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A loud squawk rang through the house as the bird reached his climax yet again, with the thick rubber ball in his beak doing little to muffle the sudden noise. Heavy whines and grunts followed as his body bucked and shook in the throws of pleasure, with the creeping burn of heavy strain beaten back for a few blissful moments thanks to the rush of potent chemicals inside his brain. He couldn’t move much thanks to the harness holding him in place, with one thick strap dangling from the ceiling and clipping in behind his shoulder blades. It held him nearly standing, even if his legs were shaking too much to aid in any reasonable way. The spreader bar between his ankles gave him some support as well, adding proper posture and something to push and pull against with all his twists. That falconer’s hood covering his eyes only added to his helpless feeling, and even his wing-arms were left bound up at his sides, the wrists clipped tight to the waist of his harness. The hawk’s hips tried to push his tapered cock deeper into the milking attachment with each jerk. His body was running on autopilot as his natural reflexes took over, although that cock sheath was firmly held in place against his groin, leaving nothing but a few wiggling bounces of the heavy implement to add any sort of extra sensation. Nevertheless, that milker sucked up whatever fluid his poor balls and prostate had left to give, sending the somewhat pathetic load down the line leading from the tip and into a small collection jar secured to an end table beside him, topping off a few more drops to the rest of the fluid already swimming inside. He’d lost count of what number this was. His poor brain had turned into mush long ago, but the small whiteboard in the camera frame was keeping a steady count for him. The only thing missing was his beaver friend to add another tally mark, and she was never far away. She’d heard that tell-tale sign of the hawk going over the edge yet again, and even though it cut into her own ‘break’, she made her way into the torture room after a few moments, all while still holding the plate she’d made her sandwich on. “Another one? That was pretty quick,” she teased while walking back into the camera frame, still chewing on a bit of sandwich she had with her. The rest was resting on her plate, with the beaver clearly interrupted in the middle of her meal. She was just as naked as the bird was, and she certainly wasn’t shy about it, happy to tease the viewers with a swing to her wide hips and tail, as well as a gentle shake to her breasts as she circled around the avian. She was also quite short, as a lot of beavers tended to be, with her head only coming up to the avian’s belly and lower chest, even as he slumped down against his restraints to try and recover. The beaver walked past the bound bird and sat the small plate down on the table next to his jar, before leaning in to take a good look at the level. “Hmm…” she spat out nice and slow, while giving the jar a tap to shake the liquid off the inner walls. “Looks about the same as last time. Don’t tell me you’re going dry!” That got a weak squawk and groan from the avian, with only that ceiling strap holding him up by the shoulders and keeping him in frame of the live stream. However, those words sent all the viewers into a comment frenzy, with the chat on the monitor soon racing by with new messages. The beaver turned to the side and uncapped the dry erase marker by the board, adding another tally mark to the avian’s load count before she forgot, bringing it up to 7 so far. Then, with the beaver capping the marker and setting it back down into place, she turned her head toward the monitor, grabbing that nearby mouse with her paw, and scrolling through everything that was popping up. “Yes, he does look really cute when he cums,” she teased with a soft chuckle, before she reached over with her other paw to grab the rest of that sandwich, taking another casual bite while the bird continued to squirm behind her - that milker still on after all. “Just a few drops, huh?” she said in the middle of a chew, reading another comment with a weak nod. “More special sauce needed you reckon? I think the bird’s earned that, don’t you?” A smile cracked her lips as she continued to scroll up, thanking a few donors for their donations, and then scrolling back down to get the latest words of wisdom. “Yeah, I guess I should shut that milker off…” she finally relented, hearing the bird crying out for mercy in the background with his weak and whimpering whines, while his legs quivered from the overstimulation. The beaver pushed off from the table before taking a few steps over toward the bird. With a merciful clunk, her finger found the switch on the milker and shut it off, watching it grind to a halt over the avian’s sore cock for a few more agonizing seconds. That left the bird’s feathers fluffing up from the release of that sensation, leaving just a tight squeeze all around his burning and aching cock. That was quick to fall away too as the otter released that strap holding the machine against his groin, before slowly and carefully slipping the milking toy down his cock, showing off a little shaft, and then slipping it right back up, making the bird cry out in another whimpering squawk at the sensation. A few more teasing repeats, making