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--1

Tanith looked upon his slaves with a grin both coy and satisfied. His satisfaction was evident in a lewd, dripping manner, yet it went beyond flesh-borne pleasures like the ones he'd just experienced.

Collecting strange, pleasing things was hardly a feature unique to Tanith, but the caliber of items he collected (and the manner in which he played with them) was, for he didn't collect childhood longings like cards or action figures. Nor did he partake in more "refined" attempts to amass a great number of things like cigars, fine wines, and paintings; he collected creatures. A living collection of untold depth but unlimited gratification for its' owner, and a great source of pride for him. His methods for getting these playthings were mysterious ones - perhaps even incomprehensible or senseless to dull minds anchored in reality - but they were very real, and their fruits lay heaped before him.

Neither creature seemed to know when their "ordeal" had begun; they had simply found themselves in Tanith's clutches, in a dreamy haze of sex and debauchery, collars about their necks, leashes holding them taut, so surreal as to be accepted as a dream, but it had all most certainly happened.

Falco lay huffing and shivering, his body tingling in sexual afterglow, the sights and scents of sex all fresh in his mind.

Huddled over top of the falcon, similarly disoriented but pleased, the handsome gargoyle Brooklyn ground his blunt snout idly into his fellow slave's waning erection, his own limply flopped on the bird's chest, semen gelling close to the tip. Further evidence of recent antics was lewdly apparent on the taut curve of his behind, the clandestine entrance to which drooled with discarded, draconian seed; said entrance was subtly agape, clearly the result of a knot, but not one of canine origin.

The knot belonged to Tanith, of course; the new owner of the two lovelies who lay exhausted before him. His member, despite having so recently gouged Brooklyn, was as swollen as ever. It was carved out of black, menacing flesh, tapered at the tip, with rubbery spikes staggered along its' length which pointed down to a fat, juicy knot to make even the largest of wolves or big dogs blush with inadequacy. Truly, it was a beautiful piece of meat to be dominated with. And not unlike Falco and Brooklyn, its' work had only just begun that evening.

--2

"Up, now," Tanith ordered in reserve, relying on words, not leashes - these lay slack on the floor.

Wearily, Brooklyn rose to his feet, the dull, throbbing pain of Tanith's recent knotting a factor in his uneasy movements.

In contrast, Falco stood with more ease and grace, yet the ordinarily brash pilot still felt humbled, in a suggestible state that had him in no frame of mind to resist.

Side by side, after sparing just a moment to admire the naked forms of one another, Falco and Brooklyn both turned to the long-bodied drake, their expressions neutral and compliant.

Even seated in his ornate throne, Tanith was enormous; on his feet, he really did tower above his slaves. Every bit of nine feet, but perhaps even more, the size of his body was relative to his ego and dominion, as all of his slaves invariably learned. "What do you two think so far?" he grinned, letting them interpret it as broadly as they wished.

On the spot, the falcon and gargoyle exchanged perplexed, dull looks, and then they looked to Tanith, canting their heads back to look into his leering eyes.

Falco shrugged, a shadow of his former attitude; Brooklyn just muttered a monosyllabic reply, "Uh?"

The eastern dragon chuckled, and he idly toyed with one of his lengthy whiskers. That's about what I expected... Wordlessly, he pointed behind the two slaves, extending a long digit.

Brooklyn and Falco turned at once, the falcon faster than the gargoyle, and they began to pad their way across the ornate, very oriental tiling together.

What Tanith had indicated to them was a bed. Enormous enough that even the drake could comfortably sprawl out upon it and never touch more than one edge of it, the bed seemed to be too large for just sleep. What with the domineering placement of the throne, the darkly-colored curtains, and the treasure-horde decoration of the chamber, it looked to be the stereotypical incarnation of a harem's quarters.

The slaves mounted the bed, sitting upon its' plush surface, a person's width between them. Falco idly thumbed the lead to his own leash; Brooklyn left his slack.

