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As soon as his alarm sounded, Taylor bounded out of his bed. He was so excited to start his new job. Not a day after his graduation from college, the rattata was approached by a dragonite by the name of Bertram. He was big, tall, and wide but all very nice. As the purple rodent had taken up accounting, the dragon-type saw the potential within. He offered Taylor a job right out of college, something that so many of his class would only dream of. With his degree in Accounting, Taylor took upon the new job immediately. Bertram soon wrapped his thick arm around the rat 'mon and gave him the rundown of what the job would entail. The dragonite needed someone to keep the books at a small project. Of course, the rattata was more than happy to take on the project.

Rushing to make breakfast and get himself dressed, Taylor could hardly contain himself. All those years at school were paying off so quickly. It was more than a dream come true, it was reality. He had a job, a good one. He would be keeping track of a construction project, hopefully he would be able to get some peaks at big, burly guys lifting and dropping lumber.

Would they actually talk to me? Taylor wondered as he clipped on his shoes. He wanted to make a good first impression but he didn't want to come off as too newbie-ish either... He chose a more casual look. Checking his phone, the rattata saw that he was right on time. Getting up and stepping out of his room, the purple rat grabbed his keys and did one last check before he stepped outside and soon climbed into his car.

Turning it on and setting the GPS, Taylor was soon on his way to his new job. He was ecstatic the whole way there, not only at the prospect of the money but also the burly guys he was sure to meet. Even when in high school, the rat pokemon had a thing for bigger guys. But there weren't many of them in high school and in college they didn't really stick around. They didn't see much in a scrawny guy like him. After they were finished they were gone, and he was left to wait for the next... But while he drove, Taylor held on to hope. They weren't in college anymore, these were mature adults that he was sure would be willing to have fun more than once.

On the site, many pokemon were hard at work. Lifting lumber, bricks, and stone. There was no need for machines, the elemental beasts had enough power to lift beams, saw through stone, and even hammer nails through wood with their fists alone.

"Looks like it's gonna be another long one..." Sawyer complained, the burly venusaur dropped a bag of cement. "Hey, Troy, feel like mixing this up?"

"I'll give the water," the bearded blastoise huffed, "But you're doing to the turning."

"Fine... " Sawyer chuckled.

"Hey, guys, look at what we got here," Charlie, a tall charizard, who was more gut than muscle pointed to an unfamiliar car that was rolling into the parking lot before coming to a stop. "That must be that rattata Betram was talking about."

"He's here already?" Troy asked, keeping his eyes on the vehicle.

From the car stepped out the lithe, purple rat. His nose twitched excitedly as he looked at the construction site. What they were building, Taylor couldn't tell. Only the base beams were set up, lacking any details that could give the finished project away. Either way, Taylor was excited as he stepped onto the construction grounds. And to make matters even better, he was soon met with the visage of three men. Tall and burly, each of the 'mons looked back at him, whispering among each other.

"Yep, that must be him," Sawyer said in a hushed voice.

"Cute little thing, isn't he?" Troy asked.

"Nobody like him around here, that's for sure. So, what are we gonna do with him?" Charlie asked.

"Let's wait a moment... He might be one of the hot-headed ones," Sawyer huffed. They were told that the rattata was fresh from college. They knew very well that guys his age usually came from school acted as if they knew better than their elders. But as Taylor stepped closer to them and caught their gaze, the rattata actually looked nervous. But he cleared his throat and dared to speak with the trio that already had his heart pounding.

"Um, h-hey. The name is Taylor," the rat introduced, waving his hand out a bit. "I'm new here. You've probably heard about me." He stepped closer to the fully evolved starters. They were much older than him, bigger than him as well. Sporting thick arms and some with a guts larger than others, the men were exactly what Taylor enjoyed pinning for. But this wasn't high school or college, they were in a professional setting now. He had to act accordingly, there was a job to do after all.

"Huh... Well, my name is Sawyer," the venusaur introduced. "This is Troy and Charlie." The grass-type pointed to the blastoise and charizard, who waved their own hands accordingly.

