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My hands are shaking...I can’t tell whether I’m nervous or excited. No, I’m both, I just don’t know if I’m more of the first or the second.

Grant took a deep breath and stepped out of his car, parked at the end of a long driveway in the middle of a more rural area. The region was partly wooded, partly plains; this house was more in a plains area, only a few scattered trees around, but there wasn’t another house anywhere nearby, the nearest one looked to be a quarter mile in the distance. It was a bigger house than he expected, but that wasn’t what had him shaking. That was more the reason he was there.

This may have been a bad idea...everyone will probably tell me it was, but...well, I kind of already knew that.

He’d heard it all before - don’t talk to complete strangers you meet on the Internet, definitely don’t give them personal information, ESPECIALLY definitely don’t go to meet them in remote locations 45 minutes from your house and anyone who knows you, because you never know if it’s going to be some predator. And yet, here he was, at the doorstep of one of those predators. Except, well, he knew it was a predator...and that was part of the reason he was there.

To get fucked by a predator.

Granted, he was old enough to choose to get fucked by a predator - at 22, he could very easily make those decisions and live with the consequences. But he’d been wanting to for at least six years prior...he’d never had the guts to act on it, but in the last year he’d been working up the nerve, talking with people about it, and last week he’d gotten in touch with a good prospect. A tyrannosaur anthro named Shazer, who was looking for prey.

Grant desperately wanted to be that prey.

There was a thrill, in being dominated and controlled by a creature with power, size, and a threatening form. Thick, sharp claws that could tear through him like he was paper, fangs that could pierce through his body, muscle that could hold him still despite all desire to separate...these things turned him on like no-one’s business. He didn’t want to actually be hurt or raped...he just wanted them to be powerful and him to be powerless. And Shazer wanted a powerless bitch.

He hadn’t actually seen Shazer, apart from a profile pic. Grant didn’t think he was a spoof, but if he was...well, someone who wasn’t a powerful predator wouldn’t be able to keep him there, more likely than not. They had talked a fair bit in the last week and there was at least a basic element of trust. They had discussed arrangements. Grant wanted to be tied down, Shazer wanted a gag in there. Shazer wanted them to meet at his house; Grant, having just a smallish apartment, agreed to that. Grant insisted that he had a condom, Shazer had agreed. Shazer had suggested the possibility of an extended stay, Grant had balked at that and said no, one round and that was it. Communication was important, especially since they were mutually agreeing on no safe word or signal. That was dangerous, but that was the entire reason Grant wanted to do this anyway…

His heart was pounding as he reached the door and knocked on it. He felt weak, shivery, almost faint...the reality was already working on him, making him feel very uncertain...yet, he had a suspicion that Shazer would like that. It certainly made him seem more like prey...humans weren’t typically considered a prey species, but compared to a rex, he felt he qualified.

The door opened several seconds later, and...Grant wasn’t totally prepared for what he saw. Definitely a T-rex anthro, as promised, but the sheer size of him was beyond what Grant was prepared for. He himself wasn’t exactly small, average height and build still meant six feet and a healthy weight. But Shazer had over a foot on him, and was built like an ultimate fighting champion, rocking a mass of muscle and probably a hundred pounds of weight on him. Oh, he was the perfect picture of a predator...it lit up every spark Grant had, he couldn’t have asked for more. He was very sparsely dressed, only a speedo that was mostly gratuitous, since it was too small to cover much of anything; he could see a wetness in the front and the swollen slit poking over the top.

“Hm...you’re my bitch, eh?” Even his voice, a baritone with a natural growl to it, was giving him chills. Shazer knew his name, but he’d told Grant ahead of time that he wouldn’t be hearing much of it while he was there. That was fine, it just made the effect all the more powerful. He nodded, and Shazer smirked at him. “Well, I’ve had smaller, but you’ll definitely do. Was gonna be pissed if you’d been another elephant wanting a smaller dom.”

“Y-yeah...I know what you mean.”

“Heh, you sound terrified...I love it.” He leaned down into Grant’s face, showing bright, well-kept fangs that looked horrifyingly sharp. “I’m not in the mood to play games. We’re here to fuck, so you’d better be ready now.”

