title: A Heist Gone Wrong aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Ropistike] id: [9818339] date: 星期六, 十月 29日 2022, 9:37:46 晚上 modified: 星期六, 十月 29日 2022, 10:05:58 晚上

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A Heist Gone Wrong

Author: Ropistike Source: A Heist Gone Wrong (SV, AV)

Walt pushed through the entrance to the mansion slowly, the massive wooden door creaking on its hinges. He pointed his flashlight inside, angling it around the entrance hall to make sure there was no one else around. The coast being clear, he waved to his two companions and slipped inside.

Walt was a Gecko. His reptilian skin was a light orange yellow with dark brown spots all over his body, similar looking as a leopard. Cal and Theo clambered in behind him, looking around the massive room. Both of his friends were human. They were a little slow at times, but they were loyal enough to him, and that was what mattered. Walt's stomach growled, reminding him of why they had come in the first place. Money was scarce. 

Walt waved them forward, passing a massive painting of what looked like a hybrid between a dragon and a fox. The man in the portrait must be none other than Jake, the owner of the mansion. His dragon half was certainly the dominant one, with black reptilian scales covering most of his body, save for his chest and ears, which were distinctly fox-like. It was a half-breed that Walt had never seen in person before. Hopefully, if all went well, it would remain that way.

They had studied the maps to this mansion extensively in preparation for this day. Jake had made a fortune developing and selling various poisons over his lifetime, secure his financial future on a foundation of death. Long story short, it was not the kind of person Walt felt bad for robbing. 

They reached the end of the hallway and Walt turned to his left, knowing there to be a stairwell leading into the basement in this location, but found himself facing a wall. Determined to make this day a success, he began feeling at the wall, fingers rubbing against the dry wood, feeling for a switch, a crack, anything...

“Maybe we should turn back... This place is kinda creep...” Theo began, looking around nervously, when the sound of latch reached their ears and a small door creaked on its hinges. Walt looked up to his companions and grinned to them, gesturing forward for them to lead the way. Theo always got twitchy if anything ever started not going to plan.

They quickly descended the stairs and found themselves in a plain stone room. “Was there supposed to be something down here?” Cal asked, looking around, feeling at the walls. Walt was wondering the same. He had received a tip that there were precious valuables stashed in this room, but there was not really a place to put them. The room was empty apart from a small shelf with an odd assortment of tools lying on it. 

Theo picked up what looked like an old pair of pliers before meeting Walt's eyes and opening his mouth, no doubt about to pitch his “leaving” idea again before he was interrupted by a soft hissing sound. They all stopped and listened, Walt tilted his head towards the ceiling, moving his flashlight up to see a visible blue gas seeping into the room. Theo wasted no time shouting in alarm and running back towards the stairs, Walt was not far behind him. 

The human stumbled over himself twice on his way up, reaching the door and fumbling around uselessly in front of him. “Hurry up!” Walt hissed, urgently. 

“I'm trying... There's no latch!” Theo shouted, moving aside for Walt to try. He felt around for a second before deciding to slam against it with his shoulder, but it was no good, the door wouldn't budge. Below them, Cal was coughing madly, and Theo had started as well. Walt felt it too and tried the door more desperately, but whatever was filling the room was too strong. He knelt down, afraid to fall to the bottom of the stone staircase if he tripped, the gas clouding his mind. Behind him, he heard the thumping of his companions hitting the ground, and darkness took over his vision as he did the same. 

When Walt woke up he found himself staring at that portrait of Jake again. The dragon-fox staring coldly at him, and blinking. He jumped, realizing that Jake was actually right in front of him, his heart racing in alarm. 

“How very queer...” The man said to him, his voice a harsh whisper, “the toxin did not work on you... This is most unusual...” Walt tried to sit up upon realizing he was laying down, only to find that his arms and legs were bound down with rope. He tugged at the bonds, none of them budging an inch, he was tied in a way that spread his arms and legs out, stretching them a bit.

“H...Hey.” He called, “Let me go... Please... don't torture me...” He added, feeling alarmingly stupid for adding that. The gas was still making his head spin a bit.

