Nazo leaned against the sheet metal wall while thumping electronic music streamed into the street from the nearby doorway. The sound immediately muddled by the indistinguishable chatter of the large crowd of anthros awaiting their chance to get inside. Most of them bundled up against the cool air of the night. Nazo appeared as only a dark silhouette save for the occasional flash of light from a passing hovercar revealing the dragon's maroon scales. He pretended to be busy on his phone, but as the line moved, he glanced up to search the crowd. There was no change for a long while. The line shifting as some made their way past the club's bouncer and others joined the wait. Eventually, a shorter warm-dressed lizard made his way to the front. A long green tail barely off the ground behind him. Nazo pulled up a picture from his phone and compared it to the lizard's backside. He had arrived.

The lizard soon slipped past the rhino bouncer and made his way into the club. Nazo took a moment to stretch before walking up to the bouncer. The rhino's eyes flashed in recognition, and he nodded to the dragon before stepping out of the way. Nazo shook his hand leaving a few bills that the bouncer quickly pocketed. His way clear, Nazo turned the corner and began the hunt.

The club was packed with busier areas forcing the crowds shoulder to shoulder. Multicolored lights flashed over the mob of revelers while the music drowned out everything except the nearest conversations. Once again scanning through the crowd, Nazo's eyes focused onto the familiar figure now sitting at the bar. His target's hood lowered revealing more green scales and a single black line winding from the back of his head down the lizard's neck to disappear under the jacket. The dragon sauntered up and took the seat beside his unwitting prey. "First time?" Nazo said, looking down at the smaller lizard. 

Rathal finally felt he could relax. He had never liked walking around in the seedier parts of the cities he visited, but nightclubs always felt familiar. The music, lights, and non-stop party of the clubs felt like a rare constant in his continuous travels. He sat at the bar sipping his first drink of the night, trying to work up a buzz before heading out to the dance floor. The lizard let his tail slowly flick side to side as he felt the familiar flush of the alcohol helping him calm down. Distracted by his drink, Rathal didn't notice the large drake slipped up beside him. That is, until Nazo asked his question. 

The lizard turned to the voice but froze when he met the dragon's predatory gaze. Golden irises contrasting against deep, black sclera captured Rathal in a near-trance. He could only stare back like a deer in headlights while the dragon's pupils narrowed. Nazo held back a malicious grin and kept his smile as friendly as he could muster while Rathal collected himself. The smaller reptile eventually tore his eyes away and looked down at his drink to avoid those piercing eyes. "Y-yeah, I'm just visiting."

Nazo loved seeing the little lizard squirm. He could have held back, looked away, or just made himself a bit less imposing. It probably would have helped with the next step, but he took a sadistic joy in overpowering others with his presence alone. "Oh, a tourist, well I hope you've felt welcome on your visit. Business or pleasure?" Nazo asked, pretending he didn't already know.

"Business," Rathal replied. He attempted to look back at the drake but avoided meeting his gaze. The dim lights far from the dance floor made making out details difficult, but Rathal could clearly see just how well-built the dragon was. His long sleeves did little to hide the corded muscle underneath. Strong arms leading down to maroon-scaled paws large enough to palm a basketball. Pointed claws tipped each digit that looked sharp enough permanently end any fight in a single swipe.

"Ah that's a shame," Nazo said before leaning in a bit closer and lowering his voice, "Well at least you can relax tonight." The dragon nodded to the canine bartender who stepped up to take his order. "Two black islands, double, we're looking to cut loose." Nazo didn't care much for the drink himself, but the added sugar and spices helped mask the alcohol, as well as anything else that might make its way into the glass.

"O-oh, I'm fine. I-I was just about to go dance." Rathal said.

"It's a local special, it would be a shame if you didn't at least try it during your stay." Nazo said, dropping a heavy arm across the lizard's shoulders. "Dance floor's open all night."

Before Rathal could respond, the bartender brought out two glasses full of an opaque black liquid and topped with a maraschino cherry. He placed both glasses in front of Nazo who picked one up, large paw nearly covering the whole glass. As he handed the glass to Rathal, he dipped the tip of his index claw into the dark liquid. The dragon activated his artificial claw, and in a fraction of a second, a thin needle shot from the tip and injected the drink with a few milliliters of clear fluid. The needle retracted as fast as it extended and by the time the glass was in Rathal's hand, there was no sign of the deception. 

With the glass of swirling black liquid in his hand, Rathal let out a long breath. He had kept is eyes on the glass the whole time and hadn't seen anything suspicious. Worse case the drake was looking for an opportunity to take his wallet. While that would be quite the windfall for any would-be thief, Rathal would hardly miss it and all the cards could be canceled. Maybe the red dragon was just looking for a good time too? Either way, he was trapped under that heavy arm and there only seemed to be one way forward. He lifted the glass to his scaled maw and took his first sip. 

The drink was sweet, with a mix of indistinguishable fruit juices and some heavy spices. Just a tinge of alcohol could be found under the flavors. Despite his hesitation, Rathal had to admit the drink was good, maybe even a new favorite and he downed it faster than he intended. When he looked back over, Nazo's glass was empty too. A single cheery stem all that remained.

"I take it you liked it?" Nazo said with a chuckle. "Can I get you another?"

"Y-yeah, sure, thanks!" Rathal replied, liquid confidence beginning to help him relax.

Nazo laughed again before ordering another round. A second injection from his claw would only help things along. Both reptiles finished their drinks before heading out to the dance floor. Nazo let Rathal wander off on his own but kept his eye on him. After about fifteen minutes, Rathal began to slow down, noticeably lagging behind the beat. 

Nazo approached the lethargic lizard. "Having fun?"

"Yeah..." Rathal replied. His eyes were unfocused, and his voice was shaking.

"You look a bit tired, are you feeling okay? Jet-lag getting to you?" Rathal said, carefully planting the idea in his small prey's head.

"Tired? Yeah... I guess," Rathal replied, motions slowing further.

"I should get you home." Nazo wrapped an arm around Rathal's shoulder holding him close up against him.

"Uhh..." Rathal started, but the two reptiles were already on their way out. Nazo pulling the little lizard every step of the way.

