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31:65. Way too late to be coming home. But Marco had had more than a few nights like this…it was inevitable when you worked IT and emergencies happened. Especially when you had idiots working in the office that didn’t know how to do things yet believed they didn’t need to get a specialist on hand to fix problems, resulting in them breaking things catastrophically, and your boss was paying you extra to scramble to get things fixed before the workday opened again tomorrow so they didn’t lose even more money from people having to sit idle.

He really did not get paid enough for this.

But he was still getting paid pretty well, so he couldn’t really justify trying to move on. You had to take what life gave you sometimes, even if it was entirely unexpected. And life tended to love its curveballs, so Marco was trying to just take the approach that it was better to try to go with the flow when it was possible. Still, it wouldn’t have killed the managers at the office to at least TRY to train people to do the right thing…just because the unexpected was inevitable didn’t mean EVERY unexpected thing had to be inevitable.

He stretched as he put away his coat and shoes, yawning heavily into the darkness. Silence greeted him back, as always - he lived alone, no family with him, no partners, nothing of the sort, and he wasn’t really looking all that hard. He’d never minded being on his own, and while the idea of having some special person in his life wasn’t one he was averse to, he wasn’t really pushing to make it happen, either. It was no stretch to say that Marco was unfamiliar with the dating scene, and didn’t really know how to make those sorts of things happen…he always figured he would figure it out when the time came. In the meantime, he was living a life he considered decent, and why shake things up too much when it wasn’t necessary?

Besides, if I’m gonna consider dating, I probably want to get into a little bit better shape. Marco rubbed a hand absently over his stomach, which was perhaps a little bigger than he would have liked. He was on the shorter side and had a stockier build, and he wasn’t hanging super heavy, but enough to think he could probably get a little lighter. The common consequence of a desk job…he just couldn’t really find it in himself to keep going to the gym consistently. Maybe he was overthinking it, he didn’t want to be that hung up on looks, but other people could be…if he wanted to try to play the dating scene, he wanted to give himself better chances, right? Or did he want to filter out the shallow ones instead? Marco wasn’t really sure what the best approach was…someone had to know, he’d have to ask sometime. When he felt like it.

Another yawn escaped him as he headed up the stairs to his bedroom. At this point, thinking about stuff like that didn’t really do anything for him - he just wanted to get into his bed, fall asleep, and wake up refreshed for work tomorrow. He could worry about that sort of thing another time. He opened the door to his bedroom, flicked on the light…

And froze.

He had to blink a couple of times to be sure that he wasn’t seeing things. Because he was absolutely, unquestionably, beyond a doubt seeing a Houndoom morph laying on his bed, hands cocked behind his head on his pillow like he owned the damn place. Oh, and he was entirely naked. And sporting - nay, flaunting, the way his legs were spread - a monster of an erection that was visibly steaming, and no doubt accounting for the sulfury, spicy, musky odor hanging in the air. With a cocky grin on his face, and eyes boring right into Marco’s.

Marco probably should have reacted with something other than dead silence, but it was just so unexpected that his brain almost refused to accept that he was seeing what he was seeing.

Eventually, the Houndoom spoke up, with a deep, slightly growly and yet somehow oily-smooth voice. “Normally when strangers appear uninvited, residents start asking questions. Though if you’re simply in awe of me, I’m flattered.”

The voice seemed to spark Marco’s brain back into gear. “You…what…how…what? Who…who are you? How did you get in here?”

“Heh heh, that’s more like it. But let’s start with answers you aren’t looking for.” Marco blinked again, utterly confused. “You don’t know me…but I know you. Marco Suarez, 34 years old, working for Travers & Solomon for the past eight years as an information technology specialist. Single, no history of marriage or kids, one sister who lives overseas, parents both deceased, no close contact with extended family, low-activity social life. Nominally inclined towards males, but exhibiting a distinct lack of practice.”

Marco’s jaw dropped. “That…what?! H-how do you know all that?!”

“Easy. I do research. I get to know a bit about my targets…makes it easier to do what I do.” The Houndoom’s grin broadened. “And me? You can call me Nebiros. Though that probably means less to you than all I know does to me.”

