Big Bone
Following on from Rent Money we find the purple husky dealing with the aftermath of his experience selling his body. But what happens next will make things far worse than he could have ever anticipated.
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BIG BONE
by Iscin
This is a work of erotic fiction.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
All characters portrayed within are 18 years of age or over.
Characters © Their Players.
All rights reserved © 2016.
CHAPTER ONE
One Week Later
A week has passed since Yash's encounter with the ankylosaur. Just as was agreed upon in the contract his payment was transferred the very next day. Everything was facilitated by Black Roses and kept as confidential as is mortally possible. Since then, and apart from a couple of wet dreams, the canine has had an uneventful week. Work was dull, friends were unsuspecting and after finally reaching the weekend he is now spending time with his much beloved boyfriend; who is also clueless as to what Yash has had to do so as he could make ends meet this month.
'So then I told him about the other one I had under the table and the look on his face!' Yash's significant other says as the climax of his anecdote
The story is one that Yash has heard before. Yash is slumping over the table, drifting in and out of being aware of his surroundings, including his boyfriend's lacklustre oratorical skills. It might be the alcohol, or the fatigue from work, but he is unable to bring himself to feign interest right now. His thoughts are taking him back to that fateful evening at The White Rose and what the future may hold.
There were no messages, either from the ankylosaur or the facilitator. Anonymity is not the only thing that Black Roses provides. By the rules of their service and the contract that was signed it is the person offering their body who has to initiate contact. Strangers and even returning customers are not able to contact someone from their profile. Any attempts to circumvent this are swiftly punished by total exclusion from the service. It is a one way street and the husky is still not sure if he wants to continue down that path. His eyes must be glazing over now as his partner slams a fist down shaking Yash out of his thoughts.
'What?' The dog asks, his ears splaying as he readies the puppy eyes.
'Are you even listening?' His boyfriend fumes at him.
'Sorry, yes, sorry.' Yash sputters, shaking his head as if trying to shake those thoughts away.
'What's up with you?' There is both concern and annoyance in his tone of voice there.
'Nothing, really it's nothing. I'm just tired. It's not you.' Yash quickly makes his excuses with a weak and apologetic smile.
Yash's lover sighs, looks at the empty glasses before saying that he is going to use the restroom. Before he walks off he tells the lavender husky that he needs to think about what he really wants before leaving the dog alone with his thoughts. Something tightens in the pit of Yash's stomach as he sits opposite an empty chair and stews in a cacophony of irregular and conflicting thoughts. Tonight was supposed to have been a fun night out, a way to catch up, relax and maybe get a little fun. But, it feels more like he has been tainted by something and he is uncertain what it is.
He broods a little, wondering what is taking his significant other so long and thinks about chasing after him. However, his phone suddenly starts to vibrate in his pocket. Relieved to be distracted from this awkward situation the canine quickly takes out his phone and sees a withheld number. He frowns at it before accepting the call and holding the candy bar shaped device up to the side of his face and pointy ear. The voice that comes from the other end of the call shocks the dog, straightening his back and snapping his eyes wide open as if standing to attention.
'It's me, again. I know this isn't right, it's not supposed to be done this way but... I'd like you to come see me again.' It is the ankylosaur's deep, oddly reassuring and dulcet tone on the other end.
'H-How-' Yash begins to speak, hunching over the table all conspiratorial like.
'Did I get your number? The better question is how do I know what restaurant you're at right now.' He pauses, letting that sink in before continuing. 'If you're interested just step outside and climb in. All expenses paid.'
Before Yash can give any vocal response the call ends. He blinks, puts the phone down from his face and shivers. In any other case this situation would be too creepy to consider. But Yash knows the kind of being he is dealing with. Part of him hates that he ever made contact, ever made that damn profile and got involved in this seedy part of society. But, there is another, more exotic part of himself that is intrigued, even excited by what has only just begun.
Though his head is swimming in intoxicants, the husky makes his choice as he gets up on slightly shaky legs. Yash makes a slightly less than straight path through the restaurant and to the exit. Judging eyes watch his meandering path until the husky leaves, tail between his legs, passed the doors and starts negotiating his way down the short row of steps onto street level. Before he even reaches the bottom Yash notices a car pulling up, its driver looking at him expectantly.
