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The sun was setting when the black limousine pulled to a stop across the street from the dilapidated train station. In its heyday, Mehmet Station had been the jewel in Aghadi City's crown; it was once a bustling hub of culture, cuisine, art, travel, and commerce, once the biggest and most opulent entry point for the rest of the world into exotic lands, and once the first glimpse that foreign visitors caught of the vibrant desert metropolis. But now, as it was falling apart at the seams from decades of neglect, with every square inch of its surface coated with sand and dust, and plenty of graffiti littering its walls, Mehmet Station was nothing more than a forgotten relic of a bygone era.

The cobra naga in the back seat of the limo could see why the train station was now home to the Kalo Market. As the age of the train gave way to the age of air travel and innovation, Aghadi City had shifted its borders and districts; where Mehmet Station had once been the center of town, the disused transit hub was now on the outskirts, in the seedier Bassaya slums. Tourists would never come here to explore crumbling buildings or interact with beggars, locals kept to themselves and did their best not to incur the wrath of street gangs with their self-appointed authority, and the police turned a blind eye to all but the most heinous of crimes that happened within the neighborhood--if it was anything less than a triple homicide, there was little chance that law enforcement of any kind would appear.

Obviously, this was the part of town where you could participate in illicit activities, and nobody would care. In fact, most people would encourage you to break the law here.

Zyad Rahal, dressed only in his fitted white button-down and a crisp navy blue blazer, peered out the window of his limo, taking in the sight of Mehmet Station. The building looked like it had been condemned; the windows had been boarded, there were bricks that had fallen out of the mortar, and the roof looked partly burnt and about ready to cave in. And yet, derelict as the old train station appeared to be, Zyad observed no less than five top-of-the-line sports cars parked in front of it, as well as a continuous exchange of men who were ducking in and out past the ragged tarps that hung in the train station's keyhole arches. Zyad noted that most of the individuals he saw were dressed in ways that didn't call attention to themselves--some of them in suits, others in basic jeans and shirts, a few in robes--and they were clearly maintaining a code of privacy, as none of them were speaking to each other. While the men entering Mehmet Station brought nothing with them, every man who was exiting was carrying something in their hands, mostly cloth bags or packages wrapped in brown paper, or...

Zyad's scaly eyebrow ridges rose when he spotted a well-dressed hyena in his late 20s dragging a young tiger out of the building by his elbow. The tiger was a scrawny boy who couldn't have been older than 20, and he wore a tattered thawb, a stark contrast to the hyena's suit; the teen feline's face was twisted in an expression of pain, anger, and humiliation, yet he submissively stumbled along behind the hyena, who quickly stuffed the tiger into the back seat of his luxury sedan before speeding off into the dusk.

The naga grinned.

"Keep the engine running, I won't be long," he told his driver in English.

"Yes, Mister Rahal," the hare chauffeur replied obediently from the front of the vehicle.

Zyad uncoiled himself from the back seat as he opened the door and exited the limo. 15 feet long, thick-bodied, and covered in jet black scales (save for the yellow of his underbelly), the huge cobra naga was an imposing and impressive figure, even with his hood tucked in flat, as it was now. But hardly anyone paid attention to him as he emerged from his vehicle--the other men walking towards the train station kept their eyes down or pointedly looked away from him. To everyone else in the vicinity, the cobra was just another anonymous stranger who couldn't be described to inquiring authorities.

That was just the way that Zyad wanted it--judging by the other cars parked in front of the station, the 48-year-old naga figured that uber wealthy visitors like himself enjoyed the same cloak of privacy that every other man in Mehmet Station was afforded. For a place like the Kolo Market, the most important rule was the code of discretion: Zyad would tell nobody of who or what he saw here, and nobody else here would say that they saw him entering, meandering around, or buying anything while he was here.

The naga slithered across the cracked and sandy asphalt, the elongated, pale yellow scales of his underbelly gliding over the road. As he approached the train station, the din of voices within the building grew louder; he didn't know if this evening was particularly busier than usual, but it certainly sounded like there was a roaring trade going on at the market. He could hear people calling out prices and peddling their wares...and the occasional howl of pain and sob anguish, mixed with applause and gleeful whooping.

Zyad allowed a small group of newcomers to enter in front of him, before he soon pushed past the tarp hanging in the arched doorway of the train station.

Flood lights blazed down from the ceiling, brilliantly illuminating the interior of the building, which Zyad saw was a den of buzzing and hectic activity; where there had once been large shops and restaurants for travelers, the upper level of the station had been converted into a bazaar full of stalls that were crammed into nearly every available space. Below, the train platforms had been converted into auction stages, with trucks and vans parked on the unused tracks in between platforms to make loading and unloading goods easier. Zyad guessed that there were at least 400 men perusing the stalls and milling around the auction stages, window shopping and conducting transactions to buy the wares they had come for.

And the wares themselves...

Instead of a major travel hub for tourists and global businesses, Mehmet Station had become an infamous hub in the private sex trade thanks to the Kalo Market that had taken up residence inside of it. If you needed a group of prostitutes without identities, a collection of rare specialty toys, extreme body modifications for yourself or the slave you'd just purchased at an auction, or any other conceivable service rendered in the pursuit of carnal pleasure, the Kalo Market was the place to come.

Zyad was no stranger to markets like the Kalo Market--in his travels around the world (all thanks to the multinational conglomerate he owned and operated), he had visited similar operations, finding the underground lairs, abandoned warehouses, or the off-shore barges that hosted these illicit shopping venues and could cater to his more extreme tastes and proclivities. And yes, Zyad had made numerous purchases from those markets, building up his own collection of goods back home.

He could have brought one of his "toys" for entertainment with him for this particular trip. Really, he should have, considering he'd spent a solid week negotiating contracts and maintaining relationships with his stakeholders here in Aghadi City. Such intense, day-long meetings left the cobra naga pent up and needing to blow off a lot of steam by the time he returned to his hotel suite each evening, and he could feel himself getting more irate and easily frustrated with every passing day that he was working and not satisfying his more primal needs...but leaving his collection at home had been intentional.

He'd wanted to be pent up, horny beyond belief, and aggressive. He'd wanted this particular itch to build and build and build, until he could no longer put off a visit to the Kalo Market--somehow, the cobra naga got a special thrill out of being forced to satisfy his urges at their peak, and only after he'd finished his primary business of the week.

And so, here he was, just before his flight home, at the Kalo Market, looking for a souvenir of sorts to buy. And from the research he'd done, Zyad knew exactly where to go for the object of his desire.

Outwardly, the huge, black and yellow-scaled naga appeared perfectly calm. But inside, his heart was beating like a team of horses at full gallop with his arousal and excitement, and his dual cocks were pressing hard against his genital slit, already mostly engorged and aching to slip out--he mentally thanked himself for inserting his chastity plate device at the start of this trip. Denying himself the capability to pleasure himself for the week had kept Zyad focused on his business needs, but he'd become so painfully horny as a result of his self-imposed chastity. And now the slightly concave wedge of metal currently stuffed in his genital slit was the only thing preventing him from sporting two large erections for everyone to see.

Having taken in the scenery and gotten his bearings, Zyad began to slither through the crowds, easily cutting a path in between his fellow shoppers. Many of them stepped out of his way, not wanting to get knocked over by the 15-foot long serpent.

As he slithered along and wove his way through the bazaar towards the train platforms, Zyad's gaze slid over his peers at the market. Closer towards the entrance, he saw vendors and hawkers with more standard fare. There were stalls full of dildos, urethral sounding rods, chastity devices, rubber and leather garments, and plenty of impact toys like whips, paddles, and floggers. Other vendors had set up breeding mounts, slings, and fuck benches that potential patrons could try before buying--a stall farther ahead featured a line of glory holes with muzzles and asses sticking out of them, ready and hungry for horny customers to fill them with their seed. And farther still, Zyad passed by stalls where patrons were getting themselves or their slaves tattooed, pierced, tagged, branded, and even micro-chipped.

The farther along the naga progressed into Mehmet Station and towards the train platforms, the kinkier the stalls became. Soon he came upon a stretch of shops where he saw vendors demonstrating hypnosis amulets, showcasing the pillories, stockades, rubber suits, and sarcophagi that they had locked their "assistants" into, and displaying their whipping and rope-tying skills for eager shoppers. One stall offered slaves already tied up with beautiful shibari rigging and hanging from the ceiling like exotic chandeliers, and at another Zyad saw a vendor dripping hot wax over a client while a crowd of onlookers watched and ogled the show. A few stalls offered just straight-up sex, with men fucking each other in front of the public, for all to see. Other stalls featured micros strapped to kebab sticks and floating in refreshing drinks for hungry customers to chow on and slurp up; one especially large stall housed a massive, 40-foot tall dragon who sat on a throne and allowed customers in line to worship his oversized feet, testicles, and cock while he pleasured more of his patrons with his giant fingers, tail, and tongue.

Zyad went on, making his way toward the train platforms where the auctions were being held. However, the final stretch of the bazaar was home to the truly spicy stalls. Among the vendors here, Zyad slithered by a stall that featured a line of six full-grown draft horses chained together, with catheters lodged in their urethras; the vendor, a wolf, had connected each catheter to a beer tap, and was dispensing pints of horse piss to his thirsty customers. At another stall, Zyad witnessed a feral mastiff aggressively humping a male slave, a kangaroo in his early 20s, for the entertainment of a group of spectators.

"Oh! Oh, he's knotted! Aaaahngh!" the kangaroo yelped and moaned as the crowd cheered while the mastiff roughly tied with the young man.

A stall farther on featured the proprietor using an extreme stretching device on a badger slave's ass, expanding the man's sphincter wide enough to take multiple fists; the stall next door, however, was run by a beefy lion in an executioner's hood. A wolverine in a suit stood by, watching intently as the lion raised his ax above the cougar who knelt on the ground before the chopping block. The cougar was completely naked, his cock erect while he willingly extended his neck over the top of the wooden block--

THWUNK!

The lion heavily swung his ax, cleanly cleaving the cougar's head from his neck and burying the blade in the chopping block. The beheaded corpse slumped, the cougar's penis spasming as it ejaculated for the last time, while the feline's head tumbled into a basket.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Zyad heard the wolverine say to the lion in Arabic.

The naga moved on, continuing to glance at the stalls as he made his way farther in the station towards the stairs. He paused for a moment by a stall that was apparently run by a surgeon; behind a transparent, sterile barrier, Zyad and other spectators could see that the iguana medical practitioner was in the middle of configuring a new set of reproductive organs for a cuntboy. The boy on the operating table--a rat in his late teens--was unconscious, anesthetized, while the surgeon set his new vagina in place.

At another stall, a burly brown bear was in the process of consuming an otter, swallowing the man whole; the otter struggled feebly as the bear kept swallowing, incrementally gulping his victim down his gullet before sending him to his stomach.

The cobra naga kept moving, passing by more stalls that provided other executions and snuffings, castrations, penectomies, prostate removals, sex reassignments, prosthetic implants, and just about any other body modification or service one could imagine...and then, a final stall of note that Zyad slithered by: A butcher's shop. A huge and portly boar, wearing nothing but his apron, was in the process of carving up a young fox who had already been decapitated and relieved of his legs and arms. Judging by the lithe torso and the youth still present in the boy's facial features (as his head was sitting on the countertop next to the boar's workstation), Zyad guessed that the fox couldn't have been younger than 18 when he'd been slaughtered. The large ursine was currently chopping off the boy's fingers from his disembodied limb, and Zyad could see that the young teen's genitals had been neatly sliced off and were chilling in a bowl of ice, behind a sign that read "Fresh Offcuts, 30A£/lb".

Zyad imagined that the boar would have no trouble at all selling off such fresh meat at a place like the Kolo Market--the naga even briefly entertained the idea of stopping by to purchase the whole package that the butcher was advertising. But he refrained--he wanted to get his souvenir first, and then he'd need to stop by all the other stalls that he had mentally noted as needing to visit. Then if he was feeling especially hungry, he could make his way back to the butcher for a snack...then again, he could make a stop by the butcher a part of his priority list...

Zyad smirked, putting the pieces of his idea together, as he passed the butcher by and at last slithered through the gate and down the stairs that led to the train platforms.

Scores of men were scurrying by, hurrying to the five separate platforms. There were no trains to catch, but instead auctions to participate in and hot commodities to bid on. Zyad joined the active throng, weaving from side to side to move around his fellow shoppers, as he made a beeline for Platform 4, which, thanks to his research, was where he knew he would find the souvenir he was after.

It seemed about a quarter of the men here were diverting to Platforms 1 and 2. Platform 1 was for low-quality trafficking--previously-used slaves, or those who had health problems or physical disabilities, were put up for sale for a bargain. Platform 2 was for the high-quality, older adult slaves; anyone older than 25 who had either willingly put themselves into slavery, been abducted by "recruiters" from around the globe, or been forced into servitude to pay off their debts ended up for sale there.

There was an equally healthy flow of patrons heading for Platform 3, which hosted auctions that catered to those with more bestial tastes--feral dogs and wolves, horses and donkeys, drakes, gryphons, snakes, and other creatures were in ready supply there. As Zyad passed the entrance gate for Platform 3, he heard raucous applause at the conclusion of another successful sale.

The stages on Platform 5 were for auctioneers to sell specific services and handcrafted material goods. Customers could place their bids for time with a dom or sub, contractors to commit even the most heinous of acts, and artisan toys, slings, garments, and other paraphernalia. While there wasn't much foot traffic for Platform 5, there was still a decent portion of the crowd heading for it.

But Zyad, like so many others, was going directly for Platform 4. His cocks throbbed almost painfully against the chastity plate in his genital slit as he drew near the entrance gate--he was so close to his destination.

It was here where slaves between the ages of 18 and 25 were auctioned off. These were the slaves for those who craved especially young flesh, the particularly supple vitality of freshly legal youth. Some of the teenage offerings were runaways, their slightly older compatriots aimless youths with nowhere else to go, and many of them were simply naive young adults who happened to "fall in with a bad crowd and find their way here." Most of them, however, had been abducted, plain and simple. They were the cute and still-innocent faces that had parents who still worried about them, the ones who went missing while they were hanging out with friends or going out on their own--while there were predators out there who kept their prey for themselves, many of them found a way to funnel their prizes directly to the Kalo Market for a steep profit, where men like Zyad could purchase them without having to do the hard work of finding and catching the young adults themselves.

Zyad, along with a few dozen other men, followed the signs that had been erected on the platform; the auctions for Stage 1 had already concluded for the evening, and there was a closed auction in progress already at Stage 2. Stage 3, however, had an open auction that had just begun, and Zyad proceeded past the first two stages on the platform...until he reached Stage 3 and took a position five rows back from the dais.

There, on the raised, wooden stage, Zyad saw three individuals. First was the auctioneer, a muscular and bulky ram with impressive curled horns, who stood behind his podium, fielding bids on the current lot and holding a gavel at the ready. Then there was the current lot in question: a black bear, a boy who couldn't have been older than 19--he wore only a pair of white briefs, a gag over his muzzle, a collar around his neck, and presumably either ropes or a set of shackles around his wrists, based on the fact that his hands were behind his back. Zyad saw that his collar was clipped to a chain leash, which was held by the other adult on the stage: a bull who looked like he spent every waking moment in the gym. Obviously the hired muscle was strong enough to ensure that every boy who came onto the stage would stay there until they were sold.

"I have 800 pounds, do I have 850?" the ram called in Arabic to the assembled crowd in front of him.

A hand went up, a tiger in a nondescript shirt and jeans placing the latest bid.

"850, do I have 900?"

Another hand went up, a skunk in a robe countering the tiger.

"900 pounds, do I have 950?" the ram asked.

The tiger raised his hand again.

"950, 950, do I have 1,000 pounds? 1,000 pounds?" The ram directed his attention to the skunk, who shook his head. "1,000 pounds, going once...twice...and sold!" The ram banged his gavel on the podium before he continued, "For 950 pounds to our friend in the black shirt."

Zyad saw the tiger grin triumphantly as he pushed towards the stage while the rest of the crowd clapped--the bull on the stage, in the meantime, pulled the bear to the far side of the dais to meet an elk, who had dragged a young, scrawny, brown rabbit along with him. The rabbit was dressed exactly the same as the bear, in just a pair of white briefs, a collar around his neck, a gag covering his mouth and preventing him from speaking, and his arms restrained behind his back.

The bull traded captives with the canine, swapping the bear for the slightly older rabbit, and the elk pulled the bear away to meet his new owner and complete the transaction. Zyad's gaze returned to the bull now, who had brought the rabbit to the center of the stage as the ram started the proceedings anew. The rabbit's eyes were angry, narrow slits of rage, but the bull kept a tight grip on his leash, preventing him from running off.

"Up next, Lot 3, a feisty little rabbit all the way from Port Bella," the ram announced. "He's wiry, flexible, and has plenty of energy; as you can see, he's just starting to get some muscle, so you can use him for all kinds of labor when he's not worshiping you. He's a Grade B virgin--been fucked twice, never fucked anyone else, but like all the other lots on offer this evening, he's been cleaned out, so he's ready for you to use as soon as possible. And he's just turned 21."

The crowd murmured fervently among themselves--Zyad, however, scowled and sighed. No, the rabbit wasn't what he was looking for. He'd have to be patient and wait...he wanted something younger, something cuter, something that just looked innocent and sweet and would be perfect to break in...the rabbit on the stage now didn't fit his criteria at all.

"We'll start the bidding at 500 pounds, do I have 500?" the ram began.

"700!" a fossa called from two rows behind Zyad.

"700 pounds, do I have 750?" the ram prompted in reply.

A deer raised his hand.

"750, I have 750, do I have 800?"

The fossa raised his hand, staying in the competition.

"800, do I have 850?"

"950!" the deer called back.

"950, do I have 1,000 pounds?" the ram asked.

The fossa was clearly determined to have the rabbit, as he raised his hand again.

"1,000 pounds, 1,000 pounds, do I have 1,050?"

"1,200!"

Zyad glanced at the man who had joined the bidding war--a panda in a suit had placed the latest bid.

"1,200 pounds, do I have 1,250?" the ram prompted.

The deer shook his head, but the fossa raised his hand.

"1,250, do I have 1,300?"

"1,400," the panda called calmly.

"1,400 pounds, do I have 1,450?" the ram asked.

The fossa, sullen and defeated, shook his head.

