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The chains were heavy on Vavros, the collar around his neck weighed him down so that he was nearly stumbling beneath the weight of the thing. There were other chains on his wrists and hands, making sure that there was nothing he could do to get away as he was hauled into the broad open room filled with rows of tables. The sleek scaled thief had his scaling colored black, the edges darkened with soot which was meant to keep him from being exposed from casual glances. Yet here, all eyes were on him, fixating with enjoyment as a few laughed roughly and pointed at him when he stumbled thanks to the heavy chains around his ankles. He was dwarfed by the soldiers, too small and light bodied to ever be in their ranks, making him shrink back slightly as a few barked mockingly at him.

The pair of gryphons that marched him into the room made him flinch and curl his tail between his legs, trying to make himself appear smaller than he really was while his breathing came in short bursts. The thief could feel his stomach twisting in terror while he glanced to either side, seeing the large bodied dragons with their broad wings flexing slightly. A wingless drake was useless to them, a servant, a slave, which made them more amused that he had been caught scaling one of the treasure towers. It wasn't the first time that he'd been caught in his life as a thief, but this was the first time that he'd been confronted with someone that was as terrifying as the drake perched on the heavy wooden chair regarding him.

The gryphon was barbaric looking, his feathers a deep red color with the tips dyed black so that there was a bloody look to him from his crest to his tail. His beak was a deep orange color, tipped in black so that it looked burnt, set beneath a brilliant pair of mad red eyes that watched him as the young dragon was hauled right into the middle of the room to be presented to him. He was massive, nearly four feet taller than he was and boasted a set of heavy wings that were partially spread along the line of the back. He was massive looking, frightening and primitive, with an alien gleam to his eyes that made Vavros duck his head down and fixated his eyes on the ground instead of meeting the goshawk red ones.

"So, this is the thief." The gryphon rumbled, his voice thick with anger. "I expected someone bigger, but you are barely more than a child."

"I am no child." He answered sullenly, shifting his weight backwards with a bit of a hiss as the chains rattled.

Lord Gyrfalcon. He was a warlord, one of six that lived on the coast in the southern weather when the winter chased them out of their preferred grounds. He was the least terrifying of the batch, one that had been a desperately alluring temptation for any thief. Vavros had let himself be tempted into doing something rash and foolish when he'd seen the fat trains filled with wealth and gold. Tikkas hadn't even come, his younger brother had no idea he had decided to scout out this potential mark, if he had, he was sure the shyer and smaller drake would have tried to talk him out of it. As it was, he was left wondering just how long it would take for his brother to figure out he was never coming home again?

He and his younger brother had spent their lives surviving as thieves. Wingless dragons were the lesser marks of society. There were no jobs for them, at least none that brought about any real measure of wealth or comfort. They were servants and slaves to larger and more powerful species'. Their family had been the same, hard laborers for as long as anyone could remember, but not himself and Tikka. They had both pledged to do whatever it took to make sure they would never be poor or destitute, they had used their slight bodies and small frames to become thieves. No one expected submissive little drakes to do anything more than skulk and shrink back on themselves whimpering as they obeyed their betters. He and Tikkas had actually managed to find wealth, real wealth, in their chosen profession. Until he had gotten greedy and foolish.

"A good thing, I suppose, a child wouldn't be put to death for their crimes, but you are another case entirely." Gyrfalcon commented, his beak clacking loudly. "How dare you try to steal from me? Did you think I was so inept that I couldn't hire guards to protect my interests?"

"I... no sir, I was.." Vavros' mind was running rapidly, trying to latch onto something that would at least save him his execution. "I hadn't thought that, I was only t-testing your security, sometimes a lord will pay me for information about holes in his guards."

"Testing?" The gryphon clacked his beak louder and let out a rough sounding laugh. "Testing? What an idea, and you were only testing as you tried to pry your way into my gold room?"

"I.. y-yes..." Vavros saw the red eyes narrow, felt the gaze pinning him in place, ruthless and uncaring of anything. "I can p-pay you back whatever you want to make amends! I can do whatever you feel fair!"

"I do not need your gold, your head will do." The gryphon clacked his talons on his table. "See that there is an audience when you take his head, I want them to see and know I am not to be trifled with."

"Wait! I can get you women, hens, harem women, just let me find them. I-I can find some of the most attractive-" He stammered, his voice going up in pitch as the terror began to rise up, hearing a few of the soldiers laughing in response to his pleading attempts to reason with the gryphon.

"Women?" The gryphon clacked his beak loudly. "Why should I want females? I have more earthy interests. Stop pleading for your life, take your punishment with dignity, drake. It is more than most of your kind get."

