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Ivan was rather out of breath when he staggered into the shop, panting heavily and leaning against the wall. His Bastemon supervisor, Karini, looked up from what she was doing with no shortage of concern. “Oh, dear...someone came after you?”

“It’s...fine. Didn’t do it until I was on the way back…” Ivan wiped his brow, trying to steady his heart. “I think they just wanted to mess with me, they didn’t attack, just chased…”

“Still. I wish they wouldn’t do that...you’d think they’d recognize the uniform and know you were on a job, at least. Not that I think they should chase you otherwise, but...some hoodlums don’t have any decency towards hard-working folk.” The cat-like digimon walked over and examined Ivan, finding no injuries. “I’ll keep my eye out, if I see any punks hanging around I’ll slap them around a bit and send them packing.”

Ivan nodded, smiling weakly. “Thanks, Karini. Uh, is Diego here? I thought he said he wanted to talk to me after my last delivery…”

“Oh...hm. He didn’t say anything to me, but he’s left already. Said he had somewhere to be. I’m sure it can wait until your next shift, though, if he’s not that concerned with it. You go ahead and get home and get some rest, I’ll be sure to put a hazard bonus in for you.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you later.” Ivan headed down to the locker room, got out of his uniform and into his regular clothes, and headed out from there towards home. He appreciated Karini’s statement that she would keep an eye out for them, but he didn’t expect it to amount to much - it was simply one of the hazards of being a delivery boy, if one group was chased out others would take their place. Ivan had more or less gotten used to it, having been there close to two months, and being chased was far from the worst thing he had to deal with.

Being a human in the digital world wasn’t the easiest thing, to be sure. Ivan still would have taken it in a heartbeat over his previous life, but it certainly wasn’t utopia, especially for one of his kind. Digimon didn’t care that humans didn’t have the same kinds of powers and resiliences they had - you were expected to keep up, and if you didn’t no one was obligated to take pity on you. Even being at work didn’t insulate him, especially from some who saw a chance to nab free swag - something that COULD get them in bigger trouble, but that more than a few would chance. Every delivery was a risk, and Ivan knew it, but job opportunities were limited for humans, and you really had to take what you could get.

And he had his fair share of trouble. There were all sorts of reasons why. Some digimon didn’t like humans and felt it was important to put them in their place. Some didn’t mind them, but still felt it was important to put them in their place. Some simply enjoyed hassling people who couldn’t properly fight back. Some were just opportunists looking for an easy score, and a human was the easiest score they could find. Some were just going along with buddies, whether or not they cared about any of these. The motivation didn’t really matter much to Ivan, because the end result was life being a bit more difficult for him.

But hey, it beat starving to death out in the streets of the organic world, where he had no prospects at all.

He kept an eye out for the ruffians who had chased him as he walked, but they seemed to have gotten their kicks already. Those were among the least troublesome types, just looking to hassle him but not interested in doing any harm. Sometimes those types sufficed with words, other times it was chasing like he’d dealt with earlier. He was pretty sure at least a couple of the digimon after him would have easily beaten him in a footrace, so they likely weren’t interested in anything more than that. Ivan could deal with that any day, the jeers of strangers didn’t mean all that much to him, his abusive parents had dealt him enough cruelty that cut deeper because they knew him, knew his weaknesses and how to really hurt him. People who didn’t know him couldn’t really hurt him much anymore with words.

Of course, they could still hurt him other ways. The worst ones were the digimon who had no qualms about getting rough with him. Protocol was simple: when told to hand over the goods, comply - it wasn’t worth getting beat up over. But some people didn’t ask, they went straight to blows, putting him down and then snatching them to run off - or, even worse, just leaving without stealing anything, because that meant that they had just been looking for a reason to beat him up. And then there were the ones who stole first and THEN attacked, which just added insult to injury. Ivan was at least glad that some types of recovery in the digital world were instantaneous, allowing him to use something that would get him back on his feet no worse for wear in seconds…and that the store he worked at let him buy them with his employee discount. But it was still never a fun experience, and he always worried that one would hit too hard and that would be the end of him - random thugs weren’t interested in killing, one of the few things that was very quickly and harshly adjudicated, but who knew when accidents could happen? The only upside to that was hazard pay, any negative incident was actually compensated by the business, enough to sort of make it worth dealing with; too many of those would cause an investigation, a way to make sure employees weren’t deliberately setting up the hazards, but Ivan wasn’t tempted that way anyway.

