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It was another hot, uncomfortable June afternoon when Eric went into the gym for the first time. He had just gotten a membership after his old one closed down and was ready to get his workout routine back underway. The 22-year-old human walked to the front desk, gym bag swung over his shoulder, and entered his membership ID into the keypad. The desk attendant, a bored-looking anthro tabby cat, didn't even bother to look up at him as he went to put his bag in a locker.

As soon as his gym bag was safely stored away, Eric stopped at one of the mirrors in the locker room and looked himself over. I really need to work on my muscle tone, he thought to himself, looking over his body, which was slightly tanned from being out in the sun all day yesterday. He clearly had some muscle going for him, but it was nowhere near the buff look he was aiming for. He also noted he would need a haircut pretty soon; his brown hair was getting a bit longer than he liked, and he had to brush it out of the way of his grass-green eyes. Still, he liked the look of his body, and thought he looked damn fine in his gym clothes.

Pulling himself away from his self-admiration and criticism, he put his headphones in and went to work. Thursdays were always his core days, and he started off on the rowing machine to work his lower back. A lot of people neglected that area, thinking that the abs were the only thing that mattered. But, as a personal trainer he'd had at his old gym once said, a weak lower back is a painful lower back, especially if you have strong abs. After he was done with those sets, he started to move over to the mats to work on crunches. He stood up from the rowing machine, too in the zone of his workout to pay attention to where he was going, and ran right into another gym goer.

Instead of both of them staggering, however, Eric just bounced right off of the enormous wall of muscle he'd just plowed right into, which knocked his headphones right out of his ears. When he looked up at the figure he'd so rudely run into, his eyes went wide. The person in question was an enormous hunk of an arcanine; his body bulged with muscle, but not in the artificial way that you saw with a lot of bodybuilders. No, this guy's musculature was perfectly proportioned, set in a way that you knew he worked hard to keep his body in such immaculate shape. The absolutely ripped pokémon looked down at him, his expression aloof.

"Sh-shit, sorry!" Eric stammered, absolutely in awe of and intimidated by the older male, "I should've been watching where I was going." Instead of getting upset at him, like some of the guys at gyms would get at the smallest things like that, the arcanine simply shrugged. "It's no big deal. When you're in the zone, you just forget what's going on around you." The enormous male leaned down and offered Eric a hand, which the human gladly accepted, and hoisted him back to his feet.

Now that he was standing up, Eric realized just how big this pokémon really was. The human was a good 5'11", but this arcanine dwarfed him by at least a foot, probably more. Eric's head only reached up to around his lower chest, which he couldn't help but admire now that it was right in front of him. After a couple of seconds, Eric realized he was staring and shook himself out of his daze. "Um, thanks for helping me back up," he said nervously before putting his headphones back in and going over to set up a mat.

As he continued to exercise, Eric looked around to take the occasional peek at the pokémon as he went about his workout. The guy could squat a truly impressive amount of weight, the strain only being apparent by the tension in his jaw as he squatted down. From a distance, Eric wondered why he was so awestruck when he was close to the male. He was impressive, no doubt, and Eric was definitely appreciative of his muscled form, but he didn't normally freeze up when he was talking to someone attractive. He shrugged, assuming it was the shock of being completely rebuffed by that massive musculature.

As he was working on side planks, he looked over at the arcanine again, and realized that the male was staring right back at him from the other side of the gym. He quickly looked away again, pretending to concentrate intensely on the workout, but not before catching sight of the smirk the pokémon had on his face. He spent the rest of workout not daring to look at the male so blatantly, only stealing the occasional glimpse before quickly looking away again. Each time, though, he couldn't shake the feeling that the older male knew he was looking regardless.

At long last his workout was over, and the sweaty human made his way back to the locker room. His core was definitely going to hurt tomorrow; he'd gone a bit too intense for some of his exercises when he was trying not to stare at that arcanine. He was just opening his locker when he saw someone come up to a locker just to the left of his, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized it was the arcanine. The pokémon pulled a gym bag out of his own locker before looking down at the human, a confident smirk forming.

