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A slap across his face rudely brought Sid back to the land of the living, eyes bolting wide as his body seized in the fight or flight instinct. Hissing burst from his lungs, disorientated for the briefest of moments as he jolted into consciousness. In the blur of waking, he couldn't recall ever having fallen asleep, nor could he remember when or where he'd been in the past few hours. His memories, much like he, had been blacked out, unreachable and unknown to him now. He struggled quite vainly to bring about something that might spark some cognition but it was for naught. Every hurt, however, that much he knew. Very quickly he began to understand why.

His fit as he'd been awoken had done nothing except wring the ropes binding his limbs tighter; the thick, coarse cords dug into his scales and though no damage was done the pain certainly lingered like the scorches of fire. Bound to what must have been a chair, the tegu found himself immobilised to the most extreme degree, where every portion of each limb, from calves to thighs to ankles, and from biceps to forearms to wrists, even across his stomach and chest, all the way across his hips, had been lashed in the heavy rope. Beyond that, the far worse element of his bondage was the rather humiliating if not peculiar fact that he was utterly naked. His dark hide mottled with white was declared on his scales for anyone to gawp at, unable to even shield himself. Sid might have been frightened were his deeper curiosities not piqued. Every shred of clothing he knew he must have been wearing was gone, without a trace to where they went, leaving him to become uncharacteristically aware of the chill that pervaded his surroundings.

Exactly where he was he couldn't tell. It was dark, impossibly so, as if he had been plucked from reality and dumped in a clichéd interrogation scene from the movies. Basked in a searing circle of light, he was left at its centre alone, waiting for his captor to come along and introduce themselves.

Though his face still smarted from where he'd been slapped. Somebody was in the room with him at least. Fear settled in his gut quietly and smoothly, tightening and curling like a snarling beast.

"H-hello...?" Sid dared to ask, eyes scanning the shadows in nervous flits. Why was this happening to him?

He almost jumped out of his scales when a figure loomed towards him, sauntering up and bringing with them a smoggy haze that drooled from a glowing cigar. One meaty paw was lifted, lifting the cigar away, and a drawn breath heaved a lungful of smoke across Sid's face. The lizard sputtered and coughed as the acrid cloud washed over him, and he blinked to clear his vision, but when the smog cleared he looked up at the man he assumed was his captor and quelled at the sight.

Before him stood a giant of a man, a burly wolf of some generic species he couldn't discern. A leather cap sat between his pointed ears, the visor shrouding the male's gaze, but Sid could tell the man's glare was fixed firmly on the reptile. A septum piercing protruded from his nostrils, completing his rather grizzly look that was framed with is goatee. Unlike the lizard, he was dressed, though Sid would have used the term very loosely; the wolf wore a leather jacket that sat tightly on his frame, barely capable of closing across the swell of his chest and gut that seemed to bristle with bestial strength. Even the leather cross harness that stretched over the man's torso seemed pulled taut to its limit, every movement bringing about a creak of the rich, potent material. Continuing the leather look and the wolf sported crotch-and-ass-less chaps, looking equally filled to the brim and barely containing the tree trunks that were the male's legs, two clunking boots at their end, glistening with the shine of polish. But most of the all the wolf had failed to care with any underwear, leaving Sid with the perfect sight of the man's beastly endowment. Two fat balls hung underneath a thick sheath, smothered in a thick forest of black pubic fur that trailed down from his swollen navel.

Sid swallowed nervously. He was getting a better sense of why he was here now. And just why exactly he was naked.

"You know," the man began, voice booming from that barrelled chest, deep and low with a smoker's graze, "I don't normally go for guys like you."

Sid shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, as best as one could wriggle when given no room at all to move. His throat had run dry, nerves settling in with greater intensity as he listened,

"But I know your kind. You're on completely different level to the rest of them. I could have any boring old sub but I'd have to be kind and careful." He took a drag of his cigar, again blowing the smoke into Sid's face much to his own amusement, "because they break easily. They don't like it when you go too far. They tell you to stop." One leg was lifted, mighty and slow, the leather groaning beneath the weight propelled behind it, and a boot was slammed onto the chair just inches away from Sid's exposed slit, his legs spread wide enough for it to be proudly on show for all to see, "But you, you're one of those who doesn't have 'no' or 'stop' in his vocabulary, ain't that right, boy?"

He squirmed again, but not from fear. That had long since begun to abate. Now it was being replaced slowly by a trickle of primal, instinctual arousal. Though his face burned from the hot flush of humiliation, Sid could feel his cock hardening. A soft, whimpered moan escaped his lips as he poked free of his slit,

"Yeah, that's right. You like it when you don't get a say. You love it when Daddy takes control. You want the worst of the worst and you don't even care what I'll do to you." He leant in close, a gloved paw reaching out to smack Sid back across the face again, "Only words you know is 'yes', 'please', 'thank', 'you', 'sir' and 'daddy'. Ain't that right, boy?" Fingers dug into Sid's jaw, pinching his muzzle and forcing him to look straight into the wolf's piercing stare. It was no longer rhetorical. The beast wanted an answer,

"Yes sir."