"So you're the guy that Bertram was telling us about," Charlie huffed, resting his scaly hand on his chin. "The accountant around here... We'll show you the ropes." With those words, the charizard wrapped his arms around the skinny rat and pulled him close. With the blastoise and the venusaur close behind. The first place Taylor was shown was the makeshift office that he would be in. There was already a desk inside the building. On top of it was a small fan to offset the lack of air conditioning and a few windows to look outside.

"This is where you'll make the magic happen... However you make it happen," Charlie chuckled. "Really, Bertram told us not to bother you during hours but this is the only place where he can plug in the coffee pot. You don't mind keeping quiet if we drop, right?"

"Of course I don't," Taylor said, a little too fast and enthusiastic for his own liking. "I mean... You seem so nice. I hope we will have time to...talk."

"I like the sound of that," Troy put in, worming his way into the space. "Coffee and a chat, would make the day go by a bit easier."

"Alright, then. How about we show you what's beyond this place," this time Sawyer took the lead, guiding Taylor away while Troy and Charlie stayed behind. The chubby grass type led the rat to some benches.

"This is where we have our lunch. Too bad it isn't time to eat yet..." the rattata nodded by quickly blushed upon feeling a thick arm wrapping around his waist. But he just chuckled awkwardly as he was led to the next place. They walked a bit of a distance away and came to something that made the younger male's heart skip a beat.

Wedged into the ground was a trough and standing in front of it was a machoke and a tauros. Their meaty cock were banished in their hands, letting loose strong golden streams into the metal box that ended in a drain. Taylor gulped and averted his gaze but Sawyer just chuckled, patting the blushing male on the back.

"Here's where you take a piss and there's a few port-a-potty's further down," Sawyer said, pointing past the males relieving themselves. Soon enough they were turning around back towards the way they came. Upon reaching his new office, Troy and Charlie were waiting for him as well.

"I showed him all the basic stuff. I think it'll be better if he learns the rest for himself tomorrow," what Taylor couldn't see was the wink the grass/poison-type gave his fellow starters. They both nodded and acted accordingly.

"Now, I think it's best we leave you to it," Charlie said, rustling his scaly fingers through the rat's fur on his head.

"Yeah, you do what you do while we do what we do," Troy added, walking towards the project. "The info will come to you and all you have to do is keep track."

"Got it. Leave it to me," Taylor nodded as three men turned tail and returned to their jobs. The eager rattata soon sat down in the comfortable chair and flicked on the fan. Before him was a computer and some papers. While the device was booting up, Taylor read what the papers had to say.

It was a letter from Bertram, welcoming the rat to the 'family.' He couldn't be there to welcome him in person as he has to oversee his multiple projects all over the city. But the dragonite wrote a lengthy thanks to the rat for filling a position they were in need of. It ended off with the hopes that Taylor would be joining them for a long time.

As soon as the rodent pokemon finished reading, the computer booted up, revealing a blank slate. But there was a spreadsheet program. Whoever set this all up clearly tried their best. Taylor chuckled and connected the internet, seeking to add a few more programs that would help him out. Making the device his own, the rat looked around the office. It was more of a trailer than an office, able to be moved from sight to site.

Being only the first day on his job, Taylor drifted through the day. He was able to venture out and introduce himself to some other guys. He was able to make quick friends with the tauros and the machoke, named Mark and Hank respectively. They were certainly nice, giving him a few tips on the way things worked around here. But Taylor wasn't sure if they applied to him in the same way. He wasn't on the field like they were, rather he would spend more of his time inside his office. But if the records would be sent to him and he just needed to file them, that would mean he would have quite a bit of time...

The next workers he met were a nidoking, persian, electabuzz, and a raticate. Named Chuck, Steve, Clay, and Josh. Being the evolution of his own form, Josh took a liking to Taylor. He offered the fellow rat a place next to him at the table he usually sat at.