"Sold!" The ram banged his gavel to close the sale. "To our friend in the suit, for 1,400 pounds! Please come collect your new purchase at the back of the stage," he said while the rest of the crowd applauded the panda, who ambled forward.

Zyad watched the auction continue--the next five lots came and went, all of them youths in their early 20s, and none of them fitting what he was looking for. The otter was too lean and slender for his taste, the twin jaguars clearly too boisterous, the Labrador too burly, and Zyad already had a horse and a lynx at home. The cobra wanted something new, something that sparked his desire, lust, curiosity, and some twisted semblance of paternal affection combined with his sadistic and perverted craving to corrupt a young innocent...

And then, at last, Zyad's heart leapt and his twin cocks throbbed in the tight confines of his genital sheath as he saw the bull bring the next lot on stage.

The short, stocky, pudgy Rottweiler was clearly just in the beginning stages of adulthood, not rid of his puppy fat quite yet, but just starting to exhibit the more defined features of his age, with hints of muscle within his more burly physique. His thicker build stretched his briefs, the solid bulge of his crotch was beautifully alluring as it filled out the garment he wore, and his caramel-furred, plump belly just barely hung over the waistband of his underwear, while his pillowy pectorals looked delightfully grabbable and squeezable. The teen's almond-shaped, light brown eyes were wide and gleaming with terror, his whole body trembled, and his undocked tail was tucked tightly between his legs.

Zyad practically melted. This poor, petrified, and stunningly gorgeous boy was pushing every button for him, so much so that his whole body quivered with a primal and predatory hunger.

And apparently, the cobra wasn't alone in his lust for the latest lot to come onstage--several pleased groans and gasps arose from the crowd.

The ram snickered. "I'm glad you seem to like our next lot--we hoped he'd interest you! Introducing Lot 9, an 18-year-old Rottweiler from Vallenosta. At five and a half feet tall, he's a little short, but who could resist having a pocket-sized pup like this? A certified Grade A-plus virgin, he's never been fucked or fucked anyone else. Bit of a late bloomer, but that might make him more fun for those of you who want to pop both cherries for this pup."

The crowd laughed, although Zyad could smell the adrenaline on the air through the levity--it was the calm before the storm, and he tensed, ready for the bidding to begin in earnest. Money was no object to him...but then again, he would likely be competing against buyers just like him, with virtually bottomless bank accounts.

"Now, because this boy does classify as a top-ticket item, the bidding will open at 2,000 pounds, and increase in increments of 500. And remember, all funds must be payable upon close of the sale--if you win and can't pay, he goes to the next-highest bidder automatically," the ram noted. "Any questions?"

The crowd rumbled its assent to the bidding conditions.

"Splendid...now, do I have 2,000 pounds?" the ram began.

Zyad held his tongue and kept his hand down--he knew someone else was going to bid double the price immediately, and he didn't want to expose his interest just yet or make himself appear desperate unless necessary.

"4,000!"

The cobra smugly grinned and nodded to himself--there was an elephant, right on cue, who had just doubled the price right out the gate.

"4,000, I have 4,000, do I have 4,500?" the ram asked.

"5,500!" a polar bear called.

"5,500, do I have 6,000?"

The elephant raised his hand.

"6,000, I have 6,000, do I have 6,500?"

"7,000!" a leopard responded.

"7,000, do I have 7,500?"

The polar bear raised his hand.

"7,500, do I have 8,000?"

Back to the leopard.

"8,000, do I--"

"10,000!"

The crowd groaned while Zyad smirked and glanced over at the man who had just pushed the auction into five digits and forced the majority of buyers to drop out--it was the skunk who had earlier bid on the bear. Ah, it seemed he just wanted to drive up the price of that lot without actually intending to win the auction, but now he was playing for real. Well, Zyad was ready, too, And he wasn't about to leave empty-handed.

"10,000! I have 10,000 pounds," the ram repeated. "Do I have 10,500?"

"11,000!" Zyad called out in Arabic at last.

A few members of the crowd grunted in surprise. Out of the corner of his eye, Zyad saw the skunk look over at him, and the cobra gave him a polite wave.

The ram chuckled. "Hehe, 11,000 from the man in the blue blazer. Do I have 11,500?"

The skunk in the robe raised his hand.

"11,500 from our friend in the thawb, do I have 12,000?"

Zyad raised his hand in reply.

"12,000, 12,000, do I have 12,500?"

"14,000," the skunk said confidently.

"15,500," Zyad countered directly without waiting for the auctioneer to prompt him.

"16,000," the skunk replied.

Zyad strategically paused, allowing the ram to lead the proceedings once more.

"16,000, I have 16,000, do I have 16,500?" the ram asked.

Zyad pursed his lips. He considered flaring his hood for dramatic effect, but counseled himself against it; he was drawing enough attention already just by participating in the real part of this auction now. Besides, he wanted the skunk--and any other competition--to believe that he would be the highest bidder; he needed to project calm confidence, not angry desperation. In Zyad's mind, it was already a certainty that the frightened and adorable little pup on the stage was coming home with him; the cobra just needed to make everyone else believe it, too.

"20,000," Zyad said indifferently, sounding as casual as a man placing a breakfast order.

Impressed murmurs and shocked musings undulated through the crowd.

"20,000 pounds...do I have 20,500?" the ram asked, pointing the end of his gavel at the skunk.

Zyad glared coolly at the skunk, who in turn kept his gaze fixed on the stage--the cobra was silently daring his competitor to make another bid, mutely begging him to give him another chance to show just how badly he could beat the man...

But the skunk shook his head.

"20,000, going once...going twice..."

Zyad's heart thumped powerfully in his chest. The ram's pause lasted an eternity, before--

"Sold!" The auctioneer banged his gavel on the podium, making the Rottweiler pup flinch while the crowd applauded enthusiastically. "To the man in the blue blazer! Please come collect your new purchase at the back of the stage!"

Zyad caught the skunk's eye and nodded in respectful acknowledgement; the skunk returned the gesture and smiled thinly at the cobra, begrudgingly but gracefully accepting the serpent's victory. Zyad then made his way to the backside of the dais while the next lot--a young panther --was brought onstage and his Rottweiler was bundled off.

A few men clapped their hands on Zyad's shoulders in congratulations as he slithered past them, and as he drew nearer to the stage, his hood began to rise from the sides of his head and neck, not in aggression, but simply in excitement. By the time he circled around to the back of the stage, the cobra's hood was halfway spread, his heart was in his throat, and his twin cocks were straining even harder against the metal chastity plate concealed in his genital slit. He was eager, ready to come face to face with his newly-acquired souvenir.

Behind the stage, Zyad joined up with the elk who had been assisting with bringing the lots on and off the dais, as well as the ferret accountant who was in charge of handling the transactions. The ferret stood beside a kiosk, his tablet device and card scanner at the ready while the elk hovered behind him, holding a small box under one arm and using his other hand to keep the Rottweiler on a short leash next to him--until Zyad's money cleared and was safely in the anonymous seller's account, the boy was still officially their property and in the custody of the Kolo Market.

As for the Rottweiler himself, he was nervously trembling and glued to his spot in fear. Now that Zyad was only a few feet away from his new purchase, he saw that the canine's briefs bore the faint outline of a stain that emanated from the boy's crotch and spread down to the sides of the bulge of his underwear--evidently he had pissed himself at least once. Zyad couldn't blame the poor boy for having such a reaction to being kidnapped, taken away from his home, surrounded by dangerous men who openly lusted after him and talked about what a price his ass would fetch, and then sold to a complete stranger. And yet, the fact that the teenaged boy had wet himself out of fear made him even cuter in Zyad's eyes.

Even though he was quaking from nerves, the Rottweiler had enough sense about him to gaze up pleadingly at Zyad, silently begging the snake not to hurt him.

Zyad smiled as warmly as he could at the pup, actively conveying, "I'm here, you're safe with me" with his body language to put the boy more at ease around him, to entice the 18 year-old to come with him more willingly once his business was concluded. Of course the boy wouldn't be safe at all with the cobra, but there was no need to blatantly advertise that fact right from the start. At Zyad's hands, the pup would know pain, he would know humiliation and submission, and he would know suffering...yet he would be well taken care of, and he would also know the greatest pleasure of his life in the snake's service.

But first Zyad had to actually pay for the boy.

"Congratulations again, sir," the ferret said in Arabic as Zyad drew up to his kiosk.

"Thank you--it's not often I come across such fine merchandise, I just couldn't let him go to someone else," Zyad replied in the same tongue as he withdrew his wallet from his breast pocket.

"I think you'll enjoy him very much. He's one of the best little pieces of ass I've seen pass through here in a long time," the ferret said. He coughed and cleared his throat before getting down to business. "So, will this be a personal transaction or do you have an expense account for it?"

"Expense account," Zyad answered. His wallet in hand, he opened the billfold and picked out the laminated card he needed.

"Okay. And--ah, this will be a wire transfer?" the ferret asked as Zyad handed him the card. Instead of a debit or credit card, the cobra had provided a simple, laminated business card printed with an account number, routing number, and mailing address--it was the information for the offshore bank account that Zyad had linked to OphioPhage Enterprises, a dummy corporation he had created long ago to handle these particular transactions.

"Correct," Zyad confirmed.

"Alright, if you'll give me a moment to set that up..." The ferret trailed off as he entered Zyad's financial information on his tablet--he was silent as he double checked the account number and routing number, and then looked up at Zyad again. "And do I have your authorization to run a fund verification?"

"You do," the serpent replied easily.

While the ferret ensured that Zyad's account could actually pay for the transaction, Zyad's gaze slid over to the Rottweiler again. He smiled serenely once more at the boy and winked, as if to say, "Don't worry, pal, we're going to have fun soon", before he addressed the elk who was holding the pup's leash. "How fresh is he?"

The elk paused, confused for a moment. "Huh? Oh, you mean how recently did he get grabbed?"

Zyad nodded.

"I think about two weeks ago--one of our guys picked him up from a soccer match and held him for a week while the authorities were looking for him," the elk explained. "Didn't want to send him out right away, you know..."

"Of course, they'd be looking for any suspicious transit activity during that time," Zyad supplied, understanding what the elk meant.

"Right. And then he got shipped here, spent a week in processing, and now he's all yours."

"I see...and what languages does he speak? I'm assuming Spanish?" Zyad asked.

The elk nodded. "Our man in Vallenosta got a copy of his school records from a buddy of his in the police--he's fluent in English and knows a little Mandarin."

"Ah, so el niño is muy inteligente, huh?" Zyad asked, throwing in a mix of Spanish for the Rottweiler's benefit. A polyglot himself, the cobra was pleased that the boy would be able to understand him in two of the languages he was fluent in. And it was a further good sign that the youngster immediately looked up at Zyad with a flicker of hope in his fearful eyes when he heard the snatches of a familiar tongue.

"Heh, very! Although he doesn't have a ton of common sense when it comes to following orders," the elk admitted. "I had to spell out how he needed to show us his ass a couple times when we were processing him."

Zyad waved a dismissive hand as he replied in Arabic. "Ah, that's alright; kid's afraid, he'd probably be a little confused with having his whole world turned upside down." He addressed the Rottweiler directly in Spanish as he continued, "But I'll take some time to help you learn how to do things right, don't you worry."

The helpless Rottweiler looked like he was about to cry, his eyes wide and welling up as he kept on trembling.

Zyad was about to keep talking to the boy, but the ferret accountant spoke up first.

"Alright, your funds check out, and we're ready for the wire transfer. Do I have your authorization to move 20,000 Aghadi pounds from your account?"

"So given," Zyad replied, switching back to Arabic.

"Initiating...and...done!" The ferret smiled as he handed Zyad's laminated bank card back to the cobra. "It's a pleasure doing business with you and OphioPhage Enterprises, sir."

"The pleasure is all mine," Zyad said casually, stowing his wallet in his blazer's breast pocket again. It wasn't even a real blip on his radar to be shelling out 20,000 Aghadi pounds--that was just a drop in the ocean of his bank account, and he'd make up five times that amount of money in less than an hour thanks to his legitimate business ventures. "Now, I believe you have something that belongs to me?"

The ferret stepped aside, allowing the elk behind him to come forward and bring the Rottweiler with him.

"How would you like his collar and hands?" the large cervine asked.

"Hmm...collar on, hands free, please," Zyad requested.

The elk nodded. He set the box under his arm on the accountant's kiosk before he withdrew a switchblade from his pocket; the elk bent down for access to the boy's wrists, and he sliced through the bonds that had kept his arms restrained behind his back. Zyad saw the thin but durable plastic zip ties fall to the ground, and the Rottweiler's arms hung free now. The elk stowed his pocket knife again, and then from the box he pulled out an old and patchy thawb, similar to the one that Zyad had seen on the young tiger he'd observed exiting the station with the hyena earlier that evening.

The Rottweiler was too afraid--or possibly too exhausted and downbeat--to resist as the elk tugged the thawb over his head, and he dejectedly pushed his arms through the long sleeves. The garment was a few sizes too big for the young man, and even though the canine was of a huskier build, the thawb hung loosely around him, like he was wearing a set of free-hanging drapes.

After pulling the chain leash through the top of the thawb, the elk passed the handle over to Zyad--the handle had a small key attached to it, which Zyad figured was for locking and unlocking the collar around the Rottweiler's neck.

"Alright, he's all yours."

Zyad grinned and nodded in acknowledgment as he took the leash, although inwardly he was whooping in exuberant glee; the boy was finally his! He was going to satisfy his urges at last and have some fun at the end of this long, tedious trip, and he was going to enjoy himself and his pup to the fullest before his flight home.

Containing his delight, though, the cobra calmly said, "Thank you kindly, gentlemen...best of luck with the rest of the auction." He tugged on the Rottweiler's leash as he commanded in flawless Spanish, "Come along, now, chiquillo...let's get moving..."

Coaxed by the serpent's outwardly friendly demeanor and the fact that he could understand the man holding his leash, the Rottweiler willingly walked beside Zyad, keeping close enough to the naga's slithering body to give his chain leash some slack. Zyad smiled, pleased that the still-gagged teenager was keeping up with him rather than having to be forcibly dragged, while he led the Rottweiler away from the auction stage and along the train platform.

The cobra and the canine skirted past the rest of the crowds gathered around the stages. As they went, Zyad noticed that more than a few pairs of eyes were watching him and his purchase--the cobra raised his hood higher, flaring his black, scaled cowl, sending the implicit message of "stay back, he's mine". Not a soul approached, nor did anyone call out their congratulations, deterred by Zyad's display.

The two of them made for the stairs that led up to the main concourse of the train station. The Rottweiler obediently climbed the flights of steps as Zyad glided up, the snake's powerful, undulating muscles propelling him forward, and soon they had reached the upper level; Zyad guided his charge to a nook in between stalls, moving out of the major thoroughfare, and he settled down lower in his coils until he was eye-level with the Rottweiler. As he did so, he tucked his hood back in so he wouldn't appear quite as threatening.

"Now, let's get a good look at you, sweet boy," Zyad hissed softly, continuing to speak in Spanish and trying to sound charming. He reached up towards the pup's face--

The Rottweiler whimpered through his gag and flinched.

Zyad smiled and slowly raised his hands in a gesture to show he meant no harm.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," he murmured.

The canine stayed still, but his eyes were still wide with terror.

"Can I take your gag off?" Zyad asked--not that he really needed to ask for permission, but he wanted to get the boy's trust for at least a little while.

The Rottweiler hesitated...then nodded.

Slowly now, Zyad moved his hands again, reaching for the gag around the canine's muzzle. He untied the scrap of cloth and pulled out the wad of fabric that had been shoved into the boy's mouth, and he dropped them both to the ground. Zyad's heart melted even further while his twin cocks pounded even harder in his genital slit at the sight of the boy's mug; now unencumbered by the gag, the pup was beyond adorable. Even though his features were well-suited for intimidation, and there was sadness and fear etched into every inch of his face, his short muzzle, big nose, expressive lips and eyebrows, and severely pinchable cheeks just made the Rottweiler too cute for his own good in Zyad's eyes.

"Aw, there now...just look at you," Zyad mused. He tenderly, but firmly, held a finger under the Rottweiler's chin and grinned as he turned the young man's head from side to side, taking a long, indulgent gander at the teen's face and muzzle. "You're such a good looking boy...I bet your parents told you you're handsome all the time, huh?"

The Rottweiler nodded uncertainly...before he spoke in his native Spanish, his voice shaking and full of anxiety. "Yeah...I w-wanna see them again...I-I wanna go h-hooome..."

"Sssh, hush now, it's okay," the cobra gently crooned; he affectionately rubbed the boy's cheek with his thumb, just below the pup's eye which was glistening with the start of a tear. The fact that he was this emotional told Zyad that this young man had an extremely sensitive disposition, the kind that could endear him to even the most hardened of criminals. And that made him all the more perfect for the cobra.. "This is your life now, and I'm going to take you home with me...you'll be very comfortable and happy, I promise."

"B-but...please..." the pup whimpered.

The serpent just smiled softly--nearly every boy he'd bought had been like this, sad and homesick, and still riding the high of adrenaline and fear from having been abducted. It was to be expected...and Zyad had found it to be the perfect opportunity to position himself as his boys' safe harbor and get them to trust him even more. Of course, that would be right before he put them through agonizing pain and humiliation, but that was a part of the routine he had cultivated--earn a boy's confidence, and then betray it and relish the anguish and despair on their faces as he violated them before corrupting them completely in his special little way...

Zyad's mouth was already watering at the prospect of doing his routine with this particular boy, but he kept his tone light and friendly as he spoke.

"Your parents would want you to be brave, wouldn't they?" he asked, using one of his frequent openers for getting a boy to trust him.

The Rottweiler nodded. "Y-yeah."

"And you've been so brave, being in this strange place with all these strange people doing a lot of scary things," Zyad continued. "I can imagine how badly you want to go home to your parents after everything you've been through...your mom and dad would be proud of you, you know."

The Rottweiler looked at Zyad curiously, as if silently asking the cobra for confirmation.

Zyad nodded earnestly before he continued, "And I'm proud of you, too, for what it's worth. I saw you and I thought, 'wow, what a handsome and brave guy'! I'm going to take you away from this place, though. I'm going to get you out of here, you'll never have to come back here again, and everything is going to be alright."

The Rottweiler's eyebrows rose, hopeful. "You promise? And you're not going to do anything...bad, to me?"

