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Warehouse work. Moving and sorting boxes and packages. Easy work, easy pay. That was what it was supposed to be. It was worth noting, though, that that didn't mean GOOD work or GOOD pay.

And Ran certainly didn't see it that way. It wasn't at all what he wanted to do - it was quite beneath him, in fact, at least in his eyes. He had training in legal studies and administrative work, he was worth something better than this, surely! This was menial labor, the kind of job done by people who didn't have any better prospects, not someone with his level of education and experience.

But frustratingly, despite that education and experience, he couldn't seem to find someone who wanted to hire him. Dozens of job applications had led to scarcely any interviews, and the ones he did have dead-ended. The fact that he'd even gotten consideration for this was dejecting and humiliating, but he needed to eat and pay rent. At this point, money was money. Not that it was that much money...but it was money.

Still, it was clear his attitude wasn't exactly in tip-top shape as he reported for his first evening of work. He tried not to let it on too much to his supervisor, a fox who looked as if he, too, had other matters on his mind. “It's simple enough work. You read the addresses, figure out where they need to go, and sort them out. We want our trucks to try to make deliveries to compact areas for greater efficiency...you can see the zone map we have set up on the wall. If you don't know an area, you can type it into the terminal and it'll tell you what zone it is. These won't really be going out until tomorrow so time isn't exactly a priority, but the more you do the better off we are."

All very simple, nothing that Ran particularly needed to be educated on. It felt almost insulting being told such simple things...but, he figured it was standard fare for who they usually hired, and not worth griping about. He wasn't exactly the physical type, which was the only thing he was truly worried about, but there were carts and it wasn't like every delivery was a new piece of furniture or something. He was certain he'd manage.

Then came the other wrinkle: his co-workers.

He didn't know what to expect when he got in there, but what he saw seemed to fit the mold - a triceratops and an ankylosaur, both quite big and beefy, and both probably as lacking in brains as they were blessed in muscles by Ran's initial impression. He'd rarely come across a meathead with a solid mind...those two were probably dull as bedrock, and already he felt it was probably not a bad idea to assert himself over them. Maybe if he was lucky he could fast-track himself to a supervisor position, it had to be better than the grunt work.

“Bannon, Clyde, meet Ran. He'll be with you on organization. If he has any questions, show him the answers. I've got meetings to get to, I'll be checking in later."

“Got it, Max." Bannon, the trike, sounded very casual. Certainly didn't seem intimidated by his supervisor...well, Ran figured he knew his place.

Clyde, the ankylosaur, grunted a bit. “Ran, is it? Welcome aboard. Hope you stay on longer than the last guy. Dude couldn't sort for shit."

Damn. Who could be so dumb that they can't handle grunt work? “I think I'll manage. Take from the main pile, put in the zone piles. Easy enough."

“Yeah, that's what he said, too. I'll take show rather than tell." Ire flared up under Ran's skin. The nerve, thinking that he might be too dumb for this work! He'd put Clyde in his place. He was certain he could outperform both of them, he'd get more boxes in the right place than either one of them, that would show them what he was.

The fox merely nodded at the three of them, apparently uninterested in Clyde's remark. “Okay, I want to see the incoming area cleared out as much as possible before we're done for the night. Hop to it."

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It became drudgery almost immediately, but Ran had vowed to soldier through it, no matter how dull it got. At least it was exercise and money, two things he didn't get enough of. But it was also annoyance, which he got more than enough of already.

He had expected to be moving at top speed right away, but that hadn't turned out to be the case as all. Outside of the parts of town he frequented, he didn't know much at all, and had to go back looking for addresses on the computer far more often than he cared to. It certainly didn't help that several of them were mistyped or misspelled, causing him to have to futz around until he found what they were supposed to be. Even when he knew the place, he had to check the zone map to make sure he put them in the right place, which also slowed him down. And the bigger frustration was that while he was having to dash to the computer or the map all the time, Bannon and Clyde only rarely went to either - they saw the address and went where they needed to go without issue. How could meatheads like that be doing the job right if they never checked in? They were probably just moving boxes without thinking about the location…

By lunchtime, which was well past what dinner time should have been, he was already wiped out. Running back and forth all the time wasn't just a workout, it was excruciating. Of course those maddening dinos looked like they hadn't broken a sweat, moving at a saunter all the time and being big enough that nothing was heavy lifting for them. He entered the break room, kicking off his shoes and rubbing his feet to try to relieve the soreness.

