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~Flynn's Feast~

Written By Phamyne Plaguox

[WARNING! Contains:Male (Naga) on Male (Panther) Oral Sex, Domination, Abuse, Constriction, (Soft) Oral Vore, Gore, Digestion (Fatal), and is not suitable for minors.]

~Day One: Ingestion~

Stepping from the cab, I straighten my baseball cap while my eyes scan over the outland around me. On the outer edges of the city, the landscape is dry and unhospitable, and from what I can see, there are no other houses beside the one in front of me. While the scenery around me is filled with mostly dry grass, acacia trees and sagebrush, the large house I've arrived at is anything like the farmstead one might come to expect in such an environment.

Modern in the most simplistic of ways, the large building is angular in a way that I can tell it's been built in this century. It's painted white, has navy blue window frames, adorned with mahogany roof tiles, and kept pristinely uniform in stark contrast to the garden that could use a little more love as it seems completely wild. But then again, I guess with such a dry looking environment, it must be difficult to keep anything thriving out here.

I am drawn back to the present as I hear the yellow cab behind me rev and drive off. I follow the car with my eyes as it drives steadily down the black tar road, and once it rounds the first bend leading down the hill, I return my sights back upon the house before me. Within, this is where I hope to fulfill one of my most deep-seated of desires, something that I've wanted ever since I saw my first giant snake movie as a cub. Nodding to myself and straightening the black cap on my head, I stride through the short metal gate with purpose. It clangs shut behind me and I walk confidently across the short stone path leading up to the wooden deck of the veranda.

Before I can arrive at the front door, an open field to the right of the house catches my eye. I chance a moment to stray from the path and walk through the unruly grass so I can peek around the corner. My suspicions are confirmed as I spot an archery range with a few targets set up. There are a few straw dummies places strategically around the vast expanse, all of which have arrows embedded through their straw skulls or impaling their chests as if they were trying to imitate one or another hero in those movies where it takes more than four arrows to kill them.

My ears flicker as I hear something rustling in the brush further ahead, but when it doesn't sound again, I shrug it off before turning around and making my way back to the path and up the three steps of the veranda, coming to a stall in front of a pair of large metal doors.

My heart races in my chest as I find myself standing at the precipice of my utmost desires. Something I've been striving towards by working overtime at the courier company to save enough cash to "Donate" in order to achieve this dream. But now that I am standing here, my paw pads feel clammy, my heart is trying to escape out my throat, and my whiskers feel as if they are auditioning at a rave club as cage dancers.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath of the desert like air and try to steady myself and clear my head. He said I can just walk in when I get here, that the door is hardly ever locked. I'm not sure if it's because most beastfolk know who lives here, or this place is so outback that robbers probably wouldn't come all the way out here, but the male within these walls seemingly has no qualms about having unexpected guests.

When I open my eyes, I find myself tilting my head back to release the breath burning in my throat, and while I feel braver after taking a moment to calm down, the black object protruding right above the doorframe catches my attention. Guarding the entry way like a sentinel is an IP camera, it's a little smaller than a baseball and completely black. I blink in surprise but quickly remember how many cameras this guy has around his house. I mean, I've watched his livestreams more than a few times, so I should have expected this, but coming face to face with one seems to make everything seem more real.

Looking away, I quickly brush aside any last conflicting thoughts I may have, and while straighten my cap, I flex my pictorials before grasping the doorhandle and strutting through with all the confidence I have when trying to seem more dominant for the sub's I frequently bedded, but my act falters as soon as I step through the door, replaced with a cold sensation that runs down between my legs, imitating the sensation that I've just pissed myself.

I gulp through my dry throat so audibly that it feels as if it echoes along the walls, for at the far end of the room, I spot him... The guy I've been fantasizing about since finding his channel is nonchalantly coiled over the bottom half of his body like a makeshift chair while he types away in front of a computer. I freeze, one foot barely having left the threshold as I take in the magnificent sight of his back, feeling that cold sensation in my crotch quickly warming and becoming something, I mentally have to suppress.

Flynn Sylvaur... Residing on the other end of the room is the legend himself, and as I stand here, I can hardly believe I'm actually seeing him! The naga in question is well known for many things, primarily in The Predators & Hunters annual survivalist competition. And while I've never been one for camping and trying to live off the land, I found him through very different means. I've been a member of "Vore & Maw" for years now, in fact, it's where I get most of my fapping material, so when I found a post containing a link to Flynn's homepage that promised all the juicy content I could ever want, it was seriously love at first sight for me.

Flynn is the current reigning champion of the Hunters & Predators event, which involves a list of different things. From tracking feral animals, foraging eatable plants, paw to paw combat, and even archery! I tried to watch the online livestream two years back, but I got bored of it pretty quickly. Though... There was this goofy looking coyote boy who was going ballistic in the stands that I found pretty entertaining. When someone says the word "Fan boy" that brown canine is the first thing that pops into my head now'a days. Heh, he was _literally_frothing at the mouth! I bet he had a great time at the after party they hold there, but personally, I got bored whenever Flynn wasn't on screen and never bothered watching last year's event, but to no one's surprise. Flynn won.

My attention is once more brought back to the present as Flynn raises as glass of clear liquid to his lips, tips the contents into his maw and silently refills it with what I now realize to be vodka, before returning to type at his keyboarded. He obviously saw me when he turned to place the bottle down, but doesn't seem bothered in the slightest with my presence, not even bothering to spare me a glance or even a simple "How'da do~?". I gulp, feeling even more nervous, but muster up the courage and take two more steps into the room.

Mathew: "H-hey there~" I try to put on my most suave of voices, but it comes out shaky and completely fails to draw a response from the naga. I bite my lip, looking at the back of his green scaled head as he takes another sip of his drink.

I know this guy is a bit of an asshole from the interviews I've seen of him, the live streams I catch whenever he casts one, and by that court case that half the nation watched on TV, but actually being in his presence makes it feel so much more oppressive. Intimidating even. I take another shaky step forward but as I walk into the lounge properly, I feel a weird sensation as my feet hit what I thought would be cold stone.

Wriggling my toes, I watch my eight claws tap along the smooth stone floor and feel as warmth starts to sink into the pads of my feet. The heated floors catch me by surprise, but thinking about it, I guess with being semi cold blooded that it must be necessary for Flynn to have something like this. Can't say I'm complaining, it might be the middle of spring, but it was a bit nippy outside.

Looking around, I find the living room to be sparsely decorated. The area is about sixty feet wide in both directions and contains a lower level that separates the heated floor from the walkway surrounding it. This walkway is a few feet wide and lightly decorated with shelves containing either books or oddments, leaving a clean path for someone like Flynn to slithering through without worrying about knocking anything over.

Aside from a long glass coffee table, an even longer naga sized leather couch, and a big plasma screen TV set against the wall, there really isn't anything else decorating the living room. It's very spartan, but in a strange way, comfy in a "Cordial office meeting" kinda way.

The inside of the serpent's house smells just as clean as the white walls are bright, in fact, I can hardly pick up any scent that would tell me he lives here. And other than a lack of hanging pictures, or plants to liven the lounge, there is a prominent lack of colour. Well, other than the larger-than-life naga who still hasn't deigned to pay any attention to my arrival.

Looking at the serpent with only the sound of his fingers dancing on the keyboard to accompany his cold greeting, I decide to go for a different approach. Curving around the leather sofa and approaching the naga, I come to a stop not ten feet from Flynn.

Mathew: "Hey, I'm Mathew Davis, I'm... Err, we spoke... Before...?" With the intent I had of coming off as confident and approachable, it all falters as the naga continues to ignore me. Instead, he dismissively waves his scaly hand over his shoulder. At first, I think that the serpent is brushing me off, perhaps not liking what he saw when I walked in the door, but out the corner of my eye I catch sight of a stack of papers on the coffee table and realise that Flynn's gesturing me towards them. Walking up to the glass table, I sit upon the white leather couch and pick up foremost page.

Mathew: ""Wavier of rights."" The stack is thick, there are maybe a hundred or more pages in a neat pile with nothing more than a pen above them. Right... How could I have forgotten about this? I look over my shoulder and find that Flynn is so immersed with what he's doing that I could probably leave right now if I really wanted to...

Casting my gaze to the double doors, I nervously bite the inside of my cheek before looking down at the page in my paws. Signing this will mean that I'm signing my life away to Flynn. He can do what he wants with me, when he wants, and _however_he wants to do it, without consequence. I will have fewer rights than a feral animal.

A few years ago, Flynn got involved in a very serious case where he was charged with multiple murders. It was perhaps the biggest trial we've ever had up north, and if the pressure wasn't already high from having all the families of the many victims in the courtroom, then having the whole country watch certainly made it a very stressful case for everyone involved.

Despite its infamy, the lawsuit concluded faster than anyone could have anticipated. Much to the distress of all the grieving families, it was only half a year later before Flynn won the case, was freed from custody, and allowed to return home without so much as a slap on the wrist. The thing is, all the beastfolk he killed had signed this very waver. And while the families didn't agree with their offspring's decisions, there was nothing they could do.

They couldn't prove any of the signatures were forged, and thanks to the video evidence of his murders, it was shown that none of the victims were forced into this house, or even coerced into signing this document, just like me. We have free reign on what is happening. We've all come here willingly, looking for something we can't get from anyone else but Flynn. And all he asks is that we sign this document. A small trade for fulfilled desires.

Seemingly finding my resolve in this memory, I grab the metal pen from the table and waste no time in scanning over the document and sign page after page where he's left little red "X's". My conviction showing through more than just how hard I press the pen into the pages, but with how halfheartedly I read them.

It takes me a while to finish singing everything, but as soon as I set the last one down and straighten out the stack, I get a bit of a fright, for when I place the pen down, a pair of heavy hands land on my shoulders and grip me with force.

Flynn: "Took your sweet time. You sign all of them, hmm~?" Hearing Flynn's voice slither out over my head has me tense more than his rough hands do. He has an oily kind of tone, one where I can practically taste the wicked twang coming through each word he enunciates. That vile demeanor he didn't even bother trying to hide in the courtroom resounds right above me as he hisses his words, almost as if they were trying to install fear in me.

Mathew: "Y-yeah." My response is cut short by not just my surprise of how quietly he approached, but Flynn starts to squeeze both my trapezius muscles with a firm grip before possessively running his scaly fingers back and forth between my neck and shoulders while leaning in close, allowing his breath to wash over my face as he next speaks.

Flynn: "Check it again." His words are just as possessive as his touch and come out more as an order than a request. I find myself gulping before leaning forward to skim through the pages, all the while, Flynn's grip doesn't relent. With his hands under my shirt, his claws periodically dig into my skin as he gives me the most aggressive shoulder rub I've ever received. I cringe each time he pinches my trapezius muscle and have goosebumps running across my skin each time he lightly scratches his claws between my short black fur.

It takes me longer to finish than it should have, for having Flynn hover overhead makes it very hard to concentrate. Not because he's hurting me with each violent caress, no, this pain means nothing against what will follow, but because this hurt feels almost like foreplay. A persistent thought that has me lose all my focus. My sheath swelled within the first ten seconds of him holding me in place, and now that I'm done, I can feel my jock strap is completely wet with precum.

Flynn: "Good. If you had missed a single signature, I was planning on punishing you. Though... After you stood around and tried to get my attention before even signing your life away to me might already demand a bit of punishment, hmm~?" Flynn slithers this out right in my ear, his tongue flicking in the soft fur of it as he speaks in a sultry and provocative tone. Before I'm able to answer, the hands that once gripped me so roughly that I now feel like tenderised meat, grab a handful of fur and skin on the back of my neck before yanking me from the couch as if I were some feral kitten!

Mathew: "!!!" I cringe from the pain of being plucked from my seat and all but thrown on the floor in front of Flynn, yet, at the same time I feel a tingle of excitement travel through me at being beastmanhandled so roughly.

Looking up, I am just barely three feet away from Flynn, and while I might be a hundred and eighty centimetres tall, my height means nothing in the wake of the ten-foot serpent towering over me.

Flynn is a green mamba naga that is as rich in colour as he is in danger. He has a solid shade of shiny leaf green scales covering most of his body, but from the bottom of this jaw, running all the way down the front of his torso, under his arms and to the very tip of his tail, he has a lovely shade of canary yellow that fills out the rest of his body. And if these sharp tones weren't enough to make him stand out, then the Halloween orange shade of his slitted eyes fills that void. Flynn's eyes fully speak of his murderous intent and how he's spent most of his life pushing those smaller than him around, hurting beastmen he deems lesser than him, and tells me how he practically devours the agony he inflicts upon his prey.

And if the wicked glint gleaming in his eyes like lit candle in an abandoned house on a moonless night isn't enough to inspire a tingle in my groin, then his body surely does. I may have spent most of my life at the gym, but even next to an athletic build like Flynn's, I feel small. The naga before me is void of any clothing, and while I've often seen him wearing a loose-fitting yukata that he never bothers to tie, he's on full display right now.

Flynn barely has any excess fat on his body at all, a true testament to the active life he leads. His scales are tight and show off all the intricate muscles of his chiseled torso perfectly. From his waist up, he is shaped like any lizard beastman I've met, but from the area where a bellybutton should be and downward, he is pure serpent. And much like the top part of his frame, the two-foot-wide, tail like part of his body that seems to stretch for at least an additional thirty feet, is made up of just as much muscle.