The two entered the relative quiet of the parking lot when Rathal started to nod. The double dose may have been a bit much, but now that they were in the clear it would only help Nazo with his goal. He opened the backseat door to his car and hefted the lizard in before walking around to the driver side. By the time the dragon powered on the hovercar, Rathal had passed out.

It was a short drive to the motel just a few blocks away, and Rathal wasn't aware enough to object. Nazo carried the unconscious lizard into the prepared room before laying him on the bed. The lizard placed right in view of a camera sitting on a tripod to the side of the bed. He extracted Rathal from the heavy jacket before tossing it to the floor. Under the bright lights of the motel room, Nazo got his first good look at his captured quarry. Now clear of the heavy jacket, the green lizard's lithe form was on full display. Green scales shone with the polish and attention only a blue-blood like him could afford. The dragon moved on to the shirt, peeling that off and fully exposing Rathal's upper torso. Light muscles shifted under scales as Rathal squirmed in his sleep. His form sculpted with the costly aid of some personal trainer. Body perfected by every natural means money could buy. It was almost a shame what Nazo was about to do to it.

Stepping back, Nazo began to work on the rest of Rathal's clothes. He started by pulling off the sleeping lizard's shoes and socks before working the jeans down his legs to leave him in only his white briefs. As much as Nazo enjoyed the slow reveal, he only had so much time before Rathal woke up and he needed to make sure everything was ready by then. Nazo slid a claw under the elastic band, slicing it open before continuing down to complete the cut at the lizard's thigh. Repeating on the other side, and the briefs became nothing but a white rag that was soon thrown into the pile with the rest of the discarded clothes. Now fully exposed, the dragon got his first sight of the lizard's slit. His goal finally in sight, Nazo let that malicious grin creep across his face as he took in the sight of the hole he'd soon ravage. He stuck one of his talons into his mouth and took a moment to wet it before gradually inserting the slicked digit into that tight slit. He pressed into each side in turn, exploring around and feeling up what the lizard had on offer. He slowly worked his way deeper, brushing along each surface before tapping against the very back. Exploring around, he soon found an area with a bit more give and confirmed the client's claim. This lizard had a womb. Extracting himself, Nazo licked his talon clean. A clear taste of sweet fertility in the fluids. Not quite to the intensity of heat, but that's why he brought his little bag.

Moving on, Nazo opened one of his larger bags and pulled out a set of black nylon straps. Lifting the lizard's legs, the drake slid the harness up and over until it met the base of his tail. There he wrapped a strap around the long appendage before tightening the whole thing around the lizard's waist and locking it into place. Next, Nazo pulled out a small pile of black latex. The client wanted a kinky scene, and that meant pulling out all the stops. Two latex open-foot stockings went up the lizard's legs. Top latching into the harness while the base had a loop to hold onto a paw-toe. The two latex sleeves then slid into place. A similar loop to hold onto a finger while the top was held in place with a strap around Rathal's back. Next came the real restraints. Nazo flipped the sleeping lizard onto his back before linking the now latex-clad wrists together with a pair of handcuffs. Another cuff locked tight around the reptile's long tail and attached to the handcuffs to keep that scaled length up and out of the way. Taking a brief break form his work, Nazo reached down and gave the knocked-out lizard a rough grope. He lets out a deep growl. He was eager to get to work on that firm rump, but that would come later. Flipping him back over, Nazo attached another pair of cuffs to both ankles before linking both to a long metal spreader bar. 

The drake had a few more devices in his bag, but he would save those for later. He moved on to the small black bag on the dresser. Opening it revealed a collection of little glass vials each labeled with an indecipherable chemical name. Glancing at each in turn, the drake pulled out five and set them on the counter. Starting with a vial of blue liquid, he placed his claw against the seal before his mod pierced the rubber stopper and pulled in a dose through the needle. Heading back to Rathal, he placed his claw on the lizard's upper arm and injected the chemical leaving only a drop of blood when he finished. He repeated this for each vial save for the last. For this one he slid his claws over the lizard's lower belly. He searched, feeling over his scales before narrowing in on his target slightly to the left of the lizard's center. There he injected the dose before repeating the process on the opposite side. With the last dose injected, Rathal began to stir on the bed. His head moving as the effects of the initial sedative wore off.

Nazo pulled one more vial from his bag and set it on the counter, he always preferred to inject this one when his victims were conscious. He got to work turning on the mounted camera while the lizard squirmed his way back awake.

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The lights were far too harsh. Rathal wondered if he had passed out as soon as he got back to the hotel. Whatever he drank was way over his limit, and the next day was going to be a massive pain. However, the first order of business would be cutting those lights and getting however much sleep he could in what remained of the night. The lizard moved to get out of bed, but instead only felt a yank at his wrists and heard a loud metallic rattle. Something was very wrong. Eyes still not used to the light, he tried to move again. All he did was lurch a bit to the side, and now he could feel something binding his legs a set distance apart. Eyes finally adjusting to the light, Rathal found himself in unfamiliar surroundings. 

The first thing he saw was the ceiling. It was cracked and missing paint in areas, a far cry from the pristine suite he expected to find himself in. Looking down, the walls were in no better shape adorned with scratches and dings from decades of wear. Finally, his gaze fell upon a form with its back to him. It was hunched over, working on some device before a dim red light appeared and Rathal recognized it as a mounted video camera. Done with whatever he was doing, the form rose and rose and rose. Until his truly massive form was revealed. He must have been nearly three meters tall, and as he stood, Rathal could begin to make out features. Maroon scales covered thick and heavy arms. They bulged with muscle. Not the lean body-builder type, but the kind that came from years of work that required raw strength. Looking further up, Rathal found the evil grin of a dragon. Sharp features and even sharper teeth. Finally, recognition surged through his mind as Rathal's memories came surging back.

"Finally awake, Rathal?" Nazo said, enjoying the show as the lizard squirmed in his bonds.

"Wh-where am I? How do you know my name?" Rathal struggled to move again, but only slid a few inches while the metal restraints jingled.

"You're a hard lizard to find. Though I suppose that's fitting for a corpo heir."

Rathal felt the blood drain from his face. Ransomtakers weren't unheard of, but they mostly hit the lower-level executives. His own identity protection service was supposedly flawless and priced accordingly. No one outside his family should have even known his face. "H-hey there's no need for this. Just take me to an ATM, I can get you as much as you want."

