Special Invitation

	A close-beaked groan came from Buzz as he slowly came to. The brown eagle was very foggy headed, mind reeling as he tried to form any coherent thoughts. He tried to open his eyes but all he got was blackness, so he closed them again to try in a moment. Think, think, he had to think. He had been fishing at night again then…then he had been jumped! That’s right. He was knocked out! He would need to report this, whenever he was up to it. Admittedly it was rather trying to just focus enough on waking.
	It was when he tried to yawn that Buzz realized things were wrong. He couldn’t open his beak! Try as he might, he couldn’t open it. Then when he tried to move his hands, they were bound behind his back! That explained the ache in his shoulders though. And his legs! They were bent too, at the knee. He could now feel ropes digging into his upper thighs and ankles. Probably also around his arms, though since they were bound together anyways he could be for sure. Ok, time to panic. The bird breathed heavily through his nostrils, trying to jerk himself free from this imprisonment. At it did was make him sway and creaking some ropes. So he was bound and gagged above the ground? Given his lack of eyesight, he also presumed he was blindfolded. 
	Well, this was a great way to start the day! Where was he and why was he here?! That was what Buzz wanted to know. A chill ran through him. So many possibilities, all of them very bad. All he could do for the time being was wait. Well, that and try to get some moisture in his beak. Whatever they had given him left him feeling dehydrated. Time seemed to stretch forever and yet, no time passed before he heard the sound of a rusty door opening. Try as he might, the brown eagle could only hear the padding and clicks of feet moving towards him. They all seemed to circle around him, Buzz jerking as a hand touched his leg.
	“Look at this one, all ripe for the taking scree-haw.” The voice seemed to echo all around him. Maybe he hadn’t recovered from the drug.
	“Remember, we have to initiate him first, crushy.”
	“Who was to be the first wingo?”
	There was clicking and then hands were running up the back of Buzz’s thighs. He jerked some but the fingers kept combing through his feathers. Then they grabbed his ass, squeezing it. That was the moment the eagle realized he was fully naked! Oh lord, no, not this! But as his cheeks were spread, he jolted when something warm and wet slid over his hidden tailhole. It passed over the entrance a few times, making Buzz squirm in his place until he groaned when it slipped inside of him. His face flushed as he moaned, muted as it was from his beak being bound as that appendage worked him over. A pop came from nearby and the tongue was removed. It was a few moments before a chill was placed against his tailhole, making him jolt again. He knew exactly what that was as a finger pushed inside of his already loosening ass. Fuck, when was the last time he’d taken dick? It had to be years. Those fingers were magical too, a second having been added and stretching his hole so good. A squelching noise came from behind him as well, his to be abuser clearly preparing themselves as well.
	Then there was a stiff rod rooted between his cheeks, easily pushing through his cleft and lightly tapping his tail feather’s base. The avian couldn’t believe this. Just a day ago, or so he assumed a day, he was just enjoying island life. Now here he was, about to be defiled by a bunch of who knew what creatures around him. The feeling of that hard cock running over his tailhole left him with an ache though, a need to be filled. It didn’t help that he was getting hard from this, even if he wasn’t quite a willing participate. Yet, he was relatively surprised when there was fingers on his beak and suddenly he could open it.
	Taking some heavy breaths, he swallow and asked thickly. “W-who are you? What do you wa-want from me?”
	Fingers caressed his beak, under and sides. “You’’ll know if you join us. As for the second, to help us build an island of birds pah.”
	A bird island? Alright. But…”W-why do this then?!”
	“Usually we wait til after the sales pitch for initiation pah. We were too horny now though.” Something large and hard was placed upon his beak. Oh. Another dick. If possible his face flushed even more. Surrounded by other males, the bird was about to get fucked while being watched. The shaft behind him pulled back, the head poised to spread his hole wide open but only pressing for the moment.
	“So what do ya say pah? Want to join?”
	Honestly? Buzz didn’t care. All he said was “Fuck me.” He needed it badly now that it was right there for the taking.
	Immediately there was pressure on his tailhole before he gasped when it broke his barrier. The slight sting of being spread warred with the weird feeling of it, though the male behind him paused at only his head. The brown eagle wasn’t sure if it was for his sake or his abuser’s. He hissed through his beak as it slowly but surely slipped ever deeper into his rear before there was a rough thrust and Buzz let out a warbled moan. 
	“Fuck, Hawkeye’s hawkeye is tight as hell!”
	“Think he’s a virgin, scree-haw?”
	The avian whimpered lowly, nuzzling into the shaft on his beak some as he felt hands trail over his sides and what could be reached of his back. “If he is, he’s a natural hawkeye.”
	As much as the brown eagle wanted to deny the claim to his virginity, he was too busy feeling the pulsing length buried under his tail. Fuck it was so hot. Then he felt the cock on his beak move back. He knew exactly what was coming as a hand gripped his beak and pulled it open at the hinge. Not that Buzz himself was stopping it from happening but the musky taste of dick flooded his senses as it slid into his beak. The hand closed it around the length, his malleable beak easily encircling it. Then, they both began to move. One pumping slowly into his ass and the other his beak.