Whether it was intended for him or not, Tanith took to the gap between their bodies, laying his nude, sprawling form upon the bed. Coiling his arms around the torsos of his slaves, the drake pulled them in for a moment of affection, a squeeze, but nothing more. "Brooklyn," he said, quietly and in neutrality, though his lips were twisted into a coy smile.

"Mmh?" the gargoyle answered in a grunt, absently brushing back the mane of his hair.

"Please me with your tongue, slave," the dragon growled, teasing beneath the gargoyle's chin with a finger. Afterward, as Brooklyn leaned down, the drake sat up, and he pulled Falco even closer by the biceps.

The falcon made a tiny and brief squawk, but he remained pliable to the dragon's wants and needs; as it turned out, those were rather tame, for Tanith craned himself down, his long neck easily bending, and he began to sensually lap the mess of Brooklyn's semen from the bird's chest, his tongue preening the downy fluff, leaving it damp, but clean.

While his new master took to cleaning Falco, Brooklyn took hold of the dragon's dark flesh. He dragged his slender tongue along its' length, these ministrations not at all unfamiliar to him; that night, he had already coaxed Falco to an orgasm in a similar way. Pleasing Tanith's large endowment proved more challenging, and more humbling, as well as putting him at a loss of just where to begin, but he found his way quickly.

It became clear to the gargoyle that the rubbery, downward-curving spikes adorning the underside of the drake's cock were among the most tender points, and he pleased these with considerable effort. Almost never licking downward with them except to tease his way back to the knot, he put the most energy into slurping against their grain, letting each one tweak against his tongue, pleasuring both himself and his master, who occasionally faltered to moan through his work on Falco.

Brooklyn paused his attention on the spikes to nose and kiss upon the swollen, fat knot at the base, afterward lavishing the gland with his tongue, going so far as to wrap it around the knot and squeeze.

This earned a quivering rumble of pleasure from the drake, but it didn't seem to be his true desire. Pausing his loving licks upon Falco's chest (which was nearly clean, and he merely seemed to be detailing and gnawing upon one of the pilot's stiffened nipples), he reached down and threaded his fingers through the gargoyle's hair. Moving the handsome creature with more suggestion and less force, he said, "Concern yourself with the tip, my slave..."

Brooklyn needed no more incentive than that. After parting his lips, he wrapped them around the dragon's pointed tip, and upon it, he suckled, meanwhile teasing over it with his tongue. Rewarding his efforts was a steady trickle of pre, and the gargoyle swallowed down this viscous, male-scented lubricant as quickly as it came. He found his senses geared towards enjoying the scents and flavors of Tanith's manhood, and though he was unable to understand why this was, he didn't question it, or feel any urge to.

Tanith sighed and grinned dreamily at the feeling of Brooklyn's obedient, warm lips gracing the tip of his throbbing shaft. Enduring this blissful pleasure, he lapped the last dirty swatch of Falco's down clean, leaving the pilot's chest entirely free of Brooklyn's seed, and after this fact, he bumped his nose to the rounded tip of the bird's beak in a gesture of affection; Falco met it with a pleasant, quiet churr.

The gargoyle's ministrations were deepening; spurred on by Tanith's taste, he took hold of the drake's plump balls, kneading these in one hand; the other listlessly stroked along his master's inner thigh in obvious worship.

Under other circumstances, Tanith would have let Brooklyn suck him to a climax, but there was something else on his mind. "That's enough, Brooklyn," he softly said, without looking the gargoyle's way.

Blushing, Brooklyn eased off of the dragon's member; down between his legs, his own shaft was swollen, dribbling with pre, undoubtedly craving gratification, but he was pliable enough to resist his own pleasure for Tanith's. "All right," he grunted, sitting back.

"All right, master," said Tanith, casting a warning glare to the gargoyle, who fidgeted, and then glanced away. The drake clutched him by the chin, however, enforcing eye contact, menacing the handsome, red creature.

"Yes," a brief pause, rife with nervous submission, "master."

"Good boy," Tanith cooed, grinning and narrowing his eyes seductively. After unhanding the gargoyle's chin, he scooted further up onto the bed, and then he lay back, propping himself up on a nest of cuddly, downy pillows. In this position, his shaft stood more-or-less straight up, a dark monolith which broke up his horizontal form, and both the falcon and gargoyle gazed upon it with lusting, lewd expressions. "Brooklyn?" he rumbled, ensnaring his slave gargoyle in a wanting gaze.

