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Delvin liked his job. That alone put him in the category of ‘very weird.’

The checkerbelly snake was considered a pretty odd one in general. One of the ‘class clown’ types in school, but his grades had been top-notch. Outgoing with others, but apparently not having any ‘close’ friends. Always dressing lightly, an open vest and loose shorts, making sure to show off that highly colorful scale pattern all over his body - he was attention-getting in a lot of ways, for sure. And everyone would say he was more than smart enough to apply himself and get a good career, but he was content to work in a hole-in-the-wall mini-mart, and the late-night shift at that. Most didn’t understand this, but they would readily confess that Delvin was hard to understand.

For Delvin, though, it was relatively simple. He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life, so why rush into something? Spending time working as he read up on various possible paths in life, enjoying his youth while he had the opportunity. He was 22, in no rush for college, he’d been working the late shift for years and he would keep doing so as long as he was able - the fact that he showed up routinely essentially guaranteed he wouldn’t be fired for anything less than outright stealing from the register. Especially for the night shift - most people wouldn’t have touched that one, but for Delvin it was a boon, he actually much preferred being up at night and had fallen in quite nicely to the nocturnal schedule.

He worked at a gas station on a major highway - the ol’ Pump ’N Dump. The name was far from flattering, someone certainly had a sense of humor when they came up with it, possibly one that wasn’t really in line with most other senses of humor out there. But that was part of the appeal to Delvin - HE found it funny. Crude humor rarely failed to get a giggle out of him, the lewd and deviant were things he enjoyed. The night shift was usually quite quiet, customers would trickle in here and there but if he got more than two an hour it might as well have been called a rush. Delvin’s tasks were simple - keep things clean, watch the store, serve customers when they came in, and keep trouble out of the way. Trouble was rare, and when it popped up, Delvin was adept at handling it - he was big, close to seven-foot and not exactly the slender type of snake. He’d have trouble against a guy his size, he wasn’t exactly a scrapper, but being as big as he was typically made most think twice about starting something.

The rest of the time, he could do whatever he wanted that wasn’t illegal. Which usually meant reading or playing video games, pretty much a coin flip whether one would see him doing either one on a given night. Tonight, it was a book - something on the occult, demon summoning, types of demons, and all that. All things which Delvin was absolutely fascinated in - the paranormal, the supernatural, the odd and suspicious, all of it grabbed and squeezed his interest like one of his feral kin. It didn’t matter whether it was true or not to him, he liked the stories either way - but he also enjoyed seeing what was true, or what at least had grains of truth to it. After all, the truth could also be an interesting story, sometimes even more so than the fictions.

Engrossed as he was in the book, he still caught the sound of the jingling bell as the door opened. Looking up, Delvin saw a human enter - and immediately his bullshit radar was pinging. The human was pale, with unkempt brown hair and dark clothing, fidgety and nervous, and keeping one hand firmly in a jacket pocket. He was looking around a lot, which was something that only tended to happen when someone didn’t want to be seen. It was POSSIBLE it was nothing - maybe the human was one of those ‘high but harmless’ types - but he looked a little too lucid compared to most of those Delvin saw who had partaken of something. He’d seen his share of that - night brought out the weirdos, whether in the gas station or not. He decided to be proactive, rising up to his full height and stepping behind the register. “Can I help you?”

“Uh…” The human hesitated, looking around again. “Y-yeah…can I get a couple of the, uh, two-dollar scratchies?”

“ID.” Delvin half-expected that to throw the human completely off his game, even though it was a routine request. But to his surprise, the human fumbled into his pocket and pulled out his wallet - all with his left hand, the right was still conspicuously and stubbornly stuck inside that jacket pocket. The ID was in a window in the wallet, the name visible - Grant Peerless. Possibly fake, but there was nothing obvious to suggest it. Delvin slid the wallet back over and stepped back to get two scratch-off tickets. “Care what kind?”

“Nah, nah…” The human tried to sound casual, even as he sounded more suspicious - scratch-off lottery tickets weren’t exactly the most common impulse buys, people tended to have favorites.

All suspicious, but suspicions weren’t enough to do anything about, so Delvin picked up two of the $2 tickets and brought them over towards the register. “Hope you know you’ve got to pay for these in cash,” he remarked as he set them on the counter.

