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Today was a bad day for Dillan. The blazing heat of summer was getting to the Espeon. And to make matters worse, the air conditioning in the boys dorms had broken down.

Most of the male pokemon studying at Verinay University had left to go into town or hangout at the local pool. But Dillan hated being outdoors enough already. Staying in his dorm and playing video games sounded like a far better plan anyway. That is, of course, until his door flew open and the noise of rowdy young adult banter flooded in.

"Hey there espy! What are you doing here when it's so hot out today!? Come with us, we're goin skinny dipping in the lake!"

A kommo-o had slammed open the door and was standing in the doorway with a huge smile on his face. He was built. VERY well built in fact. His chiseled abs drew lustful stares from anybody interested and his thick arms and legs only accented his massive body.

The dragon-type was shirtless and dripping sweat while his strained shorts did little to hide his filled jockstrap pouch. Dillan inferred that he had become so sweaty through vigorous physical activity. The heat would not affect the athletic pokemon as much due to his dragon typing. The sports teams must have gone out for another one of their early morning runs.

Dillan sighed at the kommo-o's good natured offer. Grant was on multiple sports teams at Verinay University, and he was the star member for all of them. The giant of a dragon was a jock through and through.

A few of Grant's teammates were behind him and they laughed at the kommo-o's question. "You really think mister perfect student here will join us? Bro, he's probably finishing Ms. Sola's summer assignment!" The other jocks burst out into laughter. It was only the first week of their three month long summer break after all, Dillan had no reason to be doing the project.

...But the athletes were entirely correct. Dillan had been working on his project and was in fact almost done before the first week's end. Which is why he turned away from the door with an angry huff, causing the jocks to laugh even harder. Grant laughed with them. But his was a more good natured laugh. The big dragon was too kind for his own good sometimes. However, Dillon appreciated that aspect of him.

Grant turned to his friends and waved them off. "You guys go get everybody else and tell them we're leaving. I'll work on convincing espy here." The other athletes laughed and patted their star player's back as they walked off. The sound of hormone filled males slowly faded down the hallway as they left.

The kommo-o walked into the room and closed the door. It was a good thing these doors were designed for all kinds of pokemon, otherwise he wouldn't have fit. Even then the hulking dragon had to duck under the doorframe to get in. He turned to Dillon and was going to speak, but the psychic pokemon surprised him by moving quicker than he could keep up with. In an instant, the kommo-o had squeezed his back against the door, while the smaller pokemon slammed his arms around his sides.

To any other viewer, this image was ridiculous. Dillon may have been a bit tall for an espeon. But he still only reached under Grant's pecs. Despite this fact, the kommo-o had a very nervous smile on his face as the psychic-type pinned him to the door. He was giving a narrow glare as well, raising the tension in the room.

Dillon spoke first. His tone was low yet loud, letting Grant hear every word he spoke clearly. "There a reason you brought your jock boys to my room? You know I'm not fond of them." The kommo-o gave a quiet and nervous chuckle. Even though he was huge, he scrunched his body as close together as he could. He felt very small under the espeon's intense stare.

After a few moments of waiting it became apparent to Grant that the espeon in front of him wanted an answer. He gulped slightly, and opened his mouth to speak. "W-well we were just going around and letting everybody know we'd be out at the lake. So, I-I thought there wouldn't be any h-harm in- ''

He was cut off when the espeon moved a hand to tug on the waistband of his shorts. The dragon-type knew what that action meant and a blush covered his face. As Dillon stepped back, Grant fell to his knees and looked the psychic-type in his eyes.

This was a regular occurrence between the geeky espeon and the jock kommo-o. It was a well guarded secret of theirs, this secret relationship they both treasured so dearly. Nobody else in the world knew of what they did behind closed doors. But that was fine with them.

Dillon moved his hand and gently rubbed the underside of Grant's chin, making the dragon growl softly. Between the two of them, when they were alone, the dragon type wasn't a big shot superstar of the university. He wasn't the strong kommo-o most saw him as. He was the espeon's lesser, his underling, his pet.

Grant enjoyed the pleasant sensation of the hand scratching his chin gently. It was so stressful being the great star of the entire university. His friends looked up to him, the adults wanted him to succeed, and he needed the scholarships to continue going to Verinay. It was so much at times that he wouldn't be able to handle the stress without Dillon. The espeon didn't care about his status or his strength. He let Grant relax around him, allowing him to indulge in his deeper desires. And the kommo-o would forever be thankful for that.

