Commission: Fun For The Family (4/5)
Story by AstroSecant on SoFurry
Upon waking up, Chris felt surprisingly relaxed and refreshed; his body wasn't nearly as worn down from the sexual encounters the previous night as he'd expected. Aside from the stickiness in his ass from the dried semen from Flagg and Rio, which they hadn't given him a chance to wash out, he felt fairly normal. And well-satisfied...he actually felt better in some ways than he had in a while. He'd heard getting laid was a good way to relax and relieve tension, but he hadn't expected it to be this effective.
Flagg was sleeping on the floor next to his bed, breathing quietly and contentedly. There was hardly a sign of what he'd been doing in the previous day...well, it wasn't like that was his first time doing that sort of thing, just his first time doing it with a human. His peacefulness was rather a comfort to Chris, helping bring back a bit of a sense of normalcy...Flagg was still good ol' reliable, dutiful Flagg, he hadn't really changed. Maybe none of them had...just the relationship between them.
Showering off was first priority, and he spent a good bit of time doing so; even if Gary knew about what was going on, it would still be quite embarrassing to go into his place smelling like Pokémon cum. He'd have to tell Mason to do the same thing, no way he wasn't in a similar situation...with Ritter and Smoke having been with him last night, he was almost surprised he hadn't heard cries even from several rooms away. Did Ritter go gently on him, against all odds? It wouldn't have been a bad thing if he had...though, thoughts did start to creep into his head of the big canine thumping his son as hard as possible, spearing him with a cock far too big for him…making him moan and cry out in pleasure, panting and on the verge of climax...
He scowled a bit as he felt his member stir, and he noticed that he was definitely getting hard. That...that was wrong. That was his own son! He shouldn't be thinking about him in any sort of sexual way, much less him getting turned into a Pokémon bitch...he had to stop this, he had to keep those thoughts out of his head. Tempting as they were...no, no, that had to stop. If Gary found out...what he might do, or what Jagger and Gryff might do…
The shower ended up being almost torture, the isolation making it easy for his mind to conjure up images he didn't want to accept. Somehow he managed to get himself cleaned up without banging his head into a wall until he passed out, or stroking himself until he blew again. At that point, he figured he was just as likely to catch hell from the Pokémon for having fun without them...and why he minded that in the slightest, he wasn't really sure.
As he stepped out, he heard thumping and grunting from Mason's room nearby. Immediately his mind went to his son being bent over by Pokémon...well, it wasn't that unlikely, they seemed pretty horny lately. Maybe just the novelty of it, perhaps it would wear off after they'd had their fill...he hadn't even realized he was walking over while he was thinking about it, and before he knew it he had his hand on the doorknob. There was only the briefest of hesitations before he pushed it open.
Mason was on the floor, body low to the ground, being addressed at both ends. Rio's fat cock was pushing into his throat, the Croconaw face-fucking him without remorse or restraint, both claws hands clutching the boy's hair. On the other end, Zell was ramming his steaming dick hard into Mason's ass, hissing loudly in pleasure with every impact. Though any sound coming from Mason was readily muffled by the thick mass occupying his mouth and throat, he didn't seem to be in any distress...in fact, he was actively working them, pushing into them and aiding in the sexual conquest. And his own cock, furiously dripping, showed that he'd already had one release, and seemed to be working towards another.
Chris stood frozen in the doorway, unable to fully register what was happening. He knew it was happened, he'd heard about it more than he wanted to admit, but he hadn't actually seen Mason getting fucked yet. The sight of it had an impact mere thoughts and words couldn't have matched, boring into him like Gryff's drill horn. He couldn't look away...and couldn't stop the feelings within him. It wasn't fear, it wasn't disgust, it wasn't anger...it was unquestionably arousal.
He was getting into it. The sight of his son being double-teamed by the dominant beasts...it turned him on. More than just about anything he'd ever felt...save possibly for being in that position himself, and if you took away the physical part of that, he wasn't even sure about that. There was no question he was enjoying what he was seeing.
Maybe he was a horrible father for feeling that way, but he couldn't deny it. And if Gary asked, he knew he wouldn't be able to lie to him...he might not even be able to hide it. Which meant going in today...what was he going to be able to do if Gary was planning to make some kind of proposal? Could he say no and mean it? It wouldn't be fair to Mason not to be responsible...but it was hard to be responsible when he feared he wanted to see it happen just as much as Gary did.
He was so engrossed that he didn't notice the other person on the room until he heard their voice. “Really hot, isn't it?"
Chris did a double-take and looked down. There was a Flareon in the room, looking almost as enraptured as Chris had been with the scene. “I'd love to be where he is right now...bet I'll get my chance soon enough, but it's still hard to wait."
“...Morrie? Is that you? When...did you evolve?"
“Last night. I...met someone who helped out."
“Oh. Well, you look good...I did wonder what you'd want to evolve into. So you chose Flareon, huh?"
“Yeah...that's the one I've always wanted the most. I know Mason will like it, too." Morrie finally took his eyes off of the screwing trio and looked up at Chris. “I think you'll like how it feels, too...do you want to try me out?"
“Try...you mean, uh…"
“Yeah. I'm really feeling needy after watching them for so long...and I can smell that you are, too. Let's do it."
The evolution had made Morrie more forward, apparently, but he didn't sound as pushy as the others had been. Chris found himself inclined to accept the offer...his cock was still aching a bit from overuse, but he couldn't deny the horniness he was feeling. And the temptation became too much when he saw the Flareon bend over and lift his tail, presenting his rear to Chris...for once, he'd get to be the one in control.
He knelt down behind Morrie and pointed his cock at the offered hole. Even touching the tip against it, he could feel a fierce heat against his skin, hot almost to burning but not quite. It felt incredible...he'd definitely enjoy this. He pushed in, spreading the Pokémon's ass on his dick, easily pushing in to the base in just moments; Morrie was tight but flexible, not showing any discomfort at Chris's pace. Now the burning enveloped his whole dick, making it feel so much better, soothing the ache and priming his arousal even further. Soon he was working Morrie's hole at a fresh pace, leaning over him a bit and thrusting fairly vigorously. His exhaustion now had an upside: he wasn't going to blow as quickly and lose this pleasure too soon.
The sights and sounds of the threesome nearby didn't hurt either. Mason was moaning quite loudly around Rio's cock, bobbing up and down to take most of the Croconaw's length into his throat, a slight bulge visible in his neck as he pushed down near the base. Rio's hands were clutching Mason's hair, and he was grunting as he pumped slightly into his trainer's mouth. “Rrrgh...gah, you're...fuck…I'm gonna miss being able to do this when I evolve, yeah…"
Zell was pounding away at Mason's rear, steam pouring off of him as he thrust relentlessly into the boy. He too was growling a bit, though more quietly than Rio and in between heavy pants. “So...tight...you feel so good, Mason…" His claws were gripping the younger human's sides, tight enough that they were almost drawing blood, red marks under where the nails met the skin.