“Yeah, yeah…” Grant looked around again, and then right at Delvin. “Cash sounds good…in fact, I think I’ll have all the cash in the register, too. And you don’t wanna cross me, I’ve got a gun in this pocket here.” The human pushed something forward, making it look like something was poking out. “Make it quick, I got places I wanna go tonight.”

Ah, yes, there it was. Delvin heard stories about this, of course - gas station mini-marts were popular places for robberies. They had money, they were small, they were accessible, and late at night, it was rare that anyone was going to intervene. Company policy was to comply and call the police…but Delvin wasn’t about to do that tonight. The human’s rather pitiful finger gun wasn’t threatening at all - his hand was not at all in a position where someone with a firearm would be holding it, particularly if the pockets were as small as they looked. Grant was also a good foot and change shorter than Delvin, and looked scrawny as could be…Delvin wasn’t worried about who’d come out better in a tussle. No, this wasn’t a time for the cops, this was a time to fulfill a fantasy.

Step 1: play dumb. “I don’t understand what you mean. I’m not giving you cash, you’re supposed to give ME cash. That’s how this whole store thing works.”

Grant twitched a bit, and now it was getting clear that this was agitation, not inebriation. If he was on something, it wasn’t enough to dull him. “Are you simple, snake? Hand over the money. This is a robbery.”

Step 2: keep attention on him. Delvin leaned forward, eyes directed straight at the human’s gaze. “No.”

“Oh, you are making a mistake, man, I don’t want to shoot you, but I will. You don’t mean anything to me.” Grant was sounding more nervous than the words suggested, clearly not comfortable with his bluff being called. Delvin wasn’t worried - people who actually had guns tended to talk less and show them more. “Just hand it over, I know you’re supposed to just give up the money if you’re being robbed.”

Step 3: confuse and confound. Delvin’s gaze didn’t break from Grant’s. “I’m not being robbed.”

Grant blinked, thrown by that. “The fuck’re you talking about? Are you actually simple? I told you to give me the money!”

“No, you didn’t.”

“What are you…” Grant was trying to wrap his head around it, Delvin could tell. “I’ve got a gun, this is a robbery…”

He was starting to sound less sure of himself the longer he looked into Delvin’s eyes - eyes which were currently working their magic at the moment, swirling with color as they projected their power into the human. Hypnosis, the power of suggestion…some people thought it was as hokum as anything, but Delvin knew better. It was real, it just wasn’t easy to pull off, requiring skill and talent and an innate capacity to project something onto the minds of another…and what a moment it had been for Delvin to learn that he had that capacity. He’d gotten to practicing on others, honing the craft and learning just what he could do with it.

“No, you don’t. You don’t have a gun, and this isn’t a robbery.”

“Ah…I…” Grant was blinking, but his gaze wasn’t breaking; his right hand slipped out of his jacket pocket, betraying his utter lack of armaments, as if his bluff hadn’t been thin before. “What…are you…that’s…that’s what I have to be here for…”

“No, it’s not. You’re here for a hook-up.”

“A…hook-up? N-no, I’m not…I don’t, ah, swing that way…”

“Sure you do. Why else would you be here for a hook-up?” Delvin smirked as Grant’s expression got more confused. The human certainly…well, probably didn’t swing that way…that wouldn’t last long.

When he’d dived into hypnosis training, he never would have expected where it would lead. Hypnosis was nice and all, but it was limited - it was the power of suggestion, but suggestions didn’t have to be adhered to, and they didn’t actually change much of anything - a person under hypnosis would refuse to do anything they didn’t want to do when normally awake. But what Delvin could do went beyond that - which he found out when he zonked a very straight acquaintance, jokingly suggested he blow him, and got that acquaintance slurping on one of his dicks with barely any hesitation. Delvin had the power of suggestion, but even beyond that, he had the power of imposition. A natural master of hypnotic power, strong enough that he COULD break through that barrier and write onto the minds of others. There were maybe a dozen of them the world over, and they were considered highly dangerous, so Delvin was keeping his talent quiet…he didn’t have any desire to turn someone’s brain into mush or anything like that, but would others trust that? Probably not.

But…and here was the big but…he was more than willing to ‘tweak’ things. He did present himself as an average hypnotist, and he used that opening to have influences. A female friend wanting help overcoming anxiety to ask out a boy she liked…Delvin applied just a couple of little twists, and now not only was she with him, she wore the pants in their relationship. Another acquaintance wanting help to quit smoking…that one felt like it should have been harder, but Delvin had installed a severe nausea reaction to cigarettes that was enough to break him away despite the addiction. A brat bringing someone in to hypnotize him into being his boyfriend…Delvin got them both, tweaking the brat into submission and his intended victim into power. Most probably wouldn’t have approved, but Delvin felt fine with things like that - he was helping them, sometimes in intended ways, sometimes in somewhat more than intended ways.

