A Feast of Feathers
This story deals with homosexual and non consensual themes between more than two males. If you are offended, disturbed, or in an area where such material is prohibited, please refrain from reading, you have been warned.
- * * "Aww man, it ain't fair!" A loud slam cracked the air as the door to the hotel room burst open, letting four feathered figures in; a duck, a rooster, a turkey and a Hawk. "How is it that you get all the chicks, while we simmer at the bar?" Sam the duck moaned, throwing his figure onto the bed. Dressed in a simple black jacket, a jeans, wrapped around his brown and green feathered body. "It's a frickin' conspiracy!" Groaned Paul, the turkey; throwing himself onto the spare bed. He was wearing a wife-beater and a pair of khaki slacks. "I don't think I can take anymore of this bullshit." Lars, the rooster sagged down into the easy chair, mumbling to him-self; A navy blue tank top and denim shorts wrapped around his muscular frame. "I can't help it, if the girls want a piece of this fine dish." Smirked the Hawk, with a proud figure, strutting around the room, a gloating look on his face. "I wouldn't mind them hitting on you as much Mark..." the duck grumbled. "If you were willing to share, but you wouldn't touch any of them!" He tossed a pillow at the Hawk, he chuckled and scooted to the side. "but if you guys wanted some tail then you should grab it yourself." "Look, everyone one of them is a slave to society, always going on about the ‘majestic hawk' and shit like that, us ‘super market side dishes' ain't got nothing on your ass." "Shit, oh well, " groaned the rooster, reaching into his dufflebag. "We can't have girls, might as well get buzzed." He tossed a can to the others, before popping the lid to his own. "Least this place gets decent porn." Paul flipped on the tv, hitting a few buttons onto the ‘special' channels. "Thank god the company's paying." Soon the room was full of the sound of moans and groans and cheesy porn lines and bad acting. Lars, Paul and Sam soon had their pants around their ankles, as their hands found their cocks. So far, only Mark was left with his pants on. For a while, the other three didn't notice, until Sam got bored for a bit. "Hey Mark, How come you're not pumping your meat?" He mumbled, head spinning from the beer. "It's cause he doesn't have one." Paul piped up, gobbling a bit as he stared vacantly at the screen. "What'dya mean?" "He's like the other birds, don't got a dick." "Shit, really? Let me see!" "Get off me you fucker!" There was tussle of feathers as the duck pounced on the Hawk, holding him down as feathered fingers pulled at his belt. Mark tried to push Sam off but the duck was heavier then he looked, and it was hard to get a good grip on him. Lars and Paul just stared at them, getting an interest in what was going on. Soon a pair of pants fell to the floor, followed by a pair of plaid boxers. "Shit man, you're right!" Mark sat there, unable t move as his friends stared as his body; naked from the waist down. He felt a burning sensation as he felt their stares move to between his legs. "Hey, it kinda looks like a vag." Whistled the duck, brushing his stubby fingers by the slit opening; Mark shivered, and tried to move away. "It's kinda hot...hey Mark, I know how you can make up for tonight?" "H-How? Oh wait, fuck no! No fucking way! I'm not gonna be your cum dump!" The hawk was thrashing harder now, trying to throw Sam off him. "Shit, he's frisky, come on guys hold this bitch down!" Snickering, the turkey and the rooster jumped onto the bed, one bird on either side of the hawk. They held down his arms and legs as Sam pushed Mark's legs farther apart. As soon as Mark's legs were wide enough, Sam pushed a finger into Mark's vent opening, pushing against the tight resistance the hawk was trying to put up. "Raarrrgghh!" Mark's yells filled the room as the finger slid into his tight private spot, dry and burning the walls of his passage. "Oh yeah, that's good..." Groaned the malicious duck, as he began to slowly, and firmly thrust his finger back and forth in the ring of muscle. The hawk under him was thrashing uncontrollably, feelings of violation spreading across his body, the feeling of penetration new to him. "Hey, he's a little tight, still got that Vaseline Lars?" A plastic bottle was thrown onto the bed, from a rooster with a smug smile on his face as he resumed holding one of his friends down to be raped. He and Paul wrapped their hands around Mark's screams so he wouldn't scream as loudly, there was no sense in getting the police involved. It got even easier when they wrapped one of Sam's shirts over his head, tying the hawk's beak shut. Taking another shirt, they tied his arms back behind his back, in a tight knot. Sam slopped a big dollop of Vaseline onto his cock, the slick sounds of jelly on his shaft accompanying the muffled sounds from the blindfolded Hawk. His slick fingers began to liberally apply the jelly onto the vent of his friend, whose thrashings made it harder to get it on, but once the duck's fingers were lubing up his inner walls, it got easier. Mark's struggled were getting weaker, his muffled yells turning into struggled groans as the slick finger began massaging his insides. