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"Are you sure this is where he wanted you to meet?"

"Yeah, mom."

"Alright. Well, have fun honey. Call me if anything comes up, okay? Love you."

"Love you, mom."

With some difficulty, the chubby 11 year old Nidoran heaved himself out of the passenger seat of the car, and moved around to the back seats, where he retrieved a small suitcase filled with clothes and a handheld gaming device or two. He closed the door behind him and stood at the edge of the curb as his mother pulled away. She flashed her hazard lights in a brief farewell and he waved, knowing she could see him in her side mirrors. When she drove down the road and around the door, the boy named Dillon sagged, just a little, and a whimper escaped his throat.

He shouldn't have agreed to this. He knew he shouldn't have. Yet, everything had happened so fast. Before he knew it, his local bully and perverted individual Gray, a Rockruff of the same age as him, had somehow convinced and coerced him into asking his mother to let him visit for a couple of weeks, as a sort of summer break. Whether that was actually going to happen or not, Dillon couldn't say: at best, he assumed that Gray had plenty of sexual plans for him. The harness and chastity cage were still on his person, and he'd been unable to remove them for a few days now, since he'd last seen the Rockruff who had all the keys. With each movement he jingled, ever so subtly, and it had taken a great deal of effort and precision to be as quiet as possible whenever he moved around his parents. Now, he wasn't even going to see them for a couple of weeks.

With a sigh, he turned, staring up at the bright red sign above him. He was standing in front of the Appleton shopping mall, where Gray had insisted they meet before heading over towards his house. With suitcase in hand, Dillon made his way inside, his overweight body clad in a baggy hoodie and simple sweatpants, covering every available spot of his bondaged body. He didn't want anyone to see what he had on underneath and begin asking questions.

The minute he'd stepped into the mall's entrance and stared out along the massive line of shops on either side before him, Dillon felt a hand clasping his shoulder, briefly catching him off guard. He turned to stare at the face of a toothy-grinned Rockruff, who's fingers dug into his shoulder a little as their eyes twinkled his mischief. Dillon knew who it was, of course: Gray always made himself known.

"You made it! Good, good...let's go this way," Gray steered Dillon right back out the way they came, much to the Nidoran's surprise. "Your mom left already, right?"

"Y-Yeah, she had an appointment...um, where're we going?" Dillon's tone was naturally meek, and he found himself easily being manhandled back out the entrance and into the cool summer air, where Gray guided him to the side and down along the side of the shopping mall. From there, they rounded a corner into a narrow alleyway by the side of the mall, and at the far end sat a navy blue van, it's doors wide open.

"Now, just walk down there and go say hi to your new friends," Gray insisted. "I'll see you in a week."

"What?" Dillon wrinkled his nose and turned to the Rockruff, confused. Gray continued to gesture and push, guiding him further and further down the alleyway until Dillon inevitably walked on his own. When the Nidoran began to comply, the Rockruff backed off, as if he didn't want to get any closer.

Dillon wasn't sure what to do. He looked back at the bully, who he naively thought was his friend, before looking back at the open doors of the van, its dingy interior hauntingly reaching out to him, if that were even possible. As he drew closer, inching forwards one step at a time, three figures came into view: A Houndoom, Arcanine, and a Rapidash respectively. They leered at Dillon from several metres away, before the Arcanine took the lead, stepped forwards and roughly hooking his hand around the Nidoran's upper arm.

"Where're we going? Where are you taking me?" The Nidoran whimpered in protest, and turned his gaze back towards the other end of the alley. Gray was no longer standing there. He was alone.

Hit with the realisation of his predicament, Dillon tried desperately to struggle, but it proved a futile effort. The Houndoom quickly came in to aid his bretheren, and the tow canines manhandled Dillon into the back of the van as the Rapidish moved into the driver's seat. They tossed Dillon and his suitcase into the back and clambered in along with him, shutting the doors firmly behind them. Dillon felt the rumble of an engine beneath his feet and soon realised they were on the move.

