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The darkness engulfed him. No, the darkness had already engulfed him long ago, and he was just noticing. Tired and dazed, he opened his eyes and was greeted by an only slightly brighter room. Hard rock made the floor and walls encased around him, explaining the discomfort in his muscles; how long had he been out in such an uncomfortable surface? His entire body ached and he wanted to rub his tired shoulders.

That's when he realized he couldn't move his arms, shackled as they were to the wall. In his shock he turned his neck too fast and strained it just enough to discourage any further attempts. Instead he just hung his head down and watched his largely built frame, covered by a short layer of blue fur, and a question flashed on his head: why was he naked?

A screech distracted him from his self-scanning and he looked up, his eyes narrowing from the bright light coming from the other side of the now open door. For the second he managed to look at it, however, he distinguished a shadow framed by the light.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I figured you would still be asleep," a silky voice reached his ears, strangely enough not feeling as if it was speaking, but as some sort of ghostly whisper. It also didn't sound at all sorry. "How are you feeling today, Sain?"

Sain. As the cloud around his eyes started dissipating, his head could register the things around him more clearly. His name was Sain, that much was obvious, but where he was and who his captor was were things that still managed to elude him.

"You're still confused, I see," the faceless silky voice answered, and a hand caressed Sain's cheek. It was a velvety sensation, yet strangely familiar. It took Sain a moment to realize they were feathers, and his mind instantly thought of his brother, the lovely blue bird that always grumpily looked away when he mentioned how cute he was, but that always blushed whenever a certain yellow drake said the same thing. But unlike his brother's, these feathers were jet black, and their touch sent shivers down his spine that, surprisingly enough, weren't unpleasant. "This might help a bit," he whispered, and without warning pulled Sain into a rough kiss.

Images started flooding Sain's head as soon as that familiar beak pressed against his lips, and the limber tongue rolled around in his mouth like a furious snake. Flashes of the previous night came to his head; an enticing add on a shady website, a meeting in a bar, kissing, a bed, toys, whips, pills, cuffs, and the unmistakable ecstasy that comes in the end hit him all at once until the raven stepped away from him, leaving him with a smile.

"Last night was great," Sain sighed at the memory, and the raven chuckled at his content reaction, seemingly proud of his own skill to make it happen. His hands had darted down towards the wolf's thighs and his fingers were already gently rubbing his length, having stirred by his own indecent reminiscence. The softness of his feathers was exquisite, almost otherworldly, and just from it, Sain let out short gasps of excitement. But the effects of the drugs from the previous night started to die out and the most logical part of his brain forced him to be sensible about his situation. "I should probably go. It's either too late or too early, and I have things to do in the morning."

"You're gonna leave me alone so soon? Meanie," the raven pouted before giving him a shorter kiss that almost convinced him of staying, but that boringly sensitive voice in his head kept telling him to go. "Let's play one more game before you go then," the raven playfully proposed. "I'll let you go if you can remember my name."

At first Sain chuckled back at the idea, but as the seconds turned into minutes he became slowly aware that, no matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn't recall the name of the man in front of him. His head was still too much of a mess, and his memories of their night together were only fragments. It wasn't the first time he took his chances with online guys, so he was no stranger to those who preferred to stay anonymous. For all he knew, this guy could've not even given out his name. And yet he found that surprisingly enticing.

"Of course you can't remember," the raven said, his hands caressing everything, from Sain's muscular chest and abs, all the way down to his needy length, throbbing like crazy at the touch and already wanting release. "I guess you'll be my little personal slave until you do then."

"You know..." Sain started his voice steadily going into more of a whisper, all while a slight shiver traveled down his spine. "I'm not entirely against that idea."

"I bet you don't say such indecent things around your little brother, do you?"

"Don't talk about my brother when we're gonna have sex," Sain groaned and the raven laughed and started kissing down his neck.

At a moment like this, under other circumstances, Sain would already have his arms all around his partner, slowly looking for the way to strip them off their clothing and enjoying their bodies. But with his arms bound as they were, he had absolutely no control over the situation. The one who would decide when, and if he would have a chance to play with the body in front of him was the very same man who was nibbling and kissing down his chest; a man who clearly enjoyed taking his time when playing with his toys, savoring every last impatient grunt he could get out of them.

Sain knew he was in trouble when the sweet touch of his feathers reached his thighs and spread his legs apart, exposing his hardened manhood to the cold air of the dungeon. The raven had already seen it, of course, but Sain couldn't help a blush to form from the hungry expression with which his black eyes glued themselves to it.

"I still can't help but be amazed by it," he kept talking in that smooth tone and held his length again, gently fondling it between his fingers. Sain tried his best to stay quiet, but seeing the raven's head approaching it made a small whimper escape his throat. "Oh, what is it, darling? There's nothing to be embarrassed about; you should be thankful you have such an exquisite body to enjoy," he said, carefully avoiding clarification on who would be enjoying Sain's body the most, and gently licked from the base to the tip.

