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The Dusk Ball. Although its name left certain things to the imagination, the squirtle standing outside knew exactly what he was getting into. . . Well, at least he hoped he did. Despite how much he liked watching other pokemon get naked, he had always been shy about even taking his shirt off in public. It had taken all of his willpower to make a reservation at this brothel, and even more to actually show up. All that was left was to go inside and check in. . . Can't back out now, Ario told himself, glued to the spot.

From what all the websites and forums said, this place catered to exactly the kind of kinky activity he had been looking for, but he had his doubts still. Supposedly things could get a little extreme, and while that was good for his libido, he wasn't sure it was good for his actual self. At least they allow safety words. . . Luckily he managed to get through the door without bolting, and instantly Ario knew he made the right decision. The interior was fairly dim, and it was apparent they relied more on candles than sunlight.

To complement the dreary lighting, the dark walls sustained racks of spare or otherwise not-in-use bondage equipment, which helped assured Ario he was getting what he bargained for. Letting his eyes wander, the squirtle glimpsed an odd couple walking farther down the room. After squinting, he could make out a naked charmander and mudkip. A leather harness was fastened around the latter's body, and his slow way of walking somehow gave off every impression of being embarrassed, even from his distance.

As they disappeared downstairs, Ario's groin stirred from what he'd just seen. Wonder what they're gonna do down there. . . Resiting the urge to lick his lips, he let his mind drop into the gutter for a bit before noticing the charmeleon receptionist just a few dozen feet away. He was the only other pokemon in the room now, and judging from the bored expression on his face and the workout magazine between his claws, he had been doing this job for a very long time.

As if able to sense anybody entering the brothel's walls, he waved the increasingly eager squirtle over without so much as a glance. It took a while for Ario to notice the smaller details about him, like his black wristbands and lack of shirt, or his purple eyes and pierced brow. The desk covered everything below his stomach, but Ario could practically see the jeans on him.

"Ario Darus?" He asked blankly, flipping a page of his magazine. He hardly waited for the squirtle to nod even once before sliding over a clipboard and offering a pen. "Sign in. Your escort will collect you shortly after." The thought of being 'collected' somehow made Ario nervous, but his arm almost automatically reached for the pen and began signing anyway.

His signature came out a little sloppy due to the anxiety, but the charmeleon didn't seem to notice when putting the clipboard back in place. Instead, he picked up some sort of communicator and spoke into it like it was the last thing he wanted to do. "Your next guy is here: Code 17A. Yeah." After setting the device down, he finally took a look at Ario and seemed amused to find someone actually standing there.

"I'm supposed to give you a rundown of all our major policies and rules," He explained, rolling his eyes. "But it's long and a pain in the ass, so here's the shorthand version: You're property of the Dusk Ball now, meaning you've relinquished all rights and privileges for as long as you paid to stay. You're to be included in any events and activities the Dusk Ball has planned, such as public displays, orgies, outdoor sex acts and other things. If you safe-word out, the current act cannot legally be continued, but it does entitle us to give you a safe and controlled punishment. Understand?"

Ario simply nodded again, unable to think of a proper reply to all that. Instead, his thoughts wandered to just how often he would be shown off in public, which, in turn, made him somewhat hard. . . As did most of what was said to him. The charmeleon smiled and went back to his magazine, looking a bit more lively now. Perhaps he saw the tent in Ario's pants, but Ario strangely found himself not caring.

The next couple moments passed slowly, with most of the wait spent avoiding the charmeleon's occasional looks. Ario was relieved when his escort finally came, even though he knew it had only been two minutes. "About time," the charmeleon muttered to his pages, again not bothering to look up. The newly arrived sandshrew seemed to not hear him, and instead continued walking until he was face-to-face with his target.

"Remove your clothes, please," He said in a gentle voice, tapping his foot impatiently. The sandshrew was wearing nothing but a tight thong, which did nothing to conceal the sizable bulge between his legs. The sight derailed whatever bashful reaction Ario's brain had in store, and all that escaped his lips was a flat "What?"

Rather than offering an explanation, the sandshrew closed the distance between them and began tugging the confused squirtle's shirt up, apparently making up for lost time. After it became clear he wouldn't stop, Ario hesitantly raised his arms and allowed his shirt to be removed. He heard it drop onto the floor behind him, completely forgotten not a moment later. The round belly of his shell obstructed the view of his pants being undone immediately afterward, but he could definitely feel them loosening and eventually dropping to his feet, along with his underwear.

"What do you think?" The sandshrew asked as he forced Ario's shoes and socks off, pants still a puddle around his ankles. At first he thought the question was directed at him, but he realized he was mistaken after another was asked. "A size ten?" The sandshrew's tone was contemplative as he waited for Ario to raise each foot so his jeans and undergarments could be slipped off . The charmeleon simply nodded, and Ario wondered if they'd be dressing him in new clothes.

