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Flynn’s House Party

Flynn stood out, to say the least, among his friends. He was a gryphon, with the striking red feathers of a cardinal adorning his upper half, and the pardine markings of an ocelot on his lower body. His friends sometimes joked about how he stole all the attention in the room, and in a way, he did. He quite social and rather flirty, but more than anything it was simply his looks, which he'd always been rather proud of. Sometimes, though, he found himself pondering how popular he’d be if he happened to have the upper half of a sparrow or an owl instead, and what he’d have to do to be noticed without his colorful appearance.

Of course, he also took good care of himself, with meticulous grooming and regular visits to the gym, which left him rather toned. But in the end, it came down to luck rather than any particular effort. He glanced over at his friends; most of them were already here, bar for Duke. There was Jace, a red fox who was quite beautiful in his own right and emphasized it by being rather effeminate for a gay man, currently slowly dancing by himself as he waited for the other guests to arrive. Toby, a hyena, who was certainly handsome, but in the end, a plain muscular hyena who didn’t stand out nearly as much, bar for his practical attitude and gruff demeanor. Duke, who was late – he had decided that he needed to hit the gym before coming to the party, to work off some of the calories that he’d soon be imbibing – was a brown wolf.

Naavar was almost as striking as himself, being a purple lizard with little spots covering his entire body. Currently, he was working on something on his phone, next to the last two friends, Blake and Cory, a zebra and a pony, who were both a little chubby, and currently talking about whatever went on at work over their pints of beer.

Flynn shook his head. He wasn’t the type to judge anyone based on their appearance, and he was attracted to most men, as his friends well knew and sometimes groaned about, owing to his rather flirty nature. Jace – more so than even Flynn himself – and Toby were openly gay, as was Naavar. Duke was pansexual, and the two equines, while they preferred women, were heteroflexible, so nobody really minded his playful attitude, which he was more than a little grateful for. It allowed him to be his usual self.

They didn’t have much planned for the evening, beyond a card game and some casual drinking. More than a party, it was an excuse to just get to hang out and catch up with each other. Most of them had known each other for a long time now, and had become good friends, which was also something Flynn appreciated, given that he was perfectly aware of how hard making friends in adulthood was.

Emphasis on friends. Sex was easy, as a gay man, especially one with his striking looks, but it didn’t really scratch the same itch, enjoyable as it was. Getting his cock sucked simply wasn’t the same as a good conversation with friends… that then led to getting his cock sucked. Flynn was half hard just imagining it, even though he wasn’t really expecting to get laid tonight. Maybe he’d suggest strip poker, so he’d have an excuse to ogle his friends.

Just then, someone knocked on the front door. Flynn was quick to answer, and finally, Duke had arrived. The wolf looked a little sweaty and exhausted, though.

“Sorry, I didn’t have time to take a shower. Takes ages to dry if I do,” he apologized with a little smile. “Worked late too, they just didn’t want to let me go today.”

“Yeah, it happens, but you’re here now!” Flynn smiled, hugging his friend – and noticing, in quite exquisite detail, just how musky the wolf was. It wasn’t a dirty kind of musk, but simply clean, exciting masculinity that made his shaft stir again. Duke had some kind of mutation that left him smelling rather intense, and while he’d warned them all about it – that fact that his musk had some psychoactive properties – but that was mostly only true for his lower half. Around his upper body, he simply smelled amazing. And arousing. He was still hot to the touch, too, with a kind of dominant aura that made most want to submit.

Flynn shook his head, though. It wasn’t really the time for that. Though then again, why not? What if they played strip poker with a forfeit, such as the loser having to blow the winners? He was rather pent up, though he knew half of that was Duke’s musk influencing him. Granted, it was a rather pleasant kind of influence.

“Guys, you up for strip poker?” he called out. “Might as well get a bit rowdy!”

“Sure, why not?” the pony and zebra said, almost in unison.

“You’re gonna lose, though,” Cory added.

Everyone agreed, except for Naavar, who took about ten times longer to decide, seemingly lost in thought, before he finally nodded. He certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea, simply getting distracted by pondering which of the men he wanted to see naked first.

Jace, naturally, was very excited. Flynn had never really figured out if he was a top or a bottom, or perhaps both. The feminine aspects suggested he’d be a bottom, but the gryphon had been surprised so many times that he never just assumed these things, anymore. For all he knew, the fox might have a huge cock and like using it.

