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Freedom. That's the best thing about this place.

There were plenty of nice things about the digital world, more than Trent could really name. The naturalness of the world, with such varying environments and great natural scenes, was certainly one thing. He was a fan of wooded areas, and the world had them in spades, with lots of unique traits compared to the organic world, providing him a new experience every time he went. Another thing he enjoyed was the unique culture - digimon certainly had their own unique traits and personalities, making for cultures unlike anything the organic world had. Given the relative ease of access to the digital world versus a cross-globe flight, it made getting a novel experience all the easier.

But the freedom...that was the real draw. The digital world had a 'do what you want' approach to life for the most part; sure, it wasn't without rules, but there were much fewer of them and they were fairly lax. Anything that didn't affect anyone but yourself was virtually unconstrained, and even for actions which did affect other people, there was a large 'you're here at your own risk' sentiment. Digimon being naturally equipped with combat abilities and resilience well beyond humans, they took to these concepts naturally, and offered no less to their human visitors, many of whom were willing to accept the risk to enjoy the luxury of a very free culture.

And Trent was relishing the freedom above anything else right now, as he strolled through the woods all on his own. Just how he wanted to be at the moment...it was a nice escape from what felt like the stricture of his life. He couldn't say he had it terrible, for sure, but things were a bit in flux at the moment. He'd just left his job, a soul-sucking position that hadn't been worth the money he'd been earning from it...and it was safe to say he'd burned THAT bridge on the way out, not that he minded that fact.

And it got me a good story...those digimon buying me a couple free drinks last night when I told them about it, they love a good payback story. Guess they like it when humans break the mold a bit, they do think we're kinda stuffy with how orderly and rule-oriented we are.

He wasn't too worried, he had a fair savings from the job, and not too many bills to eat away at it, at least not to the point where he had to get desperate. His girlfriend, though...she hadn't been happy about it, she'd accused him of laziness and irresponsibility, and they'd had a rather huge argument that had led to him taking refuge in a whole other world. They were fighting a lot more lately, about little things mostly, but he could feel it building up to something bigger...a lot of her issue lately was with him apparently not paying enough attention to her or being distant from her. She wanted more from him, and got very irritated when he wanted his space.

Guess it's as much freedom from her as anything else. And that's not really a good way to think when you're in a relationship...I know it's good to have space at times, but if you feel tied down, that's usually a bad thing.

True, maybe Trent hadn't been as attentive as he could be to her...honestly, he wasn't really feeling it as much as he used to. It felt less like settling in and more like fizzling out...he wasn't sure if the relationship should even continue, but the last time he'd voiced a hint of a doubt she'd hit the roof. It didn't seem like something they could talk about - either he had to put up with it or just end it, and he was hesitating on that front. Maybe it wasn't something that couldn't be resolved, it wasn't like his job where it was killing him day in and day out, maybe he just needed to think about things and figure out what the issue was.

“Get your fat tail out of the way, knucklehead! You're gonna knock me off!"

Trent almost jumped at the voice. Well, that was a distraction for sure...it wasn't uncommon for him to encounter digimon out in the wilds, they were just as at home out there as in the cities. Curious, he stepped towards the source of the voice, wondering what was going on.

“I can't exactly get rid of it, you know."

“You don't have to move it around so much! Just grab it and hold it if your big butt can't keep it in place!"

“I'm trying. You're the one who wanted to do things this way, maybe stop complaining."

“I'll stop complaining when you stop trying to whap me with that thing! How hard is it to hold still?"

“Harder than you think, when you keep tickling me and touching me in sensitive spots."

Carefully, Trent squatted behind a bush and looked through a gap in the foliage. Two digimon were in the clearing, an Impmon and a Guilmon. The Guilmon was bent over, head on the ground and tail in the air, while the Impmon was practically standing on top of him, holding his tail for stability and looking like he wasn't quite getting enough of that.

What struck Trent was how big the two were. The Impmon was probably closing in on five feet tall, and with a rather impressively muscled from that wasn't at all like the other Impmon he'd seen. But he had little on the Guilmon, who towered probably over eight feet, maybe eight and a half, and had just as much bulk at that larger scale as the Impmon at smaller scale. Both had slightly more humanoid frames than what he usually saw, something that threw him a bit at first.

