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“Hey there big boy, you comfortable?”

The Garchomp woke up slowly as the light shined down through the blinds of the bedroom he called his own. He blinked a few times and reached down to rub his eyes awake, but couldn’t bring his numb arms down. In fact, he could barely move, and his mouth was stuck in an open, unnatural position. Looking up he saw his arms were bound tightly to the headboard, and biting his teeth down he felt the unfamiliarity of a hard, round object lodged in his jaw.

“You look comfortable at least. Good, because we’re going to have some fun, Skala.”

Skala looked over to the voice coming from in front of the bed and saw the smaller yet toned figure of a certain Lucario he had met the night before. Remembering his name was Tyson, he recalled how the two met up for a coffee date at some local cafe and had really hit it off. They chatted, shared their pleasantries and their hobbies, and talked about the kind of jobs they worked. Tyson seemed like a completely normal man all things considered. Plus, he was a looker, which never hurt. Tyson matched the description Skala’s friends had told him the day before the meet up. He was shocked the fighter wasn’t already taken.

“You kind of passed out on me last night, so I figured I should let you sleep over here for the night. However, I didn’t get to have my time with you, so let’s make up for that. Besides, I remember all the details you told me last night. What a kinky dragon you are. What would your friends think if they knew what you enjoyed huh.”

Right…Skala forgot about the conversation turning a little more risky once they left the cafe. He didn’t mind then, as these kind of meetups usually end with either a nightly romp back at someone’s house, or a pleasant ‘I had fun’ and a ghosting from his date a day later. But, he didn’t expect to be in a position like this so early in the morning. He blinked again, fully awake now and could see what Tyson was wearing. There, he was decked out in a nice, tight harness, its chains and belts rattling with each brisk movement he made. His arms and legs were obviously covered in some kind of latex stocking, and his crotch…fuck, Skala couldn’t help but feel a throb down below just from the sight. There he wore a nice, tight jock. Its band curved perfect around the hip, and his plump cheeks were perked up underneath his tail. But the crotch, there was the biggest bulge Skala had seen in quite some time, and as Tyson rubbed it in front of him the Garchomp could only moan into his gag.

“Needy right now huh? Especially from that hard throbber you have peaking there.”

Tyson pointed down at the dick Skala could feel poking out of his underwear. Morning wood maybe, but it didn’t help to be in this situation at the moment. Tyson laid a paw down on the dragon’s shaft and rubbed it a few times to elicit those sweet moans out of his prey. He couldn’t help but see the bulging, defined muscles on Skala’s body as it tensed up.

“Fuck, you look good like this. Could always keep you like this as my own personal sex toy to use when I get home. You’d like it huh?”

Not particularly, but Skala would nod his head no matter what he was asked to keep that pleasure coursing through his body, so he did. Tyson chuckled before removing his paw.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do that to you. But I’ve got some other ideas in mind.”

Reaching down he picked up a small object and rolled it out so the end of it touched the floor. Cracking it softly he stretched it out in front of his chest and ran it slowly over Skala’s chest.

“Like the whip? Bought it specifically for when scaly bastards like you are over for the night. You’ve got some rough skin right? Then this should be fine for you.”

Skala strained again in his bindings, his chest heaving up and down as the leather straps from the whip rushed over his body. Tyson brought it up above his body and let it crack back down against the bound Pokémon’s chest. Skala grunted hard into his gag and arched his back up, shifting his legs and digging his toe claws into the sheets. Another crack of the whip made him tense up again and pull on the headboard. His tail swished from under his body and rest flat out between his muscular legs. He could tell Tyson was holding back, but even so, the cracks did sting a little. However, he fucking loved it. His shaft throbbed a glob of pre onto his abs, prompting Tyson to show a mischievous grin.

“Someone is loving this a little too much huh. What a kinky slut you are.”

He cracked the whip again and got down between his legs. Lifting a foot he rested it on top on Skala’s bulging package and massaged his pads into it, bringing out the sweetest, muffled groans out of the land shark. Laying the whip on Skala’s body he continued to rub and prod at the shaft, while he pulled his out and stroked it slowly in front of his captive.

“Such a big, strong dragon, a beast amongst men, reduced to a moaning mess from someone he could easily destroy in battle. You like being put in your proper place?”

