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To those of you reading these journals, you must think it all went perfectly. It didn't. Nothing so life-changing as what I experienced comes easy, unless you're ridiculously lucky or are such a blank sheet that the universe has no option but to write on you.

I've told you how the gryphons came, but I didn't really tell you about how the world changed almost overnight.

During the first few hours, when we detected the false light from their ships warping in to our solar system, the news that we weren't alone in the universe went global like a firestorm. After the first few days of their prodigious arrival, we knew we were no longer the strongest sapient creatures in the universe. And after the first few weeks, we discovered we weren't even the smartest, or at least not the most capable.

We're not sure who launched nuclear warheads at the gryphons' ships, but the whole world watched them fail, one after another. The whole world then heard how *all* nuclear warheads across the planet were rendered inert. We still don't know how they did it, but any attempt to muster nuclear capability, we have since been informed, will be met with swift and decisive action.

Officially, no nation on Earth has attempted to try their luck. Unofficially? I think there have been a few.

The gryphon are... large. Muscular, fast, intelligent, hardy and blessed with natural weaponry, they are more than a match for almost any red blooded human male. When a little over a billion of them arrived in our lands to join us on our planet, we learned how true this was.

There are tales of the cargo cults from the second world war, of how ignorant natives built conn towers out of palm trees and headphones out of coconuts in attempts to call down the sky gods that brought more food than the wretched natives had ever seen in one place... we fancied ourselves beyond that. We were wrong.

We studied their culture as much as we studied their biology and technology, what of it they allowed us access to, and the result was supplantation.

First we learned to accept their notions of family and behaviour, then we adopted them. In gryphon culture, we -- sorry, *they* -- revere both the masculine and feminine. Human culture had long since lost its way; in our rush for equality, we forgot what it meant to be male and female. In our hurry to liberate women from being kept barefoot and pregnant, we taught our females to abhor the feminine. In our eagerness to show men they could embrace their feminine side, we taught our males to hate the masculine.

The gryphon, though... their males were manly, their females were feminine and it became impossible to ignore and not revere their alpha nature. Ill prepared to face our own lack of conviction, gryphons became the standard that women, men, girls and boys all looked up to... but could not reach.

To the gryphon, when a male wants something, he takes it. There is a strongly ritualized system of challenge that gives a male alpha gryphon the right to whatever he wants.

That included us.

It was legal, because we had no choice but to allow it. Sanction it, even, in the name of equality. Nobody expected that would lead to gryphons with harems of human females, but it did. Fewer still expected a gryphon and a human mating would lead to offspring, but again, it did.

The first chicks from gryphon males took the world by storm. Human females were found to be gravid rather swiftly, only instead of a live birth as with a human male, they would birth an egg during the second trimester, which would develop over another ninety days or so before hatching into a gryphon chick.

Something was decidedly different in gryphon genetics, or something entirely other was happening within the womb, but this was no clone, no surrogacy. Rarely there were twins -- very rarely -- in either two eggs or one, but usually instead of the clutches gryphon females would bear, came a single chick. Male gryphon preferred this to their own females, it seemed, as whilst their family structure was extended, it was not that extended.

So it was that it became the norm for a gryphon male to take one or more human females into his harem, mate with them to produce offspring and raise the one or more chicks that resulted as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

When a gryphon male took a married human female -- whether her spouse was male or female -- the compromise was that both became 'married' to the gryphon.

To you alpha humans, you know how it went.

The betas, the cucks -- the vast majority, when faced with the pure masculinity of male gryphons -- either gave up their women or joined them... and when claimed by the alpha, she became his bride, and they made do with rosie palm and her five friends, or ended up kicked to the curb.

My alpha, Orion, put up with my pathetic sexually frustrated mewlings for almost a full two weeks before he called me on it.

It was the most painful, most liberating experience of my life. In more ways than one.

***

The move in to Orions domain was far from smooth. The communal areas were anathema to me as I skulked around like a kicked puppy. I sullenly ate the food provided, I glowered from the other side of the sleep-chamber as Orion fucked Susan nightly, then tried to deal with my own throbbing erection in the dark whilst not thinking about Orion's large, meaty cock sliding in and out of the pussy he'd claimed on the beach.

If you've ever played pink elephants, you'll know how well *that* worked.

Orion gave it two weeks before he stepped in. One morning as I got up in frustration to follow Susan to the bathroom, Orion put a claw out.

"You wait," he said.

"What the fuck?" I swore at him, trying to push his claw away. "I'm not some--"

He shoved me back into the pillows. "Some spoiled brat? Yes, David, you are. You are a pathetic, whiny, worthless little child. You stink of stale cum and frustration and if you think I'm going to let you slink into the bathroom to harass my woman, you've got another thing coming. You will wait your turn and then you will clean yourself properly and find some self-respect."

"H-harass?" I hissed. I balled up my fists. "She's my *wife*!" I launched myself at him, but a back-handed slap from a front claw sent me flying.