Jake sniffed a laugh. “You will receive whatever punishment that I deem fit.” A knife glinted in his hands as he stepped towards him. Walt was about to scream and shut his eyes, bracing himself for the pain, but was greeted with the sound of tearing cloth. He opened an eye was saw that Jake was cutting his clothes off of him. He tried to pull away but the tension on his arms intensified with just about any movement, the pain that accompanied it made him keep still.

He felt humiliated as he was left naked, laying there helplessly. Jake casually tossed his clothes to the side and stepped back to study him. Walt was about to try and get information out of him when a soft scratching sound from the shelf to his side caught his attention. It was then that he realized he was in the same room that had filled with gas. There were grooves on the floor to allow for ropes to bind his body down, the thought of “why” that would be made him shiver. He was not sure he wanted to know.

The sound reached him again and it seemed to be coming from a jar on the shelf. The jar shifted slightly, the movement accompanying the scratching. Jake stepped over him to grab the jar, standing above him with the container in his hands. It was made of plastic, so Walt could not see it's contents until Jake knelt down towards him, tilting it forward. Walt's heart stopped.

Theo and Cal were inside the jar. Both were naked, both appeared horrified. Walt's eyes widened in shock, this was not possible! “Surprised?” Jake asked, grinning eerily, “So was I when I came down here to see you were still the same size. This is the first time this toxin has had no effect on someone. I must say I was disappointed at first, but now I'm thinking this is cause for celebration! This is a reason to try something new... I suppose I will not feed on human tonight, as I had planned.” He added, almost casually. The silence that followed was filled with more fear than any of the struggling or screaming just before it. 

Jake placed the jar to the side and pulled out a piece of oddly shaped metal. He reached down with the strange metal contraption and Walt panicked and snapped his head away from him. Jake grabbed him violently and shoved the thing into his mouth, Walt tried to scream but was gagging on the taste of steel and Jake's fingers on his tongue. 

Jake spent a few moments adjusting the device. A soft clicking sound was accompanied with the contraption widening in his mouth, forcing his jaw to open. Walt tried not to fight it, hoping to avoid further pain from the abrasive device. He felt at it with his tongue, trying to pry it loose, but it was no good. 

Jake withdrew his hand and Walt tried to close his mouth, his teeth pressing against that piece of metal. He tried to force the thing out of his mouth with his tongue but it was secured. It was at that moment that he knew what the fox-dragon was going to try to do. His heart raced in his chest as he frantically tried to free himself. Not this... Anything but this... Jake lifted one of the humans out of the jar.

Theo had not seen what had happened to Walt, all he knew was that he had been shrunk, shrunk down to the size of his own hand... Well, what his own hand used to be. “Oh god... oh god...” Cal continued to mutter, curled up and sobbing as the jar lurched again. Their captor was moving them.

“Calm down Cal.” Theo said, trying to reassure his friend, though he admittedly did not have very optimistic thoughts about what was about to happen. “Everything is going to be fi...” He began, but was cut off by Cal's scream as a giant paw descended into the jar. Theo jumped to the side as it felt around, brushing by Cal's quivering form and closing right around himself. He fought the urge to scream as the warm paw pressed firmly around his naked body. Cal watched him with terror in his eyes as he was lifted out of the jar.

He found himself meeting the eyes of Walt, his gecko friend's mouth was wide open and he was laying on his back, tied down to the ground. Theo only just realized that Walt had somehow managed to avoid shrinking, his body still roughly the same size as Jake, who was currently holding him in one hand. Jake was looking between him and Walt with a cold expression on his face. Theo tried to squirm free from the tight grip around his body, not even able to budge one giant finger.

“Fair warning... I've had my share of human before... they do not taste that good.” Jake whispered maliciously. Theo idly wondered what he meant by that. Walt's eyes seemed to widen in shock and fear and he began to struggle. The massive body scraping on the floor creating a din to Theo's tiny ears. Jake grabbed at the gecko's face with his free paw and moved his body so that it was positioned right above it. Dread filled him as he realized what was about to happen next.

He didn't have time to beg, let alone scream, before he was dropped. Theo's body plummeted through the air and directly into the mouth of the giant gecko, the temperature going from chilly to hot and humid as he was surrounded by the flesh of the inner-mouth. His body hit Walt's tongue and he slid back fast into the throat. He felt his legs squeeze into the tight tube below him as the deafening sound of coughing filled his ears from all around him, sending gusts of hot putrid air whipping up from below.  Theo was screaming, terror blinding him from the chaotic surroundings.

