Manfred's Manly Manor 4

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This story came from the thought of pokemon, strangely. Let's change it up and make it a battle of sexy, lustful endurance. Sending out the men you have that exude the most dominant auras, causing the other person to crumble into submissive bliss while you teach whoever walks up to you their position. Personally, I would give out like jello to any dominant advance, so I would always lose.... and I like that wink wink.

All characters are fiction and do not represent any actual persons. All characters are of legal age.


It's a nice spring day as the chubby young fox knocks on the door to a large mansion. He makes sure his blue and white fur is well kept while he unzips his biker jacket slightly to show a little more chest and that he's not wearing anything underneath. He wears booty shorts of the jean variety that accentuates his ass more than anything, He's fairly short, standing at about 5 foot 8 inches, so his legs look short compared to his larger torso. He found this guy online that wanted to bang, the only guy left in the small town that hasn't already slid into his dm's. The guy's name is just listed as "Man" and is clearly a daddy. Trent, the fox, got the message only a couple days ago to come to this place way out here. It's just another booty call, no big deal to the fox.

The door swings open as the fox lets himself in, following the instructions that he received. Now he needs to find the second door on the left. Walking through, he enjoys the various paintings and statues of larger men in various sexual instances, "Got a real pervert here," Trent mutters under his breath. It's not that Trent doesn't enjoy gay sex, but it's more to just pass the time. It's a small town with nothing to do and he doesn't feel appreciated unless he's dicking down some guy in a random place. It's amazing how many bottoms are in a little town like that. Reaching the door at last he pushes it open without hesitation and walks right in. The door closes behind him, which he looks back for a second before shrugging and looking back in front of him at the room. It's pretty barren. A little bit of lighting that shows only a floor with white markings on it, similar to a tennis or basketball court. The rest of the room is too dark to see exactly how large it is.

Fanfare is then played along with recorded cheering as a voice booms over some speakers, "Welcome to my manor young man!" Trent looks around for the speakers, but it's still way too dark in here. "I am so glad you came to play one of my little games. Are you ready to hear the rules?'

"Oh, so we have a roleplayer this time?" Trent thinks to himself and licks his chops. Out loud he responds, "Whatever floats your boat pops!"

The voice chuckles over the speakers before saying, 'Very good! Rule number one: Each player will choose three statues! Those statues become his battlers. There will be two rounds played, the first round being singles and the second round being doubles. The players will send out their battlers against one another in an attempt to make the other climax first. In the first round, one battler is sent out at a time and in the second round, if reached, there will be two. A third round may be necessary and will consist of all three battlers. Each battler will have a time limit of 3 minutes to make them cum!" A light pops on in the far end of the room that lights up a large number of statues of chubby, naked men all lined up. Trent moves forward to start inspecting them, not really considering what all this means.

"Rule number two: There will be no harm or injuries caused during the game to anyone!"

"Rule number three: Have fun! Now let the game... begin!"

Not wasting much time and barely listening to the rules, Trent quickly chooses three statues. He's already bored and just wants to get this started. When he goes back to the center of the room, there is another man on the other end waiting with 3 more men behind him. The man that is his opponent is a large reptile with a muscular physique. He still has a large, round belly, but you can tell there's muscle in it. Every part of him is well defined and looks hard as a rock, and his face looks like a croc's. His cock is flaccid, dangling down at 5 inches long, covered by foreskin, but looks as thick as a beer can already.

"Let's start with introductions!" the voice projects through the speakers again. "Will everyone speak their names?" Trent hadn't noticed, but men that look exactly like the statues he chose have already gotten behind him.

"Name's Marky!" The reptile yells, followed by the brown bear saying, "Carl!" Third is a wolf that says, "Jeff", and the fourth voice on the other side belonging to a jackal says, "Jake". Each of them are barely outside the light and hard to make out their physique.

"I'm Trent!" the fox says, not wanting to be rude and also just trying to get things started quicker. This is so tedious! He can feel eyes on him, sizing him up. His battlers each say their names quickly afterwards.

