Chapter 1B

Leaving the Crows trussed up on the tables to silently suffer in their punishment for a while longer, the Hawk took the Tiger by the paw and led him down the passage that bore the 'AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY' sign.

"So tell me, Arlin," Toraq said as he loosened and removed his work harness, "Who was it that really got you worked up before you came down to visit?"

The Tiger paused in his pacing, looked over the now skyclad Hawk, and cocked his head to one side, "What do you mean, bird?"

"Oh come now. I scented your arousal when you first walked in on me and the Crows. And that bulge you had... in fact, still have beneath your leathers confirmed it. Surely that wasn't caused by my work on those birds' backsides with my whip."

Arlin felt the insides of his ears heat up again. He dropped his gaze to a spot on the floor in front of him and clasped his paws behind his back, "You are a shrewd judge of character indeed, my friend. Nothing seems to escape your notice."

Toraq strutted over to the mini bar near the entrance to his private kitchen, and bent over to rummage through the wide selection of relaxants that he maintained for himself and his guests, "So who was it? Oh, go ahead and have a seat and make yourself comfortable first."

Arlin pulled off his sleeveless shirt and tossed it aside, then padded over to one of the big soft couches near the fireplace. All the while, he could not keep his eyes off of Toraq's plush, down-covered bottom. The way the Hawk was keeping his tail feathers spread and raised as he worked, and idly swishing his backside back and forth, it was obvious that he was specifically playing and flirting with him in hopes of finally breaking down the Tiger's inhibitions and getting his ass filled with feline meat.

"It's been one fuckuva night," he began, "It seems like everyone wants to play with the Tiger lately."

Toraq stood upright again, holding a bottle of some emerald-colored wine and a pair of medium-sized crystal chalices. He set them down on top of the bar and peered coyly over his shoulder at his friend, "Well, you can't blame them now, eh what? After all, a handsome, powerful, leather clad boog like you? Any girl would be a fool to not want your cock inside of her, even those who would normally lean towards other girls." He turned his attention back to the bar and poured the green wine, filling both chalices half way. "Ah, fuck. Any boy, for that matter would be a fool as well to not want your cock inside of him," he amended.

Arlin sighed and turned to watch the Hawk sashay towards him, feather-clad hips swishing back and forth with each step like a waitress at Up Yours. Toraq never ceased to amaze him with his ability to switch demeanors at will from the stern and powerful dungeon warden to a sultry, seductive, and submissive 'lady'. He had to give the bird credit for his talents. Even for one such as himself, who had only ever engaged in passionate trysts with real girls, he could not deny that this redtail was no less desirable than the likes of Allisson or Amanda, as the stiffness which persisted beneath his leathers attested.

"Thank-you for your kind flattery," he purred, "I was honored to learn that so many desired my company. However, I was also embarrassed to learn that it was not only the girls, but guys that wanted me as well, specifically Everett."

Toraq laughed softly, handed a chalice to Arlin and sat down next to him, crossing one leg over the other, and gently patting the Tiger on the thigh, "Now now, my friend, you make it sound as if that is a bad thing. Having that silly bird lust for your maleness inside him is nothing to be ashamed of. And believe me, boinking his lovely bottom is a most wondrous experience."

Now it was Arlin's turn to laugh. He took a sip of his wine then placed a paw on Toraq's hand, "Yes, you of all people would know best. It's no secret that you two were lovers back when we were in school."

"Guilty as charged." The Hawk took a dainty sip of his drink and smiled sweetly up at the Tiger, "But it was more than just the two of us. It was actually a love triangle, as Rhiana was also involved. Though truth to tell, she served more as a shared pleasure pet between the two of us. But we both loved that girl as much as we loved each other. 'Tis a pity that Everett recently married his sister though."

"Oh? How so? They seem to be a perfect match, and are quite happy together."

Toraq briefly averted his golden eyes from the Tiger's inquisitive gaze, took another sip, and sighed wistfully, "I say that out of jealousy, I must confess. You see, I was seriously considering asking Everett to be my bride or to take me as his. Ah well, such is life and love. It turns out I was a little too slow and Rhiana became his mate instead."

