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It was a perfect late spring day with blue skies, but where others got to enjoy the beaming sun and flourishing nature to the fullest, Mark had chores to do. Standing in front of a metal drying rack in the backyard, he was gathering fresh laundry and piling it into a hamper. At least he had his brother Tyler to keep him company and help him with the clothing.

Or try to help, as Mark watched his brother fail to throw a sock at the hamper right next to his feet. "Damn, missed another one," Tyler grunted, letting loose a deep yawn as he picked up the sock and dropped it into the basket.

"And that's the third miss in a row. I wonder why that is," Mark remarked with a crooked grin, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the drying rack.

"Huh? Why?"

"Come on, Tyler, your room is right across the hall," Mark sighed. "I could hear everything last night like you were right next to me, and I really don't need that at 2 AM, especially not with a test the next day. You know it's your fault if I fail that thing?"

"Arceus, you almost sound like Mom already, Mark," Tyler chuckled and turned around, glancing at the passing pokemon with an absentminded grin. "Also, what can I do? Amanda really doesn't hold back when she's getting into it, and oh boy, did she get into it last night. I'm telling you…"

Mark cut his brother off with a snort and puffed his cheeks as he watched Tyler wink at a passing gogoat. "Tyler! Cut it out and let us get this over with," he snapped and threw a pair of fresh socks at him.

Finally, Tyler turned around, a saucy grin on his cheeks as he doubled down, "Hey, why are you in such a hurry, bro? The weather's beautiful, the pokemon are gorgeous, and I still need to say hello to the ones who arrived yesterday. So many new faces~"

Mark wrinkled his face as if he had bit into a lemon, digging his fingers into the towel in his hands. "I know, they're lovely and all, but please, there's no need to screw around with them until three in the morning," he groaned, only for a snippy smirk to broaden on his lips. "As you said, why are you in such a hurry, bro?"

"Huh? Hmm, fair point." Tyler pensively rubbed his chin before continuing to take down the laundry.

A couple of minutes and a few suggestive smiles at passing pokemon later, the drying racks were finally empty and the hampers overflowing with laundry. Lifting one of them, Mark nodded at his brother, "Alright, let's head back inside and fold this stuff."

Tyler returned a brief grunt of approval, which was enough for Mark to set off. However, he was already on the patio and halfway through the living room door when he realized that his brother wasn't following him. With a jaded sigh, he turned around and spotted Tyler next to Cherry, a tall sawsbuck with lush pink flowers in her antlers who had arrived just the day prior. His brother had good taste, Mark couldn't deny that, and unlike him, Tyler had no trouble feeling up the pokemon seconds after he met her for the first time, his hand already resting on her furry rump.

"Hey, Tyler! The laundry isn't going to fold itself any faster without you, so get your lazy, tired butt over here!"

Tyler perked up when he heard his name, but his gaze remained distant and he kept groping Cherry's big, fluffy buttock for another moment before he pulled away with a playful slap and sauntered toward the patio with a winning grin. "Sorry, I had to check in on someone real quick."

"I know. I'm not blind, Tyler," Mark retorted, his chest tightening as the sawsbuck peered at his brother with longing eyes. How did he always get away with it? How was he so successful? "Can't you give her a day or two to find her bearings before you jump her ass?"

"I was just trying to help her, tell her about the premises, where she can go, and what's there to do," Tyler chuckled.

Mark shot a piercing look at his brother. "Can't you control yourself and focus on the task just once?"

Tyler rolled his eyes and sighed, another snide remark forming on his lips, but he swallowed it and finally followed Mark into the living room. Fortunately, their mother had already set up a pair of ironing boards, so they could get to work without further ado.

The living room was just as busy as the backyard, with plenty of pokemon passing by as they entered or left the house, which gave Tyler ample opportunities to distract himself. Ever so often, he snuck in a playful grope or pushed his hip against them as they slipped by, but little more than that as he actually tried to take care of his share of the work. At least until a floatzel in a maid dress entered the room with a feather duster in her paws and began dusting the furniture. His hands came to a standstill as he peered at the industrious pokemon, and he curled his fingers as she dropped down to her knees to clean the space under the couch.