The flesh below him vibrated violently, forcing his legs back out in one moment while the tug from the throat pulled him back down in the next. Soon enough he was freed from the throat and he held onto the slick tongue in front of him for dear life as it pressed his body against the back of the mouth, holding him there suspended. The smell of damp breath became the only thing his nose could register.

Theo did not know what to do, the light from above him just barely outlined Walt's teeth and the climb back up was completely impossible when the only things available for him to grip were covered with slippery saliva. His body was slowly sliding down despite their combined efforts to keep him up so the gecko had to keep adjusting his tongue, the powerful muscle pressing hard against him, soaking his skin with drool. The warm muscle pressing against his naked front, molding to the shape of his body, was an uncomfortable and intense sensation. 

He could hear Jake talk above him but could not make out the words. He could not believe what was happening to him, any movement he made seemed to counteract everything his friend was doing to keep him up, the gecko having to keep adjusting his tongue against his body. The more saliva that covered him, the more he seemed to slide against the slick surface.

Powerful drafts suddenly chilled his head and toes, those being the parts of him not held by the monstrous tongue. Walt had begun breathing with his mouth rather than his nose... Why would he do that? Theo wondered, still grasping desperately onto the tongue, idly thinking that this must pinch for him. It could not be a good sign.

Out of nowhere water began to rain down over his head. He looked up, squinting his eyes to see that Jake was pouring water into Walt's mouth. The water pooled around him up to his knees, the gecko gurgling as he struggled to breathe. Theo began whimpering in helplessness as he held on for his life. Walt would have to swallow that water if he wanted to breathe... Assuming he could not use his nose. Dread filled Theo as he became sure his end was near, tears welled in his eyes. He wished he had spoken up sooner, he knew there was something off about this mansion...

Theo felt the tongue slide upward quickly, sliding his body between the soft muscle and the hard flesh of the roof of the mouth. Walt swallowed the water then. The force of the swallow pulled his body down, his feet trapped in the tight esophagus and his body getting forced in up to his waist as he screamed and struggled. The coughing met him again as his body was forced back out little by little, the vicious tremors of the flesh tossing his body around as hot air swirled around him. His friend had kept him up.

Theo's victory was short lived. More water began to pool around him again. His heart sank as he realized that Walt would not be able to keep this up much longer. He was doomed. Jake had poured more water in this time, the level up to his chest. He was filled with anticipation as he waited for the inevitable, waited for the tube below him to claim his body and pull him down to his death. The waiting was almost intolerable, he just wanted it to be over, the sooner the gecko swallowed him the sooner this suffering would end, for both of them. 

As if to increase his feeling of helplessness, Jake had reached his paw into Walt's mouth and had started pushing down on Theo's head. He sobbed as he gripped onto the lizards tongue, his body forced deeper into the water as bubbles started to rise from the exhale. Finally realizing all hope was lost, he let go of the tongue, his arms getting tired. He might as well make himself as comfortable as possible for what was about to come. He was pushed into the water up to his shoulders when it finally happened.

Walt was forced to swallow. One powerful tug pulled Theo down to his chest, the soft flesh gripping him even tighter than the tongue had. The coughs soon followed once again but this time there was still more water, and the gecko was forced to swallow once more, this one claiming him once and for all. The loud squelching sound that accompanied the shift in shape of the throat as he was swallowed sounded so final to him. His ears were soon greeted with the sound of shifting flesh as they rubbed against the tube the squeezed him down.

He closed his eyes shut forcefully, the darkness that surrounded him allowed for no light anyway, but he wanted to keep the fluids from his eyes. The pulling of the muscle around him felt so endless. Walt had been laying down as he was swallowed, so he could not tell which way was up in this abyss of meat, he was being forced down the horizontal tube of flesh that cradled his body, his arms were pinned together behind him in the tube, the force much gentler around his hands than the rest of him. Short pulses of vibrations reverberated around him from time to time, Walt was apparently still trying to cough him back up, but he was now too far gone. He found it difficult to breathe, his lungs having not gotten a mouthful of air since he was still in the gecko's mouth.

His toes soon felt the pressure around them tighten and then loosen up significantly. He knew what that meant. He thought he was ready for this, ready for it to end, but he soon found that he wished he had fought more. He didn't want to be digested. Why didn't he grab onto Jake when he had been pushing him down? Panic filled him as his body was spilled into the hot and wet stomach.

