A young hairy dragon is resting his back against a wall and crossing one leg over the other, hands in his pockets and chewing an almost tasteless piece of gum. He puts away his cell phone and keeps talking to himself, arguing with the other in his head about his next target as they walk down a long lonely alley in a city of a forgettable state in Mexico after having stuck the chewing gum in a street light.

His soft paws barefoot on hot asphalt, which somehow doesn't bother him, taking quiet steps while the boy listens to music on his headphones and converses with himself. His short black fur with dark gray stripes contrasts with his long, wavy, almost white hair swaying in the wind... until it blocks his view and causes him to stumble. He looks up from the ground after accidentally whipping his head against the street floor and looks straight ahead.

- Lottery! Why didn't I see it before?

- Pal, this street is very empty. But it is still dangerous to act in the middle of the day.

- Come on brother, what's the worst that can happen?

- I dunno, Arrest us? I've also heard that around here they tend to lynch people.

- They wouldn’t be the first trying to hunt us down.

- Exactly, you already have a whole horde of annoyed people chasing you. You can either stop doing these... things, or wait until tonight as I just told you.

The dragon gets up from the ground, stretches and ties his hair in a ponytail with a band he used as a bracelet. He dusts himself off and picks up his pace, directing his gaze to the young tlacuache cub a few meters in front of him. He has made the decision to act quickly without much thought since a stupid fox snatched from his menu a cute lion cub whose name he has already forgotten.

- I guess you won't take my advice.

- Oh, really?

- ... Asshole. You don't know where to keep your prey while you get home anyway.

- I'll think of something, take it easy.

The smell of his future victim invades the 19-year-old's nose, he closes his eyes and inhales deeply to enjoy the scent. He sighs quietly as he approaches, calmly processing the scent as he reviews his half-baked plan, it seems the boy is wearing a chocolate-scented perfume. He is only a few feet away now, his breathing quickening as he imagines what the taste of his blood and the texture of his skin will be like when he takes a sharp bite on the boy's neck, trying to imagine the beautiful tones his melodious cries will reach when he breaks his bones and deeply cuts at the base of his tail. He salivates as he slowly reaches for the emergency syringe in the pocket of his leather jacket, a highly diluted homemade distillate of stramonium dose that he keeps in case he needs to tranquilize someone and run away. He swallows saliva and pretends that something falls out of his pocket so he has a pretext to look around and see if anyone is nearby, but the abnormally long alley is still as lonely as it was at the beginning. 

He picks up his pace, the softness of his feetpaws almost completely silencing each step. He quickly wraps his arm around the boy's neck to choke him and leave him without air, his attempts to scream silenced by the lack of it and suddenly stopped by a sting on his arm, a silence greater than the initial one takes place and his body relaxes. The young dragon lets go of his neck and takes his hand, guiding his awkward walk as he puts away the syringe with still 3 quarters of its contents and covers the boy with his leather jacket. The poor guy starts sweating from the heat of the sun, the effects of the drug and having the huge black jacket on, which makes him look in bad shape.

- If they ask, I am your half-brother and you feel bad, understand?

The marsupial nods his head, after which the adult interrogates him to get information and make his story more credible. The little boy's name is Rafaél, 12 years old, an only child, he likes birria and the color blue, he plays soccer, wants to be a systems engineer...

After walking for a long while they reach a small, poor neighborhood, almost in ruins and with a bad reputation. Trash and broken glass bottles in some corners make the dragon walk slowly to make sure he doesn't get hurt. Teenagers screaming in their homes while their parents beat them mercilessly for bringing the wrong brand of beer, old men harassing their granddaughters, adults prostituting their wives and offspring for some dope, and tourists and locals organizing dog or cock fights in dark alleys. The absence of children playing on the sidewalks means they are busy working in some wealthy man's room or they knew the boy was on his way. The wind blows up shredded plastic bags and some dirt, the air perfumed by the scent of gasoline, solvents and lighter fluid gives a warm welcome to the reptile and its prey. At the same time, the warm light of the sunset ends up giving the boy a heatstroke. 