"I couldn't help but notice you checking me out the whole time you were working," he said, his deep voice causing a shiver to run through Eric's spine. "It's dangerous to exercise while you're distracted." Eric was at a complete loss for words at that line, a blush slowly creeping its way from his neck to his cheeks. "S-sorry," he stammered, heart pounding, "I, uh, didn't mean to…"

"Mean to what, give me the once over after running right into my chest?" the pokémon said amusedly. "No need to apologize. Like what you see?" He flexed his right arm, letting Eric get a nice close look at those biceps and forearms rippling in front of him. Eric inhaled a little too sharply and nodded, finding himself unable to get the proper words out as this arcanine flirted with him so blatantly, so directly.

"That's good. I like guys who know a good body when they see one," he said, a confident rumble giving just the perfect edge to his already deep, smooth voice. The arcanine chuckled at the sight of the awestruck human, and he peeled his sweaty gym shirt off of his sculpted Adonis chest, tossing it aside. The second that shirt came off, Eric realized why he was so speechless. It wasn't the arcanine's perfect form that had him so dumbstruck; it was the intensely musky scent radiating off of him that was causing his mind to completely freeze up. That heavy, masculine scent was incredibly potent, and the smell of sweat clinging to him made it that much more powerful. Eric didn't even realize his eyes had closed as he breathed in that wonderful musk, feeling it waft into his nose in a way that was almost coy.

The arcanine merely chuckled. "I knew it." A sort of superiority crept into his voice at those words, giving him an aura of assuredness that made Eric's heart skip a beat or two. That musk was really making it hard for him to think clearly; he's never reacted this way before, even to someone with as much raw masculinity as that pokémon. After a moment of watching the human stand there so awestruck, the arcanine got closer to him, flexing that powerful arm once again.

"Go ahead, touch it." That simple command sent a rush to his head, and Eric realized he'd been hard as a rock ever since that arcanine had first flexed that arm. He reached a hand out, slightly shaking, and pressed it against the fire-type's hot muscle. He felt the arm ripple and flex beneath is hand, and his member throbbed in his pants, a dark stain of pre forming on his gym shorts. The pokémon chuckled again, standing up and stripping out of his own gym shorts. Eric gulped as his eyes took in the sight of the older male's lower half, seeing the bulge in his briefs and the perfect curve of his muscled ass.

His view was short lived, however, as the arcanine changed back into a pair of jeans and a just-too-tight collared shirt. He let out what could almost be construed as a whine of disappointment. The arcanine picked up his gym bag, and then picked up Eric's. "Come on," he ordered as he walked out of the locker room, and Eric scrambled to follow him. His head felt light as he walked behind the enormous 'mon, his mind racing as he realized that he was currently in the process of following a total stranger home from the gym. At said stranger's request, no less! Not a request, said a small voice in the back of his mind, a command.

The arcanine led Eric out into the summer heat, walking a way through the parking lot before stopping at a black sedan. Eric just sort of stopped in front of it, vaguely remembering his own car still being parked at the other end of the lot. "Get in," the arcanine said, and the sound of that other command immediately drove all other thoughts out of his mind as he did what he was told. As he sat down in the passenger seat, he found himself steeped in the scent of the pokémon's musk once more, especially as the arcanine put the two gym bags in Eric's lap.

After a few minutes of driving in total silence, Eric looked down at the arcanine's gym bag and slowly unzipped it. A wave of that wonderful scent poured out of it, and the human reached in and grabbed hold of the pokémon's gym clothes. He was about to put them to his nose when the massive pokémon broke the silence.

"No. You'll get as much as you want back at home."

Eric tried to protest, but instead he just put the clothes back in the bag, though he kept tight hold of them as the arcanine drove through the streets. Eric squirmed in his seat, still hard as a rock, his gym shorts practically soiled down the front with how much pre he had leaked in his heightened state of arousal. The arcanine chuckled. "Try not to squirm if you can help it. My musk drives anyone even remotely attracted to men crazy with arousal, and I'd hate it if you blew before the fun began."