Though, if anything was going to tempt him, it would be the OTHER thing that could happen…a bit of redness came to the human’s face as he thought about that. Some digimon had other ideas about getting physical with a random human…it wasn’t long after the first time he was ‘bought’ that he ran into a small group during a delivery that had wasted little time in rending his uniform and pounding him silly. He’d spend close to an hour in their clutches before they’d had their fill and let him go…even the mess he was, he still had to complete the delivery, in the nude and covered in spunk. And the customer hadn’t even batted an eye at it, though Ivan would swear he saw a cheeky smirk. No, random street fucks were another thing he just had to accept as part of the job, and in fact Ivan had even a couple of times bargained his ass to get out of being beaten or robbed. He’d caught on to the lesson pretty quickly, his body had relative value, and laying it out as a bargaining chip was an entirely valid method of getting through the shift. Funny, his parents, in absolutely forbidding him any kind of sexual activity, had said it would ‘cheapen’ him…if anything, it gave him the sense that he was worth something.

Worth a reasonable bit, in fact, given how often his time was bought by customers. Probably at least half his shifts involved at least one purchase, and some days it was multiple times in a single shift. It was, indeed, a fairly regular thing for all the employees, enough that he was surprised it had taken two weeks to be purchased the first time - though he found out that that was normal, they always waited a bit before putting a new employee on the market. But Ivan was more popular than any of the others - humans were ‘exotic’ and not always easy to come by. Such services usually earned him a higher number and value of tips, which were definitely more welcome bonuses than hazard pay, if only for the circumstances.

In all honesty, Ivan had come to like the sexual aspect of the job. Even the street fucks were thrilling in a perverse way, right out in the open where anyone could see him being just a slut to whatever digimon wanted him, and digimon weren’t exactly known for being gentle when it came to raw carnal satisfaction. Perhaps part of it was backlash against his oppressive upbringing, but he rather enjoyed being something of a slut. And he supposed he had Karn to thank for that…and a lot of other things. The Weregarurumon was his first purchaser, and he’d broken Ivan in pretty spectacularly - catching him off-guard and using his superior size and strength to impose on the human, claiming him by force. And he honestly wouldn’t have wanted it any other way, it had been a hell of an adrenaline rush and set up the expectation for what he would be facing in this world, and how well he could handle it. Others might have thought it harsh or out of bounds, but this was a different world, a different set of rules, and it had helped Ivan adjust to the new world and the expectations he should have.

He’d moved into Karn’s place shortly after, the Weregarurumon’s offer of a stable living situation far too good to pass up. The choice had been offered to him - pay for his tenancy in credits, or live there for free but adhere to Karn’s rules. Naturally, Ivan had taken the latter, though he had maybe been a bit too hasty in agreeing before he knew what the rules were, something Karn poked fun at him for. Not that they were that bad, just as a general rule it wasn’t a good idea to enter into such a contract blindly. The rules were fairly simple: Karn had final say in things, since it was his house; if Ivan was staying in, it was clothes-free for him (which Karn usually abided by himself, it turned out); the human could be called into service whenever Karn wanted, except where it would interfere with other business like work; Ivan would indulge Karn’s kinky tastes when the canine so desired; and Ivan would allow anyone who wanted to to get a piece of his ass, without the option of refusal, and that applied in AND out of the house. It wasn’t much of an issue for Ivan, who really didn’t have many options for fending off any randy digimon anyway, and so far he’d had no real problem running afoul of any of these.

