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"Oh Lyyyyyooooos~!"

Fucking hell. Lyos knew that voice, and he knew what it meant. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, he turned towards the Sandslash who had just strolled in with this maddeningly wide grin. There was only one reason he ever got that way. "What do you want, Doma?"

"It's not what I want, it's who wants YOU. Your favorite customer is back again."

"For fuck's sake! Kitall was just here three days ago!"

The Sandslash paused, then grinned wider. "Oh, so HE'S your favorite? Heh, why am I not surprised?"

"Shut up, Doma." Lyos growled a bit in frustration. At least he didn't have to be sugary pleasant and deferential to his co-workers, just the customers. It might not have done him any favors to be a dick to the others, but when they went out of their way to mess with him he felt he had some reason to snipe back. Especially the ones who took pleasure in him being a target for the attentions of certain customers. At least he wasn't torching the resort over it.

"Sorry, I only take that order from the bosses. Okay, so let's call it your second-favorite customer."

"My sec...oh. Burdock. Greaaaat. I suppose he wants the same thing he always wants?"

"At least. I'm running a bet on whether he escalates this time. Right now it's eleven 'he's totally gonna poke you' to two 'just a blowjob like usual.' So if you can make yourself as insufferable as usual, you'll be making a couple of the guys pretty happy."

"Right, because that's what's gonna thrill you guys. Not watching me have to rub down that musclehead."

"Oh, trust me, that'll be the highlight for some of us! Better get out there, wouldn't want to keep your special customer waiting~!" Doma walked by Lyos, snickering like a madman as he headed into the employee lounge. The Charmeleon had no real recourse other than collecting himself, putting on his fake smile, and heading out to face the music, grabbing a sizable bottle of berry-based oil as he did. At this point, he wasn't really sure whether a familiar tune was better or worse than something new.

Mystic Aura Springs was a popular place, and had a lot of repeat business. Lyos estimated that about 30% of the clientele was composed of regulars that visited multiple times a month; any less frequent than that and he hadn't been there long enough to gauge. That meant he got to know some of the regulars, and they knew all about him. And that made them the biggest pain to deal with, because they were more apt to go out of their way to put him through something he had to endure.

Burdock was one such individual. A Machoke who took a lot of pride in his body, he liked to have it worshipped and adored and pampered when he was at the resort. His favorite way of being pampered was an oil rub/massage - get the oil all over him, rub it in with your hands, and have no way of not feeling those taut, powerful muscles. And ever since Lyos had gotten roped into doing one, he'd done it just about every subsequent time. The Machoke said it was because he loved the feel of the Charmeleon's hot hands on his muscles, which warmed the oil and made it feel more pleasant. Which might have been true, but not the whole truth - Burdock was more than happy to make sure the Charmeleon knew just how powerful he was, and how controlled he was, as a subtle taunt to him. After all, Lyos was stuck in his position because of a lack of control...it was hard not to envy the Machoke for his physique and his temperament, which was alpha but never got into trouble.

While I'm rubbing the oil in, he's rubbing IT in. And I can't even complain about it because he's the customer and I have to treat him like he's the god he likes to think he is.

The sun was bright, as usual, the warmth lightening his mood a bit in spite of himself. At least it made it easier to keep that fake smile plastered on his face as he walked through the resort towards his destination. There were plenty of guests on a nice day like this, he'd already been running around a lot, enough that he'd needed a break to recover. At least this would keep him busy without having to scurry around like a Wimpod, though there was definitely a chance of strenuous physical activity. Burdock always made Lyos blow him at the end of the massage session, and had hinted at getting his other end at some point...at this point, Lyos was basically just waiting for it. And he wasn't the only one, apparently.

Burdock stood out pretty well - he always laid on a bright red towel, hands behind his head, sunglasses on his face, basking fully nude in the sun with a prominent erection, never anyone else casting a shadow over him. He was pretty big for a Machoke - rumors abounded that he'd channeled the energy he was supposed to use to evolve into buffing up his body to the size of a Machamp, which sounded unlikely to Lyos. More likely he was just one of those naturally larger ones - Lyos had seen plenty of those types, even other Charmeleons, while doing his service at the resort. In fact they seemed to have a particular draw to the springs...

