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"B-but I didn't--" The bailiff's meaty hand slammed the clipboard against Snuk's chest hard enough to make him stumble backward. "Save it for the parole board, scales." The man's breath smelled like stale coffee and contempt. Snuk's knees buckled as the guards shoved him through the heavy steel door, his bare feet skidding on damp concrete. The small kobold was still reeling from everything that happened. Getting pinned for a crime he never committed by his own boyfriend that bailed on him, leaving Snuk to take responsibility for crimes he was never aware of. And the whole time nobody bothered listening to him, all the way up to him being officially charged and sentenced to many years in prison. "Fresh meat for Boss," one guard chuckled, nudging Snuk forward with a boot. The other inmates within their own cells lining the halls were unnaturally still, their eyes tracking the kobold's progress like vultures circling roadkill. When he turned his head, Snuk could see one of the inmates having an expression of genuine pity for him. Seeing that had Snuk panicking even harder as he was dragged along like he weighed nothing. Snuk's claws clicked against the concrete as he was marched deeper into the cellblock, the guard's grip tight around his shoulder. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting yellow tinted flickers against the flooring and walls. He caught glimpses of inmates, some grinning and even more giving him those looks of pity, but all of them remained quiet as the guards led him toward the last cell at the end of the hall. The smell hit him first. Not just sweat or grime, but something thick and musky, like swamp water left to ferment. Just inhaling it was making Snuk's stomach lurch. The guard shoved him forward, and his knees hit the ground just outside the cell bars. From the darkness within, a low, rumbling chuckle vibrated through the floor. "Well, well," came a voice like gravel. "Look what the guards dragged in." Snuk's breath came in shallow gulps as the shadows inside the cell shifted. A massive form unfolded itself from the bunk with a groan of protesting metal, the pure smell of sweat and something deeply, overwhelmingly musky rolling off the gator towering in waves. The kobold's vision swam, whether from fear or the sheer olfactory assault, he couldn't tell. "Three feet tall and smellin' like fear," the gator simply called Boss rumbled, his bulk blotting out the flickering overhead light as he loomed over Snuk. One clawed foot, broad enough to crush the kobold's ribcage with a misstep, thumped down against the cell’s flooring. "Guards musta got tired of ya squeakin' already." Snuk's throat clicked as he swallowed, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth. The gator's shadow draped over him like a wet blanket, heavy and suffocating. He could feel the heat radiating off Boss's scaled belly, the musk of him so thick it coated the inside of Snuk's nostrils like grease. "P-please," he managed, the word cracking halfway out. "I...I don't want trouble." "Ain't about what you want, little scale." One massive claw hooked under Snuk's chin, forcing his head up. Boss's yellowed teeth filled his view, "It's about what you get." Snuk's claws scraped uselessly against the concrete as Boss dragged him into the cell by his jumpsuit collar. The kobold let out a yelp as he was being pulled away from the guards that brought him, his pulse hammering where the gator's claw pressed just shy of breaking skin. The cell door clanged shut behind them with finality, the guards already retreating down the corridor, their footsteps hurried. "See how nice I am?" Boss's breath was a hot, wet gust against Snuk's scales as he crowded the kobold against the bunk. The musky stench of him was seeping through the smaller male’s own jumpsuit and giving over to cling onto Snuk's scales like oil. "Coulda tossed ya to the wolves out there." One massive hand splayed across Snuk's back, pinning him face-first against the thin mattress that reeked of the huge reptilian’s body. The kobold's body lashed against the surface until Boss' foot stopped down onto the kobold’s tail with a pressure that made Snuk cry out. "But I'm a gentleman," the gator rumbled. "So you're gonna say thank you, ain't ya?" Snuk's breath hitched as Boss's foot pressed harder against the base of his tail, the pressure just shy of cracking something vital. His claws scrabbled against the rough strained bedding. "Th-thank you," he choked out. The gator's chuckle vibrated through his spine. "Good boy," Boss rumbled. His free hand, broad enough to palm Snuk's entire head, curled around the back of the kobold's jumpsuit collar, pulling him back onto his feet but keeping him close. With his other hand, Boss’ claw tapped against a folded piece of paper tucked into the waistband of his jumpsuit, the edges yellowed and frayed from repeated