Lodged

"Hello?" Styk called out in the empty ski resort, "Are you guys open? The door was unlocked so..."

Styk, a styracosaurus (a genus of the family ceratopsidae, similar to a triceratops), had made the poor decision to take the mountain pass on his drive home from an expo about 4 hours away. His hope to shave off a couple hours has turned to despair as the narrow roads were entirely blanketed in powdery snow. It was supposed to be too early in the year for freezing temperatures, but an unexpected cold front had blindsided the high mountains and the surrounding towns, and now him. It was unusual for resorts to be open during the off season, but this one was fully lit. He was hoping it was empty and someone just forgot to lock it when they left. It would technically be a crime, but he couldn't drive any farther with the sunlight all but gone. His headlights barely rose about the snow, and his tiny four-door P. O. S. could barely manage the uphill. The downhill was only a few miles ahead, and he really didn't want to leave that part of the journey to chance.

The resort lodge had the classic log-cabin façade, including a chandelier made from fake antlers and various pieces of antique skiing gear hung on the walls. The foyer wasn't huge, but without any people around to fill it, it felt cavernous. To the left was a counter, likely for reception, with a small stuffed moose sitting on it. A white sign reading "Welcome" was hung with rope on a fake branch sticking out perpendicular to the wall. To the left was a sitting area with a few circular teal and cream colored woven rugs, two leather couches, and a half dozen worn leather arm chairs. While those rugs looked quite nice, they paled in comparison to the artistry of the massive tapestry laying in the center of the room. The earthy hues of tan, green, and red were woven in patterns depicting a sunrise over the peak of the mountain. Skiers, snowboarders, hikers, and little woodland animals hid amongst the vast, snowy forest covering the mountain side. The sun was woven at the top where the rug met the edge of the large hearth nestled between two curving wooden stairs. The fire lit behind created an illusion where the woven sun seemed to be casting warmth and light over the scene. All beautiful done, even if it did seem a little dangerous.

"Hello?" came a deep voice from the top of the stairs.

Styk looked up to see a big cobalt blue theropod (A two legged carnivorous dinosaur, such as a tyrannosaurus rex) staring back at him. Styk couldn't quite tell from a distance, but he looked to be an albertasaurus. The ridges above his eyes gave him a permanently angry look, and his massive maw made up a third of his head.

"Oh, uh, hey," Styk replied, fidgeting nervously with his hands, "I'm sorry. I saw your lights were on and, well, I don't think my car will make it through the snow..."

"Yeah, you're probably right," he said while he walked closer, "I don't think anything could get through that right now."

Styk was surprised to see just how big the dino was when he stopped less than a foot away, tilting his head down to look at his guest. He had a wide, sturdy frame covered in bulging muscles, and he was taller than Styk, even with Styk's crest horns. Easily above 6'5", with long, beefy legs ending in dulled, pairing knife sized claws. He looked like he could probably carry the car down the mountain. Or just throw it and watch it roll down the side.

"It's a bit of a freak storm, sorry you got caught up in it. We're closed, but I guess the sign got covered," he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Oh," Styk said, "My bad. I'll just hang out in my car until this clears. Thanks."

He sulked back towards the door, not relishing the prospect of sleeping in his car through the freezing night.

"No," The big dino said, grabbing his shoulder with his huge hand, "You don't want to do that. You'll freeze to death out there. There're plenty of rooms here, so you can just take one of those. And don't worry about paying, it's really no skin off my back," He gave a big smile and held out his hand, "I'm Al, by the way. It's nice to meet you."

Feeling miniscule shaking the massive hand, Styk replied, "Styk. It's nice to meet you too."

The second floor was essentially one long corridor stretching from one side of the building to the other. Paintings of woodland landscapes hung in frames along the walls, and each door had an animal carved in it. Some of those animals were more identifiable than others, but it added some needed texture to the hall.

"You can have this one," Al said, pointing to a door with a deer carved into it, "My room is just over there. There's a shower room downstairs. Your welcome to use my soap and towels."

"Thanks," Styk replied with a weak smile.