"Good boy." A cruel smile slipped across the man's lips. He didn't let go. Instead he pushed two digits into the lizard's mouth, pushing the buttery leather against the bound reptile's tongue and forcing him to suckle on them. Sid complied, all too obediently, with his eyes fluttering in the heat of lust as he began to lose the battle of will. "But we can't be dealing with this now, can we?" A hard sole was pressed against Sid's length as it stood upright to the exposed air, the wolf pushing down on the lizard's purle member. Grunts of pain flashed in him, but Sid could do nothing as the brutal tread was crushed into his shaft, enough to leave an imprint when it was finally lifted off, throbbing angry and dark where the wolf's boot had been, "See, you may be a boy at the moment, but what I want is a real bitch who'll do whatever the hell I want, and who's gonna know his place. So we're gonna fix you up. Literally..."

The words were so cold yet behind them broiled this intense dominance. Sid didn't even dare question the wolf. The thought of resistance hadn't even crossed his mind once. He hadn't even attempted to ask how he'd gotten here or who this strange man was. So readily he accepted the situation that one might have called it fate. Or destiny...

The wolf produced a hypodermic needle, a nasty looking size filled with sickly coloured yellow fluids. Rubbing alcohol was brought out and a spot was cleaned upon Sid's throbbing cock. Panic began to set in again, merely a reflex to the scene, but Sid sat on and watched, quite helpless, as the wolf casually took a firm hold of his captive's shaft and punctured the hard flesh with the needle. In plunged the liquid, out came the syringe, sharp pain emanating throughout, but Sid could only hiss and grimace as whatever the wolf had administered took hold. In seconds he could feel an uncomfortable buzzing, like electricity was coursing through his member, and though the sensation was unpleasant, it was fortunately not too excruciating. Whilst his cock flared with whatever chemical concoction the wolf had injected, the male put aside his instruments and turned his attention back to taunting his reptile,

"I knew I was onto something when I saw you at that bar. You looked so out of place I'm surprised someone else hadn't already come along and kidnapped you, but I guess it's my lucky day." With his cigar returned to his mouth, leathered paws reached forward and took a hold of Sid's nipples on either side, forefinger and thumb pinching on the flesh and twisting viciously. The lizard groaned in pain, body jostling in his bindings as he fought away the agony that beleaguered him, "It was so easy to spike your drink too. You didn't even think twice before downing a drink given to you by a stranger. It's like you wanted this. Hell, you probably still do, even though you don't remember a thing." His nipples were pulled away from his body now, his chest stretched and the burn blooming in his torso, "But don't you worry, Daddy'll take care of you. You don't have to worry about a thing anymore. You're all mine."

Sid was desperately aroused. All the torment and talk had him peaking on the throes of begging need. But for all his arousal, his erection seemed to be waning, his cock softening despite being incredibly turned on. He just sat there, rather numbly as he was tortured, whilst he watched his member disappear back into his slit. It left a dumbfounded look on his face, especially when Daddy finally let go of his nipples,

"Don't worry about your cock now, bitch. Bitches don't need dicks. I just gave you something to help you with that. You won't have to ever worry about getting hard ever again. You can focus on using that body of yours to please me. You're never going to protest, never going to disobey, only ever serve me however I see fit."

He'll never get hard again. The words seemed to burn into Sid's mind. It should have been terrifying, that gut-dropping moment where things went horribly wrong, but he couldn't help but feel satisfied at the situation. He was almost thrilled he wouldn't have an erection again. Sure, he would miss the sensation, but it took him further down the pit into the mind-set that Daddy seemed to be leading him into, guided by a strict paw, pushed deeper down until he could go no further.

"Now what do you say to that, bitch?"

"Yes sir." The master's smile widened an inch more. The elation was clear behind his eyes. He was loving this.

"Good bitch."

Daddy stepped forward, grabbed his bitch's head once more and took away his cigar. Before Sid even had a chance to assess the moment, the wolf had pressed his lips to the tegu's and blew his lungs into the reptile's. Thick smoke filled Sid's chest, the offerings of his Daddy to him, which he sucked on greedily. Not a puff was wasted as he drew it all into him, moaning ecstatically as his oxygen was deprived, the other male beating him in capacity, and his own lungs began to burn with the rank smog. Even when Daddy broke away, he forbade his bitch from exhaling just yet, keeping one paw clamped over his snout whilst the other stroked the side of his face, their gazes meeting just inches apart as Daddy watched the struggle wage and lose in his bitch's eyes. Too many seconds went by before he finally released the lizard's mouth, by which point Sid had nearly lost consciousness again, coughing and spluttering to get all the filth free of his body and to take in fresh air. But his breaths were hindered yet again by a paw, sliding back into his muzzle, all four fingers and even a bold thumb pushing into his maw, occupying it fully, pressing down to his throat. Sid choked upon the paw, writhing to get away, but Daddy held himself firm and let every inch he could slip down into the reptile's neck. A crude bulge had formed, the wolf stroking the swell in his bitch's throat, before that too was withdrawn for mercy of the tegu. Sid's head hung limp as he wheezed, his body aching from the abuse. Through the murmur of his addled mind, he heard master's voice,

"What do you say, bitch?"