handling. "Got somethin' for ya to read," he rumbled, pulling it free with a slow, deliberate motion that made the paper crinkle ominously. "Out loud." He pressed it into Snuk's trembling claws. The heading, scrawled in thick, uneven letters, made Snuk's vision swim: “The Slave’s Duties.” He paused to swallow, feeling a rise of dread from reading the lines before speaking them aloud. "P-punching bag," he whispered, the words barely audible. Boss' heavy tail thumped once against the floor as a warning. Snuk flinched, then forced his voice louder. "Punching bag. S-sex toy. Urinal." A hoarse, shuddering breath escaped him as the list went on, each item carving another pit into his stomach. "Pillow. Footrest. T-toy for Boss's underlings when he's bored..." Boss' chuckle was low and filled with smug satisfaction, his bulk shifting closer until Snuk's back pressed against the gator's plump belly. The heat radiating off him was oppressive, the musk of so much sweat and unwashed scales further soaking into the kobold's jumpsuit. "See how thorough I am?" Boss rumbled, his breath hot and damp against Snuk's ear. Snuk hadn't slept so much as passed out from exhaustion, his body curled into the tightest possible ball in the far corner of the bottom bunk. The gator's snores from above vibrated the entire frame of both beds. Even the kobold’s dreams were fraught; him being back home as if his arrest never happened, except there was a train rumbling just outside, constantly in motion and shaking up everything around the kobold... He woke to the sharp pinch of claws digging into his thigh, letting out a yelp from the grip that yanked him from the bottom bunk and out of his sleep. Boss proceeded to lift and hold Snuk up by his scruff like he was simply a doll. Just looking at the bigger male, Snuk could easily see the damp patches where Boss sweat had seeped into his unchanged jumpsuit overnight. Snuk's nostrils flared involuntarily then clamped shut as the full force of the gator's musk hit him all over again. "Rise 'n' shine, urinal," the gator rumbled with a wide sneer that showed all of his fangs. The hand holding up Snuk lowered him down to the point that he was made to kneel before his prison mate. With his free hand, Boss was smugly pulling down the zipper of his jumpsuit. As he pulled it along the length of his body, Snuk was given a view of his dark green chest scales that shimmered but not from how clear the gator was. The reason why was the complete opposite; it was because of the excessive amount of sweat that clung to the scaly beast. And unzipping his suit was unleashing even more of his raw overwhelming masculine funk to Snuk’s poor aching nostrils. With the zipper coming down further, Snuk was left to gasp and look on with big eyes at what flopped free, being the gator’s heavy cock and balls. The shaft itself was about 10 inches and on top of that it was incredibly thick, something that Snuk would only just be able to wrap his hand around. On top of that it was jutting out above a pair of fat balls that looked like oranges. They were glistening with sweat as well, having their own heavy smell while pulsing in front of Snuk’s snout. “It’s about you and I get properly acquainted. And I called you ‘urinal’ for a reason,” Boss said with a meaning as he gripped his length and pointed it right at Snuk’s mouth, his other hand moved to grip the kobold’s head, the large and sharp claws threateningly poking at the skin as a silent warning. Snuk knew what he had to do and complied despite the shivers of discomfort and revulsion that were running through him. That wasn’t helped by the fat and slick tip pushing its way past his lips, forcing him to endure its sharp taste while also spreading his muzzle, causing him to already groan. But that didn’t stop Boss and Snuk was feeling the splash of hot liquid rushing from the tip and washing over his tongue. Even with the cocktip itself sitting just past his lips, the force pushing out the piss was enough that Snuk didn’t need to swallow at first. It was rushing right down into his throat and then into his stomach beyond it, bringing another strong wave of heat that was starting to travel through Snuk’s small body. After the initial spurt there was even more of the fluid rushing out, so quickly that Snuk’s mouth was getting filled, requiring him to start swallowing before he started choking on the stuff. So he willingly began to drink down the hot and strong tasting stuff, letting out a whine as he did it. While Snuk was doing his best to handle the flow, Boss was standing before him with a wide gait, letting out low hums of enjoyment from draining his bladder in the morning. He had a lot in store for his cellmate/new slave to drink down. As he was simply enjoying himself, this position of looming over the smaller male and marking him from the inside, Snuk was still just trying to handle all that was given to him, whether