Bannon and Clyde were in soon after, taking their seats casually. “Not what you expected, new guy?" asked the trike as he looked over the ragged human.

“It's RAN, and it is what I expected. A crappy job."

“Ain't a job for just anyone," grunted Clyde. “Takes effort, stamina, strength, and dedication. And learning. Can't forget the learning."

“Learning? Pah. A skilled labor job requires learning. This is mindless dreck."

Bannon snorted in what sounded maybe like amusement. “Really? 'Zat why you were dashing back to your cheat sheets all the time?"

Ran glowered at the meathead. “At least I was putting things where they belonged. What were YOU doing?"

“The same thing, more efficiently. What, you thought we just threw anything anywhere? Clyde and I have been here for a while, we've gotten familiar with the zones and what streets are in each of them. We had to spend plenty of time on that console early on, too, only way you'll get to know everything is with time and effort."

“Learned other things, too, like how to take it easy throughout so that we aren't dead on our feet halfway through the shift," added the ankylosaur. “And that no one gives a shit how many boxes we put through, really. So long as we don't break or lose anything, most stuff gets delivered within the delivery window and what doesn't usually just doesn't get to us early enough. No point trying to act like you're impressing someone."

“I don't need advice from YOU, thank you very much," Ran replied a bit hotly. The nerve they had, acting like he was the one needing guidance!

“I get the impression you don't think highly of us." Bannon no longer sounded terribly amused.

“Heaven help us, it can learn."

“Well, thanks for making it clear at least. Look, we didn't do anything to you. Just because you don't like this job doesn't mean we deserve to be the victims of your garbage attitude. If you hate it that much, leave."

“I don't intend to spend any more time in this place than I have to. If someone would hire me already, I'd be gone in a heartbeat. It's not my fault they keep passing up on someone with my experience."

“Maybe they caught whiff of your temperament," growled Clyde. “No one wants to work with a self-centered jackass."

Had he not been bristling at the insult, Ran might have been impressed that the plated dino knew a big word like 'temperament.' “Excuse me, I have years of education and experience! The only reason I'm disgruntled is because I have to take slum jobs! I was perfectly happy when I was working in a place where my talents could be useful!"

“Yeah, YOU were happy. Was anyone else?"

“My bosses were. They routinely praised my work."

“And yet they let you go?"

“I was just an unfortunate casualty of circumstance. Things weren't going well for them and they had to greatly reduce staff. I was far from the most necessary person on there, I understood that. But I figured that with how long I'd spent working there, it would provide me some prospects! Moving boxes, it's beneath me. That's YOUR work, apparently."

“Heh, mister high-and-mighty doesn't wanna slum it with us," spat Bannon derisively. “Maybe you should do the job well before you act like you're above us. You didn't move a quarter of the volume we did. Like it or not, we're the top dogs around here, and if someone was going to lose their job, it wouldn't be us."

Now it was Ran's turn to snort. “I'd be far better suited to something much more intellectually stimulating anyway. But that's why I'm different from you plant-eaters. I have actual AMBITION. I'm not just content to sit and wallow."

“Since when are we plant-eaters?" Clyde asked. “Just because our diet is a little greener...you do realize we adapted from ferals ages ago, right? The food chain doesn't apply."

“Not nearly enough. You all still lack the aggression of those who had to work for our food from the earliest times. That's why you're content to work menial labor like this, while I will eventually get something much more lucrative and important. I hunger for the challenge, and I work tirelessly to get it!"