"She *was* your wife, you pathetic mewling excuse for a male! Now she is *my* female!" Orion stood on his hind legs, over eight feet tall and imposingly powerful as his voice boomed. "You could have stood up for her on the beach, stood up for your claim to her and you *didn't*. Only now when I deny you your attempt to force that cocklet of yours between her legs whilst she tries to clean herself from a proper rutting do you muster an ounce of the fire a true male should have!"

His front claws slammed down on either side of my body. A third meaty slap drew my gaze as his thick cock too slapped on the ground.

"I relieved you of your responsibility to your woman on that beach. You know why she let me mount her? Why she writhed in orgasm so powerful she could barely walk home with my seed dripping between her legs?"

"N--" I began, eyes wide, as the gryphon walked his way up my body.

"Because I've been fucking her for months. She was unsatisfied without a true male in her life, and I--" Orion paused. I studied his face for that moment, and even through my childish rage I saw something... noble.

"You *what*?" I spat.

"This is not the way true males act, David," he said, looking at me. "As soon as I found out about you, I made things *right*."

I choked on my anger as he spoke. "You *fucked* her! You fucking animal, you *fucked* her! In front of me! How is that--"

He slapped me again, gently this time, gently enough to not leave my ears ringing at least. "I claimed a female who didn't lust for you, and for whom you felt no lust. I freed both of you from your pathetic lie of a marriage. At least, that was my initial intention. Then I saw how you watched me."

I said nothing, but my gaze slid down his body.

"So now," continued Orion, "I give you two options. One, you may leave. Get up, get clothes on -- or don't, I care not -- and leave, your duty discharged. Or two, submit."

"S-submit?" I asked, weakly.

"I have seen the way you look at me. Your puny cocklet aches for something it can no longer have, but I can show you pleasure you have scarcely dreamed of. If you submit."

He walked up my body again, but time stepping right over. He dragged his heavy cock and balls up my legs to my crotch -- our members briefly kissing -- before he continued onwards, precum painting a streak of slick stickyness across my chest and face.

"I could fight you!" I sputtered, trying to wipe gryphon precum from my face yet only succeeding in smearing it over my mouth and lips, filling my nostrils with his musk.

"You could. I would win. And then I would *kick* you out, in shame. None will take you, David. Not gryphon, not man, if I kick you to the curb for being a churlish waste of breath. So fight me, worm. Fight, flee or submit. This is your reckoning, make your choice!"

He reared up. I stood, and charged. He easily swatted me. I stood again, and was knocked to the ground by a dismissive wing-slap that left me face down amongst the pillows. I could still smell where he'd slept, surrounded as I was by his male musk. A claw tenderly stroked at my bare backside. Gently he lifted me to my knees by my crotch. His beak eased between my cheeks and a probing tongue left me gasping.

"You don't want to fight me," he said, his voice near my ear. I looked at his claws, placed either side of my head. He was above me now. I felt his cock land on my back. "I have seen you, David. I have seen how you look at me, how you long for me."

"I d-don't," I moaned, but I didn't move.

"Prove it, then. Get up. Get up, and *I* will leave. You can have your sham of a marriage back, your woman if she will take you."

I didn't move.

"Get up. Or... submit." I felt his cock moving down my back. "That's all you have to do. Get up and I'll leave." He lifted his cock from my back.

"P-please--" I whispered.

"Please what?" he rumbled, next to my ear. I turned to look at his dark yet expressive eyes.

"D-don't m-make m-me... decide."

"Then you submit."

"Please," I said again, and then something inside me broke. I lowered my face to the floor, shimmied my hips into the air and panted, sobbing, waiting.

Orion was gentle, now. Very gentle. It helped that gryphon cocks are tapered, for all their size and girth. His entry to my most private place was slow and measured, teasing even. The copious amounts of slick precum painted my hole as he sought entrance before he eased the tip in. I gasped, for all he was barely penetrating past my ring. He rumbled like an enormous cat as he took me for his second mate. His cock, still slick from rutting Susan, slid in ridge after ridge as he pushed against me, holding one claw under my chest. With each spurt in progression, I gasped, as his masculine girth filled me more and more. Eventually, after what seemed like an age, he began rocking against my body, warbling. I met his motion with my own as the pain of popping my cherry was replaced with the burning heat of mating. Slowly, deep inside my body, in a place I'd never truly felt before, there was a kind of... pressure. It made it hard to breathe. It made me see stars. It made me curl my toes. It made me--

Before I knew it, I was gasping and moaning in the throes of a prostate-powered orgasm as Orion bottomed out and his fuzzy balls slapped against my cheeks. I came there and then as hot ropes of cum sprayed onto the sheets in my first hands-free orgasm. I wedged myself into the bed, writhing in his musk and scent as I felt my gryphon lover let loose in an animalistic explosion of passion. His boiling gryphon cum bathed my insides as his huge cock pulsed rhythmically. I felt his balls tighten as they emptied themselves into me, and the pair of us crashed sideways into a heap.

