Sold-4
#4 of Sold
AN: Here's the next chapter. Fairly short but was mostly to move the plot along a bit more, since some people couldn't see it. Anyway, more importantly, this was beta'd by my master, Mew Sands. Thank you. I'll let him beta a few and you guys can tell me if he's better or worse than Keita.
Chapter 4
"You said that you had a building for sale," said Pyrope's trainer, "I would like to know where it is and for how much it'll cost."
"You're interested?" inquired the large man who was sitting in front of him, smoke drifting up from a cigarette he held in his mouth, "And how do I know your new enterprise will not just collapse and leave me lacking in the payments?"
"I always paid you fully."
"No, Mr Morris, it was your father who would bail you out of your little fantasies-gone-bad. But now he's not here any more, is he?"
"I inherited some of his wealth."
"And how long will it last under your management? Word is you didn't get any actual business interests. No one would trust you with them."
"Well that's got nothing to do with you," growled Paul Morris, picking up a briefcase and placing it on the table between the two men.
He opened it up to reveal neat stacks of $100 bills.
"I have the money here," declared Pyrope's master, "I can pay you in cash for the building and you won't have to worry about how I do."
The man opposite him spat out the finished cigarette and rubbed his hands together eagerly.
"That's a much more enticing offer," he commented, "Now let's discuss details..."
Mr Morris returned home, the musky smell of pokemon sex hanging heavily in the air. He walked into the room his three pokemon shared and knelt down in front of a cage containing Pyrope.
The growlithe whined to his master, rearing up and leaning against the bars of the cage. He was wearing a leather belt that had two wire meshes, one covering his sheath and the other covering his rear. It was a chastity belt that prevented him from stimulating himself sexually, extremely frustrating for a young pokemon, especially one who had been wearing it for the last week while sharing a room with a female furret that was in heat. Locked in his cage, Pyrope wasn't even able to join in when Sheba and Randy relieved each other's sexual build-up.
"Do you want to come out, puppy?" asked Paul, grinning as Pyrope nodded vigorously.
He took a key off of his belt and used it to unlock the padlock that secured the door of Pyrope's cage.
Once the door was opened Pyrope exited his cage, stretching his muscles and squirming uncomfortably as his half-hard cock pressed against the wire mesh of his belt.
Pyrope followed behind his master as he walked into the lounge and sat on the couch, between Sheba and Randy, each of whom was leaning against an armrest.
"Hey guys," greeted Paul, "I have some news for you."
Everyone's ears pricked up, eager to hear what was going on.
"I've managed to get us a place for the club," he revealed, "It'll take about a week to get it all set up and have the equipment brought in but then we can finally open."
Sheba gave a knowing nod while Randy jumped up in excitement, giving a loud, "Pika!" as he hopped over to Sheba and gave the furret a high-five. Pyrope just stood there in confusion, not knowing what was being talked about and no one offering any explanation to the firepuppy.
"Don't worry your little head about it, puppy," said Paul ruffling the creamy-white comb of fur on Pyrope's head, "You'll find out everything when you need to."
Paul Morris took his hand off of Pyrope's head and picked Sheba up, laying her on her back in his lap.
"Stay there," commanded Pyrope's master, staring at the growlithe as he started to inch forward, drawn by the scent of Sheba's heat.
One of Paul's hands then began to slide down the furret's long body, kneading and massaging the flesh as it went, causing Sheba to close her eyes and lean her head back as she moaned softly from the pleasurable touch.
Her trainer's hand quickly reached its target, her muff, and began to gently stroke it, slowly applying pressure and letting a single finger sink down between her lips. She groaned happily at the touch, feeling a contented warmth spreading throughout her body and in almost no time her body was producing large quantities of natural lube.
Mr Morris felt the thick juices oozing out, coating his finger in the sticky, but slippery, fluid. Taking advantage of the added slickness he began to ease a second finger in his pokemon's cunt, smiling as the warm hole seemed to pull them in with its firm muscle movements. All the time as he fingered his female pokemon he kept his eye on Pyrope, who, as Sheba's scent began to grow heavier in the room, had began to squirm and inch forward. Paul watched the dog's nose twitching madly as the pheromones kept telling his body to mate and the other drugs he'd been fed backed up the message.
"Does puppy want a chance to lick?"asked Pyrope's trainer, grinning down at him.
The growlithe whined and nodded, his whole body aching with desire.
"Alright then but before that you'll have to suck me off," stated Paul, "Deal?"
