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Story by PirateEagle

Cy is normally a guy who likes the safer side of life. Doesn’t smoke or drink a lot, maybe eats a little too much, but he has a decent white-collar job and keeps himself out of trouble. Mostly.

It’s too bad he has a “type”. Scumbags. Feathered-trash lowlife criminals, homeless and drug addicted scum who’d shank a guy like him just to take his phone and trade it for a hit...there was something about those kinds of guys that always got him going somehow.. .maybe it was the sheer shame of the thought of a middle-class guy like him submitting to them, or the fact that they almost certainly treat him like just a hole to jizz in, thoughts that always kept him company when he jerked off after a long day in his clean-cut work domicile. When Cy was all done he’d have serious post-nut regret for even thinking about that...but given a few days later, he’d be right back on the ‘net looking for videos of guys like that to fantasise about. He reasoned with himself that he’d never take it too far, after all, he’s not that horny, right…?

Then one night as he was taking a new route home, he was taken through the same bad parts he was always warned about as a kid. The shoddy graffiti-plastered tenements and burned-out projects were a far cry from uptown, and he couldn’t have looked more out of place as he ducked in and out of various alleys and streets to find his way back home.

He was just about to phone up a cab when he saw a guy from across the street making a real commotion. He was a nasty looking Philippine eagle wearing nothing but ripped jeans and a wifebeater that looked like it hadn’t seen a wash since it was bought, bracing the wall and holding a can of Special Brew in his grimy yellow hands as he threw up his guts against a dirty dumpster. He took a casual sip of his cheap lager, washed his beak out, and spat it out onto the street.

To most people, seeing an undignified thing like that would be the last thing to turn them on, but for Cy it was different. It wasn’t long before Cy got those urges seeing such a filthy bird, and he couldn’t help but stare as he felt a familiar stirring inside of him, so lost in his fantasy that his mind slipped for just long enough to proposition the bird. He could’ve gotten any reaction, most likely a kick in the teeth for asking, but somehow all that bird did was smile and tell Cy to follow him home. Already Cy’s mind was filled with conflicting thoughts...was he really going to do this? Follow some guy he barely knows home? A guy who looks like he’d take Cy down within seconds?

But somehow those thoughts were nothing compared to the excitement he was feeling. He’d never gone home with a guy like this before, and as they got to the eagles “home”-a run down shithole that looked like it barely stood-he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Inside the tag plastered, piss stained building Pirate found a shredded sofa for the two to sit down on.

Being so close to the pheagle gave Cy a close whiff of his musk every so often, dirty and strong and filling the decrepit room where they were with his stink. His torn wifebeater had deep grimy sweat stains just as prevalent as the ones on his briefs, already tenting a little and teasing the bird’s cock to Cy. He didn’t know which part he wanted to bury his nose in the most, but just as he was about to decide, the pheagle pulled out something from behind the sofa...a meth pipe.

“I only fuck boys who’re on ice, ya know.” said the pheagle with a nasty little grin on his beak, gesturing the pipe towards Cy “Tend t’ whine too much about how it ‘hurts’ if you ain’t fucked up. If you want this cock, prettyboy, you better smoke up!”

Alarm bells should have been ringing in Cy’s head. Everything was screaming at him to get out and run as fast as he could out of there, but he was too fixated on the pheagle’s tenting in his piss-stained undies, the stink of his musk, the sheer shameful nastiness of it all...it clouded his judgement just enough for him to take the pipe and smoke it. He reasoned that if he just took one hit it’d be enough for him to get some action. His hands shook as he took the pipe into his mouth and heated the bowl, taking in the heavy vapour of whatever it was the pheagle was making him smoke, coughing as it burned his throat and tongue from the sharply acidic taste, then he looked up at the pheagle expectantly.

It only took him a few seconds to realise how badly he fucked up. His moment of clarity arriving far too late as he was suddenly overcome with a drowsy sensation, the room was starting to spin and the sounds echoing off the walls, making the laughter of the bird seem almost demonic. Cy wheezed as his lungs felt tight, his vision awash with red and blurring as the veins in his eyes swelled up. He could only just eek out a simple statement, asking if this was normal, if the effects that were happening was part of the experience...but the way the pheagle looked at him as he collapsed to the floor told him that this was a hot dose, and his stupid ass was easily tricked into smoking it. As he felt into convulsions the bird stripped his reeking undies off and casually spat onto his cock before slamming himself raw into Cy’s rear, immediately pumping away as hard as he could. Cy’s hole wasn’t used to too much action, especially not rough action like this, and with the pheagle slamming his sizable cock in and out, it took a little bit of damage. Cy was far too fucked up to really notice, but he felt the stinging pain enough that he tried to whimper out a plea for mercy. It was not granted, if anything, all that did was force the pheagle to violate Cy’s rear harder, even as a little bit of blood was appearing from the sheer brutality of the way Pirate was fucking him. And with the pheagle frequently trading drugs for some action with a local slutty guy, or taking junkie ass in lieu of them paying him for his meth, by taking Cy raw he was dealing him a little extra surprise as he pumped in his viral load into Cy’s hole, plastering his infected jizz all over the walls of the husky’s scratched insides, almost guaranteeing that he’d come out positive after this. Assuming he survives, at least...Pirate chuckled at the fucked-up mutt foaming at the mouth and starting to go into seizures. He didn’t know if Cy was gonna make it, and he just didn’t care either. That husky was just another stupid mammal fuckhole, one of many who finds themselves in a place like this who’d do anything for a hit...but at least this one had some decent green on him and wasn’t just a broke junkie who thought he got a free hit like the rest of ‘em.

Pirate wiped the mess off his dick with Cy’s tail and left with the husky’s wallet, leaving the ruined mutt to his own troubles as Cy struggled to grasp on to consciousness, only just being able to sense a few things. The last thing Cy heard before passing out was someone mentioning how there was a free piece of pre-lubed ass just lying there, ready to be taken by any guy who wanted a quick fuck, and then it all went black as he finally passed out.

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