As Lyos approached, the Machoke tilted his head and tipped up his sunglasses, grinning at the reptile. "Well, hello there, Lyos...glad to see YOU again, for sure. You ready to work your magic on me?"

"I'm ready to do whatever I can, sir," Lyos replied, with practiced courtesy. Whatever he felt about it, he definitely needed to provide proper satisfaction to Burdock - he was a customer, and any complaint by him would reflect especially badly on his record. So far, he'd done a good job with this one - Burdock was one of the few who, despite clearly rubbing it in, actually seemed to like him on some level, and he didn't want to ruin that now.

"Good boy. Don't hold back on the oil, now, I wanna feel nice and relaxed." Burdock returned to his previous position, his body Lyos's canvas. The Charmeleon spared a glance at his groin, where that pole stood; pointed at the tip, smooth all the way down, quite long and thick, it would have been daunting if he hadn't had to service it plenty of times already. And if he didn't have to get dicked by Kitall so often. It certainly wasn't Feraligatr-sized, but it would stretch his throat pretty strongly...and at some point, something other than his throat.

Another thing to envy...damn, if I was hung like that, I'd be a smug dude, too.

Popping open the cap, he poured a large amount of oil onto his hands and started in. He started close, with Burdock's right arm, rubbing the oil into his tough and scaled skin, kneading the powerful biceps and triceps with his claws. He never worried about accidentally cutting him, it didn't seem like anything could mar that powerful body, but his fingers did most of the work, pressing and rubbing wherever needed. Up he went towards the shoulder, taking it slowly and methodically - the oil was bright enough that he could see if he missed a spot, and Burdock would take him to task if he did.

From the shoulder to the neck, and Lyos didn't ease up on the pressure as he massaged there - Burdock had given him shit about that the first couple times, saying that there was no way his puny arms could choke him. Which was the truth, even as it made him feel inferior - overpowering the muscles of a highly-honed Fighting-type was nigh impossible if you weren't another Fighting-type. So he caressed deep and forcefully, making sure to give those muscles a nice massage and leaving the warmed oil lingering behind. He passed his way up the left arm, giving it the same treatment as the right; Burdock's head was left untouched, it was one of the parts of him that he didn't want oiled, along with most of his back, the palms of his hands, and bottoms of his feet. The backs of his hands were fair game, though, and Burdock tilted up a bit to make sure Lyos could get them; his own hands felt so small compared to the Machoke's, but he WAS a bigger Pokémon.

He started working his way down the Machoke's torso, and here was where things got a little bit more unusual as he climbed onto Burdock's body and settled on his abs in order to start working his pecs. This was definitely the customer's preference, for some reason he liked Lyos being on top of him...probably because it was hard not to rub up against his dick here and there, but there might also have been a thing for having a smaller guy need to be on him to get all of his body. Whatever it was, he didn't really have much cause to refuse, and by now it was an unspoken request. As he settled into position, his tail curled around that thick staff and started to gently stroke it...his own touch, since it usually made the blowjob at the end go a bit faster if he'd brought Burdock a bit further towards the finish line. His main focus was on oiling up those chest muscles, with a definite focus on the pectorals. They were incredibly firm, every time he pressed against them he felt virtually no give, so he didn't have to worry about being particularly gentle. He wasn't about to be callous about it, though, Burdock wanted a good experience, and doing the bare minimum wasn't going to get him out of there faster.

"Mmm...that feels really good. Anyone ever told you you're a great masseuse? The fact that your hands are just the perfect temperature, they just make muscles feel so relaxed and loose. Something that not much can do with us Fighting-types." Burdock's breaths were slow and deep, Lyos could feel himself getting lifted up and sinking down. "Your claws are nice and smooth, they provide the perfect hardness for kneading and pressure, and they're a great contrast to the rest of your fingers, which feel great when they caress you gently. Seriously, you could make a career out of this."

"I appreciate your comments, sir." It was the only thing Lyos could say, because how was he supposed to respond to that? Was it a genuine compliment, or was Burdock couching a devastating insult in sweetness? His hands...they were smooth and gentle? Claws which he thought could rip through trees effortlessly at one point, were more suited to rubbing and caressing? That couldn't have been right, could it? He was supposed to be strong, powerful, not take any crap from anyone...granted, he wasn't exactly in that groove now, but still. But it was entirely possible Burdock meant it honestly...was that better or worse?