In a quick act of thinking, Dillon pushed his hand down into his pocket to reach for his phone, knowing he could call his mother, or the police, or anyone at all to help him. When his phone left his pocket, however, the Arcanine quickly moved forwards and wrestled with him for a moment, inevitably taking the phone from him. Dillon tried to get up and take it back, but a thick paw pushed down against his chest in the back of the van, forcing him down against the metal floor. There wasn't much room to stand in the back, but the Houndoom had somehow dexterously stuck a foot out whilst sitting on the floor. He curled his toes in against Dillon's hoodie, claws threatening to prick the fabric and the skin alike.

"Just keep nice and quiet boy." The Houndoom warned him as the Arcanine pried apart the boys phone with his fingers, slipping the sim card out of the back and stowing it away, for now. Whether they planned to return it to him or not was an uncertainty that made Dillon all the more fearful. These three dangerous, mysterious men had just kidnapped him against his own will and were clearly planning on not letting him go anytime soon.

"W-W-What do you want with me?" Dillon could barely get his words out at first, but he bottled his nerves enough to eventually ask, desperate for answers. At his question, the two canines snickered to one-another.

"Just gonna have some fun, that's all." The Arcanine assured him as the Houndom's paw curled a little tighter against his chest, just for a moment, before it eased off of him completely. Dillon took the opportunity to sit up, but then realised his mistake. As he moved, so too did the canines, shuffling along the floor of the van towards him.

Dillon wasn't nearly as strong, nor as nimble or brave, to fight back easily against them. Their hands roamed his body and groped his chubby flesh, and he was powerless to push them away. It didn't matter where he forced his own hands against them and pushed with all his might, they somehow managed to not budge against his touch, effortlessly running their hands into all the wrong places. Their perverted fingers grazed his cheek, cupped his ass and cock, and even touched his paws, before they worked on his clothes. The Nidoran struggled defiantly against them as they worked his sweatpants down, exposing his flabby hips and caged-up cock, as well as the anklets around ankles.

"Damn, that kid wasn't kidding...look at this little chastity cage." One of them murmured, and Dillon tried his hide his crotch with his hands. The adult canines did a good job of lifting his arms up, and they tugged the hoodie up along with them, forcing his chubby belly and saggy boyish chest to be exposed along with the harness that ran across his chest, linked by a thick metal ring between his nipples. They kept the hoodie wrapped up around his head, Dillon's arms locked in place, unable to break free. The Nidoran's breathing quickened as he tried desperately to look around, to see what was happening.

It was then that he felt their hands touching him, predominantly on his stomach and chest, squeezing the fat of his overweight belly and cupping his flabby boy breasts, squeezing the flesh between their perverted fingers and swirling their thumbs and fingers around the nubs of the nipples.

"He's cute," One of them remarked. "I'm gonna have lots of fun breaking 'im in."

"You're damn right. Can't wait to hear him squeal." The other muttered in response as their hands roamed, moving from his body towards his crotch, toying with the chastity cage and flicking their fingers at his uncovered balls. Dillon couldn't help but sniffle and squirm on the spot, fear enveloping his body.

"Get yourselves ready," A gruff voice spoke from the front. "We're here."

The van trundled forwards a little more and Dillon felt his weight shift left and right as they turned a handful of corners, before his weight shifted forwards and the van pulled to a stop. It was quiet, save for his own panting breath and the slow, shallow breathing of the man before him, the ones he couldn't see. Before he could ask what was going on, he felt hands gripping his body and dragging him out of the van.

The brisk change from the the harsh metal floor to the cool air and the rough concrete beneath his feet was all the more heightened due to his lack of vision, and it made him all the more scared. From his left, he heard a whistle, and he felt his cheeks redden at the thought of someone looking his naked body up and down.

"Whatever bastard already had their fun really did a number on him, huh? Look at all this gear..." They remarked out loud, and Dillon felt a finger tugging on the thick metal ring on his chest that held the harness together, causing him to briefly stumble forwards. He felt a hand wrestling with the hoodie over his head, and after some difficulty, it was yanked off of him.

He didn't know where he was, but it looked to be an abandoned factory of some kind. They had driven in through a service entrance which lay wide open, but they were standing off to the side, with the van behind them. Dillon could see metal chains hanging from the ceiling, long enough to drape onto the floor and connected to a metal winch on the other side of the room. Amongst all that was the three men, clad in a variety of casual wear, some dirty and some clean, and strewn bits of metal and equipment all around the factory floor which was eerily empty, bar from them. It was all very terrifying.