My eyes shoot open as I'm drawn back to reality by a rough hand that grabs the front of my hoodie and grips so tightly that my fur gets caught in the hold! Before I realise what he's doing, Flynn raises me a foot from the floor and lowers his face towards me. The naga's forked tongue flickers from his scaly lips as his immoral gaze burns through me. I freeze as it instantly feels as if he were reaching into some deep part of me I've never known before. Latching on like a pair of powerful jaws that have no intent of letting go. Like clawed fingers digging into my chest and grabbing hold of the very core of my being. Flynn's gaze is so intense that I can't look anywhere but at his slitted eyes.

Flynn: "You're an insolent little morsel, aren't you? Do you really think I'll allow you to ogle me as if I were yours to devour? Get this straight right now-" Grabbing me with both hands, Flynn lifts me from the floor completely, his fingers pinch my skin as they tighten and raise me four feet from the floor till I'm at eye level with him.

Flynn: "You are mine. You look at me when I allow you to, you stop breathing when I_deem it necessary, and you fucking die when **_I** say you can die. Do I make myself clear?" His sibilant voice is abusive in the most threatening of ways and sends a pleasured thrill through my entire body with each word he spits in my face. My pants tighten despite my best efforts to remain focused, but I nod along dumbly all the same.

Mathew: "Y-yes. O-of course, F-Flynn." As his eyes all but burn holes right through me, Flynn's pink tongue flickers across my cheek once more, tangling in my whiskers for a brief moment before he pulls back with a grunt and a crease in his brow.

Flynn: "That's "master" to you, morsel. If I so much as hear you dare to utter my name one more time, I will snap your neck and deny you the pleasure of serving me." That tingle down my spine, causing my loins to swell faster than they ever have in my life, has evolved into an uncontrollable throb in my sweatpants that make me feel as if I could cum if he continues with this rough treatment. But considering saying his name is enough to make the serpent threaten my life, I can't imagine what ejaculating would subject me to.

Mathew: "Y-yes, m-master-!" My sentence is once more cut short as Fynn roughly throws me to the ground! I land with a back breaking thud on the steps and am unable to control the roar leaving my lips as a sharp pain shoots through my spine!

Flynn: "Stop laying around and get up. You're not going to like it if I have to force you." Though it feels as if my spine is about to break if I dare to move, I obey the serpent and get to my shaky legs. The agony in my back causes me hunch forward even as my legs stop rattling, but I still do my best to look up at Flynn, trying to show him how obedient I am.

Flynn: "What? You want a fucking prize? Get moving. I've got a pod cast to stream and I don't have time for your bullshit." Despite his very abusive behavior, I can't stop the smile from curling on my lips as this is exactly what I've been after all this time. Feeling someone else in control is a better feeling than I could ever have imagined~

However, this is the wrong expression for me to have right now, as Flynn takes my grin as a challenge to his superiority and not of my enjoyment from the abuse. I'm immediately met with a punch right in my face!

Mathew: "!!!" Flynn blindsides me by socking me in the jaw, and before I can even resister it properly, I'm sent flying across the room and slam into the wall! I crumple under the force of being tackled into the hard surface, wheezing as the air is knocked from my lungs, and before I'm even able to draw in the air he stole from me, the serpent slams me into the wall once again before raising me from the floor with his fingers curled tightly around my neck! Flynn roughly presses me into the wall and coils his grip around throat, hissing so vehemently that each word covers my face in speckles of his saliva.

Flynn: "Prey like you can't help yourselves, can you!? There was a time that my kind were forced to hunt for little shits like you, but not today. Today bastards like you all but serve yourselves up on a silver fucking platter without me having to so much as leave the front door!" His grip tightens around my throat and cuts off my air supply! I move to start thrashing, more out of instinct than a conscious decision to fight back, but a tick tail sneaks between our bodies and pins my arms at my side by slamming against my chest and keeping me in place while Flynn continues to tighten his hold on my windpipe.

Flynn: "Now days, you fucking pay ME to have the privilege of being devoured by someone better than you! To end your miserable fucking existence in the only way that matters." Right... I had to transfer all my savings to Flynn before he agreed to any of this. His starting rate is in the ten thousand range, and lucky for me, I had just a little over that.

Flynn: "But if you think that I'm going to allow you to enjoy any of this, then you are dead fucking wrong! Your last moments of life are going to be agony before I even swallow you alive, kitten." Flynn grips my windpipe so tightly that it feels as if he's going to crush it! My legs kick and paws flail beneath his scales, but the naga's grip only tightens in response as he presses our snouts together, all but licking the tears from my face as his tone drops threateningly.

Flynn: "You best fucking get used to it, kitten. You are mine. So stop smiling like an idiot and get moving. If I have to ask you again, I'll rip your fucking tail off." Flynn's grip leaves me as soon as the last word falls from his lips, and all at once, I find myself on all fours, wheezing in one of the scariest sounds I've ever made, spit and snot pour down my face as I heave. Every breath burns like fire as my lungs clap together as if still caught in the throes of asphyxiation, but the slithering hiss of the naga above me forces me to move, and even while I'm still choking through every breath I take, my body shaking with adrenaline from the assault, I get to my feet, shivering as I try to show my obedience.

Flynn: "That's more like it. Now get a move on or you're really gonna piss me off." With a shove, Flynn pushes me down the adjoining hallway he choked me beside, and I have no choice but to stumble down it as I try to catch my breath.

Much like all I've seen of his house so far, Flynn's hallway is void of anything, even more so than the lounge. It's about five metres wide, white, and other than the wooden doors lining it, barren of anything. Walking along the cool stone floor with Flynn giving me a push whenever I slow down too much, we make our way to the end of the passage before turning down the right and come face to face with a set of stairs, at the bottom of them is a pair of large metal doors, a stark contrast to the fancy ones behind us.

Flynn: "Stop fucking gawking and move!" Before I'm able to catch myself, Flynn shoves my back again and I'm thrown down the stairs! My word is sent upside down and my life literally flashes before my eyes as I imagine my neck breaking! But instead of winding up in a twisted and mangled pile of what used to be a black panther, I come crashing through the double doors and land with a thud on inside of the room!

Flynn: "God fucking damnit! Are you going to be this disobedient the entire time!? If you don't stop pissing me off, I'm going to be forced to put you in your place." He says this through a vehement hiss while slithering over my splayed-out limbs, not even waiting for me to get out of the way. Treating me more like a doormat than a potential meal.

Flynn: "Now get up and shut the door before I come over there and make you." With rattling arms, breathes that are still very much broken, and a body that already feels sore from my tumble down the stairs, I heavy myself to my feet and shut the doors before facing the room.

The area is immediately familiar to me, as I've seen it many times through the livestreams Flynn hosts. The basement is very comfortable, and despite the lack of windows, is far more welcoming than the living room. It spans about fifty feet in either direction and has a tall ceiling that is no less than six metres high. Much like the house above us, it's bathed in bright lights that slightly hurt my eyes. The walls are a plain, but instead of the white pallet he has upstairs, these ones are dark grey and give the room an almost eldritch feel to it. And much like the stone floor of his living room, the entirety of it seems to be heated.

The first thing my eyes spot is the large round... I think it's a bed? There is a sunken part in the centre of the room, and it's lined with an assortment of pillows around the edges, leaving the floor exposed in the middle. It almost reminds me of those opium rings where beastfolk would sit in a circle and smoke from a giant bong with many hoses attached to it. After eyeing off the collection of teal and purple pillows, I cast my gaze to the rest of the room.

To my immediate left is something that for anyone who's expecting to be eaten wouldn't imagine finding in Flynn's den. Set in an evil scientist fashion, is an amalgamation of beakers, Bunsen burners, test tube racks, funnels, clasps and everything in-between that any aspiring chemist might look for. Flynn isn't trained in any medical field where he could use this safely, but I remember he once said something about his father being into alchemy? I'm not too certain, but the little lab is defiantly giving me the willies.

In the other corner on my right is a collection of shelves stacked with many different books, some of which I'm certain contain glossaries for his chemistry. Flynn has often shown the books he reads to his watches while he waits for his prey to digest, and so far, all the books he reads have the same theme to them. Murder, gore, or pure violence are the types of things he enjoys reading, and judging from how he abused me upstairs and what's on the opposite end of the room, I have no doubt about his affiliation for such things.

On the far right and at the other end of the room is what Flynn has often called his "Torture chamber". It's a collection of different instruments he uses when the mood takes him. It contains anything from a stretching rack, which is essentially a ladder meant for stretching your body beyond its limits, to a bath where he would "Dunk" beastmen and half drown them, and even a chair where he administers electrical shocks, normally to male's ballsacks...

Flynn only uses this area with disobedient and rowdy beastmen who, much like myself, found pleasure in living out their fantasy with him. And while Flynn doesn't kill anyone with any of these devices, he does far worse to them. I once watched as he used a device called the "Pear of anguish" on this poor guy. The fox he tortured was a bottom by all means of the word, but even _he_begged for mercy as Flynn stretched out his rectum abnormally far. And unless I'm looking to get branded by hot iron or endure being wrapped up in razor wire and left to hang from the ceiling like a piece of curing meat, I better start behaving myself.

Flynn has made his way towards the far left of the room where his computers are set up. Much like the rest of the house, there are microphones and cameras arranged around the entirety of the basement, but only those that subscribe to this channel and pay a monthly charge are able to access all that extra content. For beastfolk like me who simply watch his livestream, we don't get to see anything past this room, much like the prey that winds up here.

Flynn coils up in front of his computers and starts typing, alternating between both screens as he begins to set everything up properly. Unlike the live stream, everything in his house is always being recorded, and I have no doubt that anyone who was already signed in have witnessed everything since I stepped up to the front door.

Rounding the bed in the middle of the room, I come to stop two metres behind the serpent and await my next order. Looking over my shoulders, I observe the many IP cameras lining the walls, all of which are identical to the one I found above the front door.

Flynn: "Ahh~ Welcome back all you sick bastards. For those of you that are new, pledge to my channel if you want access to all the special content you won't see outside of this room. Just follow the Preytreon link below and pledge yourself to Sylvaur's Saliva~" It's kinda weird seeing the difference between abusive Flynn, silent Flynn, and this flirty Flynn. But as one of his former online stalkers, I can't deny his charm didn't work on me.

Flynn: "If you've missed what's happened because you're poor assholes with no other use than filling my stomach, I have one of your kind here with me today-" Flynn leans out the way so that the camera between the two screens can capture me. I feel stupid just standing here and give a little wave.

Flynn: "Say "Hi" my morsel, don't be shy! These beastfolk are here to watch you die, are you really planning on going out like a wet pussycat begging for dick? Show them who you are." I step closer as he gestures for me to and try to steady my voice.

Mathew: "H-hey, uhm... M-my name's Mathew. I'm a black panther and work as a courier fo-" Flynn cuts me off with a sharp click of his tongue and a snide glare before rolling his eyes and continues to gesture with his hand.

Flynn: "No one cares about who you are, have you not fucking watched my show? Undress, now." His voice becomes annoyed, and the furrowing of his brow and the deepening of his oily voice are more than enough for me to not even think twice about disobeying. Gulping, I pluck my lucky cap from my head and run my fingerpads over it one last time before tossing it to the left side of the room and begin to pull my black hoodie off. As I get undressed, Flynn gestures to me as if he's trying to sell some product online.

Flynn: "Today I have a real treat~ Not just for all of my pervy stalkers out there, but for myself especially~ This big kitty cat is much larger than the usual runts who come crawling up to my doorstep and beg me to swallow them whole." I toss my blue shirt atop my hoodie as Flynn continues to describe me as if I were some prime cut of meat.

Flynn: "As you can see, this kitten is a gym junky. He's one point-eight-metres tall, and weighs two-hundred and nine pounds that I'll be sure to put to good use~" I feel like a whore being sold at a brothel as I toss my grey sweatpants to the growing pile and hesitate as my fingers slide under the band of my jockstrap. Looking up to the camera, Flynn turns to me with a raised brow. From the look on his face, I can almost feel the thing's he'll do to me if I don't strip completely. With a sigh where I tell myself that it doesn't matter if the whole world sees me naked, pull them off and toss them aside.

Flynn: "Pretty juicy looking compared to that mouse I ate two months back, right? I mean, common! I didn't even need to unhinge my jaws to swallow him down, and how long did he last? Three days? Pshaw!" As Flynn continues to act it up for the camera, I find it hard to keep my tail from thrashing about behind me and my paws from trying to conceal whatever dignity I might have left. I just keep telling myself that none of this is important, that this small amount of shame means nothing against the grand scheme of things. These cameras are going to be broadcasting for days on end, and only once I've been digests completely, shat out on screen, and am nothing more than a steaming pile of whatever Flynn's body doesn't absorb, only then will Flynn stop streaming.

While no one has time to watch the naga literally sitting around digesting beastmen, the naga _does_edit the video for those following his Preytreon, and if he's feeling generous, releases it three months later to the public. The videos I've watched consist of seven or fourteen days that are crammed into a three-hour snuff video that I often use for edging sessions.

Flynn: "So cast you're votes and let me know what you think~ Personally, I don't think it'll take me more than two weeks to fully digest him, and sadly, he'll only be alive for half that time, but let me know in the comments! First correct time and date estimate will receive a free download link to the full video~" Flynn finishes his spiel and starts typing a few things out on one of the screens while I stand awkwardly behind him. After about five minutes of nothing but clicking, he faces the camera once more with that grin of his.