“Tar…get? What…what am I…why are you…why are you here? HOW are you here? My door was locked!”

“Snrk. As if a little thing such as a locked door will stop me. I have plenty of talents, and illicit entry is one I have in particularly high volume. Getting into places is the easy part, it’s getting out that’s usually harder.” Nebiros rose up a bit, now sitting upright but still showing off that very red rocket that was staining the air with its odor. “This was hardly a challenge. In fact, it wouldn’t have been even remotely a challenge to waltz in here and rob you blind. I could have taken everything of value in here and you never would have figured out how it happened…hm, to be sure, I still could. Even if you called the police right now, you’d find that I’d’ve vanished, like I’d never been here…and I’d come back while you were out and take whatever I wanted, no matter what precautions you thought to take. I’ve seem them all, Marco, and trust me, there’s nary a one that’s undefeatable, especially to one as talented and experienced as myself.”

Marco felt himself getting more and more nervous. That confidence that Nebiros spoke with…it was impossible NOT to believe what he was saying. What could he do against such an insidious intruder? Clearly being caught was not something Nebiros feared, not when he had waited for Marco like this…his lean, yet toned body right in Marco’s face, that thick tool searing into his eyes…Marco blinked, those had not been his usual thoughts, and seemed very out of place for what was going on. Shouldn’t he have been incensed by this presence? Terrified, angry? Right now it was like his brain was struggling to figure out the correct reaction.

“But perhaps it doesn’t have to be that way.” Nebiros stroked under his muzzle, a devious look in his eyes. “Perhaps we can work something out…you can willingly allow me to take one thing in this cozy little home, and I will leave the rest untouched. No fight, no resistance, just acceptance of my taking one thing. Does that not sound like a fantastic deal? Security in exchange for a very modest surrender?”

“I…” It probably should not have been so hard to think at this moment, when he really, REALLY needed to be able to think properly to figure out how to deal with this Houndoom morph that seemed to have every advantage over him. He was physically more fit and capable - and Marco was really not liking how his mind kept being drawn to that in spite of everything, what WAS going on with him? He was clearly mentally sharper, speaking with the air of someone who was quite intelligent and had a good deal of practical wisdom. And he had the emotional edge, his voice as even and collected as someone who was right where they belonged, while Marco was feeling almost like he DIDN’T belong, even though it was his own house. It wasn’t the best situation to be in, for sure, and he at least knew he had to be very careful about how to proceed. “How…can I trust you’d just…leave it at that? After all the time you spent learning about me, after telling me you could do anything you wanted…how do I know you’ll really be satisfied with…just one thing?”

Nebiros smirked a bit at the query. “Indeed, how could you know? I suppose you’ll just have to trust me. But think about it a moment, Mister Suarez…” The way that came off of the Houndoom’s tongue felt slickly farcical, and Marco twinged a bit - Nebiros was so clearly toying with him, which made him all the more uncomfortable. “If I’m trying to deal with you on just one thing, that must mean that there’s one thing in here that I want more than anything else. One thing that would make it worth going to all this trouble. And as for whether you think I would come back for more…why would I try to drive a bargain, in that case? Or reveal that I could very easily come in any time I wanted? All things which are utterly unnecessary for you to know, yet here I am, speaking to you about it. It must mean that I have a reason to hold up my end, mustn’t it?”

It was hard to argue with the logic, though Marco felt like he wanted to, just to not be lulled into those slick words so easily. Nebiros was talking around something, making it not clear at all what he could want. Marco didn’t exactly have a lot to take - he had a reasonably cozy home with normal furnishings, electronics that weren’t cheap but were also not dramatically overpriced, nothing particularly valuable as far as precious items. He wasn’t someone who lived ostentatiously, didn’t flaunt wealth even though he was comfortable, he just attended to his mundane needs and wants…an ordinary burglar would certainly find enough to care about, but he couldn’t think of anything truly special which would inspire this baleful canine to the lengths he’d clearly gone to. Which meant…surely, allowing him one thing couldn’t be TOO bad, right? Probably the most inconvenient thing he could take would be Marco’s computer, which had a lot of things on it which he would miss…but that was why he made back-ups, he could surely replace it if he needed to. Even that, though, didn’t seem like an attractive target for Nebiros…that was something he could so easily have walked out with, wasn’t it? If he was doing this, it had to be something harder for him to snatch and run with…but what on earth could fit that bill?

