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[h1]TRIGGER WARNING: If bullying triggers you in any way, you are 100% going to get a panic attack from reading this. Please be advised.[/h1]

Welcome, audience! Yes, welcome. As some of you may have guessed, this is a followup to my other great masterpiece, Don't Fuck With the Lifeguard, of which I had received numerous kind requests to create. After a year, I do hope you will come to enjoy this latest rendition!

Special thanks to my proofreaders psydrosis and DukeFerret . Please, do enjoy!

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[h2]Fucking with the Lifeguard[/h2]

What the fuck do you think you're doing, you stupid, arrogant little slut? That three hundred fifty pound ball of scales and muscle calls in and says his wounds can only be tended to by you, at his own house,_with a _first aid kit? Nothing to call bullshit on? How about when he asked you to show up barefoot with a Cantanka Beach t-shirt and swimming trunks? You could've said "No." You could've just stopped. At any point, you could've turned around and bailed out. But thirty minutes on the highway and three neighborhood roads later, this is now where the story's going. So before you go and complain about your life choices, let's set the fucking record straight: you were looking for trouble the moment you took this deal.

Yeah, you've seen all the pics: that six foot seven bodybuilding beach bully flexing shirtless over a Caribbean horizon with his jacked up friends, that great blue motionlessly crashing around his legs, drips up his pant legs as you fantasized it as your saliva; you badass motherfucker. Wipe that fucking smirk off your face. Metal lugging hunks dripping of sweat and masculinity pick their teeth with so-called lean-and-mean wimps like you.

Look at you. You've got the parking brake down in his driveway, head back in the seat, roasting in the indoor humidity like you're the one radiating it. All the rumors in the world couldn't get you to turn around. No matter how many times they say he's got less soft spots mentally than he does physically, didn't stop you. You took some time to prepare, counting the supplies in your first aid kit, double, triple checking that everything was there. Not good enough for the nerves, so you looked to the windshield and windows instead.

And that alone's a hell of a view. Sun's out high over the lawn-cut scent of this new area; and one hell of a neighborhood, too. You couldn't help but feel your nerves go up. He's got that two story house, those white walls, three thermos-shaped windows before the dining room, a navy roof, patio on the top...heh. Better catch yourself before you think that far ahead. Hold, breathe, remember what daddy always told you: hope for the best, expect the worst, so you hopped to it and moved, toasting your toes onto the jagged concrete driveway.

The air's the scent of freshly cut lawns and breakback nerves. Fear? Nah. One hand in your pocket, you bring that off to the side, knock on the door, two seconds later it whirls open, brushing across the finely detailed carpet inside. He was so tall you had to look straight up just to make eye contact. His emerald scales gleaming around the tan ones, accentuating the weight of his muscles, held back by a white tank top held by thin straps down from his shoulders to his dark pink nipples, dark green cargo shorts with a thick, round bulge.

"You must be the medic?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

Sure was.

"Nice," he nodded, beckoning you in with his head.

Just walking past him makes invisible bugs in your skin jitter. The door closes, and the cold front of the A/C overtakes the heat of the outside. Clean wooden floors, chandelier at the top with eight dim candle bulbs, and a couple of watercolor paintings hanging.

"Name's Chad," he said. "Nice to meet you."

His claws ticked together as his fingers practically envelope your whole hand, and the restraint he showed couldn't be clearer. Shaking it felt more like you were wrestling him, but overall, so far so good. That puff of breath from his nostrils told a lot.

"Silent type, huh?" he asked. "Definitely missing the strong, heh. I'm just playing around. I'll guide you to the den."

Sweat glossed the palm as his grip fastened a little bit harder, another step further into his house, a tri-opening room of oak and ebony shades and a spire-lined staircase riding up the walls to the upstairs balcony. Not excessive at all. As you barely kept up with him through the dining room, you saw yourself in the reflection of the wine cabinet and winced. It looked like a brute was dragging around a stuffed animal, but the thought of that felt as good as the dickhead against the inside of your trousers.

One step later took you to the carpeted floor of the den, to the black leather couch positioned towards the flat screen TV topped on a shelf full of books, scattered paperwork, "Psycho" on the top of a stack of movies. Chad took his seat and swung his tail to the right, the ends of his bulky thighs now in view as he spread his legs in a V.

And that's one of a nasty side eye; not exactly on his _good_side. His teeth splayed over his lips looked like jagged arrowheads. He rolled his shoulders enough for the straps of his muscle shirt to show his nipples underneath. You let out the slightest squeak from your mouth like a pussy, covering it with your hands a second later.

