He’d bury his head in the ground if he could.  Once again, Bob found himself pinned under the heaving body of his father, Rydel, and though he hated it, he felt his own cock leaking precum onto the ground.  His dad was laughing along with his two friends.  You could smell the alcohol all throughout the cave.  Both of Rydel’s friends had brought a son for the night of uninterrupted pounding.  Sniv, a slimy Frogadier with a penchant for the nasty, had his cock buried in his Froakie son.  He didn’t seem to be squirming or groaning as much as Bob, in fact, he seemed to be enjoying it.  The Froakie had his tongue spilling onto the ground with his eyes bleary as he moaned.  His voice wasn’t desperate and tinged with fear like Bob’s was.  He was in deep throes of pleasure.  On Bob’s other side was the stout Dewott, simply called Watt, who was repositioning his cock before jamming back up his boy’s hole.  The Oshawott seemed to be a bit of a screamer, crying out with every shove of his dad’s cock up his hole.  He yelled really embarrassing things like, “Oh yes daddy!” and “Harder papa!”, Bob couldn’t even imagine being so...excited.  

There was a game at hand.  In front of each of the sons was a little food bowl full of...well there wasn’t a pleasant way to say it, each dad had filled a bowl with their cum.  Bob didn’t want to know how many cumshots it had taken to fill each one, or how long they’d sat out.  Bob’s dad gave his rump a smack and said, “Alright boys, give it a taste.  You gotta guess whose cum is in your bowl or you lose.”  Bob really wanted to refuse, but he knew his dad.  He was an angry man, and you didn’t deny him.  Bob grimaced and obeyed.  His tongue dipped into the cum. His lips kissed the surface, and he sucked it into his mouth.  It was gross.  It was so thick and salty, and it covered his entire mouth.  It was a very unpleasant taste, but he luckily knew one thing.  That wasn’t his daddy’s.

So he had a 50/50 shot.  He had to think, but while he was going over the points in his head, both of the sons next to him gave an answer.  “Daddy’s!” the Oshawott cheered.  Bob wrinkled his nose, still not sure what was wrong with that Oshawott.  “It’s...dad’s…” the Froakie managed to say between moans.  Now Bob felt really confused, especially after both of them were confirmed right.  He’d assumed there was one bowl of cum for each father, but now both his choices were taken.  He knew, even if he was ashamed to know, this bowl of cum wasn’t dad’s.  It was too...greasy...fishy...it didn’t have that strange meaty taste.  Based on how gross he knew Sniv was, he guessed, “It’s Sniv’s!”

A disappointed growl came between Rydel’s teeth.  “You fucking dumbass, that’s Watt’s.”  Bob couldn’t believe how embarrassed he was to guess the cum wrong, what a stupid thing to feel dumb over.  The boys next to him cheered and taunted him a bit, but Bob was more worried about being the loser.  Now that he’d gotten it wrong, the other two dads slowed down, working their boy’s holes at a snail’s pace.  Meanwhile, Rydel barreled his hips forward and started reaming Bob’s ass.  Bob was already sore, but now a cry of pain was forced from his lips.  Dad wasn’t having any mercy, Bob’s raw ass was getting drilled.  That was their game, loser’s Dad had to fuck their son harder, first one to cum is the ultimate loser.

Rydel stayed strong, ramming his son for another good few minutes before he was allowed to slow down.  He managed to keep it in, but the red in his cheeks made it clear he was a lot closer to cumming than he wanted to be.  “Don’t fuck up again, Bob.”  Bob could hear the red-hot fury of his embarrassed father.  Rydel was not one to be shown up.  Lucky for Bob, he had time to prove himself.  The perverted games had just begun.   Bob really couldn’t believe the energy that went into making a game out of this strange tradition.  The dad’s all smelled; of sex, and alcohol, and piss, and the cave did nothing to stymy it.  Bob was starting to feel sick.  Now his head, and his ass hurt.

The next game served as a reminder that three perverts were coming up with the ideas.  Rydel grabbed a handful of something off a table and tossed one onto each of the boy’s heads.  It was instantly recognizable, the smell of unwashed underwear.  “This should be familiar.  Same game, whose underwear did you get?”

Bob grimaced.  He lost the last one, and this was the same game, but with smell.  He was confident he’d recognize his dad’s ass if it was his, but he doubted he’d be so lucky.  The sons took the garments in their hands, sliding their snouts along the damp fabric, the Froakie even giving it a long lick, and they all puzzled their mind for who could own these.

A familiarity knocked at the back of Bob’s head.  This wasn’t his father’s, that was clear, but it was someone he knew.  Froakie mumbled to himself before answering that it was “Mr. Rydel’s.”  Sure enough, Bob looked over and saw the blue-striped jock his Dad wore on occasion.  He needed the support for rough activity, he'd said.  Froakie was in the clear.  Bob felt the fog in his mind clearing and finally saw who these boxers belonged to.  “It’s my babysitter...uhhh...the Wartortle, right?”

Rydel nodded, the furrow of his brow telling Bob he was safe...for now.  Oshawott was last, and after nuzzling at the stretched out thong for a bit, he was prodded for an answer.  “I don’t know, Papa!” he blurted.  Watt didn’t look too upset, but he still gave his boy a smack on the ass before yelling, “That’s the guy from the market stall that sat on you cause you were too small to see.  The Blastoise?”  

Oshawott nodded, “Oh yeah!!”

Bob really didn’t understand how chipper the Oshawott was.  What on earth was he missing?  Watt gave his son a rough pounding, and halfway through a moan, Oshawott’s voice broke into a cry of pain.  Looks like something broke.  Watt didn’t let up.  His hands were gripping Oshawott’s shoulders as he forced himself deeper.  He worked with such speed, the friction enough must have been tearing the boy’s ass wider than it ever should have been.  Bob felt bad, but a part of him was relieved.