The day was soon over for the workers, leaving Taylor alone to make records of all the activities of the day. There wasn't much, just a bit of extra lumber they had to buy and bring in to strengthen the beams. With that totalled up, the rattata sighed and saved the records. Having finished it all up, Taylor retired to his car and was on route back home. All the while he thought not of the job itself but all the nice guys he met. Despite how tough and gruff they looked, they were all nothing but nice to him. He was excited to see them again, lifting and loading wood and stone...

He hummed to himself as he left his car and stepped inside of his home. While he went about the rest of his day, the guys at work were constantly in the back of his mind. Even as he watched TV, ate and eventually took a shower. As the warm water washed over his fur, Taylor couldn't help but think back to the sight of Mark and Hank taking a piss in the open outdoors. They did so without an ounce of shame, letting their lengths sit against the hands as strong streams of amber fluid splashed into the metal container just a few inches before them. Though it was a rather dirty idea, the purple rat couldn't help but imagine that their fat streams were aimed at him. On his knees with the burly fighting-type and normal-type standing over him, his mouth open and eyes looking up in pleading fashion. A sigh would come from the both of them before a rush of hot piss would splash down on his muzzle before hitting it's mark. Rather than swallowing right away. Taylor would be more than happy to hold his mouth open, letting the yellow fluid trickle down like a fountain. Yellow would trickle down and quickly stain the fur of his chest and his stomach. Not only would he bear the yellow markings across his fur but soon the reek of burly male piss would set in deep.

But he was sure it would be some time before things got to that point. And he certainly wasn't going to just ask for something like that. He'd be known at the workyard pervert or something like that... As he turned off the shower and soon dried his fur, Taylor yawned as he walked into his bedroom. It was plenty late and he wanted to get a lot of sleep. After all, he was a working rat now.

His alarm woke him up the next morning and just like before, Taylor was eager to get out there and meet up with the guys. He pulled into the dusty lot and made his way to his office. There, to his shock, the rattata was met with Troy, Charlie, and Sawyer. The three starters didn't say anything at first, simply looking at the purple rat as he clocked in and booted up his computer.

"Uh, morning, guys," Taylor said, feeling rather awkward. But once again they didn't say anything to him. Rather, they whispered among themselves back and forth. Too low and far away to hear what it was, Taylor tried to get to work but the guys staring at him made him anxious. Finally, the rat got and decided to leave, figuring that starters didn't want him there. He instantly thought of Josh and remembered that they had an apparent lunch date. But upon reaching the door of the furbished trailer, Charlie blocked his way.

"And where do you think you're going?" the charizard asked, flaring his wings.

"I was just trying to-"

"Well, you're staying here!" Troy interrupted. "There's some things you're gonna do for us."

"W-what's that?" Taylor asked.

"Look at this place," Sawyer put in. "You get to sit in here all day while we break our back lifting beams and stone. Now how's that fair? If you ask me and my friends here... We think you should start pulling some weight of your own." The grass/poison-type poked a thick finger into the rat's chest, pushing him back a bit.

"Here's what you're gonna do, kid... Exactly what we tell you. You can forget about Josh and all the others out there. You answer to us now. None of them out there are gonna save you either," Charlie growled.

"What's that on your desk?" Troy asked, spying a brown bag.

"T-that's my breakfast and lunch," Taylor answered shakily.

The blastoise just chuckled and took hold of the bad before dropping it on the floor and stomping on it. The rat gasped as his means were reduced to crushed mess. The blue tortoise approached the quivering mammal and sneered.

"We got all you need here, kid," the water-type dropped his pants, revealing the thick, pink tapered cock that slipped from the fat slit. "Give it a couple sucks and it'll give you all the protein you need. Maybe you'll start to look like us..."

"B-but I..." Taylor was trying to comprehend what was happening. Sure he had fantasies about big, burly males such as them, but it was nothing like this. Before he could get another word in, the rat was forced to his knees and the fully extended cock was shoved into his muzzle.

"Shut and get to it. And if you bit me I'm shooting a hundred gallons up yer ass," Troy threatened, swiveling his cannons. Gulping in fear around the cock, Taylor was quick to comply. He closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around the slimy thickness. As soon as he did so, a thick hand grasped the back of his throat. With a series of grunts and hefty moans, the blastoise humped the rat's mouth.