Marco wrestled with it internally for a while, but the conclusion was hard to argue with: agreeing to Nebiros’ proposal seemed to have relatively few disadvantages to anything else he could do. Which didn’t mean he loved it, but he felt like there weren’t any better options. So with trepidation, he swallowed and spoke. “All…all right. If you…if there’s something you really want in here…I’ll…I’ll let you take it.”

The widening grin on Nebiros’ face made Marco even more nervous. “Heh, just what I hoped to hear. I’ll bet you’re just DYING to know what it is that I’m going to take, aren’t you?” The human nervously nodded, he half-didn’t want to know as well but the mystery was certainly compelling. “Well, I suppose you’ll be finding out one way or another, so there’s no point in holding you in too much more suspense. What I intend to take…is you.”

Marco blinked, struggling to comprehend. “You…what? You’re…you’re going…to kidnap me?!”

“Heh heh…abduction is far too crude and complicated for my taste. Think outside the box, my pet…the word ‘take’ has many delicious alternate meanings.” Nebiros leered at Marcos, licking his chops. “Perhaps you can muse on them as you remove those unnecessary clothes from your body, and offer yourself to me as you were meant to.”

It took a beat, but Marco caught onto the not-terribly-subtle insinuation…his face flushed red as the intention of the canine was suddenly made much clearer to him. Perhaps he’d have figured it out sooner if he hadn’t been so out of sorts…but it still was quite the thing that was being pushed in his face. Give himself over to Nebiros? Let the Houndoom use his body? Be his…pet? He had used that word…was this meant to be just a one-time thing or was Nebiros playing for keeps? There was a lot to this and he didn’t have any time to unpack it all…and it was only then that he’d realized he’d started to strip without even noticing, his shirt almost totally unbuttoned and his belt buckle unfastened. Why was he so…compliant? It was like some part of his brain had surrendered all reluctance, and the part that still was was too wrapped up in things to notice.

“No need to be shy, my pet…after all, you can tell that I’M not.” Nebiros was laying back a little again, spreading himself to put everything on display…and that was quite literally everything. Marco couldn’t pull his gaze from him…that dark, furry body with strength barely masked under the surface, not a monster strongman but undoubtedly superior to a comparably-sized human…that thick red spire that stuck out against the dark backdrop, almost beckoning to him as it swayed a little back and forth…that powerful, dusky scent that clung to the inside of his nose, impossible to properly process yet some part of him felt oddly comfortable with it, despite the slight burn it left. His disrobing continued, unconsciously as he found himself locked in on that body, those spread legs giving a view of everything from that steaming dick to the tail wagging between those paws. It wasn’t until he heard the belt thump against the floor that he realized he was done with that part…and it was almost like he was entranced as he stepped out of his dropped pants and moved towards Nebiros. Still nervous, that hadn’t faded at all, but he was finding resistance awfully hard to muster.

“Mrrrr, now that’s more like it…delicious little pet.” Marco felt himself redden a bit more…he was quite unused to compliments about his body, in any way. One clawed finger from Nebiros curled inwards, beckoning the human closer…Marco followed it almost as if in a trance, and he wasn’t so sure that wasn’t the case, with how much he was surrendering to the Houndoom. He idly wondered if it was a bad idea to be indulging the canine…and then he was on the bed, and it seemed largely immaterial whether it was a bad idea or not, not with that thick rod up so close to him, giving off plenty of that slick, sulfuric scent. It was so strong, and yet, oddly…alluring, for reasons he didn’t understand.