"What the fuck was that?" he grinned, a mocking purr on the vowels. "All right, whatever. Let's get this show on the road."

There's that snappy attitude, but hell, are you really gonna challenge that? Fuck that; those wounds aren't gonna heal themselves. He pinched the collar of his shirt and pulled the thin, white fabric up and over his head like dead snakeskin. Your heart raced as his bulky form came into full view. Each muscle of his abs was chiseled like scaly lumps of a statue just below his large, burly mounds. You shuddered in delight, probably forgetting what to do with your hands, 'cause every other time you've seen a body this big was on a screen at night with the windows down. Right on the bottom of his six pack lay a bolt-like red mark rolling down to near his thigh, nearly two inches in width, disappearing into his trousers.

"Got it from a rough run-in with some bird guy in the deep end," he explained. "He was easy, but he got scared and started scraping me with his beak. Poor guy. Anyway, that one at the bottom's the worst. Hope you know what to do."

Don't pretend you didn't think of some shitty, flirty bottom pun; just nod and fall to your knees. You then placed your first aid kit onto the glass coffee table, the top clicking as it flipped open, and you reached for the antibiotic ointment. Squeezing some in your hand, you gulped, icicles careening through you again, reminding yourself, "Chill, you're only here to touch his wounds." A tough thought to keep track of when you're positioned right between his legs. Slowly but surely, you began to apply the white cream to the long, ugly scar.

Barely a hiss, no surprise there; hell if he ain't relaxing, though. His smooth, tough scales bumping under your touch was intoxicating, enticing, distracting. Right, right, look back at that scar: yup, that's prettydamn deep, why don't you get your ass in motion? Fighting your obsession over his body was nearly impossible as you lathered him slowly, getting every possible angle.

It wasn't enough, was it? Your heart was racing. You couldn't wait. You had to get a little too handsy, curling your fingers in the unwounded notches just for fun. Nerves flaring, you watched as you rubbed him further down his biggest scar, lowering down his waist, until your fingertip punctured the inside of his trousers. A lick on your lips, a playful flick of the hips, tail, to you, there was no shame in making an absolute twink of yourself, especially with your hands starting to inch closer to that lovely bulge in the downstairs.

"Hey, dumbfuck," he quipped, "are you stupid? You're not even rubbing it in."

Oh shit: fingers gone dry. You shook your head hard, heart thumping like the horny cunt you are. Reaching for the tube again, shame raced through your veins; the kind that flushed your cheeks so hard you actually felt it. Did he notice that? No time to check. Deep, pink cuts everywhere, all over his torso; damn, was that bird a vulture? You decided to start rubbing more of his wounds; a few cuts around his obliques together looked like tic tac toe as you covered them up a bit, too. Now to the chest. Your blood pressure spiked, open palms dancing over his wide pecs as he stretched his arms out across the back of the couch. You made yourself comfortable feeling every muscle like a market, then graced a finger over his right nipple. Then again. Then a little more. The pheromones hooked you bad, and suddenly, you forgot what the hell you were trying to do in the first place, drawing your face closer to feel his wonderful body heat.

There's your first mistake.

"Oh, is that what you want?" he smirked, pausing for a response, and when he didn't get one, blurting, "You wanna do this the hard way? Gimme that."

Reaching around, he swept up the small tube and held it up to you. He looked you in the eye and smashed his fingers together around it, spraying cream and broken plastic through the cracks of his fist. The brute then snatched you from the back and pulled you in, forcing your head to the side. He snickered as he began to smother his ointment covered palm all over your right cheek. His amusement seemed to warm his own scales as he drew you inwards, pressing your cheek deeply into his huge abs.

Your face felt thick with lotion and sweat as he covered every spot you paid jack shit attention to. A singsong whine pushed out your cheeks, hands pushing against the couch cushions, your legs constantly brushing back and forth between his inside thighs, but did fuck all to hide your arousal, so he chuckled, patting you on the back with his other hand. I'll bet you liked it, too, when he seemed to curl over you next.

"Fight back, already," he taunted, "this is too easy! Why won't you fight back?"

How humiliating does it feel to be treated like this? He might as well sit on your face at this point. Worse, still: you were tenting in your shorts, and getting more obvious by the second with every mouthful of hulky crocodile bod fucked up your taste buds, in a good way.

"Heh," he smiled, letting you back but not letting go, "that was fun. Now, tell me about yourself while we let this dry out."

As he let off the power hold, you rolled to the side and straightened up, looking at his smirk instead of his eyes. He looked a little caught up in himself. He kept his shirt off and folded his arms behind him, letting the glisten of his moisturized scales in the window light sink in. Hell if there wasn't a lot of heat in the air already.

