Jailbird

The Jail Planet Extrile was a massive, disgusting mess of a shit hole for anyone on it. Even before the Saurossins populated its surface around the equator, the atmosphere was slightly smoggy,; there was a minimal amount of vegetation, and the poles were nigh uninhabitable. Then, once the species set down they felt it would be the perfect location for their criminals due to its unpleasant nature, the dirty smell that never left the air, and the fact that they could put the inmates to work mining for Unilorium, a special super-dense metal used in making the alloys used in spacecraft.

It was absolute hell for inmates, but it wasn't great for the wardens, security, and businessmen who visited or worked there, either. No employee that worked on the Extrile was expected to last more than six months at a time, and guests were so hard to bring to the surface that such things as conjugal visits for inmate or warden were equally unheard of.

Hell on Extrile, was what it was.

Lars was an auburn raptor in Internment NR:4, jailed for one of the most heinous of crimes: Homosexuality. He and his mate both were found out, netted, and shipped off to different quadrants on the same planet, ensuring they'd never be able to insult the name and rule of the Overseer with their faggotry again. The only crime that was looked down upon more was murder, with Atheism in a firm third place. The Overseer couldn't imagine a world where gays were wasting seed not making little hatchlings, at least that's the explanation as to why homosexuality was deemed a crime comparable to that of murder.

Lars, before his incarceration, offered a plea bargain to the state, saying that he'd donate sperm to others to fix the problem that he was accused of causing, but it wasn't enough.

It's never enough, and they always need more unilorium.

Now, known only as 105 by the warden and security crew of NR:4, Lars spent his days toiling away in the mines and his nights idly rubbing at himself as he tried to remember the warmth of his dragon companion while also trying his best to not imagine the pain and loneliness his mate must have been going through. It was incredibly hard to not remember their last moments together as they were torn from one another's arms, the very last touch being their tails entwined as they were dragged away into separate vehicles.

It was often hard to get hard when the thought of your loved one being torn from you was always where your mind meandered. It had been years, yet 105 – no, Lars – remembered that day vividly. He had to retain his identity or he'd be lost, a broken soul trapped in the eternal hell of Extrile.

After about a half an hour or so of trying to relieve himself, Lars gave up. His talons weren't doing anything at all and there wasn't even a single drop of excitement slipping from his cock tip inside his foreskin. Defeated, he rolled onto his side and wiggled his hind talons under the blanket; the planet was very hot, covering more of himself would have made him sweat through the night.

Before he could even close his eyes, he heard the rhythmic thumping and twanging of baton on cell bars slowly making its way towards him. Must have been Warden Trevor, doing his best to keep the inmates on their toes.

Trevor was nearing the end of his six month stint, and had been constantly letting the prisoners in his quadrant know how happy and eager he was to return home to his wife and kids. His wife had laid a few eggs before he left for Extrile, and he was expecting to return to see them hatched. His eldest clutch, all gone to school at the ripe age of twelve, were also taking a hiatus to see his grand return.

Lars wished he didn't know all this. It made hating his tormentor hard. The term 'you gotta do what you gotta do' was a constant reminder that, while Trevor seemed cruel and short tempered, he was just doing his job, and the Overseer delighted in treating criminals like scum – Homosexuals especially.

A few more bangs of the baton later, and a shadow overcame Lars's cell, causing the raptor to look up at the menacing form that had stopped to turn and look at him. Trevor was a massive dino, half a meter taller than Lars and twice as wide at the shoulders. A true beast of a reptile; NR:4 was right to hire him, he instilled fear in even the largest of dragons.

“Why yes, Trevor, I think we found what we were looking for!” The dino said to himself, imitating his half of a conversation with himself; it wasn't uncommon for him to talk to himself since he found so many of the inmates to be dull or unpleasant to chat with. An unfortunate side effect of working on Extrile.

Lars moaned and rolled to his side, getting up off the bed to place his hands on the yellow crosshairs on the wall. It was procedure to assume the position when a warden addressed you. Between his talons there lie a poster of the Overseer's all-seeing eye over a silhouette of a cityscape. Lars hated that poster and what it represented, but tearing it down – even by accident – was punishable by a beating or whipping. “What do you want?”

