[b][u][center]Ain’t Resting Here
For BlazingPelt
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








“Yeah, yeah, I’m on my way home now. Just have to make a quick pit stop.”

The cat stepped out of his car, his cell phone still pressed to his ear as he made his way from the small parking lot to the hexagonal structure that constituted the rest stop. He groaned, his bladder already pressing at him needily, and he knew that he had to hurry if he didn’t want to make a mess. 

He pushed the door open, rushing into the stall so fast that he forgot to lock it. It didn’t matter. His zipper was down, and he was letting it all out. The feeling of relief as his bladder was emptied was just...perfect. 

“Mmmmph. Sorry. I just had to hurry.”

“Yeah, I can hear the splatter from here. Why’d you take the phone into the bathroom?”

“Dunno. Just didn’t want to stop talking to you, heh.”

Jake smiled as he felt the need draining away, shaking his head a few times. He shook his cock, letting the last droplets fall into the bowl. His boyfriend kept talking, though. 

“You going to be home in a couple of hours?”

“Pretty much. Just depends on traffic from here.”

“I look forward to seeing you again. You know how I worry when you’re out and about like this.”

“Oh, come on. It’s not like I end up getting bent over every time.”

“No, you just end up doing that when people are shoving you around.”

“Not fair.”

“True, though.”

“Yeah, well, there’s not going to be any bending over this time.”

“Wanna bet?”

The new voice was most definitely not his boyfriend’s. Jake slowly turned on the spot, the cat finding himself looking up at a large crocodile in short order. His eyes went wide, and he sputtered, stammered to say something. 

Instead, the crocodile reached out, knocked the phone out of his hand so that it fell to the floor. It didn’t disconnect, either, as the big guy stepped inside of the stall with him. Jake took a step back, his hand falling on the flush handle of the toilet. The rushing water filled his ears, and so did the crocodile’s chuckle. 

“So, you one of those cock suckers that waits for guys like me, huh?”

“I’m not...nothing like that.”

“Really? Didn’t sound like it from the way you were talking to that guy.”

“I...get out of my way.”

He tried to push the crocodile out of the way, and when that didn’t work, he tried to sidle around him. That didn’t work either, only getting him grabbed around the neck. Hard. The sudden squeeze left him gasping, and he grabbed at the scaly hand around his neck, trying to wriggle free. 

“Heh, you ain’t a cocksucker? Look at those lips, boy. That’s the face of a cocksucker if I ever saw one.”

“Let...let me…”

The croc pushed him down, and his legs buckled in the process. He couldn’t hold himself upright, forced to go along as the big guy pulled him in, his face smeared against the greasy jeans of the bigger male, feeling the bulge just under them. The cat whimpered, trying to shake his head, but all that he did was grind his face back and forth against the heavy bulge. 

Then the zipper started coming down. 

Jake stared, his eyes wide as he saw the edge of the wet underwear beneath the crocodile’s pants. The tip of the bulge was already wet, and that fat cock was getting bigger and bigger as the seconds wore on. He was pulled even closer, his nose shoved against the very tip, forced to breathe in the musk of the croc’s crotch, and he groaned, trying to pull away again. Futile as it was, he was trying to fight. 

“Yeah, go ahead and fight, pussy. You think it’s gonna help? Here’s a clue for you.”

The croc thrust against him, grinding against his face, nudging him with the tip of that erection every time. He felt it rubbing against his lips, leaving smears of pre behind that got through the fabric of the croc’s boxers. He could taste it every time that he opened his mouth to protest, smell it every time that it slipped under his nose. It was so...so potent. 

Shivers were running down his spine, the sheer force of the reptile getting to him in a horrible way. He tried to pull away, tried to ignore the way that his hole was twitching and some part of him was begging for more, but it was nearly impossible. All he could think of was the dick, the need that it awoke in him. 

Finally, the croc pulled down his pants, swaying his shaft from side to side. With it fully unveiled, he had a perfect view. It was heavy, twitching, drooling from the tip with so much pent-up pre. In his mind’s eye, he could almost see the fumes of musk coming off of it, the sheer reek of masculinity filling the air. He tried to pull away, his mouth watering, but the croc only let him move further up. 

