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Davis wasn’t really sure what was going on when he woke up. Everything was a blur at the point where consciousness was returning...all he was sure of was that he couldn’t move, his mouth was full, he wasn’t wearing anything, and he didn’t want to be in any of those positions.

Things weren’t going well for him lately.

As the haze lifted, he remembered a bit more. Three days ago, he and his girlfriend Bethany had been getting adventurous...trying out something he’d always wanted to try. He’d gotten teased about his bondage interests before, sometimes nicely, sometimes not-so-nicely...he couldn’t help it, it wasn’t like he’d chosen the kink. And it wasn’t like he wanted them tied up against their will...no, he just liked the idea, and had been hoping for a willing partner to try it out with. Beth hadn’t seemed like that person initially, and he hadn’t wanted to badger her about it, but in the last few months she’d mentioned wanting to give it a try...he’d been so excited when they’d actually gotten to that point, where they’d been ready to realize the fantasy. He could remember the sense of anticipation, seeing her bound and gagged, eagerly waiting for him to do the deed…

And then there was a rather significant blank period.

When he’d woken up, Bethany had given him the horrible truth. He’d been hit with a pulse of energy from his Zoroark, Nox - a long-time companion who had never been that kind of Pokémon, not that he’d ever experienced. And when he was down, Nox had taken his place, raping her while she was entirely helpless. He could see and smell what Nox had left behind in her...a million apologies weren’t enough, he’d freed her and helped her clean up as soon as he could. Nox was nowhere to be seen in the aftermath...something he didn’t particularly mind, the way he was feeling. She’d been remarkably stoic about the experience, though he could sense her unhappiness below the surface...he couldn’t blame her a bit.

Incredibly, that disaster hadn’t been the end of their relationship. She’d invited him over to her place earlier that day, and they’d had a much more satisfying romp that involved just the two of them...apparently the vigor had not been marred between them, in fact she had said she was glad for it as a way of getting the experience with Nox out of her head a bit. No attempt or even mention of bondage was made - Davis had pretty much ruled that out as a possibility, he would rather not be reminded of the fiasco again - but just knowing that Beth was willing to forgive him for what happened was good enough for him.

And then he’d gotten home...and there was Nox again. He’d been scarce the past few days, and Davis had been hoping it was guilt...but when they’d seen each other, he saw no remorse in those glittering eyes, just tension and defiance. He looked not unlike how he had that evening...Davis didn’t remember much but somehow the gaze stuck out to him, like it was rooted in his brain.

He couldn’t quite remember the exact thing he’d said to Nox this time...he did know that it wasn’t exactly kind, he didn’t like being harsh but it was entirely deserved in his eyes. He might’ve made a threat that if it was between Nox and Beth, he’d pick Beth...no, he didn’t think he’d said that, but he was definitely thinking about it if it came to that. Everything was pretty hazy there, but Nox must have done the same thing to him that he’d done the previous time.

Well, that and more. His awareness was returning to him, and he was starting to get an idea of his state. He was on his stomach on the bed, and his limbs were locked in place...he couldn’t budge them more than an inch or so. In fact they felt like…

Like they were in the same restraints he’d used on Bethany that night.

Of course they felt like that - they must have been. It wasn’t like he had spares laying around. And...his mouth, too, was jammed with the same gag. Aside from being face-down rather than face-up, he was in essentially the same position that Beth had been in.

...No. It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t.

He heard a noise from his right, and turned his head. It was dark...the room had no lights lit, and it was the middle of the night, so he wasn’t about to see much of anything distinct...but those glittering eyes seemed to stand out in the darkest shadows. The noise had been the Zoroark’s breath, heavy and tinged with a tension that scared him. How long had Nox been there, waiting for him to awaken? Had he really been the one to put him in there? He must have been...no one else was around, there was no way Nox could get anyone to bind him like this, but...how? He’d never seen Nox looking at them or playing with them, if not for what he’d done to Bethany he wouldn’t have thought Nox would even know they existed. Maybe he’d done more exploring while Davis was out than expected…

Nox started to move as soon as he could see that Davis was awake, soon completely out of the bound human’s view...for a brief, shameful moment, he hoped desperately that the Zoroark was going to try to hunt down Bethany. Not because he wanted her to be harmed, but because he was certain that Nox couldn’t find where she lived, couldn’t do anything to her and would ultimately end up accomplishing nothing...and because the alternative was very unpleasant to contemplate. But then he felt a pressure on the bed towards his legs, and any chance of anything else was immediately erased.