"Yes, master?" Brooklyn replied, spoken with notable self-assurance.

"Put your feet to good use," the eastern drake grinned, unintentionally punctuating his order with a heavy twitch from his endowment.

The gargoyle set about his task without words, shifting on his taut, well-loved bottom, sprawling his legs out before himself. He paused to enjoy this as a stretch, and then, bending his knees, he awkwardly cupped Tanith's member in his soles, his clawed toes curling around the flesh. Despite how fumbling and awkward this seemed to begin, the gargoyle quickly found a good rhythm, pumping and squeezing firmly with his claw-feet.

Tanith grumbled in contentment, and his mighty, black flesh throbbed at this naughty touch. Despite the gargoyle's lack of experience, his eager ministrations and attractive form were more than enough to get Tanith to enjoy the act. However, despite the constant trickle of pre from his pointed tip, the soft, dry hide of Brooklyn's claws began to catch and drag on the dragon's member. Tanith saw to this at once. "Falco, my slave," he said, already having the bird's gaze, but earning it with more intensity, "lick me - lick Brookyln's feet. I dislike all of this friction."

With small, helpful concessions from Brooklyn, Falco dragged his tongue all across the bottoms of the gargoyle's feet. He seemed to take some pleasure from this, given the endearing blush that underscored his eyes, but it was the chance to lick Tanith's manhood yet again that saw this pink hue erupt in full force. Whether truly queer or just pliable to Tanith's body and will by whatever vexation the drake had pulled over he and Brooklyn, Falco clearly savored the taste of the drake, and of his pre especially.

His feet made slick with saliva, Tanith's meat similarly coated, Brooklyn's work was almost easy, and yet he kept at it with great interest. Discontent to just stroke as his skills grew, he groped the dark flesh in his toes, and he compressed the shaft - and especially the knot - in between his feet.

The eastern dragon grinned through a pleasurable grimace, growling lewdly and indiscriminately at the efforts of both of his slaves. Though not in invitation, he spread his legs; Falco took hold of his very plump and furry balls, and in his downy palm, he rolled and squeezed softly upon them, bringing the drake great pleasure, telegraphed with a low moan.

--3

The forwardness that Falco exhibited was prophetic, because a very strong, lewd set of hands suddenly came to rest upon his prostrate behind, over which his tail feathers were high and splayed. It startled the bird into a quiet squawk - not at all a predatorial shriek - and he, ceasing his licks, craned his head back to see his assailant.

Kneeling upon the bed, towering above the horizontal forms of Tanith, Brooklyn, and Falco, was the dragon's mate: an orca of striking proportions. Though shorter than Tanith by a head, his stature still made him colossal to the slaves, and the black, blunt-tipped member with which he menacingly hotdogged Falco's behind was proportionate. Its' uniform shaft throbbed heavily, bulging with veins; meanwhile, the tip oozed even more pre than the virile Tanith, this slime smearing and diffusing into the plumage of the bird's tail feathers. He grinned to Falco, and then to Tanith, regarding the drake only with a nod.

Tanith was well aware of the falcon's fear; Brooklyn, too, looked upon the orca with a worrisome expression, and his feet had ceased to move, merely clutching where they lay. "I thought you might join us, Seth," Tanith said, grinning coyly. "Falco - keep licking. Seth is free to use you just as I do." He then looked to Brooklyn, but rather than craning his long neck, he merely glared from the corner of his eye, the look imbued with that much more dismissal, the effect more commanding. "He's free to use both of you, in fact," he sneered.

As Brooklyn resumed his foot-related pleasures for Tanith, the lewdly-smirking Seth started to have his way with Falco, whose licks were, at best, made difficult. Holding onto the falcon's rump cheeks, kneading them in thick, massive fingers, the orca spread them apart and muscled his pride in between. As the blunt tip of his penis kissed up to the handsome pilot's tail hole, the bird again let loose with that startled squawk; Seth, however, was stoic... At least until he started to push in, which was when he resonated with a low, pleased moan, his toothy smirk evening out into a neutral, but pleasurable expression.