"I.. I can bring you a drake then." Vavros jerked a bit as the pair of guards began to drag him backwards, making him throw his weight forward in an attempt to break away. "A virginal male! You can have him with my compliments!"

"You are not to my tastes." Gyrfalcon responded with a slight hint of amusement ringing in his voice.

"Not me!" Vavros gave his head a shake, feeling the grip of the fingers biting around his upper arms brutally. His mind was rushing so quickly that he was barely thinking through what he was saying, he just stammered out a response. "I have a brother, he's lovely, n-never been with a male, he's pretty."

"You would offer up your own brother to me?" The gryphon spoke with a hint of disdain to him, but the red and black creature leaned forward with some interest. "Is your miserable hide so valuable."

"He is white, pure white, n-nose to tail. He is slight and pretty looking, I promise." He continued on, his cheeks flushing angrily at his own offering to the gryphon, but what else could he do? He didn't want to end up with his head off, not when he could save it. Tikkas would agree!

"Really now?" Gyrfalcon clicked his beak delicately and ruffled up his head feathers so that he looked a bit larger. "And do you think he'd be worthy enough to save your head?"

"Yes!" Vavros swallowed the lump in his throat. "Only let me bring him to you, he will be a jewel for you, I promise..."

The gryphon's eyes brightened, just a hint of interest, but he leapt for it. He didn't care if that meant that his brother was going to end up at the mercy of the beast. All he cared about was that he kept his head. Tikkas would forgive him, after all, it was only going to be a night of humiliation, he'd forget about it in an instant!

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Vavros, I really don't think this is a good idea." Tikkas trembled a little as he followed his older brother through the narrow passage of the war-lords home, his eyes darting around wildly. "We can't just hire ourselves out, someone will kill us! They'll know we're thieves."

"But if we're hired help than we get paid twice." Vavros said, turning his head with a sly grin back towards him. "Trust me, Lord Gyrfalcon has quite an interest in hiring us."

"I don't like it." Tikkas said, his voice quite soft sounding as he watched his brother approach the large towering door.

He didn't like having anything to do with the warlords. They were terrifying creatures with strange tempers and quick to rouse when they were faced with someone who anger them. He didn't like the idea that Vavros had been offering their services to one, but their pickings had been slim as of late and they were starting to dip into their savings heavily enough that there was no denying that something had to change. He just didn't want it to change where they were being hired by a creature that might slaughter them once they had done their job. His brother had been persuasive, assuring him that they could make a tidy fortune as long as they were willing to stretch out their feelers into new positions that paid them actual money. He didn't feel that way.

His stomach was giving small twists as the door swung open and a guard gave them a slight look, not at all amused looking as he shrank back in on himself. He skirted right behind his darker scaled brother and tried to make himself disappear, something he was quite good at when he knew that his brother was so much more impressive than he was. He was smaller by several inches than the larger dragon, his scaling was a pale white that made him blend into the background most of the times and he had nothing that really made him seem a threat. He was too soft and slender, built in a slightly feminine frame rather than his brother's more masculine looking one. It made him remain calm even as they walked into a room that was filled with the presence of the warlord himself.

Tikkas stifled the immediate urge to bolt and hide when he saw the gryphon. The wild creature was thickly feathered with black and red, seated behind a desk with mad red eyes fixated on both of them. Every inch of him was the warrior, deadly and scarred with a bared feathered chest that showed the white feathering of where blades had scared his hide. It made him flinch backwards as his brother approached the desk with a little more self confidence. But Vavros was always confident, his brother didn't know fear, not really, which was why he was nominally in charge of them. Tikkas tried to blend in with the backdrop as those large red eyes slid towards him.

"Sir, it is my pleasure to introduce my brother, Tikkas." Vavros said and gave a jerky little bow. "The one I spoke to you about."

"I had half expected you to run, boy." Lord Gyrfalcon rumbled, the eyes remaining fixated on the white wingless drake. "A pity, my hunters were looking forward to the entertainment."

"I am a man of my word." Vavros answered, bobbing his head with a shaky little twitch. "He came here of his own free will."

"Did you?" The gryphon's eyes widened slightly and Tikkas felt he heat rushing up to flush the line of his muzzle so that his white scales grew a bit pink.

"Y-yes, I am a fine thief, sir, but I have never worked for anyone." He answered after a few moments and felt the words dry on his tongue in the face of the wild looking eyes on him. "My brother said that the money was good."

"Money?" Gyrfalcon looked back towards Vavros and then let out a rumbling laugh, the beak gaping open wide. "You weren't even honest."

