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“You don't think they were putting us on, do you?" Flagg asked Ritter as the two padded up towards Mason's room. “Just saying something to sound cool or something, you know?"

“Why would they lie about this?" Ritter replied. “There's no reason for it...it's not like they were trying to one-up us or anything. Like, if we'd been pursuing them, maybe they'd lie about it to get our Gogoats or something, but none of us have been trying to fuck our trainers. I don't see why he'd say it if it wasn't true."

“So...we're going up to see Mason because…"

“Because all that aside, I'm still not sure I believe it. So we're going up to his room and we're going to sniff around a bit to see if we can get any hints of sex, especially human and Pokémon in the same spots. We'll figure out if they're really telling it straight or not. And then...well, if they are, then we'll have to figure that out from there."

“Figure that out? You're...you're suggesting…"

“I'm not suggesting anything, yet. But don't tell me you wouldn't think about it either. And if he was game…" Ritter didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't have to, Flagg knew exactly where he was going. And the Arcanine couldn't really dispute anything he said, either.

The door to Mason's room was slightly ajar, so Ritter was able to just push it open without fanfare. Both of them were a bit startled to see Mason sitting at his desk, totally naked, one hand on his groin playing with himself...on the screen, there were some very obvious images of Pokémon and humans in compromising positions, leaving little question as to what it was that was getting him going. It struck both Ritter and Flag cold for a moment, long enough for Mason to realize that someone had entered and turn around in shock, blushing a bit. When he saw who it was, he went a bit redder, but the shock seemed to dissipate. “Oh...ah-heh...guess you two caught me, huh? I should've realized the door wasn't all the way shut…"

A look exchanged between them, the two canines walked up to Mason; even from a distance, the smell of sex was clearly wafting off of him, and the familiar scent of all three of his Pokémon was evident on him. If there had been any doubt remaining, it was thoroughly quashed; nevertheless, they tried not to show any sign of being affected by it as they went over to be petted by Mason.

“I know you guys don’t use computers, but you know what they are...I don’t suppose there’s any explaining this away,” Mason said with a hint of embarrassment. “I just...last night we all kinda got a little...rowdy, I guess. And it got me wondering if that was, um, common or not...I just went to look up some stuff, and...well, I, uh, found a lot of it…” It seemed a bit silly to be saying all this, especially to his father’s Pokémon, but at the same time it was nice to be able to talk about it with someone - certainly, he wasn’t ready to bring this to Chris. “It’s not...a problem to you that I’m looking at this stuff, is it?”

Flagg woofed quietly, doing his best to sound friendly and non-judgmental. Ritter took a bit longer, mostly because he was trying to put some of the dirtier thoughts out of his head at the moment, but he soon chuffed in agreement.

“Ah, I’m glad for that...this stuff is...like, all over the place…” he let out a bit of an embarrassed giggle. “I don’t think I’m supposed to be looking at it, but...man, I kinda wanted to know what I might be getting into if Rio or Zell evolve. Especially since Rio seems to like being, uh, in charge, I guess you could say...just kinda got curious to see what that might be like. I know Dad was handling it just fine, but he’s kinda a bit bigger than me-”

Ritter let out a sharp bark that startled Mason, who jumped a bit in his chair. The Mega Houndoom’s eyes were wide as saucers as he looked at Mason, who needed a minute to figure out what had gotten him all out of sorts. Finally it did occur to him.

“...Ah, um...y-yeah, it...I, uh, kinda saw Dad, um...he was having, uh, sex with...well, Gary was there, but it, uh, looked mostly like it was Jagger and Gryff doing a lot of it. I didn’t know he ever did anything like that...but it looked like he was enjoying it, I guess. They were being kinda loud too, I was a bit worried because they sounded kinda mean, but Dad seemed like he was okay with that, at least I didn’t see him really trying to stop it or anything...I guess I don’t know, I kinda didn’t really understand what I saw, and I’m not sure I want to ask him about it, because that would be weird.”

Flagg was utterly stunned at this revelation. In all this time, he'd never suspected that Chris might be into something like that...heck, it hadn't been that long ago that they'd found out he preferred males rather than females in the first place, he really kept those cards close to the vest. To learn that he had just been screwed by Pokémon was astonishing, it threw into question a lot of what he knew, or thought he knew.

Ritter, though...his reaction was a bit different, as a somewhat evil grin started to stretch across his face. “So...our dear old trainer seems to have been keeping a few SECRETS from us, don't you think, Flagg? Perhaps we should pay him a visit, give him a bit of...prodding about it...don't you think so?"

“Um...s-sure…" the Arcanine responded hesitantly. He didn't know what Ritter was thinking of doing exactly, but there was little question he could get aggressive if he felt like it, and if he did, Flagg was about the only one who could hold him back. He was about to follow the Houndoom out of the room when Mason's voice stopped him.

“H-hey…" Mason knew they were talking with each other, but didn't know what they were saying; it sounded like Ritter was getting a little harsh, he wondered if this was a secret he was supposed to keep from them, but it was a bit too late for that now. “Um...Flagg, would it be okay if I asked you to stay for a bit? I just...wanted to run something by you…"

Flagg found himself torn; he definitely wanted to stay by Mason if Mason wanted that, but that would put Ritter alone with Chris, and if he was planning something naughty it would be quite difficult for Chris to stop it...he looked over to Ritter, who was grinning even wider if possible. The Houndoom did nothing except mouth have fun to him before trotting out, his tail sweeping the door as he left and getting it most all the way shut.

The decision more or less made for him, Flagg turned around to face Mason, who had stood up from the chair, looking a bit shy. “I...I hope I’m not being too...weird, I guess. But...I, I had to confess something to you. After, um, what happened last night, I was, uh...th-thinking about you guys. And...I don’t want to make the others unhappy, but I’ve...I’ve always had thoughts about you that were, well, different...like, I like Ritter and Smoke a lot, but you made me feel hotter than they did, like I wanted to be closer to you…”

Flagg was doing his best not to betray the shock he was feeling at the sudden admission. True, Mason had always seemed more partial to him than the others, but he'd always figured it was because he was more fluffy and cuddly than Ritter or Smoke were. Now it seemed there was another reason on top of that.

“And...well, I realized that I wanted more of you than I ever wanted before...I don't know if that's something you're into, or anything, but...I had to at least ask. Do you...would you want to do something like that with me? I promise it'll feel good, I'm not really very experienced but it looked pretty, well, simple, I guess, in those pictures."

