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It wasn't too often that royals ever visited Severance. Where the streets were stained with filth, and the people looked more keen to slither than walk. Where the abandoned buildings were all teeming with shady strangers like dead stumps full of squirming bugs; and whore, sword, and drug stores were just about the only industries thriving. The kind of place that was completely isolated from the civilized world around them, and proud of it. With unending miles of dense forestry keeping it hidden away from any proper kingdoms, and common sense keeping those kingdoms from coming to them. In it's essence, it was a city ruled by no one. As the locals were always so proud to point out.

Kelm just sneered. The city wanted by no one was closer to the truth. If any kingdom actually needed this cesspool they could have burned and stormed the forest without issue, and maybe one day they would. And Kelm wished them nothing but the best of luck in scrubbing all the sex and slime out everything. He certainly wouldn't be the one doing it.

Still, for all the crime, and sleaze, and debauch that seemed to ooze from every alleyway, Severance definitely had its charms, too. After all, it managed to attract a duke's son. So it couldn't have been all bad. Sometimes you just need to see the worst in life if you really want to appreciate the best, and this place truly was the worst; but for a boy who spent his entire life being given exactly what he wanted, a little dose of the real world was a breath of fresh air. His thick, scaled tail swinging back and forth rhythmically as he walked down the filthy streets. Dressed in nothing but a silk robe.

And the whores were just about the most depraved in the land too. Which coincidentally, was why Kelm was there. Three of his best guards walking close by as they kept any riffraff from getting close. All dressed in nothing but the finest chainmail that gold could buy, and armed with crested longswords barring the duke's insignia clear on the hilt. Raised and ready to ruin anyone who got the wrong idea.

And in the middle of it all, the duke's son. Grinning arrogantly as all manner of people parted around his scaly entourage. He didn't know exactly where he was going yet, but he knew he'd find a brothel that suited his liking eventually. He always did. Really, it was just a matter of walking until he found one, or rather, it was, anyways. Until something else caught the boy's eyes instead. Something much more enticing to his, refined tastes. Stopping him stone-still in his tracks. With his guards coming to a clanking halt a short moment later; their swords raised high to stop whatever might have been bothering the honourable son.

Nothing was bothering him though. Quite the opposite, actually. Kelm's eyes widening, and his pointed teeth all showing shamelessly as he grinned like the Cheshire. Tail still swinging and posture still completely dignified as he admired the sight. It was a peacock - or, peahen anyways. A rarity among rarities when it came to birds -- and one of the few that Kelm still needed for his collection. Relaxing at the edge of a filthy alleyway, with her beautiful tail flourished and resting in a crescent just behind her. Like a canvas for her to be painted against. Her long hair rolling down her shoulders and almost all the way down her stomach, and her body curving in all the ways the prince adored. He simply had to have her. He was going to have her. And she must have noticed that look in the princes eyes, because all of a sudden, she bolted. Sprinting down the alleyway frantically. And Kelm moved to follow.

"Milord. With all due respect, this isn't wise. You can't just be running down alleyways in this city. It's not safe.."

A heavy, skilled hand pressed against Kelm's chest to hold him back, only succeeding in drawing a cruel, vicious snarl from the honourable son. The kind that could make even the strongest soldiers question their resolve. He grabbed at the hand and shoved it away violently, before staring up at the disobedient knight. Eyes like daggers. Who did this man think he was? To touch the duke's son? To tell him what he could and couldn't do? It was a disgrace.

"Not if you do your job. Knight."

"...Yes Milord. Of course. My apologies, Milord."

That was more like it. And with no more snivelling insurrection to deal with, the young duke was free to get back to his hunt. His guards now following closely behind him without a word of protest. Like good lapdogs should. Already a few feet behind the sprinting lizard by the time he got to the alleyway, and only trailing further behind as he chased what was little more than a silhouette in the distance now. Their heavy armaments making it difficult to keep up with a determined prince in a robe. Though they all knew well enough not to protest. The duke's son meanwhile, was hot on this girl's heels now. Predatory instincts far outpacing those of a frail little bird as he closed the gap between them. Practically licking his chops.

Almost there... close enough to nearly taste the thrill of taking something so exotic, his hand reaching out to grab at her. Before, with a thud, a strong and sudden hand caught him off guard. Hitting his chest with the force of a ballista, and throwing his feet off the ground completely. Letting gravity do the grunt of the work in reuniting him a moment later, as he crashed down coughing and sputtering. Breath completely gone, and whole body aching dully as his mind tried to catch up with what just happened. A cacophony of chaos and grinding metals soon erupting behind him. As his guards caught up just in time to be incapacitated by heavy nets of metal and rope. Powerful enough to bring them to the ground with ease, and keep them there as they fought with the brass bindings. Completely powerless to help.