This wasn’t going to be help - this was going to be pure fantasy fulfillment. And Delvin felt nice and eager for that…sure, maybe it would only be a ‘tweak’ but it was going to change a few things pretty significantly for Grant. But it would be good for him! And for Delvin. Mostly for Delvin.

Those eyes bored into Grant as he started pushing harder. “You’re here for a hook-up, and possibly more. You saw an ad online that I posted, looking for a possible pet to service me. You’ve always wanted to be pet to a sexy snake, you can’t help but be drawn to them, particularly colorful ones like myself.” No such ad had been posted, but Delvin wouldn’t have been beyond it, if that was how he wanted it - he liked the idea of having a master/pet arrangement, particularly with a human pet.

Grant was still fighting it, but not very hard. “Nnn…no, that’s not…I’m not…snakes aren’t…I…nnnhhh…you’re messing with me…”

“Why would I be messing with you? Why else would you be here? You’re not armed. You’re clearly weaker than I am. And you weren’t interested in buying anything.” A key element of reducing resistance was truth, even if not the entire truth. Three clearly accurate statements were easy for the brain to buy into and allowed the narrative to be weaved more effectively, and he could tell Grant was falling under the spell. Now to up the ante. “Besides, I can see the lust in you. How aroused you are by my colorful scales. How much more heated you’re getting seeing me in such revealing clothes. How eager you are to see for yourself that the stories they tell about us are true.”

“I…I…ah…the…the stories?” Grant’s unfocused eyes were blinking a bit. “You…you mean…about…you having two dicks?”

Delvin smirked. That was ALWAYS the thing people were curious about. And Grant feeding into it showed he was on his way to success. “I’d be more than happy to show you personally…but first you’re going to have to get out of those clothes. After all, I’m not going to be the only one naked around here, and my pet doesn’t get to wear clothes if I don’t have them on.”

Grant hesitated again, but not verbally this time, and with another mental push, Delvin got him moving his hand up to his jacket zipper. The fingers fumbled with the zipper a bit, caught on the precipice…and then slowly it was slid down, drawing the jacket open to reveal a rather ratty shirt underneath. As the human slid the jacket off, Delvin slipped off his own vest, adding to the view, roping Grant in further, feeling the resistance ebb away slowly in the human’s addled mind. The more he disrobed, the more Grant would fully buy into the implanted narrative, excising anything that was contrary to it - including his prior sexual preferences.

Indeed, he could see that there was a growing stiffness in Grant’s worn and faded jeans with ratty cuffs…everything about Grant spoke of grunginess and mess, which probably described his life pretty well. This was almost doing the human a favor…almost. “That’s right…aren’t you eager to get started? You’ve probably dreamed of a chest like this to be pressed against as you take it up the tailpipe, muscular, powerful, sexy, smooth…” He put himself forth a bit more in Grant’s vision, the human still locked on him as he continued to discard clothing - kicking his shoes aside, holey socks joining them slowly after, and then his jeans coming down, showing dingy and stained boxers which were tented, albeit not very impressively. Which Delvin was happy to seize on. “And I’ll bet you’ve been eager to find a superior male to serve, since you know you’re not endowed enough to be the one on top. It’s so much less pressure being a bottom, your size doesn’t matter at all…”

Grant nodded, just a little bit, and absently, but clearly registering the words, even agreeing with them. He started to pull at his shirt, but Delvin compelled him to stop - while Grant was under pretty deep, he didn’t want to lose eye contact with him for too long. “You don’t want that shirt…it’s old, grungy, full of holes. Just pull it apart.” No longer was there any hesitation on the human’s part, as he gripped one of the holes near the collar and pulled at it, tearing the fabric haphazardly down to the bottom, and then up through the collar. Fumbling a bit, he got it off like with the jacket, letting it flop to the floor.

“Good pet. Now…you know why you’re here?”

“I…I’m here…because I wanted…to know if you wanted me to be your pet,” Grant said haltingly, mostly monotonically. “Because…snakes are so sexy…and…I’ve…wanted a master…for a while…”

“That’s right. Once you take off those boxers, you won’t even think about backing out, you’ll stick through it until I’ve dumped a load in your ass. And you know that’s what you want…so drop them.”