They must be modders. And those've gotta be pretty expensive mods. Trent had seen it before, the digital world had an astonishing range of body modifications - the range of stuff you could attach or implant seamlessly was mind-boggling, and one could change size (popular among the kaiju-sized digimon), frame, or even species without too much more trouble. Even humans could adopt those changes, though only while in the digital world - translating that to the organic world hadn't quite been figured out yet. He'd looked but never tried, but the temptation had been there, and still was...though, he wasn't sure what he'd change exactly. Having muscle like those two wouldn't have been too bad…

“Hey! Careful!" The Impmon wobbled a bit as the Guilmon shifted, nearly causing the smaller digimon to lose his footing. The near-fall gave Trent a glimpse at something he wasn't expecting, which made his face run red: the Impmon's rather healthy-sized shaft poked inside the rear end of the Guilmon. Holy crap, they're fucking. Now that's something I didn't expect. It was actually a rather appealing sight, for reasons Trent didn't quite get...either way, though, it was novel, and that kept him watching, amused at the struggles the Impmon was having.

“Do you want me to tie you down? Is that what you're trying to make me do, Hitze? Waste time trying to get you to keep still? You know I'll do it!"

The Guilmon huffed, looking a little irritated. “For fuck's sake, Lutin, if you wanna nail me just do it in a different position. I don't want to be tied down!"

“Well, you sure as hell are tempting me!" The Impmon, Lutin apparently, stuck stubbornly with it, changing his stance a bit to try to get more purchase. This also gave Trent a clearer view of what the Guilmon was packing - and boy, was it something. It had to be the longest and thickest piece he'd ever seen, easily dwarfing anything HE had to offer. With a tool like that, he was probably quite popular - large sizes seemed to be all the rage in the digital world. He'd probably modded that, too, it wouldn't have surprised Trent, that was common and popular even with humans.

He moved over a little bit, trying to find a slightly closer spot. There was a definite tent in his pants, he was getting a bit more into this than he thought...well, it wasn't every day he peeped in on two people getting it on, it was a thrill, even if they were both male and neither human. Now he could see that Lutin was trying to go for kind of a dominant display, being up on top and thrusting down with extra force, and his size made it possible for him to stand on top of the Guilmon's ample rear. Said rear looked like a rather nice cushion, but he could see why it wasn't providing good footing; it was moving a lot, Hitze's squirming had him shifting and almost trying to throw Lutin off. And the tail in the way wasn't making it much easier, since it could easily smack into the Impmon…

Which is just what it did soon after. A whack to the side of the head and Lutin went sprawling, liquid splashing out into the air as he was forcibly extracted from the dino's rear and landed flat on his back, on the ground, cursing up a storm. Trent couldn't help it, he let out a loud snort of laughter, covering up a moment later but in a major giggle fit. He didn't think it would be too risky, as loud as Lutin was being. He was wrong.

“HEY! You think this is FUNNY?!" Lutin shot up right next to him, Trent never even saw the digimon approach, he was so quick. A gloved hand caught his shirt collar and yanked him up and forward, right into the pissed-off face of the Impmon. “Whaddaya think YOU'RE laughing at?!"

“N-nothing…" Trent was so shocked he wasn't even scared yet, which meant that it was hard to keep his face straight...something that obviously didn't pass by Lutin's notice. With a yell, he heaved Trent right over his head and thumped him onto the ground, knocking the wind out of him. The ground was fairly soft, so the impact didn't hurt much, but it did disorient him, leaving him open and vulnerable.

“Hitze! Get your ass over here and pin this guy!"

A few seconds later, Trent saw a shadow over him...just before a huge weight pressed down on his head and chest. Something thumped down languidly on his head...it took a moment for Trent to realize it was the Guilmon's tail. Meaning that what was sitting down on him at the moment was...he struggled a bit, but that didn't do much to free him from the huge rear end of the lizard. It appeared he had taken the command a bit more literally than most would have. Thankfully he wasn't suffocating, but the sulfuric scent was pretty thick and made his breathing a little bit harder than it needed to be.

Now Lutin was the one laughing. “BAHAHAHAHA! Not what I was going for, but I'll take it! Make sure you press nice and hard, maybe grind against the fucker's face a bit, show him what that ass can do! That'll show the little snoop to laugh at ME!"

“I'm sure. Least now you won't be complaining about my useless ass."

“Not for a while, anyway! Though it's gonna be awfully hard to fuck you while you're pinning him like that...ah, but it's too good, I can't stand the thought of depriving him of that! But damn, how'm I gonna get my rocks off now?"

Hitze rolled his eyes. “You could just ride my dick like you said you would to get me out here."

“Bah, that's just not as satisfying!"

“Better than nothing. Besides, I think you owe me."

“Owe you? The guy who bucked my buck and sent my flying?"

