Strawberry Fever

Proto, a protoceratops, loves strawberries. Ever since he was a kid, his favorite snack was strawberries. Chocolate strawberries, strawberry jam, the little strawberry flavored hard candies. Even his chapstick was strawberry flavored. So his eyes lit like fireworks up when he read a work ad saying, "Pick strawberries and get paid $10/lb + free product samples". He didn't really give the labor part of the deal too much thought; how hard could berry picking be?

He couldn't believe people were allowed to drive before sunrise. His work day would be 10 hours long: 5-4 with an hour lunch, food included. There weren't enough strawberries in the world to make a shift like that worth it, but the thought of canceling last minute made him feel like an asshole.

"It's just one day," He told himself, "It'll come and go, and that will be it."

The house in the middle of nowhere, given as the address for the job, wasn't the ragged shack he expected, but a small stucco house at the end of a narrow dirt road. The sight of the classy building eased the image of a down and dirty strawberry picking operation he had imagined it would be. That relief didn't last long, though. He parked his car, but hadn't seen anyone to check in with or any signs directing him where to go. The only clues he saw were a path of trampled grass and a distant bright light. He followed the path until the light became a floodlight illuminating a group of men. Proto is pretty small for a guy, but he had never felt more out of his weight class than he did when approaching that group. There were nine in total, all 6'3" or taller, and every single one looked like they could crumple him up like paper. There wasn't a uniformed body shape, either. Some had that farm-boy physique you'd see in movies and pornos, but others were unreasonably fat, sporting beer guts bigger than Porto's head. Despite that, no part of their body jiggled, save for their faces. Speaking of faces, their noisy conversations ended abruptly as they watched Proto walk by, huddled into himself and trying not to notice the unreadable look they all sported. He kept his focus on a dino holding a clipboard, which he guessed was there to check the workers in. He was the biggest of them all, with a fat stomach, a fat tail, and neck so tall he had to arch it down just to make eye contact.

"Sorry kid," The sauropod, an Argentinosaurus if Proto had to guess, said in an impossibly basey voice, "This ain't a you-pick."

"I'm here about the job you guys posted? You sent me a confirmation text and everything," Proto pointed at the clipboard, "I should be on there."

The guy shrugged and passed him the clipboard without checking. The paper on it was a damp piece of copy paper with "sign in" printed at the top in big block letters. Beneath it was a nearly indiscernible column of penned names, each written in a uniquely chaotic scrawl. The signatures of the men already here, presumably, though it was impossible to make out any of the names. There wasn't any space at the bottom, so Proto had to sign the side of the paper awkwardly. He didn't write with his typical care, and decided it was better not to change the last O into a heart. When he passed the clipboard back, the man took it and tossed it into the truck behind him, then continued his conversation with the tubby theropod next to him.

Proto walked back into the group as regret filled his stomach. Eyes scanned him, probably gauging how much of a nuisance he would end up being. Proto had laid out his carefully chosen outfit last night, taking care to balance style and functionality: an old tank top (with a strawberry on it, of course) and high cut jean shorts, very comfortable cork sandals, and a pair of strawberry colored sunglasses. He was a little proud of the final result, but now his cheeks were red with embarrassment and his hands were clenched in anxiety. The others wore ragged, stained covered shirts and sneakers, if they bothered to wear shoes at all. The only thing everyone was wearing was basketball shorts; cheap ones that seemed a little small on them. As he passed by, the men began their conversations again. They didn't really seem to care about volume, and their words tended to crash into each other. Proto couldn't make out what they were saying, but the occasional head nod in his direction gave him an idea. He positioned himself away from everyone, hoping to remove himself from the group but still unable to shake the occasional nods in his direction.

It wasn't long before the fat man with the clipboard shouted something that made everyone move to the truck. Proto watched as one-by-one the crew pulled themselves into the bed of the pickup and took a seat.

"That can't be legal," Proto thought as he saw that the roof of the cab had been chopped clean off to accommodate the sauropod's long neck.

Eventually it was his turn. Everyone else had made it look easy; grabbing the side with one hand and practically stepping on. When Proto couldn't reach the side, he tried to push himself up instead. He tried, failed, and before he could try again, a hand reached under his tiny tail and pushed him in. He gave a weak "thank you" to the muscular megalosaurus who was now looking him up and down. Proto crawled on his hands and knees, just to be careful, and sat next to another theropod. His helper sat on his other side, and Proto spent the ride squeezed between them.

"Probably safer this way," he thought as the truck bounced along.

Proto had never been more thankful for his heart-shaped crest than when it shaded his head from the hot midday sun beating down on long green rows of strawberry bushes. Still, there was a constant pain in his back and knees, and his hand would occasionally cramp from having to maneuver through the bushes. He learned pretty fast that he wasn't very good at the job. A lot of the berries ripped or squished when he pulled them off the stem, and the juice had stained his fingers crimson within the first hour. When 11 rolled around, Proto practically dragged himself under the tarp canopy where the men sat in lawn chairs around plastic tables. The "provided lunch" consisted of a mountain of jam sandwiches, water, sports drinks, and chips. Proto hesitated to take one of the sandwiches as flies buzzed around the pile, but his growling stomach convinced him to take the risk. He grabbed two and a bottle of water, then flopped into the nearest chair. Almost immediately after he did, two men sat in the chairs next to him. One was a slightly smaller theropod, the triangular shaped horn protruding from his forehead indicating that he was a ceratosaurus, and the other was likely a stegosaurus, given his large size and the ridged fins on his back. They talked across the table to two more of the crew, occasionally trying to get Proto to join. Proto would've been uncomfortable, but the mingling scent of sweat and unwashed scales made his body tingle. Once, the stegosaurus grabbed his shoulder and shook him. He didn't let go right away, and while the hand lingered it occasionally squeezed gently, almost like a massage. The touch held Proto's attention so completely that he never even noticed the jam was grape, not strawberry.