Behind all the closed doors and the guarded walls was a simple contract between the two. Dillon the espeon was Grant's owner. And Grant the kommo-o was Dillon's loyal pet. A relationship so coveted by the rest of the world. And yet they loved every moment of it.

When Dillon moved his hand away from Grant's neck the dragon pokemon waited patiently on his knees for his master's orders. The espeon's eyes glowed and in an instant Grant's legs began quivering. Quiet moans came from the kommo-o's mouth as pleasure spread along his spine and his master smiled. "I see you've kept the plug in just like I asked. Good boy."

Indeed Grant had. He was currently shaking with pleasure as Dillon used his psychic power, vibrating the butt plug currently inside the dragon-type's ass. It was hard for the large jock to keep himself steady as the sensations attacked him from the inside. He held on though, waiting for his psychic type master to give him orders. The Espeon smiled at the kommo-o's dedication to be a good pet and decided to reward him.

Sounds of ruffling clothing caught Grant's attention and a blush covered his face as he looked at his owner. Dillon had removed his shirt and was now lightly tugging down on his pants, making them drop to the ground so the dragon could see his own jockstrap. The pouch of the undergarment was filled with the espeon's hardening cock. He placed his hand on the back of his pet's head, getting a confused look from the dragon-type, before shoving it into his crotch with a grin.

The smell of a musky and sweaty male invaded Grant's senses as he was forced to sniff and lick Dillon's jock pouch. The espeon had an average sized cock for his species, but the smell was on an entirely different level. The kommo-o could barely think as the scent of his master filled his head and made him lustful.

Sniffing the espeon's pouch was intoxicating. But the dragon-type, driven by his need, soon opened his mouth to lick as well. Saliva dripped from his maw as his long tongue glided over the fabric. A light purr vibrated through Dillon's throat at the treatment and Grant took this as initiative to keep going. But the espeon had different plans.

Dillon gave a gentle push to Grant's head to let him know it was time to stop. A whine of disappointment left the jock as he pulled him back slightly. Even though he had been there for only a few moments, he was panting with lust from the scent filling his head. He loved the espeon's smell, perhaps a bit too much even, and relished the opportunity to sniff it.

Sweat rolled down the kommo-o's athletic body and his espeon master gave a slight purr at the sight of him. It always gave Dillon a thrill to see the big and proud dragon-type on his knees, a whimpering mess. But he wanted to see the kommo-o put his mouth to good use. So with a single tug of his psychic power, the espeon lowered his jockstrap to the ground. This drew an immediate whine from his dragon pet which caused him to chuckle.

Panting filled the room as Dillon placed his hardening cock onto Grant's snout. He slapped his cock onto the pokemon's forehead while pushing his nose against the space between his cock and balls. Small spurts of precum latched onto the kommo-o's head with every slap as the espeon's scent hit him full force. Grant was barely thinking anymore as the smell of his master's musk invaded his senses. His eyes became unfocused and dazed with every deep whiff and huff. The jock was completely entranced.

"You're this dazed already? I haven't even used my powers on your mind and you're already under my total control. What a slut." Yes, the kommo-o knew in his head that he was a slut. He was a complete whore for his espeon master, his psychic-type owner. The vibrating plug in his ass served as a reminder of this while sending a steady stream of pleasure coursing through his body. Bliss creeped along his nerves at a rapid pace and soon there was a large wet spot on the jock's shorts as precum seeped out of his jockstrap.

"You want it in your mouth? You want to suck my cock? Come on boy, show some enthusiasm" Dillon's question received frantic nods as a response. Of course his pet wanted his cock. He craved it more than anything else. The espeon smirked and pulled his hips back a bit, lining his cock up with Grant's mouth. The kommo-o opened his mouth wide, letting his tongue flop out and drip saliva onto his shorts and the ground. He also leaned down a bit more, placing his hands on the ground and arching his back. Dillon smiled a bit at the sight of his pet being so subservient.

Hunching his stance slightly, the dominant espeon tapped the tip of his cock against Grant's tongue. The well trained pet knew better than to act without orders and remained still as his master pleasured himself using his tongue. Being used like this, as little more than a tool for the espeon's own needs, it brought a joy to the kommo-o he couldn't find anywhere else.

Eventually Dillon decided slapping his dick on his pet's tongue wasn't enough and he leaned his body forward. That was all the warning Grant got before the phallus was thrusted forward into his mouth. Movement halted as the espeon let out a low moan. The cock hungry slut underneath him closed his mouth and started sucking on the dick in his maw. It felt good to the dominant eeveelution, far too good to just stand there and let it happen.