"Don't bother," Nazo says, leering down at the bound lizard. "Your contract is worth more. Anyway, won't stay in business if I get a reputation for letting my marks go."

Rathal's eyes darted around the room, looking for anything he could use to his advantage. It just looked like a typical run-down motel room. But there was his opportunity, he thought. If he could scream loud enough someone in a neighboring room would hear. Rathal opened his mouth, but Nazo was faster. He wrapped one clawed hand around Rathal's snout, and the other hand moved up to his neck. Rathal felt a sharp pain and shut his eyes while he waited to die. Instead, Nazo slowly let go and backed off. Rathal didn't understand, but he took his chance, sucked in air, and ... wheezed before falling into a coughing fit. "What ... *cough* did you do to me?" Rathal whispered out between coughs.

Nazo lifted a hand showing the retractable needle hidden in his claw. "Most call it a junkie's mod, but I've found it more useful for my work. Just a few chemical aids, can't have you waking the neighbors, can we?" Nazo replied before reaching down and giving the lizard a few derisive pats on the chest. "Don't worry, it'll wear off before you're released tomorrow."

"T-tomorrow? Has my father already agreed to the ransom?" Rathal asked.

"No ransom involved, my little lizard." Nazo replied, possessively rubbing over Rathal's scaled abdomen, "The contract is to breed you. Give you a nice big clutch and a steamy video for the buyer." The dragon gave a pat to the lizard's lower abdomen, directly over his womb. "I think I'll be keeping a copy too. I can tell it will be a good one."

Rathal set off on a fit of struggling, bindings jingled as he gradually wriggled his way to the edge of the bed. "You can't do this! I'll... I'll get the police!"

Nazo just laughed, "You aren't the first and you won't be the last corpo I've knocked up." He reached down into his bag of gear and picked up another bundle of black straps. "However, that doesn't mean you aren't special. Your contract payout is per egg, so we're going to break a record in that womb." Nazo took the four long straps and connected one to each wrist and ankle before hooking the other ends to rings on the bedposts. A black nylon X new keeping the green reptile locked in place on the center of the bed. These new bindings arrested Rathal's struggling leaving him only able to shake in place.

Recognizing that there was nothing he could do, Rathal shifted back to begging. He barely got out his first "please" before Nazo's hands grabbed the lizard's maw. He quickly shoved a metal ring between his teeth and buckled the attached straps behind his head. The ring gag forcing Rathal's mouth open leaving him exposed and unable to speak.

Nazo turned and picked the video camera from the tripod. The device looked comically small in his large maroon claws. He brought it close to Rathal's face panning down over angry and scared eyes before moving on to show each part of his body in up close detail. Latex-clad arms still bound behind his back while green scales gently reflected the dim light. Nazo brought it lower and paused over the lizard's slit. He reached out with his free claw, working two fingers just past the darker green lips before opening them in a V to get a good view of the tight passage. Beads of moisture were just beginning to appear on that internal surface. The dragon grinned. His golden irises amplifying the malice in the expression. Rathal's mind was still fighting, but those drugs were doing a good job getting his body ready.

Nazo pulled back and moved further down. A slow pan over latex-covered legs before returning the camera to the tripod with a view of the whole bed. Done cataloging the goods, the red dragon began to disrobe, peeling off his shirt and pants. Unable to move, Rathal was forced to watch as Nazo exposed himself. His whole body covered in matte maroon scales. Underneath, heavy layers of muscle made it clear even without the bindings, the dragon would have no problem doing whatever he pleased to the smaller lizard. Finally removing his boxers, Nazo revealed a thick sheathe with a pitch-black tip just poking through the end. Beneath, was the first truly strange feature on the dragon. A massive set of four softball-sized balls hanging heavy between his legs. They emanated virility, slowly shifting as they adjusted to the cooler open air.

Nazo stepped up to the side of the bed to give Rathal a good view of his package. "Like what you see?" he asked as he began to trace his claws over the red sheathe.

Rathal growled. Or rather, he tried to. That large metal ring in his mouth turned the sound into more of a gurgle. 

Nazo shifted to more directly stimulating his sheathe, rubbing over the surface to work himself up. "Oh don't be like that. I'm sure you'll learn to love it by the time we're through."

The lizard glowered and Nazo just laughed. He reached out with his free hand and groped over Rathal's stomach. "While you were out, I gave you something to help out. Just a little medicine to make sure your body is ready for a nice big clutch. One dose to help shake those eggs free and another so they play real nice with my swimmers."

Rathal's eyes opened wide, and he started another burst of struggling with no more success than the last time. Nazo laughed again. "Yep, I wasn't joking when I talked about breaking a record tonight. With what I gave you and my own 'natural talents' I should have no trouble working over a hundred little hybrids into that womb."

At this point, the inky black cockhead had worked its way out of Nazo's sheathe. Sharply pointed tip widened out to a firm ridge surrounding the base of the head. Three inches thick, it was just as monstrous as its owner. Another large bulge pushed against the inside of that sheathe. Rathal could do nothing but watch and wonder if he was hiding some sort of foreknot. The truth was far worse.

Nazo grabbed around his sheathe and began to slowly masturbate right in front of the lizard's face. He worked his hand back and the sheathe tip bulged before spreading and revealing a second pitch black tip. The dragon sighed as he basked in the relief of both his tips freed into the open. A few more strokes and Nazo worked the sheathe lower as his shafts continued to grow. Each long stroke working out another half inch. Another stroke and the lengths revealed their next feature. A firm backwards pointed ridge running across the underside. It was shaped perfectly to grab onto its victim and hold them in place until the dragon was finished. And it wasn't the only one. Every inch another ridge worked its way out until progress stopped after the seventh. Both lengths stood side-by-side. Nine inches a piece with who knows how much more still hiding in the sheathe. Still slick from their confinement, the black shafts glistened in the light of the motel room. Nazo let go and just let the tips throb over Rathal's face. A bulge under the sheathe clearly hiding one last secret about the pair.

This whole time Rathal continued to struggle. His anger had long ago turned to fear and lacking any real hope of escape he had shifted to just violently fighting against his bonds. The twin shafts stood over the lizard, threatening to steal away the future he had taken for granted.

