Xan was sex craved for cloacas after the encounter he had with Alex and that gryphon hatchling he fucked to death with him. 
He distinctly remembers how the insides of that hatchling fell apart from his massive ribbed cock, and all the damage caused from it. Most of all, Xan was absolutely delirious with pleasure that time and he was excited to try it out once again! 
After quietly talking to Finn about the possibility of capturing more hatchlings, the Doberman respectively dismissed that proposal - saying that most people came to the slavery for young tailhole, not young feral tailhole. 

Xan scoffed at that, and asked why, but he just shrugged. 
“I don't know, maybe they just don't have the guts to,” he said, then directing Xan into his ‘throne room’. 
“But the place where I got that hatchling from,” Finn continued, “It's right by the woods next to here.”
Xan perked up and called Alex on his phone about the possibility of going out on another ‘snuffing adventure’ with him:
“Hey Alex! Do you remember that time at the park - our first little adventure out for cub tail hole? Well, I was thinking we could do something similar this time, but look out for several hatchlings to snuff out instead-”
What?”
Alex had denied his request, saying that he's busy with a man named ‘Croc’ - a pedo-in-the-making who's a scout leader. 
Instead, Xan decided to pair up with an old friend of his - Oliver - who is surprisingly more evil than him. 
In fact, Oliver is very very evil and sadistic, and that's not to mention the huge, spiked cock that he has! In many ways, Oliver is the perfect fit for Xan’s new snuffing adventure! 

