Alas, but you have me wrong, for it is not a competition that I do, but a thing of honor and respect that I bestow upon a master of imagination and a superb usage of wordage and wonder. And, An_Afro, I bestow that same honor and respect up on you as well, for, respect and honor is the way that I see you in my mind's eye.

:D :D :beer: :lol: :lol:

This is a really good story,
But does it make anyone sad, to understand its only a story?

Wouldn't it be heaven if there really were worlds like that.

Ive read many great stories from many sites, to only find myself a bit depressed afterwards, that it was only a story and never could be real.

anyone else ever feel this way?

I can't really say that it makes me sad. No. On the contrary, it causes me to enjoy this picture that the author is painting word (stroke) by word (stroke), ever changing, as I read his story, his imagination, his masterpiece. And a masterpiece it is, in my openion.
Yes, it helps me to pass the time away on a rain dripping day and to see this sunshinny, glimpse into someone else's world. To visit their reality, even if it is their artificial reality. It is a visit, non the less.

great story keep it coming :beer:

All I can say is WOW, what an AWESOME story so far, I cant wait for more!! :beer:

The story goes on...

Chapter 3
James smiled as he ran his fingers through the gryphon's luxurious feathered mane as the magnificent beast lay groveling at his feet in sheerest submissive bliss. James had no clue what would make this powerful and fearsome beast of legend into a sissy boy when it came to sexplay. Who could tell? But it didn't matter, James was overjoyed to fulfill his dreams of sexual dominance. He was rather proud of himself. This was his first time as a Dom and he made this lovingly sissy gryphon spurt without even touching his magnificent bright cherry red rod! But now it was James's turn to have a bit of fun.
“Good boy...: he murmured, petting the gryphon's head. He took the rope that was still attached to the gryphon's forelimbs and ran it back, passing it between his legs and out the back and then set himself and pulled. The gryphon's fore claws were pulled back under him and he fell forward onto his chest with a squawk of surprise as he found himself suddenly helpless, his rear in the air, his body bent in a curve as his fore limbs were stretched back towards his rear legs. James tied the gryphon's rear legs to his fore and then stood up to appreciate his work. The gryphon now was in what you would call an “available” position with his forebody on the ground, his forelimbs bent back underneath forcing his butt high into the air and his backside exposed. The grypon looked back at him, eyes wide. This was something new to him. Still, if his harsh, fast breathing of lust and his jerking cock that was flinging pre cum everywhere was any indication, he was up for it. James smiled at him and patted his feathery rear and then stepped up to him with a coil of rope in his hand. “Head up boy!” James commanded. The gryphon raised his head. “Eyes closed, stay.”
The gryphon's closed his eyes, shivering with the delightful tension of playing the helpless victim, he felt James passing the rope around his head, rigging it around his face. The James ordered him to open his beak, he felt the soft rope passing back to the very back of his jaw and there tied in place. James pulled his head back down with a stroke of his hand and then James gave the rope a tug and the gryphon realized he has been bound and now was reined as well! James held the reins to his new mount and smiled down at him, leaning over to give him a firm kiss on top of his head. The gryphon tried to say something but the soft rope that parted his beak made it impossible. James turned to the bush he had hung his clothes on and lifted the thin light undershirt he had been wearing. With a smile he came back to the gryphon's and the gryphon's eyes widened as James slid the soft shirt over the gryphon's head, covering his eyes, he tied it in place and then stepped back. The gryphon's was lost, helpless. He could not see, could not move, his ass was in the air as if to offer free mountings to any passers by no matter who they might be. He was helpless! Tied, bound, reined and blindfolded! He was completely at the mercy of James.... He felt a touch, gentile along one leg, fingers stroking through his feathers to brush softly the skin underneath... and then nothing... he could barely hear through the shirt tied around his head, the soft sounds of James's movements obscured by the wrapped cloth.... The gryphon's flinched and squeaked around the rope parting his beak as he felt the wispy whip in James's hand smack stingingly against one butt cheek, if he was not bound and blinded and practically deaf the blow would have meant less then nothing, a pittance, barely worth paying attention too... but now... now that stinging on his skin was his entire world, it was all he felt.. all he knew.... a stroke of the hand on his side. The gryphon's leaned into it, cherishing that touch... gentile... loving... He wanted that touch... wanted it like nothing else he had ever wanted... nothing was in his world but that touch... those gentile fingers stroking him... then they were gone... he wanted to beg, to plead that the touch return... but there was nothing but silence and emptiness.... bleakness surrounded him for an eternity.... and he despaired
