The heavy steel door clicked shut behind Javid, the sound echoing down the sterile corridor with the finality of a prison cell locking into place. Left alone, Javier took a shallow breath, his fingers tracing the hem of the tight, restrictive uniform he’d been given. Taking a step forward, he pushed open the inner door Javid had pointed out.
The tension in his chest eased just a fraction when he looked inside. It didn't look like a highstakes syndicate briefing room. It looked like a breakroom. Three people were lounging inside, casually scrolling on their phones.
As the door clicked, a 6'1" Latino woman paused her scrolling, lifting her gaze to look directly at him with a curious, catlike smile. She possessed the body of an enchantress, a stunningly curvaceous figure poured into the exact same uniform Javier woreonly hers was tailored skintight, boldly emphasizing her deep cleavage. Her necklength black hair was meticulously tied into neat braids, framing bold red lips and long, manicured nails.
Beside her, a sharp, skeptical glance shifted away from a phone screen. It came from a gorgeous white and black foxkin lady, standing an impressive 5'12". Depending on the tier and bloodline of a foxkin, they could manifest multiple tails; this woman had two sleek, mesmerizing fox tails brushing against the back of her chair, signaling a higher lineage and vast potential. Foxkin were heavily sexualized in media and almost exclusively portrayed as lustful temptresses in movies, but Javier knew they were usually incredibly shy and deeply untrusting of strangers. The skepticism on her beautiful face melted away within a second, replaced by a warm, friendly smile.
The final person in the room was a massive black Minotaur. Standing at a broad, imposing 6'7", his build was undeniably intimidating, yet he radiated a strangely comfortable, grounding aura. He had the kind of face that instantly disarmed youa face that silently promised you could trust him with your deepest secrets, your heaviest burdens, or your darkest desires.
Pushing those overwhelming thoughts to the side, Javier stood awkwardly in the doorway until a pleasant, deep voice broke the silence.
"You must be the new guy."
The Minotaur stood up, his massive frame moving with an easy grace as he walked over to Javier, extending a large, calloused hand. "Hi, I am Clark, but you can call me Ken. And you are?"
Javier blinked, getting his brain up to speed after a few seconds of intimidation. He reached out, his hand swallowed by the Minotaur's grip, and introduced himself.
Ken smiled warmly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Well, nice to meet you, Javier. Since today is your first day, don't worry about a single thing. Our crew is going to show you the ropes." He gestured with his head toward the two ladies behind him. "Let's get the rest of the introductions out of the way first. This lady right here," he pointed toward the foxkin, "is Kimanda, but just call her Kim."
Kim smiled, her dual tails swaying gently. "Nice to meet you, Javier. You know, it's only my friends who call me Kim... so, since we just met, do you wanna be friends?"
The sudden question caught Javier completely off guard. He felt a hot flash of awkwardness, his mind racing. He hadn't had a single friend since leaving high school. The people he’d interacted with back then weren't close; he only talked to them because they shared a classroom. He had never given his phone number to anyone, completely terrified of how awkward he got whenever he tried talking to people his own age.
Caught in the spotlight of her friendly gaze, Javier nodded quickly, a small, genuine smile breaking through his nerves. "Sure... I would love to have a friend I work with."
Ken chuckled, turning to the Latino woman. "And this is Fia."
Fia leaned back, her bold red lips curving beautifully. "If you ever need anything at all, Javier, don't be shy to ask me. Don't try to show off out there, okay? Just do your best when you can."
Looking around at the three of them, a profound, unfamiliar wave of relief washed over Javier. A sweet sense of belonging settled deep in his chest. After being discarded by his father and humiliated by the world, the sheer kindness, care, and understanding radiating from this crew felt like water in a desert. He smiled to himself, genuinely believing he was going to work incredibly well with them.
He had no idea that this very introduction was the first sowing of the seeds of absolute control inside his mind.
Behind those warm smiles and comforting auras, the trio shared a silent, unspoken understanding. They had one singular, collective goal to completely strip Javier of his selfrespect, erase his sense of independent worth, and systematically manipulate him until he willingly chose to become Master Dominic’s ultimate, submissive slavedevoting his entire existence to one person like a fanatic worshipping a god.