Flynn, too, got a little distracted by his horny daydreams, spurred by Duke’s musk. He tried to decide who he hoped would lose and have to blow him, and the answer was all of them. The realization actually made him blush a little – he was somewhat loose when it came to sex – but it wasn’t as if anyone could see it on his brilliant, red face. Cardinal perks, he mused.

They gathered around Flynn’s dining table, which was thankfully big enough to accommodate all seven men. He had gone a little oversized just for occasions like this.

Naavar grabbed the deck of cards and shuffled them with perfect smoothness, almost like a real dealer. The lizard always impressed Flynn with how good he was at various things when he wasn't stumbling over himself due to some misunderstanding or another.

“So, let’s make this a little more interesting,” the cardinal-gryphon grinned. “Only three items per person. Shirt, pants, underwear. And then, a forfeit, for which I think blowjobs would be fine. First loser blows everyone else. I mean, aren’t we all a little pent up by now?”

Everyone agreed, although with varying degrees of eagerness. Jace seemed to be the most excited, but he always looked that way, so Flynn still couldn't tell if the fox would've preferred losing or winning under these rules.

Naavar dealt the cards. Flynn’s expression remained neutral as he looked at his terrible hand. The group didn’t play poker exactly the normal way; the point, after all, was less about winning or losing or even the game itself, and more about having something to talk about or do, particularly for the winners and losers. The rules resembled video poker more than what they played at casinos for money.

But his hand sucked regardless. It didn’t get any better after he switched out a few cards. He found himself looking at the others for any sign, any expressions that theirs might be worse than his pair of jacks. Toby revealed a full house. Naavar himself had a pair of kings. The pony brandished a pair of queens that made Flynn curse silently, and the zebra had three of a kind. Finally, Jace had pulled off the unlikely with a flush after his first and only switch.

No luck today. Being the lowest-scoring hand, he pulled off his shirt with a slight grumble. Normally everyone but the winner would strip, but it was more fun this way. At least if he won, it would be.

“Hey, you know, losing is totally valid too,” Duke grinned, and Flynn scoffed at him. Though with Duke sitting next to him and smelling so musky and wonderful, he really didn’t mind too much. Not like he was ashamed of showing off his body; he’d worked hard for it, on top of getting lucky with his genes. But right now, he really needed to let off some steam, and so, he’d have preferred someone else to lose.

His next hand was worse, and soon Flynn was sitting there in his underwear with the rest of his friends leering at him. On the third, he managed to scrape by with a full house, scraping by as Toby lost his shirt instead, having nothing. Flynn noted his washboard abs and concluded that he’d be quite happy getting blown by the masculine hyena.

But fate had other plans, and after the next hand, Flynn was naked. It was a little embarrassing despite the current company, because he was rock hard from Duke’s scent, and everyone could see it.

“Maybe you should just keep losing on purpose, that'd be fun,” Jace giggled. “Or maybe you already are! I wouldn’t blame you with so many sexy hunks in the same room!”

“Pretty sure he just wants to suck our cocks,” Blake guffawed, gesturing to himself and Cory, and while he wasn’t entirely wrong – they were rather blessed with equine equipment, after all – Flynn found himself rather frustrated over his bad luck.

Duke leaned in. “You know, if you don’t want to be out of the game yet, you could just get take a forfeit right now,” he suggested.

At this point, Duke wasn’t entirely wrong. Flynn did want to win so he’d get his cock sucked.

“If you put on a collar, we’ll give you a free round,” the wolf continued.

Well, that was easy enough! Though, as he clasped the leather around his neck, Flynn couldn’t help but feel a little submissive. Collars always had that effect.

Unfortunately, he kept losing. Each time, the group came up with a clever forfeit, wanting to keep the game going a little longer before the main course. All of them were rather submissive tasks; fetching them drinks, kissing their bulges, but Flynn couldn’t shake that losing streak and eventually got frustrated at his own nudity, as much as he liked his body.

“How about if I blow you, I get my underwear back?” Flynn suggested, and Duke’s maw split into a wide grin.

“Only if the rest of us get to watch,” Naavar chimed in, drawing laughter from both the equines and Toby. “That’s a fair deal, isn’t it?”

Flynn sighed, though only internally. Ah well; it wouldn’t be the first time he sucked Duke’s cock. It would be the first time he did it in front of other people, but…

“Fine,” he commented. “Get those pants off.”

