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“Breathe in…” Snnnnnnnnf. “Breathe out.” Hhhhhhfffff. “Breathe in…” Snnnnnnnnf. “Breathe out.” Hhhhhhfffff. “Breathe in…” Snnnnnnnnf. “Breathe o–” Kaff kaff kaff! Daddy Joseph looked down at the boy tucked into his armpit, the Lucario tilting his head as Taylor coughed. By now, the daily rituals Taylor went through at the hands of his Daddies should have made him an absolute champ at taking musk, 100% of the time. And yet here he was, coughing just from a few lungfuls of stink. “Are you alright, boy?” “Nnnh…yeah.” Taylor coughed again, then corrected himself. “I mean, yes, Daddy Joseph.” The Lucario thoughtfully rubbed his hand up and down the human’s back, smiling. “Bit rich for your blood, hm?” “I guess so.” Taylor gave a slightly woozy smile. “Your pits aren’t exactly for beginners, you know?” A deep, rolling chuckle. “I certainly wouldn’t call you a beginner.” Daddy Joseph gave Taylor one of those affectionate, slightly condescending ruffles of his hair, the kind that Taylor wished he didn’t like as much as he did. “Well, you have plenty of enthusiasm, boy, there’s no denying it. But…” He adjusted Taylor, his big hands coming down to the human’s hips and handling him easily as he settled him on his lap. “You should be having an easier time of it by now. Daddy Alistair told me you only lasted a minute under his ass before tapping out the other day.” Taylor blushed, embarrassed to have fallen short. “In my defense, he had just come back from the gym. You know how ripe he gets.” Daddy Joseph cupped Taylor’s chin. “I think you know that’s not an excuse, little boy.” His tone was quiet but firm; perhaps a little too firm, the Lucario thought, as Taylor’s frown deepened. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” the boy mumbled, looking more than a little ashamed of himself. “Now, now. You’re not in trouble, boy.” Daddy Joseph’s hand traveled to the back of Taylor’s head, strong fingers giving deep, relaxing scratches to settle him down. “It just means we’ll have to find a way to help you out, that’s all.” He guided Taylor’s head down to his bare chest, letting the human rest his head between the Lucario’s plump, hairy blue moobs. Taylor sighed, visibly relaxing; it was always a pleasure to see the boy settle in so nicely, rubbing his cheek against the soft blue fur and bristly chest hairs. “Perhaps a change of scenery would do you some good. What do you think, boy?” “Mmm? What do you mean, Daddy Joseph?” Taylor didn’t look up when he spoke, though - just kept his face buried and muffled by his Daddy’s tits. A small smile. “Well, it would be a shame to keep you cooped up inside when the weather’s getting so nice, don’t you agree?” “Mmm…mhm…?” Taylor nodded, but didn’t seem sure where Daddy Joseph was going with this. “How about a day in the park with your two Daddies? I think it’s the perfect place for you to practice.” “The…” Taylor swallowed the mouthful of sweat that had accumulated while worshiping Daddy Joseph’s chest. “The park? You mean in public?” The Lucario answered with a condescending, paternal chuckle. “Well, unless there are any private parks I don’t know about.” Taylor had already put up with a great deal from his Daddies. He had shown submission, fealty, filial piety. He had choked on armpit, suckled on tits, ate ass like a starving man, got his throat reamed, and got his ass spread wide open. But at least it was all behind closed doors. Even being taken to Daddy Joseph’s office didn’t feel as daunting - that, after all, was in friendly territory, so to speak. But a park? People could see him! “I…umm…but…” Daddy Joseph gave a small frown, and his eyes narrowed. “What is it, Taylor?” “But…wouldn’t people see us?” “Is that a problem?” The big Lucario looked almost disappointed. “I didn’t think you’d be embarrassed to be seen with me, you know.” Taylor’s eyes shot open, and he quickly moved to reassure his Daddy. “No no no that’s not what I meant!” He planted his face back between his tits, giving affirmative nods to soothe Daddy Joseph. “I’ll do it, of course I will!” Another chuckle. “That’s what I like to hear.” — To just about anyone, it would appear to be a perfectly normal day at the park. Orderly sheets of grass