To Rule the Roost

Contains: M / M, Feral/monster x humanoid, dubcon, masturbation, voyeurism, fisting, bound, oviposition.

"Never expected to see an ash fae here. You're kind rarely wanders away from your home isle. Yet, here you are, applying to be the gryphon aide under me. You do realize what that job entails, right?" Asked the flight master Trall as I sprouted back into the present, hearing griffins screeches outside the tall building had distracted me from the conversation.

Trall's bulky human frame made his belly look like a large sack of flour as he sat on his chair and went through my papers. The Gryphon riders' colorful attire complimented his dark skin and made him look formal.

"Yes," I answered and nodded enthusiastically to drive my point home, "I've always wanted to be a rider and someone told me this is a great way to learn the basics, before applying to the academy." Before coming here, I had memorized a long list of useful lies to make myself the perfect candidate.

"I see..." Trall muttered back to me with a curious expression on his plump face.

"Skinny boys like you can't withstand the wind," he blurted like he was trying to see my reaction.

"I don't need to withstand it, I'm delicate enough to go through the wind wall without feeling a thing," I rebutted, attempting to sound confident. My answer made the flight master snort, but he still looked unsure.

"Why not just go straight to the academy? They teach all you need to know and without. Assigning here might look good on your application, but it will only prolong your graduation if you're even worth the effort. Taking the exam is the best way to get it," Trall's tone sounded dismissive like he was talking to a young child who didn't know any better. He didn't know I had taken the exam, thrice, and had failed each time. I knew I could cheat when I took it the next time, but I had to make sure my record showed that I had been somewhere where I might have learned the ropes. This was my only chance.

I composed myself, before telling him another one of my lies, "I believe if I want to be good at something I should learn as much as I can from those who actually work in the field. Teachers at the academy might teach me theory, but the real learning happens here."

"You're not going to learn how to fly without the academy's approval," Trall declared as if I didn't already know that.

"I know, but I'm going to do other work, right? The Gryphon riders must also know how to take care of their steed." The flight master's unwillingness had surprised me. The amount of promised payment had been significant, especially considering how little experience was required, but I was sure his aides' job wasn't too hard to handle. After all, I had gotten this far, my letter must have made some sort of impression. Otherwise, he wouldn't have wanted to see me and made me go through an extensive healer's inspection."

"I see," he muttered again, giving one last glance at my papers. "You've been an adult for three summers now and your letter was very passionate, consider yourself hired." The flight master stood up and held his hand out to shake mine. Quickly, I gave him a firm handshake and looked directly into his deep brown eyes.

"Thank you, sire. I'll make sure you will not regret this!" I stated. The flight master slightly lift his right brown. My enthusiasm must have been a little bit too much. Yet, I actually was ecstatic. The second part of my plan had worked and I was on my way to becoming a Gryphon rider!

Trall waved his hand ."Follow me, better get to work now than later. The last aide's death has delayed our annual schedule and we're in a hurry."

I did not know that. The poster I saw never mentioned why they needed help, only that it was urgent.

"W-what happened to the last aid?" I asked with a concern in my voice.

"One of the griffins kicked him down from the flight pen. He had forgotten to change his clothes after tending another tiercel. They're very territorial, you can't put two males together without them getting aggressive with each other. Skilled riders must be dominant and assertive when flying in formations, we can't have fights within the group." Trall's explanation sounded reasonable to me. I made sure to remember that.

As we ascended the long flight of stairs, I took in the view. Even though we were in the mountains, the air here was hot. The warm desert wind blew right into the mountainside and the sun scorched the black rock paving it, making the air dry and sweltering. Had we stayed in the open a little bit longer, I'd surely been burned. My light grey skin was not meant to be under the sun.

"The health of these beasts is very important to me and it is your job to help me keep them healthy and happy. You could say your job is almost as important as mine." Trall glanced behind as he said it and waited for my reaction.

"As it is to me, sire! A healthy force is a strong force," I said smiling and the flight master shot a small smile back at me. I was getting through to him.