Flynn: "Alright, it's time for lunch. This kitten ain't getting any younger, and if I want tenderised meat, I'm going to have to do it myself~ Enjoy the show my morsels, we'll speak once he is wriggling in my stomach~ So stay tuned and don't forget to like, comment, and hit that notification bell~" With that, Flynn gets up from his coiled position and slithers right past me and towards his lab in the other corner.

I've never felt more awkward in my life, just standing here, naked in front of a camera livestreaming my musculature to the world, waiting to see what Flynn has planned for me... I mean... I have nothing to be ashamed of, I'm pretty handsome and I've gotten many compliments about how soft my fur is and how beautiful of a body I have, but knowing I have thousands of beastfolk watching me right now is... I can't put it into words.

Mathew: "!!!" I gasp, recoiling sharply as something is violently jabbed into my neck before releasing a loud hissing sound! I would mistake it for Flynn if the noise wasn't so familiar. A massive needle is pulled from my neck, and I shiver at the sight of its length. Flynn is holding a Hypodermic injector, the tube is now empty, but I can tell from the residual liquid dripping from the syringe that it once housed purple fluid. Before I'm able to ask what he did to me, Flynn gestures towards the camera on the wall where I tossed my clothes.

Flynn: "For those of you who haven't seen my previous videos, I've been experimenting with a few different chemicals and their effects on beastmen. Now, I'm nowhere near the brilliance of Jikken Industries, but I have concocted something very_special for this kitten~" I gulp at the mention of the infamous Jikken Industries. If it's not bad enough that he just injected me with some unknown serum, then comparing it to _anything that evil corporation produces cannot be a good sign. I'm still smart enough not to complain, god knows what he'll do to me if I start freaking out.

Flynn: "But you pretties are just going to have to wait till later in the video for a... _Deeper_explanation of the properties. Let's see if any of you can guess what my formula will do to this morsel~" Flynn runs his scaly fingers across my neck in one of the softest touches he's shown thus far before slithering over to the sunken bed in the middle of the room. I turn and watch as all twelve metres of his body curls up between the mass of pillows.

Flynn: "Come here, kitten." I don't hesitate to walk up to him. Flynn's oily voice has lost that irked tone it had from before, and something in me aims to keep it that way. Perhaps it's because I've always wanted to be dominated like this, and having someone finally treating me the way I've never been able to find in any club is finally flipping that submissive switch in me?

The problem with being a five-point-nine-foot muscular black panther is that when beastfolk see you, they automatically expect that you're the rough and dom type, but in all reality, I'm completely the opposite. Sure, I don't regret all the subs I've fucked throughout my life, as I've had a lot of fun playing the part they so desperately wanted me to, but I always wanted to be on the receiving end... And other than it being hard to find someone as big or bigger than me, when I _did_find a suitable partner, they just never reached my expectations. They either tried too hard, or I could tell that they weren't really the hardcore type, so it just felt fake. But with Flynn... God... He is flipping all these switches for me~ He's naturally cruel and abusive, and being commanded to his will while understanding that I literally have no choice because I've already signed my life away to him, is... It's everything I've ever wanted~

As I stand at the edge of the bed, my sheath pluming up more and more while the naga watches me as if trying to install more anxiety in me, my pointed tips peeks from my pink flesh and a drip of precum rolls over my sheath and down my balls. Flynn's tongue flickers from his lips and his vertical pupils dilate, honing in on my body and more than likely the scent of my arousal as he tastes the air with a wicked grin. And while rubbing a section of his scales seductively, he beckons me with the other hand seductively.

Flynn: "I think it's about time you became more acquainted with my scales, kitten. Come sit on my lap and give my body a good rub down, won't you~?" Pulling out a bottle of what appears to be massage oil from beneath one of the many pillows, Flynn slowly runs his clawed fingers from the area he was rubbing all the way back up to his hips and pats where he wants me seated.

I gulp, my heart beats frantically in my throat as my breath becomes heavier. Seeing not just this mighty male splayed out before me so provocatively, but being welcomed to rub his body, is... I can't rightfully put in words how much it excites me, but with my pink prick continuing to emerge from my sheath, I think it's plain to see for all who are watching just how excited I am.

Stepping forward with jittery legs, I struggle to find where to place my foot as Flynn encompasses the entirety of the bed area, but after another second of contemplation, I get down on all fours and move to crawl forward and over his coiled frame. However, before I can overstep any bounds I may not be privileged to, I look up at Flynn pleadingly.

Mathew: "A-am I allowed to c-crawl over you... Master?" Flynn's furless brow raises as a nasty smirk pulls his lips to the side, but he doesn't say anything, he only nods and pats once more the area he expects me to mount. With a final gulp, I reach a shaky paw forward and start to crawl across the many interweaving scales.

Flynn's body is... Surprisingly soft. His scales have a very leathery, or maybe rubbery quality to them, but compared to any of the saurian beastmen I've touched before, Flynn's are surprisingly supple. I know this naga is vain beyond belief, but with how rugged he is, I didn't expect his scales to be so silky smooth. When my paw pads brush over them in one direction, the texture kinda reminds me of satin, as its soft and very pleasant to the touch. While tracing them upwards and in the opposite direction, there is a certain roughness to them. I can almost feel the many fine scales raising with each movement. And if I hadn't already seen how much they are capable of stretching once he's swallowed someone, the sensation of them beneath my pads is more than able to tell me just how elastic Flynn's body can be.

Flynn: "While I can appreciate your caution in approaching such a superior predator as myself, you don't need to be so gentle, morsel. I hope you're not trying to insinuate that my body is so frail that you need to be careful with how you touch me?" Judging from not just the cocky tone in his voice, or the taunting expression he dons, but the way the tip of his tail flickers, I can tell Flynn is annoyed with how long I'm taking to mount his lap. I don't mean to be so hesitant as I walk all over him, it's just such a weird feeling. And in all honesty, I did think that if I put too much pressure on his scales I might hurt him, but with his assurance, I stop pussyfooting and climb completely onto him.

Flynn: "Thaaat'sit, kitten~ Do you feel the strength of my body? A snack like you can't do anything to hurt me~" I nod dumbly as I crawl over the naga and come right up to his beastman torso, looking at it and trying to figure out how I'm meant to mount his lap. Flynn's lower body is coiled all around him and he's got his upper body propped up with another section of his scales behind his back, but with all the folds and coiling tubes of flesh tangled up in his bed, I'm uncertain with how exactly he wants me. Thankfully, the naga once more gives me instructions.

Flynn: "Do you seriously need my help even with telling you how to sit? From how bulky you are, I thought for sure you'd be a bit more assertive. I guess you really are just kitten, aren't you~?" Without another word, Flynn leans forward, reaches over me, grabs my ankles, twists me around, and proceeds to pull my body backwards and over the area where his crotch would be if he was a normal beastman. All at once, I find myself laying on top of his scales that elongate down from his hips with my ass riding up Flynn's stomach and my legs spread out to either side of his hips.

Flynn: "Now take this and move a litter further down my scales, kitten. I want you to give my stomach a good ol' rub! Become acquainted with where you belong and warm it up for your arrival~" The bottle he previously pulled from beneath the pillows is now held up by the tip of his tail and shoved into my face. I quickly slide my butt down from his abdomen so I can raise into a seated position and take the bottle before looking my shoulder.

Mathew: "Uhm.... M-master? Where is your, uhm, stomach?" Not that I haven't already seen his belly bulged out in the shape of the various beastmen he's eaten over the years, but coming face to face with the endless amount of coils before me, I suddenly feel as if I know nothing about naga anatomy.

Flynn: "I can't tell if you're ignorance is cute, or if I should be insulted that you can't hear my guts calling out for you~" He gets this glint in his eye that more than purveys I am meant to find it on my own. Turning my gaze back to the twisting coils before me, I put the bottle in my mouth and trace my paws along his scales while slowly shimmying forward. I don't plan on trying to _feel_for where his stomach is, of course, nor hope for any growls to point it out, but as far as I can recall about naga anatomy, Flynn's gut should be about two and a half metres from his pelvis.

Tracing my pink pads along the silky soft scales of the naga with my legs on either side of his body that is at least as thick as a pick-up truck's tire, I find that I've grown completely hard in the process of both coming in contact with his body, but also rubbing myself against him so sensually. My tail thrashes behind me as my ballsack rubs over Flynn's coils, and before I know it, I find myself coming to a pause at what I hope is his stomach. Not only is this the thickest portion of his body, but the serpent behind me has turned over this section of his body to revel the yellow underside, which in itself should tell me it's his stomach. Still, I look over my shoulder, finding that Flynn is giving me a lascivious look. His tongue flickers over his lips as if he enjoyed watching me sliding over his body more than he did ordering me to rub his belly. I bet he imagined me sliding down beneath his scales this whole time...

Turing my gaze back to the leathery body before my, I pry the bottle from my mouth and uncork it, immediately being hit with a zesty scent. Splashing a generous amount on my pads, I use my lips to recork the bottle before leaning over and placing it on his interweaving scales before finally placing my paws upon Flynn's belly and start rubbing.

Flynn: "Come now, kitten~ Are all those muscles of yours for show? Put a little more effort into it, because trust me, when your bulging out beneath these coils, they will be much less reserved with you~" I gulp at the thought, nodding as I press my paws harder into his rubbery flesh, finding it much more resilient than I had first thought. And despite my earlier thought about not being able to hear his stomach calling for me, my ears twitch as I hear, and even feel his body vibrate as his belly rumbles.

Flynn: "Thaaat's it, kitten, see? My stomach knows a meal when it feels one~ Just keep rubbing and I'm sure you'll coax out all sorts of juices for you to stew in~" I gulp once more as I spread the lemony oil across his vast body, and with the understanding that Flynn's stomach is an elongated tube, at least six feet long, I make sure to run my paws down the length of his scales as far as I can reach before returning them all the way between my legs.

Compared to mammals, saurians have a much lower body temperature. Ours is around thirty-six degrees Celsius, while lizard, reptile and serpentine beastmen's is around twenty-two degrees Celsius, which is a big difference, and something that I can physically feel as I trace my paws across his scales. They aren't cold per say, but I can feel them practically sucking up the heat of my pads. Combining this sensation with the softness of his body, I fall into a bit of a trance as I make sure to massage every inch of his stomach, even caressing the outer rim where the yellow scales transition into green. And from the constant rumbling within, I can tell that Flynn's stomach is loving the attention.

Flynn: "Any minute now~" I am momentarily distracted by Flynn's announcement, but my massage continues as I try to decipher his words. I can't make sense of what he could mean by them, but my mind has been falling deeper into this trance like state the longer I rub him, and with it, my strength has stated to waver too. I'm feeling slightly sluggish, and it's becoming harder to concentrate properly. It almost feels akin to when you wake up from a really restful nap, but at the same time, I kinda feel more aware of what is going on, as if my nerves are receiving more signals from each touch.

Flynn: "You see this, my pretties~? Our kitten here isn't skimping out on his duties, but I must say that he has lasted much longer than I thought he would~"

Mathew: "W-what's happening to me... M-master?" My heartrate is increasing and I'm feeling a little flushed. And despite my brain feeling a little foggy, I'm still able to discern that this is not some lust induced trance I've fallen into, but whatever it was that Flynn injected me with is starting to take effect.

Flynn: "Don't worry, morsel~ You're not dying, nor will you pass out. I just injected you with a special kind of, cocktail~" I feel movement behind me, but I'm not focused enough to turn around and see what's going on, as it's taking everything I have into focusing on not falling off his scales. I soon find myself slumped forward, shaking my head as I try to clear the clouds swirling in my head, but when next I hear his voice, it's right behind me, washing over my neck as he all but flitters his tongue into my ear.

Flynn: "I gave you a high dose of antivenom. I also added a little something... Extra into the mix, but don't tell my fans, alright~? I promise you will love the effects~" As he pulls back, I find my breathing starting to become a little heavier, and while my heart continues to beat faster inside my chest and my mind cloud further, I can't get past a specific word he used.

Mathew: "A-antiven-!?" Before the words can properly leave my lips, they turn into a breathy inhale as I am suddenly beset by a pair of powerful jaws! In one lightning quick lunge, Flynn strikes as fast as a feral cobra and bites down on my neck! Pain is the first thing to follow my shock, as I instantly feel the razor like fangs of the naga piercing deep into my body, and with my head tilted to the side to accommodate his broad mouth, I find his wicked eyes staring right up at me with one of the cruelest glares I have seen from the naga to date. He bites down a little harder and the pain spikes!

Mathew: "FUUUCK!!!" Right as the searing agony reaches its peak, a list of movements too fast for my eyes to follow happen in quick sequence. Flashes of green and yellow are all I'm able to distinguish while Flynn holds me in place between his powerful, slobbering jaws, as coil after coil wraps, twists, squeezes and tightens around me until I am utterly surrounded by his body! This happens faster than my slow brain can comprehend, but even if I wasn't feeling sluggish from the serum the serpent injected into me earlier, I doubt I'd have had the reaction skills to avoid his strike.

Flynn pulls back once I am completely immobilised within his coils, gasping with a delighted breath as his lips leaves my neck. I however watch in stilted horror as I see a whole foot of his translucent fangs pull free from my flesh and retract back into his upper jaw. While I'm still in a state of shock, Flynn starts maneuvering me until I face him properly. Long strands of his sticky saliva connect my shoulder to his lips that he doesn't even bother to wipe away.