"I promise, and I'm not going to hurt you," Zyad said, his tone hushed and sincere even though he was lying through his teeth. "I'm here to help you. That's why I paid so much for you--I saw you and just knew I had to get you out of here. You can believe in me, always."

A small smile began to form on the Rottweiler's lips, and as he sniffed, Zyad caught the hint of movement under the boy's thawb as his tail began to slightly untuck itself from between his legs.

"Okay...thanks," the canine muttered, his voice sounding a little more confident and steady now.

The cobra grinned, keeping up his friendly guise. "You've got it, buddy...ah, you know, before we get moving, I just realized I don't even know your name. I'm Zyad, what's yours?"

The boy managed another smile as he replied, "Tino."

Zyad extended a hand as he said, "Well, nice to meet you, Tino."

"You too...Zyad," Tino returned as he put his paw in Zyad's and shook.

The cobra continued shaking the boy's hand for a moment longer, simply giving Tino a little more time to feel at ease around him, before he released his hold and suggested, "You know, I could take that collar off of you, if it would make you feel better? And we can just hold hands so we stay close instead and don't get separated."

Tino's eyes sparkled, this time with the beginnings of hope. "Oh, yeah, that'd be great! Please, it's pretty tight..."

Zyad motioned for Tino to turn around, and the boy immediately obeyed before he held still to give the naga access to the lock on his collar. Zyad fitted the key attached to the leash handle into the small padlock--as he did so, he allowed himself a moment to ogle Tino's backside. Even though the loose thawb hid most of the boy's body, Zyad could imagine the plump pair of cheeks filling out Tino's briefs, the stocky legs that supported him, the back that was developing the additional musculature of his age, and the long, undocked, black-furred tail that hung limply behind him.

Being so close to the boy, Zyad could also taste Tino's scent on the air; he smelled of stale urine, the remnants of adrenaline, sweat, musk...the faint yeastiness of beer that someone must have dumped on him...and the light pungence that could only be testosterone. They were all flavors that made the snake salivate, but that last taste in particular, the taste of his young manhood, was one that Zyad wanted to preserve for as long as possible, to savor for years to come...without letting the boy remain potent. He couldn't be allowed to produce anymore testosterone, he was perfect as he was right now. And Zyad knew exactly what had to be done to guarantee the Rottweiler's impotence and ensure the boy understood his place as the serpent's property. Plus, Tino would look cute as hell without his hefty nuts weighing him down...he just needed the boy to trust him as far as the first stall he would take him to.

And so, he unlocked the pudgy Rottweiler's collar.

"There we go," Zyad said as he pulled the loose collar away from Tino's neck.

The boy rubbed his throat, feeling his fur and freedom as if for the first time...before he sighed and turned around to face Zyad again, grateful and happy. "Thank you! That feels so much better."

"Good, I want to make sure you're comfortable," Zyad said. He continued to hold onto the leash and collar, just in case he'd still need them, before he rose up on his coils again--he had been at five and a half feet tall to stay at eye level with Tino, and now he was once again at his preferred height of 6'10", practically towering over the boy. "Shall we?" he asked, offering his free hand to Tino.

The young man immediately grabbed Zyad's scaly hand, and the two set off from their nook, rejoining the rest of the bazaar.

"Nice and easy...just keep up with me and you'll be fine," the cobra advised as Tino hurried to match his pace--even though Zyad was moving at a languid slither, the Rottweiler's stocky and short legs meant he had to actively power-walk to avoid letting his hand slip out of the naga's grip.

"Yeah...wish I wasn't so short," Tino said while he walked alongside the cobra.

Zyad chuckled genially. "Oh, you're perfect, don't you worry..." He trailed off, preferring to keep the rest of his sentence as just a thought in his mind: "Yes, you're the perfect height for me to utterly dominate--I'm going to make you drink so much cum and fuck you so much that you'll never thing about how short you are again, you cute, burly boy."

However, Zyad continued aloud with, "Now, we'll get out of here soon, but there are just a few stops we need to make first."

"Stops?"

"Yes...I have a little more business to conduct here...and I actually need your help with it," Zyad went on, leading the unsuspecting Rottweiler toward the butcher's stall he had passed on the way to the train platforms.

"What do you need me to do?" Tino asked, keeping his eyes on Zyad.

"To be good and cooperate," the cobra replied cryptically, now being just a little more forceful with how he was leading the Rottweiler.

"I...oh, what are we...um..." Tino gulped and trailed off nervously as he at last caught sight of the butcher's stall.

The boar behind the counter was sharpening his knives, having finished processing the young fox he was working on earlier; there were now sausage links, organs, ground meat patties, and slabs of red marbled muscle skillfully sliced into steaks, cutlets, and medallions, all sitting under the protective glass barrier and tastefully displayed, while the fox's head had been mounted on a pike above the meat case. Zyad scanned the stall and found that the vulpine's penis and testicles were nowhere to be seen, presumably having already been sold--he mentally chided himself for not having purchased them while he could, but he knew that losing out on those sweet treats had been worth the souvenir he'd won at the auction.

The boar looked up from his knives at the approaching duo, and grinned as the cobra naga settled up in front of his stall with the Rottweiler in tow.

"My friends, welcome! What can I do for you?" the butcher boomed enthusiastically in his native Arabic, his voice deep and thick with the local accent. "Need fresh meat ready to go, or can I process this little morsel for you?" he added with a nod at Tino, whose eyes were wide as he took in the sight of the stall.

"Thank you for offering, but I wanted to see if you could provide a couple other services for me," Zyad replied just as amiably while he kept a tight grip on the young Rottweiler's hand--he could feel the boy's paw threatening to pull away now, but the cobra's powerful mitt held him in place.

"Hey, if you need a knife, Amin can provide!" the boar, Amin, boasted with a grin. "What do you have in mind, my friend?"

"Docking and neutering."

Out of the corner of his eye, Zyad could tell Tino was looking up at him questioningly--the boy couldn't follow the exchange that was happening in Arabic, which suited Zyad just fine. In fact, Zyad almost shivered in excitement at the prospect of seeing the surprise and shock on the little pup's face when he learned his fate.

Amin chuckled. "Hehe, those I can do! Bring the little man around and show me what I'm working with."

Zyad nodded and began to lead the clueless boy around to the side of the stall.

"Are...are you buying something from him?" Tino asked Zyad in Spanish.

"In a manner of speaking--I'm not buying any meat from him, but I'm buying his services to cut some meat for me." Zyad had switched from Arabic to Spanish to reply.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, think about it," Zyad said as he led Tino into the butcher's stall; the boar stood in front of a countertop at the back of the small shop, pulling something from out of a drawer while a large cleaver rested on top of the counter in plain view. "A butcher like this is skilled with knives, and you saw the fox's head he had on display."

Tino's brow furrowed as he thought, the wheels in his mind turning...then his eyes widened. He was just on the verge of fully understanding what the cobra was implying.

"Come on, put it together," Zyad hissed, bringing Tino closer to the countertop where Amin stood.

"You're...you're cutting me up?" Tino gasped, horrified.

Zyad laughed, relishing the mix of indignance, shock, and terror on the boy's face--that expression of betrayal, like the young man's heart had dropped out of his ass, was simply priceless. "Ha! Only a little--sorry, it's easier for me in English," he said, switching languages as he continued speaking to Tino. "You know what docking and neutering is, don't you?"

"N-neutering?! You mean like...no, uh-uh!" Tino had switched to English to match Zyad, and as the youngster was finally putting it all together, he shook his head defiantly and started actively pulling back from Zyad.

But the strong and thick-bodied snake, with all his muscle and weight anchoring Tino in place, wasn't going to budge. As Tino struggled futilely to free himself from Zyad's vise-like grasp, the naga just snickered and leered down derisively at the teenaged pup. "What's the matter, Tino?" he hissed mockingly. "I thought you were going to be good and cooperate like I told you to?"

"But...I...don't wanna...y-you said you weren't going to hurt me!" Tino whimpered, digging in his heels to try leveraging himself away from the giant naga.

Zyad's smirk grew wider, and it was no longer friendly, no longer teasing--instead, it reflected the sadist lurking within. "Ah yeessss, about that..."

Slap!

"Guh!" The boy grunted and slumped, momentarily stunned as his head swiveled to the side from the force of the smack that Zyad had just delivered to his cheek. It took Tino a few seconds to recover from, and he looked up at Zyad again, his eyes watering and his lip quivering.

"I lied," Zyad said as he tightened his grip on the boy's pudgy hand, nearly crushing it, to the point of making the young Rottweiler's face twist in pain.

"Ah! Stop-stop-stop-stop, pleeeease!" Tino squealed, trying desperately to free himself.

But his struggle was pointless; Zyad simply raised himself up in his coils until the 18 year-old dangled from his hand.

"Hey, stop! Lemme go! Lemme go!" Tino yelped--his feet kicked and danced just a few inches off the floor, but he might as well have been hanging from a mile in the air for all the good his squirming and writhing was doing. He was utterly helpless, especially as Zyad grabbed his other hand to restrain him.

"Now, be a good pup and accept what's going to happen to you," Zyad said before he leaned down slightly and planted a soft kiss on the boy's forehead...and then, when he glared at Tino directly in the eye, his voice became cold and threatening as he continued, "or I'm going to tell the butcher to chop off that little cock of yours, too."

"Ha! And I'll do it, too, little man!" Amin quipped in English now, joining the conversation as he finished preparing his supplies on the countertop.

"You heard him," Zyad snickered at Tino. "He'll be happy to slice off that little pecker of yours and then sell your meat to a hungry customer. Is that what you want? To lose your dick as well as your balls and tail, and watch a stranger eat it right in front of you?"

"N-no!" Tino gasped, crossing his legs tightly together under his thawb while he still dangled from Zyad's hands.

"Then behave yourself and be grateful that I'm the one who bought you--if it had been someone else, they'd be doing far worse to you, I guarantee it," Zyad said, his voice full of venom.

Tino couldn't help but choke out a panicked sob as the snake held him up in the butcher's shop; Zyad chuckled, immensely satisfied with the pup's fear, but he still wanted Tino to see that he could still be as nurturing as he was sadistic.

"Hush now, you don't need to cry," Zyad murmured as he brought the boy to the countertop that Amin was now motioning him toward; the boar had procured a large cleaver, a couple thin towels, and a small kit that contained a box of sutures and wrapping bandages, a few thin and curved needles, a carton of styptic powder, a small stylus, and an elastrator with rubber bands.

"It'll be over before you know it, don't worry," Zyad continued, his tone soft and placating while Tino sniffled.

"B-but I don't w-wanna...get my balls cut off!" Tino whined.

"I know you don't, but you don't have a choice about it, little man," Amin contributed, his tone also soothing and gentle while Zyad held the boy up in front of him to face the boar. "If your owner wants you neutered, then that's just what we're going to have to do. But not to worry, your friend Amin will do a clean job...it'll look like you never had a pair of stones at all."

"But...p-please..."

Tino's voice died in his throat as Amin raised the front of the boy's loose thawb, and Zyad kept the Rottweiler dangling by his hands--the boar lifted the garment to reveal the boy's briefs, and he adjusted the thawb so it wouldn't drape down and get in his way before he glanced up at Zyad.

"Were you planning on saving his underwear, or may I--"

"Do what you need to do," Zyad said casually as he continued restraining Tino.

"Many thanks, my friend," Amin murmured before he plucked a pair of shears from one of the pockets in his apron.

Snip! Snip! Snip!

Tino whimpered as the boar expertly cut through the fabric of his briefs with the scissors, until the boy's underwear easily fell down along his thighs and off his ankles before fluttering to the floor. Zyad couldn't resist looking down to take a peek at his pup's exposed groin--while he could see that Tino's tail was tucked up between his legs again, Zyad was much more interested in the young man's privates.

Tino's sheath was the same caramel brown as the rest of the fur that covered his chest, belly, and inner thighs, and the naga could spy the tiniest point of red poking out from the rim of the boy's sheath, the tip of Tino's canine penis. The young Rottweiler's scrotum was fat and heavy with his cherry-sized testicles and hung tightly beneath his sheath and between his legs. Zyad could just imagine how full the boy's nuts were of hormones--and he chuckled at the fact the fact that Tino was never going to develop his masculinity any further thanks to the loss of his testosterone makers, and he would never again get to properly spill his seed now that he going to get his sperm factories removed.

"The thing is," Zyad began, addressing Tino while Amin now took up the elastrator and loaded it with a tight, blue rubber band, "I need to get you neutered so you don't get into any trouble. You know what happens to guys your age when they're loaded down with these things."

"N-no," Tino gulped, confused.

"They do nothing but think with their balls," Zyad said factually as Amin squeezed the handles of the elastrator; the rubber band that he had looped around the prongs spread, forming an open circle large enough to slip a few fingers--or a pair of testicles--through.

"They're angry, moody, destructive, and violent because they're just trying to work out their sexual urges," Zyad continued, hissing in Tino's ear to distract him while the boar approached with the elastrator at the ready.

"They're feeling all these desires and cravings, and it makes them behave erratically and take all kinds of risks. Like they're drunk. Sometimes they manage to work through the struggle, but many times they end up getting into the worst kind of trouble imaginable."

Amin positioned the open elastrator beneath Tino's balls...and reached through the rubber band with his thick thumb and forefinger to pinch the bottom of the boy's scrotum, to pull the sac of fur and skin and gonads down through the straining elastic loop. Tino grunted in horror, dread...and, as Zyad could taste in the air, just the faintest hint of arousal as the boar fondled his balls as he dragged them downward.

And then, in an instant, Amin eased the tension on the elastrator handles, letting the band contract around the neck of Tino's scrotum, until the tight ring of blue elastic was nestled in tightly amid the caramel brown fur and the Rottweiler's testicles looked extra tight and plump thanks to the tension.

"Ungh!" Tino groaned as the elastrator band immediately started crushing the tissues of his scrotum and the spermatic cords connecting his balls to the rest of his body--without any fresh blood circulating to them, the countdown timer until his little teenaged nuts were dead had just started.

But Zyad kept talking, his voice sibilant and almost hypnotic in Tino's ear. "And it's all because their balls are making all these chemicals that make them act crazy, thanks to the hormones pumping into their systems, even at your age. I don't want to risk you getting up to any kind of mischief, and I want you to stay safe," Zyad said as Amin loaded up a second rubber band on his elastrator and skilfully maneuvered Tino's extra-plump balls through the elastic loop. "So, in a way, even though you don't want to have your balls cut off, I'm doing this to you for your own good."

"Ungh!" Tino grunted again when Amin let the second elastrator band squeeze into place directly below the first rubber band around the neck of his scrotum.

"You can thank me for it later, though; I understand if you don't feel very grateful about this at the moment," Zyad chuckled.

Tino whimpered, and Zyad saw a fat tear roll down the boy's cheek.

"Alright, my friend, we'll leave the little man's balls alone for now," Amin said, placing the empty elastrator back on his countertop.

Zyad nodded, understanding that Tino's balls would need some time to wither and die while the blood stopped flowing to them--he could just imagine the pins and needles Tino was already feeling as his testicles were starting to go numb.

"In the meantime, I can dock his tail if you like? Or neuter first, then dock?" Amin asked.

"Let's get the docking done now, then finish with neutering," Zyad replied as he easily manhandled Tino like a ragdoll.

The large cobra naga switched the hands he was using to keep the boy suspended, so instead of his right hand holding the Rottweiler's right hand and left holding left, Zyad now held Tino so the canine was facing him while baring his backside to Amin. Tino hardly struggled during the exchange, as if the fight had gone out of him now that reality had set in while Amin had elastrated his little testicles.

Once Amin had lifted the backside of Tino's thawb and adjusted it so the garment wouldn't fall back down and get in his way during the procedure, Zyad slithered forward and lowered the Rottwieler just enough for the base of Tino's tail to rest against the side of the wooden countertop. Tino had kept his tail tucked between his legs the whole time...and he flinched in Zyad's grasp when Amin put a heavy hand on his lower back and wrapped his thick, porcine fingers around the base of the appendage.

Tino managed to look up at Zyad again, his eyes now glistening--another teardrop welled up and rolled down along the side of his face, and he sniffed sadly.

"P-pleeeease...please d-don't let him cut off m-my tail, I don't w-wanna lose it, I...I-I need my tail, please, don't have it chopped off!" he blubbered morosely.

"Oh, but you're going to look so much better without it, I promise!" Zyad said, as if trying to convince the boy that he was right.

"B-b-but--ulp!" Tino sobbed and gulped as Amin roughly yanked his black tail up from between his legs and held it stretched out and down on top of the countertop.

Zyad watched the butcher pick up his cleaver, and the boar pointed with the giant blade at where he was planning to cut, at just about a fifth of the way along Tino's tail.

"Is here good, my friend?" Amin asked.

"A little closer in, if you can," Zyad requested.

The boar moved the cleaver closer to Tino's backside, until there were just two inches of his tail remaining where Amin was looking to cut.

"Perfect," Zyad said before he turned his attention to Tino again. "Now, without your tail, it'll be so much easier to see that cute little rump of yours...and so much easier to stick things in it."

Tino's eyebrows rose in shock while Amin slowly lifted the cleaver behind him.

"Like toys and plugs and fists," Zyad continued, distracting the boy from the impending chop. "And my tongue and my tail...and my cocks..."

The boy's jaw dropped in horror and disgust, even though more tears were welling up in his eyes--Zyad just chuckled while the twin members he was referring to pulsed and throbbed hard against the chastity plate still lodged in his genital slit. Seeing Tino's expression of revulsion was making him so horny right now, and Zyad couldn't resist indulging himself further by continuing to tease the boy in his grasp with the imminent acts that awaited him.

"Oh yes, I've got two cocks," the serpent smugly told the Rottweiler while Amin raised the cleaver to its apex and took careful aim. "And they're going into you...many, many times. Just imagine it, all the thick, fat meat I've got pumping in and out of your cute, tight little boy cunt, opening you up and filling you with my seed...I'm aching for you so badly, Tino. And I don't want to have to raise your tail every time I rape you. It's too much hassle--losing your tail will just make everything better."

"B-but--"

THWACK!

"HOOWWOOOOOOOO!" Tino howled and spasmed in pain as Amin swiftly chopped off the majority of his tail. The stainless steel cleaver severed the upper eight inches of black-furred tail and hit the countertop with enough force to stick into the wood, leaving behind only a two-inch stub that bled profusely.

Zyad kept his grip tight as ever on the Rottweiler's hands while Tino, still hanging from the naga's mitts, struggled and writhed in agony and continued howling and crying, enough to draw a couple onlookers from the bazaar's thoroughfare.

