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Heavy thuds, one after another, filled his ears. They came in quick succession, the sound floating in the air for a few seconds before drifting away, melting into the countless others around them. Grunts, sighs and the heavy weights falling carelessly on the ground, hitting one another; each one a distinct sound that drowned one another, meshing into a massive wall of noise that filled up the gym.

Mike took quick glances, watching everyone else work out around him. He was a scrawny little hawk when he first came in, blue feathers barely capable of hiding his lack of training. And he was still on the scrawny side, even after a couple months in, but he was filling up, and it was already noticeable.

"Ok, that's enough," a thunderous voice announced, and the young bird stopped. He stared at the punching bag in front of him, gently swishing after his latest set of jabs. His eyes drifted to the gloves on his hands, and he could still not believe he was actually doing this.

And then he stared at the nearby mirror. The same hawk as always greeted him; same eyes, same height... But his arms were starting to gain definition, and through his tank he could already see his chest puffing out with pride. He almost couldn't believe how far he had gotten, and he stared at the hunk in the mirror with a playful grin.

"You suck," the same thunderous voice. It's owner, a tall Doberman packed with muscle, all covered by a white tank hugging to his figure. His brown-furred visage appeared in the mirror, next to Mike, where he eyes the bird with stern eyes. "Your form is somehow too rigid and too loose, you keep throwing wide punches, and none of them have any real strength behind them."

"You... don't have to be so harsh, Coach," was all Mike could reply as his ego broke apart.

"I'm being harsh?" Richard asked, his head tilting to the side despite his expression staying the same. Mike internally screamed at how adorable it looked. "Look, all I'm saying is that boxing is not for you. You're more of the athletic type. Have you thought about the capoeira classes I told you about?"

"Yeah, I still want to take those," a quick sip from his water bottle and pulling down the pair of headphones on his head cut his words for a moment. "But you know, if I really want the muscles, I have to go with boxing, right? Tough, manly stuff."

"No," and the stern look only made the canine's words that much sharper. "Building muscle is more about what you eat. I do capoeira and look at me. You know how I got this?" he followed up with a flex, and Mike's eyes were suddenly glued to that bulging bicep. "Eating good, and lots of it. Get all these stereotypes out of your head and listen to your trainer, kid."

"...Can you not call me that?" he said, and his next words came out in a whisper. "I mean... we had sex."

For one second, Mike saw his trainer going stiff and his eyes drifting away. The hawk could even swear that he saw a hint of red appear on his cheeks, but the dark fur made it hard to confirm.

"We... did," and only once the words left his mouth could Richard look back at his young trainee. His face remained as motionless as ever, but there was this glint in his eyes... "We did. And it was great. But that's that and this is this. I'm your trainer here, and I'm trying to be professional."

"I know, I know. I'll sign up for your next beginner's course, I promise," and his answer got a nod out of the Doberman. As he took the gloves off, however, Mike took this vulnerable moment as a chance. "But, if we can be unprofessional for a bit, it's been a week since our date."

"Yeah..."

"You ever feel like repeating it?" the hawk coyly asked, fingers twiddling now that they were free.

"It was a nice date. And if it ends like the last one..." the coach's pointy ears twitched, and he looked away again, as if following the words that had escaped him. The heavy chest rose under the tight white fabric, his breathing getting deeper.

"I, um... Well, I told you I wanted to experiment, right?" Mike's words seemed to pick the canine's interest. He didn't look up, but his ears stood in attention. "So, I was thinking, maybe, if you want, I could bottom this time?"

Richard's ears shot up after those words, and his eyes widened like saucers. It was the first real expression the bird had seen in the older man ever since they met. It only lasted a second, but it was still far longer than anything he had ever seen in him before. But he quickly returned to that old neutral gaze, unfazed by his words. Or at least that's how he wanted to look.

"I thought you were a virgin? You shouldn't rush it, there's a lot of other things you can do before we go... there," that last word came out with some difficulty, and another ear twitch.

"I'm not a virgin, actually. But that's a story for another day," he tried his best not to let the shame make his words any shakier. Richard's nod helped ease him down, but he still felt that itch in the back of his head. "It was good. Really good; better than I'm proud of. But there's a lot of context going on with that, and I guess I sort of want a second first time? I know-

"You don't have to explain it to me, kid," a rough hand landed on Mike's shoulder with a few reassuring squeezes. When he looked up, he met with his trainer's face. Frozen in place as usual, but with a smile on his eyes. "My place. This weekend. And really, only if you want. You can cancel if you think it's too much."