“No, the guy who puts up with your bullshit all the time." Hitze folded his arms and huffed a bit. “Just because I'm an easygoing guy doesn't mean you get a free ride to use me however you want without a little something in return. And tempting me with that only to turn it around? That's pretty low."

“Ah, geez, fine! Save me the guilt trip already…" Lutin stomped up to Hitze and situated himself over the Guilmon's gigantic piece, grimacing slightly. “You know I don't hate getting stuffed, I just don't like the feeling of jizz leaking out of me. Just not an image of power and confidence like I should have…"

“Right, that's why you had me mod myself to be extra long and thick and, quote, 'shoot five times as much.' It's not gonna kill anyone for you to admit you love it, you know."

“I don't! And don't say that again unless you want me to cancel my ride!"

“Yeah, sure." Even from under the Guilmon's ass, Trent could swear he could see the huge eye roll. But no more words were shared, instead he felt the pressure increase suddenly as Lutin pounded himself down on that massive pole. It shoved his face right against Hitze's crack and pucker, getting him a stronger scent of Guilmon as well as a bit of Impmon precum on his face. His squirming renewed briefly, but stopped as Lutin's ankles locked against his sides; he rather didn't want extra attention from the irritable Impmon.

Lutin hissed a bit as he was stretched way wide...not necessarily an unfamiliar feeling, but it HAD been a bit long. Still, there was nothing like being pounded full quickly, he wouldn't have waited for the world. “Fuuuuck...did you grow even bigger since last time?"

“Nooooo...I'd've noticed." Hitze's claws dug through the dirt as he felt the tight pressure around his cock; he always loved this feeling, even if the giant tool hadn't been his idea. The temptation to grab Lutin and roll him over was pretty strong - despite the usual dominance of the Impmon and his relative passivity, it was really fun to turn the tables on him, and he knew that Lutin enjoyed it even if he was loathe to say so. But that would have meant releasing their human prisoner...he didn't really know what they were going to do with him, Lutin would probably get done with him after he'd had his kicks and let him go with a meaningless warning. He didn't care much, so long as it didn't go into really hurting him.

Lutin started to rock himself up and down on Hitze's tool, the slick cock defying any size difference to work into him energetically. His hands struggled to keep a solid grip on the Guilmon's fairly thick thighs so he could brace himself properly to keep up the pace. He could feel the squirts of precum inside his body, and the conflicting emotions raised in him at the sensation - his pride has always told him to always have the appearance of never leaking like a bitch, but at the same time, he could never explain why he found it so perversely thrilling. Even now he wasn't sure whether he was going to let it happen or try to deny it…his hand darted to his own cock and started to stroke, deciding he'd race on it, let it happen if he still needed to get his rocks off.

He'd rather forgotten about Trent, who was constantly pushed against the Guilmon's ass with every thrust down from Lutin. The scent and touch was overwhelming on him, never had he smelled something so hot, musky, and thick before, almost choking him with its volcanic aroma, which was especially rough with his lungs being compressed the way they were. It had his head spinning a bit...but, not entirely because of lack of air. Something about the scent was bizarrely...appealing, in a visceral way. It was making his body respond in ways that he could safely say his girlfriend wasn't...there was no questioning the rock-hard presence between his legs, and the rush of desire pounding through him that had been so absent for so long. He'd never had an experience with another male, though the idea had crossed his mind...though, this certainly wouldn't have been the male he would have expected to trigger such thoughts. And maybe it was partly oxygen deprivation speaking, but...he couldn't really hold himself back. With his face pressed against Hitze's crack, it was easy for him to reach up a bit and lick at that leaky pucker. He tasted a mix of flavors, no doubt both Hitze and Lutin...both of which only added to the excitement.

Hitze gasped loudly as he felt the touch of the human's tongue against his hole, almost jerking up in shock. “YAH! Fuck!"

“Ngh, what's with you?" Lutin panted.

“He just fucking tongued me!"

That got a double-take out of the Impmon. “He WHAT?!"

“He's licking! Ah...holy shit, that's no accident, he's…" Hitze's claws cleaved a fresh set of furrows into the ground as he pushed into Trent. This was definitely an unexpected twist for him, and not one he was complaining about. He squirmed a bit, pushing down further into Trent, letting the human push his tongue inside a bit. “Yeah...more of that…"

“No fucking way!" Lutin looked down, pushing his cock aside a bit to get a good look downwards between Trent's legs. “Holy shit, he's got a huge boner! Is that why the asshole was watching us, he wanted to get off? Hah, if I'd known that!"