The naga glanced over at the spectators that were stopping by the butcher's stall--among them he spotted a Great Dane, a few deer, a lion, and a crocodile, some of them carrying their own purchases with them, others with leashed slaves in tow...and they were all watching with great interest as Amin held a handful of styptic powder tightly around the stub of Tino's freshly-docked tail to stymie the flow of blood from his wound.

It took a couple minutes of the boar applying constant pressure, but Tino's bleeding eventually stopped, and Amin checked his handiwork.

"Ah yes...yes, the little man will heal nicely," the boar murmured before he wrapped a small bandage around the stub of Tino's tail. "He'll need to keep the dressing on for a week, then he should be fine."

Zyad nodded in acknowledgement while Amin finished wrapping the bandage. Tino, still sobbing and sniffling, hung limply from the serpent's hands--Zyad's arms were only just starting to ache from holding up the boy's weight for so long, but he figured that now that he'd experienced some real pain, the boy would be to exhausted and defeated to try resisting him if he were to be set down on his own feet.

Once the boar had tied off the dressing and dropped the rest of the bandaging in his kit on the countertop, he addressed Zyad again. "He should be ready to neuter now, if you'd still like to do so, my friend?"

"Absolutely," Zyad growled eagerly.

He and Amin moved around each other--the butcher yanked his cleaver out from the countertop while Zyad sat the whimpering and shaking pup on the work surface. Zyad maneuvered into a spot behind Tino, keeping his hands on the canine's shoulders to support and restrain him, while he positioned the boy so his short, stocky legs were spread and the butcher could have easy access to his exposed and vulnerable groin.

It looked like the young Rottweiler's nuts had shrunk during the time they'd been elastrated--with the tight bands still around the neck of Tino's scrotum, his testicles appeared a little diminished now, not quite as plump and firm as they had once appeared.

"Tell me, Tino...can you feel your balls anymore?" Zyad asked, crooning in the boy's ear.

"Th-they're cold...b-but...n-no, I-I can't really...f-feel them," Tino whimpered, his lip still trembling and his eyes still watering.

"Good...that means they're ready to cut off, and then you won't feel them at all," Zyad said while Amin wiped off his cleaver and got into position between the boy's spread legs.

"B-but...please don't...I w-wanna keep them...I-I promise I'll be g-good for you! I'll...I'll do whatever you say!" Tino bargained weakly. "J-just please...don't...don't cut off my balls..."

"They're too far gone by now," Zyad explained gently, wrapping an arm around the pup's fluttering chest now to brace him and keep him in position. "Those bands that Amin put on you cut off the blood to your nuts for too long, they won't do you any good anymore."

Tino shuddered as Amin now held his nearly-dead testicles in his left hand and positioned the cleaver with his right, settling the edge of the blade into the tight groove between the two elastrator bands still tightly cinched around the neck of his scrotum. "W-what? So I...he's g-going to--"

"Cut them off for you," Zyad finished, hissing smugly in Tino's ear.

"Easy, little man," Amin grunted as Tino feebly struggled for freedom--Zyad held the youngster fast, preventing him from going anywhere. "Because before you know it..."

The boar quickly tugged Tino's balls forward, pulling them as far as they could stretch; just as Tino flinched and yelped from the sudden yank on his doomed family jewels, Amin flexed his arm and confidently pushed the cleaver down through the thin gap between the two elastrator bands. The razor-sharp knife easily sliced through the crushed, constricted skin, flesh, and connective tissues of the Rottweiler's scrotum and the dense, sinewy, nerve-rich cords of Tino's vas deferens; hardly any blood at all seeped out as the cleaver descended, severing the boy's testicles completely in the space of a second...

Thunk!

The thick blade met the countertop, and the chop was done.

Tino's disembodied testicles lay in the boar's meaty hand, safely secured in the scrotal pouch like a fur-covered dumpling thanks to the blue elastrator band keeping the sac closed.

A tiny spur of flesh extended from the band still on Tino's groin, the remnants of what had once been the neck of his scrotum.

"Ah...easy as that," Zyad hissed while Tino sobbed at the sight of his severed testicles in Amin's hand.

"Ah! No...nooo...I--hup!--didn't wanna lose my balls! P-pleeeeaase...I--hup!--I...I didn't want...wuuuuhuuuhuuuuh!" Tino wept and hiccuped in a mix of Spanish and English.

"Sshhh...there, there, no need to cry...a beautiful pup like you doesn't need his balls to be a good little bitch for me," Zyad hissed and crooned into Tino's ear while Amin set the youngster's balls to the side.

Then, with the speed and efficiency of a man who had castrated more boys and men than he could count, the butcher removed the elastrator band still attached to Tino and got to work cleaning the area and suturing up the boy. Amin started with the small stylus in his kit--he pressed a button that heated the tip to a red glow, which he pressed against the stumps of Tino's spermatic cords, cauterizing them.

Tears flowed down the 18-year-old Rottweiler's face and seeped into his fur while Zyad kissed his cheeks and held him close, both comforting and restraining the agonized pup. Once Amin had finished cauterizing the vas deferens, he used a needle and the sutures to sew together the bottom of the boy's open groin, neatly folding together and stitching the small, thin flaps of flesh to form an perfectly smooth mound where Tino's testicles had once hung. The only remaining feature there was the pattern of the stitches themselves; once the boy was fully healed and the sutures removed, it would be as if he'd never had a pair of balls at all.

"Ah, what did I tell you, little man? Your friend Amin did a clean job!" the butcher proclaimed to the applause of the spectators who had gathered in front of his stall to watch.

Tino's sobbing had subsided somewhat, but he still whimpered while tears trickled down his cheeks. Zyad had held him tightly, letting Tino shudder and shake as he had cried and cried...and the naga simply chuckled and hissed, blissfully satisfied with the boy's blubbering.

"It's okay, it's over now...you got through it," Zyad murmured, giving Tino one last peck on the cheek and subtly savoring the flavors of the boy's anguish and humiliation. "Now, we've got a little more to do...time to move on..."

After giving his pup a few moments to recover and settle down, Zyad practically dragged the now tailless and castrated Tino off the countertop, setting him on his own two feet. The cobra naga then adjusted the boy's thawb to hang down and cover Tino's modified body.

Standing beside the cobra naga, Tino hung his head while his whole body slumped in clear submission...and yet he stayed put, most likely still too dazed and shocked to even think of running.

"Now, what do I owe you?" Zyad asked, addressing Amin--the boar had wiped off his cleaver and set it back down on the countertop in the meantime.

"For this? Ah, let's say...200 pounds?" Amin suggested, scratching his chin.

"Hmm...150?" Zyad haggled.

The boar smirked, then chuckled. "Let's split the difference, my friend--175? Eh, call it 170, you did give me some offcuts, after all...unless you want them?" Amin gestured at the disembodied black-furred tail and plump, brown-furred scrotum still on his countertop.

"I appreciate the offer, but I'll let them go to someone else," Zyad said as he reached into his blazer pocket for his wallet. He opened his billfold and handed a few notes over to Amin before returning his wallet to his pocket. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"And likewise, my friend," Amin returned gratefully, stuffing the bills into his apron pocket as he bowed his head deferentially to the cobra naga.

Zyad took Tino's hand in his--the boy didn't resist this time--and led the young Rottweiler out of the butcher's stall while Amin returned to the front of his shop, carrying the boy's testicles and tail with him.

"Alright, fresh offcuts! Who's hungry?" the boar called to his audience, who let Zyad and Tino pass them by while they called out prices for the Rottweiler's tail and balls.

Zyad chuckled, enjoying the prospect of someone else snacking on the meat that Tino had to provide. Part of him wanted to linger and watch one of the shoppers devour the boy's testicles at least, but he was on a schedule; there were still a couple things he had to do with Tino before his flight that evening.

"Now, where was that man with the furnace," Zyad murmured to himself as he led Tino through the bazaar.

The two of them passed more of the stalls that Zyad had slithered by on his way to the train platforms, although now that he was heading in the opposite direction, Zyad felt like he was seeing shops that he hadn't noticed before. There was a stall where five young dragons around Tino's age were being whipped and pissed on by multiple men; another where a zebra was feeding a lithe twink of a jaguar to a badger, the older burly man gulping the boy down whole; another where a Dobermann and a jackal were roughly spitroasting a wolf who couldn't have been much older than Tino; another where a thick-bodied bear was literally being spitroasted, his body impaled by a long iron bar and roasting over an open flame while the alligator proprietor slowly turned him over and over; another where a coyote was brutally shoving his fist and forearm down a giraffe's urethra...

And as Zyad and Tino passed by it all, the boy obediently walked alongside the naga, still quiet and dazed, still in too much pain and fear to try running...

Until they came to a stop before the stall Zyad had been looking for.

"Ah! There you are...alright, boy, this way," the naga instructed, leading the numbly compliant young Rottweiler to the stall that bore a sign that read "Hassan's Brandings".

A bored-looking lion in a thin shirt and light pants (Hassan, presumably) sat beneath the sign, while behind him were cabinets stocked with metal components--iron rods with empty slots at the ends, numbers and letters in various styles, sigils of all kinds, and shapes ranging from simple lines to complex mandalas--and a table where a small furnace was emitting a bright and deep red glow from the hole in top of its ceramic container.

The lion looked up and smiled in welcome at the naga and canine in front of his stall. "Ah, good evening, sir! How may I help you?" he asked in English.

"I need to get my boy branded," Zyad said as casually as a man asking for a loaf of bread from a baker.

Zyad heard a soft whimper from Tino and felt the boy's paw tense in his hand, but the youth didn't make any moves to resist or pull away from him.

"Well, you've come to the right place!" Hassan rose from his chair and padded over to the cabinets towards the rear of his stall. "What are you looking to get?" he asked as he withdrew one of the iron rods he would use to make the brand.

"Just a Z in a circle."

"Of course. Do you want a particular style? Calligraphic? Italics? Decorative? Serifs?" the lion suggested while he surveyed his supply of letters in one of the cabinets.

"Sans serif, regular, and monospaced, if you have something simple like that," Zyad requested while he slithered forward to bring Tino further into the confines of the stall.

"Hmm...ah, just the one! And a regular circle..." Hassan hummed to himself for a moment as he put the two components together in the empty slot at the end of the iron branding rod. "Here, what do you think of this?"

Zyad inspected the branding iron the lion had temporarily set--just as he'd wanted, there was a regular "Z" in the middle of a ring of metal.

"Perfect, exactly what I had in mind," the serpent replied, pleased.

"Excellent! I'll set it for the brand..." the lion trailed off as he worked, quickly using a soldering iron to make temporary welds to hold the components in place for the brand.

"And then we can let this heat up," he continued, sticking the end of the new, custom-made branding iron into his tabletop furnace--Zyad could only imagine how hot the brand would get inside the small kiln.

In the meantime, Hassan pulled open another cabinet drawer and withdrew a battery-powered clipper before he turned to face Zyad and Tino again. "Where would you like me to put it?"

Without asking Tino for his consent, Zyad roughly drew the boy in close and forced him to turn around to present his backside to the lion.

"Ah--wait!" Tino tried to protest, but it was no use; Zyad's strong hands pushed the boy's upper body down to make him bend at the waist, and he pulled up the back of the canine's thawb to expose his bandaged, freshly-docked tail and plump, bare ass cheeks.

"Just below his left glute, if you could," Zyad instructed.

Tino had enough fight left in him to try to struggle, but Zyad held him tightly in place while Hassan approached.

Bzzzzzz...

The lion switched the clipper on, setting the buzzing razor into motion.

"Wait-wait-wait-wait, please!" Tino's rump wriggled as he tried to pull himself free--if he had still had his balls, they would have bounced from side to side with his movements.

"Ah-ah, puppy, you're staying right where you are," Zyad said, addressing the boy in Spanish while he kept Tino in place. As the lion knelt down before the youngster's exposed backside, Zyad went on, "Remember, I can always take you back to the butcher to get your cock chopped off if you don't behave."

That was enough to make Tino settle and whine dejectedly as Hassan brough the clipper up to the area that Zyad had specified. And then...

Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!

With a few short strokes of the clipper, the lion shaved off a neat, four-square-inch patch of black and brown fur on Tino's left upper thigh, just beneath the pudgy mound of his cheek. The fur fell away, reaped like wheat in a field under a farmer's scythe, revealing the soft, blank canvas of pale pink skin.

"There we go, easy enough," Hassan said in Arabic as he brushed off some of the stray hairs and checked his handiwork. Satisfied with the patch of bare skin, the feline rose to his feet again and returned the clipper to the cabinet before he peered through the hole in the top of the kiln where he'd set the branding iron. "Ah, looks like we're ready! Do you have him secure?" he asked Zyad.

The cobra naga's strong, firm hands on Tino's torso prevented the boy from moving his upper body, and Zyad took the extra precaution of winding his tail around both of the Rottweiler's ankles, effectively immobilizing him. "He's ready."

"Alright, here we go."

Hassan withdrew the branding iron from the kiln, and Zyad saw that the lower end of the rod and the Z in the ring were glowing bright red, as red as the inside of the furnace. The lion approached with the iron in hand, holding it aloft like a lance aimed at Tino's backside. As Hassan came closer, Zyad could feel the heat that the branding iron was radiating, and he was sure that Tino could feel it even more intensely on the shaved patch just beneath his ass.

"Nononono, pleeeeaaaase," Tino whimpered--Zyad could hear that the boy was on the verge of tears again.

"I know you don't want it, but it has to be done, puppy. I need you and everyone else to know you belong to me now," Zyad told him, his tone soft and comforting.

"B-but I--HAAAAAANGH!" Tino's high-pitched scream overpowered his protest as Hassan quickly pressed the end of the branding iron in the middle of the four-square-inch target he'd shaved onto the Rottweiler's thigh.

Steam rose and Zyad heard the hiss of virgin skin bubbling and boiling on contact with red-hot metal. The brand seared into Tino's skin, and Zyad knew that the boy's sweat glands and hair follicles were melting under the intense temperature of the iron. While Tino's fur would eventually grow back to cover most of the patch that the lion had shaved, Zyad's brand would be devoid of any hairs, a cut out and crisp, visible scar in the Rottweiler's coat.

Tino wailed and huffed, twisting and spasming in pain while Zyad held him tight; Hassan pressed the brand to his skin for only a couple seconds before pulling it away. He knelt down again, surveying his craft.

"Hmm...yes, that will do! His skin took it well, it'll heal beautifully," the lion assured Zyad before rising to his feet again.

Zyad took a look for himself, bending over Tino's backside. There, he saw the patch of smooth pink skin marred by the inflamed and angry reddish-black welt that had been burned into the youngster's flesh, the "Z" in the circle standing out perfectly.

"Ah, that's wonderful," the snake practically purred.

He let Tino's thawb drop over his naked backside again, covering the new brand the boy had received, before he released his hold on the Rottweiler.

Tino collapsed to the ground, sobbing and curling up in the fetal position, doing everything he could to cope with the pain searing through his rear in addition to the agony and shame already coursing through him at having been castrated and having his tail docked against his will.

Zyad, however, nonchalantly reached for his wallet again while Hassan set the branding iron aside to cool.

"What do I owe you?" Zyad asked.

"50 pounds?" Hassan suggested.

"Hmm...30," Zyad countered.

"40," Hassan returned.

"Done." Zyad pulled out two crisp 20 Aghadi pound notes and handed them to the lion.

"A pleasure doing business with you, sir," Hassan said gratefully, tucking the cash into his pocket while Zyad stowed his wallet again.

"Likewise," the cobra naga said before he turned to address Tino.

The boy was still on the ground, sniffling and sobbing.

But Zyad merely tutted playfully. "Tsk, tsk, tsk...oh, you poor thing...don't you worry, puppy, we just have one more stop and then we can leave."

He waited another moment...then, when he saw that Tino wouldn't be getting to his feet anytime soon, Zyad simply bent down and scooped the boy up in his arms--as pudgy and heavy as the 18 year-old was, the weight was nothing for the powerful cobra.

With a parting nod at Hassan, Zyad slithered out of the lion's stall with Tino cradled in his arms like an oversized infant.

"Now, where to go, where to go..." Zyad trailed off and hummed softly, soothingly for Tino, as he continued towards the station exit, but keeping an eye out for one of the stalls he had noted earlier.

Tino's blubbering settled to the occasional hiccup and choked sob as Zyad subtly swayed from side to side, rocking the boy while he slithered along. Eventually, though, Tino managed to speak up.

"W-why...are you doing this to me?" he asked in Spanish, his voice small but bitter.

Zyad glanced down at the boy in his arms--even though Tino had been hurt and humiliated, the way he was pouting was just too cute for the cobra, and it made him want to use the youngster even more.

"I...I didn't do anything wrong," Tino added, now with a note of defiance in his tone.

Zyad chuckled while he continued carrying the pup. "It's not about doing anything wrong. Although, to be sure, I will punish you if you make a mistake or defy me in the future. But," the cobra continued, glancing from left to right as he kept an eye out for a stall that would serve his needs, "all that I'm doing right now is making you into something I like."

Tino paused, processing what the snake had just said. "You mean...you like me...like this?"

Zyad nodded. "Mmmhmm. I had your balls cut off because there's nothing cuter to me than a boy who's never really going to be a man. And even though you're adorable with your tail tucked between your legs, I had it docked because I like how you'll look without it even better. And I had you branded because I want you to carry my mark for the rest of your life. And there's one more thing I'm going to have done to you simply because I'll like how you'll look. That's it."

Tino whimpered and hesitated before he spoke again. "W-when we were at the butcher's...y-you said you didn't want to raise my tail every time you raped me."

Zyad snickered. "You have a good memory."

"Are...are you going to actually do that? Are you really going to rape me?" Tino asked fearfully.

"Yes," Zyad replied simply.

Tino gulped. "B-but why?"

Zyad laughed out loud. "Ha! Oh, you sweet thing! Because why not? You're a cute, young piece of ass, and when I see a cute, young piece of ass, I just have to take it for myself. And that means breeding it...and filling it with my seed...forcefully." Zyad licked his lips, showing off his forked tongue for Tino, before he planted another kiss on the boy's forehead, tender and intimate as a father kissing his son while tucking him into bed. The cobra then continued, "So yes, I'm going to rape you. I'm going to fuck your tight little boy pussy and get it stretched wide around my dicks, and I'm going to cum in you as much as I want. That's just the way it's going to go, because you belong to me now."