Immediately the Arcanine’s mind went into conflict. On the one hand, his rational side was yelling at him to back away from danger. He’s your master’s son! He’s a human! He’s your master’s son! He’s only just started fooling around with others! For Arceus’s sake, he’s your MASTER’S SON! But then there was the other side of him...the curious side, the adventurous side, the playful side, the perhaps somewhat naughty side, for which all those warnings only served to tempt rather than frighten. He’d had dreams...once or twice, after coming upon evidence of Mason’s self-pleasure and he’d caught just a bit too much of that scent...it had never gone too far in those dreams, but it was enough to tantalize, and to fuel some less than pure thoughts.

The conflict had gotten him spaced out a bit, and he didn't realize that Mason had moved until he felt a pair of small hands on his cock - his very hard, erect cock, which also had somehow escaped his attention. He yipped a bit, but that touch kept him stock still. Mason kept rubbing, enjoying the intense heat it was giving off; he knew Flagg wouldn't burn him, despite it feeling quite hot, so he wouldn't be deterred by it. “Just relax for a minute...if it doesn't feel good or right to you I'll stop, I promise…"

Flagg nodded, panting as he tried to keep himself under control. Any reservations he had were fading rather quickly under that gentle, sensual touch, the easy massage of the human's fingers that fed his needy cock just the thing it so wanted. It was still nibbling at him, he shouldn't be doing this, he knew he shouldn't, but...with Mason taking the initiative, it was getting harder and harder to accept that as a reason to stop. He remained stock-still, letting Mason do as he pleased...which, really, was the same thing he pleased.

“Yeah...that’s good...I’ll bet you’re liking that, huh?” Mason wasn’t paying so much attention to Flagg’s response, too engrossed in the canine’s cock. It was an impressive sight to behold, absolutely huge, wide enough that both his hands combined couldn’t fully encircle it, and far longer than anything he’d seen the night before...though it was a lot closer to some of the ones he’d seen in the pictures he’d been looking at before he was interrupted. Getting something that big inside him like his dad had done the night before...well, he’d seen others doing it just fine in the pictures, he figured it couldn’t be too bad for him either. And that was just the size, there was also the fact that it was steaming hot as well, he couldn’t imagine how that would feel. It wasn’t even certain that he would find out...it would depend on whether Flagg was okay with that. But from the hums and groans of the big dog above him, it sounded like he was coming around to the idea.

Indeed, Flagg's heat was running high, the rubbing on his cock was making him more and more lusty. He was never as rough as Ritter was, but he certainly did get horny just as easily, and he was especially sensitive to being played with like Mason was doing now. To hell with it...he's leading me on anyway, he wants this, and I want to give it to him. But...I'm not going to lose control of myself...I have to go easy on him, just in case…

With immense reluctance, he stepped backwards, removing Mason's touch from his cock. At first Mason was worried he'd gone too far, but then Flagg brought his head down and nudged it against his body, motioning for him to lie down on his back. The moment he did, the Arcanine's nose was sniffing and licking at his crotch, his hot tongue running over the human's cock and balls, making him gasp in joy. “Ah! F-flagg...that feels so good…"

Flagg murred quietly in appreciation; it always gave him a bit of pride to make his partner feel good. He kept his tongue working the human’s gonads, slathering them in his steaming saliva, leaving a lingering heat along the skin and making Mason draw a sharp breath inward. His chest heaved up and down under the Arcanine’s ministrations, the pleasure rising rapidly just like the last night, in fact even faster and harder - Flagg seemed to know just how to get him going. His tongue was expert, catching his most sensitive spots and on occasion even wrapping around his length, adding a tension to the heat that was utterly divine.

He couldn't last long under the treatment, and before he knew it, he was firing off, letting loose healthy shots of his seed right into Flagg's waiting maw. The Arcanine lapped it up without hesitation, eagerly enjoying the taste of his trainer's son, as much as he could get out of him. He continued to lick as Mason throughout his orgasm, keeping the pleasure as high as he could and taking in every bit of his essence until Mason couldn't stay up at the top any longer. When he finally pulled away, the boy was shaking and panting on the ground, but still hard as a rock, Flagg noticed; he must have really enjoyed it, and that made him feel a lot better about everything. He didn't know if Chris was going to approve of this, but if he put a stop to it, at least Flagg could say he gave Mason an experience to remember.

But Mason was far from finished. After a bit of recovery, he pushed himself up to his knees, crawling forward to Flagg. “That was...wonderful, Flagg. I...I think it's your turn, now…"

Flagg wasn't going to make Mason do anything he wasn't ready for...but at this point, his throbbing, aching cock wasn't allowing him to refuse the boy's advance. With a rumbling nod, he stayed still as Mason got underneath him, once again tending to his steaming shaft with his soft hands. This time, he was going to do more...he leaned forward, opening his mouth and tentatively licking at the tip of Flagg's cock. A quiet bark of mixed surprise and pleasure escaped the Arcanine's mouth, a promising sign that encouraged Mason to continue. He licked a little more, getting down away from the tip and along the upper part of Flagg's dick, enjoying the intense heat as it warmed his tongue. He was definitely hotter than Zell was, not exactly a surprise, but his experience with the Charmander had somewhat prepared him for what he was getting, and he wasn't minding the near-burning that he was feeling...it was actually rather pleasant.

Getting bolder, he returned to the tip and brought his whole mouth into it, wrapping his lips around it and starting to suckle a bit. Flagg had to hold himself rigid to keep from bucking into that tantalizing mouth, the tip of his cock was getting an insane amount of pleasure from Mason's mouth, much more than he had anticipated. Deep growls and groans escaped him as he tried to keep himself as steady as possible; oh, how he wished he could actually tell Mason how good this felt, more than just through his vague sounds. Perhaps Mason could tell he liked it, but he wanted him to feel the same sort of exact pride and joy from words of desire than Flagg was able to get from him.

Mason felt a hot spurt of pre enter his mouth, enough of a load to make his cheeks bloat a bit, forcing him to swallow rapidly. Hot, musky, with a much stronger taste than Zell's, a somewhat different taste at that, but he didn't mind it...it wasn't that bad, actually, weird but enjoyable in a strange way. He pushed down a bit further, making his mouth stretch a bit more around the flesh as it got wider further down. It was a bit harder to manage there, but he was curious...how much of it could he get into him? If Flagg liked it, he wanted to try taking as much as possible...not only to pleasure him, but to practice for if the others might want him to do this as well in their later bodies.