Trent could hear everything they were saying, and felt a flush of heat come to his face. He wasn't in much of a position to try to tell them that that wasn't the case, this was entirely unexpected...but, it probably wouldn't have mattered either way, if they even believed him they probably would end up with the same ideas. And he wasn't really coming up with a good reason not to inspire them to do so…

Suddenly Lutin pulled off of Hitze's cock, leaving the Guilmon to spurt some pre out onto the grass and onto Trent's boner; the human felt the hot, thick fluid plaster against his cock and add to his arousal. “Hah! The human wants it so bad, I say we give it to him! Get off him, but make sure he can't go anywhere!" Reluctantly, Hitze lifted himself off of Trent, his sloppy boner still dripping onto Trent's clothes. The Impmon leered down at Trent, grinning devilishly and stroking himself. “You there, human bitch! Get those clothes off now, or Hitze'll roast them off you!"

“I'm not gonna burn his clothes off of him, Lutin."

“Wuss...well, I can do it, too, so you'd better hurry up anyway!" In demonstration, the Impmon formed a ball of flame with his free hand. “Make it snappy, I might just find it hot enough to wreck 'em anyway!"

Trent really didn't need any further incentive - aroused or not, the idea of hot flames near his skin was a little frightening. Without even rising, he kicked off his shoes and writhed out of his shorts and underwear, freeing up his aching cock from its confines. He clumsily pulled off his shirt and threw it in the pile near his feet, leaving him bare next to the two digimon. The contrast was obvious between them...the two digimon were far more muscular, Lutin may have been shorter but there was no question he could easily overpower Trent, and he was so outclassed by Hitze that it was laughable. Anything they wanted of him, they could take from him...so why did that sound so thrilling?

“That's what I like to see...a nice, obedient little bitch," Lutin cackled, snapping the fireball out of existence. “Stay that way and I might not torch those rags...though I'll make sure they get a nice coating of our scents if they survive. Ever taken a dick before?" Trent shook his head. “Hah! Good, then Hitze's gonna break you in! And you're gonna have a nice taste of me, since you got so much of him! Hands and knees, hop to it!"

Trent was instantly complaint, dropping onto all fours almost the instant he heard the command. His heart was pounding; that was going to be a hell of a thing to take for his first time. He knew that it worked in the digital world, somehow, but that didn't stop him from questioning it...but there was also an eagerness, a desire to feel these two powerful males show him what this side of sex could be like. Maybe it was a natural reaction to knowing there was no escape, he was subconsciously trying to prime himself for something inevitable...or maybe he was a lot more into this kind of thing than he'd ever suspected.

Lutin was up in his face very quickly - or rather, his dick was, the strong, spicy-musky, dark scent tingling in his nose. One hand was on the back of the human's head immediately, not even giving the illusion that he was going to let Trent go at his own pace as he shoved his dick all over his face. “Hah...haven't had a chance to play properly with a human yet. I've heard good things, you can bet I've been hoping...didn't expect an excited bitch to fall into my lap, though! Hope you're ready, because Hitze here, he may look laid back, but he fucks like a jackhammer."

“You don't have to terrify him, Lutin, he's already doing what you want." Hitze may have sounded casual about it, but Trent couldn't miss when the Guilmon's claws gripped him tight and he started rubbing that monster against him. They way he pushed it, there was no question he was eager, maybe even desperate to get some action, almost ensuring that he wasn't going to hold back...and Trent was torn between wanting him to and wanting to feel every but of power that fiery body could muster.

“Ah, he loves it, if he was popping from you sitting on him. Open!" The sharp command almost made Trent jump, and almost involuntarily his jaw dropped. A moment later Lutin was inside, bucking himself in and filling Trent's mouth with his thick tool. It felt like he barely got in and already it was more than the human could handle, a strain on his jaw and an assault on his senses...the taste was like Lutin's scent, except about ten times more potent, and the heat of that staff was much stronger than he had expected, leaving a decidedly strong burning sensation all over his mouth. Lutin hissed loudly as he clenched down on Trent's head. “Fuck, yeah! That's what I've been needing! Lick it, slut!" Again Trent did as ordered - it wasn't like he had much choice, nor much incentive to resist. His tongue rubbed all over the tip of the Impmon's dick, collecting the spicy-hot precum and lapping to down, and lavishing attention all over the slit.