Conversation was scarce. He at least got a name and an address out of you, a confirmation you were really a medic and not some weird prostitute. Still, you could tell, you were winning him over. You had to be, right? Smile and nod. You didn't take it too far.

"You know, it always breaks my heart when people swim too far," Chad said. "Sure you have a couple guys swim out too far just to impress a woman, but at least they come back after I blow my whistle. Anybody who goes as far as that bird is doing it for the challenge. Like they need to prove something. And that's just not right. This job...it's a great job, but ultimately, every_job has its..._deep ends."

Damn. That was deep as fuck. And something you've grown to relate. That erection of yours was the strongest you'd had in months, so your hands ran deep into your pockets to hold it down. Did he notice it? The facade wasn't good enough. Couldn't afford this...you tilted your legs to the side, gulping, barely recovering enough from the embarrassment to look him in the eye. You could tell the way his eyes flicked up and around your body that he knew something was up, and the anticipation was driving the both of you nuts.

"Wait, are you-?" he asked, gesturing to your trousers as you tilted your legs further, a powder keg of shame blasting through you. "No, seriously, let me see." He meant it.

You couldn't control yourself. That voice was your judge, jury and executioner. Biting your lip, finding distractions in the floors you revealed the tent on your shorts that began to reach above. Your mind raced for a conclusion amidst the visual amusement the big brute felt, but nothing could formulate.

"Heh, I knew it_,_" he said teasingly. "You like all this shit, don't you?"

Damn right you do. You just couldn't open up and say it. You needed that cute little grin that substituted as a response since keyboard mashing was out of the question. So, that silence stretched for a little bit longer. Then he got impatient and slid over to you until his thigh touched yours. Gotta get a response now, punk. A weak nod? He'll take it. His breath on your cheek felt like pheromones.

"You're really liking this, aren't you?" he asked. "You got a thing for being bossed around like this?"

You gulped, unsure about what he'd do next, but his aroma was so inviting, like his scales had retained the scent of the sea. So you nodded slowly. Ever so slowly. He patted your thigh, probably rougher than intended, until his digits slipped up and up. Your heart jumped as he slipped one of his claws into the nape of your trunks, and leaned his head a bit to your ear.

"You little slut," he laughed, "take off your fucking clothes. You don't deserve them anymore."

Goosebumps. Lightning in the synapses. Still clinging on to the last of your facade of nerves, but the wet circle on your trousers made you an open book. So, you gripped at your shirt, tugged it over your head and tossed it aside, the sight of your exposure bringing a sadistic smile to his face. Chad tugged that impatient thumb in your trousers and slowly, punishingly, drew it inches below your hip. You nodded and shivered as you grabbed the hemboth parts of your pants and pulled them down, letting them crumple to the floor.

You folded your arms together as if for warmth and felt your face light up even harder than it had before. Both of you sat in silence as you stared at his crotch area, feeling his meaty fingers massaging your bare thigh.

"Oh, what's this?" he asked, but you were too embarrassed to answer. "You must be fucking joking. Did you really put on a party thong on the off chance this would happen?"

You nodded shyly, but it wasn't all that hesitant, was it? Gave him those puppy eyes. What the fuck did you think that would do? That black fabric bulged like a him on a bad day barely covering your crotch area, and the thin strands wrapped around your hips left nothing to the imagination. Sure as hell pleased him, though, are you proud?

"You cheap whore," he teased. "You know that doesn't fit you."

Your nerves rang out like a siren as his huge hand slid from your thigh to your crotch, playing with your bulge like a stress ball, squeezing out your shaky sighs. He stuck out his pointer finger, exposing its long, curled claw. He chuckled deeply as you watched him slide it into your thong, the finger brushing up against your member while the claw made a tent in the tiny piece of fabric. Slowly, it inched further and further in, the underwear stretching, exposing the base of your penis, until the claw punched through with a snap. The flimsy straps wrapped around your body wound tight against your butt like pulled rubber bands until it could take it no more; the pathetic thong snapped in three parts as Chad pulled the rest of the impaled fabric through, shaking it off like a piece of fuzz. He patted your shoulder and gawked at your fully naked body as you pressed your thighs together in blissful humiliation, as if you could hide what was already so obvious. Just to fuck with you, he grabbed the top of your head and messed with it.

"Heh, you're cute," he grumbled, now starting to massage your shoulders. "Do you like it when I tell you to strip naked on command?"

Your approval came out in an avalanche of nervous laughter and nodding, but thankfully he didn't seem to mind. His touch glided down to your chest, over your belly, kneading the softness of your thighs. His opposite hand reached down your lower back, gently circling around your fur. Bored with the tension, he practically lifted you up by your shoulders until you were standing back first to him.

