Scales and Latex
"You know," The baritone voice rumbled behind him, just a flicker of a hiss in the intonation. "It's not going to get any closer if you just keep standing at the doorway, Repo." It was said with all the jovial and good-natured chiding of a parent correcting a child's mistake, but the deep voice was intimidation made manifest, just like the man behind it. The gremlin didn't need to turn around to know how he'd describe the overbearing male at his back.
Black as midnight, scales glittering like polished onyx with rivulets of deep gold cutting harsh channels of banding contrast through the nightscape painted on him. Eyes that pierced through the darkness like headlights through the fog and in just that same shade of deep and vibrant yellow. A confident smile on his face, knowing very well how much he owned his presence and those around him, a tinge of white from his over-hanging fangs that followed the curve of his dark-scaled lips.
If all of this wasn't enough for someone so dominant a presence, his height added easily to that overwhelming aura. Twice and twice again the gremlin's height by his length alone, he had to duck to enter doorways and slouch under low ceilings to pass through. If he rose up to his maximum height on his tail, he'd have no problems touching the backboard of a basketball goal. Solid muscle corded under his scales, not bulked up like many guys of the same description, instead he was sleek and slender with raw power bunched up in those sinuous muscles that just begged to be used.
"Yeah, but... it's." Repo's voice quailed, the rust-red monster looked into the lit room in front of him. He'd imagined that his first impression of such a place would be one of a dank, gloomy dungeon hidden in someone's basement. Chains and ropes and other deviant implements that would score the skin and tittilate the flesh But no, it was as well lit as any other bedroom, a soft glow from shaded lamps casting their light on the four-posted bed inside. The only clue that this room was for the sort of carnal delights that came into its life were small things that Repo had to strain to notice. Cuffs attached to the bed posts, a bench in front of the bed that was too high for anything but tying someone over it, a wardrobe that had a door cracked open slightly to allow light onto a set of manacles of varying sizes. Other than that, the diminutive gremlin could honestly see this as a hotel room at some beachside resort.
The gremlin swallowed again, pursing his lips as he tried to keep his mouth from cottoning up from the deep-seated hesitation burning through him. "It's my first time, is all." He admitted with a slight hunch of his shoulders and a sheepish smile back up at the serpent. "I mean, I know you and trust you, it's just..." He breathed in again, exhaling it as a lingering sigh of frustration. "I can't be as bold as you are, Ophis. I'm just a coward that goes through life day to day in the hopes that no one notices me." He laughed hollowly, even as he felt a large hand drop onto his shoulder. Dimly, he realized that those fingers could probably cross the entire breadth of his chest with room to squeeze on his ribs, a fact not entirely lost on their owner as he lowered his face towards the coffee-creamed snout of the hesitating monster.
"And that's just what we're here to fix, aren't we?" Ophis smiled, as gently as he could manage though it was still unnerving to see fangs as long as the length of his palm on either side of that open mouth. "We enter this room and you're no longer 'Repo'. You're going to be a lot of things in there, but the main point is that we're going to lose yourself in there and find a new you along the way. Maybe even someone who won't rush out of the leather club even with one of his best friends calling after him?" Repo grimaced as he remembered his first time 'dressing the part' and the aftermath of him running out with just a pair of chaps and a vest to cover him into a late, snowy November night with panic surging in his chest. When he'd come back into the club with snow covering his head, he just remembered a deafening silence beating in his ears as his vision tunneled. No one had said a word to him, but he noticed the whispers and the curious glances towards him as he went back to the changing room to get out of his leather gear in favor of his street clothes.
Repo inhaled, feeling his throat quake just a bit in protest against a raw hurt that'd suddenly made itself known again. When his eyes opened again, they were full of steeled determination and purpose. "Okay." He turned back towards the room and stepped inside, crossing the threshold sending a chill like icewater down his spine. The atmosphere was suddenly thick as he stepped across the plush carpet towards the bed, almost like the walls were closing in around him and compressing him into an even smaller package than his nigh on five foot frame was already. Scales rustled along the carpet as Ophis' towering body blocked the doorway, his long tail curling inward a bit as the door closed with a click like the final nail into a coffin.
Ophis' voice sounded like it was coming from underwater as he spoke, command coming to his tone as naturally as breathing. "Strip." An order that the gremlin could hardly refuse as he took those extra steps into the room before his fingers clutched shakily at the tearaway clothes he'd been wearing most of the day. It took him several tugs, his spindly fingers unable to get much grip before a sudden desperation rent the fabric away from his body and left him standing there. Heat crawled up to his cheeks as he could feel the serpent's eyes on him, examining his underclothing of choice with a critical and almost assuredly entertained eye.
