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Kaden absolutely hated his job. It wasn't a department store gig where he had to deal with society's trash or a cashier job at a gas station or, God forbid, a fast food joint. No, he was a waiter, but not just any kind of waiter. He was a waiter at one of the most gayest strip clubs he had ever seen.

The cockatiel had to leave his last job at a local coffee shop because he simply couldn't financially handle thirty hour work weeks at minimum wage. The college dropout struggled to find work anywhere that didn't involve consistent physical labor his avian body couldn't endure and didn't require several years of work experience.

When he finally broke down and set his ego aside, he chanced a position at the gay club that was conveniently a fifteen minute walk from his cheap apartment. He expected to be a janitor and clean dried cum off the floors and walls for eight hours a day. A job like that would have to pay at least a few dollars more than the other places and give him a wage he could work with.

What he didn't expect was that he'd be offered a position as a waiter of all things. He was completely clueless about the profession, let alone what he would even be serving at a place of debauchery. When he saw the slutty outfit he would have to wear, he was appalled and was about to walk out then and there, but when he saw the salary he'd receive, his jaw dropped and he immediately took the job without hesitation.

Kaden stood in front of the mirror in the employees' locker room. He looked at himself with disappointment and shame, his eyes tracing his femboyish outline. Being a cockatiel, his face had permanent rosy cheeks and his body was covered with bright white and yellow feathers, making him stand out and attract more attention than he wanted. It seemed like guys would approach and grope him the most out of all the boys they could choose from and he simply couldn't look fierce enough to scare them off. In fact, his consistently grumpy demeanor seemed to turn them on more.

On his torso was a short, body-fitting top that only covered his chest, keeping his midriff and shoulders exposed. The fabric was very thin and nearly see through, only existing to sexualize the wearer even more. His arms were covered with fingerless gloves that went up to his elbows, made of the same purple material as the top and the rest of his outfit. A bowtie was tied around his neck.

The final piece of the ensemble and the part that had Kaden fuming was the panties. The tight underwear left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The boss added another dollar to his paycheck when he was pleasantly surprised at what Kaden was sporting between his legs. It wasn't known to the bird at what point his heritage was mixed with that of a mammal's, but that bloodline was apparent in the avian in the form of external genitals, something quite uncommon in birdkin.

And now he was on display for the world to see. Though the panties were designed for male genitalia, it always felt like his sizable package would fall out. Logically, it didn't matter since the acute eye could make it out through the translucent fabric, but to Kaden, the fear of accidental nudity was prevalent. After a couple weeks of working at his new job, he still hadn't gotten over it, and most of the advice he would get from his coworkers was to throw himself into the fire and let it happen.

The cockatiel let out a long sigh through a barely opened beak and allowed himself to calm down. just have to learn to like it, he told himself and he slapped his face in an attempt to psyche himself up. I've had sex before. I've been naked around other people before. I can do this. He grabbed his pen and pad, both in the same garish color as his uniform, and he left the room.

The heat of the club battered him as he stepped through the door. Kaden was almost glad he was barely wearing anything, else he'd be sweating in no time. The warm air flowed through his panties and tickled his groin, bringing back the self-consciousness he spent the last few minutes wrestling with. He made his way to the bar and halfway there, he ran into an unpleasant coworker.

He was a fox, wearing the pink version of his uniform that signalled he was an entertainer and not a server. He wasn't toxic in any way and many people at the club adored him, but he was overly sexual like most of his vulpine kind tended to be and always went out of his way to pester the bird. He brushed up against Kaden and led him back-first into a wall.

With chest against chest, he purred in a sexual tone, "Hey Kaden, you just starting? You should try to get your hours changed so you can spend more time with me!" Kaden glared back at him and clicked his beak mere millimeters from his nose, an avian gesture similar to that of a mammal's toothy snarl.

"You're the reason why I keep my schedule the way it is. Now get off me!"

"Oh boo. A faggot at a strip club who doesn't want to play. I think you just need a little encouragement." The fox reached down and dragged a finger vertically along Kaden's groin, starting low between his balls and continuing over his tip and up his downward pointed shaft. Kaden shuddered at the touch. "See? You're so pent up right now! Here, I'll leave my number in your locker and you can give me a call."