Falco grimaced tightly, clenching his beak and eyes, while his asshole ungraciously did the very same, stretching its' tender walls thin around Seth's meat. Under his breath, he uttered a soft swear, in that moment behaving more like himself, but the attitude faded quickly, leaving only the unusual submission Tanith had imposed on him.

While his mate gradually entered Falco, spreading the bird open wide, Tanith grinned toothily, and he scratched behind one of Brooklyn's ears. "What do you think of his behind?" the drake murred to Seth, before spending a moment to softly huff and moan, his cock beginning to twitch and spit pre with alarming frequency.

"He's nice. Very tight," Seth grunted, looking down his built body. He cracked a grin at the sight of his shaft disappearing into Falco's body, the unreal view of the bird's former pucker stretching so wide to admit him. It was no surprise at all that the falcon wasn't licking even half as much as before, much of his effort lost to panting and wincing.

Tanith nodded sagely, afterward closing his eyes, lying flat on the bed while his monstrous cock pulsated harder than ever. With each tweak of the spikes by Brooklyn's dampened feet, he felt mind-bending twinges of pleasure. Every time the gargoyle groped so lewdly upon his knot, he arched, thrusting into the squeezing feet, while his cock would disgorge an especially heavy wad of pre.

Seth sighed as his hips kissed up to Falco's rear, and only the smallest amount of the base of the orca's manhood was denied entry to that accommodating asshole; he was, in all practicality, buried in the falcon. Taking hold of the bird's hips, exerting leverage upon them, he started to pull back, and Falco was subjected to the pain of the penetration, only in reverse; that scarcely-lubricated orca dick reamed him out for a second time, exiting all the way to the middle of the tip. That was when Seth wedged it back in, twice as fast as the first penetration had been. He eased it back out a bit faster, and then he slid it home faster than that; over the course of several panting, hissing minutes for Falco, the orca worked himself up into a steady, efficient rhythm, one which steadily brought him toward his orgasm.

Tanith enjoyed the sight of his partner huffing and grumbling as he lay claim to the bird's ass, but that wasn't all. Chest rising and falling, hide gleaming with sweat, fluked tail lashing, Seth was beautiful when he fucked, and the show was bringing the drake close to his own orgasm. Though he tried to resist it, there was simply no doing so, especially with a a head-start on Seth, having spent so much time with the slaves already.

Gripping on the fine, blood-hued sheets of the bed, curling his toes, tightening his handsome, Asian features up into a snarling grimace, the drake came, erupting with a load both voluminous and thick, not at all betraying the fact that he'd shot one so briefly in the past. This jism splattered largely across his stomach and chest, but a good portion drizzled down the length of his shaft, all over Brooklyn's still-pumping and -groping feet, and - of course - on Falco's beak and tongue.

A vicious cycle became apparent as Seth admired Tanith's mighty orgasm. To see the handsome, cunning drake bite his lip and twist his features into the unmistakable scowl of an oh-face made him salivate, as well as throb. He rumbled in arousal, the cavern of his muscular chest resonating. In his strong hands, Falco's comparatively delicate hips began to bruise from the strength in his grip, growing more and more potent as the desire for release overtook the aquatic stud.

Seth's fucking had been a rough pounding before; aroused and driven to greater sexual theatrics by the sight and scent of Tanith's climax, the orca's thrusts became all the more punishing to the enslaved falcon. Every time he thrust in, his heavy, low-hanging balls swung up into the bird's own, sending gasping twinges of erogenous pain up through the pilot's body. Seth's hard hips struck the falcon's behind again and again, always with that potent, ruthless force, leaving sore spots, but not quite bruises. All the while, the orca grunted and huffed, grinning no longer out of malice, but out of involuntary pleasure.