Slowly he nudged his way down, straining a bit more with every gradual increase. His mouth seemed not quite big enough to handle it, but he wanted to at least give it a try, and kept pressing on until he felt the tip of the cock graze the back of his throat. He couldn't push it any further in from there, his mouth just wouldn't give any more, so he had to keep it at that limit, but he tried to make sure he gave as much pleasure to Flagg as he could with what he could manage. He ran his tongue along as much of it as he could, licking and sucking at the same time, while pleasuring him with both hands, playing extra attention to the bulge at the base of his cock. He could hear the deep breaths quickening from the canine above him, it sounded like he was getting close...the heat and the musk were making his own breathing a bit difficult, especially combined with so much in his mouth, but he dove and and kept at it, not wanting to stop when Flagg was so close.

Finally, the Arcanine's body hit its limit. With a strangled howl he came, shooting hard and fast into that incredible mouth that gave him so much pleasure. The first shots forced their way down Mason's throat, forcing him to pull back as the mass of fluid became too much to handle...as soon as he did, his mouth was filled full rapidly, faster than he could swallow. His cheeks puffed out and spurts erupted from the sides of his worn-out mouth, splattering onto the floor and onto his body. It was so hot, and had such a strong taste, like his pre but so much more...he could almost feel it burning as he swallowed, his insides getting pleasantly warm from the temperature, and he refused to take his mouth away despite the difficulty. After a while, Flagg's shots tapered off enough to become manageable, and he kept locked on until the Arcanine was finished, feeling nice and full from the extensive load.

Flagg felt a bit dizzy when it was done; the thrill of the climax, of the taboo, of the satisfaction, were a bit much for him to process all at once. He felt himself get a bit shaky just like Mason had, though he was able to keep himself fully upright anyway, not wanting to hurt the human by falling down on him. Finally, he felt those lips pull off of him, sorry to feel the sensations leave but happy to have felt them in the first place...his cock was still dripping a bit, making more of a mess on the floor, and when Mason crawled out from under him he could see how much of his seed had gotten on him. It was kind of a sexy sight...he hadn’t expected it to be, but there was no denying it once he saw it, it was a pleasure seeing his mate soaked in his essence.

His mate? Flagg snapped himself back to attention. That thought had come out of nowhere...but wasn't that what he was wanting? He wanted the boy in a way different from that of just a guardian and protector...and lust wasn't the only feeling he had, he did deeply care for him. Maybe more than he'd ever really admitted to himself...the others would tease him about it on occasion, but he'd always insisted there was nothing more to it. Maybe he was the only one fooled by that...he nuzzled and licked at Mason almost automatically, a little bit cleaning and a little bit caring, trying to show his feelings without being too pushy about it.

Whether or not Mason understood, he seemed very receptive to it. “Ah...thanks, Flagg…" His hands rubbed over the Arcanine's head, scratching behind his ears. “I...I guess I couldn't quite get as much of that as you could, being as big as you are and all." Flagg chuffed and growled a bit, trying to tell him it was fine, and he seemed to understand. “I guess it makes sense...but I'd still like to make all of your cock feel that pleasure. I...I think if I take it the other way...I might be able to get it all in me. It looked like that was easier from the pictures...do you want to try it?"

It seemed like going a bit far...but what they'd done was already pretty far, certainly over some line, what point was there in stopping now? And truthfully, he did want it, a chance to properly mate with Mason...especially if he was going to be Flagg's mate, he would want to do that with him, give it to him the way a good mate always did. Before he even registered it, he found himself nodding to Mason. He flushed a bit underneath his fur, he didn't want to seem like just another horndog, but it was hard to stop himself from what he knew he wanted and knew Mason wanted.

“I was hoping you would...just, um, go easy on me, okay? You're a lot bigger than Rio is..." Mason turned around and got down on all fours, feeling a bit awkward and hesitant. He was trying to match what he'd seen in the pictures, unsure if he was doing it right, unsure if he'd really be able to handle this...but he wanted to try, his body wanted the sex and his mind wanted Flagg. He couldn't have stopped himself under any circumstance now, he truly wanted to feel it regardless of his nerves.

Flagg was very mindful of this, though. He could see the hesitation, the slight uncertainty, and there was no way he was going to add to that if he could help it. He stepped over Mason, getting into the proper position slowly, letting the warmth of his body relax the human as his cock poked up against that waiting hole. He found the proper spot with the tip of his dick after a few experimental prods, but didn't rush in, instead nestling it in place and keeping it there for a bit, letting some of his drippings leak just inside, loosening Mason up and making him feel nice and pleasant, giving him a chance to back off if he found he wasn't truly ready. He waited until Mason finally found the words: “Go ahead, Flagg...I'm ready."

Slowly he pressed in, stretching that hole around the tip of his cock and very gradually easing in. Mason gritted his teeth, it was definitely a LOT bigger than what he had dealt with with Rio, even the first couple inches felt like a huge mass of difference, and he was very aware that there was a lot more to go. But...it didn't hurt, the heat really depressed a lot of the sensations other than the pure pleasure. Even being opened up so wide wasn't that bad, a very strange feeling that started out a bit rough but gradually relaxed, it was like his body was willingly acceding to the Arcanine's, letting it do as it wanted without complaint. He started panting harder as more of it slipped inside, the feelings of pleasure and stress rushing harder through him with every slow inch.

Control was hard for Flagg; everything about him wanted to buck in all the way and drill Mason for all he was worth. But he refused to give in to that...he wanted to be sure Mason was all right, and if that meant holding back the whole way, he would have done it without complaint. But damn, was it a trial...that tight hole was so inviting, so lovely, providing him a level of ecstasy that he'd not felt in a long, long time. It only felt tighter with every deeper insertion, his precum painting the way for him to get in just a touch deeper every time, easing the passage as his thickness parted Mason's bowels to another level. It felt like an eternity, but he finally had his knot pressed against the boy's rear, the entire mass of his dick inside Mason apart from that last bit. Whether that would feel the boy's tightness was uncertain, but he tried not to think about that.

With all of it inside, Flagg stayed still, letting Mason get adjusted. The boy was panting hard beneath him, but already it was getting easier...it felt far too large to go inside so cleanly, but there it was, and he felt more or less fine. The stretch had gotten more intense near the end, but he was getting accommodated now, grateful for the measured pace Flagg had taken. He was sweating profusely now, the heat inside and out making him feel like he was in a sauna. Despite all the potentially discomforting aspects, though, he was loving it all, and as he felt himself get adjusted he spoke up to Flagg above him, eager to get to the next part. “You...can go ahead, Flagg…"

Flagg wuffed quietly, and steeled himself, reminding his body over and over that ‘go ahead’ did not mean ‘pound him ruthlessly.’ Gently he pulled back, drawing his cock just about halfway out of Mason before just as gently pushing back in. The sensations on his dick were divine, the human’s ass clung to him in a tight grip, making his pull back that much harder and more pleasurable, and the thrust in felt even better, making him murr lewdly. Mason’s groan beneath him betrayed his own glory - the cock invading him again at a faster pace made him stretch out all over again, and now that he was used to it it felt exceptional, much less stressful and more pleasing.

