The Trouble Within

Chap 4

Stanton gave Randall a few days break from sex with him. But in that time, he had no contact with him either.

Randall had grown quite hungry by this time and it was driving him nuts. He couldn't even try to sleep without a good loud growl erupting from his belly. The pangs felt worse. At least he could still get to the sink and drink water.

Every time he drank the water, he could feel it hit rock bottom in his belly.

But eventually, the door did open again. Randall feared the worst. As tough as he could be, this monster cop had worked the fear into him by sexually abusing him.

Randall crawled under the bed, his chain still rattling. It stopped when he stopped. He watched Stanton come down.

Stanton came down and didn't see Randall anywhere, but he saw the chain. He grinned. That silly lizard.

Randall flinched when he saw the feet coming toward the bed. He made himself vanish for good measure.

Stanton kneeled down by the bed and peaked under. He didn't see Randall, but from the shackle, he knew he was there.

"Come on out from under there now."

"No." He heard.

"Come on."

"No."

That did it. He took hold of the chain and pulled. He instantly had resistance. But he got the weight out from under the bed. Randall had dug his hands and feet into the floor.

Stanton usually wore at least a shirt around here. He took his stick out and he gave Randall a good hit in the ribs.

It made the lizard cry out and he reappeared.

Using the chain, Stanton quickly grabbed onto Randall. "Nice try, lizard. Now, it's time for more fun with me. I gave you a couple days break. Now, to the bed."

"Ah! No!" Randall cried. He began to struggle. Stanton was making him walk forward, with him being over his lower back and having a hold on his arms.

When they reached the bed, Randall's stomach let out a loud growl. Even Stanton heard it and he saw Randall grimace.

"Hungry, huh?" Stanton mocked him.

Randall gulped.

The larger monster then held Randall up and hugged him to his body. He then reached around with one arm and he grasped Randall's belly again. He began to rub hard on it. He loved the feel of Randall's soft, smooth skin.

"Stop." Randall tried to resist. He tried using his lower arms to get the larger arms off his belly. But Stanton enjoyed this too. Eventually, he began pressing inward, making Randall more stressed, as it was hurting him.

Eventually, he did stop. Then he forced Randall to lay on his stomach on the bed. He was still directly behind him, but he let go of his front and moved back quickly enough that he lifted Randall's tail in a flash.

"Agh! Don't. Please don't." Randall pleaded. He felt something brush the underside of his tail. He knew what it was.

Stanton pushed Randall further onto the bed, and making Randall's rear lift off the floor, he pushed into the cloaca once again.

Randall cried out as he felt the pain return. Why did Stanton keep on insisting of instant sex when he wasn't ready? He never gave any thought to what Randall wanted. He just invaded his body, his most vulnerable area.

Stanton began thrusting slowly at first and picking up the pace rather quickly. He loved hearing the sounds he heard from Randall.

On the bed, Randall's eyes were closed and his teeth were bared. He was crying out constantly. His arms were trying to support him and his middle torso on the bed from the forced penetration. This was also the first time Stanton was using this position.