he wanted it or not. And with most of it going down into his stomach, that space was left to feel all the warmer and heavier. Snuk was still doing his best to swallow against the flow, reeling a bit from the strong taste when it started to pool over his tongue, but of course Boss wasn’t going to stop on his account so the kobold kept it up for the sake of not being overwhelmed and potentially drowned by the liquid musk that was still coming out strong. “Not bad, runt. Glad to see they brought someone actually worth my time,” Boss said with a huff. He proceeded to push his fat cock even deeper into the kobold’s mouth, spreading it further while sinking into the start of Snuk’s throat. And what followed next was Boss letting out a grunt in time with him pissing even harder, causing the kobold’s cheeks and throat to bulge all at one time, flooding his muzzle to the point that some was seeping out, dripping down and getting into his jumpsuit, marking him both inside and out in the gator’s mark. With the flow much faster and harder, it didn’t take long for Snuk to become a bit overwhelmed, letting out a muffled groan as some of the piss gushed from his nostrils, just as Boss’ flow was coming to an end, leaving him to groan pleasantly and pull his shaft free. "Good boy. Now it's workout time," Boss announced while casually tucking his shaft back into his jumpsuit and zipping up. Snuk was still reeling from what he just experienced while Boss maintained the hold on him, using it to drag him along and out of the cell just as it was being opened up for rec time. *** The concrete floor was still cold under Snuk's when Boss shoved him onto his back. The kobold barely had time to register the sting of impact before the gator's massive foot descended onto his chest; the full, crushing weight settling just in the right place to punch his breath out. "First set," Boss grunted, lifting one leg in a slow, deliberate manner. The sole of his foot, thick like the rest of the gator and reeking of stale sweat, pressed flush against Snuk's face, neck, and upper chest. The kobold's vision swam, the world narrowing to the dark valleys between Boss's scaled toes. "Fifty reps," the gator panted, his bulk rising and falling above Snuk in waves of suffocating heat. Each descent forced a wheeze from the kobold's lungs, his ribs creaking under the strain. By the twentieth rep, his claws scrabbled uselessly against Boss's ankle, the scales there slick with a film of old grime that clung to Snuk's fingers. "Attaboy," Boss chuckled, rolling his foot to grind his heel against Snuk's nose. "Good little sweat-mat." Snuk's ribs groaned under the relentless pressure of Boss's foot, each weight lifting squat pressing the kobold deeper into the concrete. The gator's toes curled lazily around Snuk's chin, pinning his head back at an awkward angle, just enough to make swallowing difficult, as if the kobold wasn’t enduring enough. "Hold still," Boss grunted mid-rep, his heel grinding into Snuk's sternum. The kobold's vision blurred at the edges, his lungs fluttering for any bit of breath it could get. Between reps, Boss shifted his weight just enough to let Snuk gasp in a single, strained breath; the gator's foot smelled like a gym sock left to ferment in a swamp, the musk so potent it made Snuk's eyes water. "Twenty-three," Boss panted, his belly jiggling with exertion as he rolled his ankle to dig his claws into Snuk's collarbone. The kobold's whimper dissolved into a wet cough when the gator's arch pressed down on his windpipe. By the thirtieth rep, the pressure felt extended to even more of Snuk as the gator’s other foot planted itself down as well, pinning Snuk’s legs. Balancing himself on top of the trembling male underneath him, Boss continued his workout. With all of his weight being exerted onto the kobold, any motion he made was stretching the kobold's ligaments like taffy, his shoulder joints popping in quiet protest. "Quit squirming," Boss snapped, jamming his heel between Snuk's ribs hard enough to leave a bruise. Forty reps in, Boss's sweat had pooled in the hollow of Snuk's throat, the warm dribble seeping into his jumpsuit collar, soaking it completely. The gator's breathing had turned ragged, his massive chest heaving as he paused to wipe his brow. "Fuckin'...hold still..." Boss growled, the claws of his foot snagging in the kobold's jumpsuit fabric as he adjusted his grip. The sound of tearing stitches accompanied the next rep, the shoulder seam splitting open under the strain. Snuk's vision swam in and out of focus as Boss's heel ground down against his pelvis, the rough, hot, and heavy surface pressing just enough to make his breath hitch without quite tipping him into unconsciousness. "Forty-nine," the gator panted, sweat dripping from his jowls and all the way down to eventually reach Snuk's chest in thick, warm, slowly spreading pools. His toes flexed, curling possessively