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“I-I’m close. Here we go.”

Muffled grunts and slapping noises echoed loudly off the walls of the bathroom. Of the two people in there, the Sandslash’s grunts slowly turned into restrained moans, and the slapping stopped soon afterwards. The Arcanine he was thrusting into was breathing easily, calmly looking back with his head and watching the facial expressions of his playmate.

Marcus had his face pressed into the cold tile floor right in the middle of the bathroom, and behind him with his cock buried as deep as it would go was one of the other waiters, Raptor. The Sandslash sat inside Marcus for several seconds, his hips twitching in tandem with his cock. Marcus murred softly, waiting patiently for the other male to finish.

After a good ten or fifteen seconds, Raptor slid off of Marcus’ back, and a surge of cum rushed out of the used hole. Raptor grunted as he hopped the floor, having had to climb up to reach Marcus’s ass.

He leaned on Marcus and panted for a moment before catching his breath, “Thanks, dude. I can always count on you to help a guy out after a shitty shift.”

Marcus stood up and turned to look at the Sandslash. “No problem. I understand how frustrating a customer that doesn’t let you cum is. It can make getting going the next day pretty rough. Well, if you don’t need anything else, I’ve got some preparin’ to do for my shift here in a little while. Take care.”

Marcus nodded to Raptor and made his way out of the bathroom, leaving him to clean up the mess he made. He also nodded to the Weavile that walked in as he left, who gave him a strange look when he looked in to see Raptor wiping cum off the bathroom floor. Marcus chuckled under his own breath, his tail still raised with cum still leaking slightly from him.

Marcus had just gotten up and was taking a piss in the bathroom when Raptor had come in to rub one out in a stall. Marcus was happy to allow him to use his rear instead, as he sometimes did. Raptor was a nice guy once you got to know him. He had a reputation around the Cafe as being somewhat of a jerk, but he just some insecurities that lead to him seeming like an asshole on the outside, but he wasn’t actually a bad guy.

Marcus returned to his bedroom to make himself some food before his shift. It was about 8:45 and he started his night shift at 10. While technically it wasn’t breakfast time, his body told him it was, and he knew exactly what he wanted to eat.

He pulled a tube of premade biscuits from the fridge, cracked it open, and laid them out on a baking sheet. There were 6 in total, which was a light meal, but he didn’t like eating too much before his shift anyways. Then, he fried up a pound of sausage and sat it off to the side, using the drippings to make himself some sausage gravy to go with the biscuits.

He ate his meal quickly and washed it down with a full pot of coffee and two liters of water. Marcus still had 45 minutes left when he finished eating, which meant he had just enough time to rinse off and also rinse out after his run in with Raptor.

Unfortunately, this was one of the busiest times of the day for the baths and showers, so when he got to the baths, they were quite crowded. There were several Pokemon on staff that were just here to help those might might need it, like quads like Marcus. He carefully slipped into one of the large tubs that had a Grotle, a Donphan, and an Absol. The water level of the bath rose significantly when he got in, getting awfully close to spilling over the side.

A Monferno quickly ran over and started dumping water all over Marcus and getting a bottle of shampoo ready.

“Thank ya’ kindly,” Marcus said, easing down into the water and getting comfortable.

“Of course! Do you need any other services?” The Monferno worked quickly, starting to lather shampoo into Marcus’ immense mane.

“I think this’ll do, thanks.” The rest of the bath didn’t take long with the helping hands. After all the soap was rinsed out of his fur, he stepped out and off to the side, heating his body up until all the water in his fur evaporated, leaving him dry in seconds instead of the hour it could take otherwise.

Marcus’ fur was clean, but there was one more part of him that required attention before he could go on with his shift. The toilets next to the grooming rooms also had some enemas that were used to help clean one’s self out before going on shift. Marcus really needed to use it now, after Raptor came inside him earlier.

There were a few varying sizes for different sized Pokemon, and Marcus used one of the larger ones. He stepped into the stall and saw the round basin for waste with a fairly long, metal tube int he center. He closed his eyes and grunted as he sat down on it, feeling the cold metal going up into him. It was almost a nice feeling, but it was very cold. There was a button for him to press, which shot out a stream of lukewarm water inside of him. More grunts sounded from his stall as he shifted himself around, letting the water spill out of him into the bowl around the spout.

He flushed the bowl when he was done, and as soon as he left the stall, someone went right in to disinfect the nozzle. It wasn’t a glorious job, but it was a job nonetheless, he figured.

With his fur nice and clean and his butt washed out, it was time for work. Marcus couldn’t help but strut his way through the hall back to his bedroom. There was something about today that he just felt like was going to go well. Starting off with some sex after waking up was always good, and then the breakfast he made was great. He had a feeling that he was going to get a customer tonight who’d let him open up and have some fun.

Most of the people around the Cafe Plaisir knew Marcus as one of the kinkier waiters that wasn’t into the really hard stuff like BDSM and stuff. But as far as weird fetishes, he was one of the turn-to people. Bodily fluids of all kinds fell well into his repertoire, public sex, as well as all body parts and orifices. There wasn’t much you could do that would make Marcus blush.

Back in his room, the Arcanine slipped his apron on — it was quite large indeed — and was out the door with five minutes to spare. Walking into the main bar was always a thrill for Marcus. Tonight was no exception, for it was a Friday, so it was quite packed. Most of the tables were filled, and all of the afternoon and swing shift waiters were busying themselves about, tending to food and occasionally getting drug off to a bedroom, only to have the table and waiter replaced with another.

The canine Pokemon immediately drew a few eyes from some tables, causing him to grin bigly and continue his previous strut into the room. He grabbed his room key from the bartender — it was Jack tonight — and looked around, trying to find someone who hadn’t been attended to just yet. With his back turned to the bar, he found most of the tables to have been treated already. But he had just got there, and needed only to be —

Someone tapped on his back behind him. He turned around to find a male customer, quite tall and with light brown hair looking him over from a bar stool. The man was wearing some expensive looking jeans, and a sportcoat with a button up, and some very nice leather shoes. The look in his eyes told Marcus that this man was at the Cafe Plaisir to do some business.

“Well howdy,” Marcus said in a slightly exaggerated version of his native Oklahoman accent as he turned his body to greet the man. Marcus didn’t really need the persona, because of his openness to do pretty much anything, but it was kind of fun to do anyways. “My name’s Marcus. Can I get you somethin’ to drink tonight, sir?”

“Brent,” the man replied. His smile grew even bigger. “I’ve already got my drink here, but I’m thinking I’m going to be thirsty again here pretty soon, if you catch my drift.”