He could do nothing to stop it. He soon plopped in this final chamber among a great deal of fluids. Mostly the water that Jake had been giving the lizard, but Theo knew there were also acids around his body. He gasped a breath of putrid air once his mouth was free from the constriction of the throat, the smell in the stomach was that of rot and damp. His hands soon followed him and that was that, released from the tight constriction only to meet his end in the pitch dark prison hot meat. He was completely within the stomach of the one who he had been following for years. He struggled madly then, hoping the movement would cause Walt to vomit him back out. He breathed heavily as he did so, feeling each breath doing less and less for him and promptly stopped. Holding his breath until he absolutely needed it. He knew he wouldn't last long.

It seemed like ages, but he knew it must have only been a few seconds in the chamber of flesh that was now gently churning him, mixing his body around with the pool of liquids that must have filled half of the stomach. He slowly allowed his body to slump down in defeat, the soft walls cradling his back as they continued to shift around him. He wanted to relax for his final moments but found the sensation so unnerving that he struggled automatically, unable to keep himself from trying to stay clear of the acids. He stretched his body out, his feet and head pressing against opposite sides of the chamber, the soft yet firm walls stretching to his shape as they pushed back at him, forcing his body to curl up once more.

Each breath now did nothing for him and his head soon became foggy. The more sensitive parts of his body that were submerged in the juices began to sting, but he didn't care anymore. The hope that he would be vomited out was now gone and he lay back, letting the gecko's body break down its meal, allowing himself to become a part of his friend's body.

Walt choked on Theo's tiny body as he held him in place, coughing to get him out of his throat. There was no way he was going to eat the poor thing. He glared at Jake, who looked more amused than anything else. “You really think you can keep this up?” He asked him, Walt refused to look away. Jake shrugged and grabbed at a small box. He opened it and pulled out chewing gum. Walt looked at him in confusion, the human squirming in his mouth and sliding down, he had to keep shoving him back up with his tongue, he imagined it was extremely uncomfortable.

Jake chewed the gum for a few moments before pulling it out and splitting it into two wads. He then shoved them up each of Walt's nostrils. Walt almost gasped in shock but caught himself at the last second, not wanting to lose the grip on the human. He was, however, no longer able to breathe from his nose so he tightened the grip on the human so he could breathe out his mouth. Jake was already working on his next move. He held a bottle of water in his paws and Walt's heart sunk.

He took a quick breath and held it as Jake poured water into his mouth. Walt let it sit there as long as he could before giving up and nearly choking as he swallowed, the human in his mouth shifting from his tenuous grip and getting lodged in his throat. Walt coughed more to free him and successfully got him back between his tongue and mouth again, breathing gasping breaths as he did so. The helpless creature was clinging tightly to his tongue. 

Jake wasted no time in pouring more water into his mouth, nearly filling it this time. Walt felt helpless, there was nothing he could do for Theo, part of him considered just letting himself drown in the water, but he figured the human would still get pulled into his throat if he did so. Jake seemed to think this was still not enough, however, and jammed his fingers into his mouth, sliding the little human farther back towards his throat. Walt tried to struggle against him but could do nothing. The human's feet started to tickle his throat again and he started gasping for air.

His reflexes kicked in and he swallowed hard, nearly clearing the water with Theo still in his mouth, he tried to take a breath but found there was still too much water there and was forced to swallow again between coughs. He gasped gratefully at the air once it became available again and started fishing for the human with his tongue to find that he was gone. Panic and despair filled him as he realized his mouth was empty, a subtle squirming in his chest giving him the answer. “No!” He shouted, the words sounding slurred due to the metal in his mouth. He feebly tried to cough his friend back up, coughing so hard that he was gagging, but nothing came back.

Jake grinned, unlatching the device and pulling it free, letting Walt close his mouth once more. Shame filled him as he imagined what Theo was going through. He could have tried harder, he could have gotten him free... somehow... He looked at his own chest, unable to see anything out of the ordinary. He didn't even feel the little guy anymore.