Tino whimpered again, and his eyes glistened with the start of a fresh round of tears.

"But don't worry...you'll enjoy every second of it, I promise," Zyad murmured before he came to a stop before the stall he was looking for. "Now, it's time for you to get just a little more work done..."

Before the Rottweiler could protest or point out that Zyad had lied about his last promise, the cobra unfolded his arms and let Tino tumble out of his embrace. The boy landed on his feet, and Zyad quickly grabbed his hand again before leading him into the stall. There, under the awning and between the thin, draped walls, a muscular black jackal with numerous gold ear studs, nose and facial piercings, necklaces, armlets, bracelets, and rings sat patiently beside a few sets of drawers and a padded table that had cinching straps hanging down from its corners and sides.

"Brother, welcome," the jackal said graciously in Arabic as Zyad entered the stall with Tino in tow. The canine rose to his feet and shook Zyad's free hand before he asked, "What can I do for you this evening?"

"Well, I wanted to see if you could..." Zyad made a show of leaning in close to whisper in the jackal's ear, keeping his voice low to ensure that Tino couldn't hear him. When he finished making his request, Zyad leaned back again, and the jackal smiled warmly.

"It would be my pleasure, brother," he said serenely in English now; his tone was soft and honeyed. "Stainless steel or gold plated?"

"Steel," Zyad replied.

The jackal nodded thoughtfully. "Hm, all together...250 pounds."

The cobra pursed his lips, then haggled, "200."

The jackal shook his head firmly. "250."

Zyad cocked his head to the side, intrigued. "220."

Again, the jackal shook. "250."

Zyad contemplated the jackal for a moment...then smiled and chuckled as he nodded. "You know your worth. Alright, 250."

The two shook hands again, sealing the deal, before the jackal turned to one of his sets of drawers. "I'll need him on his back first, and you can use the restraints on the sides of the table to get him ready."

As the jackal busied himself with pulling his supplies from the drawers and arranging them, Zyad turned on the young Rottweiler, a wicked grin on his face.

"W-what are you--ah!" Tino yelped as Zyad quickly scooped him up again and deposited him on the padded table.

Before Tino could scramble away, Zyad moved fast to secure him; using the straps that hung from the corners and sides of the table, the cobra bound the youngster's wrists and ankles, keeping them spread apart and tightly cinched down, before using the last set of straps to restrain the struggling boy's waist. By the time Zyad was done, Tino was utterly stuck, immobilized by the straps binding him to the padded table.

"Let...let me go! Come on, please!" Tino begged, using his last vestiges of strength to push and tug against the restraints and try to wriggle his way to freedom.

"Come on, now, Tino, I need you to behave," Zyad said over him, a note of warning in his voice.

"Grrrr!" The boy ground his teeth as he growled and pouted.

In the meantime, the jackal had finished preparing his tools, and had set his tray of piercing implements and jewelry on top of the set of drawers closest to the table. Zyad moved back to stay behind Tino's head while the jackal donned a pair of purple nitrile gloves and took up a pair of forceps with loops at the ends of the blades.

"Now, little brother, let's start with the hard part," the jackal said calmly as he held the forceps above Tino's closed mouth. "Open for me."

"Mm-mm!" the boy grunted defiantly.

The jackal smirked and used his free hand to pinch Tino's jaw and smush his cheeks. "I said, open for me."

"Hff!" Tino jerked his head to the side as far as he could, shaking off the jackal's fingers.

"Come on, puppy, you've already been through far worse pain," Zyad chided. "A few piercings won't hurt nearly as badly."

"No!" Tino barked shortly.

Zyad sighed theatrically. "Well, if you're not going to be good and cooperate, then I'll just take you back to the butcher so he can cut off your cock." The serpent spoke casually, as if he were talking about the weather. But when he leaned in closer to look Tino squarely in the eye, his voice was cold and menacing. "Then I'll bring you right back here and make you open your mouth anyway."

"Grrr, I don't care!" Tino spat. "C-cut off my dick if you have to, I...I-I'm not playing your game! I didn't do anything wrong, I don't deserve this!"

Zyad chuckled--oh, what he would give for the power of visual hypnosis right now. But then, his own version of hypnosis was so much more fun and intimate...though he couldn't exactly use it right now, considering Tino was already restrained and still struggling. He needed to wear down the boy's resolve further...and there was another way to do that.

If Tino was going to try to show Zyad he wasn't scared of getting nullified, then the cobra would just have to raise the stakes.

"If that's how you want to be, then I might as well kill you." Zyad reached down and put a hand on Tino's neck...and clenched.

"Hrk!" Tino choked at the serpent's tight grip around his throat.

"Is that what you want?" Zyad hissed, squeezing even harder on the boy's windpipe to cut off his air. "I will snuff you out, and then sell your body to the butcher; he'll carve you up just like that fox, and then everyone will want to buy a piece of you to eat...and I'll forget about you and just go buy another boy. It's easy enough for me."

"Ah...hrk! Guh!" Tino wheezed, writhing in his restraints as he gasped for air.

"But if you don't want to die, then I suggest you open your mouth and keep it open for the nice man here," Zyad continued, his voice dripping with venom while his twin cocks throbbed in his genital slit at the sight of Tino choking. Strangulation always got the naga's engine going, and he was straining so hard against his hidden chastity plate that it felt like his dicks were going to push it out of him in an explosion of lust. "Nod if you understand."

Tino's eyes were wide and rolling frantically...but he nodded and let his jaw drop.

Zyad released his grip, and just as Tino sucked in a lungful of fresh air, the jackal dove into his open muzzle with the forceps and dragged out his tongue. Exhausted, broken, and panting hard, Tino could only lie still and huff as the jackal went to work.

"There now, little brother...you'll be fine," the jackal said soothingly as he used his free hand to pick up a thick needle from the nearby tray.

He positioned the needle just above the soft, wet pad of muscle he had clamped in his forceps, in the middle of the soft cleft of Tino's tongue and closer to the tip. Zyad watched closely, keeping his eyes on the sharp tip of the needle that hovered above the tender muscle.

"Deep breath in, little brother," the jackal advised.

Tino winced and took a shuddering breath as he closed his eyes.

"And ooooout," the jackal murmured as he sank the needle into Tino's tongue.

"Uuuuungh," Tino groaned.

He flinched as the thick needle pierced his tongue, smoothly spearing through his flesh under the jackal's steady fingers...until it emerged through the underside of the appendage.

Quickly, the jackal slid an open-ended, stainless steel barbell in place behind the needle and pushed the rest of the needle through Tino's tongue and into a receiving tube, until it had gone through his tongue completely. From there, the jackal nimbly twisted on the bead at the end of the barbell to secure the piercing in place, and just like that, Tino had a new tongue stud.

The jackal inspected his handiwork for a moment, double-checking the placement of the piercing, before he released the forceps and allowed the young man on the table to draw his tongue back into his mouth.

"See? Nothing to it," the jackal said while he picked up another needle.

Tears welled up and leaked from the corners of Tino's eyes, and the boy whimpered wordlessly around the piercing and his now-swollen tongue.

"Very good, puppy...you took that well," Zyad said, a hint of pride in his tone as he gently patted the top of Tino's head. "Now, you can take the rest, too...they'll be a lot easier..."

With a fresh needle in hand, the jackal turned his attention to Tino's nose. The boy grunted when the forceps pushed into his nostrils and latched onto his septum, and Tino shivered when he watched the jackal bring the needle in close to his face...until he squeezed his eyes shut and whined when he felt the tip of the needle press against the inner wall of his left nostril.

"Alright, little brother, another breath in..."

Tino's thick belly rose under his thawb as he inhaled.

"And oooout..."

"Mmmrf!" the boy grunted as the jackal efficiently pierced his septum.

Zyad watched on while the jackal continued his work, pushing a stainless steel bullring into place in the Rottweiler's nose. The ring hung down from Tino's septum, resting just above his lips--the snake licked his lips, enjoying all the potential fun of his pup's new nosering. He could clip a leash to it to lead him around, or use it to chain him to a post, or tug on the ring itself while Tino was polishing his twin cocks with his mouth...

Meanwhile, the jackal progressed further with his craft, knocking out eight easier piercings in rapid and professionally efficient succession. Tino barely reacted to the three studs he received in each ear; after pulling up the boy's ragged and tattered thawb, the jackal moved down to Tino's exposed chest, where he slid his needles through the two nipples adorning the pudgy Rottweiler's pillowy pectorals. Tino groaned, and Zyad could smell the smallest hint of arousal from the boy as his nipples were pierced--the serpent made a mental note of that particular erogenous zone for his new pup while the jackal replaced the piercing needles with solid, stainless steel rings.

"Now, for the last two," the jackal murmured as he made his way down to Tino's groin.

The boy grunted and struggled lightly in his restraints when the jackal's fingers settled on the rim of his sheath.

"Ah! No, s-stop...don't!" Tino managed to protest around his tongue piercing.

"Easy, little brother, it'll be done soon," the jackal said, his voice as soothing as a gentle desert zephyr while he pushed down on the boy's sheath.

Tino squirmed as he was violated even more, but the jackal nonchalantly carried palpating the 18 year-old's privates. He dug his digits into the tight pocket of flesh and fur, swirling his fingers around to get some purchase on his target...and Zyad could taste a further hint of Tino's arousal on the air. Even though the boy was trying to resist, he was enjoying the stimulation on some level...and the scent of prepubescent excitement made Zyad oddly hungry, enough to make him want to swirl his tongue around in the pup's sheath and tease Tino even more, to lick up more of his flavors and encourage the youngster to grow erect against his own will.

"Ah, there we are..."

"Mmf!" Tino grunted.

Zyad watched the jackal withdraw the upper four inches of Tino's red canine shaft from his sheath. The boy was still too soft for a proper erection, and his pecker looked more like a deflated balloon instead of a bulbous rocket. But it was all the jackal needed to work with--the older canine nimbly pushed a fresh receiving tube into Tino's urethra, stretching the boy's tight meatus open as he did so.

"Ah! Ungh, it stings!" Tino whined. "Pleeaase take it out, take it out!"

"You'll get used to the feeling of having something in your cock, and you'll enjoy it in time," Zyad said placatingly, imagining the fun he would have in the future with Tino...envisioning the rods and toys he would insert in the boy's urethra to stretch it wide before slipping his own thin, forked, serpentine tongue down the narrow, warm, and tasty tunnel...

The jackal, however, positioned the tip of a new needle on the underside of Tino's cock, aligning it with the receiving tube that was lodged a few centimeters deep inside the boy's penis.

"Alright, little brother, get ready for a big pinch...now," the jackal grunted just as he pushed the needle in.

"Uuuuungh!" Tino cried out as the jackal pierced his puppyhood. He sobbed, agonized by the unyielding metal that had punctured his delicate and sensitive flesh just beneath the pointed tip of his cockhead.

"There, there...no need to cry, it's over," Zyad said, patting the Rottweiler's head again.

The naga was right, the worst was over and done with; the piercing needle had gone through Tino's dick cleanly and was in the receiving tube now, while the rear half of the needle still poked out of Tino's member.

But still, the pup's lip trembled and his whole body quivered while the jackal skilfully slid in a seamless circular ring as he removed the needle and tube. In another moment, the jackal clamped the ring shut...giving Tino a new Prince Albert piercing for Zyad to tug on at any time.

"Mmm, perfect...that's just what your little cock needed," Zyad murmured lustfully, his gaze on Tino's latest body modification.

Without the jackal's hand to hold it steady, the boy's penis began to shrink back into his sheath, although Tino's new piercing prevented his penis from retracting completely, and the solid steel ring rested on the rim of his sheath.

"Now, brother, if you could help me for the last one," the jackal requested as he readied himself for the final piercing that Zyad had asked for.

The naga obliged the jackal, moving into position where the vendor instructed--in moments, Tino's right ankle had been freed of the strap restraining it, and Zyad held the boy's leg up and back to fully expose the pup's taint for the jackal. Tino tried tugging his leg out of Zyad's grip, but the snake held firm, and the jackal drew near to his perineum with a curved piercing needle at the ready.

After selecting the perfect spot just beneath the point where Tino's scrotal sutures started, the jackal pressed the tip of the needle against the boy's taint.

"And here we...go," he murmured, sliding the needle in.

"Nngh!" Tino flinched and jolted at the piercing, but the jackal methodically pushed the curved needle further, forcing it through the upper layers of his perineum...until the tip reemerged.

Just as he had done with the other piercings, the jackal swapped out the needle for a piece of jewelry, and in the span of a handful of seconds, Tino had been given a brand new guiche piercing with another thick, seamless, stainless steel ring.

"Is it to your liking, brother?" the jackal asked as Zyad looked over his shoulder.

The cobra nodded approvingly. "Perfect...very well done."

"I'm glad you're pleased. It's been a treat to work on such a cute client," the jackal replied with a smile.

From there, the jackal busied himself by organizing his used tools and cleaning up his piercing equipment while Zyad freed Tino at last. The boy was shivering and shaking, more from all the adrenaline pumping through his system thanks to the numerous traumas he'd been subjected to that evening--Zyad helped him off the table and readjusted his thawb once more to cover the boy. Tino stood unsteadily by the cobra, too dazed and tired to do more than watch as his owner and the jackal then concluded their business transaction.

Once Zyad had given the jackal his payment and bid him farewell, the cobra took Tino's hand again and led the way out of the stall. Zyad slithered at a more purposeful pace now--with all tasks on his to-do list now complete, he needed to get moving so he could make his departure time.

"Alright, puppy, we need to hurry now," he said, pulling Tino along. "We don't have any other stops to make now that I've made you the way I like...heh, you really are just so cute with those studs in your ears and that ring in your nose..."

The Rottweiler's pace was plodding and recalcitrant--even though the boy was drained and still coping with all the pain he had suffered up until now, he still had just enough of his wits about him to try resisting Zyad, but the cobra was too powerful. So Tino stumbled alongside Zyad through the bazaar, unable to really do anything except let the serpent drag him towards the station exit. They passed plenty of stalls on their way out, and it seemed that as the hour had grown late, more shoppers and merchants were entering the market than leaving it. Zyad and Tino had to skirt around so many people, zig-zagging and weaving to find a clear path in the busier and busier marketplace, but then...

"Almost there," Zyad eventually murmured once he saw the keyhole archways of Mehmet Station's entrances.

Tino had been quiet ever since leaving the jackal's stall, but now that he and Zyad were approaching the market exit, he piped up at last, speaking in Spanish again. "W-what's going to happen to me?"

Zyad kept pulling the boy along with him as he replied in Tino's native tongue. "Simple: You're going to come home with me."

"To be your slave..." Tino spoke in a faintly shocked way that made Zyad realize it was the first time the boy was actually coming to terms with the concept that he was the snake's property now. It was as if by saying the word "slave" out loud, Tino was fully appreciating the gravity of his situation at last.

The naga smirked. "I like to think of it as part pet, part son, part plaything...but yes, you'll be my slave for the rest of your life. You'll live well, though," he added as he and Tino progressed past the final stretch of stalls. He continued, "You'll be well cared for, with all your needs seen to. You'll experience pleasure like you've never even imagined...and yes, there will be pain, as you've already experienced. But overall, you'll have an easy life...you won't need to worry about anything ever again."

"And you'll...rape me," Tino said with a note of finality in his voice.

Zyad nodded. "And I'll rape you, yes."

Tino looked up at the cobra. "W-when?" he whimpered.

Zyad chuckled. "Not right now, and not when we get in the car...but soon." He glanced down at the young Rottweiler and grinned at the sight of the teenager gazing up at him, looking so pitiable and helpless...and so deliciously vulnerable. "You're just so cute, it's nearly impossible for me to resist using you. I can't wait to feel your little body wrapped around my cocks, pleasuring me..."

Tino looked horrified, but Zyad snickered before he went on, "Your first time will be rough--I'm going to fuck you hard, and you'll want to cry and scream. But it'll be okay...you'll survive it. And I'll have taken your virginity in the process. I might even make you cum during your first time. Imagine that, I'm making a mess inside you, and you're firing a blank because you don't have your pup-makers anymore...someone's probably eaten them by now. Ah, I should stop, I'm working myself up too much," the serpent groaned, as it was becoming almost unbearable for him to keep slithering comfortably with his constrained twin cocks pounding so hard inside his genital slit.

As the two of them moved closer to the doorway, Tino quietly begged, "I don't want you to rape me, Zyad."

The cobra smirked and tutted. "It's not up to you, puppy; you're going to have my manhood inside you, and you're going to be my little bitch boy to rape whenever I want...that's just a fact of your life now...ah, some fresh air," Zyad added with a contented sigh as he and Tino pushed past the tarp that hung in the archway and exited the station at last.

Night had fully fallen, and the light pollution of Aghadi City blotted out all but the brightest stars in the dark sky overhead. While plenty more men ducked into the train station--and more high quality sports cars had parked by the curb--Zyad pulled Tino with him away from the building and across the street...and finally back to the limousine that was waiting for him with the engine still running. Zyad opened the door to the rear passenger compartment and pushed Tino inside ahead of him--the smaller canine practically tumbled into the spacious seating. While Zyad slithered in after him, Tino pushed himself upright and practically crammed himself into the far corner of the back seat, close to the door on the other side of the car. Zyad, however, settled into his seat and shut his door before he coiled the remaining length of his mighty body comfortably on the floor.

"Alright, I'm ready for the airport," Zyad called up to the driver.

"Yes, Mister Rahal," the hare chauffeur replied, putting down the novel he had been reading while he'd waited for Zyad's return.

As the driver put the vehicle in gear. Zyad raised the partition between the passenger compartment and the front seat, giving Tino and himself some privacy.

"What do you think?" Zyad asked Tino, gesturing at the expansive, luxurious interior of the limo. "Have you ever been in a car this nice before?"

"N-no," Tino muttered.

"This is the kind of car you'll get to ride in all the time with me...if you behave," Zyad added before he turned to the built-in minibar to make himself a drink.

However, just as the limo started rolling forward, Tino took advantage of the fact that the cobra seemed to be distracted--he lunged for the door next to him in a desperate bid to escape.

But despite Zyad's apparently divided attention, he struck fast with his tail.

The second that Tino's fingers touched the handle to open the door, the cobra's thick, black-scaled body immediately coiled around him. Tino didn't have a chance to fully process what happened; in the blink of an eye, he was on the floor of the car and trapped in the cobra's heavy, immovable coils, his legs locked together, his arms pinned to his sides, and Zyad's tail wrapped around his neck, with the dexterous tip of the snake's tail gently stroking his cheek.