Marcus returned the large smile, lowering his eyes. “I think I do. Do you have a room reserved already?”

He shook his head. “No. Do I need to reserve one for the night?”

“You will. But, if you’re looking to do some exploring of any kind, I’m the Pokemon you’ll want. I’m very, very open.”

If Marcus didn’t have his attention already, he really had it now. Brent’s eyebrows rose. “Any exploring, hmm?”

“Any. You name it, we can do it.”

“Deal.” Brent threw back his drink and set it down on the bar. “How do I get a room?”

“You already have one,” Marcus replied as he flashed a room card in the pocket of his apron real quick. “We always have one with us to expedite the process.”

“Well then, I’ll gladly follow behind you. Don’t go too quickly, though. I’m sure the scenic view is great.”

Marcus chuckled and led Brent out of the crowded bar and down the west hallway to the bedroom ring. The wood floors gave way to lush green carpet, very soft on the bottoms of Marcus’ paw pads. He had a card for a second floor room, which was his favorite, because it was quick to get to the extra lounge that surrounded the inner gardens on the second level. There, he could maybe innact some of his plans he had brewing for tonight.

The way up the stairs was long, but Marcus made sure he kept his tail high and to the side to keep the walk interesting for his customer. To his surprise, though, Brent pretty quickly went to fondling his sack as they walked down the halls. He kept to the side of Marcus’ back legs, with one hand reached around between his thighs and giving his balls a firm, but gentle squeeze. That got a low rumble from the large canine, and nearly distracted him enough to take a corner too quickly and whack his nose on it.

Now that he was next to him, Marcus was pleasantly surprised to find that Brent was about as tall as he was. It wasn’t terribly uncommon to find customers that were taller, but it did sometimes feel like he was bedding with short people more often than not. Enough that he would notice someone being his height, at least.

Their room was on the far north western corner of the middle floor. It was a sort of corner room, so it was a tad bit larger than the other guest rooms. Because of Marcus’ seniority, he had access to some of the nicer rooms by default. Though, his services weren’t the cheapest among his colleagues, either.

Marcus unlocked the door and stepped inside. Before the door even finished closing behind him, the Arcanine had the face of Brent bury itself underneath his tail. He chuckled and spread his back legs out to make room.

“You’re wasting no time, are ya’?” he commented back behind him, still standing just right inside the room. The door finally clicked shut.

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Brent made little attempt to actually reply to what Marcus said. He grunted into the fluff, digging his tongue through all of it to find the prize he had been admiring on the walk over before he started fondling him. Brent came to this establishment tonight exactly for this. Marcus was everything he wanted out of his experience at the Cafe Plaisir.

The Arcanine’s ass was exceptionally clean, and had a slightly disappointing lack of a strong scent or taste of musk. It was technically a good thing, but it slightly diminished the experience. That was all fine though; there’d be plenty of time for that musk to build up. They were going to be at this for quite a while tonight. Brent’s tongue pressed firmly at that hidden barrier of flesh, and felt some give from it pretty quickly. The muscles welcomingly spread to allow access to Marcus’ insides, where he still found the canine to be almost too clean.

That was only nitpicks, though. Those insides were soft and slick, and gently caressed his tongue with squeezes. Brent went to search even deeper, using his hands to spread the pucker open just a little more, trying to get as much tongue inside as possible. The deeper the muscle went, the warmer it got, and the more Marcus’ muscular ring squeezed against Brent.

Brent was caught off guard when Marcus began to back up fairly quickly. He backpeddled with him, but eventually hit the door on the way back, and then had his head buried inside that immense fluff. It was unexpected, it was slightly rough, and it was exactly what Brent wanted.

“Just tap out if you need to breathe. Don’t go and be too much of a hero now.”

Brent accepted the warning graciously by beginning to really explore what he could do here. He met the pink with his lips, and started to kiss it as he might if he were on the front side of the canine. There was just as much nuance with the movements of his ass as he would probably find with a tongue and maw as well. Especially, because he was sucking and kissing with his tongue still buried deep inside.

Spreading Marcus’ cheeks wasn’t quite doing the job Brent needed it to. He reached two fingers more inwards until they were pressing at the entrance to the canine’s pristine hole. They eventually slipped inside, and Brent pulled gently at the muscles, causing them to squeeze in protest. But Brent could hear more soft rumbling in front of him, so he continued on, making enough space for him to hilt his whole tongue in the Arcanine.

Marcus shifted slightly, which Brent read as him getting more turned on. He freed one hand from behind Marcus and felt around underneath him. His suspicions were correct, because underneath the canine sat one large, quite plump sheath. The first inch of Marcus’ cock sat free from its hiding place, but with a slight tug Brent freed a good bit more. Now came a proper moan from the large creature, which was greeted by several more tugs at the sheath. It didn’t take long before the whole length hung down below Marcus. Even more than seeing it, Brent could feel how huge it was. He was going to have a very, very fun night indeed.

Brent found himself running out of air like Marcus had hinted at, and used his free hand to tap on the Arcanine’s flanks. True to his word, Marcus stepped forwards and freed Brent from the forest of fluff. He stood and panted for a moment to catch his breath.

Marcus chuckled and turned around halfway, keeping his side towards Brent so his cock was easily visible hanging below him. It was at least 12 or thirteen inches in total, a deep pinkish red color, and the knot looked looked nigh impassable at not even full size. The ass was fun, but it was time to change direction.

Brent took his jacket off and tossed it onto the table in the room. He bent down on his knees and ducked underneath Marcus, only to find the cock he went for wasn’t there. Marcus had started walking off towards the bed.

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The Arcanine crawled up onto the bed and rolled over to his side, cock flopping over onto the bed. “Let’s move this over here, what do you say? ‘S a lot comfier.”

Brent stared at him for a moment quizzically, before standing up and walking up to the bed. “Fair enough.” He crawled up into the bed and leaned into Marcus’ belly, grabbing the cock with both hands. He gave it a few rubs, exploring its size and texture, as well as giving the knot a few squeezes. The tip started to bead up precum pretty quickly, and started to squirt not too soon afterwards. Brent shifted and leaned down to take the tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue around and suckling on it.

Marcus hiked his leg up a little further into the air and wiggled into the bed, watching contentedly at the sucking. He hoped that Brent was going to do more than some body worship. He had a lot of stuff planned for them tonight, and wanted to start getting to the fun stuff. But, he stayed patient. He still had that same feeling from earlier that this was going to be one of his best nights in a while.

