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Caleb followed in line up the stairs of Alpha Delta Omega frat house. The kangaroo freshman was one of the candidates for the frat house. Unlike the rest of the rushing freshmen in line, however, none of what went on in ADO's basement surprised Caleb. He knew from his brother what the fraternity was. His older brother now lawyer had been an alpha years ago. Caleb knew it was where he belonged as well.

They came out into the first floor and each given the date and time for the induction ceremony: when they were expected to bring in their broken-in omegas to join the fraternity's revolving ranks. When they were done, Caleb waited while everyone filed out. The kangaroo lingered till Clayton and Stephan were the only ones that remained.

The buck, Clayton, asked, "What are you still doing here, pledge?"

"Just admiring the digs," Caleb said. "That cat, the short one, he's got the stuff, don't you think?"

Clayton's ear flicked in annoyance. "You got some balls just hanging around. What was your name?"

"Caleb."

Stephan said, "He's Marcus' younger brother." The rabbit gave Caleb a hard stare from the front door, arms folded over his chest.

"Marcus? Shit, we didn't even know that guy when we got in here, dude."

"But you heard stories," Caleb said. The kangaroo puffed up his chest a little and smirked.

"We did," Stephan said, crossing the room to get in the kangaroo's face. He stabbed two fingers into Caleb's chest and said, "Don't mean being related is going to do you any favors. We had a kid whose dad was one of the founding members rush last year, and now he's down there sucking alpha dick as we speak."

Caleb rested a hand on Stephan's, and slowly pushed it down. "Don't worry. I'm here to show up my brother."

Stephan scoffed, but backed off. Caleb knew the whole song and dance with these things. Way he saw it, he'd been standing his ground with his older brother his whole life. He could take these fucks any day of the week. Clayton said, "Get out pledge."

Caleb said, "See you boys in a week." He strolled to the door, sure to keep a cocky strut all the way down frat row.

***

When Caleb got back to his studio apartment, he took out a notebook and grabbed a pen in the cup beside his monitor. He wrote on the top of the paper, "LIST OF ALPHAS I KNOW." Caleb had been scouting for a few weeks, but, a sense of honor and pride made him wait until the day rush started before he actually plotted how and which alpha he'd turn into his omega slut. Only fair to the other pledges, after all.

First Caleb went through the males on the college wrestling team. There was Sven, of course, Caleb had a crush on the white wolf since he saw the big guy, but if Sven had made it this long without someone trying to break him into ADO, Caleb would be shocked. There was plenty of meat on the wrestling team, but as Caleb looked at the names on the list, he couldn't commit to a single one. Athletes were always risky to go after when you were on the same team. If Caleb fucked up not only would he be thrown off the team, he'd lose his scholarship, too.

No... he needed something with less risk. Someone no one would care about if he changed them. He stared at a few names of other, potential alphas he met during his freshmen orientation. They were all freshmen, however. And Caleb knew a freshman wasn't much of a catch. He wanted a stud in their prime, not a budding one converted into an omega too soon.

Eventually, Caleb gave up and went to his window. The kangaroo cracked the blinds as if he might see the perfect alpha walking on the street. He didn't, of course, and went back to his computer. He eventually ended up on craigslist. His parents were rich, and so Caleb's apartment was finely furnished, but he still enjoyed browsing for weird shit on the site. It was a quirk he kept to himself, and as he was looking at a listing for a doll the seller swore was haunted, it hit him.

Why go out hunting his alpha when he could get the stud to come to him?

Caleb opened a new tab and only needed to do a few minutes of searching before he landed exactly on the guy he wanted.

A craigslist bull with all the hallmarks of a stud. Gryphon, 22, college senior. 6'7" and "built and hung like I was meant to knock your wife up." Caleb read through his profile, a little ecstatic. He took his notepad back out and crossed out the list of names, and underneath it he wrote down "TRAVIS" and started going about a plan to break in this stud.

***

"I'm not asking you to write the damn thing, just look it over for me, will you?" Caleb said to his computer screen. He was in a video call with his older brother, a rugged looking kangaroo with a beard.

Marcus rolled his eyes. "You know if this guy takes you to court none of it will hold up for a judge. You're basically asking to own a person."

"Yeah but he won't know that. I just need something convincing enough to fool him."

"Alright, here, I'm putting in the chat a generic contract that music companies make their bands sign. Just use that language to make your own, send it back to me and I can have a look over it."

"Thanks Marcus, you're a lifesaver."

The kangaroo on the screen snorted. "You know I didn't have any help getting into ADO."

"Yeah, well, I am going for much bigger game."

"Right. Just don't fuck this up. We have a family reputation to keep up," Marcus said. He ended the call.

Caleb grumbled, "See you later, bro." He downloaded the file Marcus sent him and got to work making his own version of it.

***

Travis snuck home late that night. He and his girlfriend rented a two bedroom apartment a couple miles east of campus. The big griffin dropped his keys in a bowl by the door and held his hand up to his nares. They didn't smell like sex. The scaly digits had spent quite a bit of time in some dog's needy cunt this evening. But he had washed his hands thoroughly before heading home.

The apartment lights were out except for the guest bedroom they converted into a home office. A cute, slim and tall-for-her-species otter with brown fur and a cream coat to her front came rushing out of the office. Laughing, Travis caught his girlfriend as she jumped into his arms. She snuggled into his grey mane, giggling.

"Hey hun," Travis said, hugging her tight.

"Mmm, I missed you," Janine said.

"Yeah, I was dealing with a persnickety client," Travis lied. His client had been just fine. A housewife in a suburb not too far away. But as far as Janine knew, Travis was a sales person for a gas utility. If it weren't for how good the money was, Travis would have never become a bull. He did not like to think he was cheating on Janine and did not want her to think that at all. But people paid a lot of money for him to fuck their wives. And he needed the money because he had big plans for him and Janine once they graduated.

"Well, you're home now, stud. So how about you let me treat you for working so hard..." she caressed his cheek, but Travis hesitated. He had not showered yet and his sheath and balls probably still reeked of the housewife.

"Actually, I'm really tired, hun. I think I'm just gonna grab a shower and head to bed."

"Oh, alright. Maybe tomorrow morning?"

The griffin smirked, "You couldn't keep me off you."

Travis nuzzled her cheek and set her down. He went to the bathroom and stripped down before hopping in their standing shower. As he let hot water soak through black and grey feathers and fur, he sighed and leaned against the wall. Lately he had been neglecting Janine in that department. He hated doing it, but Travis had been with a client every other day for the past week. Another month of this and he should have the money saved up for his big proposal, though. Then no more lying, and Travis could devote all his attention to Janine's delicate curves and sleek fur.

It took twenty minutes before he felt satisfied enough to come out of the shower. He blew dry his mane brushed it while letting his hide air dry a moment before grabbing a towel and attacking the rest of his wet coat with it. Then he went about carefully preening and maintaining his feathers. The blueish-black wings something he took great pride in. Over all, the ordeal took the griffin another twenty minutes. By then, Janine had already come in, brushed her teeth, and kissed him goodnight. So Travis decided to check his messages to see if he had any new clients trying to contact him.

As luck would have it, someone had sent him an email with the subject, "Saw your ad, willing to pay seven times your normal rate for a full day to meet this week with some conditions!"

Travis gawked at the message. That was a little over 10,000 dollars. Roughly half of what he had made already and more than enough for Travis to stop doing this shit. It also sounded too good to be true. He tip-toed to the door to look down the hall. Their bedroom door remained closed with no light coming from beneath it. Janine had to be sound asleep.

Travis went back to his computer and checked the email.

He read the email over multiple times.

The potential client broke a lot of his conditions out the gate: he wanted to meet at Travis' place, he wanted Travis to sign some kind of confidentiality contract, and he wanted to meet with Travis in person before he sent in his wife. The griffin clicked his tongue on the roof of his beak while he thought this over. It was a lot of money. Money Travis needed. He could make the guy show the money first, and if he didn't Travis could always throw the fucker out. Call the cops if he needed. He wouldn't sign anything until he knew he was getting paid first, that was for sure.