The Arcanine stuck with that pace, getting into a rhythm with Mason, building up slightly but staying mostly even, a gentle thrusting that wouldn’t overdo it for the human. He only picked up the speed gradually as his precum eased the way for him, slicking up that gripping passage and making each motion freer. Holding back made his muscles ache, but the pleasure more than made up for it; Mason was the best he’d had in a long time, and he wanted to be sure his new mate had only the best of times, it wouldn’t be fair if the pleasure Flagg was getting was better than what he was giving to Mason.

Words were incapable of expressing how Mason was feeling now. That burning cock was making him feel a hundred kinds of amazing, raw pleasure shooting through him with every thrust in, and slowly shuddering through him on every extraction. He was finding it a challenge to keep himself in place on the ground, his dripping sweat making the floor a bit slipperier than before and the power of the Arcanine more than a match for his own muscle, but somehow he managed, letting most of the force go right into his body and deliver its pleasure payload. One minute in, his cock was leaking badly, his body already fighting to cum again despite his resistance; two minutes, and he was there, crying out and shaking as his white load released onto the floor, joining Flagg's in the mess. He clamped down tight on that cock as ecstasy swarmed him, pushing into Flagg's thrusts with a bit more force and making him grunt up above. It was enough that he was forced to hold still for a moment while Mason finished his climax, letting him get back into a relaxed, content state.

“Haah...w-wow…" Mason's voice trembled as he finally came down from that height; he'd never felt it quite like that before, and already he wanted it again, though his dick and balls were kind of sore after being used so much so fast. In spite of that, he didn't move; he knew Flagg had only really just gotten started, and it wouldn't be fair to stop things now. Besides, his dad had done it a couple times really quick, it couldn't be that bad, could it? He straightened back up a bit and relaxed his body, making it looser for Flagg once more. “You can...keep going, Flagg. And you can go faster, I think I can handle it."

Flagg was rather impressed that Mason was willing to continue; at this point he wasn't going to question it. Once he felt the human solidly prepare himself, he started back up, moving at twice the speed he had before, his body moving much more fluidly and easily now that it was going closer to his preferred pace. He'd thought it was good before, but now it was even better, the more rapid motion delivering harder shots of pleasure through his cock, jolts that rocketed up his spine and rang the bell in his brain. His grunts and quiet woofs became a bit louder, more energetic, resonating a bit through the boy below him.

Mason was getting the real deal now, the Arcanine's power was on display and it was fantastic. That cock was drugging him with pleasure, sending it surging through him over and over, getting him back into the mood in no time. Flagg's thrusts were making him slide across the ground now, he couldn't get enough of a grip to stay still right away, until he was able to get hold of an empty box on the floor and shove it up against his bedpost, letting him brace himself fully against something much more solid. Now he was truly getting all of the energy the canine had to give him, his body getting an intense workout as he took Flagg's lust. “Flagg...yes, please, more!"

More was all Flagg was doing. He’d slowly faltered holding himself back, steadily speeding up as Mason was trying to get himself stable and he was forced to move around to get back in position...he hadn’t even noticed until they’d finally stopped, but he was humping the human much more forcefully than when they’d started up again. When Mason wanted still more, he knew that he could handle anything...he lot loose, howling a bit as he really started driving himself into the human, his cock giving off wet smacks as his knot rammed against the human’s ass, precum splattering everywhere when he pulled out. The heat was building up in his flesh and in the air around them, making Mason even hotter, leaving a burning sensation every time Flagg receded that only built on itself when the thrusts brought him inside once again. “Y-yes...it feels so good!”

Flagg couldn’t agree more...he was finding himself rapidly getting to his limit, unable to hold back the dam from bursting much longer. With a deep growl, he planted himself firmly and thrust hard into Mason, forcing his knot against the human’s hole with a vicious pressure. Mason let out a cry beneath him, a long lingering cry that got higher and higher as his hole yawned open slowly to accept that massive bulge, until with a slight slick pop it shoved in, getting Flagg in as deep as he could go and touching a new depth within his body. Both of them let out heavy cries as Flagg came hard, shooting a powerful load of blazing, searing fluid into Mason. It felt like a lava flow inside him, so unimaginably hot, making his entire torso feel like it was on fire as he was pumped full of Arcanine cream, surging deep inside him and around the thick cock in his ass, never getting past that knot taking up all the space that it possibly could. Before Mason realized it, he too was coming again, though his own cock failed to shoot anything, drained dry by all the activity from Flagg and from the night before. The incredible pleasure rushing through him was more than enough, though; his clenched and writhed, fingers gripping the box tight enough that they punched holes in the cardboard as he rode out his climax with Flagg this time, the canine’s intensity adding to his own.

Flagg came for a lot longer than he had, he could feel himself being pumped fuller and fuller by the second, a seemingly endless gush of semen pushing deeper and deeper. By the time it was over, he could almost feel the weight of it inside him, a bit of a firmness in his stomach, though thankfully not a visible bulge - that would have been a challenge to explain to his father. Finally, though, Flagg's cock seemed to be slowing its emission, and he could feel him coming down from that high, relaxing into the afterglow...the heavy pants were a roar above his head, heaving breaths loud enough to drown out his own. That bulge was still there, holding him in place...he didn't know what the deal was with that, but at the moment he didn't really mind anything that kept him and Flagg together.

Slowly Flagg descended to the ground, laying down on his side and using his paws to keep Mason close by, unconcerned about the messy floor. It would be a while before they separated, hopefully Chris wouldn't come up to look for them...then again, maybe Flagg would be lucky and Ritter would be keeping him nice and occupied. Still, even if Chris raised hell, he could hardly say it wasn't worth it - he'd just properly bred Mason, made him his mate, and heart and soul he wouldn't let him go. If only he could actually tell Mason that...he had to content himself with holding him close while he waited for his knot to go down. Somehow, he'd find a way…

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The box had finally arrived. Chris felt a bit like a kid at Christmas, eager to open the package and get at the contents inside. Even though he knew for sure what it was, so there wasn't any surprise, that wasn't reducing the anticipation at all - in fact it probably made it better.