"No!" his reply was so fast that it made his feather rustle. And so loud, it got a couple guys to stop what they were doing and look on their way. When Mike said he wanted to attract the looks of hot, beefy dudes, he definitely didn't mean it like this. "No, it's fine. Your place. It's perfect. Great. Yeah."

"Good. Make sure you're as loud in the bedroom as you are in here," and that only made the young man's feathers turn crimson. "Now, come on. Don't think I forgot your crunches."

"But I hate crunches..." he groaned.

---

By the time the door was closing behind him, Mike could barely feel any of his muscles. He was sore all the way down to his wrists, and his core was suffering the most. He really hated doing crunches. But it was a familiar burn by now, and rather than keep complaining he embraced it. It was the ideal excuse for a long shower too; how he craved the hug of the hot water on his sore muscles.

"Hey there, lovebird," he looked up towards the source of the voice, and a blush settles on his cheeks almost right away.

His older brother, Alex, was right there in the living room, sitting on the couch, waving at him. Wearing nothing but a small pair of black shorts, and a thick layer of sweat all over his muscular body, evidence that he had been working out until just now. Leave it to the albatross to lose every piece of clothing as soon as he got some privacy; in fact, Mike wouldn't put it past him to work out in the buff, putting those shorts on only when he realized how soon the hawk would be arriving.

Of course, Mike looked away. It was already hard trying to get these images of his big naked brother out of his head; it was even harder while looking at his thick frame, the muscular chest and marked abs coated with shining sweat.

"Everything ok?" Alex asked from the couch. Mike couldn't believe the audacity, nor could he form a coherent sentence in front of such a thing. All he could do was glance at his brother in the hopes that it would send the right message. A message that Alex seemed to get, as he looked down and almost right away covered up with a pillow. "Shit, I'm sorry! I forgot, I... I, um... I'll go change or something. I should take a shower anyway."

"It's fine," this time it was the hawk's turn to reassure him. It felt weird, trying to declare it all as 'fine' after such a reaction, but he had to if there was any chance for things to be normal with them again.

With his little brother's reassurance, Alex let go of the pillow. Once again, Mike was given the sight of his muscular body, eyes going first for the pecs, then the abs... But he looked away and walked over to the couch, sitting next to the tall bird in awkward silence.

"So... How was gym?"

"Gym was great," thank god for small talk. "I'm taking the next capoeira class. I have to get serious with that," he talked, and all Alex did was nod in understanding. Alex, the man who... He was trying not to think of that, but a lightbulb lit on his head. "I asked Coach Richard out again today."

"Oh?" instantly, the albatross' interest went from courtesy to enthusiasm. "How was it? Did he say yes? I mean, I bet he wants to get you on bed."

"We... We had sex on our first date, actually," Alex's eyes widened when the hawk said so. Mike was suddenly mortified. "Don't give me that look, he was a gentleman! I couldn't say no, he's pretty charming," he looked away for the next part. "And well, I topped."

"Really? You?" Mike immediately whipped back to his brother; whose surprised expression only made the young hawk's feathers rustle more. "I mean, between his size and his attitude, you'd think he was a full top. I'm surprised he would bottom. Especially for you."

"Thanks, bro," Mike raised an eyebrow, getting a quick chuckle from the older man. "He did it because I mentioned it's been a while, and he didn't want my first time with a guy to be trying to bottom," Alex shifted uncomfortably, but the hawk ignored him. "But the thing is I really want to try bottoming again. I mean, last time... it was great, and I sort of want to feel like that again. And well, I'm pretty sure I'm bi already? I think? So, next step is figuring out what I like doing with guys, right? I already got girls figured out, anyway. So, do I like topping or bottoming?"

"You can like both, you know?" Alex crossed his muscular arms over his puffed chest, faking indignation. It got the first real laugh out of his little brother he'd hear in a while. "But yeah, I get what you mean. It's one of those things about gay sex that's just weird to figure out. But hey, want some advice?"

"I was actually hoping for some advice. We're already..." he stopped; his face suddenly red again as he looked away from his older brother. A cough. "Well, our 'date' is more like... I'm going to his place to bottom."

"That's not a date, that's a booty call," and he got a punch to his shoulder. "Man, that was weak. Weren't you starting boxing today? Anyway, forget the advice; it's more like a necessity now. Go to my room, third drawer on the left, you'll find all my dildos and vibrators. Knock yourself out with them, get some practice."

