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Gunter had been following the Toxics town to town for their Galar Tour. The punk band got their start playing in underground clubs in Hammerlocke, so when they blew into town again to shred through a set in an abandoned warehouse, the city treated them like returning heroes. The four piece band was made up of two brother toxtricities, an obstagoon, and rillaboom. Gunter loved the band, but the last few shows were just excuses to reconnect with friends he met when he tried to gym challenge a few years ago. At the shows, he went into mosh pits elbows and knees swinging. Ready to check any fool thinking they could go toe to toe with the six foot tall twenty year old.

So it left Gunter completely shook up, when after the show, someone in a leather band jacket grabbed him and said, “Grift wants to meet you."

Grift was the amped up toxtricity that shredded riffs and the occasional solo from his guitar. During concerts he and the obstagoon frontman would go wild, with electricity crackling off his leathery hide while he showed off his fretwork to the crowd. In all that chaos, Gunter couldn't believe Grift took notice of him.

The young man was led to the back of the warehouse, where a few rooms originally used as offices were turned into the lounge area for musical acts that played there. Gunter was flushed and coated in sweat from moshing in the crowd, and his nose had a little dried blood from where someone hit him. He wore torn skinny jeans with a denim jacket he'd covered in patches of bands in the Galar punk scene. His dark hair was tied back and sticking to his neck from the sweat of the show.

He smelled Grift before they even got to the room. It was an earthy smell, sharp with salt like the muddy bank of an estuary. When Gunter was let into the room, the smell got even headier. He knew the scent, but never this up close in an unventilated room. His eyes nearly watered. It was so strong, but he didn't hate it, and he couldn't pass up the chance to meet one of the biggest guitarists in Galar right now.

Grift, the toxtricity, sat back in torn up leather couch, scrolling through his rotom phone. He wore a leather vest left open with nothing underneath and baggy jeans. Leaning back, his pecs were on obvious display, along with the rest of his muscular torso. His yellow front disappeared into black denim, with his adonis belt lined with leathery looking spikes. His purple wrist also looked like a spike bracelet. His yellow mohawk crackled with electricity and when Gunter entered the room he received the human with a cocky smirk. Big as Gunter was, Grift left him feeling like he'd never be a match for his hero, who eyed him up and down a moment before he said, “You're the one who been going crazy at all our shows, yeah?"

Gunter nodded. “Yeah, been making a go of it, I guess."

“I like your energy," Grift said, getting off the couch. He stood just a little taller than Gunter, but even that small bit of height difference let the toxtricity look down at Gunter in a way that left him feeling strange. “Wanted to get a closer look at you."

Gunter felt more thrown by Grift than he should. This close he saw the pokemon glistened with sweat from the show. A wave of dizziness made it difficult for Gunter to look the toxtricity in the eyes, who still smirked down at him.

“You gotta good mouth on you, and these arms ain't bad either. Work out much?" Grift asked. His hand was squeezing up and down Gunter's arm. When had he reached over?

“I work construction," Gunter said a little slowly.

“Mmm, gotta be pretty strong to keep up with all the pokemon that work in that."

Gunter just nodded. Grift's hand went from squeezing his arm to Gunter's side, down his abdomen. “Nice and solid."

The toxtricity was so close now. He breathed on Gunter while he reached down and grabbed a handful of Gunter's ass.

Finally the man responded, shoving Grift back. The toxtricity only moved a step while Gunter backed into the door. “Whoa mate, what the fuck you think you doing?"

The toxtricity cocked his head. “What? You think I called you back cause I wanted to give you an autograph?"

“I… uh, I'm not some faggot."

“See you say that," Grift said, his voice low and growling as he stepped close to Gunter again, “But it ain't just guitars I can make sing. And I bet you got a pretty singing voice."