Mason was unable to speak at all, thanks to the large pole occupying his mouth, but his moans were clearly showing his enjoyment, as were the white streaks on the floor underneath him. And he was still hard, flopping around underneath from each impact from Zell's body colliding with his. It was a wild feeling, being taken from both ends like this - he'd had mouth and ass occupied last night but Smoke had been much less active than Rio was now, and the added intensity was combining with the limited air to make him quite dizzy. Which, it seemed, was only adding to the pleasure.
It wasn't long before the two Pokémon were at their limits. Rio blew first once again, letting out a loud cry as his cock pumped heavy gushes of semen straight down Mason's throat, throbbing and pulsing visibly as he forced Mason down all the way onto his shaft. The human swallowed hard around him, making sure everything went down properly, though it was so much...he soon started to feel like he was overflowing, struggling to take in the virile Pokémon's essence in its entirety. Finally he had to pull back, forcing Rio to ease up and let him draw a breath in, drawing his dick out until he was shooting into the human's mouth and giving him a good taste. Zell went off just as Rio was finishing up, hissing lustily as he forced his blazing seed into Mason's rear. A powerful heat rushed though him, though by this time Mason had gotten quite familiar with the sensations, and they felt nothing but fantastic in his rear. He squeezed down an Zell, trying to milk his cock of everything he had to give and draw more of that wonderful heat into his body.
It was a sight to behold, and both Morrie and Chris were quite eager to behold. Their eyes were fixed on the trio even as they kept their own rutting up, Chris getting ever faster as he watched his son get nailed and marked by the two...they'd been plenty rough with him the night before, but they seemed even less inhibited with Mason. He'd have thought it would be the opposite, that they'd go easier on him since he was their trainer...but maybe that was exactly why they were more at ease with him. They knew exactly what he liked, what he wanted...they didn't have any reservation. They weren't like him, not inhibited by anything...it was kind of exhilarating.
Morrie was shoving back into him more vigorously now, clenching down on his cock and heating it up even more than ever. The Flareon was mewling out in pleasure, panting hard in between the soft cries. “Yes...more...please…" It was such a pleasant sound, and making Chris feel ever more aroused. He couldn't keep going much longer, there was a crazy amount of pleasure rushing through him, keeping him going through his fatigue...
Finally he let out a heavy moan as he reached his limit, his cock releasing a few weak pulses of fluid into the hot ass. Morrie went off almost as quickly, squealing in pleasure as he spurted steaming liquid onto the floor. He stiffened and pushed back into Chris, grinding hard into the human and squirming around his dick, feeling like he was trying to almost pull it off as tightly as he was clamping down. The human clung to him tightly as the two of them rode out their climaxes, until finally Chris slumped back, pulling out of Morrie and flopping onto his back, panting hard.
“Ah...that was great…" Morrie sighed pleasantly, shuddering a bit as the last twinges of pleasure faded away. “Thanks, Chris...I really needed that."
“No problem…" Chris replied quietly. The ache in his cock was returning, he was definitely feeling the overuse again and he wasn't sure whether he could handle anything more for a good long while. If he had the choice, even… “It was nice to be on top for once."
“You can come to me anytime you want that. Although, I kind of expected you to, um, have more...well, cum."
Chris's face reddened a bit at the remark. “Ah, give me a break, I've been used like four times in the past two days, I need some recharge time."
“Oh...sorry, I didn't know that. Doesn't seem like anyone else does, so I didn't think…"
“It's fine...I'm surprised Mason doesn't, he's been as active as I have...maybe more. Guess it's just youthful vigor…" Even though he said it, Chris didn't buy it for a second. Youthful vigor wasn't anywhere near enough to keep him going for that long...but Mason didn't seem like he was losing much energy, he seemed more into it all the time than Chris could be.
“It's something, all right…" Morrie watched as Zell and Rio started going to town on Mason again, this time both of them sharing his ass, the two cocks pumping in and out of the boy's with little resistance. “Damn, I wish I was there…"
A half-hour of sex and clean-up later, the group was eating breakfast at the table. Mason looked rather worn out now, but not unhappy at all...still, Chris was a bit concerned about him, he'd been doing a lot of that kind of thing recently and he wasn't sure whether it was getting to be too much for him.
“I hope they weren't too hard on you, Mason. Are you feeling all right?"
“Yeah, I'm fine, Dad. It's not a big deal, I had a lot of fun...it was pretty awesome playing with them in their evolved forms. They're a lot bigger now."
“Yes, I figured as much...but I want to be sure you're all right, they seemed to be rather, erm, forceful. You know you can tell them no at any time, right? If you don't want to do anything, you can tell them, and if they don't listen-"
“Hey, we would NEVER not listen to him," Zell said immediately, sounding scandalized. “I'd hate myself forever if that happened, and I have no intention of doing that."
“Yeah, it's not fun unless everyone wants it," Rio agreed. “Just because we like to play a little rough doesn't mean that's changed."
“Yes, well, I'm his dad, I have to ask about these types of things. It's part of being a father, to worry about these things. Even if I believe you're being respectful, I still have to ask."
Mason shook his head, smiling gently and slightly blushing. “It's not a problem, Dad. They didn't do anything wrong, I was enjoying it."
“If you say so. I just want to make sure you're not feeling, uh, unduly pressured or anything. You know you can talk to me if they're doing something that you're not comfortable with. They should at least be asking before they do this sort of thing."
“Ah...y-yeah…" The boy blushed harder. “It's okay...I…"
Chris looked at him with a bit of confusion. “What is it?"
“It's...um, I know this might sound kinda strange, but...I...I kinda like it better when they don't ask. It's...more fun."
Ritter and Rio both snorted loudly, and continued chuckling even after they got control of themselves. Zell and Flagg were more subdued, but exchanged a subtle look between them; it was something they weren't quite intending to take that much advantage of, even if they knew their compatriots would. Smoke didn't outwardly react, and neither did Morrie, though the Flareon was blushing madly underneath his fur - he felt much the same way.
“Y-you...are you...sure about that?" Chris was a bit torn at that response, it was something he knew he shouldn't be approving of, should be discouraging...but it was also kind of arousing to hear it.
Red-faced, Mason nodded. “I know it sounds...um, wrong, I guess. It's...something you're supposed to agree to, yeah...but I kinda like when they do it like that. I mean...they're not forcing me, they know I'd say yes, so it's...it's not wrong in that way. But just the, uh, the idea that they're taking me when and how they want...it's kinda thrilling. That's why I'm okay with it."
“I...I see…" Chris swallowed. “W-well...if you're okay with it...just, I think, I want you to be careful how far you go with that...I don't want you ending up getting in over your head…"
“Oh, relax. The kid likes it, it's not gonna harm him," Ritter said with a snicker. “Coulda guessed based on last night, but still great to hear. Besides, you like the thought of it too, don't you?"
“Ritter!"
“Don't need to be embarrassed, I can tell you're trying to hide it but I doubt Mason cares. Heck, he probably feels the same way about you getting used like that...ain't that right, kiddo?"