Skala nodded his head, his eyes closed and rolled back from losing himself to this feeling. God, he wanted to bust all over himself right there. Instead, the feeling of a growing climax was halted when the Lucario removed his foot and walked over to the dragon. Undoing the gag in his mouth he pressed his tip against Skala’s lips.

“Suck it, and no teeth.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Opening his mouth he swallowed that shaft all the way down to its base, and felt it hit the back of his throat. Usually he was the one getting head, but he had to admit, being on the other end of this exchange was more than hot. He could get used to it. He could tell Tyson was enjoying himself as he felt the jackal-like monster grab the back of his head and moved it back and forth. Skala’s arms strained in the rope, wanting desperately to play with himself as he bobbed his head up and down the shaft. He danced his tongue along the underside and caught each drop of pre with greed, swallowing it with lust. His slurping mixed with the moaning and tail thumping the bed from both drowned the room out.

Tyson pulled his cock out with haste, stopping himself from painting Skala’s insides white. Huffing he pressed a finger tip to the dragon’s head and pressed it down.

“W-what are you-”

“Shush. Just lay on back and relax.”

Skala did as told and laid as far back as his bound arms would let him. Tyson climbed on top and as Tyson thought he was in for a face-fuck, the Lucario turned around and lifted his tail. Without another word he sat down on the Dragon’s face and reached back to spread his cheeks, making sure his hole could be reached.

“Get to eating. I think you deserve a reward.”

There was no hesitation. Flicking his tongue out of his mouth Skala dipped his tongue up against the loose hole of the Lucario. Skala could already tell, Tyson was no stranger to having his backside played with from time to time. Maybe next time he’d see just how loose he was with his shaft instead. He got to lapping, running his tongue slowly over the entrance and felt it wink against his appendage. Tyson above him shuddered at the cold, wet feeling from below and grinded his hips from side to side on his partner's face. Putting a Garchomp in his place, it felt so good. He kept his tail up and let his cheeks go, clapping them against Skala’s face.

Those muffled moans and greedy slurping spurred him on to continue grinding. Tyson wanted to stroke himself again, but not yet. He didn’t want to cum just yet. However, shifting around slightly he leaned forward just enough to roll his own tongue out to lap at the dragon’s tip. He felt the salty taste of pre coat his tongue, but that delectable muffled sigh underneath him told him all he needed to know. Fuck, he was cute. He started to slurp on Skala’s dick, bobbing his head as much as he could on that tip and down to the middle of it. The deep groaning from under his ass kept rising and rising, and soon those bucking hips were quickening in pace.

From underneath, Skala was trembling. His face was smushed under all the girth of this cake, and he was in heaven. His slurping grew more sloppy, and he coated that hole in wet spit and drool. He felt he was ready, and finally pushed his tongue into that entrance. Darting it in, circling it around, and pulling it back out, he tongue fucked Tyson for however long this Lucario wanted to stay on top of him. He didn’t want it to end, but with each slurp on his own throbbing erection was getting him closer to a climax.

“Aboufff tf cufff!”

Those sweet, sweet muffles and cries. It was music to Tyson’s ears. He pulled his mouth off the shaft and wrapped a paw around it. Taking his balls in another paw, Tyson stroked and fondled Skala in a quick gesture. His paws slapped down to his scaled skin, making plapping sounds fill up the room until finally, with one more bucked thrust, a nice rope of seed shot out of those heavy orbs. He must’ve been more pent up then he thought, as cum hit all the way up to Skala’s chest and abs, with a few strings landing on Tyson’s own hard shaft. The rest was coating his paw, and the sight, smell, and feeling was magical.

That was it, he was ready. Pressing back all the way down on Skala’s face, burying it between his cheeks and the pillow he jerked himself off while keeping that tongue buried so deep inside him. Grinding down on that expert beneath him, his slowly louder moans told Skala that Tyson was close. He was right, as next thing he knew, more hot spunk touched down on his chest and abs. His yellow scales must be white by now. Tyson rubbed out the rest of his load and panted for a minute to catch his breath. He was so lost in his own pleasure he forgot about the dragon under him. Perking his ears up he climbed off the Garchomp, who was licking his lips and huffing to catch his own breath.

“How was that,” Tyson asked as he reached up to untie the ropes that bound his victim. “I wasn’t too rough was I?”

“Not at all.” Garchomp grinned as he rubbed his numb wrists and thumped his thick tail on the bed. “You did a great job. Fuck, I haven’t had fun like that in a long ass time. Want to do it again sometime soon?”