Down to just his shell, Ario assumed his "collector" was finished and would take him to wherever he needed to go now. Mostly because he wasn't comfortable being half naked in front of two other pokemon, but also because his now bare limbs were beginning to chill. However, rather than leading him somewhere, the sandshrew stuck his blunt, stubby claws into the armholes of Ario's shell.

Feeling embarrassed before it even happened, Ario watched the front of his covering pop off, while the back simply fell to the floor with a clatter. His body immediately reacted to the extra space; his belly and bottom expanding outward by an inch or two while his thighs relaxed. Even with a larger than average casing, his roundest parts had always demanded more room: Something he could give them only when showering and sleeping. At least until now.

While the charmeleon was busy rummaging for something underneath his desk, the sandshrew's attention alone was almost enough to give him a shame-fueled erection. Especially when he noticed said sandshrew was staring intently at his freshly exposed groin while the bulge in his thong shifted restlessly.

Though it only took about twelve seconds for the charmeleon to find what he was looking for, it seemed more like two full minutes. Black leather cuffs were slapped onto the desk's surface, each one embedded with a small loop used for holding chains. He briefly wondered if those were the size tens mentioned earlier, before the sandshrew began fastening them around his bare ankles and wrists. A larger one with a padlock was wrapped around his stubby neck, completing the ensemble. "This way," the sandshrew instructed patiently, smacking Ario's behind with unnecessary strength.

"Ow," The squirtle muttered instinctively, more abashed than hurt. The slight stinging sensation from behind and the gentle stirring between his legs almost made him ask for another, but with some effort he resisted the temptation and began moving. Before the squirtle knew it, he was being led down the room, leaving the smiling receptionist at his desk.

During the walk, Ario's naughty bits felt like the most obvious thing in the world. An employee walking their customer would pass by only one or twice every half minute or so, yet it was as if their eyes were everywhere. Behind him, in front of him, above and beneath him. His own hyper-awareness of himself may have been the worst part of it. He could feel his smooth, bare belly breathing in and out, the slightest movements and swings of his half-hard shaft, his plush bottom jiggling and creasing with each step.

The sandshrew hardly spared a glance at Ario, and continued doing so even after they finally reached their destination. "Wait in here," He said softly, unlocking the dark wooden door with some difficulty. After a moment, it clicked and was slowly pushed open, appearing quite thick and heavy. Ario was lightly shoved inside the dim room, and he had just enough time to turn and see the sandshrew's impressively grown bulge before the door slammed shut.

It took a few seconds for Ario to disregard the sight and face his new room. It was brighter and warmer than the main hall, but not by much. A lone chair was placed near the corner, and there was a bed made for one which looked somewhere between heavenly and very comfortable. A fancy mini-fridge that looked like it was just built was pressed against the wall, as were two short desks, both completely spotless. Ario slid a finger across the surface just to see what it'd feel like, and predictably, it was smooth and chilly. Just like everything else in this room, probably.

Ario noticed a crib and lowered changing table next to the bed, their color making them blend with the walls somewhat. He briefly wondered what they'd be using it for before the bed tempted him to lie down, a temptation he was all too happy to succumb to. Hopping face-first onto the pillow, Ario sighed as the soft mattress forming around his anatomy made him realize something: I'm naked, and alone. . . Those silent words stirred his groin until his modestly sized member pounded against the sheets, demanding attention. His thoughts were turned to those of pure lust, and he couldn't help but press his erection harder into the mattress.

Repressing a moan, he raised his hips and pressed down again, an indescribable sensation instantly sweeping over his shaft. "Oh, fuck. . ." He whispered to the pillow, putting his chubby rear in the cool air again. Meeting the sheets a third time felt almost too good, and for a moment Ario thought he would finish then and there. He somehow didn't, though, and went on to withstand a fourth time, a fifth time, a sixth time. . .

"Having fun?" Asked a voice, sounding perfectly casual. Ario froze in place, his member being sandwiched much too comfortably for him to think properly. Rather than turn to see who had entered, he opted to listen. A clatter told him something had been set on the table, and footsteps revealed the new arrival was walking to the bed. Ario chanced raising and turning his head, and he was able to make out a bulbasaur. He didn't appear to be wearing anything, but seeing as the squirtle's head was pushed back into the pillow, it was difficult to be certain.

"You were being naughty," He said calmly, the slightest hint of desire in his voice. "Naughty customers are punished." The bulbasaur's foot remained on the back of his head a while, making sure it wouldn't raise back up. A punishment? Ario thought, the statement making him a little nervous. Already? He was disappointed with himself for apparently misbehaving so early during his visit, but then he remembered punishments were almost always a good thing here. He had forgotten in his embarrassed panic, somehow.