"You caught me in the middle of my workout, but I'll make dinner once I'm done. Is pasta ok?"

"I'd love some," Styk replied.

Styke noticed for the first time the sweat stain on Al's dark grey tank top. His eyes followed it down, stopping at an outline beneath his host's shorts.

"I'll leave you to it," Al said, his voice shaking Styk from distraction, "Dinner should be ready in an hour or so."

Styk blinked his eyes before saying, "Oh? Oh, right, dinner. Sounds good to me. I really can't thank you enough for all this."

"I'm happy to help," Al said with his sharp-tooth grin.

The room was pretty small; just a full sized bed and a toilet/sink combo. It was warm, though, and that's all that mattered. Styk was just about to flop down for a nap when he realized just how soaked he was. He hadn't really dressed for the weather, and the warmest thing he had on was a zip up sweater. He had had to park on the edge of the lot, the rest was too buried to drive through, and the snow that accumulated on him during his walk to the front of the lodge had melted on him. Now he was chilled to the bone.

"At least my undies are dry," Styk thought to himself, "I don't really want to bother him again though. Maybe I'll just take a quick shower, then see if there's somewhere to dry my clothes."

The hot water felt so good, and the steam slowly filling the tiled shower room wrapped Styk in warmth. He could feel the cold wash off him like molting scales. He found Al's soap and began to scrub. It had that generic "Manly" scent guys use when they're too scared to smell like anything but metal and chemical salts. It wasn't bad, though. He used to use something like it in high school, but that was just to avoid standing out. You'd think the tall spikes would be deterrent enough for bullies, but you'd be dead wrong. What you really needed was a face like Al's; big, toothy, and... he wanted to say ugly, but that wasn't true. Al was intimidating, sure, but there was something so attractive about him, too.

Styk paused the thought to focus on his routine. He liked to start with his crest first. It was big, almost 5 inches long without the spikes, and the two holes were a pain, not to mention the crevice between it and the top of his head. Luckily, it curved back a little more than it did up, only adding a couple inches to his height. He knew some unfortunate souls whose height was 1/3 crest and horns. Not only was that a pain to wash, but telling your date you're 6'3" and neglecting to mention your head starts at 5'9" usually leads to disappointment. Once he was satisfied, Styk picked up a metal file and began dulling his horns. The ones at the top of his crest were tricky even after all these years. His arms could barely reach that far back, and doing it without a mirror felt impossible. His family had a special post in their bathroom that they could rub their horns on, but he didn't have that luxury.

"Maybe I should just let them grow sharp," He sighed, "Yeah, and skewer someone the next time I trip."

Finally, with all the annoying parts out of the way, he began to rub down his body. He was disappointed at the fat he put on, even though it wasn't much, and tried not to linger too long on his less-than-flat stomach. Instead, he let his hand rest on his groin. He always felt like a pervert in public showers. Part of him was turned on by so many naked men surrounding him, and try as he might, he couldn't fight his fetish. An image of Al showering appeared in his mind, and Styk grew a little stiffer. He started to finger his nipple and "scrub" a little harder. His thoughts wandered, thinking of what Al could look like under his clothes. Rippling abs, huge pecs, and that outline Styk saw. Al's huge cock filled his mind as he began to stroke himself. The scent coming off of Al when they met, the musky smell of sweaty scales, had hit him like a wave. He could only imagine how strong the scent was on Al's dick. The taste, too, must be heavenly. Salty and flavorful. Even in the hot water, Styk's nipple was hard as he pinched and twisted it between his fingers. He imagined being on his knees, looking up at Al's towering figure with his monster cock filling his-

"Styk?"

Styk suddenly froze, slowly turning his head to see Al standing by the lockers.

Head tilted in confusion, Al asked, "You've been in here a while. You doing ok?"

"Uh, hi! Hi, Al. Hello," Styk fumbled nervously as he quickly feigned scrubbing,"Uh yeah, I'm fine. It's the crest, ya know? Kinda a pain haha."

Styk's cock was twitching under his hand as he pressed it against his stomach. He had been so close to finishing when Al walked in; now he was praying it would go down before his host could see he was jerking off in his shower.