They were not mechanics or maintenance workers. They were elite, highly specialized professionals handpicked by Dominic himself, brought in to execute a flawless psychological siege.
Kim looked innocent and gentle on the surface, but her true expertise lay in Social & Cultic Psychology. Her entire career focused on group dynamics, social isolation, and mind control. Her specific role in the script was to quietly sever Javier's remaining mental ties to the outside world, replacing them with a new, tightly controlled reality where this crew was his only sanctuary.
Ken was the epitome of a gentle giant, but his specialty was Behavioral & Conditioning Psychology. He was a master of modifying behavior through precise physical and psychological reinforcement. His role was to subtly train Javier’s subconscious to accept total obedience as the only psychological path to safety, warmth, or comfort.
Fia operated in the realm of Cognitive & Narrative Psychology. Her focus was entirely on how individuals perceived themselves and processed information. Her assignment was the most insidious she was tasked with rewriting Javier’s internal logic and selfworth from the inside out, shifting his mind until he actively, rationally chose to sell himself into bondage.
The syndicate was paying an astronomical price to ensure the job was done perfectly. Each of them was receiving a base pay of $800,000 just to act as peer laborers, working alongside Javier while constantly monitoring his psychological shifts and updating their tactical approach. To keep their motivation razorsharp, Dominic had structured massive financial incentives a $80,000 bonus for every minor milestone or emotional breakthrough, scaling all the way up to a staggering $270,000 cash payout upon the final, completed transformation of the patient into a fully broken slave.
But beneath the greed, there was a visceral, suffocating layer of fear. Failure was not an option. If Javier didn't break within the expected timeframe, their contracts would simply be extended indefinitely until they succeeded. Worse, if they slipped upif Javier ever discovered the true nature of what was happening to himthe professionals wouldn't just be fired. They, along with their families, would instantly disappear. Several of them had children waiting for them at home. They knew the syndicate always honored its financial agreements to the letter, but they also knew it left no witnesses, no loose ends, and very little of a body to find.
There was no room for pity in their hearts. Looking at Javier, they didn't see an innocent kid; they saw a binary choice. It was either Javier's sanity, or their own survival.
As the shift began, the trio slowly began showing Javier the ropes of the hightech facility, putting their methodology into practice.
Every task they handed him was meticulously engineered to undermine his confidence. They overexplained the simplest mechanical routines, making standard adjustments seem wildly complex and far beyond his current skill level. Whenever Javier asked a logical, intuitive question, Fia and Kim would smoothly gaslight him, making him feel as though his reasoning was flawed, childish, or dangerous to the equipment.
By the time a task was finished, Javier invariably found himself relying on one of them just to complete the final steps. Yet, the moment he complied and followed their convoluted instructions, Ken would step in with a warm smile and a pat on the back, flooding him with positive reinforcement and validation.
To Javier, it felt like an incredibly deep bonding experience. He was completely blind to the fact that his mind was being systematically starved of independence, taught to crave their permission and praise for his basic survival.
By the end of the day, Javier was exhausted but completely glowing. When Javid arrived at the maintenance bay to pick him up, Javier had nothing but glowing, enthusiastic things to say about his new crew. He had genuinely enjoyed his first day at work. For the first time in months, he felt like he had a future, and he was eager for tomorrow.
Later that night, back in the sprawling estate, Javier crawled into bed. As he pulled the sheets tightly around his shoulders, he felt a bit under the weather. His limbs felt heavy, and a strange, deepseated chill was beginning to creep into his bones.
Brushing it off as simple physical exhaustion and the mental overstimulation of a long first day, he closed his eyes, letting his eyelids flutter shut.
He fell asleep completely unaware that the slowacting metabolic depressants in his system were already doing their work, causing his core body temperature to drop rapidly into the danger zonequietly preparing his shivering, reptilian body to seek out the desperate, burning heat of his Master.
A violent, rhythmic jerking shattered the numb void of sleep. In the background, a muffled, panicked voice echoed as if underwater, slowly pulling Javier’s consciousness back to the present.
