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Willow At the Motel

a

fantasy

by

Gruffy

2018

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Hello, muffins! Here is another Rule 34 fic, commissioned by :iconKokuhane: and employing a character from a franchise loved by many - Pokémon, of course! I hope this is a surprising story, and an enjoyable read for everyone who looks some...kinkier stuff. Nothing too extreme, but certainly an interesting read, I suspect, for anyone who dares to take a look.

I shall be very happy for all your feedback. Reading you comments is always a pleasure - do remember that all votes, faves and watches and shares on your furry social media will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well!

Cheers!

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Professor Willow tried to stifle a yawn but was only partially successful. The sun was already setting out in the horizon, far away, further than he would be able to reach before the light disappeared and night took its rightful place. The n man sitting behind the wheel of the rented car was happy about the fact that he was already close to his destination. A glance on the GPS display told him that it was simply a matter of minutes before he would be at the Motor Inn for a well-deserved rest.

His eyes were definitely begging for it. His back felt somewhat stiff after three whole days of either crouching in the bushes or sleeping on a thin camping mattress when he made his stay for the night, in the middle of the woods. It had definitely been worth it, however, and his momentary discomfort was forgotten when he averted his eyes just momentarily from the road and to the bag resting on the passenger's seat. It was latched shut for now but under the flap his Pokedex and the freshly caught monsters stayed put inside their balls. Two Bulbasaurs, a Ho-oh and a trio of Chikorita were going to add up splendidly to his menagerie of Monsters at the research labs.

The unique chance to both capture specimens and to study them in their natural environment were a great change from the continuous lab work. It had left him exhausted, a little sore, and somewhat missing company other than the Monsters. He'd had to be really quiet, too, so as not to spook them, and that had left him somewhat listless. He didn't expect too much in the way of human interaction from his planned stop for the night, however. The ratings were low and the service was rudimentary at best. It was going to beat the tent that had served as his mobile base for the past few days, of that he was sure.

He saw the first neon sign about half a mile before the actual motel, and then the bigger one outside the building. It was long and flat, like the set of a horror movie, he thought with a chuff when he parked the car. Professor Willow was happy for the sign that suggested that the parking lot was monitored with video cameras around the clock, but he still decided to play things safe and took the bags containing his most important equipment with him to the reception. A very small, dusty-looking woman got him his key, numbered “12". That meant the weary traveller had to walk all the way along the L-shaped building to reach his accommodations.

It wasn't as bad as he had feared, but nothing to write home about. There was a bed, and the sheets smelled clean enough, and there was enough room for him to pile up his computer, his field equipment, and the precious bag containing his Pokeballs to a corner without filling up all the space available. Willow sat down on the edge of the bed and felt the springs. It made a creaky, metallic noise.

“Uhh…" he grumbled.

For a moment, he sat still, stretched his arms, and yawned. He was truly exhausted. Field work was fun and satisfying, but made him feel like he wanted to curl up and sleep for about a week. That was not going to be a luxury he could afford, however. He'd have to set out back to civilization the next day, to deliver his findings to the University.

Willow glanced at the bag containing his Pokeballs he had put on top of the dresser. His colleagues were hopefully going to be more than impressed with his field work. The specimens in the balls were going to keep him and the lab busy for weeks afterwards, not to mention the video footage of their natural behavior and his dictated notes. He'd have to put the undergrads to transcribe all of it while he conferred with the other Professors.

For now he was too busy yawning and rubbing his back to think about pokelogy. He also felt dirty after days out in the wild. Willow hoped that the shower actually produced some hot water. He wasn't going to risk using the towels provided by the motel but took his own out of his bag. Willow didn't want a rash on top of every other discomfort he'd had to endure lately.

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The silver-haired man emerged from the shower, feeling much better in his newly scrubbed, towel-wrapped form. He smelled of his favorite shampoo instead of grime, and his hair was astray for the moment, but he didn't mind. There was hardly anyone there to witness his less that groomed state. It was almost a pity. Many would have surely enjoyed the sight of the academic hunk, now in a mostly bared state. His usual lab-coated, neatly dressed appearance barely hinted at all that hid beneath the clothing. The Professor wasn't one to flaunt his physical qualities, opting for the more intellectual kind to be the foremost thing he brought forward to his colleagues.

Tonight, however, he did feel physical alright. The isolation his field work had forced on him, as well as the tiredness that had resulted in lack of any relieving activities had left his body in a rather charged up state.

Willow sighed.

He had begun to notice it on the end of the last day out in the wild, and had almost taken matters into his own hands before he decided against it. He felt pent up alright, and knew that would need very little stimulation for the physical responses to happen. He glanced down at his lap, covered by the towel that was pulled taut by his thighs. He could imagine the fleshy stalk rising, his fingers wrapping around it…

Willow's cheeks heated up at the thought, and he felt a twinge of arousal go through his cock from his dirty musings. There was nothing here now to stop him from just tossing the towel away and going at it as he pleased. The motel room might not have been the most erotic location, but he could do. A man had to do what a man had to do. He'd done it in much worse places than a slightly run down hotel and wasn't going to let the environment stop him from enjoying himself.

Something else did, however. Willow had almost put his hands on himself when he came to a stop. A dark, lusty thought filled his mind and it was impossible to shake it off. He felt a bit silly for thinking about it, but his erection tenting up the pillow, or his hard nipples over his pecs did not lie about what his body wanted. The temptation had set in, and it was hard to resist it in his current pent up state.

“Uh…" the Professor sighed. It was probably not a great idea, what he was thinking, but he couldn't resist the thought, in all of its illicit glory.