He protested. It was inaudible. He pulled. It was useless.

Legs outstretched as they were, his ass was utterly vulnerable. He’d never taken anything before - he wasn’t gay or bi, and while one girl had expressed an interest in some kind of toy play up there, they hadn’t gotten around to it before she’d broken it off. He was as virgin as they came, a state which was seconds away from being undone at the hands of the last creature he’d expect. He’d never expected anything like this...sure, he knew Nox had urges, but he’d always seemed content to take care of them on his own. At least, Davis had thought that was the case...maybe it wasn’t, but Nox had never expressed that. If the Pokémon had wanted him...he couldn’t say he wouldn’t have considered it, just as a close friend. But certainly not like this.

He expected it to be just like Bethany had described it - no buildup, no restraint from the Pokémon, just a hard fuck leading to a tie and a load in his bowels. But Nox didn’t just do that...his cock was resting against Davis’s rear, smearing slimy pre all over his ass and into the cleft, dribbling a bit into his ass, but he wasn’t thrusting in. Instead, Davis could feel a clawed hand press up between his legs, up to his own dick...he shuddered a bit as he felt a claw run along the underside of his shaft, unbidden pleasure rising up despite his protests. He squirmed, tried to shift away, but there was no escaping the touch, and more claws joined it soon...Nox was rubbing them along his cock, deliberately using the sides and points, maximizing the contact with the most threatening parts of his paws that he could without doing damage, and soon Davis had to stop moving out of fear that he’d shift the wrong way and do the damage himself.

He shut his eyes tight, trying to will the pleasure away, but it kept growing...and he started to grow, getting harder in Nox’s grip, swelling and stiffening. There was a slight growl mixed in with the deep breathing above him, the only noticeable response from the Zoroark so far, but one that had him more than unnerved. This wasn’t just exploration...this wasn’t just taunting. Nox wanted him hard. He wanted him to enjoy this.

Davis wasn’t enjoying it, but it probably didn’t matter what his mind thought to Nox - as long as he was stiff, as long as he came, that was probably good enough for him. It was a theme among Pokémon, different standards for sex, their natural attitudes and approaches weren’t the same as humans, although they tended to adjust if they spent enough time around humans. Nox, though, wasn’t what Davis would ever have called adjusted…

The claws finally left him when he was starting to feel the edge creeping up...his breathing had given it away to the Pokémon. But they weren’t quite finished with him...they had one more unpleasant surprise, as they passed over his balls, he felt the fingers curl around his sack, gripping it tight. Before he could process anything, the Zoroark squeezed and pulled - not violently, but hard enough to send a jolt of pain through him, making him yell out behind the gag. His body jerked a bit, trying involuntarily to escape, even though the motions really only made it more likely to pull...for once the restraint worked in his favor. Nox let go just a couple seconds later, though the ache persisted despite the release.

He wasn’t given much time to linger on it, though. Suddenly Nox dropped over him, and a new, more potent ache was introduced when Davis felt the Zoroark’s cock invade his ass. Another muffled cry was let loose as he felt it spear him roughly, embedding itself inside him all the way to the knot despite his tightness. It felt massive...he hadn’t seen its size, though he could feel it to some degree when it was rubbing against him, but it felt about ten times bigger actually going inside him. It was a shock to him that he wasn’t passing out in pain, in fact any outright pain was fairly muted, but the discomfort from the unfamiliar stretch and deep penetration was highly unpleasant, and he was trying to force it out almost right away. With nothing even close to success.