And then he felt his master caressing the side of his face with his own, his hands stroking his head and neck, his lips pressed to his brow, sliding down to nibble at the tiny feathers at the base of his neck beneath his jawline as his master took pleasure in his pet... and then he was gone.... there was nothing... nothing at all... the gryphon wiggled impotently in his bonds, wanting to demand that his master stop teasing him! The whip cracked through the air and smacked against his other cheek and the hot burning sensation fueled his excitement to greater heights even as he struggled to calm himself and be still. His master was in charge. Pets do not get to demand, they await there masters desire...
He groaned in sheerest tortured bliss... there it was... a gentile touch under his tail, soft fingers snaking down one cheek to stroke over his sheath, just touching the base of his cock... then up... up ... along the tiny fold of skin that lay bare between his cheeks and there to the base of his tail, to the heart of the matter. He felt a slick wetness... a warm wet object probed his rear and the gryphon's gripped it in sublime ecstasy... he couldn't tell what it was... a finger? His masters penis? He had no clue but the divine sensations of pleasure filling his mind made it of little importance... and then it was gone... The gryphon's whimpered pathetically in the throes of his need, he wanted to scream as loud as he could, “Mount me! Mount me you magnificent furless bastard!” but all he could do was whimper and wiggle his ass in a desperate plea.
In an instant, without the slightest warning, like the fall of thunder he felt James ram his shaft home!
As if struck a lethal blow the gryphon's threw his head skyward in his harness, eyes wide under the wrapped shirt around his face, beak wide and gasping, body trembling and shuddering with the sudden impact of being fully penetrated in but the blink of an eye...
James gripped the reins, pulling back as his hips slammed home again and again into the gryphon's rear, the gryphon whimpered in time to the beating thrusts of James as he took his pleasure from his pet, though James was smaller than many he made up for it in sheer skill and lustful command... The gryphon's was lost in the throes of ever rising pleasure, gripping his masters shaft tightly, serving him, pleasuring him, even as he was pleasured and served... It was then that James once again surprised him as he reached down and around to grip the gryphon's shaft with a hand and to stroke it in time with his ramming thrusts of his own penis within the gryphon's body. The gryphon tried to hold back against this dual assault upon his senses, his bound helpless body, blinded and silenced, his entire world was the weight of James upon his tail, the slick feel of his lubed cock sliding in and out, the feel of his naked hips slamming home against his rear, the hand around his cock sliding up and down in time to the strokes penetrating him as if he were mounting himself... He mustn't spill his seed! He mustn't! His master should spill his first! But even as he told himself this the pleasure rose into a soaring all consuming ecstasy and his seed exploded from his cock like a geyser of white, coating his chest and the ground beneath him in an instant...
James felt him tighten up and felt cum coat his hand as the gryphon's spooged himself but good, flinging his snowy white love juices everywhere. James rubbed his hands in it, stroking it into the gryphon's feathered belly , relishing the hot slick feel of it as the gryphon's just kept spurting on and on! Damn he was tight and hot.... With a groan of sheerest pleasure James exploded and pumped his seed into the gryphon's tail, finally collapsing atop the gryphon's back with a sigh...
“Oh... that... that was good...” he murmured to himself. He wanted to lay on the sweet sissy gryphon's rear for the rest of the day... but he probably should get them both cleaned up. He didn't want that spooge all over the gryphon's to dry up and get hard or something, that would be a terrible mess... With a groan he stood up and began to untie the gryphon.

