(Set after chapter 20 of Trials)
After having a good night and his first taste of another male's ass, Mike feels good. Running a hand through his hair, he walks alone to clear his mind and relax. His sister keeps having fun with the psychic twins. His grin and small bulge on his crotch show he enjoyed himself more than he should. Looking around, he wonders what to do next. He had a lot of fun, but he is tired. Unlike Gwen, he has fought in a tournament. True, he has a good amount of stamina, any girl he's been with can say that, although after trying Gabe's delicious and tight asshole, he wonders what fun he can have with similarly girly boys. And because he's fantasizing with taut asses from cute boys, he doesn't notice someone eyeing his round if toned ass.
Behind him is a male Mudsdale 'morph, he looks almost Feral possessing the head of the species with the orange muzzle, Mohawk and breads. Instead of feet, he has the typical hooves his kind uses to kick others into a coma, and his hands are covered in orange fur. Others would think he's a Feral if not for his gray pants and black muscle shirt. As a horse-type 'morph, he has a lot of muscle in a towering seven-foot-tall package. His body is, unsurprisingly, extremely toned and sculpted, like a pro-fighter's. Bulky describes him best: muscular legs and arms in a body that shows every bit of pure rippling muscle with an eight-pack set of abs one could grind meat on. Clearly, he's physically stronger than Mike.
Soon Mike finds an abandoned warehouse, a rather small one, and finally realizes he's been thinking so much of what it'd be like to meet other cute boys that he's alone and lost. Looking around the beach, he sees lights far off, but no sign of his friends or anyone else. Except for the Mudsdale who smirked at him. It put Mike on edge as he got into a stance while the larger 'morph's smirk remained in place and his eyes on the electric-type's frame. But then, the Mudsdale brings up both hands in surrender, never losing his smirk. Granted, it didn't put Mike at ease when alone with a stranger near an abandoned building, but he tries to at least approach the boy nicely. If only to do so before he can get to work with his plan involving the Luxray 'morph.
"Relax, kid." The Mudsdale says with a young man's voice, "Name's Tito. Consider me a fan."
"Dude, you're not that much older than me." Mike says, slightly ticked at the kid remark.
"True, you must be starting your trials. I'm perhaps a couple months older." Tito grins and extends his arms, "Must say, though, you're quite something. I had my money on those twins you and that other girl beat. Shame, the things I would've bought with that money..." he fake-sighs in sadness, holding his chin with a hand.
Mike grins a bit cockily, "Sorry about that, but I don't lose easily."
"No, you see, you cost me money." Tito chuckles darkly, "I'm expecting you to pay your dues."
Mike glares and gets his claws ready, "Not much of a fan, then."
"Who says I'm not?" Tito licks his lips and brings up his fists.
Mike charges forward and tries to slash Tito's chest with his claws, to which the Mudsdale replies by side-stepping the strike and smirk. Growling, Mike kicks him in the gut, but as his foot sinks into Tito's toned abs, he notices them hardening. Pulling back, the smaller male shows the horse his bared teeth and punches him with a lightning covered fist. Tito crosses his arms and takes it with a smile. Finally, Mike notices too late that his enemy is a ground-type, thus immune to his electric attacks. And the bigger 'morph chuckles through his nose before returning the punch.
Grunting, Mike steps back and holds his sore jaw, but doesn't let that distract him. If his electricity doesn't work, his attacks may do the trick. Running at Tito, he knees him in the gut, but the Mudsdale doesn't even move. In fact, Tito just let Mike punch him over and over, and only side-stepped his attacks whenever the smaller male used his claws. Mike starts to groan and pant, the more he attacks Tito, the more tired he gets. It's like punching a large piece of meat, but instead of tenderizing Tito's muscles each of Mike's punches get him harder.
Noticing the bulge on his enemy's pants, Mike steps back with a blush and a disgusted look on his face, "Sick bastard..." he panted, feeling sweat drip down his brow.
"Worry not, I'll teach you how good it feels to get beat up." Tito rolls around a shoulder as he says that, "Actually, it may be just me. After all, being a Mudsdale means I can take physical attacks and get tougher. So keep going, your resistance only makes me harder and tougher to beat." Angrier, Mike tries to slash Tito, but the buffer 'morph avoids his attacks and takes his punches and kicks, watching the younger boy tire himself. Due to thinking he can hurt the Mudsdale enough despite his ability, Mike only manages to waste his energies. And the more he attacks, the slower he becomes and the more ragged his panting gets until he can't even stand up straight anymore and falls on one knee.