Kelm meanwhile, was still struggling with learning to breathe again, when that same hand plucked him up off the ground with ease, dangling him in the air to get a better glance at what it just caught, and bringing him nice and close for a good view. In the low light, the royal could see that whoever this person was, they were definitely a bird of some kind. With dark black feathers everywhere but their chest, where they erupted in a plume of vibrant reds instead. Wild eyes and a dangerous, power-mad sort of grin. When he spoke, it sounded unstable. Like he was enjoying this thrill just a little too much.

"Well well well... well. Well look at this, boys! This, this rich boy here? The duke's son, right? You're the duke's son? Son of the duke? You'd think a man so important, so... rich! You'd think he might be able to afford some better protection. Right? Ha, right?"

The bird treated Kelm to a swift punch in the stomach. To punctuate his point.

"I was expecting a fight! A challenge! Not some dumb drake running dick-first like you. Dumb enough to fall for Pekoe. Fall for that little bait and switch we did. Well... oh well. Alright oh well. Oh well that's fine. That's okay. A catch is a catch after all. And what a catch you are!"

Kelm tried as desperately as he could to squirm free from the stranger's strong grip. Both hands grasping at his fingers futilely as he wriggled like a caught worm, and kicked his legs wildly. It wasn't any use though. The crazed stranger had him way to tightly, and his guards certainly weren't able to lend any aid. Not with their bodies pinned against the ground in that mess of metals and ropes. He had to get away, he had to get out, to get free somehow. There had to be something he could do... but just as his mind was starting to pull ideas together, all sense was knocked out of him with a rough punch to the back of the head. Leaving his ears ringing for the second hit. And then one more to finish the job. Knocking consciousness out of him with brutal efficiency as he went limp in the man's hands. Out cold. And completely at their mercy.

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When Kelm woke back up, he wasn't in the alleyway anymore. He wasn't dressed in his expensive silk robes and though his eyes were open, he certainly couldn't see. Still, he tried to take in as much of his surroundings as he could. First, he felt the cold chill of the floor beneath him. Hard and probably stone, and less filthy than the alleyway but definitely not clean. Pressing against the bare scales of his stomach and chest. He wasn't dressed, and he was on his belly. That was something to know at least. He tried to move his arms, but they were bound by rough rope behind his back. Too tight for him to manage anything but the faintest of wriggling, and making his wrists wince with heat when he tried even that. He must have been rope-burnt. What about his tail? He tried to move it, and another shot of heat ran along his wrists. Okay. So the three were all bound together. Good to know.

His legs were spread out almost uncomfortably wide, but when he tried to close them together again, something firm and cold stopped him. Attached at his ankles and holding them far apart. With what must have been a metal bar or something, because it refused to bend no matter how much effort the royal put in. He was trapped, completely and utterly. Blindfolded and naked and tied up on the floor, with not an option in the world that could save him. He started clinging to hope. Maybe he could call for help, maybe they left him somewhere with people nearby, surely he couldn't be isolated.

He tried to open his jaws and immediately that rough burning resonated through his scales again. This time around his snout, and his cheeks flushed in realization. They tied his muzzle too. didn't they? He was completely helpless then. His only way to move was crawling, but right now, what choice did he have? He started to wiggle. His scales grating against the rough ground uncomfortably, and every motion making his muscles ache. But at least making progress. For a while anyways. Until a rough talon came down to press against his back. And if Kelm could have cussed at that moment, he would have.

"About time you woke up there, man. I was almost starting to worry. Figured Tulsi must've hit you a bit too hard -- guy's got a bad habit of doing that sometimes -- and wouldn't that have been a tragedy. You can't ransom the dead after all. You're up though, and you seem well enough to move, so, I guess we're all clear. I'll go get the guys now. Hey, I'd uh, tell you to wait here, but you know what? I trust you to do that on your own."

Kelm shuddered at the feeling of that sudden pressure, then went completely still. Heart pounding in his chest as that strong claw flexed and relaxed against the scales of his bare back. Threatening to slice through them at a moment's notice. Whoever this person was, it definitely wasn't the bird from before, which was a relief. But more strangers still wasn't a good thing. This guy felt big too, with a lot of weight behind that talon as he pushed the boy into the ground, before finally, thankfully pulling away. Leaving Kelm there to catch his breath. Mind running rampant. The guys? Wait, how many were there? The royal tried to hide his panic as those avian feet started clacking rhythmically against the stone floor now, sounding farther and farther away with each click. He was leaving. Eventually he stopped at what must have been a door, some fifteen steps away, before creaking it open, and slamming it shut behind him. Leaving the duke's son all alone in silence. This was his chance.