They sat in a clam pool together off to one side of the lake, the waters warmed by the sun, the sky was clear and dappled lights shown through the trees, an idyllic place, untouched and pure...
James was laying back against a moss covered stone, enjoying the sunlight and the blissful feeling of lovemaking accomplished, his lover the magnificent gryphon resting against him, his great feathered head laying across his chest.
“So you're saying you want to make this a permanent arrangement?” James said, lifting a hand to shield his eyes as he looked down at the gryphon.
“Yes James.” replied the gryphon as he caressed his feathered cheek across James's naked skin. “If that is well with you. I... I would wish to serve you and call you my Master in all things.”
James covered his eyes with a sigh... “Nothing would make me happier than to ride your butt until it goes bald from the pounding... but i have a mission remember? As far as i know there are two whole [SPAM] of people out there that want me dead and your queen as well. I am probably going to get myself killed and you with me if you tag along. Fact is i could stand dying for a good cause and all that... but if you got killed on the way i would never forgive myself and being in combat the fact that you are in danger is going to affect my judgment, I'm going to think of your wellbeing before i think about my mission. Lets face it, I'm hear to avert a war by starting one and i for the moment am an army of one. The enemy has almost certainly got word that i am coming already, i suppose i should have moved on first thing but... well i cant resist an affectionate gryphon's, what can i say?”
The gryphon tossed his head in annoyance. “I am a Knight of the Bonni`an, i have seen many battles and won my fare share by skill and courage. I would not be some lost hatching by your side James! And i believe i shall have the opportunity to prove my prowess to you shorty. Hold your breath.” said the gryphon as he lifted his head and took hold of James in his talons.
“Hold my breath? wh...” asked James just as the gryphon pulled him under the water, diving down deep into the lake. James had a perfect view of the shoreline where they had been sitting just a moment before and stared in shock when he saw white trails jet into the water and there, passing him by just feet was an arrow on its way to the bottom. James held on as the gryphon carried him down and then upwards towards the surface, what did the gryphon intend to do? If they surfaced they would be made into pincushions by whoever was attacking them. But he had underestimated the sheer increadable power of a gryphon. With great beats of his wings the grypon shot up through the water at an unbelivable speed, faster and faster. James couldn't believe it! The gryphon was actually flying underwater! They must be going as fast as a speed boat! The pull of the water against him was crushing, if the gryphon didnt have a ting hold on him he would have been lost.
The broke the surface like a missile launched from a submarine and in the blink of an eye James and the gryphon were high above the lake. Arrows arced up at them but the gryphon flapped his massive wings in an explosion of air, throwing them into a roll away from the danger like a jet fighter, clutching James close to his chest.
It was all James could do to hang on and not get into the way as the gryphon spun, wheeled and soared and then finally dove for the ground like a falling spear. At the very last moment the gryphon pulled up and tossed James away from him and James found himself gently coming to earth on his own too feet as the gryphon flung by over his head.
“Your weapons James!” cried the gryphon.
James scrabbled to his bundled gear and slung on the harness carrying his smaller weapons, snatching up the great sword in its scabbard. He heard the twang of a bow and spun around. He saw it in a moment, detached an aloof. An archer, looking like some kind of wolf sanding there with a bow, an arrow streaking towards him, without a thought he spun in place and with an out streached hand caught the arrow as he spun. He smiled at the shocked look on the face of the wolf as James stood there holding the arrow that was supposed to kill him in his hand. James smiled at him. “Bad wolfy..” he growled as he snapped the arrow in two between his fingers and then bringing his hand down to the hilt of his sword. “NO TREAT FOR YOU!” he roared, charging the wolf, drawing his sword in a unstoppable rush...
Drawing his sword... yank yank
drawing... yank
draw.... yank yank yank!
He couldn't draw his sword! With a shock of surprised annoyance James realized that his sword has been peace bonded! The sword had been tied to the scabbard so it wouldn't fall out in travel! What an incredibly stupid mistake to make! There was no time to untie it now!
Ahead of him the wolf hastily drew another arrow and set it to string. With a grumble of annoyance James decided on a different approach and simply ran into the archer, knocking him down. He ripped the sword free of his belt still wearing the tied on scabbard and brought it down on the wolves head with a hollow BONK! The dog rolled his eyes up into his head and collapsed senseless.