And while he waited, getting sucked off wasn’t a bad thing. Brent was pretty good at it, too, and knew all the best spots to hit with his tongue, and was squeezing his knot just right. The pleasure wasn’t particularly intense, but it was well beyond enjoyable. After a minute or so of suckling, the human tried his hand and taking more into his mouth. It started easily enough with the first few inches, but he gagged a few inches away from the knot still. That gagging noise was pretty hot, actually.

“I’m gonna try a few things tonight I’m not sure you’ll like. Since a lot of them will leave you incapacitated to speak, just gimme a thumbs down if you’re not okay with it. That work?”

Brent gave a thumbs up. Marcus shoved his head down onto his cock.

That caused Brent to gag again, even louder, but he didn’t use the just established thumbs down. Marcus kept his paw on the back of the human’s head — finding it also quite amusing that his paw was almost as big as the back of Brent’s head — and gave him shoves every now and then. Each time resulted in that same sound. It turned the Arcanine on even more, and eventually the precum squirts reached their peak, making sure that Brent was getting a good taste.

Brent’s throat was taking the majority of Marcus’ cock, even as it resisted. He swallowed and it squeezed, milking even more precum. Feeling the human’s lips against his knot occasionally also felt fantastic, yet he urged more for it.

After a few minutes, Brent was getting more comfortable with keeping most of Marcus’ shaft down, which is when Marcus started to really push him. He pressed the human’s head down all the way until his knot was pressing firmly against his mouth. Brent grunted and groaned, but he soldiered on, and used his tongue to lick the base of the knot. It was certainly too much for him to handle, but Marcus was impressed to say the least. Not many people could say they could deep throat him.

Before the Arcanine could feel the first signs of his orgasm building up, he was starting to feel a different pressure inside of him. It wasn’t a burning, pleasurable sensation, but a tight, uncomfortable pressure. Marcus smiled, and figured now was the time to test how receptive Brent might be to some of his other plans for the night.

“You said you was thirsty, right? Well, get ready.” He left it vague, as Brent was probably expecting cum. But, instead of a sharp moan or grunt, Marcus instead let out a sigh, and his body relaxed. Instead of strands of sticky white, a short, couple second stream of very hot piss shot from the tip of Marcus’ cock. Brent gasped through his nose, and the piss shot directly down his throat. It was only a small amount, though, as a teaser.

“I see no thumb, so I assume you liked that. There’s going to be more where that came from tonight, so I hope you’re ready.” Brent gave a thumbs up. Marcus shoved his head down to the knot once more.

After that, it didn’t take a long time before MArcus could feel a different building pressure, a warmer and less strenuous one. His entire lower region slowly began to burn with pleasure, and the intensity grew mostly right behind his balls. Soft growls and groans immenated from his chest, and his hips bucked forward ever so slightly. Brent was taking it well in stride, and didn’t miss a beat the whole time.

This time when the human felt a warm liquid on his tongue, it was the sticky white mess he had hoped it was before. Marcus groaned and his balls tightened up as a huge shot of cum rocketed down Brent’s throat. Several more just like it followed, just as big and with just as much force, before the remaining bit of cum slowed down. It was an orgasm that would have left Brent’s mouth completely full and then some had Marcus not unloaded directly into his gullet. It left Marcus feeling satisfied as Brent slowly pulled off after a few seconds, immediately gasping for air the second the cock popped free of his mouth.

“Did’ja enjoy that?” Marcus asked, flexing his cock and watching a few more drops of cum leak out onto the bed.

“Immensely,” was the breathless reply. Marcus’s member began to shrink back into his plump, fuzzy sheath after a little bit. It was at this point that Brent unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and pulled out his own cock. It was above average in length for a human. It was also throbbing hard.

“I’ve always wanted to try this,” Brent said as he leaned in over Marcus’ lower half. He placed the head of his cock at the tip of the sheath, and used a hand to pull the sheath tip open just enough so he could slip his cock inside. Marcus grunted, and his hiked leg twitched in response. This was certainly unexpected.

“Can’t say I’ve ever seen this before,” the Arcanine admitted. Brent’s cock easily slipped all the way inside the massive sheath, and the human let out a long groan of satisfaction.

“Oh my God it feels so good inside there. It’s so soft. Can you roll on your back for me, please? It’ll make this a little easier.”

Marcus did as was asked of him, and wiggled his body and rolled over fully on his back. Brent straddled him around the stomach, his cock still buried in Mark’s sheath. It felt very strange having another object inside his sheath like that, but it felt fantastic. He never really thought about what the inside of his sheath felt like, but when he thought about it, it seemed like it’d be a great feeling to fuck one. He might have to try it with one of the other canines around the Cafe sometime.

Now that Marcus was on his back, Brent was thrusting away into the confines of his sheath. He could feel Brent’s cock rubbing up against his own inside of there, and the combination of his own previous orgasm with the precum leaking from Brent was making it feel very wet and sticky inside; it was wonderful. As an added bonus, the human was using a free hand to fondle and grope Marcus’ balls, rolling them around between fingers.

Brent did not last very long, and soon Marcus felt his sheath flooded with a warm, sticky fluid. Brent moaned quite loudly into the air, his hips twitching with each spurt of cum. Marcus rumbled happily, closing his eyes and reveling in the feeling. He was certainly going to have to throw this into his list of things to try more often.

Brent rolled off to Marcus’ side, leaving his mess nice and neatly inside the plump flesh of the Arcanine. “Are you ready for the best part, now?”

“That was already pretty good, honestly. I’ll have to try that more often.”

“Yeah, but just watch this now.” Brent reached a hand back to Mark’s sheath, starting from the bottom,and gave it a squeeze. A large gush of white surged forth all over the canine’s black belly, staining his fur a wonderful shade. Brent leaned down to lick it up.

“Well that was incredibly satisfying to watch, you’re right,” Marcus replied.

“Mmm. You should give it a go sometime. It feels very different from a vagina or ass, but it’s just as good, honestly.”

“I’ll have to take your word on it.” Now that he had cum, Marcus was feeling that same pressure from before, but now he didn’t have the numbness of sexual pleasure to deaden it. He decided he could wait a while longer for the opportune moment. For now, though, it was adventure time.

“Okay, Brent. Are you ready?” Marcus rolled over onto his stomach, some more cum leaking out of his sheath and onto the bed.

“For what, specifically?”

“We’re going on an adventure. Remember when I said exploring of any kind? I meant literally as well. We’re going to go fuck all around this building. If we get caught, even better.”

Brent looked up to Marcus with wide eyes. “Won’t we get in trouble? I don’t want to get in trouble.”

The Arcanine laughed and stepped out of the bed. “If anyone will get in trouble, it’ll be me, I promise. Don’t you worry about it; it’s going to be a fun time.” He walked over to the door, turning to look at Brent expectantly.