Removing his foot, the bulbasaur walked over to the desks and grabbed something, though Ario wasn't about to look at what. The sound of chains soon told him, anyway. "Now then. You know the rules, don't you, Pet?" As the bulbasaur asked the question, Ario felt his left arm being bound to the headboard. "No," He replied, muffled by the pillow. He couldn't help keeping the excitement from his voice; this was almost exactly what he had fantasized about so many times.

"Rule number one, then." His voice was suddenly strict and intimidating, not at all like the casual tone he had been using. "No talking unless you have my permission." The way he said that told Ario voicing his answer had been a mistake, and that he'd probably pay for it later. Or now. His right arm was roughly chained while the bulbasaur continued. "Rule number two: When you are allowed to speak, you'll address me as Master."

Ario nodded to show he understood, but the bulbasaur gave no sign of noticing. Instead, he simply walked back to the table. "Rule number three: Do everything I tell you." Whatever he went back for must have not taken long to find, because only a few seconds passed before he was behind Ario again. The squirtle felt something being fastened around his crotch, and it didn't take long for him to figure out what it was. The chastity cage slowly forced his erection down, the uncomfortable metal pressing against his resisting member almost painfully. "Now then. Raise your ass, Pet."

Happy that his kinks were being indulged, Ario obeyed almost immediately. A wooden paddle was brought down on his unsuspecting rump without any hesitation, forcing the squirtle to hold back a yelp as a burning sensation manifested itself back there. "Fifty for jerking off. Fifty for speaking out of turn." The second smack was more painful than the first, even though a fresh cheek had suffered it. The bulbasaur must have been holding two paddles, because the sudden barrage of spankings alternated sides too quickly for there to be just one.

Ario's ears were filled with the sound wood against flesh, and his soft male-hood was chilled by the coldness keeping it limp. Ten, elven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen. . . The squirtle's rear end was positively stinging by time number sixteen rolled around, the paddles sending small waves of blubber through their large and round targets. "Mmmf. . ." Ario moaned, desperately trying not to swear. He almost wished the bulbasaur would have taped his mouth shut, that way it'd be easier.

"Don't moan again," He heard the bulbasaur command over the sound of the spanking, his voice losing some of its strictness. "In fact, don't make another sound. It's fifty more if you do." Ario almost wanted to disobey right then and there, just to earn himself another fifty or one hundred. The only thing that stopped him was his better judgment, reminding him he'd have to deal with the soreness later.

By thirty-five smacks, his bottom was already pins and needles. It was increasingly obvious his "Master" was using every ounce of strength he had, otherwise Ario's thick cushion would have blocked most of the pain. Biting his lip, the squirtle fought back more moans than he ever thought would feel natural. His tail wanted to lower itself to protect his tanned rump, but he managed to keep it raised without much effort. Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty. . .

"That's a good pet," The bulbasaur said lustfully, apparently enjoying Ario's silence. The sound filling the room had become almost deafening, though. Not because the noises had become any louder, but because of their consistency. His ears were already ringing even though the spanking hadn't stopped yet, which led him to wonder if he'd still be able to hear afterward. "We're almost halfway there," The bulbasaur assured him, though if anything, that put a damper on his spirits. He didn't really want this to end.

A new sensation washed over his rear, replacing the pins and needles with a strange sort of pleasurable feeling. His flaccid member gave a sudden twitch of approval, and every fresh smack against his rump riled up his libido more and more. Ario fought the urge to egg the bulbasaur on, to tell him he wasn't spanking hard enough. Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three, fifty-four. . . He wasn't quite sure why his mind suddenly felt like the dirtiest thing on the planet, but he loved it.

He let his tongue loll out and taste the cold pillowcase as his other end was mercilessly beaten without pause. Ario hadn't known pain could feel so good. . . Perhaps he'd find a way to misbehave every day this week, if this was what it meant. After all, if his butt was already this sore, then he couldn't wait to see how it'd feel after six more sessions. Or seven. Or however many he wanted.

With forty smacks left, the spankings suddenly became even more powerful, if that were possible. His buns began searing horribly, making his lust spin out of control. Biting his lip to stifle a moan, Ario gripped the sheets as tightly as he could with his bound wrists. Seeking any sort of movement to take his mind off the over-saturation of hormones, he let his tail sway back and forth slightly. Though rather than helping, it only made him focus on what was happening back there even more.

Had it not been for the chastity cage, Ario knew he would've cum by now. Or at the very least, been almost painfully hard. But instead, his member was forced to shrink back any time it began to harden, while his mind was free to become all the filthier. His eyes started watering from the addictive pain finally nearing its peak, his senses going into overdrive. Fuck. . . Harder! Ario wanted to scream, too overwhelmed to even savor the last few moments of this bliss. His rump happily endured the remaining twenty spankings, each red and bouncing cheek absorbing the pain as if it were candy to a child. By time the bulbasaur was finished, steam might as well have been rising from the squirtle's abused rear.