Vavros' eyes flashed with an angry flash, the eyes narrowed down slightly as Tikkas watched his brother and then jerked his eyes up towards the gryphon who let out a low rumble. The heat began to pound along his cheeks, flushing further while his brother reached out and caught his arm firmly, curling around the underside so that he was pulled in closer towards the dark side. His sibling wasn't cruel, but he was forceful as the fingers dug down firmly against him while he felt the fingers flexing down so that he couldn't break free without hurting himself. He let out a little noise, jerking backwards before his brother pulled him forward with a squeeze that made him throw his head back to give his sibling a confused look.

"What's going on?" He asked, his voice breaking a little bit as his brother pulled him directly in front, his hand going for the other arm to force it down.,

"You can see that he's not at all like me, he's more girl than boy." Vavros spoke with a persuasive tone. "I promise you, he will not disappoint, he is a professional thief and supple, he can bend however you like."

"What the hell are you going on about?" Tikkas' voice rose up in pitch as his brother used one arm to wrap around him, trying to keep control. The gryphon's eyes were brightening with a bit of interest that wasn't professional.

He didn't know what was going on, only that he hadn't agreed to any of it! He jerked backwards and to one side, the contorting movements building up wildly before one of his brother's hands moved downwards against his shirt. Before he could figure out what he was going for, he felt a sudden yank that opened up the front of his loose shirt. He let out a yelp of shock as his bare chest was exposed, the silvery white scaling glittering slightly as the hand moved to spread open the material wide and the fingers danced over him in a caress that wasn't brotherly in the least bit. His cheeks went hot red and he elbowed back, swinging to one side so that Vavros released him enough that he could writhe out and away, his shirt being torn off roughly.

"Quite pretty, I suppose, but worth your head?" The gryphon said and stood up, towering above both of them. "He seems confused, very confused."

"What did you agree to?" He asked his brother, swallowing convulsively as the standing of the gryphon revealed what he wasn't wearing.

He had assumed the gryphon was wearing some sort of clothing behind the desk, loose pants or amour or something. The reality was quite different. The red black drake stood up and the soft fur of the lower hind haunches came into view bare of any covering what so ever. There was no shame in him as he displayed himself, towering high in the air while the beak parted slightly and sampled the air before clicking a few times with interest. Tikkas' arms were grabbed again and he was yanked backwards while he gaped down at the heavy furred loins, unable to keep his eyes from looking at what the gryphon was displaying proudly.

The mammal like bottom meant that there was no vent to hide the modesty, instead, the bulbous sheath that was low slung along the lower belly. The russet red fur coated it, ringing right around the swell of the thick opening as the fleshy sac outlined the line of an obscenely large shaft that was set right above a pair of low swinging balls. His eyes were jerking away as he realized he was staring as the drake moved and deliberately wobbled that fat pouch back and forth to make sure he was aware of the drake's nudity. His brother let out a breath of air against the name of his neck, puffing over the edges.

"It was my life or your virtue, brother, I think there is really only one answer here." Vavros moved his hand down and gave a little bit of a push that ran long the band of his pants. "I can assure you, sir, there is no other drake like this one. He's never even sucked on a male before, virginal and innocent."

"I AM NOT FUCKING HIM!" Tikkas burst out, his voice cracking with panic as he finally began to understand, especially when his pants were being pushed downwards. "Let go!"

Instead of the touches gripped him a bit more firmly and his brother's hand pushed along his pants. It was clear what they meant, and knowing that sent the panic surging up through his stomach. He cried out and tried to push his way free, his tail smacking back against his brother's legs while the grip of the hands was unyielding and clutching. It refused to let him go as his pants were pushed down along his hips, revealing the curve of his hips. The gryphon watched him in a way that sent fear rushing over him. His breathing picked up the pace and became a ragged little hiccup of sound.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Gyrfalcon watched the boy with amusement as the panic started to set in. It had been an age since the gryphon had stirred in any interest to the wingless dragons that populated most cities. They were common creatures, barely more than peasants, but this was quite alluring to him. The original one had been lovely, not quite pretty, but there was something about the deep grey scales and dark edged eyes that had made him contemplate holding him as a slave. If it had been a shade prettier he would have done so, but he lacked the real draw for the gryphon, but his brother, his brother was simply breathtaking.

Like all of his kind, he was lean rather than thick like a winged drake. They were all muscles and broad wings, but this one was designed for climbing and running. The head was a delicate wedge with a dainty muzzle edged in the faintest silver white before trailing down to a curved neck. There was something feminine there without truly becoming female, especially with the large blue eyes that were darting around the room with growing alarm and fear. One could be forgiven for thinking it was a female by that panic alone. Most males just went to pure anger at realizing they were going to be used a female, but this one was simply panicking. It was delightful in a way that brought a low croon from his throat as he watched the brother push the pants down to reveal more of that snowy white form.

