Chapter 7 – Restrained Raptor

Terry's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the shockwave of pleasure rocked his body. Mycaelis' ministrations quickly causing him to blow his load into his boyfriends maw. He lent back against the wall, breathing heavily. He probably would have slumped to the floor if his boyfriend hadn't have pressed his claws against his chest as he lifted his head back up.

For a moment the two dinosaurs looked at each other and smiled. Terry opened his mouth to say a breathy, "I love y-…" to Mycaelis, but was cut off when the raptor rubbed his muzzle against his own and put his tongue in his maw in a Dino version of a kiss. Although Mycaelis had swallowed, Terry could still taste himself on the other…it was strangely nice.

Too bad the t-rex's arms weren't long enough to hug his boyfriend back. Even up against the wall, with their bodies pressed together and Mycaelis' claws on his chest and side, he couldn't get them all at way around the velociraptors back. He settled for petting him on the side.

"What do you think it is Doctor Z needs to repair with this Alpha Metal he wants us to collect," Terry mused, when the kiss finally ended, and they were rubbing noses gently, the tyrannosaur wrapped tightly in the raptors arms.

"Ha, what doesn't the crazy old bastard need to repair," scoffed Mycaelis. "Everything he makes breaks down eventually. We're lucky this this contraption hasn't fallen out of the sky."

"At least if it did, I'd die exactly where I'd want to," said Terry. He pressed his head into Mycaelis' chest and closed his eyes. A moment later he opened one and whispered, "seriously though, don't jynx it."

Mycaelis chuckled…a moment too soon it transpired, as that was when there was an almighty BUMP, and they felt the ground drop beneath their foot claws…

Panic took over the cockpit as the Alpha Transport lurched forward and the looming shape of skyscrapers came racing up to meet them. Almost like a maw filled with jagged teeth waiting to swallow them up.

"What the hell is going on now," snapped Ursula to Zander and Ed. She of course was seated behind the other two at the console – piloting the craft, as she had insisted, was not her job.

"It looks like the engines overheated," cried Zander, staring at something flashing on the screen in front of him. "And the backup generator can't start the coolant pump because it's out of fuel."

"Hey Ursula," said Ed, frowning and looking over his shoulder at her. "Wasn't that your job to fill it up."

"NEVER MIND THAT," screamed Ursula. "We've got to throw stuff off to stay in the air…"

"I regret saying I'd die happy here," Terry muttered, exchanging a smirk with his boyfriend as they helped lifted the contents of the cargo hold onto Tank the Saichania's back to carry over to the door to be dumped off the side of the aircraft.

"With you or without you," rumbled Mycaelis. "I'll be damned if I escaped the asteroid strike to die in one of Doctor Z's crappy contraptions."

"Aren't we need the Alpha droids later," queried Ed, as he and Ursula pushed the non-essential equipment – large cone shaped metal objects – off Tank and out the door.

One by one, the cone shaped objects dropped from the Alpha Transport craft. Parachutes opened as they fell away, riding on an updraft. After a few scary moments, the craft started to level out.

"It's working, I think we're going to make it," Ed shouted happily.

"Lucky for you Ed," said Ursula. "Because you were going to be the next to go!"

[Dinosaur]

Meanwhile, back on Zeta Point…

"Mmmmrrrphh….D-a-m-n y-o-u R-o-d…"

Blue groaned into his gag, as he tugged at his restraints hoping for them to give way, but to no avail. The vibrator attached to his dick was driving him mad. Enough to provide a constant source of stimulation but insufficient to bring him the climax his little lizard brain desired. He tapped his right foot claw against the bed railing, and humped at the air, desperate for even the tiniest amount of friction.

"Da-da-dada-da…Blue."

Rod, for his part, hummed to himself as he showered, taking his time. He was having a great shower. The hot water pouring from the showerhead not only washed the sweat and dirt of several hours of hard work in the sweaty hangar but did wonders for his aching muscles and the crick in his back. And of course, through the open door he had a perfect view of Blue squirming around on the bed.

Ooh, just thinking about what he could do with him!

But Rod resisted the urge to…use…the imagery for the time being, preferring to save himself for real thing. A choice not made easy by his own raging hardon and the sounds of Blue's muffled groans. He finished soaping, shampooing, and rinsing himself off in the shower, turned off the water and stepped out.