Proto drank a ton throughout the day, refilling his bottle every couple minutes and chugging it all almost immediately. After a while, his bladder was ready to burst. There was a lone port-a-potty in the distance, but the stench coming from it had pushed him just to hold it in until he could use the one in the building he parked in front of. That option went out the window after the tenth bottle finally hit him. Instead of braving the port-a-potty, Proto decided to pee in the nearby woods. He would go just far enough to have some privacy, and hopefully no one would call him out. Once he'd gotten a few feet in, he unzipped and began relieving himself, but as soon as he did, someone walked up and joined him. A bulky tyrannosaurus with dark green scales and wicked yellow irises. His presence alone was enough to get Proto to tremble, but the little ceratopsian was also curious. Whenever he saw any of the men bend over, there was never any sign of underwear; just bare scales and cracks. It made sense considering the heat, but it meant that, when they moved, "it" moved to. Not just moved, they swung, every single one. Proto only caught glimpses, but now he had a chance to see one up close.

As inconspicuously as he could, Proto turned his eyes as far as he could to peek down at the rod in the theropod's hands. What he saw was almost as big as his arm. It was long, veiny, and uncut. Proto was so shocked by it that he didn't realize his sideways glance had turned into an open mouthed stare.

"Fuckin' huge, right?" The tyrannasaurus said with a wolfish grin.

The comment snapped Proto out of his trance. The hung man turned to face him and began rubbing his cock with slow strokes.

"I'll let you suck it," he said, "I know you want to put it in your mouth."

Proto didn't get to answer. Instead, he was pushed down to his knees without much effort. The debris of small twigs and rock dug into Proto's shins, but he was too distracted with the musky meat in front of him. First, it was rubbed across his face. The smell filled his lungs and made his mind foggy. When the man was done with teasing, he slid his rod deep into Proto's throat, stretching it out as it went further down. The difference in height was so big that the man had to stand over Proto and push his dick in vertically.

He grabbed Proto's crest and pulled hard into his groin, all the while he growled, "Fucking take it! Fucking suck my cock! I'm gonna fuck your throat 'till I cum, slut!"

They were too busy to notice a round bodied ankylosaurus approaching until he casually called out, "Hey Will."

"Hey Mac," Will replied, pausing with his cock lodged deep inside Proto, "Just having a little fun with the new guy. Wanna try?"

Seconds later, Mac was holding the tip of his wide, cut cock inside Proto's mouth, letting him lick and suck the unwashed head clean. Meanwhile, Will had Proto's ass lifted to his face so he could lick and tongue the hole.

"Damn, you're loose as fuck," Will laughed, "How many guys have fucked? Naw, I don't actually care. Just be glad my dick's gonna go in easy."

When Proto's ass was slick with saliva, Will brought him down onto his rock hard cock. With no hesitation, he pounded Proto's hole with hard, fast thrusts. Mac took a step forward, forcing his meat deeper into Proto's hot throat and resting his fat gut on top of Proto's face. The tiny dino's eyes were covered and his nose was stuffed with the odor of sweat accumulated over an untold amount of time.

"Yeah, I bet you love sucking dick while you're getting your ass pounded," Mac said as he rubbed Proto's suspended back, "God damn this feels good. Oh yeah, get ready for some backed up cum kid."

"I'm about to bust, too," Will groaned.

Mac came first. He grabbed Proto's sides and squeezed as he shot thick, salty cum down his throat. After he pulled out, Will let Proto's head hit the ground. He put one hand on Proto's neck and leaned forward. After a few stuttering humps, Will pressed down hard and moaned. Proto felt his guts get hot and heavy while his head was forced into the dirt.

"Fuck that was good," Will said as he let go, "I guess you didn't cum. Eh, not really my problem. Maybe jack-off or something, I don't know. You got a boyfriend? You're gonna give me your number at the end of the day, yeah? I wanna fuck you again, sometime."

"Wish I could, too," Mac sighed, "My wife's too nosey, though. Can't give you my number or anything."

The two walked away as they talked about wives and girlfriends, leaving Proto on the ground. He laid still as his head spun and cum leaked from his ass.

A while later, Proto was back to picking berries. He was on full autopilot, his mind still blank from the encounter in the forest. They were both so huge. Was every guy here like that? Getting his ass and throat slammed like that felt crazy, and it was in public, too. No way nobody else heard them. Yet, nobody seemed to notice. Did he really get away with it?

"Hey, little guy," a voice said behind him.

Proto turned around to see a twitchy allosaurus standing over him.

"You like fucking, right?" He asked, "Someone said you like to fuck."

Proto sighed. So he didn't get away with it after all.

"You look soft," The allosaurus told him, "I bet you're real soft."

Proto felt a little fear rise in his chest as twitchy's eyes scanned his body over and over. He tried to back away, but before he got far, the stranger pushed him onto his back. They snuck a hand up Proto's shirt and began to rub his stomach.