Sometimes, Tyler's thoughts were incredibly easy to read.

"Hey there, Shelly. Looking good in that gear~" Tyler cooed.

The floatzel flinched as she heard her name, only to turn her head and shoot a sharp, judging glare at Tyler before she carried on. The ensuing silence put a gloating grin on Mark's face, and all of a sudden, his brother was working more diligently than ever.

Soon, their progress manifested in a tall stack of neatly folded laundry. "Nice, that's the first basket down, just one more to go," Mark sighed with a smile, but his expression faltered as a luxray strolled into the room.

"Oh, hey, Bella. Nice to see you," Tyler greeted the feline and sank a hand into her silky fur as she passed by, brushing his palm across her back. "As beautiful as ever."

The feline purred at the compliment and pushed back into Tyler's touch, teasingly hiking her tail and curling it around his wrist as he ogled her bare backside, but the sight wasn't enough. Suddenly, he wrapped his hand around her tail and pulled her closer toward him, groping and kneading her fluffy blue butt with wanton strokes.

The luxray stiffened with a surprised mewl as Tyler felt her up, only to submit to his affection a second later and nuzzle him with an even louder purr, sliding her muzzle under his T-shirt to return the favor with a long, teasing lick.

Mark blushed as he watched the feline turn to putty in his brother's hands, and he hastily averted his gaze as Tyler's fingers expanded their exploration, searching for the tight treasures that lay between Bella's fuzzy buttocks. Still, he heard the wet slurp as his digits found their target, and he crumpled up the shirt in his hands with a huff.

Work continued even with Bella around, but with just one hand available, Tyler wasn't much of a help anymore, and Mark struggled to focus as the feline nudged and nuzzled his brother's crotch with needy whines and mewls.

Finally, as Tyler dropped the same pair of boxer shorts for the third time in a row, Mark had enough and growled, "Tyler?"

"Huh? Oh right, the laundry," Tyler gasped, reflexively pulling his hand away from Bella's rear. However, as he glanced at the full laundry hampers, he put his hand back on her butt. "You know, we're almost done anyway, so could you do the rest for me, Mark? It looks like I have to deal with something more… urgent. I owe you one!" With a wink, he turned around and led the luxray out of the room, leaving it to Mark to pick up and fold the boxers he dropped. His pair of boxers.

Once the couple was gone, Mark rubbed his face and took a few deep breaths, each followed by an even heavier, exasperated sigh. "Sure, another favor to add to the pile. Gotta be an entire week of chores by now. But as long as you're having fun..." he grumbled, only for his shoulders to slump when he realized that he still had to get the drying racks back inside.

A sudden touch on his shoulder snapped Mark out of his aggravation, and when he looked around, he noticed that Shelly was standing next to him, holding out the folded pair of boxers with a tilted head and supportive smile. "Oh? Oh, thank you, Shelly."

With the floatzel's help, Mark swiftly took care of the remaining laundry until he stood between two baskets of sorted and folded clothing, his fingers smelling of artificial flowers from all the detergent and fabric softener. Now, he only had to carry everything to their rooms and he was done for the day, so he lifted the hampers with a strained grunt, and went on his way upstairs, adding their weight to the mental tally of favors his brother had to compensate for.

On the staircase, Mark was welcomed by the lustful cries and moans of Bella and Tyler, and his hands tightened around the handles of the basket, his knuckles turning white and trembling. Their sounds of pleasure weren't the only thing awaiting him, though, as his brother hadn't bothered to shut the door, filling Mark with the urge to turn around and leave the baskets at the foot of the stairs so he wouldn't have to see Tyler with yet another conquest, another affair who had succumbed to his brazen charms.

However, Mark hadn't hauled all the clothes upstairs for nothing, and with an exasperated sigh, he walked toward the source of the racket. Thanks to the open door, he couldn't escape the sight of his brother as he railed the mewling luxray on his bed. Kneeling behind her, he gripped her slender, fluttering tail with one hand and clutched her fur with the other while he plunged his cock inside her tight, bulging feline pussy, stretching her out and making her quake at every thrust. Accentuated by heavy grunts and the wet slaps of his fat, swinging sack, they weren't making love as much as they were breeding like feral pokemon in the wilds, fully engrossed with each other and nothing else.

