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"You sure 'bout this?"

Matthew jumped despite himself, looking up at the gruff crocodile and having to gulp loudly before he responded.

"Err....yea. Yea, I wanna do it."

The crocodile shrugged and turned around, seeming to not care at all whether anyone passing by his house would see his naked body. The only thing he seemed to be wearing was his stained white tank-top. Mat had to admit, however....that rear was something he'd enjoy looking at often. Not so much any other part of the reptile, from the beer-belly he had, but the way the thick tail swayed from side to side, barely offering a tease of the croc's naked arse...

"You comin' in? Or are you gonna invite the neighbors?"

With another flinch, Mat shook himself back to his thoughts and walked forward after the green-scaled creature.

The house was a starter-home. Clearly not meant to be occupied by a single person for longer than a few years, the building looked as if the croc had spent his whole life there. The carpets looked so dark that he almost assumed they were a completely different shade of green, if not for the tiny areas that hadn't been stained yet. Unless those spots themselves were simply stains of a lighter color.

He followed the croc through the house, past the kitchen, the sink piled high with dirty plates and dishes, and into the basement.

"Name's Hubby, by the way." The crocodile growled over his shoulder, walking down the stairs and turning on the lights. The wooden planks creaked and groaned noisily under his passage.

"...I-I'm Mat." He said back, following Hubby into the damp basement. The crocodile didn't make any signal that he had heard or understood what he had said.

When the lights were turned on and his eyes adjusted, Mat's eyebrows raised quite a bit; everything about the upstairs was exactly the opposite here. The floor was clean and clear of debris. The walls were all a solid color, a few shelves with different assorted items on them, all neatly arranged from smallest to largest for easy choice. Mat wouldn't have thought that this was the croc's place if he hadn't seen Hubby walk through the room himself, straightening a few things out before turning back to him.

"This," He said with a grin that made Mat's skin crawl, "Is where I do business."

He waited for Mat to begin moving before continuing with his speech. "Take a moment to look 'round. All'f these'll be used on ya, so try 'em out. You responded to th' message with five others. They'll be here eventually."

Mat looked around the room and gulped again. This guy had some serious cash! It looked as if he had bought every single size of every toy he had gotten, just so that he could make sure he was using the right size for whomever was in here. Each toy was clean and bright, almost looking brand new! All along the shelves were masks and gags, parapernalia of bondage and fun times.

"....I'll be back in, say, and hour. Then we'll get ya all ready up." Hubby said, turning back to the stairs and walking up them, continuing to grumble something for a little longer.

"Oh," He said, looking around before exiting. "And I expect you to have warmed up by then; there'll be punishment if ya don't have somethin' up yer arse when I open the door." With that he turned around and closed the door, leaving Mat agape and alone.

Mat gave a sigh and looked around. Gosh, this man had bought any toy that he'd ever want! He spent about ten minutes just looking at all the straps and toys, deciding which ones he liked the most with a furious blush on his face.

After a while, though, he knew he'd have to finally get to it. He sighed again and reached for his shirt, pulling it off and looking down at his soft fur; being a skunk, the pure white took a lot of cleaning to maintain, and maintenance included brushing. Soon after his shirt went off, so did his pants, his wide tail fluffing out after being removed from a hole in the seat of his jeans.

It took a few more minutes before Mat took off his underwear as well, exposing his stubby little member. It was thick, something he was very proud of, but in length he was lacking greatly. He spent a moment with his hand wrapped around it, stroking softly and giving a quick gasp or two, and then before he knew it he was hard. He knew he should keep from touching himself until after this was over, to keep from going off prematurely, and so with a grimace he made himself stop jerking off and went to the rack of toys.

Within moments he had chosen a fairly large toy and a few pieces of equipment. He took a moment to put everything on; mainly a ring gag and some straps around his chest, clinking a bit as he adjusted them to fit. Then it was time for the fun part. He eyed to toy apprehensively; it was larger than many of the toys he had ever taken, but he wanted to impress the croc and make this a fun experience. Another shelf contained a few bottles of lube, which he hastily applied to the toy.