With a great deal of skepticism, he started writing a reply.

***

Three days later, Caleb climbed the stairs to the second floor apartment in a small complex. He carried with him a briefcase with the contract, and a backpack full of everything he wanted to use to break his stud. Caleb stopped at the door and psyched himself up a moment before knocking twice, a pause, then twice again.

He heard a heavy tread walk up to the door. Caleb looked straight at the peephole, waiting expectantly before he heard behind the door, "No, fucking way." Travis ripped the door open and yanked Caleb inside. The kangaroo had not expected it. And the hulking griffin easily threw him into the back of a couch. The door led directly to a sparsely furnished living room. Just the couch, an end table, and a mounted TV made up the room.

The door slammed shut and Travis snapped, "You think you can get away with fucking with me?"

Caleb, blood rising in preparation for a fight, said, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You're just a fucking kid. There's no way you can be the client."

"I'm eight-fucking-teen."

"Exactly!" Travis growled. His wings fanned out a little, making his already impressive size even bigger. Travis was a striking male. Nearly seven feet, with dark black fur, glossy blue-almost-black feathers, and a grey mane with white markings on his face. His beak was yellow and hooked like it could tear out Caleb's liver right now. Not to mention every part of the bird seemed muscular to a fault. Caleb knew the type: they went to the gym constantly and had a strict diet just for muscle gain. They cared about looking good, they didn't put it to use like for hard labor or for some kind of athletics.

"I'm Caleb, and like we said," he held up the briefcase, "I have your contract and money here."

"Open it, let me see."

"You going to cool it?" Caleb demanded.

"When I see the money, brat."

Caleb bit back an insult and snapped open the briefcase. Lining its interior was a document organizer, from one flap he pulled out a money order. He handed it over to Travis to review. "The first thousand up front like we agreed. The rest will be rewarded upon completion of the contract."

Travis studied the piece of paper. It was real. Caleb had his bank make it this morning. A thousand dollars from his savings. He didn't have the other nine thousand, but by the time Travis figured that out it wouldn't matter.

Caleb did get a little nervous at this point. There was really nothing stopping Travis from taking the money and throwing Caleb out.

The griffin glared suspiciously at him. "How the fuck does a kid like you have this kind of money?"

Caleb shrugged. "My parents are stupid rich."

Travis scoffed. "Go fucking figure. What I wouldn't do to be you, kid..." his leonine tail lashed against the door a moment. Sighed. "Leave the contract there on the kitchen table. I'm going to go put this check away."

"Don't want your girl to see it?"

"Shut up, and get ready to bring your girl in here, cuck."

Travis went down the shotgun hallway to the office. Caleb set down his bag and retrieved the contract from the briefcase. He set it out with a pen and waited patiently in a seat at the table. Travis returned saying, "Alright, let's sign this and get on with it--what the hell?"

Caleb asked innocently. "What?"

"That's what you want me to sign?" Travis pointed at the stack of documents on the table.

It was thirty pages long. Frankly, Caleb was proud of it, even if five pages in the middle talked about royalties Travis might make from Spotify streams. Not everything Caleb took out or changed. He needed it to be just big enough to discourage his big boy griffin from reading it.

"I need you to sign the bottom of the last three pages. I've already marked the date and added my signature as well."

"Fuck," Travis hovered over the table, scanning the front page. "How do I know I'm not selling you, like, my left kidney?"

"You're welcome to read it," Caleb bluffed.

Travis scanned the first page, which Caleb carefully crafted with help from his brother. The griffin rubbed his temples and sighed. He thumbed the corner of the stack, flipping through the pages to hear them flap together before he said, "Whatever, just tell me where to sign. I just want you out of here."

Caleb pulled the last three pages from the stack. "Sign here... and here... and lastly... here."

The griffin did and slapped the pen down on the table. He asked, "What's in most of this anyways?"

Caleb said matter-of-factly while he stowed the contract in his suitcase and snapped it shut, "An explanation of the financial damages you'll face should you violate our contract." The suitcase _clapped_together and Caleb fastened the lock and spun the four digit numeric tumbler to keep it from being forced open.

"Damages? In case I hurt your girl?"

"In case you hurt me, disobey me, or try to breach the NDA that was part of the contract," Caleb said. He stood and steeled himself.

Sure enough, Travis grabbed him by the collar of his polo and growled, "What the fuck you talking about brat?"

Caleb held his palms up innocently, "Easy there, big guy. You harm me and I will be able to sue you for ten times are agreed upon deal. Plus legal fees and any medical expenses you might incur."

"You mean to fucking tell me I have to listen to you?" the griffin spat. His grip tightened, those claws threatening to shred Caleb's shirt.

"You signed the thing saying you would."

"Without knowing what I was fucking signing!"

"It says in the contract that we went over it together and both signed it, understanding what we were agreeing to."

"That's a fucking lie!" Travis snapped.

Caleb shrugged, "It is, big guy. But here's the thing: I'm rich, my brother's a lawyer, I can still take you to court and it will just be my word against yours. Given the..." Caleb glanced around the sparsely furnished apartment, "lavish way you're living, I'd say you don't really have the money to afford a lawyer or even pay the legal fees should you lose."

Travis glanced at the sealed briefcase. He hoisted Caleb into the air and slammed him into the wall. "You fuck!" he snarled. "I'll kill you!" His wings had snapped out, blocking the light and casting both of them in shadow.

That hurt. Being thrown into a wall never felt good. Especially for his poor tail. Aside from a little thrown by the pain, though, he wasn't intimidated. "Nngh, I'll forgive that indiscretion. You're not going to kill me, Travis. There are people who know this was the last place I went before I would have disappeared. If I vanish, even if you do a good job covering your tracks, you'll still be the number one suspect." The griffin shook with rage. Caleb put a hand on his wrist, "Now how about you put me down, huh?"

Leonine tail still twitching, Travis set Caleb down, panting but otherwise quiet. The griffin's eyes were wide and thoughts worked rapidly behind them. Eventually he shook his head and said, "There's no girl, is there?"

"No, I'm the client," Caleb said with a smirk, "But your payout, you know by the money order, is real."

Travis scowled at him. "Fine, but I'm not gay."

"Travis who said anything about fucking?" Caleb cooed. "Just do as I say, and at the end of this we'll get you the rest of your money."

Beak grit to withhold some string of curses, the griffin's whole body tensed up. Wingtips quivered, and he released the breath. "Then what do you need me to do?"

"Start by making me breakfast. You got food here, right?"

Travis glared. "Yes."

"Yes...?"

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Call me sir or master, your choice."

"Fuck you, sir."

Caleb smirked and walked past him. He collapsed back on the couch and said, "I thought you said you weren't gay?"

Travis, grumbling under his breath, went into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, then a pantry, and asked, "What do you want, sir?"

"What do you got?"

"Oatmeal, eggs, bacon, stuff for pancakes."

"Make a little bit of everything, then."

"Are you kidding me?"

Caleb looked back to the kitchen. "What was that?"

"Nothing, sir. I'll get on it."

***

Caleb turned on the TV while Travis cooked food. The big griffin wore a tank-top and gym shorts, and while in the cover of the kitchen he actively browsed his phone. He needed to figure out if there was some way out of this. Could Caleb really take him to court? The griffin glanced at the locked suitcase on the table. He should have read that fucking contract. He looked down at the bacon sizzling in the frying pan before him. He considered letting the bacon turn into a shriveled, blackened crisp.

He flipped the slices over to cook the other side. It wasn't the right move. For now, Travis didn't have any other plans but the path of least resistance. Whatever he needed to do, best to just do it. The sooner he got the brat out of his apartment the sooner he got paid. He needed to believe that. He legit worried he would fly off the handle and kill this kid otherwise.

Travis checked his phone. Sent Janine a simple, I love you, hun. How are classes?

Boring. Sitting in the back with Becky and window shopping.

Janine meant online shopping. The otter rarely bought anything, but she enjoyed looking through online catalogues when a class dragged on.

A new message from Janine, You?

Travis texted back, Just making a big breakfast for myself today.

