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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Jurassic_World_(2015)
  Relationship:
      Owen_Grady/Zach_Mitchell
  Character:
      Owen_Grady, Zach_Mitchell, The_Raptor_Squad
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      Large_Penis, actually_to_the_point_of_a_kink_not_just_"ooh_his_dick_looks
      mouthwateringly_big", looking_at_you_sterek_shippers, Small_Penis, small
      penis_humiliation, zach's_dick_is_a_bit_under_3_inches_for_reference,
      still_growing_(but_not_by_much), dubcon, the_most_dubious_consent_humanly
      possible, Verbal_Humiliation, Cock_&_Ball_Torture, ballbusting, Clothed
      Sex, CMNM, Naked_Male_Clothed_Male, Rimming, Breathplay, Leashes, Anal
      Sex, Protected_Sex, wrap_those_willies_kiddos, be_like_owen_grady_in_this
      respect_and_no_other, Mentions_of_severe_underage
  Series:
      Part 1 of What_I_Did_Over_My_Summer_Vacation,_by_Zach_Mitchell,_age_16
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-07 Words: 4513
****** Zach Mitchell's Best Vacation Ever ******
by AndaisQ
Summary
     Zach and Owen are surrounded. The raptors aren't going to eat their
     Alpha, but he's got a snack with him, and if Owen isn't going to
     claim him as his own, then it looks like white meat's back on the
     menu.
     OR
     The Raptor Pack decide to fuck with some humans because they're bored
     and horny; Owen Grady has two thumbs, a huge dick, and serious issues
     with the nature of meaningful consent; Zach Mitchell is in fact one
     sick puppy, but that doesn't make it not rape; and they all live
     consensually ever after.
Notes
     A few notes before we begin!
     Owen is a fucking terrible person. Ignore everything he says.
     Zach is super confused about what he wants. Ignore everything he
     says.
     Please do not use this story as a guideline for safety, sanity, or
     consent in your play, because it is in a bizarre and horrifying
     fantasy world, and you'd have about as much luck getting sex ed tips
     from the Omegaverse.
     That's it. Thanks for listening!
See the end of the work for more notes
Zach's had better vacations.
Like, Jurassic World is cool, but it isn't really his speed, you know? Gray's
into it, obviously, he lives and breathes dinosaur facts, but Zach would rather
be some part of South America where he could legally drink. Dinosaurs are
great, but they can't hold a candle to girls and cocktails. And then Aunt
Claire couldn't even make time to spend the afternoon, and Gray said their
parents were getting divorced... All in all, it isn't exactly as stress-free as
he'd hoped.
Plus, he's about to get eaten by velociraptors. That really puts a damper on
things.
"When you said we needed the raptors, was that in the context that deer need
wolves to keep the population down?"
"Okay, uh... keep calm," Owen says, hands outstretched toward the ring of
predators. The visibility's pretty low in the forest, but their teeth glimmer
ominously in the moonlight. "I raised these girls, they're my babies. We'll be
okay."
He's doing his best to be reassuring, but Zach can tell he isn't so sure
himself. "Great. Very encouraging. You radiate confidence."
Owen spares him a quick glare, then turns back to the raptors. "I... okay.
They're fine with me, I think. They're not gonna eat me. They might even
cooperate with the plan, help take down the Indominus."
"That's reassuring," Zach says. "What about me?"
"You, they're not so sure about," Owen winces. "You, uh. Kind of smell like
food. They think I'm offering you as a reward for good behavior."
"And, just checking: you're not, right?"
"No, jackass. Anyway, you're inconveniently made of meat. This would be a lot
easier if you were covered in gasoline too."
"You know, you could have mentioned that when we were still at the buggy. Then
I'd be  covered in gasoline. Helpfully enough."
Owen grunts, which is kind of uncomfortably sexy. "Hindsight's 20/20, kid. But
I  can  keep them away from your succulent teenflesh, if we don't move."
"For how long?"
"Uh. Until help arrives? Probably at dawn."
Zach rolls his eyes. "Well, if we don't have any other options, that's not the
worst way to spend a night. Actually, no, I lie, it totally is."
"Listen, kid, I don't know what to tell you," Owen growls. "I'm the Alpha.
You're not. They'll respect me, my property, and my mate. You're none of those
things."
Zach huffs and sits down; his ass hits a pile of wet leaf litter, and he stands
back up in disgust. Then his brow furrows.