Trall led me into one of the keep's many spires and to a wide, round room.

There was a large opening on the wall, which was decorated with a carved stone arch with a small bell hung next to it. It was meant for the griffons, they'd fly in one by one when the bell rang for...

Some reason. I honestly didn't know why.

Various tools were hanging on the wall and there was a chair placed next to them. In the middle of the large room, there was also a tall sawhorse with a simple, but weirdly shaped, saddle with a long seat. It was facing away from the opening of the room. Long leather straps dangled from the saddle as the warm breeze made them sway slowly.

"I want you to clean and polish that saddle," the flight master commanded, "Taking care of it is a significant part of your job."

As Trall sat on the chair I grabbed a few items from the wall and climbed the sawhorse to reach the saddle. With a clean rag, I began to wipe the saddle. My mother used to be a well-known leatherworker and she took me with her when she worked in her workshop. The skills I learned had become handy.

Trall watched me work from behind, leaning into the backrest as I focused on my work. Secretly, I tried to take a peek to see, if he was pleased with my performance and I saw him rub his crotch with his hand.

My cheeks flashed red and in my shock, I turned away acting like I hadn't seen anything, still talking about how important each step was when it came to working with good leather. I heard him mumble in agreement and out of my curiosity took another peek.

The flight master's clothed member was getting hard and he let out quiet moans while caressing his balls with his other hand. Unsure where he was looking I saw him lick his fat lips in arousal. I began my next step when I heard him get up and walk towards me.

"You're very good," Trall said and put his other hand on my shoulder. I was too embarrassed to turn to look at him, "It usually takes a long time for aides to learn the proper leather care." With me standing leaning on the sawhorse, we were about the same length. I could hear him still rubbing himself as he stood behind me.

"That's good. Hand me the tools and climb on top. You need to learn how to sit properly." The flight master said and I handed him the items I had in my hands without looking at him. I mounted the saddle and was now slightly higher than him, feeling kinda relieved that he could reach me. Trall returned each tool to its rightful place and walked back to face me. He had stopped pleasuring himself and took one of the leather straps into his hands. Through his pants, I could see still his half-erect member.

"Lean forward," he commanded and I did as he said, fearing what he might do to me.

Quickly, he pulled the strap over my head and buckled it tightly around my neck.

"Sire! What is this?" I yelped alarmed.

"I'm showing you the ropes. Your job is to tend my beasts and the only way to learn it is by doing."

The flight master walked around me, tying me firmly to the sawhorse as I tried to resist.

"Please, let me go! I will take care of the griffons, I swear! I will do my job!" my pleads fell on deaf ears, as Trall's straight face turned to a smirk.

"My boy, that you will. This is the job," he replied and patted me to make sure every strap was holding me down. The flight master then tore my clothes off with a knife, leaving me prone. I was bent over the saddle seat, legs wide apart.

"I knew immediately you didn't know what you were yourself into when I met you, but as I said, our situation here is urgent and you were so ardent about this job." with glee in his voice he added, "... And the best part is, according to your health report, you're perfect for the job."

I struggled against my bonds, the saddle seat rubbed against my naked shaft and nipples, slick from the musky polish I had applied mere moments ago. The leather felt slightly coarse and every move made me grind against it. Struggling made me pant from the heat and sweat ran down my back. I was fatigued, and as I stopped, realized that if I didn't move too much, my posture felt rather good. The seat was long enough to support me without putting strain on my body.

The flight master had retrieved more tools from the wall.

"This will be much easier if you relax, but I warn you, the first time is always the worst," he snarked and walked behind me, before I could ask any questions he slathered my hole with thick oil and pushed three fingers inside of me. I yelped in surprise and thrust forward, my body stroked my nipples and cock against the coarse surface of the seat making them hard. Trall stretched my hole wider and wider, adding more fingers each time he assaulted me and each time I thrusted forward involuntarily, stimulating my body even more. My cries turned into whimpers.