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This was kind of crazy, and even after being told to not worry, Brent was nervous. The idea of fucking in public was a great one; being secretive, but also not really caring if someone catches you and just continuing onwards. But there was still the worry if the wrong person caught you. Luckily, he figured that threat of the wrong person finding you mattered less in a brothel, but it was still there.

Brent moved to follow his Arcanine companion. This was his first time visiting the Cafe, so he didn’t know his way around at all, and had no idea where Marcus was leading him. They headed straight ahead from their room down the hall, then made a right into the entrance to what looked to be some public showers. All the while, Brent watched as they passed several people already, even at this time of night. Marcus did take notice, and even nodded his head in recognition of their presence.

No one was manning the desk to the entrance to the showers, and Marcus led him into the room. No one was using them right now, but the potential was there. Marcus found a wall and turned to Brent.

“You wanna catch or pitch for this first round? It don’t matter much to me either way.”

Brent had just cum not five minutes prior, so he figured he should wait a little longer to be on the giving end so quickly. But at the same time, that huge cock of Marcus’ did make him nervous to even think about.

“I’ll do the catching, since I just got off.”

“Works for me. Drop your drawers and get up against the wall. Let’s see how much slickness I still have after that sheath fuckin’ of yours.”

Brent unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to his ankles, then braced himself against the wall. Almost immediately, the world seemed to darken as the massive canine placed his paws above Brent’s head, causing him to tower over him. He felt the soft warmth of Marcus’ underbelly against his back, and a soft fuzzy mound pressed against his butt cheeks.

It didn’t take long for a fleshy presence to poke from that mound, and a few small thrusts of the Arcanine’s hips caused it to grow out and rub itself between Brent’s cheeks. It was in fact quite slick and slimy still from his orgasm a few minutes prior, which was a very good thing for him. Just to make sure it’d be easier on both ends, Brent spat in his hand and reached back to rub his ass and coat it with the saliva. He pressed a couple fingers inside himself to make sure the coating was there. Marcus waited patiently, but when Brent grabbed that massive cock and lined it up evenly with his entrance, the Arcanine wasted no time pressed forward.

It wasn’t a hard, violent thrust, but it wasn’t gentle either. Brent’s ass stretched open, and he groaned as the hot flesh forced its way deeper and deeper. That first thrust got maybe a third of the way in before stopping, and Marcus paused for a second, allowing his cock to squirt for a couple seconds inside to help out. When he pulled out a little and pressed forward again, even more slid inside, and the stretching pain Brent felt slowly ebbed away to a much nicer feeling.

Brent took a deep breath and steadied his legs, focusing for now on the large presence above him. He’d always liked canines, but had never actually been with one before. Having his first time with one of the biggest and most regal, getting to try all this crazy stuff with, was quite the experience. He was already hard again by this point, so when Marcus started moving his hips rhythmically back and forth, Brent’s cock flopped around in the air in front of him.

Brent had certainly played around with toys that were as big — and sometimes bigger — than Marcus was. His length was not unfeasible as it looked, but it was so different having someone other than him using that length on him. He was always careful when he used those large toys, but this was not careful sex. Marcus wasn’t being rough, but he was making sure every single inch of his shaft was being planted firmly and deep in Brent’s ass.

The hotness he felt when he was sucking on it was great, but it felt absolutely wonderful going up the other end. It was almost unpleasantly warm, but just almost. The base of the knot was slamming up against his cheeks and caused a slapping noise which echoed quite loudly against the shower walls. Brent had not forgotten they were fucking in a very public spot, and had his mouth shoved firmly into the crook of his elbow, trying his hardest not to moan loudly. Marcus was paying not so careful attention, and growled deeply in his chest.

Brent felt the cock abruptly pull all the way out of his ass. He figured the Arcanine had slipped, but Marcus hopped down off the wall.

“Pull your pants back up, we’re moving. It’s not populated enough in here for me.”

“Wait, are you kidding? Are you wanting to get caught?” Brent blanched, reaching down to pull his pants back up and button them quickly. His button up shirt wasn’t tucked in anymore now, which was probably a good thing, considering it hid the massive and uncomfortable bulge in his pants.

“Yes. That’s the plan. Come on, let’s go.” Marcus seemed to really not care much about his cock hanging out as he walked out the other door to the showers, squirting precum all over the floor in his wake.

Brent reluctantly followed him through what appeared to be a massage and hot tub area. There were several people and Pokemon in there who all gave them looks as they passed through, but most were staring at Marcus’ bobbing cock. He paid them no attention, and continued on out through a balcony and lounge area that looked out into the garden, but was separate from the other dining area.

The duo looped around back into the bedroom hallway, but instead of turning back towards their room, Marcus pressed a button on the elevator with his nose as they passed it and stood, waiting. Brent gulped and looked back to eye the obvious trail of Arcanine precum he left all the way here. Marcus was still throbbing and flexing every few seconds, which cued Brent in on how much Marcus was enjoying this public foray.

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The door slid open, and out walked a human female. Marcus nodded to her and she smiled back, but her face immediately dropped when she noticed his cock hanging out and the small puddle of precum that had accumulated under him. She quickly vacated the elevator and made down the hall, almost breaking for a run when she looked back to see Marcus and Brent step inside. This was the kind of fun he’d been wanting for quite a while.

“Okay, drop’m again. I’m going to finish in here.” Marcus grinned watching Brent nervously wait for the door to close behind them before pulling his pants down once more. He leaned up against the wall just like he had in the shower, and Marcus mounted the wall above him.

He easily found the hole without help this time and slipped right inside. Just as before, Brent was perfectly tight. Marcus wasn’t quite the monster that some others of his species were, but he still found he wasn’t able to actually fuck some people because of his size. Brent, however, proved to be a perfect fit for him.

Brent’s ass was still plenty lubed up, so Marcus was able to settle right back into a quick rhythm, panting gently and enjoying the slapping sounds of his knot and balls against the human’s ass. The smell of sex quickly filled the small elevator, which sent Marcus’ brain into a lust filled haze. His chest rumbled deeply and his voice occasionally joined the cacophony of noises, mixing nicely with the increasingly loud sounds from his partner.

Brent was trying his best to hold in his moans, but was having a harder and harder time as time went on. It was quite adorable to Marcus how discreet Brent was trying to be still. But, he hadn’t said no yet or given a thumbs down to anything they were doing, so he was at least enjoying this to some degree. Marcus loved the thrill of knowing that the elevator door could open at any point with him balls deep in a customer. It drove him to thrust quicker the more he thought about it, feeling his knot press firmly against that tight ring of flesh, threatening to pop inside prematurely.