the avian sing and squawk for both her and the stream, before his cock finally slid completely free from the torture, leaving that tapered tip bouncing in the air as blood still pulsed through that well-used member. “What a pretty little shape, isn’t it?” the beaver teased, sliding her fingers over that slick and glistening shaft, getting another weak squawk from the bound bird for her effort. “Feels really good inside you too, let me tell you! But, that’s reserved for the final load of the night, and we’ve still got so much more to go,” she teased, both to the viewers and the bird, getting a firm ruffle of the avian’s feathers in return. A small chuckle left her lips as her fingers slipped off that member, before sending them up and between her lips, pushing them through with a moan herself. A few quick pumps back and forth left them clean, and she made sure to make the pullout nice and loud as the wet pop rang around the room. “Mmm, tasting a little light. Could certainly use some more secret sauce.” The beaver looked down and reached over with one of her feet, dragging over the just out of frame stepstool, and sliding it in front of the shivering bird. She walked over to the table once again, grabbing a big water bottle with a long, flexible tube extending from the top. With it firmly in her grasp, she took the big step up onto the stool, and used one paw to reach up and unclip the ball gag at the sides of the bird’s beak. With the leather strap free, her fingers grabbed onto the red rubber and pulled back, removing it from the bird’s deep breathing beak. “There we are, good bird,” she said, resting the dripping ball gag over her shoulder, and holding it in place with her chin, as her paws worked to both hold that big squeeze bottle and find the tip of that tube. With the end in her grasp, she reached up, sticking it into the bird’s still open beak, and letting him clench down onto it to hold it in place. “Drink up bird, sounds like you need it,” she said in a soft, motherly tone, before moving both paws to the bottle and giving it a firm squeeze. A jet of milky liquid shot up the tube, splashing against the roof of the bird’s mouth, only for him to chug down the cool and much needed refreshment with a few hearty gulps. “Just remember to breathe,” the beaver continued with a chuckle, letting her fingers release from that bottle to fill it with air once more. She gave the bird a few more moments to fill his lungs as well, before she gave him another squeeze to enjoy. “Ah the special sauce,” she teased, watching the avian shake as his insides were revitalized. “Protein shake, energy powder, a few select added nutrients for cum production, and just a hint of that boner medication for a micro-dose - he’ll be back to cumming buckets in no time!” She paused for another break, and then another squeeze, watching the avian gulp down the last of the fluid, before reaching up and tugging the tube out of his beak. He gasped for breath as his beak was empty for another fleeting moment, only to feel the tap of a paw on the tip, and the beaver saying, “Open.” The bird wasn’t one to disrespect a direct order, so with a small throaty squawk, he opened up his beak and felt that red ball get shoved inside once again, holding his still drooling beak open as the beaver secured it in place once again. With her mission accomplished, she hopped off that step stool and kicked it back over to the side, before putting that bottle back down onto the table as well. “I’ll have to mix up some more for your next reward,” she teased, grinning at the bird, then back at the streaming camera. “So chat,” she continued as she turned to face the monitor and the main camera, “What’s the plan for the next load?” That started more than a few suggestions rolling in as the beaver grabbed the mouse and scrolled up the chat, trying to skim them over and work her way down. Those with Gold names had donated the most, and their suggestions were highlighted, leaving the beaver calling out a few out as she saw them pass by. “Slip the milker back on? Hmm, certainly a possibility. Fuck machine time? His prostate could certainly use some stimulation. Maybe that’s where all the cum is hiding. Pegging? Well, I did get a bit of a break in, but I still need to finish my sandwich…” she teased, reaching over to grab and give one of the last nibbles to that bread, leaving mostly crust behind as she plopped that back down onto her plate. “Just a reminder - the top 10 donators will get a vial of bird seed to do what they wish with! Drink it, splash it on your face, shove it up your ass, whatever, but do share the results!” She chuckled softly to herself as she paged down through the chat, before seeing something caught her eye and made her freeze. “Oh, what’s this?” she said, leaning in to get a closer look as a smile broke across her muzzle. “Yes, I like this one. Thanks for the suggestion RandyAndy!” She scrolled back down to the bottom of the chat to catch up, before taking her paw off the mouse, and turning around to look at the bird. “Well, I’ve had my lunch. It’s time for me to get my dessert with all this cake around!” The bird perked his head up at those words, giving back a curious and muffled squawk at her tone, while his tail feathers gave a quick rustle behind him. He had some idea what she meant, but as the beaver opened up a drawer and pulled