Trespass
A lone gargoyle gets lost and wanders into territory he shouldn't...
He was lost. It was a bad thing to be.
He could feel the cool wind whipping at his cheeks. It wasn't summer anymore, but not quite winter. There was a sharp bite to the air he could feel in his lungs if not on his skin. The smell of just a hint of frost was on the air. His gliding speed was slow; at this time of the year, thermals were harder to find, the updrafts less prominent. There was very little wind, the entire world still, bathed in moonlight.
He recognized a few landmarks; big ones, mostly. Rivers, stony rock formations on the nearby hillsides. This was not the territory of his clan. He was in bad trouble.
The direction had been confusing. He reaches up and ran his hand along his bald head, turning in a gentle curve as he desperately sought the familiar with his eyes, hoping to see some indicator that would tell him he was on the right track. Not much was making itself apparent to him. He was unarmed and alone, clad only in his loincloth with none of his hunting tools. They'd merely wanted him to investigate the northern boundaries of their territory; a wolf pack had been spotted on the move and all they'd wanted was an update. And now he was lost. Bad, bad, ba-
A sharp pain in his side drew his attention down to a small dart sticking out of him, just under his ribs. Where did that come from? It had a little feathered end to it. Already he could feel his side going numb. Uh-oh.
He yanked the dart out but was already losing altitude. He felt his body slowing down, growing tired. He was hit. Somebody had spotted and darted him. He started looking around desperately as he dipped lower and lower, weaving between a few trees before he hit a small fir, the impact cushioned by the fluffy needles. He managed to check his fall with his wings, though the impact was a bit much for his legs, which felt like rubber. He gasped, panting with effort as he tried to haul himself to his feet, the leaves crunching beneath him; he stumbled and fell, his wings draping limply on either side of him, on his elbows and knees.
"He's here!" he heard a voice. And suddenly they were on him from all directions. He brought his hands up but felt his wrists grabbed, something shoved him face-first down into the ground. The world was spinning. He tried to thrash about, to utilize his strength but the hands on him felt like the sky pushing down on him; all he could manage was a little light struggling. He tried whipping his tail and was only able to move it, a little.
There were three of them. No... four. Gargoyles, definitely. He could smell them, see their wings, their tails. Two males... two females. All of them bigger than him, only by a few years maybe. They were talking to each other.
"You have him?" Male.
"I got him, he's good and sleepy," said the one holding him, also male.
"Gag him," said the first.
His eyes went wide and he arched up, opening his mouth to say something. all that came out was a "Hey-" before he saw one of the females crouching before him, and something small and round was shoved into his mouth. About the size of a crab-apple and tasting of rawhide and leather. He grunted, around it, looking up at her. She was smirking down at him as another pair of hands tied a strap around his head, over his mouth, to hold the object there. He was so distracted by it that he barely noticed his wrists being tied to his arms, just below the elbows on his forward. This left is arms wrenched back and bound, helpless.
"Got him secured," said a female voice.
"He's docile as a kitten. Look at him. Barely an adult."
"Still an adult. Should know better. Get him on his feet.
Moaning around the gag stuffed in his mouth, he felt hands grab him by the arms and shoulders, easily hauling him to his feet. He tried to support his weight but his legs felt like they were made of grass; formless, wobble. He swayed, and they held him up. He was looking at one of the females. She was very pretty. Slim figured, round breasts, hair tied back in a ponytail. Predatory smile.
"Lost, hatchling?" she asked. All he could do was 'mmf' in reply.
"He's already looking you over," said the male holding him, from behind. He blushed, unable to control himself, diverting his eyes. The female laughed.
"Can't hardly blame him," said the other male, stepping into view. Unlike the other three, his face was long and tapered to a beak. "Look at him, probably hasn't tasted a female yet."
"Or a male," said the other female, running her hand through her short hair. She was pretty, too. But he tried to keep his eyes innocent. If he had the energy, he'd probably be shaking; he just felt so reduced, so tired.
