The Brothel
#1 of Just a Series of Things
You'd have to ask my friend to make me make more.
I made this pairing for a brothel for a friend of mine named Sinful(yes even IRL). Yet another M/M.
But this time, it's all Pokemon~...
I'll write an extended version for my own series of cum-filled smut. :P
I have another, but I'll keep that under wraps until the old C-Boi stereotype is calmed down.
For all people, being fat meant you let yourself go. You gave up on looking good and focused on stuffing your face or muzzle with food until you were full hours later.
That wasn't Bruce's case. He just wore his fat well.
This Pokemon, Bruce, was a bipedal Hippowdon with a gut people could punch and give him a quick tickle. He adored his body fat, as it was nice and malleable to the touch. But in any case, he walked inside the famed Pokemon Brothel, tool box and tool belt on hand for his current job.
An electrician. Get it?
"Welcome to the Pokemon Brothel, sir! Who may you be craving today?" the front desk lady called to Bruce.
He walked up to her, his belly touching the desk first before he did. "Yeah, I got a call about a fritzy TV in one of the rooms..."
"Oh! That must be Harold. Poor guy loves his programs when he's not busy with clients..." The lady typed away on her computer before reaching behind her to grab a key.
"Yep. He sounded very serious over the phone." Bruce noted, seeing how some of the patrons in the lobby would glance at him and his choice of wear. He only smiled to himself. He was just fine wearing daisy does and a special set of underwear. Being shirtless in a heatwave was pretty common these days.
"Here you go!" She handed him a key for Room 110. "Just down the hall and up the super-floor stairs."
"Thanks miss." Bruce pocketed the key and walked off, heaving his tool box while wiping his brow. Despite being a Ground type made for this weather, he could still sweat. The room was a fair trip away, and he was there in under two minutes. He opened the door and man did he wish there was some form of A/C.
On the bed rested a Beartic, that tuft of fur on its lower torso and that polar white fur couldn't be mistaken, who seemed to be playing around with a mini Hail.
"Hey there." Bruce called, getting the bear's attention. "You Harold?"
"Mhm...Guess you're here to fix my TV?"
"Yep! I hope you don't mind if I change out of this, right?" Bruce gestured to his daisy does as he put his tool box and belt down.
Harold raised an eyebrow. It's not that hot out, is it? "Uh...Not now please."
Bruce shrugged. "If you say so." Then, the Hippowdon walked over to the electronic appliance in question. "So, could you tell me what's actually wrong with the TV? You weren't specific over the phone."
"Look man, I-", Harold paused as Bruce got down on his knees, bending to get behind the TV to check its circuits, "-uh...told you. Whenever I flick a channel, it's pretty much static. And sometimes at random, the TV would just flick through channels at random and won't switch back no matter how many times I press the channel button..."
"Ah...I think I know what it is..." Bruce reached for the tool box, his straining shorts starting to slip a bit. He grabbed a screwdriver and started unscrewing the bolts that held the TV together as a whole. "The functioning circuits for channel surfing must be shot. I'll have to try and move some wires around till you get a new breaker."
"Fuck..." Harold cursed.
"Oh, I'm sure you would~..." Bruce giggled, feeling the material of his shorts slip past his waistline and reveal his choice of undergarments-a black, skin-tight speedo. Because of his weight, it practically dipped in completely in his crack. Harold noticed and tried to look away, lest he start getting ideas too.
"So...How much would a new one cost...?" Harold asked when Bruce took apart the back of the TV to look at it.
"You'll be looking at...", Bruce paused to lean in closer for a better look, "about $300 or so."
"Dammit...I'd have to step my game up for tips then...Thanks for the info..." Harold groaned, thinking he might have to do something freaky for the cash quick. The Secret Lives of The Three Anomalies was riding on this...Uh...Harold took a sniff of the air and almost gagged. The room was reeking of musk! He held a paw over his nose as he glared at the obvious culprit.
"Dude, are you serious!?" he yelled.
"What?" Bruce asked as he looked from within the TV. "Is the TV still being fritzy?"
"No! When was the last time you...showered!? Arceus!" Harold may seem serious, but in all honestly it was a ploy to hide something he was guilty about.
"Oh that? Come on man, it's just some manly sweat. It's hot as a desert outside."
"But you're a Ground type!"
"Doesn't mean I can't sweat. And speaking of sweat..." Bruce reached down, unzipping his fly before slipping out of his daisy does. They latched onto his ankles, but he reached down and threw them off somewhere behind him. "I guess I'm almost naked for this job. Hehehe~..." He returned to the TV.
Harold had to hold back throttling Bruce for what he did. The shorts on his muzzle blanketed his vision and flooded his nostrils with the smell of a very potent man who perspires a lot. Hoping the Hippowdon wasn't listening, Harold took deep whiffs of the daisy does, taking in that scent. It stirred his loins to life and his sheath began to unfurl. When the scent disappeared, he turned back to Bruce, who was still examining the TV with his ass to him.