He got up, one hand still holding the towel up around his waist, even though the gesture was somewhat redundant by now, and retrieved his phone from the pocket of his pants where he had left it earlier before his shower. He returned to sit on the bed and stayed still for a moment, just holding his phone and looking at it, contemplating the thought.

Trepidation crept into his mind again but the insistent throbbing of his erection told him otherwise. He was going to do this. The idea was too thrilling to pass up, even though he had his doubt on the feasibility of the plan.

Well you won't know until you try! Willow reminded himself.

The silver-haired man chuckled nervously to himself before he tapped the phone open and selected the app. He hadn't been online since about a week ago and had to wait for it to do an update, before it could actually connect onto the server. Several messages loaded up at once - random people who had seen his profile while he was offline and had left thumbs-up emojis, friend requests and photos. He didn't really spend much time browsing them, he wasn't looking for photos of masturbate to, but something more tangible.

Willow checked out his profile to see that the information there looked like it would attract the right sort of people. The selfies he had attached did not show his face but rather, suitable snaps of his body that he hoped were sexy enough for anyone to want him. They highlighted his solid muscles, his nice, round rear, his sexy pecs and nipples and a couple of closeups of his cock and his balls for those who were into that. He was pretty sure they were a good set, something that could get anyone's blood boiling.

He felt somewhat vain, looking through his own photos. He considered adding a fresh one, but didn't feel like he could get one in the current lighting. He'd rather go with the existing ones, he decided, as he typed in an update to his profile text.

HORNY FOR ANYONE TO USE ME

TAKE ME

MAKE ME

ROOM 12 AT MOTOR INN

He read through the begging words several times and felt even stronger a blush grow over his cheeks. The embarrassment didn't make his cock any less stiff than it was before. Willow gave himself a couple of reassuring tugs through the towel before he set his status to 'ONLINE' . Now the status update was going live, visible to anyone who would come within his set range. He'd put it at several miles, considering the remote location of the motel. Maybe someone in a passing car was going this way and was in need of a muscle guy to play with.

His foot tapped the floor in a nervous bounce. The aroused man clutched his phone and kept staring at it, hoping for any updates. This wasn't a particularly sexy part of the process of finding some company, although it had its own thrill for the Professor. He'd put himself on display for anyone to see, to lust after, and to do anything they wanted to, as long as they were man enough to grab onto the opportunity.

After fifteen minutes, Willow felt silly and almost turned off the app. He chastised himself for his earlier eagerness. It'd been a long shot, anyway, and he'd been very horny then. He still was, even if his boner had wilted a little from lack of more direct stimulation.

“Oh well…" he commented as he put the phone down on the bedside table.

He didn't feel like sleeping yet, however. He was full of that same restless energy, and knew that if he tried to sleep now, he'd only end up tossing and turning under the covers. That would probably leave him feel much less rested than he hoped to.

The muscular man got up from the bed again and fetched his bag instead. He took out the video camera and put it down on the bed after brushing away a few flecks of dust from it. The black surface looked like it'd seen some better days, although the device was still in good shape. He'd been carefully not to bump it anywhere, considering how crucial it was for his studies.

The Professor flicked open the little screen on the side and tapped on it to browse through the files he had made during his time out in the wilderness. He might as well look at some of the video footage, to see what kind of thoughts it would elicit. He wanted to sleep, but if it was not going to happen yet, he might as well use the time well. He could continue the thoughtwork during the drive back in the morning.

Willow had to admit that watching monsters skulking away on their everyday business while he reclined almost naked on a motel bed was a somewhat novel experience. The Bulbasaur on screen was not one he had captured for his research, but following its activities on the video would be quite helpful too. He could imagine a paper to write on the secret lives of the forest monsters in the wild, one scientific enough to make even the likes of Professors Oak and Rowan impressed with his work. Getting to mingle with the bigwigs of the monster science was always a pleasure, and to have their approval as a mutual expert made it all that better.

The time index on the video told him that he'd been watching the oddly hypnotic footage for about 25 minutes when there was a knock on the door. The sudden sound made Willow almost jump on the bed and drop the camera. He tapped on the screen quickly to turn off the replay before he got up from the bed. He felt his erection grow back full force even across the few steps across the room and to the door. He hesitated while looking at the door handle, wondering if it really could be someone answering his hook up add, or maybe someone associated with the motel. To open the door in just his towel might raise questions in the latter case, he thought, with mild worry. It probably would'be the first time they'd find their clients in such a state.

There was an eye on the door, however, allowing Willow to spy outside the room. He flicked the cover open and quickly peered out, his heart hammering in his chest.

He only saw a dark apparition. The lighting on the covered walkway along the side of the room wasn't working very well, and he couldn't really see more than the general shape of a man standing there. Definitely a man, the size of the person was suggestive of that. Certainly not the little lady from reception coming to bring more towels, his mind said, almost hysterically.

His phone beeping and chiming on the nightstand made his mind. It was probably another message from the very man standing outside the motel room even now, waiting to be admitted. It wouldn't be polite to keep them waiting, especially not with the size of the erection straining under his towel.

Willow took a deep breath before he unlocked the door.

“Hello?" he said, polite as ever.

The man stepped in as soon as the door swung open, and without saying a word. He was huge was the thing Willow noticed immediately, even bigger than he had thought after seeing his image through the distorted view of the fish eye lense on the door. He felt his heart thrum up to an even higher beat when he went to close the door after his guest.