It seemed impossible for Mason to get redder, but he did as he nodded again, a bit more slowly. “I...I think when I saw you...when Jagger was doing that thing to you, just as he wanted to...I think that was the most exciting thing to see or think about you...I don't think I really thought about it much at the time, but now, I kinda think back on it, and it makes me feel really horny…"
He didn't really know how to respond to this. His son had a much stronger deviant streak than he imagined...and, it was turning out, so did he. Otherwise, would he even be considering taking him to Gary's training center to introduce the prospect of being fucked on camera? Did he really like that idea so much? Did he really enjoy being used that way himself? It was getting harder and harder to say no.
“Erm...we...can talk about that later. I...I think we have a meeting to get to, and I'd like not to keep Gary waiting too long." Chris looked around at the the Pokémon. “Are you guys interested in coming along?"
“Well, I think we three canines have a bit of make-up to do with Morrie," Ritter said with a chuckle. “So we'll stick around here and have some fun with him. Next time, we'll get over there."
“I think I need a bit of a break, myself," said Zell. “I'll just hitch a ride in my ball if it's not too much trouble."
“Well, hell, if he's going I'm going, no way I'm letting him get a free shot," Rio jumped in.
“All right, then let's get ready to go. I'd like to get back here and actually have a bit of rest time today…you all kept me way too busy yesterday, and there's still work that has to be done."
“Sure, whatever you say…" Ritter's chuckle didn't give Chris a lot of confidence in that rest.
About half an hour later they pulled into the parking lot of Gary's training center, a rather impressively-sized building on the outskirts of the city. It was a rather gorgeous building, a huge dome-like structure with several more boxy structures on the sides, most of which had been added later on...Gary's operation was constantly growing, he'd been doing very well for himself in this business. It helped that he tended to promote his services to rich people who wanted stellar teams but didn't want to train them themselves, or didn't have the time. Aside from the large building, there was also a sizable grounds where many of the Pokémon left-there long-term liked to hang out. When Mason was younger, Chris would sometimes take him past the grounds and let him watch some of the Pokémon romping around; the boy could have watched them for days on end, it was a great way to keep him entertained.
As the exited the car, they could see and hear a lot of Pokémon in the distance on the grounds, some of them sparring in matches that looked rather impressive even from afar. Mason's eyes lingered on them as long as they could as they walked up to the building, only tearing away when they entered inside. Even the entryway was pretty busy, with various Pokémon working out on different machines alongside the obvious walkway to the desk. Chris remembered asking about that once, and Gary telling him that the best in-house advertisement was seeing the strength and conditioning of the clients first-hand. It gave people confidence that the job would be done right.
It was giving something else to Chris and Mason. The boy was outright ogling the Pokémon as they walked by, and Chris found it hard to not have his own gaze drawn, though he was more covert about it. A Blaziken delivering powerful kicks to a hanging bag, sending it swinging all over the place...a Throh sweating and straining as he worked his arms with free weights...a Machoke flexing and grinning at them as he heaved massive dumbbells with ease...a Rhyperior firing rocks at a force gauge, grunting loudly as the debris went flying all over...a Dragonite launching Hyper Beam after Hyper Beam, straining under the exhausting effort...they'd seen Pokémon like this before here, but now both father and son were seeing them quite differently. And the response was hard to miss in either of them, the tenting in the fronts of their shorts visible to anyone. Lucky for them, it seemed no one but Pokémon was around to see that...still, it didn't go unnoticed to Chris that they were getting a few grins their direction as they walked up to the desk.
“Chris, Mason, good to see you!" The desk clerk knew them well, and seemed to have been expecting them. No doubt Gary had given her the head's-up. “Gary's just in the back in his office, he's waiting for you two. He sounded pretty excited about something, so don't keep him waiting!"
“Yyyeah, sure," Chris replied with a bit of an eye roll. “I'll bet he was. Thanks."
The two of them headed back to the offices. Gary didn't have a large staff, preferring to keep just a small number of trainers on hand and letting the Pokémon do most of the work on their own time. It turned out that most of them were pretty good about sticking to an assigned regimen, so the trainers were mostly there to make sure they understood what to do and how to do it properly. As such, the offices were only a rather small wing in one of the side buildings, making them rather easy to get to. They still had to pass around another workout area, though, and much like the entryway, it was hard to keep their eyes off the sexy beasts straining and grunting and looking ready to take change of them at any moment.
By the time they reached the offices, Mason was somewhat flushed, and Chris was struggling to keep himself calm as well. He gave a sharp knock on the door, looking down at Mason cautiously. “Remember, we don't have to do anything you're not interested in or comfortable with. You can let me know at any time."
“Um, yeah, okay…" Mason replied quietly. That made Chris a bit uncertain, Mason wasn't really sure what was going to be proposed and he probably should have gone further with that, but he didn't have time to say anything more as the door opened and they were greeted by Gary.
“Good to see you. Been enjoying yourselves?" Gary grinned at them as his eyes darted downwards. “Certainly looks like you have been. Impressive, aren't they? I'm sure they wouldn't say no to a bit of action of a different sort."
“I said just to talk, Gary," Chris replied in a strained voice; it didn't put forth as convincing a tone as he wanted it to.
“Sure, sure, not gonna make you do anything...yet." He pulled away and let the two enter, walking around to his desk and motioning for the two to sit. “You want to talk business, I'm more than happy to. I think you'll find it's not as bad an idea as it might sound."
“Business?" Mason asked, looking between Chris and Gary curiously. “What kind of business?"
“I'd rather like to hear it myself," Chris said. “What kind of thing are you planning, Gary? And how does it involve us?"
“Well, that's nice and simple, Chris. I'm a friend looking to get his friends a good deal, and I think you'll find that what you get is plenty good. All it would entail is the occasional participation in a few videos."
“Videos?"
“Specifically, porn videos. It's not exactly a professional set-up, but turns out I don't need one, amateur stuff gets just as much play."
Chris had been fearing it was something like that, but was still caught off-guard by the intensity of his reaction. “You must be joking!"
“Now, now, hear me out! It's a pretty lucrative business, especially when it's male on male. I mean, you would not believe the market for this kind of stuff. It's amazing how many people are willing to pay for videos of gay humans being fucked by Pokémon, and pay pretty handsomely. And though I don't really have numbers on this, it seems like the ones where the Pokémon gets dominant and rough are the best sellers."
“Really?" Mason sounded more curious than frightened, which was not good news for what reluctance Chris was trying to put up.
“Mm-hmm. And younger humans in their prime are especially attractive. Some people will give boatloads for that, because there aren't a lot of options, and lots of professional studios are leery about it. But nothing illegal if you're of age, right?" He gave a wink to Mason. “That said, I think there's still a pretty hot market for 40-somethings as well, since they're usually older than you usually get in porn, at least with dudes."
“I...I don't know...this sounds like it's a bit over the top for us…" Chris said, with a heavy weight in his words trying to keep them from coming out.
