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Tonight was one of those lucky Friday nights when Loona had plans, meaning Blitzø could have some much needed alone time with his bird.
Blitzø was currently sprawled on the beanbag, stoned and eating cheese puffs while playing Pony Dress Up on his phone. He was trying to pass the time while waiting for Stolas to return home. He'd insisted on taking a solo trip after work—he said he needed to pick up something that was a surprise for Blitzø. He really hoped it was some kinky shit. Or maybe some really good food from that new taco place they were currently obsessed with. Or maybe one of the new Princess Pony figures he'd been gushing about to Stolas.
Whatever it was, he already missed him too much and hoped he'd be back soon.
Blitzø never wanted to seem needy, but he hated being apart from Stolas, even for a few hours.
He heard the jingle of keys in the door, and his tail immediately began wagging. He looked up from his phone to see Stolas meet his gaze and smile brightly as he walked in.
He had a shopping bag with the logo of one of Ozzie's toy shops on it.
Okay, so the surprise was something kinky. Fuck yes.
"Hello, darling! I apologize for taking so long. There were way too many options to choose from, and I wanted to find the perfect one."
"The perfect what?" Blitzo asked with a curious grin as Stolas made his way over and leaned down for a kiss.
"You'll find out very soon," Stolas said, that familiar gleam in his eyes whenever his bird brain was racing with horny and depraved thoughts.
Stolas straddled him on the beanbag, tracing a talon down his chest as he removed his shirt.
He leaned down for a deep kiss—the kind where their tongues explored each other's mouths slowly, savoring each other's taste while feeling those delicate talons touching his body. Stolas' kisses had the slightly sweet, lingering taste of his favorite peach tea.
Blitzø felt his pants being tugged off, followed by his underwear, and then he caressed Stolas' thighs as he stayed straddling him while removing his top. He then slipped his pants off and took his pink, lacy panties, placing them over Blitzø's head and using them as a blindfold. He was surprised how easily he got them over his horns.
The lace fabric was so thin that it wasn't blocking his vision at all.
"I don't want you to look, it would ruin the surprise."
"Kay, but you do realize this fabric is thin enough to easily see through?"
"Is my bottom going to be a brat for me? Or can you behave like a good girl?"
Oh. His bottom? So this was what they were doing. Blitzø was too excited.
Being called a good girl always went straight to his dick, and that's exactly why Stolas did it. Good boy worked too. His dick responded so strongly to praise and he could never hide it.
"Well, shoulda picked thicker panties to use for a blindfold," Blitzø teased.
Stolas got up, walked toward the bathroom, and then returned with the black panties he'd been wearing yesterday.
He placed those over Blitzø's head on top of the other pair. The black fabric was thicker and actually worked as a blindfold. Though, there was just barely enough fabric even there to cover his eyes.
Blitzø almost felt intoxicated by the sweet scent of his musk from those little panties, which had previously been soaked while his bird daydreamed about his horny little fantasies all day at the office.
He was tempted to take them off and press them against his snout so he could properly inhale his scent.
He was so lost in thought that the sudden feeling of cold metal against his cock and balls brought him back to reality. The shock made him squirm slightly.
"Shit! Fuck, that's cold."
"Relax, it'll warm up once I put it on."
It didn't take long for Blitzø to figure out that Stolas was putting a cock cage on him.
The cool metal against his skin gradually began to warm, and he heard that little click as Stolas locked it into place.
"Is that comfortable?"
"It will be until you give me a boner. Then it's gonna hurt like a bitch."
"Well, that is the point. I am confident you'll be able to control yourself. At least for a little while." Stolas giggled, those adorable little hoots escaping him.
Blitzø felt those delicate hands sliding up and down his thighs, spreading his legs apart.
"You know, it took me a while to find the best one. And now that I'm seeing it on you—it's perfect. I'd like to play with this some more very soon. Perhaps have you wear it for the entire day on the job. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Fun for you, because you love making me squirm and suffer, don't you?"
"Don't pretend as if you wouldn't love it. Being my caged pet for the whole day."
Blitzø blushed, he definitely had to admit that would be fucking hot.
"So why are you putting it on me now, huh?"
"Well, we need to try it out. And more importantly, I was thinking about how he always gets so much attention compared to the others."
Blitzø then felt Stolas' hand on his balls, gently massaging one before switching to the other.
"I feel like I've been neglecting these two. Don't you think they deserve some extra love?"
"Mmmmm, yeah. Just be gentle with them."
"I'm not sure I can promise I won't be a little rough, but I won't hurt them. They're full of your precious milk that I need, so I know I must be careful."
Blitzø had to keep himself focused on not trying to get hard, even though he was craving the consequences that would come from it.
