FSE

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“I know we shouldn’t, but...goddamn, I’m so fucking horny I can’t think straight.”

“Hey, if you want to, Isaac, I’m up for it, I just wanna be sure we’re careful. It’s not a very private place…”

“Hardly anyone comes by here, Frey, and they won’t look in the alley, I’m sure. C’mon!”

A human and Charmeleon ducked into a dark alley aside the road, taking care to get in a fair ways. It was late at night, well after midnight, and the streets were empty, the two of them hadn’t seen anyone else on the entire walk. That was about the only reason Isaac felt willing to be daring for once, it was unlikely for anyone to notice them if they were quick. Admittedly, it was kind of a thrill as well, not one he’d normally chance, but he felt especially on edge today and that was spurring him to action. And he knew Frey would be game just about any time.

It probably wasn’t a smart decision. He lived in one of the rare places where Poképhilia was still illegal, and it didn’t appear that that would change any time soon. And he wasn’t sure what they’d do with him if they caught him - he was young, only 15, living on his own after several years of being a traveling trainer, now semi-retired but earning enough to keep a small apartment in the city. Because he was self-sufficient they might not treat him as a juvenile, and he could lose his trainer’s license and be separated from Frey either way...but, that would only be if someone who cared found out, and even a passerby would probably just want to look the other way.

“Try to keep your tail as low as possible.”

“I know, I know.” Frey was Isaac’s first Pokémon, and the only one who planned to stick with him through thick and thin. Others had been released to the wild or gifted to other trainers, as more suited their lifestyle, but after ten years of growing up with Isaac they were partners for life. In more ways than one, it turned out, they’d each been each other’s first sexual partner, and to this point only partner. Despite the lack of acceptance where they lived, they were pretty active in private...never like this before, but his hardening cock was proof that he didn’t really have a problem with it.

There was no build-up, no sweet talking or foreplay; that was for a safer time and place, and a less desperate one. This was all about release, and release as soon as possible. Isaac’s clothes were off just enough for access in less than a minute, and then he was on his hands and knees, ass in the air, begging for action. Frey didn’t waste any time, settling in behind Issac, standing on his legs for leverage. In moment, his roasting cock was slammed inside Isaac, both of them stifling moans at the pleasure of finally getting their rocks off.

Frey humped hard and fast, his dick getting hotter as he left himself go completely, taking care only to not let his voice get too loud. He wasn’t going to last long at the rate they were going, but that didn’t matter - they would likely screw again at home, and they could make it last then. Isaac, for his part, was also keeping quiet but reveling in the pleasure from the hot intruder in his rear, setting his prostate aflame as his own dick leaked a lot of pre.

The loudest noises were the wet smacks when Frey hilted into Isaac, standing out a bit too much for comfort, making their hearts race as adrenaline coursed through them. That only fueled them both, bringing them faster to their limits. Soon enough, they could take no more, and both of them let go at the same time, biting back the noises they desperately wanted to make. Isaac was filled with heat, a near-burn that he’d gotten very familiar with and very used to, one that only made his own pleasure stronger. He kept pushing back and clenching around Frey, trying to draw as much from the Charmeleon as possible, but Frey was rather quick to pull out this time. He knew that meant it was time to get going before they were caught.

“Quite the show you put on for us, boys.”

Too late. The light shining on them made both of them jerk their heads towards the alley entrance. Three men were standing out front, and at least two of them were using their phones to snap pictures of them, judging by the flashes going off. Isaac’s stomach wrenched as he realized there was no way he was going to be able to talk his way out of this, not with his pants down and ass dripping and Frey’s cock still leaking a bit.

“I’d say you already know you’re doing something out here that you’re not supposed to be doing.” The speaker was the man not taking the pictures, though he seemed just as intently drinking the scene in, grinning wider than should have been possible. He was tall and slightly heavyset, and had an air of authority about him, like he was in charge of something fairly important. “You could get in a lot of trouble for that...especially since we have plenty of evidence to share.”

“Please...don’t…” Isaac didn’t really know what to say; anything sounded feeble. Beside him, Frey was shaking, unable to formulate a word; he wanted to defend himself and Isaac but nothing was coming out.

The man let out a quiet laugh, the tone not nice but not altogether nasty either. “Well, now...I suppose we might be able to show our kinder side, if you earned it.” He flicked something in their direction, some kind of card, and they watched as it landed on the ground not too far from them. “Tell you what...you come down here Saturday night and showcase your...talents, and we’ll keep quiet about this little incident. If you aren’t there by 10 PM...well, I ain’t making any promises. Come on, boys, I think we’ve got all we need.”

The three men all turned and left, walking away with surprising silence...no wonder they’d been able to sneak up on them. The two let out breaths they had been holding, feeling their hearts start to slowly return to normal. Isaac pulled his pants back up finally, not minding the tacky feeling of the cum dripping out of him as he bent down to pick up the card. Frey offered his tail to help him read it.

“The Dark Ball...where carnal delights turn wild.” It wasn’t a place he’d ever heard of, but judging by the fairly secret nature of the encounter, and what the man had been suggesting for his payoff, he had a good guess what it was about. “If he’s wanting what I think he’s wanting…”

“Let’s discuss it somewhere where we might not be overheard,” Frey suggested; he was still feeling quite a bit anxious about the near miss.

“Right. Let’s get home.”

---

“Still can’t believe we were caught...the one time we push the limit, we get burned for it.” Isaac pounded the bed in frustration. “Our luck just sucks, doesn’t it?”

“It was a bad idea, I guess...I don’t blame you, I certainly didn’t stop it.”