"Oh, yeah, I bet it does," Al rubbed the back of his neck, "Not that I'd really know. I never really had any ceratopsid friends," he began to pull off his sweat soaked clothes and talk at the same time, "Is it ok if I shower with you? I mean shower while you're here, not, like, split a shower with you."

"Of course," Styk said, though his brain was in full crisis mode.

He still had a boner, and it didn't look like it was going down. What would his host think if he saw it? That he was a pervert? That he was a degenerate? Then he had an idea.

"Hey, why don't you take mine and I'll go to another?" Styk suggested, "This one's already warm so you don't have to wait."

"You sure?" Al asked, "'Cause I really don't mind waiting."

"No, definitely! Here, go ahead and take it."

Styk shuffled to the next showerhead over, turned the handle, and was instantly doused in freezing cold water. The temperature shock felt like he just touched a live wire, but the plan worked. The cold water had shrunk his boner just in time for Al to sidle up next to him. Then Styk saw it. He had never seen one so long. He never dreamed of one, either. Thick too, with a soft pink tip. And he wasn't even hard. He was a freak of nature!

"Thanks," Al said, picking up the soap and scrubbing off fragrant sweat from his body.

"No problem," Styk replied, practically ripping his eyes away from the anomaly between his host's legs.

"Hey, do you need this file still?" Al asked.

"Uh..." Styk quickly checked his horns by pressing his fingers down on the tips, "Nope. All nice and rounded. Won't be goring anyone anytime soon, haha."

Styk cringed internally at his awkward laugh. Al didn't seem to notice, he thanked him then squatted down to file his claws. In that position, Styk could see just how huge his ass was. Huge and sculpted like a marble statue. Even his long, bulky tail couldn't hide it's massive curves. It was impossible that a man could be that hung and have an ass like; it just wasn't fair! Styk continued to stare until Al snapped him out of it.

"Styk?"

Styk had to physically shake his head to break his focus. He looked up to see Al's head tilted in concern.

"Is something wrong?" Al asked.

"No! No," Styk stammered, "I just- I've been showering for a long time and, uh... do you- do you have a dryer?"

Styk tried to nap for a while, but no amount of tossing and turning could cool his racing thoughts. Al had been so nice and considerate, and Styk repaid it by perving on him. And how was he going to get home? It was still snowing when he checked, and it didn't seem to be slowing down. He'd really have to reign in his touch-starved desperation; he'd be screwed if Al threw him out now.

There was a knock at the door, and a voice on the other side said, "Hey, I finished cooking and, uh, I just thought we can eat together, maybe watch some tv. Not that we have to, just putting it out there. I mean, if you want to eat alone or whatever, I get that. It's in the kitchen whenever you want it."

Once he heard Al's clicking claws move away from the door, he let out a sigh and got up. He'd be eating in his shirt and underwear, the only dry clothes on him, because this place's dryer was super low powered thanks to the limited energy. He's clothes would be dry in the morning, but he needed to eat tonight. It would be really awkward, but there wasn't much of a choice.

"Oh, hey. You came," Al greeted Styk as he entered the large kitchen, "And you're half naked. I guess I don't have to ask anymore."

Al gestured down to his grey shirt, blue boxer-briefs, and bare feet. It wasn't any more revealing than his gym clothes, except his huge rod was extremely visible. He had to move it sideways to keep it from slipping out, and Styk saw it reached past the side of his hip. Buying pants must be a nightmare for him.

"Ye-yeah," Styk said, trying to keep his eyes level, "Smells great."

Al nodded his head, "Thanks. Hey, you want to take me up on my tv offer?"

Styk should've said no, because if he said yes, he'd only be exposing himself to more temptation, but he replied, "Sure!"

