Sunday Lunch
A commission for Strangleddragons on FA, written as a sequel to Saturday Night.
All characters used with their owners' permissions.
SUnday Lunch
Lewis took another mouthful of his coffee, washing down the greasy-spoon meal he finished in another rest stop - his lay-by for another Sunday on the job, since he wasn't allowed to drive his big-rig on Sundays. Glancing around the half-empty diner, he spotted a some-what attractive lizard walking by. He watched as the short and lithe lizard walked by his table, heading out the door towards the bathroom block. Lewis felt a rumble in his throat as the strangely feminine scent wafted into his snout. Already, Lewis could feel his cock swelling as his heart beat faster and he mouth went dry. Here was someone clearly inferior to him, and attractive. His instincts began to take over, the unbearable urge to force himself into that pathetic male's tail-hole driving him out of his seat.
Leaving barely enough money to cover his bill, Lewis quickly walked back to his truck to pick up some supplies - zip ties and a roll of tape from the glove box - before heading to the toilets. Inside, he quickly glanced around to make sure the stalls were all empty and that his target was still pissing at one of the urinals. Lewis closed the main door and sneaked up behind the pissing lizard. Taking a deep breath, he shoved himself against the lizard, pushing both of them up against the tiled wall and knocking the air from the smaller lizard's lungs as the stream of urine splashed over the porceiln and along the tiled wall, wetting them both as they struggled. He quickly pushed the zip-tie around the lizard's snout as he attempted to push back and yell out in fear. Lewis tried to hold the lizard's jaws shut with one hand while pulling on the zip-tie to stop the weaker male alerting anyone - but the lizard managed to twist in his grip and bite down on the hand holding him. "Ah! Fucker!", Lewis said, pulling his hand back from the struggling lizard's mouth. Using his own teeth, he bit down on the smaller lizard's jaws to keep them shut - allowing him to finish securing the zip-tie around his target's snout before grabbing the lizard's arms and applying another zip-tie to his wrists - easily overpowering the weaker lizard as he whimpered and struggled against the large trucker. Lewis carried his captive into one of the empty cubicles and closed the door for a little more privacy, his reptilian killer instincts beginning to take over as the taste of blood and the scent of injured prey took over his mind.
"That was a dumb move, fag. Weakling like you don't get a choice in this. Time you learn to lift yer tail for a real man like me." The skinny lizard tried to shout through his clenched jaws, tried to alert people to his situation - but stopped as a heavy foot landed on his chest, forcing him down onto the dirty toilet floor. "Quit tryin' to get out of this. You're mine, fag.", Lewis said, licking his lips. "All mine. And I ain't gonna let a snack like you get away." Lewis grabbed the nearby trash can, emptying the few scraps of paper and empty wrappers onto the floor. He took the plastic bag out and pulled it over the prone lizard's head, holding on tight as his victim tried to thrash around. He sat on top of the lizard and removed the belt holding his dirty uniform pants up, quickly looping it around the lizard's neck and pulling it tight to keep the bag in place. He held the struggling lizard down against the tiled floor, rolling him onto his belly as the plastic crinkled with each attempt at a deep breath - only to stick against the lizard's head and deny any fresh air getting into his lungs. As he watched his prey struggling, Lewis's pupils constricted and his toes curled, gripping the tiles on the floor as his tail started twitching to keep him ready to pounce. The taste of fresh blood caused Lewis to drool heavily, the thick saliva falling onto his uniform shirt as his hands began to sweat from the adrenalin rushed through his system. He could no longer hold back and pulled the now loose pants down to his ankles. Staring at the franticly flailing form of his air-starved victim, Lewis licked his palm and began to stroke his thick cock, rumbling in delight at the sight and scents of the weaker lizard's death throes as the thick saliva acted as lube around his cut shaft. The plastic bag contracted to show the outline of the struggling lizard's face again, blood and drool causing the thick plastic to stick against the lizard's scales. The weaker male thrashed as hard as he could, tossing his head to dislodge the bag cutting off his air and pulling on his wrists until the hard plastic caused them to bleed - but no matter what he did, the larger frame of the trucker kept him from escaping as his ass was stretched around the thick shaft being rammed inside him ceaselessly. All he could hear was his own ragged breaths and weak attempts at calling for help around the crinkling of plastic as it flexed and stuck to his face.
As the desperate kicking and struggling gave way to erratic jerking and the final trembling throes of dying, Lewis roared in supremacy as his dick began to pump thick streams of lizard cum over the now dead body of his latest conquest. Slowly regaining his breath, Lewis knelt down next to the still warm body, rolling it onto its back and rubbing his hands along the dead scallie's chest - even taking the time to undo the buttons on the lizard's shirt so he could feel the thin ribs and pecs. He loved the way the muscles would still spasm this soon after death, the way the heart still tried to beat life-giving blood around before stopping again from lack of fuel. His hand moved down between the lizard's legs, happy to feel a small and thin cock that matched the puny frame of the feminine lizard. Lewis removed his belt form the lizard's neck and pulled the plastic bag off before giving the slobber-covered head a kiss. He then stood up and began putting his own clothes back on. He was glad to see the bathroom had stayed empty during his killing frenzy.