"Whatever you leave I'm throwing out," Kaden huffed. He pushed the fox off and stomped away, leaving the fox giggling.

"By the way, I've heard that they lo-o-ove that bitchy attitude of yours. You should use it more often. Make it your thing. 'Kaden the Butt-Bitch!'" the fox exclaimed, waving his hands in a rainbow pattern as if displaying the title in the air. Kaden grumbled and stared daggers at the fox over his shoulder, only to find him eyeing his ass and licking his lips. It soured the bird's mood further.

Kaden managed to suppress his anger by the time he got to the bar. The bartender, a stout hyena with rows of shiny and sharp teeth, smiled at him and assigned him a serving tray. The device was a well-made tool for those with little experience in the profession. The plastic tray has a thin steel top that allowed the magnets built into the glasses to stick to it, preventing them from sliding or tipping over. The underside had a brace that he could slide his arm into to give more support and lessen the strain on his wrist.

The cockatiel took the tray and the bartender loaded it with a myriad of beverages. Little tags dangled off of the glasses, allowing the alcohol-illiterate bird to know which drink was which. He was given the table number and he carefully made his way through the dining area. At this point, Kaden was used to the flashing lights and loud music, but dodging bodies with a hand full of delicate cups was still quite a difficult task. He saw other waiters navigating the building with ease and hoped that he'd become just as proficient as them sooner than later.

It also didn't help that errant hands pinched and groped his ass and crotch. The public molestation might've pleased some, but for Kaden, it was an unwanted distraction. The fabric of his clothing was so ridiculously thin that it felt like he was walking down the aisles completely naked. Every touch felt like skin-to-skin contact with nothing in between. His mind perceived it as unpleasant, but his body was elated.

Kaden could feel an erection coming on and the last thing he wanted was to walk around the club with tented panties. I need to start masturbating before I come to work. He thought back to his college days and recited the plethora of mathematical formulas he had memorized. It was enough to temporarily curb his arousal and he arrived at his designated table without incident. As he clumsily served the drinks, the wolf next to him slid his hand down Kaden's soft, feathered thigh. The bird stifled a gasp.

"Why don't you come stay with us, cutie? I know the table's full, but you can sit on my lap," the canine offered as he ran his hand up and down his leg. Kaden swallowed his pride and smiled at the wolf, though his eyes expressed a different emotion.

"No thanks, sugar," Kaden answered, forcing that last word through his beak. He couldn't help but allow his distaste to dictate his tone. "I'm quite busy tonight, though if you flag down one of our entertainers, I'm sure they'll be happy to play with you." In a normal situation (with normal people), it wouldn't stayed at that, but the canine took it as a challenge. His hand moved to Kaden's package and gripped it, causing the bird to squawk.

"Gawd, I love the bitchy types. Always speaking with that 'higher-than-thou' attitude. A good dicking up that tight ass should fix you right up!" He hooked his finger through the top of his panties, but stopped himself before he pulled them down. The club allowed guests to touch the staff, but unwilling exposure and penetration was a one-way trip to the curb. With a sigh, he continued, "Too bad I can't give it to you. Here, use this to get some in my stead." He pushed a twenty dollar bill into his panties.

"Thank you for your generosity," Kaden said, each word a struggle to say. He bid the table a good night and made his way back to the bar, taking several orders along the way. At the counter, he waited for the next set of drinks to be ready, depositing the cash in the tip jar while doing so. To maximize the interest of the patrons, waiters weren't assigned specific tables and instead took and delivered orders as they went. The tips were shared among the serving staff at the end of the shift.

Over the next couple hours, Kaden performed his duties, swallowing his pride and doing his best to politely refuse sexual offers. A part of him wanted to hop onto a burly man's lap and be his pet for the night, but he just couldn't get over his ego and build up the courage to do so. After waiting a minute at the bar to deliver his next order, the bartender placed a single beverage on Kaden's tray. The bird tilted his head in confusion. "Just one person? Shouldn't they be seated at the bar?"