Travis took a picture of the stove: steel-cut oats simmered on the top burner, on the bottom was the bacon, and in two steel bowls beside the stove were some whisked eggs for scrambled eggs and some pancake batter.

Omfg, Janine responded to the pic. Are you really going to eat all that???

Yeah, babe. Went hard at the gym this morning after you left.

Mmm, maybe you can go hard on me later tonight?

Travis chuckled. For a moment, he forgot about his predicament. He said, Can't wait

My little cunt's getting wet just thinking about it...

"Who you texting, Trav?"

Travis nearly dropped his phone. He glared at Caleb, the kangaroo standing in the entryway to the little kitchen. "My girl. Don't call me 'Trav'."

"I'll call you whatever I want, Trav. What are you saying to your girl?"

"That's none of your fucking--"

"Show me," Caleb ordered. He held out his hand.

"What? No way--"

"Not only are you disobeying me," Caleb warned, "I need to make sure you're not violating your NDA."

"Fuck, fine, here you go, sir." Travis handed the phone over with a sneer. "Pin is 4621."

Caleb unlocked his phone and checked the message log. He laughed. Travis felt himself flush with humiliation. Caleb said, "You've got a dirty girl, Trav." He quoted in a mock feminine voice, "'Babe I'm aching for your cock right now.'"

"S-stop that."

Caleb smirked and handed back the phone. "Text her back." Travis opened his phone planning to make some excuse for why he couldn't sext his girlfriend right now, but before he could send anything, Caleb said, "And make it look good."

Travis looked up in disbelief at the smug little bastard.

Caleb folded his arms over his chest. "I don't want her getting suspicious. Give her what she wants, Trav."

Summoning his anger to drown his embarrassment, he huffed through his nares before he said, "Fine. You going to go back to the couch?"

"Oh I think I want to watch. See what a bull says to get his girl off in her math class."

Flustered, Travis tried to turn his back on Caleb and text Janine.

Before anything happened, though, Caleb said, "Mind the bacon."

Cursing, Travis got it off the stove. He used a fork to drop the bacon on a stack of paper towels to drain off some of the grease coating them. He poured some of the grease in the pan into a waiting recycled tin of coffee and used the rest to keep the pan slick for the pancakes. He ladled in some pancake batter before turning back to his phone.

Feeling a little frantic, he quickly text back for Janine, My dick's getting stiff just thinking about it.

It wasn't. His sheath remained totally inert under the circumstances.

Caleb stepped into the kitchen. "Need some help, Trav?"

Travis glanced at him. "You actually want to help?"

"Yeah, I'll text your girlfriend for you while you cook."

"No fucking way--"

Caleb silenced him with a look.

It took Travis a moment to realize just how cowed he was acting. Inwardly cursing, he decided Caleb wouldn't break the NDA any more than Travis would. Whatever was going on, the brat wanted to be discreet, at least.

Caleb started rapid-fire texting something to her. Travis flipped the pancake once the batter started bubbling. He stared at the browned, cooked side and tried to pretend this wasn't happening.

"Want to know what I sent her?" Caleb asked.

"I'll pass, sir."

Caleb chuckled. "I'll give you her response, then:" he took on a girlier voice, "Fuck babe, when did you get so kinky?"

"What did you just send her?" Travis snapped. He reached for his phone but Caleb backed away.

"Careful, pet."

"Pet!?"

"Now now, don't misbehave. You let me get your girlfriend off and I'll give you your phone back."

Travis gripped the spatula harder, thumb pressing down the neck of the tool. Its head bent, quivered. He snapped the plastic implement like a pencil. The end clattered on the tile floor.

Caleb smirked. "Hope you have another one. Going to be hard to make good pancakes without it."

The griffin got dangerously close to blacking out with rage. He held it in--turned back to the kitchen and dug out the metal spatula.

Caleb, knowing he had taken his humiliation about as far as he could, turned back to sexting Travis' girlfriend.

He texted, I'd love to see you get fucked by some other guy. I've been too embarrassed to admit it, but babe... something about taking you all loose and sloppy really gets to me.

Janine texted back: God, babe... Get me any wetter and I might have to go somewhere and take care of this.

What if it was some hot young stud?

You mean like a freshman or something?

_Yeah, check out this guy._Caleb took out his phone and sent a dick pic he took a few weeks ago to Travis' phone. After making sure to make the picture Travis' lock screen, Caleb sent it from Travis' phone to Janine. It was a picture of Caleb with his sweatpants down around his thighs, ten inch, uncut cock just held down by the waistband. He was shirtless, and while he was nowhere near Travis' physique, he still had a nice, athletic build. The picture cut off just at the bottom half of his muzzle, lips cracked in a I-know-I'm-hot smirk.

Janine love reacted it. Caleb almost started laughing, but kept it in while Janine texted: I'd fuck him... long as you were okay with it~

Isn't that the point, lol

Caleb was actually getting hard. He needed to resist the urge to start casually rubbing himself.

Janine texted, Class is about to end... pretty sure I'm going to leave this chair sticky...

Sorry I'm not there to help with that.

I'm sorry this boy isn't, either._Janine sent, before adding, _Sorry, was that too much?

Lmao, you're fine babe. Who knows, maybe you will have a surprise around the corner~

You really do spoil me. Gotta run, love you.

<3

Caleb heard Travis getting out plates. He asked from the couch. "Done already big guy?" Caleb would go back to calling him pet later.

"Yes, sir," Travis answered very woodenly. Still a lot of restraint in his voice.

Caleb said, "Great, bring me over a little bit of everything. Extra syrup on my pancakes, hot sauce on the eggs if you got it."

Travis managed not to grumble once while he did as he was told. His tail kept flicking back and forth, but otherwise he held it all in. Which was excellent for Caleb, it meant his pet was acquiescing, yielding, one step at a time. When Travis brought in two dinner plates heaped high food, Caleb pointed at the floor next to the couch.

"You can sit there."

"Whatever," Travis muttered. He set Caleb's plate in his lap and the other on the floor. Caleb carefully inspected the plate but saw no evidence what Travis might have spit in his food. Maybe the big guy was willing to be more complacent than either of them thought. Travis returned with two large glasses of water.

He sat down and hunched over to eat his food sitting on the ground. Caleb sighed and kicked his large paws up on Travis' shoulder. The griffin flinched--a low growl rumbled through him, but he quietly accepted being Caleb's footrest.

Just need to get through this fucking day, Travis thought to himself. All his rage coursed and flamed and fired. But it also fizzled. And when it fizzled inside of him, he just felt a little hollowed out. Like his brain and body just needed away from this physical space since he had no control over anything at the moment. He did not even want to see what Caleb sent Janine--made him sick just thinking about it. They ate in an odd silence that Travis wanted to last as long as possible. It was, perhaps, a few minutes before Caleb loudly dropped his fork onto his plate.

"Take this for me, will you?"

Travis had not yet finished eating, but he ignored his needs and took the plates back to the kitchen. He turned on the faucet to wash off Caleb's plate, but before he could touch it the kangaroo called, "You can leave it, come in here, pet."

Travis clenched his beak. He did not speak. When he stood before Caleb the kangaroo offered a foot. "Massage it," Caleb ordered.

Travis got down on his knees and began messaging the kangaroo's large, padded feet. They were almost big as Travis', which was impressive the griffin was almost a foot taller. The pads on the roo's feet were coarse but smooth, and when Travis kneaded his thumb into it Caleb sighed.

The kangaroo said, "You're pretty good at this."

"I know," Travis said flatly. He was still just trying to not think about what was happening.

"Do it often?"

"For clients sometimes. Janine likes it, too."

"Heh, I can tell. Here," Caleb replaced his left foot with his right. "This one now."

While Travis massaged the right foot, he did not notice Caleb's left had rested on his thigh. Till the foot moved up and pushed into Travis' crotch.

The griffin smacked the foot out of his lap. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Hmm, I don't think that's how a pet is supposed to behave," Caleb said.

Travis got up off the ground to tower over Caleb, who merely reclined on the sofa. "You're taking this too fucking far."