“Definitely, as long as I get to treat you to a meal first though?”

Skala smiled and turned towards the mirror in the room, seeing all the seed coating his front.

“Split check and I’m fine with that. Want to join me in the shower, maybe for a round two?”

“Deal,” Tyson exclaimed as his cock started to slowly throb to life again just from hearing that alone. The backside view of Skala walking away certainly helped as well.

Drake raced around his living room nonstop trying to clean it as he waited for his special guest to arrive for the night, He had all the essentials for a good date laid out: some nice music playing, some candles lit easily by his own embers, and some scorched variety of meats and berries ripe to fill up any platter. He hadn’t known the Arcanine long. In fact, it had only been a month since their mutual friend, Skala, introduced each other at one of his festive parties. Ever since they exchanged numbers however, they had never let up on their texts back and forth. Drake wondered quietly to himself if he had prepared everything perfectly before a ring of his doorbell pulled him out of his trance.

He threw the door open and saw the warmest smile greet him back.

“Hunter! Sorry if the place is slightly messy. I was trying to get it all picked up before you got here.”

The Arcanine laughed, his gut bouncing slightly each each chuckle. The Charizard had to admit, he loved the dadbod Hunter had been packing. Hunter stepped into the room and removed his scarf and hat. Sniffing the air his bushy tail flicked side to side at the scent of glazed meat and ripe fruits.

“You didn’t have to make this all for me, you know.”

“Hah, of course not. I’m trying to put on more weight. The barbell won’t lift itself without the extra help right?”

“And that’s why you need me as a spotter, dork.”

Hunter pulled Drake in for a tight embrace, their radiating heat hot enough to melt the leftover flakes of snow off the fire dog’s shirt.

“Well, get comfortable. My house is your house after all.”

The Arcanine grinned and pulled a chair out from underneath the table and listened to the soft melody of joyful tunes playing through the radio.

“I see you remembered that dumb little detail of me liking holiday music.”

“Of course I did. We haven’t known each other long, but I’ve made sure to remember every little detail. Like, how you like sitrus juice with your meals. What, can’t drink water like the rest of us?”

“Hell no, stuff’s too bad for someone like me.”

Drake rolled his eyes and spooned some food onto his date’s plate while making sure to occasionally saunter around in a teasing manner. Brushing past the giant dog, he gave his pec a firm squeeze, making Hunter let out a gruff moan.

“Really trying to get me ‘fired’ up?”

“I am, but if you keep up with the puns, then no ‘buns’ for you tonight.”

“Fuck, shut up.”

They both laughed and Drake took a seat across the table. Both started digging into their food, joking with each other and making light conversation.

Hunter finished off the last bite from his plate and wiped his mouth off with a napkin. He started to clean up his area before cut off.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll clean it up in a minute.”

“Thanks. Hey, where’s the restroom. Kind of want to clean off.”

“Just down the hall.”

The Arcanine nodded and leaned down to peck Drake on the cheek. His blush was faintly visible against his skin, and watched as Hunter turned the corner.

He was humming to himself while washing some of the dishes when he felt the tight, strong arms of the Arcanine reach around and pulled him close. Hunter’s mouth leaned in and pressed light, butterfly kisses to his partner’s neck, who simply tilted his head into his lover.

“That was quick.”

“I couldn’t wait. You’re so fucking cute, you know that?”

Drake turned around and wrapped his arms around the other’s massive, toned physique. His body felt both plump and firm, the best of both worlds, and he wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as he could. Both embraced by locking their lips together, tongue wrestling with tongue, and the flexing of chest as each explored the other’s body. It was magically for them both. Hunter’s paw soon wrapped its way underneath Drake’s tail, and lifting it up, he palmed the dragon’s plump cheek. Drake, not really ever feeling himself touched by another before, immediately melted and let loose a submissive moan under his breath.

“Like that?”

“Mmm…yeah. Sorry, I’m still just a…a virgin is all.”

“Heh, it’s okay. We’ll take it slow.”

Drake nodded and jumped up into the strong arms of his lover and felt himself carried over to the couch. Laid down on his back he felt the older male climb on top, being careful not to crush him underneath his more massive frame. From here, Drake simply let go and let carnal desires take over. He felt Hunter kiss up and down his chest while he pulled their shirts off each other.

“Tell me if anything is uncomfortable, and we’ll stop.”