"What do you mean, they'll respect your property?" he asks. "Do you mean that
if you looked possessive enough about me, we could walk out of here? Because I
don't see that as a huge problem. My girlfriend doesn't hold me to exclusivity
during raptor attacks."
Owen looks pensive. "Nope. It wouldn't be about... looking, no. Their primary
senses are heat and smell."
"...Would you need to cuddle me?"
"No, the gasoline would keep the pheromones from-" Owen shakes his head.
"Listen, the upshot is, I'd have to piss on you, and I really don't think you
want that. Okay?"
Zach freezes. "Um."
He swallows and tries to continue with an "of course not", but his throat seems
to have some kind of lump in it.
As do his boxers.
He swallows again.
Owen turns around very slowly, taking his focus off the velociraptors. (They
don't advance, instead cocking their heads in reptilian fascination.) "'No, of
course not, Mister Grady, that would be ridiculous.' Is kind of what I was
expecting. In response to that option."
"W-well, um," Zach stammers, "if the alternative is just sitting here for
hours, or, uh, getting eaten by raptors, then- well, it'd- it'd still be  gross
, super gross, really really gross. For you to- pee on me. But. Better than
being eaten by raptors?"
He tries for a nonchalant sort of grin. He ends up with kind of a rictus.
Owen gives him an odd look. "So, you're saying I  should  piss on you."
"Y-yeah."
"You're giving me permission to mark you as my property for every animal in
this park to see," he murmurs.
"Yeah."
"Well," Owen says, fingering the tab of his straining zipper. "Isn't that
something."
"Yeah," whispers Zach.
Without another word, Owen puts one hand on Zach's shoulder and pushes him to
his knees. With his other hand, he undoes his zip and hauls out the kind of
cock Zach's only seen in porn; it's like if John Holmes and Andre the Giant had
a really hung baby. It looks like it's longer than Gray's forearm and almost as
thick. And it's not exactly saluting the sky (there's not enough blood in the
world for that), but it's hard as a rock, and it's pointing right at his face.
He notices himself salivating and resists the urge to wipe his mouth. (Maybe
Owen won't notice if he doesn't draw his attention to it.)
By now, Zach's own pants are tented to high heaven, and his boxers are so slick
with precum that it's started spotting through his jeans. He squirms at the
friction against his leaking cockhead, gasping, and so he's taken by surprise
at the sudden blast of piss at his face.
"Dude!" he sputters, as the stream moves downward to soak his clothes instead.
"Why'd you have to go for the face?"
"Saving your life, kid," Owen grunts. "Think I deserve a little fun, huh?" Zach
opens his mouth to object, but chokes on a flood of acrid liquid.
"Whoops," Owen says with a grin.
Zach gives up and just sits back. Owen's firehose stream is so strong that it
stings his skin for a moment wherever it hits, and Zach keeps squirming, which
only makes his "situation" worse. At least he's  all  wet now, so he doesn't
have to worry about a little sticky patch on the front of his pants.
He wonders, as Owen saturates his hair, how much the man can possibly have
stored away in his bladder, and how he can force it out so strong through a
hard-on. A hard-on that doesn't seem to be going down at all, impossible though
it seems.
Eventually the force weakens, slowing to a trickle. Owen leans forward to keep
drenching him as much as he can, eventually squeezing out the last few drops
and wiping his cock in Zach's hair. He helps Zach to stand, leaving his
erection hanging out his fly.
"Well," he says, with a meaningful glance at Zach's still-tented crotch. "That
was fun."
Zach just blushes. "A-are they gonna let us go now?"
"...An excellent question." Owen turns back to the raptors, who have watched
the whole ordeal with fascination. Taking Zach's hand, he takes a cautious step
forward. "Mine. Zach, mine, my scent.  Mine. " (Zach's aching cock pulses at
the thought of being  Owen's . He is far and fucking gone.)
"They're... not buying it, I think."
Zach groans. "You said that would work!"
Owen grins sheepishly. "Well, uh, that whole thing was more an educated guess
than anything else. I mean, scent-marking with urine is more a mammalian thing
anyway, but I thought it was worth a shot?"
"Worth a shot?" Zach repeats. "You... You just wanted to piss on me!"
"...Maybe," he admits. "That's one potential explanation. Chaos theory, you
know, you can't reduce shit to one fundamental-"
"You asshole."