“Oh, come now. You two are already getting action from your Pokémon, and you enjoy the hell out of it. Why not enjoy it while getting paid for it at the same time? Lots of people would kill to have a job like that. And there's plenty of variety to go around...while I'm sure your Pokémon are fantastic lays, there's a lot of Pokémon out there and each brand has a variety of styles. Lots of new experiences, lots of fun, and I'm talking a good chunk of change per video - hell, I'm even planning on giving you two 80% of the profits, split evenly of course. Not to mention a payout just far participating."
“That much?"
“Hey, I'm nicely off anyway. The training center's business is booming, you know how many rich people think they're too important to train their Pokémon but want to impress people with them? I'm considering expanding again, even, I've been setting aside a portion of profits for that and I'm already over my intended budget for what I was originally planning. This is gonna be more of a side thing, and it'll just be bonus for me...and I think you two will be able to make more use of it."
Chris still wasn't sure about it, but all the temptations were adding up to something tough to argue against. And what made it especially hard was that Mason looked completely into the idea; he could tell from the boy's lit-up eyes that he loved the prospect of making big money or being nailed by lots of Pokémon or both. Saying no would be disappointing for him...and maybe it would be for Chris, too. Again, he was having a hard time wrestling responsibility with desire, and after suppressing the latter for so long it was making a fierce comeback against the former.
“Dad? Can we do it?"
He swallowed. “Are you sure you want to do this, Mason? It's likely to be different from just a casual romp...you won't really know exactly what you're getting into until you do it, you might find that it's too much."
“I don't think it will be...it sounds all right, I mean, it can't be that different from what the others do with us, right? And Gary won't make us do anything he knows we won't like, right?"
“Quite right," Gary asserted. “That would be ludicrous, I certainly wouldn't put you through that. And of course, if you don't like the idea, you can refuse, full stop. In the end it's your call."
That would have been a lot better if Chris hadn't known that Mason wasn't a fan of saying no in situations like these. He might agree to something he'd regret...which might be a good thing on some level since that would teach him his boundaries, but he'd rather his son not have to learn the hard way. But Mason's desires, the thought of his finances, and resurgent lust the past couple days were more powerful...and even more than that, his own admission that, yes, he DID want to do it. The idea of it did sound appealing...he didn't know if it would really turn out that way, but he felt he would regret passing it up.
“I think...we can at least try once, and see how it goes. If that goes well, then we'll talk about something...more."
“Good, good! Very glad to hear it!" Gary's excitement felt just a touch over the top, but there wasn't anything to be done about it now. “I can have something arranged as early as tomorrow...of course, if you want some more time to prepare, that's fine, but I figured you might want to get your sense of it as early as possible, and I know you might have other business to attend to."
Or other bills to pay… Chris thought. Having the first part of the money on hand would be very useful, going towards giving them some breathing room. And Mason, eager as he seemed, would probably want to go as soon as possible. “Yeah, okay...I guess we can do that."
“Perfect! All right, I'll get this thing going, you don't have to do a thing other than show up. You won't regret this, I promise!"
I sure hope not. “Okay, thanks, Gary. I...guess we'll be heading out then…"
“What, so soon? You haven't been here barely any time at all...why not stick around and have some fun? If you're thinking there's nothing to do, well, I've got plenty of ideas. You could play around with some of my clients...perhaps give me a little camera time for my own amusement."
Chris gave Gary a frustrated look. “Gary...I thought we agreed we were just here to talk."
“Yes, yes, I know what you said and what I said. But you can't seriously tell me you weren't thinking about it when you came in? I saw how excited you both were...these powerful Pokémon get you going. And imagine how they feel...working out gets them all worked up, and they're mostly a bunch of rowdy doms who want to take out action on someone who won't fight against them. You'd be doing them a favor, and the recordings would be purely for my own pleasure, no obligations involved. I'd even pay you for them, if that helps."
“Yeah, Dad, let's do it," Mason urged, tugging a bit at Chris's arm. “It'll be fun, I know you think so."
He couldn't really deny it at that point. “Fine...I suppose we don't really have anything else pressing to do."
Gary grinned widely. “You never disappoint, Chris. Let's go and get you two set up with a few Pokémon. There's a couple who've been doing a really good job and deserve a little treat, and I think you'll find them quite suitable."
“I'm sure." Chris tried to sound put out, but his throbbing erection through his shorts betrayed his true feelings. “Does that mean we're going to get a preview of the room we'll be, um, recorded in as well?"
“Nah, no point in going to all the work. We'll just have you do it in the main gym."
“In...in front of everyone?"
“They're only Pokémon in there, and they won't mind the show. Besides, it'll be good advertisement for the shoot tomorrow."
It sounded like a daunting idea to Chris, but Mason wasn't showing any sign of hesitation as they followed Gary out of the office and back into the main gym area. It felt like something he should object to, but it was hard to come up with the words...after all, he was going to be seen naked by a bunch of the Pokémon from the gym anyway on their set tomorrow, it wasn't like he'd be able to be bashful then.
“Oh, hey, fresh meat!" Their heads turned to see Jagger walking over, grinning widely, with a bit of a leer at Chris. “What're we doing to them?"
“Loads of fun. You've got the list of guys who're ahead of schedule, right? Get the best performers rounded up, two with you and three others. You'll get the fresher stuff."
“Hah, I like it, boss. You got it!" Jagger bounded off, moving rather spryly for being a hulking beast.
Gary chuckled at the eagerness of his Nidoking. “Never a better way to get him interested in anything…"
“You must've had your hands full with him," Mason remarked, with a tone that made it hard for Chris to tell if it was just innocent or if he was insinuating something. It might've been his distraction, something was weird here, but he couldn't quite place it...
“Like you wouldn't believe. Took a while for me to get him to be self-motivated...you wouldn't believe how often I had to bribe him with sex. And usually it was me that had to give it to him...got to know that cock very well until he started seeing me as his equal. Apparently that tends to be a Nidoking thing, though...happens a lot more in the wild, especially with trainers who just evolve them without thinking about it. On the plus side, there aren't many better lays out there."
“I see…" There was a breathlessness in Mason's voice that clearly betrayed his interest in finding out for himself. “Maybe he could give me some, um, lessons...I don't really know too much about what I'm doing, I'm mostly just going by what I think might make sense…"
“Ha, I'm sure he'd bet quite happy to do that, sex is definitely his favorite subject! Though he's actually pretty good conversation overall, kinda caught me off guard with that. Pretty good surprise, though."
Finally it clicked with Chris. That was what was odd about this...he was talking with Jagger. “Wait a second...you understood him?"
Gary grinned at Chris. “Sure. I've got a translator too. You can bet I wanted to get in on that, it's a huge boost to my profession. There's no comparing to verbal feedback for getting a better idea of how a Pokémon is doing in their training, or what we can do to help out if they're struggling."
“But...how? You have to have an in, we were only able to get them through a friend."
“Easy - I helped fund the project. Investors were the first to get them distributed...I've been using mine for about three weeks now, and already I've noticed a big change. And you have no idea what kind of chatterboxes Pokémon will be if they know you can listen to them, they've got all sorts of stories to share."?