Of course, he didn't want gentle, but that was part of the game. He was trying so hard not to get too excited thinking about all the ways he wanted to feel Stolas crush his balls.
Stolas rolled and massaged each side between his thumb and forefinger, occasionally squeezing hard enough to draw a small whimper from him. Blitzø could feel the metal enclosure growing slightly tighter as his cock started to react to the attention Stolas was giving his balls.
"I love how very sensitive they are. The most sensitive part of your whole body, and I don't give them nearly as much attention as I should. I know how good it makes you feel."
Blitzø felt Stolas' warm, wet tongue giving them the gentlest licks before he fully took his balls into his mouth and sucked on them.
Blitzø could feel the uncomfortable pressure of the cage squeezing around his cock as it became increasingly difficult not to get erect from the amazing sensation of having his balls sucked on. Stolas knew exactly how to use that skilled tongue of his to draw out the most pleasure, making him softly moan and squirm. He was always good with that mouth, but over time he learned to do things with that tongue that Blitzø could only explain as some kind of fucking magic.
"If you're going to squirm so much, I'm going to need to restrain you." Stolas paused to say before returning to eagerly sucking.
Blitzø yelped at the feeling of Stolas lightly nipping at the incredibly sensitive skin with his beak.
"Fuck!"
Stolas did it again.
Blitzø unintentionally kicked forward in reaction.
"Hmmm, we definitely need to keep these legs still. I have some new restraints we can test out."
"You got a lot of new stuff, huh? I'm excited to know what else is in that bag."
"Well, it's been quite some time since we've really been able to have fun experimenting with new toys. Not that I don't enjoy our usual go-tos, but I felt it was time to add some new pieces to our collection. Sometimes I just miss the thrill of changing things up."
Blitzø couldn't respond because he felt Stolas suddenly kiss him.
Blitzø felt soft cuffs being wrapped around each of his ankles. He could tell they were attached to one of those leg spreading bars. He couldn't close or move his legs. He then felt his arms being bound above his head, followed by his tail being secured along with them. He was completely stuck in a position where he was vulnerable and spread wide for Stolas to do whatever he pleased with his body.
"Is everything comfortable?"
"Mmmm, yeah. I like these new restraints. The cuffs are really fucking soft. You went all out on this shit, huh?"
"I wanted something nice for you." Stolas softly hooted, and then that warm, wet mouth was taking his balls into it again.
He pulled away to pepper kisses up and down Blitzø's soft inner thighs while one hand cupped his balls, massaging and squeezing them—but squeezing a little harder each time.
The pain from his cock starting to be squeezed by the metal cage hurt so fucking good, but he knew it would become uncomfortable if his erection grew. Unfortunately, controlling himself was becoming fucking impossible.
Blitzø lost track of how long Stolas had been sucking on his balls. It felt too fucking good, and he could let him do this all night.
Stolas couldn't help but go back to nipping him with his beak, making him try to squirm despite being unable to move.
"I love making you squirm, it's so fun to watch."
Stolas continued teasing the fuck out of him, keeping him on edge, always making him anticipate another sharp nip from that beak while he tried to relax and enjoy whatever the fuck magic Stolas was doing with that skilled mouth of his.
He couldn't stop the soft moans escaping his lips as he tried to squirm and buck his hips forward in desperation, his cock aching to be free of the metal gripping it.
"I need you to wait just a moment. There's one thing I need that isn't in this bag."
Blitzø felt Stolas move away and heard his footsteps walk away. A moment later, he heard the refrigerator open, followed by the sound of something being placed into a bowl.
He listened to Stolas' footsteps returning before feeling a hand on his thigh.
Then, suddenly, something freezing cold touched his balls, making him instinctively try to move, squirm and kick—but he couldn't.
"What the fuck, Stols?!"
His brain finally registered that it was ice, and Stolas was rubbing it all around his sensitive sack.
"It's so intriguing how small they become when they're cold." Stolas giggled.
Once the first ice cube had completely melted, Stolas reached into the bowl for another and did it again. This time, he focused more on rubbing it along the underside before circling it around the rim of his entrance.
He continued playing with the ice on his balls, switching between the cold touch and warmth of sucking them. The sensation of going from the chill of the ice to the heat of his mouth felt fucking incredible.
His cock was getting so hard that it fucking hurt being confined for this long. He kept trying to focus.
Control your fucking boner. Relax. Fuck.
The combination of the sudden temperature change and that tongue had him falling apart. It felt too fucking amazing, and he really couldn't focus anymore on stopping himself from getting fully hard.
He whimpered loudly as his cock became painfully hard. The metal bars felt so fucking tight, and he couldn't take it anymore.
"P-please." Blitzø whined, not even realizing the words had actually slipped out of his mouth.