"D-Dammit..." he curses before Tito sucker-punches him hard enough to send him through the opened door to the warehouse.
Mike sees stars as he rolls on the floor and crashes against an old wooden box while Tito walks in, locking the door behind him, "Arceus, your struggling got me hard!" he laughs out loud, takes off his shirt and drops it on the floor before he starts rubbing his bulge with a hand, "I can't wait for the main event! Thanks, Mike, you're making this real fun!"
Growling, Mike tries to get up, "L-Like I'd... let you win... that easy..." he forces himself up on one knee, but Tito kicks him on the chest and pins him down under his hoof.
"Now, now, if you struggle some more, this'll really hurt you." Tito says as he rubs the bulge in his pants while Mike fails to get the hoof off his chest.
Beating Mike up is fun enough for Tito, but he wants more. Observing the Luxray 'morph, he can't help it. The bare skin of his chest and abs makes the black of his hair and arms contrast in a way a mad 'morph like him enjoyed. Keeping him under his foot makes the Mudsdale's pants painfully tight. Watching him struggle uselessly, tired, and panting with sweat on his body brightens the larger male's day. But nothing compares to his face. The half-lidded eyes filled with anger, shame, and fear at being bested by a more powerful opponent looking right into the horse's proud ones adorning his smirking face.
Mike gasps in pain, "What're you doing!?" he grunts and tries to push him back by the hoof to no avail.
Tito rubs his still soft meat, which grew at the sight of Mike's angry look, "I saw you enjoy your time with Gabe. See, I followed you to make you pay, waiting for you to get tired. Lo and behold, I saw your fine piece of ass while you took another nice ass." The larger male fondles his balls at the ideas that run in his head and smiles at the furious Mike, "So, I'm getting my money back with you as my bitch."
"Get off!" Mike exclaims, his eyes filled with tears.
Tito grins wider, "That's the plan, boy."
The horse 'morph leans down, kneeling on top of Mike, who tries to slash him with his claw. Tito's fast enough to grab his wrists and pin them on each side of the smaller 'morph's head. Then, he straddles the boy's waist, letting Mike feel his erection through his shorts and the bigger male's pants. Grinning, the Mudsdale rubs his bulge on Mike's groin, getting him to gasp. Mike hates how it feels, the warmth and weight, and having Tito smile confidently at him adds salt to the wound. He glares, but it's the only thing he can do as the clearly stronger 'morph moves Mike's hands over his head and easily holds the wrists with a hand. Tito's other hand goes down to undo his pants, letting his massive horse cock flop out: a foot long, pitch-black set of dick and balls twice as wide as Mike's with a flat cockhead.
Subconsciously, Mike swallows at the sight of it. It's so big that its tip is inches from his face, letting him smell its potent musk. He feels it pat his chest as Tito gets up slightly to grip Mike's shorts. Ripping them off with the sound of cloth tearing off echoing in the room, the Mudsdale frees Mike's smaller dick, and smothers it with his pear-sized balls. Mike moans unwillingly, biting his lower lip at the warmth brushing his sac. All the while, Tito smiles with glee as he grabs the boy's cock. It makes Mike arch his back, pushing his chest into his rapist's from feeling the Mudsdale's fingers grip and brush his overly sensitive dick. The rush of fighting made his phallus too receptive to any kind of touch when the adrenaline coursed through him, and it makes his dick grow stiffer with each stroke.
Grunting, Mike tries not to moan as Tito starts to rub his dick. The Mudsdale slides his length up and down the Luxray's bare chest, giving light smacks to the boy's balls with his own black ones. All the while, Mike is unable to push off the rapist, no matter how hard he kicks the air or struggles, Tito's too heavy. But his attempts make the Mudsdale harder and harder, and his urethra starts to leak precum on the boy's pectorals. Such a smell has the pinned down male's head spinning. Its potency burns Mike's nostrils, and its density will make sure the scent doesn't leave his skin. And the fact Tito's hand knows what speed to glide along his dick, using a tight grip that makes every stroke very pleasurable, doesn't help the smaller, defenseless 'morph.
"Come on, boy, I want you to shoot." Tito says with a smile, "Just think of all the fun we'll have if you give up. Although, I'd like to see you struggle some more."
"Ah-gah! D-Dammit! Gah! Ah! Fuck you!" Mike yells angrily, trying to glare while he gasps for breath at the amazing sensation of the Mudsdale's furry hand tickling his length while caressing it.
