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Tough Beans.
"Kyaaa!" The sharp scream reverberated through cold stone. The owner of the voice screamed again, his head thrown back as he struggled helplessly. His large wings, a dark brown, were tied down to keep him from striking out with them while painful bonds held his own slender wrists captive above his head. The cause of his loud, agonized screams was the large being before him, pumping into and out of his body without care for what he felt.
He strained and struggled, his long lean legs pulled wide by two massive hands to grant access to the hole being used by his master. A particularly painful thrust brought a fresh scream, and he shuddered in agony. Blood was the only lubricant for them. And it was plentiful; sliding down the master's engorged length and soaking into the fabric still sitting on his hips. The master was still clothed while his eagle was as bare as the day he came into being. His master had stripped him of his garment, a loose tunic that kept him warm when the weather turned cool. The room in which he stayed was deemed plenty warm.
The eagle had once had a brother and a sister. The sister was dark while the brother was bright like him. The sister was a feathered Serpent with a glittering crest and emerald eyes. The Brother was a Robin with a red chest and amethyst eyes. But They were separated by the master and his friends; Robin to the one with fur on his chin and Quetzalcoatl to the dark-haired one with green greed in his eyes. And he was taken by the one like the deepest frosts of winter nights.
He had fought the longest, his sister falling first when a poison-tipped arrow grazed her side. She had fallen beyond the hasty barrier her brothers had erected and been scooped up by the greed-eyed man. The brother was next; caught on the ground while he foraged for food when the man with fur on his face threw a weighted net over him to tangle his wings. Proud Eagle had been driven into a wall of brambles and overpowered, his large brown wings breaking bones and protecting him from the worst damage as the frost man.
Master was finishing, his movements erratic as he slammed into the bleeding hole. He suddenly pushed Eagle's hips down roughly, making the creature scream again as the bones in his shoulders pulled out of their homes, and surged up. When he was buried to the hilt, he released. The salty liquid was agony against the massive tears that had been created. But that scream was the final one. The Eagle hung limply from the rope, his sapphire-blue eyes glazed over in heavenly unconsciousness. The master tsked and unhooked the ties from the hook. His Eagle was not small, but he was always surprised at the weight. Those large wings on the bird's back were so heavy.
The eagle was laid on a bed and arranged carefully. The wrists were attached to their clasp on the bed and his legs were parted so that the blood and semen could be cleaned up. The master lapped it up, reveling in the taste of his little eagle mixing with his own essence. The eagle was truly a work of art. Every movement, every action, every emotion was amazing. The Master wished he would smile though. Like he had seen when they had first arrived on his bird's lands. Instead he saw only hate and scowls and fear and tears. But when he forced a union between their bodies, he would see a different expression. Pain and lust and need and self-loathing.
The eagle woke to pain as he always did. But this time he was on his back and the Master was already inside of him. He tried to fight, but his hands were attached to the headboard and he was on top of his wings. The master had his slender hips in a bruising grip and was driving into him cheerfully, a childish smile on his face. Upon noticing his bird was awake, the Master stopped and pulled out. He kept his little eagle stretched out, but moved so that his bloody arousal hung before the eagle.
The dangerous smile on his face warned the Eagle not to bite. A pained expression crossed the eagle's face, but he complied. He slowly parted his peach lips… and choked as the Master Forced him to take it all in at once. He struggled and gurgled his distress, making Master moan in appreciation and buck harder. It didn't take long for the Master to reach completion, and the Eagle had only a short time to prepare for the geyser of white liquid before it erupted. He swallowed as quickly as possible, but some leaked out and ran from the corners of his mouth. Still more drops were expelled as he coughed weakly, taking in short bursts of air.
The master smiled and licked the streams up, kissing his little eagle's lips as the bird started to cry silently. A reward was needed since his little eagle was so obedient today. The activities the Eagle had been forced to do had left him with a small problem. That was to be his reward. The Master moved so that his eagle could see what was going to happen. He held down the eagle's hips as he took the arousal into his own mouth, licking and slurping at it enthusiastically. He heard his little eagle give a piercing cry and smiled to himself. His eagle was so young and came apart so easily with a little coaxing.
A perfect pet.