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was the idea of being penetrated for the first time, maybe the fear of the act in itself, but he seemed to calm down a bit more, realising there was nothing he could do now and ride it out. "Here goes." Sam snickered, leaning in close. He pushed the tip of his cock against the quivering opening and with a hard thrust he pushed two inches into the clenching vent. "Muurrfffghh!" Fear jumped back into Mark's mind as he felt the cock push into him; he thrashed against his friends, trying to pull his arms out off their grip as he felt the duck lean down harder on him. "Fuck! This feels so good!" Moaned the duck as he began pushing in and out of his friend, his cock forging into virgin territory, slicking the inner walls of the hawk with his own pre. "Man, I can't wait, I wanna chance at that vent." Lars breathed a sigh of intense arousal, his own cock throbbing and dripping pre onto the bed. "Yeah, hurry up you dick!" Snickered Paul, keeping a tight grip onto Mark's legs. "Shut it, you're making me lose my concentration." Sam grunted, bouncing his hips into Mark's as he bottomed out over and over again, his balls slapping against Mark's wet opening. This was new, it was tighter than any pussy he had before. Not as wet, but it was snug, smooth and very hot; it was like a furnace, burning away at his own cock, a warmth that spread almost as fast the pleasure surging through his body. "Damn Mark....you feel so good...oh baby..." The half drunk duck groaned out as he pistoned into the hole under him. His hands held onto the hawk's hips as he pounded away. "Fuck...Fuck...FUCK!!" Sam quacked as he ground his cock as deep as possible into the Hawk's cloaca, trembling as orgasm ripped through his body. "I'm gonna blow!" Mark whimpered into his gag as the cock buried into him, gritting his eyes as the wet warmth started shooting into him. It felt wet, unnatural, so...dirty... He gave a choked moan into the gag as forced pleasure began filtering into his body. His legs shaking with fear and adrenaline from being raped. He tried to hide his gasps as the duck cock began to pull away from him. His walls were sensitive, from the initial raw fucking, sore and aching. But somehow, something inside of him stirred...a sense of...desire? "I'm next!" Paul enthusiastically called out, he shoved Sam out of the way as the turkey scooted between the hawk's legs. Mark shivered as the turkey's fingers pried opening his opening, cold air blowing into him. "Shit man, this is hot. Sloppy seconds." A finger slid into the hawk, making Mark shiver against the sweaty sheets of the bed. The finger thrust softly, spreading and playing with the cum in him. "This'll make good enough lube." The turkey snickered as he positioned his cock againt the hole. As the turkey entered him, Mark groaned. This was the second time he's being entered, but somehow, it wasn't as bad. Paul was gentler, pushing his cock in slowly, inch by inch, not like Sam's harder fucking. When the turkey got in balls deep, he let out a sigh. "Geez man, if I knew it would be like this, I would have fucked you ages ago." Mark only let out a deep growl, clenching his hole tight against the invading cock, trying to ignore how hot this was getting. ‘Shit' Mark thought, regretting the turkey's more relaxed take on this. It was like a tease, the cock was slowly pushing in and out of him, sending miniscule waves of pleasure through him. He wanted it harder...faster...wait... the thought startled him, as if he really was getting into this. The hawk's chest was rising and falling deeply, needing more stimulation to really get into this, he couldn't just rely on the slick, wet feelings of cum in his vent to get him off... "Oh oh oh oh!" The turkey moaned, shaking as he emptied his load into the hawk's body, his spunk joining the duck's thick seed. He unceremoniously pulled out, a trickle of turkey and duck cum trailing out of the abused vent. Mark squirmed as he felt the trickle of seed lap down to his tail hole, giving him the most awkward sensation. "You're up next Lars." Sighed the turkey, as he began wiping excess cum off his cock with a tissue. "No need to tell me twice." The rooster bounced onto the bed, crawling his body onto Mark's. Lars took Mark's legs and lifted them, he pushed them against Mark's shoulders, or at least as close to his shoulders as possible. Mark's breathing got deeper as he found it harder to get oxygen in this position, and panic filled his mind again. The rooster crouched up and pushed his hips against Mark's upturned ass. With a simple toss, he flipped the hawk onto his stomach. Mark let out a loud grunt as the air was knocked out of his lungs. Holding his legs under his arms, Lars had set Mark at a position that made it hard to get out from, with no leverage to push back the rooster from. The blood was