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Okay, now Eric was just plain scared. The two imposing mansions of homes he'd been to before were overwhelming for sure, but the directions Alistair had given him next had led him to what looked like an abandoned and dilapidated apartment complex. He could only imagine would kind of stuff would go on here, and the first thoughts that came to mind made his stomach tighten. He walked closer to the building and couldn't stop a sudden burst of paranoia, was he being watched? Swallowing heavily, he walked towards the door and froze. Scrawled on the door in ghastly coloured spray paint were the words "come on in" with an unsettling smiley face. This could really not be safe... But again, it had been an order from Alistair and passed down from Joseph so likely he'd find out if the boy chickened out. His throat went dry as he looked around, trying to see any eyes peering out or anything before he pushed the door open.

The door opened, surprisingly enough. It was intimidating, to be sure, but Alistair's reassuring words played through his mind: "Phobos is a bit rough, but he won't hurt you, or cause any sort of harm to come to you. It looks scary, but you're completely safe." Admittedly, it was hard to keep that in mind as he entered the old lobby. It wasn't completely falling apart-it looked halfway functional, if outdated and totally empty. It reminded Eric of those pictures of grey, utilitarian apartment complexes in the Soviet Union-Khruschyovas, they were called. On the floor, another message was spray painted: a big arrow, in bright purple paint, leading to the stairs.

Reassuring, that's what the Delphox seemed to be acting, but Eric most definitely did not feel safe. He entered the hallway slowly, the creaking of the door and the floorboards making him shiver, but not catching him off guard as much as the door closing behind him. The click was soft, almost silent, but he heard it and looked back, hoping to catch someone there but... nothing. It must've been the wind, this place looked like it would be drafty after all. With nowhere else to go (except back behind him and back home, but it kind of scared him to think of what Joseph or Alistair would do to him if they found out), he looked down to the cartoonish arrows and heaved a quiet sigh. He followed slowly, taking the stairs and leading towards a door at the landing. Likely, whoever Phobos was made his home behind this door, surely? He again approached, finding this one unlocked too, because of course, gently pushing this open too.

The door was marked with the same spray paint as the front of the apartment and the lobby-it read "BLESS THIS HOUSE", with a heart drawn beneath it. It seemed like some sort of joke on the part of the occupant-the sort of sentiment found stitched on a pillow, written on the door of an abandoned apartment. Only...it wasn't abandoned, was it? As Eric opened the door, he found himself standing in what was, if not a sleek and modern apartment, certainly an inhabited one. There was a couch, a fridge, a coffee table with a laptop resting upon it, and a door leading to a bathroom. It wasn't extensively decorated-the floor was the same shade of cold industrial linoleum as the lobby and hallways-but the fact that there was something normal to be found relaxed Eric somewhat. It was another minute before the bathroom door opened.

Standing in front of Eric was Phobos. He stood at over seven feet tall, a big, masculine, musclegut of a man with a jiggly belly and bulging biceps. He was a Gengar, and the big purple behemoth grinned widely upon seeing Eric. "Hey!" he said, his voice deep and booming. "I was expectin' ya!"

Hardly surprising that again it was another tall and powerful seeming dominant, but it was as if the mass of both Joseph and Alistair had combined into one to creat this utter BEAST of a man! And upon seeing the Ghostly giant, suddenly the surroundings made a bit more sense, probably a bit more homey to Phobos. It was still a bit scary to him, as was the... everything about this man. That gut so bulging and jiggly with each step, muscles so big he could probably crush Eric like a bug, piercing eyes that seemed like they could stare into his soul. And finally that grin. My God was it an awesome smile, but quite haunting given the situation. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself as he took everything in, slipping his bag back around to his back. "H-hi... Uh, sorry for being a bit, well, scared." He huffed as he took a few fragile steps forward. "This place isn't really what I was expecting..."

"Heeeeeeey, no need to be scared!" he said (it was now, he noticed, that Phobos wore only a cream-colored jockstrap that hugged his ample bulge). "I ain't gonna hurt ya!" He stepped forward, clasping one iron-grip hand on Eric's shoulder. The boy jumped, but found the touch friendly and calming rather than intimidating. "Now, I just want you to relax, alright? We're gonna have some fun, you and I." He grinned down at Eric again. "Now, how about you just close your eyes?"