He barely had time to regret what had happened when Jake began adjusting his bonds. He took the opportunity to try and fight him. Walt kicked hard when his ankle was free from the bond, but Jake simply caught it, gripping his leg in a surprisingly powerful hold. He apparently inherited his strength from his dragon half. His captor positioned his foot much closer to the rest of his body, resulting in his knee pointing in the air to the side. Jake fastened the bonds back to the grooves in the floor and moved on to the other leg, doing the same thing. 

Jake grabbed another rope and gripped at the thick base of Walt's tail, making him cringe, Want did not want this man's hands anywhere near his privates. Jake fastened his tail to the ground as well, keeping it tight around the base, leaving his behind completely exposed. Walt tried to move his tail, but could not get much more than the tip going. Jake lifted a small bottle that was placed near the wall and dabbed a little bit of the liquid onto his finger. He rubbed the stuff over his finger for a little while before pressing it up against Walt's tailhole and shoving it inside. 

Walt yelped in shock at the feeling of Jake's finger in his behind, he felt him rubbing it around and squirmed in discomfort, shouting for him to stop. Jake soon withdrew the finger and dabbed some more liquid there, rubbing it around the outside of his anus this time. Walt then realized what Cal's fate was to be. “No... No you can't do that to him... Jake please this is cruel, don't do this! This is illegal!”

Jake simply sniffed a laugh at that, bringing the bottle over to the jar that contained the Cal. “Illegal? Coming from the one who broke into my home? This is simply self defense.”

Walt gaped, “Self defense?! We're helpless and begging for our lives! Please don't do this! Please... make me throw up... oh Theo...” Walt muttered, tears lining his eyes. He wished he could make himself vomit, if only his hands were free...

“I'm afraid it's too late for that. You three came onto my property, therefore, you become my property. If anyone asks, all I did was dispose of some violent thieves. I'm doing the world a justice. It's almost a shame that no one ever asks...” He grinned, opening the bottle and pouring it into the jar.

Cal kept himself curled up. It had worked last time, he had not been chosen when Jake's massive paw had fished into the jar. He heard him approach again and held himself tightly, tears wetting his face, he had never been more scared in his life. Theo had already been taken, and he did not appear to be coming back.

To his surprise, Jake's paw did not reach into the jar this time. Instead he felt a lukewarm liquid drip down on top of him, coating the bottom of the jar as well. He sniffed at it, it was some sort of vegetable oil... The jar then suddenly lurched into the air, making Cal stumble out of his fetal position before he felt himself flung around the jar, the oil slicking his body as he was spun around. 

He felt nauseous when he finally stopped, trying to push himself up but having his oil coated arm slide against the bottom of the jar. Jake's paw then closed around him, he hadn't even noticed he had been reaching again. He began to scream and beg. The sight that greeted him upon getting pulled out was almost bizarre enough to shut him up. 

Walt looked to be bound to the floor, his legs parted and his naked ass exposed, while his upper half was pressed against the floor, his eyes met his friend's for a brief moment before he was whisked out of view. The look he had been given was that of pure pity. 

He tried to struggle against Jake, feeling that the oil might make the fox-dragon drop him. He knew the fall would kill him at this height, but from what he had heard while he had still been in the jar, he figured a quick death was preferable to whatever Jake had in store for him. He was right. 

Jake lifted his body up right in front of Walt's bare ass. Cal grimaced at the sight and averted his eyes until he noticed a glistening of light off of the area right around the gecko's tailhole. There was oil there. Cal immediately resumed his begging for mercy, he didn't want this, the thought was too disturbing and frightening to bear. Walt appeared to be begging as well. Cal looked back to Jake, and the look he returned was so shockingly indifferent that Cal looked away. How could someone look like that when they're about to do this?

Cal whimpered feebly in the fox-dragon's grip. The though of what was about to happen was too much for him. He felt a slight breeze of movement and saw that he was being brought closer and closer to the gecko's exposed anus. Jake shifted his grip so that his entire upper half would not be impeded by his paw. Cal began openly crying and screaming for mercy, offering to do anything, anything at all for Jake to reconsider. 

“God, this one does not shut up.” Jake whispered, the sound still loud to him, “You're definitely going in head first.”

Cal felt defeated at that, the helplessness of his situation making his heart beat rapidly in his chest. There was nothing he could do, Jake was going to stick him into Walt's tailhole... He grimaced at the thought. How could someone do this?