Ursula was certainly not in short supply of luxury soaps, conditioners, and fluffy towels. "Wonder why I don't use this bathroom more often," Rod muttered to himself with a chuckle as he dried himself off and dressed. "Oh yeah, she'd kill me!"

His boilersuit laying on the bedroom floor, and his socks and vest jammed in Blue's mouth, the only garment he had to put on was his boxer shorts, leaving him bare-chested. Not that he minded – he wanted to tease Blue. And so, he stepped back into the bedroom and over to the bed. He looked up and down the restrained raptor.

Blue raised his head to look at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of annoyance, frustration, and pleading. He continued to squirm, his cock standing proudly to attention, throbbing, and oozing precum.

"Well, somebody's keen," Rod said with a smirk, as he switched off the vibrator and slipped the belt off Blue's muzzle.

Blue spat the vest and socks out of his maw and rounded on him. "How long do you take to have a shower," he yelled, scowling at his human boyfriend.

Rod gave him a coy smile. "It was a normal amount of time."

"It felt like an hour to me." Blue flashed his teeth at him.

Rod smirked at him, loving the anger and need on his face. "Hey this was your idea remember." Emphasis placed on the word you. "And if anyone catches us, I'm sunk. So, I'm taking all the risk. So, I think it only fair that you have to put up with some frustration for a while."

"The point of brining you here was to alleviate my sexual frustration," Blue grumbled. "Not increase it. Now can you please get me off." The anger and assertiveness gave way to neediness around the word please, the raptors voice breaking.

Rod couldn't help but giggle. It was just so cute – the usually fearsome creature, tied and restrained and render helpless, oscillating between composed dominance in spite of situation, and need and submissiveness.

"All in good time," said Rod, as he clambered onto the bed, and straddled Blue's chest so his tent was near the end of his nose. "But it's my turn first. Don't be selfish."

Blue clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Get your pants off then."

Rod folded his arms and shook his head. "Nup, you do it. You're a dinosaur you have teeth."

"You little runt. Wait until I get free," replied Blue dangerously. Nevertheless, he leaned his head forward and grabbed the elastic of Rod's boxers with his teeth. Taking some pity on him, Rod shifted, raising himself up a bit so it was easier for the raptor to pull them down, allowing his member to pop out.

The rest was simple. Blue placed his jaws around Rod's cock and balls and worked them with his tongue. Rod let out a moan of pleasure as the raptor licked and sucked both his twig and berries, in his warm maw. An incredible sensation not even marred if his items occasionally came into contact with Blue's sharp teeth. The pleasure was worth the small amount of pain.

"Y-you're amazing," Rod moaned. "Hey…I'm about…to."

It didn't take long for the pleasure to build towards climax. Blue wasn't deterred and continued to work Rod's shaft until he released into his maw with aloud moan. Blue quickly swallowed his lover's cum before releasing him from his mouth.

"How was that," said Blue. "Satisfied," he added before Rod could respond. "Good. Then fucking get me off, I can't remember the last time I this horny."

Rod chuckled at the sight of the desperation on Blue's face and decided not to ignore his need any longer. He moved down the bed towards the raptors cock. It was hard not to be envious of the dinosaur. Blue's cock was three times longer than his feeble human member and twice as wide, covered in supple spines. It was nice and slick with pre. Lying beside him, Rod gripped the based with his right hand and put the tip in his mouth.

"Ahhhh…Rod," Blue at the sudden wave of pleasure. He squirmed, his toe claws curling as Rod worked at the tip. Rod swirled his tongue around it, and teased one of the supple spines, feeling the raptor's cock throb in his mouth.

Rod knew all the tell-tale signs of when Blue was about to release; the curling and tapping of the toe-claws, the faster breathing, and the increase in tension in his body. Blue was so closed to the edge, practically one claw on the summit, when…Rod took his cock out of his mouth and let go of it leaving it to throb in the air and Blue to groan in frustration.

"You bastard. What type of lover are you. I'm going to make you regret this when it's my turn. Doctor Z might not crucify you, but I certain will."