"Cute kid. How'd you find him, anyway?" The Houndoom remarked, stepped forwards and hook a finger into the collar that was slung around the Nidoran's neck. Dillon staggered forwards as he was yanked by the collar, being dragged towards the centre of the factory near that long chain. At first, his legs refused to work, but he quickly managed to follow along, sniffling with fright as the man guided him around like a dog, naked and clad in BDSM gear-- though that part was Gray's doing.

"It's like, a friend of a friend's kid brother. Bullied this poor kid or something, I dunno. I didn't ask for a lotta details, 'cause..." The Arcanine vaguely explained before trailing off, running his eyes up and down Dillon's body, moving closer.

"Well, let's see how much of an obedient slut he is, then." The Houndoom remarked, and with a swift shove to Dillon's back, the Nidoran went sprawling, clambering up onto his hands and knees. The boy moved to stand, but he felt a foot push against his back, keeping him down. A figure moved around the side of him and he was greeted to black-striped fur and orange paws. He didn't need to guess who it was.

Slowly, one of the arcanine's paws raised up, black claws grazing against the ground as he brung his foot closer. He angled his paw upwards and curled his toes around Dillon's snout, the plush cushiony pawpads pushing down against the Nidoran's muzzle as the pawpad pressed direction up against the cub's lips. Dillon cast his gaze up at the Arcanine's grinning face, noticing the wicked twinkle in his eyes.

"Lick them," He ordered. "I want you to bathe every inch of my paw in spit. Don't leave anything out."

With a whimper and a flushed expression, the Nidoran could do nothing but comply. He stuck his tongue out from his mouth and cringed as he dragged his tongue along the smooth paw pad, picking up the slight taste of sweat, but an otherwise non-existent scent. He heard a quite and frankly spine-chilling chuckle from above him, and he trembled on his all-fours position, sliding his tongue around the black pad and making sure to cover every inch. He was too scared for what might happen to him if he slacks on servicing the stranger correctly.

"That's it, boy. Keep on lickin'." The Aracnine grunted, dragging his paw down and playing his toes against the Nidoran's tongue. Dillon instinctively parted his lips and the Arcanine took that as an opportunity to push his foot forwards, slipping a toe or two into the cub's mouth, dragging against his tongue. With a flustered expression, Dillon dutifully did his best to worm his tongue around the toepads, squeezing his appendage in between the toes and quietly huffing hot breath onto them at the same time. The Arcanine seemed to enjoy the little show from the obedient Nidoran for a while, but it didn't look as is paw licking was the main course. Eventually, he pulled his foot back, and Dillon's gaze focused on the Arcanine's ankles.

The Nidoran had been so focused on pleasing that he hadn't noticed the trio getting changed. It was only now that he picked up the sight of their pants sitting around their ankles, their underwear subtly visible inside of them. Of course, The Arcanine had had to wait a little whilst before taking off his pants, but he could see several T-Shirt and tops on the floor, making it clear they were all rather naked now. Dillon didn't want to look up and see their naked bodies, for that might only cement what they were going to do to him.

"Let's see what else he can do." One of them spoke, and after a moment, Dillon felt a hand snagging around his collar, pulling him up by the neck a little. Dillon tried to scuffle his feet, assuming he'd be standing, but he was instead thrown to the side, where he tumbled onto his back. He barely had time to register what had happened before a sight obscured his vision: a pair of swinging black balls, and a pucker hidden just behind them.

"Open wide..." The person above him snickered, and Dillon recognised his voice as the lanky Houndoom who had threatened him before. The ass dipped lower and lower, until Dillon's entire vision was obscured by it. The quivering, winking pucker sailed over his eyes and towards his mouth, and Dillon clamped his mouth shut, whimpering. He didn't want to. He couldn't.

He watched as the man's hands grasped firmly on either sides of his ass, stretching his cheeks apart and revealing the pink, sensitive flesh of his entrance some more. He pushed his ass down against the Nidoran's muzzle and expected him to get to work. When Dillon hesitated, he rocked his ass back and forth, attempting to encourage him through sheer domineering will alone.

"He ain't budging," The Houndoom remarked with a distinct hint of annoyance in his tone. "Guess that kid didn't train him so well after all."