The tip was cold with the lubrication, making his pucker tighten up and a shiver run up his spine, but Mat pressed the base of the toy to the floor and sat down anyways. His hole opened up wide as the toy slid in, his mouth making the same motions as he moaned loudly. He could feel more and more of the dildo enter into his rear, the tapered end slowly stretching out his pucker until finally, after a few minutes of bouncing up and down on it, he felt the thickest end pop into his rear.

He gasped and immediately pulled up, popping the thick end out of him so that he could sit back down on it again. For a long time he almost went into a trance, feeling that large end slip past the point of no return and fill him up completely. The slick surface seemed to slide past his skin as he pushed in, but it gripped and tugged at his insides pleasingly as he rose off of it.

The reverie was broken, however, when he heard the door shut behind him. Hubby was back. Had it really been an hour?

"Heh, I see you follow instructions well."

He stood up and turned towards the crocodile, full of shameful pride.

"Heh, 'n a good choice fer a gag! A lovely gag, yes." The crocodile stood only inches away from him, his smile making Mat shiver again. He started to back up, to put some comfortable distance between himself and the seven foot tall scaled beast.

Suddenly he found himself looking up at the ceiling, his breath gone from his lungs. What had just happened...?

"You'll be lookin' good for when I 'nvite my friends over, bitch."

That got his heart racing. He tried to breathe in quickly, to scream or shout, anything, but before the thought had even left his mind a shadow appeared in his vision. A scaled foot dropped on his stomach, and instantly Mat was out of breath again. Trying to breathe in was a worthless effort- he was going red in the face from lack of oxygen.

"Listen up, slut." Hubby began to speak. "'Cause this's how it'll go down: I'm gonna fuck you every day, every night, or just whenever the hell I feel it, got me?"

Mat nodded, his breathing going course, but apparently that wasn't enough. "Got me!?" The crocodile shouted, his foot putting more weight on Mat's stomach. Mat tried to talk, his voice not coming out, and shook his head as hard as he could.

"Good." The foot suddenly left his stomach, and Mat gasped in breath as much as he could.

There was no energy for shouting or moving, only for gasping and panting as much as he could. He watched the large shadow of the croc get larger as Hubby leant over, then felt the strong scaled paw grip his chest-fur.

He was hurled onto his feet, and then soved hard across the room, having to run full-pelt at the furthest wall from the door to keep from falling over. 'Maybe if I can change my momentum...' He thought to himself, beginning to veer to the right as he ran.

It was a fruitless effort; within an instant he felt a foot impact his back, sending him careening off balance again and crashing into the cinderblock wall.

His hands were wrestled behind his back, and then he heard two clicks. He knew that sound well, and knew the feeling well, but this time it was different. This time, when his hands tried to pull apart and were held back by cuffs, he seriously doubted that he would be released from them at the end of the session.

The thought of shouting came back to him, but was very quickly taken away as something cloth-like was shoved into his mouth through the ring gag, keeping him gagged and muffled. As the crocodile grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, he realized that his underwear was missing from his pile of clothes.

"Now I'm absolutely sure that you would be a dear and not shout," Hubby said with a smile, leading the skunk by his neck-fur over to a paddling bench. "But until I know that you can't make noise at all you'll just have to deal with however your own musk tastes."

He was slung over the bench and strapped in, his head and arms no problem. His legs, however, took more time, Mat kept kicking out at the crocodile as the fat reptile attempted to grab them and strap them down. He got a few hits in, too.

"Oh-ho ho...I like 'em fiesty." He heard Hubby growl behind him, and then felt his legs taken and locked in place, forcing him to bend over and show his rear.

He was done, now, he realized. Trapped and unable to get out at all. The only one to let him out would be the crocodile that had trapped him in here. He whimpered, and realized that that was all he could really do.

