"But that isn't the real reason I brought you here," Rex confessed as he finished telling the story about his father, smiling a little awkwardly.

"Then what is?" Timmy asked.

Rex responded by gently ruffling the human's hair, using his thumb claw to stroke over the boy's cheek. Taking the boy by the shoulders, he backed him gently up against the statue.

"Just wanted some private time for us, kiddo... it's about time I gave you the official Saur City welcome."

His big clawed hands fumbled with the front of Timmy's jeans. He grunted in mild annoyance as the little button refused to give way. His big thick fingers were just too clumsy for such a tiny button on such small garments. His eyes bulging, Timmy's initial response was to grab at Rex's wrists and shove his hands away. The older saurian took a few steps back, more in surprise than from the puny force the boy had applied, and Timmy looked up into his face. He saw sadness and rejection in the hooded reptilian eyes. He licked his lips.

Wordlessly, he nodded and unbuttoned his jeans himself, then leaned back against the statue, feeling it wobble a bit but hold, a somewhat cool sweat breaking out on his flesh. There were other people in the world besides Timmy Shepherd, he'd been told. And now he was beginning to recognize that. Rex was his hero, and if he rejected his advances after the dinosaur had told him his deepest and most shameful secrets, refused to bare his body to Rex after Rex had bared his soul to him, then he'd be nothing but the selfish little boy everyone thought he was.

"Thank you, Timmy," Rex said, his voice deep and husky.

"Don't mention it, Rex," the boy replied.

The reptile bent and slid his hands inside the boy's pants, groping around his modest bulge through his underwear, and drew his face close to Timmy's until their lips met in a tender kiss. Timmy's eyelids fluttered and slid closed. He didn't see if Rex's did the same, but he assumed they did. Kissing with open eyes struck him as kinda creepy. Then again, he would've said the same thing about kissing a grown male dinosaur, but the fact it was Rex washed away all the shame and strangeness. He felt his little prepubescent cock stir and stiffen under Rex's touch, and he began enjoying what was happening for its own sake rather than simply being satisfied in the knowledge that he was pleasing his hero in his time of need.

After all, he realized that he had kind of liked Rex's muscular physique and manly presence all this time.

He was made to undress. His clothes were draped over a moss-covered log. He stood naked, bare before his hero, his little nub of boyhood standing stiff and proud from between his legs, as though reaching for Rex. The dinosaur stood back with his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, smirking as he inspected his prize. He'd known he wanted this boy the first time he saw him back in the bar, having been attracted to his short and slim appearance in comparison to the shaggy, unkempt humans he saw every day. It briefly made him wonder where in the world Timmy and his friends were from, but he brushed that thought aside; it didn't matter where Timmy came from, what mattered was that he was here now, with him, and tonight was going to last.

"Unzip me..."

Trembling, Timmy raised his hands up and undid the button on Rex's pants, then slowly tugged the zipper down. He found out instantly that his hero didn't wear underpants, as a full sixteen inches of thick, pulsing tyranno-cock spilled out, almost hitting him in the face. He jerked back in surprise, hefting the huge member in his little hands, eyes wide in wonder. He hadn't known a penis could be so massive.

"Like it?"

Timmy nodded and Rex grinned.

"My father and I used to play like this when I was little. How 'bout you and yours?"

Timmy stammered. No they most definitely hand't.

"Then he might be your father, but he isn't your Daddy..." Rex said in a mixture of disappointment and satisfaction. Disappointment that until now the boy had not known the intimate comfort and special bond of a boy and his Daddy and satisfaction that he'd get to be the one to finally show him. "But I am. As of now." He held up a clawed finger, wagging it gently, as though he were a teacher chiding a student. "From now on, when we're alone, I'd like you to call me Daddy. Do you think you can do that for me, champ?"

Timmy blushed hotly. "Sure I can, Rex! I mean Daddy!"

Rex's heart leapt. He scooped the human up in his arms and held him close to his broad, hard chest, burying his muzzle in Timmy's throat in a deep and tender nuzzle, a grumble of intense appreciation rumbling up from his depths. His cock throbbed harder in the open air. Timmy had called him Daddy and it made him ache with need and rumble happily with pleasure. He felt that if he could be a proper Daddy to Timmy he could more than make up for his own father's many shortcomings.