out a special avian tapered condom, the beaver girl let an evil chuckle fly out of her lips. Making quite the dramatic showing, she bit into the corner of the condom wrapper right in view of the main camera, tearing the package with an almost feral growl, before spitting out the end and reaching her fingers inside to pull out that bit of latex. She was no stranger to applying these to the bird cock, it being the best way to make sure his loads weren’t wasted, so with a quick push over his tip, and a slow roll down to his girthy base, the avian was locked and loaded, ready for his next round. At least up front he was. Giving a few small squeezes around the now coated avian cock, the beaver reached out to the table and grabbed a bottle of slow drying lube. It was her own formula, which she’d perfected after tons of experimentation, much of which the bird could attest to. She popped open the bottle and laid out a small line along his shaft, before rubbing it in with her free paw, watching the avian jerk and squirm from the sudden sensation on his sore cock, though unable to hold back that whimpering moan leaking out from around his gag. “Mmm, like that, do ya?” she teased, keeping her paw slowly going back and forth as the avian struggled to nod in his squirms. “A little real attention not from a robotic toy, huh? All imperfect and natural, keeping you on your toes.” The avian nodded as his body gave off another shake and feather ruffle, feeling his hips hump up into that new sensation in response. “Well good, but that’s only part one.” With the avian’s cock ready, she bent over to put the bottle of lube down between his legs, though keeping her own ass hidden by her thick tail just to tease all the viewers. When she stood back up, she made her way around the avian’s frame, grabbing onto his tail feathers near the base, and lifting them up in one big wad. She’d secured a small tail cuff around the base of his tail feathers when she was gearing him up, designed for a thin rodent’s tail or something similar, but it wrapped around the base of those long tail feathers surprisingly well. She kept it unclipped from his harness when it wasn’t needed, as the avian did find it a little uncomfortable, but right now she had a need to keep his tail feathers up, and couldn’t guarantee that the bird could do it on his own. So, pushing the wad of feathery fluff up a bit higher, she reached out for that little clip dangling from the restraint, feeling her slick fingers miss the clasp a few times, but soon enough lock it into position against another ring on his harness, forcing those tail feathers to stay up and out of the way. “Mmm, just look at that ass!” she teased, moving out of the way to let the camera from behind get a good view. She let the audience enjoy it while stealing a gander herself, only to rear a paw up and send a hard smack down onto a cheek, making the avian jump and shuffle forward at the heavy hit. “It’s a beauty, isn’t it? Who says a guy’s ass can’t be the object of a girl’s desire? This one is one of the best - prove me wrong, chat!” She shot off a small chuckle at her own words, before thinking for a moment, and then heading off screen. “Mmm, I know I’ve had some trouble with this guy in the past, but I’m willing to give it another go and give you all a good angle. Maybe even some close up shots,” she said, holding up an old phone of hers in her paw as she walked back. “Let’s see if it’ll even connect….” With a wipe of her slick paw into the avian’s tail feathers to try and get most of the lube off, she used her fingers to poke around in some settings, before giving off a squeal of excitement. “Alright, I think it’s connected…” she said, and after looking up at the computer monitor, she spat out another excited squeal as a new video source flashed up on the display. “Yes, it worked this time! Amazing,” she added with a fresh burst of excitement, before turning on the light and slowly slipping the camera down and in between the avian’s spread legs. She adjusted the positioning to get a good shot up and around his balls, taint, and groin, while having the extra bonus that it bounced back some light for the camera behind to use as well. “Think it’s only half charged, so I’ll have to work quick,” she teased again, licking her lips and setting her sights back onto the avian’s rear end in front of her. It was a beauty of a rump, being half toned and half fluffy with downy feathery softness. The avian squirmed back with a soft shake on his toes, standing upright on his own now as his mind had recovered from his last orgasm, but still feeling that need and the burning ache surging through him thanks to the fresh burst of that special sauce flooding into his bloodstream. He gave off a little whine at the extended break, but as a hard slap hit one of his exposed cheeks, he perked right up once again, squawking into his gag as that burn raced through his feathers and flesh. “Man, I should get the stool over and give him a few tail whacks, shouldn’t I?” the beaver contemplated, looking over to the display monitor to judge the chat’s reaction, before shrugging and saying, “Hmm, maybe in a bit. Right now, it’s dessert time!” With one more hungry lick to her lips, and a little feral growl rumbling out of her chest, she was quick to slide up behind the bird, pushing both her paws into his ass cheeks to spread