rolled out on either side of a paved path, which was flanked by colorful flowers and curled shrubbery. Along the path, there was the usual assortment of humanity: joggers, dog walkers, harried nannies, double strollers, retirees talking about birdwatching, families with backpacks, ice cream stands which were slightly overpriced, a guy trying to buy coke in the wrong place, a guy trying to buy weed in the right place, and someone carrying an entire loaf of bread to feed to the ducks that swam in the nearby pond. And then there was Taylor, walking three paces behind Daddy Joseph and Daddy Alistair, trying to keep his heart from pounding out of his chest. His Daddies seemed to be in good spirits, at least. Daddy Joseph was politely telling the person carrying the loaf of bread that frozen peas or sliced grapes would be healthier for the ducks, and Daddy Alistair tapped the large red water bottle poking out of his bag to make sure it was still cool. He didn’t know what, precisely, they were going to do with him in such an open and vulnerable setting as this. But he knew he’d have to deal with whatever came, no matter how nervous he got. For as much thought as he gave to his Daddies’ sweat, Taylor himself was starting to drip through his clothes. It was a pleasant spring day out, not at all humid, but Taylor still had to wipe his brow with the back of his hand more than once. He was certain that his Daddies noticed how tense he was right now, but they didn’t seem terribly bothered about it. Eventually, however, his Lucario Daddy saw fit to say something, and turned around. “Hmm? Are you thirsty, little one?” Daddy Joseph smiled at Taylor as he said that, and his smile was so warm that Taylor almost forgot how weird it was to be a fully-grown man getting called “little one” in public. He nodded, almost without thinking, and Daddy Joseph gestured to his husband. Out came that big red water bottle, condensation beading on its metal exterior, and Daddy Alistair flicked the tab to open it up before handing it to Taylor. Taylor brought the bottle to his lips expecting water; in hindsight, he wasn’t sure why. Of course it would be milk, lactated by one or both of his Daddies and placed inside that bottle to chill for the night. He sputtered a bit from the surprise, which earned fond yet somewhat condescending laughter from his Daddies, before swallowing, taking a breath, and starting to drink again. This time, he didn’t let the bottle leave his lips for a good while. He was aware of passersby in his peripheral vision, the usual weekend crowd who must have assumed Taylor was gulping down water, and his self-consciousness faded for a moment. No one knew the truth, and no one had to. All he needed was to stand there a moment, holding the bottle in two slightly trembling hands, taking swig after swig of sweet, cold cream. It was as rich and satisfying as a meal, but as light and refreshing as lemonade. Taylor couldn’t suppress a dreamy smile. “Good idea to wet your whistle,” Daddy Alistair remarked. “Helps keep your mouth nice and hot and wet for your Daddies, isn’t that right?” It was intended to make Taylor squirm, and it worked; the human just handed the bottle back to Daddy Alistair and followed them someplace they wouldn’t be seen. “Who goes first, then?” Daddy Joseph asked, as they found a storage shed in a relatively remote corner of the park to hide behind. When Daddy Alistair motioned with his hand in the universal gesture for “go ahead,” the Lucario leaned against the metal shed and unzipped the fly in his trousers, adjusting his underwear so that it was aligned with the opened zipper. “Kneel, boy,” he said to Taylor, and his boy obeyed; Daddy Joseph was tall enough that it was more of a halfway-squat than kneeling, but at any rate he was at face-level with his crotch… …and in just the right position to watch the Lucario’s fat, hefty uncut cock flop out of his trousers and land on his face with a thwap. It landed right on the bridge of his nose, making his eyes cross, a sight that made Daddy Joseph laugh fondly before patting the back of Taylor’s head. “Open up…” Taylor bobbed his head forward, opened his mouth, and let the massive man’s cock slide smoothly past his lips. Daddy Joseph, in his