"Remember," he said, whispering into Timmy's ear, "whatever happens, Daddy loves you. Trust Daddy."

Timmy nodded, though he felt a small twinge of apprehension. What did Rex - Daddy - intend to do to him that would require him to trust him no matter what? He got his answer when he was gently set back down on the ground and then, gently but insistently, made to kneel. The rocks were slippery, but Daddy ensured he wouldn't fall by instructing him to brace himself against his legs, and then he bucked his hips and his fat cock flew up and hit Timmy across the face with a hard, wet smack that made the boy gasp. Groaning, Rex leaned back and repeated this gesture a few times, repeatedly slapping the human across his surprised face multiple times.

"Take it in your mouth, kiddo..."

Timmy obeyed his Daddy. Panting, he opened wide and slurped over the bulbous, fat head. It was not a taste he was prepared for. It was hot and musky, the odor intense and rich and masculine, but though it was absolutely overpowering, it wasn't unpleasant. It was the stink of manliness. Of Daddy. His eyes rolled up and back into his head as he gobbled happily down the length. Though Daddy gently guided him with a hand on the back of his head, warning him not to go too fast lest he choke, Timmy was so determined to impress his hero that he ignored Rex's gentle warnings and kept right on swallowing that monstrous member. Rex was indeed impressed, and decided that, since they were alone anyway there was very little he could do to the boy that anyone would ever know about, if Timmy wanted his first time blowing him to be as rough as possible, he was happy to oblige him.

After all, was he or wasn't he Tyrannosaurus rex, tyrant lizard king of the dinosaurs? He licked his lips, feeling his dominant predatory side oozing to the surface. Time to take this little human for a ride. And perhaps teach him not to be so impertinent and impatient. He grabbed at the sides of Timmy's head and rammed his mighty member further into the sucking mouth. Timmy felt the swollen cockhead slide down his throat, almost completely blocking it, so big around and thick it was, and he choked on that fat dick. His efforts to squirm away and pull back were stymied by Daddy's strong grip, though.

"You want it all on your first go, son..." Rex said smoothly, his voice so low it was almost a snakelike hiss, "you got it. Choke on my fat cock."

For a while there was no sound in the swampy environment but Rex's groans, gasps and grunts, and Timmy's muffled, strangled moans, and, of course, the slick, slimy splats, spluts and glorps of a young boy giving the blowjob of his life to his hero-saurus Daddy. Rex reveled in his domination of the human, powerful and uncompromising but not mean or cruel, throwing back his head and squeezinf his eyes shut as he fed his member to this boy who worshiped him and would do anything for him, knowing that if all went well they'd defeat Mr. Big, save Saur City and then Timmy would return to where he came from and thus even more determined to make this time alone with him last, especially now that he'd become more than his hero, more than his friend. But it'd been so long since he'd been with anyone that he was so pent up he erupted despite his efforts to hold it back. With a roar, he came, and he grabbed a handful of Timmy's hair and jerked him backwards, the reptilian cock popping free of the suckling mouth lewdly, the boy giving a sharp gasp as he could breathe again, after which he was rewarded for his efforts by a hot geyser of Tyrannosaurus cum jetted right into his face.

The cum was thick and rich. So hot it almost burned. Steaming in the cool, moist air of the swamp, it dribbled in thick rivulets and bubbling globs down the boy's sweaty face and even more of it got in his hair, matting it down thickly. Continuing to roar forth his dominance, Rex used the still splurting member to smack Timmy in the face a few times, then shoved it back into the mouth, hanging open and slack in surprise and exhaustion, to ensure that his boy swallowed at least some of his hot liquid love. Swallow he did. Gulp, gulp, gulp. The taste was indescribable. Timmy gorged himself on Daddy's slimy gift to him.