"Well, good thing, 'cause you're gonna stay that way," Chad grinned, smacking your ass. "Why don't I give you a tour around the house before you shake that ass for me?"

Sure thing. But you were in it for the whole bag. You turned back at him and shot him the most seductive grin you could muster, watching as his face lit up. Then you bent over, reaching your delicate hands to his trousers. Fat chance: he pushed your arms away and shook his head.

"Just you," he said bluntly.

You weren't about to listen. Turnabout's fair play; he was late for the memo. So, you reached for them again. And again, he stopped you.

"I said, just you."

** ** This time, you let out a light giggle, feigning your submission, letting his guard go down. Your tail wagged a bit just for cuteness. Then all at once, you dover for his pants, finally locking your fingers onto either side of the fabric. The tightness in your chest from your held in breath exploded in you as you tried to yank them down, but you only got to see just the base of his V line before your arms were ripped away, and he pushed you to the ground.

"All right, that's it," he growled. "I was going to go easy on you, but instead, I think I'll give you a different kind of house tour."

You dumb little fucking slut. This is where it all came to. You watched helplessly as his hands swept up the first aid kit, dumping all the contents out onto the floor. He then leapt for the shirt, the pants, even the torn up party thong, and all in one motion, stuffed them inside of the case, watching as he pressed them further and further into small enough sheets for him to snap the box shut, doing the links, then waving it daintily in front of your face.

"Outside," he said, "now."

Defeated, you looked away, but he couldn't give less of a fuck; he lay one huge hand on the small of your back as he led you to the sliding glass doors leading out to a bright porch.

God damn, you were in for it, now. Sunlight baked your naked fur now as you stepped onto the brick platform leading out to a wide open backyard. Beyond the lawn chairs and the tarped up grill before you saw the second story window open at the neighboring grey walled house. Fenceless, trimmed, a long road to the left clearly visible but empty of any pedestrians made for a hell of an obstacle.

"Five laps around the house," he winked. "Go."

Oh fuck. You turned, looking for an option, maybe try that puppy eye th-

"I said five laps, numbskull," he commanded, flogging your ass with the kit, "now move it!"

No hesitation, your sorry ass took off running west, close to the corners to save the most time. Might as well think of the positives; he could've given you ten or twenty just for being a bad little nudist. Sweating, hypervigilant, you couldn't help but look around for the worst of the worst. Out front, you saw deadpan, facedown lizards on lawnmowers, and made a break for it. Better hurry that bare ass up. Anybody could drive by. Anybody could humiliate the fuck out of you.

One.

Nobody saw. Fair enough, you got off lucky that time. Nevermind the smirk Chad gave as he found himself a lawn chair to lounge against, legs crossed with that beer in his hand as his head turned like a sprinkler. The toes in the grass burning for seconds as it hits the concrete puts your ass in motion, heart pounding at the beat of absolute embarrassment. But if you're gonna talk yourself out of this one, you better be prepared to explain that party thong from earlier.

Two.

Sundress and a plain white tee holding hands on that road both have a laugh at you; probably bringing back some memories. You started thinking about moving your arms away and pumping them instead; maybe get a slightly better run. Then again, that doesn't ever help. You're not running the Olympics, you're a bad, embarrassed sub getting exactly what he deserved. Maybe you'd rather keep that dick covered; god knows it's nothing compared to his. At least the front lawn wasn't as bad. Now you couldn't help but think of how far away your clothes were. Locked inside that flimsy case in the hands of a brute. Running back to the backyard, you swear to god you saw a head in that neighboring window. Is this what you were expecting?

Three.

Whatever you decide to do with your arms, it's not helping. Newsflash, you're still completely naked in public, and the locals are having a ball with it already. That couple stuck around leaning on each other with that same dreamy smile, looking back between you and your dom. Better get a move on before they take their phones out! Shivering, huffing, out by the front lawn, the revving of engines have stopped, and now the next door neighbor gecko's sitting there with that smug smile as he watches you every single inch of the way. Looks like the image of you covering your bare bits is gonna stay in his head forever. Hey, cheer up; you've only got two laps left!

Four.

You _really_looked like a pussy, now. You can actually feel the embarrassment incinerating your face as stroke after stroke of bad luck gut punches you. A couple college kids on their bikes stop and laugh. A car slows down significantly and beeps its horn. No phones, though. No recording. Everybody knows this is some sort of joke, huh? And they're all playing along. That's one hell of a reputation. He keeps that up and he could easily push you through this whole neighborhood. You're a joke. A naked, blushing, submissive little joke.

