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Working for a dinosaur was somewhat of a nerve-wracking proposition, especially a carnosaur. True, they weren't the vicious predators of their ancestors, but they still had a touch of that in them, a predatory drive that helped them reach success more quickly and effectively than most others. And it was hard to ask your boss for a raise when they could bear loads of sharp teeth at you when they smiled.

Clyde liked his boss as a person, but asking him for anything was a daunting prospect, and for money even more so. But at this point, he had little choice; he was going to be destitute soon, a couple of huge expenses beyond his control had him in serious financial trouble, and his pride came second to actually having a roof over his head. So as he stood in front of his scaly superior, he kept up the boldest appearance he could manage.

“Mr. Graghor...I think I deserve a raise. I've been working here almost a year, and you know I've been delivering on some key projects. I don't take excessive time off, I'm a hard worker, everyone around here will attest to my value to the company...I've kept quiet about it because I don't want to make trouble, but I have to speak up now."

His boss, Raskus Graghor, leaned over his desk and sighed, an expression that didn't fill him with excess confidence. He was a huge man, quite a bit bigger than Clyde was, bigger than just about anyone in the department, and it seemed like every move he could make just added to his intimidation factor. The fact that he looked like he could tear apart a feral rhino with his bare hands didn't hurt in that department either. “I'm sorry, Mr. Denton, but I can't do that. I agree, you're deserving of a raise after all the work you've done, and if it was up to me, you'd have it. But all that aside, the company hasn't been doing well this year and is struggling to meet its targets...I'm on a total freeze, no new hires, no raises, no promotions, no nothing in order to keep payroll manageable. We're lucky that we've managed to avoid layoffs, if I rock the boat we might lose that. So again, I'm sorry, but I have to say no."

Clyde's face fell; even the praise Mr. Graghor had given him didn't change the reality that he wasn't going to succeed. “A bonus, then? Or can I work extra hours on any lingering projects? Anything I can do, you can put me to it…"

Slowly the saurian shook his head. “I can't give any bonuses until the end of the year, and they've quashed our department's overtime until things get stronger. There's no room for anything." He would've been hesitant to assign Clyde any new projects even if he could; the human was a good worker, but perhaps spent too much time on it, a bit more than was healthy. It wasn't his place to say anything about it, but a few paid vacation days weren't going to hurt his standing in the company.

Visibly deflated, Clyde knew he was in a bind. The only thing he had left was begging...not exactly the kind of thing he wanted to do, but his options were extremely limited. “Boss...listen to me. I'm in a bad way. I had to pay a ton to fix my car after some asshole trashed it in my apartment parking lot. My student loans are biting me in the ass. I was just given a maintenance charge by my landlord for something I thought was supposed to be their obligation. I might be able to make next month's rent but not the month after. I've tried finding a second job but no one's hiring close enough that I could get there in time after work here. I'm in desperation mode here...I need help, I don't know what else I can do. There's got to be something...I will literally do anything you want me to do, I don't care how terrible the work is or what. Just...please...can't you do something?"

The plea wasn't falling on deaf ears. Raskus was in a bind himself, it wasn't like he didn't want to do anything for one of his better employees. He might have been high on the power structure but there were still people over his head, and they would be all too happy to can HIS ass if he went around their directives. But it also seemed likely to him that doing nothing would probably mean losing Clyde once he couldn't sustain himself, and that was even worse. He leaned further towards Clyde, his eyes almost boring into the human. “You really want this money, Clyde?"

It was no accident that his boss had used his first name; Clyde knew something was up. He nodded solemnly. “I need it...I'll do anything you need me to."

There was a moment of silence. “If you mean that...then come back to my office at 8PM tonight. And don't breathe a word of this to anyone, period. Understood?"

“Y-yes, sir." Already he knew something suspicious was up...his boss wouldn't be so cagey if it was just a simple and straightforward task. But he'd do just about anything short of murder...and Mr. Graghor wasn't the kind of person to go that far. Whatever it was, he was certain he could manage.

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The hours passed during the day, and Rask was doing what he was supposed to be doing - meeting with people, getting updates on projects, handing out assignments, and just generally taking charge. He was in his element, just as he had been for four years now; he was damn good at his job and quite proud of that fact. And it was a testament to his fortitude and self-control that he was able to perform at his normal level despite the high degree of nervousness bubbling beneath the surface.

Remember, he came to you. He was desperate, he begged for anything I could do. I'm doing this to help him out...it's not taking advantage of him, it's entirely voluntary, I'm not forcing him to do anything. If he decides he won't do it, I won't force him…

His justifications felt thin even to his own mind, but then again, it wasn't like he didn't know the score. He was planning on paying one of his employees for the privilege of sex, which was at the very least pushing the boundaries of acceptable behavior, if not flat-out over them. If anyone found out about it, Rask knew he might be out of a job in a heartbeat if he couldn't convince his bosses that he wasn't doing something clearly inappropriate, and he'd probably have a very difficult time finding another job with that on his record.