Sain's body must've still been under the aphrodisiac's effects, because that single lick made him shiver and tremble in excitement all over, and a shaky moan came out of his mouth. Something in his head seemed to click and for a moment he could've sworn the raven's name started with an E, but when his beak gulped in his cockhead, his brain lost hold of whatever memory he may have and simply allowed him to fall on the sheer pleasure.

It wasn't his first time with an avian but he never before had a beak as warm and soft. And it was exhilarating. The hot confines of the raven's throat as he kept going down on his length without a second thought, masterfully taking Sain's manhood in... It was enough to drive a man mad with pleasure, and his soft feathered fingers massaging his balls and teasing his hole weren't helping in the least. He figured he was too tired to scream, but for the short second the raven stepped back to catch his breath Sain almost cried out to him to keep him from stopping; that's when he realized just how badly he needed this man whose name he didn't know. Perhaps an R?

"Boy, I can't. If I keep going we'll stay here all day. I'm addicted to it," the raven whispered just when the thin, delicate tongue made it from the base of Sain's length up to his thick chest again. "Speaking of addiction," he said and, from his back pocket, took a small black bottle.

Just from the sight alone Sain could feel his cock jumping in anticipation, and the next thing he felt was the pull of the shackles that kept him from drowning in the sweet ambrosia that was the aphrodisiac essence that the raven held in his hand when he tried to jump at it.

"Someone's eager to get his hands on this, I see."

"Yes!" Sain panted in a far more excited and needy tone than he had intended, his senses strong enough to take in the exquisite scent coming off the little black trinket. "Give it to me and you can plow me a thousand times over!"

"What, again?" the raven chuckled and popped the little bottle open, getting it close enough to Sain's nose for the enticing scent to properly fill his nostrils, and for the wolf to futilely jump at it again. "Man, you really are a huge slut! Look at you, naked and shackled in a dungeon with a guy you don't know, and all you can think of are your drugs and how many dicks you can take at once."

The raven continued to mock and tease him in that smooth, sultry voice, and Sain couldn't do anything to prove him wrong; his mind was too focused on the bottle, watching as he let it down on the floor next to him. If only he'd been free, Sain could've taken it with his own hands. It was obvious that the raven had been aware, from the very first minute, that with a single sniff at it he would willingly give himself to his expert feathered hands, so the only logical explanation for his continued baiting was that he enjoyed watching Sain squirm.

"Tell me," the raven started and straightened up, his skilled fingers swiftly unbuttoning his shirt and showing his lean build to the wolf, "how bad do you want it?"

"I don't want it," Sain answered as the shirt fell on the ground, and he was no longer sure if he was talking about the substance on the bottle or the slender figure that the avian showed him; the defined arms and the lithe yet marked chest, covered by a layer of soft ebony feathers, seemed delectable. "I need it."

Instead of muttering more words, the raven grinned and tipped the tiny bottle over his body. A thin stream of the liquid fell on his chest and slowly trickled down his body, enticingly approaching his crotch feathers. And from where he was, the smell was already driving Sain towards the edge; his breathing rushed noticeably as his nostrils flared with the exquisite scent exuded by the heavenly nectar, and his eyes shone with the need and desire to have it. The raven saw all of it reflected on his face, of course, and pulled Sain's snout closer to his navel, where his nose practically drowned with the sensual essence of the liquid mixed with the bird's elegant musk. He couldn't help it anymore and licked, and the raven kneeled down for his tongue to reach his chest easily.

For a second, Sain's eyes remained closed, making time for his body to adapt. The raven took the chance to force Sain into another hot, long kiss and the wolf was taken aback by the surprise only for an instant before moaning in it, pushing against the beak to get more of his masculine taste. The aphrodisiac started taking effect in his body again and he felt his heart beating faster and harder, pumping the rich nectar of life that is blood through his entire body. His muscles tensed only slightly and a thin film of sweat started covering them as his body heat started rising, and his cock twitched and throbbed as it got harder, painfully pressing on Sain for attention.

"Fuck me. I need you to fuck me," Sain begged after breaking the kiss and the mysterious raven chuckled in that mysterious voice. But he didn't throw away Sain's request and got back up, unbuckling his belt with deliberately slow movements. Sain noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear when his pants fell on the ground and his own erection stood in front of him, as dark and enticing as his feathers. Sain had seen and taken bigger ones, but it was still a beautiful sight to his dazed eyes. "Please..."

The raven giggled and his hands moved up Sain's legs, caressing his inner thighs, gently rubbing his balls while they moved all the way down, to his butt. Almost as soft as a massage at first, those feathered hands started squeezing harder, and one by one the playful fingers started kneading the flesh around his hungry hole. Sain had to bite his lower lip hard to try and stifle his moans as much as possible, but even then an audible whimper came out of his throat.

