For the virial young Machoke days at the Jubilife Inn were set in a predictable, sometimes monotonous routine. His day would start promptly at 6:00 a.m, when his trainer would wake him from a peaceful slumber inside his Great Ball in order to have their morning practice battle to loosen up his muscles. Machoke usually didn't mind these mock contests of strength mostly because they allowed him to flaunt his incredible power in front of his trainer, who would go to great lengths to keep him and all the other Pokemon happy and well-fed. Usually he would battle either Nidoking or Rhydon, both of which were able to match Machoke in strength and heft, grappling with them. Feeling their sweaty bodies rubbing together until one of them tired out and collapsed in a heaving, horned up heap.
From there they all shared a gourmet breakfast (the perks of having a trainer who's also the main cook) and got ready for all of the guests. Whether they be a simple family looking for a place to stay, or a pent-up Jubilife City reporter looking to plow his frustrations away with one of the Pokemon. Usually Machoke was up at the front, acting as a friendly mascot, giving out hugs and letting the more "curious" guests get a feel at him. At first he would tense up at even the hint of a customer feeling him up, but now the brawny Pokemon openly welcomed all the secretive pokes and pinches.
The afternoons were a time for tidying up around the inn, with Pokemon providing helpful service wherever they were needed. A Blastoise might walk into a room of hyperactive kids bouncing on the beds, playing with the little ones and letting them tire themselves out before their parents came. Other Pokemon were trained to handle room service, folding sheets and cleaning rooms faster and better than most human maids. All while serving guests a warm Jubilife smile!
And then there was the "room service", reserved for those special customers. Machoke remembered his first room service call, only a few days after his trainer caught him and brought him to the inn. Walking in with nothing but a small tie around his neck Machoke stumbled into one of the many rooms of the hotel, only this one had the curtains pulled up, with scented vanilla candles providing the only light. On the bed laid an slightly pudgy man coated in ginger body hair and sporting a buzzcut that accentuated his round but masculine face. Intense amber eyes stared at Machoke, leering at his developed body as he walked towards the stranger.
"You can call me Howard." Said the guest, rubbing his belly lightly, his cock slowly rising. "Your trainer Jerry told me all about you."
"Choke-Choke!" Machoke replied, shaking his head with a nervous smile.
"Aw, don't by shy!" Howard replied calmly, pointing downwards toward his short but thick manhood. "I know you're new here, so we can just start with a simple handjob!"
Machoke had already been taught what that meant, but he still hesitated, his natural instincts telling him how wrong it was for a Pokemon to touch a human in such a way. In spite of his feelings Machoke still got to his knees and gently started to stroke Howard's cock with the back of his hand, taking in how warm and solid the man's penis felt against his skin.
Machoke thought that he was doing a good job thus far so with his shaky hands he started to jerk him off, tugging at the shaft softly. Howard was clearly enjoying Machoke's work, as his cock was soon covering his hands in a coating of clear pre ejaculate that furthered the pleasure. Machoke looked on in a mixture of pride and curiosity as Howard writhed below him, his body twitching and his expressions becoming more intense as time passed. It was only after a few minutes that Howard eventually reached the point of no return with his penis swelling up as far as it could and his cum shooting out, landing on both him and Machoke. When all was said and done Machoke had specks of white, sticky semen all over his abs and chest while Howard sported a healthy dose of sperm all over himself including his smiling satisfied face.
Machoke hadn't been on call for room service since then, as that wasn't his role. Most of the newer and less popular workers were used for room service but the most popular and most talented Pokemon were kept as workers for the actual underground brothel. Said brothel was where the Pokemon were kept and where most of the best sex took place.
The brick laden bunker was kept well-lit from fluorescent bulbs and the brothel was complete with a series of fully furnished rooms and bathrooms for the customers. Some would stop in and head down to the stalls for a quick, discreet blowjob and others made their way to the beds with a hulking Pokemon in tow, ready to either fuck or be fucked. Normally the Pokemon had to work their way into being used in the brothel but with his massive size and natural skills Machoke was quickly made a full on worker and his first customer would be one of his most memorable.
A huge, brawny bodybuilder who looked to be is his fifties wouldn't seem like the type of person who'd be interested in being dominated by a Pokemon but that was the exact type of person who was on his knees on a bare mattress, in front of a confused and excited Machoke. Eager to please and eager to breed, the hunky young Pokemon made his way towards his first true fuck. His cock hard and dripping pre, barely remembering the details he was told beforehand, like his first bottom's name (which was Harold).
"Just shove it in Machoke!" The man commanded.
His voice was incredibly deep and gruff, a trait that Machoke seemed to especially enjoy and he kept his head down as Machoke got ready to ream the massive hunk. Machoke took note of the sheer size of the man, his wide, hairy back and the pair of bouncy, round glutes that framed a tight, sweaty hole. Machoke's instincts were telling him to breed the horny stranger and he let those instincts overtake him Soon the sensation of the muscular stranger's warm ass on Machoke's cock also flooded his senses.
"Oh damn your dick is big!" Praised Harold as his anus was stretched by the thick penis. It was incredibly forbidden for anyone to have a Pokemon fuck them but the pleasure was unlike any other. Both for the men who seek out such sex and the grateful Pokemon like Machoke, who was getting into a steady rhythm, pulling his cock from the velvety hole for a bit before slamming back into Harold's incredible ass. Machoke was enjoying the masculine feeling of pumping his manhood inside of the weak human who was willing to let himself get pounded by a smaller, but better endowed Pokemon. In no time at all the man's hairy ass cheeks were red from the slaps that Machoke delivered to them. Machoke was in bliss and he knew that he wanted to keep it going as long as he could, to keep dominating the piece of tail before him and never let it go. Such was the instinct of Pokemon, who would usually fuck, and keep their first mate.
But unfortunately, in that moment, his own instincts would be his undoing as he unleashed his semen into his client. Shuddering from the euphoria of his release before letting his body fall onto Harold's sweaty back. Harold had also blown his load from Machoke's quick and rough screw, spraying the mattress below him with his warm jizz.
"Damn, with a dick like that you'd make any guy happy." Harold praised, sweaty and satisfied.
Machoke enjoyed his kind words but he was mostly focused on the new sensations he had taken in, the new pleasures available to him. Machoke knew that he wanted more; more fucking, more men and more chances to please. Though most importantly, more chances to release his load like the masculine, cum-filled slut he was becoming.