“Who were you talking to on the phone, boi?”

“My...my boyfriend.”

“Is he this big?”

“No,” he answered without thinking. 

“Heh, you wish he was?”

“...”

“I said, do you wish he was, you little fuck?”

“I...I’d like something a bit bigger…”

“Well, suck on this, then.”

Jake couldn’t hold back as he was shoved down, the tip of that cock forced past his lips and into his throat on the first thrust. The cat hated how easy he was, but he couldn’t deny how much he wanted that dick, how much he wanted to be filled with it and fucked with it again and again. His hands twitched at his waist, his eyes rolling back as he was forced to taste the musky shaft, the constant flow of pre spreading over his tongue like oil. 

As the shaft rested on his tongue, the tip all the way back in his throat, the crocodile bent over him. At first, he thought that it was just going to be a weird face-rutting thing, but no. There was something else that would happen. 

The crocodile stood up again, and pressed the still-working phone near his face. Then, and only then, did the big guy start thrusting. 

Jake could hardly breathe with a hand around his throat and the cock slamming down inside. There were times when he couldn’t breathe at all, when he felt the thick shaft bottoming out inside of him and the hand squeezing at the same time. It made the croc’s dick feel all the larger inside of him, making him shiver and shudder more from the sense of being so violated, so helpless. 

In and out, in and out it went, each thrust followed by a gluck or a cough as it went down into his throat, and then a panting shiver and groan as it came back up. The croc’s scaly balls slapped against his chin, and after the first minute or two, the croc stepped forward, putting one big boot on his shoulder and fucking his face harder, faster. 

“Yeah, you like that, you little bitch? You think you could come in here, talk about being a cock sucker, and then leave without getting at least one good dicking? Ain’t happening here, ain’t ever happening here. Go on, take it. Take it good and deep.

“Heh, you hear that, fuck? You hear your boyfriend sucking cock like this? I betcha he’s done this before. He’s taking me nice and deep. Not hesitating at all, this one. I think he likes it.”

And deep inside, there was a part of Jake that did. There was a part of him that was getting off to this rough treatment, even knowing that the phone beside his face was picking up the whole thing for Red to hear. His eyes rolled back in his head, his cheeks burning in humiliation as he was pulled back and forth, used as nothing but a kneeling fleshlight. His mouth was soaked with the musky taste of the croc’s cock, and he could feel it pulsing over his tongue. 

His own cock was rock hard, throbbing and pulsing in his pants, and he shivered as he felt his need rising. It was dripping through him, making him feel worse and worse, his cheeks burning hot. 

[i]Please, please, don’t...I don’t...I want…[/i]

Jake wanted to say that he wanted the croc to stop, but it was impossible to finish that thought. He needed more than this. He needed...he was just a bitch...he needed cock...needed to be used. 

The cat swallowed around the shaft, pulling it further into his mouth, and that was the last thing that the croc needed to go over the edge. His attacker pulled him down to the base, cum splashing down his throat in hot, thick ropes that he was forced to swallow or drown in. The feeling of being a [i]thing[/i] to the croc rather than a person was...horrifyingly arousing. 

He expected the croc to pull out, then, but he only pulled back partway. Jake looked up in confusion, only to feel a sudden throb through the shaft. It swelled, and suddenly - 

[i]He’s pissing in my mouth![/i]

The hot, bitter taste washed across his tongue, forcing him back when the crocodile finally let go of him. He sputtered, spitting it out, and the golden flow washed over him, spreading down his chest and along his pants. It forced his clothes to stick to him, and his attacker seemed all too happy to spread it around with waves of his hand, swing his dick around at the base. 

At the end of it, his clothes were stuck to his body, and he stank of the crocodile’s urine. The big guy chuckled, tucking his cock away and turning around. 

“You’re a good toilet boy, pussy. Should come here more often.”

Jake panted, slowly reaching up to the side to get his phone that the croc had left behind. The line was still live, which meant that Red had heard everything. He shivered, holding his hand over the speaker as he collected himself. 

[i]Gods...how do I explain this one?[/i] he wondered. 













[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]