"Not yet. He can wait a little longer. I'm not quite done giving attention to these two."
While Stolas was sucking on his balls, Blitzø gasped at the sudden shock of an ice cube being pushed inside him. Stolas began fingering him with the ice between his middle and forefinger, slowly pumping in and out until it melted.
Blitzø attempted to writhe, squirm and buck his hips. Fucking fuck. He couldn't take much more. Stolas was teasing him so fucking much that he felt intoxicated by it. He needed Stolas now. Needed him to touch his cock. Now.
"Please touch me," Blitzø begged softly. Christ on a fucking stick, did that sound pathetic. But dear fucking Satan, he needed it. Needed him.
"Please be patient."
His hips bucked forward at the sensation of Stolas fingering him with another ice cube, this time pumping in and out faster, and being rougher with the way he sucked on him. Sucking so hard he was felt like his bird was gonna rip his balls right off his fucking body. Stolas knew exactly how much pressure he could use before it became unbearably painful. He knew exactly how far he could push him.
"I need to give them so much attention because it's going to make your warm milk taste so much sweeter," Stolas said softly.
"You abusing my balls isn't gonna make my load any sweeter."
"Abusing? No, my love. It may hurt a bit while I am, hmm, tenderizing them a bit but it's necessary. I need your milk to be perfectly sweet."
He felt that warm tongue teasing his cock through the metal.
"Fuck, don't fucking do that if you're not about to take it off."
"Mmmm, so pent up, aren't you? Starting to snap at me instead of behaving."
"It hurts. Fucking take it off."
Since Blitzø hadn't called red, Stolas knew he didn't really want it off yet. Blitzø wanted to enjoy the pain a little longer—it hurt so fucking good. But his body could only handle so much, and he knew his poor cock couldn't take much more.
The cage didn't allow him to have a full erection, and getting as hard as it would actually allow created so much pressure that it was driving him insane, making him feel drunk with need.
He needed Stolas. That was the only thought he could fully process. The pain was blinding everything else.
"Mmmmm." Blitzø whined, he couldn't even manage to get out actual words.
Everything felt hazy. All he could feel was the pain and pleasure overwhelming him, and it was really all too fucking much.
His balls felt cold as that warm mouth disappeared. It sounded like Stolas stood up, and Blitzø felt his talons on his thigh. Not his delicate hands, but those large bird feet.
Blitzø was already nervous and prepared himself.
He felt Stolas' talons drag up his thigh and whimpered, then cried out at the pain as those sharp talons pinched and pulled at the incredibly sensitive skin of his sack.
Fucking Satan, this was intense.
"Fucking fuck." Blitzø cried.
"You're doing so good for me."
He felt the pressure of Stolas' talons stepping down on his balls. The beanbag beneath him absorbed much of the weight, so Stolas wasn't completely crushing him, but the pressure was still enough to be overwhelming and intense.
Stolas added more pressure. Blitzø wanted him to keep going so badly, pushing him all the way to his limits. But the pain was becoming unbearable. But the more it hurt, the better it felt. It was hard to find the line before letting himself go too far.
"Y-yellow," Blitzø said hesitantly.
Stolas immediately moved his foot off, relieving the pressure.
"Was that too much?"
"Mmmm, a little."
"I'm sorry, my darling. I must have gotten a bit carried away. Would you like to stop?"
"Fuck no. I didn't say red, did I?" Blitzø panted, trying to regain composure. "Suck and kiss them until they feel better. And take these fucking panties off. I want to watch you."
Stolas reached up and removed the panties from covering Blitzø's eyes.
Blitzø blinked as his vision returned, adjusting to the room before his gaze immediately settled on Stolas.
Then he looked down at his poor dick trapped in that cage. The sight of it was so fucking hot to see and made his cock throb, only causing more pressure on it.
There were a few small, beak shaped marks left on the sensitive skin of his balls.
Stolas noticed him looking and gave him a teasing smile before lowering his mouth to them again.
Blitzø exhaled, not being able to have a full erection this entire fucking time was driving him insane.
He watched him sucking which was the hottest fucking sight to see. He kept watching until he noticed Stolas reaching for the key and looking up to meet his gaze. He picked it up and slowly twirled it between his fingers, never once breaking eye contact.
He dragged it up his thigh and he hovered over the lock for a moment.
Fucking finally.
Blitzø's breath caught in anticipation but then Stolas stopped and smiled.
Oh, that smug fucking smile. He was teasing him.
Stolas set the key back down. He placed his hand back on Blitzø's thigh, his talons tightening just slightly as he continued sucking on him.
"The fuck?" Blitzø said. "Pick that fucking key back up and unlock it."