"This one's a VIP. See?" The hyena pointed at the tag. Unlike the other tags that were simple white slips, this one was black with white lettering. "VIP tables are on the second floor." He pointed up at the balcony, then pointed at the stairway leading to it. "Stairs are right there. By the way, your station doesn't matter when it comes to VIP's. Serve them however they want and stay with them until they dismiss you or leave, but it's on them if they expect more than what you can do."

Kaden let out a small whine, the music drowning it out. Stairs were a challenge he hadn't dealt with and he worried about toppling over and making a mess of everything. Not only that, but the implications of what the hyena said made Kaden incredibly nervous. "Wait, does that mean I have to, you know, do them if they ask?"

The 'yeen shook his head. "Nah. Unless you're wearing pink, you still have say in that matter, but don't be surprised if you have to swap out your uniform when you're done with them." Kaden grimaced. He took the tray and started up the steps, using the wide breadth of the passage to his advantage. He stepped onto the balcony and navigated his way to the table labeled on the tag.

While he went, he tried to picture what a VIP at an obnoxiously homosexual strip club would look like. Would he be just as ridiculous as the patrons, ordering drinks at the club's expense and partaking in all the boy-pussy he could want? Or would he be a stern old man in a suit and tie, observing the floor with a careful eye and pondering his investments.

Whatever he was, it definitely wasn't what Kaden was expecting. He caught the figure obscured by the darkness, his booth in the corner where the light was the most dim. When he got close enough to make out his form, his eyes widened and his jaw nearly dropped. He got the old man part right, but everything else was wildly out of his expectations.

The VIP was a bear of a bear who had to be in his mid-forties. Gray fur dotted his muzzle and the little tuft of fur on his head. He was dressed not in a suit but in a flannel button-down shirt, rugged jeans, and thick work boots. His musk was noticeable several feet from where he sat, though the scent wasn't unpleasant to the bird. He smiled as he watched the cute boys on the floor below, but when he turned to the newcomer, his smile morphed into a lewd grin. His eyes slowly scanned the bird and his mouth watered when they approached his lower half.

"I thought you looked fine at a distance but seeing you up close, God damn!" he exclaimed in a rough voice that perfectly matched his blue-collar attire. Kaden blinked, thinking that it was all some sort of trick of the eyes, but the bear was still there and completely unchanged.

"You're the VIP?" Kaden asked, still unable to believe that someone so rugged was a big wig. He checked the number on the tag and verified that he was indeed at the proper table.

"Yep. I bet you were expecting some hoity-toity suit with a face that hasn't smiled in decades, am I right?" He took Kaden's silence as an approval. He reclined into the padded bench and patted the space next to him, beckoning the bird to join him. Kaden frowned but didn't argue or resist, placing the drink on the table and sitting next to the bear. The older gentleman wrapped his arm around his shoulder and pulled him in, making the twink feel even smaller than he was. It strangely made Kaden think about his rough-neck uncle, but without the sexual connotations of the current situation.

"The name's Joe and my step-brother is your boss. We walked different paths in life but yet we're still pretty close. When he told me his plans to start a strip club here, I told him to make it a gay place. Helluva lot of faggots in this city and nowhere for them to go and waste their cash. Despite its small size, I think the place is booming, don'tcha think? He even gave me lifetime VIP status." The bear waved the black laminated card hanging around his neck to prove his point.

Kaden didn't know what to think, but the bear was sitting in the VIP area and had the ID to match. No one got up here without passing the bouncer guarding the stairs and no one would miss someone like him. Joe patted Kaden's arm, grabbing his attention once again. "So kiddo, what's your name?"

"Um, Kaden, sir," he answered. He shuffled awkwardly.

"Cute name. You're a quiet little thing, aren't ya? I was told you've got quite the snarky attitude when I requested you. Some people aren't into it but a beautiful boy like yourself definitely deserves to act as he pleases, eh?" Kaden shrugged. Joe took a sip of his drink. "C'mere. Sit on daddy's lap." He lifted the bird and placed him on his legs. Kaden's face grew red hot, making his cheeks even more vibrant. "Damn you're a cutie. How 'bout we take those panties off, hmm?"

