The Rematch
Rematch
Authored and all characters created by Kyllistin
*this story involves a bit of friendly gambling, some hot an semi rough sex with lots of lust, two males, and some improvised bondage gear. Oh, and a game of pool. cant forget that. ^^*
The bar was smoky, even in the private poolrooms, but that was OK since Klaus was going to be a smoker for life. The room was quiet aside from the muffled thump made by the large taloned feet on the pressed carpet floor. The music outside was loud but this room had a little extra insulation than the others. A security camera watched the being play his solo game of pool coldly. The tiny red LED power light being the only indication that it was even watching.
His tail hung behind him casually, evolution had guided his species not to be so dependent on the large appendage for proper balancing anymore. The brown and tan-scaled tip twitched unconsciously while the ancient creature lined up the next shot. He shifted his weight and leaned forward, taking aim. The muffled music from the outside was overpowered by the sharp crack of the heavy ceramic balls ricocheting off each other and the male sighed, taking a drag off his cigarette. He was wearing a simple manager's suit. Black jacket, black slacks, black tie and a white shirt. Although now the tie was gone, sitting in the corner on top of his jacket. He had even popped the first few buttons on his shirt, the hot summer nights in this part of town got so humid it seemed like you could wash your car by driving around the block a few times.
The table Klaus played on was a little taller than most, as he was a little taller than most. The deep green felt top kept the glare of the bright lights above from interfering with his shots. The wood it was built with was light and solid, it had been through a lot over the years but showed little more than a scratch for wear. Klaus took good care of the things that took care of him. This was more than his hall, his table, and his cue. This room was his shrine, the perfect insulated escape from the outside world. Whether another hustler looking to score a hit at the tables, or just the gamblers and cons from the street, pushers and their thugs, sometimes it got to be just too much. A bottle of bourbon and a pack of cigarettes in his private room and eventually he would be able to face the world again. The big dinosaur finished taking his shot and paced around the table pondering his next move. 'How long had it been since Jarred left?' he wondered to himslf, 'Ten months already? Clary had been here about three. Damn it's been a long time.'
He tapped the cue on the ridge of the table and looked at his watch. Clary would be finishing his shift soon. While pouring himself a second drink he imagined the scene outside just as he had watched it over and over in real life. Clarys gentle grip on the cue, that knowing twinkle in his eye when he was hustling some bigshot who came through town. He used to be just like them, his life adding up to a little more than a wad of cash in his pocket and his Father's pool cue. The allosuarus had changed all that though. Clary was too good to be drifting around the sleazy halls and backwater pool tourneys all over the country. Together they had a good deal going. Klaus took care of the tables and the grounds, and Clary would hustle the drifters and amateurs. A class act had finally found a secure job in a stylish hall.
Klaus forgot about the shot he was taking and leaned on his cue stick, taking another long drag. Sometimes he would go and watch Clary work and undress him with his eyes. He had a smoothness and graceful finesse to his movements that had made the dino burn his fingers on a cigarette more than once. They had played a few rounds alone after hours. Clary usually wound up walking off with a nice bundle of extra cash, but tonight was going to be different. Tonight Klaus knew how to get what he wanted.
There was a knock on the sliding door that led to the bar.
"Yeah." Klaus answered, pretending not to know who was there. The door slid open and the round black and white face of Clary appeared. Klaus could see that familiar gleam in his sapphire blue eyes, he remembered that Clary's eyes were the first thing he noticed about him, followed by the rest.
"Michelle said you had an offer for me, boss?" He stepped into the room wearing his usual work clothes. A deep navy blue shirt and a pair of dust colored jeans. He set his cue against the wall and had to turn around to close the door, making sure that the bulk of his oversized tail got in the door. His tail was all black like most of his body. The skin on his chin, down his neck and entire front were pure ivory. The white areas got a little mottled and spotty on the underside of his tail. The dinosaur wondered just how much of him he could not see was also seafoam white. Klaus noticed he was breathing through his blowhole and smiled to himself. Clary had sworn off the cancer sticks but still let himself get the secondhand when he was in this room. He had heard something about the tube inside the blowhole getting the nicotine into the blood faster.
