Dad and Son Workout
Xeno knows working-out together can strengthen his bond with his Dad
Commission for xenodrg and Sequel of Daddy donates, too
Dad and Son Workout
Xeno knows working-out together can strengthen his bond with his Dad
“Four… Three… Two… One! Go!”
Shouting, Xeno lifted the barbell way above his chest and head, pushing further than before while watched over by a familiar presence. One he trusted entirely as those enormous hands received the bar and put it back, allowing Xeno to sit up… And exhale.
Sweat coated his black and red fur, matting it while he reached for the nearest towel to wipe himself. Well, it reeked of sweat and masculine smell, but it wasn’t something Xeno despised as he rubbed it against his face and let himself go for one whiff… Strong, titillating, numbing, power-
“Three hundred and fifty pounds. Not bad. Not close to your Dad, but getting closer, Kitten,” laughed the familiar voice, chuckling while leaning over the Barbell stand.
Oh.. It was true. Xeno was muscular, fit. His guns were so defined he was like a bodybuilder who had abused whey, yet without any traces of it in his diet. His muscles, his gains, they were his… Mostly. Mostly natural except for one detail.
Even then, even if he was a monster of muscles… No, Sarge was… A monster. In all details. Twelve feet tall, hairy like a bush, with graying hair all over his coat. They were two Incineroars, sharing the same lineage. But Xeno was a far call from his Father, who was so… Damn perfect.
Just watching those bulging biceps was enough to make Xeno’s jaw drop in surprise and desire and to make his groin heat up further than it already did. And Xeno packed heat.
“Don’t make me laugh, Dad,” chuckled Xeno, shaking his head and looking at the makeshift gym they made in the living room. Squat rack, Barbell bench, bike, pulling bars, treadmill, pulldowns, adductors machine. If it served to train someone’s muscle, it could serve. It served, and in return, the place smelled like an overheated gym.
No, Xeno’s entire place smelled like someone had been enjoying a good sweat day and night.
That same someone who approached, putting one hand over Xeno’s shoulders, then guided him closer…
Sarge guided his Son closer to his chest, letting Xeno observe that bush over those pectorals and watch the delineated muscles despite the fat, the sweat dripping over them. Then, Sarge forced his Son to look up, to have the muzzle pressing against the pecs’ crevice while the graying Incineroar’s hands ran all over Xeno’s body.
They pressed on the arms, felt biceps and triceps, went up the clavicles… Dug into those sore muscles.
“But I will, kitten. You are so cute when you laugh… Or drool all over me,” said Sarge as he eased the tension within Xeno’s shoulders while he turned around, still guiding his son. “Purr for me and the camera, now.”
Xeno didn’t have to force himself to purr. To purr so loud all the micros in the living room picked it up… And for the camera to watch him sniff and lick his Father’s chest, collecting some of the sweat sticking to the graying fur before he was led to stand up with wobbly legs. And a straining erection poking up to his pecs.
Again… Xeno was a monster in his own right. Erect, he could give himself a pecjob.
Hairy to a fault, he had no qualm to turn towards the camera recording his “naked set” and flexed before it. First, his arms, then he started to pose with his legs spread, letting the camera capture every contraction underneath his fur: from his hamstring to his neck that bulged as he turned and twisted.
In the back, Sarge sat on the bench, but his hands still ran over his Son’s body, squeezing and massaging the muscles, letting Xeno feel how… Small he was in comparison.
He could have guns; he could have bouncing pecs, he could have a perfect six-pack. Not enough.
“Still too scrawny, son. We’ll increase your protein dosage,” laughed Sarge, pinching one nipple and tugging on it.
Compared to Sarge… And they often did… Xeno had nothing. He was nothing compared to his Dad. His Dad was everything he aspired to be: a superior male. A better male. A male whose body was so perfect, he could worship it.
Even now, just feeling that powerful body against his back, dwarfing him… Oh, it made Xeno’s cock throb and bounce, his scrotum pull up. And as his cock, black like coal, pointed up to his pecs, every viewer could see the fat glob of precum forming at the cocktip, dense and thick… And steaming.
The camera focused on the translucent orb at the tip, growing and growing at the urethra’s end. Then, it focused on that orb wiggling… And slipping. It slipped along the corona, along the frenum, along the underside. It stuck to the coal-dark skin despite the numerous veins on its length and the bulging urethra, reminiscent of Xeno’s former streams.
The glob continued, smearing and tracing the path down the cock, met with the base covered with wrinkled skin. Then, dropped on the scrotum, fuzzy and sweaty, with those orbs looking like grapefruit. Even lifted, they looked big and heavy… Hefty. Yet, the glob continued its descent until… It dropped from the scrotum. And right on Sarge’s gigantic cock.