"Apparently you're forgetting I've got your nuts in a legal vice," Caleb said.

Travis mustered the meanest scowl he could.

"Take your clothes off, pet."

Travis gawked. "What are you talking about?"

"Punishment, clothes are a privilege and you keep disrespecting me."

Anger, again, mustering all its bile inside of Travis for just a moment. But it would not do. All his anger could not get him out of this. And if he hurt Caleb, and he so wanted to murder that brat, it would just make everything worse. He'd been trapped. Once again, Travis felt a little more hollowed out.

He started stripping.

"Theeeere you go," Caleb encouraged.

The humiliated griffin's ears folded backwards. Caleb soaked in the view of Travis naked. He really was a peak stud: broad muscular chest with his mane trailing down between his drooping pecs, that grey fur returning for the griffin's pubes, crowning a dark sheath the size of an eggplant--fat, swollen--with nuts big enough to smother any fur's face. Caleb took a moment. Travis was hot.

"You're staring," Travis growled.

Caleb regained his composure. "I knew you were impressive, but I can see why people pay top dollar just for an hour alone with you."

"Women do. Don't get any ideas in that gay little head of yours."

"Travis, Travis," Caleb soothed, "Don't freak out on me now. You were being such a good pet, and I don't want to punish you more."

Fists clenched for a moment, Travis huffed once and kneeled back down. He grabbed Caleb's right foot and returned to massaging it. While he worked, Caleb craned backwards and sighed, "Now this is the life, huh, pet?"

On the couch, Travis' phone vibrated. Caleb snatched up the phone before the griffin could even think to grab it. He checked the screen and announced, "It's your girl again. Think I should tell her what you're up to? Maybe send a picture."

"Don't you fucking dare!" Travis tried to lunge forward to grab the device, but Caleb managed to shove the griffin backwards with both feet.

"I promise I won't," Caleb said. "Discretion is as important to me as it is to you. But you will need to do something for me."

"What now?"

"Sit back on your knees, spread your legs so I have a good view of you."

Feeling more humiliation flush through him, Travis did as he was told. He felt a little short of breath, opening his legs for the kangaroo. His ears remained folded back and he could no longer look Caleb in the eye. He tried to take a deep breath, but Travis was getting nervous. For a lot of reasons: being humiliated and blackmailed by this brat forever, Janine learning about this stuff, but what scared him the most was how, for some reason, his sheath started flushing with heat. Travis never subbed in his fucking life. So why was this getting to him now?

"Now play with yourself."

That heat in his sheath worsened. His beak hung open for a moment, as if he might protest. But that hollow was already too wide. What was one more thing?

"No pictures?" Travis asked.

"You have my word," Caleb said, and to show he meant it, he tossed Travis' phone to the other end of the couch.

Taking a deep breath, Travis closed his eyes. Just pretend that fucker isn't here. Pretend it's Janine. The griffin cupped his massive balls rolled them gently in his palm. While one hand toyed with his nuts, his other reached up to his pecs. Most girls did not pay his chest much attention past ogling it. But when he masturbated he liked to heft and squeeze the soft muscle. His nares flared a little and the lingering smell of breakfast started to get replaced with is very male scent. Something else he enjoyed. Somedays he might shut himself in a room and masturbate several times before opening the door just to make things reek of his musk.

These were things he never told anyone before, secrets Travis kept close because he thought no one else needed to know this side of him. But Caleb was seeing this side of him.

"Like having those big pecs played with, pet?"

Travis ignored him. He pinched his nipple, rubbing the dark black bud between finger and thumb to make it stick out.

"Answer me."

"Yes," Travis muttered. Ignore him, focus on yourself.

"Where else do you like to touch yourself?"

Could this fucking kangaroo not take a hint? Taking a deep breath to muster some control, Travis answered, "My cock."

"Fuck, you don't say. Every boy likes that. Where else?" Caleb pushed.

And the more he pushed the worse that heat got in his sheath. He felt his dick start to twitch to life. He had hoped to just go through some motions, but not work too hard. Hoped Caleb would get bored watching and give up on this.

That didn't happen, though.

"Answer me, pet," Caleb growled.

"Inside my sheath," the griffin admitted.

"Show me." And as Caleb ordered this, he took his phone--still in his pocket--and starting recording the griffin, who kept his eyes shut.

Trembling, Travis showed him. He pinched the tip of his sheath and pulled the flesh out. He pushed a finger from his other hand inside. The flesh there was extra sensitive, and touching his cock like this... if he forced enough pressure he could keep himself soft and cum just from rubbing and pushing against it. His sheath would fill with seed when he did that...

"Heh, kinda looks like you're fingering yourself."

Travis hesitated, searching for the courage to force himself to stop this.

"Keep going," Caleb ordered.

Travis did. The heat in his sheath was boiling at this point. He fit two fingers inside himself, curling them together and rubbing the knuckles against his soft cock. Without really caring what Caleb might say, he starting humping into his knuckles. His body contracted and relaxed in quaking motions, knuckles pushing down while he pushed his sheath up. His sheath, filled with precum at this point, overflowing and dripping down his balls. Travis panted, his tongue hanging from his beak a little. Caleb remained silent. While those two fingers continued to stir up the inside of his sensitive sheath and flaccid dick, Travis started groping and pinching his chest again. He didn't get it. Normally it took a lot for him to get off like this, but right now...

Right now he was so close. And he didn't care if Caleb saw him cum. Travis needed to get off.

Caleb, still holding the camera, said with bated breath, "Make some noise for me, pet." Travis moaned, none of it sounding forced, while Caleb recorded the entire thing. When he went quiet again, Caleb decided he wanted to do more than just record this.

Travis tilted his head back, black wings slackening to the ground. Each time his hips gyrated into his knuckles, his sheath spilled thick, potent precum. His balls had tightened up. The smell of his precum reeked in his nares.

Then Travis more sensed someone standing over him. When he opened his eyes his vision was filled with cock. Caleb had got up, undone his pants and fished out an impressively sized dick. He rubbed it right against Travis' face. His nares flared again. That scent. The smell of cock flesh, rubbing right over his beak. It was good.

He was too far gone. Travis should have killed him, but instead his body, balls aching, began to tip over the edge. He moaned into the dick being rubbed against his face. And because it was what he thought he needed to do in that moment, he licked upwards, dragging his avian tongue across the kangaroo's meaty, uncut shaft. That salty, fleshy taste made him gasp. His balls clenched, and his hips stayed pushed up into his knuckles, which massaged his flaccid dick while seed burst out his sheath. He came so hard he felt it in his gut and thighs. It bowled him over, sticky seed running all over his crotch and balls. Dripping onto the carpet. The sharp smell of his nut barely sensed over Caleb's strong, scent. The kangaroo grabbed the back of Travis' head and lead his face into the teenager's crotch. "Good pet," Caleb soothed while his nuts rubbed all over Travis' beak and nares. The griffin's orgasm was too great to make him resist. He didn't even want to. Everything felt so good, and Caleb smelled so good.

Panting, Travis must have sat there, spilling cum to a slow dribble while Caleb did nothing more than rub his dick and balls on Travis' face. The griffin sat there. A little too content to take in Caleb's scent.

Caleb so wanted to fuck the griffin's face, but decided to step back and point out, "Made a bit of a mess, pet."

Travis started to come to. His body, a little dazed from the afterglow, felt sluggish as he looked down and noticed his cum covered sheath. "What the fuck?" He shook his head and noticed Caleb, the kangaroo's meaty cock drooping between them and dripping precum. The room smelled of male musk. Not just his, but the brat's. It was all over his beak. That _fuck_had been rubbing his dick on Travis' face like he was some cock slut.

Travis staggered to his feet, cursing, "You son of a bitch, I'll fucking kill you."

"Careful, pet."

"Fuck you!" Travis lurched forward with a haymaker. The next moment, he felt himself slammed on the carpet. Then sharp aching pain down the arm and shoulder he swung with as he was put into an arm lock. He tried to struggle, but when he did, Caleb applied more pressure. The pain spike and he gasped.

