Welcome to day 16 of DDD~! This one features a character you all may recognize, that being Pirate the eagle from {fa:PirateEagle}! In this story, he helps punish a pervert at his favorite bar~!

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Word Count: 2815

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	“Ah, another of those!” Pirate said, placing his shot glass in front of the bartender. It was late in the evening at the Hidden Tap Bar, a small, local saloon where the eagle found himself on the weekends when he was in the mood for a drink; the atmosphere was fairly calm for a bar on a Friday. Many others stood around, chatting to each other and sharing drinks, to the backdrop of an upbeat but slow piano melody being played by someone at the open piano; Pirate himself was just enjoying his conversation with the bartender, a black cat in the average bartender attire, with a white vest and a purple bowtie, currently pouring another glass of a random IPA they had recently added. 

	Pirate was an eagle, with brown feathers all over his body, his forearms and calves being made up of the dark-yellow material that most eagle talons consisted of, with black, claw-like nails on his fingers and toes. His beak was gray, with razor-sharp edges; he had to place a napkin on the lip of the glass to avoid scratching it while he drank. Milky light-brown feathers hung down from his head, resembling a nice head of hair, and long tailfeathers reaching down to his ankles covered the stool he was sitting on from view. His outfit was just a t-shirt and sweats, not needing anything fancy for this place.

	The bartender began polishing a glass as he recounted a tale from a particularly annoying customer he had a few nights ago, Pirate listening intently, enjoying the drink and the warm atmosphere… however, the mood was soon significantly worsened, as he felt a paw rub against his ass; that exact same annoying customer the bartender was talking about chuckled to himself as he walked past. Pirate turned his head and took a quick look - the pervert was a grey wolf, about 5’10, with an annoying smirk on his face and a big bulge in his jeans. It was clearly on purpose; the eagle could tell by the dumb, cocky grin on his face. 

	“Is that the customer you were just talkin’ about?” He asked the bartender, downing the rest of his drink and standing up, pushing his stool in. 

	The bartender sighed. “Seems like it. He’s been harassing customers for weeks; we make him leave every time, but he just keeps coming back. Really wish we had a more permanent solution.”

	“Don’t ya worry about that.” Pirate smiled, sinister thoughts entering his head. “I’ll make sure ya never have to concern yerself with him again.”

	The bartender tilted his head, a bit confused, as the eagle walked over to the wolf and tapped him on the shoulder. The pervert immediately turned around with a smug smile, getting his face in Pirate’s with no concern for invading his space. His voice was grave and deep, having the inflection of a high school bully in a 90s movie. “Huh? What da’ you want, bird breath? Got a problem? You gonna tell me you felt me paw on your ass? Wanna whine about it, loser?” His breath smelled heavily of alcohol; he was clearly extremely drunk, slurring his words and stumbling all over the place. “I’ll do ya one better!” He took his paw and grabbed the bird right in the balls, fondling them with a shit-eating grin.

	Pirate smirked as the bartender sighed, picking up the phone and preparing to call the cops to escort the wolf out, but the eagle had other plans. “Ah, ya got a fancy for my privates, do ya?” He didn’t back up, standing his ground. “Well, two can play at that game.” He wrapped his own hand around the pervert’s crotch, and with his sharp claws, tore a few holes in both his jeans and underwear, poking into them and digging right into the ball sack with a firm, tight grip. “Come on, now, if ya want ta’ have some fun, then I’m game for it. Let’s just do it in private like gentlemen.”

	“W-w-wait, wait!” The wolf’s confidence faded in an instant, grimacing as he felt the claws press against his sensitive nuts, creating small indents in his orbs. “Hold on, I didn’t agree to something like that - you’re hurting me, man!” 

	“Oh, am I? Well, ain’t that just a shame~” He tugged on the balls and pulled the guy towards the men’s bathroom; the wolf followed, too drunk to resist. “Come on, I promise I’ll be gentle with ya, wouldn’t want to damage yer jewels, would I?”

	“H-hey man, I, um, I’m not really feeling this-” The eagle grabbed a bunch of napkins out of a dispenser as he walked past one of the tables, stuffing them into the wolf’s mouth to muffle him.