The glimpse of Tyler's natural dominance over Bella was more than enough to burn itself into Mark's mind, and he stared at the floor, gritting his teeth as he dropped his brother's clothes hamper with a loud, heavy thud.

The bang interrupted the couple's mindless joy, and Tyler stopped thrusting to turn his head and look at Mark. "Huh?" His confusion passed as quickly as it had come, though, when he spotted the basket, and with a nod, he went back to business, making Bella roar with a firm whack to her butt before plunging his rod back into her snug feline cunt. "Thanks, bro. I owe you."

He owed him. Oh, how much he owed him. Mark clenched his fists and inhaled sharply as he looked up again, only for his heart to skip a beat when his brother was still staring at him with a cheeky grin. "Are you just going to watch, or do you want in on the fun?"

Without so much as a word, Mark whirled around and rushed out of Tyler's room with his laundry basket. Once he reached his own room, however, he simply dropped the hamper as he couldn't even be bothered with it anymore, being too preoccupied with his seething anger at his lazy brother, and an awkward boner from Bella's alluring backside. Not even his video games could distract him as the lewd noises of Tyler's current fling pierced right through the earpieces of his headphones, and there was seemingly only one way out.

With a defeated huff, Mark jumped up and barged out of his room. Slamming the door shut, he rushed downstairs and out of the house, trying to get as far away as he could. Before too long, he had crossed the backyard and was pacing up and down among the fruit trees, clenching his fists as the memory of his brother and the slinky luxray refused to leave his mind. Their groans and cries echoed in his head with every step, and he remembered Tyler's cheeky grin as he had put down the laundry basket.

Finally, Mark stopped next to an apple tree and leaned against its trunk, forcing himself to take a deep breath and repress the vivid imagery. But where the memory left his brain, his emotions filled the gap, and burning jealousy spread through him. Where he talked, Tyler touched; where he got a smile and a nuzzle, Tyler got butt and pussy, and if he hadn't called him out earlier, he was sure that his brother would've screwed that Sawsbuck silly and beyond.

Mark gritted his teeth and groaned as he punched the bark of the tree. This simply wouldn't work! He needed some better distraction.

Grasping at straws, Mark panned his head and realized that he was near the gym. Back when his parents had bought this old, dilapidated farm, they had repurposed one of the barns and set up an extensive variety of training equipment on the bottom floor. Maybe that would distract him? He turned and went over to the building, not even bothering to change his T-shirt and jeans for a more appropriate outfit as he slumped onto the rowing machine.

With a furious grunt, he began to work the rowing machine until the shrill whirring of its flywheel filled the air. The more the training left him sweating and panting, the less time his brain had to wallow in uncomfortable memories, and it slowly but surely displaced his pent-up rage with a growing soreness in his muscles as he worked up a sweat from perhaps going a little faster and harder than he ought to.

Absorbed by his rowing, Mark didn't even notice when he got company, and it wasn't until he detected movement in the corner of his eyes that he snapped out of his frenzy and paused to turn to his visitor. "Huh, who's there?"

Mark yelped in surprise when he realized that an infernape was standing just one foot beside him, hands on his hips as he looked at him and the grayscale display of the rowing machine. Concern was written all over the primate's face as he peered at the young man with one eyebrow raised.

"Oh, phew, it's just you, Rory," Mark sighed with relief, the tension in his body easing as he recovered from his shock. He gave the pokemon a weak smile and a sluggish nod before he continued to work the rowing machine with shaking arms. However, he struggled to overcome its initial inertia now that it had come to a halt, and he hissed through gritted teeth as the exertion sent a sharp flash of pain through his sore muscles.

The young man barely managed one stroke when something touched his shoulder. When he looked up again, he noticed that Rory had come even closer and bent over him, holding his shoulder with one hand, and as he attempted another stroke, the infernape reached for the handle and stopped him before he could go any further.

"W-what is it?" Mark breathed heavily, his body trembling in exhaustion now that he wasn't moving anymore.