"Seriously, think about it. You could have it as a special side business here. Warm oil massages, for anyone who wants them...you'd probably have lines all the way out the resort."

"Your words are very kind." Lyos tried to make it sound as genuine as possible, not wanting to make his uncertainty known. He kept working on the Machoke's chest, moving away from the pecs after a good while and working further down. As he did, it got harder to work his tail around Burdock's shaft, it was starting to get closer to his rear where his tail was thicker and less flexible. Once he'd gotten down to around the rib cage, he slid off of Burdock and stepped around to his legs; the abs would come near the end, when he'd have to deal with the part he was bracing himself for.

Slowly he began working those hands over Burdock's left leg. He worked his way slowly upwards, starting with the top of his foot. This had been a spot that had made him nervous at first, but Burdock kept himself in surprisingly good hygiene, and there were no odors or filth to deal with, there or anywhere else - at least, not beyond that natural heavy musk that Fighting-types had. Not always the case with other customers...he'd had to endure plenty of disgustingness in his service time there, some of which was bad enough that it gave him dry heaves. As a consequence of that, he'd started paying extra attention to his own hygiene, keeping himself as clean as he could - though, as a Fire-type, that wasn't usually much of an issue, most anything noxious would burn off easily.

Up his hands went, kneading the shin and calf, and then rubbing along the sides of the knee. Such power in those legs...Burdock could drop-kick him and probably boot him a mile from the resort. If he survived the fall, maybe that would be his ticket to freedom...he probably could, being full of hot, buoyant gas made him fall a bit slower than most other Pokémon. But as aggravating as his situation was, he wanted to prove he could beat it...running away would make it all meaningless. So he never asked, and the thick thigh he was currently working was purely something to massage, not to use. It took a lot of work on that part, Lyos couldn't get enough coverage with his hands to get all the way around it, so he had to do things gradually. Which meant more time next to the proud staff Burdock was bearing...one of the most patient erections Lyos had ever seen, he wasn't touching it or doing anything but it remained present, waiting for the time that the Charmeleon's attention would have to go to it.

For now, though, he avoided the Machoke's cock itself. Instead his claws worked over the groin area, coating his pelvis with oil and deeply massaging the flesh surrounding that spire. He heard a quiet, content sigh from Burdock as he rubbed the area, leaving nothing untouched by oil except for the obvious protrusion. There was some tension in that area, he could feel it, and he spent a good bit of time rubbing the knots with his thumb claws, around and around to try to relax them...and then a flush crept up in his face as he realized they were NOT knots, but rather Burdock's internal testes. Thick enough to be detected with just a light graze, rather than the more considerable effort needed to get to his own...he'd felt them before, how had he not realized what it was?

He stopped with that and went for the right leg, giving it just as much attention as the left, maybe even a little more to cover his embarrassment. He went top to bottom this time, working from the thigh to the knee to the calf to the foot, pampering it with warmed oil and plenty of rubbing. Thanks to the oil, his hands didn't get dry, they were a bit sore from all the focused work but not as bad as the first time he'd had to do this. Maybe he was getting a bit used to it...which wasn't necessarily a great thing, but if it made getting through his time here easier, he'd take it.

He took another deep breath as the inevitable came about...once again he moved onto Burdock's chest, this time facing the other way. A slight chuckle was audible from the Machoke as Lyos started oiling down his abdominal muscles and the rest of his torso, clearly Burdock was enjoying the view as he always did - Lyos had his tail dutifully raised so that he could get a full view of the Charmeleon's rear. It was another one of those requests that was so consistent that it didn't bear repetition anymore, and Lyos just knew that dirty thoughts were running through the Machoke's head over what he could do to him. That he hadn't demanded to use it yet spoke to his volumes of control...Lyos doubted he could have been so restrained even with his practice.

A thorough rubdown of the firm abs brought him ever closer to that pole, which was almost taunting him at this point. He didn't rush to it, making sure he got a thorough coating over every part of Burdock that he could see, not wanting to miss a spot on him and get a complaint. For all he knew, Burdock would have him do the whole thing over again if he wasn't thorough...his first attempt had resulted in that, though he was admittedly sloppy there, not having much idea what he was doing. Then again, it might have been partly because Burdock was just so enamored with his hands...

