Take two, and call me in the morning....
#2 of Caging a Bird
In the middle of the night, while Chase slept off his transformation, Jack sneaked in to check up on his prize. He stands, just staring, for the better part of a minute before running a hand down Chase's naked and exposed body, from shoulder to crotch. A gentle finger contacts the sore cloaca, at which point Chase lets out a loud, pained cry and moves his legs to hide and protect his sexual and excretory orifice, but he does not wake.
"Poor baby.... Looks like I went a little overboard." He chides himself, then digs opens a neatly-organized cabinet and selects a tool similar to a narrower turkey baster and a large jar of a wattery, grainy, off-white cream. Filling the baster-like tool, Jack lets a little bit out at the surface of the cloaca, and then slides the tip through the now-slick entry. Painfully slowly, he empties the cream out into Chase's cloaca. The dove lets out another moan, one of a simple relief. Easing Chase's legs apart, Jack puts his face up close to the cloaca and tongues the external cream in. He lingers down at Chase's hole, amazed that Chase was sleeping though all of this. The dove moans and writhes, instinctively pushing back into Jack's face. The experimenter gives a few more licks, then leaves the moaning dove horny and asleep.
Chase wakes up incredibly aroused, with no real explanation for why. He didn't think he should be aroused, not with the cruel sex so recently inflicted on him. He didn't WANT to be aroused. There was a warm numbness inside of him, along with an ache to have something fill him which startled him to full and sober wakefulness. He was straight, for crying out loud! He felt oily or something up in his cloaca, and it extended out between his legs. At least it didn't hurt. He tries to move, but finds himself still strapped down. The imprisonment sets off alarms, and Chase thrashes against them, desperate to be free.
He didn't really care about the noise he made, but after he runs out of steam-he still hadn't recovered much of it from the night before. When he stops in his struggle, Chase gets his first good look at his naked body. Firstly, there was still no signs that he had ever had genitalia of any kind, but second he looked like a teenage boy with well-defined musculature.
Jack enters shortly after Chase stops struggling, perhaps having been waiting for that point. He was in his human form, and carrying a clipboard. "I was wondering when you were going to wake up; it's almost noon." Jack chides him casually, as though the previous night never happened. Looking over the chart and then setting it down, Jack sits on the side of the bed beside the now-cowering dove.
"Get away! I want to go home!" Chase hoarsely begs, pushing away from Jack. Jack just lets out an irritated sigh.
"Calm down. Didn't I show you what happens when you don't listen?" Jack asks, then suddenly forces his mouth against Chase's. The avian lets out a surprised sound, then finds himself automatically parting for the wet muscle. It was still somewhat coarse, but at least he wasn't forcing it in in feline size and thickness.
Despite his previous anger and indignation, Chase doesn't think to pull away for a while, and the thought that runs through Chase's mind which pulls him away was a simple 'oh wait; didn't he rape me last night?' When he does start to struggle, Jack pulls his mouth away and starts to lovingly stroke Chase's exposed side. Jack's hand was nice and warm, which felt nice against Chase's goosebumped skin. Oh, how nice in fact....
No; I don't want this! Chase reminds himself harshly, rolling his side away from Jack's hand. It took Chase a few seconds to fully feel his anger back as what it had been for the crime inflicted on him. It should have been ongoing and automatic. "You raped me! You made me a woman, and you fucking raped me! Don't touch me! Don't you ever fucking touch me!"
"But you're mine. Remember me? Seven-foot lion?" Jack replies, dropping his clipboard on a chair at the foot of the bed and climbing across Chase's body. His legs nudged Chase's apart, and then his lips. Restrained, there was little Chase could do, but he finds that despite his anger his heart flutters at Jack's touch. Jack's lips push away Chase's anger-actually, all of Chase's thoughts. He couldn't concentrate when the lion/man kissed him. His hands try to reach for Jack, but those pesky restraints prevent that. Jack breaks the kiss and starts nibbling on Chase's ear, which causes the dove to draw in a deep breath and arch his back. Jack chuckles, and despite how aroused and submissive Chase now felt a spike of anger shoots through him for a brief minute. Jack chuckles again, and pulls away. "I know it. Your body knows it. You may as well accept it. You're mine."