"Then we've gotta punish him, don't we? Get the hood." Another replied, and the Houndoom slowly lifted himself up, allowing Dillon to see once more. The Nidoran slowly rolled over at the canine back off, but he didn't have the free to move for long. After a few moments, yet another thing obscured his vision: a thick black hood, that made him utterly unable to see. He heard a faint click as it was clipped into his collar, making him unable to shake it off.

In the dark, unable to see, his senses felt heightened, and the adrenaline pumped through his body. Every movement, every scuffle and touch made his body react, shifting left and right, either getting away or moving towards the source. He whimpered through the hood, his chest rapidly heaving. He was powerless.

Suddenly, Dillon felt hands grabbing his ankles, forcing them together. As much as the Nidoran struggled, he was unable to really wrestle himself free, and whoever had grabbed him was quickly beginning to wrap something tightly around his fat ankles, forcing the scales together. Dillon gritted his teeth briefly from the slight dull ache of their forceful movements, but it didn't take them long to make sure he was secure. Whatever was cutting into him was rough, but not cold-- Dillon guessed it to be rope of some kind.

After that, he heard the jingling of chains, and his feet suddenly lurched to the right, taking his body with them. He squirmed a little as his body was dragged across the floor, but not by a man. Instead, it seemed as if the rope was pulling him along, and in a matter of moments, his ankles began to lift off the ground, dragged upwards and taking his body with it.

Dillon was surprised to find himself being suspended from the ground a few moments later, and the one thing he could focus on was the pain that surged through his ankles as all the weight of his body was forced onto those joints. He struggled in the air and found himself swaying back and forth, but a hand quickly came to his side, making sure he didn't wriggle too much.

"Feisty when he wants to be." Someone remarked, and Dillon guessed it might have been the Arcanine. The man was given what could best be described as a 'barking laugh' in response, and Dillon twisted his head in the direction of the noise, wondering what they were planning.

"Let's see how that little defiance works for him when I'm through with him." Someone muttered darkly, and it didn't take much for Dillon to guess who it was. The Nidoran had no idea what was coming. In hindsight, he was glad he didn't, for he might have screamed.

In an instant, Dillon was hit with the most unimaginable and most intense pain of his young life. His senses dulled and his entirety body sized up as a streak of red hot pain shot along his pain, carrying through every fibre of his being. A sharp cry escaped his lips and his eyes were already watering from the pain, his fingers and toes curling as hard as he they could. It didn't stop there: Dillon barely got a few seconds to adjust before another hot crack of agony slashed across his back.

They were relentless in his torment, never giving him a moment of reprieve. Just when Dillon thought the worst it was over, another lash of pain shot across his body, until he felt himself fading in and out of consciousness from the sheer agony. He couldn't get a handle on what was happening: his mind and body wouldn't co-operate, and his speech slurred. He struggled around and groaned, sniffling and sobbing as he heard the padded footsteps of the men around him, muffled and fading in and out of clarity.

"Damn, you whipped him good," One of them remarked to the main torturer, who chuckled in response. "I don't even think the kid's conscious."

"Oh, he is. Watch." Another spoke, likely the Houndoom. Dillon felt a spasm, a jolt of pain along his crotch and he immediately squirmed and moved, feeling what he assumed to be a finger flicking against the chastity cage the housed his little flaccid member. His movements spurred on another round of chuckles, and Dillon sagged, defeated.

His back felt numb, and his stomach and chest were seared with a dull ache. He didn't know what they'd done to him, but he was a smart enough boy to realise it was a whip of some kind. He'd never experienced such a thing before, and he hoped to god that, after today, he might never have to feel that pain again. If he needed to, he'd submit. He'd do anything they asked if it meant never whipping him like this again.

As if for good measure, the whip cracked across his chubby belly and he squealed, a fresh array of sobs bubbling up his throat and tears rolled up his body, where they freshly dipped to the top of the hood. He was feeling the blood go to his head, and it was starting to make him dizzy. The men seemed content to watch him suffer a little longer, but clearly not for too long. After another couple of minutes of watching him squirm, touching his body and threatening to whip him-- though not actually doing so-- they let him down, easing him back to the floor.

