Master Muscle
Humans of all shapes and sizes can bottom for beastly creatures, really.
So, muscles. Kind of really highly appealing to me. Though the works where they get up to ludicrous levels where the bodies look misshapen...eh, no. Fortunately, that's not very common, I see a lot more stuff done right, and man, some of them really get me going. Doesn't even need nudity or bulges, really, even just a good pose is enough. This one doesn't put quite as much emphasis on it but that will come as I get a little more used to it.
Anyway, Poké/human smut. Just to try something new, it's two on one. Also something I like but find a bit harder to write - the more players involved the harder it is to keep everything clear. Still, expect to see more efforts that way.
OBLIGATORY CONTENT DISCLAIMER: This story contains sexual acts between three males,
unrealistic size matchups, dom/subness, a bit of bondage, and build-ups that don't actually go very far.
Seth was almost in disbelief as his name was announced. But not quite.
He'd worked hard for this, after all. Hours and hours at the gym, crafting a dazzling physique, building his strength and skill, cultivating a likable personality, all for the big pay-off: the Muscle Contest, an annual event at the Central City Gym, gathering people from all over to show off their strength and their bodies. As generic as it sounded, it was actually a fairly prestigious event; there was a large media presence, and the winner, or as they called it the Master Muscle, was to be featured in some well-read publications, at least in bodybuilding and training circles.
It was no easy task to be Master Muscle. It was about more than strength and appearance; there was a large popularity component, since after all, it wouldn't do as much good to have an unlikable personality as the poster boy. So one had to be a fairly upstanding person with a good attitude to succeed, and that proved to be the downfall of a number of competitors in the past, so hung up on themselves that they fell short when it came to appealing to others.
But Seth, he knew the score. And he'd worked on becoming the complete Master Muscle, the kind of person he knew he had to be in order to win the competition. So when the announcer read off his name as the winner, he had just enough of himself remembering all the work he'd put in to not be completely bowled over by the result.
As he held the trophy high, he felt himself break into a huge grin. All of the stress of the competition seemed to melt away; it was almost as if he was right at the fresh start of the competition again, completely energized and ready for anything. The cheers of the crowd and flashes of the cameras only added to the effect, spurring him on into the throngs, trying to greet all his adoring fans personally. It would likely prove impossible, but he wasn't about to stop trying.
There was only one hiccup, early on, when one girl who he recognized as one of the gym employees asked him a somewhat expected question: "What do you have to say to your rival?"
Even though it was a ways away Seth heard the haughty snort, and he turned to see another muscle-bound man glaring at him, his jaw tight with anger and frustration. Louis went to Central City Gym just the same as Seth, and seemed to have a chip on his shoulder almost as big as the gym itself. The moment he had heard that Seth was aiming for the Muscle Contest, he had confronted him, belittled him, and announced with an air of superiority that he would never best Louis in that event. It had rather surprised Seth, who generally kept to himself and didn't have any beef with most other people, and he had thought it just an isolated incident at first. But it didn't take long for him to notice that Louis was trying to outdo him on everything he did; every machine he left, Louis could come by and try to add weight to it, every person he talked to, Louis would try to jump in afterward and sweet-talk them as well. It was a semi-one-sided rivalry; Seth didn't really actively try to outdo Louis, but his competition was pretty frequently on his mind, spurring him to work harder.
Seth would be the first to admit that Louis was at least his equal in most of the physical categories, but in personality Louis simply lacked something - he was very self-centered and arrogant, and seemed to almost demand attention rather than try to get to be liked. That had proved to be a bad move; he hadn't even really come close, placing third in the contest largely on the failure to please the crowd. This was at the forefront of Seth's mind as he looked towards Louis, the bitter pout saying all that needed to be said.
"I would say that he did a great job building himself up, but if he put half as much effort into being friendly and welcoming as he did working on his body, he'd have done a lot better." Seth hoped he didn't come off as too haughty saying that; he wanted to be honest, but reasonably diplomatic about it. After all, he didn't think Louis was a bad person, just too self-absorbed.