Jack suddenly snaps his fingers and stands up. "I haven't shown you what it's like when you're good. No wonder you're so defiant still." He starts pulling off his scrubs, giving Chase a little striptease. Despite how sure of himself he was, Chase couldn't look away. Watching Jack strip stirred an ache in his avian hole and made the surface of his skin feel flushed and warm. A build similar to Chase's current one then starts to stretch and grow, replacing Jack's little unassuming one with that tawny god. "Much better." Jack's much bigger, much deeper voice rumbles lazily.
Chase never really got a good look at the weapon which had torn him up the night before. He swallows loudly now that he can. If the sheath were an orifice, Chase would have been throwing a banana down a hallway, and he hadn't been small as a human. The deep red meat was slowly emerging, leaving Chase at a loss for how so much had fit up him. There was a pair of furry lumps the size of baseballs hanging beneath the sheath, which Chase could have spent hours burying his face in....
"Don't hurt me." Chase pleads meekly, his fight all drained out of him. He curls up as much as he can, his legs blocking much of his view of Jack. He saw the Lion move closer, then vanish under his legs. Curious, he starts to spread his legs, then finds a maw clamping around his hips from below. He lets out a startles yelp, but Jack doesn't bite down at all. Instead, his powerful tongue explores the smooth realm between Chase's ass cheeks. The rough sensation of Jack's tongue was as intense as getting sucked right after cumming was, and Chase couldn't take it. Current was pouring up him out of his-wait, why didn't he still hurt from last night? A pass of the side of Jack's tongue makes Chase squirm from the intense tickling sensation, but Jack grabs his thighs and makes him endure it.
"Jack, I'm straight! I'm straight!" Chase finds himself protesting. Jack just sticks the tip of his tongue up Chase's cloaca and lets out a hungry, rumbling purr. Chase thought he would come from it, his protests notwithstanding, but he doesn't. There was some block keeping him unsatisfied, no matter how intense the burning arousal got. His hands ball in to fists and he struggles against his bonds, moaning the whole time with a need that made Jack's dick slide all the way out and get hard as a rock. "Please Jack! Jack oh my god please!"
Smiling around Chase's crotch, Jack rolls his tongue up into a tube, thus hiding the barbs, and sticks it through the ring of Chase's cloaca, and squirts a cheekful of his slimy spit up. Chase's moaning intensifies, and he tries to back his cloaca down on Jack's tongue. Jack backs his face off, letting the air torture Chase further with the breeze before climbing up between Chase's legs and trailing the hooks of his tongue up all the way to Chase's neck. He paused a little by the nipple, and was rewarded by a sharp cry from Chase and the dove pushing himself up off the bed, though his wrists were still bound to the sides of the bed.
Chase was afire with lust and need, his mostly human body begging for sexual satisfaction. Jack's tongue, no matter where it was, knew what to do to rob Chase of the ability to think. He could feel Jack's massive, powerful hands gently moving the avian into a straddle, with something big and warm positioned across his cloaca. One hand was supporting the small of Chase's back, the other exploring his chest digitally. Giant fingers squeeze the shrunken, hardened nipple they find, alternating between soft and rough. Whimpering, Chase grinds down on the dick to no avail. It was pointing the wrong way to go in.
"Jack! Fuck-Jack! Oh god..." He was sure he was going to cum. He had felt the point of no return back when Jack has squirted spit up his hole, but he kept going higher. He felt the need to get off so strongly he was almost crying from it. "Jack, I need it...." He whimpers, but Jack still doesn't change his angle.
"You want it? I thought you were straight." Jack teases, pulling his dick away from Chase's rear.
"No!" Chase screams. He needed it so bad; why? How did he get this hot and bothered? It didn't matter; he was, and he felt like he would die if he didn't get off soon. Tears start to ooze down his cheeks. "Jack, please! Fuck-I need it!"
"You're mine." Jack reminds him in a warm growl, then tenderly licks the tears away, and then puts his mouth up near Chase's. Tensing his groin muscles, Jack brings his dick upright and starts easing it against Chase's hungry cloaca. At the same time, Jack pushes his mouth against Chase's and slowly eases into his cloaca. Chase hungrily accepts both, and pushes himself fully in to each. With the spit and remnants of the cream inside of him, Chase found that Jack's rod slipped in much more smoothly this time around, though it still hurt. He sucks Jack's tongue deep into his mouth and fully impales himself on Jack's lance. All that gentle teasing had set Chase's head on fire, so despite his body being reminded of the pin last night and gagging on a tongue several times the size of his own he had never been so relieves as when, halfway down Jack's shaft, the lion forces the dove all the way down.