Closer he went, his mind paralyzed in the combative clutches of curiosity and reservation, leaving his body to act on its own, to follow its own desires, and it clearly knew what it wanted. His head descended as Nebiros coaxed him on. “That’s right…savor my taste, Marco, enjoy what I have to offer to you.” It felt very odd to him that every single way Nebiros addressed him had exactly the same tenor as ‘pet’ did…but he got no time to try to think further on that, as his tongue met that cock and put everything else out of mind. Immediately he was assailed by a fierce burn and spiciness that made him pull back a bit, but Nebiros’s hand caught his head and pushed him back into it. “No need to be shy…it won’t hurt you. The best way to get used to it is by experience…”

Marco didn’t put up much resistance, pushing back into it and letting his tongue make contact again. The heat was so intense, but as he kept licking, he slowly got a little more used to it…it wasn’t really that much weaker but he could endure it better. The flavor of it came through more, a spicy and meaty tang that was tinged with an oiliness that made the burn linger more on his tongue even when it wasn’t in contact. A slight drool of precum was caught up on his tongue in one of the licks, which felt hotter and slicker, like it spread to cover his tongue on contact. All of it very strong, and yet…the more he was exposed to it, the more he found himself partial to it, despite its unfamiliarity, despite its intensity. It wasn’t enjoyable in the same way as he enjoyed the flavor of food, this was distinctly different, distinctly foreign, distinctly desirable on another level.

“Not bad, pet, but you can do more than lick.” Marco felt Nebiros’s paws come down onto his back, coaxing the human a little closer, and he complied without even really thinking about it. His mouth opened and he took the tip of that cock inside, letting that burn spread over the rest of his oral cavity…his tongue had already primed it a little bit, so it was a little bit easier to get used to, but still quite intense. His initial bobs were tentative, hesitant, but those feelings receded little by little. Why did he need to be concerned? It wasn’t like he was doing anything wrong or unnatural, right? It was just sucking a dick…millions of people did that on a daily basis. Maybe they weren’t all doing it on someone who had just broken into their home, but did that really matter?

…It registered to him that it really should have, and yet he struggled to muster any emotional aversion to that. Rather than question it, he bobbed more onto that cock, taking it deeper, his throat parting with little resistance to allow the tip to slip inside. Nebiros’s hand rubbed his head encouragingly, and Marco found himself enjoying that a little…not sure why, it seemed maybe a mildly patronizing gesture, but he didn’t feel patronized, he felt content. And aroused…he was definitely hard, even though he couldn’t pay any real attention to it, that erection wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. Maybe Nebiros would take care of it if he did what he was asked to…why was he thinking like that? He’d never responded this way to anyone before, certainly not anyone he had interest in, much less a total stranger…

He could feel pulsing heat in that dick now, along with a very slight throb and more squirts of pre that drooled down his throat, leaving a sharp burning feeling through his passage. Nebiros had to be close…he wasn’t exactly experienced in these things but the change couldn’t have come from nowhere. He had to keep going, had to get the Houndoom’s seed into him…he bobbed harder, slurping a little more on that staff and bringing a hand to massage and squeeze that knot. He couldn’t open wide enough to get that knot into him, but he could do a little more to stimulate him, to give Nebiros what he wanted and get what Marco wanted…his master’s cum…

Down he went one last time, and then he felt it, the gush of lava into his throat, pumping down into him, a searing heat that made him shudder as it bolted into his gullet. Some of it washed back into his mouth, and he clamped down hard to try to keep it from escaping as he tried to swallow…it was a futile effort, some of that blazing fluid dribbled out from his lips and leaked down that thick knot, threatening to stain his bedcovers if it got any more copious. He sucked, he swallowed, he slurped, and he moaned wantonly like a slut as he drank from the demon dog. It was oily, peppery, hot and spicy, and it was addictive…there was a high in his mind that he couldn’t really understand, but it wasn’t like any he’d had before, and he very much liked it.