He went into his study, one of his private areas in the house where he worked on organizing and planning routines for his Pokémon among other things. Once there he got the box open, undoing the loads of packaging to uncover two smaller boxes, each one labeled “Pokémon Translator." One had his name, the other had Mason's...he opened the one marked with his name, pulling out a pair of very small devices looking a bit like a hearing aid that could put into his ear and clip to the outside. There were also a couple small batteries in a separate package in the box, replacements for when he would need them, which he hoped wouldn't be for a while.

This was a real treat, and he'd been waiting for it for a long time. He had an old friend in the tech industry who'd been working hard on a new type of Pokémon translator that wasn't obtrusive and could be worn without being overly visible, and they'd been enjoying a lot of success as of late. They still weren't publicly available, though, distribution was limited to a bunch of testers, many of whom had been investing in the project. When his friend had made him the offer to try one out, Chris had jumped at the opportunity, and getting one for Mason had been a big deal as well, since there currently were very few youth testers. He'd been waiting for a couple months for this, and as he set the devices into his ears and turned them on, he felt a giddy anticipation coming over him. He'd always wondered what his buddies were saying, he knew they could understand him but it meant conversations were a bit one-sided. Now, they could talk properly, and he was looking forward to it.

He heard the study door push open, and saw Ritter pad in, looking at him curiously. “Ritter...really good timing! Wanna say something?"

“Say something?" Ritter said in confusion, cocking his head.

“No need to be so literal, bud, you can be creative!" Chris said with a snicker. “I actually understood that...these things work wonders!"

“Ohhhhh...so you did get a translator! Well, that's convenient, now we can actually talk to you!" Ritter grinned at him. “Finally, you can hear all the cursing we throw at you for your bastard-ass routines."

“And then I can make you actually help me design them after you do. So you may want to be careful what you say there!"

“Fair enough! But I'm glad you can actually understand me now," Ritter said, walking up towards Chris and stalking around him a bit. “Because now we can talk properly about a few things. Like, say, the fact that you were hiding a few secrets from us, such as how much of a little bitch you are."

Chris's eyes went wide open. Whatever he'd expected to hear from Ritter, it hadn't been that. “Wh-what? What are you talking about?"

“Oh, don't play coy with me. I heard all about your little fun time with Jagger and Gryff…" The human's face went beet-red the moment he heard the Mega Houndoom bring that up, all but confirming the truth of that story. “Funny, you never said a word to us about wanting to get fucked by a Pokémon...I thought we were your confidantes, you could tell us anything, were you trying to keep some secrets from us?"

“N-no...it wasn't…" Chris swallowed, his throat feeling a bit dry; the Mega Houndoom's deep voice was rough, aggressive, and powerful, the translator did a good job matching Ritter's true voice. “I...I didn't ask for that...they just...decided to…and I never, you know, had those kinds of…"

Ritter's grin widened. Oh, that was just too perfect, he'd really been made a bitch, just like Mason had made it sound. “Oh, you don't have to explain anything Chris. I see how it is...you enjoyed getting drilled by a couple of beasts, you liked them taking charge and pushing it on you. Nothing wrong with being a bitch...someone's gotta be the one to take it, after all. But I wish I'd known about that before, seems unfair I've had all this time around a perfect bitch and never had the chance to take part."

“I...Ritter, this is a bit…" Chris took a bit of a step back from Ritter; with years of shared experience between them, he was certain Ritter wasn't going to hurt him, but he knew full well that the Houndoom was the most likely of the three to get pushy and aggressive. “I don't think...it's not anything like that…"

“Oh, really...somehow I doubt that." Whatever space Chris tried to put between them he more than made up for, getting rather up close to his trainer in short order, putting the difference in their size into stark display. “You keep protesting, trying to say it was nothing, but there's one thing I haven't heard out of you, and that's that you didn't love being fucked like a little bitch. And if you think you can fool me now, you're only kidding yourself...I can smell your arousal from here, even the reminder of it is turning you on. Or maybe it's how forceful I'm getting with you that's doing it, you're getting just what you want...what you've spent so long avoiding and ignoring, until you can't take it anymore...is that what it is?"

“Ah…" Chris was almost against the wall now, Ritter's eyes boring down into him. Last night he'd thought he was just too drunk to really put up a proper fight, to keep the two Pokémon and Gary from having their way with him...he hadn't really been into it, it had just been the booze and the need that made him more willing to allow it. But now, he was stone cold sober, and he still couldn't find the words to put a stop to it. Ritter was a long-time friend, if he had put forth a firm no that would be the end of it, he knew that and he was sure Ritter knew it...but now, he couldn't even muster a half-hearted refusal.

“Just as I thought. Don't you worry, though...I'm more than happy to give you exactly what you want and need." Ritter sent a jet of smoky breath into Chris's face, the heat making him shiver a bit. His next words had a bit of an imposing growl to them, the deep sound making them feel even more rough and forceful than before. “Get those clothes off your body. Make it quick, I'm not in the mood to wait around for you to be indecisive. Not when I've already made the decision."

Chris wasn't exactly sure why he complied so easily...he wasn't even all that aware of it at first, he had already pulled off his shit before he realized what he was doing. He should have put a stop to it, played the role of the trainer like he was supposed to...but that voice, that deep growling combined with the smooth, roguish timbre, bit into him like nothing else and refused to let him go, imposing the canine's will on him. Maybe there was a hint of Dark-type influence in them...he'd heard rumors about that, how they could mess with your head, but he had always thought they were just rumors. He was starting to wonder, though...though maybe that was just his effort not to admit to himself that he was just that willing. His shorts and underwear sank to the floor as he loosened them off his legs, leaving him completely nude in front of Ritter, who was grinning approvingly.

“Good...nice and obedient. Guess you learned well from training us how to act that way yourself. Now why don't you get down on all fours and present yourself like the bitch you are? Show me how much you want what I have to give you."

The effect was almost instant, Chris felt his legs shake a bit, struggle to hold himself up. He followed the signal, sinking down to his knees in front of Ritter, getting a look at what was underneath him. Having been around the canines for so long, he'd seen their packages before, but he'd never really looked at them, examined them from this kind of perspective...he never really realized how big it was, beating out even Gryff's from last night in length, though the Rhydon had had the edge in girth. At least, for the length of his cock, he did...but Ritter's knot was a different story altogether, so thick and wide, Chris couldn't imagine it fitting inside him. And he was all but certain Ritter would get it in there anyway. Shakily, he turned around and leaned over on his hands and knees, raising his ass towards the Houndoom, just as he had been ordered to do.