Just as Marcus was considering whether to knot Brent this early, the elevator started moving downwards. Marcus’ grunting turned to chuckles, and the speed of his hips picked up a couple notches. He was starting to be able to feel his orgasm starting to build up in him, but it wasn’t quite coming quickly enough. He was pretty sure this person would walk off, but he wanted to cum while they were watching.

The elevator dinged as it stopped and the door opened up. A couple — a human male, presumably Hispanic of some sort, and a male Wartortle he knew as Christoph — stood in shock. Marcus and Brent were up against the wall to the left looking in, so both were able to turn their heads to see the onlookers.

Marcus figured they’d turn and make for the stairs, but to his surprise, Chris said, “Well, I ain’t taking the fucking stairs. Make room,” and stepped onto the elevator and moved to the other side, watching the penetration from the back. His human partner said nothing but joined him, and took his cell phone out and started recording.

Marcus didn’t miss a beat, and now that he had two people watching on as the elevator closed shut, he could feel that burning sensation rising up in him very quickly. His low grunts were now turning into moans, and the sounds of slapping grew faster and faster. Brent was now making no sounds with an audience, which was fine with him.

The canine’s voice grew louder and louder, and the burning was now moving from his loins and out to the whole rest of his body, and it peaked as he yelled out, slamming his knot against Brent, feeling the muscular ring give and let the bulbus flesh pop inside just as his orgasm hit. Knots were meant to keep cum inside, but Marcus came hard enough and with enough volume that after the first couple shots, it began to shoot out around his knot and out Brent’s ass onto the floor behind him, nearly squirting onto their onlookers.

“Holy fucking shit, dude,” Chris commented behind them.

As he rode out the rest of his orgasm, Marcus pressed one of his paws firmly against Brent’s back and pressed him into the wall. The Arcanine’s body shivered as his high began to slowly fade away after several seconds. The two onlookers were distracted enough to miss the elevator reaching the top floor, and simply stood there as the doors closed once more. Marcus was panting heavily, chest still rumbling gently. Brent was grunting softly, his face buried in his forearm and his legs were gently shaking from the exertion.

When Marcus dismounted from the wall, he found himself just tall enough where he could stand comfortably with his cock at the right level so Brent didn’t have to bend over. The duo looked back to the other human and Pokemon watching. Chris had a half-erection laying on the floor from his shell, and the male human looked like his pants were growing a little tight for his comfort.

The Arcanine smiled gently to them. “Enjoy the show, fellas?”

“I mean, yeah. We just finished fucking for like two hours —” Chris looked up at his human companion. “Are you okay with me talking about this?”

“Sure,” the human replied, shrugging.

“— We just finished fucking for like two hours, and I think I need to go rub one out again. Just, holy shit. Nice.” Chris grinned at them. “Anyway, off to the showers, I guess. Have fun.” With that, he pressed the open door button and stepped out of the elevator, followed by the man.

“Take care, have a good one,” Marcus said as they left. Brent was still leaning against the wall, panting heavily.

“Holy fuck… You just blasted my ass right in front of two random dudes,” Brent said. He shifted himself so he was leaning on Marcus’ body instead of the wall. “That was… much less stressful in hindsight, and much more hot. Wow, that was amazing.”

The Arcanine chuckled. “I’m telling you, this is the best way to have sex, is where anyone can see. Sometimes, you get people like that woman from earlier. Other times, you get people like our friend Chris there and his customer.” Marcus breathed out sharply through his nose and grinned, “Personally, encounters like that one are my favorite. Now, come on, let’s go find a place to wait for this knot to go down. Step carefully.”

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Brent was now a believer; he had more fun in that elevator than he’d had fucking in a long time — maybe ever, honestly. He waddled his way out of the elevator with Marcus embedded deep inside him, walking slowly side by side. Brent had to pull his pants up enough so he could walk, but obviously couldn’t pull them over the doggy dick. That meant as they walked out into the hallway and made their way into the lounge, a few people were still walking around and saw Brent with his ass stuffed and his rock hard cock hanging out of his pants. No one stopped to say anything.

The lounge had a few people sitting about with several eating and others just talking. Brent and Marcus sat themselves down on a couch so Brent could rest a little bit more comfily. As much cum that gushed out the back of him, Brent was still feeling quite full. The cock was still throbbing slightly, and was still very hot. The throbs rubbed against some sensitive places inside of him, which caused him to twitch as well in response. He took to gently rubbing himself with one hand, which was incredibly thrilling compared to normal, considering a couple of people at a table down the room were staring the whole time.

“So, Brent. While we wait, what do you do for a livin’?” Marcus asked. Now that they were actually talking instead of fucking, Brent took the time to appreciate the Arcanine’s deep, smooth voice. And one might not think of a country accent as being sexy, but it worked well with him.

“Well, I’m an accountant for a firm out in Missouri. I came here on vacation for the weekend. So far, it seems like it was a good choice.” He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes and grunting slightly as he felt some pressure start to build up behind his shaft. He stopped rubbing himself and let it twitch in the open air for a while. “What do you do?”

Marcus looked down at him silently.

“Oh, uh, right. Sorry.” Brent leaned into the massive fluffy body of the Arcanine, running his hand through the soft fur. Marcus was lavishly groomed, and even after their already extensive sex session, still smelled nicely of shampoo. Something minty, he noted. A question then came to Brent’s mind:

“Hey, Marcus. Are you from around here?”

“I am, in fact. I grew up a few towns over in a place called Locust Grove. Lived on a farm growin’ up. It was all good, but then I evolved and couldn’t fit through the farmhouse door so I left. I think the Cafe life suits me a bit better anyways.”

“Wait, seriously? You couldn’t fit through the door?”

“I could not. I nearly broke the door frame trying to get back inside that night, so I slept on the porch. Seemed like too much hassle to drag the carpenters out for a new front door, so I took up work someplace bigger.”

“That’s tragic, but also really funny.”

“Hey, every waiter needs a fun story about their lives to tell when they’re knotted on a public couch, right?” He chuckled lightly and wiggled his hips around a little bit on the couch. “I think it’s going down a little bit more and should pop out here pretty quick.”

Another minute or so passed, and the knot had indeed shrunk just enough to where Brent could push it out with his internal muscles. An audible pop happened, and a truly impressive amount of cum spilled out all over the couch. Brent moaned softly and took a deep breath.

“Oooh, jeez that was a lot. Wow.” Brent’s cock was twitching wildly in the air and a bead of precum sat just at the tip.

“Well, there’s a lot more where that came from iffen it strikes your fancy.”

One more question popped into Brent’s mind. “Do you actually always talk like this?”

