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The machamp wipes his brow as he walks off the main stage, the roar of the crowd still blaring as he moves away from it. He walks down the corridors and draws closer to the changing room, his body glistening with sweat in the hallway lights. As he gets to the changing room, a short, medium haired, girly fanboy stands at the door, looking around slightly before his eyes focus on the Machamp. His demeanor changes, becoming happier and lighter on his feet. The machamp smiles and licks his lips slightly, moving towards the little human.

"Hey there, kid. Waiting for someone?" The machamp asks, having to look down at him.

"H-hey, Mr Anderson. I-I-I'm Thomas," he replies, his voice is soft and trembling.

"Please, call me Matthew."

"Y-yes, sir."

'Such a shy little thing...' Matthew thinks to himself, smirking as he gives Thomas's ass a glance. "Is there something you'd like?"

"I um... I wanted, if it's no trouble... could I have an autograph, sir?"

"Sure thing, come on in."

Thomas seems to be taken a back for a moment before he nods, following the machamp into the changing room. The scents of masculine male pokemon fills both of their noses once they enter, mixing musk, sweat, and wet fur. Matthew takes a moment before taking off his tight shorts, bending over, aiming his ass towards the fan. This makes him blush as he tries to look away, but having a celebrity's ass within a foot, he failed triumphantly. His eyes never leaving the toned, masculine, sweat covered ass.

"Damn, it feels good to get them off," Matthew sighs, stretching out slightly. He looks back at Thomas, smiling at the deep blush across his cheeks. "So, you wanted my autograph?"

"Y-yes sir..." Thomas stammers, shrinking as the machamp walks over to him.

"Do you have a pen? Maybe some paper?"

He looks sheepish, looking down at the floor.

"Mmm, if you don't have then, maybe I can give you a different type of autograph?"

"Wh-what do... do you... m-mean?"

The machamp smiles, grabs Thomas' head and makes out with him, working his frozen lips. Thomas doesn't move as the pokemon gropes and squeezes his body, all four hands working across his clothes. A small whimper escapes the human's lips, his hands going to Matthew's cheeks. The moment his hands graze the machamp's bare skin, the pokemon pulls away and shoves Thomas' face into his lower armpit, rubbing his sweat across the timid boy's nose.

"Good boy, here's your autograph alright, gonna make sure it lasts." Matthew whispers half to himself, keeping Thomas in the hot, sweaty cleft. "Gonna be a good boy and lick me clean? Was on stage all day I've built up quite a sweat."

Thomas tried to pull away, to get a gasp of fresh air. But no matter what, he's kept tight against the musk heavy armpit of his idol

"Come on now, be a good boy and give the goods a lick."

He knew he had no other choice, so... Thomas gave in. His tongue moves out of his mouth and laps across the hot crevice, licking up the muskiest, thickest sweat he's ever smelt, or even fastest for that matter. As Matthew feels the wet appendage rasp across his skin, he lets out a sigh, petting the human's head softly. The human trembles as he gulps the stench down his throat, tasting the rankness against his taste buds.

"There you go, boy. I knew you would like the taste, don't worry, got three more just waiting for you. So take your time, little thing." The machamp purrs, slowly undoing Thomas' clothes.

When Matthew gets the human naked, he looks up to the clock, sighing as his musky pit gets washed out. The clock ticks by: a second, a minute, and then five. Once the Machamp thinks his new friend has had enough of the first, he pulls Thomas away from his pit and smiles down at him. His face is wet, flustered, and he's panting to all hell. It looks like he's barely able to form cohesive thoughts, but after a few moments, he speaks.

"Why'd you make me stop? I was so close!" Thomas asks, pulling to try to get back into the warm crevice, his throbbing cock leaks pre onto the floor.

"Because I have a better place for you, little guy. And I don't want you squirting too quickly, do I?" Matthew says with a smirk, pushing him into his second pit.

This cycle repeats for all four of his pits, keeping the human just on the edge of orgasm, not allowing him to touch himself. No, he wanted the first shot to be special, to be completely hands free. When Thomas gets under the forth pit for five minutes, it finally happens. He moans like a virgin jerking it to a vixen, squirting along the machamp's side. Five thick, creamy, fertile shots of jizz covers his sweaty skin. This is exactly what Matthew wanted, but... It'd be fun for him to tease the little guy a bit, to see how far he could take this.

