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Victor shivered as the full-dive VR setup assaulted his senses with a whole new set of stimuli. Instead of the cold, clinical metal of the UESC Kaiser, his nose filled with the warm, damp, musty smell of the deep jungle. The environment was a simulation of Eden, a tropical jungle planet with acidic soil and hostile wildlife. Right in the middle of what was affectionately named the "Payday" galaxy due to the copious asteroid fields surrounding it, filled with precious water and valuable minerals, it had proven to be a hotbed of political unrest and rebellions against the Coalition that governed the galaxy, and a likely hotspot for his ship to deploy to.

Back in the real world, the rabbit's brown-and-white-furred body stood within the barracks of the Kaiser, unmoving and by all appearances unconscious, along with nine of his fellow pilots and one of the ship's training instructors, Sergeant Griffith. It was time for his quarterly SERE-- Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape-- refresher course, and out in the cold depths of space, simulation was the only way to do it. Vic was only a landing-ship pilot, not a ground-pounder... but being shot down while ferrying troops and supplies to and from a planet was a real possibility.

Within a few seconds, he'd adjusted, head on a swivel, and erect rabbit ears turning to and fro. This training session was a chance to apply the lessons of evasion Sarge had been refreshing them on. Only the noises of the jungle greeted him, to his relief. Just like in real life, he was wearing nothing but the absolutely skin-tight nanite-fabric suit of a crewmember, exactly what he could expect to crash-land in. Despite knowing the simulation scenario had him being sent in with no gear, he patted himself down out of habit. His paws found nothing but the smooth suit underneath. A trademark of the UESC, the suit held everything soldiers and spacemen needed to survive in hostile environments, and be protected in a vacuum. The nanobots laced into the fabric did everything from maintaining his metabolism when running low on food, to absorbing fluids and giving ample protection from the elements. It was a miracle of modern science and engineering, no doubt. And since suits were made to be worn through the entirety of a deployment, it stood tight against every nook and cranny on the rabbit. Barely more than a second skin, it showed off his lean form and even his maleness was easily seen through the stretchy, tight material.

As the rabbit acted out his little gear-checking tic, he failed to notice the biting fly that landed on his exposed neck and sank its incisors into his fur, much to his chagrin. Thankfully, the half-mask covering his muzzle worked to his advantage, and the yelp of pain he would otherwise have let out was muted. It served as a filter and extra oxygen supply, standard on any flight mission. Beyond the survival benefits of fresh, clean air in hostile environments, it served a secondary purpose of muting his voice and breath, already proving its usefulness. The carbon alloy that it was made out of helped stifle the vibrations of his voice and kept it light.

Advancing as softly and cautiously as he could, the rabbit took cover in a nearby tangle of low-hanging vines, hopefully enough to conceal him in the fading light filtering through the triple canopy above. Satisfied with his position for the moment, he took a moment to look down at the left wrist of his suit, which showed a small and barely-illuminated map and compass. He studied the topographic lines, mapped out likely patrol paths in his head, and then set off.

Creeping from cover to cover, he would occasionally stop all movement to simply listen to the world around him. It was his first time in a jungle scenario, and he knew the short sightlines and chaotic background environment would make his job as difficult as his opponents'. Unlike him, however, those opponents had the advantage of the simulated arms and armor he lacked entirely. His success hinged entirely on his skill and wariness. He wasn't a battle-hardened Marine; he knew he wouldn't be one of the legendary few to take on the opposing team in open combat and win. Especially with the sergeant on the opposing team... the ram was big, mean, and one of the best on the Kaiser at fighting, with or without weapons.

Before long, Vic's caution was rewarded. During one of his brief listening pauses, he heard the faintest noises of shuffling and vines being pushed apart. A burly tiger wearing armor and carrying a plasma rifle soon came into view, the foliage around dampening any sound to just above the natural baseline of the tropical environment.

Victor proned out silently, thanking his luck he hadn't happened upon the nest of some vile insect in the process. Between the camouflage provided by his suit, his stillness, and the sheer difficulty of spotting much of anything in the jungle, the tiger didn't seem to have the slightest notion he was there. He was dressed in Eden's rebel colors; a dark orange suit with yellow trim; the tight suit playing off of one of the most poisonous frogs of the region, the insurgent's masco. It was even form-fitting than Victor's, tight and revealing as it could be. In spite of their... unique aesthetics, the advantages the suits provided were enough to make them near-universal.