Sarge’s only half-hard cock. Yet, even with only a portion of its current width and length, it lifted Xeno’s nuts. It spread them, while its tip pointed right at the camera, showing off the urethra that could easily be fisted… Showing off an organ that kept growing as blood rushed inside, as it gained not inches but a few feet in length.
Six feet. That was the entire length. Almost as big as length as his Son’s torso. More than that, as it grew fully erect, Xeno had to open his legs wider until he was entirely sitting on his Dad’s erect cock, his entire weight on Sarge’s erection. And yet, Sarge was unbothered by it.
No, he beamed as he had his hands going over Xeno’s torso, massaging and squeezing it.
“Enough show off, Kitten. Come worship your Dad,” laughed Sarge, still carrying Xeno as he presented his profile to the camera. Why?
The reason why became clear as Xeno turned back and was all over Sarge’s body; All without hiding the sight away from the viewers. Everyone could feast on the vision of Xeno’s passing a hand over his father’s forearm, giving them a squeeze while he had his tongue dancing over those pecs. He had his nose brushing against them, letting the sweat stick to the nostrils while he had his tongue licking.
Yet, Xeno’s focus was on his Dad… On the pressure he applied with his fingers as he went all over his Dad’s body, worsening the contrast as his entire hand couldn’t even grip one entire pec. And covering that six-pack? Absurd, even with two.
But it didn’t deter Xeno.
It didn’t stop him from enjoying the instant as he huffed those pecs and had one hand gripping his nape, stroking it… Pushing Xeno closer… Closer… Closer to one pit. The left pit as it faced the camera, so the viewers could feast on the bush there. The gray fur glistened, almost shining with the spotlights around the living-room-turned-gym.
And many would assuredly comment on how they wanted to huff those pits or be in Xeno’s place.
But to Sarge, only one mouth deserved to be stuck there. It was his Son, his slutty cockbrained Son. A Son who had to get his head locked against the bushes while working and massaging his Father’s sore body. That Son knew how to work diligently. Diligently as he was still sitting on his Father’s cock, squeezing it with his thighs like a good slut before the enormous cock spurted some precum on the ground. A sign… Or an indication.
“Good job, Kitten. Now… Let’s show them how we fuck here.”
Sarge grabbed his Son’s nape, peeling that slutty mouth away, likewise to that tongue. Even then, a thin thread of saliva joined both parts before Xeno was allowed to breathe on his own. The younger Incineroar blinked, sighed, and finally, released his thighs and hands to step back.
“Yes, Daddy.”
One word. And Sarge’s cock throbbed even harder with one fat droplet of precum again dropping on the ground, forming a tiny puddle while the Incineroars shifted.
They didn’t leave the room, but Sarge stood up and allowed his Son to lean over the bench with his tail up… And his ass lifted like a cockslut.
It wasn’t a surprise the two fucked. They did so regularly. During the streams, outside the streams, sometimes hidden while in public. And Xeno’s hole showed it as it not only gaped, naturally, but the rim had been so abused and outstretched, the sphincter was no different than a fatty and glazed donut.
One donut that was eagerly winking at his Father.
“Go on, Daddy! Stuff me! I wanna feel it in me!” shouted Xeno, eager, with his tail twitching with envy. In his place, many a viewer would yearn to be taken, too.
But none could take his Dad like him. Not when that cock was so fat, it was almost as wide and big as his torso. And why?
Well, as soon as that fat cockhead pressed on Xeno’s asshole, started to pry it open, Xeno’s shape seemed to bubble for an instant: around the thighs, while his body was changed enough so he could keep that form… And yet, indulge in taking that utter monster of a Cock. That pole that spread his cheeks, they looked like thinned buns.
A mast that stretched his guts so hard, they bulged with that cockhead visible from underneath the fur.
A dick so massive, it started to ascend and reshape Xeno’s torso until it was halfway looking like a used fleshlight.
Oh… He was that. Xeno was no different than his Daddy’s fleshlight when those humongous hands reached for his sides and held them tight. They squeezed on the muscles, on the stretched guts, on the distended belly. And rubbed them.
All the while, Sarge kept pushing. His cock advanced, inches by inches, while lubricant and precum sprayed from the outstretched hole with a few spurting sounds. The entrance was not air-tight, but close to. So close to as Sarge kept pushing, advancing, forcing his Son’s pecs to seemingly expand as that cock was pushing to the lungs and almost beyond.
How could Xeno take it?