"What!?" Mike couldn't believe what he was hearing. His feathers stood on end all over. His back went rigid. And damned be his member, stirring in his underwear. "Dude, wow! Ok, first of all, no!? You've put those things up your butt! That's gross!"

"I clean them every time! And trust me, you need the practice if you want to take Richard. I've seen his dick on the locker room, that thing's not for beginners!" every word that came out of Alex's beak only made Mike turn redder. Before he could say anything against him, the albatross stood up. "I'm going to shower, and when I leave, I better not found my toys in the drawer. Man up and take cock up your ass!"

"What kind of advice is that!?" a flustered Mike yelled, but his brother was already on the way to his room, ignoring him. The small hawk was left alone in the living room, with nothing but the silence to keep him company. The silence and his own thoughts.

He knew that Alex was right. He had seen Richard's length the previous week, and it was a surprise; he could be a porn star with that thing. There was no way he could take him without help. And while he trusted Richard to not hurt him in any way, he still wanted to give him the best time he possibly could. Besides, there was also the possibility that the Doberman was a more aggressive top than he let on, in which case he would really need the practice.

By the time he heard the echo of the water coming from his brother's shower, he had made up his mind. With quick, stiff steps, he crossed the hallway and entered the room that Alex had been graceful enough to leave unlocked. An ace of steam came from the open bathroom, but the room's lights were off, leaving it in complete darkness. It only made the young hawk's actions feel illicit.

He stepped over to the drawer, as explained to him, and opened. The blush settled on his cheeks again once his eyes landed on its contents. Several dildos, all different shapes and sizes, laid in front of his eyes. From regular human dicks to bigger ones, thicker ones; barbed feline ones, one long horse member, one that seemed to be double, perhaps a shark? And several that he could only figure were draconic, each one easily as thick as his arm. And yes, there were several canine ones as well, easy to recognize with the bulbous knot at the base. Those were the ones he was looking for, mostly. Right? Did Richard have a knot?

The blush deepened, and the bathroom wasn't the only thing shooting out steam anymore. But he had already come this far. In his haze, he simply grabbed everything his hands could hold, two bottles of lube included, and rushed out of his brother's room. Lucky for him Alex didn't come out while he was in front of them, as if they needed things to get more awkward.

Contrary to his brother, Mike locked his bedroom's door behind him as soon as he entered. The light blue walls around him were soothing, and his tension eased up enough for him to drop the dildos on his bed. In his rush, he just took things at random, but now that he was in a better state, he could see all of them were canine. Similar sizes, except for the varied knots on them.

"My brain is betraying me," he whispered, covering his face in shame. Perhaps he was still on time to rush back to Alex's room and put them all back in his drawer.

A sigh left his beak. Whatever doubt he still held was slowly breaking away with his shorts tenting at the thought. Admittedly, the idea of taking one of these toys was tempting. The idea of taking Richard's cock was even more tempting. It was enough to make him shiver with excitement. A rebellious hand reached for his bulge and gave it a good squeeze, stroking the outline of his member through the fabric until a short gasp escaped him. He rubbed where the tip was at and felt the damp print of his own pre starting to soak the fabric.

"Alright," with another sigh, he took off his tank. What little muscle he had managed to get over the past few months was now exposed to the elements. He rubbed his chest and stomach to feel what little development he had. And he was pleasantly surprised at the decent build his body presented. Squeezing his chest was the last straw he needed for his arousal to win him over.

The busy hands went down to the tightening shorts, reaching around the hem and pushing them down with his thumbs. Slowly, his erect length was exposed as well, first the base, then down until it jumped out of his clothes. A couple good strokes and he was already oozing pre. His shorts fell to the ground and he stepped out of them, climbing onto the bed and all around his brother's toys.

"That feels nice," he moaned after a good stroke, coating his dick in pre and trembling at the familiar sensation. But that wasn't what he was here for, and with some regret, he let go of his member and reached for one of the canine dildos on his bed. "The small one first. You're still pretty big, actually," he said to the piece of plastic that was at least as big as his own manhood.

He wasn't a fool. Before anything else, he grabbed one of the bottles of lube and popped it open, coating the dildo generously with it. The same hands that had been stroking him were now all over the toy, getting it slick and ready for his own hole. It had been so long since anything was down there, he might as well be a virgin again. He swallowed audibly at the thought of his tight pucker being torn by such a thing, and it started to look bigger in his eyes.