The games continued for far longer than Bob wanted.  All of the dads were sexual deviants and had come well-prepared with years of stamina Boblt up.  They were rock hard but in control.  They refused to lose this little game.  Bob was screwing the games up the most.  He’d been suppressing memories all his life, and a lot of these games relied on things Bob had put away forever.  He couldn’t remember whose foot tasted like what or how many times he’d been fucked since last week.  The other two seemed more than happy with their situation, and they creamed Bob in just about every category.  Every loss was another lengthy attack on his raw hole, and he dreaded the minutes as they dragged on.

Bob was a little better at the more...physical challenges.  The sons were all moved into a position where they sat on their dad’s lap.  “First to bounce on daddy’s cock fifty times is the winner.  Last place gets rammed, go!”  Bob shut his eyes.  He knew he had to win.  It would be a lot easier to bounce on his own terms than to let Rydel fuck him as hard as he could.  At the word, “Go!” Bob grabbed his dad’s chest and started working his hips up and down.  Bob was so loose, he had an easier time sliding up and down his daddy’s cock.  Oshawott was younger, his hole still too tight to make long strides quick and easy.  Every bounce Oshawott gave was punctuated by a shrill moan, a cry for ‘papa,’ and his legs quivered as he moved.

The Froakie was really enjoying himself, so much that he was moving low and slow.  He looked up at his dad, his eyes blinking slowly like little butterfly kisses.  Him and his pop let their tongues tangle, and did their strange frog kissing as Froakie slid up and down.  Bob didn’t interact with his dad.  He tried his very hardest to get it over with.  Every bounce he counted out, his eyes were shut tight, and he worked as hurried as he could.  Finally, he opened his eyes and yelled, “Fifty!” on the last count before collapsing on his dad.  Rydel was biting his lip, trying hard not to blow his load and finally let out a sigh of relief when Bob stopped.  Oshawott managed to finish second, and Sniv and his boy enjoyed the remainder of their ride.  Froakie sighed, “Fifty..” and once he did, Sniv grabbed his shoulders and started ramming him hard.

Rydel and Watt lazily humped their sons, their rock hard cocks only pulsing more as they watched Sniv ram his son.  Froakie seemed to lose himself, his muscles completely relaxing as he collapsed on his dad.  Sniv held his son tight to his stomach and gave his all as the seconds ticked by.  He looked like he was really close.  Bob was staring at Sniv’s expression, hoping any second now these games would be over.

The time ran out, and Sniv let out a held breath as he was allowed to slow down.  “Try a bit harder, kid,” Sniv chided his son.  “Right, Dad,” Froakie responded.  He gave his pop a kiss on the tummy.  Bob didn’t understand all the affection the other two had for their dads.  The fathers moved their boys, so they were on their back.  They were all lined up, legs spread, dads each working their boy’s holes and oozing precum in them.  “Next game.  Which boy shoots last.”  Each dad grabbed their son’s cock and started jerking them.  

Rydel’s calloused hand felt rough against Bob’s slippery cock.  The friction was driving him wild, making his foot twitch.  Bob’s mouth opened, and his tongue slipped out the side of his maw.  His tails wagged a bit.  He really couldn’t help how good it felt.  The other two boys were more vocal, moaning and blurting out little quips as their dads rubbed their cocks and humped them.  Bob focused.  By remembering who was rubbing him, all of the abuse over the years and the pain he’d endured, he made the situation a lot less pleasurable.  He looked at his dad with a grimace, all of his power trained on not being the first to cum.  Bob bit his lip.  His Dad was giving him a challenging look.  Rydel was doing his best, rubbing Bob’s cock expertly, his hand sliding up and down and then focusing the tip.  Bob was pretty sure his dad wanted him to lose.  It sounded like something he would do.  Bob flopped back against the ground, throwing his arm over his eyes, so he couldn’t see.  He had to focus.  He put himself in another place, leaving his body behind as he delved into his mind.  In the distance, he heard the other two boys squealing and gasping for air.  He could feel them shiver against the stone floor of the cave and smell the sweat from their brow.  Bob let himself drift further away until he didn’t need to focus so much anymore.  He was in another place entirely.

He was taken out of his stupor by the gasping sound of the Oshawott.  He opened his eyes and looked to his left.  The Oshawott’s rather small cock was twitching and jumping.  Finally, Bob almost had to squint to see it, Oshawott shot a little splatter of cum.  Instantly, Watt grabbed his boy and gave him another reckoning, this time picking Oshawott off the ground.  He grabbed his sides and started using him like a fleshlight, pulling the son off his cock before slamming him back on.  Bob could see juices sliding down the Dewott’s cock before dripping onto the floor.

Bob was glad it wasn’t him again, and once Sniv shot a quiet load on his right, Rydel let go.  “You’ll cum for me later,” he said.  Why did it sound like a threat?  Bob gazed ahead as Watt slammed his son over and over.  All of the pent-up energy was coming out in brutal thrusting motions.  Bob took the time to relax, the slow grind of his dad’s cock up his ass almost...peaceful now.  It had been a long time since the games began, but the dads were all very proud men.  They refused to give in.  Watt and his son fell to the ground when the time was up.  The Dewott was clenching his teeth.  He’d fought hard not to lose there.  Bob noticed a change in pitch from Oshawott.  His moans of pleasure had become a shrill cry of pain.

Watt grabbed his son and pulled him off.  Watt's bulbous knot tugged and tugged until it dragged Oshawott’s asshole out.  The son’s hole was splayed wide-open.  It was red, pulsing, and some parts that were supposed to be inside were now out.  A puffy red prolapse dripping juices and blood hung out of Oshawott’s hole.  Tears flowed down his cheeks as he dealt with the pain, and Watt’s rigid cock was shining with a coat of blood.  Bob’d been broken many times before, but he still winced and took his eyes off the sight.