It took a moment for Ario to notice his master had stopped, but when he did, it felt as if he could cum then and there. He wasn't sure if the massive relief of his bottom no longer being attacked brought him to the edge of orgasm or if it was something else entirely, but whatever it was, he wished it had been more powerful.

"Listen up, Pet," Ario vaguely heard the bulbasaur announce, his casual tone having fully returned. "I got a new rule for you: You're not allowed to cum today," He carried on as if just having read the squirtle's mind, rummaging through what Ario assumed to be his bag of equipment. He couldn't say he was thrilled by the prospect of keeping his lust inside all day, but then again, he had signed up for it.

"I'll be nice and let you moan during this next part," He whispered into the squirtle's ear, suddenly on top of him. The paddles were all but gone, and Ario could feel the bulbasaur's heated member pressed between his formerly blue cheeks. "But if I hear any words, I won't be able to make you sit down even by force. We clear, Pet?"

Ario nodded perhaps a bit too eagerly, his face covered with a severe blush. He had never been penetrated before, and it was difficult to contain his excitement. He felt his tight ring being smeared with lube, the bulbasaur's stout claw even entering him slightly so his passage would be slick. With a shift of his master's weight and a teasing moment of silence, Ario waited for what could only be seconds away. Yet despite anticipating it, the squirtle still gasped when his hole was spread apart with only moderate discomfort. The cool air soothing his buns became less noticeable once the thick rod pulsing inside him slid back out, only to ram itself in again.

Promising never to take his voice for granted again, he let a long, shaky moan escape his wet lips, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth. He had never dreamed it would feel this good. After another vigorous push inside, the bulbasaur's hips slammed against Ario's rump incautiously, making the already sore cheeks simmer with fresh pain. However, the next thrust into his depths was much gentler, and so was the next after that. The bulbasaur had apparently taken to slowly pumping in and out of Ario's bottom, eliciting several sensual cries from the powerless squirtle.

As his master continued softly rocking his hips, Ario listened to him whisper filthy and degrading things into his ear, every thrust making him want to hear more, and each word making his member fight against its restraints harder. Even after the bulbasaur had finished whispering, Ario could hear him inside his head, seeming just as real as the throbbing shaft inside his tailhole.

After a moment of moving slow, the rod invading his passage sped up its pace by double, working Ario's loosened hole at a lively speed. Time and again he felt his master's tip poke at his innermost depths, pleasure ringing through him as his lubricated tunnel accommodated the chubby visitor as best it could.

Ario's nipples were suddenly pinched between the bulbasaur's chilly claws, and despite already being completely hardened, they somehow felt even more erect in his master's grip. As they were pinched tightly and twisted painfully, the bulbasaur returned to slamming himself into Ario's fat rump, their hefty balls slapping together while the squirtle moaned into his pillowcase, barely managing to keep his ass raised.

Panting heavily, Ario felt his nipples being pulled on well after it started to hurt, the claws wrenching and wringing them with no restraint. There seemed to be a limit to how much it could hurt though, and unfortunately for his libido, that limit didn't feel very high. At most it stung quite a bit, but Ario would have happily handled that with that even without pleasure overwhelming his back door.

As if reading his thoughts again, the bulbasaur ceased his thrusting and undid the chains around Ario's wrists, flipping him over on his back and chaining him up again before he even fully processed what was happening. His bottom fired pain signals directly to his brain after colliding with the mattress, but Ario's attention was elsewhere. For more or less the first time since he was locked inside this room, he was face-to-face with his master.

Under ordinary circumstances, Ario would describe him as handsome, but in this thick haze of arousal, he looked like the sexiest thing alive. The squirtle gladly watched him come in for a kiss, their tongues coming into play after only a few smacks of their lips. Predictably he tasted like semen, or at least something similar. The feeling of him pushing inside Ario's relaxed hole again only increased his desire to continue licking the bulbasaur's deliciously wet tongue, to lap at the underside and suck on the slippery tip, and to feel him do the same to his.

Before Ario had his fill, though, the bulbasaur retracted his tongue and resumed kissing him on the lips, pressing against them as firmly as possible. As his master made out with him, a claw was placed on his chest, gently tracing small circles around the thick flesh. Hot breath blew from the bulbasaur's nostrils and warmed the side of Ario's nose, their lips connecting and disconnecting again and again. Ario sometimes attempted to rise up and meet the bulbasaur halfway, but he was always pushed down and forced to stay in place as his master kissed him, simultaneously being taken from behind by the thick shaft pumping his used hole.