Falco had long since given up on licking Tanith's member, but with the thick coating of semen that rendered its' dark flesh a murky white, and played similar tricks on the soles of Brooklyn's feet, his saliva was an unnecessary lubricant anyway. He watched the gargoyle continue his idle footjob only because that's where his eyes happened to be pointing - and, more often than not, they were closed anyway. Seth's member was incredibly thick, and the force and speed with which he wielded it was simultaneously awe-inspiring and unbearable. For a creature as unaccustomed to receiving anal sex as Falco, to have Seth as his first (at least in a very long time) was staggeringly painful.

That part of the falcon's ordeal was nearly over, however. Seth had given up any semblance of composure, and he willfully plowed into the bird with no attempts at subtlety. He just crashed his hips into the slave's ass over and over, these slaps sharp and deafening, even through the down which dressed the bird's muscular behind. The overbearing stud's anal sex came to fruition after a few long seconds of such punishing sodomy; grimacing, huffing through both nostrils and clenched teeth, Seth forced his way into Falco with his most deep, gratifying thrusts, pressing himself completely flush to the bird with each. In the last, he came mid-thrust, wedging himself balls-deep in the falcon, at the same time erupting with a geyser of semen that covered every inch of the bird's insides.

Seth broadcast his pleasure with a long, deep groan, and he tossed his head back as the pleasure overtook him; Falco was more reserved, displaying almost no outward pleasure, and yet he did feel twinges of it from the warmth of the orca's semen.

Brooklyn's footjob wore thin, and then tapered off as he watched Seth cum; he and Tanith alike were mesmerized by the beautifully masculine orca. Both slave and master savored the sheen of sweat, his heady musk, the sight of his tensing form - and similarly, both were hard. Tanith's shaft had never withered, even after the paw pleasures, but Brooklyn's, which had been soft since its' last climax, was again swollen and stiff between his legs.

"Wonderful," Tanith cooed, but to whom, and over what, was a mystery. Just as enigmatically, he said, "Seth, let's take them to the pole, now..."

Seth, still huffing, but rumbling contentedly in afterglow, grinned and nodded. As he exited Falco, a torrential rush of his seed followed, gushing, and then dripping from the falcon's abused tail hole.

Falco shivered, and then Seth picked him up easily; Tanith and Brooklyn followed.

--4

Seth stepped into the adjacent chamber, cradling Falco in his arms, but purely in utility, not affection. He stepped up to a thick pole that stood at the center of this room, breaking up a large, ornate bondage den of sorts.

Distinguishing itself from a support beam or a dancer's pole, this shaft had slack leather straps neatly fastened to it at varying heights. The sight of it alone made Falco blush and reflexively press up to the orca, yet trepidation got him nothing, for Seth hastily removed the slave's leashed collar, set him down upon his feet, and forced him to bend his toned body into a U shape, resting against the pole between his shoulderblades. Not quite finished manipulating the slave, Seth lifted Falco's arms up and above his folded body, and he bound these tightly to the shaft - once at the elbows, and again at the wrists.

Seth then took off Brooklyn's leash and collar, and he bound the athletic slave just as swiftly and effectively, but in a far different position - and to a far different purpose. He made the gargoyle kneel, his back uncomfortably flush to the pole. With another set of straps, he tied the slave's arms to the pole at the biceps, and again at the wrists, leaving him no slack; no escape.

Seth's monstrous size was all the more imposing to Brooklyn for his kneeling, ensnared position. Instinctively, his eyes gazed not up to the orca's grinning snout, but straight ahead, to the great, black flesh of his penis.

This masculine flesh was swollen, dripping with great, sticky wads of pre, the rigidity unaffected by its' owner's recent climax. The way he snatched the gargoyle's head and prodded the blunt tip to the slave's rounded nose, it was as if he'd never gotten off at all.

Brooklyn's cheeks flushed a shade of red noticeably more vibrant than the hue of his hide, but humility and nervousness aside, he obediently parted his lips, and found his maw filled with the orca's endowment almost immediately. It filled his muzzle to capacity, and even beyond that; Seth pushed it down into the gargoyle's throat swiftly and without care. Just as quickly as this happened, Brooklyn's eyes popped from dully half-lidded to wide and alarmed, and he looked up to the aquatic stud with an involuntary sheen of tears in his eyes.