There were curves, not sharply curved, but delicately so that they invited one to want to touch them and linger on the edges of the hips. He could only imagine how the creature had managed to get through his life without being ravaged before, it would have taken quite a bit of care given most soldiers were happily bisexual when it came to their dates. He could even take a female if he had to, but generally, he preferred males. He preferred the power he had over them and enjoyed the fact that they often fought. He enjoyed that they were so damned tight, especially given the fact he was larger than was comfortable for even hens. He enjoyed their dawning horror when they realized that he could do more than just strip them of their dignity.

"Your brother has sold you for his life." Gyrfalcon purred the words as he watched the pants all, sliding along those long legs and lingered where he could see the trail of the vent. "A thief's life is apparently quite valuable, given the quality of what he's brought me."

"I'm not his to sell!" The pale drake said angrily, the white of the muzzle going more pink in a flush that made the gryphon's loins tighten slightly.

"If I had a choice I wouldn't, but...." Vavros shrugged a little as he held his brother tightly. "It's not like I didn't offer myself first, but you're prettier than I am."

"That's not... I didn't agree to this!"

"Shh, Tikkas, you don't want to anger your new master." Vavros stroked his brother in a way that amused the gryphon, feeling his sheath starting to split open as he reached out to catch the pale muzzle with his forepaw.

"Tikkas." He tasted the name on his tongue. "It has been too long since I've had a proper pet, you will have to be trained to serve me properly. Though, I suppose it might be pleasurable to have a matched set of brothers."

~ ~ * ~ ~

Tikkas was mortified to see that the gryphon was starting to grow aroused, but his eyes were drawn towards the loins where the cock was slipping outwards inch by fat inch. It was massive looking as it pushed out into the light, glistening messily with an edge of wetness beading right at the very tip and rolling downwards along the underside. The tip was tapered sharply and a dark inky black color, spreading open with a fleshy ring of barbs that stood up around the glans like a crown before it went down to the solid weight of the trunk that was pushing out of the sheath and rolling the soft furred flesh downwards along the base of the dark glistening length.

He threw his weight back against his brother, but Vavros refused to release him, instead the male gripped him with a painful hold that made him feel the fingers digging into his upper arms. He cried out raggedly, his lips twisting back a little bit as the gryphon moved his paw away from his muzzle. The gryphon was massive compared to him, his head barely reached the chest height thanks to the nature that made the male heavy bodied and a bit broader than one such as his own kind. The idea that his brother was offering him up to this creature made him bite his lower lip and let out a whimper when his brother's arms pushed down his body, running along his upper thighs.

"I suppose you might think that, but look at him. He is truly perfect for you, my lord." Vavros' voice was as sweet as it was when he seduced anyone. "He is built for your pleasure. Look at how he shakes in my hold, he has no idea what to do in the face of one such as you."

"I don't want to have anything to do with him!" Tikkas protested loudly, but his eyes were fixated as the gryphon moved his scaled hand down to cup along his emerging length.

He grasped himself with a firm squeeze that pushed up a wet dribble of precum that rushed out of the tip and began to run over the edges. It was hot and watery looking, falling down against the digits as his brother pushed his legs open with his own larger one. Tikkas stumbled a little bit, nearly falling forward as his own brother's hand slid down along the edges of his vent. He snarled out, twisting his head back to face his brother as much as he could, the outrage flushing his features angrily as the fingers curled right against the soft outer lips of his vent and gave it a little bit of a pull outwards to show the glossy inner lining that protected his shaft.

"He is very like a female, isn't he? You'd never believe he was male, which makes him such a prize." Vavros murmured appealing towards the gryphon. "But imagine how he will squeal when you first sample him."

"Vavros, please! You can't, we grew up together! We.. god, think about what- NNNNF!" Tikka's words were cut off as the gryphon moved his hand up and suddenly two thick fingers were stuffed into his muzzle.

He could taste nothing but the thick harsh mixture of musk and precum that clung to his tongue and caused him to choke slightly. He tried to jerk his head away, but there was little he could do to evades the digits that curled along his tongue and stuffed their way deep enough to nearly choke him. His eyes flashed open wide, forced to remain muffled as the fingers rubbed along the inside of his vent, caressing him until he squirmed and gave a buck in place. His breathing came out faster, tinged with the mixture of gryphonic lust that had him nearly gagging. This wasn't what he had agreed to, this wasn't supposed to be happening to him!