True, sex in their culture was a lot more open than some; things which were taboo in other societies were acceptable here. Heck, it wasn't even that bizarre to see a couple people going at it right out in the open. But that didn't mean there weren't any rules, and among those rules were limitations on boss-employee encounters. The kind of coercion that came from that kind of power imbalance could be considered sexual harassment or assault, even rape. If it was totally consensual, it would be allowed, but they were very careful about those kinds of things. Holding money over Clyde's head could be considered a form of coercion, so he'd have to have a very good explanation if this came to light. And it didn't help that in sex he liked to be even more controlling and dominant than in business; he knew he'd have to keep himself in check if he wanted to make his story believable.

The way he saw it, it was of benefit to both of them. Rask paid for sex on occasion; he didn't really have to, he could go into a club and find someone willing to bend over for him in pretty short order, but sometimes it was nice to have a professional on his cock, plus it was nice to support the economy a bit. There was nothing against prostitution in their culture, it was a respected and prominent industry, unlike some places which had it outright illegal (but fucking someone for free was totally fine - a double standard which Rask found hilariously bizarre). All he was doing was paying for sex with an ostensibly willing participant. He'd get his rocks off, Clyde would get the money to stay afloat a while longer, everyone wins. There was no guarantee that everyone would see it that way, though, so the best thing would be if no one found out.

He was fortunate in that regard. His office didn't have any windows to the inside of the building, and they were high up enough that it would be hard to see inside the outside windows; all the same, he would have the shades drawn. The door would be locked, and the room was fairly soundproof, a benefit they had after someone had been caught trying to eavesdrop on company secrets to take back to a rival. There were no security cameras in the office, so no risk of someone snooping that way. And the only people with a key besides himself were the janitors, and they only cleaned his office on weekends. Unless he acted suspicious, or Clyde let anything slip, they were unlikely to be caught.

So as the hours ticked on, he put up his front, hiding any nerves behind a well-practiced façade of authority and control. And it worked, no one mentioned anything about his behavior, no one asked any questions about him that weren't business-oriented. And the receding sunlight gave way to the evening, people trickled out of the building, and he looked to be in the clear. Now the only question was whether Clyde was actually going to come in...eight o'clock came, and he watched a minute tick past, then another. Perhaps he'd lost his nerve...Rask wouldn't blame him, even without knowing what he wanted Clyde would have to think something was suspicious, and that might drive him off.

But at five minutes past eight, the door opened, and Clyde entered the office, stepping gently as if someone might overhear. Even before he got all the way in, Rask said firmly but quietly, “Lock the door behind you."

Nodding, Clyde did as instructed, turning the deadbolt and shutting out the rest of the building. “Anything else you want done, boss?"

“Yeah. For now, no 'boss,' no 'sir,' no 'Mister Graghor.' Just Rask or Raskus." Not that Rask didn't like being called sir during sex, but names would help reduce any illusion of coercion. “Until you leave this room, that's the rule. Understood?"

“Yes, s-er, Rask." It was odd to be so informal, but Clyde figured he had his reasons, and he wasn't going to argue them. “Um...okay, so what is it you want?"

Well, it was now or never, and there was no point in subtlety. Rask stood up and walked around the desk, looking down at Clyde with a desolate seriousness. “I'm going to pay you to have sex with me. Not just a bit of petting or mild things, full-on sex the way I want it. You do that, there'll be a decent windfall in it for you. If that's not something you're willing to do, you can unlock that door and walk out right now, and not say anything about this. It's up to you."

He watched carefully for any change in Clyde's expression now that the task had been revealed. But there was none; in fact, Clyde simply nodded resolutely and started removing his clothing. “I said anything, and I meant it. I'll do whatever you want."

It wasn't just the acceptance but the lack of hesitation that surprised Rask the most. He'd expected some hemming and hawing, at least some questioning, not just simple acceptance. But Clyde had expected this to be one of the possibilities after thinking about it, and really he was more glad it wasn't something more serious than that. Sex he could do, and Rask was hardly difficult on the eyes. He wasted no time divesting himself of his garments, not wanting to keep the dinosaur waiting, and after a moment Rask snapped out of his surprise and did the same.

As Clyde started first, he got done first, his normally fairly well-kept clothing strewn haphazardly on the ground. It gave him some time to observe his boss's body in this new light...and it was definitely an impressive sight to behold. He knew Rask was big, but his clothing didn't do his figure justice, hiding much of the pure muscle that he bore...he could've been a model instead, it would've seemed like a perfect fit. The well-defined chest wouldn't be out of place on a bodybuilder, and the bulges in his arms and legs were more akin to a weightlifter than a businessman. All this cloaked in a reptilian hide that radiated toughness...it was no wonder he could command so effectively without being nasty, he looked powerful enough that you had to listen.