	“Don’t be a pussy.” Watt growled before burying his cock in that sore ass.  The son cried out, wiggling and squirming.  His voice was tinged with panic until his dad slapped him across the face.  He knocked the fight out of him.  Oshawott shut up and sniveled as his dad went back to the usual pace.

	“First time?” Rydel asked.

	“Yeah, never got his hole to do that before now..” Watt said between grunts.

	Bob reflected on his worst experiences for a moment before shaking them away.  He was lucky that every time he was fucked it was easier than the last.  

“Alright, we’re out of games.  Nobody choked and blew their load, so we’re going into sudden death.”

Bob did not like the name of that.  All of the sons were flipped, dragged, and forced to hold themselves up on all fours.  Oshawott was still shaking and crying, but his dad’s hands on his hips made sure he didn’t fall.  “Doggy style, sprint pace, no stopping until everyone cums.  First-to-cum’s son is the ultimate loser.”

All of the cocks were positioned against holes.  Bob swallowed and winced in preparation.  “Go.”  The Dad’s all shoved their hips forward.  Bob gasped, once again treated to his father’s throbbing cock as it rammed inside him.  Rydel pulled out just as fast, and the pace was set.  Every thrust slammed Rydel's hips against Bob’s ass, and he already felt an ache in his bones.  Bob grit his teeth, trying to relax so his ass didn’t tighten and give his dad more pleasure.  He had to finish last.  He heard the sobbing of Oshawott, the primal grunting of his dad, and the shared pleasure of the Frogadier and Froakie.  Rydel was growling.  His teeth were clenched and he was bent forward over Bob.  “You lost too much,” he grunted in Bob’s ear, “I’m so fucking close and you’re gonna be the bitch.  It’s all your fault.”

Bob felt his heart jump.  Rydel was losing control.  He rammed Bob so hard he collapsed on the ground.  Rydel started fucking Bob’s crumpled body, pinning him to the ground with his full weight.  Rydel’s growl turned into a primal roar, and his knot held him inside Bob for only a second.  Rydel ripped out the knot and fucked him with it.  Bob’s hole was forced to stretch twice as wide, and he screamed with his mouth against the stone floor.  With a slam, Bob jabbed his cock deep in his boy and gushed cum in his guts.

Bob felt the hot river of seed and cried out.  The cry was full of panic, fear, and frustration.  He’d tried his best, but his dad came first.  Watt had his hand over his kid’s mouth and used his tail as a handle as he finished.  He buried his cock in his sobbing son and filled his bloody guts with cum.  Sniv, with beautiful control, gave in right after he realized he won.  He pumped his hips, and Froakie moaned happily as his dad filled him with cum.

“Fuck..god damnit Bob, you’re worthless,” Rydel grunted.  He stood up, and Bob was pulled up by his knot for a moment before he slid off and fell to the ground.  “Welp, guess it’s Bob.  Get those cocks ready again.”  Sniv and Watt grinned as they came off their orgasm and got ready for round two.  As the loser, Bob was supposed to get dominated by all three dads, while Oshawott and Froakie watched.  Bob had been used many times, but he could never get used to having two cocks up his ass.  

He turned his body and stared up.  Like three giants, the dads rubbed their cocks over him, leaking the remnants of cum they’d yet to spill.  They weren’t gods, after their orgasm, they all went flaccid at one time or another, but it was only minutes before they’d managed to work themselves up again.  Froakie and Oshawott were resting, both glad for the break.  They were just happy they weren’t Bob at the moment.  Once Rydel was carrying around a hard cock, he grabbed some rope from a table.  He pulled it tight and growled, “Hands behind your back.”  Bob rolled over onto his stomach and obeyed.  His father wrapped the rope around his arms and made a tight knot.  Bob couldn’t move his hands at all.  It was more for the look of it as Bob was already broken and would never struggle.  He’d been in situations where he thought he might die, and even at that point, he’d obeyed.

Rydel pressed his cock against Bob’s skin.  It felt hot, and his dad rubbed it up and down as he snarled, “Do you even feel it anymore?  You’re such a whore, I’m not sure if you can feel just one dick up your ass.”  Rydel grabbed Bob around the middle and held him against his chest.  Then his dad lay down with Bob on top, facing away from him.  Watt towered over Bob as Rydel lined up his cock.  He seemed to laugh at Bob before he got into position too, and now two throbbing dicks were moments away from entering him.  Bob was so scared that he didn’t notice Sniv had moved to his side.  Sniv straddled Bob, his feet on each side of Rydel’s frame, and his cock bounced in front of Bob’s snout.  A drop of precum oozed onto his cheek, and Bob winced when it went by his eye.

Bob hated punishment more than anything.  He opened his mouth.  Sniv let out a croak as he held his cock.  He pushed it up to Bob’s lips, and Bob started kissing and licking the tip of his tapered cock.  Sniv tilted his head up and sighed.  “Feels good…” he breathed.  Bob almost bit down, however, when Rydel and Watt finished a silent countdown and rammed both their cocks up Bob’s raw hole.  Bob’s scream was muffled by Frogadier cock, and his eyes went from shut tight to wide open.

His backside had gone from loose and pulsing to stretched wide in a matter of moments.  Those two cocks split him wider than he’d gone in a long time, and he could feel the skin stretching until it screamed at Bob to stop.  He was in horrible burning pain, but no one would stop for him.  Rydel and Watt pistoned their cocks in and out of Bob’s hole at a ravenous pace.  Working together, they made it easier and easier to force themselves in and out of Bob, their cocks rubbing against each other’s only adding to the pleasure.