Trevor smacked the baton against his palm, lips curling up in a devious smile. “You'll find out soon enough, I'm sure. You know that I get what I want. It's my job, right?” He smacked his palm again and licked his lips.

“So, what do you want? I hope it's not a late night trip to the mines, I did my part today, Warden. I don't need to return until tomorrow morning.” Lars looked over to see Trevor's form, a mere silhouette against the dim light hanging from the roof. Even without seeing the details, he could still notice a massive bulge in the dino's uniform right between his legs. He was huge, not just in stature, but other places, too.

Kind of like his boyfriend, a dragon of immense stature.

“Indeed you are correct. Besides, I wouldn't want any extra labor to make rough your slim little body. You've got girly claws, you know, delicate like a dragoness. No, I think I'll take you off mine duty for a week. How's that sound?”

Lars blinked and cocked his head to the side, confused. “E-excuse me?”

“You heard me, 105. I was thinking about giving you a bit of a break. You've been such a hard worker lately, despite your petite form. Anyone with that dedication deserves some time to rest up. Besides, I'm feeling in a good mood lately, with me leaving in a couple weeks to see the hatchlings. So tell me, what do you think of that?”

Lars was absolutely shocked. This was a complete and total change of pace from the usual threats and arrogance Trevor usually showed. “Well, uh, thanks?”

“You damn right, thanks. 105, I think you'll enjoy my final weeks almost as much as I do! Carry on, sleep well, rest up. I'll see you soon.” He nodded, licked his lips again, and walked off, eyes slowly following Lars as he did so.

As soon as he was gone, Lars flopped down onto his bed, tail curled around to hang off the edge of it. He was tired and ready to sleep just moments before, but the adrenaline that surged through him when Trevor beckoned him. He couldn't get over the uncharacteristic behaviour of the Warden, and that kept him up for hours.

Tossing and turning in his bed, he eventually wore himself out to the point his mind could rest, allowing his body to do the same. Images of Trevor towering over him, baton in hand, haunted his dreams. In one there was a riot, in another there was a beating. But most of his dreams now just consisted of him in the mines, failing to meet quota, resulting in discipline. Nobody on Extrile, save the other gay folk, respected homosexuals. Every scenario that manifested in his mind while he slept ended in him disciplined for one thing or another.

It was incredibly sad to see what being here did for one's mental state; even when dreaming he couldn't escape the hell of the prison planet. The one lone shining star in his future was the promise of not working the mines, but even that fantasy got crushed in his dreams, as he was swiftly punished for not trudging his way to the mines, regardless of his temporary pardon.

A whip around his ankle, prying him from his bed to take him to the mines, at least in his dream. But no, this whip was stronger, thicker, made of scales...

Lars immediately jerked awake to feel a dino's massive, powerful hands wrapped around his ankle, pulling him from his bed, just like in his dream. The adrenaline surged through his veins and shocked his mind into full alertness. He rolled onto his back and kicked at his attacker only to have another powerful hand grab his other ankle, holding him to the ground.

The lights in his cell block were out for the night, so he couldn't even begin to make out who it was attacking him in his cot, but even in his panicked state he knew only one person could open his cell doors and get to him.

Trevor, the Warden.

This dreadful revelation didn't stop Lars from fighting back, although it should have. He leaned forward to claw at the Warden's face, but he missed and quickly found his wrist cupped in a half a metal ring, which immediately closed over with a band of glowing blue hard-light. “Wha...?!”

Before he could even finish his single word, he was flipped onto his belly with a knee pressing down at his tailbase, arms both yanked around behind him to get the other wrist in a hard-light cuff, a metal ring slapped around his neck. It was the same collar they wore when they were working the mines. An explosive collar that would be triggered if they were out of the approved zone for too long; the mines were open, he could escape if he wanted to, but all his escape would bring him would be desolation and eventual death on the hostile planet's sueface. His chin was pressed tight to his bed, but he dare not growl or protest, he was pinned, and the knee in his back would only hurt more if he struggled.