Waiting until the big cat had passed out of view, Vic got back up and continued to make his careful way down a dry ravine... well, one as dry as anything in the jungle could be, anyways. His ears swiveled as the crack of rifle-fire erupted behind him. A hundred meters? Two hundred? There was no way to tell in such a dense environment, but Vic imagined the tiger had spotted a would-be escapee, or was just trying to flush anybody around him out. Resolving not to be that somebody, the rabbit kept up his careful, measured pace. A half-hour passed, then an hour, then another hour still.

From the marker on his map, Vic could see he was approaching the coordinates for "extraction" and his heart once again began to pound in anticipation of success. His biggest enemy now was himself-- if he rushed or got sloppy, it would be the failure of his mission, with the punishment that was certain to follow. Victor was so close to the end that among the slog of the jungle and the wet humidity that felt like he was choking on it, he could almost taste the ending.

And the bunny's slow and methodical pace was rewarded when he came up on the extraction zone, an artificially cleared-out landing area. His objective was only fifty meters distant, but after spending time examining the treeline with excruciating attention, he picked out the barely-visible silhouette of another opponent, and the dull glint of the optic on the rifle the figure held, leveled.

Slowly creeping around the perimeter of the clearing, Vic began to take stock of his situation. He wasn't equipped to deal with the hostile onlooker from a distance, of course. He was unarmed and unarmored, and smaller than the others in the sim. Going hand-to-hand was just far too risky, even with the advantage of surprise. A mad dash for the goal was also off the table; there was no way he could cover that much open ground before he took a hit. The simulation held no punches either; pain was just as much a part of the simulation. It wasn't his first rodeo, and the rabbit could thankfully count on his hands how many times he'd been shot in the sims, thanks to a mixture of his cautiousness and dumb luck. Most of the other people in the squad knew he was Sarge's favorite. The bunny made sure to be on the lookout for him before and was pleasantly surprised that he hadn't run into him. He figured there would be a point, however. There always was...

At first, Vic simply looked and listened, hoping the shadowed figure would eventually move away from his post. But ten minutes of crouching in silence was enough to disabuse him of that idea. Leaning up the trunk of a nearby tree, he racked his brain for solutions. As he idly toyed with a vine on the ground with a nanite-covered pawtoe, inspiration came. He knew the vines around the area would come in handy for more than just hammocks to sleep in.

Eventually he found one long enough to serve his plan. With painstaking slowness, he tugged and pulled at the fibrous shaft, until a good fifteen meters' worth laid at his feet. He curled it up and draped it over his shoulder, and then made his way ever-so-gingerly towards the one remaining obstacle between himself and the extraction point; the armed guard.

As he crept closer, he slowly lifted a piece of a tree branch off the jungle floor, and made his way nerve-wrackingly close behind his opponent. Tying the piece of wood onto the end of the vine, the bunny set it down, never letting his eyes leave the armored figure barely more than two meters from him. His back was turned, but that was about the definition of "cold comfort."

Vic dropped to the ground without the slightest of sounds, and crawled at a snail's pace across the jungle floor, letting the vine fall behind him. He was so low to the ground that the suit had to clean the mud off its fabric as the rabbit's bulge dragged through the jungle mud. But he had other things to worry about, namely getting out "alive," and without the punishment reserved for losers.

Making sure the vine's path was clear of snag hazards, Vic finally found himself with only a meter or so left. The rabbit stayed down on the ground, slowly adjusting himself to shield as much of his profile around the nearby tree he'd picked for the last phase of his plan. Using its trunk as an improvised pulley, Vic began to pull on the vine, dragging the attached bit of wood away from the clearing... and towards him. His goal was to bait the guard up and away from his post, towards the source of noise. With his opponent distracted, Vic was hoping he would have enough time to bolt to his goal.

It was a high-stakes play, but he didn't see another way of getting out of this. He tried to make the most of the limited distance he had to play with, dragging the vine as slowly as he could while still making enough noise to pull away the attention of the guy glassing the clearing. And after a meter or so, he saw the panther's ears perk, and then turn his whole body to follow.

But as the centuries-old saying goes, no plan survives first contact with the enemy. And Vic couldn't have foreseen that another one of his fellow escapees was close by, and saw the distraction the rabbit had created for the opportunity it was. The bull was anything but stealthy, and he didn't even seem to try. But then, Tanner had never been one for the subtle, not that he had the body for it anyways. He was a good pilot, but an unfailingly poor partner for these training sessions. If the environment hadn't been so tense, Vic would have let out a pained sigh.