Ritter sounded dissatisfied, though. “Hmph...that was awfully slow. If I didn't know better I might think you were trying to act reluctant, not the eager bitch you are. I think you're going to need to be a little more convincing." He stepped over the human, getting his head near Chris's ear. “Let's hear you beg for it. Tell me how much you want my cock in your tiny ass, how badly you want to feel me breed you."

“Ritter…" Surely this was a bit too far. Ritter had a tendency to be a bit domineering, he knew this as well as anyone, and as long as he didn't cause problems Chris let him conduct himself how he wanted. But being commanded to beg to be fucked seemed like something that should be stopped, nipped in the bud before it became a trend...he wasn't really a commander, he wanted his buddies to not look at him as their boss or master, but this might have been a bit too much of a drop for his good.

But before he could say anything, Ritter spoke again. “Hm, next words outta your mouth better be what I want to hear, bitch." Such a deep, powerful demand, with a touch of a growl that was just threatening enough to make him shiver without actually sounding like a threat...there was such a pleasure in it, and being all out of sorts from how the whole thing was going, he found himself falling under the dark spell. It didn't help that it brought back memories of Gary and Jagger and Gryff from last night, and regardless of whether he was sure about it or not, it had felt so good...

“Please...Ritter...I need to feel you inside me...I need your burning cock...so bad...I n-need your...your thick knot splitting me open...f-fuck me as hard as y-you can…"

Ritter let out a very quiet laugh, only audible in Chris's ear. “You'll get exactly what you want, all right…" He pulled his head away and stepped over the human, his big dick swaying slightly under him until he got it nudged up against Chris's hole. A bit of prodding, and he got the tip wedged against the ring, pushing just slightly and making Chris groan. The moment he was sure he had it, Ritter launched into action. He was as far from gentle as he could be, plunging in remorselessly and sending his entire length into Chris up to his bulging knot. It was a harsh entry, but he was sure Chris could handle it if he'd taken a Nidoking and Rhydon already, and he wasn't going to deny himself the joy of truly claiming a bitch if he was sure they could take it.

Chris jerked a bit in response to the forceful entry, tensing up uselessly as his Pokémon powered into him. If he thought the stretch last night was a bear, this was doubly so, the huge cock spreading his wider than ever. And so hot, it was like a blazing poker inside him, every bit of contact left and intense burning that didn't recede when Ritter pulled away, and his pre only seemed to make the burn even more powerful. But it also numbed the discomfort, soothing the ache from the strain and allowing the pleasure to come through more cleanly...his first vocalization was a low moan, abashed but unstoppable, conceding to the canine above him.

That got Ritter starting to rut him in earnest, no more testing needed. He started fucking hard and fast, the full length of his dick surging in and out of that tight passage. Grunts and quiet barks came out of him on every thrust in as the pleasure rushed through him, the incredible tightness was heavenly around his shaft. And Chris clung to him as he pulled back, raising a wonderful friction that stimulated him in just the best way...it was at least as good as screwing Smoke, though the Mightyena was more intentional about his pleasure; Chris just seemed along for the ride. There was a definite subversive pleasure in fucking Chris, though, that wasn't present with Smoke, and he was gonna take the most he could out of that.

Chris's breath came hard and fast, his lungs starting to burn as well as Ritter's fucking heated the air around them. It made him the slightest bit dizzy, but that only seemed to amplify the pleasure; the loss of focus allowed him to just feel it run through him over and over without control or inhibition. He couldn't reject what he was feeling at all, his Mega Houndoom's furious screwing was really hitting the spot, making him feel all over again the thrill that had come last night. It rapidly overtook him, making him shake and cry out louder than before, sounding his pleasure to his partner...before he knew it he was shooting his load, his orgasm catching himself by surprise and eliciting a wild yell from his lungs. Ritter never stopped, driving into him throughout his climax, sustaining it with the force of his sexual dominance. His thrusts became more insistent, the fat knot smacking against his hole with more fervor now...and more than anything, he wanted to feel it, wanted it locking Ritter inside him while the Houndoom marked him with his seed.

And Ritter was more than happy to give it to him. His thrusts started to force it slightly in, making Chris's ass stretch more with every pass, widening out before snapping back as the Houndoom pulled out, only to test it again on the next thrust. He could feel himself getting less and less resistant to the huge girth every time, his breathing picking up harder and faster as the spillover from his orgasm continued, his cock continuing to spurt weakly as his body was forced into enduring pleasure.

Finally, Ritter growled a bit and rammed in hard, and kept the pressure up, making his ass open up wide before the knot popped in, securing the Mega Houndoom to him. An instant later, a wild gush of incendiary canine semen was injected into him, feeling like another extension to the massive pole pushing deeper into him. And then followed by another, and another...It felt like way too much just a few seconds in, and he knew it wasn't anywhere close to stopping. He groaned a bit as he felt himself fill up, then get overfilled...it felt like it was warping him from the inside, like he was going to blow up like a balloon from it all. Thankfully that didn't happen, he could feel the weight of it build inside him, putting an extra pressure on him, but it didn't really show at all.

The rush was better than ever for Ritter - it always felt good to knot a bitch, but it was so much more fun when that bitch was his own trainer, the supposed alpha. Well, he didn't seem much like an alpha now...and that made him feel on top, even more so than ever. And every spurt of his cum inside Chris was going to punctuate that...he'd be feeling it for a good long time, his fire's burn lingered longer than most, and hopefully he was leaving another kind of heat behind, the kind that would beg for him before long. Oh, that was a thought, to see Chris on hands and knees pleading to be fucked and knotted by him again...he WOULD make it happen, no doubt about it.

It took a good bit for his climax to wear off, though he didn't really feel all that drained by it; he'd've gone again straight away if it hadn't been for his knot locking him inside Chris. That would be a while...not that he minded. “Rrrrr...you were a wonderful little bitch to claim, Chris. I hope you're looking forward to next time as much as I am…"

Chris didn't reply, panting too hard to get words out; the rutting had left him much more drained than the Houndoom, and he had no idea how Ritter was still in such good shape after that. His face reddened deeply at the words, though, embarrassment at his own feelings creeping it. He didn't think of himself as that...slutty...yet, he knew he'd felt how much he wanted to be fucked and knotted, giving himself to Ritter so readily...it would make it a lot harder to convince him that he didn't want to go again later. And a part of him wondered if he wanted Ritter to be convinced…

“Hey, boss man. I'm hungry." Another voice came from the slightly open doorway, sounding like it was coming closer by the second. Chris had a brief moment of panic that it was Mason, but Mason didn't call him “boss man," and he realized it wasn't really his voice...he still got redder as Smoke pushed his way inside, it was still getting caught even if not by the worst case scenario.