"I hope you truly followed orders like I told you to," He heard behind him. He knew what was coming next, but not how large the other was. A quick jerk reaffirmed his suspicions thathe was locked in too tightly to break out. "'Cause I dun' start off sissy like."

Suddenly a splitting pain broke open in his ass. He tried to shout and scream into his gag, hearing the muffled whimpers that came from his own throat as his own smelly underwear turned them into barely audible sighs. However large Hubby was, he was big enough to make Mat's ass burn even after he had stretched out properly.

It only got worse; Hubby began immediately pumping back and forth, his large cock-head reaming through Mat's insides and tearing everything inside the skunk's colon on fire. Mat shook against the bonds and pulled in every direction he could think of, only hearing amused chuckles behind him for his effort. Each time the fat bastard behind him shoved himself in more and more of that thick cock stretched him out, making him shiver as he tried to scream.

Hubby was holding Mat by the shoulders, a worthless gesture since the skunk was tied down on all limbs, but it helped the crocodile to thrust and hump faster. His hips were almost a blur as he fucked Mat's ass hard.

Mat was feeling the sick feeling that always accompanied sudden fucking without getting used to the implement. If only the crocodile would slow down and stop fucking him so hard....his thoughts were jarred with a particularly hard thrust, making the whole bench shake and rattle. His whimpers were barely audible, but it was the shame of having them come out at all that made his cheeks burn rosy red, and tears fall from his eyes. Hubby wouldn't let up for even a moment!

Hubby could feel his orgasm coming quickly, this skunk boy was tight! His hips slammed into his guest's ass so hard that it was actually beginning to turn a light shade of red. He kept himself going for as long as possible, making 'Mat' enjoy getting stuffed for a little while longer. He couldn't wait to make a new name for his little bitch.

Finally he couldn't take any more. He stopped fucking his new slave and pulled out with a wet sounding 'schlurp!'. Only three of his massive steps took him around the bench and put his cock right at Mat's face-level.

A rough paw came down and roughly shoved it's way into Mat's mouth, poking around and forcing Mat to taste the contents of the messy crocodile's scales until they wrapped around his underwear.

When Hubby pulled out his now soaked undergarments Mat was ready. He breathed in fully, got ready to shout at the top of his lungs, and then gagged as his vision was completely taken up by the crocodile's low-hanging belly.

Hubby immediately settled into the same rythm as he had used on the bitch's ass, pounding back and forth as hard as he could, with little attempt to make long, smooth strokes. Mat's nose came close to breaking a few times, but hubby didn't care; if he broke this slut, he'd get another one.

Eventually the crocodile's cock couldn't take anymore. Mat's throat bulged and came close to ripping one last time as the reptile thrust in as hard as he could and then pulled slowly back, letting his orgasm overtake him. The large knob of his cock expanded at the back of Mat's throat, almost locking it there as it suddenly flooded his mouth with cum.

The loud bellow Hubby released as he came covered up any noise Mat could even think of making. The crocodile's hips jutted forward after every other spurt, too, force-fucking his seed down the skunk's throat. All Mat could do was try to catch a breath and swallow wildly, coughing and choking on the huge amounts of sperm he was force-fed.

Hubby's orgasm ended slowly, almost torturing Mat with his air supply cut off. Hubby sighed and panted as he slowly wound down, gently pulling his cock from Mat's mouth and stuffing the other's underwear back in past the ring gag. His cock was dirty, covered in spunk and skunk spit, so he grabbed his new slave's head and used the skunk's facial fur to clean off.

A few more minutes of drying off with the other's fur, and smacking the other hard in the face with his cock, hard enough to almost leave bruises, and then Hubby sighed and turned away from the skunk. He walked to the toy Mat had chosen when he had been left alone and picked it up, walking slowly back and shoving it as far as he could into the other's rear- all the way to the base.

"'ll be back in th' mornin' fer ya." He growled, tramping up the stairs and then turning off the lights. Then he shut the door, leaving the quietly whimpering skunk in the darkness.