And, as usual, Tanner got sloppy. Taking advantage of the diversion Vic had made, he picked up his pace heading towards the waypoint. In his clumsy enthusiasm, the bull made even more of a distraction than the vine-wrapped wood, and the watchful guard immediately snapped his eyes and ears towards him. The escapees' mission was evaluated by the success or failure of the individual, not team... but the fact that his Tanner's mistake wouldn't count against Vic didn't have anything near the immediate relevance that the bull was leading the enemy sniper on a beeline towards the more-cautious rabbit.

And now Vic's best bet on getting out of the mess was to reverse the roles, and use Tanner as a distraction from himself. He decided to do nothing but lie still, wagering he could evade detection if the guard passed quickly. The crack of plasma fire sounded out, muzzle flash illuminating the jungle as dozens of bolts of energy pierced the air. Before long, the bull fell, but the guard wasn't so confident in his marksmanship to not confirm the kill. As the sniper got out cautiously approached the downed bull, Vic could tell he was now directly in the path of the approaching panther, in the trademark dark orange and yellow suit of the rebels.

Without the time to move away completely, there was nothing left but to risk it all; fortune was probably smiling on the rabbit anyways, with how laser-focused the sniper stayed on his fallen target. As the panther took the final step towards Vic, his suited footpaw heading for the rabbit's back, Vic made his move. He grabbed the guard's ankle with one paw and thigh with another, bringing him crashing to the ground with a pull and a twist. Victor got a look at the sniper; it was Rodrigo. The dumb panther had some nerve not checking for him.

As he fell, Rod brought his rifle to bear on the rabbit; nothing but a click and soft, electronic whine sounded out: An empty charge pack. With his bad luck turned back to good, Vic took advantage of his opponent's surprise to wrest the guard's empty weapon from his paws, and then shoved the stock into the panther's face with a satisfying crunch. Physical injury or no, Rod would be "feeling" that one for days.

But before the rabbit could even smirk in satisfaction, a plasma bolt passed overhead, leaving the scent of toasted fur and ozone in its wake. To call it a near-miss would be to damn it with faint praises, and Vic scrambled for cover behind the tree right next to him as more fiery bolts seared past him. Rod's rifle was well out of reach, if he didn't want to expose himself to fire... and it was empty, anyways.

But the panther's pistol was just in reach, and the rabbit darted out a paw to snatch it, before a plasma bolt found the same spot a split-second later. Shit, this is Kelly for sure. That sonofabitch can SHOOT. Still crouched behind a tree, with only a pistol and no armor, Vic found himself feeling unlucky yet again, the fire from the deer just rapid enough to keep him pinned down and disoriented behind the thick tree trunk.

Plasma was hell on flesh and armor, but thankfully not wood... he was safe for now. He forced himself to focus, slow his breathing, as a bolt of energy sailed into the foliage on either side of him. He listened and waited, the measured cadence of those violent cracks getting closer and louder with each shot. Pistol in his right paw, the rabbit stuck it around the left side of the tree, as high as he could hold it. He cranked off an unaimed burst before yanking the gun and his arm back into cover, just in time to avoid the volley of crackshots that managed to splinter the bark that he was hiding behind. Then Vic crouched low, leaning around the opposite side of the tree. In a flash, he saw the suited figure of Kelly no more than ten meters out.

The shots Vic had thrown out pulled the deer's focus to a different spot, just long enough for the rabbit to place the crosshair's of the pistol's holosight on his adversary's head and pull the trigger a single time. The shot connected, just below the brim of Kelly's helmet, as one final shot erupted from the muzzle of his rifle. It went just wide enough to connect with the muzzle of Vic's pilfered pistol, turning the weapon into a useless hunk of metal and plastic. With all the attention his little gunfight would have drawn, there was no other option now but to book it.

And so Vic took off towards his waypoint in long, loping strides, his paws finally landing on the smooth grass of the clearing. In a split second almost immediately when his paws were on the clearing, the rabbit saw stars as a weight landed on his back from above, knocking the wind out of him and audibly cracking ribs as he crashed to the ground. Through the pain, luckily turned down a notch so as to not send users into shock, he could just barely feel a huge paw jamming his face into the dirt, and a throbbing, suited cock against his toned ass. As the simulation faded to black around him and his artificially-induced pain receded, he felt a broad muzzle against his ear, whispering in a low rumble. "Didn't I tell you to watch the trees above you in the brief? I'm gonna make sure you won't forget that lesson again..."