Grant couldn’t have nodded fast enough.

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Things weren’t going quite as Grant expected already. He’s envisioned following the rex to his dungeon, walking behind him and admiring that muscular body that would soon be going at him. Instead, Shazer had hefted him over his shoulder and carried him there, not exactly giving him the best of views but putting on a power display that inspired no small amount of arousal. The dungeon was different from his vision as well - he’d envisioned something dark and stony, but it was actually pretty well-lit and looked more or less like another room in the house...albeit, a room with a bondage rack, plenty of accessories, and some devices that seemed borderline torturous.

The rex gave him time to disrobe...sixty seconds before the claws came out. Grant didn’t need it, thankfully, he was undressed in thirty. Shazer had wanted a violent disrobing, but Grant had had to turn it down - the idea was enticing, but he didn’t have clothes to sacrifice for it. Quickly he was standing naked before the rex, who’d doffed his speedo in no time. Both of them were in a state of high arousal, but Grant was getting faint again at the sight of what was prepared for him - long, pointed at the tip but deliciously thick thereafter, wet and leaking pungent precum, it was a beast that was more than a match for his largest toys. Well, he was glad he’d been working himself up in size...a predator with a pinprick wasn’t going to do for him. He himself was nothing to write home about in the package department, but he preferred taking it anyway, he couldn’t have cared less about his own size if he wasn’t going to be pounding any holes.

“Get this on, bitch. It’s made for humans.” Shazer threw something at him almost without warning, and he only just caught it. It was the gag that was going into his mouth...not a ball gag exactly, it seemed almost like a bite guard in a way, the front was wider but the back was narrower. It was going to go in and be a mouthful...he dutifully shoved it in and strapped it around his head. Just small enough that it didn’t go into his throat, but most of his mouth was occupied. The surprise came when it expanded in his mouth with his saliva, growing larger until his jaw was pinned in place. He wasn’t sure how it was supposed to come out, but Shazer would certainly know. Hopefully.

Satisfied, Shazer lifted him and placed him on the rack face-up. It was a device Grant had never seen before, it looked rather complex...but convenient, it adjusted for various sizes and shapes, meaning he didn’t have to have a bunch of different racks for different prey. Grant couldn’t help but notice that the adjustments were upward...whoever had been in there last had been smaller than him. He hoped that he wouldn’t be too big to satisfy Shazer’s tastes.

Once everything was in place, the tying began. The belts were stiff but padded, they didn’t hurt even as they were tightened down. His arms were wrapped first, three loops of belt seizing his wrists firmly. He tested moving them; they couldn’t budge an inch. And knowing that the rack could go far bigger, they were probably rated for a force he couldn’t hope to generate with five of him. He thought that was it, but Shazer wasn’t done yet; he produced a pair of mitts that fit around his hands, cutting off mobility of the fingers and thumb.

“Humans...probably my favorite species to fuck.” Shazer’s voice sounded almost taunting as he secured the mitts. “Always thinking they’re at the top of the pack, the best of the best, high and mighty...when their real place is at the end of a real apex predator’s cock. Sure, historical ‘prey’ species have kairomone responses that humans don’t, but it’s so much more satisfying putting someone into their proper position.”

Grant felt himself redden and his heart start to pound harder. It was definitely sexy predator talk...except it didn’t sound like gratuitous talk for the effect, it sounded like something Shazer actually believed. Was he in over his head even more than he thought? If he was...there was absolutely nothing he could do about it now. That sent a bit of a spike of fear through him...but it wasn’t exactly making his cock go down.

Shazer was now securing Grant’s legs, three belts around his ankles just like his wrists, locking his feet into recesses, with his ass exposed wide. “You think you’re predators, big and strong and powerful...but the truth is that you’re weaker than even most prey species. Humans were made to be cock sluts. Look at you. No real claws on your fingers and toes, just soft, blunt tips that can’t fight off shit. A flat face keeps your teeth from being any real danger, you have to go too far to actually use them.” He dragged a claw along the cleft of Grant’s ass, running it up his tailbone. “And not even a tail to block your hole. Nature designed you to have no defense against being fucked. You can pretend all you want, but your bodies are a truth you can’t fight.”