Arlin removed his paw from Toraq's hand and put his arm around him, letting the Hawk rest his feathered head on his shoulder. Without even thinking about it, he gave him a friendly pat and squeeze on the flank as he consoled his childhood friend, "All is not lost, silly bird. You of all people should know good and well that sluts like Everett and Rhiana would have an open marriage. If you really want him, I am sure that Everett would gladly take in another mate."

Toraq looked adoringly up at Arlin and nuzzled his shoulder and neck with his beak, "Surprisingly, I never considered that possibility. Complex marriages have become rather uncommon on our world these days."

"There's no laws against such an arrangement," Arlin reminded him, "After all, in a society where people can be legally bought and sold as slaves and pleasure pets, and where sibling revelry is as normal and accepted as breathing, it would be a gross hypocrisy to make something as benign as polymating a taboo."

The Hawk snuggled closer to the Tiger, his free hand now idly inching towards Arlin's inner thigh, "Ah yes, I will consider approaching Everett and Rhiana about this soon, possibly even tonight when we pay their little night club a visit."

"Atta girl," Arlin purred, giving Toraq an affectionate swat on the flank. "Knowing the three of you, I have no doubt that you will perversevere." He chuckled softly at his own joke, then took another longer pull of his drink, swishing the wine around in his mouth and savoring its sweetness before swallowing.

"Say! This is fantastic stuff," he said, momentarily changing the subject, "What is it?"

Toraq held up his chalice which was still three quarters full, "It's called Dryad's Dream, imported from Arborvale. I bought several bottles from some Spriett trader who had set up temporary shop in the bazarre today. Handsome fellow he was, and another who I wouldn't mind being boinked by. But he didn't seem the type who would do another girly-guy, so I didn't pursue that course of seduction."

Arlin laughed again and snugged the Hawk close to him, "You are just as obsessed with your own aft end as Kennewick is with his, always looking for an excuse to stuff something fulfilling up there. Is there anyone you wouldn't bend over and lift your tail feathers for, you little slut?"

"Well, erm... Let me think... No. No one I can think of at the moment," Toraq flashed a mischievous, tipsy grin up at the Tiger and playfully preened his neck and shoulder with his beak. "And speaking of Kennewick, how is she, er, he and his sister doing these days? It's been too long since they were last sent down to me for discipline on their or Princess Amalie's behalf. I really miss paddling their cute little musky bottoms." He sighed wistfully.

"The twins are sleeping with sore butts tonight," Arlin replied, filling Toraq in on the latest gossip, "Against Tormanin's wishes, Princess Amalie convinced them to go with her to Up Yours and get some stage time."

"Oh, I wish I could have seen that. How did they fare?"

"All I can say is those three danced like professionals. They nearly upstaged Rhiana even, and when I hauled them out of there, their asses were so full of cash capsules and coins, they could barely walk." The Tiger shifted uncomfortably on the couch. The thought of the three tenders and that Secretary Bird cavorting about on the stage, flashing their assets, and working those dance poles renewed the aching erection he had been sporting since before coming down to the dungeon.

This did not escape Toraq's notice. In an effort to help his friend become a little more comfortable, the Hawk slid his hand up the Tiger's thigh, unfastened the clasp on his pants, reached in, and gently grasped his cock, pulling it out so it stood stiff and free from its tight leather prison. He gazed longingly at the hard fleshy shaft and teasingly ran a talon along its underside, causing Arlin to gasp and purr like a kitten.

"You'll have to let me know in advance next time when they are scheduled to perform. Tendertails they may be, but they are most certainly pleasing to the eye."

Arlin gasped again as Toraq continued teasing and stroking his shaft, then he chuckled softly, "Sorry, my friend. I'm afraid you might have to either seduce Everett into letting you borrow the footage from his security cameras, or try to get the kids to put on a private performance for you. This was an unscheduled act tonight, and the Regent was not very happy about his daughter showing off her treasures to a drunken, yiffy crowd."

"Ah yes, Tormanin's obsession with the family's image. I suppose he's never going to understand that a hot young nymph like Amalie could very well boost their approval ratings in the public's eye beyond his wildest imaginations."