Bang.

It was like there was a bright camera lens that flashed in his face and it was only there for half a second.

Victor came to, the body suit that he wore still on him and tight to his form. The pain that was simulated was gone, instead he was still left an adrenaline fueled mess; the rabbit couldn't help but grin. The exertion of running several klicks through the jungle was gone, but the chemical rush from the experiences remained. But then his grin disappeared as he tried to move, in vain. His wrists were lashed together with a leather sling. The material was cool against his nanosuit, at least, and not tied tightly enough to cause any real pain. He tugged at his binding, jerking his head around him to figure out just where he was... a small, dark concrete cell, with the sling tied to an exposed pipe mounted to the ceiling above him. True to the theme, a dark yellow arrow pointed around the concrete walls of his cell, a universal indicator of direction for those who didn't speak the native language. But the arrows only pointed to the iron bars that served as one of the cell's walls, mutely sarcastic. It was an archaic jail design, one of a past empire that ruled the stars and fell. Now, Vic was stuck in it. He gave a loud growl, "God damn it...I was so close."

Focusing on the sounds that were around him, Vic could make out the dripping of water. With no windows to tell him where he was, he could only speculate that he was deep underground. Sarge did love to keep them on their toes when he stacked the simulations in order and this was no exception. The adrenaline surging through him began to subside but the raw, hard cock that had been up against him before the scenario ended was still crystal-clear in his mind. Everything from the thick shaft to the balls told him everything; Sarge had caught him once again in, and now the ram was just toying with him, keeping him isolated and in anticipation of his coming punishment for losing.

A loud groan sounded nearby, probably from one of the nearby cells. On the bare stone walls, it echoed strangely. Then Vic could hear the sounds of a lubed cock being slurped and sucked on that followed, and that could only mean one thing. It was time for the winning team to have their fun.

Sarge had a weird sense of discipline and team-building, that was for sure. But it got results, and so administrators had developed a real talent for turning a blind eye towards the ram's indiscretions. With a little boilerplate about building camaraderie after an exercise and making sure the wrong people wouldn't make a fuss, Griff got his wish of getting to stuff his cock into everyone he'd taken under his wing. He did take his job seriously, too; his instruction and realistic training simulations that he crafted from the ground up were among the best.

"Oh GOD...please....fuck my ass, sir..."

A voice cried out... Tanner, the bull who got picked off, from the sound of it. And the purring groan that followed couldn't have been anybody but Rodrigo the panther, as he hilted himself deep inside of his crewmate. Those were the rules, Vic knew. Those playing guards got to fuck their would-be escapees after a successful kill or capture, and the reverse was true for those who managed to escape. Vic gulped as he waited for the ram to show up... of COURSE he was the one credited with success for him. But then, the bunny had a feeling he'd always been one of the sergeant's favorites; more often than not, the two seemed to wind up paired. Griff loved to lose as much as he loved winning, and sometimes had weird ways of going about getting a thick member stuffed up his ass. But this round, he'd won... and he liked to make sure his defeated opposite was a sore loser, Vic knew.

"Seems the bull is enjoying himself," a deep voice said out loud. It reverberated around the jail, echoing off the concrete walls. If the bunny would have been blindfolded, there would be no origin point to the voice. Looking over to his right and past the sling, a ram stood at the jail's doorway with a smirk across his face. His muscles bulged in the suit; the color the same as the rebels still.

He was built like a tank to say the least and in his hand was a thick metal batton. It must have been the matte black color but he was certainly intimidating standing at the doorway like some guardian angel of punishment. Strangely, it just turned Vic on seeing him there in the suit looking at him like a trophy.

Victor said nothing as the ram entered the jail. His horns had the trademark mountain ram curl and Victor knew they were his pride and joy. He cleaned them like cleaned his rifle. He polished them to perfection and knew just what precise materials to use to make them shine. The ram might as well have been holding a whip with the way he handled the batton and wearing glasses.

His hooves echoed on the concrete floor which bounced around with the moans that were reverberating around. It was like some perverted foreshadowing and the sargent was just eating it up. Instead of facing death, though he knew that this was about to be an exercise in team building.