One last dollop of oil hit his hands, and it was time for the next part. He wrapped his hands around the thick cock, massaging it as well as he thoroughly covered it in the lightly scented berry oil. It was no accident that the stuff was technically edible, and it was the one part of Burdock's body that he didn't demand kept a full coating. Lyos didn't complain about this - the flavor of the oil took a bit of the edge off of the strong Fighting-type flavor, they always had some of the thicker and more potent musk. As he worked his hands up and down the shaft, getting it nice and coated, he could see a drip of precum already at the tip...his accidental ball-play earlier had worked up Burdock a bit more than usual. On the plus side, maybe that would speed up the blowjob...

Crawling forward a touch more, leaning forward a bit more to show the Machoke his rear even more clearly, he made the mistake of inhaling deeply, getting his nose full of Burdock's musky scent. It was incredibly powerful, enticing on a primal level that he really didn't wish to acknowledge...nothing he could do about that, a powerful male was supposed to trigger than reaction, he himself routinely wished he could do so reliably. Opening wide, he brought his muzzle down on that large cock, slowly pushing it into his throat and burying himself down to the Machoke's slit, bracing himself with his hands on those indomitable thighs.

"Mmm...yeah, that feels good..." Burdock was an occasional talker during these things...better than some of those who yapped constantly, but Lyos preferred silence if he was the one servicing, it was easier to put things out of his head. Still, it wasn't his choice, so he just put up with it...his tongue rubbed around the shaft as he pulled up and tucked a bit into Burdock's slit when he was further down, teasing him with a bit of extra heat and hoping that that would get Burdock revved up faster. His bobbing increased in pace, he knew that Burdock didn't need him to hold back at all...truthfully, Burdock would come when he himself pleased, he could hold back for an eternity, Fighting-types had such amazing body control that they could stave off a climax for a lot longer, until they subconsciously wanted to let go more than they wanted to hold back. Burdock didn't usually deny himself that long, but he made sure Lyos had to work for it.

There was one advantage to having experience with a regular, and that was that Lyos knew the tricks that spurred him on. One that helped get Burdock going more easily was when Lyos breathed his hot breath around that cock and down his slit...even as thick as he was, the Charmeleon could get some air out around that oversized dick, washing it in heated breath that made the Machoke murr approvingly. It quickly got a bit tougher as he started to feel Burdock throbbing a bit, he was definitely getting closer faster than usual...which had Lyos concerned that he was speeding it up so he could get to something else.

"Haah, damn...have I ever told you that you're the best oral I've ever had here?" Burdock's voice cut back into his consciousness. "I swear, no one else gives a blowjob like you do...even the ones who act like sucking dick is all that sustains them in life don't seem to have the knack you do. You know the right pressure, the right speed, and all the little touches that just get a guy aching to go off. It's no wonder you're so popular."

At least Lyos didn't have to respond this time, though his face had to be flushing. Once again, he didn't know how to respond to that...giving head wasn't something he was really supposed to be doing, he was supposed to be the one getting it. On occasion a dominant top would do a 69 or rimming to tease a sub, sure, but subs usually would be turned on by anything. He could have passed it off as more of Burdock's messing with him, except this was NOT the only Pokémon to say that about him at the resort...he'd even heard about one or two requests for the 'magical blowjob Charmeleon,' which got endless laughs out of his coworkers and mountains of humiliation for him. He had a hard time believing it wasn't just to make him miserable, there was no way his mouth could be THAT good...

He'd gotten distracted by his embarrassment and almost missed the cue that Burdock was about to go off, that fiercer throb and gush of precum that was quickly followed up by the much thicker full load. Fortunately, he was quick enough on the draw - Burdock didn't like it when they didn't catch every drop inside them. Quickly he buried that dick into his maw, letting the heavy gushes of seed surge into his gullet, catching everything that tried to leak out on his tongue. There was no way he was going to get away with NOT tasting that thick, musky semen, a slightly bitter and strongly oily flavor that overpowered the sweeter massage oil, but at least he didn't have to work to keep up with much of it, and as usual he was able to keep from missing even a dribble of jizz, ensuring that slit stayed sparkling clean and he wouldn't have to re-oil anything.