"You can barely see his cock." Vavros mocked and the fingers curled just enough to stimulate him into responding despite his attempts to keep himself from giving them the satisfaction.

The tip of his cock pushed out into view as the expert touch teased, rubbing spots to make sure that he felt an unwilling shudder of pleasure in him. The gryphon hissed out a sound that was more than lustful as the fingers drove all the way into the back of his throat so that he was choking harder. He gagged and twisted his head to one side, shaking his head a few times to try and get them free, but the gryphon only stuffed the digits in further. He was gagging on them, his tongue pushing out while his brother rubbed along his body to force him to stiffen up. He couldn't stop himself, it was just like breathing, something that his body did on its own as it began to slide outwards and the gryphon tilted his head thoughtfully to one side.

There was no mercy in those eyes, only a lust that burned in their depths that terrified him as he was forcefully exposed. He tried to spit the fingers out, turning his head up higher but the gryphon growled low in his throat and moved. That movement gave him a distressing view of the cock that was resting against the furred and feathered stomach. It was terrifyingly large as it swelled into full width, nearly the size of his forearm, if not larger. He whimpered out, the noise turning into a choking noise while his brother fondled him, displaying his own poor length to the dragon in question.

"Look at him move, writhe, he wants you. He has never been given to a male, I am sure that it will be a treat for him to find out just how adept you are with him." Vavros moved his hands slowly.

"I am sure he will bear a fine clutch for me." Gyrfalcon purred softly and dragged his fingers backwards. "If it is a fertile clutch I will even reward you, thief."

"My reward is your happiness." Vavros answered, sounding almost as if he meant it, but as the fingers left Tikkas' maw he choked out his own commentary.

"Clutch?!" He exploded angrily, his eyes going wide as his brother shifted slightly and moved back to allow the gryphon to come closer. "I'm a drake, damnit! I'm not... STOP THAT!"

The taloned hands closed along his hips and the claws raked against him firmly so that his nose was nearly buried against the feathered chest. The moment he was pulled in he felt that heavy cock shoving right up against his stomach, the twitch of it leaving a trail of wetness down along his stomach so that he jumped in place, letting out a protesting noise, but the hands clutched down tightly around him. The talons teased along his hips while his brother moved away and left his back exposed entirely. His mind was still working with the commentary about clutch and fertile, the very idea made his blood run cold while he was treated to just how damn long the shaft was against his stomach. The tip nearly touched his chest, smearing the mess and musk against him as the gryphon let out a rumbling laugh.

Tikkas threw his weight back again, twisting in place as he used both hands to shove roughly against the broad chest and pushed with all of his weight. The talons slipped along his ass, raking hard before he let out a yelp as the beak snapped down against his shoulder. The hooked tip dug in tightly and squeezed, crushing against his shoulder until he was crying out raggedly and his back bowed in place. The gryphon only held him a moment to stop him from struggling before one of the hands moved to slide along the base of his tail and suddenly caught the base with a forceful pull.

He was thrown about, squealing in pain at the yank that swung him away from the war lord and was left staring at his own brother. Vavros had never been close to him, at least not as close as other brothers, but they had always at least been friend, but now his brother was staring at him with a mixture of interest and even a bit of arousal. It wasn't a look he ever wanted to see, especially not when he was dragged back against the massive gryphon. The arms were large enough that he was easily overpowered, but that didn't stop him from kicking and snarling. He tucked his tail down tight against his ass as the base of the cock pushed against him, resting heavily against the base of his back.

The clutching hold refused to release him again, the talons raked against him at just the right angle that he couldn't squirm free as the other hand moved up to wrap around his chest. The feel of the cock resting against him pushed up higher as the gryphon shifted behind him, one of the lion like foot paws kicked out and spread his legs open wide with a brutal strike that made him jump in place. It rocked him forward roughly and he looked away from his brother, frantically trying to find a way to get out from the gryphon who was looming above him. He was heaved upwards, the grip on his waist pulling him up into the air as the line of the cock ran down beside his tail.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Vavros watched the scene in front of him with a mixture of arousal and guilt. The guilt was being pushed towards the back of his mind, forgotten in part thanks to the fact that the gryphon was more than happy with his gift. He was a bit amazed at the sheer size of the drake looming behind his brother, doing his best not to gape at the sight of the inky black length twitching and rubbing up against the line of the white scaled back. He had expected the gryphon to be hung more like a lion, which was to say, rather small and unimpressive, but that wasn't the cease. The girth was as thick as his wrist at the mid-tip while the base boasted a fat heavy knot that made him grimace when he saw his brother trying to scrabble away.