The black latex was so tight around his shoulders, limiting their movement just slightly, the slick lines of the rubbery fabric following the curve of his shoulderblades and bits of his spine unnaturally well. Like a second skin, it curved around his chest and accentuated his lean physique as he stretched his arms upwards to better allow Ophis' eyes to glaze over him. The fabric stopped at the bottom of his chest, but that wasn't the only rubber that he'd been wearing today in the slightest. He heard the huff of contained amusement as the reptile's slitted eyes ventured south towards the cropped latex underwear on him. The material didn't cover anything that it should, and everything that it shouldn't, leaving his groin and rear exposed while squeezing itself around his hips and thighs like symbiotic flesh. It shifted only slightly when he moved, a ring of material clipped around the upper portion of his testicles and leaving the furred orbs out in the cold so to speak. The last piece of pvc on the monster was simple enough, a pair of short socks that stopped before his toes and ended at the back of his heel, hardly important but they both knew why he wore them instead of not at all.
The carpet shifted under slithering scales as Ophis manuevered himself around Repo, gold eyes cast down towards the inexperienced monster. There was a pregnant pause hanging in the air before the gremlin looked up towards the male, only to be met by a forked tongue curling sensually over midnight black lips. "You look good." Ophis muttered, noting the little puff of pride that came to the gremlin's chest. A scaled finger came down across Repo's chest, running along the fabric as he got that wonderful little squeak of flesh on rubber. "Very good." A scent clouded the air and Repo barely had to look down to realize that the serpent was... very much aroused. A pink tip was pressing out of his groin scales, a vent barely covering the emerging protrusion that was to the gremlin's mounting shock just as big around as his fist.
As he watched, it just seemed to expand outwards, slowly filling the space with the reptile's rising staff. It started with a spaded tip, thick along the outer edges before curving back in just slightly to meet the rest of the shaft and leaving a slight crease between the two. Just at the base of that first meeting place was a ridge, about a knuckle's length or so of rigid flesh. From there, about a fingerwidth apart, several similar protrustions appeared along the underbelly of the girthy pole until it stopped about three inches from where it emerged. And for those last three inches, there was what could only have been described as a knot, though not as large or as impossibly thick as most canines seemed to have. Instead, it was slight bulges like a flexed muscled around the two sides of the base, with a third one forming along the belly of the beast to add to that pattern of thick ridges. And there, at the very base, was a slight sheen of fluid from its resting place, with slight folds of muscle and flesh that kept the phallus rigidly in place as well as pulled it back in when it wasn't being used. A scaled ridge folded around this last part, pushed outwards by the full weight of the mast sprouted forth from it and as likely to fold back in as a covering for that impossible arousal. How it hid itself from view when Ophis wasn't aroused, Repo hadn't a clue in the world where it disappeared to.
A click of the tongue drew Repo from the depths of his own mind kicking and screaming, forcing him to look back up at the reptile's smug features. "At least you know what you want, considering how long you were looking at it." A dark chuckle before the serpent slid backwards across the floor, laying his upper body amid the coils of his tail with his shaft laying across the topmost round of dark scales. "But we need to cover the rules while we're in here, don't we?" Arms folded across a sleek chest, the reptile continued, "The first is that this is all consensual. The moment that you don't like what's going on, you need to tell me. Even if it's only making you uncomfortable for a second, it wouldn't do you any good to push through something you're not liking in the hopes that you will. Certainly won't help us make the best of this, that's for sure."
Repo shifted a bit closer towards the bed, hesitantly leaning against one of the large posts that went up towards the ceiling, his attention fixed on Ophis. "With that part clear, here's the rules for everything from here on out." The serpent adjusted himself, clearing his throat. "Your name is meaningless. You have no name. You're whatever I choose to call you. Slut, boy, slave, bitch, whatever. If any of those possibilities make you truly uncomfortable, tell me now or I'll just assume it's okay to call you whatever I feel like." They both stared at each other, only their chests moving signifying that they were both still alive, though Repo's heart was beating heavier inside of him. "You're to obey my every command, regardless of how it might sound. If I tell you to lick the floor, you better lick the floor. If you don't do it, then you'll get punished. How you end up being punished is entirely up to me, though I don't think that you'll have much problem with it."