"Fuck me? Fuck you for having a five-star grade ass!" Tito chuckles and stops jerking Mike off, instead he moves his fingers to crush the dick like he's rolling nuts in his hand.
Positioning his larger dick over Mike's, the Mudsdale grins when the boy yelps and shoots his load, "Ah, no! Fuck! N-No!" Mike screams and spasms under Tito, trying to get away to no avail. His orgasm arrives like a tidal wave and wipes his mind white clean. The stronger 'morph lets out a pleasured moan when thick ropes of gooey cum splatter his cock and both his future dick-warmer's bare chest and Tito's furry abs. The Luxray, too tired from the reluctant climax, feels his body going limp in the afterglow. Tito's hand had crushed all the right spots after his fingers readied his dick, and now the smaller male is too stunned from the pleasure to move. And that makes Tito smile at the numb 'morph before him, laughing at his defenseless form.
Rubbing the cum on his hand on his dick, Tito moves back and aligns his lubricated tip to Mike's virgin, puckered asshole, "Oh yes, this'll be fine lube for your ass."
Barely recovering his senses, Mike's eyes widen in fear at what he heard as he feels Tito spread his legs, leaving some of the boy's cum smeared on his thighs during the boy's dazed state. The smaller male wondered about sex with another male after his first time with one. If it felt that good giving it to a male, did it feel good taking it from one? He thought about it when remembering how it pleased Gabe, but now isn't anything like that. He's about to be raped by someone who easily overpowered him, someone who is much stronger than him and can beat Mike without problem. As the situation settles in his head, the Luxray 'morph falls into despair and tries once again to escape, but Tito still holds him in place singlehandedly.
Tears well up in his eyes when Tito presses his tip on the boy's entrance, "No, stop! Don't-" his voice dies in his throat when the Mudsdale pushes in, "Guuhhh..." his innards feel like they're on fire, and his muscles try to push out the invading member. But the more he tries to push it out, the harder he makes it, and the more pleasure he gives his rapist.
"Oh yesss!" Tito hisses as he sheathes himself, pushing in deeper and deeper, "You clenched real hard! Is it that good to have my dick in you, or are you getting off by having your own cum rubbing your ass?" Mike glares at the 'morph keeping his wrists pinned above his head with tears in his eyes, getting him to chuckle before licking his hand clean of the smaller 'morph's cum.
"S-Sick bast-gah!" Mike tries to snap, but Tito brushes his prostate, getting the boy's dick to throb.
"Oh yeah, that's the spot!" the Mudsdale says cheekily and keeps going deeper and deeper.
Smiling confidently at the boy under him while sucking on his cum-drenched fingers, pulling them out to let Mike see him lick them, is a highlight. To have a strong boy defenseless, feeling a bigger dick stretch his innards while it snaked into his depths, coating them with said smaller boy's cum is bliss for Tito. Losing control, the Mudsdale slams the last five inches in one swift motion inside the boy, fully claiming the Luxray whose balls rest on the horse's pelvis while his ass was smacked by his rapist's balls. Moaning at the tightest, warmest hole he had ever experienced, Tito gets on his knees, Mike's legs on both sides of his waist while his recently cleaned hand lifts his hip. He does so to have Mike seeing the point where their bodies became one, getting the desired effect of a frightened, voiceless yelp from the shocked boy. It also allows the Mudsdale to see a bulge in the boy's stomach from the dick inside him.
"No, no, no..." Mike cries, tears leaking down his face in fear of what he sees, which turns Tito on even more.
Getting up, Tito stands while holding Mike's thighs, though he leans forward to remain connected to the smaller male and keep said weakened 'morph on the floor. Tito moans as he enjoys everything, his balls rubbing the boy's ass while the Luxray hangs from his rapist's waist, the smaller boy's head and shoulders resting on the floor, and Mike's angered but scared face. Pulling out by a couple inches, Tito slams back in, a move he repeats not a second later but this time he slides out three inches before ramming his length back in. Increasing the length of the draws and sheathing, he forces Mike's dick to slap on their abdomens, a beat added to his thrusts into the boy trying and failing to crawl away from him. Leaving only marks on the floor, the electric-type feels himself tear up as he sees the cockhead-shaped mound on his gut move back and forth from the Mudsadale's stabbing. Mike starts to grunt and groan, hating it and still attempting to escape despite how easily he is overpowered.
Feeling the dick twitch in him, Mike finally cries as Tito moans, "Guh, here it comes! Take it all, boy!" he grunts and with a final thrust that slaps his balls on Mike's ass, he unloads his cum.