Flynn: "Hmm~ You taste even better than you smell, kitten~" Flynn's forked tongue flickers from his lips as he practically licks the saliva from his mouth, eyes sinking into my flesh even deeper than his fangs did.

Flynn: "Don't worry, morsel, my venom won't kill you. That's a job I'm leaving up to my stomach. However... I think you will like the effects it'll have on you, even while the antivenom is pumping through those little veins of yours~" My entire body is hot and my heart is racing from more than just being engulfed by his scales, but by what he's just done to me. My breaths feel short and my thoughts are very unfocused, obvious side effects of whatever that "Antivenom" contained, but I can still understand the implications of being bitten by a green mamba like Flynn.

I don't know much about toxicology, but I am more than aware enough to understand that being bitten by a feral mamba, or even a fully grown naga who's venom is apparently slightly weaker than their animal counterparts, does not bode well. And while this does explain why the serpent would injected me with antivenom, I can't figure out what his venom might do to my body. Normally, venom would aid in breaking down prey from the inside, right? But I'm not sure what type of venom Flynn has, I think it's a type of neurotoxin... Does that mean my body is going to start dying!?

Flynn: "Ahw~ Don't look so sad, kitten~ I promised you that my venom wouldn't kill you, didn't I~?" He says effeminately while nuzzling my face with his snout. His eyes are closed while he tries to imitate a cutesy mo voice, but it does nothing to deter from how wicked his expression currently is.

Flynn: "Why do you think I waited for that concoction to set in, hmm~? Trust me, kitten, you're going to love this~" As he says that, I feel the coils surrounding me begin to tighten. As the naga starts to constrict me, Flynn pulls back till I'm suspended mid air and parallel to his body. His eyes tracing over my face and watching each expression I pull as he continues to tighten his grip.

With only my head and the tips of my toes free from his coils, I feel every inch of his snake like body tense. Every muscle in Flynn's thick frame moves like a well-oiled machine, tightening like a vice grip as if it was more accustomed to wrap around a body than slither along the floor. Scales that once felt soft to my touch are now as hard as rock, and twisting around me as if I were a dishcloth he sought to squeeze all the water from.

With practiced ease and a wicked glint in his eyes, Flynn's body eases it's hold for a brief moment before he coils in quick succession, cutting off my ability to inhale faster than I can attempt to take a last breath! Flynn's scales pull at my fur with each twist and curl they make, pinching my skin as he tightens his hold until I have absolutely no space to so much as twitch!

The naga holds me midair, practically drinking in my gasping breathes and tortured expression. With how my body is literally creaking in his hold, I thought for sure there is no way they could become any tighter without killing me, but I am proven wrong as Flynn grips me tighter, his wicked grin searing through me even more hurtful than the pain greeting every inch of my body as he forces air from my already empty lungs.

Flynn: "_Fuuuck_but that's a sexy sound, kitten~ Do it again!" The coils constricting me suddenly let up, and without any control of my body, I find myself inhaling sharply, drawing in what little air Flynn allows me to. I'm barely able to inhale for more than a second before the coils tighten once again!

Mathew: "!!!" While I knew exactly what he was doing by releasing me, I thought the second time he constricts me wouldn't be as painful as the first, but I am very wrong, for when the coils loosened enough to allow me a breath, what little blood flow returned to my skin prickled like pins and needles and hurt in a way I never knew they could. And now that his scales retake their previous iron grip on me, the sensitivity of my skin only seems to amplify the already present agony searing through me.

I writhe, my head lashing in all directions as I scream a noiseless cry. My toes curling and fanning out as Flynn squeezes down, pushing out every last bit of air inside of me, grinning like a true villain as he takes in my despair.

Flynn: "Damnit, kitten~! I never knew you were capable of sounding so enticing~!" Drawing me closer towards his face as he once again loosens his coils from my body that suddenly feels a hundred times more languid than before, my dizzy sights set upon the naga before me as I draw in what little breath he allows me, finding the serpent flickering his tongue across my tearstains cheeks as he literally drinks in my suffering.

My breathing is... Scary. I sound like and old man who spent his whole life smoking and now has bronchitis. Each breath is wheezed in the most painful of ways, and while my body may have felt hot and my mind clouded before, with only two short lived constrictions, I already feel twice as bad.

Flynn: "Don't worry, kitten. I've only just started~ I'm going to break you, and you're going to love every second of it~" With that, Flynn's coils once more constrict, tightening their hold even more than before! My eyes bulge from my skull as I gape like a fish out of water, feeling every organ inside my body being squeezed so tightly together that it feels as if they are about to explode! But right before it feels as if he is going to break something, Flynn loosens his coils and grants me the briefest of moments to draw in a single burning breath before resuming my torture.

My skin hurts. My body is being assaulted by wave after wave of pins and needles, each one of them feeling as if I am literally being stabbed by thousands of syringes! They burn like fire, but are cold at the same time, and feel as if they sink as deep into my flesh as his fangs once did. They surge into my bones as if trying to scrape the marrow from them. And with each agonising wave, thrash across my skin as if seeking to peel every muscle from my bones!

My heart is captured between these moments where it races out of control when his coils loosen, and stalling so quickly that it almost feels as if it's about to stop beating. Flynn is constricting me with so much force that he doesn't just cut off the blood flow to all my limbs, but I can physically feel the naga forcing my heart to slow down by putting enough pressure on my body to the point that my heart doesn't have enough room to beat. He must have amazing hearing, for the exact moment where it feels as if my heart it about to stop completely, that is when he loosens his hold. Almost as if Flynn were training my body to become accustomed to pain, accustomed to breathing shallow breathes, accustomed to following his will...

My mind is beyond foggy now. While my thoughts are disoriented from both the asphyxiation and the concoction he injected me with, I think Flynn's venom is starting to take an effect, for I'm starting to feel very strange. And with him controlling my body, my blood flow, and my breathing with his coils, it's almost as if he's telling me how to react to the toxins he's spat into my veins.

While my body is sore all over with each constriction bringing just as much pain as the last, my neck in particular is very sensitive. Not only can I feel how inflamed it has become, but its tingling with goosebumps that accompany each oversensitive thrill that runs across my flesh. I understand this is the effects of his venom, and I'm not sure what it will do to me if Flynn injected me with antivenom, but I feel sick to my stomach and feverish to the point that I think I'm going to pass out. And while my body is becoming almost limp with each tightening of his coils, my flesh now feels hard, my body stiff, and I know that I'm starting to twitch from more than just asphyxiation.

My veins hurt. Each painful throb of my heart has them feels as if literal acid courses through me, burning holes through every artery and sending me into convulsions from the unbearable agony contorting my face. Every muscle in me is tense as if I were trying to lift an impossibly heavy weight, while simultaneously feeling as if they are so weak that they've started melting from my bones. Yet... Despite all of this excruciating pain, I cannot scream, not even when I gasp for the short breaths Flynn allows me. He controls everything I do. Everything from when my body is allowed to move, to when I'm allowed to inhale. So to have him also having somehow stolen my voice means little in the wake of how much more submissive to his will I begin to feel with each subsequent squeeze.

I start losing track of time, and in the brief moments where I'm lucid enough to understand that I'm being tortured by a larger-than-life naga whose face flashes before my bloodshot eyes, all I know is agony. With each creak of my bones that feel as if they could crack with the next constriction he makes, to the clapping of my lungs that uselessly flop around inside my chest more than a flamboyant guy's wrists, everything hurts. Yet... Despite feeling like this pain might break my mind and make me black out, I am not allowed to give in, for I am no longer the master of my body. Flynn dictates whether I'm allowed to close my eyes, if I'm allowed to breath, and even when I'm allowed to stop thrashing in what he could very well misconstrue as pleasure.

I'm not sure when it happens, but it feels as if I wake from an endless dream. My world that was once filled with a writhing chaos of intertwining coils squeezing the life from me have now fallen still. My mind that felt on the edge of crumbling against the abuse jolts as if awakening to the world for the first time in a thousand years. As my eyes flutter open to the sight of Flynn's scaly underbelly, I feel the aftermath of every agony that traps me here.

I am still held securely within Flynn's coils, yet instead of being help upright and face to face with the naga, my whole world has been sent upside down, and right now, I find myself blankly staring at yellow scales.

Flynn: "Finally came to, kitten~? Hmm, I must admit, you are by far the toughest victim I've yet had the pleasure of torturing~ You lasted faaar longer than anyone~ You're a fighter, which is especially appealing to me, for this means that you will stay alive for a long time in my stomach ~" Flynn's oily voice greats me like a greasy breakfast after a night of heavy drinking, it's both welcoming in an almost sobering way, but at the same time, hard to swallow.

As I remain suspended a foot or so from his coils, my mind slowly catching up with reality, I watch as the naga lays upon himself and slithers up into my vision, looking up at me like a dog preparing to jump and catch a squirrel that's been mocking him for the last hour from the safety of a tree.

Flynn: "How're you feeling, kitten~? You're looking positively ravishing at this moment~" I gulp, finding my throat is not just dry, but my entire oesophagus is sore, and as my first words come out, they do so voicelessly.

Mathew: "I-I'm... Th-thank... M-master...." Flynn's lips curl into a patronising croon as he reaches up a hand and sensually starts to run his fingers through my cheekfur. My face is damp in what I understand is a combination of spit, tears, and snot, yet Flynn continues to caress my face as if I just confessed my undying love for him. Honestly, I wasn't even sure what I meant to say, my brain still feels very foggy.

Flynn: "How about I reward you for your obedience, my pet~? You've been good so far, and if I'm being honest, it was hard for me to resist the sight of you choking to death~ For a moment there, I almost couldn't resist allowing you the honour of dying with your lips around the only thing I will ever allow you to swallow~" I nod weakly and without coherence, trying my best to smile as my confusion starts to lessen.

Mathew: "Y-yes, please... Master. I-I'd like for n-nothing more." Flynn smirks in that condescending way that just makes his wicked expression seem even more cruel than usual, his claws gripping my face as he flickers his tongue.

Flynn: "Of course you do, kitten~ If I so wished it, you would be thanking me for each bone I break~" He says sickeningly sweet while tracing his fingers across my cheek before settling his grip around my neck and coils his fingers across my throat just tight enough to make breathing an effort.

Flynn: "In actually fact, I bet that as you lay deep within my coils, slowly feeling as all the fur falls from your skin, and then your skin from your bones, before melting into the chyme that you're meant to be, I bet right in that very moment before you lose all consciousness, that you'll be thanking me~ Aren't I right, my little morsel~?" His fingers tighten enough to cut off all breath, but nod all the same, feeling my penis throbbing between his coils even as Flynn releases my neck.

Flynn: "That's a good kitten, because by my reckoning, you should be alive for about a week before my enzymes and acids melt you to the point that you'll start falling apart, but who knows~? Maybe you'll be alive even as your limbs break from their sockets, or even when all your organs begin to sizzle and melt into chyme~? You'd like that, won't you, kitten~?"

Mathew: "Y-yes, m-master. I w-want n-nothing more." Flynn smirks, completely satisfied with my answer and pats my cheek before folding his arms behind his head and flickering his tongue at me as I watch from behind his cruel eyes, his wicked desires start to take shape.

Flynn: "Soon my pet, soon~ First, I'm going to have a bit more fun before I dispose of you." With that, the coils holding me in place start to shift, tightening and unfurling as they reposition me further up his body. Without moving me from the suspended position over his chest, I watch as a section of Flynn's body comes towards me and brings me face to face with the naga's dripping cloaca.

About a full metre away from the very end of his tail, sits the hole from which all waste eventually passes. But right now, throbbing and standing proud before me is anything so but waste, for protruding from Flynn's cloaca are two of the biggest cocks I have ever seen in real life. Pink and fleshy, with a girth at least as wide as my wrists, the pride of the naga drips with precum right in front of my face, filling my nostrils with their musky, serpentine scent.

Flynn: "Hmm~ I can tell by your expression that you've never sucked off a real male before~ But that's alright, kitten. For the last thing on your lips will be my sperm. And when your belly is bloated with my seed, you'll be properly seasoned for ingestion~"

Like all naga, Flynn doesn't just have one cock, but two! And as it stands, one is faaar too much for me to handle. Flynn's dicks are maybe forty centimetres each, and absolutely dripping with a spicy smelling precum. The scent borders on an irony, almost bloody taste, but the smell is overwhelmed by the woody scent of a virile male who's ready to procreate.

While I have seen a wide variety of shapes and sizes among beastmen dicks, I've yet to see a naga's till now. They are long and cylindrical, as thick as a horse's cock, and bear that similar flat, flare like penis head. But attached to the ends of this flat flare are five, fin like pieces of flesh. They are triangular in shape, no more than a centimetre in length, and in many ways, remind me of the forked ends of Flynn's tongue.

I can't help but salivate at not just the smell, but the sight of them. While I've gotten head from nearly every bottom before I burry myself in their tailholes, I always make an effort to finish them off with my own mouth once their asses are filled with cum. And while most bottoms are inherently on the smaller side, I've taken a few large cocks in my life. So being face to face with these enormous shafts has me unable to control my tongue that flickers from my lips, eager to feel one of them deep within my throat.