He needed to keep his mind on something else, but he couldn't get his eyes away from that thing. So, he took the bottle again and coated his fingers on it, eyes staying on top of the glistening dildo while his hand wandered down his thighs. Reaching between them wasn't hard in the least. He spread one of his cheeks with the clean hand while the other explored, quickly locating the tight ring that promised him so many pleasures. He rubbed all around it, coating the outer edge with the cold lube and shivering from the sensation. A moan escaped his chest as he played with his hole, his eyes still on the dildo, his body twisting from the need, from the craving of having it inside him.

The first finger went in and he hissed. His hole felt like it was being spread open by the mile. He couldn't believe only one of his fingers was that thick. But the pain subsided soon enough, and the lube helped him push further inside. By the time he was up to the knuckle, he was confident enough to take a second one in. Another hiss, but he pushed through. Every bit of strength went into his hand, and he felt a warm sensation wash over him right away.

A soft moan left his mouth. His fingers couldn't go in any deeper, so he started twisting and turning them around, coating his inner walls with as much lube as possible. By the time he pulled them out, he felt his insides cold and moist from the fluid. And he clenched once just to see how far he managed to spread himself. It was such a strange sensation, but he loved it.

With his hands free, he took the dildo. A couple more strokes to make sure it was properly coated, all the way to the knot. That bulbous piece was enormous, intimidating... He wasn't sure he could take it. But if Richard did have one, then he had little choice. He pressed the tip against his pucker and gently pushed. It didn't take long for his hole to open for that pointy tip, for his walls to clench around it and suck it in, hungrily. He kept pushing forward, feeling his hole spread and his voice come out in another gasp as he was filled up.

But his ass showed resistance. The more he pushed inside, the harder it was for him to take it. His moaning was replaced by groaning, coming out from a clenched beak as he tried to push more of the toy. He felt his body spread, bit after bit. His efforts had results, albeit increasingly slow ones. But the more he pushed, the closer he was to taking Richard. He pictured the dog behind him, his dick the one that was buried inside his hole, trying to dig in deeper. He wanted to please him, to take more of his coach. Time went by and he took half of that toy, then more and more...

Finally, he felt the thick knot press against his rump. Just as he felt the tip of that toy push against his prostate. That sweet spot that had only been pressed once before, but a sensation he found himself surprised to remember clearly. A wave of pleasure washed over him right away, and suddenly the pain he felt up to that point became bearable. His ass was on fire, but that sweet spot being relentlessly teased made it worth it, and he tried pushing just a bit more to hit it deeper, to get more moans out of his throat. He was already trembling from the sensation, his voice already mixing sounds of bliss and pain at the thick knot threatening to spread his ring even more. But it was well worth it for those extra inches.

In the end, however, he gave up. He couldn't dare to take the knot; at least not in his first try. Instead, he followed what so many porn videos had taught him. He pulled out, slowly feeling his ass come back in place as the invader left. But it also sucked said invader in, trying its best to keep it inside. He clenched around the dildo out of instinct, his ass trying to milk it despite knowing there would be no reward. He wanted that hot, thick seed inside him, even if it was inexistent.

"Coach..." he whimpered. The dildo rammed back inside his hole and another scream left his mouth. One he was sure Alex heard on the other room. Was he being too loud? Was his brother jerking it to his own furious voice? Would Richard feel the same if he screamed and moaned like that for him? "Coach... You feel... so good..." he kept saying, trapped in the image of the Doberman on top of him, cock buried deep inside his hole.

The more he buried that thick toy inside himself, the more his prostate was abused by it. His own member was jumping like crazy, spraying pre all over his sheets, slapping against his belly and covering it in the sticky substance. His balls were slowly drawing up, threatening to shoot their precious load all over the place, but Mike was too focused on the dildo ramming his hole over and over.

Yet, by some strange miracle, his attention was taken over by something else. A glint of light, bouncing off something in his bed that only now he realized was there. His furious ramming slowed down to a gentle slide as he focused on the small metallic object thrown between the larger toys. An object he was more or less familiar with, in theory, but that he had never seen before in real life. And that seeing it now only made his cock twitch with arousal.

It was a small chastity cage, the kind that really kept you from cumming, if he was correct. Probably something he brought over by accident when he took his brother's dildos. To think Alex had such a thing was... not surprising in the least. But it picked Mike's curiosity.