It was endlessly pleasing how quickly Grant complied - Delvin may have been used to how easily he could work his way into someone’s mind, but he didn’t think he’d ever truly get tired of it. Once the human’s boxers were on the floor, he knew there was no risk of losing his hold on him - Grant was his thrall at the very least until he pumped him nice and full. The human didn’t exactly look impressive when disrobed, not that he had beforehand…pasty and pale, scrawnier than even his initial impression, underwhelming in the undercarriage. Exactly what Delvin thought made for a perfect human pet.

He stepped around the counter now, discarding his shorts as he stepped up to Grant directly, grinning into those semi-blank eyes. “Lick my slit, pet. Show me how well you please your master.”

Grant dropped to his knees in front of Delvin, immediately pushing his face into the snake’s groin and letting his tongue start lapping at that scaly slit. A light hiss escaped Delvin, a hand going to the human’s head as he pushed into him, trying to get that organ just a little bit deeper. Although still under a deep hypnosis, Grant’s actions were a bit snappier now than when they’d started, his mind filling in the gaps as needed - but he was still not totally as fresh as he’d be when fully awake. That was fine, though, he’d be fully awake and doing this soon enough. For now, Delvin just wanted to complete the rewiring and complete the fantasy.

Still, he was pleased with just how EAGER Grant was now. Once those inhibitions came off and that induced sexual rewiring came in, the human clearly had little holding him back. All the better, an eager pet was the best kind of pet. Delvin put his hand on Grant’s head and shoved him deeper anyway, making sure to provide extra assertion that he was in charge, the powerful and controlling master - physical contact was effective for that, especially when they were pliable. “That’s right, this slit is what you’ve been craving. You love the taste, you love the feel, you love the scent…I can tell how aroused you are, diving into my slit like this just makes you harder, doesn’t it?”

No verbal response from Grant, but he didn’t expect any anyway. And it wasn’t long before they had to move on, as things got rather tight in there…he pulled Grant’s head back as his twin sticks emerged. Reddish in color, quite lengthy, not the thickest out there on their own but together they made for a pretty robust girth, with slightly thicker rings in the center and at the far end of each shaft, slightly flatter where the two could meet together. Those dually-endowed were blessed with the ability to use one or both at the same time, and any of them would tell you that when both got action, it was far better than just using one at a time. Of course, not everything could easily accept both, but Delvin didn’t necessarily need both of them inside at the same time, so long as they were both getting attention. Which was why he pushed Grant towards the tip of only one of them, and gave the order. “Start sucking on this one, slut, and get your hands working on the other. Don’t forget about either one, you only have two things you need to think about, and that’s these.”

Grant dutifully complied, opening up and accepting the cock on his left into his maw. Long though it was, one of them wasn’t as thick as it could be, and Delvin was pretty sure even a relative novice could handle it. The human’s hand went up to the one on his right, stroking over it and squeezing and pumping, somewhat clumsily - he clearly didn’t know how to deal with the middle ring, and the size of it was a bit more than he was clearly used to. “Now, now, if you want to be a snake’s pet, you’re going to have to get better at this. Don’t try to rub past the ring, just work on that part and then move up to the other section. And feel free to give the ring a bit of a squeeze as well, that feels good.”

Again no response from Grant, but his hands did as instructed, getting a bit steadier and more effective at working him over. His throat was fighting a bit more, and Delvin decided he needed to work on that more now. “Relax, bitch, you’re gonna be fine. Loosen up your throat. If you feel yourself gagging, hold it back. I’m not gonna make you take it past the ring. This time.” Grant did seem to relax a bit on this new order, and finally Delvin was able to slip his wider tip into that throat and get in deeper. A long hiss escaped him as he craned his head back, the grip on Grant’s head tightening as he started to rock back and forth a bit. It wasn’t top-of-the-line oral, but provided he did this all right, he’d have plenty of chances to teach Grant to step up his game a bit.