"Well, I had to take a leak, and you were right there! You liked it, too. All
moaning and shit."
"Fuck you!" Zach shouts, his ears burning.
"Well, that's our other option."
Zach stops, his mouth hanging open.
"What was that?" he asks after a few seconds.
Owen draws in a deep breath. "Yeah, so. The scent-marking thing was BS, but the
mate thing... wasn't. If I fuck you... or if you fuck me... they'll respect
that. You'll be my mate, and we can walk away."
Zach closes his mouth. He straightens up and nods. "One condition."
"Yeah?"
"There are no words for how much you are not putting that thing up my butt."
Owen looks down at his dick. "Yeah, probably fair."
"And- and you can't make fun of mine, okay?" Zach stares at his feet, blushing.
"It's not... it's not that big, but it works fine, and yours is crazy, anyway."
"Hmmm." Owen gives him a considering look, then reaches down to cup Zach's
less-than-impressive bulge, smirking. "But what if I want to?" At Zach's
strangled gasp, he adds, "And what if  you want me to?"
"I, I don't," Zach grinds out.
"Really? You don't like me making fun of your little willy?" Owen starts to
unbutton Zach's fly.
"N o ," he groans.
Owen strokes himself lazily, his hand in Zach's boxers cradling his undersized
erection. "It's so  cute , though. Fits right in the palm of my hand... I could
jack you off with two fingers."
"Stop..."
"D'you do that? Or do you try to work your fist over that little knob, make
yourself feel a little bigger?"
"I'm g- I'm gonna cum, if you don't stop," Zach moans.
"Thought you didn't like it when I made fun of your dicklet."
"I- I don't! It's just- I- f-  fuck! " He shudders and bucks in Owen's hand,
flooding his underwear with goo.
Owen takes his hand out of Zach's pants and licks the cum off his fingers,
grinning. "Your self-control could use some work. Doesn't look like you're
gonna be able to get it up again in time to fuck me, either. Shame; I was
looking forward to seeing if I could actually feel that nubbin inside me."
Zach pants heavily. "Thought we were all r-ready to wait until morning. An hour
doesn't seem so bad."
"We-e-ell, that was a while ago. The raptors got... kind of worked up." Owen
gestures to their audience, which helpfully provide a soundtrack of hissing
growls. "They want some action. And unless you can get your little guy working
again, it looks like the only action around is right here." He hefts his meat
with a smirk.
Zach glares, his cheeks flushed. "You fucker."
"So, that's a 'yes, sir, I don't want to be eaten by dinosaurs, please fuck me
now'?"
"I'm not going to  beg for your cock . You're blackmailing me with
velociraptors."
Owen grabs the wet cloth of Zach's shirtfront and drags him in close. His voice
is low, dangerous. "See, that's where I think you're wrong, kid. You  are
going to beg for this cock. You  are  going to call me  sir . And you're gonna
fucking love every second of it, because you're a sick little puppy, and you
want  this. And I know you want this, because even though you came a minute ago
ago, your little baby weenie is trying to get hard again. Even though it hurts,
even though you're not ready, that pathetic little willy is hard as a rock
because you  want  to serve me. And you know what, you could fuck me with that
thing, and we could walk out of here, but you're not going to. Because I'm the
alpha male. You're going to take all eleven inches of this  alpha tool up that
pussy of yours, that pussy that hasn't taken anything bigger than a marker you
snuck up in there while your parents weren't home, and you're going to come all
over yourself again, and  then  we're going to walk out of here. Do you
understand?"
Zach breathes heavily, but doesn't respond.
Owen draws him in closer, until his hot breath leaves beads of condensation on
Zach's skin. "I said,  bitch, do you understand?"
Zach swallows.
"Yes," he whispers.
"Yes, what?" Owen murmurs in his ear.
"Yes... sir."
Owen pulls back and nods. He releases his hold on the shirt and wipes the
droplets of piss on his hand in Zach's hair. "Good. Now, get naked."
"C-couldn't I just pull my pants down? The ground's wet, it'll-"
"I don't remember telling you to talk," he says quietly. "That's a strike."
Zach swallows hard, then looks him in the eye shakily. "It's  wet.  I might be
your bitch, but-"
Owen puts a hand down Zach's still-sticky boxers, grabs his balls, and starts
to squeeze. Zach gasps at the sickening waves of pressure, but Owen keeps
talking. "I'll punish you properly for that later, but right now, you're going
to get naked. Understood?"