“And it had to be someone who cared, too. You think they’ll really turn me in?”

Frey sighed, his steamy breath visibly rising in the air. “I don’t know...I hope not, but I don’t know whether we can take that chance. I don’t wanna lose you, Isaac, it’d wreck me.”

“I know, I don’t want to either...but I’m worried. I don’t know if we can trust them to keep their word...and even if they do, what might they have planned? They said a show, catering to my talents...no way they weren’t talking about Poképhilia.”

“Yeah...and I’m guessing it’s probably not me they’re thinking of. I doubt they’d go to that length if it was. You ever heard of this Dark Ball place?”

“No, but…” Isaac pulled the card out again, getting a better view of what was on it in the better light. “It talks about feeling the power of Pokémon like you never have before. That sure makes it sound like it’s supposed to be pretty rough.”

“I’ll bet they’ve got imposing ones...big, not gentle at all. Those guys didn’t seem like the type to like gentle. Are you...really considering going?”

“I...don’t know.” Isaac sighed. “Part of me says it’s really dangerous and may not even be worth it...but on the other hand...well...there’s a part of me that’s kind of interested and...er, excited. Not that I’d ever get bored with you or anything, but, I mean, you know how it is.”

“Er, yeah, I do…” Frey replied, a little evasively.

“Hm? Uh, does that...bother you?”

“Well...no, actually, it’s...kind of the opposite...I think it’d be really hot.”

Isaac started; this was a new admission to him. “Huh? Really?”

“Yeah...I, uh, never mentioned it because, well, I didn’t want you to think I didn’t think what we had was important, and I never really knew if you were a Poképhiliac in general or just attracted to me in particular...but, well, I...kind of have a thing for Pokémon fucking humans. Especially big Pokémon. And I’ve, well, kinda sorta fantasized about bringing you to some of my friends and having them bang the bejeezus out of you. The fact that it’s total strangers and that you’re kind of being forced into it...well, in a twisted kinda way, it makes it that much more appealing...I hope I’m not offending you with that...”

“Wow...I had no idea.” Unexpected though it was, the thought was rather growing on Isaac; he had accepted long ago that he was a pure Poképhile, and while he’d stayed with only Frey for numerous reasons, if he was open to the idea then maybe it was something they could explore together. “Well...you know, I would be willing to help that fantasy come true. And if you think this sounds hot...well, let’s try it, then. If nothing else, at least it’ll be some kind of fun for both of us.”

“Yeah, you’re right...um, I have...kind of an odd request. Can I...well, tape you?”

“Tape me?”

“Yeah...record you getting screwed by those Pokémon. It’s kinda...a thing I’ve been wanting to do for a while. Er, not with you, necessarily, but since it’s happening anyway...”

Isaac thought for a moment. “Well, I guess I don’t see the harm. If you’d like it, I’m game.”

The cheer in the Charmeleon’s face, and his rapidly wagging tail, was worth the added risk it brought. Frey looked in good spirits for the first time since they’d been caught, and that meant more to Isaac than anything. He just hoped that whatever came next wouldn’t dash his hopes of a good resolution.

---

Despite the agreement, things weren’t exactly settled. Misgivings were voiced, and both Isaac and Frey wondered if this was really something they wanted to go through with. Knowing very little about the Dark Ball, finding little more than seedy rumors about the place online, the risk that they were getting in over their heads was very real. Still, neither one wanted to risk their own relationship on that uncertainty; the prospect that the man would turn them in was too much for them. So, when the sun set on Saturday, the two found themselves at the appointed place, a nondescript door at the end of an alleyway, looking for all the world like nothing at all.

“You probably don’t get a lot of curious customers with a front like this,” Frey remarked.

“Given what they’re into, I’m guessing that’s intentional,” Isaac surmised. Tentatively, he stepped forward and knocked on the door. “I’d like to know who’s around that they don’t notice anything.”

“Maybe they don’t care?”

“Maybe, but you’d think if it’s a club that deals in...that, you’d get more noise than some would want to put up with.”

“Well, we know a thing or two about being quiet.” Isaac and Frey jumped; they hadn’t even heard the door open, despite being right in front of it. The man who had accosted them in the alleyway was standing there, grinning widely. “Glad you two decided to show up after all...I wasn’t looking forward to having to call something in. Come on in, we’ve got something prepared for you.”

A bit nervously, Isaac and Frey stepped inside. It was dark and dingy just inside the door, with very little light...light that was coming from below, through a panel on the floor that clearly opened up. The panel slid open just as soon as the man approached it, again with virtual silence; he beckoned, and they followed, descending down a rather tall staircase that was significantly nicer than the room above.

“Were you really going to report us?” Isaac asked, breaking the silence finally.

“Mm, perhaps...sympathetic as I am to you boys, it helps avert suspicion if you’re seen as a public opponent without being insane about it. Those guys who get all up in arms about it, they’re the closet cases...or at least suspected of being so.”

“That seems…”

“Cruel? I suppose...then again, maybe I just told you I would to get you here. Who knows?” The man shot Isaac another grin. “Well, I do, but I ain’t telling, so you’ll just have to wonder. So, what’s your name, kid?”

“Er, Isaac…” As he spoke, the stairs ended, and they found themselves in a rather long hallway with some doors along the walls. “And this is Frey.”

“Good, good. I’m Burt, and I’m the owner of the Dark Ball. I’m guessing you have an idea of what the place is about...but I can guarantee you don’t know the half of it.”

“That’s kind of an odd thing to say,” Frey remarked, looking a bit suspiciously at the man.