	Shudders ran through the bound bird, they had barely started and already he was rock solid! It helped that he could feel the large shaft in his ass pushing against his pleasure point. The taste and smell of a dick pushing in and out of his beak helped his libido skyrocket, huffing into pubes he felt whenever they bottomed out and he gagged. If he could have, Buzz would be stroking himself as he pushed back into the thrusts and played with the balls of the one in front. Alas, all he could do was take them both at their own speed.
	Which turned out to be harder and faster, as a set of hands found his hips and another his head. Balls slapped against his own from the full shaft thrusts behind him while they tapped his lower beak as he sucked. The brown eagle moaned at the salty taste of pre leaking onto his tongue, making the one above him gasp and thrust even harder. Fingers tightened in his feathers, making the avian clench on the cock in his ass, causing a grunt and growl behind him. He could “feel” a form lowering over his back and hands running over his chest and stomach, one pinching his nipple as the other dipped into his pubes. Buzz’s cock was throbbing and leaking pre, even more so with the position change repeatedly ramming that point in him.
	Then those magical, wonderful fingers did what he could not. They grabbed the bound bird’s shaft. A deep moan came from him, vibrating the length in his beak and making the one above his head moan and grunt. Pre coated his tongue and throat, salty and musky and oh so pleasant. The brown eagle’s brain malfunctioned when the dick in his ass moved and the hand moved with it. Having both of his biggest areas of pleasure tended to at the same time was beyond words. He was on the edge, from the taste to smell to sound, all he needed was a couple more pumps and he’d be finished.
	Which was why he was surprised when the gasped “Pah!” was uttered and he was forced to hilt the male above him. Thick seed poured down his throat, some splashing his tongue, guzzling it down. The heavenly taste of cum and the thrust to both his inside and cock was too much for Buzz. Moaning around the shaft in his beak, causing a gasp above, the bound bird orgasmed. He couldn’t focus all that well as he went into his blissful state, though he was aware enough to keep swallowing and of the hand stroking him a bit more rapidly before letting him go. The hand returned to his hip, a couple of pumps and a loud cry brought the brown eagle back down some. The length pulsed in his body and hot liquid poured into his gut, making him moan again and get a grunt above this time. He felt every throb as the one in his beak pulled back, letting the tail end of his orgasm fill up the avian’s beak. With a lewd slurp, the one in front pulled out and Buzz heaved for breath. Whatever dryness he had before, well, it wasn’t actually quenched but he damn sure wasn’t going to complain! Swallowing what was left in his beak, he whined when the one behind slowly pulled himself out.
	Now more aware of himself, the bound bird could feel the seed leaking out of his abused tailhole, down his balls. His heated body quivering in the ropes as he feels hands comb over his rump and tail, neck and shoulders. Then they are gone and he’s left to himself for a moment. He is left panting, swallowing to get his throat working once more, about to speak when new fingers ghost over his leg. The brown eagle could practically feel the presence shifting around him to get between his thighs. Then fingers, new and thicker and rougher, dug into his rear and spread him open. Buzz felt the cool air on his heated entrance, making him shiver and clench a bit.
	“Mmmmm, that’s right crushy, show your needy, used tailhole.”
	It wasn’t like the avian could do anything else, given he was tied up, but he did groan a bit and do a bit more winking with his hole. He could hear the soft growls from behind him as someone else came up and lightly stroked his beak.
	“Don’t worry wingo, you’ll enjoy the both of us.”
	There was whispered “why am I last” from one of the others as new cocks were placed upon his beak and ass. The eagle felt as the one on his rear slid between his cheeks a few times, easily coating part of the length before it pushed on his entrance. A slight hiss was issued as the apparently wider shaft speared him, this time no hesitance as it hilted fully in him. His feathers became slicker with swear as he adjusted to the larger girth, panting. Then there were fingers in his beak, gently opening it and Buzz willingly parted his beak again. A dick was placed inside and the bound avian enclosed it. Easily it pushed deeper, making the brown eagle gag on it. Longer than the previous one, though not so wide. It pulled back to just before he would gag again, thankfully.
	“There’s a good crushy.” Fingers lightly spread his rump before sliding up to his hips. Without preamble, the cock slid right back to the head and shoved in to the hilt. The previous seed was a good lube as it jolted the bound bird and surged pleasure through him again. He couldn’t help the moan, making the one above him grunt and begin moving himself. At least this guy had some semblance of restraint as he didn’t force it all down Buzz’s throat immediately. A few slow thrusts before they both started going at him like they hadn’t gotten off in weeks.
	The male above the brown eagle was sliding deeper in with every thrust, bypassing any gagging the bird would have done otherwise. It was rather interesting that even after such a long time, the bound avian was able to take a cock so well. Maybe he was just too much of a natural, like they said earlier. After all, he was tilting his head, rolling his tongue and sucking or blowing air around the length buried in his beak. He could feel the shaft in his throat, huffing the musky pubes that pressed to his nostrils. It was definitely different than the male before him.