"I-I'm not up to it, sir. Sorry," Kaden stuttered. Joe chuckled and brought his hand between Kaden's legs, placing his meaty palm on his inner thigh. Kaden pursed them in response.

"Don't worry Kaden, I ain't gonna hurt you. We won't do anything you don't want to do. Bu-u-ut, I'm still allowed to do this." He slid his paw up Kaden's leg, enjoying the feeling of his downy feathers between his fingers, and cupped his bulge. The erotic touch forced a quiet moan from the bird, a lovely sound that was music to Joe's ears.

The bear fondled Kaden's balls for a minute before placing a finger on either side of his fabric-covered dick. He ground his fingers along his shaft, masturbating his stubbornly-flaccid meat until he felt it start to harden. Kaden fought against the pleasures and attempted to stay decent, but his pent-up sexuality ultimately took over. Kaden's embarrassment went through the roof as he watched his organ gradually harden. It eventually stood on end, pulling the stretchy microfiber garment into a literal tent.

"Damn, that's quite the cock you've got there. I'm even more surprised that your silly underwear can even contain it." The bear continued to play with the bird with one hand while keeping the squirming thing in his lap with the other. Kaden was breathing heavily, his moaning no longer able to be contained. He hated that his outfit allowed him to feel everything as if it weren't there and if things didn't stop, he was going to sully it with his seed. Pre soaked his crotch, making a noticeably growing damp spot on the tip of the tent.

"Them panties are looking pretty tight there, kiddo. You sure you don't want to take them off?" He ceased his work to allow the bird to catch his breath. Kaden glared at Joe after collecting himself. It was at this moment that Kaden decided to abandon his decency. If the raunchy bear wanted a show, he was going to get a show, but it would be on Kaden's terms.

"Fine, they can come off, but you are going to take them off. Preferably without ripping them or pulling my feathers out," Kaden demanded in a suddenly arrogant tone. Joe grinned, excited that the cute cockatiel was finally playing along.

"Don't mi-i-ind if I do!" The hand he was using to hold him in place snaked down his back and under his panties and rump. Lifting him with just one arm, a feat that would be more impressive if avians weren't so light to begin with, he hooked his finger from his other hand under his diminutive waistband and pulled the underwear off in one smooth motion. Kaden's erection flopped out of its prison and flicked a thick bead of pre into the air.

Joe whistled at the sight. "Really nice package, boyo. You ever fuck anyone with that thing?" Kaden smirked at him, his eyes half-lidded. His cock had never been complimented before and it was stroking his ego.

"Why would I need to fuck anyone? I prefer to have my mates do all the work." Joe snorted.

"That's a pretty prissy way to say that you're a bottom-bitch. I bet anyone who has to deal with you couldn't stomach the idea of having your inflated ego inside of them."

"Nah. One look and they immediately want to bed me, regardless of my 'ego.' It's a curse, really. I'm doomed to forever take it up the butt." Kaden's tone was overly dramatic and it stirred a chuckle from the bear.

"Uh-huh, sure. Whatever floats your boat, kid."

"Says the guy who pretty much admitted to falling for said curse." In response to his snarky comeback, Joe shoved a finger up Kaden's tailhole, forcing a squawk out of him. Kaden nipped at his nose. "Can you not enter me dry?" Joe laughed and wiggled his finger. Kaden huffed to cover a moan.

"How's about you climb on top of this table and I give you a proper fingering, hmm? I bet you'd love getting your ass played with." Joe kept moving his digit, making the bird's butt wiggle.

"You better have some lube on you," Kaden demanded. Joe shrugged and reached into a small cubby at the end of the booth. He pulled out a small, ornate bottle of what Kaden correctly assumed to be lubricant. He shook the glass in Kaden's face, the viscous fluid sloshing around its insides. Kaden rolled his eyes and stood from his seat, wincing when the bear pulled his finger out of him.

Using the bench as a stool, he climbed onto the table and got into position on his hands and knees. He arched his back and raised his tail feathers, presenting himself to the bear. Seeing his voluminous behind, decided to take the opportunity to palm one of his cheeks. Kaden hissed at the stinging pain and shot a nasty look at him. "I thought you said 'fingering,' not 'spanking!'"