Styk was never big on sports. He liked athletic guys, but never cared to watch them in action. He could make an exception for hockey, though. It had the perfect combination of violence and simplicity; hit the puck with the stick and don't get punched. While the game was entertaining, even exciting at points, watching Al's reactions was even more so. Every slap, tap, hit, and touch made him bounce like a hyperactive child, and Styk was forced to duck under the sudden swishing of his powerful tail. He was a huge fan of the local team "The Milkmen", though Styk couldn't really see why; they were getting their asses handed to them the entire game. It was a nice distraction, at least. Something easy enough to focus your eyes on to keep them from drifting. Styk lounged on the long, soft couch, occasionally taking bites of his dinner, and enjoyed the show. A break was called and the screen changed to ads. Al muted the tv and laid back.

"I hate commercials," Al grumbled.

"Why don't you get a streaming service?" Styk asked.

"Do they have one for sports?"

"I, uh... I'm not sure."

"..."

"Hey, I've been wondering; why are you here?"

Al sat up and his voice took on an unsure tone, "Yeah, ok... So this lodge belongs to my folks, and normally they hire someone to stay here for the off season, a house sitter basically, just to make sure nothing breaks," his eyes darkened and he deflated, "I've been, I was, living with my husband for years. Then we got a divorce. Things just weren't... I guess I wasn't around enough for him. Why else would he sleep with his coworker, right? I, uh, I do some freelance work, but I haven't gotten a job in a while, so my folks offered me this job until I can find my own place."

Styk saw a deep sadness in Al's eyes after he mentioned his ex. He sat up and touched his shoulder.

"That sounds... that sounds horrible."

Al shrugged, "Yeah, well, that's life. Sometimes... sometimes the people you trust the most are the ones you shouldn't trust at all."

A silence settled between them. A heart wrenching silence. The pain and misery emanating off of Al was almost tangable, and it was dark. Dark, and ice cold. Styk knew he needed to do something, anything, to help, but what could he do?

Just before Al unmuted the tv, Styk spoke up, "Hey, so, can I ask what it is you, like, do for work? You said you work freelance?"

Al set the remote back down again, "Oh, I'm a personal trainer. I haven't had a client in a while, though."

"And you were away from home a lot?" Styk asked, though he realized how rude the question was as soon as he asked it.

"Well, I'd usually go to clients' houses to work, then I'd give lessons at a couple gyms. It was really small time stuff; mostly just guys going through their midlife crisis and worrying that they let themselves go. You know what's funny about that? They always did it because they thought they were losing their wives, and I'd always tell them to have some faith. Bad advice, I guess."

"Oh..."

"Yeah... Well, about a month ago, someone let it slip that I had a husband, and suddenly all my clients wanted a new trainer. It all sucks, man. I'm surprised the massages didn't stop, too."

Styk cocked his head, "Massages?"

"Yeah. I worked part time as a masseuse at a parlor. It was a steady paycheck, and the owner said I brought in good business," Al took a second to flex his arm and smile at his impressive bulk, "It was mostly women there, but some guys would swing in from time to time."

The sudden image of Al rubbing his nude body down stunned Styk speechless, and for a moment he really wanted to ask where this parlor was and if he still worked there.

"Have you ever had a massage?"

Al's question broke Styk from his thoughts, though reality wasn't that clear. What was happening? Was Al offering to rub his body? Was his fantasy about to become an impossible reality?

"You ok, Styk? You look a little out of it," Al asked.

Styk blinked his eyes and shook his head to bring himself back for the third time.

"Yes. No! I mean no," he fumbled, "Not a professional one or anything like that. I mean, I've rubbed a sore neck or muscle or whatever, but I don't think I've ever, you know, been given a massage. Not by someone else."

Al asked plainly, "Do you want one?"

"Yes!" Styk answered a little too quickly, "Uh, I mean sure. If you want to, I guess..."

Less than 10 minutes later, Styk was laying face down on a table with a towel covering his butt, lotion covering his back, and two strong hands melting the soreness in his spine. Styk bought heated back massagers and neck supports to use at his office job, but they were just scams compared to the real thing.

"You like it so far?" Al asked.

"Yeeaaahhh," Styk blissfully sighed, "You're really good."

"Thanks," Al chuckled, "And thanks for listening to me. I've been going a little stir crazy up here, so I'm glad we got to meet."

"Yeah, I'm glad too."