	“Quiet yerself, pervert - if ya didn’t want to have any fun, then why’d ya go and grab my sack? I think you at least owe me a bit of a good time for that one.” He pushed the bathroom door open and walked the wolf back to a stall; the pervert’s combination of drunkenness, fear, and lust had stopped him from making any effort to resist the eagle’s pull, and his grip was strong. He had a feeling that, if he had just stood his ground, those claws would’ve ripped deeper and taken a prize along with them. 

	Pirate switched from holding him by the balls and instead just grabbed him by the neck, making the wolf jump in surprise, sweating in fear, eyes wide; the eagle opened a stall door, locked it behind him, and finally let go. “Alright, here we are. Now…” The eagle knelt, still smirking, and reached his hands to the wolf’s jeans. “Why don’t we see what yer packing down here~”

	The wolf considered spitting out the napkins and protesting, but after thinking about it for a bit more, he realized he didn’t really have a reason to - he was about to get sucked off by a hot, muscular eagle guy, and all he had to do for it was touch his ass! What reason did he have to stop him? This was perfect; he always knew his methods would work on someone.

	“Oh, almost forgot - let’s get this out of there.” The eagle grabbed the napkins in his mouth and threw them in the toilet; the wolf took a nice, deep breath, feeling relieved.

	“Ah, finally,” he said; his cocky grin soon returned to his face. “Seems like my charms won you over more than I expected!” He laughed, making the eagle even more agitated; it was a cocky, self-righteous laugh, all the worst things to be coming from a drunk pervert. 

	“Yeah, yeah, ya sure did,” he said, pulling his jeans and underwear down in one motion to reveal his cock and balls. Unsurprisingly, the shaft was barely more than two inches, hard and throbbing, and the balls weren’t impressively sized either, just a pathetic pair of testes. Clearly, he kept the whole area shaved, as though he could be getting action at any time - completely delusional, Pirate thought, but it made it easier for him, at least.

	“You better give me a right good blowin’, bird boy! I’m gonna make you suck my big-ass dick till your mouth won’t work anymore!” He laughed again; everything he did made Pirate significantly happier about what he was about to do. “Come on, don’t keep me waitin’!”

	“Yes, yer highness,” he sarcastically retorted as he opened his beak, grabbing the shaft with one hand (he couldn’t really fit both on the pitiful length) and slowly sliding it inside of his beak. 

The edges of that beak scraped the skin of the cock, much to the owner’s distress. “Hey, be careful down there, that hurts!” Though, naturally, Pirate didn’t seem to pay it any mind. He kept going till he met the base of the cock, closing the beak around it and gently running his tongue across the tip; the wolf’s legs immediately began to shake with pleasure - he’d clearly never experienced this before, unsurprisingly. “Ah, yeah, yeah, that’s good~” he said, a red blush going across his snout. 

The edges of the eagle’s beak curved up in a smile as he glanced up at that now wavy smirk; finally, time to wipe it off that asshat’s face. He slowly began to push his beak down into the shaft, right where the base of it met the rest of the wolf’s body. “Ah, ah, hey, that hurts, that hurts!” Pirate let out a muffled chuckle as he pushed the beak further and further in, making an indent on both the top and bottom of the shaft, that beak continued to close, slowly compressing his shaft, flattening the wolf’s length; he still didn’t stop. “Hey! Hey, dumbass bird brain, that’s fuckin’ painful, get your beak outta my c- AAAAAGH!”

The eagle bit down as much as he could, his beak bruising the wolf’s shaft even further. The tips of his beak would soon meet near the middle of the rod, cutting into his skin. The eagle would be surprised to feel a spurt of pre, shoot down his throat, a taste he wasn’t at all unfamiliar with, though, the best part was yet to come. He pulled his head back and yanked as hard as he could, mustering all the force he had. 

The wolf screamed in pain as he saw red, tilting his head back with a guttural cry, tears poking at his eyes. He felt pain running through his entire body; it felt like he was being skinned by a potato peeler on every inch of his limbs, as though his fur was all simultaneously being plucked out. The wolf came as his dick had immediately ripped right off of his body, into Pirate’s mouth; the sound was like paper being torn in half, but a bit more visceral. The meat on his shaft snapped in half as cum sprayed all around.