He should have fought a bit harder for his brother, perhaps offered to give up Tikkas' muzzle or something less extreme, but he didn't want to risk being put up in the same place. Just a few quiet conversations had revealed that the gryphon was more than a match for him. He was brutal and efficient, with a pleasure in boys that was well known and somewhat feared by those that thought might catch his eyes. He didn't just take them and use them, sometimes he kept them, and many times he made sure that their bodies were used like his own personal hens.

Magic was a part that came with being a powerful war-lord. It came from long study and use in war, mostly for offensive tactics, but Lord Gyrfalcon used it for another reason entirely. He enjoyed seeing his chosen and favorite boys swell with his seed, frequently leaving them carrying clutches for him. He had heard that they were infertile, but he somewhat wondered if that were true or not. As often as he did it, there was every chance he didn't want to end up waist deep in offspring. He had already said that he intended to make sure that Tikkas was going to end up swelling open like a pregnant dragoness.

He shuddered a little bit while he swallowed a breath and then moved his hand down along the side of his covered mons. His fingers dipped downwards and gave a little bit of a massage. He could feel his cock slipping out with a little bit of a slide that ran along the front of his jeans, pushing out firmly as the tip gave a little bit of a twitch. The cock tip smeared messily a little bit inside of his pants. He should have left, given his brother at least that privacy for his defilement, but he didn't move, he couldn't move. He felt as if he were trapped and ensnared with desire to see more, especially when the gryphon's talons played up against the underside of the white chin.

"Your brother says you are a virgin..." Gyrfalcon crooned, his voice thick and sweet sounding. "How true is that, hmm?"

"N..not that true..." Tikkas gave an angry look towards Vavros before growing more flustered.

"You don't sound as if you're going to deny it." The gryphon's talons curled right along the curve of the muzzle. "You will have a lot to learn, but I'm sure you will be eager to be a star pupil."

"This isn't my debt!" The white drake was pleading while Vavros ran his tongue along his lips when he saw the cock twitching against the slight back. It wasn't his brothers debt, but there was no other person he could imagine being in the grip of the gryphon's lusts.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"STOP IT!" Tikkas' voice went shrill and wild as he tried to break his way free again, his entire body going stiff and outraged. "GET OFF!"

"Beg some more pretty thing." Gyrfalcon murmured, the voice purring deeper before the cock tip nudged beside his tail. "Who knows? Perhaps I'll be merciful."

"Don't do this... please, my brother did this, he was the one that..... oh gods, please..." He went wild, twisting as the beak closed down against the back of his neck and dug down roughly.

It was the last call he managed to get out, short and harsh sounding while the cock tip suddenly drove upwards. It pushed right up beside his tail and suddenly he was treated to the bruising feel of the cock tip wedging forward with enough weight that his entire body shuddered in place. The claw at his hip moved behind him to suddenly catch the length of his white tail and yanked upwards with enough force to make him seize up in place. He was rocked higher in the air and then dropped back down again before his tail was painfully dragged out of the way to curl against the feathered and furred hip.

He didn't care about the sharp pang of pain from his tail being pulled out of the way, what he cared about was the hot fleshy cock tip dropping down along the line of his hip. His panic surged ahead with a wild flush, leaving him shaking as the glans pushed to one side to kiss along his pale pink pucker. The squirt of heat hit him, making him jump upwards before the beak flexed down harder with a snarl before the cock tip began to dig against his tender tight opening. The walls started to strain open wider and wider, gaping and stretching, parting open with a forceful splay that caused his stomach to tighten up in shock while the grip on his hips dragged him downwards towards the swell of the heavy cock.

It was too large, he was too small, he squealed out loudly as the tip began to pry and force the tight ring wider and wider. It was stretching open, swallowing down along the cock tip with a forceful shove. He jumped upwards, trying to shake free again before he was forcefully impaled downwards onto the inky black length. The wet squirt of precum pushed inwards to try and ease the passage as the powerful thrusts began to force the taut anal ring to stretch open and swallow around the massive cock tip. The inner walls contracted and squeezed, caressing downwards as his hips were pushed up higher in the air.

His body began to spread open wider, being pried apart with a forceful drive that made him cry out raggedly. His inner walls closed down tightly, the contraction rippled over him while his back bowed slightly and the hips gave another rock upwards with a powerful thrust upwards. The powerful slide pushed the boned length right into the narrow passage, making the inner walls start to spread open wider and wider. The stretch forcing his body to accept the first few fat inches until he was straining and struggling in place. His body shuddering in place while the spasms rippled down the length of his anal walls, making his toes splay open wide before the gryphon yanked him downwards with a rough buck of the hips.