"Lastly, we need a way for you to communicate your nonconsent if we start getting into things you don't like," Repo couldn't help but agree, listening carefully so he could commit the details to memory. "Your mouth or your hands will be your only way of expression, so I won't be blocking both at the same time. You'll either have your arms bound or your mouth blocked, but not both at once," Ophis' arms came up in front of him in a large X-shape, tapping the fingers of both hands on his shoulders. "This is your non-verbal stop sign. You do this, and I'll know that you're definitely not into it." His arms changed positions, palms flat on his forearms with both hands tucked in against his elbows and once again drumming his hands. "This is your yellow light. I'll know that I need to ease off just a touch to get you back to where you're comfortable. Obviously, some of the positions that I can tie you in will end up with your body aching, so this is probably your go-to for when you need a break from them, okay?"
"Yeah, I got it." Repo nodded, his lips pursed just slightly before he thought to ask, "But what if my hands are what's tied? What're my words for those?" He hoped it was a good question, and the smile that touched Ophis' lips made him feel confident he was right in asking.
"Simple enough. Red light and yellow light," The snake's eyes widened for a moment before he made a curved shape in front of his pelvis using his hands with his fingers tapping the flesh at his hips. "This is green light, which is also your word for when you're ready to continue or you seem to be in pain enough for me to ask if you're alright. I'm not going to lie, you're going to get the full package and find out just what you're into and what you're not into. There's going to be a lot of kinks we're going to cover, even just in tonight's session, so your comfort is one hundred percent the top priority. Do you have any questions? This is your last chance to speak freely."
It all mulled around in the gremlin's mind, ideas and thoughts bubbling up to the surface before getting shunted back down. He should ask this or that, but they'd just end up going through it anyway, right? Sooner or later, the snake would show rather than tell him just what was going to happen tonight and it was best to just let the master work instead of asking for an itinerary. The image brought a slight chuckle out of the gremlin before he corrected himself and stood up as straight as possible. "No, sir."
Ophis grinned, a dangerously fanged smile that Repo had never seen on the serpent's lips save for a few very special occasions. The way his eyes narrowed, Repo knew that he was in the spider's web and very much on the menu for the evening's main course. "Turn around and bend over. As low as you can go, touch the floor with your hands if you can." Even the snake's voice had dropped, still as silken as honey but now it was honey amid a buzzing hive.
A pivot on his foot and Repo could no longer see the large snake, only hear the slight hiss of his breathing. He inhaled slowly before he bent over at the waist, following the natural curve of his spine before his fingers touched above his ankles. He made an attempt to go even lower, only to feel a telltale pain shooting up his spine and shaking his head. "I can't go any lower, sir." He weakly admitted, ears drooping just slightly to either side of his head.
"That's fine, slut. Move your tail." Ophis commanded, the Repo's short and ropy tail immediately obeying and draping itself over his right rump cheek instead of laying straight in between them. Movement brought the serpent closer, the gremlin could just feel the heat of a body so close to his, but the noise that perked up his ears made him wonder. Air sucked around something, with a hot huff of breath following suit before what had happened introduced itself to the gremlin's anus. The saliva-slickened digit circled lazily around his back entrance, making Repo draw in a hiss of breath. That hiss was immediately brought to an end with a harsh smack coming across his toned rear, jolting him forward in position slightly.
"Don't make a noise and don't move." Another command and this time Repo bit his lip as the finger prodded his tight hole. He wasn't a stranger to having his hole played with, there'd even been a few times he'd found someone that wanted to fuck him, but this was on a level all its own. It was an alien sensation, the finger tip never venturing to penetrate and instead massaging its way across the wrinkled surface of the gremlin's back passage. The warmth of saliva slowly started to cool the longer it was in the open air, though with the slight humid heat hanging in the room it wasn't much of a difference. At least until he heard the serpent draw a much louder breath before releasing it, aiming his lips down between the gremlin's cheeks to rake like ice across his asshole.
Repo wanted to shiver, to tense up, to moan unsteadily like some craven whore, but the command from the snake beat down on his ears to cow him into silence. It repeated itself, the slow drag of a finger from lips to the press of a whole digit along his hole, then the aching chill of cold air being blown across his anus. Still, the gremlin grit his teeth and kept his ground, much to the serpent's apparent amusement as he patted Repo's rear and drew back. He'd never been so turned on his life as he hung there, panting heavily with his erection threatening to burst out of his tight latex shorts as he heard the reptile's body draw itself upright again.