“Yeah, that's what the last guy said, too," replied Bannon dismissively. “And he got canned for poor performance and being routinely late. And he was hardly the first...seems like everyone acts like they're too good for this until they actually have to do it, and then what do you know, they're all not good enough. You say you're hungry for challenge, yet you're not even rising to one you think is easy. Sounds to me like you're the one with ambition problems."

“How dare you!"

“Oh, what are you going to do? Write a very angry blog post? I'm sure your six internet friends will care very much. Try to prank us to prove in your own little world that you're superior? We know all the pranks, and we can fire right back. Complain to our supervisor, who's already left for the evening I might point out, that we were being 'mean' to you? Max knows the score just as well as we do, he's not going to take your side. Face it, you're not a big shot, you're not even a medium shot."

Ran was steaming now. “You thick-headed brutes wouldn't know what it's like to be a big shot anyway. I'm objectively better than you are! I have aspirations, I have skills, I have talents! You just move boxes!"

“And you barely move boxes a fraction as well as we do, yet you're here on the same job," Clyde stated with a voice that was running dangerously low on patience. “But fine. If you're that adamant that you don't belong here, we'll tell Max to let you go and send him back to the drawing board to find someone else."

That pulled Ran up short. He didn't want this job at all...but he NEEDED the job. His savings were paper thin at this point, this paid just enough to keep him from losing his apartment and to keep him eating at least something. As demeaning as the work was, it was the only thing he'd been able to scrounge up. “You...you can't do that! I need this!"

“Who says?" Bannon was getting in on the act, grinning maliciously as the power they wielded became crystal clear. “Sounds to me like mister big shot has lots of things he could be doing instead of 'menial work' like moving boxes. That's better work for big guys like us who don't have anything else they can be doing...like we aren't both college grads just trying to get by ourselves. But since you're so sure you're too good for this, we'd better just let Max know that it's just not the right fit."

“No! I...I can't afford not to have this!"

“Oh, really?" Clyde took a step forward, looming over the now distraught human. “Seems to me you shoulda thought of that before talking down to us. The two of us run this show, Max is technically our boss but he doesn't do the real work here, it's us and we're damn good at it. So if we decide we can't work with you, you're out on your ass. And so far, your attitude doesn't exactly give us reason to want you around. So I think we know what we're going to say."

“N-no, no! Please don't! I'll...I'll be...I'll be quiet, I swear!"

“I don't think I believe him," Bannon remarked.

“Neither do I," agreed Clyde.

Ran went white. “Please! No! I'll do whatever you want, whatever it is that I have to do!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Ran knew he'd fucked up. His desperation had cost him, in the form of a blank check for whatever the brutes wanted of him. And the worst part was that there was no taking it back - indeed, the expressions on the faces of the two saurians made it all too clear that they already knew what they were going to do with that level of latitude. If he tried to back out now, he could kiss the job goodbye...one that had taken him months to get, and was all that stood between him and destitution, homelessness, even starvation.

Perhaps that was an overstatement, but he didn't want to find out.

“Anything we want, eh?" Bannon's grin looked quite scary. “Well, I think I know a few things I could ask for…"

“I like the way you think," agreed Clyde with a dangerous chuckle. “What say we indulge yourselves, then?"

“Sounds perfect." The trike pointed at Ran. “Clothes off."

“Wh-hat?"

“You heard me. Ditch the duds and get on the table. Don't dawdle if you don't want us to do it for you."

Ran clenched his teeth, groaning a bit, but starting to comply. He had a sinking suspicion he knew where this was going...and he had basically given them the weapon to make him accept it. Could he blame them for running with it? Things were going to get very rough for him very quickly, and now he was bound to it. His face was reddening badly as he unbuttoned his nice shirt, a sharp contrast to the dingy and simple t-shirts the two saurians were pulling off. He'd have been swimming in those garments...why did they have to be so big? He wouldn't have been so intimidated if they weren't such beefy, muscular creatures, maybe that might have saved him from making such a huge mistake in the first place…