The dragon takes him by the arm and drags him down the street until he reaches a motel, the owner knows perfectly well what people do in her establishment and couldn't care less as long as they pay her on time. The untidy corridors of the place caress the exposed wounds on Rafael's legs, who barely complains about the shards of glass and garbage that have scratched his skin on his journey through the streets to the motel entrance. They arrive in an almost empty room where the dragon injects a small amount of the syringe’s remains into Rafael's ass, who is then slowly undressed by the predator. His claws delicately caressing the possum's sides and lower back while strands of saliva drip down the back of his neck. The young man's dick, covered by his jeans and underwear, is positioned in the middle of his victim's backside. Strong heartbeats and rapid breathing indicate that the dragon will not be able to resist his need for long, but he knows that if he waits a little longer he will be able to truly give free rein to his needs.

-	C’mon bro, just a taste.
-	I thought you were against taking the child in the first place.
-	But we have to take advantage of it now that it is here.
-	...
-	Come on, he's too stoned to remember what we're going to do now.
-	And I think I really need to calm this thing down, or we'll have trouble driving home.
-	So you agree?
-	But what if we get too carried away and it ends up broken?
-	Have a little faith man, go easy and I'll guide you.
-	... And how will you do that? You are a voice in my head.
-	Trust me, dammit!

The dragon, trembling, begins to undress awkwardly and slowly. His sleeveless shirt is roughly unbuttoned by his hands, covered in soft dark gray fur on the back and a lighter, much shorter one and hovering pads in the palm of his hand. His white shirt touches the floor before he unbuttons his beige pants and drops them, looking longingly at the bulge in his crotch. His nearly 12 inch member has drawn so much pre in the last few seconds since he touched the collar of his shirt to begin undressing that the figure and color of his flesh can be seen through the fabric of his light blue briefs. 

-	Fuck...
-	 When was the last time a guy put us like this?
-	I think 3 months ago.

His claws begin to rip the fabric of his underwear without his consent, leaving his crotch exposed next to the sack hanging below him, softened by the heat of the moment ... and of the place.

-	Yeah, uh... sorry, I got carried away.
-	They were my favorites.
-	Why would you have favorite underwear? There's nothing special about them.
-	Who are you to know that?

After a silence in which he looked straight into nothingness, as if someone was in front of him, he began to laugh along with the voice. The sensation of a pat on his shoulder and a small push lead him towards the boy, who lies uncomfy and face down on an old bed, drooling on it due to the little control the stramonium distillate left on his body. The reptile kneels with his legs next to the boy's and his pelvis on the boy's butt, trying not to drop his full weight on him so as not to ruin his new toy too soon.

With one hand he places his phallus between the boy's thighs carefully, the shiny black color from the pre standing out against the little boy's pearl gray fur, his knot too big to enter without killing Rafaél. He drops strands of saliva uncontrollably over his part, lubricating just enough not to cause trouble. Arms that aren't there make the teen feel a hug on his hips as they caress his belly and groin with their hands, exalting him and making him blush enough for this to be visible through the dark fur on his face. His member throbbing over the entrance of the marsupial, whose eyes fill with tears knowing that he can't even try anything to prevent what is about to happen, helpless and unable to do anything but emit slight sobs and cry as he trembles slightly in an attempt to regain control over himself.

-	Relax Rafa... This is NOTHING compared to what you’ll feel tomorrow. Believe me, I will be very gentle as long as I can fully enjoy all the pain you will feel later if I let you live today.