	Bob finally caught his breath, but just when it seemed like everything would be easier from here, Sniv pinched his snout shut and grinned.  He started forcing his cock down Bob’s throat, choking him easily as he fought Bob’s gag reflex.  Bob had no way to breathe, and his body couldn’t take it.  Bob spit-up all over Sniv’s cock, his crotch getting a coating of acid and saliva.  It came out of Bob’s nose and he teared up from the burning sensation in his nostrils as he struggled for air.  Once Bob went purple, Sniv let go, and Bob caught a breath as snot came out of his nose.  Sniv didn’t let up for long, and pretty soon Bob had a throat full of cock once more.

	All of the pain, the awful sensations, dulled over time.  As the dads took the loser from all sides, making sure he could never forget this night, Bob closed his eyes and pushed himself to another place.  Soon the dad’s were just fucking a limp body, and Bob was watching from the outside.  This was his only escape, he’d dulled himself to all the pain, and now he was away.  He watched.  He saw the primal nature in their eyes, the way their tongues slid across their lips and the animal movement in their hips.  Something had gone wrong in their minds.  Somewhere along the way to becoming good men, all of these people had turned into monsters.  Bob didn’t want to be like them.  He didn’t know if he’d get the chance to grow up like them at this rate anyway.

	He came to reality by the sound of a hiss.  A warm trickle was pouring down his throat, and a froth was flooding onto his tongue.  Sniv had his tongue wrapped around Bob’s nose as he pissed down his throat, and Bob tried to hack and cough the bitter taste away.  He couldn’t breathe, and the natural reaction from his body if he couldn’t expel the fluid was to swallow.  He felt sick, his stomach still warm for a minute from all the yellow-orange urine.  

	With his senses restored, he could feel numbness in his hole.  This usually happened when the friction of his dad’s raw cock had rubbed him dry.  He was probably stretched so wide he was bleeding, but he’d been rubbed so much he couldn’t feel anything back there.  Bob was embarrassed that he didn’t mind so much when it was like this.  Once the pain was gone, there was a part of him that felt relaxed with something...down there.  

	Bob’s eyes slid over to the sound of sobbing.  He spotted the Oshawott, touching his raw hole that was still inside-out a bit.  Oh yeah, Bob could remember how much that stung.  All the nights his dad had popped his knot out too fast because he had to go do something else.  Now Bob could get fucked by that massive knot and his hole would work in and out happily.  The Froakie whispered something in the Oshawott’s ear, and, with a nod, Oshawott rolled over.  He shut his eyes tight as Froakie put his mouth between Oshawott’s cheeks.

	Froakie blew frubbles against Oshawott’s raw hole.  Bob knew how those felt, they were smooth and relaxing, like foamy lotion.  Oshawott’s sobbing became quiet, and while tears slid down his cheeks, he seemed to calm.  Froakie pushed his tongue inside Oshawott’s ruined hole and worked the prolapse back inside.  He was an expert with tongue-work, Bob wondered if he could tie knots.  Froakie finished the repair with a long lick and swallowed the mix of ass, semen, and blood.  Bob shuddered, even though he was glad Oshawott probably felt better.

Even though Bob was dulled to the pain, he was having trouble getting enough air.  His heart raced as his brain went hazy.  His vision was like a strobe light, the dim light from outside was guarded by Sniv’s body with every thrust.  He could see the details fade away as he went tunnel vision.  He heard Watt and his dad grunting, and he felt them ram both of their knots inside him together. His hole split open and Bob cried out as he freely bled from his torn hole.  They came together, flooding his guts with their seed, and Bob gagged on cock, threw up, and asphyxiated on his own vomit.

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“Kid…”

Bob turned his head away from the voice.  His eyes shut tight for a moment.  God, he had a bad headache.  He recognized the voice, but couldn’t place it.

“Boy!”

Bob felt hot breath against his muzzle.  He opened one eye and caught a blurry vision of someone.  He was dark blue and yellow with a halo of fire around him.  “Am I...dead…?” Bob rasped.  He blinked his eyes, each time his vision cleared up a bit more until he recognized the man.  It was Griff, the Typhlosion from the hospital.  Sure enough, Bob felt the crinkle of a hospital bed beneath his back and the dull sense that he was drugged.  An IV was in his arm pumping him full of something, maybe morphine?

“Someone missed me and came to see me!” Griff said.  Bob groaned and turned his head away.  Griff kept talking anyway like Bob was an old friend or something.  “I got a nasty infection and got sent back here again.  It’s like fate or something, kid!”  Bob could smell Griff.  It wasn’t a good smell.  Bob felt his stomach churn a little.  He smelled like the underside of a nutsack that had been marinating for years.  “Ugh…”

Bob looked at Griff with hazy eyes.  He had a big grin on his face, one that spoke to Bob of malevolence and sadism.  Bob’s eyes slid away and looked at his own body.  He had bandaging all around his backside.  Next to his bed was an oxygen tank that was attached to his snout.  The IV was periodically releasing a dose of clear liquid.  “You took a real beating,” Griff said, “I watched you come in and get stitched up.  You must have a daddy just as mean as me!”

Griff still seemed to be under the impression Bob liked this sort of treatment.  “Him and his friends...I wish they’d just killed me," Bob said.  Bob wasn’t sure if he believed his own words, but he cried silently as he wished for death.  Griff’s smile turned to a grimace.  He furrowed his brow and took a moment to himself.  Bob wondered what he was thinking about.  He hoped it wasn’t some new way to hurt him.

Bob spent many days in the hospital recovering.  He didn’t undergo any more abuse during his stay, and he relished the hours of peace.  The morphine kept his spirits high, and he kept his mind off home.  Griff and Bob had stilted conversations where the Typhlosion talked until Bob said something that put him off.  Bob wasn’t sure why Griff was concerned at all, he’d been just as mean last time he was at the hospital.  He shouldn’t care, he was a sadist just like all the other men in Bob’s life.

A nurse told Bob he’d be going home in a few days.  Bob knew it was inevitable and took the news quietly.  He’d survive, he always survived, and he’d find a way to get out of the aquarium.
    