"Oohoh yeah," The stranger said, sounding pleased, "Oh yeah. You're soft. You're really soft. I bet you use lotion and stuff, right?" He grabbed Proto's shirt and started sniffing it, "Oh, that's good. I like that. Smells girly. You have any? Like in your pockets or something? I wanna rub it on you. You have a girl's body. You know you look like a girl? I wanna rub your body with that girly lotion you use."

He lunged for Proto's shorts, leaving no time for a reaction. He pulled them off to reveal a pair of tight briefs covered in smiling ice cream cones in a repeating pattern. The allosaurus tossed the shorts aside and lunged again. Proto tried to stop him, but the bigger man pushed him back down with one hand and slid the underwear off with the other. As soon as they were in his hands, he brought them up to his nose and inhaled deeply.

"Mmmm. You smell so good," He said, "You got a small cock. It's like a girl's cock. Except, girls don't have cocks. Yeah, you're definitely a guy. A really girly guy. Has anyone ever told you that before?"

"Give those back," Proto demanded.

"No, no no. I wanna keep these. They smell good. I like how girly and soft you are," he reached down and dropped his pants, revealing he was hung as well, "I wanna rub my cock all over you. I want my dick to smell like that girly lotion you use. Yeah, that's what I wanna do to you."

He leaned forward and fell on top of Proto. He forced a kiss while pinning the helpless Dino down, but it didn't take long for Proto to melt into it. He felt a tongue slip inside his mouth. It licked every surface it could reach and took Proto's mouth for its own. Sharp teeth bit down on proto's bottom lip and pulled back, stretching it out.

The stranger let it go again to say, "Your lips taste girly, too. Do you wear lipstick? Makeup? I bet you wear girl's clothes at home. You wear these girly panties, so I bet you have more girl's clothes at home. Do you have pictures? I'd really like to see you in girly clothes. I'd like to see you in one of those stringy panties with your girly cock making a tiny bulge. Would you take pictures like that if I bought you girly clothes? You're really cute. Would you take pictures of yourself if I paid you?"

Before Proto could reply, the stranger's lips returned to his. He felt the huge cock get repositioned, then it started to rub against his pathetically small one slowly. Proto squirmed as the pleasure came in tiny waves; only enough to make him want more. The allosaurus drew back and straightened his spine. He reached back and grabbed Proto's ankle, pulling it up to his face. He pulled off one sandal and pressed his thumb into the sole.

"You have soft feet," he said, "Do you walk much? Do you go to one of those places that rub them and paint your toes?"

Like a bird, he moved his head until he could see the front of Proto's foot with one eye.

"You painted your toes," He said, "Or did someone paint them for you? Do you have friends? Are they girls? You look like you hang out with girls. Are they girly guys like you? Do you think they'd have sex with me? Do they put out like you do? I really want to have sex with a bunch of girly guys at the same time."

Proto spasmed as a huge tongue dragged along the underside of his foot from heel to toe. Then again, and again, each time a little faster and a little more wet. The stranger grabbed Proto's other foot and brought it up to his cock. He drew back to watch himself rub his shaft along the soft sole.

He started rambling again, "You have little feet. My cock is longer than your foot is. Your feet are soft, though. Did I tell you that already? Your foot feels good on my cock. I like the taste, by the way. It tasted really good. It made my cock really hard."

He pulled off Proto's shirt and wore it like a mask over his face. Then he took both of Proto's feet and wrapped them around his massive shaft. He moved his hips gently at first, savoring each thrust. His speed increased quickly, until he was humping them like a dog.

He moaned, "I love this! I love fucking your girly feet! I love smelling your clothes when I fuck your feet with my cock! Your soft feet feel so good on my cock! I'm gonna cum on you! I'm gonna cum all over your girly body!"

He never slowed as his dick sprayed salty, sticky, musky goo all over Proto's chest.

Proto was able to negotiate the return of his shirt, but his underwear was a lost cause after whoever they were wiped their cum up with it. Despite how weak his legs still were from the pounding he received in the forest, he managed to push through, and with no further interruptions, he ended up with a total of 30 pounds of strawberries. That netted him a cool 300$ and a little boost to his pride. He was thinking of all the things he could spend it on while he dropped off his crates, only to see that everyone else was dropping off double and triple what he was. Even the twitchy allosaurus put him to shame. Well, he was huffing his underwear, so at least he had that over the weirdo. Will tossed Proto in the truck before he even had a chance to try and climb in himself, and after Proto was squished between two men again, the truck rattled to life and rumbled back to the stucco house. There was an outdoor shower area there, and Proto headed straight for it as soon as he put his money safely away in his car. Most of the guys were already there, scrubbing down with soap bars they passed around. Proto felt filthy, and in more ways than one, but all he wanted was some cool water on his overheated body while he waited for his free strawberries.

"Not used to this kinda work, right?" A smooth voice said next to him.

A crocodilian, likely a Kaprosuchus, with large, rough scales running along his back somehow managed to sneak in right beside him without making a sound. Despite his ferocious appearance, his smile was disarming, almost calming. Proto took the bar without question and thanked him.

"I'm Neil, by the way. Probably should at least know the name of the guy you're getting naked with," the croc laughed.

Proto giggled, too, as he rubbed his body with the soap. Then he tried to hand it back, only for it to slip out of his hands and slide across the floor.