“Huh...well, that makes sense, I guess...didn't realize you were backing it, though."
“Well, I was thinking about surprising you two with one when I had the chance, but you beat me to it. Still, I think I found something better…" Gary didn't continue that train of thought as Jagger entered back into the area, with a couple of Pokémon trailing behind who stayed over at the far end. “Ah, good, looks like things are ready. Jagger will get you set up, Mason, so you can follow him."
“Okay!" Chris watched in shock as Mason shucked off his clothes and tossed them on the ground, following the Nidoking with an astute eagerness. There wasn't a hint of shame in him...and not a hint of fatigue either, he seemed as ready to go as ever even after getting nailed twice that morning. He might have been a bit jealous of that...his own cock was still sore, and was liable to be even more so after another couple of climaxes were forced out of him.
“He's gonna make a lot of lucky guys happy," Gary said with a devilish snicker, and Chris found himself reddening. “But enough watching him...you've got your own Pokémon to take care of." He pointed behind Chris, who turned around and got a shock. Three big Pokémon...an Emboar, a Flygon, and an Ursaring, all with cocks standing out and proud as they looked at him hungrily. It seemed like the only thing preventing them from jumping him was permission...and that wouldn't be long in coming.
“When...when did they get here?"
“While you were distracted. Jagger told them where to go, I wanted to catch you by surprise. You're a lot more fun when you're off-balance." Gary looked up at the three Pokémon. “Since you guys have been doing such a good job lately, I thought I'd let you have a treat. This guy's gonna show you a good time...so try to work him over thoroughly, got it?"
The Emboar grunted in amusement. “Oh...we promise."
“Better get those clothes off in a hurry, human, or we'll do the honors," the Ursaring said threateningly. Chris didn't need to be told twice - he knew they'd tear them right off and leave him with nothing to wear if they had the chance, and he disrobed as fast as he could, tossing them away from the trio in hopes of preserving them.
“Hah, look, he's nice and hard already...bet the bitch was just waiting for this," the Flygon laughed. “We can be nice and rough with him, right, Gary?"
“Absolutely...don't worry, he's not going to complain."
Chris flushed a bit. He knew it was true, he wasn't going to argue with these strong Pokémon, but did it have to be made so explicit? Then again...it seemed like he was being given to them as a reward for their work, which meant it was already expected that he'd do as they wanted...saying it out loud was just confirmation of that. So he stepped forward, surrendering himself to the three.
The Emboar looked down at him...he was bigger than Chris expected, the training must have been really doing him some good All three of them were, actually, taller and more muscular than typical, but the Emboar was the biggest difference from normal. “Heh, since we're nice guys, we'll give you a choice...which one of us do you want to suck off first?"
Chris hesitated, glancing between them; he wasn't sure if it was a real question or a trick. If it was real, though, they weren't going to wait long for his answer...he looked between the three Poké cocks, sizing them up. Ursaring's was the smallest, though still bigger than Smoke's...but he figured he might as well start with the easiest to handle. “I'll...suck Ursaring first."
All three of them grinned at him, and he wasn't sure if he'd made the right choice. But Ursaring didn't let him back out. “Well, then, get to it, bitch, and get your hands on the other two."
Chris nodded, shuddering a bit as he got down on his knees in front of Ursaring. The bear's musky scent was considerably stronger than he expected, flooding his nose as he got close in to his crotch. It wasn't the most pleasant thing to smell, but it was making his heartbeat accelerate anyway, and he knew he was going to have to endure it anyway. Opening his mouth, he sucked the tip of Ursaring's cock into his mouth, feeling it stretch his lips a bit beyond what he was used to, while raising his hands up to the other two dicks he was supposed to pleasure.
One thing was for sure: his hands were not sufficient to really do a proper job on either of them. Two hands probably wouldn't have been for a single one, but splitting them between the two meant even less effect. Each of those shafts was quite large, he couldn't encircle much more than the tip even with his best effort. Emboar's was quite hot to the touch, almost burning, and had an odd spiraling shape...he found that getting his fingertips into the crevices was effective, getting a pleased rumble out of the boar, but Chris knew he'd want more soon enough. And Flygon's was somewhat sandpapery, rough and abrasive, he couldn't really rub very hard without his palm getting sore. The two were not going to be patient long...he'd have to work Ursaring over fast.
Trouble was, the bear wasn't going fast. He was starting to bob, getting that thick piece of meat deeper into him, the tip starting to push into his throat, but aside from a few quiet growls, Ursaring wasn't really responding. A clawed hand on the back of his head was all the encouragement he was really getting, and even then, it wasn't pushing much. He was starting to wonder if he was doing something wrong, and redoubled his efforts, working his tongue over the tip to try to pleasure the Ursaring more.
Then, suddenly, the paw on his head forced him down hard, driving the tip deep into his throat. Chris's eyes bugged out, and he fell forward, hands releasing the two cocks to hold himself steady again. Deeper and deeper Ursaring went, until Chris's nose was pressed into the fur near his sheath, almost choking on the thick musk with what little breath he could take in. Instinctively he tried to pull back, but that paw kept him firmly there, and a deep growl stopped him cold. “Don't move."
Movement was happening around him...he knew it was Emboar and Flygon, but he wasn't sure what they were doing at first. Then he was lifted up, his body raised in the air as Flygon shuffled underneath him, his sandy hide scratching a bit at Chris's skin, especially his cock. He could feel the dragon's dick pressing up against his hole, ready to thrust in ruthlessly...but that meant that Emboar would be left out, unless he was supposed to use his hands again…
And then he felt it, the hot poker pressing up against his hole, nudging up next to Flygon's. Again he started struggling, feeling a bit of panic - this was going to be way too much, there was no way he could handle it! But both Flygon and Emboar had their hands on him, forcing him still...whether he could or not, there was no question he'd be made to try. Now he knew why they'd found his choice funny...he'd made it so the two larger Pokémon would share him back there, maximizing the strain on his rear.
They didn't really give him a chance to get ready. The two of them drove in hard, splitting his hole open mercilessly and stretching him far wider than he ever had been before. It hurt at first, but the pain rapidly diminished after the initial entry...he just felt so full, like his body was straining to keep in the two massive members. The mix of the heat and friction was an unusual one, one he couldn't quite keep up with. His own hands clutched at Flygon's shoulders as he tried to breathe in and out, still struggling with the lack of easy access to air. His head was starting to spin, he didn't know if it was from lack of air or the intense Ursaring musk clouding his mind…
The three Pokémon all started moving at the same time, and suddenly Chris found himself in an all out assault on both holes. Flygon and Emboar took him at different speeds, occasionally driving in at the same time but more often one was pushing while the other was pulling, creating a cacophony of sensation that drove his mind into pleasure and sensory overload in short order. His vision swam, his thoughts become fuzzy as he began to moan continuously, rock-hard dick rubbing against Flygon's rough hide to only make it worse. Ursaring was going rough on his throat as well, ramming in with little care for his ability to breathe...now he was sounding like he was getting something out of it, he was growling a lot more fervently and pleasantly. He was also hearing Emboar's grunts and Flygon's higher cries...everything was coming together in a confusing mix, all the sounds and scents and feelings that he could handle, coming to him faster than he could handle.