“You’ll understand eventually. Heh, and you...you look like you’re looking for more here than just an experience. Don’t usually get people bringing cameras in here.”

Frey felt himself redden. “W-well…”

“No need to explain! I certainly ain’t judging...you’re hardly the first Pokémon to want to see some humans get nailed. Usually a few of them around here. That’s why Poképhilia laws are bullshit...pretty obvious that you guys know what you want and can tell us all about it. They say it’s all about protecting Pokémon from predatory trainers, but they conveniently ignore that 90% of all human/Pokémon sex is consensual, and 9 of that remaining 10% is Pokémon-instigated.”

“That high?” Isaac exclaimed. “I didn’t realize...I thought it was something like half-and-half…”

“Yeah, you hear that a lot, but it’s just made up. They’ve done studies, you know? Best one arrived at the 90-10 ratio. Of course, they also said that in about two-thirds of those non-consensual cases the humans followed it up with a consensual encounter with that same Pokémon, and you never hear that either. Sure ain’t the same with humans, but it’s clear thing’re different with Pokémon.”

“Well, yeah,” Frey snickered. “Pokémon are fuckin’ amazing at sex.”

“I’ve been trying to work to make it legal here, like it is in a lot of other places at this point,” Burt continued, with a smile that suggested he knew exactly what Frey was talking about. “Of course, it’s all very hush-hush, under the radar, and I can’t exactly be public about it since they’re looking for any reason to discredit it. So in the meantime, this is a little outlet for those desires for those who I can trust to keep it on the down low.”

“And you think we’re going to keep it quiet?” asked Isaac.

“Well, you’re here, ain’tcha? You didn’t go running to the police...not that they’d believe you, since I have people handing out fake versions every now and then to throw them off. Or you might get one of the three or four officers who know me and look the other way...or the two who are regular customers.”

“Okay, I get it...you’re careful. And we’re not about to run out and risk having to out ourselves, yeah. So now that we’re here, what are you going to have us do?”

“Well, first, we’re going to step through here.” Burt stopped in front of a door near the end of the hallway, opening it up and leading them into what looked like a locker room of sorts, except a lot nicer. There were chairs and tables rather than benches, a small number of lockers up against the wall, and a large communal shower on one side, partly hidden by a wall. There was also a refrigerator with a clear door like what one might see at a store, stocked with bottles of water.

“Huh...this is pretty nice, but I know something’s coming,” observed Frey.

“Well, not for you, but for your buddy here. Step two: Isaac, you’re gonna get undressed and put your stuff into one of the lockers. Step three…” Burt pulled a bottle out of his pocket and tipped a couple pills into his hand. “You’re gonna take these, and down them with some water...take a bottle from the fridge, they’re on the house.”

“Sure, the water was what I was gonna ask about, not the strange pills you’re giving me,” Isaac replied dryly. “And you still haven’t told me what I’m actually doing.”

“Ah, so impatient. Well, I suppose it’s better that you’re prepared for it, anyway. Most of the rooms you see are private rooms for a human and Pokémon to get frisky...some of them are larger private rooms for a human and several Pokémon to get frisky. You bring in a full team and they all want a piece of you...but that’s beside the point. We also have another way for people to enjoy themselves: stage shows. A guy gets on stage and gets nailed by Pokémon while a few dozen to a couple hundred people watch, depending on the night. By the by, since it’s Saturday, it’s a pretty nice crowd out there, especially since I teased them with a special show.”

“W-wait...you want me to get on stage and get fucked...by a Pokémon...in front of...a crowd?”

“Oh, goodness, no. I want you to get fucked by FIVE Pokémon. One at a time, but five all told.”

“Whoa…” Frey sounded more impressed and enticed than aghast, which was a contrast to how Isaac was feeling about it.

“Don’t you worry, you’re not gonna have to do anything special. In fact, if you’d prefer, you won’t have to do anything at all more or less. Some people like to free-wheel it, others prefer the rack...with that, you get tied down and just get to take it, without having to worry about anything else. If you’d like, we could go with that.”

Oddly, the thought of that was more appealing to him; something about the idea of being tied down, not having to worry about what he was going to do up there, worked better in his head. It meant no escape, but with everyone watching, that was almost certainly not going to happen anyway, so… “Y-yeah...okay...I guess...I’d prefer the rack. And...the pills?”

“Nothing noxious, I assure you. They’re just gonna ensure that you last long enough. Hell, I know I couldn’t do five without help. They’ll keep you hard all the way through, and make sure that you feel like you want to keep going.”

Isaac still wasn’t sure if he should be trusting that, but he couldn’t find any real reason not to; if Burt had already gotten Isaac this far, drugging him seemed highly unnecessary. And he knew he wasn’t going to last through five Pokémon without help...with a nod he took the pills. “Okay...how long do I have to wait for them to take effect?”

“Just come out onto stage after you’ve downed them. It’ll take a bit of time to rig you up, and they should be working by then.”

“And...rigged up...you’ve got people working who’re gonna see me…”

Burt just grinned at him. “You ain’t the first, Isaac, and god willing you won’t be the last.”

He had a point; this was probably the last place that had any concern about nudity. “Okay...I guess I’ll get ready then.”

“Good boy. And Frey, I can bring you to the stage where some guys can help you set up your camera. We’ve got a tripod that should work, that’ll be a lot nicer than you just holding it the whole time.”

“Okay...catch you out there, Isaac.” Frey was smiling a bit, and it was clear to Isaac as he left that he was looking forward to the show. If it hadn’t been for that, he wasn’t so sure he could’ve gone through with it...but at least he had a known ally on the stage, if things got too wild perhaps he could step in. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t be that bad...heck, maybe he’d enjoy it, despite everything.