Rory insistently shook his head as he wrenched the handle from Mark's grip and returned it to its resting position. Patting it, he peered deep into the young man's eyes to keep him from picking it up again. Then, he stepped behind Mark and grabbed both his shoulders, driving his thumbs along his spine in big circles.

At first, the firm massage sent a wave of dull, throbbing pain through Mark's sore body, drawing another anguished grunt from his lips. "Fuck, be careful, Rory," he snapped, but the infernape only responded with a reproachful huff and continued to work his way down his shoulder blades, showing him just how tense he had gotten through his senseless rowing.

The pulsing pain subsisted for quite some time, making Mark whine and wince, but now that he knew how badly his back needed this treatment, he gritted his teeth and allowed Rory to carry on. The pokemon worked him with his thumbs, his knuckles, and the side of his hands from his shoulders all the way down to the pelvis as if he was kneading dough, switching and repeating the same few movements until the worst knots loosened and his agonized groans finally turned into gasps of blissful relief.

"Hnngh, Arceus, t-that's much better already," Mark sighed, slowly stretching and gyrating his arms. "Thanks a lot, Rory."

The infernape chuckled with delight, but he didn't let go yet. Instead, he hooked his hands under Mark's arms and prepared to lift him from his seat.

Stunned at first, the young man eventually yielded and allowed Rory to pull him to his feet, only to stand there with wobbly legs and watch as the other male grabbed a towel and splayed it across one of the benches between the training machines. He also couldn't help but notice how prominently and strikingly male the pokemon was as he walked across the gym, his thick, flaccid, and distinctly humanoid endowment swaying between his legs without any sheath or scrap of clothing to conceal it. However, as he noticed a telling tingle in his crotch, he finally tore himself away with a soft blush and pointed at the towel, "What's that for?"

Rory rubbed his hands with a smile and gestured for Mark to lie down on the bench so he could continue his massage.

Once Mark understood the wordless offer, he gave the infernape a quick nod and sat down on the splayed towel, biting his lip as he tried to ignore the dangling dick between the pokemon's legs.

Stepping around Mark, the pokemon then grabbed the seams of his sweat-soaked T-shirt and pulled it up, baring the young man's hot, sweaty torso as he haphazardly folded the fabric and dropped it on another bench.

Finally, Mark lay face-down on the bench, allowing Rory to continue the back massage. Without the damp fabric in the way, he got to feel the infernape's soft, warm palms and fingers even better as they danced over his skin, and he was pretty sure that the fire type was heating his fingertips to further ease his muscles and loosen the remaining knots. The firm, hot touch elicited deep moans and sighs of delight from the young man and made him relax so much that he felt as if he was melting into the bench. "Oooh, this is even better than before. Rory, you've got blessed hands," he murmured with a blissful smile and half-lidded eyes, his thoughts dispersing and drifting as he lost himself in the massage.

The infernape snorted with pride and eventually let go of Mark's back, but he wasn't done yet. Moving behind his partner, he untied his shoes and loosened them with a finger before pulling them off one by one. Then, he recommenced the massage at the lowest point, his thumbs digging into the arches of Mark's feet before he worked his way up his ankles and his calves with circular motions. Even down there, Rory's touch worked wonders, and by the time he reached his partner's knees, the young man had relaxed so thoroughly that his body began to respond to the firm touches in yet another way.

A crimson blush shot onto Mark's cheeks and he tensed up when he realized that he had grown fully erect, his sweaty boxer shorts bulging with a thick, throbbing erection, and it didn't help that Rory was currently massaging his thighs, his digits inching dangerously close to his crotch. The thorough touch reminded Mark of his sexuality and brought back the memory of the infernape's endowment, his mind beginning to revolve around the image of that thick, juicy cock and kindling his arousal even more.

For a moment, the young man was engrossed in his lewd thoughts before he noticed that Rory was massaging his butt. After toiling on the rowing machine for so long, it certainly needed the treatment as much as every other part of his poor, battered body, but there was a unique insistence to the pokemon's kneading, an enthusiasm he hadn't shown before. "Rory, what are you doing there?" Mark grunted, sluggishly propping himself up on one elbow to check on the infernape.