“Oh no, we’re moving to the couch for this,” Duke laughed, standing up. “Better view for everyone there than if you’re just under the table.”

“I mean… fine,” Flynn replied, following Duke to the couch, where the wolf quickly and shamelessly pulled his pants down. His cock looked downright luscious – as always, really – bright red and fully hard in anticipation for his mouth.

“Take a good long sniff too, help you get in the mood, you know,” Duke grinned, reaching forward to pat the gryphon’s feathered head as he laid down on the couch, between the wolf’s legs.

The rest were watching with rapt attention. “That was a lot easier than I thought,” Toby commented.

“Yeah, but he is kind of a slut, just not usually the one servicing people,” Jace replied in his usual giggly tone. “Just like me!”

Oh, there it was. Apparently, the fox preferred being on top. No end to the surprises today, Flynn thought, as he opened his beak and obediently took Duke’s cock into his mouth, all the way down the base. It felt as good as it always did, stretching his throat wide and throbbing warmly against his tongue.

“Good boy,” Duke growled, tensing up as his lupine cock was engulfed.

Flynn proceeded, with fluid expertise, to blow the wolf. He wrapped his fingers around the throbbing base of his cock, squeezing as his tongue lashed over tapered tip eagerly. He had been planning to get the job done quickly so he could win the game, but being so close to Duke’s musky, sweaty balls quickly had him actually wanting to do it, and more so with each breath he took through his nostrils. It was quickly clouding his judgement, and his mind at large, with more of that delicious musk.

The further into his throat he took Duke, the more his nose buried into the wolf’s pubic fluff. It wasn’t the strongest source of his hypnotic, submission-inducing scent, but it was enough to leave Flynn leaking precum onto the couch cushions, a hungry cocklust that he hadn’t felt in a while growing inside him, only much stronger and warmer, almost intoxicating.

No, it was intoxicating, and he wanted more.

“Wow, he’s really getting into it, isn’t he?” Cory noted. “I can’t imagine being that hungry for cock.”

Blake rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you get plenty hungry for having your own cock sucked.”

“That’s different,” Cory protested.

Toby butted in just as Flynn was really starting to slurp on Duke’s shaft, massaging his balls with one hand while the other was squeezing behind the knot. “If you're thinking it's less gay to let a man suck your cock than it is to suck one...” he sighed.

“Gotta say it looks pretty hot, I guess,” Cory admitted. With that, all the attention in the room returned to Flynn and Duke.

Duke was leisurely thrusting his cock into Flynn’s mouth, and sometimes even into his relaxed, if tightly clenching throat. Flynn loved the feeling, as always. He tried not to think of it in entirely submissive terms, like the wolf claiming him by going so deep, or his mouth and throat being used for his pleasure, but rather than he was in control of what Duke felt. But those fantasies rang less and less true with each minute that passed, thanks to the hypnotic musk. He wasn’t in control, but maybe it’d be fine to use that excuse just this once and really enjoy sating his growing hunger.

By now the gryphon needed to feel Duke spurt his cum into his mouth and down his throat. He wanted to taste it, too, that thick, virile load splattered all over his tongue, tangible confirmation that he was a good boy, a good bird. He sped up, bobbing his head quickly until Duke let out a pleasured groan, tapping his head as a friendly warning that he was about to cum.

“Don’t you dare spill a single drop,” the wolf growled, with a surprising, sharp dominance the made Flynn quiver.

Everyone else had grown silent, which made his orgasm all the louder, at least in Flynn’s mind. Duke’s shaft twitched, a heavy throb from the base to the very tip, and then the first thick rope of cum erupted onto his lapping tongue. It tasted just like Duke smelled; musky, appealing, mind-drowning, and though he wanted to taste more, Flynn dutifully let Duke’s orgasming cock slide all the way into his beak, taking the next few pressured spurts of cum as deep into his body as he could, directly down his eager throat. It felt warm, that warm, masculine mess was the kind of proof of Duke's pleasure that Flynn found himself savoring more than anything.

The wolf kept cumming for a while. Canines usually did. By the time he was done, Flynn still held him in his mouth for a little longer, his tongue teasing out whatever dregs of warm, tasty cum he could. Every last drop. He took that command to heart in his increasingly submissive, obedient haze. It wasn’t as if the musk was making him do it; it just enhanced his natural urge to do so.

“Yep, well, he definitely liked that,” Cory huffed. He adjusted himself a little, trying to cover up the obvious bulge in his pants, mostly due to sheer muscle memory. It wasn’t as if anyone here really minded him being rock hard.