“No. Most of the waiters here at the Cafe have sort of persona they put on for the customers. My accent isn’t nearly as thick as I play it up to be. The owner of the Cafe, a Typhlosion named Jack, does the same thing with his Irish accent when he works bedrooms.” Marcus’ voice changed immediately to something resembling what he was used to hearing from people around this part of the country. He was from northern Missouri, so it was still a bit different from what he was used to hearing, but it had much less draw to it, and was much straighter.

“But,” he continued back in his old voice, “it’s fun to sort of ham it up, ya’ know?”

“Well, it’s certainly quite endearing. An Arcanine is the last kind of person I expect to have a hick accent.”

“It’s gotten me places for sure. Now, turn around here. Let’s clean some of this mess up.”

It took Brent a second to realize what he had asked, but sat up and changed positions, his rear now facing the Arcanine’s head. Marcus leaned down and started to lick the cum from his ass. The canine’s lips weren’t as well equipped to suck and lick as his were earlier, but Marcus proved to still be quite good at the job. After all the cum on the outside was licked clean, he delved his tongue in Brent’s ass and started to lap up the large amount that was still inside of him.

Brent sighed and flexed his muscles, pushing out a large amount of the Arcanine’s seed. It oozed generously out of his hole, and was greedily licked up. After a minute or so, Brent was as clean as he would be. He went back to stroking himself halfway through, focusing on the lovely sounds of Marcus’ tongue lapping loudly. He was now facing away from the rest of the people in the lounge, but he hoped they were still watching. The fact that they were still doing all of this out in the open for all to see was not lost on him.

“There ya’ go. I’d say it’s your turn, now,” Marcus said. He moved so that his front end was still laying on the couch, but his hind legs were now touching the floor.

Brent stood up off the couch and dropped his pants all the way down, kicking them off to the side. He knew he wasn’t going to last too long, but that was perfectly fine. He stepped up onto the short table in front of the couch so he could properly reach the Arcanine’s ass. Marcus flipped his tail off to the side, revealing that same fluffy ass that Brent got to enjoy when they first started.

He leaned in over Marcus’ rear in, pressing his cock up against that revealed pink. Marcus’s entrance gave easily, and the insides were already quite slick with natural lubricant from all the arousal. It only took a few gentle thrusts before Brent was able to easily move himself in and out.

“Now don’t be too gentle back there. I promise you ain’t gonna hurt me.”

With the encouragement, Brent wrapped an arm around the Arcanine’s tail for support and began pumping in and out. Earlier, the canine’s sheath had felt very soft and it gave almost no resistance. Marcus’ ass though, was incredibly warm, just like the rest of him. It encased him in a wonderful blanket, and his ass was still tight enough to tug gently at Brent’s foreskin when he pulled out. Having that huge, fluffy tail to hold and hug while he fucked Marcus was the icing on the cake, and made the whole experience even more comfortable.

Brent looked over to the side, and noticed that several people were standing around and watching him, with a couple recording them as the man earlier had been. He smiled and buried his face into the fluffy tail, feeding off that feeling. People were watching him fuck an Arcanine in the ass. People were recording it. Maybe, he thought, one of them might even upload that video to the internet, where someone might jack off to it. That really sent a shiver through his body, and rushed along his arousal, as if it really needed it.

He had been correct in assuming that he would not last very long. It took only a couple minutes before that familiar sensation was growing, promising to dump his seed any moment. With no reason to hold back, Brent let the feeling wash over him. His voice grew louder, but he found himself being louder than he might normally for the cameras. If he were going to be posted on the internet, he might as well put a show on for it.

Brent got two big handfuls of Marcus’ fur and sped up his thrusting, his breathing growing faster and faster. Finally, with one final surge, he slammed forward and shot what he swore was the biggest load of his whole life. With all these people watching him. He moaned loudly into the open air, pulling Marcus back towards him with his grip. Marcus lay quietly on the couch with his eyes closed, a low growl coming from his chest.

Brent hardly noticed though, and rode out the last few seconds of his orgasm with a couple small thrusts, slowly pulling out and looking down to watch his work. It was obviously not as copious as Marcus, but that was the biggest creampie he figured he’d ever make. He stood there and panted for a moment, looking out again to the few people. They began to slowly disperse back to wherever they had been or were going before. Marcus opened his eyes and looked back to Brent with a smile.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Havin’ all those folks watchin’ you like that.”

“It’s amazing! It makes me feel so alive.” He rubbed Marcus fur a little bit, then returned to the couch and sat down. The leather felt nice and cool cool against his bare bottom, because he was hot and sweaty now from all the excitement. Marcus returned his rear to the couch and plopped it down in Brent’s lap. Brent quickly sat out to lick Marcus cleaned as he had for him.

Unlike earlier, Brent could smell the heavy scent of musk resonating from the canine’s tail end. It was absolutely intoxicating. He gladly kissed and made out with the Arcanine’s pucker, sucking and slurping out his own creampie with great pleasure. He wondered to himself what else this night might bring. It really couldn’t get much better than where it was right now.

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Marcus hummed softly as he forced the last little bit of cum out of his ass for the human to lick up. Brent didn’t know, yet, but the finale was soon coming up. Marcus bladder was now starting to feel really full from all the coffee and water he’d had earlier, and he really needed to empty himself somewhere very soon.

He could wait a little longer, at least. Brent seemed content to sit there and eat his ass the whole rest of the night if Marcus would allow him to. It was almost tempting, to just let it flow right there. His sheath was pressing against Brent’s cock, he could feel. It’d leave Brent and the couch quite wet. But, as nice and easy as that was, it wasn’t going to be enough. He wanted to make a show of it. There was only one more table with people at it, and they had stopped watching after Brent came inside of him.

Hopefully, someone would come along. It was getting kind of late, but the Cafe Plaisir didn’t typically go to rest until much later in the night. Marcus was sure he could count on someone walking by. For a couple minutes, though, he simply lay and enjoy the company. But, he found he could only wait so long, because it was getting uncomfortable holding in his bladder.

“Come here, Brent,” Marcus said as he rose and eased off the couch. His back legs were clenched together, and he grunted as he started walking. Brench grabbed his pants and followed him.

Marcus only walked a little ways further into the lounge, finding a nice, open spot of floor where both hallways could easily look in to see them. He looked around, found another couple people sitting at some tables on this other wing of the lounge and decided he could wait no more.

“Get on your back,” Marcus commanded. Brent obediently obliged, and lay down on the floor. Marcus walked over him, looking down. There was a hint of fear in Brent’s eyes, because he probably thought he knew what was coming. But when Marcus closed his eyes and breathed out slowly through his nose, it wasn’t a throbbing cock ready to pound Brent into the ground again he got.