"I'll get that, don't worry," Neil said, "You must be really sore from all that, uh, 'work' you were doing out there."

Proto sighed, "I really need to learn some self control."

Neil chuckled, "Well, it's not like you were the noisy one. Hey, your legs look a bit shaky. You want to take a seat?"

With an expert flick of his long, ridge lined tail, Neil dragged over a white plastic step stool. Proto took him up on his offer, and sitting had never felt better. As he did, Neil slid around behind him. The croc put a hand on both of Proto's shoulders and began massaging him. He definitely had some talent, as Proto felt the knots and aches in his shoulders and back begin to unwind.

"That feels great, Neil," Proto said with a relaxed smile on his face.

"I guess you could call it a hobby," Neil replied.

The croc's hands moved down from Proto's shoulders to his biceps, then from his biceps to his forearms.

Neil rested his chin on Proto's shoulder and spoke softly to him, "Your name is Proto, right? I thought I heard you say that to Patrick this morning."

"Yep," Proto replied, "You know, it's funny. Out of everyone today, you're the first one to ask my name."

"I wouldn't read into it," Neil said as his thumbs began pressing into Proto's palms, "The guys here tend to take what they want. When you're big like us, people are inclined not to argue. You'd never think we'd pick strawberries for a living if you saw us on the street."

Neil stopped massaging and spun Proto to face him. With the back of his hand, he lovingly caressed Proto's cheek. Proto leaned into the gentle touch, somehow completely taken by this man he knew nothing about.

"Hey, Proto?" Neil asked, "My legs are a bit tired. You mind if I take a seat too?"

Proto was glad his tail was stubby. Otherwise, sitting on Neil's lap might've been uncomfortable. In the passenger seat of Proto's compact sedan, Neil held him against his chest. Hands holding hands, their arms were wrapped around Proto's stomach, and the two swayed gently to the music on the radio.

"You like this?" Neil asked.

Proto nodded.

Neil chuckled, "Yeah, it's nice. Still, I think I want a little more."

Neil untangled his fingers to slide his hands down Proto's shorts. Proto squirmed as fingers brushed along his shaft.

"I'm sorry, Proto," he whispered, "I know you probably wanted to cuddle or whatever, but remember what I told you? Most of us take what we want, and I really want you."

One of his hands traveled up Proto's naval and chest, and two fingers made slow circles over his nipple. Proto stifled a whimper as the croc continued to tease his sensitive spots. Neil was right; he was enjoying the cuddling, but he liked this, too. Though he might have been more critical or even angry, the little ceratopsian was too aroused to think clearly.

"That's a cute noise," Neil whispered, his breath now scorching hot against Proto's scales, "You kinda remind me of a dog; eager to please and so easily entertained. You're the type to do what other people say, right? It turns you on when people tell you what to do. You're an obedient little doggy in heat, begging for treats. I bet you haven't came today, have you? Yeah, they're not really the reciprocating type."

Neil's hand stopped teasing the tiny shaft to undo Proto's shorts and pull them down around his ankles. Proto's dick was twitching now, desperate to climax. That same hand rose to Proto's mouth to give him something to suck on while Neil continued to talk into Proto's burning ear.

"You probably don't want to hear this, but I'm not gonna let you cum either. I like it more this way. I've gotten good at playing with people. I know all the spots. Huh, you're not wearing any underwear. I'm guessing Jeb took them from you. The allosaurus with a femboy fixation, yeah? Honestly, I'm surprised he didn't take all your clothes. He's harmless, really. Well, relatively harmless. I was hoping you still had them. I wanted to stuff them in your mouth; make you taste your own juices."

Neil's fingers pulled away from Proto's mouth and traveled back down. The croc spread the soft legs with his own, clearing a way for his hand to reach in between. It went lower, past Proto's thighs, until it finally reached Proto's hole.

"You're loose," he said as he slipped his fingers effortlessly inside, "I should've expected that. My fingers won't really do, but I bet my dick would."

He lifted Proto's legs up with one arm, and with his free hand, he inserted his half-boner into Proto's hole. He gently let him back down, and Proto could feel the soft rod penetrate further and further.

"Mmmmhh. Your guts are warm," Neil told him, "Sun baked. I like it. It's kinda like a sock. Not sure if you know the feeling; I can't imagine anyone letting you top them. You probably want me to fuck your ass now, right? You want to rub your tiny cock so you can cum while I'm inside you. Or can you cum hands free? I'm not gonna risk it either way. I already told you; I'm not letting you cum."

One arm wrapped tight around Proto's chest, immobilizing him, while fingers tickled his shaft again. Proto could feel the cock swell inside him, pushing out like a balloon. The croc moved his hips in sporadic, lazy circles, and Proto began to whimper in need.

"There it is. That cute little noise you make. Sorry if you don't like sadistic guys, I just love making people want it. Need it. It feels good. Heh, I guess you do like sadistic guys. Just look at how bad your dick wants to cum. Your hole is gripping my cock whenever you whimper like that. All the more reason to drag this out. You know, there's one thing I've been wanting to do, and I think I'm gonna do it. Let me know how much this hurts."