With a muffled grunt of effort, Kelm flipped himself over awkwardly, so that the bindings on his hands were pressed right up against the stone floor. There had to be a rough spot somewhere. There had to be. He needed there to be. Heat pulsing through his wrists, he slid his body back and forth with his feet for leverage. He could hear the rope fraying slightly, splitting against the uncomfortable ground. He had no clue how thick they were, but if he could only get his hands free... maybe he could pull the blindfold off. Find an exit. He had to try at least. Of course, his efforts were brought to a screeching halt when he heard the door swing open again, and froze in place. Every muscle tensing dangerously tight. He could hear the slow clacking of talons approaching him, before voices erupted.

"Hahahahaha! This is your escape attempt? Your plan to escape, get out, get free? Wriggling like a little bitty bug? Hahaha! Oh, if only the duke could see you now!"

"Come on man? Really? How do you mess up staying put?"

"Gotta admire that vigor though. Yeah? Kid's had a bad day, and even all roped up like that, he's still givin it a good go. What's a young duke to do?"

"He could have stayed put. Like, you know, I told him to."

"He used to be so ostentatious... Do you think he understands how far he's fallen?"

"Oh, doesn't matter if he does. Doesn't much matter anything about him anymore. Not anymore. Not now anyways. Not on the floor like that. On his back. His back when he should be on his stomach. Down on his stomach on the floor."

"Well... you heard the man. Other side. Your Majesty."

Kelm's heart was pounding but he tried to look calm. Even still, his muscles shook against his better will. There were so many voices, all talking and echoing around the room in a way that made his already aching head throb. Treating his naked shame like it was completely normal, and all carrying the most casual, nonchalant tone. From what he could hear, it sounded like there were at least four of them. That he could tell anyways. There could have been more, but he really, really hoped there weren't. Four was bad enough. Soon he felt that same rough claw from before pressing up against his side all of a sudden, and rolling him back onto his stomach effortlessly. The poor muscles in his underbelly all tensing up against at the uncomfortable embrace of cold stone. Not that any of his captors seemed to care.

"But you must be so confused, huh? So... curious? So wondering? Well, well we can't have that. Can't have the duke's son feeling. Uncomfortable. No? Right? No not at all. Pekoe? Pull off the boy's blindfold for him. Pull off. Let him see us. The room and us. Okay?"

"By all means."

Kelm could hear the ruffling of feathers in the air now. He could feel that talon pulling away again to make room for someone else to move in, and soon, he could feel the soft brush of slim fingers against the nape of his neck. Playing with his scales carefully, and thumbing at his cold shoulder blades before stroking upwards. Elegantly hooking beneath his blindfold, and sliding the cloth up off his face. The young drake fully expecting to be blinded by piercing light then, but instead, greeted only by the dim embrace of darkness. Only just barely bright enough for him to see the four avians that had kidnapped him, all standing courteously and conveniently in front of him. Lined up with the bird who had attacked him before - whom he could tell was a robin of some sorts now - standing at the far left. Next to him, was a very tall, very well built dove. Dark grey and standing almost a full head taller than anyone else in the room. Then, a much chubbier cockatoo, with hands that seemed incapable of sitting still. And at the end of the line... the peackock? Wait, she was in on it? Kelm could feel his blood starting to boil, but there was nothing he could do to act on it. She, well, he tricked him! The filthy bird! He was glaring up at that feminine avian when the robin moved in closer. Close enough to block the other three out of view completely as he spoke.

"Like what you see? Enjoying... liking the sight? Is it nice? Well... I guess it doesn't matter. Not much anyways. Mattering I mean. I. Just wanted to be polite. And polite I am. I am being polite. Right?"

He looked back to the others. Who didn't move.

"Right of course. Yeah. Now where are my manners. My name? My name my name my name. My name, is Tulsi. Good to meet you. Not for you, but for me. For me it's good. And the Dove? Well his name is Smog."

"Believe me, the pleasure's all mine, your Majesty. And may I say that it was an honour, to hold your squirming body against the ground while you wriggled like a stuck pig. High point of my day."

"He's the talker. Talks better than anyone, so he talks and talks us out of trouble. Or sometimes into trouble. Really his choice, not mine. And the cockatoo you see? Him? Gin. Like the plant, you know? Yeah, you know? Ginseng. Royals love the stuff. Say hi Gin."