Willow didn't get far when large hands grabbed onto his sides ever so roughly and shoved him against the wall by the door. He collided hard, face to the wall, and felt the hot breath of the man on his neck. It made the Professor shiver and moan uncontrollably. The stranger didn't waste any time to assert his dominance over the man he now pinned to the wall. Willow was a big, impressive male himself, but this one easily won him in roughness and determination.

“Nasty little fuck, looking for dick," the stranger growled, “well I'll give you some…"

“Hmm yes please…" Willow moaned, “yes sir…"

The man grabbed his hair and yanked on it hard. Willow yelped in pain from the sudden move. Another hand landed on his hip and pulled on the towel to uwind it from the Professor's waist. The cloth tugged on the sensitive skin of his hard cock on the way and made him moan out in pleasure, mixing with the pain from the hard pull on his hair.

“Shut up, slut!"

Willow bit down on his lip.

“Sorry sir…" he whispered.

The man groped on Willow's ass hard, with fingers rough enough to probably leave marks on the otherwise unblemished skin. The feel of nails digging to his supple flesh turned Willow on immensely. It made him push his already sore ass back to the touch of the hand that was providing him with such sweet agony.

“Aaahh…"

The hand on Willow's hair twisted on him harder, even less caring for Willow's comforts than before. The pain threatened to overwhelm the intense submissive pleasure this rough treatment gave him. The right hand administered several sharp slaps on his ass without giving the Professor any chance to recover from the previous blow on his rear.

“Dirty little fucker," the man growled into his ear. Soon his teeth grasped on the tender lobe and bit down, hard enough to truly hurt.

“OWH!"

The rough hands tore him from the wall and he was pushed towards the bed. His cock swung wildly back and forth. Willow had lost none of his arousal even through the rough swats that made his ass burn bright red. He gasped when he was thrown to his belly on the bed.

“Don't move. And don't speak."

He didn't intend to. Whatever Sir wanted him to do, Willow would comply. He was already aroused beyond belief by the rough handling from the nearly faceless, nameless man. He was simply there to do anything he wanted with the muscle slut that was the Professor. Willow was too horny to care just how must've appeared, with the message online, and now, submitting so easily, without a word to the man's obviously stronger will.

The bed creaked ominously when his visitor climbed onto it. Thick thighs hugged onto Willow's own on either side, muscle on muscle, and a rough fabric, denim, perhaps. The man's legs were hot, and incredibly strong, clutching down on him. It was a remarkably sexy sensation and suggested to the man on the bed that he was not going to have an easy time. Maybe this stranger on top of him was going to give him exactly what he craved so badly - the complete loss of control, as he succumbed to his own lust and that of another man.

What was certain was that the man was in control. Willow had no choice now, he had given that privilege up at the moment he opened the door. Now his Master was on top of him, and he heard the click of a belt buckle being opened.

His asshole clenched with desire. He hadn't played with that sensitive part of his body in days either, and his ass was as needy as the hard cock that was now pressed between his muscled body and the questionable bedspread. The thighs squeezing down on his hips from the sides was enough stimulation to make his ass pulse lustily.

“Hmhmhhph!" he whimpered, face flat against the mattress.

Willow wasn't ready for the swoosh of leather flying through the air before the stranger's belt made contact with his skin. He bit onto the sheets and groaned loudly at the snap of leather. It'd caught his shoulder and it hurt, it hurt so bad. It was surely going to leave a welt.

“AAAaaaa…"

His body shuddered and jerked from the intense pain. It wasn't the first strike either. The belt slapped along his back and his ass too, leaving him almost in tears and struggling against the weight of the True Man on top of him.

Those same rough hands grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms sharply behind his back. Willow moaned out and lifted his head off from the bed. It looked like he was planning to call for help but only managed a pleasured moan. The evil treatment turned him on immensely, despite the discomfort he had to endure when the man wound his belt around his wrists and pulled it tight.

He was effectively bound, and even more helpless than before. A hand slammed down on his back, between his shoulder blades, and forced his face down again.

“No moving, slut."

He panted into the mattress that quickly turned damp from his breathing. His ears picked up a strange hocking noise that was followed by the wet splash of spit on his ass. It trickled down his crack and to his balls when the big hands spread his cheeks wide.

Ohhhhh - !

To call it blunt was a horrible understatement. A thick, meaty cock slapped into his ass crack and ground back and forth only a few times before the man on top of him changed his positioning and then shoved the searing hot tip against his hole. Bare and smooth, a huge cut cock hat was intending to make its way into the Professor's vulnerable body.

“Fuck - “

That was The Man again, and the man humped down, putting his whole weight into the thrust to force himself into Willow's ass.

It hurt.

He might've been experienced when it came to taking dick, but there was very little preparation involved here. The man on top of him cared very little for his comforts when he concentrated on shoving his dick up the Professor's rear. The burning, thick cock poked at his puckered hole until any resistance was won and he could worm the rest of his many inches into the scorching hot tunnel he found nestled between those aching rump cheeks.

He moaned and bellowed into the mattress, with enough force to make the springs jangle underneath him. His entire body contorted with the invasion that kept going and going, spreading him wide. He hadn't expected such a huge dick to go up his ass with so little preamble and it showed. He was going to be walking funny, there was no question of that. His rear was being violated by something big, something that was scary and wonderful and made his cock throb even if it had gone somewhat limp from the initial shock of the penetration. It almost felt like cumming, the pulses going through him, although nothing did come out.