Joe chuckled. "That was the idea, but that big butt of yours is just begging for it." He squeezed his ass and watched flesh and feather bubble between his fingers before moving his hand between his legs. He once again explored Kaden's testicles. "You know, you've gotta be the first bird boy I've ever met with a pair of these between your legs. A shame that it's not universal; nothing kills a boner like a lady crotch on a boy."

He continued to play with Kaden for a moment longer before pulling back and lubricating his fingers. With they were dripping wet with the fluid, he tossed the bottle to the side and pressed his digits into the bird's anus. He slowly increased the force until the stubborn orifice gave way, allowing his two fingers to slide into his rectum unimpeded.

Kaden whined as he was penetrated. It didn't hurt like before thanks to the lube but having two of Joe's thick fingers in him was intense. Joe began to pump and twist them, spreading the fluid throughout his hole and preparing it for proper sex later. Each motion stimulated the bird's anal nerves, sending him pleasure he hadn't felt for a long while. His penis pulsed between his legs and pre pooled beneath the tip.

After a minute of playtime, the bear decided to amp it up by hooking his fingers downward. This increased the pressure on Kaden's prostate, send pure erotic bliss straight to the twink's brain. Kaden moaned loudly, no longer caring who might hear him. Such direct stimulation to his sex organs was nearly too much for Kaden. His legs shook, his taloned fingers dug into the wooden tabletop, and he just couldn't voluntarily move his body. His whole world revolved around those fingers and he loved it.

Like a true bottom, Kaden came without the need for penile stimulation. His semen shot across the table beneath his submissive form. The pressure within his groin was intense, as if several gallons of the stuff were trying to force its way through his miniscule urethra. He hoped that his dick wouldn't split like a hotdog as he was emptied.

Joe continued to finger the boy as he ejaculated, enjoying the feeling of his contracting muscles with every spurt. He heard guys tended to have more intense orgasms if something was up their chutes, but whether or not that was true, he did know that Kaden was blissfully suffering an intense climax. He cupped the bird's genitals with his other hand and rubbed his finger up and down the underside of his shaft. He could feel every spurt of cum rush through it like a water hose.

When Kaden's orgasm finally died down and he entered his first afterglow of the night, he was visibly shaking. His head hung and his pointed tongue rolled out of his beak. Carefully, he climbed off of the table without disturbing the mess he made. His penis softened and wobbled between his shivering legs. He leaned against the furniture for support, unable to sit due to the digits in his rectum. He took a couple of deep breaths to regain his composure before turning to the bear, his eyes again half-lidded, but more from exhaustion than sass.

"You mind removing your fingers? I'd like to sit please," Kaden asked, his voice returning to his usual snarky tone. Joe shrugged and after a couple more pumps of his fingers for good measure, he slid them out. When Kaden tried to sit, he grabbed his rump and pushed him back to his feet.

"I don't think it's nice to leave a mess for someone else to clean up. You should take care of it." His teeth showed through his smiling lips.

"With what? My panties? I don't see any towel around."

"You're talking with it." It took Kaden a few moments to realize what he meant. His eyes widened.

"You've got to be kidding!"

"Nope! Get to work kiddo! I'm gonna explore this drawer here and see if there's any more goodies to play with." Kaden whined, but his distaste fell on deaf ears. As the bear rummaged through the cubby he found the lube in, he turned to the streak of cum on the table. With hesitation slowing him down, he stuck his tongue out, bent down, and began licking it up.

Being a beaked fellow, he never performed a blowjob before and therefore had never tasted semen. The salty taste was nothing like he expected. "Blech," Kaden uttered after lapping up a large glob of it. Joe chuckled.

"It's an acquired taste. You keep working here and you'll be sucking enough dudes off to the point where you'll get addicted to it."

"'Sucking.' With a beak. Su-u-ure."

"Don't get pissy with me, boy. I'll tell your boss to order up a ton of those beak oral thingies that act like fake lips or something. I think Wednesdays are 'free blowjob' days too, so there'll be plenty of dicks needing attention."

"You wouldn't dare!" Kaden huffed. Streamers of cum hung from his beak.

