Charlie and His Lovely Assistant - Reupload
I reuploaded the first chapter of the Charlie and Logan series but gave it a proper ending this time, adding a bit more onto the chapter itself. If you've already read the story, feel free to re-read or if you're not much into re-reading, just skip down to the end and read the addition I've made
At the crocodile park in Florida a show was in progress, people flocked to see what was known as the Friendly Killer Show. A young man named Logan was the handler of a crocodile named Charlie who swam beneath the dark waters of the pen, his hair was short and dark brown, his body was lithe, and he wore glasses, standing at five foot eleven. The lad climbed onto the rock where trainers were supposed to stand, the crowd watched an anticipation. "Charlie~!" The boy called, shortly after, the water began to swell until a fourteen foot long reptile emerged from it. Charlie dragged his large, heavy looking body toward the boy, hissing loudly but it was a greeting more than anything. The reptile was dropping his guard with a long exhale, the boy kneeling down to rub the side of his muzzle while the crowd gasped. "There's a good boy." He cooed, the miniature microphone clipped to his shirt collar amplifying his voice so the crowd could hear him. They let out a sigh of relief as the crocodile seemed to be rather friendly but they were in for a treat. Logan sat down and coaxed the dangerous reptile into his lap, the croc obliged and rolled over to expose his belly like a dog would, allowing him to rub. The crowd seemed to 'aw' on cue, the white belly was easily seen from the stands.
They had a start, however, when a couple of the other crocs had slid out of the water. Charlie rolled back over and stood between them and his trainer, hissing and keeping his maw wide open in a display of aggression while the other crocs did the same. They moved closer to eachother before the other two backed off and slipped back into the dark pool of shadows. Charlie came back to Logan and layed down across his lap again, a bit angry. "Thanks buddy..." the lad murmured. Charlie rumbled happily in the boy's lap, the vibrations making him wriggle and laugh. "That tickles, stop!" He cried, laying back and trying to pull his legs out from under his belly. The croc just moved over and layed across the boy, his large rutter-like tail slowly swaying as he pushed his snout against the boy's neck, still rumbling happily which made the boy kick and slide his feet against the rock below. His cheeks were bright red and he panted a bit, embarrassed from being pinned down by the reptile, an erection forming from the attention.
"Come on, buddy, we got a crowd to please." He laughed nervously, the audiance laughed with him, Charlie let out an annoyed grumble before he moved off. Logan sat up before standing, Charlie tried to stand as well, his hind legs wobbled as they supported his weight just barely before he came back down on all fours. The crowd wow'd at the 'trick' when Logan hadn't really prompted him to stand, he was doing it on his own. He tried to roll with it but his guilt for lying made him stumble over his performance. "a-are you copying me?" He asked, pretending to sound annoyed and put his hands on his hips to which Charlie let out a yawning hiss, the crowd laughing again. He smiled nervously, the crocodilian strode up and put his head between the boy's legs, then lifted up to knock him forward. Logan landed face down ontop of the croc whom carried him around in a display. "Whoa~! Hey, take it easy!" He cried, the crowd laughing as Charlie ran the show, the boy squirming until he was finally able to roll off of him. The Croc grinned and grabbed his pants leg in his teeth and pulled his pants down and exposing his undergarments to the crowd. The reptile let go and allowed Logan to pull his pants back up, the crowd was in tears as Charlie gave a big croc grin. "If you wanted me to put out so bad, you could have asked." Logan replied, rolling with what Charlie gave him, luckily the children in the audiance didn't understand what 'putting out' was so the joke remained ambiguous.
Soon it was time for the grande finale, something he and Charlie had been practicing for a while now, the reptile slipped into the inky water and waited by the edge. Logan took off his shoes and socks, rolling up his pants, raised a finger toward the crowd before stepping onto Charlie's back who sank into the water with his weight but eventually bottomed out. Charlie started to use his tail to push himself through the water, carrying the boy around the pool a few laps while the crowd cheered. He waved, trying to keep as still as possible, the small currents threatening to knock him off of his reptile life raft. Charlie soon docked by the rock, allowing Logan to climb off, the croc's nose emerging from the water to breathe. He bowed to the crowd and waved to them. "That's all we have for tonight, thanks for coming!" The audiance slowly started to file out of the arena, talking to eachother about what they had just saw, Logan giving Charlie as soft smile as he watched from the water.