"The beasts won't be as careful as I am, you need to learn to loosen up quickly, otherwise it will be painful," The flight master attested. Soon he managed to push his whole fist into me, making my whole wider than ever before. While vigorously moving his fist, ramming it against the end of my tunnel, Trall began to pleasure himself again.

I sucked in a breath as the constant strain on my cock made me shoot cum between my body and the saddle. The flight master seemed pleased and pulled his fist out, leaving my gaping hole open. He walked towards the stone arch and rang the bell.

"You better get ready, your true test is just about to begin," Trall laughed and walked back to sit on his chair. He dropped his pants, pulled his cock out and kept massaging his balls as a sudden whoosh of wind flew over me. I heard a loud screech and turned to look.

There it was. A large male griffin, folding its huge wings as it stomped toward me, looking curiously at its new servant. Long talons scratched the wooden floor with each long step. The oil Trall spread on my ass must have had something in it, the griffon's large phallus flopped out of its pouch when it sniffed me. The cone-shaped thing almost touched the floor, already glistening with wetness. The beast shrieked loudly as it lifted its feline front paws on the sides of the sawhorse. The griffon bit my neck with its beak, the thick leather strap around my neck protected me from the damage, but the clutch made breathing harder.

"Oh, and don't worry!" I heard Trall's voice from across the room, "They might have feline legs, but their cocks are not barbed"

I whimpered as the creature began brutally pumping its member between my cheeks. The saddle was crafted so it slightly lifted my lower body up, it was meant to make anyone laying on it easier to enter, but the beast trying to mount me kept rubbing its cock on me. I whimpered beneath the monster as Trall watched my attempted breeding with exhilaration.

The tip of the griffin's rod hit my entrance making me gasp in surprise. The next thrust missed it until finally, it impaled me deep within, the whole length of it disappeared in me until its knot pressured my opening. My tied body rose slightly as the shaft made my belly bulge from its girth. I screamed loudly until the beast bit my neck harder, making my voice fade.

Griffin re-adjusted its back paws before it pulled out and hilted its cock back in within me. The sawhorse below us tilted back and forth with each push. The agitation stimulated my whole body, building pleasure inside of me. Like a rutting animal, the monster showed no mercy towards my abused body. I spasmed from the frantic pumping, bending my tied legs as much as I could, making them numb. My opening milked the beast's shaft as its engorged balls smacked against my thighs.

The flight master admired the scene in front of him, pleasing himself while he watched me being broken in. His balls twitched as his throbbing cock shot string after string of white cum into the air. His chest heaved from the bliss, making his whole fat body shake. As he regained control over his body, he walked to me, his limp rod hanging free.

My mind had blanked as I limply laid beneath the monster, moving like a ragdoll on a string, when the beast drilled deep into me. With one last forceful thrust, it secured itself inside of me and let out a loud roar. The flight master laughed and cupped my face into his hand.

"Now you get to experience the best part," he said, puzzling me with his words momentarily, "The Males of this breed carry eggs to be fertilized by the females. He's going to fill you up."

My eyes widened as I felt the first bulbous shape pressing against my hole. As it passed through, a scorching sensation filled me when the egg was pushed deep within my gut, assisted by flowing hot goo. Another one entered me, making my eyes roll back from the pleasure. I teared up when the beast kept me tightly in its grasp, laying eggs into me one by one. My bulging belly expanded pushing me further away from the saddle, only stopped by the leather straps holding my body down.

Trall pushed his face against mine and forced his tongue in. Kissing me passionately.

The griffin must have put at least six eggs inside me, before pulling out, the tip still leaking goo. Satisfied, it flew away, leaving me alone with Trall. I was tired as he carefully removed my bindings and lifted me from the saddle to the floor.

"Don't worry, my boy" he said, there was care in his voice, "We will take them out after you're rested and then sell them to another breeder. You've done good." Trall gently petted my enlarged belly, holding me in his arms, "Tomorrow, you know what to expect and will be prepared for the next breeding," he whispered tenderly.

I thought about the academy and about my dream of becoming a Gryphon rider. Now, I had another goal.

I couldn't wait for tomorrow.