"F-f...  Fuck  you."
"Strike two, kid." His grip tightens, and tears prickle in Zach's eyes even as
his erection throbs. "Do I have to tell you again?"
Zach breathes heavily in and out. "N-no. No, sir."
"What are you going to do?"
"Take off... all of my clothes. Sir."
Owen lets go, rubbing at Zach's aching balls. "Wasn't so hard, huh? Just saying
yes." He strokes the shaft a few times, then wipes off the residual cum on
Zach's face. "Now, get to it."
His cheeks burning, Zach starts to peel off his shirt. He starts folding it,
but Owen grabs it out of his hands and tosses it to the ground. Jeans and
boxers follow, but as Zach goes to undo his shoelaces, Owen stops him. "You can
leave them on."
"I-" Zach stops mid-word, then raises his hand.
Owen grins. "Good. You're learning. Something to say?"
"I'm not going to be able to put my pants back on over my shoes, sir."
"Don't worry about that. Just bend over and try to grab your ankles."
Zach looks rebellious, but does as he's told. Owen grabs his cheeks and spreads
them wide. "Do you fucking  shave  back here? Christ, kid, I thought you were
pretending to be  straight ."
"The- the girls like it," he mutters as his blush spreads.
"You can keep telling yourself that, I guess." Owen's tongue swipes against his
hole, making him gasp. "Very nice. Soap, sweat, and skin. Just how a good boy
should taste." He keeps licking, making Zach moan and writhe.
"F uck ..." Zach whimpers.
Owen clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "Did you forget the rules about talking
again? I won't count that, but you fuck up again and I might have to punish you
right here." He demonstrates with a quick stinging swat to Zach's ass.
A million emotions curl in his stomach as Owen presses his tongue deeper and
deeper. It's is slick and muscular, pushing through his sphincter, and even
though he knows it can't be going in more than an inch or two it feels like
it's filling him up to the top. His stubble scratches the skin of Zach's cleft,
leaving it reddened and hypersensitive. Every few seconds he withdraws to swirl
and nibble and taste the outside, then goes right back to invading Zach's hole.
"You taste so  clean ," he says between licks. "Like you washed yourself inside
and out, just for me."
"I- I did."
"Huh?" Owen withdraws his tongue and cocks his head. Zach flushes as his hole
twitches with absence.
"Washed myself out. I- I brought a dildo with me. Fucked myself with it
earlier. While Gray was in the shower." His prick jumps at the memory, and he
blushes brighter. "Douched with a water bottle before he went in. I came right
as he was coming back out. Had to hide my dick with a pillow."
Owen stares at him. "That's fucking hot, kid."
Zach smiles hesitantly.
"But you spoke out of turn." Zach hears the sound of a belt being unbuckled and
hissing through its loops. "Last strike."
The last time Zach got spanked was six years ago. He'd pushed Gray off the
swing, and Dad had taken matters into his own hands. It hurt like hell. He
tries to straighten up, to turn around. "No, please, I just-"
Owen pushes him back down, nose to knees. "Do you want to make this worse? I
don't wanna be too hard on you, but I can be."
"I- no. I'm sorry, sir."
"Good boy." Owen pats his tailbone comfortingly, then sits him down on his
knees. "I'm not gonna spank you. Like I said, that was fucking hot." He reaches
down and loops the belt around Zach's neck. "Just gonna put you on a tighter
leash."
Zach panics, for a second. But it's not too tight to breathe, just tight enough
to remind him every time he does.
"Y'see," Owen explains, "the way I see it, you're basically a good kid, you've
just got too much mouth. You need some training. And this is a good place to
start. If you talk out of turn, anything except 'thank you, sir', you get a
little cool-down time on breathing. Just as a reminder. And if I don't like
what you're saying, well, it's a little reminder of who's in charge, too. How's
that sound?"
"F-fine, sir."
The belt tightens, enough that Zach can feel the pressure against his airway.
"You don't sound too enthusiastic about the whole thing," Owen says lightly.
"Don't you like it?"
"Thank you, sir!" he says quickly.
Owen loosens the belt and ruffles Zach's hair. "See, it's just a reminder.
Something to keep your manners right." He crouches down and turns Zach around,
laying him on his back in the leaves, then gets to his knees. He strokes his
member thoughtfully. "What have you taken before? What do your little toys look
like?"