Lars let out a gentle whimper as Trevor's weight shifted, his sly lips pressing against the prisoner's ear hole. “I told you, 105, you're the prettiest of the bunch. Close as I'll get to my wife.”

Before Lars could inquire or protest, Trevor hopped up off him and yanked on his collar, pulling the raptor up to his feet with ease, though he could barely hold back a gag as it yanked against his throat. He was escorted out of the cell and down the hallway, careful to not let his massive toe claw tap at the ground. His shoulders and neck were in enough pain from being yanked around and cuffed, he didn't need a beating as well.

The cell block was like an apartment of prisoners. Multiple levels of box-like cells separated by concrete walls, with a metal grill walkway connecting each and every one. The entire cell block was in a U shape, the curve part of it leading to the observatory: a surveillance room with access to every single camera that got a good look at every cell. The other end, the two tips of the formation, both led to the mines.

Lars got a good look at each and every sleeping prisoner as he hobbled past. Murderers, thieves, abusers, rapists, animal fuckers, and of course the occasional homosexual and atheist. Almost all of them were reptiles – Dinos, dragons, lizards, raptors, naga – and almost every one of them was bigger and more dominant than Lars. Prisoner 105.

The slow and steady reminder of his size and body shape made it all to clear to Lars. He knew precisely what it was that Trevor wanted from him in exchange for time away from the mines; it didn't take a genius to see the value in a lithe raptor body to a lonely Warden taken away from his family. It was obvious why his feminine form was so appealing. Trevor had been away from his family for months – near half a year – there was really only one thing an insatiable, lonely dino like him could want in the middle of the night from a lithe, soft-scaled raptor like Lars.

Once they got to the big door that led to the observatory, Trevor threw Lars back onto an exposed air vent before closing and locking the door. He turned to look at the prisoner with a sly, toothy grin and a bit of drool escaping his cheek. “Well now, aren't you just the prettiest little criminal. You're pretty sexy for a boy, aren't ya?” As he spoke, his tail swayed behind him.

Lars squirmed on the vent, arms behind him. He didn't speak at all, only worried about what was to come. He did try to back away from the dino's intimidating form, but the light scent of sweat that intensified as the Warden drew near captured Lars' interest. His snout raised to get a sniff, recognizing it as strangely familiar to Lars' mate, a strangely pleasant reminder in a decidedly terrible situation.

Trevor didn't even notice this gentle shift in behaviour, he just pressed forward until his muzzle was a few cm away from Lars', hot breath tickling his prisoner's nostrils. “You really are too pretty for a boy, you know. Too pretty to be wasted in the mines, ruining your hands. I think I can put you to a far better use.” He backed away and stood tall, shoulders broad and barrel-chest pushed out to show dominance. He unzipped himself and pulled his member from his pants, a cloud of musky mist bursting off the dino's sweaty crotch, practically soaking Lars' muzzle with the scents.

“Ooooh...” Lars moaned as soon as the aroma wafted into his snout. It sounded more like a groan, but he couldn't help it. It smelled so much like his mate's musk. He immediately corrected himself and pulled his legs up to cower as best he could on the vent, the thin sheet metal clanging as he did so.

“Don't be a little bitch about it, 105.” Trevor chastised Lars, pulling his pants down farther to expose his massive sack. Lars had only a moment to admire their size before Trevor stepped out from his work clothes and grab Lars by his metal collar and force his snout into the soft flesh that held the dino's orbs. “Now take a good, long whiff!”

Lars' snout was smothered in the dino's massive, wrinkled ball sack flesh, he couldn't help but take in a whiff; just inhaling resulted in the thickest, muskiest, spicy scents penetrating his nostrils and coating the insides of his snout. He could literally taste the Warden's essence coating his tongue and the back of his throat. The aroma was intoxicating; regardless of the compromised situation Lars found himself in, he couldn't help but give a nuzzle into Trevor's soft flesh. He parted his lips and slowly snaked his long tongue up and around the dino's balls, tugging at the flesh, rubbing against it, and moving it aside to prod at the clasping rump muscles that hid his hole.