"Oh bad boy, you came without asking, boy." Matthew snarls softly, pulling Thomas away from his source of pleasure.

"I'm sorry, you smelled so good... " Thomas starts before getting cut off.

"You're a bad boy Thomas, but you like being that, don't you boy?"

"Y-yeah, I do."

"Don't worry, we all got our things."

Matthew grips the human's balls and feels them up, growling softly. "Hmm, you've got a nice set on you, don't you?"

"Yes sir," Thomas trembles in the machamp's grip.

"I told you, you can call me Matthew. Now, lay down on the benches." Matthew smirks, picking up his jockstrap as Thomas does what he says with a 'Yes, Master'. The human stays there on the bench, his face glossy in musk and sweat. The machamp wraps the jockstrap around Thomas' ears and makes sure the fabric gets nice and deep into his mouth.

"Nnng... mmmthmm." The human moans out, gulping the rank taste.

"Let's take this slow." Matthew kneels over the human and shake his sweaty ass over Thomas' face slowly. "Do you want this, buddy?"

Thomas is muffled by the fabric. "Yesh, Math-ew!"

"Good boy?"

The machamp lowers his ass and presses it against Thomas' nose, letting him sniff his bare, sweat covered, musk laden ass. This makes the human groan in pleasure, squirming and trembling underneath the mountain of muscles and musk. A small laugh escapes Matthew's lips, grinding his ass up and down against Thomas' face.

"Good little thigh, sniff that musky ass. But... I think the next round a little more enjoyable." Matthew says, gripping the semi-erect cock, nice and tight. "Let's see how far you last."

Thomas lets out a small, confused moan, placing his hands onto the machamp's ass cheeks. Matthew jerks the small cock up and down, hard and rough, just the way these fans like. The cock becomes hard in his grip again, straining in the pokemon's grip. Moans and groans sound from his backside, muffled by the weighted musk hole pressed against the source. His grip tightens even harder around the length, making the human whimper softly.

"Come on buddy, I'm not going to make things easy for you: no pain, no gain after all. If you can last another five minutes, I'll let you cum and give you a rest. Ok buddy?"

Thomas moans out a response, which doesn't sound like a positive or negative response. But the machamp took it as positive, considering the small guy isn't struggling.

"Good boy, I'll count your minutes." He smiles as he looks up at the clock again, grinding his ass down against the human.

Five minutes...

Four minutes...

Three minutes...

Two minutes...

One minute...

The machamp tightens his grip with every minute, not enough to cause any real damage, but it'll hurt to cum the next few times at least. When it hits the time frame, Matthew lets most of his grip go, jerking faster and faster. He doesn't tell Thomas he's made it. Where's the fun in that after all? The little guy needs to work for his gift.

"Come on, hold it in buddy. Don't cum yet," Matthew tease. Thomas sqiurms underneath the machamp, moaning out against his muscular ass. As seconds tick by, Matthew can feel just how close he is getting, jerking even faster as he massages the soft sack beneath. 'He feels so close...'

Thomas lets out a groan, shooting a second load into the air and onto the floor. As he cums, his moans turn to deep kissing, right against the machamp's hole. Matthew moves up as the human's orgasm ends, revealing the panting, blushing, faint headed Thomas. Not moving as he takes long breaths from the air.

"So, do you think made it, little guy?" Matthew asks, rubbing his cheek softly.

"I... I don't know Matthew, did I?" Thomas chuckles and licks his lips.

"Wanna know?"

"Sure."

"You did, by half a minute, don't worry." The machamp chuckles, rubbing the human's bare chest. "That's why I went a little hard at the end."

Thomas sits up and smiles. "Oh, thanks for that. Could have been a little softer though, I don't think I'll be able to cum for a while."

"Mmm, shame..."

"Why?"

"Because you're going to cum a lot, little buddy."

"Wait, hold up-" Thomas starts before Matthew puts a finger on his lips.

"I have a better use for that tongue of yours." The machamp pulls the human's tongue out, smirking devilishly. "Start with the pecs, and then work you're way south."