Unfazed by the question, Rory continued to work his partner's butt cheeks, and it turned out that he had grown rock-hard as well. Within a single glance, Mark's previous memory of the infernape's flaccid pecker was supplanted by the sight of his huge, fully erect cock, making his mouth water and drawing a wet, quavering moan from his lips. Then, he looked up and saw that the primate was looking at him with longing golden eyes, and the hands on his butt wandered to the edge of his pants, tugging at them questioningly.

"You want to give me more than just a massage, don't you?" Mark breathed.

A hopeful smile grew on the infernape's face and he nodded, keeping his hands perfectly still as he awaited his response.

Biting his lip, Mark let his eyes wander up and down his partner's body once more, drinking in the sight of the athletic, graceful primate before whispering, "A-alright, go ahead. I'm yours."

Within a second of the permission, Rory's hands slipped around Mark's hips and reached for his fly. With a pop and a metallic rasp, the male unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, rubbing one finger against his bulge to give him the smallest and briefest, yet most potent massage as it made him squirm and groan with growing need. Then, the primate grabbed the rim of his pants again and pulled them down with gentle, yet insistent force to bare his legs inch by inch.

Mark heard a rustling and a thud as the infernape scrunched up the pair of jeans and discarded them with a casual throw before continuing the leg massage, working and kneading Mark's sweaty skin and sore muscles without a layer of pesky fabric in between.

"R-Rory, I thought you were done massaging me?" Mark groaned.

His confusion elicited a hearty laugh from the infernape, and he bent over his partner's legs, giving each of his calves a playful lick and kiss. Far from being the most sensitive areas of his body, Mark still gasped at the hot, wet touch and decided not to question Rory's decisions any further, as the fiery primate was undoubtedly having the time of his life with the massage, beaming with joy and growing even harder than before as he worked his way up his thighs and toward his butt.

An insistent grip and a firm tug sealed the fate of Mark's damp boxer shorts as Rory pulled them down and tossed them onto the pile with even less patience than before. The young man shivered as a gust of cool air blew across his sweaty, exposed balls, but the helpful pokemon swiftly took care of the issue. A much more pleasant gush of hot air washed over his sack, followed by the warmth of the infernape's lips as he gave his balls a deep, passionate kiss.

Mark arched up, curling his fingers and letting out a shaky moan as Rory wrapped his muzzle around his nuts and sucked on them with greedy gulps, wrapping his nimble pink tongue around them to squeeze and caress them from every angle. The infernape still wasn't done with his massage, though, and while he showered his partner's balls with wet licks and slurps, his hands gripped Mark's bare buttocks and kneaded them with firm, assertive strokes.

Starting on the outside, the primate slowly but steadily worked his way toward the center, his thumbs inching closer to Mark's pucker with every stroke. They refused to reach their destination quite yet, though, dancing and circling around the tensing pink orifice to draw more needy whines from his lips and flood his body with fresh, hot arousal. The infernape was toying with him, making him squirm and struggle until the teasing wore him down so much that he whimpered, begged, pleaded, "Rory, please, that's enough massaging. I need more, and I don't care what you do, but fuck I need more, and I need it now."

Rory chuckled as he heard Mark's plea, and he finally pulled his muzzle away from his sack with a wet pop. His hands ceased their motion and instead focused on spreading the young man's ass cheeks, presenting his tight, twitching butthole on a silver platter.

Mark awaited Rory's next move with clenched fingers and bated breath, but the insolent infernape took his sweet time. After what felt like an eternity, a gasp of hot air washed over his pucker, making him clench and quiver, and at this point, even the mere knowledge that the primate was staring at his hole while he breathed against it electrified him. It still didn't address any of his rampant needs, though…

"RORY! Stop staring and lick it already!"

Mark's desperate, almost indicting call melted into a cry of pure bliss when the infernape finally indulged him and slammed his tongue right into his snug ass. A liberating surge of pleasure rushed through him as the male thrust his wet muscle through his sensitive ring, followed by another as Rory slammed the tip of his tongue against his prostate. Without giving Mark even a second to recover, he twisted and thrashed his taster around inside his tight butt, providing him with a powerful, uninterrupted stream of stimulation.