The tlacuache's breath hitches with each cry and attempt to free himself, barely managing to move a few millimeters in his struggle. The whimpers vaguely increase in volume as the rapist above him begins to thrust inside the poor boy, yet his face pressed against the dusty, rusty bed shows with brutal precision the pain his tiny entrance is suffering. His breathing is cut off with each thrust the adult delivers against him, tears well up in his eyes reddened by agony and the dragon sweetly moans of pleasure to the rhythm of his hips. The sensation of the phantom hands returns pressing gently and firmly on the boy's shoulders to indicate that he should lessen his strength, a muzzle that is not there begins to caress and kiss his neck lovingly.

-	C-Carajo... 
-	It's good, isn't it?
-	Quite.
After a few more seconds, the tension becomes enough to make the kidnapper finish inside the marsupial. The pleasure makes his body tremble and his instincts force him to continue ramming despite having already finished, overstimulating his member and making him fall panting on one of the little one's arms, fracturing it by accident.

-	Fuck!
-	Shit, I told you to be careful!
-	Shut up, you said you'd make sure this didn't happen.
-	Wey, even you can't keep yourself from falling.
-	So what are you complaining about?
-	.... Fuck off.

They both turn to look at Rafa and notice the silent scream he is stuck in, making his abusers laugh. The dragon prepares to sleep in the company of the tormented child, licking the tears on his cheeks in an almost loving way with the intention that the clash between the pain and the displays of affection will make the poor little boy suffer even more. His tail intertwines with the tlacuache's and caresses Rafael's fractured arm, making some pressure and massaging gently, the pain is so intense that he lets out some screams and rivers of tears even if drugged.

-	I love this child.
-	It is a pity that tomorrow is his last day.
-	Although it shouldn't have to be the last one, we can keep the funny little screaming machine.
-	... Nah, he's not the right one.
-	If you say so.

The night passes and the dragon wakes up with a sobbing boy in his arms, still tripping balls and too sore to be able to get some rest. The effect of the stramonium is slowly wearing off and the boy regains some mobility with it, trying to push away from the reptile but accidentally doing so with his bad arm, the young man quickly realizes this and closes the marsupial's snout to prevent its high-pitched scream from disturbing the rest of the clients in the place, sighing once it stops.

The abuser takes his clothes and begins to dress himself and the boy, who can barely show any resistance. It is 8:33 AM and the black leather jacket stands out slightly on the bare arms of the dragon, who is carrying his victim to a black van in the parking lot of the place. The sun reflects strongly off the colorful shards of broken bottles on the blazing asphalt, mercilessly hitting the pup's sensitive eyes. The few trees on site have very few leaves and provide no shade, so the inside of the van is as hot as hell itself. The vehicle's internal thermometer reads 87.8° fahrenheit, which is highly unusual for the state they are in.

The opossum is the first to enter the car, hissing and complaining about the temperature, something that doesn't seem to bother the dragon. He originally lived in northern Mexico in an extremely hot desert, but moved to find victims in more populated areas.

The van moves along the roads, making a few turns to make sure no one is following them. Regional music and a Sinaloan band play loudly inside the cab and incite the dragon to sing along happily to make the 7-hour drive to the shores of a coastal state with very uninhabited areas where the young man's lair is located more tolerable. The desolate landscape full of somewhat dry grasslands and almost deserted areas cause a bit of nostalgia in the teenager, who completely ignores the sobs of the boy tied by hands, feet and with his mouth covered with duct tape next to one of the speakers in the back of the van. The tinted glass of the windows has kept the rapist's prey hidden, reflecting the trees and crops along the roadside. The driver would like to stop for a moment in the colorful squares of the towns they cross, or rest for a moment in the quiet mountains cut perfectly in half by the passage of the highway, hidden by man-made ravines. But it would be too risky and he prefers to do it accompanied even if the voice in his head is already with him, so he will wait for a victim he does not want to kill, a victim who manages to love him even if his hands are dripping with the blood of dozens of previous prey who did not know how to please him. He does not want one last great adventure, he wants an accomplice with whom he can share his next great hunt... 