Thomas takes a moment and gulps, moving towards the pokemon's chest, taking a small sniff of it. "Fuck... why do you smell so good?"

"It's all natural baby, and right now, it's all yours. Enjoy it, little guy."

The human starts licking the muscular chest in front of him, locking around one of the large nipples after a few moments. He sucks and laps softly, looking up at Matthew with large eyes, their eyes meeting. Matthew lets Thomas enjoy himself, sighing softly as pleasure bubbles up inside his cock and balls. Both of which have been left unnoticed up until now, the throbbing erection bouncing slightly with each twitch.

He grinds his length against Thomas' stomach and moans out softly, feeling a small amount of pre-cum leaking from his tip. A growl escapes the machamp's lips, jerking himself off as the human moves over from one side to the other, licking as he goes. Pleasure builds slightly from the two actions, mixing and getting higher as Thomas moves lower and lower, getting close to the true goal.

"Good boy, there you go..." Matthew whispers, biting his lips.

Once the pokemon feels that the human has gotten close enough to his length; he grabs the human's head with a hand, opening his mouth with a second, and aiming his cock with a third. He pushes forward and enters the warm, wet hole. It feels amazing, just like any other fan for the machamp. Each person sucks cock differently, some focus on the head, others the entire shaft. There are good suckers, and bad.

But Thomas is certainly one of the good ones, he knows how to work a length. His tongue runs over the tip, working under the foreskin for a moment, and then along the shaft. The tip presses against the back of his throat, hitting him a little hard and making him gag slightly. Matthew looks down at the human, expecting to get a little attention. But he's met by Thomas continuing to pleasure his length, massaging the heavy balls held underneath with a hand.

"Oh fuck, taking my cock like a good boy, aren't you?" Matthew smiles when his sack presses against the human's chin.

A small groan rumbles around the shaft in response, the human's tongue works along Matthew's tasty skin, doing everything to bring the machamp to orgasm. Matthew starts to thrust faster into the warm depths of Thomas' mouth, making sure to try and hit as much of the wet tightness as he can. Every ram into the human's mouth brings Matthew closer to his edge, licking his lips as he starts to sweat onto Thomas.

"Fuck yeah... take my cock baby, drink my cum!" The machamp shouts, slamming his cock as deep as possible.

"Mmmph!" Thomas moans when his mouth is filled to the brim with pokemon cock, the first inch or so entering his throat. Cum shoots into the human's throat, who gulps it down as best he can. Every gulp feels bigger than the last, filling the human's stomach faster and faster. This brings Thomas to his own orgasm, spraying his own chest in white seed. "Nnng! Mmm... Mmph..."

'Fuck that must have been painful...' Matthew thinks, licking his lips.

The moment feels perfect for just a beat of a heart, before time returns to the two of them. Matthew pulls back and removes his softening length from the warm depths, letting his still heavy nuts rest onto Thomas' nose. Gasps fill the room as the human finally gets to breath, moving the sack from his face slightly.

"Did... did you really need to be so rough?" Thomas asks with a little sniff.

"Didn't you enjoy it?" Matthew responds.

"I... of course I did. But it hurt..."

The machamp sighs and brings him off the bench, hugging him as tight as he dares. Thomas sinks into the hug and presses his nose into the cleft of the pokemon's armpit, moaning softly with each sniff. Matthew chuckles and moves him deeper, loving how much he loves the scent. Every sniff becomes deeper, and each moan turns softer and becomes slightly feminine.

"Do you like that buddy?" He asks softly, massaging the human's back softly.

"Mmm-hmm..." Thomas moans out in agreement, his shaft not going down, dripping a mixture of cum and pre.

"That's it, moan for my scent baby!"

And Thomas does so, louder and more feminine than ever before, lifting the arm to get better access to the scent centre. After a few moments, he falls against Matthew's chest, groaning out as he creams across the machamp's chest. Shot after shot of slightly clear cum spreads across the bare skin, painting him with the sticky liquid. Thomas' eyes roll back and he pants deeply, moving down to where his seed paints the pokemon's abs, licking it up on an almost instinctive level.

"Good boy... you really like my scent, don't you?" Matthew asks, petting the human's head softly.

"Hmm-mm..." Thomas responds between licks, gulping down his own seed.