experience, was generally an easier dick to suck than Daddy Alistair. The Delphox was always one to grind, buck his hips, try to angle it in just the right way to tease the sensitive folds of Taylor’s throat with his cock head. Daddy Joseph was content just to sit still and let Taylor work for it, which suited the young human just fine. He had practiced it enough that he could do it in his sleep - and in fact, on the very rare occasion he slept in the same bed as his Daddies, he often woke up to find himself doing just that. He had not, however, done this in public before. As good as it was to feel Daddy Joseph’s reassuring hand press against the back of his head, and as easy as it was to lose himself in the familiar rhythm of giving head, the public part never quite left his mind. He could always hear something in the distance - a barking dog, a round of laughter, the faint strums of a busker on the other side of the park - and he had to stifle the urge to twitch his head and look to the side to make sure no one was watching. The Lucario, who was leaning his back against the shed and breathing steadily while savoring his blowjob, clearly sensed that something was the matter, and he tapped the back of Taylor’s head to signal him to pull off. “Nervous?” he asked. Taylor swallowed the gathered spit in his mouth and nodded, and Daddy Joseph gave a gentle smile. “Deep breath. It’s not your job to worry about someone seeing us - it’s our job.” Daddy Joseph carefully stroked Taylor’s cheek. “And what’s your job, boy?” Taylor blushed a bit, being put on the spot like that, but he smiled a bit anyway. “To suck your dick, Daddy Joseph?” “That’s right.” An encouraging pat on the cheek. “Now, why don’t you get back to work?” And so Taylor did. This time, he renewed his efforts, and did his best to block out any sign of the outside world: he didn’t have to worry about that, after all. That was for his Daddies to take care of, not him. All he had to think about was the taste of Daddy Joseph’s big blue dick, sliding in and out of his mouth, gliding with sheer ease that was as pleasurable for Taylor as it must have been for Daddy Joseph. “Ohhh, there we go! See, that’s a good boy…” The Lucario chuckled fondly, motioning to his husband. “While his mouth’s busy,” he said, before leaning in to press his lips against Daddy Alistair’s. Deep, satisfied breaths as the two men started to make out, leaving Taylor to his own devices as he drooled all over his dick. In time, his ease and confidence would gradually turn into a sort of overconfidence. Not cockiness, exactly - more that he felt himself go into auto-pilot, felt himself shut his brain off, trusting himself to suck dick as effectively as ever without thinking. If he were serving any other man, that confidence might have been warranted. But Daddy Joseph was never one to do exactly what was expected. It was true that Daddy Alistair was more inclined to throatfuck his boy than Daddy Joseph, but that didn’t mean the Lucario never did it. If he was particularly excited, or if he wanted to test Taylor’s oral skills even further, it wasn’t unheard of for him to place one of those huge hands on the back of the human’s head and push, nice and firm, to completely fill his mouth. It would be difficult to take even if Taylor had been expecting it - since he hadn’t been, it was close to impossible. “K-hgggghk…” Daddy Joseph’s dick was big enough and thick enough that, when it lodged itself in the back of Taylor’s throat, the boy couldn’t even gag properly. The head of the Lucario’s cock just blocked off the sound, neatly plugging it up like a cork in a bottle of wine. Taylor’s cheeks bulged out as he gagged, and there was a certain wetness that gurgled in the back of his throat, but nothing was coming out. Not yet, at least. “Take it.” That was all Daddy Joseph had to say for now, his hand cupping firmly around the back of Taylor’s head and beginning to slowly, steadily, but firmly push his boy up and down his cock. Taylor hollowed out his cheeks, shut his eyes, and did his best to breathe through his nose. There was nothing else he could do, aside from blocking out the entire rest of the world and focusing on pleasing his Lucario Daddy. Taylor balled his fists and squeezed his