Well, I can’t back out now.

With that thought settled in his head, he stripped off his clothes and hung them in one of the lockers. There was no lock on the door, but he supposed there wasn’t going to be that much risk of theft. Afterwards, he grabbed a bottle of water and slugged it down, getting the pills down with it. They were pretty tasteless, and he didn’t have much trouble getting them down, but he still felt a bit nervous about the effect they’d have on him. He’d have to watch for anything weird...

Trying to keep from having any attacks of modesty, he stepped out the back of the prep room and down a rather long hallway. It was well-lit and a bit warmer than the prep room, comfortable despite his lack of garments. He wasn’t sure why it was as long as it was, but the walk seemed to set him at ease...every step closer he felt like he was getting himself more relaxed and ready for what was coming. Maybe the pills were relaxing him a bit as well as prepping him for a long sex session...at this point he wasn’t sure he would mind if that was an unmentioned effect.

As he walked out on stage, a half-dozen crew members were getting things ready. They were all larger men, close to middle age with varying builds, though nothing particularly unsavory, and they were all dressed pretty skimpily with tight and minimal garments. One of them was helping Frey with the camera, getting the Charmeleon at the best angle to view the action. Two of them were working on the rack, adjusting it in some way, Isaac assumed to size it properly for him. Two of them he wasn’t sure what they were doing, they were wandering around stage and checking on something or another...and one seemed to be waiting for him, approaching him and taking him over to the rack in preparation for the action.

The rack was mostly wooden with some thin padding, but it felt more comfortable than it looked to Isaac. It had a fair tilt to it, which had him leaned back a bit, his rear higher than his head. The bindings were soft but sturdy, a demonstration pull showed him that they weren’t going to break under anything he could do to them. He felt a weird but comforting sense of security as he laid down on the rack and got his arms and legs set in place, as well as a strap around his chest. Testing them out, he could feel he wasn’t going anywhere, not until they let him go...with his legs spread wide, ass open for access, he was well and truly in place to be fucked.

But the idea was feeling really good to him at this point...the drug was doing its job, he was already getting hard and feeling desire start to race through him. The crew didn’t say anything about it, but they had to have noticed...at the very least, they were hurrying through the last of the preparations, not wanting to keep Isaac or the crowd waiting any longer. Finally the curtain was pulled away, and Isaac was able to crane his neck back to see some of the crowd. A mix of humans and Pokémon of various types, all of them looking ready for a show...he was starting to feel ready for it himself. He also realized why he was tilted the way he was; it was so the Pokémon fucking him could face the audience but they could still see him penetrating Isaac. Probably the best angle for that show...Frey’s camera was off to the side just right to catch the side view, probably the best angle he could get from the stage. A quick glance over allowed Isaac to see that the Charmeleon was already a little aroused himself, his cock out and in his claw, though he wasn’t working it much yet.

A thump from the other end of the stage caught his attention. From the rear of the stage, on the far side from where he’d entered, a Pokémon was stepping out, heavy footfalls giving him a slight foreboding. Soon he could see exactly what it was: a Feraligatr. His heart skipped a beat, he was huge, he looked incredibly strong and dangerous, beyond even what Isaac had been expecting.

I’m guessing you have an idea of what the place is about...but I can guarantee you don’t know the half of it.

Now he understood what Burt had meant. He wasn’t just gonna get fucked by a bunch of Pokémon...they were likely gonna be big and powerful Pokémon like this, and they were likely going to be just as hard on him as on anyone they met. It was scary...and yet, at the same time, maybe because of the drug or maybe because of desires he’d never truly recognized, he was finding himself getting into it.

But it wasn’t until the Feraligatr’s endowment came into view that that feeling really kicked into high gear. Isaac’s eyes widened as he caught sight of that meat. It was enormous, way larger than he’d ever seen before, putting his arm to shame in both length and thickness. It looked thick and rubbery, with slight bulging rings evenly spaced down the length and ending in a blunt head. Holy shit…

From behind the camera, Frey’s eyes were almost as wide. Hot damn, I’d want that thing inside of ME. He’s gonna love this.

The Feraligatr flashed Isaac a toothy grin as he stroked his pole slightly, slowly approaching the rack and Isaac’s exposed rear. He was getting more and more aware that that thing was going to be inside of him soon, and there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it except take it...and for some reason that was an incredible turn-on.

Finally the reptile leaned over him, his cool breath rushing over Isaac’s face and chest. That huge thing was directly pointed at him, about to split him wide open...he moaned loudly as it pressed against him, then pushed into him, crying out quietly in pleasure as that cock forced its way into him. It was so much more than he’d ever experienced, and he couldn’t believe it felt so good. The Feraligatr stopped about halfway in, laughing quietly at the human’s moans and cries, biding his time for a moment before pushing hard, jamming more of it inside Isaac.

Another push, deeper it went, Isaac now noiseless, panting hard, wanting more but unable to call for it, but it didn’t matter. It kept coming, and he clenched his hands into fists as he felt the Feraligatr’s body get closer to his. And then, with a final grunt and push, he felt the Feraligatr’s hips collide with his rear, that massive cock finally fully inside him. He saw stars from the impact, but they were stars of pure pleasure, sending his reeling mind into a frenzy. “Oh, god, fuck me, hard!”