He did check down to make sure Grant was still under his thrall - confident as he was, he didn’t want to get complacent, not with his cock close to rather painful teeth. But no, there was no sign Grant was even trying to fight it…the human was moaning a bit at he sucked Delvin off, stroked and squeezed and pumped his other half, sending thrills of pleasure through the snake that were working him up quite nicely. Even if it wasn’t the most skilled pleasure job, the scenario itself was sending Delvin to new highs…forcing someone under his spell and fucking them was without a doubt his biggest fantasy. Sure, maybe it wasn’t technically all above-board, but he couldn’t help his kinks…and it wasn’t like he was constantly indulging. There were a few people he knew he could do this to with their permission, but the ultimate realization of this was truly forcing them...and he wasn’t liable to get in trouble for this one, Grant’s attempted robbery, even pathetic as it was, pretty much ensured that he could be subject to whatever consequences he got, so long as they weren’t excessively damaging. And Delvin certainly had no intentions of damaging him…well, Grant didn’t look like pristine goods to start with, to be sure, but in Delvin’s eyes he was just making him better.

Keyed up as he was, it wasn’t long before he was feeling that tingle…he started to buck more into Grant’s mouth, gripping the human tighter and using him as his plaything. “Mmf, make sure…to point the other one…at yourself, bitch…I want more mess on you than on the floor.” Partly for the image, and partly because he would have to clean up anything afterwards…Delvin had no illusions that there was going to be no mess at all, but the less he had to do, the better. Grant was complying, angling that other cock at his chest even as he kept squeezing and stroking, humming a bit around the other and sending waves of pleasure through it…

A loud hiss fired out from Delvin’s overstretched maw as he hit that pinnacle, gushing from both barrels as he rode that crest hard. Thick spurts covered Grant inside and out, the dick in his throat bulging a bit as it spewed out virile spunk down the human’s gullet, while the other pasted that pale chest with a healthy dose of man batter. Grant seemed to be handling it all without issue, obediently still as he took everything Delvin had to offer him, the long release ensuring he was both filled and fouled thoroughly. Delvin only pulled back once he was started to trail off, making sure Grant got a proper taste of his seed. “Swallow it down, bitch, and revel in the taste. You’ve always wanted to know how a snake tasted, now you know, and you’ll never be able to get enough of it, now.” He could almost feel the change in Grant, more actively suckling and swallowing around him as he drained the last of Delvin’s climax into his throat. This is too easy…makes me wonder if he was REALLY all that straight before this. Not that it matters much, but it is a little easier to work them into this if they’ve had thoughts like that… So he knew from experience - and one of his favorite friends, the one who was straight as an arrow normally but an eager thrall who wouldn’t hesitate to bend over for him under control; he happened to have a bit of a kink for being ‘forced to gay’ under hypnotic influence, and Delvin was a fantastic outlet for those urges.

Finally, as the last droplets were drained from him, he pulled out of Grant’s mouth, letting the human catch his breath. Another check ensured that Grant was still Delvin’s plaything - sometimes an experience that was a bit too much for them could kick their mind back into gear, particularly if there was some kind of inner resistance…if they were into it, Delvin could go just about as hard as he wanted and it wouldn’t bust them out, but Grant hadn’t been that eager to start out. On the flip side, a good imposing experience like sex tended to strengthen his control if it didn’t kick them out, and Delvin was grinning as he confirmed Grant was still under…he was getting ever closer to having his pet for sure. Just one more thing he could do, and he was pretty sure it’d all be finished. “Not bad, pet…but you’re feeling needy, aren’t you? That poor hard cock of yours just begging to be set off…you want me to let you feel that, don’t you?”

“Y-yes…sir…p-please…I want…to cum…” Grant’s voice was still hesitant and off, but there was a clear desire in it despite that, Delvin certainly wasn’t going to miss that. And the human’s underwhelming endowment was certainly backing that up, hard and leaky, dribbles of pre marring the store floor.

“Well, I’ll let you cum, but only from my cocks pounding your ass. So if you really want that orgasm, you’d better turn over onto your hands and knees and let me have a go at you. Best get on those clothes, the floor’s probably not going to be that comfortable.” Something Delvin knew he’d have to specify, Grant’s fuzzy mind wasn’t going to think about that in the moment, and he wanted his pet to be comfortable - the better the experience was, the more likely it would enact the enduring changes that Delvin wanted.

Grant was quickly obedient once again, pulling his discorded clothes close and planting himself on top of them, and then reducing himself to his arms and knees, his ass offered up to Delvin dutifully. A sexy sight that the snake couldn’t help but drink in for a bit, he always loved the look of a submissive human…there was something about that that was better than just about any other sub, even though he was more than happy to take any of them if they were offering. He reached behind the counter to grab a bottle from underneath, a small lube bottle that he used for jerking off sometimes while he was bored...eventually his pet would learn to take him with just his natural aid, but the first time probably needed something to smooth it, lest he wreck the impression.

