Ruined

My collar vibrates. I jump up, fly through the nest to Master’s office and drop to my knees at His talons.

• “Yes Master!”

It’s a few minutes before He acknowledges me. I try to sit patiently, head bowed, only barely able to contain my excitement at the thought of being able to serve Master. Even after all the training it’s hard to be perfectly still when I know Master is about to use me!

• “It’s time for your milking, pet.”
• “Yes Master!”

I sprint to the entryway and grab Master’s wallet in my beak. It’s only a few seconds before I’m back at Master’s talons. He turns to me and takes it, running His other claw through my headfeathers as He does so. His touch sends a shiver through my whole body. I hop onto the bed and lie down, squirming in excitement.

• “Remember this isn’t a reward, pet,” Master says as He tightens the cuffs around my talons. “It’s to keep you healthy and in a good headspace.”
• “Yes Master! I’m sorry Master!” I lie really still and think about other stuff, like the taste of Master or my colouring book or the puzzle Master gave me today or–

Master finishes tightening the bonds on my wings and appears over me. He smiles and runs His claw over my chest. I coo and go limp.

• “But I know it feels good. And since you’ve been a good bird, I won’t make it hurt.” He runs His claws through my feathers. I writhe in pleasure. Master’s touch is the best feeling in the world.

Master pulls His claw away. I open my eyes in time to see Him come back with the blindfold. I shut my eyes really tight. Master chuckles.

• “Good bird.”

Another wave of tingly pleasure runs through my body. Good bird, I’m a good bird, happy bird thoughts…

Now the blindfold is on me and I can feel Master handling my cage. Master says one day I’ll forget what’s even happening when I feel Master’s claw and then I’ll be a really Good Bird because I won’t even know there’s something under the cage that I could want to touch!

Click!

Ahhhh my cage is off and I’m so excited and

• “Cheeeeee!”

Master takes my little bird bits and starts to stroke and it feels amazing. I squirm and buck against Him and chirp and it feels so good and after only a few seconds I’m, I’m–

• “Chi chi chi chi!!!”

I feel that amazing feeling for just a split second before Master takes His claw away. Then I can feel the cup at my tip just in time to catch my little spurts of birdcum. I open wide in preparation as Master lifts the cup up to my beak and tips it over, letting my seed slide down my throat. Good birds clean up after themselves and I’m a good bird!

• “Thank You Master! Thank You for caging me! Thank You for letting me feel Your claw!”
• “You’re very welcome, pet.”

Then click! and my cage is back on after only a few minutes. That’s good because it means Master can spend more time doing important Master things and I can spend more time serving Him! He takes off my blindfold and releases me and I scramble off the bed to throw myself down at His talons.

• “Thank You Master! Thank You for making me Yours! Thank You for keeping me locked up and eager to serve You! Thank You for letting me feel Your claw!”
• “Good bird.”

Master places a talon on me, wide enough to cover my head and back, and pins me to the ground.

• “I exist to serve You Master! There is no greater purpose to my life than serving You! Thank You for making me serve You! Thank You for making me worship You! Thank You for using me!”

Master clenches His talon.

• “Waark!”

I flinch as His talon breaks my skin. I can feel warm blood soaking into my feathers.

• “Good bird.”

Master’s praise washes away the pain and replaces it with the pure joy of service.

• “My body belongs to Master! He will use it as He sees fit! Thank You for using me Master! Thank You for giving my life purpose!”

Master’s grip grows tighter. He presses me harder against the ground. It’s hard to breathe.

• “That’s right, pet. Your purpose is to serve Me. Your purpose is to be used. Such a good toy.”

Suddenly Master’s talon is gone. Gasping, I lift myself up with my wings and crawl to Master. I clean the blood off His talon with my beak.

• “Up.”

Shakily, I rise to my talons. Master’s glorious cock dangles just in front of my beak. I shake and let out a little coo in anticipation. Master’s musk fills my nares and makes my own little birdcock strain against my cage all over again. Then He takes my head in His claws and I open my beak just in time for Him to force His length into me. He hilts Himself into my beak, His length reaching so deep into me that I can feel His tip nearly in my chest. I go limp in Master’s claws. I have no defense against Him. He pushes me further onto His cock, forcing my wide-open beak into His slit until His smell consumes my entire world.

For a moment I feel that perfect, timeless state of submission where this is all I have ever known. Master’s cock in my beak is all I have ever felt. Master’s musk is all I have ever smelled. Master’s pre is all I have ever tasted. I have never been able to breathe. I have never been able to speak. I have never been able to think. This is all I have ever been and all I will ever be and all I could ever want to be because I can’t imagine being anything else.

And then just as suddenly it’s over as Master pulls me off of His cock again, keeping me just a bit too far to taste Him. I look up, beak open wide, and make a desperate little call.

• “Do you feel desperate to serve Me again, pet?”
• “Yes Master! Please let me taste You! Please let me service You! Please fill me with Your seed Master!”
• “Good.”

Master releases my headfeathers and I land in a pile at His talons. He makes His way to His desk and sits down. His talon taps once on the floor. I crawl to my place under Master’s desk and shakily lower myself to His talons. I lap at them as my cock strains against its cage. My new cut stings, reminding me of my place, reminding me that my body belongs to Master. My cage feels even tighter. I whimper. Master does not acknowledge me, other than by lifting His talons to let me clean His pads.