"Is he as good as you hoped?" Sawyer asked, pulling his pants down to reveal the thick, green foreskin that hid an angry red cock underneath. Even though it wasn't hard, thick lines of precum were already running down the grass-type's balls. It was oddly colored and looked like some kind of sap.

"Hot and tight, that's for sure," Troy huffed, pumping himself deep within the rattata's throat.

Beside them, Charlie pulled down his own pants, revealing a fat pair of slit lips. The dragon-like pokemon dug a claw within the lips, coaxing a thick, ribbed cock. Bright pink, and nearly a foot gulp, Taylor's eyes wide upon seeing it. Meeting his gaze, the fire-type drew his tongue over his fangs.

"F-fuck... S-soups on!" the water-type shoved his cock in deep and groaned as he came hard down the normal-type's gullet. The rat groaned as he was forced to swallow the ribbons of seed that gushed from the flexing tip. As it dropped into his stomach, a heat spread throughout his body, making the rat shudder. The hand on the back of his head, yanked him back, ripping the cock from his throat. A series of sputters and coughs came from the accountant but they were short lived as Sawyer took up Troy's spot.

A thick, rather musky cock was jammed into his mouth. Accompanying it was a surprisingly sweet dollop of precum that spurt against his tongue. That gave the rat a bit of comfort. His eyes closed and he focused on sucking the grass-type off. He was rewarded with more of the syrupy substance, splashing onto his tongue and oozing down his throat.

"That's it... Now you're catching on," Sawyer moaned, resting his head on top of Taylor's head. Unlike Troy, the venusaur forced Taylor's head down and held it there as he groaned and shot more pre down the normal-type's throat. With his other hand, he grabbed hold of the rat's face and moved it, back and forth. Pleasured sighs came from the chunky dual type as he listened to the forced slurps and gags on his thick cock. It didn't take much more to make the grass-type blow his load.

Pulling Taylor's head back, Sawyer rested his cockhead on the rat's tongue as his thick load spewed down the accountant's throat. It was nearly too much for the purple pokemon to take. As fast as he swallowed more sticky, sweet cum gushed from the tip. Sawyer helped him out by shoving himself down the rat's throat. The thick strings flew down the clenching tunnel, solving the problem...

Soon the only male left to serve, breakfast was Charlie. A deep chuckle left the faux dragon as he approached the rat. He took hold of the quivering male and pushed him onto the floor. Chuckling, the heavy fire-type sat on the rat's chest. He growled and leaned forward, jamming his cock in the rat's mouth. The winged lizard licked his fangs again as he raised his hips and thumped them back down. Underneath him, Taylor gagged at a thick, ribbed cock was forced deep down his throat.

Ignoring that gags and struggles under him, Charlie instead picked up his pace, slamming his cock in and out of the clenching throat, over and over, faster and faster. He was eager to cum so he could get to work and it was a great way to show the little twerp who was in charge around here... Thumping his pelvis up and down, Charlie humped the smaller guy's mouth until he reached his limit. Growling and puffing dark smoke from his nostrils, Charlie grunted as he came hard into Taylor's throat. The rat had no choice but to swallow down the thick load. The pressure was eased as the hard length was ripped from his throat. He was able to properly gulp down the hot substance. His stomach was filled nearly to it's limit, gurgling violently from the mixed loads that sat within.

The three males laughed as they pulled up their pants and soon left to continue their work. Left behind, Taylor clutched his stomach and belched. As he slowly stood up, his stomach churned, threatening to make him sick. With no other choice, the rattata slowly reached his chair and sat down on it. For once, it was hard to focus on his work. The pangs in his gut and the worry of what the burly men were gonna do to him next became his primary concerns.

For some time, the rattata was left alone, able to digest the thick seed. He was finally able to get up and walk around without feeling sick. But the rat was rather thirsty. Hoping to find some water out of the field, Taylor got up and approached the door. As soon he opened it he was met with Sawyer. The venusaur was surprised but instantly narrowed his eyes at the leaving rodent pokemon.