The gremlin had just about been to stand himself up as well, his fingers moving from around his ankles before a bolt of fear burst across his chest and he stayed down. He hadn't been told to move, had he? Why was he wanting to get himself punished?! And it seemed that Ophis had noticed that little quirk of movement, because he gave the upturned red rear of the gremlin another solid pat with his broad hand. "Good, that's good. Nicely obeying orders like a good bitch, aren't you?" A rumbling laugh before the naga slipped away. Repo had to strain his ears, the plush carpeting meaning that he couldn't follow the snake's movements as easily if he were on tile or wood. Probably by design, now that he thought about it. "Move to the bench, straddle it with your arms and legs hanging over the sides."
So far the commands had been easy to follow and this wasn't any different, Repo thought as he hoisted his leg over the padded wooden surface. Leather creaked underneath him as he sunk his weight across the length of the upright bench. Arms and legs dangling over it, his chest squeaking slightly as the leather and latex materials ground against each other. It didn't help that the position put pressure on his erect member, still trapped away in the tight costume that he'd worn around for a good portion of the day but that was bound to be the least of his problems tonight.
Quilted leather wrapped their way around his wrists and ankles, locking him to each of the bench's legs as the snake had crept upon him while he was lost in his thoughts. He pulled at the tight bindings, only about three inches or so of give to the material before a chain snapped taut. Given time alone, he might have wriggled out of the cuffs but the snake wasn't going to give him that chance. Again, a hand cracked down across his ass, making Repo yelp as pain stung him through his brief moment of fear. "I didn't say squirm. Not yet, anyway." The reptile shot the gremlin a fanged grin as Repo turned his head to look at Ophis.
The snake had been busy, it seemed, considering the bottle of lubricant he held in one hand and the long string of beads he held by a ring on his middle finger. The first bead started out as large around as a ping pong ball, but as the gremlin's eyes trailed upwards they started getting larger and larger, with the last one as big as an orange. The bob of his adam's apple as he swallowed felt like a knot in his throat about the same size, anyway. As he looked, the reptile upturned the bottle of lubricant onto the first bead, massaging the slippery and thick fluid around it with a precision born out of constant use.
"This is going inside of you. You will say green light, yellow light, or red light, depending on if you think you can fit another." Ophis spoke of this matter-of-factly, sure that he'd hear no disagreement from the monster strapped down to the leather-padded bench. All Repo could do was wonder just how far he could actually go along that string, the silicone chain jiggling a bit as the reptile finished lubricating the first bead on it and started lowering it down towards the monster's upturned rump.
The bottle of lubricant was placed gingerly to the side atop the bed, leaving Ophis with the free hand necessary to guide the first bead against the gremlin's rear. It dragged along the taut flesh between his cheeks, the cold water-based lubricant smearing itself in a thin and sloppy trail near the monster's pucker. It was hardly noticeable at first, but then the snake started to apply pressure with his index finger. It hadn't looked like it was all that big, but as it stretched his hole open around it all the gremlin could think about was how in the heavens he'd ever reach that last one. At last, though, the apex of the ball slipped inside of him and it was just a moment's more pressure before it fully entered him and he closed up around the string protruding from the other end. Repo's mouth hung open as he tried to focus, already his insides were clenching around the invading toy and trying to either pull it deeper or push it free of him and the sensation was driving him wild.
Without asking, the second one pushed against the gremlin's once again closed rear, wiggling this way and that as it started wedging the monster open so soon after the first. Repo's arms pulled at the chains binding him to the bench, his muscles straining as the larger bead forced its way inside of him with the reptile's finger following after for a brief moment before the digit pulled free. "What light are you feeling, slut?" The voice broke the tense silence, Repo's mind trying to wrap around the voice before processing it properly.
"Gr-green li... green light." He gasped out finally, sweat already beading up across his brow as he pushed his hips back and up against the snake's hand resting on it.
The third was so much larger than the first two, it was almost on a different class of its own. The lubricant helped, but it seemed like no matter how much the naga wiggled it or pressured it against that puckered flesh, the gremlin's anus just wasn't yielding. Repo could feel his precum pooling inside of his latex shorts, smearing across his groin with the slick fluids coating his dark cock. It seemed like it was going to be in vain until Repo's voice rose up as the third bead finally breached into him, the large orb stretching him open around it before it popped in as well. He collapsed back on the bench, his chest heaving as he shuddered in place, eyes lidding as he relished the sensation of all three of those orbs trapped inside of him. "Y... Yellow." His voice croaked weakly.