"Easy pet."

"Fuck," the griffin snarled and tried to move again. The same result.

"I can dislocate your shoulder if you want. Just keep fighting me."

"G-god dammit."

"You done throwing punches? I can do this kinda shit all day. You might be bigger and stronger, but it doesn't matter if you don't know how to use it."

Gritting his beak, the griffin said, "You made your fucking point."

The kangaroo shifted his weight a little on top of Travis. He said, "You do that again and I'm going to cut a thousand dollars off your pay."

"What? That wasn't part of the deal--"

"How the fuck would you know? You didn't read the contract. Besides, you trying to deck me wasn't part of the deal, either."

Caleb set a foot on the arm of a wing and pinned against the floor. A clear threat to snap the delicate bone under his foot. "You ready to obey me?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"You'll find out eventually, pet."

Travis tried to calm himself down. After a few deep breaths, he said, "You are paying me, right?"

"You have that money order, don't you? My word is good," Caleb said. The kangaroo, of course, was partially lying.

"Fine... I won't try this shit again."

"And you'll listen to me without question?"

"... Yes, fuck..."

"You know after this stunt I'm going to fuck you?"

All that hollowing out that had happened before this moment suddenly flooded with dread. "Wait a minute, man. I'm not gay, this is fucking rape."

"You'll be paid. And I'll make sure you enjoy it. You seemed to enjoy having my dick in your face enough."

The griffin's wings beat in frustration, but he didn't bother struggling. "I would fucking know if I was gay, okay?"

"Hey, hey, there's more than just straight and gay. It's 2020, Travis, read a book."

"You know what the fuck I mean."

"How about I make you a deal? You let me fuck you, and if I get you to cum, without ever touching your dick, you stick this thing out. And if I finish before that, I pay you the rest of your money, will tear the fucking contract up and you'll have your money and I'll be out of your hair much sooner."

Travis actually got scared for a moment. "How fucking long is this shit supposed to last?"

Caleb smirked down at him. "Heh, should have read the contract, pet."

A quiet moment passed where they stared each other down.

"I'll let you fuck me, okay Now will you stop calling me that?"

"No, and you need to call me sir. Or _master_if you like that better."

"No, sir, I'll stick to sir."

"Hehe, alright. I'm going to let you go. You going to listen to my every command?"

Utterly cowed: "Yes, sir."

Caleb released his arm and leaned down. He stroked Travis' feline ears affectionately and whispered into it, "Good pet."

Travis tail twitched and he felt his heart rate speed up. It was such a small thing that should have been enraging and humiliating. Why in God's name did it feel so good?

***

"Do my hands have to be tied?" Travis asked as Caleb put his wrists in a set of leather cuffs. The fucking freak brought a whole bag of toys with him. He always planned for things to go this far. But honestly, who was Travis fucking kidding if he didn't think it would go this far?

Caleb also made Travis wear a set of thigh-high socks striped purple and black, a matching set of panties, and even tried to make him wear a bra. A fucking bra. Fortunately Travis' ribcage was too wide for the band, but the rest fit him just fine.

Caleb told him, "Just think of it as extra insurance. This way, when you want to touch your cock you won't be able to."

Travis scoffed. "As if."

But all of this was doing something to him. His cock he managed to keep forced in his sheath, but he did want to touch it. There was something so alien and taboo about all of this. Being forced to sub, wear girly shit, cheat on his girlfriend with another guy in their bed... fuck, it was getting to him. His sheath ached, so he started trying to sort through the names of this year's draft picks.

"Hands up toward the headboard."

Travis listened, wrists stuffed together by the cuffs. An almost delicate chain fastened to a support bar under the bed frame was attached to a hook on the cuffs and locked in place. He would need to pull the whole bed out from under him to move his arms down.

"Comfy, pet?"

Travis refused to answer. He turned his face away from Caleb, while the kangaroo slipped off the bed. His now half-hard dick bobbed as he walked around the room. Pacing like a circling predator. He groped himself and gestured to the sliding door opposite of the bed. "You ever watch yourself fuck Janine with this?"

The door was a massive mirror in the room that came with the apartment. It led into their shared closet. Travis and Janine had sort of taken it for granted.

"Answer me, pet."

"Sometimes... sir."

"Heh, who wouldn't. Especially a stud like you. You ever watch just yourself in the mirror?"

Travis stared at the ceiling and said, "I don't know what you're getting at, sir."

"Come on. You telling me you never masturbated in front of it? Watched your cock get all throbbing and dripping before you finally let yourself blow?"

"I'm not a pervert, sir."

"Heh, you sure look like one right now."

"You did this to me."

The kangaroo had been getting something else while they talked. Now he returned over Travis with a collar and a leash before he promised, "And I'm going to do a lot more before we're done, pet." Dread gummed up his insides and left the griffin frozen in place, just watching Caleb lean in and wrap the collar around his throat. It was fastened tight before its short leather leash was attached. Caleb gave it a tug that made Travis grunt. "Good, almost ready, pet."

"Is all this necessary?"

"It is for your training," Caleb said as he went to his bag. He had dropped it on the floor by an antique wardrobe Janine got from her family. The kangaroo fished out a bottle of lube and brought it with him back to the bed. He had Travis sit at the edge of it, tail falling onto the floor. Caleb tapped his knee and said, "Legs up."

Travis obeyed, wanting to speed this all along much as possible. Just stare at the ceiling and recap last year's March Madness in his head. He could put on an endless reel of sports highlights and peace out and then he'd have the money and--

A jerk on his leash shocked Travis out of his train of thought. "Head up, pet. I want you watching."

Caleb sat at the foot of the bed, a hand keeping the leash tight so that Travis needed to look forward into the mirror. His vision, as an avian, was incredibly keen. He had no trouble making out how exposed he was, legs pulled up and spread like he was one of the begging bitches he normally fucked. Now, though, he was supposed to be the bitch.

Caleb cupped his balls. They overloaded the meager panties he wore and spilled out on both sides. "Look at these damn things," Caleb said. "I bet you have to cum all the time with how much these babies are making, huh?"

Travis frowned, not exactly sure he was supposed to say anything.

"How many times you cum a day, pet?"

"I don't know? Once or twice a day?" Travis said. "What does that have to do with anything, sir?"

"Just that much, huh? No wonder these things are swollen," Caleb said before swatting one side. Travis grit his beak to not make a sound. It hurt, not by much. But it still wasn't pleasant. Caleb then reached down and pulled aside the panties lower. There it revealed his perineum and beneath it his dark pucker. "There we are," Caleb whispered. "Be honest, you ever touch yourself there?"

Travis rolled his eyes. "Like a couple times, I guess?"

"Heh, a couple times, huh?"

"What?" Travis snapped, appearing more flustered than angry. "I wanted to be sure."

"Be sure what?"

"That I didn't like that sort of stuff, sir. May not occur to a faggot like you--"

"Language," Caleb warned with a yank of Travis' leash.

The griffin coughed. "Fine, it may not occur to a homosexual like you, but some girls like to mess with their guys butts. I needed to be sure I wasn't one of those guys." Travis was lying, of course. The times he had done it were when he was sixteen, after one of his friends had asked, "Well how do you know you're not gay." The question ate a Travis for a week for some reason before he... explored down there. It hurt. He didn't enjoy it.

"Tsk, you probably just didn't know what you were doing," Caleb said, as if he had a window into what Travis had just been thinking. "I'm going to show you." Caleb tied the leash around Travis' knee and said, "Make sure you watch closely. Wouldn't want to slap those fat balls again, would we?"

Grimly, he kept his head up facing the mirror.

Caleb, meanwhile, squirted lube on his fingers. As he did, he said, "Your first mistake was you probably just tried to stick your fingers in there."

"Yeah, so?"

"You need some kind of fucking lube, pet. Ass ain't pussy. You at least know that."

"Are you going to do this or what?"

"So eager," Caleb said as he pulled the panties aside with his dry hand. "I like that, pet. Let's see how eager we can make you."

