bird mild-torture gameshow.
This is only the second porn story I've written - towards the end I started to grow bored and noticed the quality of my work dropping, so I decided to call it a day and give up. As such this has not been proofred, or even spellchecked. If you want me to put effort into this, give encouragement.
And yes, this does have the tag for 'cock and balls torture.' A little wrong - firstly because the character in question has no external balls, and secondly because it's more cock discomfort - pain, but no harm done. So don't fear the squick too much.
The vixen is the epitome of game-show presenters. Perky attitude, clearly pointed ears standing, features of general attractiveness wearing a sequined top cut low enough to show her cleavage immodestly. Her voice followed the same standards - high, rapid, yet every word clear. "Welcome to another episode of 'Niche!' Bought to you by Y-F-Y, the studio for porn with standards. In each episode we put a new fur to the test, and in each series of three a new kink features as the theme of these tests. In this series, the theme shall be bondage and genital moderate pain, as interpreted by our ever-creative design team." She pauses as the camera pulls back and lights brighten, revealing the set as clearly inspired by television as is it's presenter - the view behind dominated by a great screen, framed in glowing neon lights. In front some form of furniture, too small on the screen to be clearly examined. "No further waiting, though! I'm sure the viewers grow impatient already, so lets bring on today's contestant!"
On cue the contestant enters - an anthropomorphic bird of black feathers, yellow beak and small stature identifyable to those more familiar with birds as a common blackbird male. He wears no clothing, but nor does he require any - feathers providing him with modesty. He lifts a wing to greet the camera as it shows him in close-up, revealing the structure of the feathers along it to the hand at the end, and with a turn bows to the audience visible in the shadows.
"Welcome!" The vixen continues. "This bird - who, as in all our shows, shall remain anonymous - has been selected from our sales records as someone of compatable interests and accepted an invitation to star on this show." She approaches, and lowering herself to his height turns to address him. "He has, for all you lawyers in the audience, been made aware of roughly what he might expect here." She pauses to allow him a moment to nod before continuing, "That he shall shortly be subject to three challenges, the details of which he has not been told, all of which will be of a sexual nature and involve inflicting upon him some pain but no injury, for the entertainment of our viewers and for a cash prize of up to ten thousand dollars!" As she spoke her voice grew louder to emphesise the money, and the bird's beak opened in an approving grin at the mention. "So, our feathered one, are you ready and willing for this?"
The bird nods his approval. "For ten thousand I can endure some pain."
The vixen turns aside and places a hand at the bird's back to push him towards the chair - visible now in closeup as a reclining construct of either glass or clear plastic supported by a metal frame with many obvious cuffs and belts. "Then take a seat, and let us begin."
As the unnamed bird lays back on the angled reclining surface a third fur enters the set - a white cat, dressed in clothing of higher cut but otherwise identical styling to the presenter. She sets to work binding the bird in silence - starting with padded bars set in place beneath his feet and cuffs around his ankles. The bird gives a chirp at this and spreads his wings over the armrests beneath the chair proper.
"Patience, viewers!" The presenter continues as she stands beside the bird, allowing the camera to show both herself and him as his wings are secured by straps at wrist, elbow and shoulder. "Round one, as viewers should know, is always a general-knowledge trivia quiz of ten questions, each worth five hundred dollars. The score at the end of this round determines the starting cash, which may be increased or decreased by the following rounds. But before that, we need to get our contestant ready." She looks down to the bird with rehersed timing just as the cat pulls straps over his thighs, securing his hips from moving.
The camera cut to a close-up of those hips just as her hand touched them, fingers slipping beneath the feathers to stroke him. A brief cut shows his head, his beak wider as he pants and chirps - the previous shot still visible on the screen behind. Seconds later it cuts back to return the viewer's attention, and already reveals that beneath the black feathers the bird's body is stiring. His growing erection is visible now, held in the presenter's hand as she strokes it in encouragement. A tapering shape of thick base and slender, pointed tip, it's pink skin deepening in color as it continues to emerge from with in.