Even with his sudden burst of activity, Zyad kept his hood tucked against his head and neck and was still easily reclined in his cushy seat; he casually plucked a bottle of clear and expensive tequila from the minibar as he said, "Ah, my sweet boy...getting ideas?"

"I wanna go home!" the 18-year-old barked, his voice high and demanding.

While the limo picked up speed and joined the flow of traffic, Zyad nodded nonchalantly, as if he was agreeing with the most banal fact in the world. "And I'm taking you home."

"I mean--"

"I know what you mean, puppy," Zyad sighed as he poured himself a glass of tequila. He set the closed bottle of liquor back in the minibar and took a sip of his drink before he continued, "But your home is with me now."

"I--ugh!" Tino grunted as he struggled in Zyad's coils; the thick, serpentine body didn't let him budge more than a few millimeters, and Zyad's scales rustled dryly as they rubbed against Tino's fur and thawb. "I...I don't wanna go anywhere with you!"

"You don't? Oh, that's too bad," Zyad said casually, subtly undulating his coiled body around Tino, practically teasing the boy with the immense physical power at his disposal. "Because you're coming home with me whether you like it or not." Zyad sipped his tequila again before he mused, "Unless, do you really want to stay here? If you did, you'd be snatched up and used by every other man at the market like some common little whore, getting passed around and raped repeatedly by strangers..."

"I--mmf!" Tino's protest was muffled and silenced by Zyad's tail forcibly plunging into his muzzle and stuffing itself partly down his throat. The boy could do no more than mumble wordlessly around the thick, scaled appendage filling his mouth; he tried biting down on it, but his teeth were useless against Zyad's durable scaly hide.

"Sssshush, now," Zyad told the gagged pup coiled up on his floor. "I couldn't bear that kind of life for you; if anyone is going to rape a poor, cute little boy like you, it's going to be me, and only me. Really, if you managed to run away from me and stayed in this city, you'd get turned into just another cumdump for all the men at the market; I'd rather just snuff you out so you don't have to suffer through that kind of life."

"Mmrm!" Tino grunted around the serpent's tail in his mouth. Somewhere against his leg, he could feel a throbbing, pulsating heat emanating from the snake's body, and he could smell the musky pungence of Zyad's arousal.

The cobra, however, took another sip of his tequila before he spoke again. "I keep telling you, Tino, that you're going to have a good life with me. In fact," Zyad sighed, "I'd go so far as to say that you'll live a much better life with me than the one you were living before."

Zyad paused, contemplatively gazing through the tinted window at the bright lights of the city that was passing by outside the limo. "What were you going to do?" he continued, his tone thoughtful. "Live with your parents, go to school, keep playing soccer with your little friends, be ordinary and average, and eventually grow up to be a boring man with a boring job, all while you're trying to figure out the purpose of your boring life?" Zyad sipped his tequila again before he pursed his lips and shook his head. "Hm, no, that's no good for a cute boy like you."

The serpent gazed down imperiously at the boy still bound in his coils on the floor of the limo...and then smiled before he said, "With me, your life will have a purpose. You'll be so much more than just ordinary and average, and nothing about your life will be boring, I promise you that."

Zyad finished off his tequila and placed the empty glass in the minibar again before he pulled his phone out of his blazer pocket; the glow of the screen illuminated his face in the car's dimly lit interior, and his brow furrowed in concentration as he read and replied to some of the emails he had received while he'd been in the train station. Tino, in the meantime, remained wrapped up in Zyad's coils on the floor of the limo for the duration of the ride, occasionally mumbling and grunting around the tail in his mouth...and every so often suckling on the appendage that had pushed down into his throat and was lightly stretching his esophagus.

The two of them passed the limo journey in relative silence; the vehicle ferried them from the Bassaya slums and on the freeway, around the residential neighborhoods and through the crowded and developed urban cityscape of Aghadi City's downtown district. Modern and decorative skyscrapers--hotels, casinos, apartments, shops, and office buildings that were all designed like ship sails, bridges, and shards of glass--glittered and lit up the night, while loud, garishly-painted sports cars roared and zipped past the limo on the busy road, their thumping bass music audible even at highway speeds. Zyad ignored them as he continued scrolling through and responding to messages, making decisions and sending out directives, all while he kept Tino restrained in his coils...

But, 45 minutes later, Zyad was exiting the vehicle again, this time just outside of a private hangar at the Aghadi City International Airport. His pilot had already filed his flight plan and information with the aviation authority, and with no security screening necessary for his personal jet, Zyad could simply slither directly from his car to the stairs that led up to the cabin of his aircraft.

Significantly more relaxed from the second glass of tequila he had downed during the ride, the cobra slouched somewhat as he got out of his chartered limo and pulled Tino along with him by the hand. Zyad led the way towards the waiting aircraft, his own luxury Phantom X220 light business jet. Sleek, roomy enough for seven passengers, and decked out with state-of-the-art custom finishes to ensure the utmost comfort during travel, the jet was practically an extension of Zyad's home, considering how much time he spent traveling for work (and for more illicit excursions under the guise of "work"). It was a sight for sore eyes after this week of business dealings, political affairs, negotiations, and being pent up and sexually frustrated for so long. Zyad was looking forward to simply relaxing, blowing off some serious steam with his new purchase, and eventually getting home once again.

"Welcome aboard, boss," the pilot, a lynx who had spent the past decade working for Zyad, said as the cobra slithered up the stairs and entered the cabin.

"Good to see you, Sven," Zyad replied warmly, shaking the lynx's hand. "Have a good week?"

"Saw some sights, played some golf, took some pictures," Sven answered with a smile. "But I'm ready to go home--the desert's not for me."

"It's not what it used to be, that's for sure," Zyad said wistfully as he turned back in the doorway for one last look at Aghadi City.

The downtown skyline was resplendent with lights and just barely distorted by the haze of smog--it was a far cry from the small, old desert town that Zyad had first visited more than 20 years ago. Back then, there had only been one building taller than 10 stories. The city had practically exploded in that time with abundant overdevelopment and rapid urbanization, going through a revival as the rich poured more of their money into Aghadi City to turn even higher profits...and Zyad was one of them. Still, he missed some of the charm of the old city, the history it held and the secrets in the bricks and sand...

Zyad shrugged off his reverie and turned to address Sven once more. "But it's still good for some things," he chuckled.

"Rich men and new friends," the lynx said with a knowing wink.

"Exactly."

"And speaking of new friends," Sven began as he glanced down at Tino; he flashed the boy a winning smile. The young Rottweiler, still wearing his tattered thawb, stood beside Zyad, his hand in the cobra's and his fearful eyes on the lynx now.

"Welcome aboard, kid!" Sven said in greeting; he reached down and affectionately ruffled the fur on top of the boy's head.

Zyad had reached an understanding with his pilot long ago--the lynx was possibly his closest confidant and was privy to nearly all of the cobra's activities. In addition to a thorough and long-lasting Non-Disclosure Agreement and extremely generous pay, Zyad had obtained Sven's discretion by offering him an extra perk of his job when it came to transporting the cobra and his toys: The lynx could look wherever he liked, he could touch as much as he wanted, and he could use his fingers, tongue, or toys for actual penetration. But when it came to giving orders and breeding the young men in his employer's possession, those were privileges that belonged to Zyad alone. Still, Sven could entice the boys to do what he wanted--the lynx had a certain charm about him that somehow always got him a happy ending when it came to Zyad's souvenirs.

"If you get tired of hanging out with the old man, you can come up to the cockpit anytime, I can give you a good view of the clouds and show you some tricks with the joystick," Sven said, his tone friendly and engaging--Zyad smirked and rolled his eyes at the thinly veiled innuendo.

"Oh! Um...thanks," Tino murmured, already sounding grateful for an opportunity to get away from Zyad.

"Hey, careful who you're calling old, you're getting up there yourself," Zyad playfully chastised the lynx.

"Oh please, I'm going to be 30 forever," Sven chuckled, redirecting his attention to Zyad.

"Uh-huh; you've been saying that for the last five years now."

"And I still feel 30!" Sven laughed before he continued, "Anyway, your luggage is in the hold, I put your usual in the galley oven to warm, the pantry and bar are fully stocked, and there are fresh towels and a change of clothes for you in the closet. Is there anything else you need?"

"Just to get home in time to clean up before my 8 AM with the board," Zyad said as he now led Tino further into the opulent aircraft cabin.

"Well, by my watch we've still got about 15 minutes to make that happen, so we should be good," Sven chuckled as he pressed a button by the doorway to retract the stairs and close the door.

Zyad guided Tino to a cushy, leather-upholstered swivel chair by the polished cherry wood table; once the pup was buckled in and secure, Zyad shrugged off his blazer and hung it in the rear closet in the cabin, where he saw the spare polo shirts that Sven had provided for him. Zyad, now wearing only his fitted white button-down shirt, rolled up his sleeves and took his seat on the long, linen-covered sofa, where he buckled in as well. As for Sven, once the lynx had checked that the cabin was properly sealed, he shut himself in the cockpit to get ready for takeoff.

After a few minutes of simply sitting and waiting, Sven's voice sounded off over the cabin's speakers. "Alright, boss, we're cleared to proceed to the runway, should be off the ground soon."

Until now, Tino had been looking around the aircraft, taking in everything about the sumptuous interior, from the built-in touchscreen displays and full-service galley to the comfy reclining chairs and polished wood accent features. But as the jet started to taxi, Zyad observed the Rottweiler's pudgy hands were gripped tightly on the armrests of his chair and he was looking out the window, his back hunched and his face practically crammed into the porthole. The boy's body language practically screamed his anxiety.

Zyad, sitting comfortably on his couch with his coils looped next to him and on the floor, spoke up, his tone conversational. "Have you flown before, Tino?"

"Um...once," the boy replied, still looking out the window--Zyad saw them pass a commercial airliner waiting to merge onto the runway. "Earlier this year, my dad took me on a trip to Lykostro."

Images of sparkling, deep blue water, white sand, and countless tourists tanning themselves came to mind for Zyad.

"Ah, was it a beach trip?" the cobra asked innocuously.

"Yeah...I got to swim in the ocean and go snorkeling with him." Tino paused, just looking outside for a moment as the jet continued to taxi, before he spoke again. "My mom stayed home with my little brother, so it was just me and my dad for the week."

"Hmm...I can imagine you two had a lot of fun," Zyad mused as he watched the boy sitting across from him.

The cobra's perverted imagination was already spinning up visions of Tino and his father--an older, burlier Rottweiler--splashing around in the ocean in their swimsuits...then skinny dipping in the sea...before coming ashore, their paws sandy, their tongues hanging out as they panted, and washing off together in a boardwalk shower. They had probably stayed at a small beachside inn, having the kinds of days that began with big breakfasts and included some hiking and exploring as well as stops for ice cream, or even beer, if the dad was feeling generous...then the two canines would have their afternoon at the beach before retiring to their room, exhausted from all the fun of snorkeling and wrestling and laying out in the sun. After rinsing off in a shower together, the father and son would retire to the one bed they shared, innocently naked and sprawled out on the mattress on top of each other in a tangle of bodies, with Tino's foot resting in his dad's groin while the older Rottweiler would be casually holding his son's bare ass and absently playing with his boy's long, undocked tail...the older canine's fingers would be inches away from the pup's virginal hole while Tino's toes lightly pressed on his father's balls and occasionally flexed on his sheath, stimulating his dad's cock within...and their bellies were rising and falling in the same rhythm as they napped...soon Tino's father would be chubbing up in his sleep, feeling the urge to push his growing erection into a nearby hole to breed...

"Yeah, it was great getting to do that with him," Tino said, his voice stirring Zyad from his little reverie. The boy still gazed out of the window, watching the busy airport pass by as the jet proceeded down the tarmac to the end of the runway. "I...guess that's never going to happen again...is it?"

Zyad tilted his head, his eyes on Tina. "If you behave, I can take you to the beach...the same beach, in fact. I do like to go on vacation every now and then."

The boy sighed, then lapsed into silence as the jet rounded the final turn.

Zyad heard the engines fire up, and Sven's voice sounded on the speakers again. "Cleared for takeoff, boss, here we go."

The jet's twin engines powered up even higher, and in another moment the Phantom X220 was speeding down the runway...faster...faster...

The loosely-secured glasses in the galley rattled with the vibrations of the plane, and Tino took a deep, shaky breath as the front of the cabin tilted up, the aircraft pushing off of the ground...

And then the world fell away beneath the small jet. Zyad observed that Tino's hands were still clenched on the armrests, and he was still staring out the window. The airport grew smaller, Aghadi City began to recede, and the jet climbed higher and higher...then titled in a turn...then leveled out again before continuing its smooth ascent into the night sky...

Zyad remained silent, waiting for Tino to speak again. It took the boy a few minutes, but eventually--

"When we were flying on the way there, there was a lot of...um..."

"Turbulence?" Zyad suggested.

Tino nodded. "Yeah--the plane shook a lot, and I actually got scared that we were going to fall out of the sky...my dad and I took the train home from the beach...that was a long trip."

The cobra nodded, understanding. "Ah, I see. Well, even if we fly through turbulence tonight, you don't have to worry. This is a strong little plane, and Sven is an excellent pilot...and he's a good friend," Zyad added meaningfully.

"Aw, thanks boss!" the lynx cheerily said over the in-cabin speakers, surprising Tino enough to make him look away from the window at last and at Zyad.

Zyad chuckled, but he called in a playfully chiding tone, "Sveeeen..."

Sven snickered, a rush of static over the speakers. "Heh, yes, sir."

"W-was he spying on us?" Tino asked, his eyes wide.

The cobra half-shook his head. "In a way--he keeps a channel to the cabin open just in case I need him. But you can trust him; he's a pretty friendly guy."

Tino hesitated. "Can...can I go to the cockpit to see him?"

"Not right now, but maybe later," Zyad replied. He smiled at the boy, looking him up and down for his own pleasure, from the new piercings in his ears and nose to the hem of his tattered thawb and his bare feet. After a minute, the cobra asked out of curiosity, "When you were...taken from Vallenosta, did you fly, ride a train, or go in a car?"

Tino shrugged at him. "I don't really remember...I was blindfolded the whole time...and I think they gave me something to make me sleep a lot, so I couldn't really tell what was happening."

Zyad nodded. "Ah, makes sense. Well, I suppose we can count this as your official second flight...maybe second of many. Just like with riding in a limo, if you behave, you can fly with me all the time in my plane."

"Do--" Tino started, but Sven's voice over the speakers cut him off.

"Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen, but got a quick update for you," the lynx said. "We've reached our cruising altitude of 41,000 feet and we've got clear skies ahead, no turbulence or bad weather in the forecast at all. So, feel free to unbuckle those seat belts and move around the cabin. We're looking at a flight time of seven hours and sixteen minutes, and an arrival at Deerfield International at 4 AM local time, so you might want to get some shut-eye after dinner if you want to be on point for your 8 AM meeting tomorrow, boss."

"Thank you, Sven," Zyad called cordially, keeping his glee suppressed for the moment; the lynx had just given him the green light to finally have some fun with his new souvenir from Aghadi City, and Zyad wouldn't be able to resist for much longer. His twin cocks were still aching behind the chastity plate wedged into his genital slit, and he had to get free soon. To that end, he casually unbuckled his seat belt and subtly adjusted his coils, so the section of his body where his genital slit lay was resting right next to him on the couch, his underbelly and the vertical orifice tucked away from Tino's view. As he did so, Zyad addressed the Rottweiler, still keeping his tone conversational. "You were saying?"

"Oh! Uh, do you fly a lot?" Tino asked as he also unbuckled his seatbelt and turned his swivel chair to face Zyad.

The cobra nodded. "All the time--I have another trip in two days that I have to fly for, then another a few days after that; I feel like I fly more often than I drive."

"Where do you go?" Tino asked.

The snake smiled--Tino was sounding genuinely curious now, probably distracted from his impending fate and lulled into a false sense of security by this more mundane conversation. Zyad couldn't resist playing with the boy for just a little longer, but he'd have to get to the main event soon, his arousal was demanding the tight, warm pressure of the youngster's ass around his dual members.

"All over the world...too many places to name, but I think I've been to about 80 countries by this point," Zyad answered innocently. "I run a big company and have a lot of people I need to meet and talk with."

"Do you like it?"

"Traveling? Sure," the cobra nodded, now surreptitiously placing his left hand on the portion of his coils where his genital slit lay. He reached down with his fingers, gently tugging at the scaly opening in his underbelly to tease himself; he could feel the heat, the pulse of his need, and the traces of moist, slick fluid that he was starting to secrete. Zyad lightly traced a finger around the perimeter of his slit as he continued, "It's interesting to see more of the world and meet so many different people...although when I do these trips by myself, it can get lonely."

"What about Sven?" Tino inquired, leaning forward slightly in his seat. "You said he's a good friend."

Zyad nodded again, conceding the young man's point. "Yes, but I also have to let him concentrate on flying, so I can't talk with him all the time. When you go in the cockpit with him, he'll be able to give you about half an hour of his time; he can't get distracted for too long or he might go off-course or make a mistake while he's talking with you."

"Oh, okay," Tino replied.

"Plussss," the cobra began with a soft hiss, sensing his opportunity to strike at last, "there are other things I want to do while I'm flying that Sven can't help me with."

Tino raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Like what?"

"Like this."

Zyad grunted as he reached into his genital slit and tugged out the chastity plate he'd inserted shortly before landing in Aghadi City a week ago. The wedge-shaped, slightly concave plate rubbed against the soft inner flesh that housed his cocks as he pulled it free--he had to use some finesse to work the reptilian chastity device past the rim of his slit, but in a moment, and with a full-bodied shiver, the cobra had extracted the still-warm, slime-covered plate.

"Oooh, that feels so much better," Zyad hissed as he dropped the wet plate to the floor and flipped his coils around towards Tino to display the twin cocks that had finally plopped free of the confines of his body.

The cobra's members were a pair of identical monsters; Zyad's cocks sprouted from a fleshy central base that bulged from his genital slit, and they featured symmetrical curves that gave them an almost prong-like appearance. The hefty shafts themselves, both a deep, fleshy purple that gradually transitioned to black towards their bases, measured in at over 11 inches long and were each as thick as a stallion's cock. They sported pointed, spade-like tips (perfectly suited for spearing into tight spaces) that merged smoothly into pulsating, smooth columns, featureless save for the prominent and symmetrical veins that branched along their sides. Zyad's cocks throbbed in unison with his heartbeat and his pent-up lust, and their wet, slime-coated skin glistened under the interior lights of the cabin.