"Alright, alright," laughed Rod, a wide grin spreading across his face. "You win." He took hold of the raptors shaft again and vigorously stroked it. Blue threw his head back, moaning as the pleasure built again.

Feeling the raptor throb under his ministrations, Rod aimed his dick, so it was pointed at Blue's face right before he released. A volley of Velociraptor jizz splashed across his chest and face, covering his nose and eye. Blue was forced to clear it off with his tongue.

Rod stood back to admire his…handiwork still grinning broadly. "Happy now!"

Blue lay his head back on the pillow and shifted his body side to side. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it…Hey, I think I read somewhere that jizzing makes you more ticklish."

Blue's eyes widened and he raised his head to stare at Rod again. "Don't you dare!"

[Dinosaur]

Back with the rest of the Alpha Gang…

Terry felt the bottom fly out of his stomach as the Alpha Transport craft made an emergency landing. He gripped Mycaelis tightly his heart pounding in his chest. Mycaelis was more stoic in response to the situation, standing ridged with a hard expression on his face, seemingly unaffected by the sudden change in g-forces.

Nevertheless, he hugged his tyrannosaurus boyfriend back and held him tightly to comfort him. Together they were taking it better than the other two dinosaurs. Spiny lay on the floor with his claws over his eyes and Tank had curled into a ball.

The Alpha Transport craft had finally run out of the small fuel reserve it had left, and with the engines about to burn out, there was nothing for it but to make an emergency landing. That in turn meant having to descend rapidly. Everyone onboard, dinosaur and human had taken positions in the cockpit, bracing themselves for what promised to be a rough impact.

"Brace yourselves," cried out Zander. "Impact in thirty seconds."

"Where do you want me to set her down," cried Ed. "We're in the middle of a city!"

"Well then search for an open space," shirked Ursula. "What do I have you two here for."

Skyscrapers, cranes, and pavement surrounded the craft like an army. A monster of steel, concrete, and glass ready to swallow them up.

"There's a large construction site about ten kilometres ahead," said Zander. "Adjust thirty degrees so the north-west and gun it."

"Rodger…HERE WE GO!"

One final drop and a burst of speed. Terry held onto Mycaelis as tightly as he could, closing his eyes and pressing his face into the raptor's chest and neck.

CRACK!

The cockpit shook horribly and there was a sickening crutch of metal on ground as the Alpha Transport Craft finally touched down. Terry opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He was still breathing heavily.

"You okay," whispered Mycaelis.

"Yeah. I think so."

The Raptor shook his head. "Fucking old geyser and his contraptions. If we were meant to fly, we would have been born Pterosaurs."

"Oh crap! I'm going to hurl."

Terry and Mycaelis broke apart and turned, just in time to see Spiny rise to his feet, double over and vomit all over the floor. A river of bile, fish heads, bones and other unpleasant looking, foul-smelling stuff pouring from his long narrow jaws. Not a problem for the dinosaurs, but it had the humans turning their noses up.

"Ugh," Ed grimaced. "Yuck! I think I just lost my appetite."

"Well, you're cleaning it up Ed," snapped Ursula. "It was your flying that made poor Spiny airsick in the first place.

"Well, I don't see how that's fair," Ed mumbled. "Seeing as we only had to make an emergency landing because you didn't fill up the…" He trailed off under the look Ursula gave him.

"WHAT WAS THAT ED!"

"Uh, nothing!"

"Fuck I hate flying," Spiny moaned, shaking his head, before looking down at his puddle of sick. "Oh well, waste not want not." He lowered his head, extending his tongue to lap up as much of the puddle as he could.

"Do you have to do that now spiny," said Terry, coxing his head. "You know that grosses the humans out."

As if on que, Ursula let out a cry of "Gross," jumping up from her seat and making for the exit. "I can't take this smell a moment later. C'mon let's get to work."

"Right." Ed and Zander followed suit.

Tank chose this moment to raise his head and grumble, "What's going on. Why did you wake me."

Mycaelis frowned at him. "Don't tell me you were asleep through that madness!"

Tank shrugged. "Must have dozed off."

"Seriously," said Terry.

Tank shrugged. "Why'd you wake me. I was having the nicest dream. I dreamt I had wings and breathed fire. I got pregnant from a rodent I did."