"Now, choose your first battler!" The voice booms through the room again. Trent turns around and points at one at random. He's a cute, chubby jaguar. Should be entertaining. When Trent turns to face his opponent, he's met with the brown bear, Carl, already standing next to him. The stout fox looks up at the man, but he's so tall he can actually barely see the guy's face past his robust belly and plump chest! He hears a splat sound on the floor and looking down sees a large glob of cum spread out between his feet and the bears'. His eyes going back up, they land on the thick meat of the bear, fully erect at 7 inches, the head barely poking out of the foreskin and a large pearl of pre on the tip. That's when the smell hits him. The musky, salty, and earthy scent of the man before him. It hits so hard that he gets dizzy immediately, like a heavy fog rolling through his brain. He feels something on the back of his head pushing him forward, his face inching closer to the monster in front of him. He knows he's still standing, and yet he is eye level with Carl's cock, and as his face is pushed closer the smell gets stronger and he finds himself drooling. His mouth opens almost involuntarily and his tongue meets the tip of the beasts' head. The salty and slightly sweet taste of the cum hits hard and makes him shudder. He's never put his mouth on a dick before, nor has he tasted the other man's cum. He finds himself wanting more, opening his mouth wider willingly and letting the maleness in. It's hard to fit in his mouth as he stretches it as far as he can. Mostly just the head peeking out of the foreskin is able to get inside and Trent has to settle for using his tongue as best he can to please the bear.

"Wait... I'm trying to 'please' him?" Trent is usually the one being pleasured. He takes control of the other person. Why does he suddenly feel like he needs to service this stranger? The fur on Trent's head is being slowly rubbed through by the large paw of Carl, as he gets his tongue inside the foreskin of the monster. Everything is just so arousing. The smell, the taste, and the sheer size of the man in front of him. While using his tongue on the head, his hands start exploring more of the bear, sliding up to the large round belly, feeling the weight of it as well as how soft and bouncy it is. The hands slide back down, one attempting to wrap around the shaft of the thick cock while the other massages one of the large globes hanging below. He finds himself feeling warmer, and warmer with lust so he removes his jacket, revealing his own round tummy and perky tits. He nearly starts getting back to work on the tasty meal in front of him when there's an air horn that goes off. The bear backs away with a grin on his face, leaving the fox in a stupor. "It's been three minutes already?" Trent thinks to himself, panting slightly. He was just getting into it... but wait, he's supposed to resist this. If he cums, he loses! As soon as he remembers this, his own battler walks past him clearly worn out. Looking across the room his opponent stands with a grin on his face, sporting only a chub. Clearly the guy had the upper hand in that scenario. Trent looks back at his team and begins to get worried. "I hope the next guys are better..." He points at his next battler, a chubby frog. That tongue should be able to get somewhere.

Remember he should be trying to get control of the situation to keep himself from cumming, Trent turns back to his opponent and once again finds a large body already in front of him. This time it's the jackal, Jake, and his face holds no grin, but his fiery red eyes show he's ready to have some fun looking down at the fox. Unable to get a word in, Trent finds his nipples being pinched and twisted right away and he cries out in what he thought would be pain, but quickly turns into a moan. His tits are assailed for an unknown amount of time, it feels like ages but the air horn never blows for the 3 minutes. One particular twist leaves him gasping for air and Jake takes the moment to thrust his tongue inside. It's large, warm, and slippery as it owns his mouth hole. Unable to fight back, Trent finds himself sucking on the tongue, letting it in further. Even after the pressure on his nipples are finally gone, the tongue remains and Trent finds himself loving it, not realizing that his shorts are being slowly slipped off. As they fall to his ankles, it reveals his very erect dick curving slightly to the side at 4.5 inches long. It looks very cute with his stout frame, but the jackal is looking for a different prize, his hands sliding to the rear and groping the fox's ass. There's a feeling that wells up inside of Trent, telling him that he needs to let this man do what he wants. And that's what Trent does, as he sucks on the tongue and gives himself over to the touching, groping, and teasing of the larger man. Just as before, Trent is getting into it as the air horn blows. He almost collapses to the ground, his legs feeling weak and shaky from pleasure. He looks sadly as Jake walks away. His own battler walks past him giving a small thumbs up as he does. Looking at his opponent, his dick is clearly erect finally and leaking some pre. Just a little more pushing, and Trent can win this! The last battlers already moving to their position, Trent's hope leaves his mind quickly.