thumbs as drool started to dribble down his chin. He recalled reading a while back that that was supposed to help suppress the gag reflex, but either that article was lying or Daddy Joseph was just too big and powerful to be held at bay by such tactics. He could feel the head of the Lucario’s dick steadily prodding against his sensitive gullet, as though it were trying to stamp its shape onto a piece of paper. It was incredibly consistent, but just shy of perfectly so. If Daddy Joseph thrust in a perfect pattern - same depth, same rate, etc. - Taylor would be able to make adjustments and preparations so he didn’t choke. But every so often, he’d thrust just a bit deeper, or just a bit quicker, and it would inevitably catch Taylor off guard and milk a “ghhhk” or a “klagh” out of his sensitive throat. Daddy Joseph, of course, wasn’t thinking any of this through consciously. If it was purposeful, it was only by instinct; right now, he was only concerned with pleasuring himself using his boy’s mouth. The Lucario gave a low, hungry moan as he bucked his hips a little quicker, his tone almost needy as he continued to hump, hump, hump away… …until he looked down and noticed the milk dribbling out the corners of Taylor’s mouth. “Ohh…!” An uncharacteristically sheepish smile from Daddy Joseph. “My apologies, boy. It seems I got carried away.” He pulled his cock out of Taylor’s throat with a shhlrk, and Taylor let some more backed-up throat slime spurt from his mouth as he gasped out. Evidently, he still had more to learn when it came to giving head, because he felt like he was spitting up seawater after washing ashore a desert island. It was far from what he expected on his day at the park, but at least they’d move onto something new and he could– “My turn,” Daddy Alistair said, as Daddy Joseph zipped up his fly. The Delphox motioned with his hand, looking at Taylor expectantly. Although the human would never do something so disrespectful as to sigh with exasperation at one of his Daddies’ commands, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little frustrated. He had just sucked the biggest, fattest cock he had ever seen in his life, and it fucked his face hard enough for him to dribble out the milk he had just drank, and now he’d have to go for round two, with someone who wouldn’t be nearly as gentle. If he had any way of changing his Daddies’ minds, he would have asked them for a break, maybe some time to walk to another hiding spot, maybe some more gulps of milk. But he knew he couldn’t, and so he stayed on his knees, looked up at Daddy Alistair, and opened his mouth. The Delphox’s dick, which Daddy Alistair freed from the confines of its fly and let fwap across the bridge of Taylor’s nose, wasn’t quite as long as Daddy Joseph’s (but still quite long), nor was it quite as thick (but still quite thick.) But when it was pushed into the younger human’s mouth, first only a quarter past his lips then quickly moving to sheath itself in the hot wet confines of his throat, it was obvious that size wasn’t everything. Taylor dutifully tucked his hands behind his back and resumed his nose-breathing, hollowing his cheeks again so that Daddy Alistair’s blowjob was as smooth and wet and pleasurable as possible. Despite being a more active participant than Daddy Joseph, Daddy Alistair didn’t give much in the way of grunting or vocalizations. It was as though throatfucking his boy was a task he was focused on, like fixing an engine or whittling a piece of wood. He wasn’t going too fast or too intense, Taylor supposed - they were still in public, after all, so it was best not to catch too much attention. (Shit, he was trying to forget he was in public, wasn’t he? Focus on the dick, Taylor, focus on the dick.) But Taylor was still learning how best to please his Daddies, and every so often he couldn’t help but scrunch his face up and give a deep, guttural ghhrk. The trouble was that every time Taylor gagged, it just made Daddy Alistair go even faster. Just a notch or two up the speed dial, so to speak, but when Taylor was already having trouble taking his throatfucking, it just made the whole ordeal that much more difficult. Taylor felt Daddy Alistair’s nuts slapping against his chin, heard the pfp pfp pfp