The man spoke with a much more subdued and relaxed attitude than either of the dominants before him, it was both refreshing, but also a little strange. Of course though, that didn't stop him from being an exhibitionist, Eric blushed as he saw the jockstrap stretching to it's limits around the other's ample backside, not to mention his bulge. It was... wow, how was that thing not tearing at the seams? But he was staring, by the time he snapped to his senses, the other was literally inches from him and grabbing his shoulder, the initial touch making him jump, but then suddenly something washed over him and he felt... weird. "Uh... fun?" He stammered a little, his eyes feeling a little heavy at the suggestion given to him. Like what Phobos was probably used to however, at the first tinge of his own unique brand of domination, Eric resisted and took a nervous step back and away from that touch. "W-what was that?!" He yelped, looking at his shoulder, no residue, no tearing or anything, what the heck? He felt a shiver shoot up his spine as he looked back at violet mountain of a man.

Phobos smiled. "Alright, just settle down, now," he said, trying to get Eric to calm down a little bit before he started. He lowered his head, puckering his lips, and pressed them right up against Eric's lips, giving him a warm, heavy and dominant kiss. There's the old erotica line about tongues fighting for dominance, but there was no fight here-Phobos overpowered Eric, sticking his tongue in his mouth and doing his work. Phobos, you see, was a Poison-type, and could control what substances he could inject into things like, for instance, saliva. Some things could cause absolutely horrendous deaths, while others did things like...well, like what Eric was going through. It was powerful stuff-purple and viscous, yet enticingly sweet. Eric would find his mind growing fuzzier, his body tingly, his self more compliant.

Eric tried to step back again as Phobos bent down to him, but the huge hunk had a lot of reach to him, he couldn't fight back no matter what he tried. Their lips met in the most overwhelming smooch he'd ever endured, the ghost's tongue large enough to fill Eric's mouth and make his cheeks bulge out a little. While resistant at first, it was no use, the smooch made his heart flutter, the saliva had an overly sweet taste to it, and within a couple of seconds of their lips meeting, his body felt tingly, his spine racked with shudders and he could barely think of anything that didn't involve the massive, dominating man bearing down on him. The notion of escaping was a bubble that couldn't even form properly before it popped. By the time it ended, his eyelids were heavier than even before, his body felt like lead and the only noises that past his lips were gasps for breaths and gentle moans as his body came to grips with these sensations.

Phobos gave a deep, rumbling chuckle as he broke the kiss off, grinning at the blond human standing before him. "I can practically see little spirals in your eyes!" he said. "Now, now that I've got you controlled, let's try this out." He cleared his throat. "Strip down. Take your clothes off. Then..." He thought for a second. "Then you can get a taste of my big fat purple ass.~"

There was a voice in the deepest part of Eric's mind that instead of screaming resistance or begging for mercy, in fact seemed a little bewildered, words and thoughts barely forming, but if he focused long enough, it was like he could hear himself saying “again with the ass attention?” Of course, as Phobos had pointed out, he was under and pretty damn deep. Eric hummed out a little in confusion at first when the command was spoken, but when it properly registered, he nodded softly and began to slowly work on stripping himself off, in his dazed state though, his clumsiness amplified almost tenfold. He fumbled about with his belt for a good thirty seconds before he slipped it off, throwing it lazily onto the floor, then trying to shimmy out of shirt, only for him to get with it wrapped around his head and his arms trapped. His soft torso remained exposed, but he clearly needed a little help.

Phobos rolled his eyes, stepping forward to yank Eric's short off of him and tossing it to the side. "There we go," he said. "And sorry if you're sick of all the ass stuff you've been doing, but you're gonna have to get used to it if you want to be a true Pokeslut." Eric didn't know if Phobos could read his mind or not, but it was startling enough that any thought of getting sick of ass worship was off the table for a long, long time. And speaking of ass, Phobos turned himself around, reaching his hands down and grabbing a fistful of ass cheek in each hand. "Get a nice look at this!" he said, proudly. Phobos' ass was an absolute fucking behemoth-each cheek was bigger than Eric's head, it wobbled and jiggled with delectable fat, while still being firm and muscled enough to not be all flab. Its purple color was flecked with wiry ass hairs, and it was fucking godly. "Dig in.~"

As Phobos spoke, it was like his words quieted that voice in the back of Eric's mind, silencing it even without a thought, Eric's glazed over eyes shone bright and he gave a dopey smile as his now nude form stood and stared at the most perfect ass he'd ever seen. "Never... Worshipping ass is perfect, I never want to stop..." He whimpered as he stumbled forward and fell to his knees, pressing his face in as deep as he could, smooching those cheeks, nipping them gently, inhaling deeply of his scent. But this was an ass of the Gods, so thick, even in this situation he couldn't press against the man's hole.