“You know when dinner's gonna-" The Mightyena stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the scene in front of him - Ritter mounted on top of Chris, buried all the way inside him, the obvious signs of the human's orgasm sprayed across the floor. Silence reigned as his brain put the pieces together...then, a slow, devilish grin arose on his muzzle. This was definitely a new development...but one that he had no problem with. “Well...I was gonna ask when you were gonna set up dinner, but it looks like you're a bit 'tied' up at the moment."

Ritter let out a snort. “You are 'knot' funny, you know that?"

Chris let out a groan. Being humbled by the big dog might have been a bit humiliating, but the puns were intolerable.

“Hey, I think he understood that," Smoke chuckled as he padded inside, getting a closer look and sniff at the scene. “So I guess that means he's really got one of those translator thingies, eh?"

“Yep, he knows exactly what we're saying to him," Ritter confirmed. “So I was able to tell him how much of a bitch he is...and you can see the result. You want a go at him? He enjoys being talked down to a lot, I guarantee it."

“Mm, that's your thing, not mine. But I won't say no to a little more draining...I was caught up in an Eevee tail for a while." Chris's vision was suddenly overtaken by black and gray fur as Smoke sat down in front of him, the Mightyena's cock standing at attention in front of him, jutting up towards his face. It was obvious what was expected of him...he hadn't even said he would, they'd just assumed he'd do it without really asking him. He should have protested, but somehow it felt futile...he was stuck there anyway, what else was he going to do?

Hesitantly, he ducked his head down, opening his mouth and wrapping it around the tip of Smoke's cock. Immediately the strong taste hit his tongue, similar yet distinctly different from any of the ones he'd been made to taste the night before, mostly in the musky tones of the flavor. Maybe they were all a little different there...he tried to put that thought out of his head, not wanting to even risk getting curious about it. Instead he tried to focus on licking and sucking on his Pokémon, dutifully pleasuring him as best as he could under the circumstances.

He would have been fine with just going at his own pace, but Smoke had other ideas. A paw on the back of his head suddenly pushing him further down, pressing the tip of that pole deeper, past his mouth into his throat...he gagged slightly, but only barely this time, and soon Smoke was getting him deeper with ease, pushing him down all the way to his own knot. “Rrrr…yeah, that's more like it. Damn, you took that well, you sure this is your first time?"

“It's not," Ritter snickered. “Jagger and Gryff had their way with him last night."

“No shit! Well, then, you damn well should be able to handle me, I'm not as big as either of them. Just be glad I'm not interested in knotting your mouth, that sounds a bit too risky…"

Chris let out a grunt in response, but it was all but muffled by the pole crammed down his throat. Every attempt to pull up was met by resistance from Smoke's paw, light enough to let him up a bit but then pushing him back down before he got too far. Soon enough he realized that this was what he wanted...Jagger and Gryff had mostly done the work themselves, but Smoke was making him do something similar with his own movement. Resignedly, he continued, bobbing up and down to the Mightyena's desire, knowing he couldn't really argue in his state; he barely noticed when the paw wasn't pushing him down anymore.

“Y-yeah...almost there…" Smoke was panting harder, Chris could hear his chest heaving and even feel it against his head. He could swear he could feel the pulse of his heart within his cock, beating against the walls of his throat...maybe that was his imagination.

“Hah, already? Someone's a bit of a lightweight…" Ritter teased.

“Shut it, I had two little guys trying to tease me for half an hour, you'd be close too."

“Heh, if you say so." the Houndoom ducked his head to Chris's ear, and whispered so quietly he could barely hear. “Wrap your hand around the base of his cock, under his knot. That'll get him going pretty damn quick."

He didn't need telling twice. Chris reached out and grasped the base of Smoke's dick, tightly wrapping his fingers around underneath it. The effect was almost immediate, Smoke let out a bark and started shooting into his throat, the initial spurts of cum barely making him swallow in their direct path to his stomach. He would have stayed down like that the whole time if he could, but Ritter wouldn't have that, using a paw to pull him up until only the tip was inside and fresh Pokémon cum was flooding his mouth. Chris couldn't really swallow fast enough, some of it dribbled out of his mouth as he tried to keep up, the taste constant and endless, the texture thick and slimy. Only when Smoke tapered off was he finally able to get a grip on himself, breathing hard and coughing a bit as some of the stuff remained to tickle his throat.

“Goddamn…" Smoke was heaving pretty hard too, slumping back as his cock popped out of Chris's mouth. “I didn't think THAT would be so effective...was that what you were telling him, Ritter?"

“Yep...learned about that trick myself from an Ivysaur, he used vines but the same rule applies. Nice little trick for Chris to know about, since he's gonna be doing more of this, isn't he?"

“Heh, yeah, I think so...guess he really does like it, doesn't he?"

His face burned red, but still, Chris couldn't really find it in himself to say no.

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Dinner time was a slightly awkward affair for Chris and Mason. Both of them were trying not to give off too many hints about what had happened to them earlier in the day, despite their sore asses and general fatigue. So preoccupied with themselves were they that it ended up making them overlook the other's peculiar behaviors, and they got through the meal without realizing anything suspicious. The Pokémon were busy chowing down and not talking, but were giving each other knowing looks and occasional snickers, which further preoccupied the humans - it was clear they had something in mind, though neither one knew what that might be.

As they finished up their meals, Chris presented Mason with the translator earpieces, and the instant exuberance was quite gratifying. “Wow...this will really allow me to understand Pokémon?"

Chris nodded, smiling down at his son, enjoying the eagerness on the boy's face. “Yep, just like you could understand me. It's gonna be a revolutionary thing once they're done perfecting it, but I can tell you that it works really well already. I think you'll find it really interesting."

Mason was barely listening, trying to work the devices into his ears and get them on. “Hey, Rio or Zell or Morrie, say something!"

“Okay, Smoke was calling you a little wiener earlier," Zell piped up.

“You liar! I was not!" Smoke fired back.

Mason didn't really care whether it was true or not, he was too giddy about being able to actually understand what they were saying for once. “Wow, it really works! This is awesome, I can't wait to talk with all sorts of Pokémon with it!"

“You probably shouldn't get too excited about that, most of them don't say anything worth a damn," Rio cracked.

“I think it'll be most useful for talking with your partners," Chris agreed. “You can learn how they're feeling and if anything's bothering them, and take care of it a lot more easily. It'll be a fantastic tool for bonding with your friends."

“Very true," Ritter agreed with a devilish snicker. “And you'd know all about how it helps with bonding, wouldn't you? Certainly helped me bond with your fine ass earlier…"

“R-Ritter!" Chris wheeled around and snapped at the Mega Houndoom. “That's...that's not something that's appropriate to say around him!"