Equally impressive was what Rask was packing between his legs. His cock was already rising out of his slit as he banished his pants and underwear from his body, and he could tell immediately that it was going to be huge. The pointed tip rapidly filled out to full size in just a couple inches, and the surface of it was rugged, mottled with rough bumps, designed to rub against a passage incessantly with every motion. He watched it lengthen and swell, bigger and bigger...no wonder he wanted help with it, it was a tall order for him to handle all on his own.

Rask was not as careless with his clothes, smoothing them out and folding them onto his chair, keeping them fairly neat. When finished, he stepped around his desk, leaning back onto the top of it slightly, standing at full size in front of Clyde. The human was as unimpressive as he was impressive, a smaller, scrawnier type with no real muscle to speak of, almost looking like he'd fight against a light breeze, and endowed averagely for a human, though it was trying to look as big as possible. Though, in truth, that was the type he wanted - they posed no challenge to him and knew it, they knew their place, and he loved being served by them. Nerves aside, he was looking forward to this. “Well...get to it, then."

The second thing that really struck Rask in this encounter was that Clyde didn't even ask him what he meant by that. The human was upon him in moments, hands and mouth tending to his cock like it was giving him life. He had to bite back a hiss and moan at the feel of it, it had been a while since he'd gotten himself properly worked and rarely did he get satisfying oral, but Clyde was doing impressively well. His tongue seemed to hit all the right places, focusing on the tip with a tendency to slip around his cockslit, his fingers rubbing and working the flesh especially between those bumps. Rask felt his fingers start to grip into the front of his desk, and he tried to keep himself from overdoing it, lest his claws create unsightly gouges.

And Clyde was doing all he could to get him to lose his composure. He sucked at the tip, licking up precum as fast as he could, relishing the heavy taste of the powerful male. Maybe he was weird, but that was his favorite taste of all...not perhaps the most pleasant, but it was so desirable on another level. The feel of the shaft on his mouth and hands was very different from what he'd felt before, he wondered if it was just Rask's type or if other saurians had anything like that...it was rather novel and fun to play around with. But this wasn't for his play, it was to service his boss, and he wanted to make sure he did the best job he could. And he was ready to show what he could do.

With a sudden motion, he forced his way down on the cock, taking several inches of it into his mouth and throat. Rask couldn't hold back this time, letting out a fearsome growl as his grip on the desk tightened to the point of hurting, barely having the presence of mind to use the flats of his fingers on the wood. He would've thought it impossible for Clyde to do something like this, but he wasn't just doing it, he was excelling at it, handling that size without a hint of strain...clearly, this was not his first encounter with a sizable dick, which Rask was starting to really appreciate.

Clyde bobbed up and down with aplomb, barely showing any strain from the effort despite the obvious bulge in his throat. The full impact of the taste of carnosaur was on his tongue, and he could feel pre pouring down his throat in rather liberal amounts. And the uneven surface of the shaft was a very peculiar feeling inside his throat, making it an interesting challenge to work with. He went down further on it, more and more of the flesh disappearing into his maw and expanding his throat further, his mouth stretched wider around it than appeared possible. His hands moved from Rask's cock to his thighs as he continued to push his limits, gripping the saurian's legs as he forced more of that meat into him.

Eventually, Rask grabbed Clyde's shoulders and pulled him off, a loud slurp emanating from him as he extracted his throbbing dick from the human's mouth. Much as he loved the feeling of it, he was worried it might get to be a bit too much, and that Clyde would force himself beyond what was reasonable just to try to please his boss. Still, he was impressed by what he had seen already, and it definitely made him hotter than ever. “That was incredible...you've done this before, haven't you?"

Clyde nodded, turning a bit red. “My, uh...boyfriend's a bull. A Sayaguesa. He's...built a lot like you, and he's pretty similar size. Definitely not the same feel, though…"

“Damn...boyfriend, huh? Am I gonna get you in trouble?"

“No, we, uh...we fool around with others a fair bit. Keeps things interesting and new...I think he'll like hearing about it."

Rask was liking this side of Clyde more and more. “Good, good...wouldn't want to split you up over this. Hm, so, has he stretched out any other part of you?"

The human nodded, turning redder. “All the way. You can be as rough as you want, he usually takes me dry and doesn't prep me at all...I really wanna know what that thing feels like inside me."

What Rask got out of that was that he wanted it as hard as Rask could give it. And he was more than eager to give it. He grabbed Clyde again and turned him around to face his desk, hands out on the wood and legs spread, showing his waiting ass. A grin formed on his face as he lined his cock up wit the human's hole, pressing against it gently...it had a surprising amount of give, even with the expectation that he'd be able to handle it. Rarely did he get a bitch for the night that could handle him like this, going as rough as he could take it...this was turning out to be a better and better idea every second.

