Sam looked from his phone to the house number and back again a few times. Sure people can surprise you, but the cat in the picture looked so... destitute. Really the only reason the crocodile had chose to meet up with him was because their profiles lined up so much, so meeting up with his new meal wouldn't take as much convincing as it usually does. He pressed the doorbell and looked again at the fancy mansion. It was two stories tall and wide enough to fit two houses. Maybe once he'd eaten he could find an excuse to move in and take over.
He still had a small smirk on his face when the door opened and the cat stood before him... well, below him would be more appropriate. Along with being as dishevelled as he was in the picture the young cat was only just half the size of him. "Sam right? Come on in." The cat motioned to come in with a wave and walked back in without even checking to see if the croc was following him. "What do you think of the place?
"It's very nice uhh..."
"Craig. Don't worry, names escape me too sometimes." Craig said, seeming rather distracted. It was a very nice place, large but not to excessive, with enough paintings and knick knacks decorating the room to make the space seem well used without being tacky. "The toilet down the hall on the left if you need it." Sam shook his head and followed Craig upstairs. "So where are we going to do it?"
"Really? You seemed above that on your profile. I like to sit and chat first. You know,  get to know each other a little bit before the sex happens."
"Whoa," Sam said, taken aback a little "you don't beat around the bush about these things huh?"
"We're in private, why would we need to?" Craig said with a chuckle. Sam shrugged. He was right after all, it was just him and Craig in the house, though Craig didn't realise how wrong he was about what was going to happen. 
After a brief hesitation Sam decided to humour the young cat and followed him into room to talk a bit.
The first thing Sam noticed about the room was the ticking. The room Craig had led him to was filled with clocks of all sorts, digital clocks, alarm clocks, those weird cat clocks with moving eyes, clocks that you only seem to find in tourist shops and in the middle of the far wall, a giant, onyx grandfather clock. "This'll be the first room to clear out." Sam muttered under his breath. "Hmm? Did you say something?" Craig said, flumping down on one of several beanbags and smiling innocently. Sam feigned a smile. "Just was thinking about how annoying all this ticking must get." Craig looked around him, seeming like he just noticed the vast quantity of clocks. "Oh my collection? You get used to it. I actually come in here for meditation sessions. The ticking helps regulate my breathing. I'd be happy to teach you how if you want."
"No thanks, I'm not one for the meditation stuff." Sam said with a shrug as he sat on one of the larger beanbags. Craig clicked his tongue, "Shame, does a world of good, but I won't pester you. If you don't want to I won't force it."
"Thanks. So what did you want to talk about? You already know all my interests." Sam said, hoping to speed this part along so they could get away from the ticking and get to the main event. Craig smiled and shook his head. "Ah but I don't, do I? You see my large scaly friend, I know all your preferences sexually but I don't know your interests. Around you is a good example isn't it? Nowhere on my profile did it say I have an interest in collecting clocks." Sam thought about this. It was true, They were matched on their preferences, but he did have more of a life than just having sex. And frankly, if he HAD known that the small cat had a room full of incessantly ticking clocks, he probably would have avoided him at all costs, even if the grandfather clock looked kinda cool. "Well, what can I say, I like sports and that stuff. I spend my time at home watching stuff on TV."
"Wow, you actually use the TV." 
"Yeah, I get that a lot. I only have a crappy mini laptop computer wise." He sighed.
"Cheer up, you'll get something better eventually. Just look at me, I started with just a crappy alarm clock, and now I've got this beast." Craig motioned at the grandfather clock behind him. The cat had a point, the collection was impressive, and the grandfather clock even more so. It's ticking seemed to resonate louder than all the rest, yet it also seemed to meld in with all the other ticking as well. It was oddly fascinating. "Can I ask a question now?" Sam said, his gaze sliding back to Craig, who was smiling contently. "Sure, I'm an open book." He said, spreading out a bit as if to emphasise the point. "You're rather well off it seems," Craig nodded, "and yet you, well how do I put this... you look-"
"Like I should be living in some slum?" Craig finished in a stern tone, raising an eyebrow and holding direct eye contact. Sam nodded, the cat's tone making him feel rather small. After a few seconds where the only noise was the ticking of the clocks, Craig broke into a laugh. "The look on you face there was one of the best yet. Nah it's a perfectly fine to be curious about that. Truth is that once I got this place my priorities kinda fell out of place. I focused more on this collection and trying to acquire bigger and better clocks." He indicated the big clock again. "She's the latest piece. She's how I justify, well, this." he waved over himself. Sam looked at the clock again as it kept it's consistent rhythm, each tick precisely a second apart. "Yeah I can see how that'd happen I guess. If I knew that's why I would have brought my old digital watch to donate to your collection."