"Bullshit." Louis' response said volumes about what he thought about that. "Everyone knows I'm better. I'm better looking, I'm stronger, they should all like me! I don't know what shenanigans were going on but I should have been first, not third!"
"Jeez, Louis. There's more to being liked than just being easy on the eyes."
"I'm the best! That's all that should matter! But no, they look past your swollen ego and flabby body and crown a joke! It's rigged, I tell you, someone's out to get me, I'll bet you had something to do with it!"
"Hey, prick, no one likes a sore loser! Get out!" came a shout from the crowd. For a moment, Louis looked like he was going to burst an artery and go after the shouter, but a moment's restraint stopped him from acting, and he just glowered at Seth again.
"I'm gonna find out what you did, and you'd better believe you're going to get it! You may think you're Master Muscle now but once I catch on to you you'll be a sore winner, mark my words!" With that he turned on his heel and stormed off into the lockers.
Seth just turned back to the crowd and shrugged. "I dunno what to say about him. I thought he'd be my stiffest competition, but he just acts like that way too much to get the crowd on his side. If he ever realizes that I could be dethroned, but somehow I'm not sure that's gonna happen!" The crowd laughed and cheered on that, clearly firmly on his side, and he continued on with the clamor, Louis quickly forgotten.
It had taken hours for the chaos to subside, Seth having gone through a whirlwind of autograph signing, interview giving, and showing off for fans who couldn't seem to get enough of him. He was familiar with this from smaller competitions, but the scale of this one dwarfed those completely. The post-show hoopla always left him feeling more tired than the actual performances, since he rarely got a good break during the rush. By the time it was all over, virtually everyone had left the building, and it was mostly closed and locked up for the night. Seth was in no rush to leave himself, though; he had a key, and could make sure everything was locked up properly, so he decided to hit the showers before heading home.
He stripped down out in the locker room, tossing his sweaty clothes into a plastic back and shutting them in his locker. He didn't bother bringing a towel with him, seeing as the entire place was empty. The showers were completely quiet, his footsteps echoing a bit as he walked towards one of the knobs and pulled it on. A cascade of hot water sailed down on him, washing away the dried sweat and dirt, and giving him a bit of a rejuvenation. Seth closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling; he loved long, hot showers, they always made him feel so relaxed and refreshed, and he felt like he could have remained under the jets for a lifetime.
Then he heard sounds, sounds other than the rushing of the water and his own movements. He opened his eyes and turned around, and froze as he caught sight of two Pokémon staring him down, devious grins on both their faces. Normally this wasn't an unusual sight - Central City Gym was one of the few that allowed Pokémon in as active participants, and in fact they were a common sight on the gym floor on most days. But they had been all but absent today due to the competition - the gym had been shut down to anything else all day long.
They were a Machoke and a Feraligatr, both taller than he was and densely muscular; they belonged to two well-built species, and were very clearly in the upper echelon among them. And they seemed familiar...suddenly he realized.
Crap...these are Louis' Pokémon...
He'd seen the two at the gym many times before, they were always working out themselves, keeping themselves busy while Louis tried to strut his stuff. Seth couldn't remember their names, but he was well aware that they outdid their trainer by a long shot, and for that matter Seth as well. Louis would sometimes try to taunt him by showing off what his Pokémon could lift, which Seth tuned out since it was a completely different standard. But here, alone with the two of them, he realized that if Louis had given them any kind of instruction to harm him, he was going to be in trouble. He didn't know if they would do it - they hadn't seemed to harbor him any ill will in general, but a trainer's order could be a powerful motivator.
As he scanned them over, he suddenly realized that he wasn't the only naked one; the Machoke wasn't wearing his usual tight or belt, and his half-hard dick was hanging between his legs, its size already in excess of Seth's own. Feraligatr was also exposed and half hard, and even bigger than Machoke. And Seth knew they were only going to get larger; he'd seen erotic pictures of their kinds before, it was hard to miss them in some of the more infamous muscle sites on the Internet. Suddenly their being here was taking on a new meaning, and Seth was pretty sure he wasn't misreading it.