As he walked into the house, Karn was waiting for him just inside the doorway, already at full mast, grinning down at the human and twirling something around his finger. “Been waiting for you, pup. Feeling a little extra frisky today…”

“Gee, I couldn’t possibly tell by that throbbing red boner you’re sporting,” Ivan fired back playfully. “Or by the fact that you look about ready to snatch me up and choke me with that collar.”

“Keep me waiting much longer and I might not be able to keep that from happening,” growled Karn with his own playful tone. “Ditch the duds and meet me in the main room.” He tossed the collar to Ivan, making no direct order about that, but the human knew the score, this was part of their deal and he had agreed to it. He headed over to his room - he had only one to himself, but it was fairly good-sized, and he didn’t have a ton of possessions to his name so he didn’t really have much need for the extra space. The uniform hit the hamper, to be washed later, and he was back to the most natural state of being, with only one embellishment to come as he examined the collar. It was a simple thing, not adorned with a tag or any special visible quirks, in fact it looked like an ordinary collar one would put on a dog - because of course Karn got a kick out of the irony. But Ivan knew there was more to it, it had a property that would compel his obedience much more forcefully while he had it on. It was one of those indulgences Karn liked…there was no question who was in charge in their normal dynamic, but Karn wasn’t exactly a constantly domineering sort, most of the time he was actually pretty easygoing. But sometimes he got the mood for control, and that was when the collar was broken out - if Ivan was wearing this and Karn gave him a command, he wouldn’t even be able to THINK about refusing. It seemed perhaps a bit unnecessary given that Ivan wasn’t disagreeing with anything anyway, but removing even the option was a thrill for the big wolf digimon, and Ivan didn’t mind briefly indulging him from time to time. He wasn’t sure he’d want it to be a long-term thing, but Karn didn’t seem interested in that, thankfully.

With a shrug, he snapped the collar around his neck. A little shiver ran through him as he felt the energy of it take hold; nothing significant was happening yet, it wasn’t until he got an order than he would have his mind locked into something. That was a bit of a weird feeling, like all his thoughts were singularly focused on doing as he was commanded, driven with such force that he didn’t even have space to consider anything else. In a way, though, it was also relaxing, like a break from having to think for himself for a while, and he always felt a little bit more clear-headed and energized after a bout of this.

Although he knew Karn had given him a command, it didn’t quite kick in since it was delivered before the collar was on, so it was under his own power that he made his way to the ‘main room,’ as Karn called it. It was an all-purpose room, but mostly used for entertaining, lounging, and general lazy activities, and not unusual that Karn would want to enjoy Ivan there. But as he entered, he started a bit, because he wasn’t expecting TWO big, horny canines.

And especially not one of them being his Machgaogamon boss, Diego, laid back in his seat and legs resting on the table, looking as casual as if he lived there.

Ivan’s face reddened deeply at the cheeky grin of the blue canine. “Heh, Karn was right, this IS a good look for you,” Diego snickered, making no effort to hide his interest. It was a different look for him than Ivan was familiar with…usually his boss had plenty of clothing and cybernetics on him when he was on the job, all the better to respond in the event of someone trying to cause trouble. But now he looked about as natural as it got, the gauntlets and leg armor gone, revealing fairly normal hands and paws underneath, his clothing absent to accentuate the fluffy blue fur and lean muscles that the canine’s body naturally possessed, not quite as bulky as Karn’s were but no less well-defined. And there was no missing the ruby-red rocket jutting from the sheath between his legs, a match or more for the Weregarurumon’s, something that Ivan could easily compare right in front of his eyes. To see his boss so blatantly flaunting himself in front of him…well, it was pretty hot, actually.

“What are you waiting over there for? Get up over here.” No sooner had Karn said it than Ivan moved on his own, walking up in between the two canines. He felt like a piece of meat on display, which was kind of the truth, but he could only imagine that the two liked what they were seeing. Clearly, so did Ivan, as his own comparatively diminutive boner was bobbing in front of him with each step. He was sort of glad he really didn’t have to think about acting, it would make things seem less awkward…it was hard to get past his boss just showing up out of nowhere, but it would happen regardless of his feelings.