"What do you want to do next?"

Thomas just lets out a small moan, his voice quiet, taking the last of his seed. "Mmm..."

"Hmm?"

"Anal..."

"You want me to fuck you?" Matthew smiles and hugs him a little tighter.

"I don't want it, I need you. Your cock feels perfect in me, and I... my body needs it." Thomas says softly, burying his face between that machamp's pecs.

"Why don't you go over to the bench, and wiggle your tush a bit? See if we can get our 'little friend' excited?"

Thomas nods and pulls from the hug, moving to the bench slowly. He is a little shaky and trembles softly when he climbs onto the bench, presenting his bare ass up to Matthew. His hands grab his cheeks and spreads them, showing off his tight hole. Matthew smiles, the human must not get much action, nice and firm, with not much gape.

'He is really giving me a go.' Matthew thinks, licking his lips as he begins jerking himself off. 'I am going to enjoy this.'

"Please... please fuck me, nice and rough. I can take it." Thomas whimpers, pushing his ass out as far as possible.

"I don't think you know what you're asking for... my rough is way harder than most."

"M-Matthew... I need your cock! In me! Right now!"

"Thomas I-"

Thomas interrupts the machamp, a finger delving into his hole in his need to be filled. "Mathew, I don't care if you ruin my hole! Please!"

"If... if you say so..." Matthew takes a moment before moving forward, cock still in one hand. "But it's not gonna be the same afterwards."

"That's what I'm counting on." Thomas half whispers, biting his lip.

With a small chuckle, Matthew moves forward. He puts his hands onto Thomas' ass, replacing his before lining up his shaft. The size difference really comes into realisation, right as the tip of his cock presses against the tight hole. Thomas moans at the moment of contact, his hole clenching slightly in response.

"You sure you don't want some extra prep?" Matthew asks.

"Matthew, please... don't make me beg anymore."

"Ok."

Matthew moves over his back, pressing his chest down to pin the human's body against the bench. After a moment's pause, the machamp slams his length into the tight depths, getting balls deep on the first thrust. Thomas yells out and squirms as Matthew keeps him pinned, slamming his cock as deep and rough as possible. His hole gets spread, over and over, pain and pleasure continuesly shooting through his body. Every thrust makes the human yell out even louder, his body barely able to keep up with the pistoning thrusts.

"Fu-u-u-uck! M-Matthew!" Thomas shouts, his voice shaking from the thrusts.

"Hush... I gotta focus." Matthew covers the human's mouth, his cock throbbing heavily as its driven through the wet insides.

"Mmm! Mmmph!"

'Fuck, we've barely even started.' Matthew thinks, driving himself even faster into Thomas. Every thrust is harder than the last, making the human moan louder. When the machamp can't stand it anymore, he shuts Thomas' mouth and grabs a nearby used jockstrap, balling it up and stuffing it into the boy's mouth. The next he grabs goes around his nose, making sure he tastes and smells cock sweat, no matter what he does.

Matthew pins Thomas' hands behind his back, pistoning his length back and fourth, going from tip to base. It feels like he's going for a world record for how quick the machamp can ruin his ass to Thomas, slamming against his prostate every time. Pre flows from his cock, leaving him surprised at still having liquid inside his balls.

Matthew moves Thomas around and switches positions, leaving the machamp on the bench and the human over him. Taking a moment as his legs move up, his feet going to Thomas' length, rubbing up and down the little guy's lengths. Even more pre-cum leaks from the tip, the machamp's feet lube up the whole length. Moans pour through the scrunched-up jock strap, leaving a smile on Matthew's lips. After enjoying this small break, he returns to the original position, going back to fucking the human.

"Oh... d-d-dad-dy! Ph-phuck m-m-me d-dad-ddy!" Thomas tries his best to say through the jockstrap, his voice becoming even more distorted by to puristant thrusts into his tight hole. "Y-you're! Sh-sh-sho! G-good!"

"Yeah, take that cock! You like it, don't you? My fat cock your slutty ass?" Matthew growls into Thomas' ear, slapping his ass roughly.

"Yesh daddy! 'ive me your phat cock!"

'Fuck, he sounds so cute!' Matthew thinks, licking his lips softly.

