“Ya shouldn’t have come here, my friend,” said the calm voice of a character that could not be seen. The room was pitch black and cold as ice. The only sounds that could be heard was the sound of metal clanging against each other occasionally. The surface underneath the rabbit was cold, hard, uncomfortable. His arms and legs were bound; he couldn’t move a muscle linked to them. To think his holiday away from the outback would turn out like this. The last thing he remembered was the long and agonizing plane ride to the states, and suddenly, he was here. Wherever here was that is..
What’s odd is that the lagomorph was not panicked; he was not worried. He wasn’t angry or scared. Perhaps living on the same landmass as a billion things that could kill you would do that to any creature. Still, he yearned to know what was happening now, why, and by whom. Although it was then he realized that he could speak if he wanted to. “Oi!” But he froze. There was a lot he could say, and possibly only one chance to say something. What to choose, what to choose. “What’s goin’ on here!?” he demanded. Well as far as generic questions go, it was still probably the most effective one. As far as he knew anyways.
“An introduction to U.S. traditions, my friend,” was the simple answer he was given. That completely failed to answer the rabbit’s question, but the mysterious captor went on. “I suppose you do not remember last night do ya? I took your fuzzy Aussie butt to a bar, and… ‘helped’... you get to sleep. And now you’re here, eh?” 
The rabbit knocked his mind around trying to recover that memory, but to no avail. He could only take their word for it. “And where is here?” he demanded.
“Somewhere nobody will ever figure out what is about to happen to ya,” was the foreboding answer.
“Wot? You gonna kill me, mate?” he pressed. 
“What? No, of course not. Just gonna have a little fun with you, that’s all. Then you can be on your merry way, doing whatever you tourists do here as you had at first intended.” There was something unusual about the way the captor answered that. Sounded like a fabrication. Like he really intended on keeping the rabbit hostage forever. The rabbit was unsure of how to feel about such a proposition. 
“Crikey…” the rabbit muttered, trying and failing miserably to free his arms. 
“So, my friend. You ready to begin?” the rabbit’s muscles tensed instinctively when he felt was he could only assume was the captor’s hand brushing against the fur on his chest and stomach. The hand proceeded to caress him further down his body. The long eared creature became more anxious out of wanting to know what the captor intended to do to him. His answer would come pretty quickly as he realized that he was completely naked. Wait what?! What happened to all of his clothes!? And why did he not realize it until now?! He must have been too caught up in being held captive to notice immediately. Still…
A jolting and sensitive touch sent the rabbit’s mind back to reality. A gentle prodding of his most prized and masculine spot sent shockwaves through his body that throbbed through his fingers and toes. “W-wot--!” he exclaimed, but his captor shushed him.
“Shh… I do promise to be gentle..” Another soft prod. “At first,” he added suspensefully. 
The rabbit instinctively began struggling against his restraints despite knowing that they completely immobilized his muscles. “W-wot do you mean by at first, mate?!” he demanded, voice becoming louder. His struggling was halted by the touch of the captive’s hands rubbing around his groin, causing a soft moan to escape his maw. 
“Ah… now that’s the sound I want to hear,” the captor cooed. The rabbit could feel his crotch stiffening up as the hands worked on him. There was no preventing it, no matter how much he wanted to. He still couldn’t even tell what sort of creature his captor even was. His sense of smell was inhibited by something so that was unavailable to him. Whatever he was drugged with must have messed him up…
The rabbit felt himself become fully erect in his captor’s paw, and he wondered if he was going to paw him off or something. That wasn’t going to be so bad right…? Well, not being able to move a muscle while being stimulated didn’t sound so dandy, but-- then he felt something cold and hard encase his entire bunnyhood. “W-wot?!” he exclaimed out of pure instinct. 
“I am also getting quite tired of your words, my friend. Here, have this..” The captor then shifted, and the rabbit could hear him getting closer. He saw a black hand holding something. It was the only thing he was able to see so far.
“Wot do you think you’re--!” but his words were halted by that object being forced into his maw, a round ball forcing it to stay open and stay mute. He heard a few clicks that signified its security, as the rabbit was silenced. “There, now the only sounds you’ll be allowed to make will be your own moaning…” 
At that instance, he heard a button being pressed, and instantly after that, he felt the cold, metal thing around his manliness begin to move and stroke him off. No… Was this a-- But the sharp stimulation sent his mind spiraling out of focus and made his throat vibrate moans into the gag. The sensation made him want to wriggle about the stone table, bed, or whatever he was on, but the restraints kept him firmly in place.
“That’s not all that’s gonna happen, friend,” said the captor. The rabbit was going to demand what he meant by that, but three things kept him from doing so. One was the gag. Two was the late realization that he was going to find out in mere seconds. And three was when the captor grabbed both of the rabbits legs. 