“Damn, he really is a tasty treat, isn’t he?” Diego let out a lecherous growl as he leaned forward, drinking in the sight of the nude and obedient human. “You have no idea how often I’ve been tempted to call you into my office for some ‘personal attention,’ bitch…especially once you got used to being nailed on the regular. Seeing you in that tight uniform, barely hiding anything…mrrr, it was SO hard to keep from having an aching hard-on all day sometimes. Couldn’t help myself, had to call my buddy and get a piece of that action.”

Buddy? That was news to Ivan…it must have registered in his expression, because Karn gave a little laugh. “That’s right, I’ve been buddies with Diego for years now. Wasn’t an accident that I got first crack at you, he let me know they had a human runner and I basically told him the moment you were ready to put you on my tab. Of course, he wasn’t expecting it to go as far as it did, but then again, neither was I. But it seems he’s been wanting you and hasn’t been able to get you…that changes starting today, bitch. I’ve told him you’re gonna service him on the job as readily as you service me at home, and I expect to hear that you do a good job, otherwise we’re gonna have to make a point of getting you into shape.”

“Yes, sir…” It was the only response he could have given, of course; under the influence of the collar, he couldn’t have imagined objecting. Which now he had a feeling he knew why Karn wanted it today, he wanted to make sure that stuck…the collar didn’t enforce obedience while it was off, but some of the commands given while it was on definitely lingered in his head, and Ivan occasionally felt like he was more eager to act on them even without the force behind it. Again, he didn’t really need the extra impetus, but Karn clearly wanted it to be there, and who was he to say no? He enjoyed it just as much.

“Good pup. Now, then, why don’t you go give him a bit of your attention? Warm him up a bit…heh, even if he looks nice and red-hot already, I’m sure he could use some extra working-up, don’t you agree, Deegs?”

“But of course.” Diego beckoned Ivan over with a finger, and almost as if a force was pulling him, Ivan reacted by stepping towards his boss - it wasn’t just spoken commands that had their effect when he was collared. “Wet me up nice and good, because I’m gonna be planting this rod in you and it’s only gonna be as smooth a ride as you make it.”

“Of course, sir.” Though Ivan was under control, he still had some say in how he executed his orders, and in this case, the best way seemed to be climbing onto the couch and crawling over Diego, partly resting on the larger canid’s body as he started to tend to that shaft. One hand on that thick, long staff, pulling it towards him so he could lick across the surface, slurping at the meat and licking up the bit of drooling pre running down it. It was salty, meaty, and a touch metallic…something he somewhat expected, cybernetic digimon had a metallic nature under the surface even if they had removable coverings. He didn’t shy away from it, it was a taste he definitely wanted to get used to, since it seemed that he was going to be experiencing it a lot in the coming times…

He heard Karn moving from his seat over behind him, setting down on the couch next to the human’s back end. Ivan wasn’t about to ask any questions, whatever Karn wanted to do with him was his business and he was just supposed to keep pleasuring Diego, so he did just that, licking more vigorously and rubbing with his hand, giving that plump knot at the base a squeeze. This was his focus even as he felt his legs get grabbed, lifted, pulled apart…but he had to stop for a moment as he gasped from the feeling of a hot tongue slurping at his rear end. It wasn’t common for Karn to eat him out like that, usually it was the other way around if anything…that was definitely going to loosen him up for Diego, which he hadn’t expected. But he wasn’t about to complain, that wasn’t a luxury he got daily.

As he settled down from that sudden excitement, Ivan stepped up his game with Diego, pushing the cock into his mouth and pressing himself down on it. As huge as it was, it was certainly a stretch for his jaw, and eventually for his throat as he pushed it further inside…he could feel the tension inside him, the stretch and the pressure combining to make his head feel like it was a mammoth trying to break him open. Only modestly visible outside, though; the compatibility effect made it both feel much more and look much less than it was. Which could still mean some big bulges if he got a really big digimon…and there were ways to make them look bigger, too, special mods that would maximize the visual aspect of that disparity. Ivan had no interest in those, and neither did Karn, but he’d seen it in action a couple times, both in humans and digimon…it looked rather insane, to say the least.