Al's hands moved to Styk's legs as he started to massage his calves. Styk didn't even know you could do that, let alone that it would feel so good.

"So," Al asked, "Why are you up here in the first place? This isn't the safest road in the world, you know."

"I was just tryna get home," Styk admitted, "The freeway was jammed bumper to bumper. I thought cutting through here would be quicker."

Al shrugged, "I'm surprised more people didn't have the same idea. So where do you live? Near here or?"

"An hour or two away," Styk answered, "I was heading back from an expo I went to."

"Oh yeah? What kind of expo?"

"Business, actually. My company had a booth, and they gave anyone sucker enough to go work it some bonus money and a company card. Me and two others went, but they were barely at the booth. They just went to the bar and racked up drinks on the company card. They got us thrown out of the building after they were caught having sex in the handicap bathroom. I didn't want to deal with their mess, so I left."

"Huh, I'm guessing they won't be your coworkers for long."

"Maybe. We're all just flies to our managers, though. I doubt they'll even notice."

"Sounds like you hate your job."

"Well, yeah, but it's a job. It makes me money, lets me pay my taxes. I wish I could say it pays my rent, but my landlord wouldn't let me renew my lease. He really didn't like me. I live with my parents now."

"Don't you want to do something you like, though?"

"I... I don't really know what I like. When I went to college, I was hoping I could, you know, discover a few things about myself. Find friends and make a goal in life. I didn't. I just got my AA and left."

As Styk finished talking, Al's hands moved up to his thigh. He couldn't stop himself from getting hard as the hands got closer and closer to his groin.

Al shook his head, "Sounds like you've had it rough lately."

"Well not as- not as rough as y-you," Styk stuttered, trying his best not to squirm.

"Heh, must be a bad moon or something," Al said, "Alright, let's get you flipped over."

"What!?" Styk blurted out, "No, uh, I mean, we don't have to do, like, everything, right? We can stop here! I'm sure you're tired!"

Al rolled his eyes, "Relax, it's just your dick. I'm sure I've seen a dozen guys smaller than you."

Styk tried to protest again, but Al simply flipped him over like a dead fish. Then he saw it.

Looking at Styk's boner, Al simply said, "Oh..."

Styk sat up and tried to explain, but Al just shook his head.

With placating hands and a smile, Al told Styk, "It's ok, don't worry. So you, uh..."

Styk laid back, covering his eyes in shame and trying not to cry. Then, after a quiet moment, he felt a hand wrap around his shaft, and he bolted straight up again. With one hand stroking Styk's cock and the other pulling off his underwear, Al stared at the erection with a smile.

"Remember when I said I was going stir crazy?" Al asked.

Styk felt his eyes widen, "You're not..."

Al pulled off his shirt and walked around to the end of the table. With little effort, he pulled Styk's legs off the edge, bringing the meat to him. He dipped his head down, and Styk gasped at the first feeling of Al's wide tongue running up his rod. His whole body shuttered at the sudden rush of dopamine surged into his veins.

Al chuckled at the reaction, "Don't tell me you're a virgin."

Red faced, Styk said, "Not- not completely..."

"Oooh, this is gonna be fun."

Al took another long lick with a devilish smile on his face. Styk shivered again, then clenched as a steaming hot maw engulfed his cock. Al wrapped his hands around the sides of Styk's waist, lifting it to his face and lowering it again over and over as he sucked off the squirming ceratopsian. It made Styk feel like a sex doll. Then he felt his foot bump into Al's huge rod as he was being lifted. Not wanting the blowjob to go completely unreciprocated, Styk stretched out his legs until he could get both feet around the massive meat stick, then began to rub them up and down. He could feel Al's cock grow between his soles, swelling to an impossible size.

Al pulled away to ask, "Getting bored?"

Styk replied quickly, "No! I- I'm loving this! This is the best thing that's ever happened to me! I just, well, I wanted to make sure you were enjoying it too..."