around the kobold's hipbone as he hoisted himself up for the final rep. "Fifty." The word came out as a wet growl, followed by the full, crushing weight of Boss's bulk settling onto Snuk's torso one last time. The kobold's ribs creaked ominously. Before Snuk could even gasp, Boss rolled off him with a grunt, his tail smacking against the concrete as he stretched. The kobold lay there, trembling, his jumpsuit soaked through with sweat, some his own, most of it the gator's, clinging to his body all over like a second skin. Boss didn't give him time to recover. A massive hand closed around Snuk's collar, hauling him upright with a yank that nearly popped the remaining stitches. Snuck would have almost thought that his torment was over but Boss wasn’t moving him out of the gym quite yet. Rather the gator dragged him to another corner of the room, his collar pierced on a hook, leaving Snuk strung up and suspended by his own prison suit while Boss reeled a meaty hand back and slammed it into Snuk, knocking the wind out of the kobold on the first strike but that was just the first of many. Boss proceeded to use his new pet as a literal punching bag, landing blows that had Snuk swinging from the force and reeling from the pain of the gator not holding back when it came to lunging his heavy fists and bashing them to Snuk’s small body. It didn’t take much time for Snuk’s body to become littered in bruises and Boss was still going strong. The gator didn’t seem to feel bad about that but he still paused and took a moment to really look at Snuk, noticing that some of the bruises were already starting to fade. To make sure it just wasn’t his imagination, Boss looked closer and saw that even the darker bruises were lightening and the kobold’s scales were looking completely healed and normal. “So you’ve got some kind of healing…” Boss supposed, being correct in his assumption. “That’s good cause I hate having to go easy on my toys when they get too roughed up. And I can have all the fun that I know you won’t break!” Sure enough Boss was taking it upon himself to launch a series of strong punches one after another that kept Snuk swinging and hissing painfully from the air repeatedly getting knocked out of him. The sight and reactions of pain from him only seemed to be amusing the gator further. That dashed any hopes that Boss would eventually get bored with him… Boss was yet again dragging the kobold off to another part of the prison, this time to the showers where there were a few others but they appeared to be minding their own business for their own sakes, though their shared curiosity was palpable. As for the two, the croc pushed Snuk into a stall and got in close enough to pin the smaller male in between the hard tiling and his own large body that was even sweatier than before, evident by how the whole of his jumpsuit was heavily damp with all the perspiration that had been soaked up. Snuk was kept against the wall even when Boss eased back, thanks to the gator’s extended foot, its hot surface grinding against the kobold’s own suit that had all kinds of rips, stains, and permanent footprints all over it. “You know, I always like a good mouthjob after a hard workout,” Boss said in a teasing, self serving manner while already undoing his zipper to fish out his already swelled cock, even wiggling it back and forth, making it swing with heft and fling a bit of the precum leaking from the end. His foot eased off but Boss made use of his hand to pull Snuk in, giving him little choice when he pushed forwards, spreading the smaller male’s mouth all over again with his tip but this time he did it with a force and gusto that hadn’t been present before. Snuk’s mind was frazzled, his focus jumping back and forth between the overwhelming smell and taste of the cock while it was also stuffing his muzzle so wide, making it part further while the hard meat was jammed in further via the strength of Boss’ hip thrust, forcing Snuk’s muzzle wider still as he gagged, feeling his throat stretch like it never had before, bulging so much against the meat that was taking up so much space. Out of reflex Snuk tried to pull away but that of course did him no good; Boss was taking it upon himself to keep pushing and burying his dick all the way inside, intending for all of his inches to be taken. Eventually the gator’s crotch was pressed to Snuk’s snout, forced to take in the hot musk that was radiating from the area that was so heavily glazed in how sweat, it’s smell making his head spin while Boss was going ahead with pulling back and thrusting in, letting out a loud grunt from the soft throat walls that hugged his erection. Snuk’s head was more of less kept in place, pinned in between the hard surface of the shower wall and Boss’ large body. Taking advantage of that, the gator started to thrust his way in, using his strength to make sure the whole of his cock was jammed into the kobold’s