The Poke-Professor was truly speared deep. His asshole clenched wildly around the cock that shafted into him. He was wide open and his muscles fought the intrusion, to no avail. The man on top of him had his whole weight on the Professor, and used it to his advantage to keep his cock sunk balls deep in the tight hole. His teeth grasped on the skin on Willow's neck, claiming him even further so.

Oooohghf!

The man grabbed onto Willow's arms to keep them still before withdrawing his hips. The movement inside the Professor's ass made Willow's guts churn around the relatively huge tool that now felt like it was going to escape from him and leave him gaping open and empty.

He didn't have to be afraid of that terrible fate, not now. The very same cock soon sunk back in, as deep as it would go and the man on top of him ground their hips together. The cock massaged his insides and made the Professor moan again, unable to keep any of those sensual noises back. The huge balls warmed his taint and made his own churn.

“Slut," the man spoke accusingly, hotly, in a throaty voice while he slobbered on Willow's neck, “getting exactly what a fuckhole like you deserves…"

The bad language and ugly words only served to turn Willow on further. If the man decided that he was to be referred as such, then that was who he was. Just a hole to serve any true man, beautiful flesh for them to abuse and do as they pleased with.

The man on top of him was relentless.

He fucked into the hole that became hotter and more slick with every thrust now that he was pumping trickles of pre-cum inside Willow's tunnel. It was a cursory help, but allowed the man to fuck him harder, faster. Willow definitely felt it, the change in the speed of the thrusts that came at hard, ball-smacking strength. Huge, hairy sweaty nuts kept swinging and colliding with the Professor's own. The stranger pounded into the Professor's ass with the desperation of a man who hadn't possibly gotten off in a week. Willow's dirty mind conjured the image of balls ready to burst, carried by a big, mean man intending of pumping all of that stockpiled cum into the Professor's sluttily offered ass.

Willow had no idea how long that might take. The faceless stranger showed no signs of tiring in his act of roughly taking the Professor's asshole. His whole body rocked heavily on the man, and there was something especially dirty about the way the man's belt buckle kept clinging and smacking on Willow's hips. His nameless fucker had only dropped his pants enough to get his dick out of them so that he could screw the muscular man senseless.

Because that was exactly what he was doing. The Poke-Professor was just something to stick his dick into, a hole to fuck as hard as he liked and nothing more. Being reduced into a mere living sex toy turned Willow on immensely, even if he would never admit to such a thing publically. Yet now he wanted to beg for cock, he wanted it to go as deep into him as it possibly could, and he wanted to be filled with seed to the point that it'd leak out of his slutty asshole and down his balls.

It was easy to imagine all that happening with the knowledge that the man on top of him apparently wanted to make it into reality. His ball-slapping pumping had the big muscled man moaning and squirming on the bed, unable to control his physical reactions to the lusty fuck he had submitted into.

“Well hot dayamn, I'm late!"

Suddenly the Professor heard a voice that didn't belong to the man currently fucking his ass. A slight shiver went down his back, both from the shock of hearing another strange voice and the soft breeze that must've entered the room from the now open door.

“Hnnghh...hghh…" grunted the man on top of him.

“Is that anythingGoes69 under there?" the other stranger asked.

The man's thrusts grew harder, as if he was annoyed by the question. Willow grunted into the nearest pillow. It felt hot and damp from his breathing and him biting on it.

“What does it FUCKING - look- like?" his fucker threw the words back in a huff. His irked state made him ram his cock into Willow extra hard. The Professor panted into his pillow as he felt his ass become increasingly ruined by the rough man claiming him repeatedly.

“It looks fucking sweet!" came the reply. “Think he minds if I join in?"

The Man replied by pressing his hand roughly against Willow's neck, as if to try and stop him from raising his head and actually speaking out his mind.

“Think he'd insist. That ad said enough I think...hmmmph…"

The man leaned down and bit on Willow's neck. He moaned helplessly at the feel of teeth roughing up his skin. It felt like it was going to bruise. It felt fantastic. He was almost too distracted by it to note - through his hearing - that the surprise second party to see his hook-up message had now decided to climb onto the bed as well. Hands grabbed on his hair and pulled him up into the light that was now almost blinding after spending quite some time with his eyes buried on the pillow. The same hands turned his head to the left so that he came to face to face with a big, red, cut cock only inches away from his mouth. He glanced up to this new man, who gave him an ugly look back and grabbed on his jaws more firmly.

“Suck up, boy. The other end is occupied. Bah."

“Hah…" the man pounding Willow's ass snorted.

The Professor knew he had no choice -whether given, or one of his own mind - but to accept the gift of a hard cock in his mouth now. It tasted sweaty, salty, a meaty treat for a true slut like Willow. He lived for the moments when he got to worship dick with his body, and here was one that was being given to him so freely after he had announced to the world that he was open for business.

“Hmmmmmmhh…" the Professor moaned, both from the taste of cock over his tongue, the feel of it around his lips, and the fat cock plugging his ass again and again.

“No time for kissing it sweetly," the man grunted.

He grabbed Willow's head and showed himself into the scientist's throat without any further warning.

“HRPH!"

Willow gagged. He drew air from his nose and around the thick cock that now filled his mouth. It went deep, too deep for comfort. He coughed again when the man shifted and churned his dick inside Willow's stretched throat.

“Pretty sweet mouth…" the rough top opined as he held himself fully lodged in Willow's throat, hands on the back of his head to make sure he was not going anywhere.

The one fucking the Professor slapped his ass soundly. It made a cracking noise and smarted badly on his abused rear.

“This isn't bad either," he commented. “Not as loose as you'd expect from a big pussyboy like this."