Eric whined a bit, but he did his best to stop squirming. "The other great thing," the arcanine began, "is that anyone who gets enough of a whiff is completely susceptible to suggestion. Even if you wanted to disobey, you'd find it incredibly difficult." The words floated through Eric's addled mind, and they made some semblance of sense to him, but he found it hard to concentrate on anything but the arcanine's scent and his own exponentially growing arousal.

After a tortuously long fifteen minutes, the arcanine finally pulled into the driveway of a moderately large house. Wordlessly, he got out of the car and went into the house, and Eric followed, carrying the gym bags without even needing to be told to do so. The human got an eyeful of the pokémon's ass in those well-fitting jeans as they walked inside the house. It was a well-decorated home, with nice, comfortable looking furniture, a pleasantly warm color scheme, and art depicting the wonder of the male form adorning the walls.

"This is your home now, boy," the arcanine said, leading Eric up the stairs and into an enormous, lavish bedroom. The whole room was decorated in scarlet, with a soft carpet, several shelves of deep mahogany, and a lush, rich bed with blood-red silk sheets. Eric nodded at the arcanine's words, thoughts of his apartment leaving his mind as quickly as they came.

"Put the bags down and look at me. We've got some rules to cover," said the arcanine, towering over the human and folding his arms. Eric obeyed immediately, looking right into the arcanine's deep golden eyes. The pokémon looked down at him with authority, his demeanor changed from one of aloofness to one of superiority and dominance.

"Rule number one, you can only address me as two things: Daddy, and Sir. Anything other than that, and there will be consequences. Rule number two, you don't have a name anymore. From now on, the only thing you'll be known as are boy, bitch, slut, whore, and toy. Rule number three, obeying me is optional, but failing to do so will result in punishment." Daddy smirked at that last comment. "And I do enjoy punishing disobedient sluts."

Eric nodded as he took in the rules of his new home, looking up at his new daddy in awe. Daddy smirked, noticing that the pre had soaked so thoroughly through the boy's clothes that it now ran a small river down the front of his leg. "Now, boy, strip down. You don't wear any clothes unless I've ordered you to wear them."

"Yes, sir," Eric found himself saying as he hurriedly disrobed, standing completely naked before Daddy. His cock was now standing free, drooling pre down onto the carpet as it throbbed angrily.

"Do the same to me, boy," he commanded. Eric hesitated for a moment out of sheer awe, but he obeyed nonetheless. His shaking fingers fumbled to undo the button of Daddy's jeans, but he managed, peeling off the denim and getting rewarded with a blast of musk right to his face. Without the jeans, the arcanine's scent had nowhere to go but out, and Eric took the opportunity to breathe it in deeply before he pulled his daddy's shirt off next. Last, he grabbed ahold of the elastic of his daddy's briefs, licking his lips as he pulled the underwear off of the pokémon's growing bulge. Eric's breath hitched as he saw his daddy's half-hard cock for the first time. Even like this, it was nearly ten inches long, and was only getting larger.

When he finished stripping his daddy, the arcanine suddenly grabbed Eric and hoisted him up into his lap as he sat down on the bed. Eric straddled the enormous 'mon, face to face with his enormous, perfectly muscular chest. "Worship me, bitch," the arcanine growled, looking down at his new toy with a predatory lust in his eyes. "Worship your daddy." Whatever inhibitions remained in the human's musk-addled mind, they evaporated as he kissed the arcanine's enormous pecs. He lavished his daddy's body with reverent kisses, licking the sweat from his impossibly masculine form. He cupped and felt every inch of that muscular chest with his hands as his face was buried between his daddy's pecs. His nostrils were overwhelmed with the scent of his daddy's arousing, intoxicating, divine musk, and he huffed that scent like his life depended on it.