His buns were continuously slammed by the bulbasaur's hips as he drove deep inside, the squirtle's legs spread as far as possible to allow further anal access. He moaned into his master's mouth, letting kiss after kiss be planted on his soaked lips, slobber coating his maw and chin. The bulbasaur sighed in Ario's face after finally pulling away, blanketing him with the obscene smell of his breath. The squirtle savored inhaling what he could, the scent almost instantly being etched into his brain.

The chains binding Ario's wrists rattled with every stab of his master's member, the bed gently quaking from the vigorous thrusts. Ario bit his lip, fighting to keep lustful words from exiting his mouth as his master's thrusts became uncontrolled. By now, copious amounts of pre had already lubricated the squirtle's inner walls, but Ario knew it would be nothing compared to the imminent rush of fluid preparing to stuff his rump full.

"There," Moaned the bulbasaur, rapidly hammering himself inside with carnal desire. "We," Erratically he moved in and out, pushing forward after just barely pulling back, or pulling back too far and having to ram himself in again. "Go!" Immediately after his shout, he slammed himself into the squirtle's depths, gushing hot cum deep into the loosened passage of his pet.

Ario moaned blissfully, shutting his eyes tight and savoring the thickness of his master's cock as it pulsated against his walls and rewarded him with a torrent of thick seed. Blushing and panting, Ario felt his master's load travel deep inside of him, though that particular awareness faded much too soon for his liking.

Still oozing the creamy fluid along Ario's depths, his master took a moment to regain his breath before speaking. "Was that good for you, Pet?" The bulbasaur asked, still throbbing hard inside his little slave. Hardly able to think with his muddled and dirty mind, Ario simply nodded slowly, attempting to focus on his master's seductive eyes.

He grinned in response, his lustful demeanor suggesting his arousal hadn't lessened at all with that climax. "Good," He muttered contently, pulling out so suddenly it elicited a gasp from Ario. Still grinning, he leaned in to steal one more kiss from his pet, biting Ario's lip and licking his tongue in a moment of heated want. A wobbly rope of drool collapsed onto their chins as the kiss was parted, and the bulbasaur moved his head lower to lap at the squirtle's hardened nipples.

Another moan was coaxed from Ario as the bulbasaur nipped softly at one of the pink buttons, his tongue swirling around the surrounding dark spot in warm, wet circles. Only after several drops of saliva were rolling down the side of Ario's chest did his master move to the other nipple and let his tongue roll over it, sometimes biting down just hard enough to make his helpless pet gasp. He used his claw to attend to the other one, pinching and pulling the wet nub until it was sore.

With a warm sigh, the bulbasaur raised his head and smiled, casually turning his back on Ario and positioning himself so his erect member was throbbing directly above the squirtle's lips. "Suck," Ario's master commanded. Without hesitation or thought, the obedient pet obeyed, knowing only that he wanted the tasty-looking pole of meat in front of him.

After wrapping his lips around the tip, Ario wasted no time in getting a taste of his master's cock. It tasted mostly of his own ass, naturally, but there was some tangy sweetness mixed in there as well. He happily raised his head to reach the base of the twitching member, swirling his tongue all along the moist shaft. With his nose not even an inch from his master's balls, he took the chance to inhale the wonderful scent of the bulbasaur's crotch before pulling back.

He wondered how it would feel to have such a full sack rest atop his tongue, to warm one of those large orbs inside his mouth before giving them a kiss and working his way to the naughtiest of orifices. The feel of such a thick cock slipping between his lips spurred on those lewd thoughts, continuously stirring his groin in vain. It wasn't long before the bulbasaur took over, pumping himself into his pet's maw with careless abandon.

Much to Ario's delight, his master's balls would occasionally slap against his face, their smooth texture feeling quite nice. "Bet it makes you jealous," The bulbasaur panted tauntingly, gripping the chastity cage underneath him. "Your dick trapped in a cold case and unable to cum, while I'm using your filthy mouth to get off a second time." He smiled at the squirtle's misfortune, his rump coming dangerously close to hitting the desperate pet's forehead as he thrust in.

"Don't worry though," He said, breathing a bit shakily. "Whether it's in your mouth or up your ass, I'll cum enough for the both of us, Pet." That made Ario blush more heavily than he thought possible, but he loved it. The forced nudity, the humiliation, the denial of even one erection. . . Thinking of it all made him want to climax then and there.

He moaned around the meaty shaft lustfully, pursing his lips to make a tighter squeeze. Instinct took over and his moan seamlessly turned into a soft humming, sending small vibrations through the bulbasaur's member. Ario was no expert, but if must have felt good for his master if he was thrusting this quickly.