"Ah, the key's right there," he said when he noticed the lock. The small key hung from it, a chain around it, to put around your neck. Most likely to tease the bottom. He playfully realized he was a bottom in this situation, and a new idea got to his mind. "I wonder if it fits, though," he asked to no one in particular, with a hint of momentary arrogance caused by the sight of his own dick.

The dildo was left inside his ass, ignored, as he focused on the cage this time. Sliding into it was easy enough, and the thing was actually a tad too big for his member. It was a hit to his pride, but once he closed it up around his head, it fit perfectly. With a click, the lock closed, and he admired his own locked up manhood, moving it a bit and licking his beak at the sight. And riding that train of thought, he pulled the dildo out of ass with a whimper and a gasp.

"Wow..." he said when feeling his hole, slightly agape from the experience. But despite his own personal imagine spot, he knew Richard was far bigger than that. He needed to take something just as big if he wanted to have any chance of impressing the Doberman. "Something like you..." he said to the next biggest dildo, quite a step up from the first, but still far from his coach's manhood.

With the same excitement as before, he opened the bottle of lube and prepared the new toy, coating it all the way down to the knot. Maybe this time he would take that thing, give Richard the time of his life.

---

Just like that, the days went by. The two birds didn't exchange a word about the incident; silence, it seemed, had become their unspoken rule again. Neither did the canine make any mention of their plans during his following sessions. Life went on like normal, as if nothing was happening, as if nothing was about to happen. Until the day came.

"Hey," that's how Richard greeted him on his front door, after the young hawk had pressed the doorbell one single time. Mike wondered if the Doberman had been waiting him near the door, or if he had just been passing by pure coincidence. He wondered if his coach was the neurotic type, not realizing he was the most nervous of the two. "You comin' in?"

"Yes!" he yelled with childish enthusiasm, contrasting the stiff back and the mechanical steps he took forward. He wanted to smack himself over it. But as soon as Richard closed the door behind him- "Ok! Let's do this! Off with the pants!" lord, when would the words end?

"You're nervous, aren't you?" the canine asked while removing his shirt. Mike's eyes landed on the firm chest and marked abs, taking in the sight. His entire torso was exquisite, molded like a Greek statue. And the rough hands that massaged his body the previous week went for the zipper, pulling it down and exposing the tight bulge in his jockstrap. "What's with the backpack?" Richard asked, noticing the hanging object for the first time.

"Why are you taking your clothes off?" the question popped in Mike's head a while back, but only now came out. And without giving an answer, Richard stepped out of his pants and walked up to his trainee, hands already caressing his backside. The strong, gentle hand followed the slight curve Mike's buttocks formed, playfully pulling his own shorts down. "H-Hold on! Wha- We're doing it a-already? I though... I thought we were going to kiss for a while or something. To get in the mood and stuff."

"You want me to kiss you?" the Doberman's ears twitched, and he tilted to the side. Mike couldn't get enough of how adorable he looked like that.

"No! I mean, yeah. I mean, well... Your chest already got me in the mood, so I guess you don't have to," by now, the poor bird was already a wreck. And his seething blush only turned hotter when the coach cupped his chin and pulled up, leaning for a quick, deep kiss. "The, um... Alex lent me some toys... In the backpack. If you want, I mean."

Richard didn't say a word. He just grabbed Mike's hand with that same gentle strength of his and pulled the younger man to the bedroom. It was just like he remembered: The sober walls, the smell that brought him memories of that sensual night, the large bed Richard pushed him onto. And when he looked back to the almost completely naked canine, he saw the hungry glint in his eyes that told him what he was getting into.

"Give me the backpack. And take off your clothes," those were orders. And Mike was more than happy to follow them, watching the Doberman open the backpack for only one second, before the fabric of his own shirt covered his eyes. The one thing he could think about for that second was that he hoped the coach found his slowly defining body a good sight. But his words spoke something different. "Well... I didn't know Alex was into bondage."

"What?" as soon as his shirt was off, he stared at the canine in front of him. And his eyes widened when he saw him holding a pair of handcuffs and ballgag. His expression remained as deadpan as always, but that only made the bird's embarrassment worsen. "For crying out loud, Alex! Ah... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You can put that away, it doesn't matter."

"Do you want to use them?"