Arlin shrugged, "He might eventually. But he was more concerned about the kids' safety. We might be able to maintain a close watch on that part of town, and keep the people in line and whatnot, but we can't keep Amalie and her pets under lock and key around the clock, and her actions could someday attract the attention of slavers or worse. And that is why Kennewick and Katella had to be paddled tonight."

Toraq smiled and sighed wistfully at the thought of the two young Skunks getting their furry bottoms roasted, "Ah, another show I would have loved to see. 'Tis a pity you didn't summon me to be a witness. So then, how many swats did they take this time?"

The Tiger finished his jade wine, closed his eyes, leaned back on the couch and shuddered uncontrollably, guiltily enjoying the magic that the Hawk was working on his maleness with his hand and talons, "Twenty each," he purred, "with Princess Amalie's paddling to be taken and shared between Kennewick and Katella."

"Mmmmm... Did you take them over your lap, or did you have them bend over this time?"

"Kennewick and Katella took their paddling over my lap," Arlin revealed, "then they took Amalie's bent over with their paws on the bench. Tormanin administered his daughter's spanking to them of course, since he's Amalie's father and it was her punishment they were taking."

"Sounds like it was a wonderful show. 'Tis a pity though that the Regent is so old school and subscribes to the belief that a princess is above getting spanked. I would so much love to see her bratness get her lovely regal bottom reddened one of these days, especially if I could be the one to redden her lovely regal bottom."

"You and me both, Buttmaster," Arlin agreed, "All it would take is one good hard session with the paddle for her to understand just how much her girlfriends suffer for her. She would then think twice or more before going off on her little misadventures if she really and truly knew what was in store for her paddlegirls when they got caught."

"Aye, but that is Tormanin's call. There's nothing we can do to change Regency policy in that department," Toraq mused, "At least we can dream, and we do have the twins with their sweet asses to abuse as needed." A devilish gleam flickered in his eyes, "Oh, and we have the lovely Lady Tormanin as well. Thankfully, unlike her daughter, she doesn't accept immunity from the paddle and other physical disciplines. That was a wonderful session I had with her down here late this morning. I'm sure that she had to attend her various social functions on her feet this afternoon. I'll have to tell you all about it later."

Arlin pulled the Hawk onto his lap and smiled down affectionately at him. The Tiger's stiff cock pressed teasingly along the length of the warm, downy crevasse between the bird's nether cheeks, "Damn, but you really are obsessed with pretty bottoms, girl."

Toraq squirmed on Arlin's lap, his own cock stiffening harder with the feel of the Tiger's maleness beneath him, so tantalizingly close to his tight southern star, "No moreso than any other red-blooded Ornith or Furling," he argued, "Well, perhaps a little moreso. But still, in my line of work... well... you know what it's like."

"If you mean those street sentences that I administer to select miscreants at my discretion," Arlin replied, "Then yes, I do understand. I will admit that it is one of my favorite benefits of being a Street Hunter."

"And your other task as well?" Toraq prodded, "You know, that delightful task of paddling Amalie's pets, which I sense is what really has you worked up tonight?"

"What? Truth to tell, I wasn't expecting an Ornith inquisition."

"Heh. Don't you know? Nobody expects an Ornith inquisition. But anyway, you didn't answer my question."

Arlin sighed again and wrapped his arms around the Hawk, running his paws along his inner thighs and up his stomach and breast, "Guilty as charged. There's just something I can't explain about Katella and Kennewick. I know it's not proper for me, but every time I have them over my lap or bent over a table, I just want to take them and..."

Toraq finished the confession for him, "And boink the daylights out of them. I fully understand your feelings, my dear friend, and there is no cause for shame. Those two are definite head turners and unintentional cock teases. And you are not alone. There are many others at the palace, both male and female, who would love to have a night alone with either of them, myself included."

"Both of them, I presume?"

The Hawk laughed melodically, "But of course. Kennewick is every bit a hot piece of tail as his sister. And with the right training, like from Allisson and your sister for example, he could easily become one of the most successful whores the world has ever known, the delight of kings and emperors from here to the farthest reaches of Lockke and beyond."

"You really think so?"

"Believe me, lad. I have a gift for judging a girl's potential value as a pleasure toy, even if that girl is really a boy. In fact, that day that you first delivered them to me for punishment after they were brought in for pickpocketing three years ago, I really wanted to stuff this shaft of mine in them and teach them how to use their assets to earn their keep without turning to crime." He took said shaft between his thighs in his hand, giving it a squeeze and a few strokes.