His nice, pressed khakis were the next to go, draped carefully over the chair, Ran trying to not feel awkward as he showed more and more skin. They were definitely dusty and somewhat dirty from the work in the warehouse...he had wanted to make a good professional impression, but now he was questioning whether that was really a good idea. The saurians were wearing lightweight shorts, much cooler in the stuffy air and clearly not nice enough to care about their condition...though, they weren't wearing them for long, dropping them and tossing them aside to reveal their bodies in their full glory. Every part of them was big and tough, arms and legs like tree trunks, chests chiseled by renaissance artists, big and sturdy enough to parallel their historic ancestry...Ran felt like next to nothing next to them, his pride had always been his mind, that he could out-think and control those big brutes with his mental acuity, and that had been badly dashed tonight. He felt his face burning as he dropped his tight white briefs, exposing what little there was left to see of himself...and little it was, making him even more humiliated as he saw them grinning.

“Looks like Ranny boy here's been compensating for something," Clyde snorted with disdainful amusement. “Why am I not surprised?"

“Because that's how it always is. Anyone desperate to prove they're a big shot is a little shot." Grinning maliciously, Bannon pointed to the break table. “Up and at 'em, bitch."

Ran winced at the invective, but held his tongue. If they wanted to treat him like that, what say did he have? They held all the cards, he was at their mercy and needed to make sure they stayed happy. So reluctantly he climbed up onto the table, which was at just about the right height for whatever they wanted to do...he felt horribly exposed, and very nervous. He was very much NOT experienced in this regard, but he had a feeling he was about to be, and in the roughest way imaginable.

And rough it was going to be, as he saw what he was up against. Bannon and Clyde had been prepping themselves while he was getting in position, and now they stepped in front of him to show off what they were packing. The flush crept in deeper as Ran took in the sight - both saurians were way bigger than he was, packing pieces that looked like they might be bigger than his arm, never mind his diminutive dick. Both also looked plenty knobby on the surface, with Clyde's looking harder and bigger and Bannon's looking more numerous. They were even hung like gods, it seemed almost unfair how much better they were in body...it wasn't often that Ran cared about that, but he did now, at the worst possible time.

“I think the bitch likes what he sees," snickered the trike as the moved from in front of Ran, letting Clyde's sizable form take up the entire area in front of the human's field of vision. “Wonder if he's been waiting for a big strapping guy or two to put him in his place?"

“Whether he has or not, he's about to get it." Clyde stuck his cock into Ran's face, smearing some slit fluid onto him and making him recoil a bit. The wetness had a dry, heavy, smoky scent to it, the smell of ankylosaurian musk...he could have gone his whole life without knowing what that was like. “C'mon, don't shy away now, you've got the goods right in front of you. Take a lick and savor it."

Hesitantly, Ran did as he was ordered, slowly stretching his tongue out and lapping over the broad head of Clyde's tool. The best he could say was that it wasn't as bad as he had feared it would be...there was something distinctly male about the taste of it, reminding him exactly what he was putting himself through, but otherwise it tasted much like it smelled, just thicker and heavier in flavor. He could bear it, at least...then he got a spurt of salty precum, which hit both his mouth and his face. That was harder to deal with, it carried that same flavor but washed in salt, and there was a lot of it. He didn't want to swallow, really, but he did so anyway - he doubted they weren't going to make him clean up whatever mess was made, and he'd rather have less if it if he could avoid it.

He started a bit as Bannon grabbed his legs, spreading them a bit wider. The head of that dino dick pushed up against his rear...Ran felt his heart skip a beat as he felt raw flesh there. “Ah...n-not...even a condom?"

“And deny the bitch my hot load in his gut?" Bannon cackled a bit, taunting Ran by pushing a bit against that tight hole. “Not like I'm gonna catch anything from YOUR virgin ass, unless being an elitist dipshit is contagious. Better relax, this'll hurt if you try to tighten up...well, I don't mind if you clench down after I'm in."