'I guess that's my ride.' Yash mutters.
His driver says nothing at all on the journey. In fact he barely even looks at the husky. Yash might find that kind of creepy, if not for the butterflies already in his stomach. Everything from apprehension about what the big saurian is likely going to ask of him this time through to the guilt of abandoning his boyfriend is really getting to him. But, even with the twin worries of fear and guilt, he is still excited, even looking forward to what comes next as the car pulls up at their destination.
'This is it.' The driver speaks for the first, last and only time as he opens the door's electronic lock.
'Thanks.' Yash mumbles, already fumbling with the lock and getting out of the car with shaky knees.
No sooner is the door shut that the car pulls out and drives off. He is leaving Yash here at the precipice of two large gates leading up to what from a distance looks like a moderately sized estate. This is too disconnected to be another property of the Black Roses group. It must be private property, that of the dinosaur's. Although the sun has already set the canine's sharp eyes grant him enough vision to clearly see some of the more impressive architecture of the main building and its accompanying retinue extending out to the gardens.
'I could still just go back.' Yash tells himself. 'I don't need to go any further.'
His phone vibrates again.
'I'm waiting.'
'Good evening, sir.' A smartly dressed feline greets Yash at the ankylosaur's doorstep. 'Please follow me.'
The cat beckons the canine to step inside, and he does. Iscin's home is even more tremendous on the inside than the outside. Up above the ceiling must be almost thirty feet high and Yash is getting vertigo just be looking up at it. He feels a little like Jack from the fable of Jack and the Beanstalk. Hopefully there will not be any angry giant looking to squish him underfoot. Yash jumps a little as the door is shut behind him and the servant once more solicits to be followed.
There are many rooms, and many hallways connecting those rooms. As he follows the feline Yash is getting a tour around maybe a third of the ground floor. Wealth from the old families is only matched, or outdone, by the heirlooms and artefacts which have also been handed down. Back before the sudden uplifting of the mammals, it was the reptiles who ruled the world and built all of the wonders of the previous ages. Of course, now they are by far outnumbered by even a single mammalian species like the canines. But, through strength and wealth most of them secured comfortable living for themselves and their descendants.
It is almost enough for Yash to dwell on what little he knows of history whilst gawking at one relic to the next in order to take his mind off of the situation. What will he do when he meets the ankylosaur again? And more importantly, what does the big guy want of him? Their previous encounter was brief and intense, but devoid of anything that would really tax the husky. Consideration for the sake of the roof they were under, or genuine concern for injuring the dog? Here and now there are no checks and that is beginning to truly frighten him.
'Here, in the study.' His guide says as they reach a gigantic wooden door. Only now does Yash notice the spring coils that must provide added potential energy to help the cat open and shut such tall and heavy doors.
CHAPTER TWO
Stiff Drink
Alcohol is in his bloodstream is starting to subside. But even if he were still feeling its full effects the canine would still be snapped to full alertness by the sight of his patron. The gigantic anthropomorphic ankylosaur he only knows as Iscin is either used to remaining undressed in the privacy of his own home or has deliberately discarded such trappings shortly before the dog's arrival. Ether way it is quite a sight as Yash steps inside and he notices a very naked rear view of the reptile whilst facing a bookshelf.
'Ahem.' Yash clears his throat, averting his eyes whilst blushing underneath his fur.
Once again the cat closes a door behind of the dog. That, it would seem, is what now draws the massive man's attention. He turns, looking over his right shoulder, a single eye fixing upon Yash before the rest of his head and body turns around. It is impossible to stare at that long and gratuitous slab of meat as it smacks gently between the reptile's scaly legs, accompanied by a pendulous set of testicles, too big to hold in a single paw.
'I am happy you came.' Iscin says with a chipper smile.
'Y-Yeah, of course.' Yash mumbles, still transfixed.
'You know you don't need to just look,' he says whilst beginning to advance on the frozen smaller man. 'I didn't invite you just to stare.'