The cock tip drove into his belly, opening him up, splitting the walls open to the point that his walls were aching, his body spasmed as he bowed his back slightly. The beak twisted roughly, gripping down harder to make sure that he couldn't get free before the cock began to saw in and out of his passage. Every movement well planned out to stuff him full before the gryphon pulled backwards ever so slightly. There wasn't much of that fat cock flesh to pull out, but as it tugged backwards Tikkas squalled out loudly when the barbs flared open. The edges just hard enough to drag and rake through him before her threw his weight downwards, trying to smooth them back in.

It was a mistake, but he didn't care as some of the ache faded and the next thrust glutted his aching body open to the widest point. He was choking on the feel of his inner walls contracting and squeezing, every movement designed to pull and squeeze with powerful clutches before he was thrown up higher in the air. The next rock upwards spread his walls open to the widest point, stretching open as the taut ring was pushed down further along the obscenely large cock. He began to struggle, twisting and trying to lift himself up, but any attempt to raise his hips raked the barbs through him with a sharp rake that made his walls contract down and twisted in place.

"T-too much! Please..." He gave another jump as the gryphon snarled out, shifting his hips slightly.

"Vavros!" Gyrfalcon snarled and suddenly Tikkas was thrown forward against the desk, his chest hitting hard against the edge that was pushed up against his belly with bruising force. "Grab his arms and stretch him out."

Tikkas tossed his head up to see his brother padding forward, his eyes filled with an unnatural lust while the dragon was pinned beneath the gryphon's crushing weight. There was no attempt to give him any freedom, the powerful hips snapped forward to feed another few inches into his aching belly while his brother moved to take his arms. There was no missing the bulge in the pants, the weight of it jutted out against the line of his belly in an obscene show of enjoyment as he reached forward to grab his wrists and pulled his arms forward as he struggled. He was choking out a series of groans as the gryphon drove forward with a buck that shook the entire desk and nearly half the too large cock pushed into his aching ass.

He threw his head back with a squeal and felt a hot squirt of precum flushing out into his passage before the hips dragged backwards again. The movements were sudden and made his jaws rattle slightly as the twitching cock jerked inside of him before the barbs began to rake their way back along the passage. His toes curled while he braced himself, doing his best to hold himself in place as he arched his back upwards and the next thrust sank home. He heard the wet squelching noises of precum that was forced out around the edges as the tip drove further into his bowels. He tried to jerk his hands free from his brother, twisting angrily as he felt the eyes sliding over his bound body before the cock drove home with another plunge that pushed his ass up high in the air.

It was spreading him to the widest point as the next jab rattled him, making it impossible to do more than writhe and twist. His legs were forced open wide as the gryphon began to drag the barbs through him again. His eyes bulged as he kicked his legs wildly while the gryphon snarled out a sound of pleasure and gave another forceful thrust. The cock tip drove into the line of the shaft, driving home with enough force that he felt the base starting to barrel up against him. Thek not nudged forward with a squeeze that pushed through his body. It was too much, he could feel his stomach starting to bulge with the sheer size of the cock that drove home again and his hips were pushed upwards.

"Let go!" He pleaded with his brother, his words strained and turning to a cry as the base of the cock drove home again with a plunge that made him see red sparks.

His walls stretched wide, the heaviest point prying open into his narrow passage with a sudden force that made him feel the bulge of the base squeezing into him. The tip was seated inside of him while his inner walls began to suckle and squeeze, the contractions began to pull along the stiff length before the drag backwards. The barbs opened up, raking through his body that made him jump in the air but the gryphon slammed forward to keep him in place. He felt the base sinking home, the wide knot peeling his walls back with a rush of pain before he shrilled out with a louder call as the tip began to spread his walls open wider. The straining opening forcing his walls to the widest point.

Horribly, his body was responding as the boned shaft stimulated him, rubbing, making his cock thicken out slightly as it began to grow heavier. He was twitching in place, giving a little bit of a jump upwards before dropping back down again as he felt his weight pushing forward again. The thrusts were harsh and brutal, rocking through him so that his teeth were rattling together as he felt the hot length of his dark pink length pumping forward. The rubs slipped and worked, pushing and making parts of him cramp up in reaction as he squeezed down tightly. The inner walls caressed and smoothed along the line of shaft while there was another hot stream of precum splattered out. It was thick rivulet was smeared through his passage, churned and mixed together messily.