That worked out well...James thought, James didn't really want to kill a dog, or dog man or whatever he was. He just really would rather not, thank you very much. “Yeek!” He squeaked as He heard a rustling in the brush and dove into the bushes on the opposite side just as an arrow flew where he had been standing. He threw himself flat and crawled underneath the thick brush as the person shooting at him edged into the small clearing where he had stashed his stuff. Another doggy boy from the looks of it, he looked around, sniffing the air. Luckily there wasn't a thread of wind to carry his scent to him, though it was only a matter of time before he got on the trail if he was anything like the dogs back home. But then the wolf spotted his fellow laying where James hand left him, sprawled out in the grass. “Jaken!” cried the wolf and ran to his fallen comrade in arms. James looked at his sword, he could untie it now, freeing the blade... No. for all James knew these were cold blooded murderers and nothing like the dogs he knew. But he just couldn't bring himself to cut them down without knowing a damn thing about them. He sighed... Looks like its going to be the hard way then...
The wolf archer bending over his fallen friend whirled in place as the brush to his left erupted and James rushed him, he reached for the short sword that lay in its scabbard on his side but his arm was met by James's hand. He was pulled back to slam against the humans chest, his arm snaking around the wolves neck as his other arm was lifted straight up, his shoulder pressed with crushing force into the side of his neck as the human rolled back, lifting the wolves legs into the air to kick helplessly as he arched his back. The wolf was annoyed, but didn't seem too bad off, the humans supposed choke hold didn't even really squeeze the front of his throat and though he couldn't really do anything in this position neither could the human who attacked him, it was a stalemate... but then why was he getting so sleepy all of a sudden?
James watched as the wolves eyes closed as the sleeper hold took effect. James smiled and gave the wolf a big kiss on his adorable sleeping face. He move the sleeping wolf a few dozen feet from his also sleeping friend and quickly tied them both up. He listened then and heard a high pitched cry, that must be his gryphon battling it out with who knows how many others! James cursed as he snatched up his sword and rushed back to the shore of the lake...
There he saw his Gryphon who stood at the waters edge, rampant, standing on his hind legs, talons spread, wings wide. There before him just ten meters away was three wolf archers. One big male and two females who stood in a triangle facing the gryphon bows at the ready. As James watched the leader let fly at his magnificent lover. James flung himself at the wolves in a rush, he would never make it! But it seemed he needn't have worried...
With a great flap of one wing the gryphon spun his body brining that great pinion down with a thoom of rushing air and the arrow was blown aside to fall harmlessly in the water. The gryphon tilted his head to the side, his eyes fierce and threatening. “Another step closer.” he said, his voice cold and deadly. “You will run out of arrows soon enough... and when you do...”
“As shall you run out of strength all too soon Gryphon!” barked the wolves seeming leader. I'm serious, he really barked it. It was strange to hear, but it fit perfectly. “We have brought arrows enough.” He said, drawing his bow back to level another arrow at the threatening gryphon.
With a thud a many pointed star of metal slammed into the bow just above the paw that grasped it. The wolf turned and stared at James who stood there in a half crouch, one hand holding a bundle of throwing stars, the other set poised to snatch and throw. James smiled at him. “Nice throw ain't it?” he said. The wolves arms jerked in his direction and seemingly like magic another star appeared in the bow with a thud just under his paw. “oh no, you don't want to turn to face me my furry friend. Do that and my friend the gryphon will be on you in a half a second and tear you to shreds with those nasty talons of his. And me? Well, ill put every one of these little nasties into your furry ass before you can even finish turning. Trust me, I've won trophies for my speed and accuracy with things.” The wolf's eyes shifted to look back at the gryphon who lay poised to strike. The other two archers looked to there leader. Unsure what to do. There leader glanced at him. “The two others. Jaken and Stolt. You slew them?”
“coulda, shoulda... but i didn't” answered James. “There tied up over in a little clearing over that way.” he said with a toss of his head.
“You lie!” growled the wolf. “Your kind are filthy murderers! You kill all you face!”
“I really don't like where you are going with this dog face!” James snapped coldly. “And i really don't like the fact that you are calling me a liar or a murderer either! You were the ones trying to kill us remember? Your furry friends are fine! Hell one of them should be awake by now, sleeper holds only last a minute or two. Why don't you open that toothy alpo eating gob of yours and call him if you don't believe me, he should be able to hear you from here!”
The wolf grimaced and then lifted his head, still trying to keep both James and the gryphon in sight. “Jaken! Stolt! You out there?” he barked.
James could barely hear it, but the rest of them all turned in the direction of the sound of another barking wolf. “I'm here Loak! Its me Stolt! Damn human grabbed me and somehow put me to sleep and tied me up! Then that crazy hairless bastard kissed me and fondled my bits while i was going under!”
The gryphon turned an eye to James who smiled and shrugged. “He was cute!” he cried in his own defense.