rushing into Mark's head as he felt the bulbous tip of the rooster's cock press against his hole. With Lars it was a simple stab and fuck, a sharp jab into the vent and soon he was pounding away at that upturned ass. Since Lars was crouched over the bed, he had even more leverage, and was really pounding it into Mark. Lewd wet slaps filled the air, alongside the hurried grunts of the rooster, as his cock shoved back and forth within the hot wet hole that was the hawk's cloaca. Deep within the jumbled confusion that was Mark's mind, there was that unsettling thought that he was really enjoying the rape. In comparison to Paul's technique, Lars was really giving it to him. The cock was shoving hard against his walls, making a few sharp jabs against his prostate, forcefully. As Lars thrust his hips into the clenching vent, the first two birds were hard again, stroking their cocks at the sight of the hard treatment that Lars was giving Mark. Lars closed his eyes in concentration, the grip on Mark's legs getting harder as he was nearing orgasm. Same with Mark, the deliciously filthy sensations building up within his body was bringing him close to his own Orgasm, the first one he'd have with another person. The rough fucking against his vent, and the jabs against his prostate was bringing him even closer to orgasm...close...close... "Uh...there we go..." Moaned Lars as he ground his hips against the hawk's vent, clenching his ass as he pushed as deep as possible, emptying his load into the Hawk. For the third time that night, mark's vent was used as a cum deposit, but the most troubling part was that Mark was denied his own orgasm. Cum trickled down Lars' legs, and along Mark's belly, matting his feathers. With a gasp of exhaustion, Lars dropped Mark's legs onto the bed. He staggered a bit before hopping off the bed, fumbling for a tissue for his own dripping cock. "Fuck, he's good! I just came in him with one of the best loads, and I'm still horny!" He reached for his cock again, stroking it back to life. Still blindfolded, Mark laid on the bed, cum dripping from his cloaca and onto the sheets. He felt so...unsatisfied. He knew he shouldn't be feeling good at being raped, but the natural sensation his body was generating was throwing him out of his mind. He needed release, and he needed it fast. He let out a muffled whimper. "What was that?" Sam groggily grumbled, getting up on the bed. "Do you wanna blow your load, pretty boy?" He rolled the hawk over back onto his rear, and stood up over the fallen form. "Hey guys, better get back up here." He teased. "We didn't let him finish." The other two grumbled, and stumbled onto the bed. The birds crawled over the Hawk, who was too scared to try and make any drastic movements, being unable to see them except for blurry silhouettes through the shirt blindfold. Suddenly, 3 sets of fingers suddenly jabbed into his vent, squirming and wriggling their way into him. He yelped into the gag and arched his back, reflexively closing his legs together. "Hey hey! Spread ‘em boy! Geez, we go to the trouble of making you blow and you're pushing us away." Lars' annoyed grumbling came to his ears. Forcing him to relax, Mark gingerly spread his legs again. The three fingers resumed their massage of himself, three sets of fingers curling and pushing themselves into his very core. It felt more dirty than the cocks before, the sense of lewdness just pushed him on and on, closer to orgasm. Meanwhile, Sam Paul and Lars were hastily stroking themselves off again, wanting to cum a second time. Mark's breathing grew heavy again, the lewd, dirty sensations surged up and down his spine, he shivered in ecstacy as the slick noises of fingers invading his cum filled vent reached his ears. One finger made a particularly enthusiastic jab into him, and it pushed him over the edge. Arching his back, Mark gave a silent scream into the gag as he reached orgasm, filling his vent with his cum and coating his ‘friends' fingers with his seed. His vent filled up, and streaks of cum began to trickle down his taint and thighs, dribbling into damp spots on the bed. When the orgasmic high slipped down, Mark's breathing slowed down. His chest rose and fell as he collected his breath. He shivered as the fingers slowly slid out of his sensitive cloaca, leading a fresh trail of spunk down his taint. After a tense minute, where the only sound he heard was the blood rushing into his ears. Suddenly a bright light hit his eyes as the shirt was removed from his head, as his eyes adjusted to the quick shine, he looked at all his friends, sheepish grins on their faces, hard cocks in hand, pointed at him. "It's our turn again." "Great..." * * * "Uh...hey Mark...You're not still mad about last night are you?" "Nah, not really...all a bit of fun... I guess..." "We'll make it up to you! We'll eat at any place you want, and we'll treat you!" "I'm not a whore you can pay...actually I can think of one place, has this dish I've been wanting to try since I heard of it." "What is it?" "Something called...Turducken..."