Sold-5
#5 of Sold
AN: Thanks to Mew Sands for betaing.
Chapter 5
Pyrope, Sheba and Randy were all seated on the leather, back-seat of Paul's car. They could hear the engine purring as it moved the car effortlessly along the road towards Paul's new club.
"Why's he taking us to some club?" asked Pyrope, referring to their master.
Randy chuckled, "Don't tell me you still haven't managed to figure it out. It's not that hard to guess."
"Well I don't know," whined Pyrope, folding his ears back.
"It's a sex cub," explained Sheba, taking pity on the growlithe, "That's why you've been getting trained up. There are a few people, like our master, that have a sexual interest in pokemon. It's not something people generally encourage but Master thinks there's enough of a demand and not much competition so he can make a lot of money."
Pyrope's fur bristled, "He expects me to just have sex with humans?"
Randy nodded, "It'll be fun. You worry too much puppy."
The pikachu leant against the growlithe and began to scratch the base of his ears.
"Does that feel good?" he asked.
Pyrope murred softly and nodded, "Yeah, but-"
"So you wouldn't mind if someone scratched your ears cause it feels good. So what if they feel like scratching another part of your body? It feels even better if they do this..."
Randy's paw travelled down Pyrope's spine, sliding down his spine and under his body to his sheath.
The firepup groaned as the pleasure started to radiate through him. Over the week he'd finally grown used to Randy, Sheba and Paul's touches, no longer fighting them.
"That's... for making babies..." argued Pyrope, "Only with the person you love."
"Well for a start you can love more than one person and it doesn't always make a baby. Which means it's also there to be enjoyed," countered Randy, "In fact considering how much trouble kids are they're more of a risk in sex. Like if you swim, you could drown."
"I don't swim," stated Pyrope.
"No, but if you did. If you run you can trip. If you live you will die. If you have sex you might get a baby. There's no chance of us two making a kid, so we can just enjoy our bodies. We'll all keep you safe, so there's nothing to worry about."
"You can't agree with him," moaned Pyrope, looking to Sheba for support.
She shrugged, "If Master wants us to have sex then we should do it. You'll have to anyway, so you might as well enjoy it. After everything he's done for us, the least we can do in return is obey him."
"He hasn't done anything!" protested Pyrope, "Nothing good..."
Sheba glared at him, "He saved my life when I was still a sentret. That's something good. He's given me a home, let me see the world, looks after me and feeds me."
"He's not so bad," agreed Randy, "He doesn't like you to disobey but he always rewards me when I do well. And don't say he's done nothing good for you. He didn't catch you in the first place, he just bought you and gave you a home. He might be harsh at times but he's never really hurt you and you haven't had to worry about anything."
Pyrope snorted and looked away, "He's not nice."
Paul Morris drove his car through the dirty grey streets of the more industrialised part of the city. The push of a remote opened a garage that was at the back of the club and he parked inside it, closing the door behind him. The front of the club was just a small door and an old sign from the previous owner, too faded to read, hung above it. Paul hadn't had time to change the outside of the club and doubted he would. Pokemon and humans weren't allowed to have sex and so advertising would be nearly impossible. The people that were coming tonight were all by word of mouth, and that was how it was intended to be.
*****
The part of the club available to customers was fairly small; the front occupied by a stage, with a pole on each side. Attached to the front stage, in the middle, was a circular depression, currently empty. The centre of the club was a flat area that could be used for dancing or have various pieces of furniture added for more possibilities. On the sides were a series of circular tables, each with seating for four people, that were dimly lit for the privacy of their occupants. Finally, at the back of the room, was the bar with a few stools for the customers more interested in the drinks than the dancers.
A spotlight illuminated Sheba on the stage, her long body curling around one of the poles. She stood up against it, rubbing her crotch along the smooth, cool steel, a shiver running through her body. She could barely see anyone due to the bright lights on her and the relative darkness of the rest of the room, but she knew that they were there. Their eyes fixed on her body as she displayed it for their amusement. It wasn't something she wanted to do, but she wanted to please her master and as, her pussy lips pressed and rubbed against the pole, she left a sticky trail of fem juice.