Slowly he pulled off, making sure he licked the Machoke clean on the way up just in case, and finally freed himself from that intrusion in his throat. He was panting a bit, catching his breath from the earlier deluge, but at least he had a bit of satisfaction that he'd successfully kept Burdock as clean as he wanted. No bad reviews this time...

"Heh...giving me a little extra show this time?" Lyos nearly jumped as he heard Burdock's teasing voice. But what brought it on was more troubling - HE was erect now, and his cock had dribbled some pre onto that previously pristine chest. Apparently he'd reacted more to the musk than usual...it wasn't exactly unusual for him to get aroused from this, he was exposing himself to the scents of sex after all, but usually he could keep his stiffness tucked inside until he was alone. That was especially important for Burdock, who he knew he could be leaking on...but this time he'd lost control a bit in another way he didn't want to. That would probably mean having to clean him up and oil him down again...

Burdock didn't sound angry, though. "Don't usually see you this excited...heh, well, it would be awfully rude of me not to help you with that. So, why don't you get on top of me and give me a nice ride? I think that'll work out well for both of us."

Well, there it was...Lyos couldn't claim it came out of nowhere. His slip had sort of invited it, anyway...and it figured that he'd want to be ridden, that was in line with everything else. So with a slightly breathless "Yes, sir..." Lyos got himself into position, clambering over and planting himself above that dick, his legs barely long enough to get him over the tip. He was facing away from Burdock towards the space in between his legs, to keep from making a bigger mess on his body...if he had to redo something at least it would only be a little bit. He kept reminding himself it wasn't Kitall, at least Burdock wasn't that big an ass about it, and it wasn't going to change anything being the one in control of the motion.

He would have liked to ease into it a bit more, but he doubted Burdock would be happy with that, so he sank down on that cock fairly vigorously, dropping himself down until his butt was resting on the Machoke's body. The stretch was definitely significant, but at least his body wasn't reacting as sharply as it would have with a type disadvantage...not that he hadn't let out a splash of his own precum just from impaling himself on that spear. He couldn't help it, he was worked up.

It simply wasn't possible for him to go at the speed that Burdock would have if he was leading the charge, but he did his best to provide a suitable ride to the Machoke. He pushed himself almost to a standing position before dropping down again, his legs getting quite the workout as they were forced to do most of the moving. He could only help with his arms so much, they simply weren't long enough to get him all the way there, so it was mostly on his sturdy legs, which had plenty of strength to them but didn't get this kind of workout with any regularity. He was definitely feeling it before long, and he doubted he'd be able to stretch them straight enough to rise up off of Burdock's pole when he was done.

As he plopped down once again, he felt a strong hand take hold of him and keep him from going up again. "Turn around."

He couldn't have heard that right. "Sir?"

"Turn around," Burdock repeated, firmly but not angrily. "I want to enjoy the sight of your face, and see you come right in front of me."

Well, there was no way he was going to avoid making a mess on Burdock now...but this was such blatant permission that Lyos wasn't sure what to make of it. Was he already planning on getting more out of Lyos? Whatever the case was, he had his marching orders...slowly, he turned around on Burdock's shaft, wincing as he felt the huge thing turn in his gut and stimulate him further. As he got into position, a jet of pre come from him and splattered onto Burdock, making a nice mess over that oiled body. The Charmeleon flinched a bit, but there was no clear objection from Burdock, so at least he wasn't in trouble.

Once again he started to ride Burdock, trying to keep his breathing steady and not bothering to stopper up the slight mewls of pleasure he was letting out. It was just too much to focus on that and keeping his pace up, especially because his legs needed to work even harder now with slightly less leverage for his arms to aid him. He could feel precum pumping inside him, making the ride slicker but also leaking out around him here and there to make Burdock's groin saturated with his fluids. Compounded with his own shots over the Machoke's chest, his handiwork was being marred to a degree that it never had been before, and certainly beyond the point where it would have usually been accepted.

And oddly, Burdock seemed to be encouraging it. "That's it, let that all out...feels good, doesn't it? Heh, you've got a lot of tension wrapped up in you, too, it's a shame you can't massage yourself. Least I can provide a good rubbing in some of those nice sensitive spots..."

