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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. There is also explicit sexual actions involving a minor being trained for prostitution. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: I have no excuses.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: RAVEN (2023); MC4A (Su-Y6)
Individual Challenges: Red Instead; Condiment Shelf; Pet Food; Colors of the Sky [x5]; Ravenclaw MC; No School MC; Magical MC [x2]; Sandbox (Y); Reader; Cinematic; Gamer; Dreamers; Tossed Chum; Ethnic & Present; Neurodivergent; Rian-Russo Inversion; Short Jog; Bucket Listing; The Story Goes On; Eating Cake (Y); Exchange; Greatest Gift; Two Cakes (Y); Bi Bi Bi; Ship Sails; Lunar Era; Curtain Color; Rainbow Connection; Hold the Mayo
RAVEN Challenges: Settings [20](Calm); Items [62](Hosiery/Stockings); Colors [25](Cerulean)
Other MC4A Challenges: SuB [3B](Stargazing); Chim [Walnut]("Glitter & Gold" – Barns Country; Sienna; Race Bend); Fire [x3](Fence Hopper); Garden [Flowers (Indigo); Robin (Fire); Rainbow (Blue)];
Representation(s): Desi Harry Potter/The Madam (OC); Blue Canary AU; Graduating Training
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Lyre Liar; Second Verse (Ladylike; Not a Lamp; Persistence Still; White Dress; Spinning Plates; Unwanted Advice; Lock & Key; Lovely Coconuts); Chorus (Odd Feathers; Wabi Sabi; Bee Haven; Fizzy Lemonade; Machismo; Peddling Pots; Bust a Cap; Fire Song; Mouth of Babes; Tomorrow's Shade; Larger than Life; Unicorn); Demo 1 (Under the Bridge); Demo 2 (Sitting Hummingbird)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: CM (Briar; Unilateral; Navigate; Yogin); War (Monomania; Orator; Sanctuary; Ennui); TY (Enfant); T3 (Toad); SN (Rail; Negate); FR (n/a); O3 (Orator; Oath)
Space Address (Prompt): 2E (Face Sitting)
Word Count: 1744 words

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Stuffed Bird
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For once, the Madam was as naked as she usually kept Harry. The only difference was the dark blue stockings and the bronze choker she was wearing. A pair of blue topaz stones bracketed a small hoop in the center of the choker. Four chains hung off the hoop to lay across her generous breasts and attach to either side of the bars piercing her nipples. Another chain connected the center two and from it came a final chain that ran down the center of her torso to the stud she wore through her clit. She looked every inch a goddess that Harry could spend a lifetime worshiping.

The Madam had Harry on a different kind of bench that day. Instead of being bent over it with his ass as the highest point, he was laying on his back with his ass right on the edge of the bench. A small shelf with a tray with a bunch of things on it was just beneath that edge. His legs were comfortably lifted on arching platforms, making his feet his highest point. The platforms were on hinges so that his legs could be spread and clicked into place so that he couldn't close them.

With a secretive smile, the Madam began to strap Harry into place. She started with the straps around Harry's ankles and thighs, the black leather a stark contrast with his sienna skin. She gave his limp cock a lazy flick before she moved a rolling stool like a doctor's into her place between his spread and bound legs. Another strap went across his stomach between his belly button and hips. That one had cuffs that went around his wrists. A final one went across his chest, right below his collarbones. Other than his head, he couldn't move anything more than a wiggle once she was done.

"You look nice like this, little bird," the Madam said as she carded her fingers through his hair.

Harry couldn't help the way he tilted his head into the touch. She let out a delighted laugh before she tightened her fingers around the strands and yanked his head back into position. She cooed at his answering whine even as she released him. Obedient to the silent command, he stayed where she had put him as she walked back to the stool between his spread legs.

"Your training is complete," she said casually as she picked up something from the tray. Judging by the squelching sound it made just before it was shoved into his unprepared anus, it was a lube shooter. He shivered as the cold gel was expressed into him. She hummed thoughtfully before repeating the process. Harry could feel the lube leaking out of him. "You're going to be a part of the graduating group next week."

Harry let out another whine. Graduation meant that he would finally be able to start earning his place here at the Blue Canary. He would be able to demonstrate just how well he had been trained. He would be able to show others that the Madam was right to have taken him in, to be proud of him.

But it also meant that he wouldn't need to be trained anymore. It meant getting used to a new daily routine with fluctuating expectations. It meant that he would be joining one of the aviaries with the other workers. It meant that he might go weeks without even seeing the Madam from across the room. When he did see her, it would be under the worst circumstances, because it would mean that he had failed her and needed to be punished.