of his hips meeting the human’s face, and gave a few more good solid throat sounds for the Delphox’s pleasure. Glllk! Grrrrgh! Hrrr-HHHK! A minute or two passed before Daddy Alistair made his first noise: a chesty, rumbling growl through grit teeth, a sound as much out of frustration as pleasure. Taylor braced himself, thinking it would mean an even more intense session of throat-stretching. But, to the human’s surprise, Daddy Alistair pulled out, wiped his dick clean of spit, and tucked it back into his pants. “You don’t want to…?” he asked, before trailing off. Daddy Alistair just smiled. “Oh, I want to. But I won’t.” Taylor blinked. For his Daddies, it seemed awfully restrained. “Why not, Daddy Alistair?” The Delphox’s smile grew wider. “You’ll see.” — The trio walked for another fifteen minutes or so to find another spot, which Taylor didn’t know what to make of. After all, he had just sucked both their dicks in the old spot - did that mean they were planning something that needed more privacy? And what could that be? That said, he didn’t complain or ask questions; Daddy Joseph handed him the giant metal water bottle, and like a kid with a popsicle from the ice cream stand, Taylor was more than satisfied by the cool treat. By the time his Daddies had found a suitable spot - one that was well out of the way and shaded by trees - Taylor was almost feeling sluggish. He had just done a lot of walking for someone who didn’t get out of the house much anymore, and the warm, creamy weight of his Daddies’ milk sat comfortably but heavily in his belly. At this point, he just wanted to curl up under the tree between the two burly Pokemon and take a nap. But once again, Daddy Joseph had other plans. He sat down in the grass next to Daddy Alistair, leaning against the tree, the combined size of their two broad backs pushing the trunk of the sizable maple a few inches to the side. The two Pokemon tugged at the collars of their shirts before pulling them off, already sighing with relief at the feeling of airing themselves out. Not just their tits, both pairs of which were bouncy and plump and mottled with sweat, but their armpits, exposed as they stretched their arms and left to practically steam. Taylor didn’t even know armpits could steam when it was already warm outside. “On my lap, boy.” This was Daddy Alistair’s order, which surprised Taylor slightly. Although there was no doubt that the Delphox loved Taylor very much, Daddy Joseph was still the more physically affectionate of the two. It was rare that Daddy Alistair called upon him for this sort of thing, even though, as Taylor sank himself down onto the Scottish fox’s lap, he could feel the big man’s reassuring body heat radiating off of him like a furnace. Warm as it may have been that day, feeling his fiery Daddy’s warmth was always something Taylor looked forward to. He was just about ready to lean his head forward and bury his face right in the cleft of Daddy Alistair’s plump, hot, hairy chest when he felt something strange behind him. That something strange? Daddy Joseph’s entire body. “Gmmrrrf?” That was just about the only noise Taylor could make when he felt the hefty belly of his Lucario Daddy press against his back, neatly ensconcing him within a sort of DILF sandwich. The human’s face was pressed forward completely, his whole head swallowed by Daddy Alistair’s cleavage before Daddy Joseph’s chest sealed him in from behind. He could feel the Lucario’s dick throbbing to life behind him, as well, but in his current predicament Taylor wasn’t really giving it much thought. He had dealt with enough cock for today: right now, his focus was on the hot, hard bodies on either side of him. “Just relax, boy.” Taylor heard Daddy Joseph purr in his ear from behind, and if he hadn’t been trained to focus entirely on his Daddies’ pleasure, he could’ve cum from that alone. The bass in his voice thrummed from his belly, and it practically vibrated through Taylor’s body as the words left the Lucario’s lips. “Focus on what’s in front of you. Lick it. Worship it.” What was in front of him was, of course, Daddy Alistair’s chest, and Taylor certainly couldn’t say he wasn’t prepared to worship it at this point. Taking in as deep a breath as the pocket of oxygen