Five.

_"Last lap!"_Couldn't believe how loud he yelled it. Got a couple petty, sarcastic cheers from your onlookers; probably about twelve or thirteen by now. In a neighborhood as quiet as this, that's like a siren, so you bolted to a sprint, not caring how tired and beaten the soles of your feet were. Across the street, past the gecko was his wife standing in the front door, pink curlers on while she's got that evil smile on her face. The aching on your weak legs somehow kicks your ass in the next gear. Could've been the adrenaline. Hell, it could've even been him. Either way, it didn't stop your audience from watching you trying to hide your naked, blushing body across every aching, humiliating corner.

Finally! You're done! Lay off the cheetos, fatass. You ran towards the shade of the house, looking to practically bolt straight through the screen door. You recoiled as the meaty hand fastened around your wrist, pulling you back into the scorching summer air. He said one word: "No." You squatted as you caught your breath, tongue lolling out, shuddering in humiliation. Still naked to the open world, the cross-armed madman looked down at you with amusement, amplifying your shame tenfold as he stood and left you absolutely helpless.

And he let you linger there for a while, motioning between the inaudible shouts from passersby, giving them all a thumbs up. A couple times you tried to walk around him back inside, but a light nudge put you back in your place. Then he turned to the public and shouted,

"Nah, he's with me! Don't worry!"

Of course they all took it. Of course they were at least somewhat feeling it. Whatever Chad was doing was a scheme he had thought about beforehand. The solace that you weren't his only victim was comforting, to say the very least. Didn't last long. He knelt down and whispered in your ear:

"Better not pull any more bullshit like that," he said, "because next time, I'll make you run the whole neighborhood."

He put his hand around the small of your back, leading you back inside, the pedestrians seeming to whoop and holler sarcastically as you left the stage of the neighborhood. Couldn't help but shudder as you felt the chill of room temperature again. You searched the ground for distractions, but a finger on your chin gave you a pair of satisfied reptilian eyes to gaze into.

"Feeling alright there, sweaty?" he asked. "It wasn't that much running."

Your breath shook like an earthquake as you sighed.

"Tell you what, when you're done cleaning up that mess, you can go take a shower," he promised. "Since you spread all that fucking lotion on me, I've got dibs. Got it?"

You nodded incessantly as your bottom lip quivered.

"Good," he beamed. "There's a dustpan and broom in the cabinet. Don't think there's a maid outfit in there for you or anything. As long as you're here, you're staying naked."

He said that like he meant it. Or did he? Either way, you couldn't help but watch as he walked around past the living room, carrying the kit with all your clothes with him.

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Steam clouded up the glass shower walls as you poked your head around the bathroom door. You couldn't help it. The way the hot water sounded pelting down onto that body was unlike anything you'd ever heard. Today was already a hell of a day. So dominating. So careless about your well being. And you loved every second of it. Still, you knew damn well it was getting pretty dangerous. From here you could see the case propped up against the sink, a piece of your shirt fabric stuck out the side of the case like a bookmark. With a gulp, you decided that now's your chance.

No movement. It's doubtful he heard it. The massive blur continued to morph into manly shapes, so you took a deep breath and held it. Tip toeing, eyes peeled, no tricks in sight; a mirror to your right reminded you how unconcealed your nerves were. Lip down, dick hard, still naked, what was the plan now? You couldn't stop. You found yourself standing on the mat in front of the shower. It was all over. Thrill overtook you.

You could've taken your clothes right now and made a break for it, but something was in the way. Something that had been there from the start, now coded in a different language. You were all too persistent, all too hyped up with energy, and to top it all off, that blob of green behind the screen kept inviting your senses like a fish hook to the nostrils.

Off the edge, the hanging towel nicked at your nose as your shivering hand reached for the screen door. Body flaring, dick throbbing, you didn't have the slightest idea what you were getting into, but you had to see, you had to go this far, fingers curling around the door as you pulled it aside an inch. As the slight chill hit his body, he looked over to you there through the small opening, and for a split second you expected everything to go black.

"Hm?"

No going back now.

"Heh. So you _are_that horny. Here, I'll give you a better look."

Now it felt like an earthquake across your bloodstream as you pulled it all aside, the sight of Chad's naked, glistening body eluding you as drips ricocheting off his glorious, manly scales tickled your face.