Two, slick fingers slid against his pucker. The lube was a little cold and made his tail twitch. His asshole flexed, and then he felt it forced open. He watched, eyes a little wide, as Caleb slipped a finger inside him. Just one, careful to make sure Travis had an unobstructed view in the mirror. Caleb watched them both in the mirror, too, concentrating. That finger slid in and out of Travis. It didn't hurt. It just felt... unnatural. The lube soon slicked every part of his asshole, and Caleb's shallow probing ended in a full thrust. Travis gasped. He clenched down and his tail beat against the ground as he felt something penetrate him. Caleb pushed in to the knuckle before he chuckled.

"You're so tight and soft. It was like your ass was made to take dick, pet."

Travis kept his beak shut. He would not give Caleb the satisfaction of banter. In his sheath, it was getting harder and harder to keep his dick from stirring. The strange intrusion of that finger slowly started to feel normal--not good per se but having his inner walls stimulated was causing a reaction to his body. It definitely wasn't good. No matter that Travis' felt the tip of his dick begin to press up against the cotton panties.

The second finger didn't feel any worse. He definitely felt (and saw) Caleb spread his asshole with it, but he didn't hate it. The rubbing tingled. It was warm and pleasurable. It kept being stroked in and out of him. He huffed, and tried to clench down. Maybe if he made himself tight enough it might hurt... it didn't. All it did was make Caleb smirk at him in the mirror. "Trying to milk me already?"

"Just--ah--fuck me already!"

"Oh, beg some more pet, I like that."

Travis' tail beat against the carpet. He wanted to deny it with every fiber of his being, but this felt good. His barbed cock began to pull the cotton panties tight. Caleb did not even comment on the griffin's growing arousal. The kangaroo pushed in another finger, and Travis began to feel full already. But that fullness didn't hurt with how slowly and slickly Caleb spread him. His entrance tingled, wrapped in a buzzing warmth as Caleb massaged him looser and looser. Travis' asshole looked so lewd spread around those fingers. It glistened a little with lube like he was just some fucking cunt. His dick throbbed at the thought.

Caleb stopped, and met Travis' gaze in the mirror. "Ready for your prostate massage, pet?"

Travis mustered the best defiant glare he could. It lasted only a moment. When Caleb sunk his fingers back inside he curled them up and pushed into something firm and all that fullness became a bright knot of pleasure all through his passage and even to his balls and dick. He craned backwards, moaning. His wings beat the bed while the griffin panted. Without moving his hand, Caleb just rubbed up and down that spot like one might scratch someone behind the ear.

Caleb tugged on Travis' leash and said, "Come on and look at yourself, pet."

In the mirror, Travis saw the kangaroo sitting with a bitch. The bitch's legs and wings trembled, and his tongue hung out of his beak. He looked very pleased.

Travis shook his head and spat, "Are you done?"

"Heh, yeah, I think you're ready. Wouldn't want to make you blow early, would we?"

Travis gasped when those fingers finally left him. Then all he saw was his glistening, winking cunt of an entrance--made sensitive and... needy.

Caleb poured lube up and down his cock and pumped it a few times while he studied Travis in the mirror. Then Caleb got in front of Travis and he no longer needed to look at his reflection. His head fell backwards and he nearly sighed in relief. Before he could, though, something meaty and heavy slapped down on his crack. Caleb ground his shaft up and down the griffin's cock.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to enjoy breaking this open."

Travis kept his mouth shut and tried to recover his resistance. The panties he wore strained nearly to a breaking point. His shaft, all twelve inches, pushed out against the fabric, leaving it sticky and slick with precum and his mess from the earlier orgasm. His cock bowed a little straining with the fabric, but both held in a tense balance with the other.

Something firm and big shoved against Travis' entrance. His larynx leapt in a little gasp, but before his hole yielded, Caleb said, "Come on pet, beg for my cock."

Panting, Travis met Caleb's gaze and said, "I'd rather die."

"But would you rather me wait until Janine is on her way home before I start fucking you?"

Travis cursed, ears folded backwards. Already he felt that hollow in him open bigger. The humiliation ate away at him, but his cock remained stubbornly aroused by all this. He knew--he did not want to admit it but he knew his body enjoyed this. His body did. Not Travis. His mind was still his own. Travis turned his head away from Caleb and said, "Fuck me, sir."

"Come on, Trav. Look at me."

He scowled at Caleb and said, "Just fuck me!"

"You can be more convincing."

Humiliation boiling, Travis whined. A frustrated sound more directed at the situation than any physical need, but it added to the show when he said, "Please master, fuck me."

"Closer, keep going," Caleb ordered as he started pushing.

Travis took a deep breath and spilled all kinds of things women had told him since he started working as a bull. "Please give me your cock. I need it. I'm ju-just a needy slut. Fuck, fuck fuck," he felt his entrance yielding, "yes that's it master, fuck me fuck my pussy please."

"Heh, good girl," Caleb whispered before Travis' asshole finally caved in.

Caleb watched the helpless griffin make a shaky groan. The kangaroo sighed as tight heat embraced his dick. The slick, prepped pucker flexed around the first few inches of his dick. Caleb rested his hands on Travis' hamstrings and took a moment to just tease his cockhead to the rim then back in. Travis was off in his own world, quaking, tail and wings beating up in little motions. Caleb knew he won. Even if he came before Travis he bet the griffin would come calling for more. Travis' face was one of dazed confusion and pleasure. Something he would want again and again. Caleb would make sure.

"Feels good, doesn't it, pet?"

"Hah-ah! Fuck fuck fuck, it's so much," Travis whined.

"It's just the tip."

Travis' head fell backwards in a despairing moan. Caleb could guess what was going through the griffin's mind. The kangaroo got on the balls of his feet and began gently pumping more and more, each push inward feeding the hungry griffin a little more of his cock. As he did this, Caleb said, "It's okay to want this, pet."

"I do-don't--"

"But you feel so good," Caleb insisted. "Look at your cock, I've not even touched it. I bet if I did I could get you to blow three or four times before I finished inside you." The griffin's massive red breeder bobbed and flexed in response. "Some people are born to serve others... and you, you feel good serving me, don't you?"

Travis did not answer. He shut his eyes, panting now through his nares. Caleb shook his head. The griffin wasn't there yet. The kangaroo had got two thirds of his dick inside the griffin at that point. When he started pulling out, Travis' body went a little taut, like Caleb's cock was a bow drawn backwards against a violin string. Caleb adjusted his grip on the griffin's legs to keep them pinned in place before he pounded the length of his dick into the slutty pet. Travis' beak opened, but perhaps the violin string snapped, for no sounds issued from the griffin's throat. Caleb, huffing, adjusted his footing, and finally started fucking his pet.

All that pressure inside him turned from a confusing slurry of fullness and pain to fullness and pleasure. Travis' lower body roiled with sensations. Caleb's thrusts were fast and shallow, enough to make his nuts smack a staccato against Travis' firm butt. The kangaroo stayed deep enough to rub Travis' prostate raw. He could not even muster the strength to squeeze down and try to slow Caleb's assault. That dick stirred up all this heat in his body. It left Travis' nuts aching. He knew that unless Caleb was on a hair trigger, Travis was going to fucking cum. He couldn't stop it. His cock felt like it was struggling to hold it back. As if cum was already, slowly, working its way down his shaft as he tried to hold this back. He wanted to believe it was to win this fight, but that wasn't it. No, Travis just wanted to draw out this agony long as possible. Like some greedy slut.

"You look like your close," Caleb growled. "Can you really not hold back? You know, most gay men don't even get off hands free, pet."

Travis wanted to beg him to shut up, but all that came out his mouth was an anguished melody of moans.

"You told me you weren't gay, and maybe you're not. But you are a cock slut, aren't you."

Travis whined, the pressure in his balls grew tighter and tighter.

"Say it, pet."

"I'm... mmph, ah c-cock slut!"

"Again!" Caleb spat, fucking Travis faster.

It was coming, the griffin could not stop it. Could not fight it. But he could wring every morsel of pleasure from this. And it felt good shout, "I'm a cock slut! A slut! I--ah!--god I love cock--" whatever other taboo confessions he might fling were lost in the ether as his nut finally hit.