"You fought well, bun but it wasn't enough. Your fluffy, stupid ass didn't realize I was hiding up above," Griff said as he paced around Victor slowly and methodically. He traced the batton around the bun's pelvis and just dodged around his cock. Victor stifled a moan, holding his composure and staring straight forward. Griff wanted a game; wanted him to be heard to break so he was going to give him a fight.

"Hmmm, consider this your interrogation. Captured by the enemy. A different timeline. Instead of shooting you dead, the rebel insurgents take you prisoner and you get a very hands-on interrogator..."

A hand wrapped painstakingly slow around Victor's cock and squeezed and the bunny blushed and closed his eyes. "I'm wondering how long you'll last under pressure before you break...maybe the enemy knows some of your weaknesses."

With a hand still wrapped around Victor's cock, the ram sidestepped around until his crotch was right up against the bunny's head. Using his other hand to grab Victor's ears, Griff gave a grunt and pulled.

"Sniff, boy."

"Yes sir," Victor said quietly as he did as he was told. His muzzle was brushed right up against skin tight nanosuit material which did little to conceal the musk hidden inside the crotch area of the suit. Victor sniffed, the earthy and natural musk of his superior. The smell was like an aphrodisiac and it went straight to his crotch. It was a wonderful drug and it was something that was one of his favorite..."weaknesses."

"Good boy. Keep going and I'll reward you," Griff said with a pleasured groan to his voice. The ram's body bulged underneath the suit, his confidence and ego boosted at getting his rocks off by one of his best special ops soldiers. Victor was already feeling the musk start to go to his brain, the ram's floppy balls and rapidly hardening cock flopping over his muzzle since the nanosuit allowed such flexible movement.

Victor did not even know when he started to lick the area and Griff was pleasantly surprised when the soldier started to attend to bathe his large and round balls and thick cock in kisses before licking down below the shaft like one would lick a lollipop. Victor could feel the cock through the nanosuit even though it was in the tight, stretchy fabric and it fell over his tongue just like a regular semi-hard cock would.

Victor was so enamored with the sergeant's hardening dick in front of him that he did not even notice when the ram turned around, his muzzle still on Griff's huge balls, and practically dwarfed his muzzle with his round, large buttcheeks. The sound of muffled groans and moans as well as the rhythmic plapping of bodies smacking against bodies was no longer able to be heard and instead it was simply him sandwiched between the muscular ram's thick thighs and his nose right up against Griff's taint and almost right at his hole.

"Lick."

Victor could not reply. He went through the action that was commanded of him with a controlled fever. His tongue reached out and licked across Griff's balls and down his taint before ending right at the ram's hole. It was still a manly mixture of sweat, musk, and the synthetic taste of nanosuit. It was perfect in every way and Victor was reeling in it.

His cock pulsed, now out of Griff's hands and openly leaking into his suit with each needy throb in the open air. Every second that passed, the rabbit's own need pushed him to lick harder and more intensely at the ram's hole until the nanosuit was covered in saliva; he even went so much to stick his tongue as much as he could into Griff which got a pleasant trill out of the older male.

Griff pulled away, the nanosuit doing the work of cleaning away the spittle that was on his hole as the ram paced around Victor again who was a hot, panting mess now. The rabbit moved his head back to a comfortable position and looked up at the concrete ceiling. His nose was filled with his superior's scent and his mind starting to succumb to the pleasure assaulting it, he knew that the sergeant had something even more carnal in mind. After all, he was in a sex sling.

"You veggie eaters are always so eager for some more meat in your diet..."

Moving his ass back to the bunny, Griff spread his cheeks and sat right on Victor's face. The bun was surrounded by man, bathed in the masculine scent once again as Sargent Griff had his way. Victor licked eagerly, his tongue moving across the pucker of the ram again and again. It wasn't like Griff was naked even with the suit on but it felt that way. Each lick had sensations along with it. The warmth of breath across Griff's taint, the way the spit cooled on the ram's balls and even the tongue that tantalizingly trailed up to the Sarge's cock and across the bottom of the thick shaft.

Plap. Slap. Plap. Plap.

Out of the prison and down the hall, an all out orgy of sounds was continuing to reach a feverish pitch. Tanner's soft sighs and slutty moans echoed throughout the simulated prison and bounced off the concrete walls. It was a foreshadow of what was to come and certainly Victor was prepared. He was a soldier; obedient to the very end and this was just another objective to check off the list. Eventually, Griff would be the one licking his ass. It was just a matter of time...

