Tork shivered as the cold winds ran through the fur of his exposed body while he stood stark naked on the mountain side. The poor male wasn’t undressed intentionally but had been stripped naked by two curious gryphons who roamed the air around where he had set off hiking. They soon stripped him down to his birthday suit and jewelry as they ransacked his hiking bag, making him stand to the side and wait for them to be done. He asked in a soft tone with a huff. “Can I please have my clothes back at least?”

The two gryphons would glance over at him now and then while checking through the different articles of clothing and contents of the backpack slowly, with no intention to give him them back anytime soon, finding each new thing more interesting than the last until coming to the final item. A single bottle of lubricant. The two happily chirped at each other while adding it to the pile of other knick knacks they found before changing their gazes to the naked male beside them.

He was so soft looking, frail as well, and stood on his hind legs like it was natural. All the while his sheath was entirely on display for them to gaze at, such a bold male wasn’t approved of with the two proud gryphons around here. Yet while they were adamant he needed to learn his place certain things made them all the more curious, sealing his fate as their interesting find for the night which they could enjoy learning about at their own pace.

At first Nutwing was curious how such a creature kissed his partners with such a weird beak. And so moments later poor Tork was forced onto his back and forcibly kissed by the big gryphon, having a warm and wet tongue pushed into his mouth without any say on the matter himself. Only when a cute little moan escaped his throat did the gryphon notice the other male was enjoying this, so he decided to carry on, coiling his tongue around theirs while gently squeezing their hips with his paws, finding the same sort of softness he would relate to gryphon females in those plush hips, drawing a pleased growl from his throat.

Brightwing was up next and began softly nibbling Tork’s ears from behind as their mate kissed him. Feeling the soft shivers and slight struggle to escape the herms nibbling, the gryphon decided to nibble the other ear, before gently flicking their tongue over the fluffy insides of the ear, electing a cute little whine from the drake below, causing the two to stop what they were doing and stare at him before softly chirping to each other.

Tork was then squished softly under the male in front of him, finding their plump sheath and peaking out tip pressed right onto his lower belly and over his own crotch while the gryphon playfully nibbled on his neck. The other gryphon turned around and softly pressed their rear up against the back of Tork's head, rubbing their vent, tailhole and balls directly over his back and head in a teasing manner. When the drake got more aroused about their actions and had his breathing grow more rapid the two knew he was enjoying their attention. Tork was left there squirming as he softly said in a needy but shy tone. “What are you two planning on doing to me?

All the cute sounds and squirms of the male between them only served to arouse the two gryphons and cause them to do different things, soon enough Tork was pulled onto his hands and knees and had a sheath pressed firmly to his face, the growing member of Nutwing which was now drooling pre was poked against his lips repeatedly, coating his nostrils and mouth in the strong scent of male arousal before he unconsciously parted his lips.

Soft fleshy barbs rolled over his sensitive taste buds as the tip quickly approached the back of his throat, stopping just shy of poking inside leaving the poor drake giving an almost disappointed whine as his mouth was invaded. He suckled and slurped on the sensitive flesh of the gryphon above, leaving them quivering in delight at the new sensation of a mouth that could actually create a seal with its slips around the end of of his muzzle, just adding to the pleasure of the needily humping male above. As they pulled back the soft barbs would brush past the soft suckling lips of Tork, leaving stands of saliva connecting his lips to the barbs before they were pushed right back into his maw.

This whole while Brightwing was enjoying the soft little pucker under the drakes tail, noticing quickly how much tighter it seemed than their own and their mates, yet that didn’t stop him from exploring the delicious looking passage with his tongue. After a few licks as a taste test of the delightful snack of a butt in front of him, the gryphon soon began poking and prodding his tongue against the tight ring of muscles. Squirming it inside gently, before grunting suddenly as the hole clenched around the wriggling appendage from their mouth, as the bird tipped their head to the side to attempt to free themselves they soon found the drake had relaxed immediately, only now with their tongue facing to the side the gryphon had found their sensitive prostate and had curiously began lathering it in saliva.

The more Tork whined and squirmed the needier the two mated gryphons got, soon enough the knotted base of Nutwing was squishing up against his lips while Brightwing was actively dripping pre onto the rocks below, which quickly raced between the cracks and disappeared leaving the stones with a shiny sheen, although no one present paid any mind at all to the rocks while there was such good company and tight little holes around to enjoy.

Nutwing had enough of watching his mate roam the other males tailhole, he was already fully erect and needy for a quick fix to his hardon, and the freshly lubed hole of the two legged furred creature under him was a very tempting place to finish. And by this point he’d already been grinding his soft barbs over their tonsils and the inside of Tork’s throat giving it a nice bulge whenever he pushed in deep. He began to slowly pull out of their mouth before firmly but not aggressively shoving them towards his mate while squawking loudly at them both.