Flynn: "Ooo~ Eager to please, aren't we, kitten~?" Flynn laughs below me, and despite seeing his vivid orange eyes baring into me in one of the most perverted looks I've ever born witness to, I can't help but nod along as I try to stretch my neck and taste the precum I'm forced to watch spurt from his urethra and teasingly slide down along his wet shaft.

Flynn: "You do a good job, and you'll get a nice reward, kitten~ Do a poor one, and not only will I turn you around and fuck you with both my cocks till you're bleeding, but I'll take you over to my torture chamber and see about making other parts of your body bleed too~" I gulp. The last thing I want is to be subjected to anything from that part of the room. As much as I'm enjoying finally being on the receiving end and dominated in such a violent way, I've never been one for such extreme torture. I nod, looking Flynn in the eyes as submissively as possible.

Mathew: "I am yours to do with as you please, master. I promise not to disappoint you." Flynn regards me with a contemplative, if poorly hidden smirk, almost as if trying to feign he doesn't believe me, but he can't hold up the act for long as a truly twisted smile stretches across his lips.

Flynn: "My my my, kitten~! If I knew you were going to be so obedient, I would have been a lot rougher with you when you first walked in my front doors~" Flickering his tongue out at me, he turns his sights to the right.

Flynn: "You see this? This is where you little fuckers are meant to be. Coiled between my scales and begging to please me. Wanting nothing more than for me to hurt you however I see fit. To die when I deem your life has no meaning outside my body." Shit... I almost forgot all of this is being broadcasted...

Flynn: "Now then, my pet~ open that pretty little mouth of yours and let's see how much sperm that tiny gut of yours can handle~" I am barely able to part my lips before Flynn shoves his body forward and presses one of his flared tips against my mouth before shoving it right down my throat!

Mathew: "!!!" I gag, my eyes shutting tight as my throat tenses from the sudden intrusion, but a hissing sound below me draws my focus back to the present.

Flynn: "Now... That's very poor form for a supposed "Cocksucker". You almost make me believe you want me to tear your ass apart." Flynn's disappointed voice is somehow even more attractive than his sultry one, and despite it causing my cock to twitch in fear of how he might put me in my place, I set all my focus on relaxing my throat.

Flynn: "Hmm~ That's more like it, morsel~ Take it all~" Flynn's body presses forward, inserting a good two inches into me and firmly lodging himself in my oesophagus. And despite my gag reflex acting up, I do all I can to ensure my throat doesn't clench.

While Flynn's monstrous tool makes itself at home inside my throat like only an unwelcomed guest is capable of, the other presses against my cheek and starts to run along the side of my snout, wetting my whiskers and showing me just how deep his other penis is being forced into me.

With his coils forming three rings around my body, completely immobilising and trapping me, I have no choice but to relax my throat as much as possible and allow the wet length of the naga to snake its way down my oesophagus, something Flynn is more than happy to aid with, for he rams his body forward and impales me upon his length, burying his entirety inside of me with one violent and uncaring thrust!

Flynn: "Fuuuck, kitten~! Your cock sucker is practically made for me~!" I try to open my tearstained eyes, but can only make out the blurry image of the serpent below me, his face contorted in apparent pleasure as he takes a moment to enjoy the feeling of my oesophagus wrapping wholly around his enormity.

Flynn: "You feel how tight that is, morsel?" He asks while humping his slippery dick even deeper. I feel his cock sliding along my throat, its warmth filling me and the fin like appendages on the head tickling me as he does so.

Flynn: " That's how it's going to feel when I swallow you down~ Wrapped tight in consuming flesh, squeezed on all sides by dripping wet muscles, thrust deep inside of a body with your only intentions being to pleasure me~" Two hands reach up and cup my face before I feel as either of Flynn's thumbs start wiping away my tears.

Flynn: "The only difference is that I won't choke like a little bitch~ Now put that tongue to work and give me a reason to allow you to breath." He couldn't be more right with these words, for as he is saying this, my body jerks in an attempt to inhale, but with forty centimetres of naga cock fully lodged in my oesophagus, there is no space for me to draw breath!

Even if I didn't want to, I have no choice but to obey and start to wriggle my tongue with all the space afforded to me. Felines have rough tongues in comparison to most species, and I'm not sure if I'm doing a good job or not, but hearing Flynn moan as he grips my face harder in his hands spurs me on.

My lungs clap in my chest in an attempt to draw breath, and if I wasn't already feeling dizzy from being held upside down as the curvature of Flynn's cock makes itself at home in my gullet, then feeling my body reaching for air definitely makes me more lightheaded. However... There is something different in this dizziness. While I'm no stranger to trying to hold my breath for as long as I can at the bottom of the gym pool, the feeling of my body trying to inhale now feels unlike all those other times. The need is there, my body is twitching and convulsing as Flynn continues to moan in pleasure, coating my throat in viscous precum as his dick twitches in response to my torture, but behind this urge to inhale, I feel something... Different.

I'm not allowed to dwell on it for too long, for with one violent motion, one that has my body lurch in an effort to throw up, his penis has pulled all the way out to the very tip! Only Flynn's head remains poised upon my lips, the tendrils of his prick all but quivering in the afterglow of my tight throat.

Flynn: "Hmm~ That's a good, kitten~ You like it when it when I choke you, right~?" He asks in one of the most lecherous voices ever, and while I'm drawing in one of the deepest breathes of my life, coughing right after, I still find myself nodding along.

Flynn: "I didn't quite catch that, kitten. Want to run it by me again?" I gulp down the burning acids clinging to my throat, tasing nothing but the saltiness of Flynn's precum and my stomach acids, but perfectly understand what he wants.

Mathew: "Y-yes, m-master. P-please. Please give me more." The serpent chuckles wickedly, his fingers curling around my face so tightly that I feel his claws digging into my flesh.

Flynn: "Thaaat's what I like to hear, my snack~ You just hold tight, kitten, I'll fuck that pretty little face of yours till your lips turn blue~" My vision has cleared somewhat with my continued blinking, so I'm able to watch the smirking face of the naga slip from me right before he rearranges my body.

The coils holding me upside down drop me into a horizontal position so fast that I feel my balls pull up into my stomach! It felt like he was about to throw me to the floor! But with complete control, Flynn moves me till I'm perfectly horizontal and suspended a few feet from the floor. My head that felt so full of blood that I was sure I might pass out, eases into this new feeling as my circulation functions as it's meant to, and I literally feel all the blood draining from my face. But this sensation cannot completely leave me, for I watch as Flynn's crotch raises towards my snout once more, poises itself in front of me and rubs against my nose while the villainous male, that's now moved somewhere behind me, chuckles with a depraved tone.

Flynn: "I hope you've enjoyed the fresh air while you can, kitten, for this is the last moment I'm allowing you to breath anything but my sultry scent~" I'm not able to contest or approve, for the enlarged member pressed against my lips rams forward! Flynn half misses my mouth, and I feel his cock scape along my teeth, something that erns me the tightening of his coils.

As Flynn suddenly tightens his hold, it simultaneously forces my mouth to open wider, almost as if he were in more control of my body than I am. And as it does, so too does he reangle his dick and shove it violently down my throat!

Right off the bat, I am subjected to an angry and very uncaring throat fuck, and with Flynn withdrawing out only a few inches before ramming home, I am not allowed one ounce of air! My whole body tenses in more than just a need for breath, for the naga becomes much more violent with me. My snout slams into his cloaca, precum smearing all across my muzzle as his other dick glides along my tearstained face. Meanwhile, the coils holding me in place periodically tense and loosen, almost as if they were trying to give me one of the angriest massages in the world, or better yet, tenderising me for what will come.

My body starts twitching sooner than I thought it would, my lungs slapping the inside of my chest cavity as they try to contract. Yet even then, the serpent shows no signs of relenting. Spit, snot, precum and mucus drip from my face as not only does Flynn fuck these liquids out of my nose with each violent thrust, but it feels as if he's literally squeezing it from my eyeballs!

Yet... Despite my body spasming as if I were having a seizure, my vison blurred and filled with nothing but the shape of his yellow underbelly and pink cocks as he rails my throat as if I were a breeding bitch, I am rock hard beneath the coils containing me. And with how Flynn is constricting and releasing my body, each squeeze makes it feel as if I could cum with the next coiling.

My vision starts to darken and my minds becomes foggy, yet despite it feeling like I'm on the very edge of passing out, not only does the serpent continue his relentless skull fucking, but my body refuses to give out. Even when my lungs stop twitching inside my chest, even when I feel my cognition physically become difficult, and even when my once stiff body becomes limp, I remain completely conscious while the naga rams himself in an out of my throat, drilling my now slack jaw as he moans somewhere behind me.

What's going on? Why am I still alive? I'm not sure how long it's been since Flynn first stole my breath, but I'm certain that I should be unconscious at this point. My thoughts are foggy, and my blurry vision darkened and filled with spots, yet I'm still cognisant of what's happening around me. I hear the wet, squelching sounds of Flynn's cock thrusting in an out of my mouth, the sensations of his fat prick squelching against the walls of my throat and bulging out of my neck, the feeling of his coils tightening and rubbing every inch of my body, and the smell of his acidic yet virile and masculine scent filling more than just my airway.

With only my head and feet sticking out from Flynn's coils, he continues to angrily hump my face with all the intent of bloating my belly with his seed. My limp body feels almost alien to me as I'm subjected to the detachment this new sensation brings. I try to focus my wayward thoughts on anything that could explain how I could possibly still be conscious, and it doesn't take much for me to arrive on a very simple solution.

What did Flynn inject into me? He said it contained mostly antivenom, right? And unless the toxins pulsing through my bulging veins has some kind of magickal ability to remove my need for air, then the only conclusion I can arrive at is that the naga must have mixed something in that syringe that has me feeling this way.

I'm not left to dwell on this revelation, for a wet feeling enveloping my toes brings me enough cognition to understand exactly what is going on. My toes wriggle, almost out of instinct as I feel warmth envelop them. Shit... He's doing this now?? My brain hasn't had enough time to catch up with everything that's happening, and with how addled my thoughts are right now, feeling as Flynn's slippery maw slowly draws in my feet seems to be the breaking point, for as soon as his forked tongue wraps around my one toe in an almost teasing gesture, I can't control my lust any longer and my dick explodes!

Mathew: "!!!" As I moan around the dick pounding my face, my eyes roll back into my skull as every inch of my body assaulted with goosebumps, bringing brief moments of life to my numb flesh with each euphoric jolt. My body starts to spasm for an entirely different reason now as I feel spurt after spurt erupt from my cock, coating the coils holding me in my warm spunk.

Flynn mumbles something below me with my feet still trapped in his maw, but I'm so overwhelmed by my climax that I lose sense of time, thought, and even feeling as my body simultaneously awakens like it never has before, yet feels as if I am brought to the very brink of death.

As soon as the last spurt of cum ejaculates from my prick that shows no intentions of softening, my body falls absolutely lifeless in Flynn's coils, spent in a way I've never experienced from any ejaculation before. If there ever was an orgasm that I could call my strongest, it would be this one. My mind feels blank, my body light as if I were floating on air, and every single nerve hypersensitive. And it's with this heightened sense of touch that I feel the very moment my feet slip fully into Flynn's yawning mouth, hit the back of his velvety soft throat, and then seamlessly pass into his warm oesophagus.

My lidded eye widen, greeted once more to the sight of Flynn's pink dick thrusting in and out of my gullet as his yellow scales slap against my snout. My barley pumping heart awakens with the understanding that there will be no ceremony with my consumption. That when Flynn said I better be enjoying my last breath of fresh air that it meant more than just my suffocation. That I'm not only going to be robbed of being able to admire Flynn's devilishly handsome face, but my dream is being fulfilled faster than my mind can keep up.

As my ankles slip into Flynn's throat, my toes twitch between the wet confines of his all-encumbering flesh. My dick twitches as if trying to ejaculate once again, but nothing more than the remnants of my last climax spill from it.

As I become lost to the scales consuming me, the pleasure of feeling Flynn's enormous cock being fucked deep inside my chest, the strong flesh pulling my feet deeper into the depths of an endless tunnel of flesh, and the sensation that has me feel as if I'm dying without actually losing consciousness, I fall completely into Flynn's embrace. Succumbing entirely to the cock lodged within my throat, and welcoming every inch lost inside Flynn's oesophagus as he slowly starts to consume me whole and alive.

While caught between the surreal feeling of this dream like sensation of being dominated in the ultimate way possible, I feel as the coils holding the lower part of my body slip from my thighs and flop over Flynn's face. My body tingles with pins and needles as a semblance of feeling and blood return to them, but this is not levity granted to me for my enjoyment, as Flynn makes quick work of snaking his body forward, lurching his wide open mouth over my claves and effortlessly taking them in with one quick motion! I try to moan around the dick lodged in my throat, but with no air in my lungs and no space left between his violent thrusting, I barely release a precum coated gargle around his girth.

Flynn's hands find my thighs, and he starts massaging them in an almost sensual way before grabbing my tail and yanking it so hard that it feels as if he's about to rip it off! Luckily, he releases it after only three tugs, and it falls limply between my legs, unable to even twitch as the naga chuckles around what parts of my body are lodged in his throat.

With practiced movements befitting such a voracious naga, Flynn ingests me all the way up over my knees without any issue. My legs that are tightly packed inside his slimy throat, twitch more involuntarily than out of any conscious effort to move as a feeling of pleasure causes my mind to race so fast that it feels as if my brain is short circuiting.