He'd ceased any nervousness or misgivings by this point, completely and fully into the experience. With his inhibitions gone, the strong hands gripping him were fantastic, the force of the bodies smacking him diving. It was a brutal, overpowering attack, and he couldn't have asked for anything else. It was all too quickly that he hit his orgasm, not that there was any clear sign of it in the mass of bodies, he was still dry and the sharp ache in his cock rose up greatly and stayed there throughout his climax, his body shaking and shuddering but unable to do much more as it was physically dominated.
The Pokémon didn't even seem to notice. They kept up slamming into him from all sides, making his body become sore from all the impacts and distortions. Slowly they were starting to reach their limits, and they struck harder and faster as the end approached, working themselves into a frenzy on their human bitch. The intense pounding wore him down more and more, exhausting him to the point of losing all control of his own movement, hanging limply in the grasp of the three. He was their toy, their plaything, and in no shape or hurry to change that.
Flygon and Emboar came at almost the same time. Flygon was ahead by a thrust or two, mewling out as his gritty cum suddenly rushed into Chris's abused ass, scratching slightly within him and raising the friction for Emboar. The porcine Pokémon was brought over by those sensations, grunting hard as his own hot seed splashed into the human and onto Flygon's shaft. By now Chris was familiar with the burn, but that didn't stop it from being quite intense, yet another overpowering sensation on top of everything else. While the two clutched his body and held him still as they filled him up, Ursaring hit his own peak, roaring out forcefully as he fired off his load into Chris's mouth and throat, forcing the musky taste onto his tongue and making him swallow over and over. He did so without the slightest hint of resistance, letting a fair bit of it soak in his mouth as he drew in more down his gullet. It wasn't the most pleasant taste in the world but he felt almost as if he couldn't want anything else more.
Finally, he felt Emboar pull out of him, letting a gush of seed run out his loose ass. Flygon also pulled out after a few more seconds, though he remained in place underneath Chris until Ursaring was finished. When the bear finally gave his throat relief, the dragon rolled and let Chris slump onto the ground. He was a total mess, cum leaking from his mouth and rear, heaving hard, completely worn out and unable to move under his own power. Still, he felt nice and relaxed, tranquil even.
“Heh heh...nothing like the look of a well-used bitch," Emboar grunted in amusement. “Bet he's never had three Pokémon work him like that before."
“You'd better not be out of gas, though, we're just getting starting with you," Ursaring growled. “If you're our reward, we're not gonna let you go that easily."
In a daze, Chris nodded. He was more than out of gas, but he suspected that as long as he was still conscious, he was going to be used by the trio. Nothing he could do about it...and nothing he wanted to do.
At the other end of the room, Mason was also finding himself facing a team of Pokémon. Jagger escorted him towards a Sceptile and a Machoke, both looking quite energetic and eager for a romp. Mason could tell right away they were well-trained, the Sceptile was lean but his muscle tone was outstanding for one of his kind, and the Machoke had a bit more bulk and height than the usual.
“I think you'll have a lot of fun with them," Jagger said as they reached the pair. “But if you don't mind, I'd like to have a crack at you first, just you and me. I've already cleared it with those two, so they're not gonna get impatient, so long as I don't draw it out."
Mason nodded. “Yeah...you go right ahead, I'm totally up for that. Just make sure to leave me with enough energy to give them a good time!" He got down on all fours, presenting his rear to Jagger without hesitation. The big Nidoking's grin was impossibly wide as he bent down behind Mason, relishing the boy's lusty scent; it had a vigor to it that he'd rarely encountered in humans.
“I can smell how much you want it, it's so strong I can barely hold back. You're an eager little bitch, aren't you? Bet you've been dreaming about me...want me to fuck you like I fucked your dad?"
Mason shuddered...his breathing deepened, taking in more of the Nidoking's own odor which was already clouding his thoughts. “N-no...I want you...to fuck me harder. Pin me down and...and force it into me like…like you were punishing me."
“Oh...I can do that, you better believe it…" And he followed through, dropping his weight on Mason and forcing him closer to the ground, then drilling the full length of his barbed cock into the boy at top speed. Mason threw his head back and cried out in ecstasy, by now he'd figured out how to take cocks this size but those barbs still made it feel so different, so good...and being handled so roughly by the Nidoking, it felt so much more natural.
The Sceptile and Machoke watched with eager grins as Jagger rapidly plowed Mason. They may not have been getting in on the action yet but they were getting a good impression of just how willing their human prize would be, and they were liking what they were seeing. The Sceptile's hand slipped into the Machoke's tights, pulling them down and feeling him up and getting him ready for their turn; a moment later the Machoke's hand found the Sceptile's groin and started to return the favor.
“S-so...good…" Mason managed to gasp out, breathless as pleasure raged through his body. Jagger felt amazingly good inside him, noticeably different from the others he'd taken but a match for the pleasure any of them had given him to that point. The barbs were a large part of it, scraping against him in ways that nothing else had in his experience...but there was also something else, perhaps the fluids making him feel more sensitive, more tingly inside wherever the flesh touched him. Maybe there was something mildly intoxicating about it, he'd heard that some drugs could be made out of various parts of Poison-types...though, if that were the case, he wasn't about to protest, not if it felt this good.
For Jagger's part, Mason felt just as good, if not slightly better around his cock than Chris or Gary did, or any of the other adult human's he'd had encounters with in his life. The Nidoking tended to like humans better than other Pokémon even, though he was far from picky, but Mason was the youngest, and consequently the tightest of them all, and a tight fit was the best fit in his opinion. The fact that Mason was totally into it and willing to take him at his hardest was the best part, other humans tended to be more leery about that...and he'd be taking some of his milder poisons into him, which would only make him more willing and eager. If he wanted to push his luck, he'd've dosed Mason up with something stronger, but there was something thrilling about his willingness already, he didn't want to mess with that.
Aware that he was standing in the way of a deserved reward for the other two Pokémon, Jagger knew he needed to make this one a quick romp, and didn't hold back as he felt his orgasm bubbling up within him. Driving in hard and fast, he was only hoping to get Mason to his limit before he went over...and he was rewarded moments before his climax as he felt the human clench down around him, crying out euphorically as he spurted onto the floor, his fingers scrabbling at the surface as pleasure jolted through him. It only got better as Jagger let loose, flooding his insides with thick, virile male fluids, fluids which made his body feel tingly and buzzy, and so much more sensitive...everything felt fantastic, now he knew what his dad had felt and how much he'd enjoyed it, even while seeming to pretend he didn't.
Jagger kept himself inside Mason a bit longer than intended, letting as many drips of his fluids get milked out before finally dragging himself out of the boy's tight hole. “Hah, yeah...that's just what I needed...that was a treat, thanks, Mason."