There was no question that it was exactly what the rex felt...it was too visceral and real to just be a practiced line. Shazer wasn’t just seeing him as prey, there was something more personal to it. Something that Grant hadn’t anticipated. Exactly what was going to happen here? Possibly something Grant would regret…

“You called for this?” Shazer held something up in his claws...an unwrapped condom dangling down. It looked rather too small to fit on him, but Grant knew they stretched… “You human bitch sluts. This is what I think of that.” The human’s eyes widened a bit as he saw Shazer pierce the base of the condom with a claw, and then drag the claw down the entire length, up to the tip, cleaving a massive divide in it that rendered it useless. No wonder it was so small...he never had intent to use it. He was breaking the deal! Grant had said…

“Don’t give me that look.” The rex was grinning at him demonically. “You said I had to have a condom. You never said I had to WEAR it.” Fuck, technically he was right. Most would equate have and use...Grant certainly would have, but Shazer was probably all too eager to pounce on it. Would he have fought it if Grant had been more specific?

“Don’t pretend you’re disappointed. Human bitches were made for the cum of real predators. I could see it in your eyes the moment you laid eyes on it. You wanted the real deal, don’t try to tell me you didn’t.”

Grant swallowed. He had told himself if he was going to be dangerous, he’d at least do safe sex; some little thing that was cautious and careful despite everything else. But...he could see and smell that big dick, he remembered his first glance at it, slick and wet...he couldn’t deny what Shazer said. He wanted it, all natural, and the idea that Shazer was deliberately pointing out the lack of protection was turning him on. Maybe he was as slutty as Shazer claimed humans were…

Slowly Shazer stepped over to Grant’s lower end, stepping up between his legs and leaning down over the bound human, his hot breath wafting over Grant’s face. “I may not look like it...but I can hear pretty well. I can hear your heart pounding...I can hear your breathing...I know exactly what it sounds like. It sounds like prey. And I can smell pretty well, too...I can smell the same thing I smell on other human bitches I’ve fucked. The smell of lust, of desire...of a bitch who just can’t wait to be claimed, to be used like a little human bitch should be.” The tip of his cock pressed against his asshole - raw, only wet with his natural fluids, as visceral as he’d ever had in his life. “Well, you’re gonna get it now...and it’s going to be everything you ever hoped for. You’re gonna know exactly what it’s like to be ruled over by a predator, and you’re never going to want anything less.”

There was no more warning. Shazer pulled back just slightly and then drove in with brutal force, making Grant jerk and yell through the gag as he felt his body get stretched with a vengeance. If he hadn’t practiced with big toys, that kind of impact would have probably severely damaged him...even with that practice, he was feeling it, a fierce burn in his ass from the friction and stretch that he wasn’t eased into. And it was sheer, absolute perfection - just what he had been wanting, a predator not to pussyfoot around, not to go gentle on him, but to treat him like prey, be as relentless as if he was pursuing him to kill and eat him.

And Shazer proved just that relentless. He only briefly stayed still inside Grant - not to let him adjust, but to savor the sensation of that tight human ass clenching around his cock. And when he’d had his moment, he jerked back and slammed in again, hissing at the burn around his own cock from the tight squeeze of those walls rubbing against him. It felt so damn good, physically and mentally, being able to play this way, especially with a human. He let himself go, allowing his predatory instinct to take over and ravage the human’s asshole, pounding him with wild, intense vigor that made him feel more alive than ever.

It was almost hurting, as hard as he was being pounded. Grant was feeling it all through his body, not just in his ass; the force was rocketing through him and his bound body could do nothing but take it, not move even a little to mitigate it. The heat of that cock was nothing like his toys, nothing like the wrapped tools he’d taken with most others, it beat through him and raged constantly. He was getting a little slicker as precum was spat into his passage, but only a little - Shazer was so big that the lubrication barely helped. Through the pleasurable haze, he wondered if Shazer would be this rough on a virgin or much less prepared person...when he could truly hurt them by going this wild. Even as ready as he was, he wasn’t ready for it...but for him, that was what MADE it. His dick was throbbing with pleasure, he knew his orgasm was going to come on rapidly and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it, the scenario and the physical feelings were melding together to construct a palatial euphoria in his mind, one he had no control over, and he welcomed it.