“Oh, get off your perch, Chris. How do you think we found out about YOU? It didn't come out of nowhere...he saw you yesterday, 'bonding' with Jagger and Gryff. And it sure sounds like he's done a fair bit of 'bonding' of his own...maybe ask Flagg how he liked it."

Shocked, Chris turned to look to Mason, who was blushing and averting his gaze, but with a shy smile, and Flagg, who was trying to look everywhere but at Chris with a nervous expression of his own. “Y-you...um…"

“We've had fun with him, too," Rio added, sounding rather pleased with himself. “I guess we should thank you for providing the inspiration."

“I...I see…” It wasn’t the way he wanted things to come out, but it looked like that was beyond his control. It was time for a talk with Mason, to set things straight...and, he supposed, with the Pokémon as well, since they were clearly all in the know. “Mason...I guess I should tell you what this is all about. I, uh…you know about sexuality and all that, right, how some men are attracted to men rather than women…” Mason nodded, relieving Chris that he wouldn’t have to go into details like that. “Well…sometimes men think they’re attracted to women for a long time, and don’t realize that they aren’t until…well, a lot of stuff happens that makes them figure it out. Do you, uh, understand what I mean?”

“Yeah, I guess...does that mean you’re, um, gay? Is that...why Mom left?”

“Yes, that’s what it was. Your mother...well, I guess it wasn’t really fair to her, she wanted someone who was attracted to her and I...well, she knew long before I actually admitted it that I was that way. I told you I don’t want you to hate her or be angry at her for it...it never had anything to do with you, it was about me.”

Mason nodded; it was a bit hard for him to talk about this kind of thing, but he was learning how to deal with it better, and understanding what happened was helping him. “Okay, yeah, I guess I get that. And…well, I’m…I’m gay, too. I never really felt anything for girls, but I did for guys…and, well, uh…yeah.”

Chris nodded; he had his suspicions that that might be true, though finding out he was taking it from his Arcanine just earlier that day was probably much stronger evidence than anything he'd noticed before. “That's just fine, and you know that I won't ever give you grief about that. Some people still do...it's kind of why I didn't tell anyone and tried to pretend otherwise for so long. But you shouldn't do that...the world's a bit better about that than it used to be, so you shouldn't have to hide it at all."

“Okay...so, um, is it...normal for you to, uh, do it with Pokémon?"

“Hell yes," Ritter jumped in before Chris could say anything.

“Ritter…"

“What, I'm not just saying that so I can have a crack. What do you think usually happens between trainers and Pokémon on those long journeys? It's less common for them NOT to do it than otherwise."

Chris sighed. “I'd like to try to take things one step at a time, okay?" He turned back to Mason. “What happened last night was...unexpected. My friend Gary is gay as well, but he never actually made any moves until then...and Jagger and Gryff, I guess, didn't want to be left out. That's the first time I've ever had a Pokémon do anything like that to me...I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea that I did that a lot and you just saw it for the first time, okay?"

“I guess...but it made me feel funny while I was watching it. And, you know, not in the bad way…"

“Ha!" Ritter barked. “He was getting horny off of watching you be dommed, this just keeps getting better!"

“Ritter, please…" Now it was Flagg trying to keep things in check.

“As I was about to say…" Chris tried to continue, though his face was furiously red, “It's not a bad thing to do that, as long as you're not forcing them to get involved. Being a trainer means you have to be careful about that...but if they want to, it's okay. At least, as far as I'm concerned, I don't know if Pokémon have their own rules…"

“As if,” Smoke snorted. “You kidding me? You humans have way more hang-ups about sex than we do. Especially with this ‘permission’ stuff, that’s a luxury in the wild. Hell, as far as we’re concerned, when it comes to sex you’re no more different from us than we are from another Pokémon of a different species. We’ve got no qualms about it whatsoever.”

“Yeah, and we love doing it with our trainers," Zell added. “It really is bonding...we love to bond with trainers, get close with them and make them happy, and physical pleasure like that is one of the best ways to make you happy. That's really all I want, is to make you feel good and make you happy, and that's always what I'll be trying to do for you."

“Heh, as if he understands how to really make you feel good…" Rio replied with a snicker. “You don't know what a good time with a Pokémon is until you've surrendered to them completely...when I evolve to a Feraligatr, I'm gonna make sure you know real pleasure, you'll get to feel my muscle dominate your body and my huge cock dominate your ass...you'll know you have a Pokémon who'll always make you feel safe and will always be in control, I guarantee you'll never want anything more."

“I guess I just feel, um, differently…" Morrie said with a blush that could almost be seen through his fur. “I...I like letting you guys be in charge. You're the trainers, and I feel best when I'm doing what you want...so I just want to be there for you to pleasure yourselves how you want to. I won't argue with anything you want, I promise."

“Being close is what matters to me," Flagg said solemnly. “You…when you asked me to do those things earlier, I...I felt like I was making you my mate, and...that means a lot to me, I want to be sure I show you all of that. I know I'm big and I can get rough, but I'll keep you close and never let anyone hurt you. And I'll make sure it feels good for you...I think it's every good male's duty to be good to their mates however they can, and I'll do my best not to let you down."

“Spoken like a true beta," Ritter snickered. “But that's fine, every pack needs a good beta. They also need a good alpha...I'll show you exactly what an alpha is like. You'll know who's in charge when I'm done with you, and you'll accept where I belong and where you belong. And you'll love every second of it. When I call you a bitch, you'll take it exactly how you're supposed to - as a compliment and as where you rightly belong."

Smoke just shook his head. “Whatever. As long as I'm getting off and you all are as well, I don't really care what else happens. I'm just gonna enjoy the ride like always."

“I...guess there's a lot of different approaches to it," Chris said wearily, giving up on getting a handle on things again. “You know, Mason, that you can tell them no at any time, no matter what...and if they don't comply, there'll be hell to pay. You understand that, right?"

“Y-yeah, dad, I do…" Mason nodded, still a little flushed. In the back of his head, though, he wasn't really sure he wanted to say no...truthfully, he found Ritter and Rio's statements to be the most enticing. They sounded like they wanted to make him do as they said, whether he agreed to it or not, and for some reason that thought was pretty appealing. But he didn't tell his dad this, he wasn't sure he wanted him to know that, at least not yet. “I'll...I'll tell you if there's anything wrong, I promise."

“That's all I ask. And-" Chris paused as he heard a buzzing from his shorts, his phone was ringing. “Crap...let me take this, and then we'll make sure you have no more questions."