"Let's get him to the stones."
His head came up, a questioning look in his eyes but he didn't have an opportunity to make his curiosity known. Strong hands held him and he was dragged, stumbling weakly, along the forest floor. It was awkward to walk like that, arms behind his back, wings so heavy he could barely keep them from dragging; his tail slid limply behind him. The four of them moved in silence, slipping through the dark woods, the moonlight cutting intermittent through the boughs.
What they came to were old stony ruins, some ancient human redoubt. There were rectangular and cubed stones laying about, covered in moss, their edges dulled by the march of time. Vines grew thick throughout, the place completely abandoned, save for the five of them. Standing near the centerpiece of the clearing were two columns, each about seven feet high and spaced five or six feet apart; some ancient portal, like a gate or a doorway; all that was left were the stone columns.
Between these he was marched, and stopped.
The four captors worked quickly and efficiently, as if this was routine for them. He was brought to stand between the stone columns. Something was strung around his neck- leather, like a belt but thicker. They secured it. Then ropes were tied to it, big this ones that were frayed with age and strong as a tree trunk; or stronger. These ropes were secured into rusted iron rungs on the columns and tied very tight. The end result was he was forced to stand there, and only there. He could not kneel, or move forward or back.
His ankles were grabbed, legs spread a little to either side. A somwhat similar treatment was given to them; rough leather belts cuffed about his ankles, tied with thick rope to rungs set in the base of the two columns. Once secured, all he could do was stand, legs slightly spread, arms helpless behind his back, staring forward. He could twist, just a little, to look behind him; but only a bit.
There were a few hearty chuckles from his captors, once he was secure. Three of the four of them collected in front of him, staring at him. Two females, one of the males; the beaked one. The other, the bigger, more muscular of the group, was behind him somewhere; he could hear him moving about, just a little.
"Think he sees it coming" asked the shorter of the two females, with the shorter hair.
"Doubt it," said the other, with a smirk. Then, meeting his eyes, the taller female addressed him: "We can't just having you southerners wandering our territory, hunting our game. These are our lands. Sometimes it seems you forget that."
"Mmf!" he protested, drooling a little around the gag stuffed in his mouth. He shook his bald head, frantically. He started quivering. The venom they had darted him with was definitely well chosen; he could just barely keep himself standing, but the drowsiness was all-pervasive, his muscles completely relaxed. Tied up as he was, he was at their mercy.
"No, I think you did. I guess, though... as long as you're here, maybe you can be of some value. Entertainment. What do you think, runt?"
That was a curious thing to say. "Mmfh?" he intoned, looking between the three of them that he could see.
"I'm bored. Let's see what he's packing. I hear they're huge down there," said the smaller female, smirking.
Without warning, the beaked male stepped forward and, to the captive's shock, reached for his belt. "Mmh? Mmff!" he protested, as the male's hands quickly undid the clasp, unhooked the belt loop, drew it free. Without the belt to secure his loincloth to his hips, the fabric slipped free, stripping him naked in one, single motion.
Incredible, how such a tiny shift can completely change the dynamic. He almost squealed into his gag in shock, pulling at the bindings securing him, but his muscles just wouldn't cooperate. He tensed up as much as he could, tail pressed down over his buttocks; but there wasn't anything he could do about his penis, now fully on display. He was hairless; not with youth but just because he was hairless everywhere. All six pairs of eyes that he had in front of him were fixed on his exposed malehood.
"Not bad," said the smaller female, grinning.
"I'm bigger," said the beaked male.
"He's younger."
"Not by much."
"Get him hard," said the male behind him; the captive's ears perked, craning his neck trying to look behind him but unable to see. He heard shifting cloth back there. Get him hard? What was going on?
