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The gryphon struggled to remember where he was and how he got there. The last thing he remembered was exploring some cave system when something blue flitted across his vision and then… nothing.\n\nBefore he could keep trying his concentration was broken by a steady kneading and squeezing of his balls. He let out a groan as he finally opened his eyes to assess his situation.\nHe was stuck sitting in some sort of wooden chair. Leather straps around his wrists, ankles, thighs, upper arms and chest ensured he could do little more than slightly tug his limbs, while a rope around his neck kept his back straightened out. The chair was set up in some sort of cavern, dimly lit by a single torch flickering on a wall nearby. He could not make out any of his gear nearby, either. Ryle’s attention was quickly drawn between his spread legs however, where a blue kobold, barely half his size, was slowly massaging his exposed orbs with one hand. The gryphon tried to tug away from the unwanted touch, but he could hardly budge.\n\n“Ah, our unwanted guest has finally decided to rouse from his slumber.” the kobold said in a sardonic tone as he gave those balls one more squeeze that left Ryle whimpering quietly.\n\n“Wh-where am I? W-what are you going to do with me?” He found himself unable to keep the fear out of his own voice as he stammered his questions.\n\nThe kobold only tutted and let his hand wander a little higher, rubbing over the gryphon’s filling sheath. “Aww, how quickly you forget. Or perhaps you never realized that you were trespassing in our territory? Quite sloppy if I were to say so myself.”\n\nRyle squirmed in his bonds as bit by bit his captor forced the gryphon’s shaft out into the cool air of the cavern. Black flesh glistened in the torchlight as it slowly grew. “Nnnngh… S-stop, please. I’m sure I can offer you something in exchange for my freedom.”\n\nRather than listening, the kobold merely let out a brief cackle as his hand wrapped around the glistening shaft to slowly stroke over it. “And just look at how eager you are. One could almost assume you got yourself caught on purpose, little birdy. But since you’re so enthusiastic about it, perhaps I can humor you a little before we’re done here.”\n\nRyle could not help himself, letting out another quiet moan as that scaled hand smoothly glid over his length, up and down and back up again, until he was fully hard. It was humiliating. There was nothing he could do to stop this kobold from doing whatever he wanted, and he could not even control his own arousal at the situation! His legs kept tugging helplessly at the straps, trying to close to deny his tormentor access to his sensitive groin, but they held fast.\n\nIt took several long minutes that left his cock throbbing as he could only pant softly before it was finally released. With a cruel grin, the kobold stepped away, circling around the chair that held Ryle captive with the kobold’s own arousal lewdly on display.\n\n“Ah, but where are my manners?” he chuckled, “I haven’t even introduced myself yet!”\nRyle turned his head as far as he could to follow his movements until he finally disappeared behind the chair. “As clan leader I bid you welcome to our humble abode. Of course there is the matter of your trespass and that really only comes with one fitting punishment. But at least you will be able to learn first hand why they call me Fisk the Executioner…”\n\nThe kobold cackled again as he did something behind Ryle, who could only barely make out the handles of a crank turning behind him out of the corners of his eyes. Far more obvious however was how much the rope around his neck began to rapidly tighten, first pressing him against the backrest of the chair and then starting to squeeze his throat.\n“No, please! I’ll do anything you want if you let me li-[i][b]HRLK![/b][/i]”\nHis words were cut off by the tight squeeze as the rope began to truly strangle him. Immediately, Ryle began to panic, quiet choked sounds forcing their way past the squeeze of the rope as he tried to twist his head out of it, free his arms, anything to escape!\n\nHe did not even notice Fisk circling back around with a wide grin on his snout, one hand softly stroking his own length as he watched the gryphon struggle.\n“I hope you savored that breath, because you’re not getting another.” he said, placing his free hand on the gryphon’s quivering thigh as he leaned forward.\n“But to try to last a bit. I want to enjoy this.”\n\nRyle’s eyes bulged as he watched the kobold lean forward, jaws open, to take in the gryphon’s own cock and began to suckle it. It was enough to cause tears to well up in his eyes as he jerked in the chair, entirely helpless to stop him. Not only was Fisk going to kill him, he was going to humiliate him all the way through!\n\nHe thrashed with all his might as the inability to breathe grew an uncomfortable tightness in his lungs. Try as he might, he simply did not have the strength to break the leather holding him helpless. Even worse, he could see Fisk watching him with a broad grin while the kobold bobbed his head, greedily sucking the dying gryphon’s shaft. Even over the pressure throbbing in his head, Ryle could hear those slick wet sounds as Fisk worked his length with muzzle and tongue alike. It throbbed, releasing a few beads of pre that were quickly lapped up while Ryle could only let out a quiet, choked sob.\n\nIt did not take long for Fisk to get the gryphon right where he wanted him. The tightness in his lungs, soon turning into a desperate burn, only left his cock more sensitive for the kobold’s greedy administrations and within a mere minute, his knot began to engorge, signifying his imminent climax. Ryle shook his head wildly, tongue pushing from his beak as his chest heaved in a futile attempt to draw in a breath past the tight squeeze of the rope while trying his best to resist the sensations Fisk was forcing on him.\n\n“[i][b]GK-KRK![/b][/i]”\n\nIt was a hopeless effort. Moments later his shaft was pulsing with his panicked heartbeat, firing jet after jet of thick seed into the kobold’s waiting maw.\n\nThe gryphon slumped in his bonds after that for a moment, tears soaking the feathers of his face as his orgasm burned through what oxygen reserves his body still had. Yet, his agony was not done. Even through his climax and beyond, Fisk’s efforts did not diminish. On the contrary, the kobold only seemed to suck that shaft with even more fervor, soon leaving the gryphon jerking and thrashing in his bonds once more in a futile attempt to escape.\n\nIt was pure agony! His chest was burning for air, his cock was desperate to escape the overstimulation, and he could feel the strength leaving his limbs. He had to breathe!\n\nHis thoughts rapidly began to grow sluggish and confused, leaving only the torture of his sensitive cock in his mind as his limbs grew heavy and blackness began to creep into his vision…\n\n---\n\nFisk smirked to himself as he watched his victim’s head sag forward. He permitted himself a small moan as he felt the gryphon’s death approach. Only when he was sure Ryle’s consciousness had left him did he pull back with a wet slurp, leaving the gryphon’s spent shaft glistening in the torchlight as he stepped back to admire his handiwork while pumping his own length.\n\nThe gryphon’s tongue, swollen and purple from the asphyxiation, hung from his beak, drooling onto his chest. His hands had given up trying to escape the straps around his wrists and were slowly relaxing from their clenched positions. His padded paws were trembling and twitching fitfully in their own bonds.\n\nFisk groaned out as he came to the sight, just moments before even those last signs of life finally stopped. Thick ropes of seed fired towards his victim, some landing on the chair, others painting the stone floor of the cave.\n\nThe kobold was panting softly as he basked in the afterglow, leaning forward to lick one last dribble of the gryphon’s own juices off his limping shaft. He was more than content with his fun, but now it was time to get back to work.\n\nLicking his hand and snout clean, he made his way back deeper inside, leaving the dead gryphon behind. He would order someone else to get him later and prepare him for the feast. After all, a gryphon his size could feed the clan for days...", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Ryle awoke feeling groggy and heavy. The gryphon struggled to remember where he was and how he got there. The last thing he remembered was exploring some cave system when something blue flitted across his vision and then… nothing.