"Where do you think you're going?" the grass/poison-type asked, crossing his thick arms.

"I was going to get something to drink," Taylor admitted.

"Oh," Sawyer chuckled. He chuckled and stepped inside of the trailer before shutting the door and gripping his pants. "I was just about to come to you for that."

"Come to me?" Taylor repeated in confusion.

"If you need something to drink, you get it from us. And we'll come to you," Sawyer huffed, pulling his pants down. He pointed at his soft cock and stomped his foot. "Now, get down here..."

Taylor nodded and soon to his knees. Just like before, he used his tongue to flick the cock into his mouth. But instead of a blowjob, the rat was met with a sigh and something hot splashing against his tongue. The golden stream that dripped within his mouth grew stronger, soon gushing a thick stream down the rat's throat. He had no choice but to swallow it down, only adding to the heat in his gut. It was bitter and burning as it slipped down, but at the very least it eased his thirst. Finally the stream tapered out, Sawyer sighed again and pulled his pants up.

"Keep up the good work," the venusaur chuckled as he left to continue work.

Eventually the rattata had no choice but to leave the trailer, the pressure on his bladder was much too great. Much to his relief, the starters were nowhere to be seen. As quickly as he could, Taylor rushed to the trough. He made it just in time to pull his pants down. A long winded sigh left the rat as he relieved himself. Golden liquid splashed into the metal container. But his bliss was short lived as the purple pokemon was approached by the very 'mons he was hiding from. Shaking himself off and pulling up his pants, Taylor whimpered as the fully evolved pokemon were looming over him.

"You're late. It's lunch time," Charlie chuckled. He gripped the rat's shoulder and practically dragged him back the trailer with Troy and Sawyer following close behind.

Once back inside the three males found places to sit and once by one they took their shoes off, breathing sighs of relief that they could relax for a moment. But Taylor winced against the thick, cheesy musk that soon filled the room. To make matters worse the burly males soon stripped their yellowed socks from their feet, exposing them to the rat.

"Well," Troy huffed. "We don't have all day. Get to licking." Once again, Taylor was left dumbfounded but the tree starters gave him a look of pure seriousness. The rat grimaced but knew he had no say in the matter. Groaning, the rattata got on his knees and was soon face to face with the blastoise's scaly feet. They reeked with sweat, making a rank, cheese-odor. But another grunt came and Taylor reluctantly dragged his tongue against the salty sole. He was met with a pleasured sigh from the tortoise pokemon but his nose and tongue were assaulted with gross flavors and smells. Nevertheless, the rat pokemon continued to slurp and lap at the foot until he reached the rank toes. He licked between them, slathered them in his own spit. Troy soon waved him off and got up.

The rat pokemon was soon called by Charlie. While the rat was servicing the faux dragon, the blastoise collected the strewn socks. All together he dropped them into the coffee pot. And for the liquid, Troy lowered the pot and sighed as he was finally able to piss. His stream came out powerful, gushing golden liquid onto the sweaty socks and quickly filling the container. Once the piss stopped flowing from the tapered cock, Troy set the coffee maker. He turned around just in time to see Taylor using his tongue to clean the grime and sweat from the Sawyer's toes. Beside him, Charlie leaned back, looking rather satisfied as his feet glistened with spit.

Sawyer sighed as the ache in his foot was eased by the hot, pink muscle that pressed and danced against his sole. Taylor hoped that these were the last pair of feet that he had to lick and the last toes he had to suck. His lips curled around the fat digits and his tongue snaked around each and every one. Finally, the plant pokemon waved him off. Just like before, the rat was left feeling rather thirsty. But as if one cue, the coffee makers dinged. Troy chuckled as he poured the now green substance into a cup. He handed it off to the rat. "Drink up."

The parched rodent gripped the cup and was about to sip from the drink but that was before a wickedly rank smell hit his nose. It nearly made him gag. He couldn't even tell what it was. But before he could object, the older men jumped on him and held his body in place. The rodent's mouth was pried open and the bitter, sour substance was forced down his throat. It upset his stomach that moment it landed within. The rat gagged and choked against the poured liquid but he was held down until it was all gone. He was dropped to the floor, coughing and hacking. While the violet rodent was getting a hold of himself, Sawyer locked the trailer door and covered the windows.