Instead, a huge, hot stream of Marcus’ piss shot from his sheath, splattering Brent from crotch to head in the first second before leveling out, focusing itself right on Brent’s chest. The Arcanine let out a long, solid groan as the tension in his bladder was finally allowed to release. The splattering sounds filled the lounge area, and the two couples that were in there stopped what they were doing once more.

A large puddle was beginning to form around Brent on the floor. Brent was taken aback at first, but once he realized how wonderful that hot liquid felt, he lay there and closed his eyes, letting it pour over him like a nice, relaxing shower. It was absolutely heavenly, and it turned him on once more.

Marcus saw a short green Pokemon walk by one of the lounge entrances, then backpedal and look inside. It was a Simisage — Margrave, to be specific. Marcus wasn’t sure exactly why he was here by himself, but the familiar face was welcome. The two were friends, because Margrave shared some of Marcus’ kinky desires. His hair was cut shorter than most, and the only thing he wore were some tightly fitted black shorts. He walked over to the couple and waved. He also seemed to he holding a pretty large buttplug for whatever reason.

“Hey there, Marcus.”

“Howdy, Margrave.” Marcus was a large Pokemon, and when he had to pee, he really had to pee. After twenty or thirty seconds, he only felt about half empty. The puddle was growing into more of a lake, and it was actually steaming in the cool, air-conditioned building.

“Wow, you sure had to go there, buddy. Mind if I join in?” Margrave pulled the front of his shorts down before hearing the answer, letting his tan sheath flop out.

“Go ahead. I’ve got a good bit more left here.” Marcus was already feeling much better. The relief felt to him almost better than an orgasm itself.. His cock was poking out of it sheath a little bit now, causing the stream to angle more upwards, covering Brent’s face. Margrave was standing with his cock out, but he seemed to be watching first. Marcus was happy to oblige him.

Finally, after a full minute, the stream died down, leaving Marcus standing happily and contented over Brent’s soaked body. His button up shirt was drenched completely, not a single dry bit left. It also had a slightly yellow tint to it as well, though not too much. Marcus made sure he always drank plenty of water. He sighed and sat down on his haunches, forcing a last little bit of piss onto the side of his customer.

Finally, Margrave sighed, and let out a small stream of his own piss on Brent’s face. Brent squinted slightly, but it was much less obtrusive than Marcus’ firehose of a bladder. It was still nice to watch, though. Margrave lasted only about fifteen seconds, but he started to rub himself afterwards.

“Is it okay of I pop off here, too?”

“Go for it, partner. I don’t think he’ll stop you.”

Brent said nothing. He was panting with his mouth wide open, catching his breath after not being able to breath for a good twenty or thirty seconds until Marcus finished. Marcus watched on, his cock twitching back to life once more as the small monkey Pokemon jacked off. It didn’t take a long time, maybe a minute or two, until he grunted and bit his lip, squirting a few small shots of cum mostly into Brent’s mouth.

“There ya’ go. I’m sure he appreciates it,” Marcus said with a small chuckle. His cock was now laying across Brent’s belly , twitching with anticipation.

“Ah, that was good. Thanks, dude.” Margrave pulled his shorts back up.

“Hey, where are you going with that buttplug, if I may ask?”

“Oh, I was just going to take it to my room. I just cleaned it. Why do you ask?”

Marcus grinned and looked down to Brent, who looked up at him a little worried. “I think I have an idea. You mind if I borrow that from ya’? I’mma use it for tonight. I’ll have it cleaned and returned to you ASAP, of course.”

“Hey dude, yeah. It’s a fair trade for letting me piss on your customer and all that. Here you go.” He sat the butt plug next to Brent’s head.

“Thanks. Wanna stay and watch? We’re just about to have our finale here. It looks like we’re really starting to draw a crowd now, too.” There were several people that had poked their heads out of their rooms and had now stepped into the lounge to see what the commotion was. Several people were slightly grossed out by the expansive puddle of piss on the floor, but others seemed quite curious.

“I don’t see why not, I’ve got nowhere to be right now.” Margrave stepped back and joined the crow.

Marcus took a quick look around to all the people, giving them a small nod. He leaned down and gave Brent a lick on the face. “Okay, bud. I’m going to fuck you one more time for all these people to see. Then, I’m going to shove this buttplug up your ass and you’re going to sleep nice and full tonight. Sound good to you?”

Brent nodded. “Thank you, Marcus,” he after a couple seconds. “This is the best time I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, it ain’t over yet. You best be prepared.” Marcus flopped his cock down on Brent’s belly, uselessly squirting him. There was no way Brent could possibly get any wetter than he already was, as much as Marcus might try.

The Arcanine placed his paws next to Brent’s shoulders and squatted down, leaning his cock forward until it found the folds of the human’s ass cheeks. Marcus graciously gave his cock a few seconds to apply some of its natural lubricant between those cheeks — but only a few. He thrusted forward, and Brent let out cry, but it immediately turned into a moan. He was still quite loose from earlier, which made Marcus’ job that much easier. He wasn’t going to drag this on for long if he could keep from it.

The crowd had grown to a respectable size — maybe ten people in total. A couple human males and one female Lopunny were openly masturbating to the scene. That always made Marcus feel good, like he had created a piece of erotic art that people could get off to. But instead of creating the art, he was the art.

And Brent was his canvas. The human’s ass was incredibly welcoming to the thickness of his hot shaft. Each pump squeezed and caressed Marcus wonderfully in all the right spots. Marcus knew he was hitting all the right spots inside of Brent, too, because he was moaning uninhibitedly with one hand on his own cock, stroking it quickly. Marcus couldn’t really see under him that well, but he was sure it was a good sight for the onlookers.

He looked to them once more, finding that most of the crowd were masturbating now. That drove him to go harder and faster, wanting to make sure that these people had a good show and a good ending to blow their loads to. Marcus’ heavy sack was slapping loudly against the human’s wet ass, and loud schlorps from his ass blended wonderfully with all the moans and grunts and groans of the pair and their audience.

After two orgasms, Marcus still found himself coming up on his orgasm pretty quick. It was hard for him when he was in a perfect moment. He couldn’t think of much more that could make it any better. His balls ached with a need to deliver one more load for the night, and his hips pumped on to make sure they were satisfied.

Marcus placed a paw on Brent’s shoulder, then another on the other, pressed him down firmly to the floor. Brent groaned, spreading his legs out as far as they could around Marcus’ huge body, making sure that massive canine cock had more than enough room to fuck him as hard and easily as possible. The Arcanine began to growl, signaling that he would not last much longer. The flood behind the dam was threatening to burst, and he was in no position to deny it what it wanted.