	Griff had been talking to Bob less the past few days.  He’d taken interest in a Drowzee on the other side of the infirmary.  Bob knew he should worry for the other pokemon, but he was just glad it wasn’t him.  He’d enjoyed his time away from dad, but it was time to move on.

	The next few days, the doctor’s made sure Bob was no longer in pain, could walk by himself, and wasn’t feeling any further side effects.  Bob still ached, but it was manageable.  He was taken to a camo-patterned vehicle on the day of his release.  The nurse who wheeled him out opened the back doors of the van.  Bob’s eyes opened wide, and he mouthed a ‘no’ once he saw what was inside.

	“Hey kid!” Griff said with a big grin.

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	Bob made a few logical leaps, but he was pretty sure the reason Griff had been schmoozing that Drowzee was so he would use his psychic powers for Griff.  Griff was excited enough by his plan that he ended up spilling the beans anyway.

	“So I get this Drowzee to do anything I want, right?  He’s so ugly, anyone giving him attention could bend him over their knee, and he’d probably call them daddy.  Anyway, I get him to do stuff for me, and well, with his hypnosis he took care of the staff.  That’s when I snuck in, found your hospital release form and changed where they were sending you back.  Now you’re a Safari pokemon!”

	Bob wasn’t sure how to take the news.  Was this a good thing, or was he just going from worse to worser?  Griff always sat uncomfortably close to Bob.  He was a literal heater, and Bob felt himself sweating like a Grumpig in rut.  Griff often put an arm around Bob and held him against his chest.  Griff was really furry, and Bob did feel a little good when he put his cheek against his scruffy chest.  The hospital was Boblt for the safari zone and the aquarium, so the drive was not long.  After bouncing around in the vehicle for twenty minutes, it came to a stop, and the hospital staff opened the back doors.

	The area they were in looked like an ancient volcano.  It must be inactive, or at least it hadn’t erupted in a long time, because it was populated by beautiful foliage.  The air smelt of sulfur though, and Bob crinkled his snout.  Once Griff and Bob were on their feet, the hospital staff continued on without them.  Griff grinned at Bob before picking him up.  He held him as easily as a baby, and Bob felt embarrassed as Griff secured Bob’s butt on his arm.  “My kid’s gonna be excited to see you.”

	The staff had dropped them off close to Griff’s den.  A black tunnel made of fragile stone dug into the side of the mountain, and the smell of sulfur was soon met with a new one.  As they entered Griff’s den, Bob could smell the signs of a man’s living space.  That overbearing smell of sweat, body odor, and poor hygiene made Bob wish he was back outside where the air was at least sort of fresh.  Griff’s home wasn’t furnished besides a nest made of palm leaves.  Suddenly, the leaves moved, and a Quilava popped his head out of the top.  “Papa!” he shouted.

	Bob felt a little relief.  If this Quilava liked his dad, then maybe he wasn’t so bad.  Then again, some people were just weird.  That Froakie had really enjoyed all the sex and abuse, and Bob still had trouble wrapping his head around it.  Griff picked Quilava up in his other arm and said, “My boy!” in a voice that echoed around the cave.

	“This is Bob, he’s been my hospital buddy.”  Bob gave a shy wave with a half smile.  “H-hi.”

The Quilava gave Bob a quick peck on the snout.  Bob was so surprised he jumped and leaned back.  He felt his weight shift and he let out a yelp as he almost fell off Griff’s arm.  Griff laughed and said, “Bob isn’t used to all the affection we share, but we can teach him.” Bob was nervous, but he felt...a little better than he did at home.

“So first...when daddy gets home I give him lots of licks and kisses.”

Quilava started smooching his dad’s big neck and cleaning his fur with his tongue.  Bob, while not excited to, gave it a try.  He was used to being punished for not following.  He kissed Griff’s chest and even gave a little lick.  His fur tasted dirty, and he got some stuck on his tongue.  Bob tried to spit the little bits of fur out, but it was stuck.  It was going to bug him all night if he couldn’t get it off.  He rubbed his paw on his tongue, while Griff and Quilava laughed at his plight.

“As long as you can find other ways to enjoy me, you don’t have to get fur in your mouth.” Griff laughed.

Bob looked up after he was done rubbing his tongue, but did a double take when his eyes slide past Quilava.  Griff’s son had a huge cock, and it was hard and throbbing.  He was dribbling a trail of precum on his dad’s stomach already.  Bob had underestimated how much Quilava would be...happy with his lot in life.  Now that he thought about it, Griff wasn’t like his dad.  Griff didn’t make Bob do something because it hurt Bob.  He was making Bob do stuff because he thought it was something he liked.  Even when Bob first went to the infirmary, he remembered Griff thinking he was some kind of...well someone who enjoys sex a lot more than Bob actually did.

“So kid, we usually spend the afternoon together in this cave.  Quilava picks parts of me he likes and worships them as much as he enjoys.  But you’re the guest, you can pick!”

    Bob’s mouth squirmed a bit.  He wanted to say nothing, he still didn’t know if Griff had a temper hiding under all that fur, and he had experience with obeying every word a dad said.  If he didn’t obey, he’d be punished, that’s how the world worked.  “M-maybe we could uhh...rub your arms?”

	It was the least indecent thing Bob could think of, and he was relieved when both Griff and Quilava said the idea sounded great.  “A good warm up!” Quilava cheered.  Bob held up his paws before taking hold of Griff’s arm.  He was a bit stunned, under that fluff was a rock.  Griff’s arms were a lot stronger than Bob had realized.  He slid his paw up and down his bicep, and Griff bounced his muscles and gave Bob a wink.  Bob...was ashamed that his heart fluttered a little.  Quilava was giving Griff’s muscles kisses while he unconsciously rubbed his lower half against his dad.  Bob was embarrassed every time he spotted Quilava’s cock.  It looked red hot, and it was so much...bigger than Bob’s.  Bob followed suit and kissed Griff’s arms, working up from bicep over tricep and then the shoulders.