The bigger female approached him, smiling at him like a predator. He made a small noise into the gag, eyes wide and staring at her. She didn't say anything. She took one finger and pressed it to the center of his chest. He was muscled and fit; young, they were right about that. Emerging into the prime of his young adulthood. Even so he quivered at her touch, trying to look down despite the restraints, his toes curling against the ancient stone as her finger trailed down the center of his torso. Down his sternum, then the top of his muscular abdomen. Down further, past his stomach, further to his groin. Then he felt the pad of that finger meet where his shaft joined his body and his eyes met hers, a look of near-panic in them. He felt his breathing increase, and something else. His heart beating faster, harder; he could already feel himself start to swell.
"There he goes," said the smaller female, in a little voice. He was indeed. The finger moved from his abdomen to his cock, the pad slowly sliding over the topside of his male organ as it engorged itself, slowly, heartbeat-by-heartbeat. She smiled at him, her eyes on his, as his penis grew thicker and lifted itself a little bit at a time, until he was sticking out nearly straight ahead by the time her finger reached his glans, slipping free of his foreskin as it was.
He squirmed, breathing hard. His eyes were locked with hers, a blush full in his face. He whimpered into the gag and she only smiled more. Her finger reached the head of his pride and slowly did an orbit of the soft head, which only made him shiver. He continued to grow, to stiffen; he could feel their eyes on him, his shame on display for all.
"Okay, that's pretty big," said the beaked male, smirking as well as the captive's penis started arching towards its zenith. The females finger, still just the one digit, drifted slowly and softly to the tip, which she traced around in ever-quickening circles. The captive whimpered, his eyes closing, his body shivering; such contact only took a moment to get him to his peak hardness, his penis fully erect and bobbing in the cool night air, proud and firm and thick. Below, his balls hung in a tight, tidy package, his genitals completely exposed for them.
"I bet he cums like a geyser," said the smaller female.
"We'll certainly find out."
Behind him, he felt a hand on his tail. He was too weak to fight it; a powerful hand grabbed it and he whimpered, softly, as he felt it drawn up. the male behind him was lifting his tail, more and more, until it was held nearly straight vertical behind him. And all he could do was stare at the smiling female whose finger continued to trace little circles around the sensitive head of his penis. He felt the cool night air touch on the exposed little star of his tailhole; he blushed more furiously, practically feeling the eyes on it; he'd never been ogled like that before.
"This one has definitely never been mounted," said the male behind him. the captive tensed, eyes going wide and grunting into the gag as he felt a finger trace the outer rim of his anus, the orifice clenching reflexively tight at the touch.
"It'll be a night of a lot of firsts," purred the female with her finger on the captive's cock, wrapping her hand around the erection and giving it a single, long, firm stroke.
The captive moaned. He'd never felt anything like this before. He was so aroused, and scared, at the same time. He knew what was going to happen. They were going to use him like a female. He'd seen it before; He knew the tailhole was a perfectly usable orifice in that regard. But he never imagined it would be his.
"Need some lube," grunted the big male, still holding that tail up and out of the way; with the captives legs tied apart, he had no defense to cover himself, her body squirming powerlessly in the grip. The smaller female smirked and stepped around him out of hew. He continued to stare at the dominant female stroking his penis, slowly, firmly, just enough to keep him hard. Every now and then she took her hand off to touch at the tip of him, at the little hole there; to pull down just enough to make his firmness bob back up and tap against his firm stomach, making him whimper.
He heard a few wet sounds behind him, and a soft, masculine growl. He trembled. The female seemed to catch the quivering and tightened her grip on his penis, using her other hand to grab him by the jaw and force him to look at her. "You trespassed," she told him, as his attention refocused, panting around the gag stuffed in his mouth. "You're ours. Submit."
More movement behind him. the dominant female stepped away, leaving the captive to stand, fully exposed, desperately erect, chest heaving with breath. His tail was pulled up just a little more, making him whimper, arching his back just a little, like a female would. He felt something prodding at his backside. Something both firm, and soft. A large penis - larger than his own, certainly - sliding up the crack of his ass, the tip finding his hidden backdoor orifice, prodding at the hole there. He was slick, lubricated with what the captive assumed was the smaller female's saliva.