Heart palpitations are starting as Yash feels his back against the door. The dinosaur just continues advancing, unashamed of the dog staring at his swinging meat sword. Try as he might, the dog is simply subconsciously unwilling to takes his eyes off of it. That is to say nothing of his imagination running wild with ideas and visions of the many, many things he can do with it.
A shadow is cast upon the husky as the ankylosaur stops, a mere two feet away. He can feel the body heat coming off of the naked saurian and the smell is just as noticeable. Has he even washed? The musk, the sight and the heat are all resulting in Yash losing control of his own male-hood. His designer jeans which he wore to go out with his boyfriend are not holding up very well now.
'Well?' The big man says.
'Y-Y-Yes?' Yash asks, his head on a near perfect level with the reptile's crotch, still unwilling to look up.
'Here, let me help you.' Iscin grumbles.
Yash can hear so much as feel the ankylosaur's hand dart towards and behind his head. Claws grip into the back of his furry as his ears reflexively lay flat, a feeble whimper on his lips. Although his mind is frozen, his body is still fluid enough to follow the dinosaur's physical coercion. The dog stumbles forwards until the end of his snout makes contact with that leviathan of dino dick. He whimpers again, swallowing hard as his green nose fills with the scent of a very large, very virile male directly in front of him.
'Start.' The ankylosaur booms.
There is no more freedom of choice now. He made his decision by coming here. And now that he is within the dinosaur's grasp, the husky no longer feels so averse to open his mouth and rolling his tongue out against the scaly schlong between his legs. It tastes even better than it smells, so he licks again. Longer, more lavishing attention is slowly inculcated from the dog as his tail begins to wag and he lifts his paws up to nurse the dinosaur's aching loins. It will take another minute at least for him to work over every inch of the reptile's cock. Yet even now it is already twitching into life, swelling longer and thicker.
With each lick, the dinosaur grows increasingly more aroused. His rumbling vibrates through the floor and reminds Yash of the scale of things here. Not that he requires any reminding as he starts to move his head on its own, working his way in and around the dinosaur's gentles. His soft dark fur tickling the larger man's sensitive flesh as those paws move from rubbing the burdened family jewels to help lift up the ankylosaur's still waking python.
'Good doggy, you're not so shy now are you?' Iscin comments, a wry smile on his face whilst stroking the dog's pointy ears.
"Doggy" is too busy nuzzling into, licking and sucking on the dinosaur's genitals to really reply; though his tail is wagging something fierce. He starts slurping the underside of the saurian sausage as it rises up, throbbing hard at full mast. Pre-ejaculate is beginning to mix with the canine's saliva, dribbling down like nectar from the gods. Yash partakes, again and again, swallowing as much as drooling now. No longer giving attention to the ankylosaur's testicles, the husky is now using both of his hands to squeeze around the reptile's fat phallus. He woofs at the pulsating organ, giving tribute with his tongue as his fingers and thumb struggle to reach around and meet each other.
Iscin groans and rolls his head around whilst petting the dog worshipping his staff. His body feels so pent up, not just his loins but the rest of him right down to the very bones his humungous frame sits upon. From his pectorals to his thighs the dinosaur can feel his muscles ripple as they twitch and flex with involuntary agitation. He needs to release some of that energy and now that the dog has gone past the point of his timidness, it is finally time to move on with the show and get what the Black Roses would never have entertained.
'That's enough now,' The ankylosaur booms, 'get up and strip.'
Yash whines as he is forcibly shoved back, away from the incredibly male-hood he was macking on. It is still throbbing and spitting. The dark grooves in its scaly flesh look as though they are struggling to contain it from bursting, like some sort of organic cockring. However, the husky knows better than to push his luck and pounce upon the dinosaur who is now backing up whilst nursing his raging erection.
'Yes, sir.' He replies meekly and starts to take off his clothes.
Just as before the husky undresses for the perverted larger male. There is a lot of relief in getting his designer jeans off now, as his bright blue coloured doggy dick has been struggling down one of his pant legs. It takes only a minute for the dog to hurriedly discard all of his clothes. Leaving them crumpled on the floor by the door. His lithe black and purple furry body lightens the dinosaur's cool blue eyes as he commands the canine to approach.