“Oh? What's this? Getting a little eager, are we? Glad to see it!” He got a good hard grip on Lars' head frills and guided his maw upwards, smearing the raptor's slick, exposed tongue to drag up the underside of his partially limp shaft. The dino was uncircumcised, and his foreskin barely covered the bulbous glans at the tip, also similar to his mate.

It took all of Lars' willpower, but he knew what he had to do, and the parallels to his own dragon mate helped fuel his survival instinct by turning what could have been a depraved, disgusting act to one of borderline pleasure. As long as he imagined the Warden as his own chosen partner, perhaps this wouldn't be so bad.

And the scent was so powerful! The fluid and cum dribbling out the end of it to smear along Lars' snout was a powerful, powerful musk. Earthy but sharp; sweet but bitter. The more he nuzzled at it and the longer the source remained smeared against his lips, the more he could taste it. The musk was so strong it even drowned out the faint metallic smells of the observatory room.

With his lower jaw trembling, and his body shaking weak due to the awkward position he was in, Lars managed to put the very tip into his muzzle, letting its hefty weight rest on his tongue. He gave it a lick, then another, and soon found himself pressing Trevor's girth against the roof of his maw as he bobbed his head back and forth, gulping back what dribbles of lubricant smeared all over the back of his tongue. It was big, the dino's cock, but Lars' maw could handle it.

“Uuuuunh...uh, unh! Oh yeah, that's right, 105. Good criminal fag...” Trevor slowly leaned his head back, resting both hands on either side of the back of Lars' head, thrusting idly into the raptor's maw, the skin catching on his teeth to peel itself back, exposing the juicy cock tip to press against Lars' throat.

Lars gagged a bit at the sheer size of Trevor's endowment, but kept at it. Had to have been more than thirteen inches long and three wide! Arms still behind his back, he was unable to properly prop himself up, but he did what he could. His gag forced some spit out the side of his maw, but he slurped it back up and slathered it on the cock tip inside his maw. His tongue danced around its girth, tip eventually finding its place between glans and foreskin to lick, prod, suck, and press against the folds in the dick's end.

Trevor grunted and fell forward, propping himself up against the wall with one talon as Lars continued to suckle on his length. His eyes rolled back in his head and his back tensed in pleasure, tail twitching. “Uuuuuhn! G-good bitch....1...0....5....” his voice quavered, so he clamped his maw shut in a toothy grimace. He wasn't ready to finish, but he couldn't hold back.

Much to his surprise, Lars's tongue prodding elicited an intense explosion in his mouth; a violent squirt of cum right to the back of his throat, splashing off the flesh of his gullet to escape and dribble down both sides of his maw. The taste was intense, a powerful, bitter concoction borne of a meat-rich diet, reminding him further of his mate.

He gobbled up every drop and swallowed what he could, but found far too much of it was escaping out between teeth to splatter on his chest, belly, and electric blast collar. His hands tied behind his back certainly didn't help.

Trevor bucked his hips one last time before pulling out, a thick gooey strand of cum bridging between his flesh-wrapped cock tip and Lars' chin, which Lars happily slurped up with a faked smile. “Good job, 105. I wish more prisoners were like you.” Trevor grunted as he regained his posture.

“Th-thank you, Warden. Can I go back to my cell, now?” Lars whimpered as he shrunk against the metal of the vent.

Trevor let out a hearty chuckle. “Oh, 105. If only it were that easy. No, you have to earn your week off, and I've got a lot more stored up in there.” He pointed to his crotch, adorned by still-massive but slightly diminished orbs. Before Lars could protest, Trevor leaned down and grabbed roughly at the raptor's pants, violently unzipping them and tearing them down off his legs and tail with enough force to yank Lars right off the vent to land with a thud on the metal floor, hanging fruit and skinned cock flopping with a splat in the pool of his own fluids.

Lars coughed as he got the wind knocked out of him; the dino stood over him, form only a silhouette against the dim light in the middle of the room. A single drip of fluids fell from the crest of his cock to splatter on Lars' chest, an explosion of musky aromas directly in the nostrils. It was getting to be too much: the sweat, the musk, the cum, the metal of the room, all mixing together. It was a cocktail of drake-odors, a spicy concoction of fluids and cum. Almost a shame all this masculinity had to be wasted on an abusive Warden.