He was almost forgetting about what was behind him, his head getting a touch hazy from the hefty musk pumping up his arousal...but it was hard to ignore whet the pointed tip of Hitze's dick pressed against his anus. He tried to brace himself, but the shove he got from that muscled dinosaur was beyond preparing for, Hitze lunged forward as soon as he was wedged in and he didn't stop...and the impact was forceful enough that it jarred Trent forward, shoving him inevitably onto Lutin's cock, the force overcoming his tighter throat and jamming it down until his nose was flush with the Impmon's crotch.

Trent had a momentary blackout from it all. The stretching on both ends, the wild impact that felt like it speared his body on a telephone pole - a telephone pole on fire, no less - caused a short-circuit in his brain. The scratch of burning claws against his hips brought him back almost immediately, though, so he could become fully aware of just how crammed with cock he was. He couldn't swallow around the behemoth in his throat, and he could feel the pulsing of that hot meat almost throughout his lower torso. The pressure was immense, yet, he could also feel that his body wasn't that out of shape...he didn't know how it worked, but was very happy that it did.

So were his captors, apparently. Hitze was momentarily frozen, pleasure overriding his own senses and locking his muscles as he remained wedged into the furiously-tight ass of the human in front of him. Heaving through clenched teeth, his toes curling lines in the dirt, he did his best to get a hold of himself...if it felt this good already, the fuck was going to be heaven. And heaven for quite a while...it almost made him appreciate the mod that Lutin had him get that delayed his orgasm quite a bit. On the other end, Lutin was already over his moment of overpowering bliss and was rocking back and forth a bit, not quite thrusting but providing a little motion through Trent's throat. “Haah...shit, didn't know that was gonna happen...but I'm glad it did! You want relief, get to work, this ain't coming out until it's shot its wad into you!"

Trent really didn't need additional reason to get to work, wanting to taste Lutin's offering was reward enough at this point. He definitely hadn't ever been so...desirous before, still not sure he wanted to go all the way to slutty with that...but the intoxicating scents were probably playing a major role in that, not to mention the thrill he really hadn't ever experienced before which had him crazy hard. He started to bob and suck, working his throat around Lutin as much as he could, still not able to properly swallow. His hands locked onto the Impmon's ankles for better balance, allowing him to pull off a bit more easily...he could only go so far before Lutin's hand stayed him, ensuring he held fast to his order, but it was enough to work himself into a bit of a rhythm.

Keeping that rhythm was hard once the two digimon got their own. Hitze finally shook off his paralysis and started to slam into Trent, ravaging that ass for all it was worth. There was no steady buildup with the Guilmon, he went right to town and plowed the human's tight hole as if he was trying to break it, the heat and friction and pressure ramping up wildly as he did. And Lutin started getting into the act soon after, bucking in time with Trent's movements to amplify the pleasure on his cock; his precum was squirting copiously down Trent's throat, and getting onto his tongue again when he pulled out just far enough. And he was really relishing the taste, it was doing the trick for him to a surprising degree - he wouldn't call it the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted, but it just tasted RIGHT for sex, like it belonged. Maybe that was another mod...at this point Trent wasn't sure what was part of the code and what was just his brain's own reaction. And he didn't care, as long as the two kept pounding him.

“Yeeeesssss...ngh, too close...already...damn, your mouth is…" Lutin wasn't getting complete thoughts out very effectively, but his voice was dripping with satisfaction. “Ah...how's his...ass, Hitze?"

“Ngh...so goood…" Hitze's strained reply was even more heavily laden with ecstasy; Lutin couldn't help but snicker, it was so clear to him that he was desperately needing to go all out. A pent-up Guilmon was the best fuck there was, in his opinion...especially with a piece like he had. And the way Trent was moaning, whenever any sound could get out of that space his cock had taken up, the human was probably in agreement.

It was all too much for Trent, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he hit his orgasm. And it hit like never before, the pleasure exploded through him as he pulsed out lances of seed onto the ground, heartier and more voluminous than he could ever remember. No climax with his girlfriend had ever come close to this...and it felt like it was being driven out of him at every moment, the pounding dicks forcing another bolt out of his balls and trying to drain him dry as a desert. And he could only push back and encourage it, they were more than welcome to try as far as he was concerned.