Grift grabbed Gunter's wrist and a numbing, electric shock went up the man's arm. His whole body started feeling limp, but before he fell over, Grift flung him by the wrist onto the leather couch. Gunter sprawled across it, body locked up with paralysis while he watched the toxtricity shrug off his leather vest. Not that it covered much, but being able to see the lilac swells of flesh across his pecs made all too clear what was happening as those pants came off next. Gunter still had the ability to move his eyes and so might have looked away, but he could not stop looking. The toxtricity was flaccid, but his soft, humanoid cock was already nearly bigger than Gunter hard. The flesh of the shaft matched the set of low hanging, yellow balls. Grift packed more than he'd seen on anyone. And the musk in the room now… Gunter should have been disgusted, but he felt himself getting hard.

“You ever take cock before?" Grift asked.

Gunter barely even managed a whine.

Grift gave him a toothy grin. “Surprised with an ass like that. Don't worry though mate, that's what this is for," and Grift held his hand to his wide mouth and made a set of devil horns. He stuck his tongue out his mouth and it slid across the back of his hand and down to his wrist. Gunter shuddered. His dick struggled in the fabric of his jeans.

The toxtricity laughed. “You should see your face." He walked up to the couch and heft his cock in front of Gunter. “Smells good don't it?" Gunter only realized now how loudly he breathed through his nose. It did smell good. Muddy and masculine, full of virility, Grift's musk was messing with Gunter's head more and more by the minute. “The Dex says my sweat's toxic, but I ain't met someone who didn't love it."

Grift reached down and manhandled Gunter. The toxtricity made the big man seem like a doll as he was positioned ass up and jeans pulled down to his knees. He could barely move his neck and look around, but it mattered little as the pokemon chuckled at his rigid length. “Seem like you're getting into it, hmm?"

“F-fuck you," Gunter spat.

“Hehe, maybe if your good."

Gunter felt Grift shift behind him, the pokemon kneeling on the ground, long torso leaned in so his face was to Gunter's ass. The pokemon's big hands closed around the skin, touching Gunter's flesh for the first time. The sweating, leathery hide left him tingling and warm all over. The human broke out into a fresh sweat while those hands grabbed his firm, muscled ass and spread it. He never did anything with another fella before. His virgin entrance squeezed shut reflexively at its exposure, but then Gunter felt something wet and warm push up against it. A tongue. Toxtricity ran his tongue along Gunter's asshole. Whatever his sweat did, the tongue left a near burning itch around his rim that also left him a little numb. He gasped and his body shuddered.

It took no time at all for that pointed muscle. A push, Gunter's muscles relaxing, and then entry. A firm, wide thing was hollowing the man out. He should feel revolted, trying to kick and scream. But his entire body seemed to focus on the slow spreading, the feeling of that heat and itch spreading through his interior. He couldn't even feel his walls close around the invader, just that warmth worming through him. And that itch, the need. The tongue pushed and ground deeper inside him, working the human loose enough for his first penetration by a dick that was probably thick as his wrist. He wasn't gay. He was sure he never wanted a dude to fuck him in his life. And yet…

Gunter moaned. He felt his muscles twinge, a little movement restored that he used to lean back into that searching tongue. He heard Grift's muffled laughter as the toxtricity's tongue undulated inside him, made Gunter pant. It sawed in and out, visibly pushing more of that poisonous spit inside Gunter. And the more his body soaked in the deeper that heat and aching itch became.

Grift released him, standing up. He clapped his hands together like he was dusting them off and said, “That should do. Bet you're feeling like a bitch in heat, huh?"

“Arceus… fuck."

“You need it bad, don't you?"

Gunter felt like he might go mad. “Fuck, please, please fuck me."

“You want my cock now."

“Yes… yes please."

“Don't worry mate," Grift said, stepping back so Gunter could see him. His dick, a full hard ten inches, oozed cloudy pre cum onto the floor. The stench of it should have made Gunter gag, but all he did was drool, staring wide-eyed. “After I'm done I'll let the band have a turn with ya. Should feel alright by then. Now how about you shift around and get those pants off, huh?"

Gunter, in his daze, never even realized the paralysis wore off. Nor did he care to try and stop any of this now. He peeled his jeans off and threw them in a corner before lying back on the couch, grabbing his hamstrings and spreading his legs for Grift. His rim gaped a little from the toxtricity's tongue job. Which he'd need. The head of that dick looked like a fist, and Gunter wanted it buried deep inside him.