"Might want to loosen up, bitch," the big male growled, as the captive quivered. He was helpless, naked, bound. His strength robbed from him by the drugged dart. He had no options but to submit. His eyes saw to sympathy in the two gargoyles, male in female, watching him hungrily in his moment of weakness. Erect, tail yanked up, ready to be bred.
He nodded, moaning plaintively into the gag. The male behind him grunted, and pressed. He would have clenched down, maybe tried to fight, but his strength had truly been sapped from every inch of him. His anus parted almost without a struggle, the orifice stretching around that prominent glans, the male behind him groaning in pleasure as he slipped into the tight, virginal backside of the captive. The captive male's eyes were wide, staring straight ahead at nothing, moaning long and loud into the gag as the completely alien feeling of a shaft penetrating him encompassed his world. His toe-talons scraped the stone, his body as rigid as he could manage, which wasn't much.
"Careful with him," the other male growled softly, his own loincloth tenting. The smaller female circled around back in front of him, even as the big male sank himself in a couple more inches, making him whimper.
"He's tight," grunted the dominant male, his hand moving from his tail to his chest, the other hand moving from his shoulder to his other pec, both hands stroking up and down the younger male's flesh as his cock slipped more and more into him, bit by bit. "Muscles are relaxed though. He'll be fine."
He couldn't believe it. He was being fucked. That fullness in his rear, that slight pain as his tailhole was kept stretched wide; that was another male, making use of him. And the thrusting hadn't even begun yet.
"He's still rock hard; look at him!" crooned the smaller female, and indeed he was; throbbing, pronounced, fully erect. He blushed, turning his head away, eyes closing; but they shot open again as the male behind him grunted and pressed, slipping the rest of his thick, long penis into his ass, those full balls now pressed against his quivering butt cheeks.
"Such a tight little bitch," crooned the dominant male, hands stroking up and down the body of his tied-up submissive. The captive quivered, his anus weakly clutching around the shaft that had his backside crammed full, stretching him wide under the tail. "I want him to cum when I do."
"He will," said the smaller female, sliding to her knees in front of the captive. She took hold of his erection, giving it a little stroke and licking his tip.
"Mmmf!... Mmfff..." was all he could manage in reply, his protests cut off as the male behind him started fucking him.
It was... quiet, almost. The other two just watched as the dominant male drew his hips slowly out, then planted them back into the rear of the captive male. The first few thrusts were slow, grinding; the captive twitched, whimpered, eyes screwing up tight as the female kneeling in front of his stroked and kissed his shaft. But the gentleness didn't last long. As soon as it was clear he wasn't going to break, that his body was too weakened to object, the f*cking commenced.
Muscular hips and groin met youthful ass with soft, muffled 'clupf, clupf' noises as the captive male was firmly, slowly, dominantly taken. He drooled around the gag, eyes at half mast, staring straight forward. He was awash in both parts shame and desire, unable to think of anything other than the cock fucking him up the ass. The female on her knees in front of him managed little licks, soft strokes to his firm shaft. It was hardly needed; then the male behind him groaned into his ear and ground himself up deep, the captive whimpered sharply as he felt something trigger inside him, some hidden... something... that sent a shock of pleasure up his penis. The tip of him spurted a clear little rope of precum onto the face of the female, who giggled and licked it free. "I think he's primed. You found his spot," she said, giving their captive a few more strokes before stepping away.