Flynn's wondering hands once more find my body, and while I expect another tug of my tail, his fingers tauntingly trace past my currently lifeless appendage and go straight for my ass. His hands grab either cheek and waste no time in both squeezing them just as violently as his penis fucks my face, but spreads them apart, revealing my clenched pink pucker to the predator who continues to shove me into his mouth.

However, just as I'm thinking the naga will have no problem with ingesting me in one smooth motion, he pauses halfway up my thighs and I hear a terrible cracking sound. I'm momentarily stunned as my first thought is that Flynn has bent my legs so far forward that my knees have broken and are now hanging limply inside his throat, but when I find my toes still capable of wriggling within his wet confines, it dawns on me what that sound is, for it is followed by an equally as loud crack, and then another, one that I feel rocketing up my legs.

The first time I watched Flynn feeding on a larger male, I almost couldn't believe it. Like all naga, Flynn is capable of opening his mouth to gigantic proportions, and I bet if he tried, he could probably eat a feral horse, maybe even a bison! But what is truly amazing to watch is _how_they do this. Naga's bodies aren't structured like regular beastmen as their spines aren't directly attacked to their ribcage or shoulders, so the first time I watched as Flynn break his bones apart so far that he was double his normal width, my dick throbbed so hard that I literally came within seconds!

This is what Flynn is doing now, I have no doubt about it. His body is opening so he can take in the wider portions of my form, and with the next crack, my suspicious are confirmed, for he lunges himself forward until his snout smooshes up against my ass cheeks, burying his nose beneath my tail! I half expect this next section of my body to go down his gullet quickly as with more than just his jaw being dislocated, I should easily slip into the warm confines of his torso, but Flynn has other ideas, for with my cheeks still spread wide open by Flynn's hands, and the naga's face buried in my nether region, I feel as his forked tongue slides over my balls, between my legs, along my taint and goes straight for my anal ring.

My tailhole is quickly assaulted by Flynn's very long tongue! It might not be thick, but it's far more powerful than I imagined, for when it spears my tailhole and goes straight to pressing against my prostate, my dick spasms so erratically that I'm surprised I don't cum again.

As much as I am enjoying the sensation of being dominated so completely, some part of me does wish that I was able to watch this unfolding. To perhaps have a mirror and be able to witness as my body is consumed. To observe each bulge I make in his scales as I go down. Maybe even to be allowed clear enough thoughts to appreciate everything that's happened to me. But somehow, being robbed of any will, any chance to voice my desires, it's somehow even better than having my desires met. For having Flynn get what _he_wants is all I can focus on right now. All that is important to me.

As the naga continues to brutally assault my face with no signs of slowing down or even reaching his climax, Flynn's tongue leaves my ass far too soon, and only briefly licks the remnants of cum dripping from my balls before I feel the muscles holding my legs firmly in his throat undulate in preparation of drawing more of my body into his depths.

The coils around my mid-section unfurls and roll over Flynn's face, leaving me with only the one wrapped around my chest so tightly that it might break my bones if I had any inkling of resisting. From my elbows down, my arms hang limply, swaying with each thrust Flynn makes into my throat, my dick dangling alongside them as the naga's wondering hands trail over my ass and grip firmly right above my waist before he makes his next move.

Mathew: "!!!" I would scream if I could, for with one powerful surge, Flynn lunges forward and sinks his fangs into my lower back! My entire body tenses as I feel his syringe like fangs impale my flesh and inject their venom deep into me yet again! It burns immediately, even more painfully than before. It literally feels like fire being forced into my muscles, almost as if they were being dissolved with acid! But even as I feel the fangs retract and his shorter, acrodont teeth lining his jaw latch onto me, I'm not given much pause, for taking only a moment to readjust the form of my rounded ass firmly pressed into the pallet of his mouth, Flynn uses both his hands to pull me inward, while climbing up my body with his teeth and scales me as if he were ascending a cliff.

While I should be distracted by the sensation of Flynn grabbing my forearms and pinning them to my sides as he wraps his lips around my paws before effortlessly pulling me down into his throat, or perhaps the extraordinary sensation of my dick pulsing against the velvety soft flesh it now rubs up against, it's the increase in Flynn's face fucking that draws my full attention, for his pace of his skull fucking rapidly increases to the point that his body becomes blurred before me. And with each violently thrust he makes into my mouth, it draws increasingly louder moans from the snake whose voice vibrates through my body and tells me exactly of what's about to happen.

As Flynn engulfs me all the way up to my elbows, his lips wrapped tightly around the bottom of my pecs and his hands now tracing over my form bulging in his throat, the last coil holding me comes lose, and with it, those hands that sensually run across the indentation in his throat, trail over Flynn's chin and greedily grab at my chest, squeezing my body angrily as each violent thrust of his erratic pace shakes me with each motion.

With my neck craned up, Flynn's lips wrapped around my ribcage, his hands painfully squeezing my chest and his dick pounding my face, the naga makes one last violent trust, burying his length deep within my oesophagus, right before I feel all fifteen-and-a-half-inches of his cock spasm and unload his seed!

Flynn moans around me as every muscle in his body clenches, squeezing my body inside his throat incredibly tight as his orgasm hits him hard! Accompanying each wave of cum that erupts down my throat and directly into my belly is Flynn's secondary cock ejaculating right against my face. I feel as cum floods my ear, then flies over my shoulder, and some even landing on my back, but with how thick the one inside my throat is swelling, all I can focus on is the penis lodged in my oesophagus, filling my empty gut with naga jizz.

With my face pressed so forcefully into Flynn's cloaca, part of my snout slips between the wet folds of flesh as he continues to ride out his orgasm, painting my insides white as he moans around my body, groping my chest so hard that I feel his claws ripping into my flesh.

I soon feel my stomach bloating with the serpent's jizz, the sensation filling me with more than the warmth of his spunk, as I almost feel accomplished to be used as an object to more than just feed him, but something for him to pump his baby batter into. And with how my belly is pressed into the tight confines of his throat, I can almost feel as it slowly inflates with a large amount of naga cum gushing down my stomach.

It feels like it takes a whole five minutes for the naga to stop ejaculating, but when he does, he unceremoniously pulls his massive dick from my stretched throat so fast I almost throw up! Even as the serpent's enormity leaves my gullet, my body doesn't seem to take this as its cue to breath, for having not needed the need for so long, the concept is almost unnatural. But as the final spurts of cum sprays from his dick and covers my already coated face with his sperm, it's almost like life returns to me, for I find myself inhaling sharply.

I'm not even able to draw in a proper breath before I'm violently coughing, feeling as if literal fire has entered my lungs! My whole body starts spasming even more violently than when Flynn skull fucked me. And to make it worse, the pain I feel seems to be amplified, for as waves of pins and needles assault me so angrily that it feels as if hundreds of razors are cutting my flesh open, the true extent of what not being able to breath hits me all at once.

I wheeze, gasp and cough in some of the most horrendous sounds I've ever heard myself make, and I'm not sure if I'm being granted a moment of reprieve to enjoy what little time I have left outside his scales or if Flynn is still riding the high from his orgasm, but the hands on my chest are gently caressing me, almost as if trying to guide me back from the brink of throwing up the cum he just filled my belly with.

My body falls limp as I gasp, my head hanging towards the ground as I wheeze in slivers of air. My oesophagus feels bruised, and while a moment ago my throat was stretched wide by Flynn's cock, it now feels just as constricted as the rest of my body. My chest rattles as Flynn's dicks drips the remnants of his climax on the back of my head, and as I feel his cum rolling down my skull and dripping from my face, my eye flutter open, and then I see it...

The first thing my sights lands upon is the obscenely large bulge running through Flynn's torso. The bulge of me! My dick twitches inside the naga's body, my broken breath hitching as I watch my myself wriggling inside Flynn's frame, making this already unreal experience feel even more like a dream.

But the dream is soon shattered, for I feel as the muscles in Flynn's throat tense and undulate before pulling me in deeper without warming! With movements faster than I can grasp, Flynn's' jaws lurch upwards and engulf the rest of my chest! With just my shoulders and head sticking out of his mouth, a strange realisation hits me that this is the final moment that I will have outside his body. I mean... I knew this was coming, but actually being in this moment where I'm getting everything I've ever wanted... It fills me with both a sense of fear and an insurmountable excitement.

Flynn's shorter teeth sink into my shoulders and chest while getting a good grip of my body, the individual parts of his bottom jaw crawling up my skin while the top part latches on in the base of my nape. The way Flynn's breath washes over my fur tells me just how excited he is to be feel these final moments that I am lodged in his mouth. That perhaps the excitement of swallowing live prey is even more pleasurable than the feeling of them dying inside your stomach.

A gasping moan escapes my lips as the naga lurches forward again, engulfing both my shoulders and coming to a stop right below my chin! My head is forced to crane upwards as my chin comes to rest just inside his mouth. I am but one gulp away from disappearing completely inside of the powerful male, and while I fully expect him to finish me off just as quickly as he had started, he has other plans, for I feel Flynn fiddling with something for a moment before watching as he raises one of the portable IP cameras up to my face, giving the world one last close up of me before he swallows me whole.

Looking up into the cameras lens as Flynn displays my final moments to his viewers, I try hard to muster up the strength to say something, anything, but my mind is racing with adrenaline and foggy from the pleasure of being surrounded by the wet confines of the naga's sensual throat, endorphins racing through my veins as fulfilment consumes me more than the serpent whose throat I am shoved down ever could. Blinded by all the pleasure he's granted me.

I feel Flynn's throat contracting, tightening and undulating around my naked form in what I take as a warning that if I have anything I want to say, now is the time. Focusing my gaze on the camera, I watch the reflection of my face swamped with pleasure and my lidded eyes flooded by all the emotions I can't properly put into words, but I force myself to say one last thing.

Mathew: "Th-than-thank you..." As soon as these words stutter from my trembling lips, Flynn opens his mouth absolutely wide and makes a powerful gulp, sending me deeper into his body in one swift motion! I watch as his lips eclipse my vision and I slide completely into his throat with one swallow! Yet, he doesn't stop there, Flynn follows up his initial gulp with one just as powerful as the last, easing me deeper into his oesophagus without pause. All the while, he keeps his mouth stretched as wide open as possible and follows my decent into his deepest reaches with the camera aimed straight at me.

Moaning as the spines on my cock brush across the velvety insides of the aggressive serpent, I do my best to keep my eyes open and watch the cone of muscles engulf me, my eyes trained on the camera pointed down Flynn's throat, and witness as each ring of muscle ripples before wrapping over me, sending me further and further away from the light of the outside world and into the depths of the naga's body.

Flynn's oesophagus is incredibly powerful. I've seen it in action before, but nothing could have prepared me for just how strong a serpent's throat can be. Each undulating ring of flesh squeezes me down in a rhythm, tightening around my toes and the pushing all the way up my body to the point that I actually spit out some cum. I feel like a tube of toothpaste as each globule of cum leaves my lips. I try my best to swallow it down, but the motions of Flynn's oesophagus are relentless and I'm only able to watch as I leave a trail with my descent.

Hearing a hum, I look up at Flynn's mouth that is still wide open. His throat is lined with many strands of translucent saliva that connect the pink rings of flesh together. I can just barely make out the camera eclipsed by his lips. And with the next swallow, I watch as Flynn's lips start to close painfully slowly until the camera, the light, and the world are stolen from me forever.

Encased completely in darkness and undulating flesh, my decent accelerates faster than before, each motion stealing breathes from my already worn-out body as I make my final descent towards Flynn's stomach, so it comes as no surprise when I feel my feet slip into a wider opening. I'm quickly spat out into Flynn's gut, and once my hips pass through the opening, I slide into the naga's stomach as if I were riding some demented water ride.

Coming to a stop with my snout stuck inside the thinner tube that sent me here, I feel my toes squeezed by an even smaller hole below. And after a brief pause, where I am so stunned by what's just happened to me I don't move a single muscle, my body suddenly moves on its own. I pull my snout from Flynn's oesophagus, roll myself over till I'm lying on my back, and breath in the first proper breath since before Flynn stuck his cock past my lips, blinking in stunned silence as both reality and life return to my body.

Mathew: "..." I'm... I'm in the belly of a naga... My numb fingers wriggle against the velvety smooth walls of Flynn's stomach as my brain fails to comprehend an of this properly. It doesn't smell in here as I thought it would. It's a little more acidic, sure, but not as putrid as I imagined it would be. The walls are slimy, like uncured jelly, or really thick honey, but smooth and very soft. There is more space inside Flynn's gut than I thought there would be. Wriggling myself around, I am snapped back to reality as movement from the outside world reawaken me from my stupor.

Flynn slithers around and I am forced onto my side as the naga curls around himself. I come to a rest on my right shoulder and thigh with my body curved into the shape he's coiled into, and not a second later, I feel something stroking me from outside the scales. I realise quickly that Flynn's hands are running over my left shoulder, and as my brain catches up to the image of the naga patting the bulge of his stomach, a sense of calm takes me under his uncharacteristically gentle touch. I smile, nuzzling into his warm stomach and start purring.

I wonder what he is saying? I can hear Flynn's voice rumbling form outside his scales, but it's even more indecipherable than trying to make out what name my neighbour screams when he orgasms. The slime of Flynn's stomach burns my sinuses each time I inhale, but the meaty smell is starting to grow on me. The sensation of being held firmly in his belly by walls that will eventually start to break me down only cause my purrs to rumble louder as a deep type of fulfilment starts to bloom in my chest. A feeling of competition that I always knew I needed. Something that I've have finally found...