“Where is Jaken?” barked the leader.
“He's with me, lying about twenty feet away tied up like me!” came the reply.
“Is he alright?” the leader asked.
“Seems to be!” came the reply. “He's breathing, got a lump on his head though but he seems like hes just sleeping!”
“Can you get loose?” the leader asked.
“What in the name of the Mothers teats do you think I've been trying to do for all this time!” came the annoyed reply. “He tied me up with my arms and legs tied to each other behind me! I'm curled up like a snail! All i can do is lay here and try not to pull my arms and legs off!”
The leader of the wolves snapped his gaze to James as he shook the stars in his hand with a metallic ring. “I hate to interrupt the happy time, but now that you found out I'm not a liar how about you surrender so we don't have to stand out here all day? Hmm?”
Loak, the leader of the band of dog archers sighed and lowered his head. There was no way out. Let fly at the gryphon and they die, turn to let fly at the human, and they die. All he could do now was try and save his band. “Will you accept my life in exchange for the freedom of my band and there sworn oath never to cross you again?”
“Loak! No!” cried one of the females behind him, the other practically weeping in shock.
“Quiet Fenta!” He snapped. “Well? Is that acceptable? My life for the lives of my band.”
James smiled. “I rather like you, you know that?” he said. “Throw all your weapons to the gryphon.”
“You will accept the bargan?” Loak asked.
“Yes.” replied James.
“Do as he says.” commanded Loak.
“But Loak, we can't...” said one of the females.
“This is the only way!” snapped Loak. The girls threw there bows beside Loak's and stood heartbroken behind there leader. “I am ready.” he said as he tossed his short sword to the gryphon's feet.
James turned to the two females. “You had better get going, you don't want to see this.” he said, untying his sword and pulling its deadly sharp blade into the light of day.
The girls kept there eyes down and one murmured to him. “we must recover.... his remains.”
“Fine.” said James with a shrug. “Go stand behind those trees.” they nodded dejectedly and shuffled off. “Alright, lets make this clean.” he said to Loak. “Go stand next to the water and bend over.” he turned to the gryphon and tossed his head. “Gather up there gear and wait for me. This wont take long.”
The gryphon gather up the gear and did as he was asked. It seemed odd that James would demand a life now after it seemed he had slain no one, but still, they had tried to kill them both and they were within there rights to take all there lives if they wished. It was obvious how the battle would have gone if James had decided to finish them. He landed behind James and waited as the wolf bent over, exposing his neck for a clean killing blow. James took up his position next to him, oddly enough a bit far back to actually hit the wolf's neck he thought. He then watched as James took a firm grip on his massive sword and then swung back... back, not up above his head.... His sword was turned so the flat of the blade faced the wolf. The gryphon opened his beak to point out this obvious flaw in James's skill as a swordsman, could he really be that bad? The froze in surprise as the human he called his master brought the blade down in a curving arc to slam with a meaty smack into the bent over wolves buttocks with the flat of the blade sending the unfortunate leader flying with a yowl diving through the air as he jumped from the sting of it headfirst into the water! James shaded his eyes with his hand as he watched the wolf plow into the water. “Damn, i missed the green... Fly be free little wolfy!” he said with a laugh and then turned and sheathed his mighty blade and pronounced with the greatest of ceremony. “My work here is done...” and then without further ado ran like hell down the shore and dove into the bushes shouting over his shoulder “Run for it!” The gryphon stood there stunned at a total loss. “but...” he looked at the bushes where James had fled. “I...” then out at the wet and very angry wolf getting up in the shallow water rubbing his very abused backside. “Oh never mind!” he griped and spread his wings to fly into the air and follow after his obviously insane friend and master.

Until next time my fellow monsters, share the love and the lube

Thank you for the update!! Very excellent!!!

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Another great addition to this fantastically imaginative story. You are planning to have this published, aren't you? It is as good as any book that I have read, and better than most of them that I have read.
It is a mesmerizing story. How many of these additions are we going to get?
It seems like there are many. Hope.

Another great chapter IB :clapping:

*though I was sure that wolf was going to get more than a smack on the bum ;) :P *

Oh you didnt really think James was going to kill a wolf unless he really had to did you? its one of the parts of the story thats tricky, James is an animal lover. (obviously) but now he is in a land where he is going to end up facing animals that frankly want to kill him, its going to end up rather complicated soon enough.
Heh, and oh yes, dont think you have seen the last of those wolves!

It wasn't killing I was thinking of ;) :P :blush:

Another installment of poetic masterpiece :D :D :D

Bump......

Bahwump, definitely!

Excellent story.

I agree with OSB BUMP TO THE MAX!!!!!!