Down he went, not being shy about pushing himself all the way down on Diego’s tool, slurping and swallowing precum as he did - there was no point in pretending he was hesitant, it wasn’t like he didn’t deep-throat Karn on the regular. Speaking of which, Karn was helping him by pushing into him as he slurped inside him, that long, hot tongue raking against his prostate and making him harder than ever, and profusely leaky in his own right. This double attention seemed like something he was going to be looking forward to for a while, until one or both had had their fill of him - and another thing he’d learned about digimon, they could go for QUITE a while if they wanted to. At least with the knot Karn had, it usually meant some down time in between - he rarely pulled out until it went down. Would Diego be similar? Another thing he’d find out…he was at least starting to tease the knot with his tongue as he pushed himself up to it. All it would have taken to tie his mouth was one good push…that wasn’t something Karn did often, he preferred to chat while tied, but he’d done it a couple time just to prove to Ivan that it was eminently possible. And he was glad, because a couple of customers had done so without warning too…

More bobbing, more squeezing, more knot massage, he could feel Diego’s cock leaking more and more, that slightly metallic pre dribbling down his tongue as he futilely tried to swallow around that behemoth. If he kept at it, it likely wouldn’t have been too long before Ivan was getting something thicker and more substantial pumped into him…he wondered what Diego’s spunk would taste like, it seemed to be a mystery with every new mon, some of them had mods applied to change their flavor, others just had very unusual natural flavors in tune with their natures. And he had heard that cyborgs had more natural control than most over what they tasted like, that they could modify it without needing outside help…Ivan could see Diego indulging in something like that.

But he wasn’t going to get to find out at the moment, as Diego suddenly pulled him off, a loud moan escaping Ivan as he was unplugged from that striking staff, some of his saliva clinging between them briefly before snapping away. “Not bad, Ivan…Karn’s clearly been teaching you right. Believe me, I’ll put you through your paces with under-the-desk blowjobs until you’re a grandmaster cocksucker.”

“I’m gonna reap the rewards of that, too,” chuckled Karn as he extracted himself from Ivan’s rear end. “You ready to rut?”

“Hell yes.” Possession of Ivan was transferred over to Diego, who held the human against that muscular chest as he stood up, pinning the human against him as his cock pressed against that loosened ring. Ivan let out a breathless moan as he felt that heat and strength being used to render him helpless…well, more helpless, anyway, it wasn’t like he could have fought even if he wanted to. He could see Karn drinking in the sight of it as the Weregarurumon stood up, grinning broadly. Diego growled in his ear, making him shiver…so much going on so quickly, it was hard to tell what was hottest. “You that eager to get pounded, bitch? That excited to get your hole spread wide by my knot and filled with my cum?”

“Hnnn…yessss…ah, you’re gonna…feel so good…”

“That’s right, I am, and you’re gonna love it. Just like you love being a slut for our customers…they all tell me you perform fantastically for them, some of them wish all our runners were as eager and capable as you are. And I’ve heard you’re even more popular with some of our usual ‘ambushers,’ catching you on the street and fucking you silly…heh, I think we’re gonna institute some ‘uniform-off’ days, make sure you have to go out there free and easy, let everyone know you’re free for use…”

“Ooh…sir…” Maybe he was a little cracked being turned on so hard by that thought, but Ivan would take this kind of cracked over the kind his parents wanted him to be. He was sinking into Diego, ready for the Machgaogamon to take his fill, though he couldn’t ignore the looming figure of Karn, who was hanging out awfully close…that look on his face was one Ivan knew well, he was definitely hungry for some action.

“Heh, you think you’re ready, Ivan?”