"Nice to meet ya, kid. Awake and still ticking too. And not much worse for wear either - if I might say so. After that clock from Tulsi I was half sure ya'd just stay sleeping. It's good ya didn't though."

"He's our thing-maker. Makes all kinds of things. Made those nets for your guards, made the holders for your legs, made a bunch of other things too. Things that I like. Things that you'll see later. Some really close later too. And I think I'll like them a lot. Be patient though. Both of us. It'll happen, and it'll happen at some point. Some point really soon. Next to him? That's Pekoe"

"A pleasure. Rarely am I in the presence of royalty. You likely recall, but I was the one you saw at the alleyway earlier. I imagine you never anticipated for things to go the other way around though. No? It's quite fitting. If you think about it."

"She, he, he-she, she-he, whoever... He. He's the bait. The girl-looking one. He tricks any royals like you - and unroyals. It works on everyone really. Tricky like that. Tricking people to follow him into us. Us all ready to ambush. Sorta like we did with you. Except, not sort of. Exactly. Exactly like we did with you. Cause we caught you! And now... now well, well now you're probably wondering why. Why why why why why? Why, Huh? Oh I bet you are."

Tsuli was babbling. Face nearly pressing up against Kelm's as he spoke at a raving pace and an almost singsong tone. Clearly eager to have some fun, but at the same time, extremely dedicated to dancing around the point. Whether intentionally or not. Either way, it was trying Kelm's patience fiercely. For a boy so used to talking and not listening, and getting only what he wanted, this was torture. His muzzle bound too tightly for him to even interrupt. Forced instead to just glare up and growl as he waited for the bird to either shut up or get to the point. Managing neither as he kept talking on.

"And it's actually two things too. Not just one. But two. One and two. One. Is for ransom. A big, big ransom for a big royal like you. Huge. Lots of gold and gold to set us up for maybe forever. Or maybe for years. Or maybe a day. Probably forever though. That's the more fun one. And two, two is to well. Well... This is kinda awkward. Just. You know? Just a little weird? Not for us I mean. You probably think I mean us. So I should - I don't mean us. I mean you. Awkward for you. Just you. No one else. You see... We've always wanted to fuck royalty. And royalty you are. So with a few weeks until ransom. We might as well. Well, will. Will as well? Yeah. Will works well. Well because we will. But first. First that invention. The one I was talking about. Yeah, that one. It's time for it. So Gin. Go grab it will you? Smog and I, we'll get the royal ready. Right Smog?"

"Sure. Why not? It's in your workshop, so that's what? Less than a minute? I can keep the brat down for longer than that."

"Good. Perfect! Perfectly good really. We'll do that then. Then help me out with these ropes, Smog?"

Kelm watched, with his heart still pounding and his muscles still tense and cold, as Tulsi slowly stepped back again. Letting the bound royal see the rest of the room like before. His mind was spinning. They couldn't possibly mean... they wouldn't have the gall... But the dove in front of him was grinning from ear to ear as if to confirm his suspicions. Like a predator with its eyes on some juicy prey, and Tulsi wasn't much better. Both of them admiring the catch they had managed to make. Kelm's arms behind his back and his tail forced to be up and still at all times. His legs spread wide, green scales glistening slightly under the dim lights, with an embarrassing pink streak of them running all the way down his back. Usually hidden from the outside world. He could almost feel their eyes roaming over it, and it made his breath quicken.

The other two meanwhile, had already gone off somewhere and Kelm had no idea where. The cockatoo hopefully out of the room and getting that invention Tulsi was so excited about, but he had no clue for where the peacock could be, and no time to look before two strong hands clasped around his head to hold it in place. Kelm struggling against them in vain instinct even as the grip tightened. Refusing to be dominated so easily.

The pressure built more and soon Kelm found it almost impossible to move - trapped in the dove's strong hands, still trying to squirm. A moment later, a second pair of of feathered palms pressed against his soft muzzle. Tulsi's. Much gentler but still deliberate in their wandering as they stroked and massaged his cool scales, and tickled against his sensitive flesh. Not stopping until they'd reached the rough ropes that were keeping him silent, and grabbing them tightly. Feathered fingers quickly getting to work on untying the awful binds, making the boy go cross eyed as he watched, before pulling them away. Hard. Letting the rope coil around the royal's snout as it unwound, and burned against his already tender flesh in one rough motion. His mouth free to open wide now as he screamed in pain. Only for all four of those nimble hands to force their way inside of him at once.