“You think he’d do the rest of us? Maybe let us fuck that cute spotty bubblebutt?” Toby grunted. “I think he’d like that.”

“Ya, but I’ll go first with his ass,” Jace chimed in. “Don’t worry, I’ll be done quick.”

Flynn listened to them banter with a growing, invisible blush on his face. He had to look pretty damn slutty with his mouth still on Duke’s cock, so he pulled off and then licked his beak clean, tasting what little cum remained on it.

“I wasn’t really planning to do any more,” he said, to the audible disappointment of everyone else in the room. “I mean, I got a game to win.”

“And I’ve got a cock for someone to suck dry,” Toby laughed, casually unzipping his pants and pulling out what had to be eight inches of firm hyena meat.

“Nah, guys, really, I…” Flynn protested, but then his horny side came through again. Wouldn’t it be great to let everyone at the party enjoy him? It wasn’t as if he didn’t like the fantasy of it, and these were all his friends. Maybe it’d be nice to be community cum dump for the night. “…maybe, if you let me get fully dressed for the next round.”

“I’ll deal you good hands,” Naavar laughed. “If everyone else gets their rocks off it’s only fair.”

“I think it sounds like our good birdie needs some encouragement, though,” Duke pointed out. And then his strong hands grabbed Flynn’s head and forced it down into his crotch, against his large, musky balls, with his nostrils pressed directly into the fluff, the most potent source of his scent. “Take a deep breath and be a good cum dump for us.”

The mix of praise and degradation were already hot enough, and by now Flynn’s whole body was aching for more, almost like what he imagined women in heat went through. The musk certainly inspired what seemed like a similar state in him.

He was perfectly aware that doing what Duke suggested for him to do, he’d almost certainly end up merrily fucked by everyone in the room. He’d be leaking with their cum well into the next day, and with his belly full of it, too. But the more he thought about it, the more the idea turned him on, getting rutted full of cum by men of various shapes and sizes, maybe even making it a regular thing where he’d let them fill him up just for some casual relief. Dropping to his knees to take care of their cocks when asked, or just bending over and raising his tail, letting his ass become a pure object of pleasure and desire for them, to the point they’d probably get hard just looking at it.

By now Flynn wasn’t entirely sure how many of those thoughts were really his and how many were from the submissive haze of Duke’s musk. What he did realize was that he was holding his breath in anticipation, wanting to drag out the moment for as long as possible, but by now his lungs were burning for oxygen, and so, he breathed in, surrendering to the temptation.

The musk hit him like a drug, inhaled directly from the source. It burned in his nostrils and seemed to rush straight for his head, and suddenly the gryphon felt almost drunk. Drunk or high, he couldn’t tell, but he could feel every muscle in his body relaxing, all of those half-formed ideas of letting everyone rut their seed into him suddenly seeming like a brilliant, beautiful idea. The musk-high radiated through his entire body, and Flynn found himself whimpering – a sound rather unusual for the proud gryphon – as it surged to his lower half, leaving him feeling like he was burning up. And he kept huffing, inhaling that wonderful, mind-melting scent eagerly.

He needed cock, and a lot of it. Not that he could actually say that; he couldn’t really find any of his muscles in that moment, at least not consciously.

“Man, that’s pretty handy,” Toby commented, upon seeing the effect of Duke’s musk. “He looks pretty damn ready.”

“We’ll probably need some towels or he’s gonna ruin his couch,” Naavar laughed, and bounced off into the bathroom to get some.

Duke slowly pulled the almost insensate gryphon’s head up and away from his crotch, just to avoid potentially leaving him like that for a long time. They’d all have to work on Monday, and a big enough dose of his musk could very well leave him incapacitated for longer than that. That wasn’t what he wanted to do… at least, not this time.

For now, it was enough to just leave Flynn blisteringly horny and desperately needy all at once. Not quite enough to force him into becoming a cum dump without any agency. No, there was still a choice to be made, and he had to make that choice himself.

And he made it.

“O-okay, you can- can have a quick… fuck,” he stuttered, the fresh air clearing up his mind just enough to allow him to speak again.

Jace reacted immediately, the fox happily walking over to the couch, shamelessly pulling his pants down just as Duke had done earlier, and revealing an expectedly rock-hard vulpine cock that was even redder than his fur. He then casually climbed up behind Flynn and rested that cock against his cheeks.