The squirtle got his confirmation not a moment later, once the bulbasaur began pumping his hips uncontrollably. Already? Ario thought, taking a moment to realize how sensitive his master must be by now. The bulbasaur slowed down somewhat, apparently not wanting to blow just yet. Still, Ario had the impression his master couldn't hold out much longer.

Increasing the volume of his humming slightly, the squirtle eagerly awaited another flood of sticky goodness. And judging by the bulbasaur's rapid pace, Ario wouldn't have to wait long. With only a few more powerful thrusts, his master lodged himself completely inside, his balls resting on Ario's nose as they released a torrent of seed down his throat.

It tasted better than he ever would have imagined, and despite wanting to keep it in his mouth, he swallowed once it got to be too much. The second torrent offered somewhat less, and the third only oozed the fluid onto his desperate tongue. He kept it there even after his master pulled out, though he couldn't help accidentally swallowing once the bulbasaur stepped off the bed as if nothing had happened.

In a matter of mere moments, the squirtle was flipped back onto his belly and instructed to remain still. It felt nice to get the weight off his rear, but he was distracted from that after hearing his master search for something in that mysterious bag of his.

"Don't bother raising your ass for this," He said plainly, audibly withdrawing something. The sound of his master walking and stepping back on the bed could be heard all throughout the quiet room, and Ario wondered if it was some kind of butt massager the bulbasaur had gotten, since it could apparently be used on somebody lying flat. That would be nice after such a hard spanking, but he sort of liked the stinging and wanted it to linger for as long as possible.

However, that theory was thrown out the window when he felt his abused cheeks being spread apart by his master's claws, revealing the pink hole that was penetrated not a moment ago. A shiver was sent through Ario's spine as the bulbasaur slathered some spit onto the sensitive flesh, doing little good to relax his already relaxed ring. "Here it comes," His master announced , a hint of eagerness in his voice. Keeping those fat cheeks spread, he pushed something past Ario's small circle of muscle and wiggled it inch by inch into his rectum, only stopping once it was completely lodged inside, save for the base.

A butt plug? Ario asked himself silently, grunting from discomfort. This particular one felt very thick, at least three inches wide. He knew he'd wind up enjoying its girth, but right now it was a struggle just to get used to. The bulbasaur struck the circular flare a couple times to ensure it was all the way in, though perhaps he also wanted to stimulate Ario's rump some more.

"I think you'll enjoy this," His master said simply, coming down from the bed and walking to the squirtle's side. There seemed to be something in his master's grip, but he couldn't make out what it was. Ario assumed a button was pressed on the strange device, because the butt plug immediately began vibrating inside him, awakening a familiar pleasure that had subsided only a couple minutes ago.

Distracted by the wonderful sensations filling him, Ario failed to notice his master unchaining him from the headboard, his arms going limp while his tongue made an increasingly large puddle on the pillowcase. "Come on, Pet," His master said sternly, snapping the squirtle out of his daze. "Get over here, unless you want another fifty spankings."

With his legs trembling, Ario lowered himself onto the floor, the cold chains clanking and rattling with every movement. He was gestured over to the changing table almost impatiently, though he had little choice but to continue walking slowly as to prevent the vibrating toy from slipping out. His cheeks burned as his master stared at him, watching him in this nude and humiliated state. Ario had been so caught up in all the foreplay and sex that he had almost forgotten how objectified he'd become.

Once he reached the bulbasaur, a claw was placed between his wide buns, making him moan and blush visibly as the toy returned all the way inside of him. Why does it have to feel so -good-, Ario complained silently, barely resisting the impulse to push his rump back. The bulbasaur chuckled softly at his pet's reaction, apparently satisfied.

"Don't get too eager," He whispered into the squirtle's ear, extending his vines and wrapping them around his pet. "Your ass has gotten enough attention for today." Gently, the bulbasaur lifted Ario onto the changing table as if he were dealing with a baby. The chains on Ario's wrist cuffs were latched onto the side of the table within seconds, also by the work of his master's vines. I guess everything in this room is designed for bondage. . .

"Now," He said softly, retracting his tendrils and pulling open one of the drawers, grabbing some sort of pacifier-shaped ball gag. "Just relax and let Master work." A bit confused, Ario silently opened his mouth for the gag and lifted his head so the bulbasaur could fasten the strap. It felt nice to have something in his mouth again, though it certainly didn't compare to his master's cock.

Quick as ever, the bulbasaur was already holding something else by time Ario's attention returned to him. Are those. . . baby wipes? Once his master pulled one out, the scent became confirmation enough. Very slowly, the bulbasaur put the wipe to Ario's skin, rubbing it against his arm and letting him feel its cool, soothing texture. It was almost enough to send a chill down the squirtle's spine.