But Victor didn't get a moment to think about how good it would feel sinking into the muscular ass that he was eating out because a warmth wrapped around his cock. He groaned openly, his voice only adding to the bull's cry for a finish. He was probably the loudest one out of the bunch but the rest of his team were definitely as close as him. The sounds of slurping as well as a hand gripping his zero suit bulge and wrapping around the base to form a makeshift cock ring was all that Victor needed to come to his conclusion; his Sarge wanted a taste.

Up and down the ram's mouth worked him. The angile tongue licked the head of his cock and Victor still stayed as stoic as he could but it was too much of a sensation. Griff clearly had the technique mastered and soon Victor had to work to stifle his soft gasps. It was like fucking a tight, hot ass and Griff did not even gag as he brought his mouth straight to the base of Victor's modest shaft.

When the ram popped back up off of Victor's cock, he stroked it before looking over his shoulder with a grin. "How bad do you want me? I want to hear my bitch beg."

Victor kept his mouth shut, a blush forming on his cheeks. A hand went gracefully down to his balls, cupping them and gently rolling them. The idea of breeding his Sargent's hand nice and deep and blowing his wad out of pure disobedience was creeping up into his mind but the other thought of playing along and feeling Griff's hard cock up his ass was forefront in his mind.

The hand cupping his balls started to roll faster and Griff brought his other hand down to the base of Vic's cock, letting it throb openly in the air. He arched his back and brought his rump down onto Victor's muzzle. "Mmm, breath in my musk then. Lick my hole more. If you are a good prisoner, maybe I'll let you fuck it nice and deep."

Victor struggled in Griff's grasp, thrusting wildly into the sadist's hand. The seed was planted in his mind. Maybe if he did play along...let Griff fuck him into submission then he would feel his Sarge's rump around his cock. The idea was too much. He needed to get off now at least.

Turning his head with his Sarge's peach still right on his face, Victor said, "Fuck me, sir."

Giving a wide smirk, the ram brought his ass up off of the now panting bunny. He was covered in seat, reeked of man, and his cock stood straight at attention just like Griff's. It was so perfect and it was just the beginning.

As Griff started to position himself between Victor's legs, a shout rang out around the prison followed by a loud roar. Tanner had finished, the inside of his suit bulging around his cock as it pumped his vessel-less load right into the nano-mesh. The fluids filled up the crotch area, collecting like a condom would and ballooned cartoonishly outward. The panther that was rearranging his insides had hilted in, his own suit ballooning outward momentarily as the nanobots worked quickly to check each individual sperm for disease. The flood that came right into the bull lagged behind but when it filled up his hole, Tanner couldn't help but yell out in ecstasy.

The proximity of cock near his suit told the nanobots everything they would need to do to prepare the bunny. Secreting 001 fluid into the suit, the slick carbohydrate caked the inside of the suit. Griff's suit secreted the same lubricant on the outside, forming a lubed up cock that was no different than being naked.

"Seems the bots have the right idea, huh Victor?" Griff said with a huff as he grabbed the base of his cock and placed it right up against the bunny's tight entrance. "It's been a while since I fucked you...ready to be filled, prisoner?"

Victor's breath hitched as Griff rolled his hips, the tip of the ram's huge manhood popping in effortlessly and without pain as the nano-mesh worked tirelessly to provide the smoothest penetration possible. Deeper and deeper the ram pushed inward and the rabbit moaned out, his voice echoing off of the concrete as Tanner mooed once again. What Victor couldn't see was the hawk and panther switching partners, their suits leaking their cum down along their legs and onto the concrete floor.

"You are going to scream just like Tanner," Griff cooed into Victor's ear as two more inches disappeared into his perky rump. "Fill up your suit and then I'll fill you up like a balloon. If I was the enemy, you would be my fleshlight."

Another thrust and another moan from Victor. It was so hot of an idea to be surrounded by the enemy as they enjoyed their bodies. Having their way with him and making him beg to get speared on thick dick. But meanwhile, he would use the chance to find a way to escape. Griff had made the cuffs around his wrists and ankles tight but the Sargent always had left an area of weakness. Sinking deeper and deeper into him, Victor could feel some slack in the cuff's beginning to show itself as Griff's muscular body tested the limits of the sling.

Let the Sarge enjoy himself but then he would strike.