"NooooAAAAH!" the smaller male screams, but it turns into a loud moan when Tito hits the right spot.
"Yeah!" The larger male cheers.
Mike gasps as the hot sensation invades his ass while his innards quiver. The pressure on his prostate had been too much, he sees his own cock shoot its load against his and Tito's abdomens; some of it also splatters his own chest. Seeing that, Tito pulls out mid-cumming, presses his cock against Mike's smaller dick, and rubs them with a single hand. Jerking off both, he aligns them for another cumshot aimed at the electric-type's face. Mike's moaning out loud, his mouth opened while his eyes roll to the back of his head. His parted lips take in both his and Tito's cum, while his tongue hangs from his mouth and has a taste of the two oddly tasty if salty creams. Tito moans as he lets him go, watching Mike's lovely ass hit the floor while the boy shudders weakly at his feet.
"N-No... no..." the Luxray pants. His ass is leaking cum as the Mudsdale walks to a spot near the entrance.
"Good, everything's here." He chuckles and shows the still dazed Mike a phone, "Now, if you don't want this leaked everywhere, you'll do as I say. Understood?"
"What're you..." Mike starts as he gets on his knees, then his eyes widen in horror at the tape replaying the events he endured.
"If you don't want everyone seeing this with a click to send it to the internet..." Tito grins widely and rubs his stiff, cum-coated dick with his free hand, "...be my bitch."
Breathless from the shock, Mike asks, "...what...?" he feels tears running down his cheeks.
"Be my fuck-toy or be ridiculed." Tito chuckles through his nose while presenting his cockhead to Mike's nostrils, "Don't worry, I'm a 'morph of my word. Take an oath to be my slave, and I'll keep my muzzle shut... Although, I'm just giving you an excuse to enjoy my dick more."
His grin angers Mike more, "You bast-" he gasps when Tito's about to press the send button, "Wait! Please don't! I'll... I'll do it..."
"Do what?" Tito mocks him, "Tell me loud and clear or I won't know what you mean?"
"I'll...be your slave..." Mike groans, the shame and anger are fueled when he feels his own dick throb from saying that. His body knows, after being dominated by a more powerful male, that he is bound to the Mudsdale's massive horse cock and he'll have to take it like a good cock-sleeve.
"I take it you know your place, you're a bitch, my bitch." Tito taunts him with a grin and Mike nods shamefully, "Good, now start sucking."
"B-But we already did it!" Mike blurts out in shock. Tito then grins and presses his cockhead to the smaller male's lips and past them, gagging Mike whose nostrils burn from the musk's potency.
"So?" Tito replies with a moan, "I want to keep going and ass-fuck you hard until you take my dick with no problem."
Mike wants to move away and wash his mouth, but the warmth and smell of the dick and cum clouds his mind. In fact, his hardening dick shows he's quickly becoming addicted to the taste. 'I can't stop licking this all up, it's so salty, bitter, and it's making my head swim.' His eyes widen and he gives a muffled-out grunt when he feels the heat coming off it and its pulsating hardness. He tries to pull back, but Tito's hands on his head make sure he won't move. His jaw can't close on such a thick piece of meat either, so he is unable to bite it. All he can do is grumble around the dick and whimper. Of course, this has his tongue unintentionally move around, teasing the underside of the cock and spreading its flavor and leftover cum over his taste buds.
Moaning out, Tito taunts him, "Did you know that... uh, that's good... in ancient times, if a Pokémon... oof... dominated another, that bitch would be its loyal... Oh, nice! Dick-sleeve?" he rubs Mike's hair as he goes deeper, letting the smaller 'morph feel every veiny inch down his throat, his master's balls on his chin, and a bush of untamed brown hair cover his nose. That makes Mike's throat tighten delightfully for the larger male's prick, "Oh yes! Oh, it seems you get it. Ah... yes, you're marked now... You're truly my bitch... Woah... and it seems your body knows it. Now get, unf, ready! I'm about to shoot my load! Enjoy my dick milk!"
Gagging sounds echo in the warehouse as Mike is forced to drink the cum. His neck can be seen bulging as Tito's heavy load travels down in thick mouthfuls. The potent smell nearly makes Mike faint while it travels directly to his stomach. Tito pulls out slowly, seeing the smaller male's throat still moving from the forced swallowing. Then, he keeps only the tip in, watching Mike's cheeks bulge while the electric type cries. Like a properly trained bitch, Mike doesn't fight back, knowing his new master would easily overpower him. Instead, he breathes heavily once Tito pulls out, his opened mouth showing a puddle of cum that his tongue moves around. Tito uses the chance to shoot more cum on Mike's face, hair, and chest. Without waiting for an order, Mike gulps down the oddly delicious man-cream.