As Seth made himself comfortable in Brooklyn's accommodating maw, Tanith languidly padded his way around to the prostrate falcon. He knelt for a moment, and with slow strokes, he appreciated and admired his avian slave's taut bottom. Muscle and just a tiny amount of necessary fat carved into an immensely pleasing, round, athletic shape, covered in downy feathers that felt more like fur; Falco was distinguished a beautiful slave, a_pet,_ and one worthy of Tanith's "graces."

The eastern drake eased apart the bird's rump cheeks (coaxing a soft, shy grunt from him), and the tail feathers, maybe out of instinct, stayed high and unobtrusive. Buried between the cheeks, tight despite Seth's every attempt to render it otherwise, was the skilled pilot's tail hole. Clenched and set quivering from being exposed to the chill air of the palace, it awaited further defilement, and - grinning impishly - Tanith sank his long, clawed index finger up to the knuckle with care; the falcon churred with an unsure noise of pleasure and visibly tensed.

Within the falcon's perfectly snug behind, Tanith felt the leftovers of Seth's load (at least, what hadn't leaked out of the bird, or wound up shifting deeper into his body). Sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths, and so on were commonplace and perfectly acceptable with the drake's enslaved pleasures, however. After exiting his slave with just his testing, teasing digit, Tanith stood, and he took hold of the knotted beast of his endowment. Larger than Seth, but not too noticeably so, he doubted if his entry would be much, if any, trouble for the bird - and if it was, he wasn't in any position to care. Pointed tip poised at the bird's quaking tail hole, the dragon allowed himself a sigh. He curled his strong hands around the pilot's bruised hips, and then he pushed forward, entering the falcon with a low growl; far to the opposite end of this dominance spectrum, Falco gasped, and his entire body shook.

Exchanging coy glances and grins, Tanith and Seth both claimed the two slaves, fucking them in their own ways with not an ounce of mercy. Dignity was further denied to the enslaved creatures, and it was this cruelty which the two masters seemed to relish most of all - though the tangible pleasures were a very close second to this more abstract dominance.

Seth was cold and efficient while he fucked Brooklyn's warm maw, just as he'd demonstrated with Falco's behind. Not one for passive oral sex, the orca pounded the gargoyle's snout with every thrust. From this momentum, Seth's massive, fleshy balls swung up in a pendulous arc to spank the slave's throat, and incidentally, this (along with the size of the orca's manhood) made Brooklyn's breathing come in difficult snatches.

Tanith, himself, could love his slaves and give them pleasure, but at that juncture, his technique resembled Seth's. With his strong back legs, he propelled his hard hips into the bird's bent and splayed ass, driving home his knotted, black meat again and again. The rubbery spikes adorning its' length dug into tender flesh of Falco's anal passage, causing no harm or damage, but nevertheless scraping and sending mixed signals of pain and pleasure up the bird's spine. Meanwhile, like a meaty fist, the drake's knot punched against that quivering, well-worn former pucker, each buck a threat.

As it came to be, however, Tanith didn't tie his knot with the bird. The drake brought himself to the brink of his orgasm, but, shuddering and growling, grinning broadly, he slowly extracted his mighty cock. As each rubbery hook tweaked on the way out, he felt his entire body heave in a shudder again, and though it seemed that this would bring him gratification, it didn't.

Falco panted and waited for the dragon to force his way back inside (to some degree, he even hoped this would be the case), but he left the encounter "disappointed."

Rather than finish up in the falcon, Tanith - whether due to a prior agreement, or simply on a whim - coolly asked Seth to trade places with him.

Grinning somewhat coyly, sweat dripping from his body in exertion, the tall orca left Brooklyn's maw, a runner of saliva linking the tip of his endowment to the gargoyle's lip.

Tanith stepped around one side of the pole, Seth around the other, and they both began to untie their panting, sore slaves. Seth let Falco down, but kept him close to the pole, but Tanith carried Brooklyn - in his arms, like a bride - to the bed close by, one appearing almost identical to that in the drake's main harem. The dragon lay the gargoyle close to the edge of this bed, initially seeming as though it was to let him rest, yet his head was left hanging over the edge.