The bulbasaur moved up from Ario's arm and traveled to his chest, pushing the wipe down on his thick skin and gliding over his slightly sore nipples. This was already proving more sensual than Ario thought it'd be, and he eagerly watched his master move farther down. Around the chastity cage it went, briefly teasing his balls before slipping down to his inner thighs. The cloth squeezed between his toes and tickled his feet, then slowly moved back up to circle his belly and clean under his arms.

Pulling a second wipe from the container and discarding the first, the bulbasaur lifted Ario's legs and brushed his red bottom with the moist material, stopping only when it appeared to be sweating. Had the butt plug not been vibrating inside him, Ario had the feeling his master would've used it on his tailhole as well. Instead, he opted to immediately bring it from the squirtle's rump to his face. A few simple caresses of both cheeks and the bulbasaur was done, but Ario was still much more turned on than he should have been.

Quick as the process was, Ario somehow knew his master had more in store. After returning the container to its drawer, the bulbasaur pulled out a bottle of transparent liquid. It didn't take more than a glance for Ario to indntify what it was. After his master took a whiff of the baby oil, the squirtle couldn't help but do the same. 'Infant-like' was the only word to describe both it and the wipes.

Pouring some onto his claws, the bulbasaur wasted no time in gently spreading the oil across his pet's body. Beginning with Ario's belly, his claws moved in an oval shaped, reaching from navel to nipples and back again. Ario's skin was already glistening by time his master reached his chest a third time, and his member twitched inside its cage once he felt his legs being lubricated.

The familiar sensation of his feet being tended to made Ario want to squirm, though he somehow managed to keep still. His bottom was lathered up as well, though the bulbasaur spent a suspicious amount of time spreading the oil there. Once his legs were tenderly set down, his master squeezed some more oil from the bottle and rubbed it onto his head and cheeks, stopping only when drool began to leak from Ario's gagged mouth.

The bulbasaur stepped back to admire his work a moment, staring at the glistening squirtle lying helplessly on the changing table. Ario watched him absentmindedly put the bottle away and grab yet another item, this one just as instantly recognizable as the rest.

"Show me that ass, Pet," His master said softly, curving his lips into a smile as the pet obeyed. Struggling to keep his legs raised, Ario watched as his master powdered his now incredibly smooth rump, slowly turning it from red to white. "See? Your butt's all irritated for some reason," The bulbasaur cooed, mocking ignorance. "We'll have to take even better care of it tomorrow."

Ario blushed at the implications, and blushed harder as his master rubbed the powder into his babied rear perhaps a bit too firmly. The butt plug was still sending waves a pleasure directly to his brain, though his stuffed hole had definitely relaxed a lot since the toy was first slipped inside him.

Adjusting to its thickness was a much quicker process than he expected.

"Now then," His master said, holding a diaper in his claw. "We have to cover up all that naughtiness, don't we?" The smile on his face widened at Ario's very apparent blush, though that didn't stop him from sliding the pad underneath his pet's bottom. Using his vines, the bulbasaur folded the front between Ario's legs, the soft material crinkling as his master taped both sides to secure the diaper in place.

Just as soon as he was done, the bulbasaur unlatched the chains from both the changing table and Ario's cuffs, freeing him from any restraints. "Hop down from there and stay put," His master commanded, returning the chains to the leather bag. Ario swiftly obeyed and lowered himself to the floor, almost having forgotten how cold it was.

"We still have to get dressed," The bulbasaur told him, zipping his bag up. Ario stepped aside as his master returned to the table and opened yet another drawer, taking a rather large onesie from its confines. Leaving the drawer open, his master proceeded to slip the clothing over Ario's head and gently guide his arms through the long sleeves. Pulling the onesie down his torso, he looped the bottom between the squirtle's legs and fastened it to the front end.

"Isn't that cozy?" The bulbasaur asked rhetorically, pulling a pair of padded mittens and footsies from the open drawer. His master put those on for him as well, rendering his hands nearly useless. "Needs one more thing," The bulbasaur thought aloud, reaching one last time into the drawer before finally closing it. A lock? Ario asked himself, watching as his master attached it to the zipper on the back of his onesie and connected it to his leather collar. Even if for some reason he wanted to, Ario could no longer remove the onesie himself.

"Perfect," The bulbasaur said plainly, turning his back to the blushing squirtle. Ario watched his master walk to the mini-fridge and look inside, though it seemed like a strange time to be searching for food. "What would Pet like best?" He muttered quietly, slowly browsing the shelves with his vines extended. Apparently finding what he wanted, his master wrapped his tendrils around two items and closed the fridge.

"This way," Ario's master called, leading him to the only chair in the room. The squirtle's progress was suddenly slowed when he realized what his master was carrying. Baby food, and. . . formula? A spoon looked to be taped to the jar; probably The Dusk Ball's idea to prevent dominates from having to pack silverware. Taking hesitant steps, Ario followed the bulbasaur and watched him hop onto the short wooden chair, getting comfortable while simultaneously lifting Ario into the air.