them wide, only to shove her muzzle and lips in between, having her hungry sights set on his pucker. She only had to squat down a little bit to make the height work, and as the bird shot up to his toes at that first kiss over his rim, it was almost at the perfect angle for her. Those lips hit his pucker with a firm slap, only for her tongue to push out and shove right through that clenching ring of muscle. She was no stranger to invading the bird from this end, and his passage had the ingrained history to prove it, but that tongue still had to fight to wiggle inside as the avian clenched in surprise, only to have the beaver grab his hips and pull him back harder against her muzzle. She was ravenous as those surprisingly strong paws pulled at his hips, almost completely sinking down into his plumage, as the avian fluffed out his feathers at the new sensation. A heavy squawk rang into the air, muffled by his gag, but still plenty loud enough to ring the beaver’s eardrums as she worked. Yet, she was focused, moaning in a heavy set tone against the avian’s fluffy cheeks as her muzzle disappeared between them. Those lips ground hard against the bird’s rim, always keeping some constant pressure even as he wiggled and squirmed back and forth, adding a little more with each passing moment she lost herself against him. All the while that tongue prodded and slurped through his pucker and passage, diving in as deep as the beaver could reach, claiming the bird’s hole as her own with each pass. Heavy breathing raced along his exposed muscle whenever she pulled back, cooling off each fresh coating of spit, and leaving a good tingle racing up the bird’s spine time and time again. The beaver was never far away from adding a fresh coating either, letting her tongue slip out and make a few laps around that hole, only to drive back in to make the avian arch and spasm yet again. His caws and cries bounced off the walls of the small room as the waves of pleasure raced through him, shaking his bindings like he hadn’t done for a few loads now, and bringing him back up to a heavy need as his cock bounced and throbbed in front of him. “Mmmph, he has such a good ass…” the beaver said as she pulled back to catch her breath, getting a close up look at how the plumage settled back down during the avian’s short break, only to lean in and give a quick kiss to that open hole once more. “Of course, he’s got quite a good everything else too,” she teased, while her paw slid along his hip, rump cheek, and soon back around to his tail base. She ground a finger up against that well slickened rim, guiding it an inch or two inside for a plunge, before pulling down and applying some pressure to the avian’s clenching hole. That motion slid her finger out of him, but she continued to grind her slick digit down his taint, to the back of his balls, before eventually flicking off the bottom of those nearly empty containers to leave them swaying between his legs. “Mmm, time to combine the action,” she spat back out, grinning as her arm reached out between the avian’s legs, only for her paw to pop back up and grab onto the base of his cock from below. The hawk gave off a hearty groan at that sensation, feeling his cock throbbing to life once more as the paw gave a firm clench. “Let’s see just how long he lasts…” she teased again, adding a slow stroke over that still slick cock, sliding up from near his base to near his tip as she extended her arm fully. That motion left her grinding her arm against the bird’s sack and taint as well, adding even more sensation as she continued with a few repeated motions. “Any guesses, chat?” She was a bit too busy to really take a look at the monitor, so she let them argue as she grabbed another heavy breath, then dove back into her work, kissing and slurping at that rim of flesh with another happy squeal ringing out between the bird’s spread cheeks. The hawk tilted his head back with a heavy moan and throaty squawk, thrusting his groin out into that paw, but feeling the beaver pull him back against her lips soon after, bouncing him back and forth against both sets of pleasure. His cock pulsed and throbbed, racing with a fresh delivery of blood, containing everything it needed to make sure he stayed hard and had the energy to keep going. Under his hood he clenched his eyes tight, biting hard into that ball gag to leave the outline of his beak imprinted in the rubber, only to stop a leg down as a particularly hard rush shot through him. His tail feathers tried to fan out while the tail restraint held them together, adding a sharp bit of strain to the pleasure-dripping bird, though that only heightening everything in contrast. His breathing came sharp and quick, his mind racing with yet another surge, as it became hard to do anything other than just shake and endure the assault. The beaver had quite the tongue on her, and the avian could attest to that in more ways than one, so it had no trouble hitting all the best spots around and inside the rim as she worked. She knew what made him jerk and squawk, and she made sure to hit all those points time and time again, with just enough for him to recover in between, before assaulting him yet again. She kept pressure on that rim, sucking and pulling at it with her lips, leaving wet pops and drooling muffled groans ringing out from between his cheeks. The viewers got a good