After so much toying and teasing, Mark's brain wasn't prepared for such an onslaught of sensations, and his lust took full control. His eyes went blank and he began to drool, reflexively pushing back against the squirming, writhing source of pleasure only to slump back onto the bench and grind his pulsing, leaking rod against the sweat-soaked towel, humping it with aimless, mindless thrusts in a burning desire for more.

Meanwhile, Rory unleashed his entire repertoire of skills to push Mark over the edge. He slipped one hand underneath his partner's body and wrapped it around his cock, adding a warm, tight squeeze to his frenzied thrusting while he twisted and curled his tongue inside his ass. Only a moment later, he pulled it back out again and circled it around Mark's clenching butthole, following the dance up with yet another aggressive tongue-fuck, drilling that wet muscle into him without mercy. Each technique was enough on its own to make the young man writhe and moan with pleasure, and the spark of surprise every time the infernape switched from one kind of affection to the next amplified his pleasure to the point he popped.

Hugging the bench, Mark burst into a throaty cry and rubbed his twitching, tensing cock against the towel, squirting rope after rope of thick, hot seed across the fabric and his own sweaty belly. In the throes of his orgasm, the strokes and lashes of Rory's tongue felt even more intense, making him howl and whimper as the infernape's thorough affection milked every last drop from his sensitive prostate, and as if that wasn't enough, the other male wrapped his hand around his clenching nuts and squeezed them hard.

Eventually, the storm of bliss ebbed and Rory pulled his tongue out of Mark's butt, allowing his body and mind to recover from the overwhelming orgasm. "Wow, that tongue… that was amazing!" he praised the infernape with a beatific smile, still sprawled across the towel in the warm afterglow as he didn't have the strength to get up yet.

Rory, however, was eager to continue and finally bury his swollen, leaking cock in his partner's tight hole. He didn't go for the prize right away, however, but teased Mark a little more. Grinding his thick, leaking girth against his hot, sweaty ass and his clenching, spit-soaked pucker, he treated the young man to another firm, thorough back massage, exploiting the fact that he was extra sensitive after his orgasm.

"Fuck, and your hands are so strong," Mark breathed between shaky moans, his fingers curling and clenching as he expected the infernape to penetrate him at any moment.

The pokemon male didn't take the next step just yet, though. Still working his partner's back and ass with wet huffs and groans of pleasure, he hot-dogged him until the passionate caress of his thick, throbbing meat left Mark rock-hard and begging for more. "P-please, Rory, as good as it feels, that's enough massaging. I need more. P-put it in already."

In a heartbeat, the infernape stopped humping Mark and leaned over him until his hot, furred chest pressed against his back and his muzzle hovered next to his ear. Steadying his partner's head with one hand, Rory planted a long, affectionate kiss onto his reddened cheek and brushed his tongue against his glowing skin, languidly dragging it down his neck as he pulled back his hips, sliding his cock down his ass crack and ever closer to his anus.

The pokemon's caress elicited a trembling moan from Mark's lips, and his body flushed with even hotter arousal as his partner's tip neared its destination. He had never been so ready, so eager to take a dick up his ass, but Rory's forceful yet considerate manner made him putty in his hands and hard as diamonds. Finally, as the infernape's glans kissed his anus and his fingers tightened around his shoulders, he exhaled and closed his eyes, allowing his body and his ass to open up to him.

With an affectionate grunt and another kiss, Rory thrust forward, and Mark's sphincter quickly yielded to the pressure, receiving the infernape's thick schlong with a long, lewd slurp. Inch after inch, the hot, throbbing shaft glided inside him and claimed his sensitive depths, showering him with a surging wave of thrilling pleasure until the primate stopped halfway in, grinding his pulsing glans right against his prostate to tease a heavy, horny moan from his throat.

Mark was still absorbed by the rush of the initial thrust when footsteps echoed through the gym, and with a confused groan, he turned around to see his brother approaching with a stack of clean, folded towels in his arms. "T-Tyler? W-what are you... Why are you...?" he burst out.

"Relax, bro," Tyler cooed with a wink as he walked past Rory and his brother. "I just wanted to bring some fresh towels."