Did Louis send them to do this to me? Or...I don't know...I've seen them glance my way before...were they planning this themselves? Does it even matter at this point?
The two were advancing on him slowly, getting harder and larger seemingly with each step. He was backing away, but knew that the wall was fast approaching. He wasn't any stranger to sex with males, having been decidedly bisexual since before his bodybuilding days, but he'd never had an experience with a Pokémon, much less two large Pokémon as he was staring down here. It was a dangerous situation, with no chance of escape and no hope of fighting them off.
So why am I so fucking turned on?
Seth couldn't ignore the presence of his own throbbing erection, and he could tell both Pokémon had noticed it too. In a way, Seth wasn't as surprised as he might have been; part of the reason he'd gotten into bodybuilding in the first place was his attraction to that kind of physique, and both Pokémon had it better than he did...it was a little strange being aroused by something so different, but in a way it was still familiar enough, at least for his libido. So, taking a breath, he decided to try to make the best of his situation.
"Uh...hey, listen...if I give you guys what you want, you'll let me go without hurting me, right?"
The two Pokémon halted their advance momentarily, exchanging wide grins that at first had Seth nervous. Then they looked at him again, and almost in unison nodded their heads. Seth took another deep breath, knowing there was no going back now, and nodded back, essentially sealing the agreement.
The slow advance was gone now; the Machoke simply strode up and effortlessly grabbed Seth, lifting him into the air and then roughly setting him back down, facing away from him and at Feraligatr. That large, thick cock was right near his face, and Feraligatr had his arms crossed, waiting for Seth to take the initiative. Though still a bit hesitant, Seth didn't keep him waiting, using his hands to start massaging the gator's pole, earning a pleasant growl in response. Having broken the ice, he took the next step, licking at the tip of the cock, getting a lightly salty taste on his tongue as he did so.
Behind him, Machoke was being a huge tease, rubbing his cock along the cleft of Seth's ass and lightly fondling his package, making Seth feel slightly weak-kneed. The human could hear snickers from the Machoke as he kept hinting at more, but yet refused to take it; every now and then he would probe at Seth's hole, then back away to slide between his cheeks again. After a couple minutes of this, Seth couldn't take it anymore, and pulled away from Feraligatr's dick to look back at Machoke. "For shit's sake, stop teasing and fuck me already!"
That was apparently what he was waiting for, as Machoke grinned wider, aimed himself at Seth's hole, and finally thrust in hard. Seth cried out as he was stretched farther than ever before, feeling some pain at the widening of his asshole, though less than he had feared. There was no adjustment or hesitation from Machoke, who quickly pulled back and rammed harder, burying himself deeper inside. It took only a few more such humps for his hips to slam against Seth's, his cock delivering a pressure Seth could never have imagined before.
Once again Machoke wasn't about to wait, setting himself on a fast and hard pace right off the bat. Seth returned to Feraligatr's waiting meat, taking the tip into his mouth and stroking the rest of the length hard and fast. He couldn't get any more into his mouth without giving himself trouble; he'd never really been able to figure out deep-throating, he couldn't manage without gagging, and so had to settle for what his jaw could take. Feraligatr didn't seem to care, if the increased pants and copious pre were any indication.
The danger was really Machoke humping him too far onto Feraligatr's cock, as he was providing the hammering of a lifetime. Without his belt, there was little restraint on his strength, and he was brutally battering the tight ass underneath him, giving the human absolutely no mercy. Not that Seth needed mercy now, the pain was gone and all he had now was an intense fullness with every time the cock sank inside him, combined with a barrage on his prostate that was making him see stars and his cock launch jets of pre onto the wet tile. After a few minutes, the pleasure overwhelmed Seth, and he cried out around his mouthful of Feraligatr as his seed shot out onto the tile below him.