“Okay, but I think I’ll be saying something else soon.”

“Dork.”

Hunter leaned down and ran his tongue slowly over the exposed nipples on the dragon’s pecs, quickly bringing out another subtle moan from his lover and the closure of eyes from the pleasure. It was music to his ears. He slipped the dragon’s right pec into his mouth and. Suckling on it, slowly pulled down his pants and kicked them to the side. The charizard, finally opening his eyes, saw just the monster he’d have inside him soon.

“Fuck, you’re big.”

“Not so small yourself handsome.”

Drake looked down to see how his pants had stealthily been removed by his lover. Even more so, he saw just how hard he was now. He looked up into Hunter’s eyes and brought his clawed hands up to hide his shy, embarrassed face. Hunter simply pulled his claws away and held them in his above Drake’s head.

“Don’t hide yourself. I want to see you. All of you.”

He leaned down and kiss his lover passionately, filling the room in their heat all over again.

Eventually Hunter pulled away and leaned back to see what he was working with. Holding Drake’s legs, he lifted them up and moved his tail to the side. Whistling, he palmed a paw-full of ass and jiggled it playfully.

“Thick and bubbled up. I knew Charizard’s were thick, but this ass is perfect. Made for a fat dick. How are you still a virgin?”

“I just…wanted my first time to be with someone I’m genuinely interested in is all.

“And that’s why you’re cute.”

Hunter licked his lips and, telling his partner to keep his legs up, spread his cheeks apart. Expecting to find a winking hole waiting for him, he instead simply saw a black plug fitted inside Drake instead. He looked over into Drake’s eyes with a puzzled look.

“I uh…was hoping we’d get this far tonight.”

Rolling his eyes with a grin, he leaned down and took the plug by his teeth. Pulling slowly, he heard the satisfying pop he wanted, and dropped the plug. Those moans were just the icing on the cake for tonight.

“Did you ju…oh…oh fuck.”

Hunter cut the dragon off as he smacked his throbbing member against the willing, patient hole. Drake’s tail lit up just a little brighter from excitement as he was slowly being stretched open. Hunter didn’t take his eyes off his lover, making sure he was enjoying himself as his rod slipped in a little more, then more. The dog felt those hot, tight rings stretch out with each inch he pressed in, and he laid a paw down on Drake’s abs to keep him from squirming.

It didn’t take much until his hips connected up to that nice, fat ass, and he heard the soft plap fill his ears as he bucked forward for good measure. He leaked a small drop of pre inside the tight muscle, and glanced down to see how much Drake’s cock was wet with his own pre. Hunter saw the dragon try to hide his face again, and stopped him as he leaned back down to lock his lips with his once more. Wrapping his paw around the throbbing shaft, using his years of experience, he pulled back and thrust forward again, making sure to strike against the dragon’s prostate while he jerked himself off. He could hear the faint muffled moan enter his mouth, and feel the tight squeeze on his dick from Drake.

“Mmmf…you okay?”

“Yeah, please don’t stop.”

Hunter grinned and turned up his thrusting, making sure to bounce the Charizard’s ass each time his hips connected. Watching that fat ass bounce on his cock, it filled the Arcanine with a sense of love and affection, and he hooked the dragon’s legs around his waist. Drake, in turn, wrapped his tail around the other’s poofy one, and kept them close while his body was pushed up more and more. Drake’s pecs bounced along with Hunter’s strongman belly, and his claws locked around the dog’s paws.

His prostate was attacked repeatedly, and Hunter had given up on jerking him off in favor of watching the dragon bust all over them both. Hunter’s snarls wormed their way into Drake’s ears, and he was feeling himself getting closer and closer with each thrust.

“Breed me, please! Cum in me!”

Hunter didn’t need to be told twice. He rocked his hips forward, creating the sweet slapping sound he needed to hear. Finally, his balls tightened and without a word, he shot his hot load deep inside the Charizard’s eager hole. Seed flooded deep inside his guts, and slightly extended his stomach from how much he was taking. The warm feeling of the seed he couldn’t capture running down his ass, along with the rubbing of his prostate by that fat cock he was in love with drove him to his breaking point. Drake quickly felt the seed shoot from his cock and land up against his chest and chin, and tasted a few drops that landed on his hanging tongue. Swallowing it eagerly he looked up at Hunter’s grinning features as he was trying to rub some of the cum off of his fur.

