Black Bird Bondage Dot Com
The loading bar was quick to flash across the screen, a few quick clicks on it starting the video in all its grainy glory. A black bird seemed to appear out of nowhere, a harsh yellow bulb flaring to life somewhere off screen and illuminating his features. The dark, glittering eyes of the creature seemed to roam around the camera's field, ensuring everything was set up before smiling broadly.
"Welcome, weary BDSM fan. Your being here indicates that you found this site either through a love of bondage, or you have come entirely by accident. I will press strongly that those who've come here by accident..." A smile flit across his beak for a brief moment as he regarded the lens with his black and featureless eyes. "Though I sincerely doubt that might be the case... regardless, welcome to blackbird bondage dot com, home of... well, me. Terrence Black. And no, that's not a stage name. At least, that's what my tax forms tell me!"
The resulting laughter was brief before his features snapped back into passivity, stepping aside and revealing a wicked looking steel chair. Straps seemed to emerge from it in the most unlikely places, a glinting arm coming from the top with a falconry hood hanging down from it. "And this is to be the stage of my... video. There'll be many things happening on this chair tonight, almost all of them will bring me pain." Another smile, though his face seemed wicked as he contemplated the chair with cruel, clear passion. "It's my own design, built by these two hands... and it'll be me who tests it out."
"But now some questions will be roaming through your mind." The crow murmured even as he stepped back into full view of the frame, his smile obvious. "Such as who will be the guest star tonight... that will be clear in a few moments, so just sit back and relax." He slowly started stepping back as invisible hands drew the camera's zoom back out, leaving the spartan room in full view. A simple cot and dresser were the only other features to the room, a cold metal door in the back. It was clear that this was a warehouse somewhere, equally clear was that someone lived here. The black bird finally stood just in front of the chair, his eyes shining with... clear passion, warm delight? No one would know except him, and he wasn't telling.
T-shirt and slacks were quick to be removed from the crow's form, the avian just smiling to himself as he folded them up and set them aside. All that was left was his boxers, decorated with manacles and chains along its cloth surface. Already, the tip of his slender cock was poking out of the hole, visible for just a brief moment before the boxers were removed too, leaving the bird fully exposed.
He was slender without being lean, the lightest definition to his muscles and his toned abs flexed a bit as he stretched out with the clear knowledge he wouldn't be comfortable for a while. His muscles seemed to stretch and twist under his skin as he worked his limbs as loose as possible, not even bothering with the bright pink shaft poking from between his legs.
Finally, his warm-up complete, he gazed sidelong to beside the camera and gave a simple nod before sitting down in the chair. Two assistants emerged into the view of the camera, both of them foxes and perhaps even twins, and strode over to the crow on the chair. Straps and bonds were brought over the crow's chest, stomach, legs, arms and even his neck, the avian quickly giving each bond a testing tug as they were pulled over him. He nodded a few times as each strap passed his inspection, and then gave a significant look at the twin foxes. Both gave broad grins and then dashed off screen, where the lights brightened significantly and showed a ram standing in the corner.
He was tall, there was no doubt about that. The door he stood against was maybe a few inches bigger than he was, leaving no one to doubt that he was massive. His curled horns swept back to either of his head, spackled in patters of gold and tan. White fur hung shaggily from his body, denoting his rather impressive heritage as he stepped forward. What sounded like a high heel in the camera's microphone turned out to just be his hooves and another startling fact was brought to light, showcasing something about the ram previously hidden. Corded muscle strained under his snow white fur, even as his golden eyes looked down at the pitiable black bird strapped in. Terrence just seemed to squirm as he was looked at by the almost predatory ram above him, looking back at the camera.
"This is the guest star for the day. Ewan O'Malley. Almost fresh off the plane from grand old Ireland, and quite the powerful man. You fans of the World's Strongest Man contest will know him well as the winner of the events. But lurking underneath those muscles is something else..." He trailed off, looking up at the ram as both smiled at each other. "The heart of a gay predator, ready to destroy pitiable little crows like myself and break them down, beats within that muscled chest."
The ram broke his long silence as his deep, rumbling tones were breathed just within the camera's range. "Indeed so, laddy... and this ram is gonna break yeh dun until yeh cannah even cry for yer mum." His lips curled back in a smile as his paw gripped the falconry hood above the avian's head. With a yank of both the avian's head and the hood, it was quickly placed over the bird's beak, effectively gagging and blinding him, leaving nothing but touch as his guide.