When his eyelids finally fluttered open, his vision was a useless blur. He blinked heavily, forcing his eyes to focus until the silhouette above him sharpened. It was Dominic. The massive billionaire dragon’s face was twisted into an expression of raw worry and sheer panic.
"It's okay, it's okay, Javier... please, stay with me. Don't fall asleep," Dominic pleaded, his voice thick with apparent desperation.
Javier looked up with confused, glossy eyes, and then the reality of his own body hit him like a physical blow. He felt like he had been frozen alive inside a block of ice. He couldn't move a single muscle; his limbs were entirely paralyzed. Every single joint in his body throbbed with a deep, agonizing ache, and a sharp headache pulsed behind his temples. As tears involuntarily welled up in his watery eyes, a suffocating wave of terror gripped his chest.
He didn't know what was happening. He felt like he was actively dying.
In what felt like his final moments, Javier’s mind began to desperately replay his entire life in front of him. He saw his childhood, his upbringing with his family, his mundane years in high school, and the retail job he’d lost. Then, the imagery shifted to the cold, unforgiving concrete of the streets. The sheer weight of his existence crushed him, a profound despair wrapping around his soul like an angel falling from heaven into the dark abyss.
Suddenly, a massive, powerful embrace enveloped him. It felt like the safety of his mother hugging him as a frightened child. An intense, radiating heat encompassed his shivering frame, instantly repelling the cold darkness that had threatened to swallow him whole.
"I am here. I won’t leave your side," a deep, gentle voice murmured over him.
Dominic began to rock him slowly, cradling the paralyzed alligator like a baby in a crib. For five agonizing minutes, Javier could do nothing but let the tears stream down his scales. As his mind cleared slightly, he realized the true scale of what was happening. Dominic was using his own massive body to hold him, his heavy dragon tail completely wrapped around Javier’s torso, pumping an immense wave of lifesaving body heat directly into his frozen flesh.
Through the haze, Javier recalled his high school biology classes. Alligators were ectothermic; a rapid, unnatural drop in core body temperature like this was a lethal emergency for scalies. It was a death sentence that usually only occurred due to a severe, underlying medical crisis.
He is keeping me alive, Javier thought, his heart swelling to the point of shattering.
Lying helpless in the dragon's arms, the crushing weight of gratitude hit him. This man had taken him off the freezing streets. This man had put a luxurious roof over his head, fed him a spectacular feast, made him feel safe, and handed him a prestigious job. Dominic had done all of this while expecting absolutely nothing in return. Javier felt a violent surge of emotion, a profound sense of guilt and inadequacy ripping through him. He had no way to pay this titan back. He had no way to return the favor or match the immense happiness Dominic had granted him.
Overwhelmed by his own perceived worthlessness, Javier cried even harder into Dominic’s broad chest. In the quiet theater of his mind, he made a fierce, desperate vow to himself I will repay him for everything. I will do whatever it takes. But even as the promise formed, a agonizing sense of helplessness remained. He had nothing to offer a billionaire. He was just a broken alligator with a mountain of debt.
After an hour of intense, suffocating heat, Javier was finally pulled out of the danger zone. The paralysis began to recede, and his joints loosened as his body temperature stabilized.
Dominic slowly loosened his grip, his expression shifting into a weary, relieved sigh as he offered his explanation. "Your temperature dropped dangerously out of nowhere," Dominic explained softly, his voice dripping with fauxconcern. "A maid came to check on your room and found you completely unresponsive... Thank god she called me."
It was a brilliant, calculated lie.
In reality, there was no accidental medical crisis. There was no vigilant maid. The hightech silent alarm on Dominic’s phone had gone off the exact second the metabolic depressants had peaked in Javier’s bloodstream. Dominic had timed everything perfectly, waiting patiently in the wings so he could swoop in as the ultimate savior, taking full, predatory advantage of Javier’s absolute vulnerability.
Dominic looked down, his piercing eyes scanning the alligator’s glossy, disoriented gaze and utterly lost expression. The psychological conditioning was setting perfectly; Javier’s eyes showed a profound, unconditional devotion.