Tino recoiled in his chair and his eyes widened at the sight before him. Seeing the cobra's huge endowment alone would have been enough to shock the boy, but the smell of Zyad's concentrated musk filled the cabin, momentarily overwhelming Tino's nose and stunning the Rottweiler.

A short, gasped "Ah!" was all that Tino could muster by way of a verbal response, but Zyad just chuckled.

"Now, I think," the cobra began, raising his hood to its fullest as he spoke, "that you know," he continued as he also rose from the couch in front of Tino, preparing to strike, "what I'm going to do next."

Tino shrank back further in his chair as he stared up in horror at the massive and powerful cobra towering over him.

"No...please, don't," the boy whimpered.

Zyad hissed and glared down at his prey, baring his fangs as part of his threatening and predatory display. He could almost hear Tino's heart banging against his ribcage, could almost taste the boy's fear, could see the sheer panic in the pup's wide, wet eyes...

In a flash of desperation, Tino tried to scramble out of his chair.

"Hnngh!" Zyad grunted as he lunged.

It was over in the blink of an eye--Zyad struck with enough force to tackle a linebacker, pinning Tino to the chair as he thrust himself on top of the boy. His hands gripped Tino's shoulders and held him still as he swooped in to lock his snout with the Rottweiler's.

"Help! He-mmmf! Mmmmf!" Tino's shrieking was muffled when Zyad's lips met his own, parted them, and snaked his tongue into the boy's mouth, forcibly kissing him.

The cobra chuckled as the teen practically screamed into his mouth and struggled uselessly to break free from Zyad's hold. But Zyad kept Tino firmly in place while his powerful tongue explored the interior of the boy's muzzle for a moment. He easily subdued Tino's own tongue with his own muscle; he swirled the tines of his forked tongue around the beads of the barbell pierced through Tino's tongue, taking a few seconds to savor the combined textures of hard metal and pliable flesh, before he licked over the boy's teeth and palate, as if sampling the youth's taste. Zyad then extended his forked tongue further, tickling Tino's tonsils and teasing the opening of his esophagus enough to make the canine squirm and gag.

Zyad kept up his forceful kissing for a full minute, working his powerful jaws to keep Tino's lips parted and moaning as he sampled the boy's flavors. Tino tried shaking the cobra off, but Zyad stayed latched onto him, overwhelming him with his strength and passion, until...

Schlp!

Zyad withdrew with a final wet smack, pulling back only a few inches, but keeping his eyes locked with Tino's. A trail of saliva connected his forked, serpentine tongue to Tino's own dangling tongue, which hung from the boy's mouth as he panted from the exertion of his screaming and struggling to fend off the cobra. Zyad licked his lips, breaking the connection, just before Tino spat and spluttered.

"Puh! Blegh! That's disgusting!" the boy yelped.

Zyad just chuckled--yes, Tino was responding as many normal teenaged boys probably would in his situation, with indignation and disgust. But the cobra could also taste the faint hints of Tino's arousal mixing with his own on the air. Much as the boy had tried to resist it, at least a part of him had enjoyed being kissed by another man (even if it was against his will), and Zyad could just imagine the pup's sheath filling out as his newly-pierced cock started to stir and swell beneath his thawb. And then there was going to be Tino's own confusion and anger at his body reacting like that...which was just icing on the cake for Zyad. The cobra loved corrupting boys who had initially thought themselves straight as arrows, but were destined to end up as his pleasure slaves.

"Oh, you'll get used to it--I love kissing my boys like that, especially after I cum in their mouths and they taste like me," Zyad hissed, gripping Tino's chin to tilt the boy's head back and up, so Tino was forced to meet Zyad's eye. "Just imagine all that sloppy cobra cum filling your mouth and dripping from your lips...you're gonna grow to love it, just like you'll love having my cocks pumping my seed down your throat and into your ass." Zyad grinned sadistically as he still hovered over the Rottweiler in the chair. "And speaking of that little boy cunt of yours..."

Zyad couldn't take it anymore. He had to get Tino's thawb off. He had to get the boy naked and impaled on his members as soon as physically possible. There would be time for foreplay, exploring the boy's body, and enjoying the heat of the moment later--tonight, right fucking now, he had to rape the 18-year-old virgin he had purchased.

And it was as if Tino could see the urges roiling in Zyad's mind; his indignation and anger shifted to pleading and whimpering. "P-please...no, d-don't--"

"It's time we put it to good use," Zyad said over him with authority.

Zyad then growled at the boy, an evil glint in his eyes and a wicked smile on his lips as he gripped the collar of Tino's thawb.

In a flash, Zyad yanked Tino out of his chair and bodily hurled the boy across the cabin, throwing him onto the couch that the cobra had been sitting on earlier.

"Oof!" Tino grunted as he bounced and landed on his back on the sofa.

Zyad turned and advanced on the boy, his hood still raised threateningly and his cocks wagging as he weaved across the cabin.

"Ah! No! No, no no! Stop! Let me go!" Tino shouted as he twisted on the sofa and rushed to crawl to safety towards the lavatory at the far end of the cabin.

Zyad's tail, however, quickly whipped up and curled around Tino's right ankle; the snake wound his coils for a stronger grip on the pup's leg, and he easily pulled the struggling boy closer to him.

"No! Noooo! Help! Somebody, please! Heeeelp!" Tino screamed as the cobra dragged him backwards; flat on his stomach now, he grabbed at the couch cushions for anchorage and kicked with his left foot at the coil wrapped around his right ankle.

But there was no dislodging Zyad's strong grip, no escape from the powerful naga, no preventing the huge and powerful serpent from taking what he wanted.

Zyad laughed as he loomed over the boy. "That's it, keep screaming, puppy! There's nobody to help you. You're mine, all mine..."

The serpent kept laughing and chuckling while Tino's panicked screams filled the small jet's cabin. Zyad's cocks throbbed hard and his heart thumped with the exultant joy of forcing himself upon the boy; considering how pent up he'd been from being in self-imposed chastity all week and how turned on he'd been ever since entering Mehmet Station earlier that evening, Zyad knew he wasn't going to last long once he started the real act. But he didn't care--all that mattered to him was getting into Tino's ass and dumping his load inside the boy.

Once he'd satisfactorily reeled in the pup like a flopping fish, Zyad reached forward and grabbed at the back of Tino's thawb collar. This time, he gripped the thin, tattered fabric in his hands and tore it apart.

Riiiiiiiip! Riiii-iiiiiip!

Zyad yanked hard, ripping the back of the thawb open from collar to hem and exposing Tino's backside.

"No! Stop! Stop! Stoooop! P-pleeeaaase! Noooo!" Tino kept screaming. His voice was high-pitched and frantic and his body shook with a fresh round of sobs as Zyad forcibly stripped him.

"Mmm, music to my ears!" Zyad laughed heartily as he tugged the ruined thawb's sleeves down over Tino's arms and off the boy completely.

The squirming and struggling young man was completely naked on Zyad's sofa, his black and caramel-furred body visually complementing the neutral beige fabric of the linen couch. And, as horny and eager to get down to business as Zyad was, the cobra just had to take a moment to ogle and appreciate the important features of the Rottweiler's backside. Of course, there were the new modifications that Zyad had done at the market: The stump of Tino's docked tail was still bandaged and furiously trying to tuck an appendage that was no longer attached, and the pink square of exposed skin below Tino's left butt cheek was still raw and inflamed with the brand that had been seared onto him. Zyad smiled at the defined outline of the "Z" in the circle that marked the boy as his property.

But most pleasing of all was Tino's ass: the adorable and exquisitely vulnerable pair of plump, squeezable, caramel-furred buns was like a red flag to a bull for Zyad, he just had to get in there. It was like seeing a holy vision, the 18 year-old's virgin ass untouched by any man's cock and unsullied by any sperm...and it was all his for the taking.

With one of his coils still tightly wrapped around Tino's right ankle, Zyad grabbed the boy's furiously kicking left paw with his hand and held it still, spreading the Rottweiler's thighs and getting his first proper look at Tino's anus.

"Oooh, now look at what we have here!" Zyad called loudly enough for Tino to hear over his own protests and screaming.

There, just above the guiche piercing that the jackal had provided and nestled between the two round mounds of the youth's cheeks, Zyad saw the tight, pink-skinned, wrinkled pucker that was no larger than a golden dollar coin. He hissed at the sight of his target, imagining the ring of muscle that was clenching so hard right now to prevent entry, but would spread forcibly around the girth of his twin cocks. With his free hand, Zyad reached down and pressed the tip of his index finger on top of the fleshy button.

"Nonononono, stop! Don't--not there!" Tino yelped.

But Zyad kept pressing, and he felt the heat radiating from Tino's backdoor and the frantic clenching of muscle under his digit--the serpent chuckled again.

"Oh, but you're going to love what comes next, I promise," Zyad told Tino as he gently twisted his finger back and forth on top of the boy's clenched asshole.

Tino grunted and sobbed at the stimulation.

"What's the matter, don't believe me?" Zyad asked mockingly. He snickered before he continued, "Well, maybe I should let you feel for yourself."

Without waiting for a reply from the sobbing 18 year-old, Zyad removed his finger before he at last sidled into position for the main event.

The cobra adjusted his coils so he was partly resting on the couch, and his heavy cocks settled on top of Tino's cheeks, too thick together to fit into the groove of the pup's anal cleft without assistance. Zyad licked his lips, feeling the soft pad of Tino's ass practically cradle his members, and he methodically gyrated his coils back and forth, sliding his dicks over the boy's backside in an approximation of hot-dogging the canine.

"There, feel all that weight? Feel those big things?" Zyad prompted smugly, his eyes on his dual cocks rubbing the teenager's cushy caramel-furred buttcheeks. "That's all going inside you tonight, puppy."

Tino yelped and renewed his efforts to twist himself free of Zyad's grasp, but the snake held him too tightly. "I--no! No, no, no way! Don't, you...you won't fit! You're gonna--"

"What, tear you apart?" Zyad finished before he sadistically chuckled again. "That's the plan, puppy. I'm going to split you open and fuck you raw--I told you earlier I was going to rape you, so you had time to get yourself ready for the pain."

Zyad drew his hips back and used his free hand to help align the spade-shaped heads of his cocks with his target...then he pushed forward, just far enough for the tips of his members to lightly press on Tino's still-puckered ass. Thanks to the mucus-like coating his body had naturally secreted in his genital slit to cover his dual erections, Zyad had no need for lube. He was ready to enter the boy right now, but he just had one last thing to say before he started.

"You can scream as loud as you want, but I'm not stopping until I'm done...and fuck, I love hearing my boy scream..."

"B-but--HAAAAAANGH!" Tino started, but cried out when Zyad roughly thrust forward.

As much Tino was clenching, he never stood a chance of preventing the two thick javelins of Zyad's cocks from penetrating him. And Zyad didn't care one bit about taking it slow or giving Tino the opportunity to adjust to his girth; there was no warm-up, no further teasing. One second, the tips of Zyad's cocks were pressing insistently against Tino's hole, and the next the cobra's pointed cockheads had just surged in past the constricted muscle of the canine's sphincter, forcibly expanding the orifice and stretching Tino's rectum as Zyad pushed himself in deeper.

Zyad hissed and tilted his hooded head back in pleasure as he sank his twin lengths into the pup's ass. "Oooh...yeeeEEESSSS!" His voice rose to a crescendo as he hilted himself completely inside of Tino, the yellow scales of his underbelly meeting the soft fur of the Rottweiler's rump.

If Tino had been on his back, Zyad would have seen the boy's stomach bulging with the added heft of the twin cocks stuffed inside him. But, still on his belly and firmly in Zyad's grasp on the couch, Tino was spasming and shuddering in agony while he screamed himself hoarse and cried his eyes out.

"AAAH! NONONONO, PLEEEEEASE! STOP! GET OUT, IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HUUURRRTS!" the canine practically screeched.

Even though they were squeezed together as tightly as possible, the cobra's fat, throbbing members were stretching the elastic muscles and tissues of Tino's ass to the absolute limit. His hole looked almost distended around the girthy columns stuffed into it, and his cheeks were spread apart wide to accommodate Zyad's heft. Tino's hot, wet, soft innards--virginal and hitherto untouched by even a tongue or finger--snugly wrapped around Zyad's cocks and pulsed hard with the boy's panicked heartbeat and the involuntary contractions of his sphincters as he tried to push out the invading shafts. As for the cobra's cocks, precum drooled freely from their urethras, adding more musky lubrication to the already-moist and narrow tunnel, and they lodged themselves deeply in Tino's guts, filling the poor, helpless boy to the brim.

In response to Tino's continued screaming and pleas, Zyad just laughed indulgently before, without further ado, he roughly yanked himself halfway out of the boy, dragging the lips of Tino's ass out along his dicks...and then started fucking in earnest.

Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump!

"Uuuungh, ffffffFFUCK that's a tiiiiight little cunt!" Zyad shouted as he powerfully plowed Tino into the couch. His thrusting was hard and violent, roughly bouncing the boy on the sofa as he rammed his cocks into the hot little hole that unwillingly stretched around him again and again and again. "Holy! Shit! Tino! Nnngh, fffuuuuuuuck...gonna! Pop! That! Cherry! Good!"

Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump!

"HNGH! HNGH! P-PLEASE! I...WHAAAAHAAAAWW!" Tino wailed at the top of his lungs as Zyad kept fucking him and grinding him into the couch.

Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop!

Zyad's cocks wetly plunged into Tino's ass, spreading the boy's tight ring of muscle no matter how much the young Rottweiler was clenching.

"Fuck! Ungh...your ass is waaaaay better...than I even thought it was going to be!" Zyad shouted, paying no mind to the pup's uncontrollable weeping while he kept up his merciless, brutal thrusting. He gazed down at the trembling and struggling Tino and licked his lips, taking immense pleasure in how the Rottweiler was squirming around him and grabbing onto the couch cushions for support.

"I...AH! NNGUUUH...I DON'T WANT...PLEEEAAASE! N-NO...MORE!" Tino cried as Zyad's forceful fucking jostled him back and forth on the couch.

But Zyad just kept going, beating the boy's rump with his scaly underbelly as he humped more and more. The friction and pressure and heat and slick sliminess and Tino's shrieks of pain--it was all just so good, and Zyad was fully losing himself in the heat of the moment as he pounded out all the frustration, stress, aggression, and lust that had been building up inside him for the past week.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Take...those...dicks, puppy!"

Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop!

The rim of the boy's ass repeatedly kissed the fleshy base that bulged out of the cobra's genital slit, and Tino's rectum fully--and oh so tightly--swallowed Zyad's cocks every time the naga thrust into him. The whole time, Zyad maintained his powerful hold on Tino's right ankle with his coil and the boy's left ankle with his hand, keeping those short, stocky legs spread so he could stuff every inch of himself into the virginal hole that he was in the process of utterly wrecking.

"AAAH! AAAH! AAAH! S-STOOOOP! Y-YOU'RE...HURTING MEEEEHEEEE!" Tino shrieked.

"Uungh! Oooh, yeah!" Zyad shouted in reply. "Who's a good boy?!"

"AANGH! AANGH! P-PLEA...I...HEEEELP!"

"Yeeeaaah, keep screaming for me!" Zyad yelled encouragingly as he violated the boy. "And keep clenching like that, you're only making it feel even better!"

Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump!

The 48-year-old cobra naga carried on fucking the boy 30 years his junior, driving the teenager into the couch with his every thrust. As Zyad pulverized Tino's insides, sweat stains blossomed on the snake's white button-down shirt, forming dark patches in his armpits, around his collar, down his abdomen, and across his back. At the same time, Zyad's cocks were beating Tino's prostate into oblivion, squeezing out a thin stream of fluid from the sore gland; it oozed from the boy's chubbing member and seeped into the fabric of the couch beneath him and the fur of his own groin.

"I...I HATE YOU! NNNGH...I DON'T...WANT THIS!" Tino screamed, his voice raw from his prolonged crying and shrieking.

Zyad just laughed as he kept fucking the boy senseless. "Fuck yes! Ungh! Oh, don't--mmf--worry, kid! You're...ungh, shit, you're gonna learn to looooooove having me in you!"

Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop!

Tino's crying still filled the aircraft cabin, and Zyad kept loudly raping him on the couch, kept loudly and wetly slipping his cocks in and out of him, kept filling him with his meat and the precum he was producing, kept using the boy to blow off some steam and drive himself closer to the height of his pleasure...

"Fuck you're so cute...so hot, so tight...mmf, you're stretching so much, it's so good..." Zyad groaned as he flexed his rock-hard cocks at the apex of every thrust into Tino.

"Uuuungh! Haaaangh! I...haaaaah!" Tino wept wordlessly as he continued to struggle. He was exhausted from having screamed for so long and so loudly; while his voice was getting softer in volume, the sadness and anger in his tone was no less piercing and bitter.

"Oh yeah, keep making some noise for me, I know you love it!" Zyad yelled. "Rapemeat like you loves getting used like this..."

Whump! Whump! Whump! Whump!

With tears still streaming down his cheeks, Tino kept bouncing into the couch as Zyad fucked him hard, and the boy's ass was getting ruined beyond recognition thanks to the cobra's prolonged fucking. Zyad might as well have shoved his fist into Tino--the pup's rim was getting loose and puffy, and the pink pucker had morphed into a light purple, puffed-out doughnut that dragged in and out with Zyad's pistoning cocks.

"Uungh! Uuungh! Whaaaahaaaaww...aaaaaah!" Tino cried as his whole body shook.

"You're mine, Tino...all mine," Zyad huffed, sweating profusely.

He was getting so close...and fucking faster and harder now that Tino wasn't clenching as hard. To be sure, the boy was still clenching as much as he could around the snake, but where Tino had once been clenching tightly enough to compress coal into diamonds, by now his sphincters had been fucked into tight rubber bands. They were much more elastic and forgiving, but still provided a scintillating amount of pressure for Zyad's pleasure. And now, as Zyad was fucking the boy with the rampancy of a sex-crazed maniac, Tino's ass was emitting loud and sloppy glorp-glorp-glorping sounds now while the cobra's cocks pumped in and out of it.