Randy soon joined Sheba on the stage. The pikachu's pink cock was hard before he come out, dripping pre-cum in anticipation of everyone watching him. He came up behind Sheba, holding her from behind, his paws tracing patterns in her belly fur as they meandered down her body. Soon they reached her muff and his finger dipped in, taking a grip and pulling her pussy lips apart. The two pokemon leaned back, exposing the furret's sex to everyone.
"Now, you're going to be a good puppy and do everything I tell you," stated Paul, looking down at Pyrope.
The two of them were standing backstage. Mr Morris was getting ready to prepare Pyrope for his special task.
"If you don't co-operate you know what will happen," warned Paul, showing Pyrope the remote to the shock collar.
The growlithe pup nodded, his ears still low on his head. He didn't see much of an option but to listen. He also had no idea what was going to be asked of him. He had originally assumed he was going to be made to have sex with the humans, but considering that neither Sheba nor Randy had been made to do that he doubted he would have to, yet at least.
Paul fetched a large box and opened it in front of Pyrope. It contained a large ball, made of thick, transparent plastic, with a diameter of about one metre. The ball was split into two , and there were various additions on it that made no sense to Pyrope. He tilted his head curiously, awaiting an explanation.
"I don't keep you in a pokeball, but you'll have to go into this ball. You'll be perfectly safe," Pyrope's trainer assured him.
Paul pressed a button where the two halves joined and there was a click, indicating they were no longer locked together. He lifted the top half off the bottom, which was held by a stand so that it didn't roll away, and placed it on the ground. He then wrapped his arms around Pyrope, lifting the growlithe up and positioning him above the ball.
"Make sure your legs go into those devices," instructed Paul.
Pyrope whined unhappily as his master lowered him down but complied with the command, each leg sinking into a opaque, black chamber that was fused to the inside of the ball. After Paul pressed another button on the bottom half of the ball the devices tightened around Pyrope's paws, holding them in place.
Paul ran his hand down Pyrope's back in an attempt to comfort the nervous pokemon, "Don't worry. You'll be fine."
One clamp on each side of Pyrope was pressed against his sides, locking with each other and also anchored to the ball.
Paul tugged and pushed Pyrope a bit, making sure that he was secure before lifting up a gas mask from the very bottom of the ball and pulling it over Pyrope's head. It muffled the dog's whines and contained a tube leading to a vent on the bottom of the ball.
Mr Morris lifted the top half of the sphere and locked it in place again, trapping Pyrope inside the ball.
Pyrope's mind was racing as his master pushed the ball out of it's holder. Locked in place Pyrope could barely squirm, so his position didn't even shift as he began to rotate through 360 degrees.
"Your purpose is to collect everyone's cum," explained Paul, "I am sure Randy and Sheba will get them excited and I don't need a mess on my floor. So this ball has a bunch of one way valves."
Paul pointed at the various black circles that were scattered across the surface of the ball.
"Those feel like a real cunt when you push your cock in. You're just locked in here to add to their enjoyment. They get to see you covered in all of their semen. Hopefully later we'll be able to fill the whole ball, that's why you have a breathing tube. The valves will also make sure the cum can't leak out as you roll around. Enjoy yourself, Puppy."
With that Paul Morris gave the ball a good shove, sending Pyrope rolling out into the club.
As Sheba and Randy ground their bodies against one another, their fur clumping as their sticky arousal matted it, the customers began to grow aroused. Most of their pants beginning to tent and dark spots appearing at their crotches. More than one woman's hand disappeared into her skirt as she began to grow hot.
Randy grinned, pulling Sheba into a deep kiss, his eyes flicking from the furret's face to the eyes of his audience as his tongue writhed and curled in his partner's mouth. Her saliva tasted sweet to him and everyone's eyes drove his body to even higher levels of arousal. His pink cock throbbed with need, secreting a near-constant stream of pre-cum out of its tip.