And after getting lost in a cloud of thoughts, he manages to notice that they have already reached the almost abandoned village where he lives, a house that he will not share with anyone for a long time, a slaughterhouse where only he can stay alive. Even knowing this, he decides to continue and enjoy his bachelorhood, for he will only be able to find a hunting companion if he continues to hunt.

Exhausted, he sighs and gets out of the truck, resting for a moment leaning against it. This is that moment when the joy of the pain he will cause invades him, making him forget the sadness of being alone in this godforsaken town. He enters the house and opens the refrigerator to take out a large bottle of beer which he empties halfway in one gulp, after which he awkwardly walks to the back of the SUV to carry the boy down as easily as if he was carrying a water can. He kicks the hot metal of the door with his bare paw and slams it shut, the noise of which wakes the almost sober marsupial, who starts kicking and trying to scream for help.

-	Fucking hell, we just got here and he's already crying.
-	I thought you liked it when they did that.
-	Only when I give them a reason to do so.
-	You drugged, kidnapped, raped, and tortured him. Isn't that enough?
-	Nope.
-	Huh... ok.

Taking another swig from the bottle, he closes another door and is greeted by a large room with cement floor and walls, both stained with dried blood. Knives and whips hang on the right wall next to a St. Andrew's cross with chains and handcuffs and in front of these is a small refrigerator with even more beer and a few other alcoholic beverages, next to it and behind a pillar in the middle of the room are some leg spreaders and humblers on shelves with several dildos of various shapes. Rafael is violently thrown onto the bed, gazing in astonishment at the stains of small bloody hands beside the headboard and on the wall, hands even smaller than his own.

-	Looks like you've seen my memory wall. Do you like it?
-	... Why?
-	Does it matter? I just want to have fun, kid.
-	I will tell someone.
-	I want to see you try.

After taking a knife, the dragon cuts the ropes binding the boy, who instinctively holds his ankles and wrists, they are bleeding slightly because of how tight the ropes were and they hurt quite a bit. The reptile removes his jacket from the boy and begins to quickly cut off his clothes, after which he removes his own. The opossum assumes a fetal position and tries to cover itself with its tail, which is quite annoying to the dragon.

-	Well... I don't usually say it because it's too pathetic, but my name is Arepo Manzano, in case you manage to escape. - Says the young man in a mocking tone that Rafa can't understand, thinking that he really has a chance to run away.

Arepo puts the knife in place and jumps onto the bed to attack the boy, biting his neck and grabbing his arms, digging his claws into them and making them bleed. Rafa's sweet cries show his pain as he feels the hunter's claws on his fractured arm, he ends up tearing his wounds as he tries to free himself from his captor's grip, which exerts so much pressure that he ends up breaking the boy's bad arm with only one hand. Rafael kicks the teenager and desperately bites the rapist's forearm, making him even angrier and being thrown to the ground. Arepo enters in an almost wild state in search of satiating his need, with his full member showing he jumps from the bed to the floor in front of Rafa, on all fours and looking at his victim with rage and desire without caring about the blood dripping from the bite the boy just gave him. He pounces on top of him and as soon as he gets up he begins to violently hit the head and belly of the tlacuache, salivating over him after leaving him almost unconscious and snatching a tooth with a blow.

Arepo recovers some calm, getting up and dragging the boy from his broken arm, he lifts him from it making him scream loudly and laughs to see him sobbing. He ties him to the pillar using the opossum's pieces of clothing and caresses his back, the boy begins to beg and apologize, but all he receives in response are cuts at the base of his tail. The reptile knows that this is a very sensitive area, so he decides to punish his guest by giving deep cuts one after another, filling it with blood while the room is flooded with Rafa's screams. The dragon likes this, but for the moment he decides he's had enough and takes his briefs to keep the boy's mouth closed, also taking the opportunity to cover his eyes with another piece of cloth to make sure he focuses more on feeling the cuts. Arepo resumes his place and begins to use his own claws to tear at his tail, inserting them into the bleeding and freshly opened wounds and then twisting a bit to damage him from the inside. Pre begins to spurt from his member, so hard that it hurts, but Manzano still wants to do other things before moving on to the main event.