But Dominic wasn't just waiting for the psychological trap to snap shut. Beneath the heavy blankets, a different chemical reaction was taking hold. The secondary drugs laced into Javier's systemthe heavy dose of aphrodisiacswere officially kicking in, sending a sudden, unbidden rush of heat directly to the paralyzed youth's groin.
Dominic felt the subtle shift in the bed, a dark, predatory smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The savior act was over. It was finally time to have some fun.
Dominic’s warm, saviorlike demeanor vanished in an instant. He stared down at Javier for a few heavy seconds, a dark, amused smile curving his lips. Without a word, he broke the embrace and suddenly pushed the disoriented alligator flat onto his back. A low chuckle escaped the dragon's throat as he watched Javier lay there helpless, chest heaving rapidly as the intense chemical heat of the drugs began to ravage his body.
Dominic slid off the edge of the bed, his massive frame casting a long shadow across the room. He walked over to a secure cabinet and retrieved two specific itemsthe perfect, expert pairing that dragons utilized to satisfy their most lustful desires without ever leaving a trace of evidence behind.
The first was a heavy black jar containing a highly specialized lubricant, known simply as "Baby Oil" for short. It was engineered to completely bypass standard physical limitations; once applied, the victim would feel absolutely no agonyonly a deep sense of discomfort, fullness, tenderness, and an intense sensation of being stretched. More insidiously, it possessed miraculous healing properties, instantly repairing torn tissue, internal bleeding, or dislocated joints on contact.
The second item was a potent drug designed to work in perfect harmony with the oil. Once introduced to the system, it completely severed the body's pain receptors, instantly forcing the individual into an overwhelming state of heat. It didn't matter what gender the target was; the chemical cocktail overrode their biology entirely, forcibly converting them into an intensely willing, craving participant for whatever brutal activities were to follow basically Popers.
With Dominic getting back on putting the drugs to his side, turning back to look at Javier, saw Javier looked up at him, entirely trapped between a druginduced haze of desperate arousal Dominic climbed back onto the mattress, setting the specialized compounds down within arm's reach. He turned his heavy gaze back to Javier, who lay completely immobilized, entirely trapped between a druginduced haze of desperate arousal and the crushing weight of his submission.
Without a word, Dominic wrapped his massive claws into the fabric of Javier's shirt. With a sharp, sudden yank, he shredded the clothing right off the alligator’s torso like a wild animal. He moved with brutal efficiency from the chest to the arms, down to the hips, and over each leg. The synthetic materials used to make these custom uniforms were engineered to be easily torn apart under pressure, and they gave way instantly, scattering in tattered pieces across the sheets.
For the first time, Javier’s body was completely exposed under the dim lights. Dominic looked down at the sheer, helpless vulnerability of the youth, drinking in the dazed, heavily intoxicated look of submission in Javier’s eyes. A triumphant, predatory grin split the dragon’s face. He had won. The psychological and chemical siege had broken the boy completely.
Slowly, Dominic’s eyes trailed down the rest of Javier’s physique. "A true work of art," he muttered, his deep voice vibrating in his chest.
Even in his current state, Javier’s body was spectacular. His scales caught the light, perfectly defining a flawless, carved eightpack and a lean, athletic muscularity. Muscles always looked incredibly striking on scalies due to how their natural armor contoured the definition, but it was notoriously difficult to make it show through thick hide like thisit usually required years of grueling discipline to achieve the kind of results Javier had naturally.
Dominic’s gaze drifted lower, focusing on the tight reptilian slit between Javier’s thighs. Under the intense force of the aphrodisiacs pulsing through his bloodstream, a smooth, pink cock head was already peeking out slightly, twitching in desperate need of a release.
Leaning his massive head down, Dominic brought his face inches away from Javier's groin. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, wondering if he should suck ita completely rhetorical question, given how much the billionaire dragon secretly loved using massive dildos and indulging his own deep desires when he pleasured himself in private. Knowing that this entire experience was going to be Javier’s very first time with another person made the thrill intoxicating. Every single touch, every corruptive sensation, and every overwhelming memory of pleasure would be permanently tied to him. Javier would belong to him, body and soul.