As the view cuts between growing erection and panting face, the presenter pulls something from a shelf hidden behind the chair. Four rings, of decreasing size. The first she slides down the shaft and pushes firmly into place at it's base, a simple metal cock-ring to ensure he stays erect. The next three are rubbery and each connected to a wire disappearing outside the view of the camera. Each is sized for a place along the bird's maleness - the largest just above the first, the next mid-way and the final one tiny enough to just fit his tip. The camera lingers on them, and the fully-erect cock they encase, before it returns to showing presenter and contestant together.
"And now we are ready." She glances down at the bird, now averting his gaze shyly from the camera. "Ten questions, five hundred dollars for each correct answer. For each incorrect answer, a level of pain will be inflicted upon this bird. Great care has been taken to ensure his safety. Although," she smiles, "It may take a while for it to stop acheing." She lowers her head towards the bird. "There is no time limit here, and you may end the round at any time, losing the chance at the remaining questions. Ready?"
The view again shows the bird's head. He gives a single nod shyly, then a brief pause before speaking, "Ready."
When the camera again cuts to the presenter she is holding a set of colored cards in her hands to read from. "First question! By what name is Tchaikovsky's festival overture in E flat major better known?"
For some seconds the bird's expression is not merely confused, but stunned. "What sort of question is that?"
The presenter laughs with a grin wide enough to show her teeth. "Here at Y-F-Y, we like to feel that our pornography has a little more class than most."
The bird continues his confused look, wriggling slightly in his restraints. "The only Tchaikovsky overture I can name is the eighteen-twelve."
With a nod the vixen switches that card to the back of the deck. "Which is correct! These questions arn't always as hard as they seem. Question number two. In the medium of television, what was the first moving image to be transmitted wirelessly?"
The bird's struggling continues, growing - the pulled-back view of the camera allows his body to be seen in full, with the contrast of his red cock against black feathers drawing attention there. "I don't know! I thought this was just a porn show."
The presenter's smile widens. "It is, but where would the fun be if our viewers knew if you would get these right or wrong?" The next shot is another closeup of the bird's swollen cock, the ring easily visible. The largest of the three can be seen to quickly shrink down to half it's previous size, tightly gripping the shaft trapped within it tightly enough to visibly squeeze. At the same instant the bird's shocked cries are heard, and the frantic struggles of his body seen. As his full body is shown again his beak can be seen open wide with his tongue hanging out.
"Stay calm," the presenter speaks as she runs her fingers down his chest. "That's two questions down, and five hundred earned." She pauses to allow him time to calm. "It was a toy windmill. Previous long-distance transmissions had been made, but only of still images or via telephone line."
The bird glances down to his tightly squeezed cock, reddened further now by the constricting ring. His toes are curled tightly around the bars as he stays tensed. The feline assistant remains kneeling between his legs, silently stareing back up at him.
"Question three," the presenter continues. "In which classic novel do the poems 'The Mouse's Tale,' 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Bat' and 'How Doth The Little Crocodile' appear?"
The bird stays silent a moment, only his chest moving with his rapid breathing. He tenses slightly and lifts his feathers before answering, "Alice in Wonderland."
Once again the presenter vixen smiles, and reaches down to carefully close her fingers around the bird's full erection. For a time she fondles at him, slow strokes of her fingertips up and down the shaft and firmer rubs around the constricting ring. "The full title is 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland,' but I'll accept that." She continues stroking as she leans down and kisses him just above his beak, bringing another soft chirp from the trembling bird. "That's two right."
The bird's beak dips for a moment as he nods, visibly squirming around in his restraining seat.
"Question four." The vixen slowly traces a fingertip up the underside of the shaft she holds, from the base right against the bird's feathers up over each ring in turn and to the slender tip. "Which polynesian island is famed for it's large stone statues or Moai?"