Al gave another toothy, erotic smile that made Styk's heart stutter. The massive carnivore reached down with one hand to grab the feet around his cock. He held them even tighter together and began to move his hips back and forth. His other hand stroked Styk's rod as Al's mouth wrapped around the head and tongued the hole. Styk's back arched from the symphony of intense sensation. The pleasure was indescribable. Even in his wildest dreams he couldn't imagine something this euphoric. His mind burned from the rush of joy, and it wasn't long before he couldn't hold back.

"Al!" Styk tried to warn, "I'm- I'M-!"

It was too late. A burst of hot, sticky seed shot out, spraying into the warm, wet mouth. Al pulled his head back, and a rush of panic shot through Styk as the muscular man said nothing. Then his maw split into an open mouthed smile and he ran his tongue along his lips, wiping up the stray semen. He chuckled, then lifted one of the feet around his cock and brought it in his mouth. He licked and sucked the big toe before holding it between his teeth and flashing another wolfish grin down at Styk, still splayed out and doused in lotion.

"You didn't finish," Styk said, running his toes along the underside of Al's erection.

"I have a lot of stamina," he replied, "Takes more than that to get me to cum."

Innocently, Styk asked, "How much?"

Al rubbed his free hand on Styk's soft stomach, "You're pretty cute, so maybe a little less than usual. Fair warning, I'm not a gentle lover."

Styk rested a hand on his, "I don't want to blue ball you. You've been really giving, the least I can do is relieve your cabin fever."

30 minutes later, Styk was kneeling on the ground in Al's room. His soft, yet twitching cock was between Al's clawed toes, slowly being rubbed up and down. At the same time, the claws scratched long marks into his navel, and the line between pain and pleasure began to blur. Styk had never tried shibari, rope bondage, before, though he had seen it in porn from time to time. He didn't expect it to be this restraining, and now his arms were completely immobilized. All his most sensitive areas were skillfully squeezed and held in place. The configuration was a work of art, too. The deep red lines formed diamonds and triangles in perfect geometry on his body, making him feel like a sculpture. He was surprised to find that Al had it at the ready, but apparently he practiced on body pillows to keep his skills sharp.

"It's like a hobby of mine," He had said, "Some people paint, some people draw. I tie people up."

Styk felt anxious kneeling before Al. From this angle, he looked even more gargantuan than before. He was seated in a chair, which may as well be a throne in his position of absolute control and domination. Styk never thought he'd be into this kind of sex, but the feeling of powerlessness, of being someone's plaything, made his hold body tingle.

"Part of me is a little sad you don't have a tail like mine," Al said, swishing his own back and forth, "I haven't been able to practice tying up a tail in a while."

Styk was suddenly aware of his own, stubby tail which wasn't even touching the ground. Styk opened his mouth to apologize, but closed it again as he felt one of the claws poke him sharply.

"You don't get to speak unless I say so, got that?" Al told him in a half serious, half playful tone.

Styk nodded, his heart more unsteady than ever. Al stood up and let Styk's meat fall to the floor. Then he stepped on it, applying just enough pressure to make it hurt. Styk's squished cock sent signals of both torture and joy, the two mixing as they reach the brain.

"Your dick is loving this," Al snickered, "You'll never enjoy regular under-the-sheets style sex ever again once I'm done with you. You know that, right? I bet you're already feeling it. Porn, jerking off, it'll never be enough anymore. You'll be left starving for something better."

Styk knew he should be panicking. He knew this was going to change him forever, and he'd never go back to the way things were. Yet, all his body wanted was to be ruined for the personal satisfaction of this irresponsibly erotic man. Styk swallowed hard, then nodded.

Al got up to his face, his hot breath scorching Styk's skin, "Then beg for it."

Styk whimpered, "I- I want it."

Al pressed down harder on Styk's cock, "Not good enough. I wanna hear how bad you want it."

Styk tried, "I want you to fuck me hard." More weight pressed down on his cock, and Styk said loudly, "I want you to fuck me with your huge dick!" Even more weight, so Styk threw away his any shred of pride he had and screamed, "I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! I WANT YOU TO USE ME AND BREAK ME! I WANT TO BE YOUR SEX TOY! I WANT YOU TO FILL ME WITH YOUR SEED UNTIL YOUR BALLS ARE EMPTY!"