“What a good birdie slut you are, letting everyone take a load off like this,” he crooned, suddenly seeming a lot less effeminate with his length rubbing against Flynn’s pucker. “Don’t worry, I won’t take too long, there’s lots of people in line after all!”

He poured a generous amount of lube – that he had sneakily fetched from Flynn’s bathroom – over his cock and then worked a fair bit of it into Flynn’s ass. The bird clenched around his fingers, despite them sliding into him effortlessly thanks to the relaxing effect of Duke’s musk. The fox expertly thrust them just deep enough to curl them a little and rub against his prostate, which made his cock instantly throb with pleasure, spitting out a heavy load of precum over the towels that Naavar had just barely managed to rush under him.

As he was being warmed up, Duke moved away. “Mouth’s free for anyone else who needs it,” he grinned, playfully gesturing towards Flynn, but then, he was interrupted by another idea. He picked up a marker – not permanent, thankfully, but long-lasting – and swiped it over Flynn’s beak. A tally mark.

“Just so we can keep count,” the wolf laughed. “So, who’s next?”

“I mean, I think he needs a bit more practice for horsecock,” Blake said, with Cory nodding along. “I don’t want to feel that beak on me.”

“Suit yourself,” Toby grunted, and got up. His stiff cock bounced with each step and just looking at it nearly had Flynn drooling as he got on the sofa. “’cause I think I need a turn after watching that.”

Suddenly, Flynn moaned. There was a gnawing emptiness as the fox pulled his fingers out, only to be quickly replaced by something much thicker and warmer. And then, without missing a beat, he started thrusting into the gryphon.

“Don’t think we’ll need any extra lube after this,” Jace laughed. “But he is still pretty tight despite all that musk!”

He began to fuck Flynn slowly, leisurely sliding his surprisingly thick vulpine cock in and out of his body. To nearly everyone’s surprise, the fox was actually a very experienced top, making sure that every thrust rubbed against Flynn’s prostate, quickly leaving the hybrid squawking and moaning with desire.

During one of those moans, Toby got tired of waiting for the gryphon to do his job and grabbed his beak. A pair of rough fingers explored his tongue, tracing along the slick muscle, before the hyena outright pried his mouth open and guided his cock in. Instincts took over immediately, and Flynn began to suck. With the musk making him hypersensitive, everything felt ten times as vivid as it normally would, and he could feel every vein on both cocks filling him, every subtle throb as they grew a little harder yet. And now, his nose was full of the hyena’s scent. It wasn’t hypnotic like Duke’s, but it nonetheless made the gryphon want to worship him.

One hand cradled Toby’s heavy balls as he got to work, lavishing that stiff, throbbing cock with his tongue, sucking on it gently but firmly, until he was rewarded with that first pleasured throb and a groan from the hyena.

“Yeah. Good boy. Just keep sucking like that and you’ll milk my balls dry in no time,” Toby commented. “Best use for that chatty mouth of yours.”

He kept mixing the praise and degradation at every moment, and each time he did, it made the fur on Flynn’s lower half stand up. He clenched hard around Jace’s cock, too, and the fox moaned in turn, already busy lubing him up further with precum that splattered into his body every few thrusts. He was fucking the gryphon faster and faster, reaching a staccato rhythm as his crotch slapped against Flynn’s ass.

The gryphon’s own cock was drooling onto the towels. He wasn’t sure if he was going cum hands-free, but it’d be close. Not that he really had time to think about it with a cock in his mouth, tasting wonderful, and one deep inside his guts, feeling even better, sparking surges of pleasure with every bump over his prostate.

Flynn had bottomed before, but it’d never felt quite so good, and as his sensitive spots got constantly battered, he realized that he’d be doing it a lot more, at least if other tops figured out how to make him melt like the fox was doing. Time seemed to blur as he was awash in pleasure and cocklust, and before he knew it, the fox suddenly slapped his ass hard enough to snap him out of his submissive trance.

“Ready to get filled with fox cream?” he panted. “Or would you rather have it all over your back? I’m not gonna tie with you since the others want to have a go, too.”

“He wants it inside,” Toby laughed. “Speaking of, since you’re being such a good birdslut, I think it’s time for a treat.”

Flynn had no time to react whatsoever before his mouth was suddenly full of cum, forcing him to swallow to not choke. Only then did he feel the hyena actually throb and buck, rewarding his diligent blowjob with thick ropes of cum coating his tongue, splattering against the back of his throat and the roof of his mouth, and more. It tasted heavenly, just like Duke’s had, an explosion of the flavor of pure sex.