“I do…ah…y-you might wanna get to it, Master Karn’s gonna be…eager to take his turn…”

“Oh, pup…” Suddenly he heard Karn’s voice in front of him, and felt those powerful hands grabbing his legs and another warm tip pressing against his suddenly very taut pucker. “Whoever said we were taking turns?”

Ivan had only a moment to process this - the Weregarurumon’s eagerness, the working his ass to loosen it up, all suddenly making much more sense - before he felt both canines shove into him at once. And suddenly he was VERY grateful for the way this worked in the digital world, because even with those advantages he initially felt like he might split in two from the sheer size of what pierced him. It wasn’t his first time taking two - he’d met a few digimon who had that just on their own - but never before had it been two the size of these two. His mind went blank for a moment as it struggled to process what was going on, instinct fighting with the actual sensations until they finally came to a resolution and the brief burst of panic faded away as his brain finally realized that, no, he was not about to be destroyed.

Thankfully, Karn and Diego had paused after getting about halfway in, letting Ivan snap out of it and get back in the game. “You okay, pup?” Karn asked, not sounding terribly worried.

“Y-yeah…that…ah…s-so…full…”

“Heh, you’ll be good. Humans gotta get busted open sometimes to get that they’re gonna be fine. Should be easier going from here now.” Easier certainly didn’t mean easy, that pressure inside Ivan was way more than he was used to, and he could tell that that wasn’t even close to the maximum it was going to get…especially if what Diego had said was to come to fruition. If one knot was coming, surely the other wasn’t going to be left out…

He didn’t have much more time to think about that, though, as Karn and Diego started to thrust, and his mental resources were all put towards enduring that vicious stretching. His ass felt like it was strained to the point of being wider than his body, and his guts were so plugged up with cock that he thought it might be reshaping him entirely from the inside out. As they got deeper inside, humping hard into Ivan until they were getting up to their respective knots, he could see it more visibly inside him, his gut stretching visibly to show just how packed he really was - and to think that was only a fraction of the actual mass!

Yet, Ivan’s cries were not ones of pain or discomfort or torment…they were tense, but slowly becoming more and more tainted with ecstasy. Because even as full as he felt, there was a radiant feeling of bliss that was slowly taking over, inducing the pleasure that it was meant to, overriding everything else and channeling more into the human’s renewed feelings of lust. And more powerful than ever, the double-induction from having two digimon pounding into him like this was pushing him well above what he was ready for…his cock had started to flag momentarily, but was now at full hardness again, leaking again from the battering of his prostate. Ivan felt breathless, overwhelmed, overstuffed, but he just like every other time, he was starting to really like it.

“Rrrr, that’s right, bitch, just sink into it…” Karn’s words were helping that along even more, that low growl just the perfect tenor to bury their way into his brain. “Gonna be more digimon than human for a bit with how much we’re gonna pump into you. You’re gonna crave being stuffed full even more than ever before, ain’tcha?”

“Slut’s doing a nice job taking us,” rumbled Diego, tightening his hold on Ivan’s body as he slammed in a little harder, suddenly breaking pace with Karn. “Gonna have to get you servicing some bigger customers, you’re gonna love being overfilled. Just like a good little size slut.”

Ivan took it all in without a thought, the collar ensuring he was plenty eager to absorb everything that was told to him. His expression had gone a little blanker, giddier, his tongue hanging out as he started to drool a little bit, letting his thoughts go as he reveled in the pleasure of the rutting. Karn and Diego had started off thrusting together, but now they were each going at their own pace, sliding against each other as their precum made more and more of a mess of Ivan’s ass and the floor below, making him feel sometimes more packed than others, which only seemed to make those moments feel more powerful. More than that, the buzz of euphoria was starting to couple itself more and more with those sensations, the desire to be stuffed getting stronger as they fed the idea into his brain. Delirious moans escaped him here and there as he let the two canines use him as their plaything, giving him a fucking like he’d never had before and leaving a mark that was never going to go away, certainly not if they had their way.