The espeon slowly pulled his cock out of the kommo-o's mouth. The soft sensation of the dragon-type's tongue gliding along his length made him let out another moan. Grant himself was also greatly enjoying the oral treatment. He made slow strokes with his tongue along his master's cock to draw out the experience for both of them. But Dillon decided he wanted to up the pace.

Grant let out a muffled noise of shock as the cock slowly leaving his mouth pushed all the way back in with a single thrust. A chuckle came from Dillon who didn't give the kommo-o any time to react, choosing instead to pull back out and shove back in again. Frenzied thrusts soon followed as the espeon sought to get his pleasure from their romp.

Slapping noises could be heard in the dorm hall as Dillon thrusted his hips against Grant's mouth. Thankfully everybody else had left by now thanks to the rest of the jocks inviting everyone out, which meant the pair had the whole building to themselves for their session.

Saliva fell from Grant's mouth as his master fucked it with increasing intensity. He didn't gag on the length stuffing his cheeks, his master had taught him better than that. Instead he took the face pounding in stride. His identity had been removed and his existence had been reduced to a cocksleeve. There was no more Grant the kommo-o. Only a pathetic cumdump. The excitement, the intensity, the bliss, it caused shivers to travel down his spine as the wet spot in his pants got bigger. The vibrating plug in his ass was beginning to draw more and more of his attention. But the kommo-o held strong. He was only allowed to cum when his master said so, not a moment sooner.

Feeling his pet's tongue and mouth working his cock was bliss to the espeon fucking his jock slut's mouth. But it clearly wasn't enough. He wanted to fuck the dragon's ass. He needed to teach this slut his place.

The prick in Grant's mouth pulled out and he leaned forward to pant from the rough treatment. His legs were quaking from the strain of holding himself back. Dillon stood at his full height with a condescending smile. "You cum yet? No? Good boy." He lightly pet the kommo-o on the head and his expression softened as Grant let out a low purr at the treatment. That purr turned into a loud yip as the plug in his ass jolted backward with Dillon's psychic power. The dragon-type fell forward onto his elbows and whimpered loudly as the plug moved inside him, harshly pulling out to loosen his hole before moving back in and repeating.

"Take them off." Grant didn't need to be told twice and reached backward to his precum soaked shorts. He pulled the back down by the waistband and almost fell forward as the plug gave a harsh tug, stretching his hole wide and almost pulling itself free. Shuddered breaths accompanied his prior panting. Master wanted to tease him good today.

Another whimper, another whine. The sounds of restrained bliss were music to the espeon's ears as he toyed with his pet. Controlling a butt plug was simple to a pokemon as skilled as him, so he used his powers how he wished and fucked the dragon-type with the object. It was quite fun to watch his jock bitch squirm. But eventually he got bored of that too. What he really wanted was to fuck the kommo-o's ass. And he'd make sure to get what he wanted.

"Dil-, ah! M-Master! Ngh!" Containing his voice became impossible for Grant as the plug in his ass tugged harshly once more. Only this time, it didn't let up. The kommo-o clenched his fists and grit his teeth as the plug forced itself out of his ass. A loud and satisfying pop sounded through the dorm room as the plug was finally pulled free of the scaly pokemon's butt. The plug floated over to the desk as Dillon rewarded his pet with a couple of pats to the head. It was a small gesture, but Grant appreciated it immensely.

Now that the plug was free from Grant's hole, Dillon took the kommo-o's hand and helped him up. The dragon-type stood on shaky legs and exhaled softly as his master pulled down his shorts all the way. As the espeon helped his pet out of his pants, however, he made sure to grope and squeeze that round and muscular rear, drawing yet another moan from the dragon.

With his shorts now on the floor, Grant's pre soaked jockstrap was now fully revealed. Dillon guided his kommo-o over to the bed and had him climb onto it on all fours. The dragon-type's butt was fully exposed to his psychic master who wasted no time grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading them. The pink hole between them was slightly gaped from the previous abuse of the butt plug.

Grant's cock was trapped within the pouch of his jockstrap, though the athlete's massive length strained the fabric to break free. Dillon was once again impressed as he looked at the size of his pet's breeding tool. Too bad it would go unused today.

The bed creaked a bit as Dillon crawled onto it. Grant felt the espeon's furred body climb forward along his back until he could hear slight panting beside his head. His master leaned forward and gave him a genuine smile. "You ready for this?" The dragon-type jock couldn't have agreed faster, nodding his head so quickly it almost knocked into Dillon's.