Just as his own climax was dying down, Lutin's arose. The Impmon hadn't gotten the mod to hold himself back like he'd had Hitze get, and the amount of stimulation he was getting, after already having worked himself up on the Guilmon with both ends, was easily enough to push him to a rather rapid end. He yelled out boisterously and gripped Trent's head with both hands as he started bucking hard, shooting thick shots into his human plaything. Again it was an overload for Trent, the gluts that raced down his throat were one thing but Lutin was pulling back quite a ways, allowing large dollops into his mouth, coating his tongue and keeping them there as his throat became occupied again. And if he thought the cock tasted spicy and musky, Lutin's cum was even more so...he could feel it making his entire tongue tingle and burn, a feeling that was surprisingly enjoyable, and making the rubbing of the thick flesh against it a starker sensation. He did everything he possibly could to make sure none of the Impmon's fluids left his mouth without a fight, trying to cling to the sensations and the tastes as long as he could...nonetheless, plenty of it dribbled out of the corners of his mouth and slid around on Lutin's shaft as he thrust, making a nice mess of his face, and of the digimon's groin.

“Fuuuuck, that was good. Hah, for a rookie you've got a good mouth." Lutin cackled in glee as he saw the mess he'd left on Trent's face. “Then again, I didn't really give you all that much to do! And it looks like you're enjoying that nice romp you're getting...better settle in because it's gonna be a while!"

Trent was still pretty out of it, merely blushing and nodding to the Impmon's remarks. “Ah…"

“Hah! I think we've already left the bitch speechless!"

“Hnng...kinda busy…" Hitze grunted between thrusts. Sloppy slurps made the somewhat quiet words hard to hear in the first place, and the ample steam arising from where his cock met Trent's rear showed that things were getting quite saturated back there.

“Heh, you've still got a ways to go, don'tcha?" Lutin was grinning in a devious manner. “Hah, and I'm in no mood to just wait around...all right, human, consider yourself lucky! I don't let just anyone do this, but I'm feelin' the urge to get it hard and there's only one way that's happening any time soon!"

Trent didn't really have a clue what the demonic digimon was talking about, but he started to get the picture when Lutin dropped down and crawled underneath his body. Despite being shorter, Lutin's broader body made it a tight fit, but he was able to position Trent just how he wanted above him, actually bearing most of the weight for the human's tired limbs as he situated himself on all fours in just the right position. He could feel Lutin's rear pushing up against his crotch, grinding against his cock...he hadn't actually softened up at all, the lust raging through him had kept him right in the thick of things.

“Hah, you're WAY smaller than I'm used to…" The Impmon taunted him as he pushed up a little more firmly against Trent. “Lucky for you, I'm not looking for a deep dicking, I just wanna feel that pounding energy Hitze's got. Let's see if you can still do anything for me!"

A little more shifting, and Lutin's hole caught the tip of Trent's dick...and just at the right time, Hitze thrust and shoved him right in. Trent let out a strained moan as he was sandwiched between two muscled bodies, cock enveloped in heat and ass still burning wildly with both stretch and flame...he was certain he was on the verge of collapse if Lutin wasn't holding him up, and with the impacts he was feeling, he was certain he was going to be bruised...and it was totally worth it, with the insane pleasure he was getting out of it. His mouth was hanging open, tongue lolling out a bit as if to try to soak up the musk in the air, cock twitching as it rubbed against surprisingly tight walls. And his prostate was getting such a wild heat and pressure that he could swear it was turning into a diamond.

“Goddamn! This is harder that he usually goes on me!" exclaimed Lutin with a snigger. “Guess I really shouldn't let him go without for so long...hah, or maybe I should! Or do you just bring out the beast in him, human?" Trent was unresponsive, though Lutin wasn't expecting much - honestly he was impressed that Trent had managed to last this long, he'd always heard that they had low stamina. Granted, that was by digimon standards, but still...there was a lot of fun they could have if this human could last long enough. Especially with the pounding he was getting...Hitze was so much more fun when he cut loose, a rarity for him but always a treat that Lutin hated to miss out on. It didn't even matter that the probing didn't go nearly as far as the Guilmon's, just that forceful smack against his ass when it was getting him riled up.

The rough pounding was threatening to set Trent off again in short order, with the volume and pitch of his cries rising as he got ever closer. He was squirming between the two digimon, now holding onto Lutin almost desperately. The Impmon was pushing back into him, making sure there was absolutely no give when Hitze slammed forcefully into him, making the thrusts feel even more powerful. There was no way he wasn't an exhausted wreck if it wasn't for that blazing-hot pole ramming into him, stoking him and keeping him on high alert. And he fucking loved it. His racing pulse, the endless excitement trilling through his body, it was more alive than he could ever remember feeling during sex.