It didn't take Brooklyn long to realize what his draconian master was about to do - and that was good, because Tanith didn't give him long to ponder it. The handsome, Asian drake took hold of the gargoyle's snout; passively, still queerly unable to resist his two masters, Brooklyn parted his lips. At once, his maw was again filled with a wide, thick cock, the hooks tweaking against his tongue and palate, bringing both slave and master odd twinges of pleasure, represented in vastly different ways. The angle of Tanith's entry, however, forced the drake's black meat to fill the entirety of the gargoyle's throat at the apex of each thrust - and Tanith prolonged his thrusts just to choke Brooklyn.

While Tanith took to throttling Brooklyn's breathing in his own way, Seth was up to something a sight more cruel with Falco, but in a similar vein. From a chest close by, he took out a leather strap, one resembling a belt with a sturdy buckle, and a set of ornate handcuffs. He turned the humbled pilot to face him, and he employed the bejeweled handcuffs, bonding the bird's hands around the pole. Seth then lashed the belt-like item around the avian's throat, and the pole itself. This, he looped tightly and set into a catch on the pole, just high up enough that the bird's feet didn't touch the ground.

At being suddenly hung up, Falco squawked sharply and began to thrash (earning a half-interested glance back from Tanith, but the entirety of Brooklyn's attention, who watched morbidly from between the dragon's legs). Left terrified and flailing, the bird slowly strangled under his own weight.

For better or worse, Seth helped Falco's immediate problems by lifting the bird by his thighs, though the angle at which the pilot's body bent still put strangling pressure on his throat. Even while the falcon's vision began to fade and his vocalizations tapered off into wheezing coughs, Seth pressed his swollen, saturated member up beneath the slave's balls, and he entered that well-worn tail hole with a low, pleased rumbling. Having already earned most of his climax in Brooklyn's muzzle, finishing up in Falco's behind (even as gouged as Tanith had left it) wouldn't take the stud long at all. Grunting, grinning toothily, his long, fluked tail lashing in obvious pleasure, Seth claimed Falco's bottom just as wildly as he had the first time around.

It was apparent just how uncomfortable the falcon was; being strangled like so, all sensations were heightened. His body convulsed with sharp twinges of anal discomfort, but from the stimulation alone and the lack of oxygen, he had a swollen, throbbing erection. Those wheezes and squawks came with rapidly decreasing frequency, and before too long at all, his body had gone slack.

Whether by coincidence or not, the moment Falco's body lost all traces of life was the same moment the might orca came. Shuddering and gripping the pilot's thighs tightly enough to leave nasty bruises, he buried his black cock to the absolute hilt and shot a mighty, sticky wad just as voluminous as his first that evening. He gruffly panted and still wore the grin even into his afterglow. The sadistic orca enjoyed the slack, "dead" appearance of Falco before he reached around behind the bird; first, he unbound the handcuffs, but only from one wrist. Then, quite calmly, he lifted the bird to add slack to the strap, and he unbuckled it.

Tanith paused at the apex of a thrust, leaving his knotted pride stuffed into the gargoyle's throat. While Brooklyn choked and winced (all the while staring in mounting horror at Falco), Tanith turned his head. What he saw made him smile coyly to Seth, who smirked in return, and then left with the slackened falcon to a room yet unexplored by the two slaves.

The drake slid free of Brooklyn's maw, to the gargoyle's apparent relief, but the slave stayed put, shivering in fear, rendering him absolutely passive. The cloud that hung around him still kept his perceptions dull and his will pliable, but the fear of death (and the fact that he was certain he had just witnessed the demise of his a fellow slave) weighed heavily on his mind.

Brooklyn's unease wasn't helped when Seth stepped back into the room, sans Falco, and without fanfare. Likewise, Tanith said nothing, asked nothing; the gargoyle assumed that Falco's death was all but implied, and he could only guess that his would come shortly. When the orca came and took a seat on the edge of the bed, and Tanith did the same, flanking him with the aquatic creature, the trembling gargoyle moved up to his knees and turned to Tanith. "What's going on?" he warily asked. At that moment, Seth took hold of the slave's taut behind, coaxing him to flinch, yet he only exerted a lewd, palming touch.