Smiling ravenously, Dominic opened his heavy jaws and stuck out his long, muscular tongue, letting it slide over the sensitive, exposed tip.
Dominic pressed his muzzle closer, his thick tongue dragging along the sensitive entrance. While he wasn't a seasoned professional at this like Javid or the highpriced playthings he kept in his past, he still possessed a predatory instinct for how to please a body. He worked his tongue the best he could, the wet, sliding sounds echoing in the quiet room as he lapped aggressively against the vulnerable scales.
After a tense, heavy minute of relentless stimulation, Javier’s instinctual defenses completely gave way. His eightinch gator cock presented itself in full glory, rigid and throbbing under the dual influence of the aphrodisiacs and the sudden physical attention.
Without a single shred of hesitation, Dominic lunged forward, swallowing the shaft entirely to the base.
A muffled, choked scream ripped from Javier’s throat"Hhmmmhphhh!"his hips bucking off the mattress.
Dominic knew he was being entirely too rough. Instead of pacing himself or slowly teasing every inch so the inexperienced youth could adapt to these overwhelming new sensations, the dragon simply deepthroated him, delivering a brutal, highintensity blowout. Keeping his piercing eyes locked onto Javier’s dazed, submissive face, Dominic began bobbing his head back and forth, driving his throat down the length of the shaft. Javier's fingers clawed desperately into the expensive sheets, clutching the fabric for dear life as his mind splintered. The taste was intoxicating to the dragona sharp, primal blend of salt, musk, and sweat.
In the background, Javier could only make broken, animalistic noises, his voice cracking as his throat strained against the overwhelming sensory overload "Hhmmmh! Hfggh! Fn hhhh uuu! Glock Glock hmphhh! Hmmm! Hhhmn! Hhhm!"
After a few intense minutes of driving him to the brink, Dominic abruptly pulled back, leaving Javier’s body twitching and completely lost on the mattress. Reaching to the nightstand, Dominic grabbed a bottle of potent poppers. He thrust the vial directly under Javier’s snout, and the disoriented alligator inhaled deeply on pure instinct. Within seconds, the volatile rush hit his brain, causing his head to slam backward into the pillows from the sheer intensity of the chemical high.
Dominic showed absolutely no mercy. He kept the vial pinned under Javier's snout, systematically capping one nostril to force the vapor deep into the left side, then swapping to the right every six seconds. He maintained the pressure for a full, torturous minute until Javier was reduced to an unrecognizable state of cognitive bliss. The alligator's head lolled uselessly to the side, his jaw hanging slack as saliva drooled like an open faucet onto the sheets.
Looking down at the completely shattered wreck he had made of the boy, Dominic let out an evil, triumphant smile. He crawled back down between Javier's trembling thighs, ready to reclaim that thick gator cock. He swallowed the length once more, sinking his throat over the shaft and beginning his steady, rhythmic bobbing.
He never anticipated the sudden chemical snap inside Javier’s brain.
Out of nowhere, Javier’s large, scaled hands shot upward, his claws locking onto Dominic’s heavy horns with terrifying strength. With a violent, instinctual yank, Javier yanked the dragon’s head down, burying his entire eightinch length deep into the absolute back of Dominic’s throat.
Dominic gagged violently, his eyes widening in pure shock as his anatomy was forced to accommodate the sudden, invasive depth. He looked up through watering eyes, meeting Javier’s gaze. The submissive, dazed look was gone, replaced entirely by a wild, frenzied expression. The massive overdose of drugs, aphrodisiacs, and volatile inhalants had completely overridden the boy's logic and reason, triggering a feral, deepseated reptilian need to aggressively dominate the first thing in his field of vision.
Dominic didn't resist. The sheer thrill of this stolen controlwatching his future slave succumb to a state of absolute, drugfueled animalismwas an intoxicating turnon. He did his best to control his constricted breathing as Javier’s hips violently accelerated, facefucking the billionaire dragon with relentless, punishing speed. Dominic’s horns scraped against the headboard with every brutal thrust, his throat spasming and gagging repeatedly as the thick shaft hammered the back of his throat.
