Nomad started texting me pretty regularly. He'd ask where I was, I'd drop whatever I was doing, and his response was always "I'll be there in 15." When I hopped in his truck I smelled that familiar scent of weed, grease, and sweaty gator. I loved it. I could feel a throbbing bone in my pants the moment I'd buckled in. He didn't say where we were going, but I trusted him about as much as I was afraid of him. 
This time it was a motel. I saw a bunch of other big trucks nearby so it had to have been some sort of truck stop. The big ol' gator got out of his truck, grabbed a backpack and headed toward a room. "Don't we need to go to to the--" I stammered as he glared back at me, sliding a key into room 35 and opening the door. "Quit yer yappin' and come in." 
I didn't really bring anything with me other than my wallet, my keys and my phone, but I thought 'what the hell.' I started to follow Nomad into the dark room. 'Maybe I should text my big brother and let him know where I am.' I thought to myself. Before I could pull out my phone the lights had turned on. I was surprised at what I saw. The room look nice. Too nice for what it was and where we were. The whole thing was immaculate. Nothing was out of place. All I could see was a big duffel bag I assumed was for clothes, his little black pipe case he kept for for his pot, and as I peaked into the bathroom: a toothbrush, scale oil, and lube. We had never used lube before so I had to wonder what it was for.
I turned around and the big gator was flopped down in a leather armchair, his big leather boots propped up by the foot rest. 

"Now that you've finished giving yourself the tour, come and get these boots off for me, nasty puppy. Oh, and if you're going to act like a puppy and play like a puppy, you better get all of those clothes off." 
"What's with you and..."

"No back talk puppy or I'll show you who's in charge," he interrupted swiftly in a stern tone. 

I huffed to myself a little and had decided to behave. I pulled my shirt over my head quicker than I ever have and dropped it to the ground. Getting my belt and pants off was a breeze. I tried to let them down all slow and sultry like but he didn't seem remotely phased by it. There I stood in my socks and underwear, though with how hot this particular reptile kept this room I was glad to be.  

"I said all of 'em" he snarled. 

I yipped a little in surprise, which only made him chuckle and stare me down. There was something he loved about the power he had over me. I left my underwear and socks in the pile of my other clothes as Nomad beckoned me over. 

 "Get over here on your knees and get these boots off for me." 

I did so without a moment of thought. I knelt down at the end of his foot rest and started to unlace his left boot. By the time it I had figured it was loose enough to come off I grabbed it by the heel and pulled it off. I was immediately hit by the smell of his socks in my nose. It was a combination of old sweaty leather, dirty socks, and that sweet smell of gator. I don't know if all gators had that smell, but this one sure did. I was curious, almost entranced, I tried to lean my nose in to get a good sniff before the thud of a big gator claw flicked me on the nose.

"What part of boots didn't you get?" 

I snapped back into the moment, and started to work on the right (only this time I didn't take my time). Before I could blink he shoved his big socked gator feet right up to my muzzle and nose. 

"I know you love that stink, nasty puppy." 
This was new, way different from the gym socks I'd stolen out of my older brother's laundry out of curiosity, but I think I liked it even more. I closed my eyes and inhaled his heady musky scent. 

"There you go bitch pup. Now come get these pants and shirt off me before I make you rub 'em." 

Without even thinking about what I was doing, I crawled over on all fours and sat at his side, reaching my paws over to undo the button and fly of his jeans. Once I'd gotten his fly down I could smell that sweet heady scent of his huge smooth nuts. I think that was my favorite place that he made me sniff, though I think I asked for it more than he made me do it. 

"Pull 'em off" the gator groaned. 

I struggled to get the pants off the big beast at first, and I think he could tell. He rolled his eyes and pulled them down to his thighs. I knew it was up to me to get the rest. I folded up his jeans and put them on top of short the dresser beside us. 

"Now come get me out of this beater," he commanded (referring to his oil stained tank top shirt). 

I pulled the shirt up over his beautifully soft, scaled belly, past his chest to his head. As he was reaching up with both arms, exposing his armpit, he grabbed me by the neck and shoved my nose into his sweaty pit. This smell wasn't like the sweetness of his balls, this one was more heavy, and almost as heady as motor oil. 

 "Now take huff in some of that scent, nasty pup." 

I breathed in deep, the sensation almost felt like it burnt my nostrils at first but my immediately felt my erection throb and start to drip. As I got used to it, I could smell that familiar sweet smell under the heady gator musk. 