The male's hands slipped from his bitch's chest to hips, holding him tightly and getting down to the business of drilling him. Now that he knew the angle, the firmness, he hit it every time. The captive winced, eyes closed, all dignity lost as he moaned into the gag, helplessly aroused and embarrassed. His erect cock bobbed in the air in front of him, occasionally flicking up to slap at his stomach, as behind him the thrusts got a little harder, a little deeper, every time. And all the while, the others watched. He was reduced to nothing more than shame and desire rolled up into one being, living from one thrust to the next, one punch to his prostate to another. He could hear the male behind him growling, the tempo increasing. He was getting fucked like the clan leader back home fucked his females. Being used, being taken.
He felt a hand on his cock. his eyes shot open, tears rolling down his cheeks. He almost screamed into the gag as the hand (he didn't know whose, probably the male fucking him) stroked him hard, fast; three times, four times. This was punctuated with a series of deep, hard pounding thrusts; that's all that was needed.
He tensed. His anus clenched around the cock sodomizing him and the hand abandoned his cock; didn't matter, he was past the point of no return. Helpless, bound, speared on a dick up his ass, the captive male wailed into the gag, the sound muffled and pathetic. His body shook as the male behind him didn't stop fucking his helpless body. The tip of the captive's shaft started spurting, while the male swung his head side to side in desperate, agonized pleasure, his cum ejected in powerful spurts. He was young, primed; he did indeed cum like a geyser. His cock was so erect it stood nearly vertical, the bobbing of his shaft from the deep thrusts up his ass casting a spurt or two onto his own chest and face, the male helpless to do anything but moan and cry into the gag.
And then it was over. He panted, shuddering, whimpering. Behind him the male was still, stroking his hips, before without ceremony he pulled free with a wet sound of suction. The captive sagged as much as the bindings would allow, and he felt cum running down the inside of his legs from his sore, plundered tailhole.
Everything was quiet for just a moment, the world hanging on the deep panting breaths of the two males. When, the captive opened his eyes, bleary and tired, as the beaked male undid his loincloth and let it fall, exposing an impressive, erect penis of his own. the females were disrobing as well, letting fabric slip off their firm breasts and their wide egg-laying hips, pussies glistening in the night.
"Enjoy the warm-up, hatchling?" the dominant female asked. The male whimpered.
It was a long night. He was untied from the stone columns and carried to a clearing, where they all had him, over and over. He was forced to kneel, the beaked male mounting him from behind. As he panted and whimpered into his next mounting, the dominant female bent over in front of him and backed herself up, letting his penis slip into her cunt. Sandwiched between the two, arms still bound and body still helpless, he was fucked into fucking the other female, pressed between the two bodies. Again, he was made to cum at the same time as the male in his ass, roaring pathetically into his gag as the male behind him gave him another dose of hot, dominant semen in his tailhole.
From there he was ungagged and instructed to orally pleasure the smaller female while the males rested. He did so, at this point totally helpless, completely submissive. He serviced her until she came, and then the dominant, larger female in turn. Only after both females were satisfied did the males take him again; this time, the dominant male had him from behind, the beaked male forcing his cock into the captives mouth. Eyes wide and gurgling, he was forced to suck his first cock while taking his third fucking up his formerly virgin ass, his body ragged, exhausted, utterly pliable. During the double-penetration he found himself growing hard; the smaller female took pity on him and slid under his belly, taking him in her mouth and bringing him to completion just as his ass and mouth were simultaneously seeded.
When they finally pulled free of him he collapsed, naked, to the forest floor. Cum leaked in thick drops from his overused tailhole; he'd been forced to swallow the load in his mouth and yet still a little dropped from it as he gulped for air. He saw the dominant female step in front of him, naked and breathing hard, groins till soaked in her fluids and his saliva from earlier. She was holding his loincloth. She smirked at him and, using her claws, shredded the garment, tearing the belt to pieces as well.
"When you stumble your way back home," she said, smirking down at him, crouching close enough to him that he could weakly smell her lingering arousal, "leaking cum and reeking of being fucked, your kind will know better than to wander so close to our territory. We see you again, you're servicing every male and female in our clan."
With that, they left him, laying with arms bound on the forest floor.