Feathers continue to ruffle as the bird pulls nervously at the straps binding him in place. "Easter island?" Once again he tenses, his toes curling and eyes closing as he braces. The vixen just continues her slow stroking - a finger now circling around the tip of his cock. "Right again. Almost half way there, and three right so far." For a time she continues to stroke, as another close-up shot shows how the touch pushes his shaft around until the tip of it starts to shine with the first drops of pre. "Question five." She pauses a moment longer to continue her fondling before continuing. "Which element follows gold in the periodic table?"
The bird doesn't answer this. He only continues to pant and twitch as the presenter vixen strokes around the tip of his erection. For this time the camera view alternates between his cock, now shining from tip to midpoint with the pre that skilled fingers are still teasing from him, and his face with an expression of confusion and fear. Finally the vixen speaks again, "Your answer?" As she finishes she gives his shaft a firmer stroke.
"Ah, I don't know!" He is panting slightly faster now. "It's probably something heavier than gold, though. Ah... Is it lead?" Again the bird tenses expectantly - and this time with justification. Again his cock fills the view, allowing a clear observation of how the second and center of the three rings suddenly constricts so tightly the skin around it lightens in shade. As it shrinks another avian cry of pain is heard - a harsh cawing call. The straps around his thighs hold his hips in place so he can't move his abused maleness around, but the struggling movements of the rest of his body are quite clear.
The vixen just smiles and waits for him to calm, continuing the strokes. Her touch looks firmer now. She lightly squeezes up and down his shaft and espicially around the newly tightened center ring. "No. Gold is followed by mercury. But that's three out of five right. Remember you can end this at any time, if you can't handle it." She continues the fondling, now a light massage of the bird's erection to comfort it from the constricting tightness. "Will you continue?"
With each massaging squeeze the bird chirps and pants until he can can nod acceptance. "I... I can take more." By now the feathers around his eyes are slightly damp from his watering eyes and his shaft is shining with the moistness of his pre. His feathers have been ruffled untidily, ruining their smooth appearance.
"Question six." The vixen's fingers play with the third and smallest ring, nestled just behind the bird's tip. "What do runners pursue each year in a race down Cooper's Hill?"
The bird remains silent, trembling slightly in the chair. Only his feathers twitch around and his chest rises and falls with quickened breathing. The vixen just smiles and looks over his bound body slowly as she waits. Her touch confinues to focus on the tip of his erection, where his tapered shaft is at it's most slender, encouraging him to continue his wriggling. "Your answer?"
For a moment longer the bird hesitates before his reply. "I... I don't know. Something that rolls... a ball?"
This time the vixen leans down to bring her face to his. As he tries to press down to the chair she nuzzles just above his beak and places there a brief kiss before pulling back and giving another smile. "It's a wheel of cheese."
For an instant the bird just looks confused before the realisation comes - and with it an instant of fear before the third ring contracts. The tightest of the three, and on the most sensetive part of his cock. This time he can't even call out - only press himself in the chair with his beak open wide and body tensed. He holds still but for his trembling and the rapid, shallow movements of his silent panting. As the sudden and intimate pain stuns him the vixen just smiles and leans a second time close to his face. "You're up to one and a half thousand dollars so far. You can end this, if you wish."
The bird continues his panting for no more than a few breaths before dipping his beak, and then nodding. "Enough."
With a nod in reply the vixen grips the tipmost ring. All three release within a few moments, allowing the cock they hold to visibly expand with the tightness no longer squeezing around it. As they release the bird collapses back into the chair. He still pants quickly and shallow, giving a few more twitches and ruffling as he recovers.
As he rests the vixen grasps his cock and starts to rub her fingers around where the rings squeezed to restore the circulation and sooth the pain. The cat sits still and just watches with a smile at the sight of that maleness being tended too. "Round one over." The vixen releases her hold and instead runs her hand down the bird's belly-feathers. As soon as that hand is out of the way, the cat stirs from her waiting and leans forward to gently nuzzle at his cock in it's place - first just touching, then starting to lap her tongue along the pre-slickened underside. The new touch brings another caw and a squirming in the bird's restraints. "A rest now," the vixen continues. "Twenty minutes to recover, and to get you ready. Round two is orgasm denial."