He slicked down his cocks with a good bit of the lube, making sure especially the outer sides were nice and lubed. He then knelt down behind Grant and worked a couple of fingers in, smearing some of that slick stuff around, getting a nice thorough coating set up at least in the entrance area. Grant was moaning from just this treatment, clenching a bit around those clawed digits. “Ah-ah, relax, you’re gonna need to be a lot less tight when you get what I’m gonna give you.” That command got him to loosen again, letting Delvin finish the job as much as he could…there was only so far he could get in and his cocks were going to go a lot deeper, but the hardest part would be the start of it. Shuffling behind Grant, he pressed his twins together and positioned them at the human’s anal entrance. “Nice and loose now…don’t worry, I’ll make sure this feels fantastic for you.” Grant merely let out a foggy mewl in response. “Good pet. Try to keep it down, too, I’m the only one who needs to hear you.” Another groan, though it seemed to be affirmation…not exactly the most articulate, but Delvin had learned how to read zonk-speak.

With all that settled, there was only one thing left to do, and Delvin did it: push in. The thicker ring of his heads popped in with less difficulty than he expected - he’d clearly done a pretty good job with the lube. The first half of his twins slid in pretty well after that, being slightly narrower and thus less of a challenge for that passage to handle if he could get the head through…it was a slightly harder push once he started to delve deeper, but he worked it back and forth and loosened Grant up for him. The human was moaning out, crying out even, though keeping his voice down as much as possible as per his order, so it wasn’t too loud…Delvin was glad for that, he didn’t want someone walking by and noticing what was going on, they might get the wrong idea. Or the right idea, but not be as into that.

Delvin focused at first on thrusting back and forth with just the first half of his cocks, starting Grant out easy and loosening him up more. It was letting some of his precum leak inside of Grant, helping to smooth the passage for deeper delving, and more importantly getting Grant used to the feeling before the intensity got heavier. But Delvin had to fight his own impatience, too, he REALLY wanted to start going at the little bitch…his restraint could only last him so long. As soon as he thought it was possible, he thrust in harder, forcing that wider middle ring to bury itself inside, and then drove in to the hilt.

Grant let out a louder cry as he was suddenly stretched out well beyond what he had been before…it was louder than Delvin would have liked, but it went back down quickly. He stayed still for a bit, ensuring that he hadn’t overdone it…it had been a strain for sure on the human, but clearly not enough to take him out of the fog. And he didn’t seem to be in particular discomfort or distress, once the cry had abated he was back to pleasured moans. All good news, and it meant that Delvin could start going again…which he did, with some extra speed now, pulling out just short of that thick ring and then driving back in, his body smacking against Grant’s with wet slaps that splattered fluids and lube all over the place. At least a good bit of it was getting onto the clothes, that would help reduce the clean-up.

Now Delvin was starting to get to be the louder one, his hisses and grunts eclipsing the human’s moans and gasps as he ravaged Grant fiercely, giving him a pounding to remember. And he could tell Grant was enjoying it a lot, with the was his ass was clenching down on Delvin, the slight squirming and arching of the human’s back…no surprise, the human was probably getting his prostate stroked to hell and back. That was the nice thing about that thick ring, Delvin had heard everyone tell him that it was very good for getting their pleasure buttons pressed over and over…people had plenty of misconceptions about it, it didn’t swell out or lock in or anything like that, but considering how useful it was in bringing others pleasure, he didn’t have any problem with what it didn’t do.

Because what it DID was set Grant off. The human cried out loudly again as his orgasm hit, squirting a built-up load of spunk onto his ragged clothes. Delvin forced himself to slow down, taking slower but still long strokes as he helped work that seed out of Grant and let the human revel in his orgasm…that was important as well, it would leave his mind even more pliable. “Yessssss…that’s the pleasure that a snake can bring to you. Doesn’t it feel good? Aren’t you glad you decided to be my pet? All you need to do is let me claim you now…to feel my seed flowing in you, marking you as mine…”