Nebiros humped a bit as he continued to unload, but it was restrained; his growl of euphoria was quiet, but rang in Marco’s ears, making his heart lighten. His lust grew as he continued to nurse that shaft until the emissions abated, a small part of him disappointed to not savor that flavor more but a larger part happy to have brought Nebiros to such a wonderful climax. He blinked a bit as the impact of that thought hit him…this felt unlike him, even though it also felt so natural…

…Oh. Oh…I fucked up…

He’d been so distracted by the break-in and everything that had happened, he hadn’t thought about the implications of what were going on. That corruptive musk that permeated his bedroom, luring him in, encouraging his submission and concession, tinged with the essence of that canine who had such a strong dominant streak, ensuring it had the potency to suborn him...he’d fallen right into the trap and hadn’t even realized. And now it was too late, he’d just drank from that corruptive tap, a much more concentrated and potent essence that compounded the effect on his already pliant mind. Trying to escape now felt impossible, and more importantly undesirable…Nebiros was molding him into the pet he wanted him to be. And as he pulled off, panted, stared at the still-proud erection in front of him, that sexy Houndoom body with a chest heaving slightly from the intensity of that climax…he couldn’t bring himself to care. None of those thoughts bothered him in the slightest…in fact, there was something attractive about them, something that made him feel like it was right. The only thing left to do was surrender fully to them.

And Nebiros could tell…he could see it in the cocky look in the canine’s eye, he’d known exactly how he was playing Marco from the start. “On your back, pet…it’s time for you to get properly taken.”

The part of Marco that questioned this was basically impotent now; in a haze, the human complied, pulling away from Nebiros and flipping himself slowly onto his rear and back, yielding his body to the authority of the Houndoom. And Nebiros took full advantage, rising up and bearing down on Marco, looming over him as his hands pressed down on the human’s shoulders. A facsimile of a pin, but not a tight one - if Marco tried, he could have worked out of it. But he wasn’t trying, wasn’t even contemplating it. His eyes bored into Marco’s, almost like they were piercing directly into his soul…maybe they were, with as tight a grip as he had on the human now.

“Relax for me, pet…open yourself to me, allow me to claim you as you agreed. It’s not so bad, right? I can sense that you enjoy it…this feeling of closeness that you’ve been starved of, the touch of another…the need to yield to someone who knows how to make you yield…allow my fire to brand you as mine, so you need never be wanting for this again…”

Every word seemed perfectly primed to be received as the most wanted thing he could come up with. Marco couldn’t help but find himself agreeing with all of it…were they planted truths, or truths that Nebiros had simply unmasked from behind his walls? Dark-types could be slick, but they weren’t like Psychics, they didn’t read thoughts, just emotions…Marco didn’t really know if they could plant such things. Corruption was a nebulous thing…in practical terms, though, it made little difference, as he was already spreading himself wider, lifting his hips to give Nebiros better access. His rear end wasn’t totally unaccustomed to this sort of use, but it was well out of practice…yet, he had the sense that Nebiros wasn’t going to be gentle with him, and again he was devoid of complaint.

A strained cry escaped him as that blazing poker pierced him, drove in deep, smacking that burning bulb against his cheeks. Not gentle at all, for sure, but that furious heat overrode the pain, leaving just the stretch that he had to get used to, and that thermal pulse was gradually abating that. Nebiros let out a small chuckle as he pulled slowly out, and then humped back in vigorously, pushing a much more relaxed moan out of his human. He slid in and out so easily, his slick fluids assuring passage wasn’t impeded in any meaningful way. Even as big as he was - and he was big, not quite the monster that Marco knew some Pokémon and Pokémorphs could be down there, but still quite a bit superior to his prior human experience - it felt like his body yielded as if designed precisely to fit him to perfection. He could hear Nebiros growling in pleasure as he claimed his pet, enjoying the squeeze of Marco’s body around him…and he was returning what he was receiving, that heat so stimulating, that thickness working every part of him, his prostate not merely poked but slammed and roasted, the searing slippery precum coating his walls and sensitizing him even further. It was unlike anything Marco remembered, and a part of him was wondering how he had missed out on this for so long. His own erection was swaying from the movement, leaking slightly as the sharp rushes of pleasure bolted through it.