His personality is almost completely different from what it was moments ago. Bare and exposed, both males with heaving erections, Yash swaggers his hips from side to side as he is now the one advancing. There is something liberating about knowing that this tall and strong man finds him so attractive. It makes the husky feel powerful, as if anything he now asks would be granted by the ankylosaur. Any price, any action, just for the chance to get his hands on that tight little body.
'Same as before?' Yash asks as he reaches out and pats the oozing head of the dino dick in front of him. It spits and jumps a little at his touch.
'No, this time you're going to lift your tail for me.' Iscin says matter of factly whilst watching for the dog's reaction.
Shit. This is not what Yash had been expecting. It goes without saying that the difference in scale alone is at best difficult, at worst impossible, to overcome. Of course, there is the adventure and the deep rooted desire to know what such a thing would feel like. Maybe he will try it, just to see if it is even possible. But, for something like this, and considering how loose he will become after the fact, Yash will expect more; far more than before.
'Triple.' Yash says.
'Fine, now c'mere.' Iscin thunders as he reaches down and grabs the husky.
The dog barks and yells out in surprise as he is hoisted clear off his paws and carried underarm out of the study and into the hallway. He catches sight of the feline house servant as he is carried off and up a flight of stairs made for one such as the dinosaur. Nevertheless, they creak underfoot as he ascends them, keeping a firm grip on the squiring canine as he goes straight for the only place fitting for what it is about to occur to this poor little dog; an ankylosaur's bedroom.
Yash is not so much thrown as he is sort of tossed over onto the dinosaur's impressive bed. He lands face first and sort of slides along the duvet sheet until slowing to a stop a mere foot from the bed board. Looking back he sees the still aroused reptile walk over to a dresser and opens one of its drawers. From it, he procures a small vile and informs the exposed canine that this will help him stretch like he has never stretched before.
Naturally the dog whimpers, his eyes once more laid back as his tail hangs low, ducking between his buttocks and covering his sphincter. The dinosaur laughs at this before now climbing up onto of the mattress. A hand grabs one of the canine's paws and pulls, effortlessly yanking the dog back over the covers until his legs are brushing up against the saurian. Thanks to his fur there is no burning, but he still feels a little shaken being thrown around effortlessly like some action figure.
'Lift your tail, puppy.' The increasingly aggressive reptile commands.
The husky does as he is told, equal parts aroused and terrified by what he has gotten himself into, and what is going to get into him. He wishes things would slow back down but he knows that the train is out of control now. Iscin growls at the sight of the dog lifting his tail, exposing that tight crescent made by his firm buttocks and that winning rectum at the base of his fluffy bush. Before using whatever is inside of the phial the saurian helps himself to a little oral action.
A squelched yelp escapes the dog's muzzle as he feels the big man's scaly face press against his ass. Strong, robust fingers spread him out as the herbivore's tongue thrusts between them and presses hard against his surprised sphincter. His canine cock throbs as that massive tongue navigates the circumference before pressing in harder, forcing itself inside. Yash gasps, moans and trembles as his buttocks try to clench around the invading tongue.
'Fuck, why is your tongue so big too?' Yash says rhetorically whilst trying not to gnash on his own teeth.
Mercy is dispensed as the dinosaur retreats. A relatively light smack on one of his cheeks leaves the husky blushing harder than ever, his ears submissively low whilst his tail is still hiked, begging for more. It does not help that he can feel the other man's tremendous hole-resizer whilst it sits against his paws and thighs. The husky's toes wiggle as he tries to spread his legs further back, reaching for the dinosaur's balls.
'Tut, tut, have some patience.' Iscin admonishes whilst finally getting the phial.
Iscin uses one hand to pull back one of the dog's rear end cheeks whilst the other pours out a colourless, odourless liquid from the phial. At the moment of contact with the dog's fur and flesh, he feels a burning sensation. It is intense and makes him bark in panic. His body wants to recoil from it but the huge male keeps him pinned down where he is on the mattress whilst emptying the rest of the phial's contents. He follows it up by massaging Yash's buttocks, making sure that the strange liquid gets everywhere down his ass crack. Next, he takes a single digit and pokes at the dog's orifice, ensuring that there is complete saturation without and within.
