The rex showed me the correct posture to adopt, completely covering the padded table as he stretched himself over it, lying on his front with his head down and his feet dangling off the far end. Trembling, I followed his example, clambering up with as much dignity as I could and easing myself down in the middle of the leather cushion. It must have looked ridiculous: my entire length took up barely half of the table and I could only just reach the edges of the stone rim with both my arms stretched out. I folded them in front of me and put my head down between them as the rex had done. The leather felt firm and smooth against my cheek. I could feel the heated imprint his body had left before me.
With the casual air of a professional about to ply his trade, the big saurian padded around the table, explaining what he would do to me. I could barely hear him, let alone make sense of his words; blood was pounding in my ears and every sense within me was screaming with anticipation. If not for the drugs, I would have been painfully aroused and completely unable to hide it. Not that it would have made much difference - there was very little dignity left in the situation for me. I felt like an animal sacrifice, cowed into docile submission before the predatory might of this ebony-scaled saurian. I couldn't believe it had come to this.
"Got it?" he said, crouching down to look directly at me. I jumped like a compy on hot coals.
"Yes," I replied at once, my breath huffing turbulence in the steam. "Yes, fine." My heart was racing. I blinked several times and looked up at him. "Please don't kill me."
He stood up slowly, arms folding as he regarded me in silence, one eyeridge raised. I had no idea what to make of that and just watched tensely while he disappeared out of sight behind me. From over by the bench I heard a rustle and a click, then a slick sliding noise began to prickle through the air, intensely clear to my straining senses. I listened in breathless rapture, almost certain that he was rubbing oil into his foot pads. I desperately wanted to watch him doing it, but couldn't quite summon up the courage to look. The sound lingered for a while, quiet and provocative, then it stopped. A long silence followed. Finally I heard the soft, weighty thump of his foot on the edge of the table and my heart skipped several beats. He was really going to do it.
Another bassy thump and his shadow fell over me. I heard the muffled ring of the ceiling bars as he gripped them. From high above came the deep rumble of his voice. "Try not to squirm," he said. I didn't like the way he seemed to savour the word.
Slowly, he placed a single foot on my back. For an instant of tingling ecstasy I felt the warm, broad expanse of his sole spreading out against my bare flesh, filling the small of my back and curling up over my spine. Then the mighty foot was down and resting on me. "Gods," I breathed as it paused there, humbling my fragile body with all the dominance and complacency in the world. It felt so big...
It was a shameful sentiment born of plain lust, but in that instant, as I trembled there on that table under the heat and weight of the rex's sole, I truly felt as if I belonged. All my resentment, my species pride and my dignity withered and died beneath the simple indisputable superiority of that big black foot. I could have lain under it forever, quietly subservient while my saurian master loomed impressively above me, a towering reptilian god of ebony scales and oiled pads. Instead though the great paw lifted a little, warm sole flesh parting from my protesting skin as the rex subtly repositioned it upon me.
This time when it trod down, the weight of the tall dinosaur followed it. I squirmed in self-preservatory panic as the pressure rose to shocking heights, forcing my body to curl backwards around the rex's foot. For an instant I was certain my spine would snap but another set of firm sole pads quickly spread over my upper back and pushed me down, evening the weight.
"Hughhh," I protested as the air was squeezed out of me and my body entered the vice-like compression that is being fully stood upon by an adult rex. Tears rolled down my cheeks and my mouth gaped in silent protest. It was unimaginably intense. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, the single thing registering to my overstimulated brain was the pressure his feet were exerting on my far-too-small body. I could feel them both on top of me, right there, side-by-side, completely covering my back. I tried to call for help but my jaw had clenched tight under the strain, I couldn't even remember how to start up my implants. As a final hopeless resort I made to reach up and grab at his ankles in a bid to push him off. My arms only twitched and spasmed, useless under the barrage of pressure. A single, clear thought squeezed its way into my overloaded mind - 'my body is no longer my own' - but it was lost along with the rest of my consciousness as I gave up, eyes rolling back while the world rushed in around me.