"I-I can see that," Mark stammered. "It's just… now? Here? Can't you see…"

"I'm just returning the favor," Tyler chuckled, casually stowing the towels on the shelves. "And how was I supposed to know that I'd find Rory balls-deep inside you?"

Speechless, Mark's embarrassment had ample time to spread to his cheeks and all the way to his fingertips, followed back to back by a surge of indignation, his hands cramping around the boards of the bench until his knuckles turned white. However, before his tension could build up too much, Rory's hands returned to his shoulders and commenced another massage as the pokemon started to move his hips again, sliding his cock in and out of his partner's ass at a slow, exploratory pace.

Within seconds, the new waves of stimulation diluted Mark's building anger, loosening his clenched hands and gritted teeth until his jaw dropped open and he let loose a wet moan. "R-Rory, what are you…?" Before Mark could finish his thought, however, the infernape pulled his head around and silenced him with a deep kiss, dancing his tongue across his lips and sliding it into his mouth. The primate's thrusts grew harder as well, each claiming a little more of Mark's ass and brain, filling his ears with wet, lewd smacks and his chest with flutters of lewd excitement.

For a moment, Mark only had eyes for the strong, handsome infernape on top of him, moaning and sighing with joy as the male enchanted him with his passionate kisses and forceful thrusts. Even a spark of pride swelled in his breast as the pokemon bottomed out inside him and his fat nuts slapped against his own sack, but just when he was about to fully submit himself to his partner's affections, the metallic whirring of the rowing machine pierced his ears with a volume that he simply couldn't ignore.

Tyler still hadn't left.

With an irritated grunt, Mark turned his head and shot a piercing glare at his brother, only to be met with a blithe grin as Tyler rowed with slow, lazy strokes. Meanwhile, Rory continued to thrust with unremitting vigor, scrambling the young man's mind with pleasure and dancing his hands over his midriff, rubbing and stroking his hot, sweaty skin to tease even sweeter cries from his lips. It could've been so much better, though!

Mark finally raised his voice and whined between heated moans, "T-Tyler, give us some space, will you?"

"Oh?" Tyler stopped rowing and looked at his brother in slight amusement before he got up from the rowing machine. "Sure, bro."

Mark was amazed at how quickly his brother had listened to him, or so he thought because Tyler just walked a few feet further and planted his butt onto the seat of a pulley machine. Unlike the rowing machine, this put him right in the center of Mark's view as he continued to exercise as if he had never stopped.

Mark growled in anger at the audacity, but before he could follow up on his previous remark, Rory pulled him into another kiss and began to thrust even harder.

In the struggle for Mark's attention, the fighting type's fiery passion soon won out as it melted the young man's mind into a puddle of bliss. Rory's heavy grunts of pleasure, sloppy tongue kisses and assertive caresses stoked his burning lust just as much as that heavy sack slapping against his with loud, wet claps, and every stroke of the infernape's thick, warm cock carried him closer to the edge. He felt at home in Rory's tight, sweaty embrace, wrapped up in his rampant lust and desires, just as he had felt at home with his lips pressed against Pria's plump, delicious spade, and he cried out with pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Eventually, Mark closed his eyes, relishing the vigorous pounding to the fullest while he forgot everything else, even that his brother was watching as he rewarded Rory with a serenade of passionate moans and lusty squeals, revealing more and more of his inner bitch and letting it all out while the infernape growled into his ear and twisted his sensitive nipples. "Yes, Rory, harder! Give me everything," he cried, clutching the boards of the bench like his last lifeline in a roiling storm of pleasure, and the pokemon male was more than eager to comply.

Wrapping his hands around Mark's shoulder and waist, the pokemon male briefly pulled out to hoist him up onto his hands and knees before he continued the pounding with twice the vigor, battering his rod back inside his partner to reach even deeper spots. And as if the wild rut wasn't enough, one of the infernape's strong, warm hands slipped even further down and reached around Mark's pulsing cock, pumping it with firm, powerful strokes to elicit a steady trickle of pre and even deeper, needier cries.