Nebiros lowered down over him as he upped the intensity, his body getting closer and his head nearing Marco’s, hot breath washing over the human’s face as he leaned in close. “That’s a good pet…let’s hear you get a little louder for me, hm? I may be able to feel your pleasure but I want to hear it, too.” A quick lick to Marco’s nose helped with that, Marco giving a bit of a cry from the sharp heat which burst that dam wide open…now he was crying out rhythmically, stopping to draw in breath and then letting it out with a renewed blissful wail. His hands reached for Nebiros, grasping his pelt and clinging on tight as he tried to draw the canine closer. And Nebiros give him what he wanted, lowering down further until he was more or less laying on top of Marco, his hands going from pinning those shoulders to sneaking under his body and holding to him, possessively yet passionately.

Now Marco was feeling more than just action he hadn’t known for a while, but also intimacy he hadn’t known perhaps at all. That hot, muscular body on top of him, coarse dark fur rubbing against his skin, that infernal rod drilling into him and radiating its monumental heat…it was all starting to get to his head, making it spin as he lost himself in the rush of everything, euphoric moans and cries still rushing from his mouth, counterpart to those salacious and domineering growls that Nebiros gave. His cock was being rubbed by that furry body now, stimulated from outside and inside, rushing towards a desperately-wanted finale that he hadn’t realized how much he’d been missing, knew he wouldn’t be able to just forget about it again…

The loudest cry yet, albeit pushing his breath to the limit, erupted from Marco as he hit his climax, a harder orgasm than he’d felt in ages. Pearly seed spurted energetically from him, though it was scarcely visible as it splashed against Nebiros’s fur and between their grinding bodies. Nebiros didn’t hold back even a little bit, working Marco through his orgasm, pounding through that spasming asshole, trying to send more jots of raw delight through him to make it last as long as possible, and smacking that knot hard against Marco, trying to bury it inside and match the human’s height of pleasure. Marco’s head was reeling now, barely able to keep up with what was going on, buffeted by pleasure and stimulation…he wanted that knot so bad, wanted to feel it inside him, to feel it lock into him and ensure that potent payload was delivered right into him, to finally properly claim him and hake him Nebiros’s for good. His breathless voice unable to say the words, but his heart crying out for it…

And Nebiros answered, whether by incidence or deliberance, letting out a fierce snarl as that fiery bulge slammed hard against Marco’s pucker, which finally yielded as the tension of orgasm drained away, allowing Nebiros to pierce even deeper as he locked into his pet. Another aggressive cry from the Houndoom rang in Marco’s ears as that first gush of searing heat blasted into him…Nebiros’s seed felt like a lava rush deep inside his body, filling him up with an intense heat that radiated all throughout him, carrying with it that taint of corruption that was sealing the deal for him, finishing Marco’s initiation into the Houndoom’s life and embedding that submission into him indelibly. Not a physical mark, but it might as well have been a brand all the same, for what it meant for him…and whether it was the tranquility of the afterglow or fulfillment of a desire within him, Marco found this to be filling him with contentment, a placid smile on his face as he felt that sensational heat overwhelm his body, loosening him up and making him feel nice and relaxed.

He felt Nebiros stroke his back slightly, the Houndoom panting on top of him, plenty of heat pouring off of his body as well. “Hmmm…as satisfying as I thought it would be, if not more. You’re going to make a fine pet for me…and I daresay you’re going to find it just as agreeable. Hmhm, I can tell how drained you are, my Marco…don’t feel you have to fight it, let yourself slip to slumber if you wish…I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Whether that was meant as reassurance or not, Marco was taking it that way, and he definitely wasn’t holding on to consciousness much longer, not with that tranquilizing heat filling him. He was going to have to find out more about his new master, this stranger that had suddenly invaded his home and his life and made himself not just an accepted, but a welcome presence…but that was for another time, a time when he was less sleepy and more clear-headed. And maybe that time would be tomorrow, or maybe it wouldn’t be, but there didn’t seem to be much rush - he had a feeling Nebiros wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, and that thought sent him to slumber with a lightened heart and a happy smile.