When Hitze dug his claws in harder, he knew something was coming...the Guilmon was huffing heavily, lots of smoke pouring from his mouth and even some flames jetting out here and there, not threatening but Trent could feel the heat. “Ngh...get ready...gonna…" Trent thought it was a warning of impending orgasm, but instead Hitze stopped briefly...he could feel the dino shifting behind him, and before he knew what was happening, Hitze went into complete overdrive. He cried out louder than ever as his ass was violently rammed at almost double-time. It must have been a last hurrah, but what a finale! Bordering on painful but not quite ever getting there, almost trying to break him...he shuddered hard as his orgasm hit, dick shooting into the tight wrapping of Lutin's ass, an offering to mix with the precum Hitze had left in there earlier.

Lutin cackled as he felt the added wetness and warmth inside him. Not nearly what the human was about to get…he almost envied Trent that experience, but at least he could get it anytime he wanted. “Hahahah! Let it all out, I'll make sure to return the favor!"

Trent didn't have time to parse that line before he felt Hitze reach his limit. With a blessed cry of release, he slammed home inside Trent and unloaded - and immediately Trent knew he was in for it. The first huge glut felt like a dozen of his own orgasms alone, and it wasn't going anywhere with the huge mass of digicock stuffing him! And the next shot felt like even more...and then it kept coming, like a broken dam, pumping over and over into him, rapidly filling him with intense heat. Hitze's fluids were even hotter than his cock, it almost felt like a lava flow inside him, radiating all throughout his body, making him sweat even more profusely. How he wasn't on the verge of heatstroke, he didn't know and didn't care.

For Hitze, the climax was a heavenly relief...the block on his orgasm that held him back verged on painful as he neared release, the tightness close to intolerable, but it was worth it to feel the release of it all, the streaming blaze of cum through his dick and out of him finally. He ground himself against Trent, using the human's ass to milk himself, aiding the release with every tool he could. At the moment he was too caught up in it to think about whether Trent could handle it all, or really care. He just needed that stream through him, pumping out seed until his muscles finally took control of themselves again.

And so Trent felt himself get fuller, and fuller...the mass of it started to feel almost impossible, putting a weight to it on top of the heat, the fluid really churning into whatever space it could find. And probably some space it couldn't. He felt a bulge start to form in his gut, but it wasn't nearly big enough for what was being pumped into him, he was sure of it. And Lutin was making it hard for that bulge, putting pressure on the human's torso and adding to the tension he was under. It was starting to feel like it might never end…

But finally it did. He didn't know how long but it was far longer than an orgasm would typically go, Trent was sure. But finally Hitze relaxed, the tension in his body eased and he lightened his grip on Trent...the human could feel the pulsing in the digimon's cock cease, and the flow into his body ended. He was panting hard at the intense pressure, but not more than the Guilmon, whose hot breath was washing all over his back and neck.

“Hah, now you see why I keep him around, eh?" Lutin snickered giddily; he hadn't gotten off a second time from the treatment, but that was fine by him - he wasn't going to miss out on adding to the load inside the human, for sure. “Nothing like being packed so full of jizz that you feel like you're gonna burst!"

“I...don't get...what you like about that…" panted Hitze from above. “Feels so...much better...just to get a normal amount…"

“Bah, that's just your opinion. I think we might have you outvoted...then again, I don't think the human's vote counts anyway, he's the bitch who has to take it regardless of how he feels!"

“Mrf. You don't have to be that rude." Slowly Hitze dragged his cock out of Trent, the heated pole leaking some last seed against his walls on the way out. His staff was well dripping with his fluids as he emerged, well-soaked in his essence. Trent expected to feel a huge release as his ass was uncorked, gushes coming out of a wide open hole...but to his surprise, not only did his ass snap shut quite rapidly, but there was hardly any leakage at all, just a minor dribble. “What does feel good, though, is having that load slowly trickle through you for ages on end...reminding you constantly of the fun you had."

“Pffft. That's just gross, man." Lutin jerked himself off of Trent's dick, and pushed the weary human over off of him. Trent thumped onto the soft ground and on his back, looking up almost in a daze. Lutin grinned down at him from above, showing his erect staff right over the human's face. “Hey, guess what? I'm gonna return the favor you gave me! Let's see if you feel anything more when I shoot in you, though Hitze's got so much compressed inside you you might not even notice!"

“You don't like cum leaking out of you, but you have no problem ramming your dick into a cum-filled hole?" Hitze cracked.

“Quiet, you!" Lutin got right back into action, spreading Trent's limp legs with ease and lifting his ass up off the ground. Trent let out a groaning moan as he felt the smaller but still quite ample cock of the Impmon spear him - it felt almost like he'd been broken open from virgin all over again! “Oh, yeah, that's the fuckin' stuff!"