Once nestled into the wooden seat, the bulbasaur gently set his pet onto his lap. Considering how tubby he was, Ario wasn't sure how comfortable his master was with this arrangement, but he at least didn't appear to mind the weight. The bulbasaur removed the gag from his pet's mouth and tenderly placed an arm on the small of his back, Ario's movement completely restricted as his master began gently rubbing up and down.

"A bellyful of cum and you're still hungry," Ario's master whispered, kissing him on the cheek. "What a silly pet you are." Blushing, Ario watched the bulbasaur easily open the baby food and set the lid aside, tearing the spoon from the side of the jar afterward. Ario wasn't quite sure what he'd be eating; it simply looked like orange mush. Still, he couldn't stop from opening his mouth once a spoonful of it was brought to his lips.

He let it drop to his tongue, where he immediately learned of its rather unpleasant taste. It wasn't the worst thing, he supposed, but he could definitely be eating something better. Nonetheless, he swallowed without complaint and opened up for another spoonful, which his master didn't hesitate to give. This time the flavor seemed even more powerful, but that only encouraged him to swallow faster. The bulbasaur squeezed Ario's side softly, almost cuddling him as a third batch of mush filled his mouth.

"You like this food, don't you, Pet?" His master asked teasingly, getting another spoonful prepared. He couldn't say he did, but the experience itself was quite nice. The soothing back rub, the tenderness in his master's voice. . . Had it not been for the butt plug, he might've began dosing off. He was starting to feel quite tired, after all. But instead, Ario lazily swallowed and opened for a fourth helping.

By time the jar was half empty, Ario's tongue was ablaze with the overbearing flavor, making him increasingly desperate for the bottle wrapped in his master's vines. It was a struggle even to let the seventh spoonful in, let alone the eighth.

"Don't keep me waiting," His master said softly, forcefully slipping more goop between Ario's lips. A few drops of orange wetness escaped from his unprepared mouth, though before Ario could lap the spill up, his master leaned forward and casually did that for him.

The bulbasaur kept his tongue out, waiting for Ario to take the hint and lap the food from him, a gesture that eventually made his pet's groin stir. Placing a claw on the back of the squirtle's oiled head, his master returned the orange glob to him via a long, wet kiss. This time it was much easier for him to swallow.

"There," His master cooed, rubbing the squirtle's belly. "All gone. Let's wash it down, shall we?" Ario was surprised by how gentle his master could sound, though as observed earlier, he seemed to have a gift for switching attitude on a dime. Ario wrapped his lips around the teat of the bottle once it was brought close enough, eager to have a hopefully better taste in his mouth.

His hopes were fortunately met, even if the milk didn't come out as quick as he'd like. In fact, it seemed to be coming out even slower than a bottle would normally allow. A smile from his master told him it was intentionally designed this way, probably as a means of extending the humiliation. A very effective means, since each passing second made Ario's member pulse from embarrassment.

Even after a full minute of sucking, the bottle was nowhere near half empty. Ario had to breathe through his nostrils after realizing the bulbasaur wasn't going to let him stop drinking, something he would've realized sooner if the butt plug wasn't clouding his tired mind.

His master wrapped an arm around him, squeezing his side gently as the bottle was tilted down slightly. "That's it," The bulbasaur whispered, stroking Ario's bloated form. "Drink it all." Although that was much easier said than done, the squirtle had little choice but to obey.

By time the milk was gone, Ario's rump and throat were completely numb. The bulbasaur quietly set the bottle aside and lowered his pet from his lap, making sure the humiliated and exhausted slave was able to keep his balance before lowering himself as well. "I think somebody's ready for bed," Ario's master said, mocking sympathy.

The squirtle was led to the lone crib he noticed earlier, though he was a bit too sleepy to notice any of its finer details. All he knew was he'd be sleeping in it, and he was almost perfectly okay with that. He could feel his diaper crinkling around his powdered bottom and enclosed member as the bulbasaur picked him up with his vines, raising him above the bars and gently setting him down on the soft mattress. A slight clicking sound told Ario the crib had been locked, though escaping was the last thing on his mind.

"Good night," His master cooed, staring at the squirtle almost seductively. "Sweet dreams." Before Ario even closed his eyes, he knew it would take a while to fall asleep. His thoughts were beginning to race about the sex, the bondage, the feel of his master's cock. . . It was all so exciting to think about, and yet, before he knew it, sleep managed to sneak up on him. He managed to fight it off long enough to feel the butt plug finally cease its vibrating, and succumbed to fatigue shortly after.

As his master wished, Ario's dreams were sweet. Very, very sweet.