Revenge!
"Go, go go!" A high, male voice yelled again and again. Four Digimon again sprinted around a large field of grass, panting and wanting to stop. They had been running for three hours. John, the kid working the Digimon was a scrawny 15-year-old with short, blond hair. He was wearing a garish red shirt and blue shorts, ending with a pair of tennis shoes. The sickly pale kid continued screaming until he lost his voice. After an hour, the Digimon were finally allowed to stop. "That's enough." He grunted, the Digimon staggering back to their master.
Exveemon panted hard, on his knees and gasping for air. His shiny blue scales were damp and dingy with sweat and dirt. Flamedramon had discarded his armor, his own body drenched with sweat as he fell onto his back in the grass. Greymon, with his fierce orange-and-black pattering, wanted to leap forwards and hurt John, but he was too tired and John could make them all into data with a click of his Digivice, killing them forever. Greymon settled for lying against a tree and grumbling to himself in silence. Growlmon panted and leaned against Flamedramon, managing to stay on his feet. John got into a rusty truck, driving off. The Digimon followed him wearily, the dry air cutting at their throats.
They even eventually returned home, all Digimon gasping for air and beat. They trudged to a shed outside that was their home, and all four fell into the filthy hay that constituted their beds. Growlmon spoke up first, growling.
"I saw we get revenge." He growled. The others looked at him, astonished that he would suggest such a risky, dangerous maneuver
"What?" Exveemon asked, not sure he heard right from the normally-timid Digimon.
"Yeah. Revenge. I say we trap him without his Digivice and have our way with him." He snarled. Exveemon's eyes brightened happily, and he began nodding.
"Why didn't we think of this before?!" Greymon exclaimed, grinning wildly.
"Cause we were too busy running." Flamedramon grumbled, and they laughed.
In the morning, the Digimon put their plan into action. Flamedramon, because he was the most agile of the four, snuck into the house. He looked around in the darkness, padding u pthe stairs. He spotted a bright light inside a room. He stuck his head in, seeing the trainer sleeping, his hand on his Digivice. The window was open, like every night, and a gentle breeze wafted through the room. Flamedramon stared at the Digivice, gently prying the human's fingers away. He did it slowly, stopping when the boy moved. He let out a shaking gasp, finally getting the device. He went to the window, dropping the Digivice outside. Exveemon caught it from below, and he grinned. Flamedramon snuck back out, smiling as he reached the others.
"Let's do it!" Growlmon said and the four walked inside. They tromped noisily up the stairs, not caring anymore. Exveemon walked in first, grabbing the boy roughly by the leg and pulling him to the ground. Jake woke up with a scream, pain shooting through his back as he hit the ground.
"What the hell are you doing?!" He squealed, hand dashing to his dresser.
"Looking for this?" Growlmon said, holding up the Digivice. Jake leapt for it, yelling in anger. Growlmon pinned him down with a hind paw.
"Filthy things! Get the hell off of me! I'll punish all of you!" He shriek, his voice rising from fear. Flamedramon covered his mouth, grinning.
"You've slaved us for so long. Now it's our turn." Exveemon snarled, slashing the boy's shirt off with his slaws. Jake, realizing what was happening, struggled. Tears streamed down his face. But the Digimon were past mercy now. Growlmon smirked, sliding off the trainer's jeans and underwear. Greymon licked his lips. Exveemon smirked, holding one of his paws over Jake's mouth. "Maybe we need to give him some other kind of gag..." Growlmon murmured, prying Exveemon's hand off and forcing Jake to lick his sheath. His red cock slid out slowly, and he held his claws at Jake's neck, making him lick and suck. Growlmon lifted him up by his hair, forcing his face down on his seven-inch cock, forcing his head up and down on the hard, red shaft. Jake choked and gagged, struggling to get the huge cock out of his throat. Growlmon facefucked him fiercely, grinning at the boy's choking sobs. Greymon stroked himself, his cock rising. He pumped it quickly, dripping a stream of precum into the boy's face. Jake gagged in disgust.
Exveemon positioned himself above the boy's rear, his ten-inch cock erect, thick, and ready. He pressed into Jake's hole, the boy trying to scream but only choking. Exveemon trusted in hard, his cock stretching the boy's hole. He forced his thick meat in, his knot stretching Jake's hole until it bled a little bit. He pulled out, thrusting back in harder. He panted happily, smashing against Jake's prostate again and again. Jake was sobbing frantically, choking on the meaty flesh in his mouth. Greymon shot more precum onto Jake's face, the thick liquid smearing under the boy's nose and filling his nostrils with the erotic smell.
Jake lifted his arm, trying to get away. His hand caught Flamedramon's dick, and Growlmon smirked, his claws reminding the boy who was in power. Jake stroked and pumped Flamedramon's cock, hating how it felt in his hands. Growlmon groaned, shooting his load into the boy's mouth. It flooded Jake's throat and flowed down his gullet, his face getting covered as it leaked out of his mouth. He sobbed worse, not being able to breathe with the hot seed going down his throat. Growlmon pulled out roughly, cum splattering over his face. He gasped for air only to blow it out again in a huge, sobbing scream as Exveemon filled his ass with his own, sticky cum. It squirted and flowed deep inside the male, spurting out the outside of his hole. Flamedramon and Greymon both came, forcing Jake to drink their thick, white cum. He choked again, drinking it with more tears. He lied on the floor, shivering and whimpering quietly. His stomach was swollen from all the cum, and he nearly vomited. Exveemon grabbed some chain from the barn they had stayed in, tying Jake to the bedside. He threw Jake a thin blanket, smirking.
"We'll be back."