windpipe, keeping it stretched around the girth. The throbbing flesh was grinding against the smooth surrounding walls, leaving behind a sheen of thick precum that was hard for Snuk to swallow on top of everything else but it worked in Boss’ favor making the passage all the slicker and warmer for him. “Yeah, that’s the stuff,” Boss said while groaning aloud, making no attempts to hide his pleasure while there were plenty of others in the shower, glancing towards the gator, seeing him pumping his heavy dick into the kobold’s muzzle. Against the bigger male’s much louder lewd noises were Snuk’s repeated gags from the fat shaft plunging itself fully into his windpipe while further stretching those surfaces. Boss was going at it at his own leisure, subjecting Snuk to whatever he felt like in the moment, amping up the strength of his thrusting to feel more of those reflexive squeezes from the kobold’s throat. From Snuk’s own perspective he was seeing the large green scaled thighs and crotch repeatedly sliding back and coming back up to press firm to his snout, keeping the smell strong in his nostrils. He was feeling the dual discomfort of having his head knocked against the wall and the much larger male’s strong body that kept itself moving. On the receiving end of it, Snuk was having a hard time breathing but he was managing and that seemed to be enough for Boss to keep pumping his dick in, making sure the tip always remained inside when pulling back, further coating his new pet’s windpipe with more layers of hot slickness. And there was also the taste; Snuk was getting more of it while swallowing down the excess of precum that was shot out from the tip, feeling the heat rushing through him from more of that precum filling his stomach. Shudders were running through him from these dual sensations, of the constant musk that was filling his nose and the heavy taste of sweat getting constantly rubbed onto his tongue along with all of the precum coming out. The bigger male’s growls of pleasure were getting stronger and lower in time with the thrusts gaining strength as well, the slaps of his crotch knocking into Snuk’s muzzle and his heavy balls thumping into the kobold’s chest were echoing with sharper claps. Feeling the puffs of breath on his crotch and hearing the strained muffled groans were bringing about a greater rise within the gator, him looking down to see the smaller scaly male only just managing to handle what he had. He made use of all the precum he spurt out, huffing from the rush of briskly pumping his dick along those surfaces, loving the constant squeeze that surrounded him. “Keep working that mouth, runt. Almost done…” Boss said with an extra rumbling in his voice. Without warning he put more speed and force into his thrusting, listening to the sloppy sounds of his cock pumping its way back and forth along with Snuk’s stronger gags and shakes. The whole length of his heavy dick was heavily coated in his own musky fluids that were dripping and spilling out, musking up the kobold’s jumpsuit even further. The throbbing could be felt getting stronger by both and while Boss was very much looking forward to blowing his load, Snuk was feeling a growing sense of dread. And with every moment, whether back or forth, those same throbs were getting all the stronger still while plenty more precum was leaking out, all these signs making it clear that Boss was right on the edge of blowing his load… Sure enough, another firm thrust led to Boss stuffing his cock fully inside and keeping it there as it was pulsating even harder than against the throat walls that clung firmly until the whole thing swelled further and seed began to shoot out from the fat tip. Another whine came from Snuk as the loads were shooting into his muzzle and throat, quickly flooding them and being almost too thick for Snuk to properly swallow down. Even more than before, Boss was letting out long groans of blissful pleasure from blowing such a big load down the kobold’s swallowing throat. There was so much cum shooting out all at once with plenty of force behind it as well, and Snuk began to swallow harder just to keep himself from being overwhelmed by it all. Even then there was so much oozing out from the corners of his mouth, spilling further onto his already marked jumpsuit, getting soaked into it just as much as the sweat had. Leaking from his chin, down his chest, and onto the floor, Boss was still blowing his loads, his moans and deep exhales echoing across the shower room, getting the attention of everyone, putting more of a spotlight on Snuk and humiliating him further. As the gator was finished he pulled back, letting the last of his seed fly out from the tip, marking the kobold’s scale, making a mess of them while coating them in seed that would leave behind a strong smell as well. Though they were in the showers, Boss didn’t bother with turning on the water or getting himself