Sheba held tightly onto Randy, her heart beating nervously as she went along with his movements, accepting his tongue and feeling it explore her oral cavity. She could feel his paws running up and down her sides, his fingers often moving to her sex and teasing over her clit and lips, keeping her wet and her scent high.
As he rolled Pyrope found it nearly impossible to focus on what was happening. The world was no longer constant, sometimes it was the right way up and sometimes it was upside down. The breathing muzzle wasn't making it easy to concentrate either and his binds prevented him from compensating for the movement of the ball, keeping him constantly disorientated. Without warning, the ball stopped, the coloured ceiling light shining into his eyes until a silhouette blocked it out. Pyrope watched as one of the rubber valves expanded around a cock and one of the customers began to pump into the ball, his dick moving forward and back, pointing straight at the growlithe's face.
Randy pushed Sheba over, the two pokemon sliding to the bottom of the depression in front of the main stage. Inside it, they began to roll as they positioned themselves, chest to chest, lining up to mate.
People began to push forward to get a closer look, some leaning forward and running their hands over the pikachu and furret.
Randy arched his back, grunting as one of the spectators pushed his finger into the yellow rodent's arse, wriggling it inside. Randy murred in pleasure before thrusting forward and hilting his cock in Sheba's dripping slit.
A wet splash on his rump made Pyrope meep in surprise. Fresh cum ran down his haunches, the distraction meaning he was almost too late in closing his eyes before the cock in front of him shot its load. The ropes of milky semen sprayed over his face, sticking to his fur. He gave an unhappy whine, but no one paid any attention, and, before he could do anything else, the ball was rolling again.
Time after time, the ball was rolled and stopped, and each time that it came to a halt a cock, or more than one, pushed through one of the valves and shot their cum out. From every conceivable angle Pyrope watched the men thrusting into his transparent cage and then felt their seed splash onto his body. His face, belly, back and legs were all soon coated and dripping. A thin layer of cum collected at the bottom of the ball and dripped back down on him as he rolled across the floor from person to person.
Randy ran his tongue up Sheba's neck, his hips pumping against hers, making her gasp with each thrust. Their crotches were both wet with arousal and Randy's slick erection slipped easily into the furret's body. As their moans grew louder Randy began to thrust harder, Sheba pushing up to meet him halfway.
A person watching and stroking himself grunted, spewing his cum out. The spray landed on Randy's back, covering the brown stripes with white ooze.
As he felt someone from behind spray him with cum, Randy slammed his hips forward, driving his cock as far into Sheba as he could. His member began to jerk wildly, each time shooting a long stream of mouse cum out into Sheba's cunt.
The furret's eyes closed tightly as she arched backwards, her pussy clenching tightly around Randy's member. Her cunt lips were swollen pink and shone with her slippery juices. Her whole body seemed to be on fire with pure pleasure burning into her brain, the crowd forgotten as her orgasm overtook her and she cried out with lust.
*****
"Good puppy," praised Paul, opening the plastic sphere.
The inside stank heavily of cum, and Pyrope's fur was stuck out at all angles. Paul undid the restraints, releasing the growlithe pup but quickly leashed him as well, not letting him run off.
"Stay!" ordered Pyrope's trainer, grabbing his scruff and pushing his muzzle down to the pool of cum at the bottom of the ball, "Lick it up, Puppy."
Pyrope shook his head, whining and trying to squirm away.
"Better do it," warned Paul, pushing Pyrope's nose down into the jizz.
Pyrope struggled hard to pull away but his master was too strong and eventually he gave in. His tongue flicked out and he began to lap up the thick liquid. He winced at the strong taste of the mixed seed but forced it down until he was released.
"There we go. Well done," praised Mr Morris, petting Pyrope's head.
He unclipped the leash and motioned that he could go.
"The place is all locked up so don't try escape. Randy and Sheba are cleaning up so you can go spend some time with them. If you can't clean yourself up then I'll do it later."