He could almost feel Grant relaxing around him, loosening up as the pleasure high faded away, complacency overtaking him to every level. And Delvin couldn’t help but smile widely as he leaned down over Grant, taking advantage of the human’s surrender…and that was when he pulled out with force, dragging that ring out of the human’s ass, and then slamming in back in to the hilt. Grant cried out again, but it was rapturous, his ass loosened and relaxed enough to take that sudden surge without trouble. And then Delvin did it again, and again, and again…he was holding nothing back now, his own orgasm getting closer by the second as he cut loose and went all out, certain that there was no more chance of him running into any trouble. His excitement building as he prepared for that final step of the conquest, Grant vulnerable and ready for him to lay his claim…

How he managed to keep from yelling out as he hilted and came was beyond Delvin’s thoughts - all he was focused on was his triumph. And that first bolt of seed pulsing through both shafts was utter glory, a release with raw purpose that carried the thrill of victory with it. Grant was moaning and squeezing on him as he defiled that ass with his spunk, pasting the inner walls with snaky semen, delivering a heat to the human that would embed itself indelibly into that vulnerable mind. His grip tightened possessively on Grant, the urge to just bite down on him was incredible but he resisted, that was more likely to cause problems even at this late juncture…but it was definitely something he was going to do eventually. Instead, he hissed loudly into Grant’s ear, rocking back and forth as he gushed out everything he could, his balls working overtime to fill the human and ensure his surrender.

Even when the rush of orgasm ended, the rush of conquest didn’t…Delvin almost felt a bit giddy over it. As fun as his normal shenanigans were, this was even better. Panting a bit, he brought his hand up to Grant’s ear and snapped once, twice, thrice - and almost immediately he felt a shift in the human, a shudder as he came back to awareness. His own little trick for breaking the thrall, there were various ways of doing it but Delvin liked having a consistent cue that worked even on naive individuals. He didn’t even have to tell them about it, it was imparted by his own subconscious when he put them under. “So, pet, did you enjoy your hook-up?”

“Ah…w-wow…that was…I didn’t ever…expect it to be like that…” Grant was panting hard still, his head seemed to still be in a whirl, but that was just from the afterglow now. “I...I guess they were right that I was, ah, just a bitch waiting to be trained…”

“Of course they were. Sometimes you just need the right guy to bring it out of you. So, you think you want to stick with this arrangement, then?”

“Ah, h-hell yes…I really want to keep doing this, this feels so good…”

“Excellent…I was more than approving myself, you were quite good for a first-timer, it won’t be long before you’re excellently broken in.” Delvin’s glee went further than that, but he wasn’t going to say more out loud. But it was as good as he ever could have hoped - Grant’s original reason for being here had vanished from his mind completely, the human was convinced that he had come there for the hook-up and nothing else. A perfectly executed imposition, and it would probably be to Grant’s benefit, as well - since he probably would find this more favorable than getting locked up for attempted robbery. All in all, he couldn’t have imagined things going more perfectly…

“…WHAT are you doing out here?” Delvin started a bit, as did Grant, and they both looked up and behind them. Standing to the corner of the cashier’s counter was a very weary-looking goat…Darby, Delvin’s manager. The snake had completely forgotten that he was back in his office that night, he was there maybe one night a week at most and usually never came out even when he was there. The question was a bit of a rhetorical one, considering Delvin was still slit-deep in Grant…

Delvin gave the goat a slightly embarrassed smile. “Just a little bit of fun, Darb. Don’t worry, I haven’t been doing this constantly…just felt like changing things up tonight.” He was pretty sure Darby hadn’t heard everything, the goat was sort of hard of hearing and listened to music while doing his work…probably a good thing, because Delvin doubted that Darby would be okay with him converting a stick-up to a stick-in. But if he just thought it was Delvin pushing the limits…

Darby rolled his eyes after a moment of silence. “I’d appreciate it if you chose a different way to pass the time in the future. Just clean up the mess, please, I don’t want customers asking questions.” He then turned around and went back into his office, leaving the two of them alone again.

“Uh…did I get you in trouble?” Grant asked nervously.

“Nope, you’re good. Don’t worry, sometimes I like to cross lines every now and then.” Delvin pulled himself out of Grant, the thicker parts of his cock making a slight pop when they emerged and a stream of semen following his removal. “But I AM going to have you help me clean this…since we both made the mess, it’s only fair, don’t you think?”

“Ah, y-yes, sir.” Grant picked himself up on shaky legs as Delvin grabbed his shorts, pulling them over his retreating cocks. He was probably going to get a bit of a lecture later…totally worth it, a small price to pay for a new pet. He’d probably have to think of something else the next time a would-be robber stepped in, but when one had the power he had, his creativity was the only limit…