After a moment, the flow finally stopped, and Rex, his body shining in the moonlight with a sheen of sweat, breathing deeply, his nostrils flaring. The lust had overtaken him now and he couldn't control himself. He needed to fuck this boy. No, that was too pedestrian. He didn't simply need to fuck him. He needed to breed him. Good and deep. Growling dominantly, he slid his cock free from Timmy's mouth, from which what seemed like buckets of unswallowed dino-cum dripped and oozed. He hung limply from the hold Rex had on his hair, wincing visibly, and Rex released his hair and scooped him up in his arms to kiss and nuzzle him. A little tenderness before the merciless pounding to come. Or was that cum? He bent to Timmy's tiny undveloped boyhood and slurped it into his mouth, mindful of his sharp teeth, suckling gently on it, pleased by the frenzied moans and fitful squirms from the naked, sweaty boy he held against him. It wasn't long before Timmy came, squirting his meager load into his Daddy's maw. Rex swallowed it in one gulp. Delicious. Pulling away, he smiled down at the limp, exhausted figure cradled in his arms. His boy. He took pride in having brought him to orgasm. He smirked. Now for the real fun.

"Rex..." came the horase whisper from the thoroughly used mouth.

Rex ignored him, setting him down, standing him up and steady him.

"Rex... I mean D-Daddy... I dunno if I can go any more..." the boy managed to mumble as he was turned and moved towards the defaced statue of his hero's father. But though he protested, he obeyed, and bent with his head down slightly, cum-slathered hair hanging limply, Rex bending over his sweaty back.

"Sure you can, Timmy!" Rex urged him, nestling his cock between the pert ass cheeks. With one clawed finger he teased at Timmy's asshole. "And even if you can't, well, don't worry. Daddy's about to do all the work anyway. Just be a good boy and squirm for me, okay? Daddy likes it when his boys are active, if you know what I mean. Now, take a deep breath. I'll do my best to control myself, but no promises. And even then, this beast is so huge, and your cute little butt so small that this will sting a lot."

"What are you gonna do?" Timmy managed to ask, turning and glancing over his shoulder.

"I'm gonna take you as my mate as well as my son."

And with that, he rammed his cock against the boy's virginal rear entrance.

And despite his assurance to the boy, as soon as he took that motion, all bets for him going gently with Timmy were off. The beast which he'd been fighting to keep in check was fully unleashed and with a bone-shattering roar he plunged in, his huge, engorged head, slick with his own cum and Timmy's spit as lube, overpowered and battered through the puny anal ring, the muscles giving way like nothing before the might of the Tyrannosaurus' huge cock and the powerrful thrust propelling it. Timmy threw back his head and opened his mouth to cry out, but his scream was muffled by Daddy's fingers sliding past his lips. He sucked on them.

Rex growled and began to thrust with a power and ferocity he'd never known he had in him. Dimly, he was afraid he might actually hurt Timmy, but in his lust-adled state, his need to breed, that was of a perversely secondary concern. Somewhere in the back of what little remained of his rational mind, he swore to himself he'd apologize profusely to the boy when they were done. For now, he allowed the instinct to consume him and he plowed his boy against the statue of his father, occasionally looking up to glare into the statue's implassive, stone face, wishing his traitorous father could see him now with a boy of his own, one who he intended to treat properly and be a good Daddy to. He hawked up a thick wad of pleghm and spat it into the statue's face, then paid his disgraced father no further mind, focusing entirely on turning the little human into his cum dumpster.

Idly, he wished he'd thought to undress before going in. His clothes were now positively soaked in sweat. Not that he really minded. It felt good. Timmy was perspiring quite a bit too. It dripped down off of his naked body with each manly thrust of the big dinosaur into his now no longer virgin asshole. God, thought Rex, Timmy was amazing. So full of youthful vitality, so sweet, submissive and eager to please. A good and proper boy. And tight as hell around his cock. He found himself moaning the boy's name, whimpering, begging him to fuel his desire by calling him Daddy... and Timmy obliged. He'd never call Rex anything but Daddy as long as they were alone. This act, this good, deep anal breeding, was sealing a bond they'd share for the rest of their lives, even if, as Rex feared deep down, the boy would eventually return to where he'd come from. He fought back tears at the thought. No, he told himself; don't worry about the future, focus on right here and right now, where there was no one else but them, and Timmy belonged to him and him alone. That thought pleased him and he was able to slow his thrusts a little bit to keep the sex going.