He pulled my head back by the neck, firmly but not hard enough to hurt. I knew to finish getting off his "beater," as I pulled it over the rest of his head, snout, arms, and claws and
then returned to my service position on my knees. I felt a big scalie arm wrap around me and pull me back into him, my nose buried into his pit again. 

"There you go nasty puppy. Huff that gator stink and hold still." 

I lost myself in it again. I started to feel his claws fumble to put something smooth, around my neck. I was my usual combination of afraid and excited. His big arm pulled me back out and tugged at what was around my neck. The big beast picked up his phone, set it to camera mode and turned on the selfie setting, pointing it towards me.

"Ya like it?"

It was beautiful. A well made red leather collar with chrome buckle and ring. I gave it a little tug. It fit good, and felt even better. I bet I couldn't stop wagging like an idiot.  

"I love it. But, usually collars are for..." 

"Making it easier to throw you around or leash you up," he interrupted with a grin that looked almost like a snarl. 

"Now go sit your fuzzy ass at the foot of the bed and lean back, papa gator gonna' wreck that muzzle." 

He stood up and took a step toward me as he towered above. One thick leg right close to my left, while he lifted the other just behind my head, resting his massive clawed foot on the bed. I guess I looked confused based on the next thing he said. 

"It's for leverage. Now sniff my nuts a little before I make you gag on gator cock."

Before I could react he pushed his clawed right hand  on the back of my head, forcing me directly into his sack. Saying his balls were big would be an understatement. They were massive. 

"I don't hear you huffing, little puppy." 

I took a few deep breaths of his sweet scent while he teasingly slapped his long, thick uncut dick against the side of my head and cheek. 

He pulled my head back, and pressed the tip of his cock to my lips, licking the side of his own maw with a sly snarl. I leaned my head back and before I could take a deep breath,  he pushed his length past my lips and maw and into my throat. He wasn't slow, and he wasn't gentle. I felt like I was going to gag but I couldn't. I felt like I'd be able to breathe through my nose but I couldn't. One he got it in, Nomad liked to fuck my throat deep. Despite my excitement, I was starting to feel my lungs get heavy. I tapped my paw on his thigh to signal I needed a chance to breathe. He must not have felt it because he just kept going, fucking his cock deep into my throat. I started to feel myself choke, my head became dizzy. I smacked harder on his thighs to get him to notice. He pulled me by the back of my collar his slick length pulling out of my maw. 

I gasped for air, almost choking. 

"I thought you liked it when I was in control, pup," he snarled. 

I was afforded a few moments of breath before he pushed my head down and shoved the entirety of his cock back in, past my trembling lips and into my throat. He bucked his hips back and forth, while I did everything I could to keep myself from gagging. I could feel him push harder and harder each time. His thrusts were unforgiving. I tried to tap out once more but he just kept going. This time he grabbed my collar in his claws from the back, and pulled it tight. 

My eyes started to water. I couldn't breathe through my nose with his cock blocking my airway. Or maybe I was panicking. My chest felt even heavier, my head was fuzzy. Was this it? Was I naive enough this whole time to get myself strangled to death in a motel room? I almost felt like I was going to pass out. 

Much to my surprise Nomad pulled his cock all the way out of my maw, letting go of my collar. I gasped and choked again for the sweet sweet air, feeling tingly all over my body as my body got closer to normal. I couldn't explain the state I was in. I'd never felt anything like it. I was excited, I was terrified, and my cock was dripping and leaking like a faucet. 

"You like that don't you, pup? I know you do. Bark if you want me to stop." 
I leaned my head back onto the bed to stare up at him, still breathing heavily in attempts to regain myself and my strength. I said nothing. I didn't make a sound, and I didn't move save for the rise and fall of my chest through each deep breath. 

"Back in we go" the gator growled. 

He seemed to start slow this time. I hoped he would go easy on me but something tells me that it was just for his own pleasure. Whether it was to mess with me, or just to savor the moment, I couldn't tell you. As soon as I had relaxed and taken his length to the hilt, he started to fuck harder and faster into my muzzle. I closed my eyes as my chest got heavy again. I could feel my body tremble and my mind race. I gagged but he didn't stop. I felt my senses get duller and duller but it seemed like his growls and grunts just got louder. 