He suddenly shook, his cries suddenly getting louder and higher as he came, hard, squirting his load directly onto Karn’s fur as it pulsed out rather hard, splattering onto the Weregarurumon in long streaks that he made no effort to avoid. He just snickered knowingly as he saw his pet expel his lust so vociferously, knowing that he was kinking the human just the way he wanted. “Look at you, bitch, losing your cool over being used like a tight little cocksleeve. You’re never gonna forget this, are you? Gonna like ‘em even bigger and longer after this, bet you’ll jump at the chance to get some of those bigger customers reaming you, eh? But they still won’t be as good as mine, I promise you that.”

“Or mine, for that matter,” growled Diego. “Your top dogs’ll always be first, right? But those big ones’ll be close behind, slut, you’ll know that for a fact.”

No response from Ivan, who had mostly mentally checked out; right now he was just existing in a state of raw delight, body buzzing with pleasure. He pretty much just accepted what they were saying, knowing on a deeper level that this wasn’t going to be am impression easily dismissed even when the collar was off…and he didn’t really have any desire for it to, this felt so amazing, how could he not want it? Hanging limply in their grips, he merely shook and spasmed here and there, trying to tighten down even more on what was already a massive filling, but his body simply couldn’t do it - he was too packed to be able to apply any more pressure. His cock had finished unloading, but hadn’t softened one bit, still standing tall and proving his unchecked arousal.

The two canines suddenly synced up again, and then they were thrusting harder, mashing those knots against that already too-wide asshole. It looked on the face of it to be outright impossible, the two knots together were far too wide to have a hope of breaching together…but there was no way two determined digimon were to be denied. Shifting closer together, they pulled down as they thrust up, putting more and more pressure on Ivan’s body, demanding entrance into that slutty hole, eager to provide Ivan an experience beyond even what he’d already endured…

The breath was driven from Ivan as Diego’s hold tightened almost to the breaking point, and he was plunged down, the pressure insanely strong as his body fought to keep the knots out and the two canines fought to get it in. And of course, the two digimon won, a silent scream breaking from Ivan as he was suddenly impaled with two massive bulbs of flesh. As soon as they were in, Karn and Diego sandwiched him, able to come closer together, looking almost like they had to be overlapping inside from an outside view…from what Ivan was feeling, though, it was anything but that, it felt like the two cocks inside him were wider than his entire body was. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt a sudden onslaught of seed pour into him, the hot and thick liquid only adding to the sensations of unrealistic fullness that he was currently enduring, it felt like he was swelling up like a balloon inside even though outside he didn’t seem to be getting any more visibly distended. Karn wrapped his arms around Diego, pulling himself more into the other canine and sandwiching Ivan between them, his warm and slightly messy fur pressing against the human’s naked flesh as he was flooded with a load that was doing its best to overwhelm him completely, the only sounds left being the rapturous growls of Karn and Diego and the somewhat blank moans Ivan was occasionally giving off when he got some breath back in him.

“Mmm…looks like we just about broke him, eh?” Diego murred. “I wasn’t expecting him to be quite so zonked.”

“Eh, I was. Humans need practice being stuffed like this before they can handle it as well as we can.” Karn rubbed Ivan’s head, the human only half-responding to it. “But we’ll just have to give him all the practice he needs before we send him to some of the bigger guys. I’m sure he’ll be more than eager before long.”

“You did your studying, eh? Figures, you always did fancy a human pet.”

“You bet your ass, and don’t pretend you never did. They’re fun in ways that our kind aren’t. And I’ll bet they feel the same way…”

Although Ivan’s head was swimming pretty bad, he still had a little bit of wherewithal to agree. He could never have indulged in this kind of thing back in his own world…and now that he was awakening to the kink, he definitely wanted to be able to handle it better. And he had a good feeling Karn and Diego, by the time they were done with him, would have not just broken him in, but gotten him taking it like an expert. Giving him all sorts of new customers to be popular with…but his knotty dogs would always be over them, without a doubt.