"I know," she said, running the palm of one hand down the inside of his thigh. "I'll miss you, too, pet. But it would be undeniably selfish to keep you all to myself."

Something cold pressed against his anus. Relentlessly, the Madam kept pressing it inwards. Harry moaned as his hole spread before the steady force. She paused once the head of whatever it was got past the tight furl of his rim, rocking it just a bit as his cock started to fill out.

Over the weeks of his training, he had learned that not only was it normal for it to never reach the same degree of hardness as the men he used to service but that he could still climax when it was only half-hard. Not that the Madam had often let him come that way. Normally, if he was allowed to come, it was when she was milking his prostate.

Idly, she picked up his swelling penis with two fingers and her thumb. She gave it a little stroke before setting it against his stomach. Her hand then cupped his balls, lifting them even as she pressed her thumbnail against the spot where they met his cock.

His whimper at the threat turned into a wail as she shoved the thing the rest of the way into him. Whatever it was had knobs that increased in size. He could tell because the final one sat right at his rim, splitting him open far more than the head had. There was also a bar that came off of that one and ended in another rounded knob which pressed against a spot right behind his balls.

The Madam patted the toy a few times. Each one made it bounce slightly against his prostate. He would have squirmed if he had been able. It felt as intense as the time she had used a speculum to open him up wide enough to press a violet wand against that sensitive spot. Dazedly, he shook his head.

She picked up his penis again, this time using her thumb to roll down the foreskin so that the head was exposed. Fear licked down his spine as he felt something enter his slit. Despite knowing that it was futile, Harry tried to jerk away. All that happened was he clenched down on the toy and it shifted against his prostate. He moaned as much from the sudden burst of pleasure as from residual fear. The Madam said nothing about his moment of disobedience, but she pressed her thumbnail against his foreskin. The flash of pain was enough to make him go still once more.

There was a sense of pressure as something cold and slimy moved down the inside of his slit. Then there was a quiet clink as whatever had been used to inject the lube was set back on the tray. He could barely hear it over his own panting breaths. He clenched his fists as something else was pressed into his slit.

Despite the lube, the rod burned as it pressed into him, stretching an area that Harry had never realized could be stretched. It felt like it took forever to sink all the way into him. Another shock of pleasure went through him as the rod nudged against what felt like that same spot that the other toy was already touching from two different angles.

Something swung down to cradle the ridge separating the head from the shaft of his penis. A matching thing swung down to the same on the other side, clicking as it locked in place against the other half. It pulled what felt like a marble against the opening of his slit even as it pressed the rod more firmly against that spot inside him.

"So lovely, my pet," the Madam said as she let go of his penis. She was moving back to his head. She had something in her hand. "Now I can't use that pretty cock of yours until after graduation, but that doesn't mean that we can't have fun in the meantime." She held up what looked like a gag except that one side was a full-sized dildo while the other side a much smaller version of one. Both sides were a deep ocean blue. She smiled down at him before ordering, "Open up, little bird."

Ever obedient, Harry let his mouth fall open for her. The Madam didn't hesitate to put the smaller dildo in his mouth. It brushed the back of his tongue but did not enter his throat at all, not even after she buckled the gag into place. She petted his cheeks along the straps.

"Now you're a smart pet," she said, giving him a little bop on the nose, "so I'm sure you've already figured out some of what's going to happen." She held up what looked like a silicon rosebud. It was a deep indigo edged with brilliant cerulean. "I'm going to use this as I fuck myself on the cock that you are going to hold nice and steady for me. Once I'm completely satisfied, we'll see about you."

With those words, the Madam climbed up to kneel on the bench with her knees on either side of his shoulders. She was facing away from his cock and hole, as if they didn't matter now that she had stuffed them both full. It gave him a wonderful view of her pussy spreading as she sank onto the dildo attached to his gag. Her jewelry glittered in the light of the candles scattered around the room.

As she began to rock her hips, she pressed the rosebud against her pierced clit. The resulting vibration managed to make its way to Harry's tongue through the dildo gag. The slight buzz had Harry trying to squirm within his bindings and succeeding only in shifting the knobbed toy against his prostate.

The Madam arched her back as she worked her way towards climax. Her juices leaked around the dildo to coat his face. His nose was filled with the scent of her even as the gag prevented him from getting a taste. He tried moving his head to shift the dildo, but she quickly gripped his hair with her free hand to hold him in place.

Harry could do nothing as she rode his face as if he was nothing more than a living toy that existed only for her personal pleasure. The thought made him squirm as much as the feeling of being stuffed full did. He didn't even care if he was allowed to climax later. Being of use to this beautiful creature was a small price to pay for the privilege of having a place where he was wanted.

The Blue Canary was his home, and he would do anything to stay.