Lyos wasn't sure he would have considered Burdock as providing much of anything, given that he was still doing the work, but this was certainly not the time to say that. So all he let out of his mouth were the continued moans and soft cries as he tried to work himself to orgasm, and Burdock as well. Unfortunately it didn't seem like his legs were going to be cooperating, they were starting to cramp up after several minutes and it was clear his pace was slowing down. He was close, he could feel it, and Burdock was starting to throb again, his charge was hopefully almost there as well, but the ache in his thighs and calves was starting to get to be too much for him...

That was when he felt two thick hands take hold of his hips, and suddenly he was SLAMMED down, and then again, and then again...and that was all it took for both of them, Lyos let out a weary cry that was overshadowed by Burdock's as the two came, almost in tandem. The Charmeleon's hot seed splattered all over the Machoke's chest, leaving steaming lines of white all over him, while his body was rapidly filled with a robust load of Fighting-type spunk that punched into him and filled up his available space quite rapidly, allowing some to leak out around that cock and dribble onto Burdock's groin. And Lyos had to admit, it WAS relieving to release that pressure in his loins, though he wasn't sure what to think of this recent trend of WANTING to see him cum from submitting to larger Pokémon...

He was lifted off of Burdock's dick, and set down next to the Machoke. "Looks like you need a bit of work on that...but that was a commendable effort," Burdock said with a snicker.

"Th-thank you..."

"One more thing for you. That got me rather messy, so I'd like a bit of cleaning...with your delightful tongue only."

While he hadn't seen that coming, Lyos didn't have it in him to be surprised, or reluctant. Dutifully, he crawled back up to Burdock's body and started to lick and slurp all oven where their seed had gotten. From the Machoke's chest, he cleaned up streaks of his own seed mixed with the flavor of the oil that they had landed in...there was no way to avoid the oil, but at least he was leaving those powerful pecs squeaky clean. And then he had to go to Burdock's groin and slurp up the Machoke's seed from his cock and around his slit and groin, even having to get into the slit a bit to lap up some of what had dribbled out...there was no mix of flavor there, just the raw Machoke flavor, strong as ever. It took a while, but he'd cleared every drip of cum from Burdock's body...even his tongue was a bit tired now, but at least he'd hopefully done a good job.

"Mmm...that feels so good. Heh, if I thought you could handle it I'd ask for a tongue bath instead of the oil. Sadly, I suspect that runs out of steam a lot faster." Burdock patted him on the back. "You really are my favorite worker here, I'm gonna be disappointed when you get done with your penance. But really, I think you'd be a hit if you decided to give those massage services...heh, especially the 'full service ones.' But even just the rubdowns would be a hit."

"...Thank you, sir, I'll keep that in mind." Maybe not voluntarily, but it was going to stick with him. "Was there...anything else you needed?"

"Not today. That was well worth going unoiled for the afternoon. You can bet I'll be wanting a repeat performance before too long, though...it's hard to stay away from such a nice experience. Thanks a bunch!"

"You're welcome, sir." Lyos tiredly rose up and started to stumble away, only barely remembering to grab the bottle of oil. His legs were wobbly, but got a little more stable after a bit of walking got them back into a familiar motion. He felt a bit better physically as he got back to the employee shack, though mentally he was still out of sorts. Burdock had made him sound like such a gentle and natural bitch...and the more Lyos thought about it, the more he realized that there wasn't any hint of pushiness in the way he'd said it. He'd just sounded so GENUINE about it, not like he was trying to goad Lyos at all...and it was hard for him to know if that made it easier or harder to take. He'd had to push his pride aside to handle working here, and he could take others treating him like a bitch...having someone think he was good at it, and being complimentary of it? He didn't know if he liked the implication...

Showering off and logging himself a break, he laid down on his cot, letting his legs and rear relax a bit. He would have to get back out there soon enough, but he wouldn't provide very good service if his legs were about to give out under him. Just as he started to feel a bit more restful, though, Doma popped his head in, grinning like an idiot. "Hey, you couldn't hold out just a little bit longer? They're barely making anything off of their winnings!"

Lyos's response was a nonverbal gesture of considerable crudeness that had absolutely no effect on the Sandslash. At least he could get back to his usual flavor of annoyance, maybe that would put the uncertainty out of his head for a while...