Before he could keep trying his concentration was broken by a steady kneading and squeezing of his balls. He let out a groan as he finally opened his eyes to assess his situation.
He was stuck sitting in some sort of wooden chair. Leather straps around his wrists, ankles, thighs, upper arms and chest ensured he could do little more than slightly tug his limbs, while a rope around his neck kept his back straightened out. The chair was set up in some sort of cavern, dimly lit by a single torch flickering on a wall nearby. He could not make out any of his gear nearby, either. Ryle’s attention was quickly drawn between his spread legs however, where a blue kobold, barely half his size, was slowly massaging his exposed orbs with one hand. The gryphon tried to tug away from the unwanted touch, but he could hardly budge.

“Ah, our unwanted guest has finally decided to rouse from his slumber.” the kobold said in a sardonic tone as he gave those balls one more squeeze that left Ryle whimpering quietly.

“Wh-where am I? W-what are you going to do with me?” He found himself unable to keep the fear out of his own voice as he stammered his questions.

The kobold only tutted and let his hand wander a little higher, rubbing over the gryphon’s filling sheath. “Aww, how quickly you forget. Or perhaps you never realized that you were trespassing in our territory? Quite sloppy if I were to say so myself.”

Ryle squirmed in his bonds as bit by bit his captor forced the gryphon’s shaft out into the cool air of the cavern. Black flesh glistened in the torchlight as it slowly grew. “Nnnngh… S-stop, please. I’m sure I can offer you something in exchange for my freedom.”

Rather than listening, the kobold merely let out a brief cackle as his hand wrapped around the glistening shaft to slowly stroke over it. “And just look at how eager you are. One could almost assume you got yourself caught on purpose, little birdy. But since you’re so enthusiastic about it, perhaps I can humor you a little before we’re done here.”

Ryle could not help himself, letting out another quiet moan as that scaled hand smoothly glid over his length, up and down and back up again, until he was fully hard. It was humiliating. There was nothing he could do to stop this kobold from doing whatever he wanted, and he could not even control his own arousal at the situation! His legs kept tugging helplessly at the straps, trying to close to deny his tormentor access to his sensitive groin, but they held fast.