"My biggest is, um, seven and a half inches. Sir. That was the one from earlier
today."
"Pretty good. I'd thought you might top out at just twice your size, but I
guess you're brave enough to go for triple." Owen chuckles at Zach's flush, and
continues, "Well, I'm not exploring virgin territory, but you know what, I
might as well be. I think this baby's gonna rip you right open. But you're
gonna like it."
Zach swallows. "Yes, sir."
Owen reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a handful of small foil-wrapped
packets. "Least I can make it a little easier on you. Boy Scout motto, carry
enough lube to keep your monster cock from killing everyone you put it in."
Zach raises a hand.
"Yeah?"
"Sir, last I checked that was not actually the boy scout motto."
Owen cackles. "I'll let that one slide, but only because you've got good
delivery."
Zach grins. "I think you're going to be delivering here, yeah?"
The collar cuts off his breath. As he gags and gasps for air, Owen shakes his
head. "Not funny enough. Don't get cute."
After Zach's struggled for a few seconds, Owen lets the slack back into the
belt and starts slicking up his fingers. "If you're good, I can choke you just
as you're going to cum. Feels like you've died and gone to Heaven. That's if
you're real good. You want that?" He slides his middle finger into Zach,
twisting it around.
"Y-yeah."
Owen tightens the leash. "What was that?"
"Y-yes, sir," Zach chokes.
"Good. We'll get you trained up yet." He adds another finger, then another in
quick succession. "Your ass is trained up pretty nicely already, I see. You
must be a real champ with that seven-incher, huh? Suck it in like nothing."
"Yes, s-sir. I've been, um, thinking about getting a bigger one. They're
expensive."
"Don't need one now, do you?" Owen curls his fingers; Zach arches his back and
makes a high-pitched noise as the belt pulls him back down. "Yeah, you've got
me for that. Think I'm ready to go in. You just sit tight, huh?"
He opens a small case, revealing a strange-looking transparent condom. "You
know the nice thing about living in the future? Condoms can stretch like  crazy
. S'only been a couple years I haven't had to order custom from Europe or some
shit, and they felt like I was wearing a garbage bag on my dick. This thing,
though, this is fucking nanotech. Zero percent failure rate, totally reusable,
and fits like a glove." He slides it down his shaft, strokes himself a few more
times, then lines himself up with Zach's entrance. "You ready, kid?"
Zach nods frantically. "Please fuck me, sir. Give me your cock. Need you in me,
sir."
Owen grins. "Well, who am I to refuse such a polite invitation?" He leans down
to kiss Zach, and as his tongue slides into the boy's mouth, the head of his
cock starts to slip through the resistance of his ass. Zach whimpers as the
crown widens, and when it finally pops through, he lets out a little sob.
As the shaft slides in bit by bit, Owen leans up to whisper in Zach's ear.
"Fuck, you're so  tight . S'like you've never had anything in there at all. But
you're really just a little slut, aren't you? Fucking yourself day and night,
not even waiting for your little brother to go to sleep, just going at it while
he's in the shower. Naughty little boy. That little baby dicky of yours should
just be locked up for your own good."
"So  full ."
"Yeah. Fills you up just right, huh? Just about splitting you in half and
gluing you back together. Not like this thing." He encircles Zach's dick with
his index finger and thumb, jacking him off idly as he inches into his hole.
"Can't believe you wanted to fuck me with this teeny toy. Hell, this couldn't
even please your little brother. I'll bet he's bigger than you, actually. Maybe
he'd like to fuck your ass when I'm done with you. How'd you like that, huh?
Whoring you out to your own baby brother?"
Zach's cheeks burn while his prick spits out precum. "Please..."
"Please, what? You want me to offer him your sweet little ass? Bet he'd take me
up on it. Seems like a smart enough kid." Owen's tool rakes over Zach's
prostate, pushing a gasp out of the boy's mouth, and he stops going deeper for
a moment to instead rock back and forth over the little bundle of nerves.
"Maybe I could get him to take my cock while he plugged away at your hole,
wouldn't that be fun? He's probably even tighter than you."
Tears trickle from Zach's eyes as he spurts all over his chest. One shot makes
it up to his chin; Owen collects it with a finger and wipes it off on Zach's
lips. "Wow. I'm not even halfway in yet, but you're already popping your cork.