At last, Mark's orgasm was within reach, his muscles tensing as his arousal skyrocketed and every fiber of his being prepared for heavenly release. But then, he opened his eyes and his gaze inevitably fell on his brother again.

Tyler was still on the pulley machine, working the bar with sluggish strokes while his attention was clearly on Mark and Rory, his cheeks glowing and a raunchy grin on his lips as he watched the spectacle.

Mark bit his tongue and stifled his next moan as Rory continued to drill him without pause, but he couldn't undo his previous cries and comments. Tyler had heard him begging for more and seen him turning into the infernape's horny, little bitch, squirming and writhing under his assertive touch as he slammed his fat, hot rod inside him as if he owned him. And as if that wasn't embarrassing enough, his brother was clearly getting off to the sight as well, sporting a fat, leaking bulge on his sweaty shorts.

However, as Rory sped up his pounding for the final stretch, he left little room for shame or indignation besides Mark's overwhelming lust and pleasure. His thoughts were dominated by his rapidly approaching orgasm, and there was no stopping it. The infernape's thrusts would push him over the edge with his brother watching and wallowing in the sight, and he had grown so horny that he didn't even care anymore.

Finally, Mark's pent-up tension unraveled in an explosion of perfect bliss. "Oh fuck, yes! Rory, I- I'm cumming!" he screamed as his body's reflexes kicked into action, everything below his waist starting to clench and contract in a frantic rhythm, from his rippling anus to his curling, twitching toes. His sack tightened as well, and his cock jumped in Rory's hand as he blasted a rope of wet, thick seed across the bench and the gym's rubbery black floor. More squirts followed suit as the infernape continued to ram his fat schlong into his butt, diligently milking his prostate of its precious contents.

Rory joined Mark's high after a few more thrusts. Shoving his dick inside him all the way to the balls, he came with a deep groan and revealed that his big, plump nuts weren't just for show as he unleashed a huge flood of thick, warm cum upon his partner's guts.

Each of the voluminous spurts drew another gasp from Mark's lips, and he trembled with pure joy as the hot fluid rushed deep inside him, permeating his belly with a wonderful, wet heat while his clenching asshole sucked his partner's nuts dry, greedily claiming every last drop for himself.

Throughout Mark's moment of greatest bliss, the sounds and sensations were accompanied by the sight of his brother on the training machine, and no matter how much his vision blurred and how much he squirmed, he could never avert his gaze for long. Time and time again, his eyes returned to the bulge on Tyler's crotch and his mouth watered as he stared at it in his orgasmic stupor, irrevocably tying the view to his first time with Rory.

Eventually, Mark's blissful high faded and his orgasmic contractions ebbed, his head slumped down and his tensing dick came to rest, a last drop of milky seed spilling from his tip. Rory's eruption was drawing to a close as well, and his breath grew heavier as he let go of his partner's dick and slumped onto his back, overloading Mark's weak, shaking arms and pushing him back down onto the damp, cum-soaked towel.

But where the orgasmic rush faded, the sensation of a belly full of warm, thick cum remained, and Rory wasn't willing to pull out yet, lazily kissing and nuzzling Mark's cheeks as his softening rod pulsed deep inside him, infusing his afterglow with a spark of blissful pleasure.

With a contented smile on his lips, Mark sighed, "Thanks for that massage, Rory. That was incredible."

"Thanks for that show, you two," a voice chimed in from beside Mark. "But make sure to clean that mess once you're done." As he looked up, Tyler was standing right next to him with his usual smirk and a massive boner in his pants, a dark, damp spot right above it showing how thoroughly he had enjoyed himself.

Mark just growled at his brother and flipped him off before he turned his head to the other side and closed his eyes, waiting for him to move on.

Tyler acknowledged the reaction with a chuckle before he stepped away, leaving his brother and Rory alone at last, and once the gym's front door closed with a click, Mark exhaled with relief, but also a new wave of anger. "What a jerk."

But before he could lose himself in his upset again, Rory pulled out and flipped him onto his back. Facing him, the infernape embraced Mark in another tight, loving hug, their wet, flaccid cocks rubbed together as he locked lips in a deep, proper tongue kiss that filled his chest with powerful flutters and displaced his anger with warm, cozy affection.