cleaned up. Instead he was zipping himself back up and pulling the kobold along all over again. “Not bad, runt. And just in time for lunch too…” “W-where are we going now?” Snuk dared to ask, lamenting the showers that were getting all the further away from him. "Mess hall," Boss announced, as if Snuk had any say in the matter. Snuk was still a mess and reeked heavily of his new cellmate, something that everyone else in the mess hall would see and smell for themselves. Sure enough along the way to the hall, there were the jeers and whistles of others, comments about how Boss had claimed another so soon. When Snuk was yanked onto his feet they stumbled over the concrete, his knees feeling weak and buckling every few steps while Boss continued to drag him along. The other inmates were tracking him with their eyes, some grinning and some licking their lips, but all hung back, not taking the chance of taking Boss’ toy from him. It was clear enough for anyone to see, given the messy state Snuk was in and the stench of gator musk that clung to his torn jumpsuit and his own scales beneath. Boss didn’t glance any of their way, keeping his grip tight even as Snuk’s steps faltered. “Keep up,” he rumbled firmly. The mess hall was full of activity but moved in an orderly manner thanks to the guards keeping watch. Boss shoved through the line, getting his trap piled high with whatever slop the kitchen staff doled out. Snuk’s stomach rumbled from the sight, not that the food looked particularly appetizing but he hadn’t eaten anything since the day before and he noticed that Boss wasn’t getting anything for him. He didn’t get the chance to get a tray for himself either, not with the gator’s free hand clamped to the back of his collar, pulling him towards a table in the corner. “Under,” Boss ordered, giving Snuk a firm nudge with his knee, making the weak aching kobold wince and slink under the metal tabletop. Snuk’s stomach was rumbling and even aching as he heard Boss noisily eating above him, even calling out for others to join him. They were other large anthros that spoke with deep voices. Snuk was surrounded by them, seeing them all from the waist down but he could get a feel for what kind of creature they were based on their tails or feet. He could hear them talking about them. One of them asked about Boss’ new replacement pet after the last one left. He could only assume they were those “Boys” that Boss referred to earlier, using them as a punishment if the kobold didn’t behave. Eventually a lump of congealed and still warm mashed potatoes plopped onto the floor between Boss's spread legs, followed by a half-chewed bite of mystery meat. Though Snuk had his pride, his stomach growled fiercely, urging him to do something in an attempt to quell his hunger. The kobold's clawed hands twitched toward the scraps before freezing as Boss's massive, sweaty foot came down with a wet splat, grinding the food into the grime between his toes. "Better lick quick," Boss rumbled around a mouthful of bread, his tail thumping lazily against the bench. The gator's swampy musk thickened the air as he shifted, pressing his sole harder into the mess. "Before I decide you don't get lunch at all." Snuk whined as laughter rippled from the table above. He could feel the other inmates waiting, some with pity, most with amusement. The kobold's tongue darted out before he could stop it, lapping at the pulped potato clinging to Boss' wet and grimy underfoot. The taste of salty potatoes and sour sweat made his nose wrinkle, but he kept going, starvation acting as a stronger force than humiliation. "Good bitch," Boss chuckled, dropping a thin chunk of bread crust. It bounced off Snuk's forehead before landing in the puddle of mashed food beneath the table. The gator stretched his legs wider, his knee knocking against Snuk's shoulder. "You're gonna learn to love this view. Might even teach you to beg for my scraps proper-like." A wet cough escaped Snuk as Boss's toes flexed against his lips, smearing the mixed mess across his muzzle. The kobold's claws dug into his own thighs, but he didn't pull away; he couldn't, not with the unspoken threat of hunger hanging between them. Yesterday's lesson still burned fresh; the way Boss had pinned him face down into the mattress. He was powerless to stand against the gator and this was just Day 1 of his years long sentence… Things didn’t get much better for Snuk after that; rather quickly the kobold was put into a daily routine of acting as the croc’s slave and tending to his whims. There wasn’t a day that went by when he wasn’t pushed around, abused, and humiliated. Of course none of the other prisoners would lend him any help as that meant taking Boss’ new toy away from him. None even the guards would do their job and listen to his pleas, being just as if not even more afraid of the gator than the inmates. So Snuk was truly left on his own, to endure