	“You’re dirty boys, show daddy what you want.”

	Suddenly, to Bob’s shock, Quilava pried his nose under Griff’s arm.  He’d buried his snout in the Typhlosion’s armpit, and he was huffing it with deep breaths.  Bob didn’t want to seem unenthusiastic, so he stuck to mimicking.  He gulped, telling himself it wouldn’t be so bad, and then pressed his snout into that pit.  It was a jungle of unkempt fur, and the sweat was enough to make his nose feel wet.  Bob took a hesitant sniff.  He smelled like a dude who never showered, with a bit of charcoal grill and roasted marshmallow in there.  But the body odor was mostly overpowered by the smell of a man’s sweaty armpit.  It was hard to describe that, the closest thing would be onion.  Bob wrinkled his nose, but something inside him stirred when he took in that scent, no matter how awful he wanted it to be.  Bob was more relaxed than he’d ever been in a sexual situation, and it was igniting feelings he’d had beaten out of him long ago.

	Bob’s tongue poked out, and he got just a little taste of that sweat.  It wasn’t pleasant, but he felt his cheeks burn up just from the thrill of it.  Bob found himself lost in the scent, so much so that he forgot he was supposed to hate it.  The tip of his cock slid out of his sheath and poked against Griff’s side.  He didn’t point it out, but the Typhlosion grinned when he felt that little Buizel cock rubbing against him.  Bob didn’t notice until he felt a shock up his spine when the tip of his cock rubbed some bristly fur.  He looked at himself with big eyes, and let out a little cry of shock.  Griff scratched the top his head, and Bob’s double tails twirled happily.

	Quilava moved on and was rubbing his dad’s thigh, and Bob followed him once more.  Griff’s legs were powerful, and they were as big around as Bob’s entire body.  He felt a flutter in his chest once more when he nuzzled against that leg, just a little ways away from some more embarrassing bits.  He really let himself explore.  He rubbed his cheek against Griff before taking a gentle whiff.  He could smell a much deeper smell coming from Griff’s crotch...one that made his cock jump a bit.  He felt embarrassed but excited.  Bob’s paw traced the valley between muscles and squeezed the powerful quads under all the fur.  He kept moving until he felt his cheek touch something that made him jump.  He’d rubbed against Griff’s nutsack without realizing, and he was suddenly very nervous.  “Don’t be shy…” Griff said, “No need to be embarrassed.”  

	Bob gulped.  He liked how he was in a little bit of control, and he didn’t want to end up just doing whatever Griff said.  He figured he should just keep going to keep Griff happy.  He wrung his paws nervously as he slowly moved forward.  The air was heavier here, a musty humidity was coming off Griff’s nuts, and Bob couldn’t avoid it.  He smelled so unclean, so wrong, and for some reason, it made Bob throb deep down.  Bob touched his snout to the low-hanging nutsack.  A gentle push showed him the weight of those nuts.  They were hefty for sure.  Bob nuzzled and rubbed and smelled with that strange delight swirling up inside him.  He’d never do something like this.  He always told himself that, and yet here he was, pressed into Griff’s taint with two nuts hanging over the sides of his snout.

	Bob slid his tongue out of his mouth.  Just the tip touched the underside of Griff’s sack, and his whole body shivered.  It was salty, unclean, but set off such intense feelings Bob couldn’t stop himself.  He slid his tongue all the way from the bottom to all along the sack to right under Griff’s sheath.  Bob had been avoiding it, he’d looked away whenever he let himself near, but that sheath was split open, and a fat cock with a quaking knot was erect right over Bob’s head.  Bob vaguely remembered his last experience with it.  He’d been so out of it then, he’d been basically a cum-filled fleshlight for Griff to enjoy.  Now Bob was eyeing that cock with fear and apprehension.  Was his fear of punishment greater than his fear of pain?  Quilava had a paw on his dad’s cock, rubbing up and down the underside of it, right along that long part of the shaft that popped out like a big vein.  It shined in the light that streamed from outside, and it seemed statuesque all erect and proud like it was.

Bob stared up at it while licking nuts for a bit longer before he let his tongue touch the bottom.  There was a part where sheath and cock met, and Bob realized he had made a bold choice a little too late.  Right here was probably the rankest part of Griff’s body.  All of the Bobldup of sexual fluids, sweat, and drops of piss that didn’t quite make it to the ground, had ended up here, dried, coagulated, mixed, and created a nauseating taste that met Bob’s tongue.  Bob held back his gag reflex as tears came to his eyes.  Even Quilava gave him a pitying look.  “Dad needs a bath!” he chided.

Griff laughed and said, “I know my boy loves his big stinky Pop.  You know your dick’s out right?  It’s drooling all over me.”  Quilava just stuck his tongue out at him and laughed.  Bob felt like he was being a bit dramatic, but he really felt like he might pass out from the fumes for a second.  He shook his head and gave his cheek a slap before he came back to Griff’s cock.  He and Quilava put a paw on each side and started rubbing it in sync.

“Ah you nasty boys, you’re just little sluts aching to rub a big cock, eh?” Griff roared with a big menacing smile.  Bob wasn’t sure why, but he wasn’t as scared anymore.  Maybe it was comforting to see how happy Griff’s son was.  Quilava gave the tip of his dad’s cock an open-mouthed kiss and left a string of spit hanging when he came off.  Bob just settled for a quick peck, but he felt red hot where his lips had touched.  Was Griff's cock actually burning hot or was it the heat of embarrassment?  Bob’s paw felt fine, but his lips were still tingling.  He’d just never felt like this before.