Your eyes feasted upon the banquet that was Chad's naked body as streams of water cascaded down all of it, dancing between the notches of his scales and heaving itself over his mountainous biceps and quads. Following the streams hungrily, your heart thudded as you took a gander at his uncovered pelvis. There, dangling down to just above his kneecap lay the biggest piece of man meat you've ever seen, a pale yellow snake dangling freely over his two massive balls. Just looking at it made you feel small. Like you'd do anything he'd ask just for him to hit you across the face with it. That was the kind of cock that dominates asses far past the bed. And the thought of how much more than that you were about to get made you lick your lips.

"You look impressed," the big croc laughed. "But I get that a lot."

You nodded, reeling in to cop a feel.

"I didn't say you could touch," he scolded. "You better fucking kiss me, first."

You were the snake, he was the charmer; putting a couple fingers to your chin, you felt light and followed through with it, the heated water moisturizing your lips pressing together. And you never imagined a crocodile kiss could taste so distinct, so succulent, like soft clay doused in steak juice and manliness, so you fell totally limp and drank it in deeper. Must've been there for about fifteen minutes straight while he toyed around with your body, letting him stroke you between your back and your head. He got a little lower, so you pulled away in shock, but the decadence of your arousal soon took you.

Like a magnet, your hands and mouth sprawled to his abs, kissing and feeling every slick, burly notch of man in front of you. Those kisses turned to playful licks real quick, and he put his hand on the back of your head to bring you further in. Poetic; you can't stop being a slut for this hunky croc if you _tried._Between the muscles and the hot water caressing your fur, you could just about _drown_in him. You laughed, 'cause you had a feeling you were about to drown on something else.

You figured you might as well speed it up, running your heads along the muscles on his arms until you reached his hands. In them, you placed your palms, giving light squeezes and pressured it, seeming to push it back. Chad laughed as he saw what you were doing, raising his arms up in a motion that pushed you down. An unfathomable weight upon you, you were quickly brought to your knees, both of you laughing at each other in frisky play. Your heart then gasped, as you realized you were now eye level with the crocodile hunk's huge cock, hanging low enough to take your breath away.

And he knew it, too. It was clear from the way he was already growing. Your cheek was pressed up against his shaft, the tip dangling low enough to not be covered. Damn right it was your job to fix, so you opened your mouth, talking the large, bulbous head inside. Inside, you slicked your tongue all around it, finding it hard to cover every notch.

A rush of blood screamed through your system as your tongue danced along his overwhelming length, suckling on the tip, trying to drive him crazy. Out blew a breath of satisfaction as you completed the full lick and back again, extra slow, smoothing your hands on his legs. The more you played with and pawed off that dick in your mouth, the further you found yourself away from his body. Your mind raced, staring at that dick like a footlong you needed to have the guts to swallow whole.

"All right, get up, you fucking cocktease," he commanded playfully; guess he let you off the hook. Weightlessly he lifted you up by your arms, spinning you around to face the shower caddy perched on the opposite end. He caressed your wet fur, pushing your buttons as your entire body vibrated, giggling incessantly through your intoxicated smile.

"You're really starting to make me hard," he mumbled, "is that what you want?"

Circling his hands across your chest and belly, massaging every notch, he nipped ever so mercifully at your neck and doubled over all the spots you reacted best to. You sighed, feeling his erection vertically in your butt crack go up against your back and your tail. Chad had another thing in mind, though; leaning back, grabbing your thighs to pull them apart an inch, and shoving his thick meat between it. You gasped in shock as you felt that huge pipe brush up against the underside of your scrotum, the shower water and your innocent thighs providing exactly the tightness he needed.. Slowly but surely he rocked back and forth, holding your arms in place to the sides so you couldn't move if you wanted to, let alone pivot your neck as you felt his snout by your ear again.

"Listen, slut, I've had a lot of boyfriends in the past," he muttered, "but you? I could bully you all day. I'd push you around and make you clean the whole house naked. I'd make you get the mail for me every morning. Until I get bored of going easy on you and invite some friends to gang up on you. That's exactly what you'd want, isn't it?"

Chad huffed in your ear as he began to hump back and forth, your hips recoiling at the weight of the thigh fuck. His warm, slick length made the insides of your thighs tingle in delight, watching as his penis popped in and out of the folds like a dolphin having fun in the ocean. Your moans became high, erect penis and balls shifting up on top of it, proving it was nothing compared to his size as he switched from edging himself to letting your fleshy embraces' echoes warp in the room's dimensions.

His breath played a tune in your ear. "You like that, you pathetic little whore?"

You were grinning like a bitch when you looked at him, shivering in excitement from head to toe.

Chad smirked, reading every word of your gaze. "Put a leg up."