	“Wingo’s got a fantastic fucking beak!” The compliment made Buzz’s face burn, clenching down on the dick in his ass. He was remembering how to do that at opportune times, when the male was pushing in or pulling out, sometimes halfway between thrusts. The wet plap of balls slapping his ass was turning the bound eagle on even more. His spent dick was slowly rising back up as he was used by the two above him. He couldn’t help moaning and trying to push into both ends even as he was tied up, a need he hadn’t felt in ages coursing through him.
	“Fuck, crushy!” With that exclamation, the cock buried under his tail hilted and more pulsing was felt as cum was pushed deep into his once more. The deeply satisfied moan came from the brown bird’s chest, clamping down on the shaft buried deep. Though the one in his beak kept going, faster and harder before crying out themselves and pouring their seed into his throat. He couldn’t taste it as it was shoved into his gullet and forcing him to swallow but as they pulled back, he got a decent amount in his beak. Different to before but still the same salty, musky warmth. Even as the two slowly tapered off from their orgasms, Buzz himself was once again rock hard.
	“You were amazing wingo.” With a slurp, the length in his maw was pulled out. Cum leaked out the sides of the bound eagle’s beak, heaving for breath even as he swallowed the creamy treat he was given. The brown bird let out a moan as the male pulled out behind him, feeling as even more cum sloshed out of his abused tailhole. Then hands spread his cheeks and he felt even more flushed than before. What was with this guy and seeing his filled hole? Then fingers dug into the sides of his entrance and pulled, making him shiver in his ropes.
	“Mmmm, looking good crushy.” With that, the hands caressed him one last time before footsteps clacked on the floor below. It sounds like a few pairs. Just how many guys were there? Buzz didn’t know and was caring ever less as his body was used. He couldn’t stop the small groan as fingers lightly stroked over his beak. Hands grabbed at his ass, squeezing the mounds, making the bound avian shudder. This time, there was no playful teasing as the male behind him pushed his dick against his ruined hole and pushed in. The brown eagle groaned and clenched down, moaning at the deeper fill as they hilted. 
	“Oh, fuck, skraaaaw.” Buzz wiggled as well he could hanging there, trying to tease the one behind him into moving more. A shaft was upon his beak again, now, though it ground there. The bound bird was confused for a bit before he understood. A wet warmth enclosed upon the eagle’s own length, making him gasp in surprise. The rather thick cock on his beak was moved and shoved inside, making the unprepared avian gag on it. No mercy was given as the male above him began to rut in earnest, causing Buzz to gag again until he got into the rhythm. Being wider, it was harder to enclose his muzzle around the shaft.
	“Hell yea, scree-haw, take it!” Spittle leaked from the sides of the bound bird’s beak, his body wracked with pleasure. Not only from the rough facial treatment and the male behind him ramming in deep, but also from the jolting shoving him into the warm wetness slipping up and down his own length. There was murmuring in the background, something about not believing someone was sucking or something, Buzz didn’t really pay attention. He was much too busy trying to move in his compromised position. Wanting to push back and shove forward and breathe better. Alas he was tied hanging from the ceiling, so he could only be jolted by his rough abusers. He would be pushed into the mouth below him, making him tighten around the dick in his ass, forcing out a moan and vibrating the cock in his own beak. This…was heavenly.
	It was a shame, really, that his body was giving out. Already his balls drew up close from the mouth around his length. That tongue rolled expertly, sucking and blowing in equal measures. Add on that there was a cock ramming his pleasure spot in his rear, sending waves of electric tingles throughout him and the musky smell of seed and sex and male was tipping him ever closer. It was with a loud, muffled cry Buzz exploded. His cock throbbed in the muzzle below him as he poured his second load into their awaiting mouth. Squeezing upon the length in his poor tailhole caused the owner to gasp and erratically thrust a few times and hilt. A loud cry and the bound bird felt as they orgasmed in his already filled passage.
	The brown eagle couldn’t help the moan, his tongue undulating along the bottom of the dick. Hands gripped his head as the one above pounded a few times and cried out their own end. More cum found it’s way into Buzz’s gullet, making him swallow before it was pulled back to taste. Always slightly different, yet with the same taste of seed all male’s had. They all stayed there a moment, breathing heavily. The bound bird moaned wantonly as his length was leave to the chilly air, a slurp following at the head. Fuck, that was hot too. Next was the male in his rear, who pulled out quickly and suddenly. All the brown eagle could do was gasp as he heard splatting on the ground below. He felt full of seed, it was no wonder a large amount just splashed out. Lastly was the one in his beak. It was slow, marked by many gasps and hisses. Very sensitive male.
	With the clacking of more feet, Buzz waited for the next round. There was more clacking as one stepped forward. Only one? Strange. Then he felt a hand on his lower beak. It caressed there, enticing him to open his muzzle, which he did. Then cool water flowed in, making the bound bird chug a bit and have it leak from the edges of his mouth. As much as he liked the taste of cum, it was hardly a thirst quencher. The brown eagle coughed a few times before licking his beak. There was still seed there, salty and good. Before he could speak, however.
	“So, pah, do you want to join us?”
	What was there to say? He was just used by a bunch of unknown guys. Well, he supposed they were birds since it was an island dedicated to birds. Fuck it.
	“Sign me up.”