They pushed themselves into his maw uncomfortably far. Minding the boy's harshly sharp teeth as fingers slid past them, and pressed down into the soft flesh of his inner muzzle instead. Holding his mouth open nice and wide, and filling his maw with the distinct taste of feathers as they kept him like that. Tongue lashing around frantically and jaws trying desperately hard to clamp shut around the sudden intrusion. To no avail. What the hell were they doing? Who did they think they were? That they could get away with violating royalty? Kelm was confused and furious, thrashing his head around now that no one was holding it, but accomplishing little to nothing in the process. The confusion fading away once Gin strolled back into the room. Smog quick to speak out to him.

"Perfect timing, man. The brat's primed and ready for you to pop that bad boy in. So come on."

"Already? Blimey ya work fast there. Guess that's why we keep ya round, huh?"

The cockatoo chuckled, though outside of his peripherals as he was, Kelm still couldn't see him. He could hear the telltale clicking of bird-feet against the floor though, rhythmic and a little louder than the others as he approached, until he was right in front of the boy. Grinning jubilantly at the chance to finally test out his newest little toy. A complex mess of heavy copper and delicate velvet that he was holding up for Kelm to see. Looking more like an overly involved muzzle than anything else, like the ones the royal hounds would sometimes wear, with a few extra mechanisms that he didn't quite have the chance to investigate before it was crammed into his open maw. All the way to the last row of teeth before every hand pulled out of him at once, and his jaw finally clamped shut.

He felt his fangs - row after row of once razor sharp weapons - slipping into orthodox little slots now, with soft stuffed velvet on the other side to replace them. So when he shut his maw only gentle fabrics pressed together. And before he could open it again those hands were back. Clicking locks together frantically, until his whole snout was wrapped in the thing. Constricted by strong copper from the top and bottom, and effectively muzzled by the cold, strange device. His jaw not quite closed, but made so he couldn't bite with his real fangs anymore. So it might as well have been. Still, it was preferable to the ropes from earlier at least. Now he could move his mouth some, and didn't have to feel that awful burning every time he moved. Of course, the birds weren't done yet. Not even close. And with one last pull of a switch on the side, mechanisms snapped shut, and his jaw was completely locked into place. Teeth not even showing anymore as he tried to bare them. Instead revealing just soft, inviting red cushions. Much to the enjoyment of Gin, who chuckled loudly again.

"It fit alright? I call it the lock and pry. And I had to do some right complicated work to get it like that, ya know. So I hope it's not too small or the like. Looks like a glove though. And that's not even the top feature."

The hands were gone, so Kelm tried his best to squirm away again, but of course it wasn't long until Smog was crushing the sides of his head in the same vice grip as before. While Gin fiddled with another little dial at the side. Humming absentmindedly to himself as he twisted it clockwise, and Kelm's muzzle was gradually pried open. Forced unshut by a series of little systems, as his muzzle let loose a metal click for every few degrees it spread. Holding strong even as the boy tried with all his might to clamp down. Refusing to budge. By the time the cockatoo finally stopped, his mouth was open and staying like that. Not uncomfortable, but humiliating. His cheeks flushing and his eyes glaring at whoever he could meet his gaze with as he laid on the floor like a broken predator. Mouth open wide and tongue free for everyone to see as he tried and failed to keep what little dignity he had left. Not even able to growl now with his snout held open like this. Forced to stay completely silent instead, and let Tulsi talk again.

"Perfect! Perfectly perfect! Perfect perfect amazing and perfect! You've outdone yourself, Gin. You know that? I hope you know that; it's worth being known. So know it. And see, royal? You see? Can you? I told you I'd enjoy this. I'd like it and I was right. I never lie. Never unless I do, which I don't. It's time to have some fun now though. More fun at least. This was fun too, but we can have more. Fun that is. All tied up and locked up like this... he's good to enjoy, boys. So, enjoy!"

"Don't mind if I do."

Smog grinned that same, predatory grin as before. Teeth showing, arms crossed, and shoulders held high as those hungry eyes ran all over the royal's bare body. Almost greedily. Skimming over his defiant eyes, running along the trail of pink scales along his back, and stopping at Kelm's naked flank. He started strolling out of the young duke's sight. The soft clacking of his heavy talons acting as the only indicator for where he was headed as he roamed all the way around to Kelm's rear, and let his hands wander shamelessly. Grabbing at the tip Kelm's tied tail and slowly roaming downwards. Until his palms were pressing into his soft butt cheeks. While at his front, the duke's son watched with worry as Tulsi and Gin undid the fastenings on their pants, and let them fall to the ground with a couple soft clanks. This was bad. This was very, very bad. The two were grinning just as greedily as Smog, as their hands drifted down to grab those obscene drake-breakers. Gently stroking their cocks with soft, self-indulgent motions. Letting Kelm get a good eyeful of what would be humiliating him soon as they gradually started to stiffen. But the royal's eyes were intent on staring anywhere but there. Darting around the room desperately. Scouring for a way out.