He didn't keep Clyde waiting, hammering the full length of his cock into him in the next moment. The human let out a strained moan of pleasure as he was filled forcefully, his body readily adjusting to a familiar stretch...he loved being treated roughly in sex, it felt so much better than the timid efforts of early boyfriends. It was why he'd been going out with his bull boyfriend for the last year and a half, he trusted Clyde to be able to handle such things and didn't go easy on him. Rask seemed to be similarly good at that, and it didn't hurt that he was similarly hung as well. However, it did feel noticeably different...the uneven surface of the cock was quite a departure from his bull's, rubbing him madly and working his insides with a ferocity he'd never imagined. And when Rask started really thrusting, getting into his rhythm without much delay, that friction ramped up several times over, getting him singing out his pleasures rather quickly. Even the voluminous spurts of precum weren't really reducing the sensations, they even seemed to help them along as they allowed Rask to go faster and those bumps to rake over him more viciously.

Rask was in another level of heaven. It was amazing how tight Clyde was despite how easily he took him in, clinging to him and making every thrust a bit of work and a lot of pleasure. Even taking a bull routinely had only stretched him so much, not nearly enough to reduce the tension on his staff...he never got this level of tightness coupled with willingness to take his full energy. Too bad he was taken, or Rask would've been on that in a heartbeat. As it was, he was content to enjoy as much out of the encounter as he could, working his dick in and out wildly, passionately. He wasn't going to last long, but then again, it was only meant to be a quick romp anyway.

Beneath him, Clyde was panting heavily, on the verge of a climax himself. The pressure on his body was always wondrously effective at getting him off, bestowing ecstasy that even the tickle of his prostate didn't usually grant. He didn't even have to jerk himself, which was a good thing considering he was already struggling to keep himself stable with both arms on the desk. It took only a couple minutes of the carnosaur thrusting into him for him to finish, crying out as his seed fired out hard, splattering onto the front of the desk and onto the floor beneath him.

Rask could feel him tense down as his orgasm hit, driving him even closer. “Rrgh...gonna be done in...just a moment…"

“G-give it to me, Rask! I-inside!"

He wouldn't have it any other way. With a snarl, Rask slammed in hard and unloaded, heavy gluts of thick dino cum deluging Clyde's bowels. Clyde's fingers clenched down on the desk as the wonderful filling sensation arose in his gut, panting hard as his own climax started to die down; the fluid rushed deeper than any cock could reach, adding the desirable stretch to more of him and making him shudder in lewd euphoria. Rask had plenty to give, and he could feel the cock pulse with each squirt as his boss emptied himself as much as he could into him, some dribbles leaking out of his widely-stretched hole as the pressure forced it back out. He tightened down as much as he could to prevent that; he wanted as much of it inside him as he could get, and didn't want to leave a huge mess for Rask to have to clean up.

Finally the dino's grip loosened on him, and he felt Rask's dick stop pulsing and pumping. Slowly he pulled out, leaving just the belly full of seed to fill him up; it was deep enough and thick enough that it didn't come streaming out the moment his ass was unoccupied, though there were enough trickles to make the mess obvious. That was quickly solved as Rask hurried over to a desk drawer and pulled out a plug, which he jammed into Clyde's rear, stopping up the flow. Clyde couldn't help but let out a breathless laugh. “Just happened to have that prepared?"

“You're not the first person I've had up here for a round of fun...first employee, though." The dino's cock was still dripping a bit, but he didn't care at the moment; he had some clean-up to do anyway, he'd get to that all at once. “That was a hell of a romp, though. More than worth the price, and one I'm glad to pay to make sure you're able to stick around." He slid a check over to the front of the desk, made out to Clyde for $800 - an amount beyond what the human had been expecting. “I hope that helps your situation out some…"

“Yeah...it's a huge help. Thank you so much…" Clyde felt himself start to smile for the first time all day. That would more than cover the maintenance and part of his car repairs, he'd have enough for another month of rent at least, and hopefully a lack of unexpected trouble would get him back on track. “I really appreciate this, and I really hope it doesn't get you in trouble."

Rask nodded assuringly. “I should be fine, don't worry about me. I'm just glad to be able to help. And, if you feel like you're in a bind again, don't hesitate to come to me...we'll work something out."

“Yeah, I'm sure it'll be a workout…" Clyde chuckled quietly. “I'll definitely do that." He held off saying that he'd consider asking even if he wouldn't be paid for it; Rask had stuck his neck out and he didn't want to risk the dino's job over potential improprieties. For now, he was just glad to have had the chance, and get something extra out of it. And his boyfriend would no doubt be probing him about all the details...that would be a story to share.