Muldoon listened to his prey cooing, reveling in the frantic mewling of his swarthy mate.
'Now there's a good girl'
'Umm…' purred Malcolm, too ecstatic to object to being called a girl. He didn't even care after thinking about it for a moment – what's wrong with being a girl?
'Good, good,' Muldoon said gently, making sure he sounded kind and reassuring and not like a lecherous creep. Positive reinforcement is important when taming an animal.
Malcolm continued to enjoy his training. 'Mmm' he whimpered. He stretched luxuriously and felt every nerve in his body tingle. Nobody had ever made him feel as exquisite and beautiful as Muldoon was making him feel right now. Muldoon rolled his shoulders and readied his mind to begin the next phase of training. He put down the feather he had been agitating Malcolm's left foot with. Malcolm stopped vocalizing, initially feeling the urge to complain, but stopped himself because he didn't want to disappoint Muldoon by appearing impatient. Although they had known each other for less than 24 hours, Malcolm felt very strongly about Muldoon; he was kind, yet stern when he needed to be, resourceful and level-headed, brave and noble… Malcolm could go on for hours.
He deeply admired Muldoon and hoped that he would reciprocate this sentiment. But respect needs to be earned, he constantly reminded himself. Probably hourly.
He felt like he was drifting off in a cloud, miles from this discordant control room. Muldoon was using the edge of his nail to stimulate the center of the lusty beast's right foot, gently running it up and down its sizable length. Muldoon marveled at the loaf of bread-length mammoths, but knew that they were in perfect proportion to the rest of the tall man's appendages. What a beautiful specimen, surely one of the finest Muldoon had ever had the pleasure of navigating a life-or-death situation with. Muldoon had only been with a select few men before, as he was in it for the long haul. A caring, monogamous mammal who mated for life. He accepted it when his partners found they had become different people over the years – there was no bitterness, so sense of entitlement to have a place in their lives. They deserved the best, and it was no big deal if they grew to need a different strain of 'best'. He regarded all of his past loves fondly, for they had held an important place in his life, and continued to do so in memory. This was the same way he cared for all of his friends, not just the ones he tickled.
The past few hours had felt like an eternity, not because of the danger and fear, but because Dr. Ian Malcolm had enchanted him so fully. He was a man of knowledge, clever and cavalier in his teachings, espousing a truly different theory of existence than every intellectual who had come before him. Muldoon was awestruck, completely willing to be lectured on chaos theory for a good forty-five minutes, while everyone else chose to scamper off to look at revived coprolites.
Training was winding down – Malcolm was panting, hovering on the brink of pleasure exhaustion. Muldoon regarded him with fondness, taking in the heavenly sight of his beautiful boy. He let him down gently, slowing his ministrations while simultaneously decreasing the pressure. Malcolm tensed his entire body one more time, gasped weakly, and shuddered as every muscle from his head to his toes went slack, making him feel like pampered jelly. He gazed deeply into Muldoon's glistening eyes, knowing that the mutual respect they had cultured during this short time was real and durable, built to last.
Malcolm threw back his head and chortled throatily
'Now that's chaos theory!'