"I'm gonna cum, pup," he exclaimed loudly, pulling my head up off of the bed and placing his clawed gator hand on his rump. I could feel him staring down at me, growling and snarling. 
I was excited, but I also felt like I was dying at the same time. He pulled the length of his cock out of my throat and with a few short thrusts against my tongue filled my maw with bursts of cum. It felt like a pint shooting down my throat. The taste was sweet and salty at the same time, and I drank down every drop before he thrust deep into my throat again, then out once more. I could breathe lightly through my nose between his deep thrusts, as the smell of cum and sweat filled my nose with each short breath. My cock was dripping wet, and I knew I wasn't ready for it to be over. 

I grabbed the base of his cock and worked it all the way down my throat like he had before, my nose pressed to his belly. I could feel his thick clawed hand on the back of my head, holding me down on his length. I wanted the sensation he'd given me  again. That tingling feeling, that ecstasy, the relief. I closed my eyes and lost myself as I felt that warm tingle through my body. My head was throbbing as hard as my cock but I didn't care. I had one arm and paw wrapped around his thick leg (I don't know if it was for comfort or to hold myself up), as the other stroked my slick cock. My pace quickened on my cock as I felt my senses fade. I hit a point of ecstasy as I came that I don't know if I'll ever hit again. As soon as the giant beast saw me cum, he pulled out, and let go of my head. The moment he pulled out I took what felt like my first breath. 

Shot after shot of cum sprayed onto the carpet in front of me. My legs twitched, my body trembled. It was about a good 30 seconds before I stopped, and let go of my cock. I'm sure what went through my head at that exact moment was, 'what the fuck did I just do.' 

Nomad pulled me up and onto the bed, reaching his long arms into the nightstand to pull out a small towel. While I lay there panting, he cleaned himself off first, and then tossed me the towel. I could barely move but I managed to get most of the cum out of my fur and off of my paws. He didn't seem to mention the carpet. 
My breaths slowed as I lay sprawled out on the bed. The big gator laid down next to me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. I didn't know whether to be angry, ask a million questions, or thank him. 

With a light chuckle the beast whispered in my ear- 

"Your older brother told me you wanted to try somethin’ like this." 

I had figured that the naughty rottie had something to do with it. Before I had the energy to open my muzzle and reply I must have stopped panting and fallen asleep. 

When I woke up I was fully clothed and in the passenger seat of Nomad's big rig. It was early morning, 4:47am. I patted around my pants checking for my wallet, keys, and phone and they were all there. I could feel something around my neck still. 

 "It matches the truck." the scaled beast said plainly. 

"Huh?" My head tilted as I stared at him quizzically. 

"It matches the truck. Yer collar."

"Is it... for..." 

"Let's not worry too much 'bout what it's for and just enjoy ourselves. All right, Kiddo?"

I was more confused now than when my life flashed before my eyes in that motel room. I nodded silently. He ruffled my head fur with his big gator mitts in a way that I was quite fond of. 

"And about what we did last night," he started to explain, "that's somethin' I don't want you doin' with nobody you can't trust with your life. And you're especially forbidden from tryn'a do it by yourself." 

To add to my confusion, he had just seemed to act like he cared. This aloof, stoic beast gave me a funny feeling in my stomach. And it wasn't the bad butterflies this time. 

"I promise." I said to him. 

"You're best just doing it with me and maybe your older brother if he's got someone to keep an eye on 'im." 

After Nomad said that, I was starting to wonder what kind of history those two had. My mind was only filled with unanswered questions, and I didn't have the energy or concentration to ask them.

"I've gotta hit the road kiddo but we're just about to pull up to your house. I'll be gone for a while longer this time," the gator said as he stared forward out the window. He pulled his pipe out of his little black pipe case. 

"One for the road?" he asked me. I shook my head no, as he pulled up to my street. 

"Right here is fine." I said as he stopped the truck. "Thanks for... last night... whatever that was." 

Nomad nodded in his strange stoic way. 

"I guess I'll see you when I see you. You know where to find me." 

He chuckled a little. "Sure, kid." 

I started to walk toward home as he started up his truck. I heard him loudly behind me, 

"The collar looks cute on ya, pup." 

I didn't know what to do other than smile at him and wave. He'd never said anything like that before. As he geared up his truck and started to drive away I heard him yell,

"But ya look even cuter on my dick." 

He waved back as he drove off and I finished my walk of shame to my house as I thought, "That's more like him"