It was all too quickly that stars exploded in his vision, his eyes rolling back in his head as his climax erupted. Spurts of pent-up cum shot out of Grant’s cock, painting his chest and stomach with white, even shooting hard enough to splatter on the rex above him. His ass clamped down hard on that intruding cock as his body tensed uncontrollably, jerking and shaking in his bonds. And still Shazer hammered away, not even mildly interrupted by all the new motion in his bitch, battering his prostate and making his orgasm linger on and on...his heart was racing, he was heaving in and out, he truly felt overpowered, threatened, and that was making the pleasure high stronger than ever.

“Rrr, that’s right...submit to me, little human slut…” Shazer growled, gripping the frame of the bondage rack harder and trying to drill him harder, even though he didn’t have much more force to apply. Grant was the perfect bitch, didn’t resist anything he did, and clearly loved being dominated and controlled. “Take my cock, slut, show me how weak and pathetic you are, how much you love being put in your fucking place!” He rammed in and got another squirt of cum shooting out of Grant’s cock, the wetness splashing on his abs and lingering there...such a rewarding feeling, some guys didn’t like getting messes on them but to him there was no purer sign of a bitch’s submission that a nice, virile seed shooting. And that tension around his dick, so tight and hot, so stimulating...he was grunting and growling as he in sand out of Grant, the pleasure starting to get to him as well.

Grant was almost delirious now, his orgasm had subsided but he was still jerking from pleasure pounding through him from the rex’s shaft. The ache was still there, but subdued, and the pleasure was still quite powerful. His cock hadn’t softened at all, remaining stubbornly erect under the relentless assault on Grant’s body. And as far as he cared, Shazer could go for an hour if he wanted, if it was going to feel this good.

But it wasn’t an hour, it was only a couple more minutes before Shazer’s growls grot louder and deeper, and his cock started to throb deep inside Grant. “Fucking...take my seed, slut!” he roared out, followed by a more bestial roar as he came, gushing thick masses of predator seed inside his bitch’s ass. The hot fluid rushed deep inside Grant, soothing the burn from the rubbing of that dino meat inside his body and filling him with musky spunk that he knew would linger around in him for a while. His moans were barely audible through the thick gag, but the shuddering of his body and the blissful, hazy expression in his eyes were proof enough of his ecstasy.

Shazer remained fully embedded inside the human’s ass for a good minute, getting every drop of seed that he could out of his gonads. It was quite a lot...he’d been holding himself back for this, just as he suspected Grant had been from the way he’d cum himself. “Heh...that’s right...just like a proper human bitch, giving yourself up to a big, powerful predator. Too bad all those other preds wouldn’t bite, they missed out...their loss.” He pulled out of Grant, a gush of cum following behind, leaving the human with a very empty feeling; he moaned out a bit, he was still quite hard from the treatment, and felt pretty needy, wishing he could get more...except…

“I’m sticking to our deal, bitch. One time, and then I let you go, and that’s all we do until next time if that’s what we both want.” Shazer leaned in to his face, hot breath washing over him. “Though...I’ll bet you don’t want that, now, do you? You’d rather stay here? Rather see what a real predator can do with a bitch slut like you? See what I can do with these toys, see what friends I have, see how for I can push those limits of yours, and just carry you along for the ride? Is that what you want?”

It was no secret why he was asking; Grant knew if he responded yes, he was the one breaking the deal, and then all bets were off. Shazer would have full control, he didn’t know if he’d be able to set any limits at all, and there was a good chance he’d be there for days. And the throb in his cock was all he needed to know what he wanted. He gave a vigorous nod, then jerked as he felt that thick cock ram back into his abused asshole. He was in way over his head, and he knew he’d love every second of it.