Before Proto could process Neil's whispers, he felt pointed teeth and a powerful jaw bite down on his heart-shaped crest. It pushed through the thin layer of scales and to the bone. It hurt like crazy, making Proto's body inject adrenaline into his veins, but the increased blood flow and heightened senses made the oxytocin and dopamine flow faster. His whole body shuddered as it tried to deal with the mixing chemicals, and it felt amazing.

"I half expected your blood to taste as sweet as you smell," Neil said, unclenching his jaw, "Do you wanna beg for me? You wanna beg and call me daddy? I'd like that. Would you do it, just for me?"

He didn't wait for Proto's answer before he bit down again. Proto felt like he was going crazy with each beat of his own heart. He was being kept a breath away from ejaculating, but whenever he thought it would finally happen, Neil ripped him back again. Logic was losing its meaning, and Proto felt words spill out of his mouth like water.

"I like it when you hurt me, daddy! I like warming your cock with my body! I wanna cum daddy! I wanna get fucked until I cum, daddy! I wanna be fucked and hurt and filled with cum! Fill me with your seed, daddy!"

Everything stopped, and Proto heard Neil laugh behind him.

"I loved that. Fuck that was hot. You really are a slut, aren't you? A really fucking needy one. I don't think I'll be enough on my own. Good thing they're here to help."

Neil reached for the car door and pulled on the handle. It opened with a pop, and a rough hand grabbed the side. The door swung out, revealing all the other workers standing outside with grins on their faces and hands on their groins.

The megalosaurus holding the door chuckled with a deep, gravely voice, and said, "I'm down to try."

The inside of the stucco house wasn't exactly what Proto had expected. It was closer to an oversized break room as opposed to a real house, yet the layout suggested it once was a house. What was really weird was the tile flooring. The massive main room had huge white squares that felt like they were made of something a little thicker than ceramic. It didn't match the kitchen, which had linoleum, or the carpeted single hallway that led further into the house. Almost in the middle of the room was a ragged couch that Proto was tossed on after being stripped and carried inside. Laying sideways, too exhausted to really think about his situation, Proto watched as eight of the nine men pulled off their clothes and tossed them in a pile.

Of them, he knew Neil, Will, Mac, and the allosaurus he now knew was named Jeb. Then there was the megalosaurus he first met at the truck. Of everyone there, he was the bulkiest by far, and definitely the most intimidating. Then there was the ceratosaurus, who looked small compared to everyone else but Proto, and the stegosaurus, who had a similar physique to Mac. Those two sat with him at lunch, and now he knew why. He recognized another that sat across from him while he was eating; a chubby cheeked olorotitan with a tall, red, Mohawk-like crest on his head. The ninth man, the sauropod with the clipboard, wasn't interested in participating. When they all got inside, he walked down the carpeted hall, returned with a cardboard box he set on the ground, and walked back into the hall.

In the dream-like state Proto was in, a thought pierced his mind.

"Hey guys?" He squeaked

Everyone stopped somewhat in surprise to look at Proto.

"I never asked, but, um, when do I get the, like, jam and pie and stuff?"

The men exchanged a look, then burst out in laughter. Proto snapped out of his mental fog, but didn't know if he should be confused, embarrassed, or both.

Neil wiped away a tear, "Aha, that explains so much."

"We don't have that shit," Will said, stepping forward, "You see any chicks around here?"

Mac pointed an arm out the window towards a pair of smoking towers in the distance, "Those berries get taken over there and processed. We don't use them for cooking."

Proto tilted his head, "Processed? Processed into what?"

Neil grinned and walked over to the box on the ground. He opened it, pulled out a squeeze-bottle, and tossed it into Proto's lap. The label on the bottle read "Big Barry's strawberry flavored all natural water-based lubricant gel, locally sourced for your pleasure".

Proto's eyes went wide, "Flavored Lube? That's what those berries are for?"

"The owners are cheap as fuck, too," The megalosaurus said, taking the bottle from Proto's hand, "They have the stress testers pick the berries to save money."

Proto's brain suddenly started to put the pieces together. It wasn't a coincidence that all the guys working here were huge, hung, and completely without reservations or shame. It also made sense why they didn't wear underwear, and why some didn't wear shoes. They probably started testing right after they were done picking, which would be right now.

"Damn, we got lucky," The megalosaurus said, grabbing Proto's chin and tilting it up to his eyes, "A scrawny whore like you taking a job like this. You like strawberries, or were you just hoping for cock? We got plenty of both."

"Com'on Evans," The ceratosaurus said with a snicker, "You're scaring him."

"Good. I bet his ass sucks your cock in when he gets scared. I wanna find out."

"Fuck, man. Can you go last?" Will whined, "Save some hole for the rest of us?"

"Fuck you will," The olorotitan barked, "You already fucked him. I got first dibs this time."

"Bunts, catch," Evans said, tossing the squeeze bottle at him, "Smear some of that on your dick and fuck his mouth so we can call it a taste test. Boss says we gotta review the new formula."

"Fucking whatever," Bunts grumbled, "It's all the fucking same."

He must've skipped the showers after work, but his cock was still full of flavor. Bunts didn't seem like he had sex with real people much, because he did almost all the work himself. When he stuck it in, he barely hesitated to start thrusting into Proto's neck. He used Proto's crest to twist and turn his head, looking for new positions and angles to enhance his experience. Proto was nervous he might accidentally snap his neck, but the tasty cock made it almost worth the risk. Much more quickly than anyone else, Proto felt his head get jerked painfully to one side as Bunts filled his mouth with hot, sticky semen.