Sarge's thick balls were right up against his upturned ass. He was hilted all the way in, the lubricant doing its job and not allowing any pain with the penetration. Now it was time to breed. Griff's muscles started to flex and work as he began to slowly pull out and Victor's cock spasmed. He was on edge; the blowjob and then edging from the ram etched right along his cock and up to his spine. The white-hot heat traveled through his nerves, setting each off one by one and releasing a haze of equally delicious pleasure.

"Oh, that's such a cute face," Griff teased as he finished pulling almost all the way out. "Let's see if I can change it..."

He slammed in, no holding back and the slap of his hips reverberated across the brutalistic walls of the prison and mixed with the rest of the symphony of carnal pleasures. Victor's breath hitched. It was like being slammed with a sledgehammer right up his ass and the practically banana-sized cock probed his prostate with expert precision.

The moan that left Victor's mouth when he got his breath back was loud and unhinged as Griff continued his assault. In and out, in and out like something mechanical or a well-oiled machine. The flurry of blows against his ass sped up ever so painfully slow and each sent an electric burst up through his spine.

"Oh fuck.... I knew you would be Sarge's little barracks warmer ever since you came onto the squad. You rabbits know nothing but fucking," Griff teased between pants as he leaned forward. His pecs provided a nice pillow where Victor's cock could be sandwiched between and the rabbit found himself groaning as his member slapped against his superior's hard muscles again and again.

Victor came, his voice raising three octaves unexpectedly as his legs shook and he filled up the reservoir in his suit with 8 shots of pure bunny essence. If the suit was a person, they would be pumped full to the brim. The load was shocking and even Griff paused his thrusting for a moment before laughing and continuing his assault.

"Let it all out, boy," the ram cooed softly before nibbling on Victor's right air. "Give me all that cum stored in your huge nads of yours."

Victor cried out, his legs continuing to shake as he had 5 more shots left in him. The reservoir of the suit slumped over and a large bulge was formed right at the top and filled with Victor's offering. Griff started to slam in harder and faster, his hips slapping hard against his ass and making it shake with each thrust.

"God, you feel so fucking good," Griff groaned out as he reached forward to grab Victor's still pulsing cock and stroking it wildly. The bunny struggled in the binds, his sensitive cock sending huge waves of pleasure up through Victor's body as Griff lightly rubbed the head of his cock with his thumb and used the rest of fingers to grip Victor's cock. The intensity of the thrusts and the way the ram's hips slapped against the bunny was starting to make the chains of the sling jingle and slap against one another. Each time the huge ram flexed his ass and slammed his hips forward, another loud yell would leave Victor's lips. The bunny closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations of being taken by another male and letting himself go.

"You seem like you are enjoying being interrogated, Vic," Griff announced out loud as he thrusted faster and groaned out. "Time to finish our little session."

Victor gripped the chains that held the cuffs hard as his Sarge gave him several hard thrusts. Each one marked Victor's place more and more as being right between the powerful ram's legs. It felt so wonderful, a blissful moment after crawling prone in dirt and avoid gunfire to just let himself go and to be dominated and taken so forcefully. The room reeked of male musk, the large balls of the ram slapping against Victor's ass with more and more force behind them until finally the ram gave a hitched breath.

Immediately, Griff's balls pulled up as he climaxed into his suit. 5 strong, huge pumps following ten smaller ones flooded the reservoir and the nanobots acted quickly checking each sperm cell that passed through for disease before letting them flood Victor's hole. The rabbit moaned, his legs shaking as he was pumped full.

"Grrrr....mmmph....oh fuck..." Griff moaned out as every word that came out of his mouth, he punctuated it with a sloppy thrust inward. Leaning forward, Griff flopped onto the bunny and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "How's my favorite soldier?"

Victor chuckled, shifting in the sling. "Mmm, doing just fine, sir."

"Good boy."

The two shared a heavy makeout session as the orgy in the other room sped up to climatic levels once again. It was a beautiful moment, clearly passionate in nature and Victor found himself melting into it. He felt like giving in, letting the ram take him again and again.

Well, that was until there was a small click near his legs. The rabbit brought his legs up and towards his body before wrapping them around the ram's neck. He pulled the Sargent away, a smirk on his face at Griff's surprise.

There were two more clicks as Vic popped the cuffs keeping his wrists in place and kept them relaxed on his side. Griff was smiling in the leg lock, amused by the events.

"Change of plans, Sarge. It's time for you to get on your knees for me."

"Heh, this is why you are my favorite stud."