How lucky Xeno was to take it and not look bothered at all, despite his body being reshaped by that monster of a cock. So lucky to grin despite the crushing pressure applied to his guts, to his shape. His legs were even forced to be spread while his arms landed on the bench to stay steady.
Xeno’s face? It was a mask of euphoria as the lower jaw dropped, so did the eyelids, so did the tongue, so did his drool as it dripped all over the bench.
His Father was fucking the brains out of him, and he was enjoying it much. Much more than anything else in his life as his cock, massive, was stiff and spraying the bench.
It bounced and throbbed and jolted as Sarge’s death grip on the waist did not falter. More than that, it was a powerful grip that kept Xeno close despite the steady back and forth. With each pull, Sarge tugged on his Son’s asshole, tugged on the rim until it stretched outward on the pillar of greasy flesh. With each push, gone were Xeno’s abs, smoothened, smooched to be a carbon copy of Sarge’s cock.
Under the fur, more so when Xeno stroked the tip, one could see all the details that composed the wonderful Pokéhood the young Incineroar loved to take. That bulbous glans was just perfect… It had all the roundness needed to nudge Xeno’s prostate with each passage. The corona was also perfect whenever with a pull-out, it tugged on the rim until lube and precum spilled free. And the mast itself was rubbing against every little spot until the orifice was made, remade, carved to please Sarge.
Sarge, who, in that instant, rumbled and purred in delight.
“Ah yeah, Kitten. Your ass is the best!” chuckled the older Incineroar, glancing at the camera while he lifted one arm. The other remained over his Son’s back. But Sarge was not hiding his pride as he flexed before the camera, showing off the body he was so proud of without even skipping one beat, one thrust.
Even as his Son was a panting and rumbling mess on the bench, the old Incineroar didn’t miss an excuse to entertain the crowd like he used to.
Yet, it was not what the crowd desired as much. They wanted the climax, the show, the instant. He knew it, Xeno knew it, everyone knew it. And after a few minutes, Sarge leaned further. He leaned over his Son’s back, pressing his guts against that powerful back so he nibbled at the Hybrid’s ears, even nipping the ear tip while he purred.
“Let’s go, Son. I’ll stuff you like a Pokeball,” chuckled the older Pokemon.
One remark which elicited another jolt from Xeno’s cock due to his excitation. A jolt that became an explosion of precum when Sarge piled on the prostate.
It was only starting. The older Incineroar had been slow and steady, careful with his Son’s ass. No longer. No more as he pulled back slowly… Extremely slowly… And pushed so fast inside his Son the bench rattled on the tiled ground.
Did Xeno cry? Yes. In pain? No. From the intense pleasure? Yes.
“YES, DADDY! STUFF MY ASS!”
A damn lot yes as Sarge started to pick up the pace. Thorough the room, filled with all the gear to start his own gym, the sound of clapping cheeks was deafening, brutal, intense. Xeno remained slackjawed as his Father moved faster and faster. Each time, the echoes of Daddy’s balls hitting those muscular cheeks felt like a smack.
They bounced, they jolted, they were brutalized.
The shocks coursed through the smaller Incineroar, stealing loud moans and groans.
The more his Father hit his ass, the louder he was getting. The harder he was trying to outdo the clappings on his cheeks, the creaking from the bench and weights being pushed around. Yet… it didn’t work.
Xeno could not outdo his Father in any way, outdo the male who was rubbing his chest now and biting his neck, nibbling at the skin and licking it all the same. Under Sarge’s touch, brutal abuse, Xeno was nothing but putty.
Soon… It became clear Xeno couldn’t resist long.
As enduring the couple was, the jolts and shocks going through that cock could not be ignored. It was impossible to observe the precum being spilled on the bench, its thickness, its changing color, its opacity, and ignore the rising tension.
No… Even the tone from Xeno’s groans changed and picked higher and higher.
Resistance? Denial? He offered none to his Father, who kept pushing and hitting and smacking and breeding…
In the end, it ended with a cry from Xeno as he came, his cock spewing on the bench and spraying it in white. He mewled, he groaned, he closed his eyes… And his balls lifted, lifted some more like they did during the previous stream. The scrotum clenched, with the skin tightening around the orbs, pulling them out.
With each pull, another shot flew across, landing and drawing a white line on the fake leather.
How many? Well… Xeno had always shot a lot. But ever since his last dance with Sarge during a stream takeover? His balls were shooting like a hose.
It seemed enough for the old Incineroar, who watched the result, nibbling his Son’s ears.
“Good job… But let’s show them how it’s done,” chuckled Sarge, lifting one hand from his Son’s chest to guide Xeno into a kiss. A sloppy one, too, with their lips barely meeting and Sarge’s overbearing tongue playing with his Son’s lips, prying them open and feeding him with Saliva.