whatever Boss had in store for him… Speaking of which, the kobold was having an uneasy sleep on the same upper bunk that Boss was sleeping on as well. The gator insisted that Snuk share the bed with him so there would be easy access. And sure enough the morning came and the smaller male all but pinned underneath the bigger one was woken up with Boss’ stirring and him aiming to take care of his morning wood by pushing himself inside of the kobold’s ready hole. His length was still slick and Snuk’s ass was also stretched from the fucking that happened the night before. From Boss’ perspective he was just picking up where he left off, letting loose a low growl of pleasure while Snuk was jolted into waking and whining from the deep filling he was getting all over again. And despite the firm rutting he got the night before, Snuk was still so warm and tight for Boss who pushed himself completely inside, hilting within the smaller body that knew better than to complain. “Yeah, I’ve got you good and trained just how I like. Has a week really passed since they dropped you here in my cell? How lucky am I to get such a good pet?” Boss asked aloud while pulling his hips back and shoving his way back into the walls that were slick with the cum he left in it. Underneath him Snuk was a groaning and whimpering mess, feeling the reluctant pleasure of having his sweet spots touched and pressed down so much by the heavy shaft. Boss was humping slowly to start but his cock size plus most of his body weight being on top of Snuk was putting him through so much already. Even the bed itself was rocking back and forth from the gator’s motions. “That’s right! Keep squeezing on it like a good pet!” Boss said. Feeling the hot and sweaty body rocking so firmly on top of his own, Snuk was surrounded by the gator’s harsh smell, of course coming from the heavy form rocking itself along but also it was soaked into the whole of the bed, the mattress and its bedding, being inescapable and constantly Snuk’s senses. With the speed picking up and the thick cock being so relentless in getting all of its inches deep inside, the kobold felt the pleasure instinctively rising on his end too in the form of his own cock throbbing harder and leaking more onto the bed. Boss was really getting into it, having the perfect way to start another prison day. Wanting as much as he could get, he was reaching under himself to pull Snuk in all the closer, his thrusts getting all the stronger while coming one after another. Making it all the better for him was Snuk responding with firm clenches of his hole that made the pleasure all the greater for the bigger male. “Yeah, deep down you want all of this gator dick, don’t you?” Boss asked. He wasn’t just speaking for his own sake but calling out the reactions of Snuk’s body, whether he wanted them to happen or not. Snuk couldn’t answer if he wanted to, not with the croc thrusting his way even harder, jabbing against those spots that were making him go completely limp, as if he wasn’t already pinned down entirely. And from there the thrusts were getting stronger still, leaving Snuk to wonder how the bed was holding up against all of this. Eventually it was all too much for Snuk to endure, his hips jerking involuntarily as he came and shot his seed onto himself and the bed. Boss felt this, more specifically he was pleasantly growling from the series of tighter clenches that he was given and able to hump against, leading to the bigger male snarling deeply above him, his entire large body shaking from the strength of his climax. Snuk felt the seed blasting into him, getting pumped with plenty of force, sending it jettisoning into his deepest depths where his stomach was bloating out to hold all of the jizz. And Boss was letting out a bigger morning load that took up a lot of space within the kobold, leaving him reeling from the rush of heat that coursed through him. By now Snuk had gotten used to being dragged to wherever the gator wanted when he was able. He was taken away from the cell while being a complete mess and into the gym where he was yet again used as a mat while Boss got his workout in, enduring the literally crushing pressure of the massive reptile’s moving body. And when it was over Snuk was put to work further by being turned into the gator’s sweat rag, being used to mop up the bigger male’s excess of sweat that left Snuk heavily marked as usual, him smelling more of his new master than of himself long at this point. “Alright, Runt. I think it’s been long enough that I can really introduce you to my boys,” Boss said with a particular excitement in his own voice. Snuk was taken somewhere new this time, brought to another cell and practically tossed in. The kobold groaned and got himself up, only to look up and see a large horse and bull looming over him. “I’m leaving him in your care for today. Have your fun with him but just make sure you don’t kill