"Thank you, Daddy."

"Good bitch."

Another slap landed across his face, rousing him from the stupor and back to Daddy's attention. The cigar was now lifted to Sid's body, smouldering embers of its lit held hovering just over the tegu's naked form,

"Now scream for Daddy."

Sid let loose his lungs, ragged already, as the fire was plunged against his nipple. Intense searing heat licked the tender nub until he was sure he could bear no more. But still master held the cigar in place, watching the vivid pain bleed across Sid's face as he went through tolerance to giving up, and then beyond to what lay in the darkness of his sexuality. Only then did Daddy relinquish one nipple, before aiming for the other. Once more the pain sang through Sid's body, and so too did he in a chorus of screams, his throat sore and hoarse until no more sound could be made. Daddy gave the cigar a final twist before he took it away, no longer lit having been extinguished at the bitch's behest. He tossed it aside with a casual flick, the stub landing somewhere in the shadows, now forgotten.

A knife was now whisked from nowhere, and the ropes were cut, one by one with flicks of the wrist, steel through thread, until Sid was freed from his bondage. Daddy stepped away, paw groping at his crotch, teasing out his cock as he watched the lizard sit there rather awkwardly awaiting his next command,

"On your back. Show me my new hole."

Sid did as he was told. He clambered to the stone cold floor and lifted his legs up and spread them apart. Presenting himself like a common whore, he stared down at his master and whimpered as he saw the man's endowment. Indescribably thick, veins bulging along its hot pink surface, fattened knot at its base, but with intimidating piercings lining its underside in a grotesque ladder of steel through flesh. Sid held his breath as the male knelt down, paw grappling his leg, the other his own member, as he pushed forwards without so much as a hint of foreplay or light teasing.

"Let me fuck your slit, bitch."

There was no protests from the tegu as Daddy slammed forward. His cock split open the slit and plunged inside, grinding up against the softer flesh of Sid's flaccid member. He grunted at the sensation, feeling the wolf hollow him out in such a depraved, intimate way. It was so much more humiliating than anal or oral; it was losing the one true sense of masculinity to another man who had chosen to simply deny Sid his genitals. Orgasm now could only come through receiving. It could only come through the paws of his master, sadistic and vindictive, who would torture him and humiliate him until maybe - just maybe - he would allow his bitch to cum.

"That's it, open up for Daddy."

Hard, musky cock crammed into Sid's slit, each thrust bringing about a moulding change in his body. He was caving in, deepening and stretching, accepting into him his master's cock. Daddy fucked hard and fast, with long, poignant lunges. This was not a consideration for Sid's pleasure, though his body careened each time master's piercings drove against his tender cock, or every time he rammed a sensitive point inside himself, it was all for Daddy. Daddy snarled and grunted with snaps of his crude fangs as he had his way with his newfound bitch, heaving himself with all his weight. The leather he wore was screeching at every move, the smell of their sex heating the room, the smell of Him washing over Sid as he lay there and took the pounding. He would have cried out but his lungs were now spent, his voice shredded, leaving any protest that might have still lingered even now to remain in silence.

Daddy growled with such ferocity that it startled Sid, and he came. The knot slammed past the tegu's lips, impaled the slit, and locked their two bodies together as the wolf's cum gushed forth. Buckets of the stuff, pumped into his slit, backing up with nowhere to go as it spilled across the floor in a lewd pool of creamy seed. Sid flailed on the floor, aching churning through his body as he wished very much to cum with his Daddy but was nowhere near his edge. He never could be, not without his master's absolute intent. So he lay back and accepted the load that poured into him, over him, around him, letting its heat and scent bathe him so that he might fully accept his Daddy's mark.

"Good bitch!" Daddy was proud, Bitch could see that. The knot was yanked free, torn practically from his battered lips, leaving them bloated, puffy, and stretched. Daddy got to his footpaws, boots smearing through the pooled mess, as Sid lumbered to his knees, eager to serve more, fatigued though he might have been. "Lick this mess up." A boot lifted, dripping with master's seed, and planted against the tegu's shoulder, pushing him down with a powerful leg until Bitch was mere inches from the floor. Dutifully his Daddy's slave, the reptile lapped out his tongue and drank, eating greedily from the dirty floor as he cleaned away his master's cum as the wolf looked on, pride gleaming in his face, "Oh yes, we'll make a bitch of you yet..."