The room filled with the wet, deafening rhythm of the assault "Clok clok clok Glock Glock Glock clock pat pat pat pat slat slat f n hhhmm hhmph hhhn fnnnm hhhhum Glock clug clug clug pat pat hmm hmmh!"
For eight long, grueling minutes, Dominic struggled just to survive the pace, his lungs burning as he tried to figure out how to pull in air while his airway was completely blocked. He found himself genuinely shocked by how easily his professional playthings handled this kind of intensity; he could barely keep his consciousness focused.
But before he could process the thought any further, Javier’s grip on his horns tightened to a painful, bruising squeeze. The alligator's hips locked forward, and a massive, thick torrent of hot cum erupted directly down the back of Dominic's throat, forcing the dragon to swallow every single drop.
Dominic's eyes went wide as he felt the torrent of warm cum sliding down his throat. He strained with every ounce of his willpower to control his gag reflex and keep from choking. After several agonizing seconds of taking Javier’s massive load, the feral energy finally drained from the alligator's limbs. Javier collapsed back onto the mattress, his cock going completely flaccid inside Dominic’s mouth. With Javier’s claws finally releasing their bruising grip on his horns, Dominic pulled his mouth free, coughing harshly as he forced his lungs to breathe naturally again.
His stomach felt packed, as heavy as if he had just consumed a rich fivecourse meal. Staring down at Javierthe very kid who had just ruthlessly facefucked himDominic felt a sudden spike of irritation. Swallowing cum like a bitch wasn't how a billionaire syndicate boss was supposed to look. But the game wasn't over. It was officially his turn to take revenge for this defilement.
Dominic rolled Javier onto his front, roughly pushing his heavy, thick tail to the side to reveal his tight reptilian slit. It was just as flawless as he had left it, the sensitive outer lips twitching slightly under the influence of the drugs, looking as though they were practically begging Dominic to take them. Leaning down, Dominic claimed his prize, licking the outer ring before driving his tongue straight up into Javier's entrance.
Using the wet, excess cum still coating his muzzle, Dominic pushed his tongue inch by inch, driving it deeper and deeper inside the alligator's heat. Javier's mind, completely fried by the chemical cocktail, struggled to process the foreign sensation of being invaded. He shifted his hips frantically from side to side in an attempt to escape the pressure, completely unaware that his erratic movements were only burying Dominic's tongue deeper into his core.
A string of broken, highpitched moans echoed through the bedroom "Ohhhh hmmooo hoo ffn lic lic ick slup slup ohhhn oohhhmh clok clok ooooohjh!"
Dominic pushed much further than he ever had before, sinking a full five inches of his thick tongue into the tight canal. Javier's frantic, desperate writhing only made the experience more intoxicating for the dragon. Pushing past another tight ridge, Dominic’s tongue suddenly encountered a firm, distinct obstacle.
His prostate. The ultimate bitch button.
An evil thrill of excitement surged through Dominic. Anticipating the sheer destruction of Javier's remaining senses, he began to apply direct, heavy pressure against the sensitive knot of nerves. Javier didn't disappoint. The moment Dominic pushed another inch to fully stimulate the spot, a loud, shattered scream ripped from the boy's throat "Hmmmmhooohohfffgnfffggoooh!!!!!"
Javier’s claws dug into the mattress, tearing the expensive sheets as his back instinctively arched high into Dominic's face. His heavy tail whipped erotically from side to side in a blind, sensory panic. Dominic didn't give him a single second to adapt to the overwhelming overstimulation; he immediately began taking rapid, jabbing pokes at the prostate with the tip of his tongue. Javier could do nothing but rock his hips helplessly against the dragon's face, his cries growing louder and more feral by the second "Hmmmlhh!! Huuhh! Slup slup hohhhphh! Hhoonmph! Ohhhh! Ohhhmupph! Hhhollh! Ooohhhh! Ohhhh!"
After a few minutes of relentless torment, Javier's body completely surrendered to the pleasure. His internal muscles clamped tightly around Dominic's tongue, his hips bucking back and forth in a desperate attempt to meet every jab. Satisfied with his fun, Dominic finally pulled his tongue free with a loud, wet pop. Above him, Javier’s head lolled from side to side, his eyes rolled back as if searching for his missing purpose in life.