It took several long minutes that left his cock throbbing as he could only pant softly before it was finally released. With a cruel grin, the kobold stepped away, circling around the chair that held Ryle captive with the kobold’s own arousal lewdly on display.

“Ah, but where are my manners?” he chuckled, “I haven’t even introduced myself yet!”
Ryle turned his head as far as he could to follow his movements until he finally disappeared behind the chair. “As clan leader I bid you welcome to our humble abode. Of course there is the matter of your trespass and that really only comes with one fitting punishment. But at least you will be able to learn first hand why they call me Fisk the Executioner…”

The kobold cackled again as he did something behind Ryle, who could only barely make out the handles of a crank turning behind him out of the corners of his eyes. Far more obvious however was how much the rope around his neck began to rapidly tighten, first pressing him against the backrest of the chair and then starting to squeeze his throat.
“No, please! I’ll do anything you want if you let me li-HRLK!”
His words were cut off by the tight squeeze as the rope began to truly strangle him. Immediately, Ryle began to panic, quiet choked sounds forcing their way past the squeeze of the rope as he tried to twist his head out of it, free his arms, anything to escape!

He did not even notice Fisk circling back around with a wide grin on his snout, one hand softly stroking his own length as he watched the gryphon struggle.
“I hope you savored that breath, because you’re not getting another.” he said, placing his free hand on the gryphon’s quivering thigh as he leaned forward.
“But to try to last a bit. I want to enjoy this.”

Ryle’s eyes bulged as he watched the kobold lean forward, jaws open, to take in the gryphon’s own cock and began to suckle it. It was enough to cause tears to well up in his eyes as he jerked in the chair, entirely helpless to stop him. Not only was Fisk going to kill him, he was going to humiliate him all the way through!

He thrashed with all his might as the inability to breathe grew an uncomfortable tightness in his lungs. Try as he might, he simply did not have the strength to break the leather holding him helpless. Even worse, he could see Fisk watching him with a broad grin while the kobold bobbed his head, greedily sucking the dying gryphon’s shaft. Even over the pressure throbbing in his head, Ryle could hear those slick wet sounds as Fisk worked his length with muzzle and tongue alike. It throbbed, releasing a few beads of pre that were quickly lapped up while Ryle could only let out a quiet, choked sob.

It did not take long for Fisk to get the gryphon right where he wanted him. The tightness in his lungs, soon turning into a desperate burn, only left his cock more sensitive for the kobold’s greedy administrations and within a mere minute, his knot began to engorge, signifying his imminent climax. Ryle shook his head wildly, tongue pushing from his beak as his chest heaved in a futile attempt to draw in a breath past the tight squeeze of the rope while trying his best to resist the sensations Fisk was forcing on him.

“GK-KRK!”

It was a hopeless effort. Moments later his shaft was pulsing with his panicked heartbeat, firing jet after jet of thick seed into the kobold’s waiting maw.

The gryphon slumped in his bonds after that for a moment, tears soaking the feathers of his face as his orgasm burned through what oxygen reserves his body still had. Yet, his agony was not done. Even through his climax and beyond, Fisk’s efforts did not diminish. On the contrary, the kobold only seemed to suck that shaft with even more fervor, soon leaving the gryphon jerking and thrashing in his bonds once more in a futile attempt to escape.

It was pure agony! His chest was burning for air, his cock was desperate to escape the overstimulation, and he could feel the strength leaving his limbs. He had to breathe!

His thoughts rapidly began to grow sluggish and confused, leaving only the torture of his sensitive cock in his mind as his limbs grew heavy and blackness began to creep into his vision…

---

Fisk smirked to himself as he watched his victim’s head sag forward. He permitted himself a small moan as he felt the gryphon’s death approach. Only when he was sure Ryle’s consciousness had left him did he pull back with a wet slurp, leaving the gryphon’s spent shaft glistening in the torchlight as he stepped back to admire his handiwork while pumping his own length.

The gryphon’s tongue, swollen and purple from the asphyxiation, hung from his beak, drooling onto his chest. His hands had given up trying to escape the straps around his wrists and were slowly relaxing from their clenched positions. His padded paws were trembling and twitching fitfully in their own bonds.

Fisk groaned out as he came to the sight, just moments before even those last signs of life finally stopped. Thick ropes of seed fired towards his victim, some landing on the chair, others painting the stone floor of the cave.

The kobold was panting softly as he basked in the afterglow, leaning forward to lick one last dribble of the gryphon’s own juices off his limping shaft. He was more than content with his fun, but now it was time to get back to work.

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