In the back of his mind, Phobos hoped he didn't completely fuck Eric's mind. The poison would wear off after this-hopefully he wouldn't be quite this slow with some of the other doms. Javier or Damien wouldn't have the patience for that! Still, he was a fantastic ass worshiper, and Phobos gave a little growl-groan in pleasure. "That's it, kid, work those cheeks," he said. "Kiss my big fat ass all over.~"

"Ngh, love your big fat ass~" Eric moaned almost drunkenly between those cheeks, slurping the sweat from his hairs, continuing his worship while his erection strained needily and uselessly in the air, humping it forward in an attempt to try and brush against Phobos' legs, and of course failing. "I want to worship your beautiful butt for the rest of time, smother myself against it, have it be sat on me for days on end." Clearly he was a little too deep, must've been the trouble of 'poisoning' such a weak willed man. He would recover of course, but in the moment, he was beyond obedient, he was an utter slave, wanting to have more, be degraded and humiliated and used. "I... I need more of it~"

"Yeah? You want more?" Phobos rolled his hips, swaying his big gorgeous ass in Eric's face. "C'mon, get in there." He pulled Eric's hands up, putting them in position to hug around his waist, giving Eric a convenient hold to make out with Phobos' ass. It was soft, yielding and warm, lightly sticky with sweat, fleshy and furry and jiggly and wonderful. "Keep talking, cutie, I like hearin' ya~"

As Eric was pulled up, his moans and voice became so muffled, it was a wonder if Phobos could hear him, but the boy still obeyed without question. "Oh such a perfect hole~" He whimpered, nuzzling against it, smooching, almost making out with it, inhaling so deeply as he pushed his nose exactly into the center. "Your musk is so thick and delicious, I want to replace it with the air I breathe... I-- I could just live in your ass." Words Eric never thought he'd say in his life, but the drugs in his mind and the little push that Phobos gave him compelled him into the most lewd of thoughts and actions. "So wonderful and sexy. You just have the perfect ass, master!"

"Don't let Joe or Alistair hear you say that!" Phobos said, with a boisterous laugh. "Aaaah, there we go..." He spread those pillowy purple ass cheeks, showing off his tight, hairy, never-fucked asshole. "Here!" Phobos said. "Kiss my asshole. Make out with it, sniff it, treat it right." Phobos groaned, relishing how much of an ass pig this faggot was.

"But... The whole world should know of m-- MMPH!" Finally Eric's face was utterly smothered by Phobos' raunchy hole. The sensation of being pressed against was just so hot and erotic, his poor untouched cock throbbed and infact shot a small load of precum onto the floor, useless and just a mess with how he was positioned, he was so desperate to be pleasured, but at the same time, all he could think about was pleasuring the Ghost Pokemon and his amazing, perfect, outstanding ass and the utterly intoxicating hole he was pressed up against. He did exactly as was asked, made out with it softly and perfectly, treating it just right, sniffing and inhaling as if it were life giving oxygen, when in fact, pressed in this deep, he was actually getting very little.

"Nnnnnrf..." Phobos reached his hand down, stroking his big fat purple cock and groaning in pleasure from the tongue gracing his asshole. "Keep going, boy, let me fucking feel you make out with it..." He pressed his hips back, swallowing Eric's face in that big gorgeous butt. "Mmmmf..." A wicked grin spread slowly, and Phobos laughed a bit. "Want me to fart in your face, faggot?"

Eric continued to expel his muffled whimpers and moans to little audience by this point it would be a surprise if Phobos could hear him. Hell, he was surprised he could hear the other when he was so deep in, but he didn't question it, all he cared about was this lewd rump and how he could please it more. Given the question of what could happen next, the tiniest voice in Eric's head screamed no, he was a slut, a faggot and an ass pig, but he would never enjoy something like that... right? And yet, Phobos would quite clearly feel that soft face nodding and urging himself against the other's asshole, almost begging him to blast him right in the face.

"Pull your face out of my ass," Phobos ordered, and to Eric that might be a difficult thing to do indeed. But still, an order was an order, and Eric did so. "Ask me nicely to fart in your face," Phobos said. "And say "thank you, Master Phobos" when you're done gagging." Eric didn't know what that last part was about until he finally asked nicely, and Phobos rewarded him. FRRRRRRRRPT! Eric got a hot, sharp, ripe blast right from Phobos' ass-it bombarded the boy's nose with digested meats and pastries, coupled with that uniquely pungent scent of a stud's asshole.

It took Eric literally a minute to pull himself out from Phobos' juicy asshole, it was almost like it had been suckling him in. A worrying thought... But when he did escape, gasping and sweaty, face faintly smelling of the Ghost's anus, he took a few deep breaths before speaking. "Please, Master Phobos, fart right in my--" Before he could even finish the sentence, the ghost-type parted his cheeks and smothered him in a raunchy scent he could never describe even if he wanted to. It was both foul and sexual all in one. Yes he was gagging, but the most horrifying thing happened in the middle of the ass expulsion. He came. He came HARD. It seemed someone was a little more into being used and humiliated than even he knew...