Pyrope's ears drooped, his body knowing the taste of cum well and craving it badly but his mind resisted, not wanting to do it and become the little sex toy that his master wanted him to be. Finally, after a few seconds of deliberation, he gave a sad whimper but nodded his head in acceptance, his body's cries becoming too strong to ignore with Sheba's scent clouding his mind and making clear thoughts difficult.
"Good boy," smiled Mr Morris, backing up his verbal praise by holding down the green button on the remote.
As it was designed to the collar emitted it's low power buzz almost directly into Pyrope's brain, making his whole body relax as a feeling of divine bliss rolled over him, telling him that he'd made the right decision.
Sheba's trainer twisted his fingers, making her gasp loudly from the sudden rush of stimulation, but then drew them out and used his other hand to slide her off of his lap and next to him.
"Sorry, girl, I need to play with Pyrope. He wants to suck my dick. You and Randy can go and play somewhere, I'm sure he'll be willing to finish you off."
The pikachu backed up the statement eagerly and he and Sheba then exited the room, leaving Pyrope and his trainer to do what they wanted in privacy, something only Pyrope really cared about though.
"Alright, boy, let's see how well Randy's been training you," Paul said.
Pyrope's trainer lay back on the couch, spreading his legs wide and bringing the tent in his jeans into view. After his legs were apart he held his hand in front of his crotch, beckoning for Pyrope to approach.
With his ears and tail low Pyrope stepped forward, sitting down when commanded.
"Have a taste," offered Paul, wiggling his fingers, Sheba's nectar still wet and visible on them.
Grateful for the reward that he was craving Pyrope extended his tongue and began to lick the juice off of his master's fingers. Each lick letting him taste the sweet intoxicating fluids that he'd become so desperate for during his time in the cage. Pyrope gave a disappointed whine when he had finally licked Paul's hand clean, sniffing over it, trying in vain to find one last speck of Sheba's juice.
"You got it all," chucked Paul, rubbing his hand dry on Pyrope's coat, subsequently unzipping his fly and pulling his hard cock out into view, "Now start sucking."
Pyrope sighed, moving his head forward, Paul's cock seeming to grow in size as he moved closer. As he opened his mouth the fur on the back of his neck lifted up and a shudder ran through his body. He closed his eyes, blocking out the clear bead of pre that rested on the head of his master's cock, staring up at him like a menacing eye.
Paul put his hand behind Pyrope's head when he ceased to move. He gave a gentle push, bringing the growlithe's muzzle forward and pushing it over his dick, groaning as he felt the warmth and wetness engulf him.
Pyrope winced slightly as he felt the cock slide into his mouth and along his tongue. As it went in it smeared the pre along the surface of his tongue, the drop dissolving in his saliva and giving him small taste. As he got that first small taste of pre it sparked the paths in his brain that Randy had been steadily building up and gave him a deep craving more.
Pyrope curled his tongue around the penis in his mouth, guiding it deeper into his maw as he began to suckle on it, trying to bring out the treat that was hidden inside.
Paul moaned happily, laying back and no longer holding Pyrope's head down. He could feel his hard cock twitching in his pokemon's mouth as its wet tongue snaked around him and he felt the pull as Pyrope sucked on his meat.
Each suck and bob of his head brought Pyrope another taste of a pre and pulled him deeper into his task. He ran his tongue along the pulsing piece of meat, lapping at the head and pulling his cheeks in and against its surface as he sucked hard. His ears were twitching as they could hear his trainer moaning above him, telling him what worked and what didn't and allowing him to adjust accordingly.
With a hip thrust forward and a deep, animalistic groan, Paul filled his fire pokemon's mouth with a large load of his seed. He gasped deeply, his muscles all tensing up and subsequently going limp, leaving him lying exhausted but satisfied. The high of the orgasm wearing down to a deep feeling of contentedness throughout his body.
Hearing his trainer's loud announcement of his orgasm Pyrope was quickly prepared, gulping down the load of cum that squirted out into his maw. The thick cream quickly coating his tongue and sticking to the surfaces of his mouth. He swallowed every drop, murring loudly as the strong taste filled his mouth.
"Good boy," whispered Paul, stroking Pyrope's head as he continued to lap at the human's cock, even as it went limp in his jaws.
Mr Morris chuckled, lifting the small striped dog up on his lap. He pulled him closer, feeling the canine's chest vibrating as he murred, and stood up.
"Now let's get you to Sheba, shall we?" asked Paul rhetorically, "I'm sure you're eager to get a taste of her now."
With that he walked out the lounge, scritching his growlithe's ears as he carried him.