Once again Rafa begins to plead, this time with more intensity so that his words can be heard a little better despite having his muzzle closed with the dragon's sweaty briefs, but the blows he receives on his back by a cat o' nine tails with tiny spikes on the tips silence his cries. Shaped like claws, the spikes bury themselves in the boy's skin and with a tug from Arepo begin to tear part of the boy. The dragon laughs a little and begins to insult the boy by calling him a slut after noticing an erection on the boy, as apparently the intense smell of his sweaty briefs after driving in the sun was enough to make his little member stimulate even with all the pain. The hunter switches to another whip and decides to strike arms and legs this time, occasionally targeting the back to make sure it still hurts and cause as much damage as he can. The whip lands on the cub's hands again and again, eventually breaking them, his feet covered with blood from his legs after an intense beating session that lasted several minutes, open wounds that are aggravated by more blows from the cat ‘o nine tails. The boy's trembling torso is gently caressed by Arepo and affectionate words try to soothe his suffering only to intensify it once they are interrupted by more blows from the cat, which end up tearing part of the bones in his back.

Arepo sighs, his arms sore from using the whip so long and his erection beginning to diminish from exhaustion. He takes some beer from the bottle and empties some of it over the wounds on the boy's tail and back, who writhes in pain and wets the cloth in his eyes with tears. The young man, already drunk enough to commit stupid things, decides to also use the beer as lubricant.

-	What the fuck are you doing, you bastard!
-	Have fun, duh~
-	Not like this, idiot.
-	Shut up.
-	Wey.
-	PUTA MADRE IT BURNS.
-	What did I tell you?

The burning feeling on his cock ends up making him regain his erection, some tears appear in his eyes and he lets out a silly ranchero scream before shoving everything but his knot into the boy's anus, ramming hard with a warm sensation in his crotch. Rafael has screamed so much that not only does it hurt to keep doing it, but his throat is hurt enough to make him start coughing up blood. Arepo is so tense that he ends up cumming on the boy in less than two minutes, biting his neck and pulling a little.

-	Fuck...

He unties the boy and drops him on the ground, barely able to move his limbs including his tail, which Manzano pulls to carry him to the cross and chain him with his back to the wall. His hands and arm are so damaged that they can't support their own weight, causing the handcuffs to slip and painfully release him, so he decides to nail him to the wood with knives in order to continue the fun. The boy can barely feel his hands.

Manzano takes a pear of anguish and inserts it with some difficulty into the entrance of the tlacuache, regretting not having done it before tying him up. Arepo's erection begins to return as he expands the pear inside the boy by turning the screw on it, Rafa sobs and the blindfold on his eyes drips tears as he feels his insides expand once more to give way to the device with spines on its surface sharp enough to wedge firmly into the puppy's anus, who screams non-stop even with his damaged throat. Arepo keeps turning the screw until the device reaches its limit, expanding so much that the little guy's pelvis begins to fracture in a way that can be heard even with the screams. He takes a 30 cm dildo shaped like a cat's dick from the wall and quickly inserts it into Rafa's snout after removing his underwear, immediately placing his underwear back on his snout, then returns to his place on the floor and begins to move the pear in and out as much as he can, fracturing more and making deep cuts inside as he turns the whole pear so that he can rip more.

-	If you keep this up he's going to pass out from blood loss. Do something else.
-	But you never let me finish doing this!
-	It's not my fault that you overdo all your prey.
-	Whatevs...