"Aww, that's so sweet," Craig fanned himself with his hand jokingly, "your flattery is getting me all hot and bothered. I don't think I could match such a generous gesture." Sam smiled and shook his head. "Don't say things like that, I'm sure you'd find something."
"So is it my turn for a question then?" Craig asked, leaning forward. Sam nodded. "Sure thing."
"Well, I suppose this could be considered a weird question buuuuttttt, what size are you? It can heat up in here so I want to get us some cooler clothes if we need."
"Different clothes?" Sam snorted, amused. "Dude, if I really get to hot, I'm gonna be freeballing. Besides, we're not gonna need clothes after all this talking anyway remember? Besides, I barely ever get hot, so I doubt that'd be needed at all." Craig shrugged, not having the heart to tell him that freeballing doesn't mean what he seemed to think it meant. "Ok then, well stay there while I go get something for me." Craig stepped out as Sam nodded and slouched down in his seat. "No need to tell me that twice, it's rather relaxing here anyway."
Sam spent the next few minutes watching the grandfather clock tick the seconds away until he noticed that he was actually starting to feel the heat getting to him. Staying true to what he thought he meant, he got undressed and threw the clothes to the side as he sat down again, thinking about how he was looking forward to finally getting to the sex.

Craig came back in the room dressed in a loose shirt and no pants, exposing his surprisingly large package. "I'm back!" He said in a excited tone as he sat down. "Have a good time there?" Sam nodded vaguely, eyes little glazed. "The clock is pretty cool isn't it? The way it ticks so heavily." Sam nodded again, smiling. "Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock." Sam said contently. 
"Relaxing isn't it?" Craig said with a smirk. "Easy to just focus on the swinging right?" Sam nodded and sunk down into the beanbag more. "Each tick slows your thoughts, each tock makes you more obedient."
"More... Obedient." Sam mumbled, eyes swinging back and forth with the pendulum. Craig nodded, lightly stroking himself. "The swinging making you more relaxed. Each tick going deeper into your mind, helping your thoughts slow. Each tock feeling stronger and stronger, increasing the sense of obedience that is filling your mind, replacing other thoughts." Sam nodded, unable to form any words. Craig smiled as his cock extended fully. "You're my obedient little crocodile aren't you?" Sam nodded "Obedient." he mumbled. Craig's smile widened. "And obedient crocodiles serve as needed?" Sam nodded "I serve however is needed."
"Good. This cat's cock is hungry. What don't you serve it some crocodile?"
"Serve... cock... crocodile..." Sam slowly took the command in. I... feed the cock... crocodile?"
"Very good." Craig said, nodding. "I'm out of crocodile though, so you will need to find one."
Sam slowly caught the idea. "I feed could myself." 
Craig's cock twitched at the thought. "That would be very good of you. Such an obedient crocodile."
"Obedient..." Sam said, nodding as he got on his hands and knees, nosing the cock's piss slit. Craig purred in encouragement and pleasure as his cockhole widened to accommodate the croc's nose. "That's right. Go deeper in. You need to give it as much food as you can." Sam nodded and moved in a bit faster, his whole may now trapped in the cock as it pulsed, beginning the process of pulling the crocodile in on it's own. Shortly after there was a "slosh" from Craig's balls as Sam's head hit the pool of cum, at which point Craig started slowly stroking his now incredibly thick cock, urging down the last of the tail as he felt Sam come to his senses a little bit now that cum in his ears had drowned out the ticking a little. Craig counted down internally as the last of the tail slid into his cock, and as soon as he hit zero he felt the croc thrashing around in his balls. "You only digest faster if you do that." Craig said to his balls. He paused for a second and talked again. "Thanks for the stuff." As his balls thrashed harder he casually strolled over to the clothes and threw them over his shoulder. Craig walked out and locked the door behind him. "I hate that room." He mumbled, moving away rather quickly as he removed heavy duty earplugs. "But the meal is always worth it."