Timmy for his part was experiencing more mixed emotions than he thought it was possible for one person to endure. It hurt. What Daddy was doing to his butt hurt. And in fact had been absolutely agonizing when he'd first started. But as Daddy had asked him to, he trusted him, and the hurt dulled as time went by and he got used to feeling Rex's hugeness spreading his asshole so wide. He never felt so full. He swore that the huge head was bulging out through his stomach, so huge and so deep into him was Daddy's dick. And despite the pain and discomfort, he found he was enjoying it, both for its own sake as well as the fact he was bringing his beloved saurian hero joy. He'd never considered himself submissive before. In fact, he usually liked being the one in charge. But Rex - Daddy - was a special case. Before Daddy, Timmy realized, all went on their knees and gave themselves over. Or bent over and presented themselves. Or, as he had been, were simply taken and used as Daddy saw fit. He loved Daddy and would never disobey him or displease him. Ever. The thought made him blush hotly and experience his second orgasm without even touching himself, his little cock twitching and spurting forth another little glob of boy-cum.

As the lovemaking became more heated and intense, Rex doubled over, gathering Timmy in his arms and hugging him crushingly against his chest, burying his muzzle in the sweaty, cum-drenched hair, licking through it, panting hotly in the boy's ear, balls-deep in him now, forcing him down further and further, wishing he could stuff all of himself, his entire being, all the way in this child's tight, hot ass, gasping, groaning, sweating, then finally roairng forth his triumphant pleasure to the starry sky as he shot more hot cum up into the little human's lower digestive tract.

"Timmmmmyyyy!" he snarled.

"Daddy...!"

They rode their orgasms out together.

Soon, it was over, and all they had left was the afterglow. Both males were intensely satisfied... not to mention very worn out. As he gently, carefully eased himself free of his boy's asshole, trying his best not to hurt him, whispering and cooing sweet reassurances to him, Rex contemplated not going back yet, pitching camp here, but decided against it. Firstly, everyone would wonder where they were and what was taking them so long, and secondly, he didn't fancy spending any more time in the presence of his father's statue than he had to. As his cock popped free of Timmy's ass, Rex grinned and lifted the boy's ankles up. He buried his muzzle into his ass and licked and sucked his cum free from him, earning some giggles, moans and squirms from the boy.

As satisfying as it was to cum into his boy, Rex's balls felt quite empty now. He decided to fill them up again Timmy moaned out as his hero's thick tongue slathered over his face, soaking him in his drool. Rex lifted him against his body and continued to bathe him in his hot, saliva-slickened licks and steamy breath, Timmy whimpering as he found himself astride Daddy's belly, a belly he always found difficult to resist. Whenever he and his friends watched the cartoon, he'd always felt drawn to Rex's - Daddy's - tummy. "Time for you to prove your true faith to me, Timmy," Daddy said softly, cradling the naked boy. "Just how obedient will you be? It's time to fill my belly." Before the human had a chance to respond, the saurian jaws relaxed and he stuffed Timmy's entire head into his ravenous maw, savoring the taste.

Timmy erfed and squeezed his eyes shut as Rex's maw began sliding down over his head, causing him to shive, and his little cock to stiffen again and rise up, poking against the Tyrannosaurus' hard belly. He made no move to push Daddy away or show any kind of meaningful resistance. At least not yet. Instead, he just mumbled a litany of weak protests and tried to resist Rex's alluring gullet. Finally, after what appeared to be much trepidation, his hands flew up and grabbed at Rex, pushing him away in an attempt to extract his head from his mouth. Rex allowed this despite having all the liverage, grinning devilishly, licking his lips and then Timmy's face. "Atta boy, Timmy," he said pleasantly. "Fight me. Give Daddy a good meal."

Timmy just moaned and bucked his hips. "I have to resist..." he whined as Rex ground his cock into his tummy, wiggling his hips a little as his own cock started to squeeze around his ankles, having risen up, stiffening and doubling in size, the urethra yawning open and sliding over the human's dainty little toes and sucked his feet in completely while he was distracted trying to avoid vanishing down his Daddy's gullet.