I whimpered, toes still uncurling as I half-heartedly pulled at my now-limp cock in a vain attempt to reclaim some of that power. Surprisingly, my hand was joined by a claw before I was covered by wings. Orion's beaked snapped at my hair, preening me, as his cock finally deflated enough to slide out.

"I w-wish I could... hold your seed better," I whispered.

"Mayhap I will gift you something for that, my beta," Orion rumbled sleepily. I closed my eyes, unwilling to move far. I did, however, turn into his chest. I placed my cock against his, still slick with my juices as much as his own. I was tiny compared to him. But it no longer mattered.

Footseps made me turn my head. Susan had returned from the bathroom.

"All better?" she asked. I knew what she meant.

***

After Orion 'explained' things to me, my life improved markedly. Before, I was... listless, lost amongst a world I didn't really understand. Discontent. After Orion, though, none of that mattered.

Slavery is a dirty word. Some in our wide, wide world call what the gryphon brought us 'slavery', but for me, I know this is not true. What Orion brought me was respect. First it was respect for him, and then it was respect for myself.

"Get up," he told me, as he dismounted, pulling his long, thick bestial cock from my ass. I couldn't, for a moment. I could barely stand, when I did, my knees were weak like jelly. His cum ran in rivulets down my legs, leaking from my well-bred man-pussy. "Stand there until Susan gets back," he ordered.

I nodded. My wife -- Orion's mate -- had strode through our shared bedroom into her dressing room to put some clothes on, ready for work.

"Y-yes, sir," I said. I did as I was bid, knees still knocking. Finally, Susan returned once more.

"This is nice," she said, "my two men getting along. Orion, dear, David's leaking all over the sheets."

"I know, mate. It will do for this place to start to bear my scent. I wanted him to show himself to you. We have no secrets in this house. Stand up straight, beta."

I straightened. I'd been cowering in shame, barely understanding I'd been doing it, as my wife looked over at me. Her face held a mixture of emotions I couldn't really place. Fear? Disgust? ...Arousal? Jealousy? Maybe even... pride?

"This is what it means to be under a griffon like myself, wife, beta." He looked at Susan and then me in turn, fixing us with his wide, dark eyes. "You are both mine, to take as I wish. Susan, you will bear me chicks. David, you will see to my needs when my woman is too gravid. You both belong to *me*... and to each other. Feel between his legs, woman. Taste my seed from his tailhole. This is an order, from your alpha."

I swallowed, apprehensively, then turned, sheepishly. Susan had never gone down on me, claiming she didn't like it. I'd never pushed the issue. Now... first she touched my legs, running her hands up the inside of my thigh. I was instantly hard again. I gasped as she bent her head, tongue flicking lightly like some sort of snake, tasting my master's seed.

"Good. Now go, wife."

I whimpered, bucking my hips, as her hot breath washed over the tip of my aching cock. I almost painted her face. Grabbing it, I came into my hand, grinding my teeth together as she stalked out of the room, her hips swaying seductively.

"It is good you restrained yourself, beta. Perhaps I should look into properly caging you, if you feel you are unable to contain yourself... would you like that?" his deep voice mocked me, but not unkindly. His words shook my body with its majesty and timbre.

I could not answer. The thought of this beast doing *that* to me... a chastity cage? That was all he could mean by 'caging'. The thought was... awful to me, and yet... and yet I was drawn. I had visions of this gigantic beast bending his gaze and his front paws to my crotch, lowering the symbol of my servitude over my cock and locking it away, where it would grow smaller and smaller, my balls constricted and shrinking, useless, for I would hardly need them again. It frightened me, and yet it bit into my mind with teeth every bit as steely as the chastity device itself as I imagined it, and would not let go. I whimpered, cumming again.

"Maybe I shall reward you, hmm? But for now, David, you are permitted to clean yourself up. You are relieved from your human position, I and my wife -- for now, whilst she is still not so gravid with my chick -- bring in enough for you to take up your proper position as my servant. You will will clean yourself, and then you will clean this house. And after that, you will see to training your body and mind in my service, and when I return, you will have food ready for me and my wife."

I goggled. I was... relieved?

"I have already taken the liberty of informing your previous employer. They understand, they are owned and run by gryphons, after all. You are on a sabbatical, until my chick's egg is laid at least. Mayhap I will have you sit it, depending on my wife's disposition towards granting me another chick. You humans lay less than our hens, but it does tax you more and I am not... unkind. But these musings are my own and not for you. I will leave you now, and you will do as I have bid."

With that, Orion turned his great black and tan body around, and strode from the room.

I immediately masturbated furiously to the memory of his mounting me, before collapsing on the bed again with thoughts of chastity cages, ornate locks and keys dangling from my master's neck. It was all very confusing, but I could not help myself. At all.