Instead of the fourth being put into him, the gremlin felt a hand pressing down on his back and massaging his spine through the slick material between his shoulder blades. "You're doing good so far, slut." Ophis' voice was a few shades gentler, though he was still very much in that 'dominant' mindset. Repo listened to the praise as just what it was meant to be, though, a smile coming to his lips despite his current situation. "You want them out or do you want to try for number four? It won't be easy if you decide to keep going..." He warned softly, even as his hand pulled away from Repo's heaving frame.
Repo had to pause for a moment, considering the options as carefully as he could. He could very well keep going and possibly injure himself, or he could stop and they'd move on to whatever the serpent had planned for next. By this point, it was clear that the reptile was following a sort of checklist, going from task to task like a scientist with a clipboard. And who was the gremlin to stop the reptile from working towards his end goal? "Out." He croaked wearily, his vision blurring for a moment as the snake was rather quick to just tug them all free at once. "Hnnhffh!" Repo muffled into the bench, even as hands undid the bindings around his wrists and ankles.
"Twist around onto your back, as comfortable as you can manage." Repo did his best to comply, rolling around until his back was firmly on the leather with his head hanging slightly off the edge. What he saw when his eyes opened again was the reptile's groin hanging in front of him, the fat shaft bobbing and throbbing away just inches from his nose. The scent that hung around it was pure masculinity, strong and virile just like the gremlin mostly wasn't. He breathed it in, practically sucking down that strong scent as the naga's hips shifted forward and nudged the spade-shaped head of cock against his lips. "Open your mouth."
A moment's hesitation dragged out into moments etched in time as the monster lay there, the demand to open his mouth still ringing in his ears. But, he'd agreed to do whatever the man said and so he parted his lips wide open, wider and wider until his jaw physically ached. Ophis' hips pushed forward again, the tapered head of shaft forcing its way into the gremlin's mouth and stifling his protests before they'd even begun. His jaws had been to the limit before, but now they felt as if they'd dislocate altogether with the constant, insistent pressure on the top and bottom. It was wedging his mouth open, making him choke around the whole member as the head pushed against his throat. With his head angled back, all he could see was blackness, with the bare hint of pink flesh amid the scales. Hands gripped down onto his shoulders, keeping him level as the blunt head speared open his gullet, locking the air inside of him.
He lay like that for what felt like minutes, but only seconds had passed before Ophis was pulling his body backwards, letting his throat ripple around that giant cock as he left a trail of throat slime along the first few inches. It didn't take very long for the next thrust to come, spreading his neck open around the whole thing as it pushed on the back of his adam's apple. Cold air suddenly wrapped its way around his shaft before a scaly mitt gripped the whole length in its palm, jerking it in time with those firm and potent thrusts. Repo's claws gripped onto the leather beneath them, hooking into the fabric and threatening to tear it up as he was used like a condom for the depraved reptile. It pistoned in and out of his throat, stifling his moans amid flesh as his lips got nearer and nearer to that looming base. It felt like the dick was all the way down his throat and pumping strong ropes of precum directly into his stomach, when it was really only reaching as far as his collarbone, though that didn't change the amount of prespunk it was putting out!
His throat clenched as the knot pushed at his lips, unable to stretch his jaws open any further than they already were though there was a desperate grind or five to try and force it... but no dice. Ophis' hips rocked Repo bodily on the leather bench, making the wooden legs underneath it clatter as the furniture was lifted up off of its legs before going right back down again. A strangled cry gurgled around the invading member as the gremlin's body gave up and he hit his peak, his thin and ropy strands of precum flying into the air before raining back down on his stomach and portions of his rubber half-shirt. His eyes were rolling back into his head, steadily gurgling away around Ophis' amazingly fat rod before it erupted as well. All the gremlin heard was something like a moan of delight from several yards away, his hearing dimming as the cock throbbed away in his gullet. He couldn't taste the creamy sperm getting forcefed down his neck, but he could feel the volume. Pumping away, sloshing around his insides before the naga started pulling free before he got overly full. Hot ropes of nut batter arced across the gremlin's body, staining his fur, his latex clothing, the bench... everything up to about three feet away found itself under a deluge of white.
Repo's mouth simply hung open as he tried to collect himself, cum oozing its way back up his throat and out of the corners of his mouth as his heavy breathing made it gargle. He was... he felt... He couldn't describe what it was about this moment in time that made him feel so good, why he was so enthralled as arms lifted him up and guided him down into a cotton soft bed. Repo swallowed as the naga's arms wrapped around him, a few loops of strong and muscular coils adding onto the pile for good measure. But one thing that he was sure about was that he wanted nothing more than to do this again. And again. And again. Kinkier and kinkier, he'd love it all if he was in this naga's strong arms at the end of it.