Yet, to his surprise and dismay, they didn't remove his hood. His ankles surged with relief as the rope was unbound from them, and he experimentally spread his legs apart, rolling his ankles around and loosening them up a little. As he shifted to move, however, a weight on his chest forced him down onto his back again. It was clear that his punishment, whatever it was, was far from over.

Rather than binding him at the ankles again, they instead yanked his hands over his head, wrapping some rope firmly around his wrists to make sure that he didn't go squirming or moving away from them, especially when it came to fighting back. It was in that moment that they unclipped and yanked off his hood, and Dillon quickly understood why: he was greeted to the fresh, sore sight of his lashed chest and stomach, his flabby skin marred with streaks of red. The sight of his own bruised body made him tear up again, and he watched as the Arcanine from before moved in between his legs, the Rapidash assistant coming in from the side, hauling a large black box and several cables with him.

"Here, get them clipped on. I'm gonna have some fun with him." The Arcanine insisted with a chuckle and a slovenly grin spreading across his muzzle, his tongue lashing out to lick his chops. Dillon's hands were moved slightly and he was suddenly greeted to the sight of a thick, long appendage resting across the length of his muzzle. He soon realised it was a cock, but it was unlike anything he'd seen before: it was a good 8 inches of more, each pulsing inch warmly twitching against his scales. He looked to the right and made the quick connection that the cock belonged to the Houndoom, who was now kneeling beside his head, making sure he didn't move his hands.

Dillon was powerless to stop the Rapidash from crouching down and clipping on some small crocodile clips to either side of the cub's little ball sack, though he didn't place them anywhere else, presumably because he had nowhere to put them. With that, the anthro pokémon retreated, grinning to himself, and the Arcanine that sat between the cub's legs idly stroked the length of his appendage that sat nestled against the Nidoran's inner thigh, 7 inches of turgid cock dangerously pressing against his flesh. Dillon had a feeling he knew where it was going: Gray had done that sort of thing before.

"N-No, please..." Dillon squeaked out his protest, but it was a futile effort. The Arcanine turned his head, nodding towards the Rapidash who sat nearly, idly stroking himself. The man reached over and twisted a dial on the thick, black box, cranking it up several notches. In an instant, Dillon felt a jolt of pain shoot through his body, originating at his balls, and he squealed, bucking his hips and arching his back from the pain. They held him down and he was powerless to resist them, forced to endure such torment for what felt like minutes, even hours. The Rapidash eventually let up and he sagged his muscles down, panting harshly, lips gently parted. He felt a leaking from the end of his member and his entire crotch felt strangely tingly.

None of them said a word, but the threat that hung in the air was obvious. Disobey, or speak out again, and he'd suffer the same consequences as before. Dillon obediently clamped his mouth shut and with a chuckle, and Arcanine angled his hips back.

It didn't take long for Dillon to begin to feel a pinch between his cheeks as the Arcanine did his best to prod and poke the cub's tight entrance with his cock, smearing the quivering ring with his pre-cum. The adult rolled his hips forwards and pressed the warmth of his cock against that ring, feeling it spasm and twitch under his assault, before his impatience began to outweigh his sensibility. He thrust forwards and, in a matter of seconds, pierced the cub's entrance with his cock.

It wasn't quite as bad as being so relentlessly whipped, but for Dillon the act of being so ruthlessly penetrated, especially dry, was still a painful act. He immediately arched his back and cried out, his breath coming out in hot gasps as the cock against his muzzle lightly whacked up and down, deliberately teasing him and hitting his nose. Assaulted from both sides, Dillon was unable to decide what to focus on: the pain in his rump, or the disorienting feeling of the member smacking against his nose. In the end, his mind seized over attempting to deal with both, and his body sagged back, eyes lidding over.

"So fuckin' tight..." The Arcanine murmured, sliding himself deeper and deeper into the cub's behind. Each inch of his cock plunged, and he could feel Dillon's inexperienced, young ass clenching around him, squeezing tightly in an effort to push him out. But for the Arcanine, his squeezing wasn't enough: he wanted more. With a nod to the Rapidash beside him, the Arcanine slid deeper as the horse pokémon cranked up the dial on the battery.