'That killer whale always looked like the living opposite of the freaking space shuttle,' Klaus thought. "Yeah I thought that you and I might like to play a little game." The dinosaur boomed. His voice was always deep, so much so that it got on his own nerves sometimes. Still, it helped when he needed someone out of his place in a hurry. Being his own bouncer came in pretty handy some nights.
"What's the score and how much you gonna lose this time?" Clary was never one to waste time with small talk. Klaus found that even more enticing.
"The same, you win I give you five hundred dollars and you walk out of here for the night. I win... and you take care of a favor for me." The orca chuckled, pretending not to know what the reptile was getting at. A clawed hand dipped into his shirt pocket and pulled out a chrome cigarette tin. Klaus opened the tin, showing the money then set it down on the ridge of the pool table and closed it up.
"You call the game, I break the balls." It was the orca's usual response when he accepted a challenge. Together they retrieved the balls from their pockets in the table while Clary set them in the triangle.
"So Melissa tells me there's someone in your life now, I'm glad for you."
Clary stopped what he was doing and looked up in surprise, there was no way she told him!
"Uh... well, not really. But I guess you could say that there's someone I'm interested in." He was going to have to play this carefully.
"Oh I see, " The large dino droned, walking past behind the sea mammal, he intentionally let his arm brush against his opponents tail. "Anyone I know?"
"She didn't say who it was? I mean... nobody you would know too well. I think." He hurriedly arranged the rest of the balls in the triangle, getting a grip on what he was here to do. A lot of money was riding on this!
Klaus merely smiled and nodded, pulling the red plastic triangle from the balls and stepping back to light another cigarette while Clary made the first shot.
The orca would have to play smart tonight, no mistakes. He suspected that Klaus had found out the truth about him, and was afraid that might mean. 'I didn't want things to change, everything's great the way it is. Why did Melissa have to go shoot her mouth off? Damn bartenders.' He leaned over the table, not realizing that his challenger wasn't even looking at the balls on the table, he was looking at the buns. Expertly the orca broke the orderly set of pool balls, sending them clacking, bouncing, and deflecting around the table. There was a solitary 'thunk' of a solid colored ball dropping into the corner pocket.
"Solids." Clary sighed, glad to be off to a good start. With any luck he could sink the rest of his balls and be out of here before the conversation could go back to his private life.
'Thunk'
'Thunk'
'Thunk'
'Thunk-plop'
"Damn... scratch." Clary bit his lip, he was being too hasty and put too much force behind the cue, causing the bad shot. He was only two balls short of a standard win, but two balls or eight balls, a lose was a lose.
"My turn." Klaus grinned toothily. He took his cue firmly, nudging Clary aside on the thigh with the butt of the stick. He leaned over the table, he nearly had to bend himself double in order to get his shots lined up properly. It's wasn't much of a handicap since most the tables he played on were even shorter. Clary always found himself looking at Klaus' tail when he made his shot. His tail would sway back and forth on its own accord seemingly, then the dinos hips would follow. The sight always made him smile.
'Thunk'
'Thunk'
'Thunk'
"You've been practicing behind my back, haven't you?" The orca was genuinely impressed, his challengers approach was much different this time but he was still no match for Clary's raw talent.
"I took a few notes from that guy who came through last week, no big deal." The dinosaur took a moment to flick the ashes off of his cigarette and take another drag. Klaus needed to make an off-hand shot now, so he spent his break planning his attack. He turned around, leaning his rear against the solid ridge of the table, his tail tucked underneath neatly. The allosaur leaned way back and slipped the cue between his paws behind him. Clary gulped and found himself gawking at the bulge in the front of Klaus' trousers.