And of course, a reminder that he was being a very good birdie, pleasuring the hyena enough that he happily filled his mouth, each throb really a sign of affection between friends.

That’s all it was, really. Casual fun, as drunk as Flynn still felt. There was no deeper meaning to it, just friends helping each other feel good. Or well, him making his friends feel good.

Just then, he felt the fox’s knot slam against his pucker, followed immediately by that familiar warm throbbing. Flynn couldn’t feel his cum, but knowing from the jerking that Jace was seeding him – heavily, it seemed like – was still an incredibly potent aphrodisiac. The fox groaned, grinding his knot against Flynn as he came, twitching a little as he emptied what felt like a massive amount of cum deep into the gryphon’s ass.

He pulled out before he was quite finished, letting the last weak spurt of cum land on the gryphon’s shapely ass as a little personal touch. Then, he drew a black line underneath that splatter, marking another load happily taken, before passing the pen to Toby, who did the same with his beak.

“Hmm, who’s a goood bird,” the fox crooned. “But I think I know a way we could make this even better. Didn’t you have a…”

“The hood!” Naavar exclaimed, and dug into Flynn’s toy drawer, before quickly pulling out a leather falconry hood.

Flynn had bought it for shyer lovers, and his heart skipped a beat when he realized that he’d be the one wearing it, rendering him unable to see anything while also muffling his hearing. Meaning that he wouldn’t be able to tell who was currently using him.

Naavar pulled it over his head, the purple lizard chuckling as the world disappeared to the gryphon, bar for smell, touch, and muted sound, and that left Flynn feel incredibly vulnerable. He had never actually worn it himself before, but all his avian partners had liked it, and now he perfectly understood why.

“-good look, isn’t it?” he heard the lizard say.

“Looks like a real bottom, that’s for sure,” Cory replied. “I guess it’s our turn.”

“You two go ahead, I might as well be the last since I’m the biggest,” Blake laughed. “I don’t want to totally stretch him out for you.”

“Pff, you ain’t that big,” Cory scoffed, but he was already approaching the bird with this pony-cock at full mast. He wasn’t quite as big as Blake, but close enough. “Big mouth, maybe.”

Flynn didn’t really hear much of it, bar for muffled voices. Then, someone tapped his beak, and soon a cock was forced into his mouth again. Well, forced wasn’t the right work; he took it eagerly and obediently. The taste told him it had to be Naavar, and the blunt cockhead pressing insistently against his pucker had to be the pony’s. Even though he knew, the fact that he couldn’t be totally sure felt incredibly sexy, as submissive as the hood suggested.

Soon enough he was being rocked back and forth by two cocks again, one in his mouth and the other as far inside him as Cory could manage. He was big, and the sensory deprivation of the hood made him very aware of that girth and length. It almost felt like the pony’s cock filled his entire body. Certainly, it left his hole stretched taut around it.

“Goddamn he’s tight,” Cory grunted. “Like a vice around my cock.”

“Yeah, see, that’s why you gotta play with some boys too,” Toby commented from elsewhere in the room. “Way tighter. At least that initial squeeze is.”

“A-and he’s really good at blowjobs, holy-” Naavar stuttered, his cock being lavished by Flynn’s tongue. Worshipped, even. The gryphon wanted to worship his cock, really every inch of every man in the room, and so he took a moment to explore with his hands.

First, they slid over the lizard’s belly, feeling his muscles tense as Flynn’s tongue drew throbs, twitches, and pleasured grunts from him. The gryphon cupped his balls and massaged them in the softest way, just as they deserved, and they felt heavy in his hand. For a moment, he even interrupted the blowjob to simply press his beak and then face into the plump orbs, inhaling Naavar’s scent too, and sticking his tongue out to lick over the smooth, scaly surface. The lizard shivered at the touch, and Flynn took the moment to move up a little, enough so to lick along his taut belly, and then his pecs, blindly kissing each nipple.

Of course, it wasn’t entirely gentle, worshipful touching, even if he was worshipping Naavar’s masculine body. There was a lot of groping, a lot of his fingers digging into the lizard’s scales and muscles, especially when the pony hit something particularly sensitive inside him that made the blinded gryphon moan and shake. He stuck his beak into the lizard’s armpit to breathe in his scent, and then his neck, tasting and touching every inch of his handsome, even beautiful anatomy.