"Then you better be a good boy and finish your meal!" With that, Kaden got back to eating his ejaculate with more urgency while Joe continued his search. An "Ah-ha!" caused Kaden to look at him again and his heart sank when he saw what got him so excited. In the bear's hand was a buttplug.

The toy was big, just over eight inches long and about two inches wide. Even the base was thick and instead of a flanged end, it ended in a sort of crossguard shape. The design would prevent it from getting lost inside of him while making it concealable between his cheeks. It didn't look like it vibrated, giving him a small victory in a world of defeat.

"You are not putting that thing in me!" Kaden argued, his eyes burning with frustration and fear.

"Oh, quit your bellyaching. It's not that big. I'm just a hair bigger than this silly thing, but might as well get you prepared for the dicking of your lifetime, hmm?" Knowing his fate, Kaden turned back to the remainder of his work and tried to pretend that the bear was just joking. The childish giggling behind him crushed his feigned ignorance.

Kaden froze when the cool tip of the toy kissed his anus. He steeled his mind and forced his muscles to relax as he felt the thing widen his hole. Slowly but surely, the toy sunk deeper into his rectum, filling him much more than Joe's fingers did. Stinging pain erupted from his anus as the thickest part of the plug passed by his orifice. Kaden clenched his beak and screwed his eyes shut, and just as quickly as it came, the pain subsided as the bulb entered him. With the thickest part of it inside of him, the rest of the toy was naturally sucked into him and the crossguard base rested nicely against his body.

Kaden squirmed as he tried to adjust to the massive chunk of silicone. Its presence alone stimulated him and when he finished licking up his cum, the act of standing up straight had him shuddering. Joe drank the rest of his beverage and handed the glass to the bird. "Get me another kid. Daddy needs a little more of a buzz to really get rollin'." Kaden stared at him flabbergasted.

"I'm sorry, what? You want me to go back down to the bar with this thing up my ass!?" Joe nodded. If he could, Kaden would've been pouting. "At least give me my panties back!"

"No can do! I'm pretty sure you'll bust a hole through them after a couple steps. Besides, if anyone gives you a stink about walking around with your thing out, tell them Joe took your undies hostage." Kaden's feathers bristled with anger, but he ultimately relented and stomped out of the booth.

The buttplug pressed against his prostate with every step and his dick was soon once again completely rock solid. His face was completely red under his white feathers and permanently pink cheeks. He passed by the other VIP sections and could their occupants chuckling as he walked by. When he reached the stairs and took the first step, he nearly collapsed from the anal stimulation. It took what felt like ages to get down the passage, but soon enough, he was at the bar.

The bartender's wide grin told the bird that he knew exactly what was happening. "What size did he put in you?" the hyena said, barely succeeding in suppressing his laughter. Kaden averted his eyes.

"The two-inch wide one I think." The 'yeen let out a gay titter.

"Holy shit!" He looked over the small bird, surprised that something like that could fit into him without breaking him.

"Yeah, it feels like one. Here, he wants another." Kaden pushed the empty glass into his face. The bartender quickly made up another mix as Kaden supported himself against the counter. He found that it was more comfortable with his back arched and his ass sticking out. He didn't care about the myriad of faces gawking at him.

When the bartender gave him the drink, Kaden quickly swiped it and shuffled back to the stairs. The stairs were hell as he climbed up them and he had to stop several times, but he eventually got back to Joe's booth with very little spillage. "How was the trip?" the bear asked.

"Please get this thing out of me!" Kaden cried as he handed Joe his order. He took a sip while he thought over his answer. The wait was painfully slow.

"Alright, alright. Turn that cute butt around." Elated, Kaden spun on his feet and pushed his ass into Joe's face. The bear hooked his fingers under the crossguard and pulled the plug out in one go, causing the bird to squeak.

"Bastard!" Kaden snarled.

"You know it! C'mon, since you're all loose and junk, why don't you park that ass right here." Joe quickly unbuttoned his worn trousers and whipped out his dick. Kaden's eyes widened. The bear was just as thick as that toy but about an inch longer. Joe saw the astonishment in the twink's face. "Thought I was lying, huh?"