Maybe there was another door? A weapon he could use to defend himself with? There had to be something at least. Anything. Eyes growing frantic with fear as they dipped back and forth between the two empty corners in his peripherals, not even knowing where the door everyone entered through was, let alone any others. From what he could see though, the room was completely empty. His body slumped but Smog was sure to pull it back up. Forcing him up onto his knees while his chest still pressed against the ground uncomfortably, with solid stone grinding against his scales hard. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Pekoe. Only barely noticeable as he leaned against one of the farthest walls, just... watching. He wasn't undressed and he didn't seem interested in anything but mere admiration as his tail flourished behind him, but somehow, it still made Kelm's stomach churn. He could feel the peacock's gaze playing all over his body. Sizing him up. Only looking away when the lizard's eyes met with his, and going right back when he thought the boy wasn't watching anymore. Almost inspecting him.

A sharp slap was all that Kelm needed to remind him of exactly where he was. Making the poor drake yelp out in surprise, and tense up entirely as a thick, feathered hand spanked against his soft ass. Smog clearly enjoying the way his pet royal reacted as he swung down for yet another. Different cheek, same pathetic yelp, as Kelm's trapped tail tried and failed to draw down and cover those sensitive buns. Only succeeding in making his wrists burn again instead. Another slap. This one hard enough to send his whole body rocking forward slightly, and right into Gin's awaiting hand as that cockatoo cupped the underside of his muzzle. Mindful of his own creation as he slipped those digits through gaps in the copper, and pressed them right against Kelm's scales. Loving the way it made the boy squirm. Rumbling softly as he pulled the duke's head up, and raised him right to eye-level with his thick, still half-hard, gently drooling dick. Clearly he had been enjoying the show, as he milked a thick bead of the off-ivory goo onto the tip, and courteously wiped it off against the top of Kelm's tongue. Making the helpless royal recoil in disgust. Before one of Gin's hands quickly reached around to hold his head in place. And keep it there as he slowly, casually slotted his thick white cock into the noble's mouth. Sighing softly in approval. Both of his hands soon finding their way to that same spot on the back of his head, as he ground his hips back and forth passively. Content to just glide his mass over Kelm's unwilling tongue slowly. It was Tulsi that wanted more. Telling so with a swift slap of his ass.

"Hahahahahah -- oh, you're new at this. Aren't you? Yeah. Because if you weren't new. You'd know to work. Can't suck with your mouth all locked up. Probably. So use your tongue, new bitch. Give him something to enjoy. Or it's going to have to go in your throat instead."

Without warning, Tulsi treated his newest toy to another bout of harsh, cathartically hard slaps. All in loveless succession, and all leaving Kelm's poor cheeks stinging awfully hot before he finally stopped, and brought his hands back up to the royal's face, and grabbed a good fistfulof the metal fastenings around his snout instead. Pulling Kelm's head down roughly, and forcing him to take Gin's cock until even the balls were resting in his mouth. That fat cockhead now deep enough to prod against the back of the bitch's throat, and make him gag before Tulsi pulled him back up again. Point made, but still pushing him down for another round anyways, and watching that proud drake almost gag again. Tears welling up in the corner of his eyes, and throat convulsing like wild. He got the message. One more time for good measure. The cockatoo's rod almost long enough to push up into his throat on it's own now with how much it had grown, Making Kelm shiver as he was held there for so much longer than usual. When he was pulled back up this time, the boy got right to work on using his tongue. Desperate to not be gagged again.

Tulsi laughed while Gin groaned. Both of the birds clearly enjoying themselves for much, much different reasons as Gin began to let his hips rock back and forth. Eagerly humping into the boy's now hard-working tongue, as that slimy organ wrapped around his hot cock, caressed along its sensitive sides, and lapped at it gently. Coaxing it to it's full, pre-cum dripping length in no time, and clearly pleasing Tulsi as that bird moved in to enjoy a bit of that muzzle for himself. Hands touching against the metal on Kelm's face. Pushing his cock into the boy's maw from the side and groaning loudly as he let it slip right underneath the tongue. Sliding it back and forth between the soft pallet of his lower maw and his wriggling oral organ, while Gin continued to take the top. Mixing pre-cums in the slut's maw now and forcing him to swallow loudly without the luxury of being able to close his mouth. Cheeks burning red and tears still in the corners of his eyes as he tried to focus on just using his tongue. On just getting this over with as fast as possible.