"Did you put the lube on?" Mac asked from

somewhere behind Bunts.

"No! It's a throat, you don't need lube!" Bunts complained.

Will groaned, "I hope you get fucking fired, you peice of shit."

A pair of hands pulled Proto off of Bunts' cock and onto the arm of the couch.

A familiar voice said, "It's nice to touch your soft scales again, Proto. I missed you. I like you a lot. I gonna fill your ass up with lube, ok? I always wanted to fuck a girly ass dripping with lube. It's probably squishy. Squishy and soft."

Proto felt hard plastic press up against his anus, then his guts felt cold. First one, then two, then three bottles were squeezed into him until his body couldn't hold any more. He felt the cold goo leak out of his ass in a steady trickle. Then he felt a huge cock push half it out like water from a sponge. A good amount was pressed further inside, as well, making him feel bloated.

"It's soft," Jeb moaned, "It's really soft. Really really soft. And warm," he leaned forward, squishing Proto against the couch and forcing out even more lube, "You smell good. You smell so girly. Your scales smell like girly flowers. I love how your soft scales smell like a girl's."

Jeb didn't pull out very much when he thrusted. He stayed close so he could take deep whiffs of Proto's scent. His hands were restless, rubbing every part of Proto's body and savoring the touch. At the same time, he was squishing Proto's dick against the couch arm, making it impossible for the ceratopsian to get hard. Jeb moaned louder and louder, and pressed down harder and harder, crushing Proto's chest in stomach as he did so.

"You girly fucking boy! Take my fucking seed! My manly seed in your pussy!" Jeb shouted.

Hot semen was injected deep inside Proto's intestines, displacing the last of the cold lube and eventually dripping out itself. Jeb ducked down and started catching the cum in his mouth, slowly rising up until his mouth was over the hole and spitting the cum back inside.

"Get off him, you nasty fuck," The ceratosaurus barked, pulled Jeb back, "Don't be doing that shit when we're sharing a hole."

The newcomer shoved his cock in, grumbling about sloppy seconds and line-jumping. His thrusts were fast, but he occasionally paused when he was deep inside to make big circular motions with his hips. Hopefully it was doing something for him, because it was by far the least exciting fuck Proto had had today. Being stirred like a coffee straw was making him feel more spiny than ecstatic, so he was a little relieved when the stegosaurus lifted him up, laid down on the couch, and set him back down on his legs like a blanket. Without hesitation, Proto grabbed the cock in front of him and licked the tip like candy.

Will laughed, "You fat bastard, Phil. Can't even stand while you're having your dick sucked."

"Smarter, not harder," Phil replied with his head reclined.

"If you don't mind, little fella," Mac said as he poked Proto's cheek with the tip of his dick, "I'd like to feel that mouth again."

Proto took Mac's shaft in one hand and Phil's in the other. He switched back and forth between them; sucking one while stroking the other.

"You were right, Mac," Phil said, his body beginning to tense, "He's really good at this. Agh, I can't hold back."

"Me too," Mac said, "Hey, stick us both in your mouth. I wanna cum down your throat again."

Proto did what he was told. He stuck both tips in his mouth and tongued them while he stroked their shafts. With two groans, and one more from behind, he received heavy loads of semen from all three men he was pleasuring. By now, Proto could feel his stomach beginning to expand, heavy from the many ejaculations sprayed down his throat. The constant pressure from the men's weight and the rounded couch arm forced some of the goo back into his throat, threatening to pour out of his mouth.

"I saw you cum on the side of the couch just now," Neil said as he picked the bloated ceratopsian up, "I guess you can cum from being fucked alone. Must be nice. For you, I mean."

He laid down on the couch, holding Proto belly up on his chest. Grabbing another bottle of lube, he doused his arm up to his elbow, twisting and turning his hand to ensure it was coated equally. He slid Proto up until his butt was at shoulder height and his back was against the couch arm. This gave Neil the perfect angle to slide his hand up Proto's gaping hole, still leaking a mixture of white and clear fluids.

"It went in pretty easy," Neil said, "Can you still feel down there? No? I wonder how much of you is numb."

His hand balled into a fist, and that fist traveled further and further into Proto. Proto couldn't speak, only gasp and moan as more and more of him was stretched out. The sensation was divine, traveling straight to his brain and fueling the fire burning that licked every neuron. Twisting and punching, Neil stretch Proto's needy ass all the way up to the elbow, only stopping when he was convinced there was enough space. He pulled Proto back down to his stomach and onto his shaft. The hole was so loose, it went in with almost no effort at all.

"Good, you're all warmed up," Neil told him, then he called out, "Hey, Will!"

"What?" Will shouted back, "You want something?"

Neil reached down and pulled Proto open a little wider, "You wanna join me in here?"

Will walked up and kneeled on the couch. He lift Proto's legs and placed them on his shoulders, giving him a clear view. Neil must have underestimated how wide he needed Proto to be, because Proto could feel his ass stretch painfully far apart to accommodate both of the thick rods. Will moved first, using the same power and speed as he did before, only this time he dragged Neil along with him.

"Fuck. You know, I'm not really into sharing," Will told Proto, "But your fucking tight like this. Ah shit. You like taking two dudes at once? Fuck yeah you do."

The two cocks were deep in Proto's ass now. Proto could feel some of the cum in his gut starting to rise as his intestines were smooshed by the the men.