Cold water was on my face, running down my throat. I choked, spraying it from my mouth and nostrils as reflexes hauled me up into a sitting position over the screaming protest of my abdominal muscles. I found myself face-to-face with the rex, his eyes squinted shut and his muzzle dripping.
"Lovely," he said, rubbing a clawed hand over his face as he stood up before me.
Don't underestimate how scary it is to have an enormous black-scaled saurian loom up over you moments after a near-death experience. I gurgled in panic and sprawled backwards off the table.
This drew a snort of amusement from my saurian assailant. "I told you not to tense up," he growled, stepping over to deposit his half-empty water bottle on the wooden bench. "Acetylcholine and antiandrogens don't mix well at the best of times, let alone when you're bruising up like that-" He paused and pointed a clawed finger at me significantly.
I didn't know what he was talking about, but I followed the gesture and recoiled as I saw the state of my underside - it was mottled with ugly dark bruises despite the padding of the table. A wave of pain hit me as I stood up: the entire core of my body felt as it had been mercilessly pummelled for hours on end. With as much dignity as I could gather, I retied the towel around my waist and cleared my throat. "How long was I out for?"
"Just a few seconds. You okay?"
I winced as my back inadvertently touched the wall. "Yes. That was good. Really pleasant." I edged stiffly towards the table without moving my back. "Very relaxing."
"Turn around," he said.
I looked up at the sharp command, instantly regretting my sarcasm. "What?" His yellow eyes had regained their predatory lustre. I swallowed and obeyed, spine tingling as I turned my back on the big saurian. A long moment of silence followed while he examined the bruising on my bare back. I strongly suspected that it formed two perfect rex footprints.
He was silent for a few tense seconds, then growled, "Nice."
I staggered back around to face him again, cautiously indignant as the adrenaline crept out of my system. "I'm glad one of us is having good time."
He folded his arms and eyed me levelly. Again I felt my insides shrinking under the power of that gaze.
"Thank you," I added meekly. My chest ached potently as I took a deep breath. I could see his own rising and falling steadily as he leant back against the wall: the very embodiment of physical prowess and predatory allure. My gaze descended to linger upon his strong, black feet, spread firmly upon the floor tiles with little halos of condensation hugging tightly around them. Those perfect saurian feet had actually trodden on me. I had been squashed down underneath them like an insect. I had felt their soles against my own flesh and experienced the awesome, crushing domination of being trampled by this magnificent reptilian. "Cho'qual," I breathed in wonder. "It feels... incredible. Painful, but so good." I looked up to find an unimpressed eyeridge quirked at me.
"That wasn't cho'qual, fleshy. I just stood on you. For like five seconds." An amused snort and he shook his head. "I told you, you're far too small for this."
I swallowed, nodding. We both knew it was true. Our bodies were incompatible on almost every level - mine small and slight, suited to semi-aquatic life in a gravity field far lower than this; the rex's massive and powerful, honed to predatory perfection sprinting through the jungles of Ras. It should have ended there, with me paying for his services, thanking him for not turning me into a puddle of mashed-up amphibious slime and leaving to find satisfaction elsewhere.
But of course, that wasn't an option any more. The guilty pleasure seeded in me so many years ago had grown insidiously until it was a fixation - one which the presence of this rex had churned into a full-on obsession. Now, having felt his huge, heavy soles upon me, it was nothing short of an addiction. All the doubt, fear and resentment inside me was drowned out by a single, clear yearning: I needed him to trample me.
"You'll do better next time," he said, stooping to pick up one of the sound inhibitors. The resonance of the room sounded strange when he switched it off. "A few more sessions and it might actually be worth recording something."
I thought about this but said nothing. Everything hurt and on top of it all the anaphrodesiac was wearing off. I needed to get home and masturbate explosively. "Can you go out first?" I asked, trying to arrange the towel around my waist less uncomfortably. "Check the coast is clear?"
The rex finished gathering up his stuff and turned to look down at me, nodding. "Probably a good idea." He glanced at my back and smirked. "Anyone sees those and we're both in trouble."
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