If Ran's face could possibly have gotten redder, it would have, but he seemed to have maxed out the shade. He squirmed a bit feebly in the trike's grip, not sure he was really ready for this - Bannon was so big, and he doubted he was going to get a lot of preparation. His fingers clutched the end of the table, clearly showing that he was anything but relaxed even if he wanted to try to be. He wasn't even sure he knew how…

Bannon didn't wait for him to figure it out, though, shoving a few inches in forcefully. Ran cried out as he was stretched out for the first time down there, but the cry was cut off a moment later as Clyde pushed the fat tip of his own cock into his mouth. He didn't go any farther than the tip, which was good as Ran could only barely manage that much; his teeth were pressed against the flesh with no tiny amount of pressure, but it didn't even seem to be bothering the ankylosaur. “Hrr, too bad your throat isn't as big as your mouth, I could facefuck you properly…might just try it anyway if you don't do a good job..."

Ran barely even registered that, because he was too focused on the pain in his ass. Bannon felt HUGE, even bigger than he looked, and the strain on his rear end was daunting. It wasn't agonizingly painful, in a small bit of grace, but the strain was making him sore, and the trike wasn't exactly making it easy to adjust, pulling out slightly and humping back in a little deeper each time. “Hah, your bitch ass really seems to love my dino dong. You must be a born sub to handle me that easily."

What could he think about that? On the one hand, the idea that Bannon would have gone that hard regardless was unnerving...one the other hand, anything that made this easier seemed to be a minor blessing...one the gripping hand, he didn't exactly WANT to be a bitch, so anything that made that easier was more humiliating. His solution was to not think about it, and focus on getting through it. Clyde had pulled the tip back from his mouth, but was now pushing more insistently at his face, almost stroking his length against it...he started to lick at the surface, especially those broad bumps, torn between hoping he did a good job to mollify the dino and a bad job to not encourage them. It was a delicate balance, trying not to support the idea that he was good at this, that he was a bitch…

His body didn't seem to be getting the memo, though. As Bannon went deeper, the ache inexplicably lessened...it was like he was adjusting without even trying. And he was starting to feel tingles of devilish pleasure coming from his rear end, and the unmistakable feeling of a rising erection between his legs. He was fully hard by the time Bannon hilted, and his throat couldn't hold back a tiny moan.

“Hah...just as I thought. He really does have a bitch ass." Bannon smacked Ran's thigh, making a louder crack than the impact really warranted. It felt like a light tap compared to what the trike COULD do, making Ran a bit nervous. “Tiny cock, eager ass, this guy's so desperate to pretend he's top dog when he's a born bottom bitch...maybe this'll be good for him."

“It'll be good for us either way," agreed Clyde. “Keep that tongue working, I don't wanna be left behind here."

Ran didn't really have much choice but to comply. He kept his tongue working over that ankylo cock, hopefully not giving Clyde any reason to complain. Bannon was starting to thrust into his rear, and if Ran had thought the initial entry was a strain, now he was learning what a strain actually WAS. That thick tool was letting him relax only to brutally stretch him out again, making him feel every movement, every inch of hot bumpy flesh rubbing and stroking his innards. It was exhausting, feeling that massive shaft shove into him ruthlessly, the flesh hot and the friction hotter, all he had for lube was that dino precum that was smearing all over his innards but that wasn't terribly much.

The most humiliating part, though, was he KNEW part him of liked it. No amount of awkward feelings was killing the throb in his dick, which was dripping precum onto the table here and there. The pain was more or less gone in his rear, and he was clenching reflexively AROUND that thick intruder, not trying to keep him out. Even the taste of Clyde was growing on him, not nearly as overwhelming as his tongue got used to it. He was quietly moaning, it was like he wasn't allowed to hold them back…

Maybe I AM a born bottom bitch…

Clyde suddenly shifted, grinning deviously down at Ran as he pushed the tip of his cock back into the human's mouth. “Let's see if round two is any more interesting than round one," he warned, giving Ran precious little time to prepare before pushing in more, stretching the human's jaw around him again. Once again Ran's fingers gripped the table, he felt an enormous, almost overwhelming pressure, time time pushing deeper than just his mouth...somehow, against his expectations, he felt it push into his throat, that orifice expanding to accommodate the massive beast as well. Slowly Clyde went deeper and deeper...luckily for Ran the ankylo didn't get any thicker, he felt like he was distended to his very limit, but that thickness felt imposing in his chest the further down it went, the bumps giving an odd tickle as they rubbed against his esophagus.