"Confident tonight, aren't we?" He asked, blushing fiercely in the subdued light and turning his head away. He had to change the subject or face a similar problem in his own pants. He was going to lose for sure if things kept going like this...
'Thunk'
'Thunk'
'Thunk'
The sound of Klaus sinking his balls shot after shot was the only reply he got. The orca felt like he didn't know what to do with his hands. He was afraid to lose, he really needed that money! Was it really the money that had him so concerned? Clary poured himself a drink using Klaus' glass. He took a sip and his mind fed him a vision of that same glass touching the allosaurs lips as he drank. 'If I lose I would at least have a good time, but what if I said something? What if his boss found out that he was in love with him? There was no way he could risk it, no way in hell.'
"Shoot, your turn." Clary set the glass down quickly and jumped at the opportunity. He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves with the help of the bourbon to calm him down a little. He was not going to make the same mistake twice. Clary circled the table three times, lining up the shot. He still had to sink the yellow #1 ball and then the infamous 8-ball. The orca spread his legs and focused on the shot. Enough sidespin would send the #1 into the corner pocket. Too much would make the shot bounce off the rear ledge and too little and the ball would come up short. He took a deep breath, kept his eye on the cue ball and struck. His eyes followed the cue ball to the #1 ball just a the cue struck its target. He held his breath and watched. The #1 spun towards the corner pocked, slowed as it began to reach the final few inches of the hole and bumped the felt-covered corner of the gap. Clary clenched his teeth and hissed a deep breath of air in through his mouth while the ball slowed to where it was neigh impossible to tell if it was even moving. It was so close too!
'Thunk'
Clary sighed with relief, he could taste that pile of fifty-dollar bills already. He smiled back at Klaus, his eyes twinkling confidently. 'Who has the big trousers now?' he thought to himself, beaming. Only one more shot to make and it was an easy one. The 8-ball was in the middle of the table, just screaming to be dropped into either of the side pockets. The orca sauntered to the left side of the table, announcing his intention to finish the match in the right side pocket. Klaus moved to the opposite end, standing right next to the pocket and the clip with the money.
"Running won't do you any good friend, I know where you work." Clary teased, deciding that a little trash talk was in order, served next to a big helping of defeat. The shot so easy it wasn't even worth going through the motions. Still, this was no time to get too cocky. Clary took a deep breath, kept his eye on the cue and then let his gaze drop to the cue stick. He struck the cue ball...
'Thump'
...and looked up to see Klaus' bare penis on the pool table! His concentration gone, the stick followed through too much and sent the cue ball through the air and off the table! In the time it took for Clary to line the shot and set up, the allosaur had undone his fly and laid all his cards on the table, and then some! The orca could only sit and stare at the thick limp meat, it didn't even occur to him to call foul.
Klaus stepped back, the peachy flesh sliding back off the table and between his legs. He bent down for the cue ball and put it back on the table.
"Scratch." Was all he said.
'Thunk'
'Thunk'
'Thunk' and the game was over. Klaus had played the remaining three balls with his trousers at half-mast. Clary was speechless the whole time, looking away then looking back. Looking away again, what could he say? Klaus retrieved the 8-ball and the tin containing his money.
"Now then, about that favor you owe me." Klaus started unbuttoning his shirt just as Clary found his voice again.
"Wait a second! I-
"You lost." The dino reminded him with a broad smile. "And a deal is a deal. Besides, I lied earlier. Michelle told me everything."
"Everything?" He could feel himself turn red but he was not sure why, it was plain as day that Klaus had at least interest in him physically. "Then she told you how I feel about you?"
"Sort of, she told me what you'd like me to do to you too." This time it was Klaus who had the twinkle in his eyes. He kicked aside his jacket that lie in the corner of the room and picked up a plastic shopping bag. "Now strip."