"Be more specific," Tanith growled, but with a grin, rubbing underneath Brooklyn's chin. Standing proudly in the drake's lap, his erection had not yet waned, and its' size was as intimidating to Brooklyn as much as ever.

Fidgeting from Seth's groping hand, nervously eyeballing Tanith's monstrous, knotted cock, Brooklyn asked, "What happened to the bird...?"

"You'll find out," Seth said, speaking with a throaty chuckle; Tanith only confirmed these evil intentions with a chuckle and a coy sneer.

"W-wait--!" Brooklyn said, stammering with fear and mounting indignity. He attempted to pull away from Seth, but succeeded only in resisting the orca's touch for a second.

"No waiting, slave," Tanith growled, as Seth effortlessly wrestled the gargoyle down to the bed.

His meat again standing at full attention, the orca made the hapless gargoyle straddle his hips, keeping him turned so he could savor every nuance of pain on his features. From there, without so much as a single word, he pulled the slave downward and impaled him, earning a sharply pained cry from the creature.

Tanith crept up behind the shuddering, panting gargoyle. What began as a gentle touch - as he wrapped his strong arms around the comparatively small slave's torso - turned cruel and perverse, for, with some effort, he wedged his knotted shaft up into the gargoyle's already well-worn tail hole, entering but all with his knot.

For the two masters, it was quite intimate, the act of inherently frotting one another within the confines of a writhing, whimpering bitch, but for Brooklyn, it was a nightmarish ordeal of discomfort and uncertainty. Falco's fate was yet unknown to him, and all throughout the slow, rather sensual (but still extraordinarily painful) sex, it weighed heavily on his mind.

To Brooklyn's perception of time and the world around him, it seemed as though that horrible stretching lasted for hours, and all the while, they caressed and petted him, spoke fondly of his body, his looks, his snug behind; it was attention and affection he found smothering and off-putting.

By the time the sex neared its' climax, Brooklyn's pains and fears were coming to an end. So gouged was his behind that he assumed himself to be numb to any further pain, but wrongly, for when Tanith brutally forced his knot beyond the threshold of the gargoyle's tail hole (still next to Seth's king-sized member), Brooklyn crossed a threshold of his own; pain. With only a strangled, unnaturally high shriek, he collapsed atop Seth's wide chest, slipping into blissful unconsciousness as the drake's load finally entered him.

--5

Brooklyn knew not how long he "slept," yet when he came to, the trials of serving Tanith and Seth were apparent in the sheer soreness that wracked his bottom. Similarly, his jaw felt the pain of a few ruthless muzzle-fuckings, as did his throat. To some extent, his entire body ached, but he was alive.

As he sat up, he came to see that he lay in a prison of sorts, but one of fabulous opulence, as decorated as the rest of Tanith's oriental palace. Steel bars in three cardinal directions (with a wall at the back) kept him hemmed in, but the cell was colossal, and had its' own amenities. A toilet, a sink, and a clawfoot bathtub, but a curtain shielded off only the former. In lieu of a bed was a nest of sorts, a downy cot upon the floor made of pillows and sheets - but what lay upon it caught the gargoyle's eye. It was Falco, looking as exhausted and sore as he, unconscious, but breathing and alive.

About the bird's neck, Brooklyn saw, was a lovely leather collar; nothing like the makeshift pieces he and the falcon had worn earlier in the night. In truth, he thought it looked quite handsome around the bird's neck... But when he absently reached up and felt that one adorned his own neck, he suddenly felt it as the smothering implement of bondage that it was.

Shivering suddenly, as if made aware of a chill, Brooklyn took to the bed. Under ordinary circumstances, he wouldn't have sought comfort, let alone from another male, and yet those circumstances were anything but ordinary. In justified fear and sorrow, he huddled up to Falco, and lapsed quickly into an exhausted sleep.