Another cruel smile from the ram as he locked the hood in place, making sure that the crow truly was bound with just the nostril holes at the top keeping him from suffocating... but that was quickly put to the test as the ram's fingers pushed down over them. A few moments later and the avian was squirming, and then he was bucking as his air supply was quick to run out as the ram just chuckled wickedly. "Ye cannah be serious, laddy. Strugglin' and squirmin' like a wee babe won't do yeh no good..."
Just moments before the bird blacked out, the broad paw lifted, leaving the crow's nostrils open. Deep, powerful inhalations sounded out as the crow regained his breath, whimpering a bit within the hood. Clearly this had an effect on the avian's already rampant arousal, which the camera had no trouble focusing in on. But the gaze was quickly drawn back up as a firm smack sounded out, sounding a lot like a fist to someone's chest. The action was repeated, the avian making another low whimpering noise as the fist drove into his chest. Damp tears seemed to drip from beyond the hood, trickling down the avian's neck and chest as the fist drove in, right at the avian's diaphragm. The most sickening sound, like someone getting the wind knocked out of them was heard as the ram stepped back, letting the avian recover for a little bit.
And still, the avian's erection persisted, even drooling pre down its length in copious amounts. The ram laughed at this, reaching down with two thick fingers that were just as big and thick as the avian's rod, giving the cute length a pinch. The action, as innocuous as it seemed, quickly turned violent as the hand slipped further down, the fingers gripping around the shaft and yanking hard on it. A low whine erupted from beyond the hood as his shaft was tortured by those fingers, yanking the stiff rod this way and that. The pink shaft was quickly turning purple as the blood was cut off from it, leaving the ram just chuckling wickedly. It was clear that both were taking rather undue amounts of enjoyment from this clear torture, even if it was painful for the crow.
"Yer such a simperin' bitch, birdie... yeh cannah really wan' what yeh said on the phone... but my stars, yer keeping a rather stiff dick here... maybe yeh are the pain slut I heard aboot." The ram's fingers went further south, gripping the avian's nutsack. There was a brief moment, where neither of them seemed ready to move... then the fingers tightened down, a loud harsh moan rising from the bird as his nuts were squeezed under those strong fingers. The balls were clenched in that merciless fist, even as they twisted and yanked the sensitive nerves within and almost seeming ready to tear the orbs from the crow's body!
But it was clear the ram had other plans in mind as his paw drew back, clenching in a fist. Most males would've winced sympathetically before the action could even be completed; the fist driving home into the avian's balls as his body lurched. The hooded head looking up to the ceiling by instinct as a loud screech of pain lifted from his throat. The fist pulled back and drove right back again, the broad fist slamming the balls between chair and hand, the avian lurching once again and this time it was clear that the avian was hurt. The ram moved out of the way, letting the camera get a good view of Terrence's bruised balls. Even through the black feathers, there was just the hint of blue signifying a bruise, even as the color quickly darkened to a sick purple.
"Mmn... I think that's enough for yah lad... now tah bring yeh off and get mah pay..." He smirked as his fingers once again closed around that shaft, starting to pump his hand up and down as his other slipped a bit lower. Once those fingers found his tailhole, they speared in, spreading the avian's entrance open with three thick and powerful fingers. Harsh moans rose from the avian as his anus was stretched and abused, his purple shaft tweaked and rubbed by those fingers. And then it seemed it was over as the crow froze in place, his body trembling as hot jets of seed spilled out of his shaft and spilled all over his front.
The ram's fingers withdrew from the avian's body, pulling the hood up and off the crow's face, revealing one twisted by pain and arousal. The avian took several deep breaths, his feathers matted down by the sweat dripping clearly from his brow. He looked up at the ram with an expression of both humility and thanks, even as the white furred powerhouse turned around and strode off camera without so much as looking at the camera.
The crow, however, did. His eyes slowly focused through his pain as he hissed through his beak, trying to bring himself to consciousness. "Th... this has been a black bird bondage dot com production... here's hoping that all you great viewers will tune in next time... take care, everybody..." The stage lights dimmed as the camera focused one last time on the avian's bruised ball sack, before the logo came up; a simple avian's head turned to the side with a lock and key underneath. Various copyright info flashed across the screen before the image froze, finally stopping.