Clary pulled off his shirt, he couldn't believe this was happening! Why on earth would someone who had everything; his own place, his own business, his own car, want to have sex with a street urchin like him? Why was he still arguing?? Everything began to fall into place, the reason Klaus had taken him in the first place was because he must have been attracted to him. Clary didn't see what Klaus was doing in that bag but he didn't care. He was about to live a dream! The orca popped the buttons on his fly just in time, things were getting crowded in there. His pants dropped off and were kicked aside. It didn't even dawn on him that they were going to be doing it in a room that anyone could walk into at anytime. Still, it wasn't like he could get kicked out by the manager was it?
Klaus put down the cue he was fiddling with and undressed. His yellow eyes staring excitedly at his new lover the whole time. The dino took note that the white on Clary's underside behaved the same as it did on the insides of his arms. The white mottled and looked almost polka-dotted on his inner thighs. The area around his groin was pure white, and so was his sheath. Klaus smiled and nodded to the orca,
"Nice piece for a mammal."
Clary snickered and pretended to be insulted.
"I was expecting more for a dinosaur, weren't you supposed to have ruled the whole planet at one point?" The sea mammal took hold of his exposed whale meat and started rubbing it gently.
"You didn't seem so disappointed when you missed that shot earlier." Klaus pointed out.
"The lighting was bad." Clary was playing tough, but a great burden seemed to lift from him the more he got used to the idea that being with Klaus could be a reality. Before anything else could be said, Clary picked up a fresh cube of the blue chalk used to powder the ends of the cue sticks and circled the table to stand in front of Klaus.
He touched the scales on the dinosuars chest. Klaus growled sharply but the orca only smiled, then he took the chalk and started to decorate his lover. He started by making a pair of broad horizontal lines under his eyes. Then he drew a diamond shape in the center of his tan forehead. Klaus was a clear two feet taller than Clary, and had no trouble keeping his hands busy. He pawed and explored every inch of the orcas body, letting his grip mold around the curvature of his muscles all on his shoulders and down his back. Klaus ran his fingers over a long, slightly raised bump midway down Clary's spine.
"Dorsal" he explained with a quick grin, then went back to tattooing the dinos chest with wavy and curving accent marks on his pectorals and down his tight belly. Blue dusty outlines of rune-like doodles soon marked most of the reptiles body. Clary was glad that the allosaur was the type that never seemed to smell like smoke, no matter how many cigarettes he had. Klaus didn't mind the body art, the touch of the orcas slippery perfect skin was driving him wild. They kissed and the chalk was all but forgotten, slipping from between Clary's fingers and landing on the carpet.
The allosaur broke the kiss first, instructed him to face away and open his mouth. Clary obeyed, his heart racing with excitement. Klaus had wrapped the eightball in a leather thong so that it served as a ball gag. He had made sure to hide it from Clary until just now. He wrapped one of his large scaled arms around the orca, holding him close to his body. The other brought up the makeshift toy, showing Clary just what it was for before stuffing it into his mouth. Both hands came up and he tied the gag firmly behind the whales head.
Clary was unable to comment, but he smiled as best he could, Melissa really did tell him EVERYTHING! He had never been bound and gagged when making love and always wanted to try it out. He had also had a few too many a few nights ago when he told everything his bartender. Clary had to ask himself why he never allowed himself to lose sooner.
The strong dino chuckled quietly and leaned down close to whisper to the orca.
"I'm going to spread you out over my table, and then I'm make you earn all that money you won from me in the past." Clary shuddered, Klaus' voice had always been a turn on, and talking dirty only made him sound sexier. He looked back over his shoulder, nudging the predators nose with the cold eightball ever so gently and made a soft whimpering noise. Klaus growled lustfully and pushed the orca forward by the small of his back. Clarys abs smacked the end of the pool table, causing him to grunt. The allosaurs lifted the large heavy tail and pinned it behind the orcas back. Klaus then took him by the wrists and pulled both his arms behind his back over the top of the tail. He bound his forearms together with a long leather strap, securing the orcas arms behind his back.