Mathew: "Th-thank you Flynn..." I nuzzle into his touch as it runs over my head, purring as loudly as I can in hopes that he understands just how much I appreciate all he's done. The naga speaks again, his hand coming to a rest on top of my shoulder, but I still can't make out what he's saying.

I become acutely aware of my throbbing penis that is pulsing so powerfully I can hardly believe I've already ejaculated. I can't stop my paw from running over my spit covered body and through my pubicfur before grabbing hold of my cock. A moan escapes my lips as I start jerking off without a second's pause, the sensation of using not just my precum and leftover ejaculation, but the stomach juices and Flynn's spit to get off only cause my dick to harden further.

I hear Flynn's voice rumbling from outside, his hands idly tracing over me as I continue to pump my cock, feeling the bumps that run along my head and the whisker like spines protruding from them tickle my pads. I'm not sure if it's the sensation of being surrounded by wet flesh and held firmly in the deepest reaches of a handsome naga like Flynn, or how he abused me before swallowing me whole, but every stroke across my dick sends chills along my entire body, goosebumps that make every strand of fur stand on end.

Wriggling around, I feel the veins on my shaft pulse and before I even realise what's going on, shots of cum start spurting from my dick, splattering against the inside of Flynn's stomach and coating my already wet belly in more goo.

Every nerve in my body sparks with pleasure as my climax wipes all thought from my mind. Stars fill my darkened vision as I ride out my orgasm, painting myself in cum while mrowling like a whore. This is all amplified by the taste of Flynn's sperm still on my lips, the odour of the naga's gut, and the dripping flesh pulsing and holding me in place.

I'm soon falling limp in Flynn's stomach, my mind overridden by a thousand sensations that I can't keep up with as the serpent continues to stroke me, saying words with an oily voice I will never be able to hear again while the darkness consumes me and carries me away to a world of nothingness...

~Day Two: Secretion~

My eyes flutter open to shadows, my thoughts tangled and my cognition clouded as I fail to understand why I am entrapped by darkness. I wriggle, finding little space in the squishy camber I am surrounded with. My paws stretch out, finding a smooth, slippery surface all around me, leaving less than two inches of space between me and the walls. I'm almost sent into a panic as my fingers run through the goop secreting from the velvety soft surface, but it's as I open my mouth to scream, drawing in a breath that's filled with a caustic air, that realisation strikes me hard. And just as quickly as my panic had risen, so too does it settle into a blushing fulfilment.

Mathew: "I-I'm inside Flynn's stomach..." These words sound almost as alien to me as the idea that I actually paid a naga to consume me. But tracing my paws along the slime coated walls of Flynn's belly, the reality is more than any dream could conjure. The scents filling his gut, the sensation of his stomach juices pooling around me, the feeling of his body holding me securely, it's all so real, so visceral, that there is no doubt none of this is a dream. And if that isn't enough, then the stiffness of my body should be.

I'm sore from not just being constricted by the naga, but I can feel a few bruises on my body from when Flynn punched and beastmanhandled me. I'm not sure what time it is, but I'm wide awake and surmise that it must be the next day already. I vaguely remember waking up multiple times last night when Flynn would reposition himself or move around, and right now, I find myself lying on my back. I try to stretch my body, but there isn't much room to move, and only fortifies why I feel so stiff.

Another thing I feel is very lethargic. I'm not sure if it's from whatever Flynn injected into me, or the aftereffects of his venom, but I feel extremely sluggish, have a headache lingering in the recesses of my mind, and my thought pattern feels jumbled, like I can't properly focus.

Through lidded eyes, I clean the gunk clogging my ears and try to listen for what's happening outside the scales around me, but Flynn seems completely dormant. Is it perhaps early in the morning? Or is he just taking an afternoon nap? Having watched his channel before, the naga tends to sleep a lot during the whole digestion process, and with how much larger I am than most of the prey he gets, I can imagine he's going to be out of it for most of my stay.

Thinking about digestion, I finally realise that the walls of Flynn's stomach are much slicker than before, in fact, I'm lying in a shallow layer of viscous stomach juices. The air is a lot more acrid than before too, each breath kinda burns. I feel tacky like I spent an entire afternoon on my knees while a gang of guys ejaculated all over me, and with the faint taste of cum still on my breath, I can almost convince myself that's what happened.

Amidst my daze, I feel my cock throb between my legs and find myself chucking as I move to run my fingers over my erection. Have I remained hard since I passed out, or is this just a case of morning wood? I can't deny that it's a very sensual feeling to be held within the coils of a serpent like Flynn, more so to be entrapped in the deepest reaches of his body, with the sole purpose of giving everything I am to him in the most ultimate of sacrifices.

I start pumping my penis slowly while thinking about how this whole process will work. I mean, Flynn has explained in detail how digestion works for naga. How the beastmen he eats will slowly be broken down by his powerful stomach acids, start to rot, begin breaking apart, and slowly be turned into chyme. I can't really focus enough right now to think it through properly, but one thing that Flynn told me is that I will be alive through the whole process.

My dick twitches in my paw, my slick fingers squeeze and twist around my barbed head as I wank a little faster, imagining how privileged I feel to be here. How my body is going to break down and become a part of this mighty serpent. Will I become another coil to add to his mass? A layer of fat distributed along the entirety of his beautiful body? A glint in his eye? An inch on his cock? All I know is that I am nothing but meat to the naga now, and from how his stomach is leaking juices all over me, it understands perfectly what to do with me.

Pumping my cock faster, I inhale the meaty stench filling Flynn's gut. Writhing in the sticky liquid beneath me, I moan into the darkness, envisioning how much of a bulge I must be making outside his scales. How that right at this very moment, there are beastpeople in the world watching me wriggle inside of him. I wonder if they know I'm masturbating?

In my lust induced haze, I lick the walls above me, finding them to taste contrastingly sour to how I thought they would, and despite pulling a face at the taste, the flavour only helps in hastening the movements along my wet dick.

I feel... Tingly, all over my body. I know it's not from licking his stomach, nor from the pleasure of jerking off, it's almost like an itchy feeling, but more akin to the satisfaction you feel when scratching an itch. I run my paw across my chest as if to fulfil that very desire, and when I pull away, I feel a clump of fur sticking to my pads. I blink in slight surprise at how easily my fur came lose, but quickly understand why I'm feeling so tingly. The juices around me must already be starting the process of breaking me down, and this is just the first stage. And despite hating the feeling of shedding around my house and in public, right now, it's not bothering me at all. Perhaps because it marks the beginning of what I've been chasing for so long?

I wonder how much it's going to hurt? I've done some kickboxing in my life, and I can say with a lot of certainty that I have a higher pain threshold that most, for this rhino guy broke two of my ribs in a match we had, and while it was painful, it wasn't as crippling as most beastfolk had complained broken ribs feel. In fact, I only went in two days later to the doctor because the pain didn't relent. I honestly wouldn't have realised they were broken otherwise.

Licking my lips, I lap the velvety flesh above me once more, moaning into the sour taste of Flynn's stomach acids, purring as the flavour becomes more pleasant the longer it remains on my tongue. It burns slightly like pure lemon juice, crackles on my tastebuds like sherbet, but has a meaty, musky kind of aftertaste that's absolutely delicious~

Wanking faster, my balls slap against my taint as I pick up the pace and start moaning louder while I continue to envision how I must look to anyone watching. Fuck~ I came so hard this one time while watching Flynn digesting this zebra guy. He was bulkier than most of the beastmen he swallowed, so he really made a nice bulge in the naga's coils, and while he was moving beneath Flynn's coils on the second day, I swear I could see him jerking off. It was so incredibly hot that I nutted so hard I actually shot my spunk on the ceiling! And just like then, I can only hope that someone is watching me right now and shooting their load just as pleasurably as I did that day~

My toes curl as these images send me over the edge, my cock spasms and my balls pull up against my sheath as rope after rope of thick cum erupt from my cock, spraying all over the insides of Flynn's stomach, and drip over me, mixing with his gastric juices and soak into my drenched fur.

I moan as my climax causes my body to twitch and my eyes to roll back into my skull. I hump into my paw, my bicep bulging as I slam down into my pelvis, rubbing my ejaculating cock against Flynn's flesh, losing myself in the moment as my synapses send all the right signals to all the right places of my body.

Slumping into the squelching pool of stomach acids, I'm purring and smiling like an idiot as I can practically feel the cells in my brain exploding, going off like fireworks that leave me feeling a little more mindless than before. And soon enough, I am nuzzling into Flynn's body once more, wishing I had something to wrap my arms around to show how much I enjoyed that. I'm forced to settle on running my paws through the goopy mess beneath me and kissing the walls.

I feel myself starting to drift off again, and despite wanting to remain in this sensation for a while longer, I lose myself to the feeling of pleasure and allow it to take me. I have more than enough time to enjoy this feeling again when I next wake up, and if my next wank feels half as good as this one, then I have nothing to worry about~

~Day Three: Dissolution~

I awake to darkness once again, but unlike before, I know where I am. The first thing I notice is that a movement from outside is the cause for my awakening. Flynn is slithering around. I'm not sure what he's doing, but as he moves, I become aware of a few stinging sensations littering my frame.

As the naga continues to move, I rub my paw over my arm and cringe immediately after. A sharp, burning sensation jolts up my arm and I cannot suppress the cry of pain that leaves my lips. Moving more carefully, I gently lay my pads flat on my forearm and very slowly feel over the area. It's... There is a huge patch as big as my paw that is missing fur, and the skin feels bruised, raw even. Removing my paw, I lay it to rest beside my body, feeling these same tingling, burning sensations on multiple parts of my body. Is this... Flynn's stomach acids are starting to break me down...

The realisation hits me like one of the most obvious epiphanies, but my mind still can't wrap around the notion that I'm dissolving like food, being treated by the serpent's gut as if I were a giant piece of meat.

My heart starts racing in a combination of excitement and a panic like fear that blooms in my chest before it becomes stuck in my throat and my breathes suddenly become harder to draw. An act that has me notice just how much stronger the fumes in here have become. While they were meaty, acidic, and a little musky before, these odours have become much more potent, fetid even. It smells like a grill you cooked a bloody piece of meat on and forgot to clean. The understanding that it's my body I'm smelling doesn't help with my panic.

A strange feeling washes over me, something I've never felt before. What fur I still have on my body stands on end, and for the first time in my life, I feel small, afraid. A prey like instinct kicks in as my thoughts suddenly spike with a need to survive. My legs kick out and my arms press into the stomach on either side, and while there is a slight amount of give, the elastic walls are far too powerful and bounce back against my shaking limbs.

Mathew: "H-hey! I-I don't think I want this!" I start losing control of my thoughts as I start to hyperventilate, pressing on all sides as I cry out, my voice sounding more timid than it ever has in my life. Desperation leaves my lips in kitten like meows as fear courses through my veins.

I'm about to scream again as I feel my skin burning, actually able to hear as it singes in the strong acids surrounding me, but just as I open my mouth, I feel something from outside the scales press down and start to rub over me.

As I stiffen under a touch that brings me pain with each caress, I realise that Flynn has come to a stop and is petting his stomach. His hand is traveling over my chest, and I can feel the fur pulling free and exposing my tender flesh to powerful enzymes that seek to dissolve me.

The serpent beyond my scaley prison mumbles something and seemingly tries to calm my panic through tender caresses that only elicit yelps of pain from me.

Mathew: "F-Flynn, p-please, I... I-I've changed my mind. I don't w-want this." My pathetic pleas echo across my ravenous prison, bringing tears to my eyes from the tone of my voice more than the pain assaulting me does, and I'm not sure if he can't make out what I'm saying or he's enjoying my call for mercy, but the naga only continues to stoke my chest, pulling more fur from my body.

I lash out, my arms and legs flailing in all directions as desperation takes hold of me, panic filling my mind in a sensation of being hunted, chased through a forest on a moonlit night by a predator I have no chance of escaping. One who's jaws my neck have already been caught in. As if I have yet to understand that my chance for life has long since past. I am prey. I am nothing but food, and now that he has captured me, there is no hope for my survival...

My fight dies down just as quickly as it had started, and I fall completely limp in Flynn's gut, whimpering as if I were a cub lost at the mall. Despair overtaking my desperation. Something the naga seems to enjoy, for two last pats to my chest are all I get before his hand pulls away and leaves me to the shadows echoing my misery.

W-why did I think this was a good idea? Because my life was going nowhere? I mean... I still had time to figure something out. I'm college educated, attractive, and pretty good with social interactions, how could I let lust take over? Why did desire lead me to the door of this predator? When did passion overcome logic? And why does it feel so... Right?

As much as I lament where my darkest of dreams has led me, something about this just feels... Natural. Behind the fear coursing through my mind, there is a type of acceptance lingering there. And through the panic racing in my veins, a type of submittance. Some deep-seated _understanding_that I have known all my life. Something that manifested as a fetish for vore and bondage, something that has been trying to tell me that despite my lineage as an apex predator, my genetics mean nothing when faced with a true male like Flynn.

Mathew: "I-I... I want this..." I've always wanted this. To serve a higher cause than simply living my life till I'm old. To become more than I am through something other than just hard work. I was born to feed the strong, raised as nothing more than nutrients to fuel the powerful. And some part of me has always known this...