him,” Boss said with a laugh, walking away while the bull was quick to snatch up Snuk. “So you’re the little thing that Boss has been going on and on about,” the horse said as he looked Snuk up and down. “Yeah, you definitely smell like him.” “Then let’s have some fun with him. See if we can get him to smell more like us,” the bull said. He and the horse started to laugh while Snuk was again feeling the sense of looming dread. And that dread wasn’t misplaced. His clothes were snatched from him and while completely nude, he found himself stuck in between the horse and bull that had their jumpsuits open. Handling just one for all of this time had been one thing but now Snuk was presented with two large and musky cocks at the same time. The horse was the one to grip Snuk by the hips, keeping him held up while easing the smaller male down to slide his way in between the smooth-scaled cheeks, executing another push to get himself inside, making use of the cum that Boss left behind for them, letting out a loud and low hum from how good it felt to push his large erection inside. The insertion was quick, plunging the tip into the smaller male’s depths and that was before the horse started thrusting with firm pushes. Snuck’s body was responding immediately, the muscles of his tailhole clenching down to make the tightness even better for the equine. Again his body was responding on its own, causing him to get hard and leak precum against his stomach while it was being rocked back and forth by the incoming thrusts. The speed of the pumps were already ramping up, feeling like a punch into the kobold’s guts from how much the horse packed. While he was groaning aloud from the feeling, the bull took advantage by pushing his own large cock inside and he got busy with using Snuk’s oral passage just as roughly, leaking plenty already, so much that it was slathering the smaller male’s muzzle in his musky precum. That throat being firmly wrapped around his thick shaft was making him huff and shudder as well. “Fuck, he’s even tighter than I thought,” the horse huffed. “That’s cause we’re using him together,” the bull responded. Stuck between them, Snuk felt like he was being pushed to his limits but had nothing else to do but just riding it through like he had so many times before. He couldn’t tell if they were so eager because they were pent up or because the stink of Boss was just riling them up into pumping firmly inside of him. Either way he knew that the two wouldn’t be letting them go until they were satisfied and even then he would still be left with them until Boss came back, not that going back to the gator’s “care” would be any better. The two large males were grunting heavily while they were pumping away. From their efforts but probably even before all of them, the two were sweating and releasing their own strong scents from their open jumpsuits, flooding the smaller male’s nose to the point that his head was spinning, not helped by the two thrusting so harshly into him, making his body rock in between them. This was even forming a bulge in his stomach that was rising and falling in time with their pumps, their cocktips poking against his belly when they were fully inside. As it progressed the smells of lust, sex, and sweat were becoming all the stronger and more defined, leaving Snuk to breathe it all in while he was gasping from everything intensifying. The horse and bull were bringing themselves in all the closer, pressing their sweaty bodies to Snuk’s and grinding their sweat into his scales, giving him yet another layer of musk to make him smell even stronger. Through it all, Snuk had gotten an erection and been leaking precum. It was pushed into him and he couldn’t help it, not when they were putting so much forced pressure on his prostate. And with it continuing, Snuk was cringing and moaning out as he reached his own climax, shooting his loads onto the flooring of the cell. And that was giving the two much larger males still thrusting into him a lot more ammo for them to use. With let no let up, they were thrusting in relentlessly, leading to the bull shaking and groaning first as he was pumping his loads into Snuk’s mouth and throat, quickly followed by the horse doing the same but he was seeding the kobold’s anal passage. Both bigger males were thrusting in deep and keeping their cocks there while pumping up the small male’s insides and bloating his stomach, making him feel the weight of it until they pulled out and made sure to spill the last of their seed on marking Snuk. “Fuck...that was good. But we’re just getting started with you,” the horse said. “Yeah Boss gave us orders to really break you in. By the time he gets you back you’ll be a broken slut that’ll do anything little thing he’s told. And getting you to that point will be the fun part…” the bull said ominously, chuckling along with the horse as they kept themselves close to the whining kobold…