Brightwing immediately realised what their mate wanted and sprawled out on the floor, letting their lover nudge the other male towards them until they sprawled atop of the herm, laying belly to belly with them but with their heads near each other's rear end, only Tork instead had the erect and drippy cock of the herm pressed right up against their face as his tail was forcibly raised by the brown gryphon.

Tork swallowed hard while looking back at that thick tool which he had barely fit the shaft of entirely in his mouth and throat during his little bit of sucking, just thinking of that plump knot he had touched with his lips was worrying enough, but after getting a good view of them once more his heart felt like it sank into his stomach, there was second knot right after the first, making the already imposing dick all the more scary for someone of his size. Though a small part of him kept his tail hiked up high, secretly wishing to feel that big tool stretch him open and flood his bowels with seed.

It wasn’t long before the mating began, the tender little tailhole quickly submitted to the pushes of the gryphon above and spread open, giving it access to the warm and wet insides hidden behind the tight ring. Nutwing could only chirp happily as he felt this tightness and gleefully continued thrusting, reminding himself of the times he had let his mate tighten up from lack of use causing them to feel all the better on his dick the next time he put them in their place.

Brightwing on the other hand was softly chirping and sprawling out happily, admiring the great view from above as the drake quickly realised what they wanted and soon enough suckled on the gryphon below’s breeding tool. Tork’s dexterous tongue was quickly put to use as it coiled around their member and welcomed it deeper into the confines of his mouth and throat with every bob of his head.

Tork was getting his prostate milked by the male above and having his taste buds stimulated from below at the same time, all resistance in him from the sudden bout of fun had melted away within moments, and only a needy growl escaped the chest of the drake afterwards, he was loving the feeling of being at their whim, and that chunky tool buried in his rump was making it hard to think of anything other than how good it feels to be sandwiched between these two gryphons. Tork’s hand soon slipped under Brightwings leg and gently touched their anus, squeezing it gently and massaging around it to help stimulate them as the drake actively tried to get them to drench his tongue in their seed.

Nutwing was rough with his humps as he mated with Tork, he hadn’t felt a wince of pain yet or heard a cry for him to stop, so the male took it as a sign to go further. Soon enough his first knot was squished up against their tailhole and was being repeatedly slammed against their entrance like a fleshy battering ram. Soon enough with a desperate cry from Tork suddenly that was muffled by the shaft inside his mouth Nutwing slipped his first knot inside. Brightwing hearing Tork’s reaction began to shift about to access the underside of their lover's large shaft. And then with a slow roll of their tongue they applied some much needed lube over the bottom half of their dick.

As Brightwing provided lube Nutwing was popping his first knot in and out mercilessly from Tork’s rear. While brightwing was watching this they began to buck more earnestly into the drakes mouth it wasn’t long till Tork got what they wanted while squeezing the herms tailhole playfully, as a large amount of gooey ejaculate was directly deposited into his throat without any warning. Only Tork wasn’t satisfied with directly swallowing that cum, quickly he pulled half off of their dick so the insides of his mouth was coated in a thick layer of cum. Tork then loudly swallowed the semen before continuing to bob his head for the bird below, eager to please them and perhaps get a second helping of the delicious treat he just drank.

After a few more minutes of the rough treatment neither Nutwing or Tork could last anymore. With a loud squawk Nutwing buried his knot into the soft rear of Tork, resulting in the other almost immediately squirting their own cum all over the gryphon below’s chest and belly, Tork immediately snaked his hand down to his lower belly and squeezed right where nutwings tip was, he pushed back into them and felt every single throb as well as a slight pain from the powerful ejaculation hitting the walls of his guts. But this just served to get Tork off more, leaving him twitching and squirming greatly as his hole squeezed and milked their shaft almost endlessly.

Tork almost passed out on the soft fur of Brightwing but it wasn’t meant to be, while the two gryphons had found him first they weren’t the only of their kind, so while Tork contemplated keeping his eyes shut and resting he couldn’t see the flock of 13 more gryphons slowly making their way over the two who just had their way with him via the air. All of which he would become very much acquainted with in the future, especially the sights, smells and tastes of all of the males. Afterall, they had found a sextoy everyone could share who seemed to enjoy it, so why would they let him escape until they had their fill.

Poor Tork, hopefully he will be okay… Or perhaps he will just wind up wandering into a mountain village once again in the coming months, albeit this time scantily clad and smelling profusely of gryphon males while being covered in lovebites from beaks. That’s for the lucky male to find out and decide upon while spending his time with the gryphons though, isn’t it?