After the crowd had dispersed and he was getting ready to close up the park he found Charlie inside the pen, waiting on the rock. "What are you doing up here, Charlie?" He asked in a concerned voice, stepping into the pen and crouching down to rub under his chin. "Hm?" He cooed, as if the Croc could answer him, though he was about to get his answer as the reptile's large muzzle slipped under the boy's rump, bringing his head up and flinging him over onto his belly, rolling the boy off of him he hooked his muzzle under his side and flipped him again, forcing him onto his belly before settling overtop. The croc rumbling all the while, a mating signal as he leaned his head down to grip the back of the boy's shirt, dragging him a short distance toward the edge of the pen before taking some steps back to bite down on his pants again, pulling them down. The boy rolled back onto his back once his pants were down, trying to kick off of the rock and slide away. "Ch-Charlie!" He chided. "Bad!" He wagged a finger at him, this only served to make the crocodile more dominant, asserting his control by biting down onto the boy's wrist, albiet gently. Using the sensative nerves beneath his gums to distinguish pressure from crushing pressure, providing a firm but gentle grip as he yanked him back until he was belly against the rock again. The reptile, then let him go and proceeded to climb back ontop of the poor lad, pulling his underwear down before settling down.
Now naked and shivering, his cheeks bright red he felt the reptile starting to grind his hips against his bare rump, wriggling in resistance to the crocodile only to be met with the same grip on his wrist but around the back of his neck to hold him in place. Logan let out a soft gasp, freezing instantly, feeling the incessant grinding from a wet male vent. Charlie's hind legs pushed up behind the boy's knees, forcing them to spread while his claws pressed down on Logan's arms by the elbows, pinning them down as he did the deed. After a while the grinding bore fruit, the large, slippery appendage grinding over bare flesh for now as it slipped between the boy's crack. The hot spear of flesh spread pre over and between the boy's firm rump, shooting the occassional squirt over the small of his back. Logan shivered and wriggled a bit more only to recieve a warning from the croc, an audible hiss and rumble which caused him to freeze again, deciding to punish the boy he drew back. He shook his hips a bit until the tip pressed between his cheeks before bucking forward, pumping hard against the boy's taint. He let out a loud gasp and gripped the rocks a bit from the prod, another prod but this time a bit lower, aiming randomly for his pucker. After a few more tries the head pushes inside, shooting a spurt of pre almost instantly before it slipped out again, soon rammed back inside. Logan felt tears running down his face as the crocodile slowly started to seat himself inside of him, leathery hips grinding back and forth as he started to breed the human boy, rumbling and enjoying the control he had over him. After a while, the burning and stretching slowly subsided as more and more slick pre lubed him up inside, pulsing maleness grinding over his sensative prostate, causing him to moan unwillingly. He involuntarily clenched up, making the croc hiss and suddenly ram harder to get passed the sudden resistance, ramming it down to the hilt before he continued fucking the poor boy. Logan cried out, the feeling of being dominated by his reptile made his soul sing with appreciation, the feeling of that thick maleness grinding over his sensative gland made his cock throb and leak just as much as Charlie's.
As Charlie grew close, he gripped down harder, panting in loud hisses and bellows as he mated his beloved trainer. He made the perfect breed despite not being female or reptile, the croc didn't care, he loved the boy and wanted payment for the show he had put on, grinding and huffing. The animal didn't have as much stamina as a human and soon exploded inside of the boy, hissing loudly and letting go of Logan's neck, resting his muzzle ontop of his head. He stayed buried inside of the young male, rumbling contentedly as Logan started to squirm now that his neck was free. Despite his exhaustion, Logan managed to squirm out from under the leviathan, crawling away from a pleased reptile whom simply grinned. As it turns out, Logan had came around the same time as the reptile, though he hadn't noticed until he had saw the tell-tale stain on his smooth belly and the rock where they had consumated while another, smaller patch of white was where the croc had blown his load and recieved a 'refund'. The boy was beat red in the face and struggled to stand, wobbling a bit and being forced to pull his pants up and walk bow-legged out to his car while Charlie let out a hissing laugh. Logan was stunned and just wanted to get home, not sure what to make of what just happened. The events swimming through his head as the afterglow threatened to collapse him then and there, swaying back and forth like a drunk out into the parking lot.