Another jolt of electricity shot through the Nidoran's body and he arched his back again, his insides spasming and squeezing harder than ever before. His seizing muscles and gripping flesh seemed to excite the Arcanine, who moaned in delight at such pleasurable clenching. That seemed to encourage the man to push deeper, embedding himself as far as Dillon's vice-like grip would allow. He managed himself halfway in before he was met with some resistance, and the Rapidash eventually turned the dial back down.

Dillon was a mixture of emotions, yet he felt strangely numb. Perhaps it was the electricity that had done it to him, but all he could seem to focus on was the dull ache that sat throughout his body, the strange numbness that made him want to stretch his limbs out or go for a jog, or even just sleep for days on end. Soon enough, however, his focus drifted sharply to the discomfort that shot through his body as the Arcanine pulled back. Putting it in had been rough, but tugging it out was a large harsher: as the man slid his cock backwards, it felt like every available inch of the Nidoran's inner walls wanted to go with it, and Dillon gritted his teeth, grunting with the pain as the Arcanine dragged himself back until the head of his humanoid cock met with the boy's inner sphincter. After a brief couple of seconds of reprieve, he began to thrust again.

Dillon didn't need to endure the horrors of being so brutally fucked to know that these three strangers were bad people: the way they had kidnapped and abused him was proof enough of that. Regardless, he found himself still utterly shocked by their reckless, brutal nature, their savage need to abuse him any way they pleased. The Arcanine relentlessly thrust into him, caring little for whatever pain he felt, and Dillon soon found his tight, spasming ring growing numb with all the searing pain as his vision blurred, his body overworked. The Houndoom's cock continued to slap against his muzzle, occasionally dragging back to squeeze a plentiful dollop of pre-cum across his nose and down his cheek, before it went right back to slapping again. The air soon became filled with their vile acts, their grunting breaths and slapping flesh, accompanied only rarely by a quiet whimper from the Nidoran between them.

Beneath all that agony sat something else: a peculiar tickle that spread across Dillon's body and made his skin tingle, despite the numbness. He found himself grunting and huffing, and soon realised something else entirely: his cock was free. He didn't know when it had happened, but he presumed they must have removed his chastity cage sometime during their lewd encounter. Regardless, he could feel his cock, strangely erect and twitching, against his own stomach, and he was momentarily startled by the fact that he hadn't noticed it before. The peculiar pleasure that suddenly surged through his system under such a brutal rape was both terrifying and tantalising, and in a brief moment of clarty, Dillon found himself torn: did he want this to stop, or did he want more?

All the therapists in the world wouldn't be able to answer that question with any genuine sincerity, and neither could Dillon. As the Arcanine plunged into him, the canine turned his head towards the Rapidash once more, who was already primed and ready to electrify their new toy at a moment's notice. He cranked the dial and another jolt shot through Dillon's body, making each of his muscles clamp once more and forcing his cock to wildly twitch and throb. The pleasure within him, once a dull orb of tickling temptation inside of him, intensified into a roaring torrent that had his cries of pain turning into gasping, quivering moans. Such a change in tone seemed to surprise even the three strangers, who had expected him to remain mostly defiant the entire time.

"Fuck me, is he getting off to this?" The Arcanine spoke through panting breaths, his hips bucking and thrusting, his heaving chest making it clear he was already nearing his peak anyway.

"Yeah. Seems that way." The Houndoom remarked quietly, his rapidly pumping hand also making it clear he was close. Dillon wasn't really paying attention to either of them. His hazy mind had focused in on a single point through all that pain: the throbbing, swelling pleasure that made everything feel strangely heightened, especially the shocks that echoed through his system. That pleasure was getting more and more intense, coursing through his body until he was whimpering and tensing up.

Then, in an instant, the 'bubble' inside of him popped, and his muscles sagged despite the crocodile clips sending electricity through his muscles. He could barely feel the splattering warmth, the wetness that dribbled onto his fat belly and down into the crease between his gut and pelvis, but the strangers had seen it all, and Dillon's periodically squeezing muscles were making it all the more pleasurable.

"Fuck. I'm gonna bust...you also there too?" The Arcanine spoke across to the Houndoom, who was equally huffing and panting.

"Yeah..." The canine replied, and the two of them fell into a quiet silence as they bucked and stroked respectively, assaulting the young boy from both sides as the fat Nidoran whimpered between them, his overused behind quickly growing sore after the hum of his orgasm faded. Luckily, they weren't going to be using it for long.