Al laughed, then pushed Styk onto his back. He laid on the floor next to him and squeezed Styk's twitching cock with the back of his knee. Then he grabbed one of Styk's horns, turned Styk's head, and pulled him into his fragrant armpit. Styk melted like ice cream under the sun when his nose touched the soft, sweaty scales. All his thoughts left his brain, and now it's only purpose was to savor the chemicals rushing through his veins. His tongue came out on its own and began lapping up the juices forming under his master's arms.

"You can't get enough of my body, you filthy degenerate," Al laughed.

He released Styk from his hold and stood up again. Styk was barely aware of Al's movements, but as soon as he felt Al's tight hole touch the tip of his cock, he came to his senses and saw that his dominator was squatting over him. He felt his rod slip inside as Al dropped his sculpted rear into Styk's lap. Al's body gripped Styk's shaft tightly as it rose and fell over and over. There was nothing in his life he could compare it to. All the mind numbing pleasure he had felt so far couldn't match the nirvana of fucking Al's ass. His cock hurt from desperation, and all he wanted was to feel the insides of his master.

"You like that?" Al purred, "You like fucking me? You like how my ass feels?"

Styk couldn't stop his hips from thrusting on their own. They craved more pleasure, more sensation. It overwhelmed him until his whole body shuttered. Al dropped down and wiggled his hips as Styk climaxed, as if he was getting out as much cum as possible. He stood up again, his perfect ass leaking out white goo back onto Styk's crotch. Despite everything they did, Al's monster cock was still hard. Styk didn't know if he should be terrified or overjoyed at the sight, but he knew this was far from over.

"That's twice now. How many times can you cum in one night?" Al asked.

Before Styk could form an answer, he was lifted and tossed onto the bed face first. In the next moment, he felt his ass being spread and his tail being lifted. Al ran his tongue along Styk crack, sending a jolt through the captive dino's body. Every lick electrified his nerves, making all his muscles quiver and go numb. Then he felt the wide, hot tongue poke his twitching hole until finally going in. Al reached deep into his intestines, coating his insides with warm saliva. Once again, Styk's body felt nothing but heavenly joy as dopamine and oxytocin flooded his system. When Al pulled his tongue back out, Styk didn't realize it for a few moments, and in those few moments his master had moved next to him on the bed. One strong hand behind Styk's head, Al now had his tongue in Styk's mouth. It dominated Styk's own tongue and pushed itself into his throat, making it hard to breathe. He didn't need breath anymore, though. Oxygen was meaningless. The only thing he wanted was Al's erotic body; every last inch of it.

Styk felt something brush along his crack. In a brief burst of clarity just as it forced itself inside his hole, he realized that Al was fucking his ass with his tail. It thrusted in and out, going deeper every time it returned. As more of it got inside, it rapidly swelled in size, forcing Styk's hole to open wider and wider. The tongue and the tail assaulted his senses from both sides, and Styk felt close to passing out, the chemical rush being compounded by the lack of oxygen. Then both slipped out, leaving Styk's anus gaping open, ready for what came next.

"This is it," Al told him, "I'm about to ruin you. I'm gonna make you addicted to my dick. I'm about to turn you into my cocksleeve. You ready?" Styk nodded on instinct, and Al laughed, "I knew you were. You're such a fucking desperate slut."

Despite how wide the eager hole was, Al's meat still stretched it out further. There was a rush of sharp, stinging pain, then Styk felt all his organs being crushed and pushed into his throat. Al reached his hand down to feel Styk's stomach.

"Oh yeah," Al chuckled, "I can feel it. It's really sticking out. I could probably jack myself off inside you. I bet you'd love that, slutty bitch boy."

Styk may have begged for him to do it, but his mouth was too busy biting down on a blanket to respond. His body was reacting to his crushed guts, and it urged Styk to vomit. Despite that, Styk only wanted more. He wanted his guts crushed even harder. He wanted Al's rod to turn him inside out. He felt it slide in his stomach, back and forth, but only in fractions of inches. It was unbearable. He wanted to be used. He wanted to be destroyed. He wiggled his hips in an attempt to draw out more pleasure. This earned him a hard slap on the ass by Al's wide hand.