between two pairs of Poke-stud tits would allow, Taylor nuzzled against his Delphox Daddy’s right pec, then his left. He savored the sensation of the older man’s soft, fluffy red chest fur, with the lingering roughness of those wiry gray bristles intermingling with the fur. As his head moved to Daddy Alistair’s left pec, he could feel Daddy Joseph’s arms lifting up behind him, first tugging down on his own pants, then on Daddy Alistair’s. Then, finally, a strong blue embrace, the two lovebirds beginning to give deep, savoring kisses just above Taylor’s head, mostly ignoring the boy as he did his job. Taylor couldn’t exactly call it comfortable. When he focused on pleasing Daddy Alistair, he pressed his face right in the hottest, stickiest crevices of his body, barely even having the space to maneuver his mouth to one of the Delphox’s nipples. But that was still much easier than twisting his head around and giving love to Daddy Joseph’s chest, which (if the Lucario’s deep growls and firm chest rubs were any indication) the big man fully expected him to do. He half-turned his head to and fro, giving kisses to each pair of pecs, nuzzling his face against them like a cat trying to solicit a scratch behind the ears. It was tight, sticky, inconvenient, and not a little embarrassing; still, the feeling of his Daddies’ dicks swelling back to life beneath him was a reminder that he was doing a good job, as well as its own sort of reward. Although Daddy Joseph and Daddy Alistair were exploring each other’s bodies with great enthusiasm - arms rubbing up and down, hands groping whichever sensitive parts of the body they most wanted to touch - Taylor wasn’t afforded that luxury. His arms were trapped by his sides, pinned between the abs of his Daddies, and after a few minutes of this predicament they were starting to feel a bit numb. He tried to move his fingers a little to see if he could tap and get their attention, but if they felt it they didn’t acknowledge it. Most likely, his Daddies were lost in each other’s kisses, Daddy Joseph nibbling at Daddy Alistair’s bottom lip, hips grinding and pumping almost involuntarily. The heat of his Daddies’ dicks was different from the rest of their body heat. It was a fresh, almost immediate feeling as their hardened cocks pressed against the small of Taylor’s back, or the innermost part of his thigh. It was hot and vivid and intense; although it wasn’t quite painful, Taylor imagined their dicks leaving pink cock-shaped marks on his skin where they touched. Daddy Joseph shifted himself forward, and soon Taylor would have no choice. His mouth was positioned right over Daddy Alistair’s left nipple, his lips around the nub, his tongue already starting to circle the hair-ringed areola. Soon, muffled somewhat by the combined forces of his Daddies, the sound of Taylor wetly suckling on Daddy Alistair’s tit could be heard, and that just made the two men hungrier. “Should do this more often,” Daddy Alistair breathed, his head resting on Daddy Joseph’s shoulder. “You’re the one he goes to for milk, maybe I should–nnnnf–even it out…” He licked up his husband’s neck towards his jaw, and exhaled. “What d’you think, mmm?” “You’re free to him whenever you like,” Daddy Joseph said, before stealing another taste of his lover’s lips. “He seems to like your milk almost as much as mine.” A teasing chuckle. “Almost.” Daddy Alistair snorted. “Cheeky fucker,” he murmured, before thinking for a moment. “Should we do it now?” Daddy Joseph considered this, listening to the suckling noises coming from between their chests. “Once he’s had his fill.” Normally, that wouldn’t be for a while, but as both men perked their ears they could tell Taylor was starting to slow down. And, well, they were awfully eager… After spending so much time broiling in the erotic heat of his Daddies, Taylor was startled when the two men peeled themselves apart and left him deposited on the ground. And he was even more startled when, moving quickly and grunting with barely-restrained eagerness, they got on one knee on either side of him, aimed their cocks at his face, furiously pumped their fists with a steady shlkshlkshlk, and… …a nice, sticky faceful that Taylor wasn’t allowed to wipe off until they left the park.