"Why don't we start with some introductions?" Nazo said. He shifted forward and let both shafts rest on Rathal's green snout "These are my cocks. They'll be taking turns breeding you tonight." The dragon moved to point the tips at Rathal's face. "The tips are designed to nuzzle right up to a womb, work their way inside, and lock in until it's nice and bloated." He thrust up rubbing those ridged undersides over Rathal's muzzle. "The ridges are shaped to dig into your cunt and really work those eggs out with each thrust." Once more Nazo pressed up until his sheath was rubbing against Rathal's forced-open mouth and his shafts were resting heavily over his face. His nostrils pressing right into where those cocks split at the base. "You'll meet the knot later. I'm sure you know how that works." Finally, Nazo lifted himself from Rathals face, adjusted his stance, and dropped his balls right over his snout. The four heavy orbs spreading out and nearly suffocating the lizard beneath their bulk. "Might have noticed I have a little extra down here." The dragon said as he rubbed his balls over Rathal's face. "Another mod. Helps make sure I never run out. Not cheap, but it'll pay for itself several times over tonight."

Rathal struggled to find a gap to breathe and nearly passed out by the time Nazo lifted once more. "I've got one more little secret for you, but you'll find out about that in due time. Until then, let's put on a good show." Nazo said, nodding to the camera. 

Rathal was exhausted from fighting against the restraints and nearly suffocating under the dragon's balls. When the drake grabbed his chin, he wanted to shake free, but all he could muster was a flinch. Nazo forced the lizard's head to the side with one hand and grabbed his right cock with his other. He lined the tip of the shaft up with the lizard's oral ring. A thick bead of precum slid down from the urethra. Nazo rubbed a thumb over Rathal's cheek. "Don't worry I'll breed you. But we've got plenty of time and I want to give you a taste first." With that, Nazo slid in, pushing the tip into Rathal's mouth. He went slow, letting the thick shaft press into the lizard's tongue and giving him a generous taste of the precum seeping from his tip. Nazo let out a long breath and a spurt of precum lanced across the lizard's tongue to splash against the back of his throat.

He had been prepping for this contract for a good few weeks now, and hadn’t allowed himself to cum in that time. He'd even skipped his regular practice fucks that left a trail of bastard clutches wherever he traveled. It was all to make sure this contract was completed to the very best of his ability. Accordingly, that first touch of wet flesh against his inky black shaft was a particularly intense sensation. He shut his eyes and bared his teeth while his dick throbbed and coated Rathal's tongue in pre.

Rathal was completely helpless. The dragon's massive hand held his chin in place and the ring gag prevented him from resisting in even the most basic way. The only thing he could move was his tongue, and with that pointed cocktip resting right along it, there was little to be done even there. The pre spewing into his mouth tasted of pure virility in a way that overpowered any other thought. He could not even tell if it was sweet or bitter, only that it promised a colossal clutch to any vent unfortunate enough to make its acquaintance. Rathal strained his neck against his captor's grip, but he didn't budge. Worse, the dragon showed no sign at having noticed his resistance as if the weight of the dragon's own bulk had absorbed the force without his muscles even needing to engage. Rathal realized there was nothing he could do and slumped. He'd bide his time until he found an opening to escape, and until then, he'd refuse to be an active participant. Of course, that personal promise could only last until that cock hit his throat.

After a few minutes of just filling that mouth with pre, Nazo decided the lizard had enough time to adjust and he thrust a good six inches forward. In a about a second, he went from resting the tip right at the entrance to burying over half his shaft inside that maw. The tip now poking against the back of Rathal's throat. That brought the fight back to Rathal and he resumed his struggle against the invading shaft. This was exactly the reaction Nazo had hoped for as the lizard's tongue pressed against and around his three-inch thick dick. The action clearly failing its intended purpose of freeing his throat and instead massaging that wet and dexterous organ deep between the ridges of the breeding flesh. Nazo smiled and gave a few shallow thrusts, letting that tongue work between different ridges as it continued to fight a battle it had already lost. Simultaneously, Nazo's tip drooled long strings of unusually thick precum into Rathal's throat, forcing the lizard to swallow every few thrusts. This in turn gave a nice squeeze to his tip which replied by firing off a larger spurt so that the viscous cycle could continue. After a few minutes of this treatment, Nazo took a single step to the side, pulling the bound reptile's head up so that his mouth was well aligned with his throat, and the camera had a nice clear view of the path from Nazo's hips to Rathal's stomach. 

Once more, the dragon pushed in hard, embedding his length in Rathal's throat all the way until lips met sheathe. A good four inches bulging the lizard's throat perfectly framed for the camera to capture every detail. Little bumps clearly visible where those top few ridges pressed against his flesh. Meanwhile, Nazo's other shaft slapped against Rathal's face, splattering its own pre over his features. 

"Uhn.. You have a great throat, Rathal." Nazo said as he rubbed a hand over the lizard's neck, feeling his own ridges under the scales. "I'll make sure to use it a few more times before we part ways." With that Nazo began to take long, languid thrusts into his victim's mouth. Pulling out just enough to let him suck in a sharp breath before plugging him back up to lather more of his insides with viscous precum. In turn, Rathal was entirely focused on making sure he could gulp in enough air to remain conscious between each brief extraction. After several minutes, Nazo pulled out completely leaving Rathal panting as he tried to catch his breath. He didn't have long, as a moment later Nazo shifted his hips and brought that second shaft up to bear. The second time was easier only in that Rathal's throat was already stretched out by the first. The dragon went faster, working the copious pre into a lather. He also thrust a bit deeper, forcing a bit of that uninflated knot into Rathal's mouth while working another few inches into the well-used gullet. 

After Rathal had a particularly close call with blacking out, Nazo pulled out completely once more. His twin shafts visibly throbbing under the glistening sheen of a mix of his own precum and Rathal's saliva. "Don't worry, I'll give you a nice meal before we are done, but I've been saving up for too long to put this first load anywhere but deep into your womb." Rathal just groaned in response. His mouth was absolutely saturated with the taste of Nazo's cocks, and that ring kept him drooling the mixed fluid onto the bed. The camera capturing a good clear view of that shamefully leaking maw.