No more motivation was needed as the blue reptile pulled out quickly and rammed himself back in, giving Isaac no downtime to recover from the first thrust before he went to the next. That massive meat pummeled his prostate every time it flew through him, delivering withering blows of pleasure through him with every hit; it was hardly a surprise to him when he came hard just a minute into the treatment, his own cock shooting wildly all over the rig and over him. The Feraligatr never stopped through this, continuing to beat him and drive him wild; he wasn’t even sure he ever went soft before he was almost on the edge again.

Pleasured growls were coming from the gator above him, no doubt enjoying Isaac’s ass for all he could. Drops of something, he hoped water, were dripping from his mouth onto the human’s body, mingling with the sweat he was producing, an unusual added sensation to mix with the rough fucking. Part of him wished he could move more, so he could shift in time with each insertion, but there wasn’t anything he could do at this point - whatever the Feraligatr would give, he was getting.

Now Frey was really glad he’d brought the tripod. Because one of his hands was fully occupied, stroking himself as he watched his trainer get railed by the big blue beast, and the other probably wouldn’t have been able to do any steady camerawork anyway. For the first time he’d ever seen anyone else claiming Isaac, it was almost as exciting as doing the deed himself...and the fact that the Feraligatr was a sexy beast wasn’t hurting that at all. He eagerly watched, waiting for the big payoff.

It wasn’t long in coming. Just as Isaac found himself on the verge of coming again, the Feraligatr snarled and gripped the rig tight, burying himself in as deep as he could. What followed was a massive flood of cum, surging deep inside Isaac and filling him in his very core. Some of it was leaking out around the thick cock, but most was going inside, making him feel slightly bloated and heavy. And through it all, he was desperately trying to work it so he’d catch his next orgasm, feeling almost painfully denied, but none of his motions was able to do anything. He could only whimper as the Feraligatr pulled out, a rush of watery semen following his exodus and making a mess of the floor.

The big reptile gave a deep, taunting chuckle towards him Isaac, before leaning down to his head. “Quite the willing little slut...don’t think I’m not gonna find a way to fuck you again.” The deep baritone sent a shiver through him, and though he was panting too hard to reply, he knew there was no doubt how he felt about that. Satisfied, the Feraligatr stomped off, leaving him alone briefly...until even heavier footsteps heralded the arrival of the next participant.

His breath was taken away again. It was an Aggron, almost a match in size for the Feraligatr and looking just as eager to get busy with him. Isaac was able to crane his neck just enough to get a full view of the beast’s cock, and it was a tantalizing treat: almost as long as what he’d just taken, looking like it was a bit thicker, and with a rougher surface than the Feraligatr’s had. It was going to be a very different experience inside him, and he couldn’t wait...

The Aggron wasn’t one to waste time, either; he was up between Isaac’s legs immediately, his thick cock pushing against the human’s asshole, just keeping from pushing inside. The huge creature was leaning over him, trying to intimidate him with his size and weight, get his heart racing...it was working, too, he knew that he wasn’t in any danger, but his body felt the thrill of adrenaline rushing through, bringing him back from his weariness from the first fuck. The drugs were probably helping quite a bit as well...he couldn’t bite back his words this time. “Please, fuck me hard, pound me like the bitch I am…”

He could swear he saw the Aggron smirk a bit, but he didn’t have much time to think about it as the beast sank his dick in to the hilt. Isaac jerked in his bonds as the pleasure returned with a vengeance. The Aggron’s cock was indeed rough, as the image of it had suggested, and he could feel a definitely greater level of friction on his entry than Feraligatr’s. Still, it wasn’t unpleasant, and already he was wanting more of it. He started to try to call for more but his breath still hadn’t caught; still, the Aggron seemed to sense it, and without further ado he started pulling out, getting most of the way free before shoving himself back in. Isaac let out a loud cry as he was suddenly violently filled, his hands clenching into fists as he clenched down around the invader uselessly.

From there the momentum simply ramped up. Isaac was brutally fucked by the hefty creature, his thrusts surprisingly quick for such a massive creature. Again Frey shook as he watched the bout, stroking himself vigorously. But for once, it wasn’t enough...he needed more. Quickly he turned to one of the men on the stage, whispering his request to him. He didn’t delay, rushing off to set things up. Frey turned back to the scene, almost salivating as he watched Isaac get screwed.

Things had gotten hot for him, and not in the usual way. The Feraligatr had been wet and sloppy inside him, but the Aggron was drying him out, building up the friction and rubbing him raw. And yet the pleasure from this was insane, making him cry out hoarsely as he his burning insides sent a constant stream of euphoria through him. Once again, he climaxed well before his partner finished, spitting what little he had left to give out onto his body, but the Aggron never relented, continuing to rock him without care for his state.

It took a surprisingly long time for things to culminate this time, and all the while Isaac was forced into more pleasure. It was starting to overwhelm him, he felt a fierce tightness in his cock and he was pushed once again into full-on arousal, unable to do anything except submit to his body’s responses to the relentless rutting. But finally, the Aggron reached his limit, almost roaring as he shot his load into Isaac, his cum thick and gritty and only adding to the burn inside him. It was all so different from Frey’s fluids, he was used to heat but this was quite distinct from that. Compared to how much the Feraligatr pumped inside him, it was a much more manageable load, but it stuck within him, not draining out like the runnier fluids from before...he was sure that was going to make the next round more interesting.

Finally the Aggron pulled out, leaving him feeling semi-empty. No parting words from him, but a look, a mild leer that suggested he, like the Feraligatr, would want more time with Isaac. Not something he would turn down, if this was what he had to look forward to...he was only vaguely remembering that he was being watched, that there were dozens of pairs of eyes on him, watching him get defiled like this. Being unable to see them made them less tangible to him...no question they had heard him begging though, and they probably liked that. If the next ones were anything like the last two, they’d be getting more of it.