"You had your fun, slut," Al warned him, "I'm gonna use you exactly how I want to. Keep it up, and I'll throw you away."

A rush of fear went through Styk's heart. He needed this. He needed to be fucked until he broke. He needed Al's dick inside him, rearranging his intestines and shaping them to his size. He stopped his wiggling, but not his muffled whimpers as the torture went on and on without end.

"You're so pathetic," Al snickered, "I'm done playing nice."

Two hands grabbed Styk's horns and pulled him back. With all his power, Al slammed and drove himself deep into Styk's ass. Styk felt all the air leave his lungs in a rush, but he didn't care. This is what he wanted. What he needed.

He dropped the blanket from his mouth and screamed, "FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK ME HARDER!"

Al did exactly that. The massive dick penetrated deeper and drew back further. Each slam, now strong enough to send crashing echoes throughout the empty lodge, obliterated Styk's prostate, making it eject pleasure as it died. The high Al's cock was giving Styk was more potent and more addictive than heroin. Every fiber in his body was bursting with euphoria. Styk's own cock, still trying to recover from ejaculating, was burning with the desire to join the fun. The ropes seem to dig into his skin even more, and he could feel the warmth from Al's palms in his horns. The dick reshaping his insides had broken him, and now all his body knew was sensation. The scent of Al's scales filled the air and the room felt steamy. Saliva leaked out of Styk's mouth, forced open by Al's grip. It tasted like metal and salt, and there was a growing spot on the bed where the spit pooled and soaked into the mattress. He started to feel the veins on Al's rod pulse and throb inside him, growing steadily more intense. He knew what was about to happen, and he was ready. He wanted it. He wanted to be filled with his master's seed. It was his purpose in life. He was meant to milk to cum out of Al's heavy balls and keep them constantly empty. There was a sharp pain on Styk's crest and Al bit down on it. He leaned forward, forcing Styk's face to be smothered by the bed. Styk could feel his insides swell like a balloon. They got bigger and bigger, and just as he felt like he would explode, he noticed that his consciousness was beginning to fade. The pleasure never went away as everything faded to black.

Styk's head hurt as his eyes slowly opened. Everything was blurry, and there was a voice that he couldn't quite understand. He tried again, closing his eyes and reopening them. Things were clearer now, and the voice became recognizable.

"Styk? Are you awake? Can you hear me?" It asked.

Styk blinked his eyes again, and this time he could clearly make out Al's angry looking eyes, though now they seemed relieved.

Al let out a heavy breath, "Oh, thank God. I thought I killed you!"

"What happened?" Styk croaked.

"You passed out. I think I worked you a little too hard."

"Oh..." Styk sighed, "Right. I really wish I could've enjoyed that to the end. You were amazing."

Al shrugged, "I never failed to disappoint. Still, I feel bad. I was pretty mean last night. I'm not usually that aggressive."

Styk shook his head, "Don't be. I loved it."

"Well that's a relief," Al chuckled.

"Hey Al?"

"Yeah?"

"Where am I?"

Styk could no longer feel the pressure from the ropes anymore, and the room was much cooler.

"Oh, right. Well, as it turns out, we broke the bed. I have to call my folks and make up some excuse. Anyways, after I was sure you were ok and I cleaned you up a little, I moved you over to your room."

Al stroked Styk crest gently, but one spot he touched made Styk hiss in pain.

"Sorry, sorry," Al said, pulling his hand away, "I, uh, sorta bit you last night."

"I remember," Styk chuckled weakly.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, but it's gonna be sore for a while. I got you pretty deep."

Styk chuckled again, a little stronger this time, "Yeah you did. Hey, you said last night. It's not morning, is it?"

A wave of sadness hit Styk when he realized he'd have to leave. He wanted to stay forever.

Al smiled, "It is, but the snow hasn't melted. I checked the weather, and it looks like the freak cold wave's gonna last a few days longer. Poor road conditions, and residents are suggested to stay inside."