"It must be already kicking in," Sain knew he was talking about the aphrodisiacs running through his system because he could feel them kick in as well. His head was a daze of need, focused only on getting off, and yet his body went on to the other end and every single nerve stood in attention, ready to increase even the smallest of sensations they got to almost unbearable levels. It was an unfamiliar feeling from an unfamiliar substance, but Sain's body embraced it wholeheartedly.

The raven's tongue going up his abs and chest brought him back to reality in an intense flare of pleasure exploding through every fiber of his being, crowned by his sharp beak biting on his sensitive nipple and making him scream and grunt in painful ecstasy. Sain's body was in overdrive from whatever was in that little black bottle, and his cock, more than anything else, jumped up and down in excitement, bouncing off both of their bodies for attention.

The cold beak brushed his neck, making him shudder, and he nuzzled against the raven's chest with pleading eyes. One of the raven's feathered hands tenderly rubbed his cheek again and Sain pushed back against it to enjoy his silky touch for as much as he possibly could, and the raven finally pitied him enough to take care of his needs.

The tip of the black cock pressed against the expectant hole and Sain gritted his teeth at the pain that shot up his spine, almost immediately drown out by the sheer pleasure that the ebony length gave him. Inch after inch of the avian's meat forced its way inside him, his hole still loose enough from the previous night to take it in with little problem. His chest heaved noticeably as his breathing rushed and his moans kept getting louder after every intake, and when the raven finally tilted him and he thought he would get a minute of rest, a pair of fingers roughly squeezed and twisted his nipples, pushing an agonizing scream of carnal joy out of his chest.

When the hands receded, Sain could feel two things. The first was the sweat all over his body, coating his flesh underneath the blue fur to show the exertion his body was being pushed into. The second was the hunger with which the raven stared down at his built, submissive frame, growing impatient with his own teasing games. Beyond that moment of clarity, however, he couldn't feel anything else; the drugs went back to take their toll on his body and his blood started to boil with the same sexual urge from before, and guided by that very urge he started grinding against the raven's crotch.

"Fuck, don't do that! You'll get me off too soon," the raven chuckled, but Sain didn't stop. A single look at the crazed expression on his face, the intense thirst, desire and hunger, would've told anyone that he wasn't planning on taking no for an answer.

Sighing in defeat, the raven held Sain's hips and raised them just enough to get a good angle before taking his length out and ramming it back in, tilting the wolf in one go. Sain's eyes shot open and he screamed in euphoria as the raven humped him, his hole expanding with each quick thrust as the bird immediately set his pace. His cock jumped back and forth between them, throbbing furiously as a fountain of fresh, warm pre started dripping and flying around, falling on his cyan crotch until it twitched and shot rope after rope of thick seed all over Sain's abs and chest, leaving the wolf a panting mess.

"What, already?" the raven asked with only slight disappointment and stopped humping Sain, admiring the work of art that his white jizz had made of his torso. "Man, these drugs make you sensitive. I'm not even halfway through!"

"Don't stop, fuck!" Sain whined. "Make me cum again!"

"Oh! Well, look at that; aren't we being extra slutty today?" the raven mocked and resumed his thrusting, eliciting shaky moans from the wolf beneath him. Sain's entire body shuddered with trepidation, his back arching forward and his strong arms straining the shackles holding them back as his hole was worked to extreme sensitivity and his used erection flared for more attention.

Sain's cock twitched again and a second load, as big and hot as the first, shot from it all over his body and face, several strands falling on the raven's slender figure. Panting and moaning at the sight in front of him, the raven continued, picking up speed until his own black cock was a blur disappearing into the confines of Sain's ass, squeezing around him with more strength after every thrust until, with one final powerful ram, he tilted Sain again and filled him to the brim, his jizz starting to seep out of the borders of his ass while the wolf shot for the third time, his massive load landing all over them.

When they finished they both looked down, breathing hard as their bodies dripped with Sain's hot seed; the wolf himself licked some of it off the raven's beak, and smiled contently at the taste, getting a laugh from his partner.

"That wasn't so bad, was it? I mean, not as crazy intense as the stuff we did last night, but still..." "Raven," Sain whispered and got the bird's attention. "That's your name. Raven."

"The name I gave you, at least. It's obviously fake," he said with mirthful laughter and reached for the pocket in his discarded pants, producing a key from it. "But it'll have to do, right?"

And with those words the bird unlocked the shackles and released Sain from his imprisonment. The wolf rubbed his sore wrists and looked up to the raven that still stared at him with hunger in his eyes, until a resigned sigh left his beak.

"Guess you'll be leaving now, right?"

Sain smiled. And then pulled him down.

"I could. I could also stay for a couple more hours."

"That's the spirit, stud," the raven smiled and bit down on his chest again, making Sain want him more and more.