Machoke never broke stride, however, and kept up his powerful fucking all the way through and past Seth's climax. And Seth never left Feraligatr wanting, working the meat in his mouth and hands hard to try to bring him to a forceful end. He had only a very dim sense of time, but it must have been a good ten minutes before Feraligatr finally roared out and unleashed his load inside Seth's mouth. The volume was immediately overwhelming, and Seth had to pull off and let much of the blast hit his face as he swallowed down the initial offering.
Machoke wasn't far behind, hilting himself harshly into Seth and crying out as his own semen rocketed forth, Seth moaning loudly as his violated ass was coated with the muscle Pokémon's essence. He had quite a load as well, the amount giving him a mildly full feeling deep within him, and it took almost a minute before Machoke finally pulled free, some of this load splashing out onto the tile below.
Seth found his legs shaking as he could barely stay upright after the rough treatment from Machoke. Yet, he was quite hard again, and he could tell both Pokémon were still raring to go. A giddy smile crossed his face as he turned to Feraligatr. "Okay...I guess it's your turn. But you'd better make sure you get that beast of yours all the way in, I want that dick to threaten to break me."
The Feraligatr gave him a knowing grin, then grabbed Seth and lifted him up, and pushed him against the wall, his legs dangling almost a foot off the ground. Supported entirely by Feraligatr, Seth looked down and saw that massive cock lining up underneath him; it was significantly bigger than Machoke's, and seemed more than capable of carrying out his stated desire of threatening to break him. From where he was, he was going to have a good view of it spearing him, and he couldn't wait.
Neither could Feraligatr, who suddenly bucked up and sank himself into Seth, the human letting out a very loud moaning cry, barely holding himself back from throwing his head back into the tiled wall behind him. Despite Feraligatr's size, Seth had been quite well-stretched and loosened by Machoke's treatment, and he both saw and felt the gator get in almost half his length in that one push, feeling only mild discomfort and a whole lot of pleasure from the intrusion. Feraligatr seemed more than pleased himself, rumbling as he felt the tightness of his human plaything.
Seth continued to watch, eagerly, as Feraligatr began humping him hard, witnessing his own claiming as every thrust pushed more and more of that dick inside of him. Watching himself being taken by this monster was proving incredibly arousing, and he realized with a jolt that he never would have felt this way if it was a human doing the deed; something about the fact that he was being thoroughly used and dominated by a Pokémon, and that he was willingly and even eagerly giving himself over to them, was driving him to a mental pleasure which, like the physical pleasure, had never been matched in his experience. Both of these pleasures came to a maximum as he felt Feraligatr's hips meet his, the sensation of the full cock cascading through him bringing him to a mind-bending orgasm. He jerked on the rod as he shot his second load, some of the liquid splattering onto Feraligatr, most onto the tile beneath them.
The gator let him recover for a minute, holding himself fully embedded in the panting, shivering human. Seth just hung limply in the large arms, unable to move under his own power; all he could do was raise his head, and when he did, he saw Machoke standing behind Feraligatr, an expectant look on his face, stroking himself in anticipation. He nodded slightly, then looked back at Feraligatr. "Okay...I'm ready..."
Feraligatr nodded back, then turned from the wall, carrying Seth with him. With a quick movement, he lowered his arms, allowing Seth's upper body to fall back, where it was caught by Machoke. He found himself looking square at the cock that had just filled him, glistening with water, having just been cleaned off. Feraligatr waited as Machoke pointed the tip at Seth's mouth, demanding the human give him entrance. Seth complied, opening wide and letting the start of the dick fill his mouth. He brought his hands up to the rest of the shaft, starting to rub it as Machoke panted, a bit of pre coming out of the tip already.
Then Feraligatr pulled back and thrust hard, removing and inserting nearly half his massive shaft into Seth, the force of the impact pushing him further onto Machoke than he had expected. He just barely kept from gagging, and tried to pull back slightly, but Machoke wouldn't move and he couldn't pull back. It only got worse as Feraligatr began a stready pace, hammering away at Seth's ass and pushing him further down, at which point he did gag and tried harder to pull off. Machoke tried to keep him there, trying to force him to overcome the gagging and allow him in further, causing Seth to have a harder time breathing as he went down a little further each time.