"Fuck! You love this fucking dick, don't you!?" Will shouted, "You look like you can't think, cock slut. Ah fuck, this is good. Your phone in your car? I was gonna get your number, but I don't know if you'll be able to give it to me. I'm gonna put my number in your phone. I'll take a pic of my cock, too, so you know why I'm texting you."

"I'll do the same," Neil said, "I'm not sure It's safe to let you drive, now that you're drunk on cum. I'm gonna drive you home. You got your address in your gps, yeah? I gotta spend the night, though. Hope you don't mind."

"Drunk on cum," Will laughed, "How 'bout another drink, fucking whore!"

Will was first, but Neil came shortly after. Now Proto could really feel his gut inflate with seed as what felt like pints of cum flooded his insides.

Drunk was an accurate analogy. Proto's head was on fire, his body felt like a cloud, and his eyes could barely stay open. They swam in his skull, as well as half formed thoughts and feelings. It was over, though, right? They all had a turn. Would they want another? Numbers floated into his mind; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7... Something was missing. No, someone was missing. What was their name again?

Proto didn't know why or when he slid off the couch, now sitting on the ground, but he did know why a shadow was cast over him. Evans towered above him, blocking the light from the ceiling lamp overhead. When he first got naked, Proto hadn't noticed Evans dick. Not because it was small, but because it was the exact opposite. Proto thought it was a veiny muscle on his thigh; it was too big to be anything else. It hung down past his knees, and the megalosaurus' big hand could barely hold it. It seemed impossible that Evans hadn't passed from the sheer quantity of blood that had to be diverted to his erection, but the giant looked no less steady than he was this morning.

Sudden clarity rushed into Proto as he stammered, "Wa-wait. It- it won't fit. I can't-"

But it didn't work. Evans turned him around, hooked his arms under Proto's, and lifted him up. The giant brought him to his chest, and straddled him on the base of his rod. Proto's blood flowed colder as he sat suspended by the pillar between his legs. Evans adjusted his hold, instead wrapping one arm around Proto's swollen belly, and tilted him over his shoulder. With his other hand, he grabbed his monster cock and lined it up with Proto's hole. The head alone spread the already gaping anus further apart. When Evans began lowering him onto it, Proto felt like he would tear at any second. He went further and further down, his body being reshaped to the impossibly huge cock inside of him. The cum in his stomach was pushed up into his throat and eventually out of his mouth. It poured out of his mouth and nose like vomit, splattering on the ground in a puddle.

"Still alive," Evans said when Proto reached near enough to the base, "You were bitchin' and moanin' over nothin', dumb bitch," He reached down to rub the head of his cock that bulged out of Proto's chest, "I think I saw some lube mixed in with that cum you just threw up. We'll count that as a taste test. I better make sure you answer the survey like you're supposed to. Hey! Someone go grab a survey from Pat! And some tape!"

Proto could hear someone walking away before Evans finished. Meanwhile Evans started slowly bouncing Proto up and down with drawn out strokes, pushing even more seed out. A few seconds later, the footsteps came back. Evans grabbed one of Proto's hands and pulled it open, then pressed a pen into his palm and closed it again. Next, he wrapped masking tape tightly over the fist, binding Proto's hand shut. Had Proto had any capacity to think, he may have told the beast that he was left handed, not right, but even Proto's brain felt as crushed as his guts.

A clipboard with a questionnaire was thrust into his line of vision, and Evans' voice boomed in his ear, "You're gonna answer these fucking questions exactly how I tell you to. You fucking listening to me?"

"I'm not sure he can," Will said, "He looks out of it."

Evans growled, "Worthless slut," and knocked Proto in the head with the heel of his palm, "Answer the fucking questions," He lifted Proto's taped up hand and dropped it on the paper like a record needle, "Sign your name."

Weakly, Proto moved his hand barely enough to scratch out some lines on the paper.

Evans laughed, "I fucking knew you were being dramatic. Now I'm really gonna fuck you stupid."

His hips began to move again, making the task even harder for Proto. The strawberry loving Dino felt his brain slip in and out of sanity as his blood cells were slowly replaced by clumps of serotonin. After Proto's scribbles reached the edge of the paper, Evans grabbed his hand again, this time dropping it at the top of a column of boxes.

"First question," Evans said, "How did you hear about Big Barry's strawberry- whatever. How'd you hear about us? Advertisement, friend or family member, online, other."

"Flyer, right?" Phil said.

"Yeah, but that was just the strawberries," Mac said, "He didn't know about the lube."

"We told him, so friends or family?" Jeb suggested, "We're his friends now, right?"

"Good enough," Evans said, stopping just for a moment, "Alright, now tick the box."

Proto tried, but he couldn't. His arms felt like jelly weighed down with sandbags.

"Come the fuck on, bitch!" Evans groaned, "It's your fucking survey!"

When Proto didn't move, Evans crushed his hand in his own and dragged the pen over the box in a single slash.

"Fucking stupid slut. A fucking dog could do this! Fuck it. Next question; out of five stars, how would you rate your experience? Five stars, of course."

"Do four," Bunts said.

"Why the fuck would we do four?" Will snapped, "Look at him! That's five star level shit."

"Yeah, but it's more realistic," Bunts argued.

"Five stars," Evans said, moving the pen across the box, "Would you recommend us to others?"