With a groan, the Houndoom sitting by his head drew his cock back, the head of his member teasing the Nidoran's slightly parted lips. Dillon soon felt a quick spurt of a salty substance shooting across his muzzle and dripping into his mouth, and he briefly recoiled, trying to close his mouth. The Houndoom quickly stuffed a finger into his mouth, much to the boy's protest, and held his jaw open as he angled his climaxing cock down, emptying a few plentiful spurts of seed into the cub's mouth.

The Arcanine, meanwhile, had already had his fill. He hilted into Dillon's used ass completely and enjoyed his warm squeezing as he orgasmed, painting the boy's inner walls a thick coating of cum. He rocked his hips, shuddering and sighing under his breath as his balls churned, his tongue lolling from his mouth. He briefly relished the sensations before he pulled back, wildly stroking his member and emptying the last of his nuts onto the cub's pelvis, stickying up the boy's small cock with a cocktail of cum.

The two strangers eventually pulled back, and Dillon was left used and panting between them. He could barely register what was occurring for a while, but he could vaguely feel someone removing the clips from his ball sack, but otherwise leaving him laid down in the middle of the abandoned factory. He heard the dull sounds of things around him-- people talking and chuckling to one-another, but he could barely make out what they were saying.

"...Aww, is little baby tired?" His ears seemed to have started working again at some point, and he focused his gaze upon the face of the Houndoom standing over him, the one who always seemed to be at the head of his torture. Dillon's mouth still taste of salt and seed, the remnants of it lingering on his tongue, and he could barely get a word out. The Houndoom crouched and he felt the man's hands tucking in under his armpits, dragging him across the factory.

"God, you're a little fatty, aren't you? You hungry? Baby want his bottle?" The Houndoom teased, and despite Dillon's sluggish movements, he could feel his cheeks warming as his brain registered the teasing remarks. He grumbled something, trying to squirm out of the man's grip, but it seems like a difficult task for his heavy body. He was dutifully dragged further until his body came to a halt, and he turned his head to the side, picking out the sight of wheels and a sleek white van.

As Dillon's senses slowly returned to him, he found himself laid across the Houndoom's arms and body, with the man leant up against the van. The wicked grin on the adult's face suggested that something was about to happen, but it was hard to say what. After a moment, a number of things came into view, handed over by the Rapidash himself: a standard bottle for baby formula, as well as a wand. The Arcanine from before moved into position next to Dillon, sitting opposite his comrade, and he took the vibrator in hand.

"Now, just relax..." The Houndoom teased. "You had a big day, huh? You got fucked, came from being fucked, and now you're all tuckered out. Don't worry, it'll be bedtime soon."

Dillon opened his mouth to argue, but the bottle was quickly shoved between his parting lips, the rubber end placed against his tongue and the bottle itself upended to supply a steady amount of formula. Dillon hesitated for a moment before gently applying pressure to the rubber end, and he found the flavour of banana quickly hitting his tongue. His eyes briefly widened in surprise before he continued to suckle, feeling his cheeks growing hotter and hotter.

As he suckled, he felt the cool tip of something against his crotch, and he looked down to see the strange vibrator being placed against his flaccid, cum-stained member. The vibrator quickly turned on and the cub tensed as he was deliberately stimulated. His young body reacted instantly to such pleasure, blood pumping to his cock as he suckled on the bottle. It took little effort to his flaccid member to get hard, until he was at half-mast in under a minute.

"Such a pent up little boy, aren't you?" The Houndoom teased. "Look at you, getting hard so quickly. Does little baby wanna cum? Do you?"

Dillon lowered his gaze and squirmed a little in the strange position he was held in, the bottle still up-ended against his mouth. He found himself playing into the strange roleplay they were doing, though he didn't particularly act like a baby. Rather, he didn't protest or fight off their actions, and he couldn't quite understand why. His cock quickly turned full-mast under the assault of the vibrator, and the Arcanine flicked a switch on the wand's length, kicking it up a notch. The sudden shift in power startled Dillon for a moment, who closed his eyes and found his body tingling from the pleasure. It was sickeningly sweet, much like the formula he found himself so eagerly gulping down.