The older men soon shed their clothes, lifting their shirts and discarding their pants. The rat looked up and gasped to see three, big, burly 'mons looming over him. They chuckled and took hold of the rat. They lifted him up and placed him on the desk. While Troy and Charlie held the rodent down, Sawyer took up position between the rat's legs. The venusaur easily took off the garment and gripped the purple mammal's legs. Before the rat could say anything the plant pokemon jammed his cock inside of the lithe mammal's ass. A sharp sting ran through the rat's body. Wailing and straining, Taylor was forced to take the thick cock with only the 'mons thick precum as a subpar lube.

"Mmm... His ass is tight, too..." Sawyer grunted and rammed himself in deep.

The grass-type wasted no time ramming and shoving himself inside of the rat with deep, long strokes. Taylor had no choice but to pant and grunt against the thick length that jammed deep inside of him. The only saving grace the rat had was the thick spurts of pre that came from the grass-type pokemon.

"Just keep breathing, it'll all be over soon," Sawyer grunted. While he shoved his dick deep in the rat, the venusaur was aware of the other starters awaiting their own turns. He grunted and jammed himself deep inside, groaning as his precum finally set in, spurting deep inside of the clenching cavern. The hot, tightness worked quickly to make him lean over and grunt. His cock pulsed, gushing his thick, syrupy seed deep inside of the moaning rat. Sawyer ripped his cock free, spurting the rest of his load against the purple pokemon's thighs.

"Next," Sawyer chuckled, stepping around Taylor and taking up Troy's place. The blastoise was all too eager to bury his already leaking, tapered dick of their little friend. Taylor groaned the moment his ass was stretched around a pointed tip that only got wider and wider. It was smooth but girthy, forcing more moans from the rat that was forced to take as many inches that the water-type wanted to shove inside of him.

"Glad I don't have to worry about stretching him out," Troy huffed, gripping the thin pair of legs. Holding them up, the water-type shoved his tapered length in and out of the wincing rat. He continued to struggle but the charizard and venusaur were easily keeping him down, rendering all of his actions useless. He could hear them laughing at him, waiting their turns as the blue pokemon used his ass.

Pulling him even closer, Troy bashed his pelvis against the rat's tailhole, fucking him so deep that it forced sloppy squishes and hisses. The venusaur's cum was forced from his ass, bubbling and spurting from his rim and down his tail. Hearing the gross bubbling and squelches, Troy just chuckled and shoved himself deeper, thumping his heavy body against the table. Each pump made a heavy thump and slight screech as the table was forced back and forth.

"Hope you're ready for a flood..." Troy grunted, humping his climax closer and closer. With no other option, Taylor braced himself. It wasn't too long that he felt the hot ropes suddenly heating up his ass. Above him the rattata heard the deep grunts of the water-type blowing another load. Satisfied, the blastoise popped his cock from the already leaking rim and replaced Charlie.

The dragon-like 'mon said nothing, simple narrowing his eyes at the rat as he stroked his ribbed cock. There was no doubt that he was going to enjoy this. On the other side, Taylor caught a glimpse of the long, textured flesh and trembled. It was nothing like Sawyer's thick cock, or Troy's tapered one. This was completely foriegn looking and most likely feeling. He soon got the answer to his suspicions with a hard press and jab of the blunt tip past his cum-soaked hole.

Nothing more than a deep, rumbling growl came from the charizard as he took the time to savor the feeling of a tight, seed-soaked ass that was still able to clench down on his dick. No doubt, the kid had talent, something that was sorely needed around here. Young guys could be used more often and bounced back quick. Taking advantage, Charlie slowly pressed himself inside, grunting as each rib of his shaft slipped past the tight asshole. He smirked as the rat taking his lizard dick was panting heavily, sweating, and mumbling strained words under his breath.