“Good bird,” Naavar huffed, squirming a little at the tickling sensation of Flynn’s feathers. “But shouldn’t you be getting us off?”

Obediently, Flynn – as much as he was enjoying getting sidetracked by worshipping Naavar – slipped back down his body, nuzzled his way to the lizard’s cock, and took it into his mouth. That was, after all, his job for the night. He began to suck again but more firmly, bobbing his head up and down with his tongue caressing the underside, swirling around the very tip until Naavar was coating his tongue with plentiful, tangy precum.

“Yep, I’m gonna cum too,” Cory grunted.

“Fill that cumslut up,” Jace laughed in response, getting up again to have a better look at the pony’s equine cock pulsing and throbbing as he neared his peak.

“Yeah, breed that bird!” Toby encouraged him. Not that he needed any encouragement. In just a few more thrusts, Cory whickered and neighed as the best parts of his studly body got to work, pleasure washing over him and setting off that ancient, and yet ever sexy reaction of seeding his partner deeply.

Just as before, Flynn felt each and every one of those throbs as he was filled. Then Naavar joined the pony in his orgasm, flooding his mouth with yet more delicious cum. Some of it, but not much, spilled from the corners of his beak as Flynn moaned with pleasure, grinding his ass back against Cory as he fucked him.

From there, things got a little blurry as the number of marks on his ass and beak both grew, with quite a few of his friends having gotten aroused enough by watching that they took another turn, then a third for a few of them. Duke, certainly, took his time in fucking both Flynn’s mouth and ass, his unusual virility a good advantage as he rutted and filled him several times, always with that heady mix of praise that was almost admiration and the degradation he interlaced it with.

Slutty bird. Cum dump. Cockslut. All the words echoed in his head. He was just a free use hole for his friends, at least tonight.

Eventually, with someone still using his ass, Flynn dozed off. The pleasure of being constantly rutted, combined with the fading musk and the comfortable isolation of the falconry hood over his eyes lulled him into lazy dreams of casual sex, with Flynn, still not having cum, himself, grinding his achingly stiff cock against the sofa as his unconscious mind conjured endless scenarios of himself at parties, at social events, even just out walking or at work, each with the same twist of someone needing to “take a load off” and him eagerly allowing them to borrow some part of him to do so in.

There, in cozy, lustful dreams of everything masculine, he remained for what had to be a couple of hours, while his friends figured out what else, if anything, they might get up to.

Eventually, he stirred awake again as someone turned on a light. He couldn’t really see it, but the inside of the hood was lit up just enough that he could tell there was a light focused on him. Someone said something, but he didn’t catch exactly what.

By now, Flynn has just about recovered from the musk-induced haze. His beak and ass both had multiple tally marks, quite a few of them from Duke, who had taken a few extra turns. Though he couldn’t see anything with the hood covering most of his head, he could certainly feel himself leaking, with his mind focused on the other senses.

His ass, beyond the marks, was matted with cum. His entire mouth tasted like cum and cock, with the musky scent of masculine desire still coating his nostrils. It was a rather pleasant state to be in, he concluded, a kind of slutty, debauched Zen mood. Flynn stretched out on the sofa, wondering if everyone was done, only to feel someone else’s hand on his ass. He didn’t really recognize it, not immediately. Had they invited more friends to have a go at him, or was it one of the equines?

Flynn didn’t actually know, and the fact that he didn’t excited him tremendously. It could be one of his friends, or it could be a friend of a friend who he hadn’t ever met. His balls ached with how full they felt, but Flynn was committed to his role for the night, and maybe even moving forward. It’d be pretty delightful if everyone used him for some relief every time they needed it, wouldn’t it?

He hadn’t always been a total bottom, and in reality, he probably still wasn’t. That didn’t make the feeling of some apparent stranger’s fingers thrusting into his sloppy, cum-soaked ass any less exciting, especially with how thick they felt, and with how he focused on stretching that well-used ring of muscle wide.

It had to be Blake, finally taking his turn, playing along with the obvious fantasy but not saying a word. Then again, it could’ve been one of their friends too. Definitely an equine. Suddenly, Flynn’s heart was racing, but he also chose to stay quiet than risk ruining the moment; after all, he was the party favor, and if that included letting people he didn’t know use him, so be it!