Bob’s hips had wandered forward until his cock was pressed against Quilava’s.  At first, Bob had yelped and jumped away, but Quilava assured him it was okay.  He eased into it until the heat of their much smaller cocks were together.  Quilava nearly doubled him, the knot even added an inch, but they were both so dominated by Griff’s colossal dick that Bob didn’t worry too much about it.  They were both just boys in Griff’s eyes.  It felt good to have his dick against something, Bob unconsciously ground against Quilava who was doing the same.  It felt good to have a way to release all his sexual energy, he knew he needed it.  Quilava had taken to kissing the end of his dad’s cock, and Bob felt the need to do the same.  They made out with the tapered end of the cock, their tongues and lips touching.  Bob got all the flavors of cock and Quilava’s mouth at the same time.  A dribble of precum rewarded both of them.  Precum, no matter how gross Bob usually found it, was rather good.  It was sweet, salty, one of the few things about a man that was genuinely delicious without needing you to enjoy nasty things.

Bob and Quilava were soon making out, grinding, and holding each other with Griff’s cock speared between their bodies.  It was insane, Bob would never do something like this, and yet here he was.  Their cocks ended up arranged so Bob’s and Quilava’s nuts were resting against Griff’s, and all of their cocks started at the same point.  By grinding, Bob could feel the heat of both of them against his excitable dick, and it kept jumping and throbbing through the whole experience.  Bob even felt his asshole twitching with desire, something he would not comment on.

Soon enough, Griff’s cock was covered in trails of spit from the sloppy makeout going on around it.  Griff was having trouble talking dirty because the boys were grinding against his knot and licking and rubbing the sensitive tip.  His knot only became more profound, and somehow redder, the longer the boys went.  Finally, his head snapped back and he roared.  Flames and sparks spit out of his back, and the boys got more heated.  They moved faster, more desperately, and the Typhlosion cock jumped while they pressed on it with their bodies.  A shower of cum burst from the tip, spraying into the air and perfectly raining on the boy’s bodies and faces.  Bob looked up just in time to catch a big glob on his tongue, and the semen that would usually make him queasy had him begging for more.  He ran the cum through his mouth, and it coated his whole tongue with salty seed.  Bob put his lips around the tip of the cock and was rewarded with a massive spurt that hit the back of his throat.  He was so turned on he felt his own cock bouncing, but he didn’t have enough stimuli to cum yet.

Quilava gently pushed him off and got a turn filling his mouth with cum before he grabbed Bob by the neck and pulled him into a kiss.  Bob swapped seed with him, and they made out with cum drooling down their chins and onto their sweaty bodies.  They were young and full of sexual needs, and Bob wanted to meet every single one tonight.  What had come over him?  Bob’s tails were stuck up and to the side, and his hole was throbbing.  He really wanted something in there, and he was willing to beg.  “D-daddy…” Bob shook his head and coughed a bit, “R-rifter could you...f-f-f-uck me?” he barely mumbled.  Griff seemed to have super hearing for that situation, and he grabbed Bob from under his arms and held him over the tip of his cock.

	It still stood strong. Cumming didn’t take a big man like Griff down.  Bob had taken it once before in a state of stupor, but he knew this was going to hurt.  It was going to hurt so good, he heard himself think.  Quilava took his dad’s cock and once Bob’s hole was against the tip, Quilava rubbed Bob’s ass in circles with the cock.  The remaining cum oozed out of that proud dick and lubed up Bob for what was to come.  Bob moaned with desire and pleasure before anything was even done, already full of warmth and ecstasy.  He felt the sting as his barely-recovered hole stretched around the tip of that cock, and the challenge only grew as Griff’s cock gained girth.  Every inch was another that Bob wasn’t sure he could physically take, but god it felt so good he would never ask to stop.  His tongue hung from his mouth, and his eyes rolled up to the ceiling.  “F-f-fuck me dad!” he begged, his whole body shaking against Griff’s chest.

	Griff obliged, and with his hands around Bob’s sides, he pulled Bob up and down.  Every time he pushed Bob down just a little further than last time.  Griff’s cock was nearly as tall as Bob was, and it rearranged his whole anatomy as he went further.  He was pushing guts and organs around that had never had a challenge like this before.  Bob felt amazing no matter how much damage Griff did, however, and he was in such ecstasy he couldn’t stop to think about why.

	Bob finally made it to the top of Griff’s knot.  It was hard, the engorged base of his cock had almost no give and would not fit inside Bob without force.  Griff smiled and waited for what he knew was coming.  “Push it in, I need it!” Bob begged, moaning his request against Griff’s neck.  That cock was red hot, buried so deep inside him he could almost taste it again in his mouth.  The throbbing gave him such a weird feeling, his whole body was sending alarms to his head that something was amiss.  But Bob was blocked out from the feeling of fear, because of all the pleasure.

	Griff grabbed Bob’s hips, and Quilava even tried to help.  Together they tried to force Bob down onto that huge undertaking, while Griff grunted and twisted his head.  It was extremely painful to have such a tight boyhole around his cock, and forcing it further only made it that much tighter.  But god it felt powerful, like he was in control.  With an angry thrust of his hip and a forceful slam on Bob’s, Griff popped the knot inside.  Right at that moment, Bob moaned like a newborn ghoul, and his little cock splattered cum between their bodies.  He felt like he was overloaded with pleasure, his entire body violently throwing its weight around as Bob came more than he’d ever before.