“Maybe I'll take a crack later...gonna enjoy this first…"

The double-speared man was still making incoherent gagging noises around the cock in his mouth. Hairy balls pressed to his chin and rubbed on it when the man continued to twist and turn his dick inside Willow's mouth. He coughed wetly. His throat was surely going to be sore by the time this rough man was done with him.

Willow grappled the sheets while his body was pounded from two ends. The thick cock pumping back and forth in his ass made his insides coil up repeatedly around the shaft that thrust ruthlessly into his rear. Heavy bruises from the man' hips smacking on it were an inevitability, Willow thought. The idea gave him a thrill, of being marked by a complete stranger - or strangers, in this case, because it was obvious to him that this second man to find him in the motel room was after exactly the same thing as the first one.

“Hrhmm...not bad…" the man going at his mouth said after a few thrusts into Willow's throat, “obviously knows what to do…"

“Ain't no blushing virgin!" laughed the other man.

Willow was caught between the two, making him rock over the bed with their continuous fucking action. His own arousal grew with every gag and every harsh slap or bad word coming from them. his own cock rubbed almost painfully onto the sheets underneath him while his body shook and flexed. The big dick going in and out of his ass pounded at his prostate and made it throb, so deep within his violated rear. The face-fuck only made it more intense all around. He hadn't expected to end up double stuffed like he did now, on the smutty motel bed where these two men reduced him into a cock warmer.

It was perfect for him. And the increasingly rough treatment only made it better, the way their bodies smacked together and how he had to strain to simply be able to take all they were dishing out on him from either end. The man fucking his mouth was even yanking on his messy hair to force his head go back and forth on his pole.

“Hotdamn...gonna...fff…." grunted the man on top of him, quite suddenly, and rammed himself in deep.

Willow had an idea on what was happening, but he had very little say on the matter, of course, not when the heavy man bit down on his neck and pumped very hard and fast on his upturned rump. his hips crashed on Willow's ass, and the teeth clamped on his skin hard enough that they might've drawn blood if the bite had grown just a little more firm.

“Yeah...fff.hh...yeah…"

The man's incoherent growling was followed by one final thrust from him. Willow was sure that he was cumming now, pumping his hot seed into the Professor' churning guts. The man fucking his mouth didn't give him a respite even for enjoying the climax from his top, however. He made sure to yank painfully on Willow's hair and ears and ram his shaft very deep into the gagging, wet mouth.

The rough man on top of him dumped his load for a good time. He continued flexing his hips slowly to drive it into the Professor's guts. Yet he didn't stay to linger in his afterglow but pulled out quite soon. Willow felt empty when the cock plopped out of his ass. His hole clenched and expelled cum with a splurting noise.

“Hmph...damn, what a fuck," the man commented at the sight, or so Willow thought. He then proceed to slap his slimy dick in the Professor's smutty ass crack. Willow gasped and moaned around the cock still filling his mouth.

“Good bitch huh?"

“Pretty good...hahah…"

The same rough man laughed and swatted on Willow's rear with his hand when the sparks of pain went through him again.

“Hmm...might take a crack later...think I'm gonna pop a couple down this one…"

The man laughed again. Willow thought he was done with the spanking when the slapping ceased, but the man obviously had something else in mind when his hand suddenly reappeared, this time wrapped around the Professor's balls. He grunted around the cock pumping in and out of his throat when the fingers squeezed down hard and yanked on his loose nuts.

“This one's a free for all…"

“Hah!"

Willow's ears teared up from the pain coming from his balls at the uncomfortable treatment he received. The man wasn't just fondling his nuts playfully but he was truly squeezing them hard, enough to bring discomfort. It had the potential to become unsexy very soon, however, and made him squirm.

“Don't you go anywhere!"

The hands of the faceless man pulled on him so that his nose was buried in curls of sweaty pubes. His throat swallowed desperately around the hot shaft throbbing within him. His hands grasped on the sheets for the lack of anything else to hold onto.

“That's better."

“You gonna be busy there for long? Might have to clean this thing somewhere…"

“Hah...sure!"

The cock slipped out of his mouth, but Willow's relief was brief. The two large men worked together to manhandle him onto his back on the bed. His own hard dick flopped over his belly when he was suddenly thrown about.

“Uhhmm!" the Poke-Professor yelped.

The man who had just finished fucking his ass took his turn to climb onto the bed, cock in hand.

“Time to clean this up."

He slapped the cummy cock against Willow's cheek and then used his fingers to force the man's mouth open. The dick he then deposited in Willow's gullet felt just as big in there as it had been in his ass. It made his hole clench longingly.

“Suck it good!"

The man just rammed it in and didn't give the Professor much of a chance to demonstrate his head-giving skills..

“Well damn...of course the bitch's hung…"

The man whose cock he had been sucking on decided that teasing Willow's own endowment was the next thing he wanted to do. He grabbed the thick shaft and lifted it up from Willow's belly. He moaned around the dick that was doing the familiar pistoning action into his mouth and throat. The curious fingers fidgeted with his cock and pulled on it.

“Owhm!"

“Hah!"

The man let go of his dick and let it fall down again. He delivered several slaps down over the meaty tube.

“ORGH!"

“At least it's good for keeping him in check!"

“Ha...do some more of that! I think he sucked harder when you did!"

“Hmm...was gonna do it anyway…"

The man was obviously keen on abusing Willow's cock and balls. Ruthless hands tugged on hairless nuts and slapped the thick dick around over Willow's belly. It smarted, and it also made him feel remarkably horny. Each hot slap made his belly feel hotter. Was the man going to try and see just how much the muscle hunk was able to take?