Taking his silence as consent – if the cum coating his backside and the tally marks weren’t enough – that man, whoever it was, loudly unzipped his pants, and a split second later Flynn felt a heavy cock slap against his cheeks. He felt bigger than Blake, though it could’ve just been that he hadn’t really registered their size before because of the musk.

Ah, he didn’t care anymore. He just wanted to service everyone at their little party. And so, with the final cock – zebra or stranger, whatever it was – slowly pushing past his battered pucker and into his welcoming, cum-filled body, Flynn moaned happily again, letting everyone hear just how much he enjoyed it.

Someone laughed at his reaction. Maybe Duke, but Flynn couldn’t hear clearly. “Mm. We should put that hood on him every time we hang out. Seems like he really enjoys it.”

“Yeah, as long as he likes it, he might as well be the party favor,” someone else replied. Flynn felt like he was being appraised, like a cut of meat.

Soon he was being rocked back and forth by a thick equine cock. Flynn was tired enough that he could barely stay on all fours, instead resting with his chest on the sofa, sofa and letting the mystery equine hold his ass up. Ah, it had to be Blake. The zebra hadn’t taken a turn earlier, unlike all the others, Flynn decided – not that he remembered, anyway, though everything had gotten rather hazy towards the end – leaning into the sensations and letting his friend fuck him towards a beautiful climax.

This time, he already knew he was going to cum. All the sex had been like foreplay, leaving the bird teetering just on the edge of ecstasy. The massive horsecock jabbing over his prostate quickly brought him back to that edge, utterly mastering and dominating his body, which it’d soon flood with a proper stallion-sized load.

Of course, in the heat of the moment, he suddenly felt a hand on his beak again. “You look so sexy like that,” the hand’s owner. “Glad I kinda flex gay.”

That was Blake, which means that while he’d been completely entranced, they’d invited someone else, and he was getting fucked by someone else.

Flynn came on the spot, and he came violently, his pent-up cum spurting out onto the towels as he squawked and moaned, back arching and toes curling with the intensity of it all. Better yet, his ass clamped down hard on the stranger’s cock, milking him with almost feverish need. As he moaned, his mouth was stretched wide open by yet another cock – Blake’s – and he sucked it eagerly, having fully embraced his role for then night, and perhaps the future too.

“O-oh fuck, yeah, I’m gonna cum, you s-should’ve told me you got a friend like this,” the horse fucking him groaned.

“I didn’t until tonight,” Blake snorted. “Fuck, not gonna last long either, he gives some amazing blowjobs.”

“Right?” Naavar called out from where the others had long since resumed their game, only taking little breaks to fuck the bird throughout the night. By now, though, everyone but Blake and his friend had been thoroughly spent.

Soon enough he was draining both the equines too. Blake tasted delicious as always, a fact that Flynn was reminded of as he once again had to swallow a copious, thick load, delivered by orgasmic spasms of his cock, with Flynn’s belly already so full of mixed cum that he wouldn’t need to eat anything else today.

“Good… fucktoy,” the horse grunted behind him, swelling up to the point that his flare pressed against Flynn’s prostate, prolonging his shivering, trembling orgasm for a little longer. “You g-gotta give me your number so we can do this more often.”

Oh, he would. Just after he had been properly milked dry the way a big stud like that deserved to be. Whinnying, Blake’s friend forced his cock deep into Flynn’s soft body and joined the other men in marking his insides with warm, plentiful seed, brought to orgasm by the proud, needy squeezing of Flynn’s ass. It made the gryphon feel so good, so warm and fuzzy, knowing that he had earned every drop.

Eventually, with everyone spent – and the gryphon marked with sharpie all over, someone had even penned “cum dump” on his ass – they finally let him off the hook. The mask was finally removed, and a quick glance down at himself showed that he looked like a complete mess.

“See, I knew we’d have a fun night,” Duke laughed, sipping his drink. “Can always huff my balls again next time if you need some more encouragement!”

“It really is a great look,” Jace pointed out. “Very… slut-chic.”

The others loudly agreed, probably already planning when they’d get to fuck the gryphon next. He was too tired to really blush, but he did feel rather filthy – in a good way – standing naked and soaked in cum in front of all his friends. Ah, well. There was no point in getting dressed again, Flynn thought, dizzy from his intense orgasms. They’d just need to strip him once someone got worked up again, so it’d be easier if he stayed naked.

Flynn joined the others at the table again, and proceeded to win his first hand of the night after performing every forfeit in the book and then some. He couldn’t help but laugh.