You balanced a hand on either side of the shower's walls until you got the position down. He released the grip on your right arm and pushed your back forward, arching it back, once again following through as you held back a huge moan. All the nerves were screaming through your synapses, begging for more. He slipped his finger across your rear opening once, then twice, the digit about as thick as a "normal sized" penis. The chills it gave through your body contrasting with the warmth was unforgettable. This was it. All you wanted now was to be mercifully dominated.

Then, you felt it. It was like a dream come true, starting with the tip, the soft flesh slowly penetrating into your hole. Could've hardly been over an inch, but it was enough to make you whine out loud. So he let it in an inch deeper, pulling you in by your other arm, letting yourself feel him in full.

LIke the tease he was, he gave you slow strokes, getting you used to the pain of his massively superior cock. If only he knew how haphazard your drooly smile was, covered in streams of liquid on all sides. You tried to turn to look at him with that dumb grin, but he wasn't looking up. He couldn't get his eyes off that sweet ass of yours; leg day damn paid off. Enough to make him fuck in longer strokes, though still not to the pelvis, at least half his thirteen inches now inside you. The girth of his scrotum wasn't even hitting your body. You needed more.

So you teased him some. Upped the smile game. Gave that round ass a little jingle, but not too much. You had your free hand brought up to his wide snout. Now, this time he gave you the reigns, pulling into you as you offered your lips another try. As he took you in his kiss, he started bucking even harder, testing the tenacity of your so-called innocent hole. The pheromones vortexing between your kisses made you melted butter in his hands as the weight in your hips and thighs began to vibrate.

And it was just the thing he needed to get that dick pumping harder. Now he's up to about eight inches; that's hell of enough to get you driving wild. It was nearly in your gut as you gave into him harder, shaking your ass, your tongues intertwining as both your eyes closed down. Before you were just embarrassed; now, you were just a confident little slut, coding in every slippery motion that you were gonna take every inch of this-

FWIP!

_ Dammit!_ You lost traction on your raised leg, wobbling in place, until the rest of you toppled downward. All in a flash, you fumbled through the soapy ground, but to no avail, as your body then heaved to the side; though, before you could hit the wall. you felt his hefty grip latch onto your hips. Lifted up, still penetrated, your breath went wild with confusion. Fighting for words, you asked for answers, but as you naturally lifted up onto your toes, it was becoming all too clear.

"Somebody could've gotten hurt!" he announced. "Guess I should take control, instead."

He gave one last cocky laugh before he lunged forward on your body, dragging you in at the same time, bucking your entire body back and forth over his massive cock. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth stayed agape in shock and awe, your limp body merely a fleshlight for the slick dominator. Water flew off your fur in the rhythm of sex as you lost all control, your arms and legs completely useless to the rapid, merciless fucking. You didn't even think it was possible to be this submissive, but you loved it anyways, moaning and squirming through the pain and the intense pleasure that made up the joy ride that broke every rational brain cell left in your skull.

"Do you like this, you pathetic little fucktoy?" he growled playfully over the plaps of wet skin. "Do you like it when I stretch you out like this?"

Hell yeah you did. You loved it more than anything, and you made it known, screaming out "Yes! Yes!" incessantly like you were programmed for it. Moaning out of control, your hard penis whipped against your belly again and again, feeling warmer and harder itself by each and every passing second. Drips of water speckled either side of the tiny steam factory as your anus stretched, the giant pipe destroying your rectum, cannonball in the gut while cannonballs fired fireworks through your mind and left it to ashes. Nothing to grip onto. Nothing to stop him. You were even starting to get dizzy from his fuming, irresistible lust.

And in the next second, ropes of semen exploded out the tip of your dick. It was so rampant and fast that had it not been for your crazy loan moaning, he probably never would've noticed. But as he did, he slowed a bit down, penetrating you deep, and then out. In, and out.

"Aww, did the slut already cum?" he teased. "Not surprising. You looked like an easy twink from the moment you walked in. Now look at you. I can't wait to dump my fucking load in you."

He hooted in laughter, and instead of waiting for a response, he sped up the intense fuck just to spite you. You nodded viciously in approval between high pitched breaths of satisfaction.Your dick twitched with sensitivity, and your whole body writhed in pleasure with every delectable, ass-stretching thrust. The water off the shower nozzle was beginning to drown your senses; were you going numb, or did you really feel that much?

And it came in a storm as you felt your rectum fill up. White hot fluids overflowed through the tight cracks between your ass and his dick, spilling out onto his pelvis, streaking down your thighs to later run down the drain. As he filled you with cum, he grunted in pleasure, tightening his grip and giving mini-thrusts to revel in the pleasure of his ultimate release. The end of your stomach felt tight as he used you to your fullest, but as the fluids escaped your asshole, it started to subside again. By the end of it all, both of you were panting, his in a much lower tone as he continued to caress your slimy butt cheeks with both hands.