Grift stepped up to the couch smirking down at the man. He lined his heavy, dripping cock up with Gunter's hole. “Be sure to be loud for me, mate," Grift ordered before his hips rolled forward. Despite the prep and numbing heat, Gunter still felt it when that cock caved in his asshole. His back arched, mouth open in a silent scream while he struggled with his virginity being taken. Grift held his shaft while he slowly fed it inside Gunter. It was a little oily with his body's secretions, so the shaft had no trouble rubbing its way inside Gunter. Especially as that cockhead leaked pre like an oil spill.

The heat only deepened by the time half the shaft burrowed inside Gunter. He grit his teeth as Grift began to pump forward and back. Gunter's insides needed to be stirred up so badly. That heat had traveled up his shaft as well, spread like a virus while Grift took him. By the time he hilted, Gunter saw the toxtricity's cock clearly outlined inside him. He whined, but it felt good. Pleasing in a way nothing had. His whole body was sticky with sweat and the room smelled like all it ever had been used for was sex. His hole burned with pleasure. Despite the numbness he still felt the shape of Grift's cock inside him, and he liked being filled. Taking dick like this seemed so natural and fulfilling.

Grift, who by his shut eyes and relaxed expression, had been savoring the tight heat of Gunter's ass. But now he grabbed Gunter by the calves to push his legs further back into the couch, leaning forward a little bit before he began to pull out. As his cock slid free, that burning ache seemed to take its place again. Gunter whined a little before it was just that head. Then the plough. The rush forward made him scream for real this time. Some curse he lost in the explosion of pleasure. The toxtricity laughed over him, while he started to fuck the human in long strokes. Each hard slap inward rocked the couch against the wall. Gunter's face flushed from how girlish he sounded. He wasn't used to another male ever making him yield like this, but fuck did it feel good to submit. Submit to the pokemon's cock.

Grift's balls slapped against the couch. He'd leaked so much pre in Gunter that by now it was leaking out when Grift pulled out. Sticky, cloudy pre cum dribbled down the curve of Gunter's ass, onto the leather couch, and was smeared there by the heavy, sweaty balls that smacked against it. Strings of fine pre pulled back and forth to the pace of those swings.

Gunter couldn't see this of course. He couldn't really sense anything past Grift fucking him. Not until the the toxtricity leaned in and pushed his wide mouth to Gunter's lips. That long tongue immediately filled Gunter's mouth with more numbing heat, but Gunter received it with a moan while Grift's thrusts became more frantic. Gunter wrapped his arms around the toxtricity's head, his mane a little shocking as the man insisted holding the pokemon to him. Grift's grunt was muffled by Gunter's mouth when the toxtricity pushed inward, grinding his hips to Gunter's ass. Those thorns wrapped around the toxtricity's hips pricked at Gunter's skin, but what Gunter felt were those great balls unloading. They twitched against the couch while that cock filled Gunter's belly with enough seed to make him feel full. As soon as that first blast of rich, hot cum hit, Gunter came with an orgasm he barely noticed over the peak of pleasure frying his brain. He mewled against Grift's lips, body bucking up into the toxtricity. His ass flexed and his walls milked that cock best he could, desperate for more. More cum. Gunter's body buzzed with pleasure and he squirmed against the toxtricity, the pokemon's hide a little oily yet electrifying. Did all males feel this good? He didn't know, but he knew he wanted more cock to take him so he could find out.

If Grift let him, Gunter would have stayed clung to the toxtricity. But the pokemon wanted to share his new toy with others. He broke the kiss and pushed off the human. The man moaned as the cock that broke him slid from his body. A rush of cum left his gaping rim in its wake.

“It's good right? My cum?" Grift asked.

Gunter didn't answer. His mouth hung open, panting and drooling against the couch.

“Love breaking in a good slut," Grift said. “I'm gonna bring in one of the boys now. My brother will use you last. Be careful though, mate. These right here," and Grift hefted his balls in a palm, “their cum can be pretty addictive to humans. You take too much tonight and you might be stuck with us for a while."

Gunter, in his dumb, blissed out state. Couldn't imagine a better way to spend the rest of the tour.