The drugs pumping through his system kept his cock nice and hard, and possibly even more needy than between the previous two rounds. He watched desperately as his next conquerer came out, a Rhydon who looked only slightly smaller than the others. His cock had an odd shape to it, and that had him wondering what this would feel like compared to the previous cocks he’d taken.

It didn’t take long to find out. Like his predecessor, Rhydon was in no mood to wait, and swiftly buried his thick shaft into Isaac’s open backside. It caused him to throw back his head as that burn returned, Rhydon was also dry and he wasn’t about to make things much wetter...combined with Aggrons dry and grainy fluids, he knew the friction burn would be intense. He could hardly care at this point, being fucked was the only thing that mattered.

As he started getting nailed by the Rhydon, his head lolled to the side, casting his gaze over the stage. Despite his state, he was still able to register shock when he saw, over by the camera, Frey bent over on all fours, tongue hanging out as Feraligatr rammed into his ass. For the brief moment he was able to focus before Rhydon started fucking him in earnest, he was amazed as well as incredibly turned on; he’d always thought Frey was a strict top, and seeing him take a dick so eagerly was putting thoughts into his mind about future fun they could have - thoughts which were quickly thrashed into submission by Rhydon’s violent thrust crashing into his prostate and triggering yet another orgasm. He shot virtually nothing this time, but the pleasure still raced through him, causing him to jerk around with what little range of motion he had.

Whatever Rhydon lost on his first two rounds in size, and it wasn’t much, it was more than made up for by the unbelievable sensations going through him. The drill Pokémon’s dick was shaped in such a way that it almost felt like a drill running through him on every pounding blow. What would normally be one solid sensation was instead multiple rapid ones, firing up his nerves and driving even more pleasure into him. He couldn’t control himself, begging for more, over and over, his voice singing out with need, and Rhydon was happy to give it to him, grunting over and over as he went harder and harder.

His ass was burning wildly, hotter than even when Frey took him; the Charmeleon’s heat was also a very different quality, not nearly as rough as this, it just felt so much rawer. The size of the cocks he was taking also helped with that, they were a lot bigger than Frey was...he might’ve worried about jealousy if it wasn’t for the fact that his buddy was getting nailed just as hard by one of the same Pokémon. If it felt like this, though, he was definitely going to indulge Frey’s desires again.

Finally, just as he felt himself nearing the edge of his next orgasm, he heard the Rhydon growl deeply and slam in, grinding inside him as he shot his load into the Isaac, adding to the two fillings he’d already gotten. His seed felt much like Aggron’s, thick, gritty, and somewhat on the dry side; as it unloaded deep inside him, he felt it rub and abrade at his walls more, making him even more sensitive to the friction that had his insides on fire. His fingers and toes curled as he felt it pump in over and over, each shot accompanied by a throb from that oddly-shaped cock; by the time he was finally done, Isaac was feeling nice and full once again, the combination of the three rounds starting to bloat him up deep inside.

After pulling out, Rhydon lingered around a bit, laying his hand on Isaac’s abused cock and teasing it with a tight-gripped, very rough bit of stroking. “Bet you like being drained dry like this...you come back here, I’ll make sure it happens every time. You think this is intense, this is just a taste of what you could be put through...perfect for a bitch like you. I’ll be waiting, don’t make me come looking for you.” He finally released the human’s dick and stepped away, but the words had a definite impact on Isaac; he couldn’t help but wonder what crazier than this might entail, and a definite part of him wanted to find out personally.

But he wasn’t given much time to think about it, as the next participant was coming up. And he was coming fast - the Garchomp was chomping at the bit for some action, and his approach was borderline predatory. Isaac only had a brief time to see what he was packing, but it was enough to get him very excited: a shaft as long and thick as any he’d taken so far, studded with large, fleshy spikes along the sides, appearing flexible yet firm. He wanted to feel that, and he didn’t have long to wait for it, as the dragon practically pounced on him and drove the whole of his cock in with such haste and force that it force a cry out of his breathless lungs.

And from there it only got wilder. While the others hadn’t exactly gone light on him, Garchomp was savage - he was snarling wildly and hammering home faster and harder than any of the others. It battered his body more than the previous ones, making him ache slightly, but in an oh-so-wonderful way. Although definitely softer and providing less friction than the last two, there was still a definite rough texture to the Garchomp’s cock and fluids, and the speed and force was making the burn return with a fury. And those spikes, they felt almost like a saw on his insides, only they delivered only amazingly pleasurable sensations. This time he didn’t have the breath or energy to beg for anything, Garchomp simply too intense to allow it; however, he didn’t really have to, since the sharkdragon was already driving him to new heights.

Dimly he turned his head to the side, as he heard more familiar cries from nearby. Once again Frey was getting it, this time from the Rhydon that had just finished up with Isaac. Despite the considerable size difference, once again the larger Pokémon was giving him no quarter, slamming in to the base every time and causing Frey to moan out loudly and continuously. He could see steaming cum shooting out of the Charmeleon’s cock, launching across the stage in long spurts; they were joining what looked to be plenty more of them from before, more than it looked like there would be from just his second climax. How often had Frey gone over the edge? Maybe as many times as himself by this point…

And then there was another, Isaac jerking again in his bonds as he felt the pleasure rush through him, his aching cock protesting the efforts to expel nothing from it. The movement was a drop in the bucket compared to what the thrashing thrusts were accomplishing, pushing him around as much as he could be moved. It was a wonder that Garchomp wasn’t fucking him right out of the rig...it had to be made to withstand such frenzies routinely. All the better for him, because it meant that nearly all of that energy was going into him, and making the pleasure build that much harder. The relentless thrusting of that brutal cock, burning so deeply within him, spikes ravaging his walls ruthlessly, was keeping him on the edge of orgasm even as he finished the previous one. The gap was getting less and less, he didn’t know what would happen if it reached the point where there was no separation. Maybe he’d find out.