Nazo left Rathal panting on the bed as he turned to reposition the camera. He brought the tripod right up to the edge of the bed and focused the lens on Rathal's slit. While he adjusted the settings with one claw, the other idly rubbed over his lengths, keeping them hard and ready. Rathal watched as the dragon set everything up to capture his coming violation. Before he returned his attention to the lizard, Nazo bent over and pulled one last thing from his black bag. It wasn't hard to tell what it was. A thick leather collar and attached nylon leash. Nazo was a practiced expert and absolutely dedicated to making this as humiliating as possible.

The dragon sauntered to the foot of the bed before mounting up to join his quarry. He lifted the spreader bar, carrying both of the lizard's latex-clad legs in the process. His heavy hand rubbed over Rathal's legs, savoring the feel of the scales under the cool latex. After a few moments of exploring his body, Nazo reached up and wrapped the collar around Rathal's neck, latching it secure before grabbing hold of the leash. He yanked Rathal's head up before tying the strap to a metal loop on the spreader bar. Rathal was folded in half, forced to hold his hips high in the air while Nazo grabbed a pillow and placed it under the lizard's raised rear. It was more comfortable this way, but the intention was clearly to keep him steady for what was to come. Nazo pet Rathal on the stomach and gave a quick but meaningful rub over his womb. "Let's get your prep finished up."

With that, Nazo slid back off the bed and brought his draconic snout right up against the lizard's pussy. He breathed deep before letting out a low growl. "Those drugs have worked wonders on you. Don't think I've ever smelled someone so fertile." Rathal whimpered, but if Nazo noticed, he didn't react. He moved in close, let out his thick tongue, and gave a leisurely lick starting from the base of Rathal's vent and moving up. As he went, his tongue parted Rathal's folds pressing just a half-inch in to taste inside. 

Rathal squirmed against his bonds. He hated the feeling, but his body loved it. The experimental drugs coursing through his veins had every bit of their intended effect. His womb eager to take the dragon's massive clutch and fulfill that biological imperative. As Nazo continued, his tongue met the lizard's clit. He pressed up against it as he finished that first lick, enjoying the shake of Rathal's hips as he overstimulated the poor reptile. He didn't let up as he dove in for a second and third taste each time moving a bit faster. He held the lizard's hips as he explored deeper. That tongue pressed into each wall in turn. The stimulation became rougher and Rathal's body responded in kind. Hips bucking as best they could while liquid pleasure seeped over every wall. He tried to beg for him to stop, or even a brief break, but Nazo continued until Rathal was clenching in climax and Rathal's fluids were dripping from the dragon's maw. Only then, did he pull back his tongue.

"That's good, shake those eggs free for me," Nazo said as Rathal trembled in unwanted pleasure. The lizard felt his stomach drop as he realized the intention behind those licks. Unfortunately for him, this only had the effect of bringing his orgasm up to new heights as his conscious mind and instinctual needs battled for control. The dragon didn't even give Rathal a chance to come down before diving back in. That powerful tongue easily strong enough to work its way in despite those clenching spasms. Rathal's second peak arrived much sooner than the first. The dread from knowing each orgasm only helped make him more fertile did nothing to slow it down. If anything, fighting against it only made the feeling more intense. This continued for a while, Nazo dragging Rathal to peak after peak until the lizard was left panting and drenched. 

The dragon gave a firm pat on Rathal's butt and pulled back. "Mmm, I think it's just about my turn now." Nazo said as he climbed back up onto the bed. He brought his hips right up to Rathal's and let his twin shafts rest over the lizard's crotch. The glistening black cocks framing his recently slickened slit in a V. Sometime while Nazo was working his tongue into Rathal's slit, his shafts had finished working their way out of his sheath. Now the early swell of a knot locked each member a good eleven inches into the open air. Their placement clearly showing just how deep they would soon stuff the lizard. He ground his hips side to side and let his ridges rub over Rathal's dripping entrance. Each shaft took its turn coating itself in Rathal's nectar before smearing the thoroughly combined fluids over his green-scaled crotch.

Nazo reached up and undid the strap holding the ring gag in place before grabbing the ring itself and discarding it to the side. He leaned over, bringing his face right to Rathal's while continuing to rub the mixed arousal into his victim's scales. "Ready to beg me to breed you?" Nazo asked.

"F-fuck you." Rathal replied.

Nazo laughed, "That's good, I'd hate to see you broken before I could enjoy you."

"Why are you doing this?" Rathal asked, desperation creeping into his voice.

"I told you, there's quite the lucrative contract on you. Of course, that doesn't mean I don't enjoy my job."

"N-no, I mean, who... Who is paying for this?"

"Ahh, well I hate to disappoint you, but I don't deal directly with the customer. My handler makes the deals, and I fulfill them." Nazo ground harder into Rathal's vent. "As for why, usually blackmail or revenge. You'd do better asking yourself, who would benefit from it?"

"That fucker," Rathal spat out.

Nazo laughed again. "Figured it out? Well, I'm always taking more contracts, and I can promise no one is more thorough."

"Fuck you."

"I'll let you think about it. It's about time we got down to business, don't you think?" Nazo taunted.

Rathal didn't respond. He tried to turn his head to look away, but the collar limited his movement.

Nazo sat back and gave another pat over Rathal's lower belly. Then he reached down and used a claw to line up his left cock with the lizard's messy slit. He pressed in, barely parting Rathal's folds, and gave a short thrust. Rathal tossed his head back against the mattress as that thick tip forced its way inside. The dragon held his position while Rathal adjusted to the feeling of his lower lips spread thin around the shaft. All the while, the solid black tip leaked precum, lubricating its path forward. After a few moments of waiting, Nazo pushed forward and popped that first ridge into the slit. Rathal jerked as that first bump forced its way inside. Nazo smiling as he enjoyed the strain clearly present on Rathal's face. 

"It's a rough start, but it'll get better as things pick up." Nazo said, "At least for me." He pulled back, popping out that first ridge before quickly thrusting in two. He held this position for another moment, enjoying the lizard's clenching as his body tried to force the invader out. Each time Rathal settled down, he thrust another ridge in to bash its way against the back of Rathal's canal. Ridge after ridge forced its way inside, while a clear bulge under Rathal's scales showing every step of the cock's progress. Soon the pointed tip reached the fleshy barrier to Rathal's womb to press a deep kiss against the opening.