It went on for minutes, letting you both silently soak in the amazing afterglow. Even after all that time, you still felt the warmth of his semen overpower the heat of the shower. Then he drew a finger across your cheek; a snap following afterwards. You looked up to see him pointing towards a corner, right to a highly inundated washcloth laying in a crumple.

"Better clean us up," he said. "That's an order."

Your legs still felt shaky as you picked it up. Thankfully, the soap dish wasn't too far, so you lathered up the cloth. Then you walked back to him and placed it around his damp muscles, starting with his gooey pelvis, feeling every notch, cleaning out every last drop of cum as he played with your body, searching each other sexually like you hadn't just had the fuck of each other's lives moments ago.

"Hey," he grunted, seemingly frustrated. "Nice ass, by the way."

You both laughed, earnestly this time. Needless to say, you had a lot more fooling around to do before you collapsed into a wet, steamy, drunken embrace.

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He made you leave the bathroom first, waiting outside until he was done drying off. Your toes dug into the carpeted, light grey floors outside the door. When it opened, the door flew almost flamboyantly as Chad stood in the doorway. He glared at you with a hungry side eye, as he wrapped a single white towel around his waist.

"You're not a great medic," he said, "but you make a damn good hole."

As wrong as it was, you couldn't help but giggle at that, thanking him for the compliment. He lightly nudged your shoulder with his fist, ironically, a show of respect, himself. Your feelings were made a lot easier as he led you through the same path, back to the kitchen next to the den where all of this crazy shit had begun.

God damn, man, what's the time? The sky's beginning to dim, which is the shade of panic on your career. Maybe you could say there was traffic? Hell, though, time is money, and you were on a schedule. Better wrap this thing up. The next thing you said was that the medic services were going to cost him about thirty five dollars.

Sighing agitatedly like he didn't expect that, he walked out of sight to get his wallet from his room, then came back with the money you wanted in cash. You took that, thanked him, and instinctively put it in your pocket. You laughed at your mistake; that's not how things worked right now.

"Missing something important?" he teased. "Hey, I just gotta say, I really appreciated that. I figured I might as well give you one last hug before you go."

You accepted his offer with no hesitation and his shadow encased you, wrapping around you with his warmth. With pleasure, you hugged him back, melting as the toughness of his build revitalized your whole system. And as you stood there absorbing each other's body heat, you slid your hand further down the small of his back, like you were going to scratch his tail. Your fingers tickled the base of his tail, trickling down and down as a smile crept across your face. In one motion, you slipped your hand into the inside of his towel and pulled the notch, letting it flop to the ground, leaving Chad stark naked in the living room. Chad froze for a moment, then laughed, whipping his tail around to hit your left ass cheek.

"You never learn, do you?" he asked enthusiastically, pointing a finger in your face. "Maybe next time I'll get the leash so you can learn some fucking respect."

You giggled and sighed, but he didn't let go.

"Nah, that won't do it," he mused, "I've got a better idea."

He threw his arm around your shoulder, but you gasped and begged for mercy, 'cause if your asshole was any indication, this wasn't about to be some cute couple shit. Your legs moved on their own as he guided you back all the way towards the front door. You could feel the shame well up inside of you as you started to piece together what was going to happen next, His massive body blocked every exit as you became face to face with the brass door handle, your words frantic in a way to explain a way out of this, but it was already too late. The door flung open, and in the next motion, you were pushed out.

"Hope you got spare clothes back at Cantanka," Chad said, "or else you better be prepared to tell them all how much of a slut you were to me."

You gasped, asked if he was being unreasonable, but as he laughed at you back, it's obvious you walked straight the fuck into this. You covered your hands around your crotch as your nudity was now made public again. Even just looking at the neighborhood road was enough to get your adrenaline running. This wasn't arousal. This was _fear._You could already feel all the neighboring eyes as they taunted and teased you for being like this. It was too much to bear, but you swallowed your pride, ruffling your shoulders. It had to be done. You took your first step off the porch steps, nearly stumbling already.

"Hey!" the big croc called.

You turned around shyly. Chad had opened the front door, still glaring at you like a piece of fresh meat. He told you to "Catch," and you followed his orders in your open palm. It was your car keys. Attached it was a note, boasting a ten-digit phone number. Next thing he threw: his damp, white towel that flew in the air like a flag before it crumpled at your feet. Lastly, a plastic bag containing all the medical supplies you brought...except the case. You looked up to him in awe and gratitude. For the first time, his smile was genuine.

"I like you," he said.

And then he closed the door.

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