Dominic rolled the limp alligator back onto his back. Javier's face was completely dazed, his mouth wet with a steady stream of drool. Hovering over him, Dominic leaned down and pressed his lips against Javier's, driving his tongue deep into the boy's mouth to force a taste. Javier, tasting the remnants of his own musk and sweat, instinctively began to suck on Dominic's tongue with a dazed, drugfueled glee.
Seeing this complete, unrefined willingness, Dominic pushed more and more of his long, serpentine tongue into Javier’s mouth, filling his oral cavity almost instantly. But the moment he began snaking it toward the very back of Javier's throat, the boy panicked, weakly trying to push the dragon's massive chest away. He had absolutely no success.
Before driving it to the hilt, an insidious idea struck Dominic. He pulled back, looking down at the indescribable expression of terror and arousal on Javier’s face. Reaching to the nightstand, he grabbed the black jar of "Baby Oil" and uncapped it. He coated his fingers in the specialized compound, thoroughly slicking down the length of his own tongue before diving right back down onto Javier’s face.
The painkilling, heatinducing properties of the oil hit Javier’s mouth instantly. Within seconds, the alligator went completely wild, frantically sucking and pulling at Dominic's tongue like a rabid animal, desperate to draw it deeper. Dominic complied, driving a massive six inches straight into Javier's throat. The boy didn't even gagthe numbing properties of the oil completely shut down his reflexes. But his eyes went wide with pure terror as his airway was ruthlessly invaded.
As Javier began to frantically thrash beneath him, trying to pull his head back to breathe, Dominic’s massive claws shot forward. He grabbed both of Javier's arms and pinned them ruthlessly against the mattress, trapping him entirely beneath his immense weight.
Dominic’s thick, oilslicked tongue snaked into the deepest depths of Javier’s throat, holding its position for a few agonizing seconds to let the specialized "Baby Oil" compound take full effect. He didn't have to wait long. Within moments, the frantic tension drained entirely from the alligator’s limbs. Javier’s desperate struggles completely ceased, and his body relaxed into the mattress as the numbing agent paralyzed his gag reflex. He began kissing the dragon back with a passionate, drugaddled fervor, his throat completely adapting to the heavy invasion of Dominic's tongue.
After a few minutes of intense, wet kissing and heavy fondling that left the sheets completely rumpled, Dominic finally pulled back. He hovered over the youth, looking down at Javier's utterly lost, lustful expression. The boy looked like he was floating on cloud nine.
Dominic’s grin turned razorsharp. He remembered exactly how this bitch had just relentlessly facefucked him, and the time had officially come to return the favor. But he wasn't going to rush it; he wanted Javier opened up completely.
Dominic thrust two thick fingers straight into Javier’s mouth. Javier immediately wrapped his tongue around them, sucking greedily. Seeing how easily the boy took the intrusion, Dominic didn't hesitate. He jammed a third finger in, then a fourth, and finally all five, driving his hand in and out, in and out of Javier’s dripping mouth until saliva oozed freely down the alligator's chin.
Slowly, Dominic began to push his wrist and forearm past Javier's teeth, driving straight down into his throat. He worked his arm in a steady, deliberate rhythm, gently stretching Javier's internal anatomy to get him used to accommodating something massive in his airway. At the same time, Dominic used his free hand to uncork the poppers once more, holding the vial right against Javier's nostrils to feed him the volatile vapors while the boy was forced to suck and swallow his arm.
The bedroom filled with a distorted, heavy rhythm of chemical compliance "Clok clok clok hhhhm slup slup colk hoomph hmhnpm hhm fn fn ffnnnn hm clok Glock Glock!"
After a few grueling minutes of relentlessly expanding Javier's throat, Dominic felt the boy’s internal muscles completely slacken. Javier was so far gone, so completely broken by the chemical heat, that he began blindly pushing his own face further down Dominic’s forearm, craving more of the invasive pressure.