“Any time...literally…" Mason replied, panting but still feeling wildly horny. Fortunately, there were two other Pokémon just waiting in line to have at him, and he was more than eager to let that happen.
As they started to get into position, though, they caught sight of the furor on the other side of the gym, the three Pokémon going at Chris all at once. Jagger let out a laugh, it was a lot of fun seeing the somewhat uptight older human get rocked like that. “Looks like your dad's getting that three-on-one special...bet he's have a blast."
Mason was in awe...and inspired. “Wow...that looks awesome. Can we do that?"
Jagger was starting to really like this kid. “Oh, you bet...c'mere, you two, you heard him. You're gonna start by sharing, so you'd better be able to get along."
“Oh, that sounds like no problem to me…" Machoke snickered. “I'll take the bottom, we'd probably crush the lizard if he did."
“I'd bite you for that if you weren't dead on." Sceptile stood back a moment as Machoke laid down, gripping the human's sides as he let his thick cock poke around the boy's rear. Already he could smell a viciously powerful musky scent, without getting those pieces near his face, and he felt some fluid smear around his ass, likely getting that scent all over him. Then the lizard approached, standing straight up behind him and letting his slightly thinner but slightly longer shaft nestle up next to Machoke's against his rear. Finally Jagger stepped up to his head, pointing his thick barbed cock against his mouth, adding to the scents flooding his nose, scents he found extremely arousing.
The three pushed in at the same time, spearing Mason's ass and mouth on their ample endowments. Mason's fingers clutched at the thick muscles of Machoke's arms as his rear was fed two cocks at once, the feel of it immediately distinct from a single shaft...and the touch of each of them was electrifying in his sensitized passage, making him desperate to feel more. Jagger was gentler with his mouth, being much bigger than Rio, the most he'd ever taken before, but Mason found himself willing to let him do as much as he wanted. Those barbs were now scraping against his mouth, tongue, and eventually his throat as he was made to take more and more of the Nidoking's dick, going down almost three-quarters of the way before Jagger felt he was at his limit.
Then came the real action, as all three started moving at the same time, but at wildly different rates. Sceptile was speedy, moving in and out of him in what felt like a frenzy, yet remarkably controlled and even for the lizard, while Machoke was much slower, drawing out and slamming in once for every two or three thrusts from Sceptile, yet with dramatically more power behind each movement. Thus Mason got the best of both worlds, the rapid sawing on one hand and the sheer impact from the other, both of which were driving him wild. Jagger was somewhere in between the two, keeping his mouth occupied with more than he could handle...and yet, he wished that Jagger would force him to take it to the root, regardless of how much of a strain it put on him. He tried using his tongue to encourage Jagger into letting loose more, though the Nidoking seemed to be in total control.
Not that it mattered too much; the triple attention was overwhelming to him as it was to Chris, but in a different way. An overload, yes, but he was processing it much more vividly, much more readily, keeping up with it better even as he got lost in it. His body was utterly receptive, taking in what was being offered and churning it into raw, unfettered pleasure. It was a storm, and one he was riding happily, losing himself to the discordant rhythms they were producing, nothing to think about or focus on except the three cocks pleasuring him endlessly.
That was, until Jagger leaned over him, snickering quietly. “Your mouth feels heavenly...can't believe you're taking me so deeply. You know, there's a place here for horny humans like you. My master's talked about providing services...here at the center as well as outside. You could earn money here, all you would have to do is let Pokémon fuck you, suck them off...some of the smaller ones might even ride you every now and then. Gryff and I would be your masters while you were here, you know we'd treat you well and make sure no one did anything bad to you."
Mason let out a muffled moan, and his body shuddered and tightened a bit, giving Sceptile and Machoke some extra pleasure. Jagger's teasing was getting to him quite well...he imagined what it would be like, doing things like this all the time at the gym, for such wonderfully powerful, dominant creatures. The idea fed his loins even more, making his cock jerk and throb harder.
“Just think of it...dozens of males working their hardest to become big and powerful, looking for a good way to unwind...they'd see you, they'd smell you, and they wouldn't even be able to stop themselves. I wonder if they'd have any restraint at all, or if they'd just fuck you like animals, bang you until you couldn't stand up. They might be lining up for a go at you." Jagger rumbled sensually as he rubbed his claw through the human's hair; he didn't need to push Mason into sucking him, the boy was doing all the work himself. “And there's more...my master would offer your services as a bitch for rent. He'd take you to special clients to service their Pokémon at their places...a little more work, but they'd pay VERY nicely for something like that. You might find yourself under all sorts of Pokémon in all sorts of settings, and you'd have to call them master rather than the other way around...then again, I don't think you'd have too much problem with that, would you?"
Fantasies were pouring through Mason's mind, all sorts of scenarios that he could find himself in...roped into service, unable to refuse, giving himself to handsome beasts with giant dicks that would make him feel like the lowest slave. They were incredibly enticing...he found himself wanting to jump in right away, agree to everything Jagger was saying, but his mouth was too occupied to respond.
Still, Jagger seemed to sense his eagerness, and let out his low, growling laugh. “Now now...there's no need to rush. You should think about it, make sure you'd really want that...after all, if you got started, it would be hard to back out, and my master wouldn't want you doing anything you don't want to do. Neither would I, for that matter...a willing bitch is always more fun than an unwilling one. But the offer is there."
He said nothing more, but Mason didn't need more to be said to have his mind go wild places...now that it had been triggered, it was running wild through his lust-addled brain, adding fuel to the fire. Before he could stop himself, he was shooting off again, unloading his seed onto Machoke's chest and stomach, twisting and writhing in the grip of the Pokémon and tensing down on them hard. He heard a grunt from all three of them, followed by giddy moans as they ramped up their paces, a sign that they were on their way to the end themselves.
“Shit, he's so good...so eager, makes it feel ten times better than anything else," Sceptile hissed.
“Wonder if you'd...ngh, say the same thing if you had YOUR face right up near a Nidoking's asshole," Machoke growled.
“Oh, don't act like my scent doesn't give you a rush," Jagger chided teasingly. “Though you'll want to watch out, you're gonna get a taste of me soon if Mason can't keep it all in…"
Mason knew what that meant, and suddenly he started working his mouth and ass to give the three Pokémon all the pleasure he could. It worked like a charm, they went from quiet sounds to loud grunts and moans in moments, their rhythms getting much more unsteady. From there it was only seconds more to the end, and then Mason was caught in a storm of sexual ecstasy. Jagger was the first to go, driving his cock into Mason's mouth hard and unleashing a deluge into his throat, before pulling back and depositing the rest into his mouth, the taste much nicer than he expected, richly male yet with a hint of something to offset the musky flavor. Mason had to rush to keep up with it, but there was no way he could handle all that the Nidoking had to give, and rivulets of cum poured out of the sides of his mouth, dripping down onto Machoke's head and neck.
The two Pokémon in his ass went off soon after, their loads joining Jagger's deep inside the human's body. Their fluids were thick, thicker even than Jagger's, and clung to his insides as they were forced inside, preventing them from dribbling back out and making him feel even fuller than usual after a nice seeding. He kept clenching down and rocking back and forth, trying to get them to fill him as much as they possibly could...nothing was too much, not when it felt this good.