"How the fuck does that even exist!?" Joe burst out laughing.

"If you're worried about what I'm packing, then wait 'til you see what horsies come equipped with. They absolutely love destroying boys like you!"

"I hate this job!" Kaden whined as he lowered his butt onto Joe's lap. Joe grabbed his hips and helped guide him onto his dick. Kaden prepared himself with a long exhale before allowing gravity to pull him down. The bear's tip opened his worn anus with little effort and it slowly disappeared within the bird's velvet confines. Kaden let out a myriad of sounds ranging from moans to cries as each inch slid into his prepared hole.

Every drop of lubricant within his ass was utilized, making entry silky smooth and painless. After a great deal of exertion, Kaden's rump collided with Joe's lap. Every bit of bear meat was firmly hilted within his passage, each pulse of it causing Kaden's breathing to falter. His anal muscles' instinctual attempts to reject the intruder milked Joe's cock, stirring a groan from him.

"You birdies might not be able to suck dick that well but your asses are definitely the best around!" Joe exclaimed.

The feathered cockwarmer turned to his mate. "Um, thanks, I guess. S-so, do you want me to ride you or what?" Joe ran his hands along his flanks.

"Show me what you got, kiddo, and maybe instead of a tip, I'll take you home tonight." Kaden wasn't keen on that idea but he got the message. He rearranged his legs into a more comfortable position and he began bouncing on his log. The buttplug had left him without the need for an adjustment period, allowing him to immediately step it up to gear two. The sudden acceleration had the bear moaning and groaning and Kaden got himself into a rhythm that maximized both of their enjoyment.

"Bet you didn't expect me to be this good, you old pervert!" Kaden gloated between moans. Each descent of his ass sent pleasure racing up his spine. Pre once again dribbled from his unattended cock, flicking the substance here and there with each motion. His prostate was on fire from the sheer amount of grinding and he figured he didn't have long to get the bear off before he succumbed to another climax.

"You're all talk kiddo. If I were the one plowing you, you'd be in tears about now." As much as the bear would like to make good on that claim, he decided it was better to allow the bird to remain on top. He couldn't really control his strength with alcohol muddying his mind and he could easily break Kaden's relatively frail body. Instead, he took his drink and swigged it down. Sex was always best when he was hammered.

Kaden huffed and puffed as he bounced. He wasn't an experienced powerbottom and his legs began to tire out. What's more, he was on the verge of another orgasm and he knew once he blew, he wouldn't have the strength to continue. He rode the bear at his best speed, hoping it would quickly send him over the edge. He started applying some horizontal movement to spice things up and from the sounds he heard behind him, Kaden knew he was on the right track.

The burning itch within Kaden's groin grew in intensity and he whined in frustration. Just as he was about to give out, Joe grabbed his hips and yanked him down. With a long groan, Joe unloaded his cum deep into Kaden's ass, caking his innards with his musky fluids. His rectum quickly filled like a water balloon and the pressure sent the stuff throughout his colon. His belly ached as he bloated with seed. He continued to weather the increasing fluids as Joe continued to release them. At last, with a long sigh of relief, Joe entered his afterglow. He patted Kaden on the thigh for a job well done.

Before the bird could recover, he felt Joe grab his penis. "Let's get you taken care of, shall we?" He jerked the bird off, a task assisted by the rivers of pre that were running down his length just a moment before. It took just a few pumps before Kaden had his second orgasm of the night. His seed sprayed on the floor before them. It wasn't as voluminous as his first climax, but the intensity still had him moaning.

When Kaden was sufficiently emptied, Joe helped him climb off of his dick. Despite the punishment it received, Kaden's tailhole was still tight and held all but a few drops of cum inside of him. The removal of Joe's penis allowed his body to balance out, relieving Kaden of some of the intense pressure plaguing him. Tired and sore, the bird reached for his panties, believing he was done pleasuring the bear and could take a long break, but Joe once again pulled them away.

"Wait, you want more!? I don't think I can handle another round!" Kaden whined. The bear looked at his watch and grinned.

"This booth is still mine for another half-hour and my cock needs some cleanup, so how 'bout you give that bitchy tongue of yours another spin?"