“S-sorry! I can get a towel or something!”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Hunter scooped some of the seed onto his finger and licked it off, much to the arousal of Drake.

“Tastes just as good as I thought it would. How was your first time?”

“It was amazing! Can we…”

“Do it again soon? Definitely. As long as I get to call you mine at this point?”

Drake’s heart felt heavy hearing that and leaned up, taking the initiative to kiss his new partner passionately. Neither unlocked their tails nor their hands. Instead, they stayed together in a loving embrace for the rest of the night.

“Heh, look at you two, all trussed up and no where to go…such good boys.”

Thatch was busy gloating to himself somewhat as the two legendary Pokémon kneeled down in front of him, their leashes in his clawed grip and his dick in the other. He stroked it slowly, taunting the Lugia and Koraidon with a domineering gaze. The Feraligatr was a reference to the pair of friends by a third acquaintance of theirs after it was mentioned they were looking for a somewhat more ‘rough’ experience. It just so happened this fresh, out of college gator was the answer they were looking for.

Ceaser, the bulky yet strong Lugia, and Heath, the bodybuilding Koraidon, had known each other for years, ever since they were children. As they matured they realized their interest in the same sex, and confiding in each other while wishing to loose their virginity to a trusted friend, they let their hands explore each other’s bodies in college. It was a one time thing however, as though they enjoyed it immensely they wished not to continue out of respect for their friendship, and pursued other bachelors.

Ceaser explored the romantic dating life, going from failed relationship to failed relationship, while Heath pursued a more lustful existence, having the daily hookup for months at a time. However, each time, they were both the top, their holes never fully explored except for the occasional pinky, tail, or snout spreading them apart. They wanted to feel that more, to let themselves fully buy into the submissive side for a change. That was when a certain Lucario explained to them one of his friends could take care of all their problems. They just had to meet up with the Feraligatr at his house after hours, and the twenty-one year old frat boy would give them what they wanted. “Make sure to wear these as well,” is what they were told, as they were handed bejeweled buttplugs to slip inside their tight, virgin holes, and collars to slip around their pretty necks.

“I see Tyson got you all prepared for this tonight as well. Good.”

Thatch walked behind them both, telling them to stay facing forward and lean forward to get a look at their plump butts. On Ceaser, he was very well caked up, as his soft cushions were perfectly suited to being manhandled and jiggled in his crocodile claws. Giving it a smack and getting a wince out of the Lugia, he turned over to Heath, whose body was built stout and firm. Thatch lifted up the scaled tail and took a look at the rear end he was getting ready to enjoy. It wasn’t as large, but what lacked in size made up for in solidness, less jiggly but could take more of a beating. These two would be perfect. Taking Ceaser’s left cheek and Heath’s right, he spread them apart to get a good look at the toys inside their waiting holes.

“How long have you guys had these in there for me?”

“Since this morning.”

Being able to answer quickly without question; perfect. Thatch leaned in and pressed his lips to the Lugia, kissing him in a deep passion and driving his tongue down his throat, while ignoring the hushed moans coming from his other sub tonight. He laid a clawed foot on Ceaser’s slowly hardening shaft, and felt the pulse of arousal against his toes. He reached a claw over and pulled the Koraidon towards his body, and taking the back of his head, pressed the scaled lizards mouth into his crotch.

“Huff it, get my scent slut,” the Feraligatr demanded before returning to the drooling Lugia’s waiting mouth. The croc’s dick throbbed in the tight underwear around his waist, just waiting to burst free and paint these two white. He was apprehensive to the idea, but with a forced sniff, the aroma of manly musk filled his nostrils, and Heath pressed into the bulge more. His tongue rolled out from his mouth and he couldn’t help but give the sweet spot some much needed attention. They had only started, but each was enjoying the attention from their master tonight. The collars on their necks signified their ownership for the night.

Thatch pulled away, his spit forming a string that connect him with the Lugia, and broke it off by spitting it down on his bulge. He watched as Heath lapped it up, and grinning to himself, he pulled both back off with a tug of the leash. He pushed Ceaser to his knees to join his friend, and pulled the underwear off of his body. His dick flopped out, a pre soaked mess just waiting to breed and destroy two tops, just like his usual routine. Telling Ceaser to wait his turn, he grabbed Heath by the feathers on his head and angled his dick, pressing the wet tip to the lizard’s mouth.

“Open.”