"Well why didn't you?" Arlin asked. His hands ran back down the Hawk's sides and again along his inner thighs, teasingly avoiding his friend's aching maleness, "After all, for that short time, they belonged to you. You completely owned them while they were in your care. You could have taken them any way you wanted at any time. And don't tell me they were too young then either. I know for a fact that with many slaves, you are more than willing to play with them as young as nine like they were back then."

"I didn't want to overwhelm them so soon. They were pretty frightened when they first found themselves down here. And considering that their crime was fairly minor, I felt it best for the time to just give their bottoms the riding crop and be done with it, none of the other usual pleasures that our more long-term guests get to experience. But, I did orchestrate matters to provide additional future opportunities to sample their sweet assets."

"Ah, you mean arranging for Tormanin to employ them as Amalie's paddlegirls. And after three years, despite them being sent to you on countless occasions, you have still never used their tails to their fullest potential?"

Toraq shook his feathered head and closed his eyes, "Sadly, no. Amalie, as I'm sure you have noticed, has monopolized their time. She almost always has some activity going on that includes the twins. I swear, those three are totally inseparable Kennewick and Katella are for all intents and purposes, the princess's personal pets, despite not having yet experienced my training course."

"Aye," Arlin agreed, "They are totally devoted to her. It will be interesting to see how their relationship develops in a few more years."

"I'm guessing that Kennewick will either end up marrying both of them, or he will marry the princess and Katella will give herself to them as a pet sister for their wedding present."

"You're probably right," Arlin agreed.

"I'm always right," Toraq reminded him, "Now, what about you? You have pretty much admitted that spanking the twins turned you on tonight. And I can understand a straight upright fellow like you wanting to boink a sweet little lass like Katella. But what about Kennewick?"

"What about him?" the Tiger asked, "Of course he would also enjoy boinking Katella, if he understood what fucking was all about and how it was achieved. After all, only an impotent fool would not want to do her."

Toraq laughed heartily, "My dear friend, I don't know whether you are being innocently obtuse, or purposely dodging the question, but let me clarify. What are your feelings for Kennewick? I know that you have never taken a lad before and most likely feel uncomfortable with the thoughts and feelings that course through your body when applying the paddle or your open paw to his girly bottom. But, considering how you refer to him in feminine terms and even treat him as a girl, could it be that there are some repressed fantasies deep within you that you are holding back?"

Arlin was getting perturbed by the Hawk's rather intimate probing of his deepest feelings. Frustrated, he responded in the one way he knew worked best for stress relief. Moments later, Toraq was surprised and shamelessly delighted to find himself held face down over the Tiger's lap. Arlin's left arm was pressed firmly against the bird's lower back, and his left hand had a grip on his ruddy tail feathers, holding them up out of the way to fully expose his plush, shapely bottom. Without hesitation, Arlin's massive paw was rhythmically slamming down hard on his friend's rump while he scolded him as he would one of the twins.

"You, my dear friend presume too much," he growled. The smacks on the bird's ass came hard and fast, with no more than a quarter second's reprieve between strokes. Toraq closed his eyes and relaxed his body, being well conditioned to not struggle unless the one spanking him wished for him to do so. He did gasp sharply whenever Arlin's paw struck the most sensitive area of his rump, the sit spot. But he stoically gave neither a yelp nor a whimper as his friend gave him this surprise, and much appreciated, roasting under his tail feathers

"I refer to Kennewick in the feminine because that is how our princess treats him and dresses him. He accepts that, the Regent accepts that, and I accept that." The pace and intensity of the impromptu spanking increased. A light crimson glow was beginning to show through the creamy white down of the Hawk's aft treasure trail.

The Tiger continued his spanking-punctuated rant, "When I paddle Kennewick and Katella, I do so in accordance with my responsibilities as their designated father figure. It is my duty to guide and discipline them as needed. They understand that and expect such treatment from me when they misbehave. Any arousal I experience during the process, we all understand is simply a pure uncontrollable primal instinct, nothing more." He landed another half dozen swats all over Toraq's ass, and finished with one final strike dead center.