He glanced over just in time to see one of the dudes shooting his cum onto the Cafe floor, which gave Marcus just the shove to push him over the edge. With a heavy slam, he howled and hilted his shaft inside Brent for the second time, and a deluge of his seed spilled forth, filling every single bit of the human’s ass with very hot, very thick cum. Marcus’ howl echoed across the Cafe Plaisir, and most of the crowd didn’t last much longer after it.

Just like in the elevator, there was just too much cum, so the last few shots squirted out with great force across the piss soaked floor, adding to the mixture. And this time, Marcus made the decision not to knot Brent, so he could enact the second part of his plan as soon as possible. It was a truly impressive sight to seem such copious amounts of seed in one single orgasm, and Marcus was glad to be the one to deliver that delicacy to his loving fans in the crowd.

Marcus couldn’t quite see it, but Brent’s orgasm also came at this point, and he covered his wet shirt with several roped of his own cum. Brent’s moans were the loudest of anyone, though still not louder than Marcus’ howl.

After the last spurts of cum, Marcus stood panting over Brent, whose chest was rising and falling quickly as he struggled to gain his breath. The Arcanine slowly retreated his cock, which popped out with a massive surge of white, staining a large spot on the floor below. Quickly, Marcus grabbed the large black butt plug from beside him and firmly pressed it against Brent’s ass until it popped in. The flow of cum seized immediately, locking it in Brent for the rest of the night.

Most of the crowd, by this point, had either popped off or were pretty close. Marcus stood over Brent, panting softly.

“Well, bud. Thanks for the fun. Let’s get on back to the room.” The Arcanine leaned down and licked Brent on the cheek once as several people started to clap. It was weird, having them clap, but it was whatever floated their boat he figured.

“The pleasure was all mine,” Brent replied, grabbing onto Marcus’ fur and pulling himself up from the floor. He grabbed his pants off the floor and waddled back to the room with Marcus.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Brent headed straight for the bathroom to rinse off. The clock on the night stand read twelve o’clock. Two hours of antics wasn’t too bad. Marcus crawled up into the bed and got comfortable. He had only been awake for about three and a half hours and wasn’t tired at all, but he knew that, after a session like he and Brent just had, he was going to want to sleep. It was something he was used to at this point.

After a little while, Brent stepped out of the bathroom, throwing the towel on the floor behind him. He smiled when he saw Marcus and crawled up into the bed with him. He nestled himself close to the Arcanine’s belly. Marcus wrapped his paws around the human and pulled him snugly against him, taking to licking the top of his head.

Brent chuckled, reaching up to pet Marcus on the head. “Didn’t really take you as the cuddling type after all that you did tonight.”

“Hey, everyone likes a bit of cuddlin’, even kinky fucks like me. It’s a nice way to ease back down after a crazy night like that. Also, I have a feelin’ I wore you out somethin’ fierce.”

Another chuckle and Brent kept petting Marcus. “That you did. Hey, are you allowed to stay with me all night? I’d like the company.”

“That’s no problem. It’d be awful mean of us to provide sex services and not let our waiters keep you company the whole time. You’d be surprised how many people come to the Cafe Plaisir, just to have some company for the night, no sex involved.” Marcus shifted slightly so that Brent could lay his head in his mane as a pillow. The big, cream tail curled upwards and served as a sort of makeshift blanket.

“Mmm. I can certainly see why… this is absolutely heavenly. I’d almost go as far to say you’re just as good, if not better at performing this role than dumping me full of cum and plugging it up.”

“How’s that goin’ by the way? Still feeling full?”

“Very. This is certainly a strange way to sleep.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

That was the end of their conversation for the night. After a minute or so of silence, Brent had passed out in Marcus’ embrace. The Arcanine lay there for a while, his own eyes closed as he attempted to maybe force himself to sleep. Luckily for him, all the excitement had taken enough of a toll on him that he also managed to drift off after a while.

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The day after, when Brent and Marcus had both woken up, Brent took another, proper shower this time. Marcus did a quick run out to the parking lot and grabbed his bags for him from Brent’s car, since he’d forgot to bring it in with him the previous night. Though, before he left, he made sure to stick around and watch Brent pull the buttt plug out and let the cum flow. It was a beautiful mess, though Marcus would have prefered he’d have done it on a table somewhere instead of the tub.

With a proper cleaning and some fresh clothes to put on, Brent went to the main bar to get breakfast. Marcus joined him, even though there was technically free breakfast for him upstairs if he so chose.

“Last night was the most fun I’ve had maybe ever,” Brent said as he munched on a very expensive looking omelette. To be fair, Marcus was preconditioned to see any food from this place as being expensive at this point.

“Well, I’m certainly happy that you enjoyed it.” Marcus had ordered two full breakfasts for himself and put it on his tab so he didn’t have to look at the bill. His breakfast was immense compared to Brent’s omelette. “I quite enjoyed it, too. It’s not every day I get a customer willin’ to let me piss on them in the middle of the middle floor lounge.”

“You don’t say? I say that anyone who doesn’t let you, doesn’t know what they’re missing out on and needs to lighten up a little bit.” He swallowed some food he’d been chewing on as he spoke and washed it down with a sip of coffee. For an accountant and seemingly well trimmed individual, his table manners weren’t the best.

“Different strokes for different people, my mama always said,” Marcus replied. He took a sip from his coffee as well, but his was a whole pot they’d just let him keep. “What are you planning to do now, today?”

“Oh, I plan on staying until tomorrow at least. I’ll explore some of the places around here a bit more, maybe check out the garden, maybe the room with the stage. I certainly need to try a massage while I’m here, too.”

They sat in silence after that for a little bit as they both finished their breakfasts. Marcus managed to finish first, even with over twice as much food. He gulped down the last of his coffee and sighed heavily.

“Well, Brent, today is a day off for me, so I won’t be on call for tonight. But, if you really want to tonight, you can call me and I’ll escort you down to my bedroom. You seemed pretty surprised about a lot of things about me last night, so then I could show you all the tricks this Arcanine will do.”

“That sounds great. I’ll take you up on that offer any night of the week.”

Marcus gave Brent his number before standing up and stepping back from the table. “Well, I’ll be eagerly awaiting you call tonight, bud.” With a flick of his tail, he walked off back down to his own bedroom.

Brent sat and stared at the Arcanine’s ass as he walked off. That night was going to be even wilder than the first, he could just tell. As the sight of those big black balls disappeared through a door, Brent started counting down the hours until he could get his hands on them one more time.