look at that spit dribbling down the avian’s taint, dripping over the beaver’s chin and chest, with it all making a good mess for the camera below to capture. “Mmmph, such a good bird…” she said, taking another quick breathing break, and focusing more on her paw now, which had just been holding onto his cock base for the most part. She started slow, sliding up from the base to the tip, then slipping back down, trying to keep her grip constant over the ever-changing size. “Gonna cum a lot for me? Make me proud? Show off what a little personal attention does to a guy like you?” The avian nodded and whined, tilting his head back yet again and looking to the sky, as his chest heaved and his hips pumped a bit more, eager for more sensation around his cock. His rim was drying fast, leaving a cool rush tingling his tail feathers into a twitch, only adding to the rush his brain was trying to process now. “Mmm, I feel it, chat,” the beaver said with a strong huff to her voice. “This one’s going to be a big one! He's been building it up. He’s been saving it for me…” With a grin, the beaver took one last big breath and dove in for the kill, keeping her paw steady and pumping up and down his shaft, all while her lips and tongue hit their mark yet again, slurping around and over that wet ring of sensitive flesh. The avian squawked out again, body tensing up and shaking in his restraints, struggling for breath through his gag as the poor bird was brought up to the edge, then back down as the beaver slowed her strokes and slurps, only to pick it up again. Wave after wave kept him rocking on his tippy toes, with his mind melting out of his ear holes, caring about nothing more than that release that was so close and yet so far. The beaver pushed him on more and more, getting closer and closer every time as her pumps got faster, and her suckles of his rim got firmer. Feeling himself go dizzy, the avian struggled to stand up, legs shivering and shaking with his head hung forward, drooling out almost as much spit from his beak as the pre ballooning the tip of his condom. Then, with one final big push from the beaver, the avian went over the edge. Another loud squawked rang deep into the beaver’s ears and peaked the microphones on the stream, causing anyone with headphones to wince along with the distressed bird. His hips pushed up and into that paw, having the beaver’s tight squeeze to rock against as she kept her grip steady, with his tip just barely sliding past her open fingers. Jerk after jerk of his hips pumped out that barely reformed load into the condom, not being any record setter by any stretch, but it was more than the avian had given in the past few orgasms for sure. It was enough to leave that inflated tip sagging over the end of the beaver’s fingers as the avian’s bucks slowed, and the beaver’s strokes picked up the pace, milking the last drops out of him. “Mmm, good boy…” she said as she pulled back, gasping for air herself, and giving one last kiss to that clenching and winking pucker she’d been making out with. “And fuck… got me going too…” she teased. She reached down her other paw between her legs to give her own slit a soft rub, before slipping away and showing off her fingers to the camera down below, pulling apart the strands of slickness that clung over her fingers to prove it. “I might have to join him for his next round,” she added, breathing deep to herself with another gentle shiver, before finally letting go of his cock and letting it bounce under its own weight. She slipped back a little more and gave that rear end one final slap, wiping her fingers off on his thigh feathers after with a slow slide down against it. It sent the bird shaking again as the beaver grinned, only to slip around his side when her digits were clean, eager to get a look at his condom. “How’d he do?” In a moment she had her answer, looking over that still bouncing cock, throbbing in time with his heart beat, and that small bubble tip stretched out with some fluid. “Hmm, not bad, not bad…” she teased, before slipping her fingers down to give that member’s midsection a squeeze, forcing out just another little drop from the tip to join the collection, and getting a sore groan from the bird as well. “I say we leave this on for now though…” as she let it drop from her grasp and bob under its own weight again. “I got his butt ready - I think it’s time for some serious prostate pounding, don’t you?” She looked over to the chat with a grin and a little huff, her face still a mess from all the drool, but she slowly wiped off her chin with the back of her paw to try and move her fur back into place. “I’ve just got to wheel out the fuck machine and get it set up. In the meantime, have a quick bid war among yourselves for what toy I’m sticking on there. Highest totals win!” The avian squirmed hard at that, feeling the growing burn in his rear end tingle at the threat, especially as he heard the beaver slide off and make a few metallic clunking noises behind him. He knew that if the chat was in charge, he was getting the horse cock… all 14 inches of it… and more than just his prostate was in danger. But, he wanted to make the beaver proud, and after such a pleasurable release, he was due for some punishment. It’s what he’d signed up for after all, and he had no intention of ever backing out of their deal. He enjoyed it far too much.