Nox was ruthless in his rutting - he wasn’t treating Davis like someone new to this treatment but like a seasoned slut. His dick jerked out and drove in violently, his knot smacking against the human’s ass with wicked thumps. Precum was spraying liberally from his tip, saturating the passage and making it easier for him to speed through Davis and loosen him up. His pleasured growls echoed through the room, ringing in Davis’s ears; the Zoroark was raping him and loving it, a knowledge that terrified and disturbed him.

And worse, he was starting to respond to it physically. He’d hoped that his arousal would dissipate from the vicious treatment, but it wasn’t, Nox was probing at a very sensitive spot inside him, one he’d heard about but never actually experienced. The forceful thrusting was pushing him back and forth a bit, making his member rub against the covers and stimulate it further. And despite his unwillingness and Nox’s roughness, he was starting to feel the discomfort ease up to a degree, letting the pleasure power through more and more with each passing moment. He knew this wasn’t an accident, Nox was doing it deliberately, but there was nothing he could do about it.

His body began to ache as the fucking lasted longer and longer, Nox taking his sweet time with him. He was worked over thoroughly, driven into at just the angle to batter his prostate into submission, worked into a frenzied, unbidden pleasure...and then he slowed and the claws dug in, poking and scratching at his sides or back, or against his cock and balls, bringing him back from the edge just enough for it to start all over again. Back and forth he was tossed between pain and pleasure, scrambling his mind to the point where he couldn’t decide if he wanted to beg for it to stop or just beg for him to get him off already.

Finally, the Zoroark intensified his pounding, trying to burrow that knot inside, Davis feeling far too week to fight it off at this point...Nox pushed him to the breaking point before slamming it in, grinding his cock against the human’s pleasure button as he forced the giant bulge in, mixing pain and pleasure once again to the maximum. Davis cried into the gag, his body erupting in orgasm as his ass was claimed by the knot finally, his hole slamming shut around the bulge and locking Nox inside. The two shot in tandem, Davis on the bedcovers - a sparse load considering his recent activity with Bethany - and Nox inside the human’s ass. Davis could feel it spreading inside him, a heavy load that vastly eclipsed his own, shooting in deep and flowing into parts he’d never wanted or expected to be touched. The knot kept any of it from coming out, and there was a ton of it going in, he couldn’t believe how much it was.

So this is what it felt like for her...

He felt embarrassed to be spilling his own seed at the same time...but it wasn’t as if it was his own choice. It didn’t seem to make much sense...if Nox had just wanted to get off, he would’ve just fucked Davis, not played with him. He’d thought that was what it was with Bethany...now he wasn’t so sure.

They stayed tied for several minutes, Nox dribbling seed in him up almost to the end. When the Zoroark finally pulled out - not an easy thing, still halfway-inflated, so the tug and yank was a bit harsh on his battered ass - a gush of seed followed, running over the covers. He could smell it from where he was, that harsh scent that had lingered on Bethany after what Nox had done to her...and it was leaking all over him, dribbling down his nutsack, smeared on his ass from where Nox’s extruding cock had rubbed against it. Getting that out of him was going to be difficult...he was going to need showers for days, maybe some kind of enema…

And he was still tied up. Nox hadn’t let him go.

Minutes ticked by. He started to struggle again. Was he going to be stuck like this all night? Nox wouldn’t keep him like this forever...he wouldn’t just fuck him and leave him there? If he didn’t untie him...Bethany didn’t have a key, she couldn’t get in, not that she’d come anywhere near his place with Nox in there…

And then he felt the bed depress again near his legs, and a familiar paw near his flaccid dick, sharp claws rubbing against it to try to bring it back to life. He cried out, muffled cries that he was sure Nox could interpret, but there was no change in response from the Pokémon...and as he finally succumbed to a returned stiffness, Davis slumped, knowing that Nox wasn’t truly finished with him yet, and he had no clue when he would be.

He wasn’t going to be sleeping for a while.