===At the forest===

“They must be around here somewhere…”
Xan was searching around for the hatchlings nest in the forest, but so far he's had no luck. 
Oliver sighed as he re-adjusted his trousers. 
“Mff, you sure there's some cub meat around here? There better be, I haven't jacked off in 3 days and I'm aching to seed some baby's hole.”
Xan walked back to Oliver and rested a paw on his shoulder, the other one groping the sizable bulge in his jeans - making Oliver moan out. 
“Yeah, there will be. We just need to do a little more searching. Follow me.”
After a few more minutes of searching, Xan had finally found a gryphon’s nest, and luckily the mother was out, so they both had all the time in the world to snuff out these precious miracles of life. 
Oliver’s eyes hungrily scoured his prey as he sneaking up on them: two brown gryphon hatchling boys, looking to be about 2 weeks old each. 
His loins throbbed as soon as he caught a glimpse of that cloaca below the tail swaying in the wind. 
It looked so tight, and perfectly pink. 
Without warning, Oliver jumped onto the hatchling, pressing him down on the nest and exposing that amazing cloaca which twitched and quivered in the open air. 
Oliver’s cock was ripe with cum, begging to be freed - so he unzipped his jeans, and pulled out his massive 15 inch monster from his fly (he was going commando). 
Xan did the same, ogling Oliver’s cock across from him that was streaked with blood. 
“Don't clean it?” Xan asked. 
Oliver beamed: “I like to keep the blood on my cock for memories’ sake,” he said, firmly pressing that spiked tapered tip of his thick cock to the quivering cloaca. 
Once it slid in, he let out a deep, relieved moan and his shaft was shoved in thereafter - the squeals of mercy and fidgeting of the hatchling below urged him on to delve fully in. 
Xan broke it too, but he was managing to suppress his urges for now, not going nearly as quick as Oliver did. Instead, he just sat back and held the animal down - watching his cock slowly slide into the tight, barely developed depths. 
Blood oozed at from both cloacas, providing sufficient lube for both pedos to pierce forward into their fuckmeat. 
No words were exchanged, just teeth-gritting pleasure, clenched jaws and deep manly moans until Xan spoke up - his voice hoarse and barely registeable. 
“Take it slow,” he said, looking deep into the evil, burning red eyes of his equally hung and hunky pedo brother. 
Oliver winced and threw his head back as up to half of his shaft was shoved in the tight hole - his cock was definitely in the stomach now and it was creating a painful abdominal bulge. 
“It's so hard.”
Xan nodded, eyelids drowsy from pleasure: “Yeah. But we haven't even got to the irresistible part yet.”
Xan’s paw pressed down tighter on the back of his personal fuckmeat, and loud popping noises broke through the sound of the men's grunts, followed by a high pitched, animalistic squeal - a cry for help, of mercy, of near-death. 
Upon hearing that earth-shattering scream pierce through their ears, both pedos instinctively slid further into their assigned baby toys and let out heavy moans among the cacophony of squeals. 
“God… Fuck. I'm fucking a baby animal. Fuck!”
Oliver was close to losing it thanks to his partner's deadly act of violence. 
It seemed so easy to break these newborn animals apart, and that's what pushed Oliver’s paw further down onto the back of his gryphon hatchling. He felt it squealing, dying, the last of the air being sucked out of him before another loud pop threw the men off guard with its sheer satisfaction, going in tandem with the death-curdling scream that followed after. 
Oliver’s body instinctively lurched forward, pressing his cock meat further in the trembling body of the hatchling - each spike going in with a tear and stretching that cloaca to a size about as big as it's whole bottom. 
Xan sighed and heaved with his tongue out, mirroring his friend's actions - and thrusting the rest of his spiky cock in one long, determined rut. Once both men felt their big fat balls touch the soft bloody fur of the gryphon cubs - they moaned out again, but this time it was more like a slur - a deep satisfied moan. These pedos were getting what they desired. 
“Fuck, Alex doesn't know what he's missing out on,” Xan said - looking at his friend and moving up closer to him, both gryphon bodies slowly dying on their cocks. 
Oliver looked down to see trickles of blood coming out both of the cloacas, and coating both cocks. 
“See that, Xan. They're letting out their baby lube for us.”
Xan licked his lips and leaned his body forward on his fuckmeat, making the gryphon squeal very softly; his lungs were under a lot of pressure from the body pressing down on it, and the cock that was lodged inside. Xan then interlocked tongues with his dragon friend beside him and making Oliver lean down on his fuckmeat too.
The black dragon moaned out, breaking Xan’s embrace and focusing on the slow cracks rippling through the gryphon hatchling’s body.
“So breakable, aren’t they - bro?”
Oliver nodded and fucked the hatchling harder, making sure to press his big hefty black balls up to the puffy cloaca which made the hatchling quiver more and lose life. 
Sickly and squelching sounds were echoing in the nest, along with the deep grunts of the two men - slowly drawing out the life from their babies as they died from their cock and bodies pressing down on them.
Oliver stopped thrusting mometorialy and took a deep breath, assessing how brutally he would kill them this time.
“We need to give them more to cry about,” he said - Xan turning his head to him with a smirk.
“Go on…”
“Twist them over,” Oliver ordered.
The two pedos simultaneously twisted their fuckmeat on their cocks, destroying their insides with their spiky cocks without thinking about it, more interested in hearing their cries.
What resulted was a beautiful chorus of death-curdling screams coming from both of the hatchlings, causing both pedo cocks spurt more precum in their sloppy cloacas.
“Yeah, let loose with that scream!” 
Xan twisted around the hatchling to pin it down on the floor again, making these insides tear up and back up blood in it’s throat, so the evil dragon could thrust harsher into the cloaca and coat his cock in more blood and guts.
Oliver watched what Xan was doing, and felt compelled to inflict more pain onto his little cocksheath, and started to slowly draw his cock out - tearing the cloaca and anal walls, coating his cock in dark red blood - before thrusting back in and looking deep into its eyes.
The screams were so loud that the hatchling’s vocal chords were beginning to tear and, consequently, the pedos were coming to their orgasm from the deathly sounds too.
Oliver commanded Xan to twist the hatchling over yet again, and look deep into its eyes. 
“Aye aye, sir!” Xan replied and relished in how his little toy was barely hanging onto life as he was twisted around - looking into those near-lifeless eyes with glee and the vice grip it had on it’s cock, like it was trying to suck it up.

