A New Bird Toy
A little story for Necross Skywing involving his bat character, Axel, finally checking out of a rather casual BDSM hotel with his family...and possibly a new pet, as well.
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A New Bird Toy For Necross By Draconicon
The feeling of blowing a load down a new slave's throat was one that he'd gotten quite a bit over the last weekend. Axel groaned as he felt his latest one shooting down the throat of a rather eager red-tailed hawk, feeling those throat muscles squeezing down on his cock in quick little swallows to clear it.
"Mmm, good boy."
The bat smiled, patting the bird's head as the beak slowly cleared his cock. It was a warm feeling, yet at the same time he still wasn't used to seeing that sharp mouth so near his cock. Even with the right protections and the fact that the bird was hypnotized up to the head feathers, it was difficult to get used to putting his cock to something so sharp. He shuddered a bit as he imagined what could happen, and quickly put those images out of his mind.
As his afterglow settled in, he looked around the small apartment room. Both his father and the other police officer that they'd brought along for the weekend - a lion with a smaller than average cock - were walking around in the room, completely oblivious to their own nudity, and packing up their stuff. They probably thought that it was a bunch of clothes and souvenirs that they were putting into their bags.
Heh, I wonder if they would be so calm if they knew that they were sliding dildos bigger than their arms in there, instead of carved totems. He chuckled at the thought, but didn't bother bringing them out of trance to find out. It'd be one great big headache one way or another, and he didn't think that he had the time to pull them out and put them down again. He might be able to make his father forget a great many things, but he was pretty sure that he wasn't going to make him forget another day charged on the credit card.
"Alright, guys, you almost ready?"
"Yes, master."
"Yes, master."
The fact that they said it without even thinking was proof-positive that the resort had done them all a bit of good. They'd have been hesitant, at least, in the past. Now, they were just...there. His hypnosis, and the constant reinforcement of their place throughout their visit, had probably etched their status on their subconscious for years to come.
Of course, when they got back to the city, he'd have to be a bit more careful about that, but he was pretty sure that he could handle that.
"Alright, boys. Get dressed, and then go wait in the lobby. I'll be down there in a few minutes."
And by the time I get down there, you'll probably already be mounted on a few different cocks, he thought, finding himself amused by the thought. If it happened, it wouldn't be the first time. The pair of older men had been quite attractive to a number of different people at the resort, including the receptionist.
As the older bat and lion pulled on their gear (some harnesses, some leather jocks, and a few other things), Axel turned his attention back to the tranced hawk at his feet. Lucas - he'd found out the name again after his time at the club downstairs - had been eager enough to become someone's slut, even taking on various hypnotic triggers, but there was something more there.
The bat leaned back, his cock still twitching as he looked down at the smaller slut. Lucas stared back, his eyes just clear enough to show that he was at that point of trance where he was aware of the outside world, but was still very obedient. Someone that could answer questions, at least.
What do I say, then? Hey, do you want to come with me?
Because that was what he was considering. The last couple of days had shown him that Lucas was a devoted little bird, someone that had been waiting for a master to take him in hand and train him properly. Axel hadn't thought that he would be that sort of person, at first; he already had a great deal of pets to deal with, and his father was someone that he both lived and worked with, daily. Having anything else had seemed, well, impossible.
Yet, at the same time, he rather liked the idea of taking the little birdy with him. Not just for his sexual skills - which were improving at an incredible rate - but also for the way that he just...devoted himself. It was like seeing someone that really had that purpose of a sub nailed down. Everything that he did was for the benefit of someone else, and very rarely for himself.
If someone else snatched this bird, they'd misuse him to the nth degree.
Axel shook his head. He might as well just come out and say it.
"Lucas?"
"Mmmph?"
"I have a question to ask you, and I want to hear you answer it honestly."
"Always, master."
Of course, always. Why was he being shy? This was not like him, not like him at all. He shook his head.
"I want to know how you feel about being my slave."
"I feel right, master. Like this is where I'm supposed to be."
"And where is that?"
"At the feet of someone that will care for me, and who I can tend to."
Axel nodded. So far, that was a fairly standard answer, but he needed a bit more, for this sort of commitment. He leaned forward, making sure that they were looking eye to eye.
"And what do you feel about me, little birdy?"
"I feel like I want to serve you."
"Just me?"
"Not just you, but mostly you."
"Explain."
"I think you are a good master. I think that you will care for me rather than throw me away as soon as you get bored. I want to have you around me. I want to have you over me. I want to see you every day and have your cock inside of me. I want to be the slave that you want me to be."
For all that it was said in a monotone voice, it was a surprisingly passionate speech. Axel smiled, shaking his head a few times.
At the same time, that robotic tone gave it the ring of truth, as well. No matter how cliche some of it was, he knew that the hawk really wanted to be owned. That had never been in doubt, admittedly, but the fact that the bird wanted to be his slave...well, it was nice to have it this solidly confirmed.
"Would you be obedient to me? Completely? Would you uproot yourself and come to live with me, if I asked?"
"If it was you asking...yes, master. I would."
Heh...I wonder if he's got a bit of love in there, now, Axel thought to himself. It wouldn't be the first time that the slaves he played with started loving him without him trying to make it happen. It wouldn't be the last, either; there was something about the intimacy of hypnosis and the way that master and slave worked that there was always some sort of attachment afterwards.
Still, it was a nice surprise, and one that he was happy to take advantage of. The bat patted the bird on the head before reaching over to his suitcase, nearby. He'd expected that something like this might happened. Well, no, that wasn't quite true, but he was prepared for the eventuality, at least.
Fishing out a larger collar, one with a bit more permanency to it, Axel held it out to the bird.
"If you're interested -"
There was no hesitation. Before he even finished the sentence, Lucas had grabbed it, opened it, and pulled it around his neck. It clicked shut, and the bird sat down, staring up at him with the still-glazed eyes of someone in trance.
For the first time in a long time, Axel was shocked into silence. No persuasion, no pushing, no nothing. There was only a most definite submission, and an eagerness that put most any of his other pets to utter shame. He couldn't help but slowly smile at the sight of the collared bird, and he slipped off of the bed to pull Lucas into his arms, hugging him as tight as he possibly could.
"Hehehe...I guess that I shouldn't have even bothered asking."
"No, master."
"Heh...alright." He patted the bird's back. "Start waking up, and go get your stuff. I'll meet you in the lobby."
Besides, he had a lot of toys of his own to get packed up properly. The people at the resort airport would be fine enough with the load of stuff he'd be adding in, but if he didn't package it properly, he didn't look forward to sneaking it through customs on the other side of the trip.
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Almost thirty minutes later, he was down in the lobby, and the bat groaned as he looked at the rest of his group. Both his father and Leo were bent over the desk at the front, grunting as they were humped to within an inch of their lives, and both were paying up the debt to the room without even being aware of what was going on behind them.
Hypnosis is a treasure, he thought, though he was not looking forward to how long it would take to get them out of that trance. He'd put a pretty heavy one on them to get them here, and taking it off after it had been reinforced over an entire weekend was gonna be a trick and a half.
Still, at least it had been a good time, and now he had -
"Master."
He turned, and smiled.
Lucas had come down in a tight shirt that showed off that thin birdy body, and a pair of shorts that hugged his booty tighter than most pants did. The fact that his tailfeathers stood out over his rump like a fan to draw attention to it only made it better.
And the collar...the collar was the cherry on the cake.
"Heh...come on, boy. Let's get out of here."
Wrapping an arm around the bird's waist, they walked out to wait for the bus, knowing that the rest of the group would be coming shortly after.
The End