As I settle down into the sizzling acids, my tears drying and my racing heart returning to a sedated pace as I stare blankly into the darkness, acceptance welling in my chest while I feel clumps of my fur falling from my skin and the more sensitive parts of my body start to burn. My asshole, lips and sheath sphincter are hurting the most, but I have no choice but to endure the pain that has me periodically twitching.

I am snapped from my mindless stupor as a gush of liquid splashes over my face! I splutter, spitting out the burning substance and wiping my face, accomplishing more than just removing the liquid as I feel my facefur stick to my pads. The taste of vodka becomes recognisable between the stomach juices, and I quickly understand what is going on. I'm not able to prepare myself as another wave of alcohol washes over my face, and despite it having a bit of a cooling effect compared to the gastric acids, it still burns.

Flynn mumbles from outside my fleshy prison, offering me another pat before drinking down more vodka. I feel myself becoming numb to the sensation, almost welcoming it as it brings me a moment of reverie from the pain.

It's as I'm laying here, stewing in more than just spit and gastric juices, I suddenly realise I'm not hungry or thirsty. I mean, I can feel my gut is empty, and I should have at least needed to pee at this point, but I just don't feel the urge for any of it. Could it be the effect of whatever Flynn injected me with? Something to do with his venom even?

I guess it doesn't really matter at this point. I try to settle back into Flynn's stomach, closing my eyes and attempt focus on the faint sounds of him breathing, the gentle beat of his heart somewhere above me, and do my best to make out what he could be doing right now. I've got a long way to go still, and as much as the little voice in the back of my mind is telling me I should be trying to escape, to perhaps thrash around until Flynn throws me up, my body has come to accept what I am...

This is what I've always wanted, this is what I've worked hard towards, and now that I've finally gotten it, I don't plan on fighting my desires anymore...

~Day Four: Digestion~

My time in Flynn's stomach has been an amalgamation of pain where I can't stop myself from screaming and moments where I fall almost thoughtless. I'm not sure how much time has past, but I've been in and out of it the whole day. I eventually passed out, and when I woke up on what I assume to be day four, a new kind of sensation had not just taken to my body, but my mind too.

Once where panic gripped me and fear compelled me, I awoke with a strange sense of peace. Almost grateful to be greeted by the pain burning my flesh and the agony causing my body to convulse.

I cannot see it, but I can smell it, I can taste it upon my tongue. All around me, not only have the liquids in Flynn's stomach become more gooey, stickier to the point they actually feel heavy, but I can tell I am bleeding. The metallic taste of my blood ligers in this fleshy chamber, intermingling with the fetid stench of my skin burning and the acrid odour of the naga's powerful enzymes.

I am completely furless at this point. There are some clumps swirling in Flynn's gut that cling to me as if trying to re-join my body, but as far as I can tell, most of it has burnt in the acid. And while the pain covering my entire body is still more than I have ever felt in my life, right at this moment, I almost feel... Numb. Like I've gotten used to feeling this agony. In fact, I think some part of me is welcoming it, for my mental state is very different to my initial panic.

What had first driven my desperate need to be eaten alive has reawoken in the fiercest of ways. To the point that every twitch of pain, every spam that has my body stiffen and shake, and every sizzling sound of my skin burning has actually become an erotic sensation. I couldn't help myself but jerk off earlier, and as much as it burnt my penis, it was seriously one of the best ejaculations I've ever had, even better than the previous ones.

My skin has started to peel from my body now too. When I ran my paws over my forearms earlier, my skin felt loose, puffy, and almost like overcooked pasta. All it took was one swipe of my paw and I pulled off a pawful of skin from my arm and exposed my muscles to the acids. And as much as it should be terrifying, some part of me wanted to help Flynn's gut along. To scrape my skin off my bones and speed up the process so that I can melt into chyme faster. But at the same time, another part of me doesn't want this to end. The pain, the anticipation, and how nonplussed Flynn is about going on with his life as if he weren't digesting a sentient being, is... The most erotic thing in the world...

I scold myself for ever fighting this yesterday. I blame my brain, as the pain and the prolonged stay had obviously awoken some deep-seated instinct I honestly couldn't control, but now that I'm in charge of my mental faculties, I find myself relishing in the sensations surrounding me.

Flynn's stomach has become much hotter than yesterday, or at least, I feel more aware of the heat sinking in from below me. It's a strange thing to be able to identify, to differentiate between the burning sensation of enzymes breaking my body apart one cell at a time while simultaneously sensing the warmth of the naga's heated floor sinking not just through his thick coils, but penetrating me.

As I lay here in the stillness of Flynn's stomach, I wonder how it might feel to be in the belly of a different predator. I mean, serpents have always been my favourite go-to vore fapping material, but how would it feel to be in a belly that is more active? Flynn's stomach is basically fermenting and rotting me alive, but would it feel better to be churned around by a more active organ? As hot as that sounds, I'm not so sure that it's for me, for not only my affiliation for naga, but there is something nice to the stillness of being able to acknowledge my demise. A luxury other predators don't offer their prey.

Something else that has gotten to me today is the stench surrounding me. At some point yesterday I started gagging as the smell became so strong that I almost threw up what little cum remained in me, but today, it's having the opposite effect. The scent is divine. It smells like grilled, meat. There is a lingering scent of my burnt fur, but the musky, fleshy, bloody smell is much more prominent, something that stirs my loins if I focus on it for too long.

From what I can tell, Flynn is doing some online gaming today, I surmise this not from the position I am in nor the activity I can feel going on, but the shouts he is making every now and then. Flynn is not just well known as the reigning champion of The Predators & Hunters Tournament, or for the scandals and views of his channel: Sylvaur's Saliva, but he is well known for livestreaming this one shoot-em-up game he plays. And just like in real like, he is wicked in that MMOPRG. You'd think beastpeople would wise up to his tricks, but when he's on a team, he always ends up screwing them over in the end. Perhaps beastfolk just like being treated like that by him? Heh, I know I do~

I find myself purring as the naga continues to shout incoherent words above me, trying to image how wicked his grin must be as he drinks down more vodka and soaks my already burning skin. Wishing I could hear how twisted his laugh is as he does something villainous to his teammates. I sigh internally as I curl into his coils and nuzzle his slippery flesh. I hope this feeling can last forever...

~Day Five: Disintegration ~

I feel... Numb. Not only am I becoming more disoriented or confused by how much time has passed, as most of my time is spent lavishing in the consuming feeling of being digested alive, some of these moments end with me passing out and waking up throughout the day. But at this point, I wager it must be the fifth day or so because my body is in far worse a shape than it was yesterday.

Firstly, most of my senses have started to dull. Not just smell or hearing, but it's becoming increasingly hard to register what part of my body I am touching. The feeling is there, it's just... Dulled. Numb. But from what I can sense, it doesn't seem like I have any skin left on my frame.

Exploring my body this morning, I could feel my ears have completely dissolved from my head. There are little stubs that when I rub them too hard, more cartilage will break off. Something I had to stop myself from enjoying as I don't want to rush my digestion along any faster than it's already happening.

My tail is also in pieces, I can't really move it, or at least, it doesn't feel like I'm moving it. I think parts of it have broken off completely at this point. If I had the energy to lift myself and feel my backside, I wouldn't be surprised to find it dissolved all the way to the bone.

That's another thing, I feel very weak. Moving is difficult, and I don't think it's just from how hot it's become in here, or how thick the stomach acids have become with the flesh it's melted from my body, but even my thoughts are lethargic. It's hard to focus on one thing for too long, but while I still had enough focus this morning, I jerked off for what will probably be the last time of my life, and while I was at it, I realised that my ballsack had completely dissolved. I felt one of my balls snap and float between my legs when I ejaculated. I'm not sure where my testicle is now, but I bet if I felt around, I'd probably find the other one pulled free too.

I'm in the advanced staged of digestion now, I know my muscles and whatever fat I have are burning in Flynn's gastric acids. When I felt around earlier, I could feel my hip bones clean of any meat, my fingers feeling gangly and if they were about to snap off, and even my ribs are completely exposed. It's both a maddening and exciting notion to understand what's going on, but perhaps the most baffling part is trying to figure out how I'm still alive.

I can surmise from how I didn't need to breath while Flynn skull fucked me that the composition he came up with in whatever he injected into me removed or slowed my body's requirement for oxygen, but how am I still conscious? Shock should have made me pass out. I can't sum this all up to my stronger than normal pain resistance, as by all logic, I should be dead by this point from having all my skin melted from my body.

I'm not certain of what miracle drug he created in his lab, but I am eternally grateful for the naga's innovation. I know there are tablets and other such mixtures beastfolk can acquire on the black market to make being eaten alive a more pleasant experience, so I can only assume Flynn combined that knowledge with his understanding of chemicals and helps his prey stay alive for as long as possible. Does that mean I'll be alive to the very end? I sure hope so...

~Day Six: Assimilation~

Darkness... I'm not sure how long I've been surrounded by it, but it's taken more than my sight at this stage, as my thoughts have become a hazed and unfocused to the point I wonder if I'm getting drunk on the vodka Flynn drinks.

Moving has become next to impossible at this point, not only because the chyme I'm half submerged in feels thicker than corn starch, or stickier than glue, but because parts of my body have started to break off.

Moving my arm this morning, I think it got caught in one of my ribs, for when I moved back to lay it at my side again, my entire forearm pulled free from my elbow and became stuck on my chest. It's still there now, and when I tried to wriggle my other fingers to see if the same problem affected my left arm, I couldn't even feel it there anymore. I mean, I sense it's right beside me, but I don't think it's attached to my shoulder anymore.

My jaw feels loose and I'm not even sure if it's attached to my face anymore or simply held up because it's laying on my chest. I'm long past the point of being able to stop gastric acids from washing down my throat, in fact, I'm certain I'm not even breathing anymore. No doubt the enzymes are digesting me from the inside out, for the last I felt, my abdominals felt squishy, bloated in a way that it felt as if I could poke a hole clean through my muscles.

My legs are in the same state as the rest of me, if not worse as I just don't have enough strength to move their weight. In fact, the only thing I'm capable of doing is wriggling side to side, and move my head ever so slightly. I know I'm nearing the end stages of my digestion and that most of my body has become chyme at this point, that I am being assimilated into nutrients for this mighty naga, and that my deepest of desires are going to be granted very soon, but I can't help but wish it would not come to an end. That I could stew in Flynn's stomach longer. I guess I'll just have to be happy with the thought that once I die, I'll still remain in his system for another week.

I wonder if Flynn's body is still bloated? It must be quite amazing to fast forward a video if he were to remain in once place and allowed the viewer to see the budge expand as it rots and go down as piece by piece the beastman he swallowed is broken into manageable parts.

I wish I could have had more time to appreciate Flynn's cocky expression. He was on me from the get-go, and while it was unbelievably pleasurable to be dominated by him like that, I didn't get enough face time with him. He's a very handsome guy, and despite how rough he can be, there is a rugged charm to the naga that practically screams "Villain". I guess that's what draws beastfolk to him the most. Well, that, and how vicious he can be.

Flynn is a true predator, through and through. He has no mercy, and is sadistically cruel in a way that it almost makes it feel like the most primal instinct of a carnivore has been given a face. As Flynn embodies all any predator should ever aspire to be. Violent, wicked, and uncaring for how he makes anyone feel. All he cares for is satiating his hunger, and with me filling his gut, I sure do hope that I fill that insatiable desire for as long as possible...

~Day Seven: Expiration~

Nothingness... What little cognition I have is strained and feels almost alien to me. For a moment I don't even realise I'm still alive, but as what remnants of thought greet me, I realise I've been granted one last moment before all I am melts into the chyme I have become.

Piece by piece, my body has collapsed into itself and now floats around in the viscous warmth, swimming around in what parts of my frame are still intact. I cannot see, feel, or even sense it, but I doubt I'm more than just a pile of broken bones at this point. Clinging to what few moment's I can before my brain melts into the soup I have become.

All my desires have been achieved in pleasurable ways I never realised possible. Flynn's body has worked me down to the bone, as chunks of who I used to be now float around me while I sink into the pool of blood and chyme. Wishing that this didn't have to end so soon.

Despite my unfulfilled life and unpleasing love life, this very moment where I feel myself slipping further and further away, I've never felt more accomplished... Not only have I achieved my deepest wish of being consumed whole and alive by one of the most handsome naga on the planet, but I have become food for him. I am sustaining his majesty with my body, fuelling his power with who I used to be. Becoming more than I ever could be on my own.

Darkness takes more than just my sight as I feel the last vestiges of my cognition fizzle and melt into chyme. I wish I could purr, to smile, to thank Flynn for all he has allowed me to do for him. To tell him how honoured I feel to feed him, to have given all his viewers new material to fap to, and how I wish I could have stayed with him forever.

But my time is running out faster than I thought it would. My centre of gravity shifts and I'm almost certain that my head has just broken from my neck and that all I used to be has become nothing more than a pile of meat that's skewered by my own bones, soaked in my own blood and viscera, and dying in the only way that should ever matter.

As the last moments of my life play out almost as if in slow motion, I embrace my fate, thanking everything that helped me reach this point. There is no other place I would rather be as I feel my life come to an end than to be right here in Flynn's stomach... Becoming a part of his scales, forever...

~THE END~