That's satisfaction, huh? Don't worry, I'm not gonna let you off that easy." He
draws back out a few inches, then forces himself back in. Zach lets out a
wracking sob, but Owen just kisses him again. "Shh. Come on, babe. Nobody can
hear you crying anyway, it's just me and you out here. Me and you and the
raptors."
The raptors hiss appreciatively. Zach sniffles into Owen's shoulder as he goes
deeper and deeper. "You're doing great. Claire couldn't take this much, she
tapped out barely halfway in. But you're taking it like a pro, kid. You were
born for this cock." He stops moving and presses a kiss to Zach's neck as the
base of his member finally disappears into Zach's hole. "Look at that shit.
I've got you all the way down, you've taken the whole goddamn thing, and you're
loving it. Look at that little dick trying to get back up, huh? You couldn't
live without this. I'm what you need."
Zach breathes in and out, the pain beginning to fade as Owen stops his ascent.
"Th-thank you, sir."
Once Zach's adjusted, Owen starts fucking him properly. He draws out a few
inches and slams back in, forcing whimpers and moans and a constant mantra of
"Thank you, sir," from Zach's lips. Impossibly, painfully, Zach's prick hardens
again.
Owen grabs his balls and squeezes, eliciting a shout of pain and a bead of
precum. "You need to learn some self-control, kiddo. That little fucker is my
property, and I think I'm going to lock it away for a while, but until then
it's just fucking rude to keep letting it get hard, don't you think?"
"Y-yes, sir! I'm sorry, sir!"
Still crushing Zach's balls, Owen begins to tighten his belt and growls, "But
it's not going down, now is it? Maybe I should just pop these balls right off."
"Please, sir, I- I-" Zach loses his breath, only able to keen thinly with agony
and drip precum. Owen's grip gets tighter and tighter until, with a gasping
wail, Zach's aching dick dribbles out another few droplets of watery fluid.
As Zach's ass spasms around Owen's throbbing cock, Owen grunts, lets go of both
belt and balls, and pulls himself free. Panting, he rips off the condom and
aims at Zach's face just in time for a bolt of thick semen to blast into his
hair. Ropes of cum pulse out, striping Zach's face with pearly white. Owen
squeezes out the last few drops, feeding them through Zach's practically slack
lips.

"You all right, kid?"
Zach nods faintly. He notices, belatedly, that he's lost control of his
bladder; the ballbusting and the chokehold were too much for him, and now he's
spraying pale lemonade-yellow piss all over his torso. Still, he feels... good.
Really good. "Yes, sir," he murmurs as the stream fades.
Owen scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah, you, uh, don't have to
keep calling me that."
He considers this.
"Cool."
Owen zips his cock back into his trousers with some difficulty. "So, uh, you
should probably get your clothes back on. And we can drop you in a river or
something if you'd rather not smell like the men's room when we get back to
civilization."
"That'd be nice, yeah. What about the raptors?"
Owen's eyes widen. "Holy  shit!  I totally forgot about the raptors. That's-
embarrassing."
"Little bit."
Owen turns to their audience. "Mate. Okay? This one, my mate." Blue nods. Owen
turns back to Zach. "We're good."
Zach reaches for his shirt, but a snarl bubbles up in Charlie's throat. Zach
flinches back. "I thought you said we were good!"
Owen returns his attention to the raptors. "What the fuck?" They chitter and
burble rebelliously.
Experimentally, Zach reaches for his pants, causing Echo to growl.
His stomach sinks. "They... don't want me getting my clothes," he says aloud.
"They want me naked."
Owen nods slowly. "They want you to stay submissive to me. And they know that
means staying nude." He shakes his head. "They always were clever."
"Can I at least wipe off my face?" he asks dully.
"I doubt it. Sorry, kid."
"Great." Zach sits back down; Owen remains standing. Both think for a while.
Eventually, Zach looks up, pensive. "So I'm your... concubine. For as long as
they stay with us. And you're keeping them for a while, because they're our
only hope against that I-Rex thing."
"Yeah?"
"You'll have to parade me around naked, marked as yours, covered in your cum.
In front of everyone."
"That's how it is."
Zach starts to smile. "It looks like I'm in for a ride, then, aren't I?"
Slowly, Owen breaks into a grin. "You forgot the magic word."
" Sir. "
End Notes
     Thank you for tacitly condoning this endless cavalcade of sin.
     There may be a sequel. That sequel may feature Gray. I apologize in
     advance.
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