The machamp shoves even faster, finally getting to his limit before trying to increase his roughness. His breath grows deeper and harder with his thrusts, biting his lips as his balls slap against Thomas' body. Every thrust feels better than the last as Matthew finally gets to the 'machamp' level of fucking.

“Thomas! You're so fucking tight!" The machamp growls into his ear. “Gonna fill that tight little ass!"

“Please… 'um in me!" Thomas yells out, the jockstrap falling out of his mouth. “Daddy! You're making me cum!"

Matthew could feel it through the human's ass, the uncoordinated clenching around his large shaft. This just forced the machamp further, thrusting even harder when his balls begin to pull up against his body. Fuck, he feels so damn good! He couldn't last any longer. His arms clench around Thomas' chest and thrust as deep as possible into the hot, wet depths.

“Thomas!" He screams when his balls clench and shoot cum straight up the human's ass.

Matthew's cock feels like a hose deep inside Thomas' ass, feeling every hard stream of cum being forced into his hole. Groans fill the room as seconds turn into minutes, the hot, sticky, thick streams of cum not slowing down until Matthew pulls out. A gush of cum follows the cock out, Thomas' hole gaping once empty, clenching slightly as it feels the cold air.

“Nnng! Fu-fuck…" Thomas moans out, a small gush of cum spilling out from his ass.

“Oh fucking hell… Thomas, you're such a good fuck…" Matthew moans out, grabbing a nearby jockstrap. He wipes his shaft cock clean and replaces the one around Thomas' nose, letting him sniff his cum. “Here, why don't you clean yourself up? I gotta take care of something."

“Wha-? W-wait… aren't… aren't we gonna snuggle a little?"

Matthew walks to the door and goes to open it. “I'm sorry kid, I don't snuggle with fans."

Thomas looks a little disappointed, slumping down on the bench with a small groan.

Matthew leaves the room, still buck naked. He heads towards the cafeteria and is met by a few of the other celebrities from the current event. A lucario with green and black fur from down south: stage name is Jaded Mystic, real name is Johnny. Not to mention Max Goof, a famous dog, some rock star or something. Not that the machamp really cared about that sort of thing, mostly focusing on the fans and the stage.

“Hey there, man." Johnny says, patting Matthew's shoulder. “What's got you so worked up?"

“Worked up?" Matthew replies with a smirk.

“You smell like sex and cum. I'm guessing one of the groupies?"

“Yeah, this little guy wanted some 'alone time' with his idol, and I definitely gave him some of my 'time'."

“Damn, dude. How many rounds did you go for?"

“About four, he came each time."

“Oh, come on! Are you even trying to reach the top?" Johnny asks as they grab some food and sit down.

“Hey, I could tell he was at his limit. Not to mention he begged for the full machamp treatment."

“Full machamp treatment?" Max asks with a questioning look.

“Yeah, we go all out with sex. You know that myth about machamp's lifting mountains? Yeah, we get to that level when we go full machamp."

“Damn… so, did you?"

“Did I what?"

“Give him the full treatment?" Johnny finishes Max's thought.

“Of course not. I gave more than usual, so he could say he got it. But if I went to machamp levels… I think I would have broken before it was over." Matthew says, rubbing the back of his head.

“I guess that's fair enough. So Max, what was your high score again?"

“Twenty orgasms, just from musk alone."

“I still don't know how you bloody did it."

“Miss a shower and spray a little of this." Max brings out a small bottle, 'stallion musk' written in big, friendly letters on the front. “And the guys go crazy."

“Wow, equine spray… is it the feral stuff?" Matthew asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Definitely, cost a pretty penny, but fuck it was worth it.

“Is it as strong as they say?"

“Definitely, spray this on your neck and they start pre-cumming like a tap on full. But a spray on their nose? Fuck! They cream their pants instantly, especially with the Clydesdale brand." Max trembles softly as he thinks back to the moment.

“Clydesdale?"

“Yeah, they're a Scottish breed… and very big…" Max blushes softly, looking away for a moment.

“Hey, what you do in the privacy of your own farmyard, is your own business." Johnny replies, giving his shoulder a soft punch.

“I'd almost say you're cheating on all this…" The machamp trails off. “Hey, where did you buy that?"

“Why?"

“For… very personal reasons."