Alejandro was in a good mood. The large alligator set up the camera, making sure everything was in-frame, and then got to work. The muscular but still plump man came round to where a young boy, a cub no older than six or seven, was standing awkwardly. To hide his face, the predatory gator wore a mask. The boy wasn’t dressed to impress or to keep his identity safe.   A moment later and he was tackling the poor kid. The panicking Labrador tried to fight back, punching and kicking the large man as he snatched him by the throat and lifted him off his toes. The kid thrashed some, and the sight and feeling of his prey wriggling made the cock hidden in his jockstrap twitch with a beat of life. 

He threw him to the floor, hard. The boy yelped as he practically bounced off the ground, and Alejandro descended on him. He snatched his hands, and squeezed. Every pop of bone breaking sent a shiver up Alejandro’s spine, shooting pleasure into his fucked up heart. The wailing kid beneath him cried even louder as he fiddled with those crushed hands now. Purposefully bending them at the wrist to send white hot agony through his toy. 

The alligator was a bad person. He loved knowing it, too. “Cry more.” Was all he said whilst letting his fat uncut cock flop free onto the boy’s belly. Alejandro’s cockhead spurt precut into the little cub’s face, and the stench of his musk made the child try and tilt his head away. He wouldn’t get the respite he wanted. The alligator yanked the Labrador’s scalp and mashed his urehtra against the boy’s snout. “Yeah, fuuuuuck. Give it a kiss.”

The boy did nothing. “Give it a fucking kiss.” Alejandro repeated. He didn’t give the pup another chance to obey, suddenly pinching his nose and then sending his meaty, sweaty dick right down the poor kid’s gullet. The big gator’s pudgy muscle gut smothered the kid each time he forced himself balls-deep. It felt so fucking good, the wet, tight confines of the boy’s throat. It fit him perfect. His massive, sweaty nuts smacked off the boy’s chin, with the gator straddling the cub’s chest now and purposefully letting his weight down until he heard a satisfying pop of a rib or three. 

“Yeah runt, taste that dick. Choke on it. Let me hear it.” He felt frenzied, but took his time. He wanted the kiddo to really suffer. His smooth nuts sagged and clenched between pangs of intense bliss, the gator’s skin a sheen of sweat, his raunchy musk overpowering the child’s senses now. “Swallow it all and I’ll let you go home.” Said the gator, lying through his teeth. 

The kid had very little time to figure out what “it all” was. Shots of hot white pedo jizz shot on his tongue, in his belly, and when he sputtered and coughed, it leaked around the seal of his lips to form a nice thick glaze on his chest and tummy. Alejandro huffed and let his jaw hang, tongue out, drooling on the Labrador as he savored the orgasm. Feeling his nuts had been neglected, Alejandro only shifted positions slightly. He let his hefty nuts, damp from sweat and spit, blanket the cub’s face. 

Then he pressed down, cutting off air. As he suffocated the child in his nuts, he reached to his own fat nipples, teasing them and tugging. It was a heady conception of pleasure and indulgences, and hedonism too. What had begun as some sort of mock wrestling had become one-sided abuse, and now murder. 

Alejandro flexed his biceps for the camera, grinding against the Labrador’s face while he cried, choked, and died. When he did finally pass, the alligator withdrew. The corpse was a mess of sweat, spit, and jizz. Mangled hands from being crushed, bruised ribs. 

Now all that remained was to send the video off to his mother. At least she wouldn’t have to buy things for Christmas now. He amused himself with that kind of twisted comedy often. The body was always an inconvenient leftover, but he figured he’d just wait a few hours and then burn it. That’s what he did with em all anyways.