'What is that stuff?' Yash whimpers.
'You'll find out very soon.' Iscin replies menacingly.
Logically only one thing can be coming next. By any god that will listen to him Yash prays that stuff was some kind of miracle drug or at least local anaesthetic as he now feels the dinosaur climbing over on all fours. That colossal cock of his drags across the sheets and between the dog's legs before poking up against his pert little bum. The scale of is it ridiculous, too large to even contemplate ironically hotdogging the husky, let alone actually giving him anal sex. It is all that the mammal can do to close his eyes and brace himself.
Whatever that liquid stuff is that's been spread across his anus, it is definitely not doing anything to numb his feelings. Yash can feel everything as the ankylosaur lets his muscular bodyweight do all of the work. His ass cheeks are cracked open at impossible angles. As for his anus, the less he dwells thinking about how that is being quite literally resized the better. But, amazingly it is not all that painful. And even more incredibly he has not yet suffered some horrible paralysis from the waist down.
Yash tries to look back, but all he can see is a wall of scale and muscular looming over him. The dinosaur rumbles in a deep, guttural moan as he feels what must surely be an impossible fit over his dangerously oversized dick. None of this should be working the way it is and yet he is slowly inserting inch after inch of a penis that is thicker than the heavy end of a baseball bat into the crouching canine. All he wants to do is keep going and see just how much more he can cram inside until he hears a satisfying howl and that is exactly what he does!
Trapped and speared, the canine can do nothing but whimper and shudder. He occasionally manages to get enough air back in his lungs to howl out in some confused state of pain and pleasure. It sounds impossible, and maybe that is the point, but he swears that the dinosaur is poking at his chest with that ridged rod of his. Time seems to slow down as the energy os drained from him and the husky becomes a drooling mess on the ankylosaur's bed. There is not even enough energy left to wag his tail he his eyes rolls back in his head and he undergoes something like an orgasm devoid of any ejaculation.
One last push has almost the entire thing lodged deep inside of the husky's insanely stretched orifice. Iscin's scaly sac bounces gently against the prone dog as Yash continues to practically convulse from one orgasm to the next. His prostate feels like it is on fire and from that fire the rest of his body is burning up. However, this is only the opening act as after a little grinding the ankylosaur begins pulling back out.
'FUCK!' Yash screams as he feels the ridges slide around inside of him and something from within us unlocked.
Pressure is released in the form of long and sticky streams of canine semen jetting out from the dog's brightly coloured cock. He whimpers as his claws tear into the soft fabric beneath him. But the dinosaur does not seem to notice nor care as he pulls back to a point before now slamming himself back inside. The second time is somehow worse than the first, probably due to the speed and the impact of those large pendulous nuts slamming back down against Yash's buttocks and thighs.
'Hold on to something.' Iscin grunts as he starts to really lay into the little guy.
Inevitably this does not feel quite like true intercourse for the dinosaur. As he holds the dog in place and swings his hips back and forth it is much more accurate to say that he is simply using the canine. Without words or even much in the way of action, the dog has become that which apart of him truly wanted. He is a toy, a plaything and right now he is simply being used. Even his organs are being pushed aside to make way for the larger man's desires. At least they are not haemorrhaging.
The room has become saturated with the smells and sounds of sex. Pre-ejaculate from the dinosaur and ejaculate from the canine has soaked everything, especially Yash's soft fur. The canine half-howls, half-whimpers through each driven thrust. Yet for as strong as every stimulating effect is surrounding him the dog is beginning to feel numb at long last. At first, he thinks that it is the unknown lubricant wearing off. But as his vision starts growing hazier he realises that he is slipping into unconsciousness.
'H-Hey... s-stop... I...' Yash tries to get the ankylosaur's attention but before he can finish a sentence he is already going under.