The heat from the gecko's anus met his face. Cal squirmed and tried to position himself in such a way that Jake would not be able to get him inside. A finger stuck out under him and straightened his body. The panic in him shot up, the dark abyss was right in front of him, he shut himself up in the hopes that Jake would reconsider, that hope being the only thing he had left. 

He gave up on silence as he was moved forward again. He could not look away as the puckered dark flesh moved forward to greet him until it was all he could see. He shut his eyes right when his face met the ring of flesh, the warmth he had felt before was nothing compared to this. He tried desperately to pull himself back but Jake kept him moving forward, his face breaking though and the extremely tight anus squeezing around his head. 

He could not believe what was happening, the tight flesh closed around his head as the pressure Jake put on his body increased, the friction that the anal walls put against him was tremendous. His body was greatly resisted by Walt's. He realized that the gecko must be trying to push him back out. He felt at a loss of air and tried to breathe, his mouth being smothered by the warm anal flesh and not getting anything into his lungs at all. 

He squirmed, twisting his head this way and that, soft flesh pressing against his face no matter where he pointed it, there was no escaping it. The pulsating passage of tight meat held him firmly. Cal had never felt more helpless, more useless in his entire life. He had no control, there was nothing he could do. His life was literally in the hands of Jake and the hybrid was inserting his body in the tight rear of his gecko friend.

He was starting to get light headed when miraculously he felt Jake pull him back out. The tight grip engulfing him slid forcefully against him as his head was tugged backwards. His head slid back through the puckered entrance to Walt's rear end and he gasped a breath of fresh air, relief flooding through him. He was being spared, he could barely believe it. He shuddered as he looked back to the gecko's anus, knowing that his head had just been inside of that. 

His relief was short lived. Jake had scraped his finger back into the oil in the jar and was not rubbing it into the gecko's tailhole, reaching down multiple times to get a great deal of the oil before placing some more on Cal's head again as well, coating him more efficiently than last time. His heart sunk. He was going back. The thought was even more debilitating to him now that he had thought he would be spared. 

He resumed his pleading for his life. Now that he knew what it was going to feel like, he dreaded the insertion even more. Jake began moving his body back towards the gecko's once again. Tears streamed from his eyes as he knew this time there would be no pull out. His eyes met the tailhole once more, the outsides of the anus just meeting his head in a ring shape. The ring of the outer flesh gently caressing his head like a squelching crown. This time he took a deep breath as he felt the familiar pressure.

His head pierced the entrance once again and the warmth from the flesh greeted him just as it had before. The friction was considerably less prominent this time. His body slid inside the gecko's anus with ease. He sobbed to himself as he felt his shoulders and arms breach the tight confines as Jake relentlessly pushed him in. He felt occasional surges of intense pressure around his body. He figured Walt was trying to squeeze him back out, but Jake's strength far outmatched his.

His hands and his own rear end soon joined the rest of him within the tight tube of hot flesh that squeezed forcefully on every nook and cranny of his body. The sensation of his own privates rubbing against the tight oiled flesh was unnervingly intense. He tried to curl his body in an arc, to keep his genitals from sliding across the side of the passage, but the tube met any movement he made, molding his body regardless of what he did. He struggled as hard as he could, trying to at least inconvenience Jake, but nothing seemed to work. His body continued to slide deeper and deeper into the gecko. 

He wished he had thought to cover his own genitals with his hands when he had the chance. He could do nothing to reposition his arms now that they were pinned hard to his sides by the flesh. The constant rubbing of the hot flesh against his own was too much sensation for his mind to wrap around. He writhed violently, doing nothing to the flesh that gripped him from all sides.

Jake seemed to be having a little more trouble now that it was just his legs that could still feel the cool outside air. He felt the pressure around his own rear end lessen in severity as he felt Jake's finger press up between his legs. He tried to use that opportunity to kick, but realized after landing one that his efforts would not even inconvenience Jake. The force from that one push was enough. His body slid faster than it had since this whole ordeal started. His legs quickly slid from the cool air to the hot prison of flesh the surrounded him. He writhed harder, but the meat of his prison was molded to his form, responding to every movement he made with an endless compression.