“Hrmm?!” he exclaimed into the gag went he felt something hard, warm, and somewhat moist prodding underneath his tail. No… He wasn’t really going to--! But once again, his mind was thwarted once again  by the captor’s next action, and that action was as simple as pushing forward, penetrating the rabbit’s back exit rather hard, and rather forcefully, forcing a scream of pain to escape the rabbit. Only for it to be blocked by the gag. He felt tears beginning to stream from his closed eyes. Yeah, real fucking gentle, that lying piece of shit! The milking machine was still working its way on his cock, but now his captor’s was inside him, thrusting just as steadily? And in perfect tune with the milker made it impossible for the rabbit to stay silent. Every breath he took was exhaled as a moan or scream. The sharp pain in his tailhole was more than he could handle. The captor, whoever he was, was quite well endowed. On top of practically being a virgin in that region only made the predicament feel worse for him. 
His captor only picked up speed as the seconds ticked by. There was a brief pause after an unknown amount of time, however, but another button being pressed gave away the reason. The rabbit moaned louder as the milker began shaking his cock up and down faster than before, matching the captor’s thrusting. Same verse as the first, but in accelerando. Screw the sixty BPM, time for ninety! And screw the rabbit. ...Obviously. The rabbit’s breathing and screaming was hardly able to keep up with the amount of stimulating mix of pain and pleasure that was wracking every nerve in his body. The feeling of being fucked in the ass was like needing to take a shit, but in reverse. And he would shit, have it pushed back in. Over and over, in the aforementioned ninety BPM. The rabbit clenched his fists and gasped loudly, tears now streaming from his eyes. W-was this a lot of gay guys’ idea of pleasure was?! How!? Or was he too much of a virgin to get it? The cock inside him was throbbing, and he felt his insides dampen a little from what he only presumed was precum. It served to lubricate him a little bit, which made him think. Did his captor even use lube?! Was that why it hurt so bad!? But once he felt the natural lube get between his anal walls and the intruder within them, it began to feel much more… pleasurable. That had to be it. 
The rabbit noticed his moans and screams were turning from pained to pleasured as the feelings surrounding his nether regions became more familiar and he became more accustomed to them. The captor must of noticed, for he stopped once again, and hit another button to send all of this to full allegro! Ninety was no longer good enough…no... Now it’s one hundred and twenty BPM…! The feeling instantly made the bunny scream into the gag, causing him to bite down on it hard. His body tried and failed to lurch up from the feeling of the milker going into hyperspeed, and his captor following suit. Oh how he wanted to just squirm around at the very least, but he couldn’t! He felt his own cock throb against the machine. The bunny felt he may explode at any moment as the pleasure at last overwhelmed his senses.
“Always, hurts the first time, doesn’t it, pal?” the captor sneered as he rammed himself ever deeper into his captive. The rabbit squealed as he felt something knew bumping against his backside just as hard as he was being fucked. Was that..? And it was, for just as the rabbit began to wonder, he felt an excruciatingly sharp pain in his tailhole, as it was forcefully expanded to fit whatever mass that was attached to his captor. It had to be a knot the size of a grapefruit! Or so it felt like it to the rabbit! 
And the second the knot plopped inside of him, he felt it. A torrent of warm, thick liquid spurting inside of him. He heard it. The sounds of his captor’s grunting and moaning of pleasure as he nutted. He even smelled it. The musk of a canine, though he still couldn’t discern which one. And after a few more seconds, he felt his own orgasm build up inside of him, the pressure forcing a long whine out of him, begging to be released. And when it did, it was more than likely the most pleasurable orgasm he ever had. The milker massaged and pumped out his cum, sucked it out and sent it to who knows where? But as his orgasm died down, the rabbit heard another button click and the milker had deactivated itself at that technological command. He felt something weird with the gag in his maw just then. And then without any other warning, he felt a warm, thick, and salty liquid hit his tongue. Was this… his own cum?! There must have been a tube connected to his gag and the milker tank! It just kept coming, and soon the rabbit was forced to swallow it to avoid choking on his surprisingly huge load of the stuff. It flowed down his throat like honey, a white and salty alternative to its sweet golden goodness. When it stopped, he heard his captor chortle.
“Hahaha! Enjoyed yourself, pal? Sure sounded like it.. That’s how things are done here in the good ‘ol USA!” The rabbit knew that wasn’t true, and kinky shit like this was carried out all over the world. This was definitely not the welcome he was expecting from these yankees, but he definitely wasn’t complaining now! The captor removed the milker from his spent and deflating cock and bent over to remove his gag. The rabbit did not speak right away. 
“You… Did not have to kidnap me in order to do this, mate,” he said humorously. “But I’d be mad if I said I didn’t want to do this again!” 
The captor laughed again. “That’s what I like to hear! Perhaps we can role reverse next time?” 
The rabbit joked. “Ya. But you’ll have to come over to Aussie land and visit me then,” he winked. And then realized his captor wouldn’t be able to see it. 
He heard and felt the restraints around his arms and legs being released. And a revisit to the pain that was the canid’s knot entering his exit leaving slowly sent his nerve receptors into overdrive. The rabbit didn’t think he’d ever get used to that… The second he was freed, the rabbit felt their joints aching like crazy, as if to scream in relief. “Well, the way out is right behind ya. Oh. And welcome to America.”