"If you knew how long I've been lusting after that smooth dark body of yours." The dino spoke in an almost threatening tone, running his claws under the orcas tail and diving between the cleft in his buttocks. "Mmmm, this is going to be nice. But I have to get you ready first." The large allosaur sank to his knees behind Clary and began exploring the trembling orcas nethers with his muzzle. The feeling was so distracting that Clary didn't notice that his legs were spread until he tried to close them. He looked down and saw a pool cue bound with loops on either end was attached to his ankles! The loops were tied tight enough that with his hands bound there was no way he was getting free. He was completely at Klaus' mercy and he knew it. Although from where he was putting his tongue at the moment, this was going to be a very good thing...
The predator spread kisses all under the orcas tail, making his way between his legs and lifting Clary's nuts on his muzzle like a tray. Clary groaned as the large dino blew a steamy puff through his nostrils, giving his aching testicles their own sauna.
Klaus pulled his nose back and got ready for the final touches. Reaching up around Clary he pulled three of the pool balls from a corner pocket. Clary had no idea what he was going to do with them but in a moment he wouldn't care.
Klaus had the perfect distraction staring him right in the face. The allosaur pressed his mouth tightly between the split in Clarys ass and started in on him with his tongue. He slid the wet organ across the tender smooth skin, then forced the tip against Clary's exposed opening. The killer whale shrieked behind the gag, he never guessed that his boss was into eating ass! Clary kept himself clean, of course, but that still called for a lot of trust on Klaus' part! The orca relaxed, allowing his insides to loosen up and let the dino have his fun.
Klaus went to work, keeping his tongue good and wet with saliva, and alternately pushing the wet reptilian mouth organ deep into his new victims manhole. He let the tip of his tongue tease the outer ring of Clarys anus, wetting and tasting the musky wrinkled button of flesh. Then he would go deeper, making the orcas insides as wet as they could be. He was going to need all the help he could get if he was going to take this dino tonight. The allosaurs hands worked independently, placing the four pool balls he had taken and into a leather bag. The drawstring on the mesh bag was already tied into a slipknot. Klaus slid the opening of the knot around the base of Clarys balls while holding the bag in his other hand to keep him from feeling any of it's weight.
The orca turned his head, feeling the tugging at his balls, was Klaus putting on some kind of cockring? He tried to ask what was going on but the only sound that got out was a strange gurgle. The eightball even had his tongue pinned to the bottom of his mouth. Just then the dinosaur removed his face from Clary's ass and dropped the bag with no warning whatsoever. Gravity took hold of the bag, the bag pulled on the leather strap, and the strap yanked painfully and suddenly on Clarys balls. The orca went wide-eyed and jumped a clear foot off the ground, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Didn't I tell you?" Klaus asked, knowing full well that Clary couldn't answer. "We're going to do all the things I like too." He smiled and kissed the groaning orca on the top of his muzzle. Then he nuzzled the side of his face, the dinos fingers tracing the noticeable musculature on the sea mammals chest. "But don't worry, I'd never do anything that would cause any real harm." Clary's response was inaudible but his tone was clear. "Now now, we can't have such a pretty one like you saying such things." Klaus lectured his employee with a playful tone while coating his erection in a special lubricating oil. "You need to be better disciplined better."
Klaus wiped the remaining oil off on Clary's body, coating his chest and his waist and on down to the main event, making slick and pliant. His large clawed hands wrapping around the orcas thick cockmeat and rubbing it up and down the way Clary had been doing to himself earlier. He leaned against his new mate, picking up a pool cue. Klaus nuzzled the side of Clarys face gently, letting go of the mysterious sex organ and adjusted his own erection, poising it for the kill. Clary moaned and rocked back and forth a little, as best he could while bound, new excitement arising when he felt the dinosaurs meat so dangerously close to his rear gate. The tension on his gonads and the sweet-scaled paw around his penis threw the orca into a deep ocean of mixed sensations. He could feel himself drooling around the eightball , he could feel the cool lubricant evaporating slowly from his skin, it tingled nicely with the steady pull on his balls keeping him focused in the now.