At such an enthusiastic response, Dillon grabbed his slutty kommo-o's tail and yanked it upward before giving a harsh thrust against the jock pokemon's butt. The brutal shove forced all of his cock into Grant's ass who could do nothing but clench his fists and let out a whimper. Spasms of pleasure shook his anal muscles, milking his psychic-type owner's cock by massaging it with his inner walls.

A pace instantly began to form as the espeon pulled out and shoved back in again. He relished in the sensations his dragon slut's tight hole brought him. Due to the kommo-o's fighting type nature, his body was naturally resilient and powerful. It meant that his ass stayed nice and tight no matter how much punishment Dillon gave it. Yet another assertion of the espeon's ownership over him.

Dillon wasn't the only one enjoying the brutal pounding either. Grant was in a world of his own as his master broke him in once more. This was one of the moments the kommo-o lived for. His personality broken down to a mewling and whimpering cocksleeve, his thoughts altered until all he could think about was how to better serve his master, his existence reduced to that of a tool for another's pleasure. No more Grant the jock. Only a pleasurable sex toy.

"M-Master, please use me how you want. I-I'm your fucktoy, your cumdump, your worthless sex slave! Break me however you want, master!" The words drew a sensual growl from Dillon who responded by giving the kommo-o's ass a good smack. It forced Grant to tighten his hole and let out a loud whimper. Such sounds delighted the espeon further who smacked his jock's ass again and laid his chest down against the dragon-type's back. The athletic pokemon could easily hold up Dillon's weight so he kept one hand on Grant's hip and used the other to grab and grope at one of his tits.

Nothing could prepare Grant for the groping he was receiving and he pressed his head downward onto the sheets to try and muffle the moans that soon followed. Having sensitive nipples meant a spike of bliss would shoot along his chest with every pinch and press. The hammering on his prostate already made it difficult for Grant to focus. But with the stinging smacks to his asscheeks and the constant groping of his chest, there wasn't a thought in his head other than getting fucked and filled.

"Shit... I'm not gonna last. You're gonna take this load." There was no choice or compromise in Dillon's words, no room for fighting back or debating. Grant would lay there a broken mess as his master ravaged his worthless fuck hole and then the espeon would fill his ass with his seed. This fantasy played in his head over and over again with every bash his prostate received. Depraved was the only word that could describe the kommo-o's inner desire to be used in such a way.

Dillon's breath caught as he increased his pace again. His hips worked overtime to smack repeatedly against his jock slut's ass. Throbs of bliss pulsed through his cock as it slid easily in and out of Grant's abused hole. He had been hot before, but his body temperature now was downright infernal. Sweat matted the espeon's fur as he pounded away at his pet's willing ass. His climax was fast approaching with every thrust until...

"Ngh, fuck, I'm cumming! Shoot with me bitch!" A few more thrusts and the dominant espeon hit his climax, filling his kommo-o pet with his potent seed. Instead of stopping and allowing his body rest, however, Dillon used this as an opportunity to fuck Grant even harder than before. His throbbing dick spurted shot after shot of cum into the dragon-type, making his thrusts smoother and quicker.

Feeling his master cum deep into his ass and hearing the espeon's command caused Grant to hit his own climax. The dragon came instantly into the pouch of his jockstrap. Seed leaked out of the fabric as the kommo-o made a mess of his crotch. His body was twitching from the sheer force of his orgasm, making saliva drip from his mouth onto the bed as Dillon continued to fuck him stupid.

It took a while for both of them to calm down. When Dillon's climax came to an end he relaxed his body and laid down on Grant's back. His spent length was still inside the dragon-type's ass, warmed by the blazing summer heat and the jock's own body heat.

Neither of them had the energy to get up or move. They couldn't even go get themselves cleaned up. Dillon nuzzled his head against Grant's as they basked in the afterglow of their breeding. "Hey... are you alright?" Even though they had their established dynamic behind doors, Dillon did genuinely worry and care about his kommo-o friend.

Snoring was the only response to Dillon's question. Grant had gotten so tired after their rut that he fell asleep to the soft feeling of the bed sheets underneath. The espeon just let out a soft chuckle and rested on the jock's back. Getting some rest after such a heated fuck sounded like a wonderful idea to him. Especially in this blazing heat.

But as Dillon closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep under the summer warmth, he didn't hear the noise of his dorm door creaking shut. The culprit in question walked away from the room with a blush on their face and a hard cock in their pants. It seemed that somebody else now knew of the pair's secret relationship...