If it were his boyfriend, Lars would be begging for more, tail raised and maw open. But it wasn't, it was the Warden Trevor, treating the raptor as his own personal bitch-slave.

Trevor spun and plopped his rear on the vent, spreading his legs to give his pair breathing room while his massive cock throbbed and pointed straight up – well mostly up, the curve meant it was a slight angle. He reached down and pulled Lars up to straddle him, cowboy style.

Lars knew what came next. His eyes quivered and trembled as he did his best to avoid Trevor's intense gaze, but failed when the Warden grabbed his chin to force him to look. His hands were still tied behind his back with the hard-light cuffs, and his shoulders were really starting to ache, but he persevered. Mostly, he was worried that the complete lack of lube would be the cause of pain. He couldn't even spit in his palm to use that!

Trevor did offer one courtesy, as though he was reading Lars' mind. He spat into his palm – a massive puddle of saliva – and smeared it under Lars' tail, gently probing at his hole.

Lars couldn't help but feel the excitement build. It had been so long since he felt someone else prodding at him. He'd enjoyed his own fingers and tail, but he was one of the only gays in the cell block, and he really didn't want to shake his mate's faith. His own erection grew between the two of them, much to his embarrassment.

“Glad to see ol' 105 likes it, now take it like a bitch, and take it all!” Trevor bucked his hips upward, his skin-wrapped head slipping between 105's cheeks to poke at his hole, an inch of it slipping inside.

The raptor, with hands tied behind him, used this to advantage as he guided the massive, throbbing cock to his hole as he leaned back. Lars gritted his teeth and stifled a growl as he clenched shut. The spit help, but the cock was just too big and his lack of a partner to punish his hole over the last years left him tight as a virgin! His tail spasmed and his legs tensed up as he did his best to pull off the invasive cock, but Trevor held him in place at the hips.

“Don't you ruin this for me, 105!” The warden growled as he held the prisoner in place.

Lars whimpered and did his best to relax, quivering in fear at the sudden outburst of the Warden, worried about what he might do. After taking in a few long, deep breaths, he tried to wiggle his hips and slowly smother the cock that was pushing his cheeks apart. He was just too tight, there was no way it'd fit! “Warden, stop! It's too big! I just can't do ....”

He was cut off by a violent snarl. “Shut up 105, deal with it or back to the mines!” Trevor held tight and bucked up as hard as he could, his skin peeling back over his cock to expose every inch of its slick girth to Lars' passage.

Once again, the raptor had to use all his willpower and skill to hold back the wailing screech that boiled up in his throat. The pain streaked up and down his spine, then travelled to the tip of his tail before returning to his core, giving him a deep, gut-wrenching feeling. His flesh rumbled and quivered under the stretch of the warden's wrist-thick cock as he tried his best to not force him out.

He was lucky he wasn't bleeding. If nothing else, his flesh remained malleable enough to not tear, though his muscles remained tight and unyielding.

“Rrrf! Fuck yeah, that's a tight hole!” Trevor growled as he held Lars close, the last inches of his cock disappearing into the prisoner's hole, flesh pressed to flesh, cock hilted in raptor rump. Not a split second later, he violently tugged himself from Lars, leaving his hole gaped and tender with a faint pop and squelching suction, only to push it back in even rougher than before, his own flesh distending the raptor's hole around him.

Lars had to keep his best wits about him as he felt the monster cock ploughing in and out of him, gorging his rump on cock meat only to pull out and leave him feeling hollow and empty, so he could do it again and again. The planet may have been hot to begin with and the observatory was no cooler, but the friction left his cheeks and insides hot and burning.

It kind of felt good.

Not that he wanted to enjoy it, but the intimacy – even violent intimacy – was better than loneliness some times, and Trevor was just being rough, had this been Lars' mate, it would have been a wonderful pain, a glorious burning to go with the pleasure. The scents were enough to make any lass quiver at the knees, the musk strong enough to woo the pants off anyone, male or female. Just so dominant, so powerful.