He went over again just as Garchomp hit his own limit; his body jerking once more as powerful pleasure overrode his senses, while at the same time getting another hefty load of cum pumped into his body. Garchomp’s offering was thick and plentiful, and it was making an enormous mess as the sharkdragon simply didn’t stop his furious thrusting while seeding him. Gluts of it were drawn out as he reared back, splattering onto the floor and covering Isaac’s ass with the stuff, while the next insertion sent another shot deep inside him. All this while enduring yet another drug-fueled climax, his body put through enough that he was on the verge of passing out by the time Garchomp finally settled down and pulled out of him. He was limp and shuddering on the frame, delirious with euphoria and in a fairly deep haze after all that...dimly, he realized he still had one more to go, just one more Pokémon to get through before it was over, but he didn’t know if he could summon the energy to handle it.

Yet, the chemicals in his body refused to let him go that easily; it took a bit longer, but he felt himself getting hot again, brought back from the brink to handle the next and final challenge. As the fog cleared from his head slightly, he looked up to see the next arrival: a Dragonite, looming large as it marched over to him. He certainly didn’t look as rough and rowdy a type as the others, but the sharp expression in his eyes told Isaac that just because he seemed softer on the outside didn’t mean he didn’t have just as much intensity as the others.

He glanced down at the dragon’s cock, trying to see what he’d be up against. Dragonite was a lot bigger than he expected, maybe the biggest of the bunch, and his cock had ridges along the top of it and a thick knot at the base. Imposing, but at this point Isaac was pretty sure he’d have no trouble taking it in him, not after what he’d gone through. Dragonite apparently didn’t think so either, because as soon as he was at that waiting hole he plunged in, taking no time to tease or taunt, just embedding himself fully in his human target in one go. Almost instantly he pulled out and pushed in again, and against, working himself into a quick and forceful rhythm without hesitation.

Isaac’s fists clenched and his head arched back as he felt that thick piece pounding through him. Compared to Garchomp, Dragonite was still a relative reprieve, but he wasn’t going easy on Isaac either, fucking him like a wanton bitch just as his predecessors had. The ridges were a very new sensation, rubbing against his insides very pleasantly, the sensations amplified by the friction from the fluids still left inside him from the others. And he could feel that swollen knot smacking against his hole, trying to get in...though not too hard yet, Dragonite was clearly planning to work his way up to it. It was going to be by far the biggest stretch he’d have, but at this point Isaac could only look forward to it.

His gaze wandered over to the side again. Once again Frey was getting his treatment, claws scratching against the stage floor as he was ruthlessly reamed by Garchomp; Isaac had to wonder how the beast had so much energy to work over his partner like that after going for so long with him. Frey seemed to be having a tougher time keeping himself in one spot for all the force that was being applied to him, and if there had been a chance he probably would have been tied down for the Garchomp. But they were clearly too far into it for that to happen. The mess under the Charmeleon seemed to have gotten quite a bit bigger, but Frey didn’t seem to be adding to it much anymore; he’d gone as dry as Isaac had by now, and his shuddering cry was the only sign that he’d gone over the edge again.

Suddenly he let out a shocked cry as he felt a jolt course through him. Dragonite had gotten his full attention again, grinning down at him as he sent another electrical shock through his prey. It was giving new life to his cock, getting him closer to his next climax; he was almost surprised that he hadn’t gotten there already, but it seemed like Dragonite was fucking him just right to keep him from getting there right away. Maybe he was waiting until he tied with Isaac to let him get there...he found he really liked the idea of that, and hoped it was the case. He wouldn’t have to wait long to find out; Dragonite was really picking up the pace and hammering in much harder, and his knot was trying to shove its way inside him.

Finally, Dragonite bore down on him, grabbing the rig holding Isaac still and shoving with incredible power into the human’s ass. Isaac’s mouth opened wide in a silent cry as he felt his hole get distended wide, that huge knot stretching him like never before...and then a stronger electrical pulse raced through him just as it sank in all the way, crashing through him and sending him over the edge one final time along with Dragonite. He bucked in his bonds, the shock lighting his nerves up, making him see stars, while he felt huge gluts of cum surge deep into him, the wettest since Feraligatr and the deepest flow as well, almost feeling like it was churning in his gut and trying to make it swell up. And there was no chance of anything getting out, not with his hole blockaded so effectively...he couldn’t even tense down, there was no way his muscles could get any tighter than where they already were. All he could do was go through the rush of pleasure once more and endure Dragonite’s orgasm and the volume of semen in his gut.

It seemed to take an age for it to end, but finally the pulses from that thick cock tapered off, and the dragon’s tension eased over him. Isaac went slack once again, though not quite as beat as the last time he was still plenty exhausted. He could hear cheering and clapping behind him; he’d completely forgotten about his audience in the frenzy of sex that he’d been going through, and only now was realizing how slutty he must have looked to them. And in the next moment he realized that that didn’t bother him in the slightest. This hadn’t been that bad at all, it was a hell of a rush and it seemed like everyone had enjoyed it, participant or not.