Klaus put the butt of the pool cue behind the orcas head and leaned down on him, forcing him face down onto the felt tabletop. At the same time he closed his fingers just behind the head of his own aching cock and pushed the tip into Clary. The orca shuddered and moaned, bowing down onto the table and submitting himself completely to the huge dinosaur. His dream was coming true, it as almost like it wasn't even happening at all! A growl and a thrust from behind and the burning pain of being spread by such a large male hit him like a freight train. It was happening all right, boy was it happening!
Clary seemed to strain forward onto the table, the allos legs tucked together and his hips pushing the orcas tail out of the way. He stood there a moment, his sensitive dick tip being assaulted by the tight rebelliousness of Clary's ass. The allo let out another low growl and lunged his hips forward, this time he managed to bury half of his vein-mapped stalk deep into his new lovers bowels. The sudden jerk set the bag o pool balls swaying back and forth like a pendulum, drawing even more groans from the beached whale.
Holding back a bestial roar, the ambassador from ancient times began thrusting his hips back and forth. He knew in a moment or two that Clary would get used to his considerable girth. Besides, this was payback for all the times he had to go home by himself and jerk off while thinking about the wonderful squeaky smoothness of this orcas skin. The way he smelled of male musk and sea salts was even more intoxicating up close. The allosaur had just had a taste of paradise, and now he was going to dig his way there. He plunged his large meat deep into the mammals tortured backside again and again. He could feel Clary's hands against his belly, clenching and unclenching. The whales insides seemed to ripple and spasm around his unstoppable dinohood. He could feel the sweet orca loosening up, getting used to his equipment, he was going to be a good fit after all.
He bucked again and again into the nice hot body. Inch after inch of his thick shaft was disappearing lewdly into the moaning water boy. The warmth of the orcas tight plumbing drew another snarl from Klaus' lips. He continued to burrow his way deeper into Clary, swearing he would drag the mammals his soul out from its closet by the time he was done.
A red light near the ceiling caught Clary's attention. He was able to see the security camera out of the corner of his eye. All he could do was hope that Melissa wasn't doing the books for the night in Klaus' office. He wondered what she would think if she saw him stung out like this, saw him and the boss like on a live sex show. He wondered if she would close the door, maybe even touch herself while Klaus repeatedly stuffed that monster cock into him. The orca couldn't help but feel he was going to be turned inside out every time the allo's hips crashed into his. The piercing tool was still stretching his innermost reaches, white spots appearing in front of his eyes every time the bulbous head pushed its way past his prostate like a stampeding rhino pushing through a crowd of midgets. Clary could do little to move, but he was able to lift his hips back until they were driven forward by the other males thrusts. His whole body seemed to become alive when he was filled, his senses sang and toes curled under the intense rush. He could feel the heavy dinosaur balls beating against his dark rear like a madman beating on a drum. Soon he was cumming but he was barely aware of it, his insides grasping and fighting the searing hot meat every time it came. His seed stained the felt cover of the pool table. It puddled under him, creating glistening ropey strands holding him down to the warm material of the table. Every push sent him farther into a state of mind he couldn't explain. His inner walls were slick now with Klaus' sticky precum. This caused the length of solid cockmeat driving into him to make a satisfying squelching sound.
Klaus felt the telltale gripping at his tool. The orcas anal ring flexed over and over for a full minute while his balls drained onto the pool table. He felt Clary's hands ball into fists while the dino continued to rock him throughout the ordeal. Leaning in over his partner, Klaus started to nip repeatedly at the fin shaped end of the orcas tail. He thought that a few gold hoops decorating the end of that tail would make Clary even more appealing. The dinosaur bent forward farther, leaning his head down to the gagged black-and-white mammal, huffing steamily into his face.