Lars lined up his calves with Trevors knees and began to bounce on the cock, feeling his hole gradually stretch and accommodate the girth that abused it. His rump went from being dry and tender to slick and tender, to slick and soft. As the dominant drake held Lars close, hips bucking into him, he relaxed and turned that pain to pleasure.

But Trevor had slightly different plans. No longer content in cowboy position, the warden held the raptor close and slammed him to the ground, covering his body with only a single hand to prop him up above the prisoner's form, the other hand wrapped around the base of his cock to aim.

Lars whimpered as he felt his weight crash down on his wrists, which were still cuffed behind him. Trevor was still inside him, flesh slipping and sliding as he thrust idly, angling until he was sure he was in the right position. Once he was sure, he pushed in every inch again, but now the only pain for Lars was the pinching of his wrists, his rump was gradually adjusting to the invasive thrusts, and his entire backside was tingling witht he faintest hints of delight.

Trevor didn't last long after that; only a dozen powerful, body-rocking thrusts later, his motions grew erratic and weak, cock throbbing and pulsating inside the raptor's backside, pumping a series of hot, sticky ejaculations into him, soaking his walls and filling him up. As he pulled out, a few choice spurts of spunk exploded onto the Raptor's tail, dribbling out over onto the metal grate of the floor. Trevor got a few last pumps onto Lars' belly and the underside of his partially erect cock, soaking him from diaphragm to rump in dino cum.

Lars couldn't help but squirm in delight, rubbing the fluid into himself, bucking his hips gently to rub his cock against his musky-scented, cum-covered belly. His eyes went soft and the corners of his maw curled up in a halfhearted smile. Perhaps it was an exercise in compromise, but he got to enjoy a proper reaming again. All he had to do was pretend it was a lover on top of him and it felt right. Enjoyable.

Trevor crawled over Lars on his knees, shoving his cock in the raptor's face. “Clean it up, now.”

Lars dutifully obliged, again lapping at its tip, swirling his tongue around the rim of it inside the foreskin to get every last bit of it out of the crevices. The scent, so close to his snout and so powerful, made him forget who's cock he was slobbering over.

Once cleaned, Trevor slowly stumbled to his feet to redress, his cummy form moistening the fabric of the clothes as he did so. He didn't care. The scent was so strong, hanging like a cloud in the observatory that anyone could tell just with a whiff precisely what had happened. Once dressed, he roughly grabbed at Lars – 105 – and hoisted him to his feet.

“H-heyyy!” Lars protested, still caught up in the fantasy brought on by the powerful dino musk that made him think of his mate. “You can't be done already!”

Trevor ignored 105's pleas, instead grabbing the prisoner's pants and tossing them at his head to dangle over his shoulder. He shook his head to get the pant leg off his snout, only to have Trevor grab his collar and force him out the door into the open but dark penitentiary, where he could feel but not see the open nature of the cell block.

He was forced out of the room to shuffle along the catwalk, taking particular note of the change in scent from a thick, steamy musk to a clear but dusty metal hollowness of the cell block. Regardless, he could still smell the arousal on the dino that pushed him forward back to his cell.

Once back on the little cave in the wall he called his home, Trevor unclasped the cuffs and collar before gently shutting the door behind him. Without saying a word, he walked away, powerful steps dampened by his gentle motions. He could certainly be silent when he wanted to.

Lars lay on his side on his bed, arms finally free of the constraints that had held him immobile for the duration of the encounter. He rolled onto his back and spread his arms, only to notice a gentle trickle of cum oozing out from his tailhole over the side of his tail. He reached down around his length to tickle at the hole, fingertips getting soaked in dino cum. He brought it up to his snout to get a sniff before licking it up. Without even thinking, his tail curled up to press its tip against the tenderized opening, rotating as it pushed deeper. His teeth rattled and his jaw clenched shut as his appendage probed his own backside.

'Now this is how to do it.' Lars thought to himself, closing his eyes as he imagined his mate's tongue lapping at the underside of his cock and the cum oozing out of his tailhole around the insertion. He grabbed his rapidly growing member in one hand and pried at the side of his rump with the other, giving it a gentle stroke and rub.

Perhaps this would be worth the free time. It wasn't so bad, after all; could be worse, he could be doing this and working the mines!