Finally, though, the three of them came to rest, and pulled themselves out of Mason's body. He moaned contentedly as he rubbed his gut, feeling the mass of the three loads inside, kept mostly in place by their consistency, as well as his stomach which had been given its own sustenance. He was panting hard, but didn't feel as tired as he thought he would...it was like the sexual energy was feeding him a little.
“You like how I taste?" Jagger taunted Machoke, who was rubbing some of the Nidoking's cum off his face. “I could give you a full serving if you'd like."
“I'll pass," came the Machoke's reply as he rolled Mason off of him and onto the floor. “Get the gecko to suck you off if you're still that needy."
“Your loss," Sceptile tittered. “It's not that bad once you get used to it. Ain't that right, Mason?"
Mason nodded, flushing a bit. “Y-yeah...it's pretty good...but I don't know how it rates to others. I think I need to get some other tastes. You wanna switch places?"
That got a wide grin out of the Sceptile. “Jagger, I don't know where you found him, but you need to try to keep him."
The three descended on Mason once again, while Chris was undergoing his own second round with Emboar feeding him while Flygon and Ursaring doubled up on his ass. All the activity seemed to be rousing Mason's Pokémon from their stasis. There was a bit of shaking from his clothes as the balls shuddered, and then burst open, revealing Rio and Zell.
Zell's eyes were instantly on the sexy scene with Mason, Jagger, Sceptile, and Machoke, a silly grin forming on his face as he watched his trainer get triple-teamed. “Fuck, that's hot...wouldn't mind getting some of that myself. Mason really knows how to make getting fucked look hot as hell…" He trailed off as he noticed that Rio wasn't really paying that much attention to the gangbangs, to his surprise. “Eh? Hey, what's up with you?"
The Croconaw shook his head. “Yeah, that's cool, but...damn...this is a nice place, Zell. Mason said it was pretty neat but this is the first time we've seen it...we could really get some good training in here."
“...You're thinking about training when our trainer and his dad are both getting triple-dicked in front of us? Are you all right?"
Rio folded his arms. “Look, I'd love to get in on some of that action, but I'll have plenty of chances. And besides, I want to do it as a Feraligatr. I wanna show him what he can really get from me...being like this, Mason's not getting my full potential in power or sex. We could spend a few hours here, get ourselves built up enough to evolve...we could really show him our stuff, you know? Imagine being so big and strong, having him in my arms, ready to be used…"
Zell shuffled around a bit uncertainly. “Already? I mean, come on, we just evolved last night...forget that it's so fast, don't you want to, I dunno, enjoy this body for a bit before moving on?"
“Nah, I've been wanting to be a Feraligatr for a long time now, before we started getting in on with Mason and his dad, I just didn't know the best way to do that...and what does it matter to you? Don't you want to…" Rio trailed off briefly, and then broke into a devious grin. “Ooooohhhhh…I get it now. You don't WANT to evolve!"
“I do! Just...I'm not in any rush, you know?"
“Right, right. Because you want to get fucked by big, strong Pokémon just like he does. Don't worry, I won't make fun of you for being a slutty little cockwhore like Morrie is. Just means it'll be more fun for the rest of us, I know I'll enjoy squeezing my fat gator cock deep inside you and pumping you full until you're swelled up like a water balloon. Flagg'll have enough fire-type cock for Mason, I'm sure."
“Shut your trap," Zell growled back. “Just because you're too insecure to take a dick doesn't mean the rest of us are the same way. You're missing out on a whole angle of pleasure. I could put in just as much work and evolve like you, if that's what you want to see."
“I don't care if that's the case, I just wanna be the giver, not the taker. But if you want to be, I'm more than happy to give it to you. I know you're not so tough, I think I can show you where you really wanna be." He leered towards Zell, a cocky sneer on his face. “I'll bet you first crack at Mason's ass when we're done that I can get you out of here still in that puny body."
Zell's eyes glittered at the challenge. Rio might have been the powerhouse of the team and the one who took charge among the three of them, but hell if he was going to let himself be pushed around that easily. “Fine. In fact, I'll go one further, you get me outta here still as a Charmeleon and I'll swallow a fucking Everstone and make it permanent. Only out is if Mason outright forbids it, but if he does I'll wear it and be your slave for a month."
“Hah, you really think you can win, don't you? Or maybe you don't and you just want me to use you like that. Doesn't matter either way, you'll be more than happy to give in to me once I'm done with you."
“We'll see about that! Come on, let's go, they're too busy to ask so let's just get started!"
“Works for me...faster we start, the faster I can get you under me!" The two trotted off to the machines, shooting challenging looks at each other the whole way. They were about the only two more interested in a workout than watching the scenes unfold, but at the moment, their rivalry was more than enough to overcome those urges. They'd have plenty of time to see the two humans getting nailed by Pokémon, after all...
Just over an hour passed before the romps were finished. Once Chris and Mason had been fully worked over and had left, Gary returned his office, sorting out some business and letting his new videos process on his computer. He could hardly wait to review them when he got home...this was so much more fun than he'd had in a good long while, getting his friend and his friend's son all wrapped up in this was looking like a better idea every moment. Of course, he'd make sure it was good for them, too...that would keep them coming back.
The door opened, and he heard heavy footsteps trudge in. “Hey, Jagger. So, how'd it go? Did you bring it up to him?"
Jagger nodded, smirking. “Planted the idea in his head. I didn't let him actually respond, but the way his body moved, and the way his scent changed, I could tell he liked the idea. Heh, I think he'd be a whore for Pokémon just for the fun of it, but he'd jump at the chance to get paid far it."
“Thought he would. He takes after his old man, maybe even outdoes him. If I can get him doing it all it'll be big, some of these guys practically beg for young teens for the work. You think he can handle it?"
“Better than you know. Get this, I smelled at least half a dozen Pokémon's scents on him when I was close to him. He must've only been fucked an hour or so before he came in, and he still blew like a geyser. Could smell him stronger than most, too...no question about it, he's sensitive to Pokémon hormones. Just a little bit of something and he'll be a perfect omega."
Gary smiled at that news. “Excellent...guess he won't need that much convincing to be part of our crew. He's gonna be a great addition to our crew...gonna be nice having someone our clients really want. It's too bad Chris probably won't let us keep him here full-time, imagine what that would mean."
“Mrrr...you're getting at my fantasies. Might be able to happen for a while, though, if he's sensitive enough we could hit the pause button...always wanted to lock down a nice, tender bitch early in his development, leave him looking like he's just budding for a good long time. He's certainly got the scent of a prime bitch, and the stamina to match. Kid'll keep up with all of us."
“I think his dad would have some objections to that. But perhaps we can make those objections go away with the right application...I'll attend to that, you just make sure you work Mason into agreement."
Jagger chuckled deeply. “Oh, you can bet...I'll talk to him tomorrow, and I don't think there'll be any doubt."