“Hmphh…" the one humping his mouth commented.

“Wow! Didn't know it was gonna be a party!"

“Haha! Sweet!"

Willow barely registered the fact that the voices didn't belong to the two men already playing with him. This added two more, coming into the room. He tried looking at them but the man's hold on his head didn't allow him to do so. He did hear steps, and the shuffling of clothes being removed.

“Looks like a crowd!"

“This one can handle a lot... “

“Bet he can!"

The man toying with Willow's package chuckled roughly.

“Just spare the ass for me for the moment, I was just gonna have a go at it."

“Hmm...okay…"

The man grabbed his cock and pulled on it like a handle.

“Come on, let's make some room."

“Awwman…" said the one currently plundering Willow's mouth.

“You can have that back soon."

There were now four pairs of hands that set on moving Willow into a position there big, dominant men wanted him to be in. They half-pulled, half-carried him off the bed and tossed him onto the floor on all fours. He'd barely gotten in position when hands appeared, roughly groped his ass and then delivered several hard smacks on his already sore buns.

“That's better."

“Open up!"

Someone'd already taken position over his head, and Willow had time for only a quick breath before a fresh cock was pushed between his lips.

“That's the ticket, slut…"

Rough hands yanked on his hair again and made sure that he was going to take the dick as deep as it would go down his throat. He gagged again, unable to keep the natural reflexes back, but had no choice at this point. And he just really really wanted that big cock pounding at his tonsils and making him gag. He wanted to cough up spit so that it covered ihs ace and he wanted his face to burn and his eyes water from the sheer shameful pleasure that came from having his mouth turned into a mere pussy to fuck.

The man working over his ass got tired of just spanking the Professor's rump, and decided that it was time to put it into some better use. Willow realized there were more than one pair of hands at work when his ass cheeks were spread and rough fingers poked at his stretched out, oozing asshole. The fingers pushed in and twisted around in his puffy pucker with little care for Willow's comforts. Other hands continued to keep his ass cheeks spread and to give better access to the man abusing his hole. It made Willow's cock throb and leak down onto the motel room carpet. His moans were stifled by the dick filling his mouth, even when further spanking action made his ass cheeks shine red.

“Give 'im some more cock!"

A wet schlong slapped on the Professor's wide open ass crack before it went at the hole. The man planning to fuck him wasn't gentle but instead shoved all of himself through the clenching pucker and into Willow's ass in a single thrust.

Willow bellowed, but the cock in his mouth meant that very little of it came out. He felt crunching pubes pressing onto his crack amidst the sheer pain from the sudden penetration, soon turning into the slightly more comfortable sensation of moving fullness inside him when the man started to fuck him with firm, deep strokes.

“Yeah, that's the ticket!" the man announced, maybe to nobody in particular when he rode the Professor's smutty ass. He was really driving it in and out of the man on all fours, he crouched above him rather than staying on his own knees, which meant that he could come down with much more force.

It was submissive heaven for Willow, and hell at the same time. It was making him so horny, and so lost in the pleasure of losing himself in giving himself up so fully for these men to use. Just a cock in the mouth and the ass wasn't even all the was having at the moment, either. There were two more men and two more cocks, and they were smacked all over his back and chest when the duo decided that he could be of use to them even with his holes occupied.

“What a bitch!"

“Yup! Prime quality!!"

“Maybe we should see if he can take two in the ass at the same time…"

Willow's eyes widened. He'd kept them closed for most of the time while he sucked off the man - or more like, just tried not to choke on the dick that was being pounded in and out of his mouth - but now they opened when he heard this rude plan take place. He couldn't really move to speak out his objection at this plan , being speared on both ends between two men hunching into him repeatedly. He was sure that his poor asshole would not be able to survive intact if two stiff dicks were stuffed inside it simultaneously.

“uujhnhph! Hhmkhphpheeehhnhhhhh!" he gagged and groaned around the dick poking at his gullet. His hands grappled at the thighs of the man in front of him, trying to push him away so that he could speak up, but the man's hands on his own neck meant that he wasn't able to overpower the horny man and get his mouth free.

“Hmhmhmgrrhrhh!" the Professor continued to struggle.

Willow had no idea that rescue came in the form of a hard slap on his ass that almost made him see stars, and a quickly grunted remark from the man pounding his stiff dick in and out of the Professor's scared butthole.

“You wait your own turn at this pussy!"

Willow's burning ears detected a huff and a less than impressed slap of a cock against his hip, probably from the man who had suggested double penetrating the poke-Professor's once tight anus.

“The bitch's already double booked."

Harsh, rough thrusts filled Willow's ass repeatedly from the man who kep grinding his hips and his apparently rather hairy balls into his crack whenever the man bottomed out inside him. The randy thrusts came with enough force that it made Willow's own cock swing helplessly back and forth between his obediently spread legs.

Even that was proven to be his undoing. The constant slap of his meaty dick on his thighs and his belly attracted hands that found his shaft and pulled on it hard.

“Really getting off on this!"

“Ha!"

Hands slapped on his ass and even on his balls, despite how busy his rear was with the amount of cock he was getting in it. The constant pounding from his harsh anal intruder was bound to make him incredibly sore in the end...but that was not in sight yet. Willow knew that these men were not going to let him rest until they'd gotten all they wanted out of him.

Wreck me! was what his mind thought about that prospect. The very idea made him moan around the dick in his mouth and push back to the shaft pummeling his ass.