Chase opens his mouth and lets out a pained cry, which Jack answers with a deep roar right in it. Sliding down the shaft was all it had taken to set Jack into a frenzy. After his roar, he shoves Chase backwards and follows him down.
With the spit and whatever oily thing Chase felt inside, Jack's brutal thrusts didn't hurt nearly as much as they had. It wouldn't have mattered to Chase, either way; he just needed something inside of him, filling him, making him feel whole.... And Jack was all too happy to oblige. Hot Jack. Jack who knew how to fuck a boy....
Chase moans out, his cloaca aching for each thrust that renews its pain. He was so close, so very close.... His cloaca was soon burning with pain, but he still wanted it, still needed it. His body was again too weak to do anything, but Jack had all the energy in the world. Sensing his pet to limp, Jack wraps his arms around the dove and holds him close while plundering him. Deftly, without even slowing down, Jack undoes the restraints on Chase's wrists. Pausing to shift over, he positions Chase at the edge of the bed and stands next to it, hunched over his prize. The direct thrusts were faster and smoother, hitting Chase equally along his insides rather than stressing a particular point too much. The whole time Jack was fucking him this time, he had thought he couldn't get more bothered. He was moaning loud, but couldn't even moan words out anymore. Feebly, he grips on to Jack's shoulders and gently peppered the lion with kisses along every surface he can reach before flopping back down and nearly crushing his wings.
Jack doesn't seem to show any signs of caring about the kisses, but suddenly he roars and pulls Chase close again. Standing upright, Jack holds Chase up against him and thrusts into him from below. Chase could feel a familiar pulsating inside of him, but much more clearly thanks to the wet inside of him. He stiffens and cries out, the feel of Jack pulsating within him finally enough to push him over the edge.
Chase spasms and cries out, gripping Jack while something sticky starts deep within him and splashes out on Jack's pelvis. Relief like none Chase had ever known washes over him with waves of mind-numbing pleasure. All that was in the world was him, and the beautiful lion-man holding him and impaling him. Another few jets of cum splash out, each one unleashing a powerful, ecstatic throbbing in Chase's brain. It was like being high, and drunk, and laid all at once.
Chase's release, and his orgasmic moans, induce a similar reaction in Jack. He could rape Chase all day, but he had always wanted the avian; seeing him cum turned Jack on in levels he hadn't known about before. He tightens his grip on Chase, a louder roar piercing the air while Jack thrusts in his last handful of times before coating Chase's insides. The thrusts continue until both of them have spilled all their orgasms would allow.
Without pulling out, Jack wordlessly sits on the bed with Chase on his lap, then moves until they're both laying on their sides. Chase was asleep in moments, his new body not yet used to such exertion, and he himself still not used to the strain of riding a lion's tool. Jack just stares into Chase's face, stroking and petting the avian.
When Chase awakes, the first thing he sees is Jack's feline head moving closer to him and kissing him. He wanted nothing else but to kiss back.
The kiss does have to end though, and Chase smiles. He had so many questions, so much he needed to know....
"Jack? Mind if I ask something difficult?" The avian requests meekly, not sure if asking someone a question like the one he had, first and foremost on his mind, was the thing to do when someone had their dick up your ass. Well, cloaca, but Chase didn't know what that was.
"Sure; go ahead." Jack responds, rolling himself on to his back bringing Chase with so they remained chest-to-chest and sexually locked.
"I noticed this a lot before. Why aren't I mad at you? You took away parts of my anatomy I'm rather fond of, and you raped me. Not to mention, you know, you felt me up quite a bit, and I'm straight." The avian was confused; not disappointed, but more confused.
Jack laughs; not the response Chase had in mind. "I wanted you since the first time I saw you perform. When you came here, it was my chance to try to get you. So, we used the 'dove' serum on you. They mate for life, so then all I had to do was mate you, and you really were mine." Jack explains, wrapping his muscular arms around Chase. "We mated, so you're new dove genes attuned themselves to me. You can't help but be in love with me, straight or not. Sneaky, but I don't think you realize how much I wanted you for myself. And, ya know, there's a reason doves are the allegory for peace. And why lions are an allegory for royalty."
The lion's bluntly honest answer and, despite it, his handsy manner with Chase made the dove angry-but not for very long. His new king bends up and kissed him, large hands stroking neatly folded wings.