The technicians had moved in to release his arms and legs from the bindings, giving his limbs a bit of time to relax. But he wasn’t going anywhere under his own power yet, not with the Dragonite’s knot firmly entombed within him. He felt the dragon’s arms wrap around him and pull him upright, holding him close to his body as he started to move. He wasn’t quite sure where they were going, but he didn’t really care at the moment, he was too exhausted for that. They moved only a little bit before stopping, and one arm released from Isaac, while the other still held him; looking over, he could see a person handing Frey to Dragonite, the Charmeleon looking immensely satisfied and worn out himself; he was draped over the dragon’s arm, and without further delay they were escorted off the stage, the sounds of an especially pleased crowd lingering with them.

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Neither Isaac nor Frey remembered much of the trip back to the preparation room, they were completely out of it until the cool air of the room brought them slightly back to their senses. At some point the knot had gone down, and Isaac could feel fluid leaking from him, less than he thought he would, but there was a lot of thick stuff back there. Frey was much the same way, looking even a bit more bloated from what was still trapped inside him. The Dragonite laid their panting bodies out onto the benches, snickering a bit at their states. “You two were a lot of fun...I hope you’re gonna be back, we need young blood like you to keep up shows like this. I’ll be looking for you...and I don’t think I’ll be the only one.” With a wink, he padded out, letting the two recover at their own pace.

When they were finally able to stand under their own power, the pair hit the showers, letting the water cascade down over them and soothe their aches and clear out their systems a bit. Despite the powerful, long sessions they’d both had, the drugs remained in Isaac’s system and the hormone rush in Frey’s, and their self-control was run very thin...twice Frey took Isaac, each still lost on a sexual high and unable to stop themselves from trying to maintain it. Both were bone-dry, Frey unable to add anything to the flood already within Isaac, but reveled in the somewhat muted pleasure of their orgasms nonetheless. Finally, though, both of them softened, and their lust was at last drained from their bodies; it was almost an hour before they finally emerged from the shower, bodies mostly cleared out and cleaned up, and Isaac could get dressed and ready to leave.

“Frey...goddamn, you were hot out there tonight.”

“I couldn’t help myself...so many big Pokémon, and I was getting too hot out there just watching. When that Feraligatr came up to me...fuck, I couldn’t have bent over fast enough. I guess under the right circumstances I’ll take a dick too.”

Isaac grinned down at him. “Good to know that, buddy...that could open up some fun nights for both of us! So was this everything you hoped for?”

Frey grinned even wider. “Oh. man, Isaac, it was everything and then some! You have no idea how hot you looked! Wasn’t that the best for you?”

Isaac was quiet for a moment, then looked down at Frey. “Buddy, you’re gonna have to introduce me to those friends of yours.”

“Hell yes. You know how to make a guy happy!”

“Well, well, I see you two are cleaned up.” Burt smirked as he looked the two up and down. “Quite the show you put on for us.”

“Yeah, okay, it was a fun show...but you’re gonna uphold your end of the deal, right?” Isaac asked. “You’re not gonna say anything to the cops?”

Burt grinned deviously. “Well, I’d say you took care of your little alley excursion all right...however, considering that you provided us with some...fresh material, as it were...you may owe us more for us to keep our silence on that, don’t you think?”

“Fresh material?” Isaac looked down at Frey, who was looking up and away with an innocent gaze. Then he broke back into a grin as he looked at Burt. “Well, darn...I suppose you’re right. I don’t suppose we could make some sort of deal for that one, too?”

“Well, I think we could, but it’s an awfully good video, really I have a hard time keeping it to myself...we might need a little more convincing than the last time. But if you have the time for a few more shows in the next few weeks…”

“I suppose I could make some time to come back...I’m sure there are plenty of others who’ll be itching for some time with me, I’ll probably have to be ready for some more long nights like this, won’t I?”

“Heh, maybe even longer...I don’t know that I’ll be able to hold them back. You were a hit out there, and not just with the audience. You know, if you know anyone else who’s into this sort of thing...I wouldn’t say no to having some other stars around here.”

“I can’t say I know anyone...well, that I know of. But if I find out, I’ll see if they’re game.”

Burt nodded. “Good man. Well, I’ll let you go, for now...but you’d best be back next weekend, or who knows who might hear about this?” It sounded a lot less threatening than the first time, though, as if there was no real urgency to it. “You take care, and watch yourselves in those alleyways.”

As Burt walked off and the two started back down the long hallway, Isaac let out a quiet laugh. “What, did you think I needed more incentive to come back or something?”

“Heh, I didn’t really think so...but, well, I actually kinda liked the whole ‘forced into it’ angle,” Frey admitted with a bit of a blush. “Even if we enjoyed the hell out of it, I still wanted to keep that feeling of not having a choice in the matter. I kinda didn’t think you’d have too much trouble with that, though...isn’t that why you went with the bondage angle?”

“Heh, I guess you’re right...you’re gonna be doing that in the future, I’m guessing?”

“Hell yeah, among other things. I heard one of them talking about sticking us in a water tank and having several rounds totally submerged…damn, I’m getting giddy just thinking about that.”

Isaac couldn’t help but grin at the idea, too; he wasn’t sure how they’d be able to stay down there, but they probably had their ways. “And I’m sure you’ll be getting footage of all of it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it. Not just good for my own pleasure, if I keep bringing my camera to these things, they’re gonna be able to rope us into more and more of these shows,” Frey said suggestively.

“Yeah, you’re right...so you’d best keep your hands on that thing, I want to have good reasons to keep coming back.”