Eventually, he moved over to his daddy's arms, kissing his biceps and licking those down as well, breathing heavily as his cock leaked pre all over his daddy's fur. As Eric worshipped his muscles with abandon, the arcanine smirked, lifting up his arm and shoving the boy's face into his sweaty pits. If Eric thought he was flooded with musk before, then now he was drowning in it. The smell in his daddy's pits was a thousand times more potent than anywhere else on his body, and it completely broke him, driving him completely mad with desperate lust, completely submitting to his daddy in mind and body as he licked scent and sweat from his musky prison. Darkness crept into the edges of his vision as he threatened to black out, before the arcanine finally let the boy up for air.

Daddy suddenly pushed Eric from his lap and onto the bed, where he found himself face to face with the arcanine's enormous, throbbing member. "Worship," was the arcanine's only command, and Eric gladly obeyed, lavishing that fourteen-inch doggy cock with sloppy kisses and licks, worshipping it with his entire being. He worked his way down the shaft with reverence before burying his face in his daddy's huge sack. His balls had to be at least the size of kiwis, if not larger, and the human found his daddy's musk to be just as potent down here, with the bonus scent of sex permeating the already wonderful musk. He sucked and kissed those enormous orbs, burying his nose beneath them.

He let himself get carried away with his worship, revering his daddy's taint with his mouth before he found his way to his daddy's tailhole. The arcanine let out a growl of approval, and that was all Eric needed to dive right in, pressing his mouth against the ebony ring eagerly. It was soft and puffed up, and as he dove his tongue into its warmth, he realized that his daddy's hole was already slick with something.

The substance tasted somewhat salty, like precum, but it was sticky despite its slickness; strands of the transparent fluid clung to his tongue as he was suddenly pulled away by his daddy's enormous hand. He had a breath of fresh air for a moment before he was forced right back down again, his face smothered in the 'mon's hole. The pucker had a diameter large enough to cover Eric's face from his nose to his chin, though it wasn't gaped in any way; it was nothing but that wonderful fleshy muscle that the human found he loved sticking his face into. After what seemed like ages of being held against the 'mon's twitching, leaking hole, Eric was pulled away, and found the tip of that massive doggy cock pressed up against his lips.

"Suck, slut," his daddy growled, flaming lust glimmering in his golden eyes. Eric opened up and welcomed the pre-gushing tip as it was shoved inside his mouth. He sucked on it ravenously, gripping the shaft with his hands as he worked is mouth down the throbbing crimson rod. He gulped down pre eagerly, desperately, as his daddy's throbbing cock worked its way to the back of his throat.

He braced himself for the gag reflex, but it never came. He didn't even question it, gladly taking in a deep, musky breath before deepthroating his daddy. He felt that cock slide further into this throat as his jaw strained, and he stopped once he found it almost impossible to keep his teeth from grazing his daddy's divinely wonderful member. He pulled back off of the cock until only about an inch was left in his mouth, but before he could work back down, he felt a hand grab the back of his head as his daddy suddenly thrust into his throat.

Tears suddenly collected in his eyes as his daddy fucked his throat hard, sliding that hot rod in and out of his desperately swallowing throat. With every thrust, he found his lips getting closer and closer to that softball-sized knot, and soon his lips were touching it, and the arcanine's enormous balls slapped against his chin with each thrust. After what felt like hours, Eric's daddy finally pulled his cock out of his throat, using his hand to force his jaw open as that doggy dick suddenly exploded with hot, sticky cum. Eric found his mouth flooded with it, and he swallowed any amount that entered it, though a copious amount splashed across his face. The orgasm lasted for a half a minute before subsiding, and Eric sat on the bed, panting.

"Don't get comfortable yet, boy," his daddy growled, panting as well. "You're not done until I say you're done." With that, the arcanine hoisted Eric up once more and put him back in his lap, his still-hard cock throbbing against his back. Eric gulped as he felt his daddy's finger press against his hole and let out a moan of sudden pleasure as he felt a wave of warmth travel from the tip of the finger to deep inside him. After a moment of gently massaging the boy's pucker, the arcanine's domineering grin widened as he felt his finger grow slick.