The eagle laughed to himself, enjoying seeing how easily he’d managed to teach this punk a lesson; he spit the cock out into the toilet behind the wolf, letting it splash into the water and float there. Semen still leaked out of it, of course, drops of the slimy substance floating inside the bowl.. “Ah, not such a big guy anymore, are ya, pervert scumbag? Upset about losing yer little shaft? There’s no need for all that cryin’, it’s not like you were going to be putting it to good use!” He reached a hand over to the toilet’s lever and flushed, watching as the dick swirled and swirled before being sucked right down the drain. “Ah, silly me, did I flush yer tiny cock? It was so small I forgot it was even there!” He laughed; it was hard to hear him through the ringing in his ears, but the wolf understood everything he said, feeling low and degraded, like a worthless pervert. He couldn’t believe it; his cock was really gone! And he had no chance of getting it put back or something, now that the eagle had literally flushed it down the toilet; that flush would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life. 

“M-m-man, j-just please l-let me go h-home, I-I’m sorry,” he stuttered out; he really needed urgent medical care, but he was too ashamed of his penectomy to say it. 

“Oh, I’m not done yet~” He grabbed the wolf’s ball sack, a few little holes poked into it, and strangled them, then snapped his beak down into the left nut. Immediately, it burst open, like a gusher, spraying cum and chunks of his testis all over the place, splattering in Pirate’s mouth, on his shirt, on the floor, some even getting on the stall door. And immediately, he went for the second one, repeating the same process, then ripping his sack off with one hand, throwing it and the churned-up remains of the balls into the toilet. 

The wolf screamed once again, an agonized screech of pure suffering; he felt the beak pierce the ball sack’s skin, then make its way down into the testicle, poking a hole right in the middle and rupturing it completely, churning it, and then repeating the process. He felt a horrible migraine beating against his skull, felt his stomach ache as he felt the desperate need to vomit, panting and huffing fast and hard, his heart beating out of his chest; he almost managed to drown out the sound of the loo, his manhood being flushed down the toilet behind him. 

“Ah, come on, why do ya have to be such a big baby about it? You’ll get over it, just need ta walk it off a bit! I would tell ya to be a man, but, well, I don’t think I can really call ya that anymore, now can I?” He chuckled as the wolf continued screaming, looking down at the huge, hole in his crotch; cum just would not stop pouring out, dripping down his legs and hitting the floor, making a big puddle. He couldn’t believe the pain he was in, it was the most intense thing he’d ever felt in his life; he felt like he was dying.

“Hey, hey, yer screaming’s going to ruin the atmosphere out there! Can’t ya have some common courtesy?” He stood up, grabbed the wolf by the back of the head, and shoved his face into the toilet bowl, immediately flushing, muffling the sound of his cries in the toilet water and degrading him all at the same time. “See, that’s much better! Why don’t ya just stay in there for a second?”

The wolf began to panic; he couldn’t breathe! His snout was pressed deep into the toilet bowl, his lungs already beginning to burn. The pain had him weakened enough as it was. He squirmed and thrashed, trying to hit the eagle off of him, but Pirate stayed firm, keeping his hand concretely on his head and pushing it nice and deep, flushing again, letting the cold water rush past his head without giving him even a bit of air. “Ah, nice and quiet. Are ya drownin’ down there?” He laughed mockingly. “What a pathetic way to die, fitting of a pathetic, dirty pervert. Feels good to put shit like you where shit belongs.” 

And soon enough, the struggling stopped; the wolf felt his vision fade, as did his consciousness. He went limp, head in the toilet bowl, fainting in the most humiliating way anyone could imagine, short of the toilet being a bit dirtier. “Ah, well, that wasn’t quite what I was expecting to do this evenin’, but I can’t complain.” He snickered, rubbing his own bulge just a tad as he walked out of the bathroom. The bar was lively, the music cranked up as well as the sound of the chatter; Pirate looked to the bartender, who beckoned him over. 

	“What’d you do in there?” The bartender asked, pouring Pirate another drink, on the house, as he sat down on the stool. 

	“You wanna hear about it? Let me tell ya, it was a fun time. So I grabbed him by the balls, right? And then…” 

	And for a while, the bartender listened closely, feeling almost disturbed by the content of the story, but far too intrigued to stop the bird; and the two kept their conversation going for hours, the wolf eventually waking up and sneaking out with his tail between his legs, hoping to never see the eagle again. One more annoying pervert taught a lesson, and in such a fun way - that was a win in Pirate’s book. 

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