"That's it, open up for me," Nazo said. One hand stroking his exposed length while the other held onto the lizard's latex-covered thigh. He pushed forward, dimpling Rathal's cervix and letting the top of his half-engorged knot brush against his lips. His black and gold eyes focused on Rathal's face as he winced and moaned beneath him. Nazo let off after a moment and began to pull himself out. Each ridge exited with an audible pop. He pulled out most of the way before he switched directions and hammered each one back in. The firm ridges pushed hard into Rathal's flesh. The act intentionally performed to scrape more ova free.

It was with these slow thrusts that Rathal's body truly betrayed him. What had been pure pain as that massive shaft spread him out shifted into notes of pleasure as the ridged length worked in and out of his vent. His nectar and Nazo's precum churned together into a lubricating mess that dripped from his entrance. The overly virile drake's preseed all but guaranteed to knock the lizard up even if they stopped now, but Nazo had every intention to max out that womb. Every accelerating stroke intensified the feeling and Rathal was soon brought up to another hard climax. His passage squeezing down on Nazo's firm length as it tried to milk that first load free. 

Nazo leaned in close and licked over Rathal's neck. "I know you're excited, but I need to make sure you are fully prepared before I give you your clutch."

Rathal was in no state to respond to Nazo's jeer and just grunted as another ridge popped into his leaking slit. He came down from the first peak but was soon worked up to another as Nazo kept sawing his breeding flesh through Rathal's passage. Nazo kept the motion up for a good long while. He basked in the pleasure of taking every liberty in the lizard's cunt while Rathal was restrained in that mating press. Eventually, he started moving faster and extracting fewer ridges on each pull.
He shifted into a fast rut only working that very bottom ridge in and out while the tip bludgeoned down the resistance of that final barrier. With a jerk, he shifted all his weight to press down with his thrust, holding the position while the lizard's cervix spread wide for his tip and his outer lips splayed open for the advancing knot. Rathal squeezed his eyes shut as he was opened in a way he was never intended to be until a loud plap announced the sudden victory of the invader. The dragon's cocktip firmly inside Rathal's womb with the backwards-flared ring locking the head in place. Meanwhile, the knot throbbed as it expanded into its new and cozy home right past the lizard's entrance. 

Nazo let out a long sigh as he took in the pleasure. His entire eleven-inch shaft was surrounded by clenching flesh while its partner throbbed jealously on the outside. He tilted his hips to give the camera a good view of the penetration. The bulge of his knot clearly visible at the base while the external cock served as a convenient ruler for just how deep the dragon had gotten. He gave a few experimental yanks to confirm his knot was locked in place. Nazo's balls churned as they rest against Rathal's rear, giving the lizard a clear indication of just how ready they were to breed him.

"Ahh, that's nice. Are you ready to be a mother?" Nazo asked while leering down at the trapped reptile.

"N-no, please!" Rathal begged.

Nazo just laughed before shifting into a fast rut. He couldn't extract the locked-in length far, but he could grind into the lizard's vent and work out another unwanted orgasm. 

It had been a long journey. It took weeks of prepping and traveling. A good dozen sources bribed or intimidated to help him track down this one little lizard. It was all for this moment. The payout was going to be unbelievable, but that's not why Nazo did it. He did it for the thrill of the chase, the deep pleasure of fucking someone as they struggled against their binds, and the feeling of overwhelming power as changed their life forever in a single moment. Speaking of which, Nazo could feel Rathal begin to shudder as his body betrayed him once more. 

"Here it comes!" Nazo taunted as he thrust in hard one last time. Rathal tried to scream, and Nazo took full advantage of the moment. He pressed his lips to Rathal's in an aggressive kiss before stuffing his thick tongue down the lizard's throat. The sudden violation of his mouth brought Rathal over the edge and he clenched down in climax. Nazo's sheath ground into Rathal's lower lips while his cocktip inflated to help seal up the lizard's womb. The shaft flexed once, twice, and with the third, a surge of thick and heavy cum sprayed hard into the back of the orgasming lizard's womb. There was a low audible splurt as the pressurized breeding batter blasted out. Rathal could feel a thump as that first spurt bashed against the far wall of his uterus. Once it started, it didn't come in spurts, but rather a long and continuous flow as Nazo pissed cum right where it could do the most damage. It only took a moment for that womb to fill up. With nowhere else for the seed to go, it soon swelled up with every drop a promise of new life. The camera recorded a nice shot of Nazo's cock bulge disappearing under the swell of Rathal's inflating stomach.

Nazo gave a few more thrusts as he worked that thick batter into Rathal's womb. All the while, he continuing to dominate the lizard's mouth. His tongue pulled back occasionally, giving the lizard a moment to breath while Nazo wrestled Rathal's tongue into submission. There was no affection in this kiss, it was just another way the dragon could debase the lizard while he bred him. A knowing wink to the camera drove the point home.

Rathal shook in place, every muscle straining as his traitorous body milked the dragon's shaft. He groaned in despair when that first blast of heat flooded him. It was only then that he truly understood that no one would save him. He would bear this dragon's clutch and that video would hang over his head for the rest of his life. His body finally relaxed. There was no more point to struggling.

Nazo spent a few minutes grinding into Rathal. He kept adjusting his angle and give the occasional hump to help work out every drop. His claws moved down to rub over Rathal's abdomen. His firm, experienced touch helped that seed work into every fold and deep inside the lizard's Fallopian tubes. There it could coat and conquer every released egg and wait ready for all of those to follow. Those hyperactive cells digging hard into the soft membranes before breaking in to mingle with the waiting genes.