“What a complete bitch."

He didn't even know who said it. The hands, the voices, and indeed, the cocks were growing into a complete blur. The men waiting their turn at his mouth or his ass kept slapping their meaty dicks on his face, his hair, anywhere they decided that the Professor on his hands and knees could use some cock.

“Hrhmhmm..fuck yeah!"

The voice alone told Willow that the man fucking his ass was about to finish up. Hands gripped on his hips hard, nails digging to the once perfect flesh while he rammed himself deep.

“Yeah, pump and dump the slut!"

He moaned and whined, gagged with a cock or not. The men surrounding him only made it worse by reaching under his sweaty body to squeeze on his nipples and pecs. He thought he would see stars when they tweaked on his nubs, so sensitive after their previous abuse.

“Fuuuuck yeah!"

Cum gushed into his ass in creamy pulses. He could barely feel it through the sore fullness of the pulsing, twitching dick.

“Don't you move in there! If you're done, gimme a turn!"

The man hunched on the Poke-professor's back treated his subby butt boy to a good old slap on the ass before his slimy dick was roughly yanked out. It made a sound like a cork being popped.

“Damn that's one well fucked pussy…"

A thumb replaced the cock and pushed past the obscenely swollen lips of Willow's asshole and churned around it to feel up the damage the second rough buttfuck had done on the once tight pucker. The muscle ring tried to clench around the finger shoved up his rear, but to little effect other than forcing a few creamy globs of seed out of the freshly bred hole.

“All yours since you insist, bud!"

Willow's cheeks burned searing hot from the knowledge that they were passing him around like a third rate whore or some even cheaper sex toy everyone was using just for dumping their loads. The next man didn't even bother teasing his ass before he decided to simply ram his dick into the now extra slimy and loose opening into his body.

“Unfffhhh!"

The man went balls deep and started to thrust inside the man's ass without waiting another second to get his share of the Professor's slutty rump. He felt rather thick and stretched out Willow's hole good, even after a couple of sessions already. The bulbous tip rubbed down on his prostate and made Willow's own cock throb pitifully.

“That's right!" the man announced. He treated a few slaps between his ball-flapping thrusts into the upturned ass.

“Enjoy that cunthole!" the man who had previously fucked him said. At least Willow thought that was him. It was hard to tell when all he saw was the sweaty, hairy belly of a man ramming dick into his choking throat. Each gag brought a gurgle of hot foaming saliva from his throat and made it leak from between his lips and the cock being pumped in his mouth.

“Hell yeah I am!"

Hands slapped down on his ass even amidst the continued buttfucking. It made his asshole squelch rudely, with the thick shaft ploughing into the cum-filled messy fuckhole they were using as their very own manpussy. Willow felt like a mere toy in their hands, one to throw around and fill from either end as they pleased.

It made his own cock so very hard, swinging between his legs with every hard thrust coming from the harsh fucker taking his ass from behind.

“Oh he's really liking it!"

More rough hands found him, this time to tug on Willow's balls and his painfully hard cock.

“The bitch!"

Someone flicked the tip of his swollen cock hard with their fingers. It smarted and made Willow moan. They weren't being gentle, for sure. They enjoyed hearing him make such a pained noise, especially desperately groaned around the dick still stuffed in his mouth. It only seemed to encourage them to stick even more cock into his various holes. The man fucking his ass rocked his hips heavily to drive the thick shaft in and out of his anus. He groaned around the dick pumping into his mouth.

“Mooing like a cow!" someone said. It made the Professor whimper around the dick in his mouth. Someone slapped at his swaying package again.

“Let's ruin him!"

Whoever said it aloud, the others were keen to follow. Besides the harsh fucking, the others decided that the slutty Poke-Professor deserving nothing but the roughest treatment from them while they waited for their own turns at the man's sloppy holes. Willow wasn't sure if he had ever been fucked quite so hard. He was practically squished between the two men ramming dick into him. The others slapped his ass and his nuts and tweaked on his nipples. He could even feel nails clawing on his skin. Willow could imagine red welt and marks to cover his body for days to come.

“Hoooly fuck gonna cum…"

The man using his ass kicked up a high gear and pumped in and out at a quick pace, balls slapping on Willow's own. His grip on the man's hips grew stronger, almost enough to bruise. It felt incredibly arousing to the Professor.

“Ahhmmrmhmhhm…"

“Fuck-fuck-YEAH!"

The thick dick was slammed in deep, before the splashes of cum began to pump up Willow's ass. It joined the earlier loads there and made the slutty Professor imagine his entire belly bloating up with the seed churning in his guts.

“Knock him up!"

The only thing that distracted Willow from his top's orgasmic heights were the hands yanking on his balls and his nipples. His tormentors were seemingly keen to make sure that he wasn't enjoying the fuck too much - or maybe just the opposite. They probably wouldn't have been roughing him up quite like this if they didn't suspect that he liked it done to him. They knew exactly what he wanted.

He moaned around the slick cock in his mouth when the dick in his ass was withdrawn. He felt gaping and empty, and hands were pulling his ass cheeks apart. The tugging made his asshole wink and clench. It was hard to tell, but he could imagine cum oozing out of his well fucked, ruined butthole and down his smooth taint.

“Awyeah!"

“That's a good hole!"

The compliment made his cheeks burn, even amidst the distraction of having another cock already slapping on his ass crack. The fleshy 'fwap' 'fwap' 'fwap' made the slutty Professor moan hotly around the latest dick to pass between his lips.

“Fuck him till he's oozing it!"