And with that, he obliged. How did he never do this before. Being submissive like this, although new, was much more fun. At least until the tip struck the back of his throat, and the gagging sound escaped his lips. Pulling his foot away from the Lugia’s cock he started to rub the Koraidon’s now, who was in desperate need of the attention as evidenced by the pre collecting on the floor.

“Hold it there bitch, get used to it. You though, get back there and get to licking.”

With another tug, Ceaser was pulled closer to Thatch’s side. The Lugia understood his assignment and scooted himself behind the Feraligatr. Thatch lifted his thick tail and leaned his lower half back while pulling the head of Heath with him to keep his lips wrapped around uncomfortably. The croc’s exposed hole was in full view, his ass just as plump as Ceaser’s own, but just as firm as Heath’s. This guy definitely took care of himself, most likely for the attention and admiration of his nightly trophy fucks. However, his hole was also looser than the pairs. Did this dominate frat boy like to take dick as well? Ceaser started to wonder how good it would feel to have that hole riding his cock, but his intrusive thought was disturbed as the plump ass and puffy hole pressed against his face.

“I said lick.”

Lick he did. His tongue escaped his mouth and just like that, lapped up and down the exposed tailhole. He pressed it in, then darted it out, prompting his face to be grinded up against to tell the Lugia to get back in there. Thatch turned his attention back to the Koraidon on his cock, finally having calmed down his gagging and now was slowly working on bobbing his head to blow the croc’s member. He didn’t even need to be told. What a wonderfully natural cum dump. Thatch slowly thrusted back and forth, his ass pressing on the Lugia’s tongue and face, and his dick hitting the back of the lizard’s throat. It was a steady rhythm, a very good one. His balls churned, wanting to bust, but who would take the load. He figured best one tonight would earn it. Then, there was a slapping sound, one he quickly realized and did not permit.

“Hands off your dicks boys. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Ceaser moaned inside that wet tailhole his tongue was buried in. He reluctantly let his shaft go, its throbbing of agony on his mind while he swirled his tongue deep around inside the breeding tunnel. Heath however grumbled, and letting his own dominance take over, refused. He enjoyed this, being used like this, but he wasn’t going to stop. It’s his cock, he can jerk it if he wants too. As the slapping and jerking sounds continued from the one sucking him off, Thatcher grew more annoyed at being ignored, and tugged the Koraidon’s leash off of him.

Heath was taken aback, and didn’t realize the Feraligatr standing over him now with a dissatisfied expression plastered on his face. Heath felt actual disappointment at letting his own hubris take over, after all they asked for this kind of treatment, and decided to let the croc do whatever he felt was best to make this right. Being turned around and pushed onto the floor front first, his claws were pulled back and the sound of a click to his wrists kept them locked and bound behind his back. From behind, licking his lips and catching his breath, Ceaser froze at seeing his childhood friend in such a precarious position. His ass, up and still plugged, he had to wonder, was it really best they had agreed not to explore each other further. Right now, he wanted to breed that tight hole.

“Since your friend here wanted to fuck things up tonight and not mind, I think it’s only fair you receive the same punishment.”

The Lugia stayed perfectly still as he found himself in the same situation as Heath. His wrists were locked behind his back with another pair of handcuff, and unable to break them away he was at the Feraligatr’s mercy. Getting a kinky idea he got both up to their knees and pulled them together. Both of their eyes were locked on each other, curious as to what was about to happen, then suddenly there was darkness. Blindfolded and still, both felt hard meat pressing against their lips, and felt it rub against them as it thrusted back and forth.

“Make it up to me you two. Get back to licking.”

So they did. As the cock slipped past them, they would kiss and lick it, tasting its wetness from pre and spit on both their tongues. And then they licked it again, and again, eliciting sweet moans and bellows from the croc using them both. They both grunted and moaned, shifting their arms around wishing they could pleasure themselves as throbbing meat touched their tender lips. Once more, as Thatch pulled away, the pairs own lips connected, and unable to hold themselves back they locked in and pressed their tongues into each other’s happy maws. There they wrestled and swirled, getting a taste of what the other felt like inside the unexplored hole, while the slapping of dick on top of their faces and the sputtering of pre on their noses kept them going.