Clyde probably could have hilted in him, but he wasn't trying to, instead seeming to focus on rocking back and forth, properly facefucking Ran and mostly muffling those moans. Somehow he was able to get a fraction of air into himself still, not nearly as much as he would have liked...but all that was just making him hotter down below, his cock twitching and throbbing like mad. Bannon was hammering in harder now, making his presence more explicit once more to overtake Clyde as foremost in Ran's attention, he could feel the trike's dick pulsing as well, spurting more pre...he had to be close, and that meant that Ran was about to get a gutful of dino seed. And the fact that he felt conflicted about that was mortifying beyond belief…

But the embarrassment was about to be compounded, as the double dicking was enough to send him over the edge. He flushed once again as he cried out around that thick intruder his his jaw, jerking and spasming as he tainted the table with a pitiful amount of white liquid. He could hear the spatters on the surface, hear very clearly the mildly mocking laughter of the two saurians, and heaven help him but that humiliation was just making him hotter. Enough that, without realizing it, he was spreading his legs a bit wider, inviting Bannon to do his deed, and sucking and swallowing a bit more around Clyde to encourage his release.

And he got just what that part of him wanted, in spades.

A rumbling yell came from Bannon, and the first hot, thick jets of spunk pasted his insides. So warm, so sticky, and it felt disgustingly GOOD inside him...Ran felt his ass clench at that throbbing tool, rubbing against those bumps and trying to get more out of Bannon, which he was all too readily providing. And just a few seconds later, Clyde joined in, not even giving a warning as his own throbbing tool gushed seed directly down Ran's throat. At first he thought it was a mild reprieve, but then Clyde stole that away by pulling back out, out until the tip was gushing straight into the human's mouth and making him taste the salty, oily fluid and forcing him to actively swallow it. The taste was about a hundred times stronger than the one he'd gotten used to, and even that wasn't as dreadful as he rather wanted it to be to discourage him from what he was feeling. And despite the heavy volume, he wasn't struggling at all to swallow any of it...he wasn't even losing a drop despite his mouth being flooded with every burst, and by the time Clyde finished shooting he'd licked every bit from him, leaving that shaft as clean as it probably had been in a while.

“Damn...wasn't expecting you to be THAT into it," remarked Bannon as he pulled out, letting a last couple weak spurts paste Ran's rear end. “Being a bitch suits you, you should do it more often. Heh, you know what, maybe you will."

Ran reddened again at those words. He wasn't done? But, no, of course he wasn't...he was utterly at the mercy of the two dinos as long as he worked here. “I...that…"

“Don't worry, you've done your duty for today, bitch," Clyde chuckled. “We've got work to get back to. Don't think just because you've got wobbly legs you can slack off...but we won't expect you to keep up."

Ran hung his head, defeated. “Okay...but...how...where do I…clean up?"

“Bathroom, of course. Don't think you're gonna get much out, though. We're nice and thick. And we like seeing you leak. Those nice pants are gonna smell like us for a while, aren't they?"

“Better get familiar with it, because you're gonna be doing it a good bit," Bannon crowed. “Gonna be every midshift break you're gonna get pounded by us. And we're gonna keep at it until you lose the shitty attitude or get outta here. Course, might not be long before that's gonna be the highlight of your evening…"

The two dinos left the break room, leaving Ran to stumble towards his clothes and then towards the bathroom. No question, he was going to have a rough time every day he was here, as long as he needed this job he had that coming...and he wasn't sure whether he was hoping he didn't start to relish it, or hoping he did. The food chain sure didn't apply...but another hierarchy might.