"Oo! Oo! Yes! Say yes!" Jeb said excitedly, "If he says yes, maybe he'll bring some of his girly friends! Then we can fuck them too!"

"Yes," Evens said, "Would you say Big- whatever. Better or worse than other brands. Better. If given the choice, would you choose a different brand over us. If yes, please write down which."

Will scoffed, "He's not going back. Wait, fuck. Hey, Evans. Can you hurry up and finish? I don't want him to get used to your cock. It's not fair to everyone else."

"Don't tell me what to do, fucker," Evans growled, " No. Do you prefer your products to be environmentally friendly?"

"Why do they even ask that?" The ceratosaurus huffed, "Who would say no?"

"No," Evans chuckled, "Do you like our strawberry flavor?"

"Fucking Bunts," Will murmured.

"Fuck you!" Bunts yelled, "I'm not the only one who didn't put it on!"

Mac and Phil remained silent.

Evans tapped the side of Proto's head, "I don't think we're getting an answer out of this dumb bitch."

"He probably liked it," Jeb said, "He had strawberry lipstick."

"Chapstick," Neil corrected, "And it's pretty obvious he likes strawberries, so just check yes."

"Fine," Evans said, slashing another box, "What flavors would you like to see us produce next?"

The room went quiet, save for the noise of Evan's' heavy balls slapping against Proto's ass.

"Watermelon," Will threw out.

"Watermelon?" A few said together.

Will raised his voice in defense, "Watermelon is the only flavor you can't fuck up!"

"I don't want to pick watermelons all day," Mac said, folding his arms.

"Hey, hey, what if it was, like, whatever he smells like?" Jeb said, pointing a twitchy finger at Proto.

Evans took a deep whiff, "He smells like cum and dick. Naw, but there's something in there."

"It's jasmine," Neil said, "I saw a bottle of hand lotion in his car."

Jeb looked ready to bolt outside at the mention of the lotion.

"That's a flower. No one wants to suck on a flower," Phil said, shaking his head.

"Well we gotta pick something," Bunts whined.

"Whiskey," Evans said, ticking the last box and tossing the clipboard aside, "You still conscious, cumrag? I need you to be conscious for this."

Without warning, Evans' thick hand grabbed Proto's throat and began to squeeze. Fear pierced Proto's heart, and suddenly he was aware again.

"Yeah, that's it," Evans said in a gravelly purr, "Get scared. Get fucking terrified."

Proto was. A new sense of light-headedness began clashing with the pleasure overload as he clawed at Evans' arm.

"Fuck. You squeeze fucking tight when you get freaked out," Evans said, "I gotta see this."

The hand let go, giving Proto a chance to gulp down oxygen, and even more when Evans' took his meat out. It was only for a moment though. He was tossed unceremoniously onto the couch, rocking it backwards and nearly tipping it over. With no time to protest, Evans stepped in between his legs, splitting them apart, and shoved his cock back inside Proto's ruined ass. Both hands wrapped around his neck this time, pushing him into the cushions. The sadistic behemoth's devilish eyes locked with his, though the water accumulating in his vision blurred the wicked visage.

"Hell yeah," Evans chuckled, "I like your face when you look like your about to cry. You gonna piss yourself, kid? You gonna cry and piss your pants?"

Part of Proto wanted to get away, but for some reason, the more he was belittled the better it all felt. His brain went into a state of delusional euphoria as oxygen failed to reach it. The last of the cum in his gut was being pushed out now as Evans thrusted even harder than before.

"I'll crack your fucking ribs if I keep fucking you like this," Evans said with a smile.

Lost in the masochistic joy, Proto almost didn't notice that something touching his foot until it started moving.

"I liked seeing your feet bounce. It makes you look like a doll," Jeb said as he slid his dick back and forth on Proto's sole.

"I never really tried that before," Neil said, grabbing Proto's other foot, "Looks fun."

Will was next to act. He grabbed Proto's hand and wrapped it around his shaft.

"I've fuck your ass and mouth. Handjob's the last one," He said.

Evans growled, "You're cramping me."

"Wish you had some more limbs, kid," Mac said with a shrug, "I'll admit, though, just watching is enough for me."

Proto's brain had gone over the edge by now, and all he wanted was to please as many men as possible. If only they could rub their fat cocks against his scales all at once. Used him in any way they wanted. He came again at some point, but by now he barely cared. It wasn't his satisfaction that mattered. Evans' cock swelled inside him, stretching him to his absolute limit.

Evans gritted his teeth, "Fuck. I'm gonna nut. You better close your fucking eyes."

They were already closed. Good thing too, as Evans pulled his meat out again and sprayed Proto with hot, stick, salty seed, followed by everyone else. It covered his face up to his crest, and when he could bring in oxygen again, he opened his eyes to see the men grinning down at him.

Almost all the men were gone a few minutes later. Evans was the first to go, turning to leave almost immediately after he nutted. Then it was Mac, Bunts, and the ceratosaurus, whose name Proto never learned. Phil asked Jeb if he wanted a ride, but Jeb declined. He, Will, and Neil were the three who remained with Proto. Will had a problem with Neil being the only one to know Proto's home address, so he decided he would come home with Proto, too. Jeb jumped at the opportunity to enter Proto's home, and still wanted the bottle of lotion in his car. So Proto, Neil, Will, and Jeb all piled into the compact sedan and left the stucco house on the edge of the strawberry field.