"Eh?" the question took him by surprise. "Well, I mean... I've seen some videos. It seemed fun and stuff. Hey!" that last bit was over his pants and underwear being suddenly pulled down, leaving his entire body exposed. His initial reaction was to cross his legs, trying to cover up, but his feathers only rustled more when the same hands that left him naked gently dove between his thighs and pulled them apart.

"What's this?" he asked, poking the metallic contraption around Mike's stiff member.

"It's a cock cage," Mike said in a meek tone, his blush getting harder. "You know, it keeps you from jerking off. I put it on while I was practicing with some of Alex's other toys to... Well, to take yours. Since it's pretty big."

"That's not how cock cages work. Someone else is supposed to- Wait, what do you mean you practiced for me?" it was the first time Mike saw the canine surprised. But his own shame took over when his legs were spread further and the canine leaned down, looking at the tight hole that he uselessly tried to hide with his tail. A hand slipped in and he felt the tip of a thin finger poke the ring of flesh, rub it, slowly push in without much difficulty. A quick whimper escaped the bird, and the finger pulled out right away. "It's looser than I expected. Did you do that for me?" and of all things, a low chuckle came out of him. "Where's the key?"

"It's, um... In the backpack. I just threw it in," Mike answered from somewhere in his haze. Richard quickly reached inside and located it in a matter of seconds, and with the same speed he unlocked the cage around the hawk's member. His fingers, long and delicate, took the object away and gave his boner a squeeze and a few strokes, enough to make him sigh in delight. "Don't stop."

But he did stop. And it made Mike look down, hoping his pleasure would continue. Richard stopped to reach for his own jockstrap, and the same fingers that held Mike in place now pulled the thin strings down, exposing the large, erect manhood. It jumped in excitement and stood with pride, just like the Doberman himself. Long, thick, slick all the way down to the base, Mike couldn't help but be amazed by such a succulent sight.

"Wait, you don't have a knot?" he asked out loud. "But I was practicing with dildos with knots. I mean, I could never take one, so I guess I'm-

"You talk too much," the Doberman said, his stern expression back, as he put the ballgag on the bird's beak.

But it didn't stop there. With a firm grip, he held Mike's arms up to the bedpost, lining them up as he clasped each handcuff around his wrists. The hawk was tied up to the bed itself, unable to move his arms, unable to speak, and soon unable to see as well. The blindfold that he had seen in his coach's hands was now being put over his eyes, sinking him in complete darkness. The only thing he had to keep him company was the sound of Richard's breathing and the tight sensation behind his head as the cloth was fastened. In a matter of seconds, Mike was at the Doberman's mercy.

"How do you feel?" he heard him ask, and he nodded in response. It was unnerving, being put on the open like this, giving his body up to another man. But there was this strange calm that came with it. This freedom that excited him, making his cock shake in excitement. "Ok. I'll keep asking. Let me know when you want me to stop," and he nodded again, unsure if he would ever want this freedom to go away.

Close to his legs, he felt the shifting of the bed under the Doberman's weight. Soon, his legs were held up by the ankles by the strong arms, and he felt the slightest breeze hit his backside and his already clenching hole. His breathing started rushing without his input when he heard a squirt forward, and it came out as a muffled whimper when he felt the cold lube being spread around his pucker, and the first finger slipping inside and coating the inner walls generously. He trembled, his body putting up resistance for a moment before giving in to the pleasure jolting through it. Low moans left his beak, stopped by the gag and still bouncing off the walls.

When the finger pulled out, he felt empty. An emptiness that lasted far too long for his own tastes. It was a few seconds, but without his sight and no sound or movements to guide him, he was literally in the dark. It wasn't until he felt the fat tip press against his hole that he realized it was really happening. His fists clenched in a mix of fear and anticipation...

The first inch pushed through and he groaned as his ass was spread. It went it without a hitch, sliding easily through his canal and making way for the next bit of flesh. But it was completely different from taking a toy. It was another experience, one that made him shake and scream, and beg for more. Inch after inch entered, and his hole finally fought back. It must've been halfway through at that point, and he was berating himself over it. He wanted that dick, and his hips bucked against it to tell as much to Richard.

The Doberman's hand landed on his stomach, rubbing gently. It was soothing, and it was how he told him to relax. Mike could just tell. And right away, his manhood pulled out, only to dive back in. It was a slow pace, reaching only half of his mast, but it was making the hawk tremble all over in euphoria. Each thrust saw an extra bit of the canine's manhood buried inside him, pushing in and breaking his defenses, forcing rough whimpers out of him.