Jeff the wolf is nearly in position, and already has the look of a true predator. His cock is leaking in excitement, the red rocket is 8 inches long and only a little less thick than the bears. His light blue and gray coloration on his back leading to his nearly white stomach that extends out like a globe is intimidating to the little fox, especially as the wolf stands over 6 ft tall. A foreign feeling wells up inside of Trent, something he has never experienced or thought of before. He needs to serve this man. He needs to let this man use him for whatever he wants. The wolf grins, knowing what's happening to the little fox and uses a finger to wipe some of his pre dripping from the tip of his cock, offering it to his prey. Trent, unable to resist, pulls the finger into his mouth savoring the flavor of the seed.

Once the finger is sufficiently wet, it moves to Trent's rear as Jeff says, "Moan for me boy," and slips his finger inside Trent' ass. He's never been fingered or penetrated before and the feeling is electrifying. He moans for his master. Whether it was because he was instructed to or if it was a voluntary reaction, Trent isn't sure. With a finger in his ass, another sensation occurs with one of his nipples being twisted again. He gasps and moans, and Trent barely remembers he needs to stay strong and not cum. He's so hard, and everything feels so good, but he needs to remember where he is. He can't help but feel like submitting to these men though. All of them are so big, so sexy, and so confident. Another finger slides in unannounced, followed by a third shortly after. Trent has prepared one of his own morsels like this before, but now that he is on the receiving end he knows what it feels like. It feels correct to give your body to someone. The air horn sounds again, breaking his lustful haze. He looks up at the wolf with a pleading face, not wanting the fun to stop.

"I am changing the rules slightly!" The deep voice booms over the speaker. "We are going to skip straight to round three! All three battlers will be in place at once! Begin!" For just a moment, Trent realizes the danger of losing here. He's been overwhelmed this entire time, letting things go at the whims of the opponent. He needs to turn this around... His thoughts are brought to a halt as the wolf pushes him down to his knees and then his hands. The wolf is behind him and rutting his cock against his exposed hole. Trent is unable to deny that he wants this. And the feeling becomes stronger as the other two, Jake and Carl, arrive. His masters.

"He already looks broken!" Carl says with a grin, sitting down and presenting his engorged cock to the hungry slut in front of him. Trent quickly attempts to swallow the monster again, still only getting the tip in his mouth and running his tongue under the foreskin.

"He's too cute to be dominant," says Jake. "Don't you feel like this suits you more, slave?" The jackal starts smacking his dick on the fox face, pre splattering all over. Looking up at his masters, nothing matters but serving them anymore to Trent. He's just a plaything, their cocksleeve. This point is driven home as finally the wolf pushes his fuck pole inside Trent's ass, and as he gets pushed forward from the penetration a little more bear cock slides in his mouth. He gags slightly on the sudden intrusion, but notices while his jaw hurts a little, it feels and tastes so good. With each thrust from the wolf he moans and a little bit more cock enters his mouth.

"Looks like he's a fast learner though," Carl says. "Keep it up boy and you might get halfway on my cock!" The jackal gets on his back and slides under Trent, his dick now positioned under his face. Jake then starts tugging on the sluts dick, almost in a milking fashion. Trent finds a moment between pounds in his ass to switch to the jackal dick, able to take more of his length in than the bears', but still with some difficulty. This isn't even a game anymore. Trent is giving himself to his masters completely, nothing else matters but complete submission. The next sensation he feels is something slippery joining the pounding and burning pleasure at his ass, as Jake is licking at his hole as he's being fucked! Trent feels a pressure building, one he knows very well. He wants this. He needs this. This is where he belongs. His load shoots down onto Jake's chest, his cries and moans muffled around the bear cock, eyes rolling into the back of his head seeing his submission as he looks up at the bear grinning down at him. Even as he shoots his load, the action continues around him, bear cock stuffed into his throat, dick being pulled and milked, ass being pounded and licked. Trent is practically drinking bear cum at this point, but none of these men are ready.

Between grunts the wolf growls, "You're gonna have to work harder if you want our seed, boy." Trent, understanding his new position in the world, gets to work. He fervently switches between cocks with his mouth more, really working his tongue as best he can, letting them deep into his throat. He moves his body in rhythm with the wolf as he gets railed fast and hard. He feels something threatening to enter his ass further, and wants it. He relaxes, lifting his ass as best he can for more access... and with a pop, he's knotted. Any thoughts that Trent could have anymore are completely gone. He only has one purpose - to serve and pleasure.

Trent never hears the final fanfare, or the voice that talks about the final secret rule declaring his victory. He's even asked if he would like to leave now. But everyone can see he's too busy trying to get these men to fill him with their seed.