The Next day, it was showtime again, nothing seemed to be that different, they performed their routine though Charlie would tend to flirt with Logan during the show. The audiance was on edge, the scene either being intimate or on the edge of violent, it was hard to tell since the mammoth reptilians had a nasty reputation. Charlie would use the end of his snout to flip the boy down on his belly whenever he got the chance and climbed ontop of him, Charlie wasn't so stupid as to try and rut the boy with such a crowd but he wanted them to know who was the master here, letting out a mating bellow to tease Logan with the intense vibrations and make the crowd jump from the sheer volume of the growl. The reptilian eventually got off of Logan once his point had been made, the show must go on after all. They performed their latest show stopper together, though it was a bit risky since it could completely horrify the audience if it wasn't done right. Charlie knew his role, gaping his toothy maw wide for Logan to kneel down, first placing his head between the gator's dripping jaws, both hands on either side of Charlie's muzzle.
The trick had been performed so many times and they weren't about to let their bond be squandered on such a tame feat. Logan removed his head from Charlie's muzzle to take off his waterproof shirt, returning his head as well as his hands to Charlie's maw as he gently eased them in along with his head. The crocodilian tongue below acting like a firm water bed as his cheek pressed against the slimy appendage, Charlie let out a happy growl at the taste of Logan's bare flesh, eager to move on as he shuffled forward to push his muzzle over Logan's shoulders. Logan blushed as he heard the crowd gasp, using his knees he also moved closer to Charlie, his chest and belly now joined the rest of him in Charlie's cavernous maw. Logan reached back to pull off his waterproof slacks, leaving him in his underwear before Charlie lifted his muzzle up, pulling the boy gently deeper into that waiting maw of his. Once the boy's knees were passed Charlie's teeth he pulled them in and hugged them to his chest to assume fetal position. Charlie murred happily as he closed his jaws around the boy, not entirely able to close his muzzle completely but the loose flesh on the underside of his muzzle bulged out as he carried the boy around the pen in his now engorged mouth.
The crowd was on pins and needles, the more versed members of the audience intrigued by Charlie's strange behavior for a crocodile while the ignorant just waited for what they deemed as inevitable, they waited for crew members to rush into the pen, to try to pry Charlie's muzzle open and exume the boy before he became Croc food. Inside Charlie's maw, Logan was curled up, croc saliva dripping down onto his body in slow intervals to slide over the more intimate curves of his slender form. His cheeks were bright red in embarrassment as he formed an erection within, glad they couldn't see it. As Charlie breathed, he felt a rush of hot, stagnant air breeze passed him and between Charlie's blunted teeth. The crowd wondered why the emergency crew weren't moving a muscle as Charlie slipped into the water around the island in the middle, opening his muzzle as wide as he could before swishing the water through his open muzzle, trying to use the water to carry Logan out of his muzzle. He got stuck a few times but eventually Charlie was able to dislodge the boy. Logan waved to the crowd which cheered from their anticipation finally being rewarded with a positive answer, rather than the trick itself. Charlie just grumbled to himself, a little disappointed that he couldn't swallow the boy and feel him squirming through his insides.
Luckily, the cold water reduced the size of Logan's erection to where he was comfortable enough to climb out of the pond and gather up his uniform and re-don them, sighing happily as their trick had gone off without a hitch. Charlie, however, was busy fantasizing if he HAD swallowed Logan, the thought of him struggling and squirming into his belly, distending it, before being pushed through his intestines as a still wriggling mass. He relished the idea of being able to send the boy through his insides again and again, of course his fantasies were met with harsh reality since he couldn't control what his body did with Logan and knew that if he had decided to indulge, he'd never see him again. He couldn't bear the idea of life without him, so he decided to do the next best thing: Enjoy the fantasies for what they were and get Logan alone again tonight...