Richard didn't take long to pick up on speed. His muscular hips started hitting the bird's hole deeper every second, his base slowly approaching the feathery rump. Mike felt his prostate ruthlessly massaged by that fat tip, and a multitude of sensations coursed through his body. Fire and lightning melted around his every cell in a familiar way he hadn't felt in so long, and he screamed around the gag in ecstasy.

His cock jumped against his belly, spraying pre all over his body, sticking to his feathers, until the coach's efforts hit one final time. Days' worth of pent-up shot out of his trembling member in several long, thick ropes, each one of them landing square on his body, or jumping as far up as the Doberman's chest. And each he felt going up his length, every squirt setting him on for the next. His sensitivity was through the roof, and it only went higher with every shot he took.

By the time Richard slowed down his humps to a halt, Mike still had a couple shots left in him, but in the end, it was all left dribbling off his tip, and he was a panting mess. His chest rose with every intake of air, and the Doberman's hand ended up on it, rubbing him, joining him in his heavy breaths.

"I'm pulling out," he said after a while, still tired. But right away, Mike started thrashing like mad, his head shaking to both sides so fast, the trainer was scared it would snap off. He reached up for the gag on his beak, holding it until the hawk stopped, and pulled it out.

"Don't! Don't stop! Don't pull it out!" Mike's voice was frantic, but there were moans still mixed in with his words. A quick clench marked them, and Richard stayed in place, hearing him. "You haven't... finished yet... Don't pull it out. Please."

"Mike... You're shaking."

"I know!" he said. And it was true; his hands were trembling from the intensity of his orgasm, and his body shivered from the energy still going through him. He was about to break down out of sheer exhaustion. And yet... "I want you to finish. Inside. Fill me up. Just, please... Please, don't pull out..."

He was still blindfolded, and still shaking. The world was complete blackness, with only the cock buried in his ass serving him as a reminder of where he was. Until the lips pressed against his neck, kisses followed by nibbles that made his body relax. He felt everything push against the mattress as Richard's full weight pinned him down, and his humping resumed.

Faster, rougher... The Doberman's humps took a ruthless approach as he plowed Mike's ass mercilessly. His member buried further and further, until it vanished completely inside him. And with the gag gone, the hawk was free to squeal and moan as much as he wanted every time that length rubbed against his prostate, sending jolts of absolute pleasure through his body. Richard's own grunts joined in, and the room soon filled with their voices.

It wasn't long until his crotch was slamming against Mike's rump. The young hawk managed to take it all in, and the Doberman reciprocated with louder grunts and moans. His balls slapped against the feathers and the pre sipped out, mixed with the lube, coating them. Mike's body went tense with every hit, pulling at the cuffs, unable to do anything to stop or help, to please himself or the canine, given to his mercy.

One last thrust, the hardest of them all, and Mike's back arched as he felt the hot jizz shoot deep into his ass. His own pent-up burst was nothing compared to the massive load the Doberman buried deep inside him. It was such an alien sensation, being filled to the brim with his hot seed, feeling it coat and flood his insides. His ass clenched as hard as it could go to try and milk the long rod for all its worth. More and more of his hot cum burst out of him, and through it all, Richard only let out a few grunts, his face buried in the bird's shoulder.

By the time he finished, Mike had no idea what was going on anymore. The cock was completely buried in his ass, surrounded by the thickest seed he had ever felt before. And it was all inside him, held back by his selfishly hungry hole.

"Hey..." Richard said, his voice somewhere in the darkness. It was unusually tired, and Mike wasn't sure it was even him at first. "Fuck. It's been a while since I had an ass this good. How was it? You liked it?"

"I..." he could barely speak. But he could feel his own silly smile, unable to take it down. He knew he looked ridiculous, and he was embarrassing himself in front of his coach, but he couldn't stop. "I loved it... And I'm glad I practiced as much as I did."

"Yeah," the Doberman laughed. Not a chuckle, but a legit laugh, the first Mike had ever heard out of him. And immediately after, he felt the soft lips landing on his forehead, kissing him and lingering for a few seconds. "You look tired. Why don't you take a quick nap or something, get ready for round 2."

"Round 2...?" the hawk asked, before his voice broke into a yawn. It became evident that the canine was up to something, and soon, the darkness surrounding Mike became heavier through his eyelids. The last thing he felt before falling asleep was the weight of his coach on top of his body, and the throbbing of his cock buried deep in his ass.