As the flow slowed to intermittent spurts, Nazo extracted his tongue and gave one last lick from the lizard's neck up to his chin. "That's a good start," Nazo said. Then he placed a hand on each of the lizard's latex clad thighs and pushed down while pulling his hips back. Rathal began to struggle again as the knot and flared tip strained against his flesh. Nazo was insistent, and a moment later a loud pop announced the exit of the still swollen knot and tip. The dragon reached to the tripod and pulled off the camera. He brought it close to give a good view of his flexing knot and Rathal's stretched slit. "Let's get a good shot of this," Nazo said as he began to pull back the rest of the way. The pillow under the lizard's butt kept his hips lifted while ridge after ridge popped out. A white sheen on the black member showed how some of the dragon's contribution had leaked back out of his womb, but it was just a trace compared to what remained locked inside. When just the tip remained. Nazo used a claw to grip behind his knot before sliding up his shaft. He squeezed out every last drop giving the passage the thorough coating it had missed out on earlier. Two clawtips dug inside before he pulled out the rest of the way. His tip coming loose with an audible pop. The drake kept those digits spread to give the camera a clear view of Rathal's cum-coated insides. Strings of the thick, cummy fluid spanning across the spread vent. The lizard's lifted hips made sure nothing dripped out and what was inside only sank deeper.

Rathal was dirty, used, and bloated. He felt sore everywhere, and every little movement shifted the weight of the cum inside him. He wanted to curl up and hide. Just find any way to cover himself and escape the humiliating exposure. Nazo wouldn't give him the chance as he adjusted the camera's angle to get a view of every internal wall. "You take a breeding well. Let's give you another," Nazo said. He shifted his hips to bring his unused cock up to the Rathal's entrance. The lizard felt the blood drain from his face as he realized his captor was far from finished with him.

Just the tip pressed inside as Nazo coated himself in the mixed fluid. He lubricated his cockhead before thrusting inside hard. Having already bred the lizard once, he felt no need to take it slow the second time. It only took a moment before he hilted, and he immediately shifted into a fast rut. Nazo leaned over bringing his face close to the lizard's. "Come on, Rathal. I know you have a lot more eggs to give up." The ridges did their job on the exhausted lizard, coaxing several more ova to drop into the sea of swimmers. They immediately ripped in, running up the score in the over-taxed womb. 

As tired as he was, Rathal's body couldn't help but respond to the continued stimulation. He squeezed down in climax, but Nazo had no trouble powering through to keep up his pace. Thrusts became firmer until he sank in his knot with little fanfare. The tip worked into that already packed womb simultaneously. This time Nazo didn't stop. He pulled back hard popping both out before reversing course and forcing them back in. He started a steady pace of knot-fucking the trapped lizard. The feeling completely overwhelmed Rathal. His head fell back to the mattress, mouth open and tongue out as he experienced what he never imagined to be possible.

Worked up as he was, it wasn't long before Nazo reached his limit again. However, even this didn't stop him. The dragon powered through, continuing to thrust while his second shaft pissed cum all through the lizard's passage. About half of it was stuffed into Rathal's womb, either spurted directly inside or pumped in with the force of the thrusts. The other half smeared throughout the lizard's vent. The ridged shaft massaging it into every nook and cranny with plenty spraying back out every time the dragon yanked his knot free. 

The dragon's heavy quad kept this second load just as big as the first, even if only half remained inside. The rest splashed over the two and the bed below. A fair bit of that dripping down the dragon's balls before smearing over where they slammed into the lizard's scaled butt. Nazo thrust a few more times before settling all the way inside where he shot the last dregs to join the first load in Rathal's womb. The lizard's nethers thoroughly gummed up with sperm-packed breeding batter.

This time he took a break to enjoy the thoroughly stuffed lizard. Nazo spent a good few minutes rubbing over the inflated belly. He spread the escaped cum over Rathal's scales and pressed his digits in to feel the firm pressure of the heavy contribution inside. The dragon took the camera to capture another slow pan over the lizard's well-used body. He made sure to get a nice shot of Rathal's panting face.

"Right now my swimmers are beating their way into your eggs. Can you feel them?" Nazo said with a grin. The camera captured the look of tired anguish on the lizard's face as he just tries to recover. "You are well on your way to breaking some records. Enjoy this little bulge now. In a few months you'll be too heavy to walk."

Rathal just groaned. Sore and tired, he wasn't in a state of mind to truly comprehend the imminent consequences. He only wanted to get away, but couldn't even put up a token resistance. "Y-you're done now, p-please let me go."

"We're not done yet, I know I can still knock a few more eggs out of you."

"W-what?" Rathal began, but Nazo was already moving. He unhooked the clasp connecting the short leash to the bar between Rathal's legs. Leaving his cock plugged in the lizard's vent, he grabbed Rathal's shoulder and tugged him over. The dragon's ridges scraped around Rathal's walls earning a yelp from the bound reptile. Soon the lizard kneeled on the bed with face pressed into the soiled mattress. The lizard's rear held up by the shaft still knotted inside him.

Nazo groped over Rathal's ass. He shifted to a firm grab and yanked his cock free, knot and all. A bit of seed dripped from his entrance, though most stayed inside thanks to the lizard's raised hips.

"Gotta work the ridges into the front of your cunt. Job's only half done," Nazo said as he scooped up both lengths in one heavy paw.

Face on the mattress, Rathal could not see but he could certainly feel as the drake lined both his tips up with his well-used slit. His mouth opened in a silent scream as the dragon shoved them inside. Side-by-side they spread him as wide as the dragon's knot with only the tips inside. Nazo held this position, relishing the feeling of that messy slit struggling to handle the double violation. 

Nazo leaned forward and covered the lizard with his bulk. His elbows resting on the mattress formed a cage around the bound corpo heir. Rathal struggled to breathe under the weight of the scaled mass. Licking over Rathal's neck, he brought his mouth right up to his victim's ear. 

"Ready?"

"No," Rathal whispered.

"Good," Nazo replied. 

He thrust forward hard, sinking the top three ridges on both shafts inside and the lizard screamed. Or at least as much as he could. The sound came out more as a whisper thanks to the drugs keeping him quiet. The drake only took a moment to readjust before giving him another firm thrust, this time getting every last ridge inside with the tips of the double barrel smearing their pre over the smaller reptile's well-used cervix. 