There was a general groan from the other dinosaurs, save for Spiny still busy…eating.

[Dinosaur]

"ufo…UFO…"

"A Monster, Ahhhh…"

"It's an alien invasion…Run for your lives…"

The arrival of the strange looking Alpha Transport in the middle of the construction site had already had several of the workers fleeing. Full sized, Terry, Spiny and Mycealis, with sharp teeth and big claws, cleared away the rest. The site was soon filled with a steady stream of men in vests and hardhats running for the exit and the street beyond.

"MRAAHH…" Terry snapped playfully at a passing construction worker, who let out a high-pitched scream and put on a burst of speed. Scaring the human was fun. He just had to resist the urge to make one of them a snack.

"Is that all of them," asked Zander as the last few workmen fled through the gates and a deathly silence fell over the site.

"Seems to be," said Ed, looking around.

"Raah," Terry roared and nodded while Spiny shrugged. Mycaelis said nothing, but just remained standing with his claws raised, ready to attack should the need arise.

"Alright," shouted Ursula, clasping her hands together dramatically. "Prepare to deploy the Alpha Drill…"

The Alpha Drill was a large machine that resembled a bulldozer or tank. A great metal chassis on caterpillar tracks. Only in place of a gun or blade it had a large drill, capable of cutting through even the hardest rock.

A hatch on the bottom of the Alpha Transporter opened and ramp slid out, allowing it to roll out. It drove into the hole dug by the construction crew in the middle of the site and burrowed into the rock. The opening of a tunnel formed around it as the machine disappeared into the earth.

"According to my read outs there's a large deposit of Alpha metal about a kilometre underground directly to the west of here."

Terry and the others turned away from the tunnel and back to the Alpha Gang. Zander had taken out a large remote-control device – like a mini console that he slung around his neck on a strap. A tiny screen and controls allowed him to operate the drill in its course through the earth.

"Right," declared Ursula. "Once the machine strikes the deposit, we'll get Tank to dig it out and Spiny to roll it out with his claws."

Spiny let out a great groan, holding his snout with his claws. "Oh great. More work." Under his breath he added, "lousy bossy humans!"

At that moment Tank sidled out of the Alpha Transport craft, yawing heavily and looking bleary eyed. Apparently, he had fallen back to sleep after they had landed! "Wh-what's all this racket. Did someone say my name?"

[Dinosaur]

"Let's see…I put a cross there and…I win." Mycaelis slashed his claw across the tic-tac-toe board crudely drawn into the dirt, making a line though three X's down the side, and looked up at Terry smiling. "…again."

The Tyrannosaur grimaced and sighed. "Well, it's harder for me. I can't see the ground as easily."

The raptor coxed his head and frowned. "Really, that's your excuse. I did tell you. Master the corners and you'll never fail."

"Meh…Why are we playing this stupid game anyway," Terry groaned, scratching away the game with his right foot claw as he had the last four.

Mycaelis shrugged. "Can you think of a better way to pass the time?"

"Well, you could try helping," came an irritable Spiny, as he rolled a large ball of earth out of the tunnel. His scales and spines were covered in dirt, mud, and dust from the inside of the earth, and he wore a scowl. "I'm the one doing all the work. If you two helped out, we could do this three times as fast."

Mycaelis grinned and shrugged. "Hey, the old lady told us to stay out here and keep guard, so that's what we're doing."

"I HEARD THAT," Ursula's voice echoed from out of the mouth of the tunnel.

"Besides, short arms here aren't exactly built for handling balls, if you know what I mean."

Terry glowered at his boyfriend. "Hey Mykie…Ouch!"

Spiny snorted. "Oh, you wait. I'll get you for this." He rolled the ball of earth over to a large yellow skip and lifted it over the sides and inside, before turning and heading back into the tunnel. All the while muttering, "lousy raptor. He's just as capable of rolling this crap as me. Stupid old lady making us do this work. I'm not a blasted Docofossor…"

"I AM NOT AN OLD LADY…"

"Ha sucker," Mycaelis chuckled as he watched Spiny disappear into the tunnel. He looked back up at his boyfriend and added, "anyway. While they're toiling away down there. Why don't we have some fun."

Terry rolled his eyes. "Please, not more tic-tak-toe!"