Without warning, he pushed the digit inside of the human, all the way to the second knuckle. Eric gasped at the suddenness of the intrusion, and though it hurt for a brief second, that pain went away as soon as it started moving inside of him. He let out a truly pathetic whine as the 'mon's digit massaged his insides, and his cock leapt as another finger soon found its way inside his slickened hole. Eric moaned in utter bliss as his daddy's fingers moved in his hole, working and stretching the slick flesh before a third finger was added. His pleasure was soon cut short as the fingers withdrew, but before he could whine and beg for their return, he felt something much wider come to rest against his hole.

Eric looked up at his daddy, biting his lip, and the arcanine flashed his teeth at the boy domineeringly as he pushed his tip inside his new boy toy. Eric let out a great big groan of pleasure as his hole was stretched by the canine member, slick and sticky self-lubricant running down the red shaft in rivulets. He continued to sink lower and lower on his daddy's cock before coming to a rest atop his huge knot.

Then, with a quick movement of his hips, the arcanine started bouncing Eric up and down that member. He felt himself slide up its length before plunging right back down, feeling gravity force that massive rod back into his slick entrance. He felt the pain of entry, but he welcomed it, loving the feeling of his daddy stretching his hole so roughly. He moaned in incoherent praise as he was speared up and down his daddy's enormous shaft, feeling it roughly slam home against his prostate and his unnaturally sensitive insides.

His daddy growled in pleasure, roughly bouncing the insensate boy up and down his enormous shaft. "You like it, don't you, you little slut?" He growled, his animal lust creeping into every action and word. "You like the feeling of daddy's fat cock piercing your insides and stretching you like a sex doll." Eric let out a cry of delight as his daddy's words were punctuated by such strong bouncing. "Yes, daddy!" Eric screamed, his dignity and self-respect gone in the face of such a masculine presence, "I love your cock inside me! I love being your sex doll!"

With those words, the arcanine suddenly flipped Eric on all fours as he started to violently fuck him from behind. He pistoned his cock in and out of the boy's quickly-ruining hole, feeling that needy flesh give before his enormous member. The blood-red length pumped in and out of the moaning, mewling human's hole, drops of the boy's natural lubricant splattering both of their thighs as the arcanine fucked his new toy with wild abandon. He dug his claws into the boy's ass as he bit down on his neck, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to let him know who he belonged to.

The arcanine growled louder and louder with each thrust, positioning himself more advantageously to drive everything home. He fucked the boy so hard he was rocking the bed, his knot slamming against the human's entrance with each thrust, threatening with every slam to bypass the boy's failing natural resistances and find its way home. Amidst all of this unbearable thrusting, the boy, whose name was completely gone from his head by this point, found himself experiencing the most intense orgasm of his life. He came all over the red silk sheets, pearly white cum splattering the fabric as the force of the arcanine slamming his prostate caused him to ejaculate the biggest volume of semen he's ever had.

The force of the boy's orgasm was enough to cause his ruined hole to clench weakly around the 'mon's cock, and that was enough to drive his daddy over the edge. The arcanine howled as he pulled out to the tip and drove his cock into the boy with one final thrust, his knot going right through his entrance and locking him in place. The boy let out a scream of absolute submissive bliss as he felt the arcanine pump him full of his hot seed. The arcanine thrusted against the boy as best he could despite being locked in place, as he filled the boy up with is potent, fertile cum. The boy writhed against his daddy as his belly slowly expanded with the sheer volume of ejaculate, and after three minutes the arcanine's orgasm slowly subsided.

The two sat there for the longest time, not moving from their fucking positions, before the arcanine's knot receded just enough for him to pull out without breaking his toy. As soon as his hole was devoid of cock, a flood of arcanine cum came rushing out, pooling on the bed. In one final act of dominance, the arcanine grabbed his bitch's hair and rubbed his face in the pooling seed, smirking with satisfied victory as the human tried weakly to lick it up.

The arcanine stood up, wiped his cock on the boy's hair, and walked toward the door. "Rest up, slut," he said with a domineering chuckle. "We'll continue in the morning." And as he closed the door, the human laid in the puddle of seed, a hazy smile coming to his cum-splattered face.

He couldn't wait for his daddy to come back.