In a matter of seconds his feet were gone as well. That was it, his entire body had been shoved up the anus of the gecko. This was not the conclusion he had been expecting. He wanted badly to take another breath but could not part from the flesh that cupped his face and kept whatever air that may have come with him from his lungs. He tried to breath through his nose as well but that proved equally as difficult. He idly thought that at least he was unable to smell anything in his current scenario.

Jake's finger, having forced inward as far as it could go, began to retract. Cal found himself desperately trying to latch onto it with his feet, hoping that he would be pulled free from this tight flesh once more, but the finger soon slid past his feet, re-applying the pressure to his body, and was gone. Cal found himself hanging there in suspension, squeezed relentlessly by the hot oily flesh that surround him on all sides. He could still feel his body creeping even deeper within the intestines.

The lightheaded feeling he had begun to experience the first time returned to him, his deep breath having run out of effect for him. He found the dead silence that met him now that had stopped moving was welcoming. It was at the very least preferable to the consistent fleshy squelches that he felt were deafening him from his ears sliding against the tight anal walls. He did still feel the occasional shift from Walt trying to force him back out, but any movement that that resulted in was far too little to get him back out in time. 

He kept motionless for his final moments, trying to project himself to a happier place, a place less nightmarish than the anus of a gigantic gecko, but the reality of his scenario was too monumental to forget. He drifted away as he was suspended there, the tightness compacting his chest, tears still wetting his face. The hot flesh continued to cradle his body, he wiggled his toes against the anal walls, barely able to move even that much. Soon enough the lightheaded feeling had taken him over. The last thing he felt was one last push, shifting his body back a tiny amount before the darkness took him over.

Walt writhed as the squirming human was pressed into this tailhole. He screamed at the discomfort of it, the pain surprisingly intense. Jake was pushing very forcefully but seemed unable to get Cal inside his anus. After a moment of uncertainty Walt felt the human get pulled out. The relief of that moment was almost blissful before he felt the familiar oiled finger working at it again.

He tried to plead with Jake, but the human's terrified squeals were almost too loud for his own voice to carry. All he could think was how horrible this situation must be for them, to be forced inside the body of another... Walt could not even imagine.

He felt Cal forced back inside his tialhole met with the silence of his pleading being cut off. Walt gasped at the sensation of the small human parting his anus as Jake forced his little body within him. Walt fought against the ropes that clung to his feet, not accomplishing anything but further discomfort. He tried to kick, hoping that the bonds would be loosened, but could barely move his legs. The added oil seemed to be working, the human was getting pushed in much farther this time than the last. Walt was ashamed to realize that the sensation no longer felt unpleasant now that the human was sliding in effortlessly. 

He pushed as hard as he physically could, but Jake's counteractions made his efforts useless. The human was completely within his anus in a matter of seconds. He wondered if it felt like seconds to Cal too, being the one forced inside. The tight stretched feeling the human made in his anus was very foreign. There was a living being within him, dying. He wanted nothing more than to free the poor human, the other having digested away a while ago, or so he assumed. 

Jake was soon finished forcing the pitiful creature inside of him, pulling his finger free and cupping his paw over Walt's tailhole to make sure he didn't get back out. That did not stop him from trying. Walt pushed harder than ever before to try to force the human loose, but he barely felt the little guy move an inch, and he did not seem to be struggling anymore.

They remained like that for a few moments longer before Jake seemed satisfied and removed his paw. Walt felt defeated. His attempt to prevent this fate for his human companions had failed, both of them were completely within his body, his stomach and his butt. Jake adjusted the ropes again, this time giving him some slack in all directions, he stood up, rubbing at his anus but knowing it was too late to save either of them.

“Just finish me off already...” He pleaded Jake, he did not want to live with the memories of what had happened to those poor humans.

“Finish you off?” Jake asked incredulously a sick grin splitting his face, “We are only just beginning, my friend. I never thought that baiting thieves to my mansion with false tips would ever bring someone like you into my life. There is more fun to be had here... much more fun.” He said, grinning at him.

Walt gaped in shock, unable to comprehend what he just heard. Jake had given him this tip? Jake was the one who hinted at robbing Jake's mansion? “How can you do this?” He asked, defeated. “You're a monster!” 

“Self defense.” Jake whispered, menacingly, he paused before leaving the room, looking back at Walt, a cruel grin on his face. “And as for food... I hired a group of thieves to steal from this room tomorrow. Your human friend should hold you over until then.”