"Ooooh, yeeeah, there we gooooo!" Zyad hissed, hunching over Tino now to rest his torso on the boy's back while his hips kept humping away at the Rottweiler's rump. He kept hissing and grunting in Tino's ear as he lustfully said, "I feel you loosening up! How do those cocks feel in you, boy?"

"I...ngh! I...I h-hate them! A-and-and-and-and...I--hup!--h-hate yooohoooou!" Tino managed to wail through his sobbing, shuddering under the cobra's body.

"Oooh, sweet thing...mmf! One day soon...you're gonna BEG me to fuck you," Zyad boasted smugly. "Your little boy cunt is gonna be...sooooo hungry for me to fill..." He chuckled and licked the pup's pierced ear with his tongue, tickling and teasing Tino to make him squirm, before he continued, "But until then...ungh! I'm just gonna--hngh!--keep on raping you...just like aaaaaall the other boys in my collection."

"Haaaangh! Aaah...c-collection?" Tino choked out.

"Mmmm, oh yeah...got eight other boys around your age at home for you to meet," Zyad grunted, humping Tino even faster. The cobra's internal testicles were tightening up, getting ready to pump their seed into the tight, virginal hole he had been fucking. "You're--mmf!--not the first guy I've raped...ungh! But you're--hooo--certainly one of the cutest...and a cute pup like you--hngh!--needs an ass full of man cum...fuck...so worked up..."

Zyad grunted and hissed as he neared the edge, losing control. His hips pumped hard, indiscriminately, his underbelly smacking against Tino's ass loudly.

"Gonna...ngh, oh fuck! I'm gonna breed you, Tino...here it...cooooooooOOOOOMES!" Zyad bellowed as he hilted his cocks in the youngster's ass one final time.

"Aaanggghh!" Tino howled from the snake's forceful penetration...and then his guts expanded and bloated with the deluge of cobra cum that filled his every nook and cranny.

Zyad's cocks pulsated and throbbed hard with every spurt of semen they fired into the boy. Gush after gush of thick, gooey cum shot from the cobra's members and flooded Tino's insides, surging deep into the pup to thoroughly impregnate him and making him swell with all the hot batter that Zyad dumped into him. Tino grunted and panted from the increased pressure he felt as Zyad filled him, while the serpent groaned and moaned through his orgasm, subtly grinding against the canine's ass to work out every drop of seed he could muster to deposit in his new property. There was such an excess of cum that Zyad's jizz began to well up in the tight crevices between his cocks and start overflowing out of Tino's ass, but the cobra paid no mind to the sticky warm spot that bloomed between his belly scales and the Rottweiler's fur. He was too lost in a haze of pleasure, too exhausted, and too overwhelmed by his climax to do more than lie heavily on top of the boy under him and gasp to catch his breath.

"Oh fuck...ooooh fuuuck," Zyad intermittently groaned as he recovered--his internal testicles ached from how powerfully they had pulsed, but they felt 20 pounds lighter now that he had drained them into the boy he had bought.

Tino, still trembling and with tears still rolling down his cheeks, whimpered and whined.

As Zyad came down from the high of his orgasm, he had enough presence of mind to release his hold on the boy's ankles, letting Tino relax, and the snake reached up to stroke the top of the Rottweiler's head, comforting him.

"There now...it's alright," Zyad crooned softly, still catching his breath. "Now you know...what it's like to get fucked...every boy your age...should know that feeling. Mmm...and I told you earlier that your first time was going to be rough, but you'd get through it...and here we are...fuck, it was hot taking your virginity...you're a good little lay, boy."

Tino, still whimpering and shivering, shook his head. "I-I didn't w-want this...I don't w-want this...I w-wanna go hooome..."

Zyad found the energy to chuckle while he pushed himself up from the couch at last. "It's not about what you want, puppy...it's always about what I want...and I'm taking you home, don't you worry..."

The cobra grunted as he straightened up on his coils, his cocks still lodged inside Tino's ass. He looked down at the boy's rump, surveying the damage. It was an absolute mess, with sticky cum splattered on his scales and matting Tino's fur, and more of his semen dripping down along the young man's smooth taint...then along the sutured patch where his balls had once been...and down, staining the couch. Zyad chuckled--it wouldn't be the first time he'd needed to get this sofa steam cleaned, and his regular cleaning crew always appreciated his repeated business.

While Tino lay limply on the couch, too physically and emotionally drained to move, Zyad stretched his back for a moment, then sighed contentedly...before his primary stomach rumbled hungrily. Zyad pursed his lips, plotting out his next steps, before he figured that nothing could be done until he took care of Tino...

At the thought of what he was about to do, Zyad's secondary stomach rumbled more insistently than his primary digestive organ, and the cobra grinned to himself.

"Alright, now, I think it's time," Zyad began as he started situating himself on the sofa, "to make you a little more comfortable."

Tino moaned softly, but he didn't resist as the cobra lifted him up from the couch, keeping his twin cocks inside the Rottweiler's ass. Gracefully, Zyad twirled around with Tino, holding the naked 18 year-old up by his armpits, and maneuvered to sit on the sofa once more, now with the youngster effectively sitting in his lap and still impaled on his members. Zyad easily let Tino recline against his lower abdomen while the boy's legs dangled over either side of his thick, scaled body, acting like a chair for the pup.

"There we go, that's perfect," Zyad murmured, resting his hands on Tino's spread thighs. The boy was still trembling lightly, but Zyad paid it no mind. Instead, he took a moment to glance down at his pup's groin; Tino's sheath had filled out and he saw the first five inches of an actual erection poking out of the tight, flesh and fur-covered pocket, which stretched to accommodate the visible outline of a semi-inflated knot still inside. Tino's shaft--bulbous, red, and sporting a pointed canine tip along with the Prince Albert he had received earlier--throbbed and flexed with obvious arousal while more clear precum oozed from the boy's urethra...but Zyad saw no evidence that Tino had achieved orgasm. He sighed and tutted playfully. "Ah, didn't make you cum, huh? I'll fuck a blank load out of you in time, pup, I promise you that."

Zyad then kissed the boy on the top of his head and began gently stroking his thighs before he spoke again. "Like I said earlier, you'll have a good life with me. You won't have to worry about a thing...and you'll make an excellent addition to my collection of boys. Really the only other modification I would want for you is to make you a little more...compliant."

Tino grunted wordlessly, still too dazed to fully process what Zyad was saying, too sore to move as the snake supporting him began to move into position to strike from above, and too exhausted to mount another escape attempt while he was still impaled on Zyad's cocks.

The cobra chuckled, hissing softly as he moved his hands up to Tino's biceps, subtly restraining him, and raised his head in a posture to swoop down on the boy sitting on him. "Fortunately, I have just the thing to help with that."

Zyad stretched his jaws wide, flexing the elastic joints that connected his lower mandible as he prepared himself to ingest his prey from behind and above. And then, with his hood still raised, his expanded and open mouth watering, and his gaze on his target, Zyad swung down fast enough to catch Tino by surprise.

"Ah--mmf!" Startled, the Rottweiler's feeble protest was muffled by Zyad's mouth engulfing Tino's upper body all the way down to his shoulders. One moment, Tino was looking through half-lidded eyes at the far side of the aircraft cabin, and the next thing he saw was the roof of Zyad's mouth pressed against his muzzle.

"Mmmf, hrrrmf!" Tino couldn't even get a word out, his muzzle was clamped shut by the pressure Zyad's jaws exerted.

Copious drool was already beginning to slick the 18 year-old's face, and Zyad's tongue flicked over the boy's head and neck trapped in his jaws, tasting the sweat, fear, and residual arousal oozing from Tino's every pore. The boy struggled tiredly, too wiped to put up much of a real fight, and Zyad calmly pushed himself down further, enveloping the Rottweiler in his mouth even more--as Zyad's jaws wrapped around Tino's pinned biceps next, the boy's snout rubbed against the back of the cobra's open throat.

Zyad flexed his twin cocks still lodged inside of Tino's ass, earning a jolt and a pained groan from the boy, but Tino wasn't going anywhere now; the cobra chuckled around the pup filling his mouth. When he looked down at Tino's bulging stomach--bloated with his own twin cocks and the cum that he had pumped into the boy--Zyad saw a fresh bead of clear pre had oozed out of the young man's urethra, glistening on the tip of the boy's semi-erect and recently pierced penis. He snickered and flexed his cocks again; Tino grunted and flinched in response, and the bead of pre swelled.

Zyad's mouth watered, and he found he was starving for a taste of the boy's fluid. Well, he shouldn't make himself wait any longer.

Maintaining his grip on Tino, Zyad flexed his coils to raise the boy's body up into a more comfortable position and effectively feed the teenager further into his mouth. In moments, Zyad's lips were working their way around Tino's pudgy midriff, his tongue curling around the boy's swollen stomach like he was licking over a particularly fat and juicy dumpling. Meanwhile, Tino had begun to bend backwards to flop headfirst into Zyad's gullet.

The boy wriggled and squirmed in the tight, wet throat that surrounded him. He still emitted a panicked grunt and whimper every few seconds, and he feebly kicked his still-free legs, but Tino's struggle was too weak and pathetic to be of any real concern for Zyad.

And so, now that he had a good portion of Tino's upper body in his esophagus, the cobra began to swallow in earnest. Zyad gulped, pulling the young Rottweiler deeper into himself as he pushed up with his coils to practically shove Tino into his mouth. The naga's mouth expanded and stretched around the boy's stomach...and then Zyad pushed more, briefly brushing Tino's chubbing cock with nose and getting a strong whiff of his prostatic fluid. The faint notes of body odor and the sweetness of the boy's sap was like a fine vintage for Zyad, and the cobra sighed blissfully before he gulped again, now engulfing Tino's whole crotch in his mouth, cock, sheath, and ball-free groin all together. The taste of Tino's pre was even better than the smell, and Zyad's tongue swirled over the Rottweiler's cock, lapping up the silky, slimy fluid, before he gulped again.

Tino squirmed again as Zyad teased his cock with his tongue...before his member then rubbed against the slimy insides of Zyad's mouth, sliding over the ridges and bumps present in the snake's palate...and Zyad could feel Tino's erection stiffen further with the added stimulation he was providing as he methodically devoured the boy.

Zyad chuckled again, now at his next favorite part of the process. Using his hands to assist himself, he tugged up on Tino's thighs, gently twisting the pup's body this way and that, from side to side to free him. As he did so, Tino started kicking and squirming more vigorously, this time in pain as the cobra's twin cocks rubbed around inside his sore and aching ass, until...

SCHLOP!

With a loud, wet, sucking sound, Zyad pulled Tino free of his cocks. The boy could barely clench his ass, and a solid gush of sludgy, goopy snake cum slopped out of Tino's hole; it spilled over Zyad's softening members and belly scales before dripping down onto the couch, but the cobra worked fast to prevent too much of a mess. With a couple quick, strong gulps as he tilted his head up now, Tino's waist, ass, and upper thighs disappeared between Zyad's lips, while his excess cum began to pool in his jaws.

"Mmmm," Zyad moaned around the canine in his mouth, savoring the taste of his musky cum mixing with the flavors of young boy ass, the taste of a pup who had been properly deflowered.

Now with Tino's legs up in the air and his head tilted back, Zyad gulped again and again, letting gravity and his body's natural peristaltic motion do the majority of the work. Accompanied by the dripping dregs of the cobra's cum now, Tino slid headfirst down the wet, slippery slide of Zyad's throat, wriggling and squeezing through the sections of muscle that propelled him along, deeper into the snake's body. He mumbled and yelped as he kicked and squirmed, but there was no way he could get himself out of Zyad--the cobra would have to regurgitate him, and Zyad wasn't about to do that anytime soon.

With a few more gulps, Zyad slurped over Tino's knees...then his shins and calves...and finally his feet...and then, with one last powerful swallow, the boy's toes disappeared between the snake's jaws. Zyad slurped over the tasty digits that flexed and curled in his mouth, savoring the flavors and textures of Tino's pads, before they slipped down his throat to join the rest of the pup he'd devoured.

Zyad smacked his lips, then belched. "Urrrp! Ah...delicious, puppy...I see many devouring sessions for you in the future, I think..."

Tino was now nothing more than an extra-large, wriggling lump in the cobra's thick body, stretching Zyad's scales like a food baby as he slid along the naga's upper digestive tract. Zyad's body gurgled and shifted to accommodate the heavy meal he'd just ingested...but rather than sending the boy to his primary stomach, which he used to process food for nutrition, Zyad consciously diverted Tino into a branch off of his esophagus and into his secondary stomach.

Zyad, like many other nagas and snakes, possessed the ability to hypnotize his victims, but his particular version of it was based on the chemicals present in his secondary stomach. He, like all the other members of his family, could swallow someone whole and intentionally redirect them into this internal chamber where his body would secrete a naturally-occurring blend of oxygen-rich bile, mucus, neurotransmitters, hormones, and pheromones that his targets would effectively marinade in. The mind-altering fluids would seep in through pores in the skin and through open orifices, allowing individuals to breathe while they were put in a trance-like state filled with hallucinogenic visions and subconscious commands from Zyad. When he chose to regurgitate his victims, they would be effectively brainwashed and bent to his will.

And it was this fate that was in store for Tino as he squeezed through the final sphincter that led to Zyad's secondary stomach. The Rottweiler slimily flopped headfirst into the tight, fleshy chamber and curled around himself in the fetal position as the rest of his body exited from Zyad's throat. Free to open his muzzle at last and move his arms and legs a little more now, Tino started yelping as he pushed at the walls that surrounded him on all sides.

"Pleeease! Please, don't eat me like this! Let me out! I-I'll do anything you want, I swear!" the pup cried.

Zyad chuckled and patted the large bulge in his belly as he listened to Tino's muffled pleas for freedom.

"Don't worry about a thing, puppy, you'll wake up in the morning, I promise...just thinking a little differently, that's all. Now...just settle in and rest...go to ssssleep," Zyad hissed as he raised himself unsteadily from the couch, weaving slightly to adjust to his new center of gravity thanks to Tino's added weight. With his softening cocks still hanging from his genital slit, the cobra lazily slithered to the closet where he had stowed his blazer and pulled out one of the fresh towels that Sven had supplied for him. As he wiped himself down and cleaned off the residual cum that clung to his body, Zyad continued, "I'll see you after we land and you've had some time getting your brain rewired."

"Pleeeeheeeheeeease!" Tino continued to whine and wriggle but Zyad just tutted to himself and shook his head.

"Oh, hush in there, boy...you'll be fine," he sighed tiredly--he knew that the boy would tucker himself out soon, it would just be a matter of time.

Indeed, by the time that Zyad had finished wiping himself down, changed into a comfortable polo shirt, and laid the towel on the couch to help soak up some of the mess he and Tino had made, the pup in his secondary stomach had quieted down to the point that he must have either finally passed out from exhaustion or had simply given up and accepted that he was stuck. Either way, Tino would sleep well inside the serpent's belly and wake up after Zyad had vomited him up as a new obedient slave, still aware of himself, his situation, and his surroundings, but compelled to follow the serpent's orders.

Satisfied now that Tino had settled down and his cocks had retracted back into his genital slit at last, Zyad made his way up to the galley to pour himself a glass of wine and pull out the dinner that Sven had left for him in the oven. After responding to a few more messages while he ate and polishing off his meal of lamb chops and risotto (which went to his primary stomach), Zyad started getting ready for bed. He stowed his dirty dishes and tossed the garbage into the bin before he freshened up in the lavatory and procured a pillow and blanket from storage, which he used to make up a comfortable sleeping space on the couch.

As he pressed a button to close the jet's window shades and dim the cabin lights, Zyad called, "Sven, can you give me a wakeup call an hour before we land?"

"Yes, sir. Turning in?" the lynx in the cockpit asked over the speakers.

"Oh yeah, been a long day," Zyad replied with a yawn. He then patted the bulge in his stomach where Tino was resting--by now, the chamber would have been flooded with the chemicals that would put the boy into a deep slumber and condition him to follow Zyad's commands, and the only movement that the cobra felt now was the occasional squirm of the boy's unconscious movements as he slept. "And a very busy one at that."

Sven chuckled. "I hear that. Gotta say, nicely done on the kid, boss."

Zyad smirked in the dark as he settled into his makeshift bed, pulling the blanket over himself--in the back of his mind, he knew that the lynx had been listening over the open radio channel into the cabin, just as Sven always listened for anything his boss might need. Sven had heard the audio for all of Zyad's exploits in the plane, from the very first boy that the cobra had brought aboard to Tino this evening. It had become such a normalized part of the routine that Zyad had almost forgotten that the lynx was always listening in, but it was fun to be reminded that he had a pleased audience and to hear some feedback on his latest conquest.

"Heh, you enjoyed the show?" the cobra asked.

"Oh yeah, you had me cranking it good up here, blew a fat load aaaall over the instrument panel," Sven sniggered.

Zyad yawned again as he lay on his back and closed his eyes, settling in for the night. "P...please tell me you cleaned it up and some of your jizz won't cause a malfunction with my plane," he said drowsily.

"Heh, no worries, I got it cleaned up alright...oh wait, fuel control's acting up, we've only got a quarter of a tank left"

Zyad stirred, suspicious. "What?"

Sven laughed. "Nah, just kidding, all good up here, boss. Oh, before I forget, you want me to forward anything ahead to declare with customs when I enter our airspace?"

Zyad settled again; sleepy and content, he didn't even have to think about his answer. "No, just the usual paperwork and my passport information."

There was no need to declare the fact he was bringing an undocumented foreign national--and a minor at that--into his home country. When border patrol agents would enter his jet on the ground for their routine customs inspection, all they would see would be a cobra returning from an international business trip with a large meal supposedly digesting in his belly. They would have no clue that he was smuggling in his new souvenir from Aghadi City, nor would they be wise to the fact that he would regurgitate his souvenir and rape the slime-covered boy again in the back of his car on his way home from the airport...

"You got it boss. Sweet dreams," Sven replied before going quiet for the night.

Zyad breathed deeply as he drifted off--his dreams would certainly be sweet that evening. Already he was replaying the memories of Tino's wide, frightened eyes gazing up at him...the look of betrayal on the boy's face when he realized he was going to get neutered and have his tail chopped off...the scream he made when he got branded...the way he looked with his new piercings...

While Zyad's twin cocks were already starting to push against his genital slit once more, the cobra nodded off with a smile on his lips and the lump in his stomach gurgled and squirmed again.