"Kyaa-ah-ah!" the Eagle wailed as the Master held the delicate wing in a crushing grip. The bones creaked in protest at being manhandled so violently, but he didn't relent. Not until the crackle of fractured bone and agonized screams graced his ears. But that did not slake his bloodlust. His little eagle had tried to run from him. He had treated his bird with the utmost kindness and the ungrateful creature had thrown it in his face. And he would punish his little bird for its indescribable transgression.
The eagle cried. The salt in his tears marked his cheeks. But that did not interest the master. What interested the master was how dull those sapphire eyes were. How unresponsive they were now. When his little Eagle first came, those eyes were so alive. It was beautiful. His bird was becoming his perfect pet. His hand stroked that soft head. Golden hairs and fine feathers mixed together seamlessly, though one feather stuck up oddly. He teased it gently between two fingers. His bird's eyes slid shut and a soft crooning sound escaped those bruised lips. The Master raised an eyebrow in surprise, wondering at the reaction. Another stroke revealed why the fledgling eagle crooned so prettily. It was a reaction to pleasure.
"Vam… Bol'no… Orel…" The master stiffened at the croaks. They were harsh. Raucous. The words sounding unnatural as they were uttered in his tongue. He turned to the eagle. The only other occupant in the room. It stared at him dully. He tilted his head at the eagle wonderingly. There was a faint spark in its eyes as he observed it. It seemed that his eagle had a few tricks up its non-existent sleeve. He smiled encouragingly at it. It opened its mouth slowly.
"Vam bol'no Orel…" You hurt eagle. He meant something more. You are hurting me.
The eagle had a hand bracing himself against the wall before him. His legs were apart and bent slightly. His newly healed wings slightly widespread as his free hand trailed down his front and brushed the hole that had been so damaged. He inhaled slowly and a single thin digit entered. It stung. But he wanted to feel that good feeling that sometimes happened when the master was inside of him. Hozyain. Ivan. His breath hitched as he grazed something inside.
He keened lowly, desperately trying to keep quiet as he pressed another finger into himself. He breathed raggedly, air rushing in and out in sharp whispers. His eyes were half lidded, pleasure was overwhelming, and he wanted more… He pressed his forehead to the wall as he pressed three into his body.
A warm body enveloped him suddenly, making him stiffen with horror and shame. He slowly turned his head to see the Master. The larger being was naked, and he could feel the straining length against his back. He slowly pulled his fingers out and closed his eyes. The Master lifted him and turned him to see his face. His hands hesitantly came up to rest on his Master's broad shoulders. They clenched slightly as he felt the master penetrate him, filling him to bursting as he gasped weakly in pleasure. It didn't take long before he was screaming out his completion, the white seed spilling between them.
The master smiled benevolently as he lay his pet down to sleep on its bed. The Eagle had given him such a nice gift. Seeing it as it violated its own body. Watching it struggle to please itself despite being unable to. Listening to its shrill voice as it recognized his superiority and his dominance. His eagle was perfect now.
A perfect toy.