"N-No more, p-please..." Mike pants while begging.
"You kidding? You're my slave, and I'm only starting." Tito says with a wicked grin.
"B-But..." Mike gasps when the bigger 'morph approaches him.
Jerking his still hard dick with one hand, Tito uses the other to grab his new slave by his hair to get him on his knees, "Now, let me show you your throne, Princess."
He licks the smaller 'morph's cheek before sitting in front of him, grabbing and spreading the Luxray's legs. Then Tito aligns his bigger dick with the other male's asshole. Barely realizing what Tito is doing, Mike groans and grunts when he's lifted before the horsecock goes back in his ass. With his legs around Tito's waist, said horse's dick widens his tight ring of muscle while his face rests on his hard pectorals. As the Mudsdale's muscular front rubs his, the electric type slides down the horse's phallus, flushing as what used to be pain is replaced by a great amount of pleasure. Finally used to the dick, he feels it crush his prostate, getting his own cock to pulsate in need. Gritting his teeth in delight, Tito lets Mike feel his entire dick throb inside him, the Luxray's balls resting on the bigger male's cock's base.
Gasping when the horse 'morph puts his hands on his slave's ass, Mike feels his body go limp when Tito slides his slave up and down his larger length, "Guck, ah, oh... Gah!" his moaning turns Tito on even more, his dick hard as diamonds inside the Luxray. Sinking deeper into the cock, the electric type's body goes slacker, his back arched as he hangs numbly from Tito's dick, who cackles loudly.
"Look at you, you've become part of my dick!" he laughs, pumping his dick in and out while the boy's body jolts with every stab to his prostate. "Remember its shape, taste and smell well, because you'll be attached to it for the rest of your life!" He starts to rotate his hips, stirring Mike's insides and turning his mind into mush with his cock. He hugs him in a tight bearhug, keeping his limp-bodied slut close, and asks for a request, "Come on, say you love your master's cock! Beg for it! You know you want to!"
Something snaps inside Mike, his spirit breaking, "Co-cock... Master's cock... I want it! I-I want it! Cock, harder!" he yells, his eyes glazed as a lustful smile spreads on his face. Wrapping his arms around the Mudsdale's neck, he presses his body closer while working a rhythm with his own hips, helping Tito's pelvis to smack his ass easier.
"That's a good princess..." Tito says with a grin as he holds Mike close, filling his ass with more cum as the night goes on with him fucking the electric-type into utter submission.
(Next morning)
"Are you sure, Mike?" Gwen asks her twin in confusion.
He nods, holding Tito's hand as she's unaware the ground-type's hand is groping her brother's ass, "Yeah. I may have met Tito last night, but...I had a lot of things shown to me. I'll stay here and live with him as a couple." He shivers slightly from his master's fondling of his asscheeks.
Tito grins charmingly, "It was love at first sight. Sure, he had a hard time accepting his feelings, but by the end we couldn't be happier."
"I just never thought he'd jump to the other team entirely... Oh well, if you are happy..." she is sad, but smiled regardless.
"Take care, sis." Mike says and hugs Tito, doing so to not fall from how horny he feels from just having him sink his fingers into his ass flesh.
"You too, and take care of him, Tito."
"I will." The horse grins and they wave as Gwen leaves, then chuckles, "Now, where were we?"
(Tito's apartment)
Tito sits in his living room's couch, legs spread for his dick to be free from his unzipped pants. A video of last night's events keep it hard and make him grin.
"I love that part where you sucked me... ungh, you are getting better..." he moans as Mike, naked save for a white apron, is on his knees and sucking him off, fondling his balls with one hand and jerking the parts that aren't in his mouth with the other. His tongue swirls all around and under Tito's dick as he bobs his head up and down, swallowing as much of his dick as he can until it's held up by his master's hand. Tito lets a grunt of delight as he cums down Mike's throat, thick loads bulging his neck over and over until he's done.
Popping his dick wetly with a loud suction sound, Tito rubs his length on Mike's face as the dazed and pleased slave asks, "What else, master?" after licking the string of cum and saliva connecting his lips to the tip.
Tito smirks, he likes his new pet.