Their hands were all over him. Rubbing and running over his scales from too many angles to keep track of, making him feel awfully claustrophobic from inside the three embraces. Gin's was still on the back of his head, now stroking and caressing his horns and the top of his skull, Tulsi's were on the opposite side of the muzzle he was humping, and Smog's were still fondling, playing with the royal's soft flank slowly. Once taking his time, but now growing impish and impatient as he started to get into this. Horny and more than happy to take it out on the lizard as he drew his hand up and whipped it back down. Treating Kelm to another rough spanking. So much harder than the ones before as his whole body rocked forward, and he yelped like a kicked puppy. Barely able to recover before Smog smacked him again. Adding another two more afterwards for good measure, until his poor cheek was bright red to contrast the green scales around them. The horny dove grinning cockily as he admired his handiwork. Spitting on two fingers and bringing them in without warning, to rub, and tease against his tight little tailhole. Pretty and pink and soon shiny with saliva as he continued to press against the soft entrance. Completely ignoring the half-hard lizard cock dangling right below it, and adding an extra glob of that warm spit-slaver every time it ran out. His own endowments rock hard and ready to rail the whimpering slut. Not yet though. He was keen on teasing much more than that.

At the front again, Gin groaned. His cock was starting to wander deeper into Kelm's hot maw, and it made that once proud noble worry. He could feel it getting close to the back of his throat. At least Tulsi had the courtesy to keep his thrusting shallow and near the front. But it wasn't long until Kelm was gagging on cock again anyways, Gin's prick probing too deep at the cockatoo's own behest this time, and lingering for awfully long before pulling back again. Dripping with the young duke's spit. Kelm's tongue starting to go still as he focused on just trying not to wretch instead, until he was treated to another firm slap on the ass. This time from Tulsi.

"Did I say stop? No? No I didn't? Then don't stop."

Before he even knew what he was doing, the drake let out an apologetic little whimper. More out of instinct than anything, but still a whimper all the same. Making Kelm's gut churn. He couldn't believe he was submitting to this. He was better than that. Prouder than that. But, right now, what choice did he have? He'd get his revenge. He'd absolutely pay them back for this, but right now there wasn't anything he could do but endure it. Another spanking reminded him of his place.

"Tongue. Use your tongue. You're stopping tongue, no stopping. None."

He took a deep breath and got back to work. Trying as hard as he possibly could to please both of the birds at his front at the same time with just one tongue. Aiming most of his affections towards Tulsi, since Gin had the back of his maw all to himself. Soon they were both moaning again, just in time for Kelm to get another spanking. This time from Smog. Just reminding him he was there, as two of his spit-soaked fingers pressed together, and playfully pushed against the boy's tight hole. Threatening to sink in, to take what little pride the boy had left, and with another harsh spanking, doing just that. Kelm squirmed with what little space he could, and whimpered pathetically as Smog's wrist pushed down and his fingers followed. Slowly, agonizingly consistently. Making the young duke's cock spurt against his will, and twitch cutely. While the rest of his body tensed up at the unwanted intruder. Oh god he hated this. It felt wrong. Disgusting. To be debased like this... He couldn't stand it. Smog didn't care though, he just kept pushing those fingers forward. And when he finally reached the knuckle, he pulled back out. Just as slowly.

It couldn't get worse. It just couldn't. Kelm's whole body was shivering at the feeling of those fingers pulling away. Leaving his inner walls twitching and trying to pull back together, only to be stretched out again as Smog pushed back in. More hands touched against him. Not Smog's, and definitely not Gin or Tulsi's either. Then... they must have been Pekoe's. Elegant and slender, and brushing along his side. Just... stroking him? It felt weird. Those hands wandered along him until they seemingly grew tired of his side, and dipped downwards instead. Touching his stomach. Gently testing every scale. Pressing against them, petting them, brushing along them. And then roaming farther. Until... Kelm's eyes went wide. One of those hands wrapping along the base of his cock, and slowly rolling along it's length. Pumping back and forth while he was violated from all other fronts. The feeling so unusual he barely even noticed when Smog pulled his fingers out with a wet slurp. He was lucky that his lapping tongue had become almost automatic, or he probably would have forgotten that as well.