The tip glutted deep inside of his belly, grinding and rubbing at just the right angle to make sure his stomach was bulging open wide. The twitch of the cock jerked upwards and gave a series of little thrusts that forcibly stimulated his body. His cheeks were flushed as he struggled with the length of the cock working through him, holding his tender walls open to the widest point. His inner walls began to squeeze and pull, gripping around the powerful length as the gryphon snarled out against the nape of his neck. The ragged sounds filling his ears as the next thrust crashed against him and the next. Each one was building on itself, the jabbing wild movements rattling his teeth so that he couldn't quite brace himself. He was writhing and arching his back upward, throwing his weight into the struggle as the thickness of the base popped out with a wet splatter before shoving home once more.

He couldn't think about anything except the pressure and force used to work the tip into his body, his eyes seeing stars as his brother's fingers flexed around wrists. The other dragon was watching it all, the eyes bright and fixated on him, enjoying the show while his abused body began to feel the steady strain and stretch splitting his pucker open wide. Each time it pulled free it took more force, the gryphon soon pushed a hand right against the line of his back to hold Tikkas in place as he squealed out when the next drive popped the knot home once more, but it didn't drag back out again. It was too large and growing heavier as the barbs lifted up to catch through his passage, raking and stimulating as his stomach bulged around the obscene size of it.

The shriek of the gryphon filled his ears, high pitched and wild, making him grimace and shudder slightly before the first hot twitch leapt upwards through him. The furred balls crashed between his legs as he felt his scales achingly twisted in the beak. His breathing caught in his throat, a choked noise that was torn free as the tip was pushed into the deepest point. He couldn't free his arms, he couldn't throw his rapist off, he was forced to feel the twitch and quiver in his grasp. The gryphon's hips pumped in a series of wild thrusts, hitting up against him with a powerful eruption of movement that made the world narrow down to nothing but the feel of feathers and fur against him.

The weight of the cock tip gave another quiver upwards, the sudden movement twitched up the cock tip while the balls began to quiver and churn together. The movements made his stomach twist slightly before he let out a ragged call when the bulge of the knot swelled open wider and wider, prying his walls open, splitting him apart as his legs splayed in an attempt to relieve the pressure. The gryphon released his neck to snarl above him in a wild noise as the first heaving of the balls heaved upwards. He choked out a whimper, trying to deny what was about to happen as the working cock began to shift and plunge, the last few movements hooking the barbs deep inside of his vulnerable body as the first hot rope of cum began to bubble up from the tip.

The shriek of the gryphon was one of victory as the twitching cock began to paint him in the hot wet streams of rich seed flushing into his bowels. It felt it pouring out messily, coating over the edges and churned inside of him while the hips arched and twitched. The little movements shocked through him as Tikkas whimpered out and squeezed his eyes shut, his walls clutched down around the pulsing knot as another hot rope flushed into his body. It was spreading through his lower belly messily covering his inner depths, pushing further into his violated passage while he jerked slightly. His hips were pushed up higher in the air, squirting out another hot drool of pearly heavy semen that was sending a rush of sperm through his inner body.

It was hot feeling, glutting him, bulging his stomach as he shuddered and gave a small buck in place. The movement stilted slightly as he tried his best to brace himself while his brother's fingers flexed along his arms. He could here Vavros panting a little bit, an obscene sound as he was stuffed full of the hot mixture of gryphon cum bloating his stomach. It made him whimper as the hips moved back and the swell of the knot drew his ass back as well. It was a sharp ache that made him tighten down just enough to help the hybrid squeeze out another thick spill of heat to puddle inside of him.

"You are a treat.." Gyrfalcon hissed softly and the taloned hands slid along the line of Tikkas hips., "I do believe I shall keep you a time, it would be a shame to not enjoy you further."

"Only the one time for my life, sir." Vavros' voice was rather rough sounding, making the white drake look up at his brother. God, he was enjoying the show. "Though, for a bit of coin, you might keep him."

"You can't sell me!" Tikkas protested, his voice broken sounding as the gryphon's hips pushed forward again, making sure that he was well and fully sunken inside of the narrow passage.

"You always said we should find a legal way to make a bit of cash." Vavros shrugged. "Besides, if you end up fat with eggs, I have no idea what to do with you. Your new master will though."

"Oh yes, most assuredly." The war lord hissed the words out and Tikkas whimpered, his body squirming as the next hot glob poured out into his overly stretched body. Surely his brother couldn't be serious. Eggs, god, he was a male, he couldn't have eggs.

His thoughts on the matter were dimmed as the gryphon shifted above him, letting him feel just how large the knot was pushed into his aching body. All of that rich fertile seed wasn't leaving him, it was only pushing in deeper to make sure that there was no escaping whatever fate held in store for him as he paid for his brothers mistakes.