As hot as it was to see these two making out, Thatch felt he was ready to breed one of them, and decided to best decide who earned it by how good their fuckholes felt. With that, letting them slowly finish their kiss, he pulled both to his bed and pushed them both on top. As an idea formed in his head he had the Koraidon laying flat on his back and made the Lugia lay on top of him, making it so both holes were presented to his crocodile shaft and ready to explore both. With one last idea, taking some rope from under the bed he bound the two together at the chest, making sure the rope was secured around them both and with no slack for them to move. They were stuck, and as he saw Heath’s tail covering his plugged up hole, he decided he would go first.

Reaching a claw down he pulled the plug out with a pop and tossed it behind him, while his other claw gripped both of their cocks and stroked them together. Each moaned into the other’s ears and let their pre coat their shafts as well as Thatch’s claw. Eliciting those manly moans from two pent up and bound guys on his bed was a dream come true, and with a press of the tip to his entrance, the Feraligatr slipped in and felt a tightness he hadn’t felt in forever. Even with a plug, the Koraidon’s walls were really shut off from a good pounding, so deciding to do him a service and stretch them out, he began his thrusting. In and out, in and out, the motions were natural, and his balls were clapping against the bed.

Heath’s toes curled, and he leaned his head up to go back to making out with Ceaser. Their moans mixed and muffled in each other as their cocks were milked by their shared dom’s grip, with Heath only feeling more pleasure as his insides were rearranged with the exploring shaft. In and out, in and out, more stretching and pre filling up his insides. He clenched on the cock, his tight walls slowly weakening while his tail lashed about and occasionally smacking the Lugia’s he was bound too. And then…the pop as Thatch pulled out told him the Feraligatr was moving to the other. He broke the kiss to catch his breath, and saw in Ceaser’s eyes how lost in pleasure he was as their master pulled his plug and sunk into him.

The Lugia, for all it was worth, took the shaft like an expert, and felt the gator’s hips connecting up against him as he thrusted into and out repeatedly. His giant hands clenched behind his back in the handcuffs, and his dick throbbed with his friend as he was explored now. He tried clenching as well, taking the gator’s cock and hearing it slide out with a massive pop…he had to wonder who would be taking the massive load building up from their dom. Thatch gripped the Lugia’s tail and hoisted it up as he quickened his pace to make plapping sounds fill the room that were loud enough to drown out the two sub’s moans of ecstasy. Ceaser couldn’t help but thrust his body downward in time with the rhythmic strokes, and each motion just added more pleasure to the friend bound underneath him. They were grinding amongst themselves, growing closer and closer each passing second.

Thatch pulled out and slipped back inside the Koraidon, then after a few thrusts would pull out and slip back into the Lugia. He would thrust, pull out, and do it to the next. He felt his balls tighten as the massive wave of churning seed was ready to burst, and both felt so good. He wasn’t sure who exactly deserved his coveted load…so he decided both should get it. As he thrust inside Heath one last time he could feel it, the wave of fertile cum shooting out from his tip and burying itself deep inside the Koraidon’s stretched out hole. He let a few ropes of seed slip down that breeding tunnel before quickly pulling out, leaving a nice, hot rope of his cum to slip out the fighting types used hole before burying himself back inside the Lugia’s used ass to shoot the rest into. Although not as much as one would’ve got by himself, both moaned as the warm ropes coated their insides white.

As he hilted himself inside Ceaser, Thatch moaned in their ears as he collapsed onto the Lugia’s back. They still needed to cum after all. He could give them that at least. So, out of an appreciation for their willingness to offer their bodies up to him, Thatch slipped down off the pair and got onto his knees. As best he could, he slipped the pairs throbbing cocks into his eager mouth and sucked on just the tips. His tongue swirled around, taking the pre onto his tongue and swallowing it with pride and greed, ready for these two moaning behemoths to cover the back of his throat in sticky, salty goodness. With two moans and a passionate shared kiss, they obliged, and both subs came at the same time, letting their rubbing balls empty into their dom’s mouth. Thatch swallowed each rope with glee, tasting that unfamiliar liquid as it hit his tongue, and he gulped it down until there was nothing left but the leftover spillage on the corner of his mouth.

He pulled off the pair and, with a lick to his lips, untied the duo. Each rubbed their wrists and, with encouragement from Thatch, retrieved their discarded plugs to slip back into their filled holes. As they turned they saw the Feraligatr resting lazily on the bed, worn out and barely looking up at them. With a wink to each other they crawled up beside the gator and each rested a head on his chest, letting all three drift off to sleep in the warm afterglow of their fun-filled night.