Caleb laughed, "Thaaaat's it pet." The griffin's cock lurched inside the strained fabric. Cum shot through the fabric, and even slowed by it that first spurt hit Travis' beak. A river of cum flooded through the fabric. Caleb kept fucking Travis through it, his tunnel coming alive to clench and milk Caleb's cock. The kangaroo stud slowed his strokes to a teasing pace. He cupped and squeezed the griffin's heavy balls as they pumped more swimmers onto Travis' now messy stomach. Most of the cum smeared all across the griffin's muscular abdomen, turning his fine dark coat into a tangled mess of seed that just continued to leak, even after Caleb pulled out of him.

Travis lost time under the blazing intensity of his orgasm. Nothing had ever felt that good. When he came to, he noticed his numb legs had slumped to the floor. Caleb leered over him, dick still hard and dripping precum. He had not even finished. Travis hadn't even gotten that far with the kangaroo.

Caleb leaned down and yanked Travis' face to him. "You're mine, pet slut."

Travis' throat was a little raw from all the noise he had made. He struggled with something to say, something to protest. But there was nothing to say. A contract was a contract, an agreement an agreement. And some rotten part of him, the hollow part of him, was _warmed_by Caleb's words.

***

Caleb never let Travis get him off, but he did put the big grey and black griffin through more pleasures and humiliation. First Caleb got Travis hard again before sounding his cock with his own feather. His pride and joy plundering his cock until frothy cum spilled out the urethra in a humiliating orgasm. Then Caleb throat fucked him till he was gagging and coughing before Travis was forced to bounce on a dildo while Caleb jerked him off. Travis got used to saying all kinds of degrading things about himself. He went along with it, telling himself this had an end. Janine would be home eventually.

Caleb could not wait for the otter to get back. While he ordered Travis to clean up their mess and himself, the kangaroo took the griffin's phone and deftly set the otter up. She couldn't wait to get home, because Travis, being such a generous and dirty lover, had managed to convince a certain kangaroo alpha to cuck him. And the best part was, the griffin would never know.

When the tread of Travis' heavy feet walked down the hall, Caleb looked up to see a cleaned griffin looking at him. "Everything is covered up, sir." The griffin glanced at a clock hanging over the front door. "Are you going to leave soon or..."

"Not just yet," Caleb said. He held up the collar beside him and ordered, "Put this back on."

Travis did, silently.

Caleb got up and stroked under the griffin's chin. "That's a good pet."

Travis' tail whipped back and forth in agitation.

"Grab that chair from the kitchen and take it into the bedroom with me."

He brusquely did as he was told. Caleb directed him to set the chair in the corner of the bedroom and sit in it. Only when the kangaroo went to his bag and grabbed some fine rope did the griffin ask, "What are you doing?"

"Tying you down."

"Janine will be out of class in about five minutes."

"Don't worry, she messaged you and said she was going to get some food with some friends," Caleb lied. "We have time for some more fun."

The griffin's expressive tail continued to whip around, but he simply nodded and said, "Fair enough."

Carefully, deliberately, Caleb used his cuffs from earlier to bind Travis' hands behind his back before tying wings and arms against the chair, wrapping several lengths of rope around the griffin's wide torso. Next he tied Travis' ankles to the legs of the chair. Truly, if the big griffin wanted he might break free, but then Travis would be out a chair, and what would really be the point of that? After everything that he already let happen, did he really need to just keep fighting pointlessly? The more he went along the sooner this ended.

That's what he told himself. He ignored the part of him that was enjoying being naked and restrained.

Finally, Caleb gagged Travis, stuffing a ball gag into his beak.

"Comfy?"

The griffin snorted.

Caleb went back to his bag. He brought out a bullet vibrator and a small, padded clamp. Travis shuddered when Caleb shoved the bullet inside his sheath before pushing his soft cock and vibrator down the sheath and clamping his sheath closed.

"You know when I knew I had you?"

Travis rolled his eyes.

"Heh, be good pet," Caleb warned, patting Travis' beak patronizingly. "It was when you came inside your sheath. Want to see if we can do that again." Caleb held a remote control, and, smirking, touched a button. The vibrator turned on, and Travis' entire sheath began to buzz with sensation. His nares flared and he panted a little. The clamp kept his cock from getting hard, but he still squirmed what little he could in his seat. He felt those vibrations down to his balls. It made his sheath feel hot and messy.

Over the sound of the vibrator and Travis' whimpering, Caleb told him, "I lied about your girl, by the way." Travis' eyes went wide, but before he tried to fight this Caleb touched his beak, "Don't fuss now, pet. She's expecting this. I've been texting her, remember? She thinks you're into being this--getting tied down and cucked. And if were honest, I think my pet would love to see his master's cream pie leaking from her pussy, yeah?"

Travis thought that hollow in him could not get any larger, but still Caleb pushed the boundaries of what was acceptable. He should have killed the kangaroo when he had the rage and will. But now this was a hopeless struggle. Like resisting the pleasure filling his sheath and heating up his body anew.

At that moment, they both heard the front door open. Janine asked, "Travis?"

"In here, Janine," Caleb said. "The cuck is tied up at the moment."

Caleb stepped out and Travis heard the two talk.

"Oh, well, it's nice to meet you Caleb."

"Hehe, good to meet you, too."

Travis gut filled with dread at how insidiously charming Caleb sounded. If the otter knew what that bastard did to Travis today she would be calling the cops! He could not speak, though. And he was not sure he was willing to tell Janine at this point. All of this humiliated him enough without letting his girlfriend know how bad everything had gotten.

"So have you two ever done something like this before?"

Janine laughed. "Hah, no, I never expected Travis to even consider doing something like this. He's always so protective out in public--even gets possessive around my guy friends."

"You know how it is with big tough guys sometimes. The hardest part can be getting vulnerable."

"That is so true--I can tell I'm going to like you Caleb."

"Heh, here's hoping I do a good enough job that you both keep liking me."

"Awww, are you nervous?"

"A little, yeah, I've only done this twice before. And that was with some friends from high school who asked me to."

"Oh, you're such a sweetheart, I'm sure you'll do great."

"How about we check on Travis?"

"Hehe, I almost forgot about him for a moment," the otter said. They both walked into the room and Janine gasped. "Oh my... god... Travis?"

Travis couldn't look at her. Ears folded, he tried to turn away.

"He asked me to leave him like that," Caleb said, touching the small of the otter's back.

"I don't believe it," Janine whispered. But Travis knew she did. Travis knew Janine thought no one could tie up Travis like this unless he asked them to.

"Why don't you have a seat on the bed, me and Travis are eager to get started."

"Oh you are, are you?"

Caleb chuckled and, hand on Janine's chin, led her into a kiss. The otter let out a surprised gasp, but then leaned her body against Caleb's. Her fingers brushed the back of the sandy kangaroo's coat, moaning a little as their kiss became more intense. Travis saw their tongues pass back and forth, and he saw all the little things of Janine's arousal: her tail twitching upwards and lifting her skirt, her left heel lifting up, her hands roving across Caleb's body faster and faster. Travis soon enough even smelled her arousal. Caleb did, too. The kangaroo pushed his fingers under the hem of her skirt and rubbed her mound. Janine quaked, lifting her tail high enough that Travis saw Caleb's fingers in her pussy, wriggling, thrusting, teasing her still panty-clad sex. The fabric was getting very wet.

When Caleb broke the kiss, Janine was panting and a little glazed over with desire. She mumbled, "I forgot, uh, how good kissing could be."

Caleb pulled her against his chest and whispered in her ear, watching Travis as he asked, "When was the last time you had your cunt ate out?"

Janine shivered. "Fuck, years."

Caleb smirked for Travis and said, "Why don't you get your clothes off and we can fix that?"

Janine let go of Caleb and started stripping. Caleb took off his pants again--refraining from underwear this time. His dick was already stiff, hanging heavy from its weight. Its scent mixed in the air and Travis' nares flared. He wiggled in his seat. Seeing Caleb's dick out excited him. He hated that, but... his cock throbbed inside his sheath. That vat of fleshy masculinity was filling up with precum. He felt hot and boiling down there and there was nothing he could do to stop it or any of this.