"I was going to, but I have decided I wasn't quite finished yet," Stolas murmured, looking directly up at him before drawing him back into that warm, perfect mouth.
This time, Stolas was so gentle. He lingered, slowly sucking and placing soft kisses against his sore skin, each touch making Blitzø ache for more.
Then Stolas looked up again and their eyes met and Blitzø's cock throbbed. He swallowed hard, he needed to tap out. He really did.
But there was something about being pushed right to the edge, about letting Stolas decide exactly when he'd finally get that release, that made it almost impossible to surrender.
Stolas must have sensed he couldn't last any longer because he watched him reach for the key again.
This time, there was no teasing smile and he slipped the key into the lock. Click.
Blitzø whimpered as the cage finally opened. It felt so fucking good to be free.
For a moment, he could only lay there and breathe.
"You did so well for me," Stolas cooed. "I know that must have been very difficult to last so long. You deserve to choose how you finish, any way you'd like."
"Sit on it," Blitzø breathed. "And go really fucking slow."
Stolas straddled him and slowly lowered himself.
Blitzø watched, his breath catching as the head of his cock pressed against that tight, wet hole.
Stolas paused there, just for a moment. Just long enough to make Blitzø quietly whimper with anticipation.
Then he slowly lowered himself farther, gradually taking him in.
"Oh, fuck, Stols." Blitzø moaned.
The sensation of finally being fully hard, finally free of the cage, finally watching his cock sink deep into that bird puss—it was fucking overwhelming.
That perfect, tight warmth surrounding him made him want to come right away.
"That feels so much better now, doesn't it?"
"Mmmm." Blitzø couldn't even form words, all he could do was feel.
The crushing pressure around his cock was gone, replaced by the slow, steady sensation of Stolas riding his cock.
Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through him.
As Stolas slowly slid up and down his throbbing erection, Blitzø already knew he wouldn't last long. Every time he got so close to that climax, Stolas would slow down even more and keep him right on that edge.
Stolas was too wet. Too tight. Too warm. Too fucking perfect. Fuck.
Stolas caressed his cheek, his touch so tender and gentle. His other hand stroking Blitzø's tail as he slowly moved his hips.
Blitzø closed his eyes just for a moment, simply letting himself sink into the sensation.
Then he opened them again and found Stolas watching him.
"Im surprised you're lasting this long. You have so much more self control than I expected."
"S-shut up."
"You've been such a good girl for me. You deserve to fill Daddy with all of that sweet, warm milk. You're allowed to finally come, my love."
Fuck, that did it.
Blitzø couldn't hold back any longer. His claws dug into Stolas' thighs as the orgasm finally hit him, almost leaving him dizzy from the intensity of it. After being kept so painfully pent up for so long, the release felt fucking overwhelming. He felt like his entire fucking soul had been drained out of him. It had had been a long time since he came that hard.
He watched through half lidded eyes as Stolas slowly slid off him, letting the sticky mess of come drip out of his cloaca onto Blitzø's stomach before leaning down to clean it all up.
"Mmmm, I knew it would taste much sweeter after giving them so much attention." he murmured, looking up at Blitzø as he ran his tongue along his sore balls before turning his attention to his now soft and spent cock.
He finished cleaning up every bit of come with his tongue, removed all the restraints and then they rested on the beanbag for a moment until Stolas eventually shifted to get up. Blitzø was far too blissed out to question why Stolas was suddenly scooping him up. It took him a moment to realize where he was being carried.
"Bath?" he mumbled sleepily.
"Mhm. You deserve to be pampered."
Stolas ran the warm water and poured in some of the lavender scented bubble bath he loved, all while continuing to hold Blitzø like a cradled baby.
He gently lowered Blitzø into the warm water before climbing in with him and settling him comfortably on his lap.
Blitzø struggled to keep his eyes open. The warmth was incredibly relaxing, soothing the parts of him that were beginning to ache from everything they'd done. His balls were gonna be so fucking sore for a few days, but fucking Satan was it worth it.
Stolas washed him slowly and carefully, gently massaging his body while occasionally planting soft kisses against his horns.
Blitzø practically melted against him.
"I hope I wasn't too rough tonight. I know it's been quite some time since we've done anything like that, and I hope—"
"Shhh. Relax, birdie." Blitzø's voice was so sleepy, but there was a satisfied little smile on his face. "I fucking loved that. And once the boys have some time to recover…" He yawned softly before continuing,"I wanna do this again."
Stolas let out a soft, pleased little hoot.
"I am so happy to hear that. Now that we've done a test run with our new toy, I'm looking forward to work on Monday—we can keep you locked up all day."
"Okay, but you've gotta wear the remote control vibrator all day."
"Sounds perfectly fair to me."
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