Eventually, however, Machoke had to relent, pulling himself out of Seth's mouth with a bit of chagrin, Seth gasping and coughing as he was finally freed. Feraligatr slowed down for a moment to make sure Seth was all right, but resumed his pace once Seth gave him a nod. The human looked up at Machoke, continuing to stroke his length; part of him wanted to try again, to allow the Machoke to keep trying until he'd sunk every inch of that behemoth past his lips, gag reflex be damned, but he knew it was too much for him to handle this time. "Ah...I'll...owe you that one...okay?"
Machoke grinned, apparently satisfied with that. Seth made do with using his tongue and hands to stimulate Machoke's length, running his tongue all along the shaft where he could and devoting more attention to the tip. Machoke continued to hold him up while Feraligatr pummeled, him, loud squelching sounds coming with every thrust as the ample lubrication allowed him thrust quickly and freely. The powerful driving into his prostate had Seth fully hard and begging for release once again, and he used his arousal to redouble his efforts on Machoke, trying his best to get him off.
He had no idea how long it took, but it seemed like ages before their copulation finally yielded its fruit. Seth came first, his third orgasm producing only a bit of fluid, but the sensation overpowering his senses. His hands clenched on Machoke's drooling shaft, sending him over the edge; powerful spurts of cum erupted from his dick, Seth angling it to cover him all over, painting his face and chest until they were nearly dripping with the Pokémon seed. Feraligatr held off only a bit longer, finally thrusting forward with a roar, unleashing a torrent of semen all throughout Seth's insides, filling his depths up even more than Machoke had. He held himself there for nearly a minute, only pulling out once every drop had been sent forth.
Seth couldn't move; his body was spent, his brain not functioning properly, his body coated in sweat and semen. He expected the two Pokémon to set him down on the shower floor and leave him there to recover, but that didn't happen; instead, Feraligatr grabbed him in his arms and the two walked him out to the lockers, depositing him on a bank of benches. He saw the two exchange a brief look before they walked away; he listened to their departing footsteps, a little confused, but not having the energy to think about it. He simply laid limply on the bench, dimly realizing that he'd never really gotten cleaned up in the showers. Kind of ironic, I guess...
He couldn't complain, though. His first experience with a Pokémon had proven extremely satisfying, and already he was wondering why he hadn't tried it out before. I wonder if Louis ever did it with them...heh, I can already imagine him underneath those two, bet he's even more of a bitch with them. Maybe I can goad him into sharing them a while...
Suddenly he heard footsteps, and familiar ones at that. He turned his head slightly to see both the Pokémon coming back, knowing smirks on their faces. He spied something in the hands of Machoke: a few coils of rope.
Well...I guess they weren't finished yet.
He gave a tired smile as he brought his arms to the bar holding up the bench; he hadn't forgotten his half of the deal, to give them what they wanted, and apparently they wanted more. It took no more than a few second for his hands to be lashed tightly to the bar, ensuring he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Then his chest was tied down as well, strapped tightly to the bench, keeping him from moving more than a tiny bit in any direction. Finally, he felt his legs being pulled open, and each ankle was restrained to the bars on the adjacent benches. He felt an eager sense of anticipation as he realized that the restraint ensured that there would be no give as he was pounded this time. "Guess you two are gonna give me a proper fucking now, huh?"
The grins on their faces said even more than that, and Seth got the feeling he was missing something. Then he remembered; there was another contest, the Pokémon Muscle Contest, very much like the one for humans, usually held the day after the Muscle Contest. He'd watched it a couple of times before, and it was an impressive thing to behold. But that meant that, just hours from now, the locker room was going to be swarming with strong, muscular Pokémon of all shapes and sizes...and he'd heard rumors about the Master Muscle having a secret victory party afterwards...perhaps this was what they meant by that?
He couldn't help but feel excited as Machoke climbed over him and lined himself up for his next round. This victory celebration is definitely worth the effort.