Getting to the good stuff, Charlie jammed the rest of his ribs inside of the hot passage. He strained and threw his head back, enduring the flash of pleasure that ran through him. Huffing a cloud of black smoke from his nostrils, the charizard grit his fangs and reeled back, tugging his cock back before shoving back in. The sharp motions forced a wail from the rat. But they did him no good. The fire/flying-type bent down, planting his clawed hands on the table. Looming over the smaller male, Charlie blew another puff of smoke before he humped even harder within the tight, sloppy rathole.

"Some good stuff you're working with, kid. Better hope I don't break it!" the fire-type chuckled and pumped himself even faster and harder within the clenching tunnel.

All that came from Taylor were incoherent moans that amounted to nothing at all. But it certainly amused the other guys. They chuckled as the rat's moans became choppy thanks to the rocking of his body. The fiery lizard humped even harder into him, forcing his textured cock deep inside before forcing it back out, subjecting the rat's worn rim to each and every one of his ribs. They were more than enough to force an orgasm out of the strianing rat. His face burned in shame and embarrassment from cumming on himself. He was being used and held down and yet he couldn't keep his dick from pulsing and spitting ropes of his own seed on himself.

The laughter around him only got louder, only offset by the deep groan that came from the winged fire-type. Against his clenching ass, Taylor could feel the scorching seed flowing deep inside of him. It only made him sweat more against the burning that only spread within him while his ass was filled. Luckily, Charlie pulled out but that was only so he could pump his cock and shoot the last of his load on the rat's chest, painting his already stained fur.

With all the guys taken care of, Taylor was sure that he was going to be let go, finally free from the torment. There was nothing more that he wanted to do other than get back to work. All the desire to lay with men such as them was stomped out like a weak flame. All he wanted to do was leave....

Much to his dismay, Charlie stepped away from the table and Troy returned. The blue pokemon grabbed the lithe rat, lifting him up. Too weak to resist, all Taylor could do was groan as his hurting ass was once again filled with dick. The tortoise-like pokemon was quick to huff and jam himself deep inside of the clenching tunnel. Now, Troy was simply taking the pleasure that he wanted. His pelvis slapped against the pair of cum-soaked cheeks, making the sharp claps ring out and echo off the trailer's walls.

"Now, you're pulling your weight," Troy chuckled, "Helping us blow off some steam!"

Getting no response, the blastoise continued to drill his cock deep inside of the no longer resisting rat. Giving up, Taylor just let him and other guys have at it. Troy chuckled and went deep and hard inside of the rat, fucking him hard until he blew his load a second time. The next up was Charlie, finishing what he started, the fire/flying-type jammed his thick ribs inside deep, threatening to pierce into the rat's guts.

"Better get used to it, because you're gonna be doing this everyday," Charlie growled in his new fucktoy's ear. He got nothing in response so he jammed himself inside extra deep, forcing another yelp out of the smaller male. Having gotten what he wanted, the charizard shoved himself inside deep and continued to buck hard until he came.

It was getting rather late, the sun disappearing under the horizon as Taylor was bent over the table, being fucked hard by Sawyer. How long he had been doing this and how many loads were inside of him, the rattata didn't know anymore, his legs were numb and his throat was dry. He just wanted to go home but it seemed the workers were never satisfied. They continued to rotate, passing him back and forth, shoving their dicks inside of him until they came and continued the cycle...

"Let's finish this up and head home," Charlie advised as he watched the grass type thumping his pelvis against the rat's ass. The venusaur nodded and pushed himself in deep, groaning as he came his last load deep inside of the rat. Callously, the grass/poison-type pulled out and left to find his clothes, leaving the rat leaking and panting.

"See you tomorrow, slut," Charlie eventually chuckled as he slammed the door. Left all alone, it was a solid half hour before Taylor was able to stand. Just barely he was able to reach the desk and clock out with shaky hands.

Despite all that had happened that day, there was a part of Taylor that was actually looking forward to the next day. Sure they were rough and demanding but... The rat shuddered as he pictured their bodies, pumping back and forth, glistening with sweat. All the loads of their cum he held... They caught him off guard but Taylor was ready for them. He would give them a 'break' they would never forget...