At least this time Trent didn't have to put much effort into anything - he was far too tired for that. All he had to do was lay back and let Lutin plow him, and the Impmon certainly wasn't holding anything back - not that he could have matched Hitze anyway. He was hard, fast, and rough, but he didn't have the sheer size the Guilmon had, and that made it feel almost like a relief...almost. There was still the fact that he was exhausted and yet somehow incredibly sensitive, with a dick that was still remaining stubbornly erect - he was starting to ache down there, but there was no giving up, not with the steady stimulation he was getting. He had nothing left to give but breathless moans as he was drilled by Lutin, squirming in the grass.

“Hah, looks like you didn't break him all the way, Hitze, he's still lovin' this!" Lutin let out another loud cackle as he thrust in particularly hard, getting a mild cry out of Trent. “Hey, why don't you give him a taste, I'm sure he wants to know if your spunk tastes like your ass!"

“I think he's already pretty full of me," Hitze remarked, though he started to move towards Trent's head anyway. He was still achingly hard, even after that immense orgasm...there was no question his body wanted more, even if he was holding himself in check pretty well.

“You don't have to skullfuck him, just let him lick you off! Not like your boner's going anywhere anyway, bet you're just chomping at the bit to get off again, ain'tcha? Greedy dino, now you know I can't give you a taste, you're just gonna snarf away!"

“Keep talking like that and you'll be getting round two. Or is that what you want?" Now even Hitze had to grin a bit as he draped his cock over Trent's face. Immediately Trent set to work, licking languidly along the massive flesh of the Guilmon's dick, slurping up the steaming seed covering it. Still feeling incredibly hot, if maybe slightly less so than when it was being pumped into his ass...and the taste was incredibly spicy, yet also mildly sweet, against expectations. He couldn't deny that it tasted pretty good...possibly another mod. He wasn't about to complain.

Neither was Lutin, who moaned a bit in his own right as he watched the human worship his partner's dick. Such a sexy scene was really getting him going, he could feel his heart racing and his loins tightening. “D-damn...just can't get enough, can you? Ngh...gonna give you more soon here…"

In response, Trent tightened down on Lutin, giving him a bit more tension to fight against and making his walls rub harder against the thick invader. Lutin snorted and gripped Trent's legs tighter, and started ramming in without restraint, almost like he was trying to mimic Hitze's finale. It still wasn't anything close, but it was doing the trick, getting him past his point of no return in short order. A cry erupted from him as he sent his load in to join the mass already packed inside Trent, getting the human moaning blissfully as he felt the pressure inside him increase yet again. Lutin's seed was making him burn again, but a different kind of burn than before, one that stung and lingered, yet somehow did so in the most wonderful way...and he had a healthy load to give as well, certainly not the same order of magnitude as Hitze but he could still feel it adding to what was inside him, the heavily compressed load getting tighter inside him. He might be dripping for weeks, with how much was being stored within him…

His own dick continued to throb as Lutin pulled out of him, the pleasure still there but the crest not quite breached. He couldn't decide if he wanted a break or wanted help getting off again already. As he was released from the Impmon's clutches, his back and legs flopped back onto the ground. Above him, Hitze's cock shone with his saliva, the underside and sides almost completely cleaned, though the top still bore a fair staining of semen. He'd almost completely zoned out while he was licking Hitze clean, it was hard to believe he'd been as thorough as he had been.

Lutin was snickering as he plopped onto the ground next to Trent, panting hard. “Damn, now I'm glad you snuck up on us, haven't had this much fun in ages. Don't think we're done yet, bitch. You've got me hotter than I've been in a long time, I could easily go a few more rounds. And Hitze here's pretty fucking pent up...he's gonna need a lot more draining than this, I don't think either of us are gonna be done before we're fucking waddling with huge loads stuck inside us."

“Blame him for that, it was his idea," Hitze grumbled.

“You bet your ass it was. Heh, it'll be fun seeing if you can even walk away after we've finished with you. Compatible or not, I'm gonna love leaving you sore. And maybe if you're lucky I'll let you stick yours in Hitze, you can feel the heat around your cock, and hope it doesn't roast right off."

“Lucky nothing, he deserves a bit of that after taking what I had to give. And considering he'll probably be taking more."

Trent was only half-paying attention to what they were saying. It was probably going to be tough to last the rest of the time they were going to give to him...but not nearly as tough as coming up with a reason to explain to his girlfriend why it was over between them. And if Hitze and Lutin were game...well, perhaps he'd be walking right back.