"There there...just relax..." The Houndoom soothed as Dillon ultimately did the opposite, his muscles growing more and more tense under the pleasure he felt. The vibrator was working wonders on his little cock, which began to twitch and throb with a greater intensity over time. He began to feel the pressure within in forming, a knot that was growing tighter with each passing second.

He soon began to squirm, but they held him gently enough, not trying to force him down. The formula in the bottle was almost empty and the Nidoran began to let out quiet, muffled moans through his closed mouth, toes curling and chest heaving as he felt himself nearing an inevitably peak. The vibrator was too much: it took barely a minute or so for Dillon to climax, dribbling tiny, tiny droplets of cum onto his belly, where they once again seeped down between the rolls of fat on his body, hidden away from right. His cock twitched wildly during his climax, still driven by the vibrator, but the Arcanine was thankfully not cruel enough to overstimulate him. He pulled back shortly after Dillon's orgasm and stood, leaving them for the time being.

"Good boy..." The canine chuckled, removing the bottle and placing it behind him on the floor the van, the doors still swung open. "Now, are you ready for bedtime?"

Dillon huffed quietly in the midsts of his post-orgasmic bliss, but even he registered the slightly sinister tone in the man's voice. Before he could ask what he meant, the man lifted him up, carrying him with some difficult across the factory towards where the Rapidash stood. There, next to the pokémon, sat a rsuty looking canister. In the man's hands was a white garment of some sort and a gas mask, and in front of him sat a cage fit for a dog.

"W-Wait, don't, please--" Dillon began, but the Houndoom was already easing him down. Dillon instinctively found his footing and tried to step away, his movements sluggish, but the canine manhandled the boy over to the Rapidash, who made a point of prodding his turgid horse cock against the cub's chubby belly before tugging the garment over his head, slipping his arms through the sleeves.

Dillon soon noticed that the sleeves were far too long, and he soon found out why: they wrapped the sleeved around him, locking them in place with various buckles and forcing the boy's arms tightly to his body, unable to move them. The sheer terror of not being able to move his arms properly was frightening, and he tried to struggle against them as best he could, but it was difficult for a boy to fight off two grown men. They easily clipped the straight jacket into place, before the Houndoom forced him to stand in on the spot.

"Be a good boy and let my friend put on your special cage." The canine warned, the malice palpable in his tone, and Dillon froze, fearing for his life. He looked down at the Rapidash crouched in front of him, a small metal instrument in his hand. Dillon soon recognised it to be a chastity cage, but there was more to it: as the man slipped it over his cock, he felt a stab of discomfort as spikes with rounded ends prodded against his flaccid cock. He whimpered, unsure what to say, or what to do.

Satisfied that he was ready, the Houndoom pushed Dillon onto his knees and eased him into the cafe as the Nidoran desperately tried to defy him, but was unable to shake off the man with his arms so neatly bounded. When he was inside the cage, which forced him to lay on his side, they wormed the gas mask through a sizeable hole on the side of the cage and forced it over his muzzle, obscuring his vision. A tube connected the mask to the canister, and the Rapidash turned the dial, allowing the canister to flood a miniscule amount of whatever was inside into the gas mask.

The effects happened in minutes: an aphrodisiac that stirred the Nidoran's senses and quickly caused his face to grow flushed and his breathing to grow heavy. He whimpered and squirmed, trying desperately to move a little and get out of the cage as a quick stab of discomfort shot through his cock. The gas was making him horny, and in turn, his slowly hardening cock was poking against the spikes inside of the cage, making it sting. He whimpered and shook his head.

"Please...please let me go, please!" He spoke through the mask, but the three naked men just admired him in there.

"Let you go? No, no...your little buddy promised us a full week. We plan to use it. Get comfy, kid, we'll come for you later." The Houndoom spoke and, with that, the three of them turned and started walking towards the van. Terror shot through Dillon: were they going to leave him here?

The three of them climbed into the van, one of them into the driver's seat, and the turning over the engine was proof enough of their intentions. Dillon cried out for them to stop, but the van had already pulled back slightly and turned, doing a u-turn in the factory and going back out the way it came. Dillon whimpered quietly and hung his head.

There was nothing he could do. He was alone.