"Hey, Lewis. You done yet?" a familiar voice called from the still-closed main door. "Fuck, Nomad? When did you get here?" Lewis said, hearing the door open and seeing the large heavy-set gator walk into the bathroom. "I got here shortly before I saw you stalking a fine piece of tail in here. Like I said, you finished yet or should I keep blocking people that wanna piss in here?" the large gator said. "Heh... well, I'm just done." Nomad walked towards the cubicle and opened the door to look inside. "Nice kill, man. Pretty rare I get to see you work" "Thanks, but I think I'll take watch while you take over. I think he's ready for you now." "Yeah?" "Yeah... think he's just about right for you. See what ya think."
Lewis walked passed his old friend Nomad - a gator that stood at least a foot taller than the hefty lizard - and took up position outside the bathroom, leaning against the closed door to block it off. "Fuck... nice work, buddy" Nomad called out from inside the bathroom. "What can I say? Got a killer instinct, just like you. I'd nearly call ya a bad influence" "Hah! That's pretty rich coming from Mr. Drink My Piss." "You gonna talk until he rots, or you gonna have yer fun?" Lewis could hear the low chuckles from his friend give way to rougher grunts, and could hear something soft impacting the tiles and toilet bowl inside the bathroom. He knew how much Nomad liked a tight hole - willing or not. He wondered how hard the gator would go, knowing that cock had split people open in the past from its impressive length and girth, as well as the merciless pair of hips driving it.
The humping noises gave way to wetter noises, slapping, and the dull sound of bones breaking. Lewis yawned and wandered back to his own truck when he began to hear Nomad start to gulp down his fresh meal.
Lewis was half way through a "damaged" six pack from his cargo by the time Nomad wandered by, still licking at the flecks of blood on his lips. Lewis tossed the visible fatter gator a bottle as he arrived. "Looks like you enjoyed that guy as much as me" Lewis said, using his own hand to wipe some of the blood off Nomad's long toothy snout. "Heh, you sure know how to pick'em. A fag like that must be used to men your size. He barely stayed together while I was inside'im." "And a thin layer of plastic was all it took. I swear, half the people in our profession aren't real men anymore" "Speaking of 'real men', any reason you left me alone so anyone could wander in and interupt my meal? You're a real dickhead sometimes." "I know, but you love it really." The two large truckers clinked their bottles together in agreement before finishing their beers. "I gotta go pee. You leave a mess in there?" Lewis said. "No worse than normal, but I'm thirsty" replied Nomad as he knelt down in front of Lewis's crotch. "Why don't you wet my whistle a bit." "Fuck, you sure? Thought that was something you only gave, never received." "For a mate like you, I'll make a rare exception" Nomad said, pulling down the zipper of Lewis's pants and fishing out the stout lizard dick inside - laying it on his tongue and sucking lightly to encourage the lizard to start pissing. Lewis grunted in pleasure as he began to urinate into his friend's warm mouth, his cock feeling like the piss was being milked out of him from the gentle suckling of Nomad's lips and tongue. He placed a hand on the gator's head and began stroking gently, glad to see his friend had already whipped out his monstrous shaft and was masturbating freely in the parking lot. As Lewis's golden stream died out, he began to hump his now erect shaft into his friend's mouth, enjoying the warm hole as he gently fucked it. Lewis yelled in surprise as Nomad suddenly pulled the lizard's legs out from under him - causing Lewis to fall onto his back in the sandy ground beside his truck. Nomad quickly knelt over the prone lizard, still furiously stroking his own shaft. As Nomad's chest shook with the deep rumble of gator pleasure, his massive shaft began to spurts globs of thick cum all over his friend's face and head.
"The fuck, faggot, you know I hate the smell of your cock cheese!" "Ah, shut up. You know I ain't gonna sub to you for real. Puny lil lizard like you, should be glad I ain't eat you like that other fool already" "You ruined my chance to cum. That ain't cool man. And after me sharing my hard-earned stolen beer with you, too!" "Fine! Guess I'll take care of your little dick, princess!" the gator said as he kept his hips on the lizard to stop him rolling away and turned himself around, his hands wrapping around his friend's dick as he pushed the soles of his massive feet into Lewis's face. "I know you love them, so be a good boy and get licking. Otherwise, this little lizard will be screaming all the way home" Nomad said, patting his bulging belly to emphasis his meaning. Lewis began to run his snout against the gator's bare feet, licking between the dusty toes - still tasting the blood from their earlier victim. He quickly coated the foot in his sticky saliva as his friend's skilled hands worked his shaft. Lewis enjoyed the sensation, the taste and scents of his friend and the quickly pumping hands on his dick. "Oh, for fuck sake Lewis, give me a warning next time!" Nomad said, closing his eyes and pulling back as his friend's cock had started pumping thick spurts of cum all over his face without warning. "Don't stop now, bro. Got a few more for ya" "God damn, Lewis..."