"Then if you won't feed my belly, you'll feed my cock," Rex said. "You'll digest yet, my little morsel."

Timmy yelped and moaned as he was squished further into that big cock. He whimpered, but being called a little morsel and reminded that whether or on his own or with the sexy tyrant lizard king of the dinosaurs, he was just a little human boy and little human boys existed for one reason and one reason only, to be used up and devoured, further sealed his fate as it made him feel intensely submissive and desired in a way he never had before. He wanted this. Rex bucked his hips in long, slow motions, dragging Timmy down into the hot, tight depths of his cock in greedy gulps and firm tugs, sliding him down his front a foot at a time. By the time Timmy's arms were free from the hug, he was in up to his hips, and what little chance he had to resist was too little, too late.

"That's a good boy," Daddy soothed. "Add to my fat, firm dino-nuts."

"Volcanic!" Timmy managed to gasp. He was sucked down, his wriggling little form inexorably drawn down and down that big thick saur-cock. Soon, he was slurped entirely out of sight. He would digest. And Daddy's nuts would become bigger and firmer very soon as a result.

"Enjoy being food," Rex said, flicking his tongue happily out over his lips. He stroked over his boy-filled sac with one hand and his well-lubed cock with the other, enjoying the postvore glow and the human's faint movements in his balls as they went to work kneading over the meal within. He turned and sat down against the base of his traitor father's statue and took his time digesting his prey, making sure he suffered properly and could feel exactly what was going on as his flesh and soul succumb utterly to his predator.

To call Timmy Shepherd's death in Rex's nuts agonizing would be an understatement. The slow digestion that he endured was so painful it was as if all the suffering of the universe were poured into him, and not a fast pouring, like water from a cup, but a much slower pouring, like congealed molasses, drawing his agony out for as long as possible. As willing as he was at this point, he was unable to prevent himself from screaming. Although muffled, these cries of despair, which sounded like the wailing soul of someone condemned to burn in hell, could be heard very audibly by Daddy, and it went on and on and on, rising in volume in pitch until it was high and shrieky before finally ending, but not because he was dead, simply because he lost his voice from screaming so much. And so he suffered in silence for the remaining minutes of his life inside that dinosaur's greedy nuts.

When he finally lost consciousness from the sheer amount of torture he was enduring, it was a blessing, although his dreams, for the few moments that he was able to dream while he remained alive, were filled with ghastly nightmares of demonic, slobbering dinosaur monsters rising up from the ground, grabbing him and dragging him down deep into the bowels of the Earth to burn. And only a few more moments, he was gone, having died a fitting death for a delicious little human like himself; excruciatingly slow, burning and painful and utterly pitiless, in the balls of a mighty dinosaur who had loved him dearly and had been the greatest Daddy ever.

The Tyrannosaur showed no heed for his meal, though he had deeply loved Timmy and enjoyed their time together, kicking back and letting his fat sac full of human bob about in his lap while he slowly stroked himself off, quite enjoying feeling the struggles of the damned. Only when his meal was good and dead and digested did he finally hit his third orgasm and cum, his balls making a full pint of semen from the leftovers of his meal, the thick, hot liquid splashing out over his chest with as a carefree an energy as the consumption. And with that, little Timmy Shepherd's existence in the land of the living ended. He was nothing but some extra heft for the balls of the ravenous dinosaur, a pleasant orgasm for his devourer. And since his friends Jamie and Mick hadn't exactly cared about him very much, he left the world unmourned and unappreciated except for his predator, who was thankful for the wonderful orgasm he'd given him and the extra girth added to his balls. They swelled because of him.

All during this, the raccoon shows no heed for his meal, simply kicking back and letting his fat sack full of boy bob about in his lap while he slowly strokes himself off, quite enjoying the feel of the struggles of the damned. Only when his meal is good and dead and long gone does he finally shoot his load though, his balls making a full pint of semen from the leftovers of his meal, to spill out over his chest and belly with as carefree an energy as the murder done to make it.

Rising, Rex stretched, disrobed, and waded into the water to bathe. He'd think of a suitable excuse for what had befallen Timmy after returning to Forry's treehouse.

The End.