A poor Son who was so lost in the pleasure, in the moment, he didn’t fight the forceful kiss that was even pushing against his uvula and further.
Nor did he fight it when Sarge gripped his hips again and pulled back. Tongue. Cock… Everything.
He pulled and left behind Xeno’s gaping, aching asshole, with a flow of whiteish precum cascading out of it.
Of course, the youngest Incineroar mewled and closed his eyelids. He gripped the bench and tried to close on his orifice. Worse, to push back to get more of his Daddy’s wondrous cock.
It did not work.
His Dad held him back and away, then with his absurd strength, Sarge lifted Xeno off the bench, and… Threw him back on it. Threw his Son, backside first, on the bench. All the cum of it was smeared on the fake leather and Xeno’s fur. But it did not matter for Sarge as he instantly went back into Xeno’s outstretched hole, slipping the six-foot pole right back inside until a loud gurgle came from Xeno… But no complaint.
No complaint as Sarge was going at it. The old Incineroar wanted it. Went for it.
His movements were not slow, far from it. He was back at full pace, with his entire might and stamina applied to that single purpose: fucking his Son’s ass.
He held onto Xeno’s ankles, kept them spread while he battered those organs, made the bench creak and almost break, with a few bolts bouncing away. His cock punched and pulled on the tightening, needy rim while Xeno kept ejaculating all over his Dad’s belly, his own, even his face.
The more it continued, the more Cum was smeared all over the Incineroars. And even Sarge’s precum, dripping and leaking all over his balls and the ground, was getting thicker and whiter. The liquid pooled by the bench and between his feet.
He, too, was about to cum. He, too, was feeling the pleasure rising in his groin. He, too, was spewing more and more precum until his Son’s chest was starting to bloat and go rounder.
Finally, he bit his lips.
Sarge bit his lips and showed an instant of weakness while he bent over. He forced Xeno to bend, too, to endure the weight on his cock and belly, as Sarge was now leaning on the bench, too. The Father moved slower. Each thrust looked weaker and less intense from the precedent.
Yet, there was a change in Xeno’s expression: expectation.
Xeno’s smile grew wider and wider, his breathing accelerating from the anticipation. His right eye was focused on Sarge, the left one closed from one cumshot.
Finally, Sarge growled.
“Hmphh… Close your ass for Daddy, let me feel it!” ordered the older Incineroar, his voice rumbling like thunder.
Then, almost on cue, a moan came from Xeno. And another from Sarge.
They echoed one another as Xeno tried to close his rim on his Dad, to keep it so tight to please him.
But not to… Hold his cock. No, it was impossible to hold Sarge down. But to hold that Cum that was pouring inside Xeno.
Before the camera, the viewers, Xeno’s belly was outstretched by his Dad’s nut. In awe and surprise, the viewers could see the skin being outstretched and growing taut from Sarge’s ejaculation. Each shot could be seen through the skin, stretching it before the shock was absorbed.
Then… As if the sight wasn’t enough, Sarge pulled out.
He pulled out mid-ejaculation, uncaring for his Son’s state. Or rather, knowing his Son would endure.
There was that unspoken bond between the two… Even as Sarge pulled out, yanking from his Son’s rim until it gaped obscenely.
But the instant after? It closed.
It closed and kept all that cum inside, letting none of it flow out.
On the other hand, Sarge’s cock kept spraying. Like a cascade, the older Incineroar shot all over Xeno. All over the bench.
For a few minutes, the older Incineroar kept shooting and shooting, his steamy burning hot cum landing all over Xeno. It stained the fur, the skin, the muzzle. It got everywhere on the fur, the hair, the eyelids, the nostrils, even in the younger Pokemon’s open mouth.
It was like it wouldn’t stop. It couldn’t stop.
Yet, it did.
It stopped. After a moment, Sarge’s breathing slowed down. So did his ejaculations as the arches went down, lowered, dropped, then stopped. His balls dropped heavily between his legs as he clambered forward, his chest and breathing heavy.
He ambled forward like he was bearing the whole world on his shoulders before he dropped on his Son… And growled.
“Enjoying Daddy’s proteins?” he chuckled, his entire weight crushing his Son, hiding that cum-ridden belly or that face away.
However, away from the camera, Xeno was getting what he desired. With one arm lifted, Daddy kept Xeno’s head locked beneath those sweaty pits, the nostrils half-clogged with that thick cum.
Xeno nodded, feeling his Dad’s warmth all over him, hiding him away from the viewers as he huffed, sniffed, and was rewarded like the good Son he was.