Somewhat annoyed, Arepo gives a strong kick to his victim's crotch and removes the pear to let out a stream of blood from between Rafa's trembling legs after removing the dildo from his throat. Rafael coughs blood and drops to the ground as soon as the knives are removed from his hands, receiving kicks from the dragon, who turns him face up so he can place his soft barefoot paw on the tlacuache's chest. He increases the pressure and rests more of his own weight slowly, letting the marsupial scream while blood drips from his mouth and he feels his ribs slowly surrender to the reptile's foot, cracking one after another with a beautiful noise that ends up thrilling the young man. 

Arepo takes a big swig from another bottle of beer and moves his paw from the brat's chest to his crotch, feeling his balls delicately with his toes and dropping some of his weight on them, they are so swollen from the blow Arepo just gave them that together they are the size of a baseball despite the boy's age. Manzano uses his claws and scratches rafa's crotch and groin and then bends down to lick the blood that drips from these wounds. Happily waving his tail so hard that he breaks the bottle.

-	Oh... shit.
-	We still have about 20 more, don't we?
-	I think so...

Having broken the bottle makes Arepo stop acting so wild, but only for a moment. The smell and taste of young blood thrills him enough to bring him back to that state almost completely.

-	Let me help you gentleman~

The other guy caresses Manzano's hips and waist, making him gasp as he carries the possum onto the bed, dropping him carelessly and causing several of his organs to be pierced with pieces of his ribs. Arepo's throbbing penis once again presses against Rafa's anus, making him tremble with fear despite being almost dead.

-	What's wrong kid? I thought you were going to tell someone about me~
-	Haha, low blow.

The dragon slowly thrusts his member inside the boy's broken interior, making him cry and bleed again, he caresses his wounded belly and pinches his nipples gently. Manzano feels his friend's caressing his back and tail, kissing and playfully biting on his neck while he takes the boy's balls and squeezes hard, the pain is so much that he has to put his hands on Rafa's knees and lean his weight on them to open his legs wider and break them so he stops kicking. 

The pain of a broken femur is immense and should have made the marsupial faint immediately, and it did, but his testicles were scratched and pressed hard enough to wake him up. He tries to stop the blood coming out of his throat from screaming by using his broken hands, only causing more pain and making him mark one of them on the "wall of memories".

He starts ramming hard after putting Rafa's legs on his shoulders to let them rest there, this time placing his weight on the boy's shoulders to have a better support and be able to get his big knot in, something that ends up breaking the prey's pelvis and leaves him convulsing from the waist down. Arepo ends up cumming inside the boy, thrusting his member in and out over and over again while trying to howl as he feels the kid’s insides twitch and massage every inch of his aching cock, smiling in a silly way and panting with his tongue out while salivating on the little boy.

Manzano still can't get enough, lifting the boy up to lie down on the bed and place the lil’ guy on top of him, ramming his knot in and out over and over again. His prey is now paralyzed on half of his body but still ends up cumming and decorating with white the wounds on his still bleeding chest, the young man looks at this with tenderness and smiles as he hugs the boy with an enormous force, making him spit blood and causing a piece of bone to pierce his heart.

-	I love you Rafa.
-	He is already dead, genius.
-	I know.
-	... How was it?
-	Beautiful.

He ends up cumming a second time, the puppy's anus dripping a mixture of red and white onto Arepo's balls, who will surely use the boy several more times during the rest of the day before leaving him lying in some field for the birds to eat. His libido is so high that he doesn't even remember that he hasn't eaten anything in two days... until now.

-	Man, I'm hungry...
-	I think I have an idea.

Pulling out his knot, he walks awkwardly with trembling knees and lifts the legs of the now dead Rafa, looking at his testicles and slowly slipping them into his muzzle. He begins to massage with his tongue as he caresses the boy's wounds, as if he wanted to calm the pain he made him feel and wished the little boy could enjoy himself this time. He begins to pull his balls playfully, closing his eyes and taking a few naughty bites before taking a strong one to open the boy's sack, after which he bites one of the tasty treats slowly but forcefully and lets it burst inside his mouth. 

-	I love this.
-	Don't talk with your mouth full.

End.