Dominic let out an evil, triumphant smile and roughly yanked his arm free of Javier’s mouth. He slid off the gasping youth, not even bothering to look at him as he reached for the black jar on the nightstand. He scooped out a massive, heavy handful of the therapeutic "Baby Oil," thoroughly coating his own thick, rigid cock from base to tip. He gave himself a few hard, heavy strokes to ensure the lubricant was perfectly distributed and that his erection was rockhard.
Everything was ready. Dominic crawled back over the mattress, his massive shadow looming over his dazed prey.
Slowly, their eyes met.
Dominic moved his hips forward, his massive 12inch erection completely eclipsing Javier’s vision. The entire length was slick and dripping heavily with the therapeutic baby oil. As the thick shaft pressed against his cheek, Javier’s tongue instinctively pushed out, lapping at the slick lubricant like a dog desperate for moisture.
Dominic placed a heavy claw beneath Javier’s chin, forcing the alligator to look directly up at him. Seeing Javier’s eyes entirely clouded by primal, druginduced desire, Dominic used his hand to guide the thick tip directly between the boy's lips. Javier responded instantly, ravenously sucking the cock head with an unhinged gusto, drawing it into his mouth like a newborn desperate for sustenance.
Dominic pushed forward inch by inch, easily burying six inches inside the willing cavity. He locked his massive hand around the back of Javier’s head, anchoring him firmly against the mattress as his hips aggressively advanced. Having fully absorbed the numbing and heatinducing properties of the baby oil, Javier blindly tried to accommodate the massive girth, his lips stretching tightly around the dragon's shaft.
With a brutal, sudden surge, Dominic forced the entire 12 inches straight to the back of Javier’s throat.
Tears cascaded down Javier’s scaled cheeks and thick drool leaked onto the sheets as his neck visibly swelled, his internal anatomy forced to stretch to its absolute limit to accommodate the massive length. Dominic facefucked him relentlessly, the room filling with a heavy, rhythmic assault "Pat pat, sooohhhhmph, glok Glock Glock pat pat fn hppph clog clog pat oohh slup sulp clok clok Glock Glock pat ohh hhhhh fn fn fn ohh pat pat!" Every few minutes, just as Javier's eyes began to roll back into his head from lack of oxygen, Dominic would briefly pull out to let the boy gasp for air, coat his shaft in another thick layer of baby oil, and slam right back in.
Thirteen grueling minutes passed. Dominic was now completely straddling Javier’s strong, muscular shoulders, riding his face with a heavy, wellestablished rhythm. Javier was entirely helpless beneath the weight, his body trembling as his throat continuously serviced the massive shaft. Feeling the intense pressure building, Dominic delivered one final, crushing thrust, driving his knot deep against Javier's face as he erupted, sending a massive torrent of cum straight down the alligator's throat. The insertion was so incredibly deep that Javier couldn't even taste the fluid before it hit his stomach.
After two long minutes of pumping his load, Dominic finally pulled out of Javier’s mouth with a loud, wet pop. He looked down at the completely disheveled, trembling state of the youth. Reaching back to the nightstand, he uncorked the poppers once more and held them under Javier's nose, allowing the heavy vapors to hit his system and soothe his exhausted, overstimulated body.
Dominic’s piercing gaze drifted down to Javier’s muscular ass. Hesitating for only a fraction of a second, he reached out and gave it a firm, bruising grip, cupping both thick cheeks in his hands. The urge to tear into the alligator's tight slit was intoxicating, but Dominic forced himself to exercise restraint. He wanted to wait a little longer before popping Javier's cherry. The ultimate victory wouldn't be taking it by forcehe wanted the psychological conditioning of the syndicate psychologists to run its course until Javier was completely broken, begging his master to fuck him willingly.
Suppressing his burning lust, Dominic slid off the bed and stood up, looking down at his dazed prey with a crazed, triumphant smile.
"Just wait, my sex slave," Dominic murmured darkly, his voice echoing in the quiet room. "You will belong to me soon. You will offer everything to me willingly. I will be your everything, your world, your god... All I need you to do is choose me."
Without another word, Dominic turned and opened the bedroom door. Stepping out into the sterile corridor, he pulled out his phone to contact Javid, ordering his secondincommand to send someone up immediately to clean up the fluidstained mess and tend to the unconscious alligator.
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