Even if there was, he wasn't sure he would want to.

After flashing Travis, Caleb turned around and Janine gasped. "Oh fuck, you are big." She sat at the edge of the bed, sleek and lithe and sexy.

"Bigger than this cuck?" Caleb asked, nodding toward Travis.

Janine bit her lip and, playing along, said, "He's tiny compared to you."

Travis had the bigger dick! But it did not matter how hot and hung he was right now. His dick was trapped in his sheath, vibrating with pleasure while these two both humiliated him.

Gagged, his moan from across the room was muffled but heard plainly.

Both otter and kangaroo grinned at each other conspiratorially.

"Lie back for me, babe," Caleb said with more confidence. Janine did, giggling. "Spread yourself."

Janine followed orders without question. Caleb knelt at the foot of the bed. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and tugged her butt onto his shoulders. At first she laughed at being manhandled before it turned into a moan. Arms still wrapped around her thighs to keep her in place, Caleb buried his face in her sex. Janine's hips bucked.

Tongue deep in a bitch's cunt, Caleb almost forgot about Travis. He squeezed those thighs to his face: the heat and scent of this slut made Caleb's dick ache. He needed to be inside Janine, but Caleb wanted to really put this bitch through her paces. That messy little vent drooled all over his chin. Janine had been hot and bothered by Caleb all day, and now that she was in this scenario, she melted for the kangaroo. Her walls squeezed tighter and tighter. Caleb knew the time right and wrapped his lips around Janine's clit and forced three fingers inside her cunt.

"Oh fuck!" Janine screamed while Caleb finger-fucked her and sucked her clit roughly. She came a few moments later, juices pouring across Caleb's chin. And Caleb could not wait any longer, he stood and spread Janine's limp legs. Caleb loved when a bitch was like this. Girl or guy. So numb with pleasure he could do anything with their body.

His dick sank inside Janine with a wet squelch. Travis had left her pussy loose and sloppy by the time Caleb got to it. But that messy heat was still wet and felt good raw. He did not even know if Janine was on birth control. It didn't give him pause though. He grabbed Janine's legs and pulled them up to her shoulders and hilted the bitch in a single stroke. She gave him a fluttering moan as her femme cum dripped around his fat cock. He bent double and kissed her, the otter wrapping her arms around his neck to eagerly receive his lips.

Travis grit his beak, whimpering while he watched those two thrash together. He began humping his hips in little desperate motions to try and help his orgasm along. His sheath felt full of his slick, like he was the one with a cunt. And that vibrator continued to buzz all over his length, teasing him to no end. But really it was those two on the bed driving him crazy. The bedroom now stank of Janine's sloppy sex. And she did not hold anything back for Caleb, praising the teenager and telling him how better of a fuck he was. Those words made Travis hot. Humiliation was quickly just becoming another state of pleasure.

Caleb climbed onto the bed, feet hanging off it and tail raised. He fucked down into Janine's body and the bed made her practically bounce up and down on the full length of his cock. Like her bottom half was a punching bag springing back into Caleb's hips on each thrust. From this position, Travis had a clear view Caleb's drenched dick. Janine's femme cum coated the long organ. His balls smacked wetly against her. She started cumming again just then, screaming into Caleb's shoulder. Each push and pull out clear liquid sprayed out her pussy. One wave, two, three, four. Travis knew Caleb was giving her the kind of pleasure Travis and Janine rarely reached together. And knowing that just made him moan. His eyes rolled back in his head and he began cumming in his chair.

The griffin's back arched, body locked in spasm. That vibrator almost hurt inside his sheath as cum spewed from his cock. Despite how many times Caleb made him cum today, Travis' sheath flooded with seed. His balls worked in overtime as his nut filled out his sheath in a way it never had before. It was a strange, bubbling heat that left him struggling for breath. His sheath swelled like a water balloon, flesh pulled tight against that clamp until it was pinching again. But even that pain felt good. Made him think, I'm just some cockless bitch cuck. He was a bitch. A fucking weak ass bitch meant to be walked on by real studs. God, why did thinking like this just turn him on more and more? He was panting, head fallen to the side, sheath swollen full of cum, and off in his dazed little world. He barely noticed Janine begging Caleb to knock her up:

"Come on stud, breed me, fuck I want to feel your cum in me--ah!"

Caleb bit down on her shoulder. His wet hips met hers and finally, finally, he let himself cum. Janine squealed when his cock leapt inside her and hosed her cervix in seed. Her womb quickly flooded with young, virile teenage spunk. Caleb held her tight while she squirmed. His balls flexed and churned against her ass while cum filled her until it started leaking from her sloppy pussy. She touched his cheek and Caleb let go of her shoulder to kiss her. Janine's lips were needy and sweet, and she kept moaning and cooing into his mouth as if she wanted her noises to urge him along. He allowed himself this momentary bliss. Her slutty pussy milked his cock while she bit his bottom lip, sucked on it a moment, then pushed her tongue into his mouth.

Damn, if Alpha Delta Omega took girls he might have brought her in, too. As it was, he would enjoy weaseling his way into more evenings like this.

Janine sighed happily when Caleb pulled out. With his cock came a brief waterfall of cum that poured down her tail. Giggling, she caressed Caleb's cheek. "You made a mess stud."

"Heh, I think we both did."

"Mmhmm, you were really good."

"Better than Travis?"

"Don't push your luck stud," she said with a mischievous grin.

Oh he was definitely going to push it in the future.

She rolled Caleb off her and shakily sat up. She asked, "You okay, hun?"

"Heh, I'd say he's had more fun than we did."

Travis, did not look at either of them. He was worried he had enjoyed himself more than the other two.

***

The big griffin never changed his lock screen. Whenever he saw Caleb's dick there it filled him with a taboo excitement. It was like he had this great slutty secret, and all it might take is a friend glancing over while Travis was trying to text someone. It was... far too enticing a thought.

Caleb released Travis shortly after he finished in Janine. The rest of the night was dreamlike. First, both Janine and Caleb cleaned up Travis'. The confused griffin unsure how to act when his master and girlfriend both cleaned then licked then sucked his cock to another orgasm. Then they all cleaned up, and Caleb ordered them takeout. They ate together with the kangaroo, as if he was a good friend and not... well Travis wished he could say monster, but he did not know what to think. When the night ended, he had lied awake, trying to puzzle out if he liked the kangaroo or not.

Then two days later, Caleb sent Travis a text. It was an address and a message that said, "Come alone, pet."

Travis told himself he was doing this because Caleb had not paid him the remaining money, and Travis had no clue when the contract stated he could expect the money. But gnawing underneath that reason was the simple fact he wanted to see Caleb again. Wanted to be used again.

When Travis knocked on the door to Caleb's studio apartment, the kangaroo opened the door. He said, "You made good time, pet."

"You were timing me?" Travis asked as he stepped inside.

"Yes," Caleb said, "I wanted to see if you'd come right here."

"I did."

"Heh, you sure did, huh?" Caleb swung the door shut with his tail. He wore only his boxers and rested a hand on Travis' shoulder. "On your knees, pet." Travis did as he was told without even a second thought. Caleb stroked his beak, "You've gotten so obedient."

Ears flattening, Travis muttered, "I'm just trying to hurry this up, sir."

"You keep telling yourself that." Caleb pulled down his boxers and that musky cock, large even when soft dangled before Travis' beak. "Get me hard, pet." Travis leaned forward and rubbed his beak against the kangaroo's heavy nuts. He took in that comforting musk while grabbing Caleb's shaft and stroking it. As he got his master hard, Caleb told him, "You may have a beak, but alphas like me can still use your throat. We're going to spend today fucking that gag reflex right out of you. Need to have you ready take a lot more dick than mine for induction night."

"Induction night?"

Caleb pushed the griffin's face back into his balls. "Don't you worry pet. Just focus on me."

With his master's musky source of masculinity in front of him, how could the broken griffin not?