Punishment
“...When I hear Master’s command I cease to– CHEEEE…”
	The little bird seizes and shakes as the shock courses through its body. Master releases the button.
“...EEEP! Thank You for punishing me Master!” The words blurt out of its beak instinctively, as if pushed out of it by some unseen force. It lowers its head again. 
“When I hear Master’s command, I cease to exist except to obey Master. Master is my purpose and my obsession. He is…”
	Master chuckles at His bound toy, not that it would know with the hood covering its eyes and earholes. This punishment is turning out to be rather fun to mete out. He idly nurses His growing erection with a claw and lets one of the talons resting on its cage poke through the bars and brush against its back. The chickadee shivers at His touch but manages to keep to its prayer.
Its wings are bound in front of it to the bottom of the cage. Its thigh and ankle cuffs are all tied together, the overall effect being to keep His pet kneeling in a position of worship. The only part of it allowed any significant movement is its head.
Master reaches under His desk and opens the cage.
“...and I have become a good bird.” It raises its head. “Use me! Use me! Use– Chirp!”
Master unhooks its wings and yanks it out of the cage, pressing the little bird’s beak against His slit, His cock smearing precum across its cheek. He lets His chickadee lap at the base of His cock while He rebinds its wings behind its back. His toy now sufficiently helpless, He grabs it by a strap on the back of its hood and forces it onto His cock, enjoying the feeling of its throat clenching around His growing length. His pet dutifully runs its tongue over Master’s birdcock, wrapping around His tip, running along the underside of His shaft, dipping into His slit to taste even more of Him. He leans back and holds it down. Its throat starts to clench harder and more frequently as His toy starts to gag on His cock. Its tongue moves more frantically, attempting to milk Him, as though it has any control over what happens to it. It squirms, involuntarily trying to pull away from Him. 
“Would you like to play a game, pet?” Master smiles. His pet continues to squirm, its jerks getting progressively more frantic.
He pulls His pet not quite off His cock, but far enough that it can breathe through its nares again. Just as it takes its first breath of fresh air, He presses the button again. 
“CHMMMPH!” His toy lets out a muffled chirp, just barely managing to get some air into its lungs through the pain from the half-dozen shockers around its body. 
He forces Himself back into the little bird’s throat, cutting off its air at the same time as He releases the button. The game now established, He releases His toy. It stays there for a time, calm at first, but soon enough He can see it twitching again, resisting the urge to pull itself off of His cock. Its throat clenches around His length. Muffled gags escape its beak. 
“Keep going, pet. You’re doing such a good job.” He gives His pet a reassuring pat on its hood.
Suddenly, it jerks away from His cock, only kept on the tip by His well-placed claw behind its head, its entire body going tense as it takes its first breath–
“MMMMPH!” It cries out in pain between gasps for air, and within a few seconds it manages to push itself back onto His cock.
“Good bird.” He runs His claw down its neck and over its bound wings. It trembles and lets out a muffled sob in between its gagging. Master finds Himself getting closer than He expected and has to suddenly grab hold of His toy and pull it clear off of His cock. 
“Gasp– CHEEEEEEEE!” It frantically pulls against Master’s grip, desperate to take His cock again, as another round of shocks run through it.
Watching His pet thrash and cry out in pain does nothing to help Master come down off the edge, and it’s a half a minute of gasping and agonized chirps and sobbing before He finally releases it. 
The chickadee launches itself onto His cock, planting itself between His legs, pressing itself into His slit. Its throat tightens with sobs and, after some time, gags once again. The longer it spends there, the harder it seems to press itself into His slit, as though hoping to keep itself there forever. Master starts to get close again. His toy tenses up, getting ready to pull itself off Him, and–
“Not this time.” He grabs its hood again as it tries to pull away. 
At first it seems to relax, letting itself be forced into His slit as He approaches an orgasm, maybe thinking this will be over soon. But after a few seconds, its jerks come back, getting increasingly frantic as it runs out of air.
“HMMMMPH?! MMMMPH!”
“Not yet.” He holds it down with both claws, forcing its beak nares-deep into His slit, filling its throat with His cock. It pulls away with all its strength and its throat grips hard around His cock, trying desperately to push it out and make room for it to breathe.
Master rolls His head back and lets out a call as He unleashes into His pet, filling its belly with thick ropes of birdseed. Its struggles start to get weaker. By the time He’s let out His last spurt of shrike cum, it’s gone almost limp in His claws.
“GASP!”
Master’s cock pops out of its beak and slaps against its face. He wipes Himself off on its cheeks and chestfeathers then leans down to whisper to it.
“You did such a good job, pet. You’re becoming a very good bird.” It still can’t hear Him, of course, but He doesn’t want to forget the habit for when it’s allowed to hear again. 
He takes an inflatable gag and fits it in the chickadee’s beak, then straps its beak shut to keep it firmly in there. It starts to regain consciousness now, letting out a quiet moan as the gag swells and fills its beak. He ties its wings to its bound talons, then puts it back in its cage. 
“But your punishment isn’t quite over yet, little bird.” He sets a pattern on the shockers and starts it. As much as He likes punishing His pet more manually, He does actually have work to do, and it needs quite a bit more pain if it’s going to learn anything.
“CHMMMPH!” His toy twitches and cries out as it gets shocked randomly, all over its body. It jerks away from each shock, as though that’ll let it escape its suffering. Master rests His talons on its cage again and turns His attention back to His work.
“Don’t worry, pet. Only a few more hours now…”