The allosaurs pace increased dramatically, his hips pitched and started to pound the orcas sweet ass roughly. Klaus threw the pool cue aside and let the bulk of his body hold Clary in place. He spread his arms and dug his claws into the felt table, using it for support and balance. He knew he was close now, he could feel a few drops of condensation running down his chest and his back, or was the mammal sweating? Regardless, the contrast of the water sliding lazily down his skin proved to be a sharp contrast to the hot musky warmth that surrounded his groin. Klaus started with a rumbling growl beginning in his chest. He felt the orca tighten around him again, but this time he knew it was him who was swelling. The allo's balls tucked them up close to his groin suddenly, as if taking cover from the blast.
What came out of Klaus was a roar loud enough and powerful enough to rival the cry of the terrible king himself. Clary was certain that he felt every bone in his body tremble at the noise. The sting of his lovers increasing girth nearly caused him to cum again, but in those last moments his sac had been knocking painfully against the wood ledge of the pool table. A heat started to fill his insides. He squirmed at first before he realized that he lover had reached his climax. The hot jets of ancient history coating his bowels and intestines. He could smell the rich musky seed in the air.
Immense relief came flooding through his taxed body. The euphoric moment of a perfect orgasm inside another man was almost lost to him. He never took the size of his piece for granted. He knew he had a gift every time he came. He could even feel the hot semen shooting down his tube when it was really good. The roar was followed by an almost strangled sounding chortle, his big hand clenched and his claws slashed through the felt and carved deep, narrow scratches into the slate plates below. He felt his own heated essence dripping from the overstuffed tail beneath him. The sticky hot goo slid down over his balls and dripped onto his thigh as well as the floor. Soon his scent added to that of his lovers spilled seed, filling the room with pungent male aroma.
Klaus remained fixed in place above the orca. His hips jammed tightly against the bubble of Clary's ass, squishing them into an oblong shape. And as all things must, the sweet otherworldly bliss of his orgasm faded, and passed. He panted through his mouth for several moments, coming down from the glandular high he noticed the small things first. The drone of the fan above him, the way his tail was tapping the floor without him really realizing it. Somewhat shakily, Klaus shifted his grip to the ridge of the table and somehow managed to hoist himself off the trapped poolshark. He let himself slide free of that wonderful backside, a generous ammount of his own seed followed, running down Clarys legs and pattering messily on the floor. With one claw he undid the buckle holding the uncomfortable gag in the orcas mouth. He let it fall onto the table with a wet thud.
"Oh... Oh... Oh..." Clary gasped over and over again. The dinosaur suppressed a chuckle while undoing the bonds at his wrists. Once that was taken care of he freed Clary's nuts from the strain of carrying the bag of pool balls. Klaus threw them onto the table too and went to get a cigarette from his shirt and winding up putting his shirt back on in the process while the orca let himself out of the makeshift spreader bar. Taking a long drag and turning to watch the sweet orca regain himself. The poor bastard had the shakes worse than him!
"Don't tell me the boss was too tough for his money." The big allosaurus chided with that deep rumbling voice of his. Clary said nothing in reply but walked over to him, spreading his legs and leaning against Klaus' leg and waist. The sea mammal looked up at him with those twinkling mischevious stars for eyes and took the cigarette from between his lips. Then Clary reached up to his own chest and pinched at his right nipple. The bud was still firm and covered in goosebumps. Without even blinking the gentle male stabbed his own nipple with the red-hot cherry end of the cigarette. There was a sharp, angry sounding hiss as the flame was snuffed out. The orca put the dead cigarette back into the dinosaurs mouth, brushed off his nipple a few times with one hand and smiled a big wonderful smile up at his lover.
"I bet Mel forgot to mention that, didn't she?" Klaus stared at him a moment, totally speechless.
"Yeah... she said you liked roughhousing but damn boy!" He reached out and touched Clary's skin where there should have been a burn or a discoloration but it was just as firm and delicious as his nipples had always been.
Clary kissed Klaus on the lips tenderly.
"Hey boss?"
"Yeah Clary."
"Does this mean I get a raise?"
"Don't bet on it."