The two pedos huddled close together, and Oliver threw his arm over Xan’s shoulder in a friendly gesture - it seems that he wants to share his orgasm and release with his friend, and Xan was more than happy to oblige.
“Let’s see which one screams the loudest,” Oliver said.
They were frantically thrusting now, putting every ounce of energy into their hips to batter and destroy the hatchlings’ insides - spitting saliva in their faces and blurring their vision as they spouted out countless obscenities. 
Xan was the first to lose his control:
“Ughh, little hatchling bodies are so tight! Scream louder!”
Xan slapped the hatchling across the face harshly, which made him squeal, sending more jolts of pleasure to Xan’s bloody cock. 
Meanwhile, Oliver was preferring to take it slow and draw out his prey’s death - getting delight from watching his body flop around like a toy with each and every thrust. 
Oliver gripped the paws that were flopping about, and pinned them to the floor - shattering the bones in them and making his hatchling scream the loudest of the two. 
Xan was shocked, then saw Oliver begin to fuck it like no tomorrow and that spurred him on to a messy finish inside his baby fucktoy. 
“You hear that, whelp? Your baby brother is being absolutely obliterated by my pedo brother!”
Xan forced his hatchling to look into his eyes as he shouted at him, drowning out his screams. 
“I'm going to…” one thrust, and the gryphon squealed out way louder than the other - prompting Oliver’s attention. 
“Fucking kill you…” Oliver watched intently as Xan was sex crazed over the tight, inflated cloaca clenching around his cock. Xan thrusted again, and a loud squelchy sound echoed in his eyes along with a huge spray of blood on Xan’s crotch, cock and balls. The dragon looked down and felt himself lose control in the last couple of thrusts, relishing in the blood that kept pouring out from the fully broken cloaca to coat his crotch with more deathly blood. It was a great show of dominance, and Oliver just had to stop thrusting to see it. Although he is never sure which hatchling has screamed the loudest, he is sure that Xan is one of the most predatory men in the slavery - right up to the same level as Oliver. 
“Yeah, fucking kill that bitch!” 
As his friend was encouraging him on, Xan got more turned on and asked him to shout more. 
Taking a deep breath, Oliver wanted his next words to send his next words to send his friend into a orgasm of bliss, blood and cum. 
“I said… FUCKING KILL THAT BITCH WITH YOUR COCK!”
This clearly sent Xan over the edge, and Oliver spectated with pride as those huge, blood-covered balls were churning up - emptying gallons upon gallons of white, thick and icky pedo cum into the small and torn up depths of his personal hatchling fucktoy. 
Oliver gripped his friend's shoulder tightly and moved his head to kiss him. The two made out like rabbits, but Xan could barely register what was going on because the orgasm was so mind-blowing. 
“Yeah, you fucking filled that bitch up, yeah?”
Xan moaned and felt his cock spew more cum into the cloaca. He couldn't control it anymore. 
“Yeah, I did. Filled that fucktoy up with litres of pedo cum. Look,” 
Oliver looked over his friend's shoulder to see the hatchling lifeless and belly inflated with cum. 
“Brilliant sight, you fucked amazingly well, bro,” Oliver commended Xan and he in turn asked whether he had seeded in his fuckmeat yet. 
Oliver just giggled and turned to his hatchling, now unconscious and the body feeling cold. 
“No, I was too preoccupied by your amazing fuckfest. Mind helping me out, bro? Gotta get this cocksheathe awake and warm again with blood.”
Alex moaned at the possibility of joining him, but his cock felt really amazing inside his hatchling - he could feel so much still breaking inside. 
“I'll just do what you did. Talk dirty and spit on it while you fuck it.”
“Mmm, okay bro.”

Oliver started out slowly with his thrusts, which shook the hatchling awake along with a slight whimper. 
“Good morning. You still got this pedo to service!”
Xan licked his lips as Oliver increased the speed and power of his thrusts, those whimpers upgrading into squeals - then full on screams as Oliver was now brutally raping it down, looking deep into its eyes and itching to see the life leave them. 
Xan spat on the hatchling as Oliver was fucking it, 
“Yeah, go on, seed into that hole like you mean it bro!”
Oliver moaned out and thrusted harder and harder until he came inside the hatchling, his cock expanding its spikes until they were scraping it every inch of his insides - making his cock a bloody and cummy mess inside the cloaca. 
“Mmmm, that's right, kill that boy with your cock!”
Oliver was watching it die and that made him pour more cum into its bowels with his deathly cock. 

After that, the two were immensely satisfied with their recent kill, their cocks still spurting fresh cum in their corpses with a heavy, heady and cummy smell in the air. It was a natural, predatory thing for these cocks to grip onto the holes so tightly - their spikes tearing up each and every inside in the process, along with their muscular bodies pressed down upon them - leaving the hatchlings near dead, battered and broken. 
Both desires of Xan and Oliver were sated for the moment - but if they were to rise again, they know where to look.