While Pekoe kept stroking him though, the rest of the torment went on too. Gin and Tulsi were getting close. Kelm could tell by the way their thrusting was starting to get faster, rougher. More desperate. Gin dipping into the noble's throat again and again now, and filling the room with the soft gurks and gulps of gagging royalty as he just groaned. While those two were approaching their finish though, Smog was only just getting started. Kelm letting loose another whimper of surprise as the dove let his hot, hard cockhead press up against that well-fingered hole. Not even giving the slut time to brace himself before ramming forward. Making the drake's back arch and his eyes shut tight as his back door was broken down. Cock giving another involuntary spurt of pre onto the floor below as his inner walls stretched wide. All while his mouth was still being violated by two different cocks, and while his own was still being pumped back and forth. Still so slowly, compared to everything else. Smog started thrusting. Pulling back and pushing forth. Dragging against the dunk's delicate inner walls and grinding up against his prostate. And that's when Kelm's mind went blank. His senses were all overloaded. Fried. He couldn't stop what was happening so he just let it happen. Tulsi was the one who came first.

His pistoning hips went from thrusting back and forth one second, to puling away the next without even a word spoken as he groaned out, aimed his cock right at the well-used drake's face, and started stroking himself hard and fast. Making maybe five or six full trips from tip to base, before pushing his hips forward, letting his balls draw up, and blowing a hot, gooey load all over Kelm's open snout. Thick, humiliating strings of sticky jizm streaking through the air. Most landing directly in the boy's open maw. Coating his fake velvet lips, pooling in the back of his throat, draping over Gin's cock and giving the horny cockatoo more lube to use as he enjoyed his now private fuck-hole. A few misfired and hit his snout or even the mechanism instead, leaving one or two gooey ropes to dangle from the top of his muzzle embarrassingly, as Gin and smog rocked him back and forth between them now. Fast and rough. Racing to see who'd finish first. It was Gin, of course.

Unlike Tulsi though, the big cockatoo didn't pull back. Not for a second. He slammed his hips forward and made the poor boy wretch as that thick prick slipped as far as it could into his tight throat. Groaning as he dumped spurt, after spurt, after slimy spurt of spunk directly into his stomach. Making Kelm focus all his efforts on just not choking as the bird held him there by the muzzle. So desperate to keep himself together that he didn't even notice when Smog hit his climax. The strong dove ramming his hips forward one last time, and forcing Gin even farther down the boy's throat as he dumped his load right where it belonged. Into the dethroned, debased royal's gut. Cock twitching like wild as it painted the boy's insides a creamy shade of white, and left a gooey mess pooling inside of him as Gin pulled out. Smog following suit a moment later, and letting the used young duke collapse in a heap on the ground. But of course it wasn't done yet.

Pekoe picked up the pace. Clearly intent on making the lizard blow before letting him free. Fingers pumping up and down that twitching prick as fast as they could go, until Kelm couldn't hold it in anymore. Barely even recognizing his climax as his empty mind drifted, and his plump green balls tensed. Wasting their heavy load all over the cold floor in thick spurts as Pekoe watched with interest. Kelm panting and gasping and wheezing by the time he was done, and the peacock seemingly satisfied as he backed away, and joined the other three at admiring the mess they'd made.

The duke was a disgraced mess. Collapsed now that no one was holding him, and laying on his belly with his legs still forcibly spread wide and his tail still raised and connected to his bound arms. Putting his creampie on full shameless display as hot, gooey cum slowly drooled out of his used hole. Dribbling down his balls and onto the already messy floor below. His face was covered in spunk. Draped over his muzzle and some still clinging to the inside of his mouth as he panted for breath. Chest heaving and falling with slow, steady rhythm. Cock laying limp between his legs, with a big, messy puddle of his own essence right beneath it. The once proud noble now laying exhausted in his own cum. Proof that somehow, some way. the filthy slut got off to all this. Tulsi moved forward to shut the boy's mouth. Turning the knob until velvet met velvet and then pulling back again. And retrieving his pants.

"Well. Well that was fun. For everyone, almost. Almost fun for everyone. Right? Right. Of course. Now sleep tight royal. Or tight as you can. Sleeping too. Tomorrow's your first full day here. And if you thought. Thought today was fun..."

"It appears he's already sleeping, Tulsi. That was... expedient."

"Can ya blame em though? After all that I'm about ready for forty winks."

"I think we all are, buddy. That brat was tight. I'm gonna enjoy these next few weeks."

"Likewise. The young highness seems rather interesting. I think I like him."

"Almost makes me heart set we didn't have to give him back."

"Yeah. Almost."