Willow was not looking forward to the ride back to town the next day. His ass was getting such a workout that he knew he was going to be extremely sore. The dick swatting his rump suggested that it was not getting any easier either. He might've already gotten fucked several times but when the bulbous tip rubbed against his hole, he knew he was in for a different kind of a ride.

“Hoooooomhmhhhh!"!

His asshole was stretched good. And the guy was barely in yet, just pushing and prodding, trying to get himself past the resistance that Willow's ass could still put up despite being reduced into a sloppy gaping hole by the numerous dicks he had been made to take.

“He's really going at it here…!"

Willow sucked on the cock in his mouth as hard as he could, if only to stifle the slutty moans that kept coming - much like the slide of the cock into his red sore asshole. Whoever was taking their turn in his rump did not start out easily. The guy went in to the root and immediately started to ram the Professor's ass with all he got.

The constant pumping into his hole and against his prostate became a blur in Willow's mind. His latest top was putting his ass to maximum use.. Heavy, sweaty nuts smacked against the cumstained, pent-up pair belonging to the slutty man on all fours. Whoever wasn't getting a turn on his mouth or his ass spent the time fondling his muscled body, slapping him with their hard, wet cocks or tweaking his nipples. Rough fingers reached under his torso to pinch on his man-tits. The pain mixed with pleasure under the torture of those finger squeezing and rolling on his hard, dark nubs. It felt like the randy men surrounding him in their illicit circle of pleasure wanted to milk them dry.

The cocks ramming into his mouth and ass were so big and so rough that tears were starting to form in the corners of Willow's eyes from the sheer humiliation and discomfort of having something of that size pumping inside him. His own useless cock kept slapping his belly from the pounding that game from behind.

It must have amused them, because it made the dominant men give slaps to his balls and his dick, as if to try and make it go down again.

“Puny fucker is really getting off on this.."

“Hell yeah!"

Rough fingers pulled on his dick, establishing a quick motion. The flow of pleasure the jerking off caused in the Professor made him moan around the cock humping into his mouth. It felt almost too good, in such a perfect contrast to the discomfort of the pinching on his nipples and the continued spanking his ass received, from the slamming hips and the hands that were keen on punishing his rear.

His eyes popped open in shock when Willow realized what was going to happen. His cock throbbed and flexed in the grip of the man he couldn't even see, with his face buried in the musky, hairy groin of a male who intended on seeing just how long the Professor could deepthroat his thick cock before he simply couldn't keep it up any longer. The painful contractions of his throat and the pounding on his prostate must've contributed to the pleasure shooting through Willow's body - and then to the floor.

“Fucking pig!"

He was cumming onto the floor, first in quick spurts, then just dribbling out onto the newly formed puddle while the thick dick in his ass milked more of his seed out by punching against his prostate again and again. His rectum pulsed with renewed tightness around his dom's cock, due to his orgasm, and it made the fucking in his ass even rougher on him.

“Making a mess!"

The flow of cum from Willow's dick abated eventually, but his tormentors showed no sign of stopping. Fingers yanked on his stiff, now spunk-stained cock despite his orgasm having passed already. They were pulling him much past it, to the territory of overstimulation. Soon the slutty Professor wanted to howl around the cock in his mouth, but to no avail. Rough hands pushed his face against the man's sweaty pubes and made sure that no undue noise came out.

“Such a complete slut…"

The hugely endowed man in his s ass eventually climaxed as well, and added to the dirty mess of cum and lube inside Willow's ruined anus. He asked for the man in the Professor's mouth to swap with him, which meant that soon he had a new cock plundering his asshole and the cum-soaked monster being forced into his gagging mouth.

It went on and on, the cocks coming and going. And at some point they threw him onto his back and just kept going at it. He was lying in the puddle of cum he had made himself, now soaked to his own sweaty back, his legs were held up and a thick dick buttfucked him mercilessly. Other cocks slapped his face and occasionally dipped in his mouth, as if just to tease him of the possibilities of sucking them.

“We'll make sure you don't forget this night, pussyboy," a muscular man younger than him told the Professor, which made it an even more humiliating a thing to say, especially by someone who was jerking his huge, red cock right above Willow's face.

It was slut heaven, really, being surrounded by half a dozen men who were either fucking him or pinching his nipples, his spent dick or his balls. Sloppy noises were made by hands that fisted over swollen pricks that hovered above the Professor. His eyes were filled with the sights of the swaying shafts and the big balls hanging below them. Some of the nuts were hairy, some shaved clean, and he knew very well knew that the loads churning in them had a receptacle at ready.

“Everyone's gonna know what you've been up to!"

“Yeah!"

Then it was spunk literally raining on him, covering the Professor's face and his chest in seed. One after the other the men unloaded, encouraging each other to mark their bitch for good with their jizz. Globs splattered his cheeks and filled his nostrils, even, making Willow even more breathless than before. It wasn't like wasn't already panting, for one of the men who had fucked his first was already rooted in his ass and pumping away for his sloppy seconds...or maybe it was his third go already. Nobody probably counted anymore.

Willow was in such a haze that the next thing he really understood was the sound of the motel room door slamming open.

“Goddamn....I've been driving for over an hour to get here, did I miss out?" a new voice exclaimed.

“Hell no!" someone replied. “Come on in. This thirsty fucker is hardly done."

“Shit, I thought this might be a fluke but then everyone was saying what a great slut you had here, I just had to come and see for myself….fuck yeah!"

Willow understood that despite his exhaustion, and with his nipples, ass even his mouth feeling so sore, the night had only just begun.

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