Lustful passion burns behind the dinosaur's cold blue eyes. If he is aware of the dog losing consciousness he does not seem to care. He continues to pound away like a jack hammer, every fibre of his being unwilling to let up until reaching that climax. As his thrusts grow increasingly more erratic, more desperate for that sweet conclusion his strength and size begin shaking the entire room. The bed is all but jumping around whilst his legs straddle the breadth of it, keeping the dog pinned down whilst using his tail as a counterweight to help drive himself down and back up again.
With a terrible, deafening roar the reptile finally reaches his stamina's limits. Those immense and heavy balls lift up, hugging against his taint as they begin availing themselves of their hot charge. He tries to cram as much of himself inside of Yash as possible, plugging him up even as a flood pours inside of the mammal. For a brief and terrifying moment, this sudden and violent injection of viscous dinosaur essence wakes snaps Yash back into awareness.
Yash is painfully aware of his stomach being distended as he is pumped choke full of the dinosaur's virile semen. He whimpers for relief, his tail beating against the ankylosaur's crotch. Fortunately, it gets the larger man's attention and at the last moment Iscin pulls his titanic python back out of the small canine with a satisfying pop. Even so, the monster is still throbbing and spilling its load as it splashes back down across the dog's bare furry back. The pressure subsides just as quickly as it had been building, whilst the canine is now gaining layer after layer of the saurian's heavy wads of semen that soak into his fur as well as the skin underneath.
The big man shudders as he squeezes his colossal cock with both hands, squeezing out the very last drop. His scaly sac has visibly shrunk quite a ways, though still larger than the husky's is when swollen. As he lets go the floppy phallus drops with a wet smack against Yash's behind making the dog yelp in surprise, his ass now painfully sore from all of the stretching it has received, with or without whatever that magic lube was. His eyelids are already hanging heavily as the purple pup is drawn up into the reptile's arms and he pulls on top, so as to use the ankylosaur's large, toned body as a mostly dry buffer between Yash and the stained sheets.
'Thank you.' Iscin rumbles as the pair drift off into a post-coital slumber, together.
Yash comes around by kicking his legs and sitting upright. Everything hurts, in a fashion. He gives himself the once over and all of his limbs are present and working, in a fashion. What happens next is a linear process of his brain coming to terms with what his senses are telling him, one at a time. The first of which is the realisation that he is still inside of the dinosaur's bedroom and more importantly, he is laying on top of the naked reptile in question.
'Are you awake?' Yash asks as he looks back to see the head of the giant saurian behind him. 'No, I'm guessing.'
Next, the dog is reminded of what they were doing before he passed out. Two things jog his memory about that part. Everything is sticky, much it having dried but much yet still remaining in a relatively fluidic state. Naturally his sphincter, rectum, and prostate have a much more intimate memory of what happened and as the feeling is interpreted by his brain the dog hisses and shivers as he winces in response. It might be best for him not to try getting up just yet. Laying down on top of a warm dinosaur is a lot preferable to testing how his cheeks are gonna feeling whilst rubbing against one another.
However, the most telling thing of all is his belly. Distended and still radiating from the inside and out with the ankylosaur's virile seed. Yash can smell, taste and feel it all. He is saturated both within and without, making him feel weighted down as he tries to move this way and that. If he were female the dog would be looking for a morning after pill right now, interspecies or not. Just the slightest movement makes it slosh around inside of him and leaves the husky trembling with self-satisfaction.
'Good morning.' A third person, an interloper, addresses the husky off to the side.
Yash immediately reaches for one of the sheets and pulls it over both himself and the dinosaur. Embarrassed and on edge he turns to see the cat, the same servant as before, waiting by the bedroom door. He looks disinterested, but thoughts of anonymity and blackmail are already racing through the dog's furry head.
'G-Good morning.' Yash replies, wide-eyed and alert for anything.
'I told them you were alright, sir.' The servant says whilst holding up the dog's phone. 'But I did not tell them where you are or what you have been doing.'
'Oh... fuck.'
'Exactly. Try not to awake him whilst extracting yourself.'
'Oh... right.'
'I already have your clothes ready. After you shower.'
'And him?'
'He'll call you.'