"There we go," Nazo exhaled, giving a few short thrusts to let those ridges start their work. "Tight little broodbitch. Well for now at least." He pressed in, letting his knots tease at the Rathal's lips. "You should count yourself lucky. You have the money to fix things right back up don't you? Same can't be said for my practice fucks. Stretched out and ruined for good with a big clutch they can't afford." He gave another firm thrust. A paw slipping down to palm the lizard's swollen belly. He slathered his broad tongue over Rathal's shoulder, neck, and up to his cheek. A trail of glistening saliva left in his wake. "Time to get back to it~"

Nazo slid his tongue back down to the lizard's neck, licking there a few times before opening his maw wide and chomping down. Teeth pierced between scales until the copper taste of a blood trickled into his mouth. Rathal gasped and Nazo lifted his hips. Seven pairs of ridges scrapping their way back out through those tight spread confines. He shifted into a fast-paced rut. The small lizard left groaning with every rapid beat of the drake's hips while Nazo grinned around his bite. His tongue lapping up the blood while his teeth impressed the dragon's mark into Rathal's flesh.

Nazo's paw continued to grope over his victim's belly. Claws working over his cum-filled womb to stir up the seed within and give every opportunity for the pair to mix genes. He released his bite and sat up. Both hands moving to the lizard's hips and holding him firm as the drake picked up the intensity. Thrusts slowed down as the force crept up. His knots ramming against the already painfully spread lips and making just a bit more progress each time. 

"Gonna breed you good, cum rag," he grunted. His thick, black knots were now making it almost to that widest point. Nazo grit his teeth and put all his strength into the next few thrusts. "Take... My... Clutch!"

Rathal opened his mouth wide in a silent gasp while the two black bulbs squeezed their way into his slit. He slowly spread open, wider, and wider. Green scales turning white under the strain before they reached the widest point and slurped down over them both. Black, virile flesh disappearing inside the lizard as the maroon sheath pressed flush to Rathal's green scales. At the same time, the twin tips worked their way back into his womb. His cervix clenching tight around them as Rathal was brought to yet another unwanted orgasm.

Rathal clenched up around the spires, peristaltic pulls from his pussy milking another load from Nazo's life ruiners. The dragon's massive orbs rested heavy against the lizard's thighs. The quad pulling up as they released their potent swimmers into Rathal's unwilling care. Both cocks throbbed as thick seed powered through them and down into the lizard's already over-filled womb.

The camera captured the sudden swell of that first shot. The next few giving a similar show until the straining stomach could hold no more and a gush of viscous, potent seed flooded out around their joining. The flow mirrored the pulsing of his balls. Rathal's womb completely at capacity with each new shot of sperm-packed egg-batter forcing out older seed. It glorped out onto their thighs and the bed beneath them.

Nazo draped himself over the smaller reptile, using his weight to pin him in place while his cocks continued to breed him. The drake's paw slipped between their legs to gather up some of that wasted cum. He played with it for a moment between his claws before reaching up and working two claws into Rathal's mouth. Sharp claw tips smeared the cream over the inside of his cheeks before grabbing his tongue and spreading his seed over the limp muscle. "Tastes good and virile, doesn't it? Just think, as we speak your little eggs are getting a nice thorough bath. A big clutch sure to swell you even better than this." He ground his hips in to emphasize his point, the stimulation working a whine from Rathal.

"Cute little cum dump," he said as his hand moved to the back of Rathal's head. He gripped it and twisted it to the side before leaning in and locking their jaws together. His tongue pressed deep, stretching out the lizard's throat.

Stretched well beyond his natural limits and suffocating on a throat-full of thick dragon tongue, Rathal could only gurgle as black crept in from the edges toward the center of his vision. Sleep was no escape for the unfortunate reptile. It was still hours until morning and Nazo wasn't about to leave such a lucrative job half-done. As he worked, Rathal faded in and out of consciousness. The night a broken haze of different positions and brand new humiliations. One moment he was gulping around pulsing dragon flesh while thick, warm potency pooled in his stomach. The next he was pinned on his back while ridges rapidly sawed through his ruined cunt. It seemed like he only blinked and found himself staring down both barrels. Dark red claws held the inky black pair close together as they gave a powerful throb before basting the lizard's face in the drake's sticky mark. In between, his mind filled the gaps with scenes heavily inspired by the sensations forced upon him. In his dreams he was assaulted by monsters and in his brief bouts of wakefulness he was reminded that the consequences were all too real.

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Light streamed through the broken blinds in patchy beams. One of those uncomfortably bright spot-lights blasting over Rathal's face until he groaned and stirred. He blinked bleary eyes. The world a muddy mess while his eyes adjusted to the burning light. The green lizard made an attempt to wipe his eyes, but the unforgiving yank of his leather bindings ended that as soon as it began. He went slack and just waited for his vision to slowly adjust. The first thing he saw were his own raised hips. His legs still attached to the spreader bar and his collar clipped to it by that short leash. Gasping, he turned his head side to side. His eyes frantically searching the room, but it seemed like he was finally alone again.  

He let out a relieved breath while his gaze wandered back to his own lifted hips. His folded body gave him the perfect view of his cum-stained crotch. Thick rivulets of the stuff slowly inched their way down his belly. Right at the very top was his heavily abused pussy. His folds spread around a thick, black silicon plug. He let out a pained groan. The toy clearly intended to keep the lizard fully stuffed until someone freed him. The dragon's legions free to run up the score in his womb the whole time. Rathal gave a tentative squeeze to see if he could start working it out. 

A red LED flashed in the base. The punishment was quick and severe. A muffled drone rang out as an intense vibration shook through the plug. Rathal's own response was just as intense and unexpected. His resistance worn down to nothing overnight. The lizard tensed and rocked on his back. A long heavy moan slipping from his lips as the orgasm raced from his core to the tip of his tail. It sent him clenching around the toy. The red LED lighting up again to warn him of his mistake. There was just enough of a delay for his stomach to drop before the buzz started again and he was pushed right back up to his peak. 

Rathal tossed his head to the side. In the midst of his struggling his eyes caught the glow of a small display set on the nightstand. A blue cartoon egg rolled around before making way for a number. 146. I ticked up to 147 then 148. He took a moment just staring to process it. His train of thought broken as the vicious cycle of his clenches triggered the vibrating plug again. The display jumping to 151 then 152. A record breaking clutch now on the way with the devious setup ensuring it would only keep climbing until housekeeping stumbled upon the bound heir. Just beside the gradually increasing counter, a simple white business card rested on the table. The only text on it was a phone number, but to the corpo heir it said far more. It was the promise of revenge.