That speedo was basically a thin ice blockade from his real goal, and might Harold say that this guy had a nice, plump one..._Very nice..._Bruce had just backed up to grab something out of his tool box when he felt cool paws rest themselves on either of his exposed butt cheeks,prompting another giggle out of him.
"I see someone's finally taking that hint~..." When the Beartic grabbed at the waistband to his underwear, Bruce helped him by sliding it down enough to reveal his dark-colored crevice. He patted his rump as if inviting Harold to just go ahead and fuck him, but the Beartic had other plans. Which were made evident when Bruce felt his cheeks being spread and a cold, slimy, prehensile muscle lick his ass crack from bottom to top.
He shuddered, his natural weakness to Ice making that lick all the more chilling. He heard a loving growl behind him, so he assumed the taste was to his own liking. Then, Harold went a bit further and shoved his muzzle right where Bruce's tight pucker would be, sniffing in the scent it exuded with fervor. Bruce only chuckled and let his head hang, seeing that he met someone else who's addicted to musk.
It was a per norm with him. He's fat, he sweats a lot, he's gay, and it all ends up to someone who's also gay getting in his ass with their face instead of their dick. It's grown from annoying to routine with him...and might he say he hasn't stop liking it yet. Seeing big guys who'd normally just take what they want drop down on their knees to get a whiff of his butt and taste his sweaty cheeks and balls...Most go for the balls...
Harold wasted no more time sniffing and pushed his tongue inside, go up until an inch of it remained outside. Mainly,he wanted to see those sphincter muscles clench on him, invite him inside and making his journey into another man's butt harder yet all the more worth it. He slurped around, getting even more musky flavors. Nothing too earthy, and he thanked Arceus above that Bruce was a clean one. His paw pads rubbed along his fat cheeks roughly, lightly scraping along the rough, sandy texture they had and squeezing them to see just how much they mold into his paws. Not did they fit, they jiggled when he let go, making his member jump to his furred stomach in arousal before he continue to tongue-fuck the Hippowdon.
Bruce wasn't quiet up ahead. He gasped and groaned and moaned whenever Bruce did something that let to his butt being further explored. His arms were turning into noodles from all the cool pleasures rising from his anus, and if that big bear didn't stop soon, he might cum in his speedo. And as much as that was kinky, he didn't want his co-workers thinking he was some sort of pervert.
Finally, after enduring a few minutes of utter worship that would have left him cold all over, Bruce felt Harold pull away from his rectum and up from his knees. That throbbing cock he felt hot dog between his fat ass cheeks was needy of some release, and Bruce would be sure to deliver. He wiggled again, trying to get that surprisingly hot flesh pointed at his hole instead of his back, and his efforts were met with paws roughly grabbing him till he held still and a cock being shoved firmly up his ass without warning.
"W-whoa...Someone's...e-eager..." That was the only word Bruce could come up for with this as Harold literally started pounding him like it was his last day on earth. His belly came into contact with the Hippowdon's butt with every thrust, smacking his balls with the Beartic's and providing quite the stimulus. Harold's paws went back to Bruce's butt and squeezed them, claws and all, before slapping one.
The surprise sting almost had Bruce yelp, but he kept quiet, lest the horny bear go too far and start putting something cold into the mix. The Hippowdon's own cock was leaking gritty precum all over the floor and soon accumulated into a puddle underneath him. He grunted with every lust-driven plunge of that bear cock in his ass, feeling it spread him open. Good thing this wasn't a dog or he'd be in for it wit a knot. Although, Harold's cock base was wider than the rest of the length so that was a good substitute.
They screwed for an hour, Bruce being fucked into climax quadrice * with Harold only once due to his lasting endurance. The Beartic was well on his way to his last one when Bruce fell to the floor, face first into a rising puddle of his own cum. His tongue lay lolled to the side, his euphoria evident by how he moaned like a bitch ready to be bred. Not that this deterred Harold, as he kept pounding the Hippowdon into submission. Mind-blowing submission in fact.
The Beartic's member throbbed once more, and finally he came, shoving his member balls deep so that all of it stayed inside. The relatively cool semen made Bruce shudder as it came to rest in his gut and made him look even more fat. Harold yanked out, leaving Bruce's yawning asshole to leak out a small stream of jizz to land on the floor or his legs when he dared to move again.
"T-there...a nice cream filling for a fat cake..." Harold grumbled, seeing the splatter that remained on Bruce's crack where he pulled out.
"I can't leave like this. The guys at work won't let me live it down for months!" Bruce griped, feeling the ache of just having your ass rutted hit him hard.
"Not my problem. You're the one with the chubby ass and sweaty crack."
"Well could you at the least clean me?" Bruce got on his hands again, still on his knees as he waited for Harold's answer.
"Ugh...Fine..." Harold went to grab a towel for the cum on the floor before returning to Bruce. "You're lucky you're fat..."
Like I said, to all those who likes this, I'll write an extended version as to let you know every sexy detail that really happened between these two.
;)
*-I couldn't find a better word for four times as much, so I used that.
Moncheli!