	Bob’s eyes had been focused on nothing, and when he came back to reality he was shocked.  Griff had grown a trunk and bleary eyes.  “Drowzee…” he said lazily as he continued to assault Bob’s insides.  Bob felt his gag reflex going mad, and with one thrust Bob’s head was forced up and the tip of Griff’s cock was between his teeth.  He was choking, dying, and all of the pleasure he’d felt before was now pain he’d never experienced.  He tried to scream, but it just came out as a heart-wrenching gargling squeal.  Griff pulled back, just enough that Bob somehow caught a breath, before thrusting again.  Bob’s eyes went wide, all around him the walls were moving, and Drowzees were appearing in things.  The stones were moving, Quilava was rubbing his back with a long trunk, the light was shining on the eyes of a Drowzee with flames coming out of its back.  Bob’s visions got stranger and stranger, and the pain became so great his vision was doubling and tunneling.  Griff came again, his fat knot throbbing against Bob’s hole, and with a thrust, the tip pushed out of Bob’s mouth again.  Cum splattered and oozed out, filling Bob’s mouth and covering the whole threesome in cum.  Bob couldn’t swallow and ended up gargling and drowning in cum.  His last breath was punctuated by a scream before he was gone, gone, gone, and into the dark.

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	The circles around Bob’s eyes were a deep purple when he woke.  He was shocked, he could see his own reflection, and he looked like he’d been dead for a few days or something.  He heard a hiss to his right, and he flipped his head to see Griff.  A chemical spray made Bob cough and look away before Griff said, “Finally up!  God you were a crazy slut last night, never seen a whore so ready to die on dick!”  He sprayed a hyper potion again, and Bob realized he’d been brought back chemically from what was surely a dance with death.

	“What did you do?” Bob shouted.  He’d never felt so angry.  He was himself again.  His memories of that night were all still there, his feelings, the pleasure, the fun, and then that knife twist as he came back to reality.  The pain...the pain made him nearly faint just thinking about it.

	“Well, I wanted you to have fun and be easy.  Drowzee can do a lot more than just help me forge documents.  He helped unlock your inner slut, and you loved it!  Too bad you came so soon, could have had fun the whole night!”

	Bob had been subject to Drowzee every night at the hospital.  While he slept, the pokemon had manipulated his dreams and changed his brain.  Hormones were blocked and encouraged, feelings about father figures were flipped on their head, and sexual desire that he’d never felt before had blossomed.  Bob couldn’t believe he’d been tricked.  He really did think he was just having a wonderful night, that he was finally free of his father and over it.  But once again, an adult in his life had used him for selfish gain.  The pleasure of a bigger man was the only priority in this world, and Bob was furious.  Angry tears ran down his cheeks, and he slammed his paw against the ground.

	“No!” he shouted, a defiant protest against it all.  Griff laughed and said, “No what?”

	Bob felt power inside of him.  A force he’d yet to feel.  He felt it Boblding, and with each heated breath he felt it coming closer and closer to fruition.

	“Your ass is miserable now.  You’re so loose.  I mean I kept playing with it while you were out, but wow, you’re never gonna have fun with that thing again.” Griff laughed.  Bob’s head snapped up, his eyes going from the ground to Griff.  The oaf was laughing himself into a fit, his eyes were closed, and his hands were holding his chest.  He was reveling in the damage he’d caused.  Bob felt the ache of his body, but it didn’t hurt.  It made him stronger.
	Bob let out a furious roar of anger, his twin tails twirling and untwirling.  Powerful energy burst from around them and a layer of water engulfed Bob’s tails.  With blinding speed, Bob swung his body and whipped Griff with the tails, slashing right across his mouth with his full powered Aqua Tail.  Griff stumbled back, his eyes going wide.  Before he could even retaliate, Bob hit him with another swipe, knocking the Typhlosion onto the floor, right before another swipe took Griff across the neck.  Bob couldn’t control himself, every mistreatment and hurt in his life had culminated into this moment and he whipped Griff over and over with his high-powered tails.  He was relentless, deaf to the bellowing and cries for help from Griff.  Griff was bleeding, several teeth were dashed to the floor, and Bob hit his temple so hard he went limp.  But it didn’t matter that the Typhlosion was passed out.  Bob kept hitting him, even as hot tears ran down his cheeks, even as his heart raced and his stomach turned.

	A final limp whip landed on Griff’s chest before Bob’s power was spent.  He fell to his knees and cried and cried.  Quilava had been watching from the nest, unable to move during the paralyzing assault.  “Y-you did it…” he whispered.

	Bob looked over through water-filled eyes, Quilava’s form wavering through tears.  He crawled over to Bob and put a hand on his back.  He pulled the Buizel into a hug.  “Thank you,” he said in Bob’s ear.

	Bob could see Griff’s chest rise and fall.  He wasn’t sure if he cared.  Griff was cut and bruised all over his head, and while Bob wanted to be disgusted by the sight of all the violence, he just felt...righteous.  “Come on,” he said to Quilava.

	The two rushed out of the cave as fast as they could.

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	Bob’s teeth sunk into a berry, and the juice flowed from the sides of his mouth.  The fruit was too ripe to keep it all in one bite.  Quilava, Bob had learned his name to be Bub, climbed down a tree with a fruit of his own and sat down next to Bob.  They considered each other good friends now and had grown to see each other in a loving light.  They were survivors, both victims of abuse and hardship, and now they had become acquainted with the safari zone together.  Bub had rarely been let out of his cave, so he and Bob had had a couple months to learn how they could live out in the “wilderness” together.  Of course, it was a controlled wilderness, and the safari staff and tourists doled out a lot more food than would be available in the true wild.  Bob wondered if it was any different outside of this pocket world.  Surely something was outside of the fences that surrounded the park.  Bob had come across a sign once that said this area was marked off for environmental conservation.  Was the outside world a wasteland?

	Bub tapped Bob on the shoulder.  Bob turned his head and giggled as Bub assaulted him with kisses.  Soon the playful pecking turning into a deep kiss.  They had grown to love one another, they relied on each other, and they felt safer in each other’s arms.  They mostly just kissed, and they were both put off by sex at this point.  At most, they’d jerk off just to get a release.  They hadn’t put a name on their relationship, but they had a strong connection and were very happy together.

	They napped beneath a tree. The sun shaded by the leaves made it so cool and inviting to sleep on the dirt.  Bob had his arms around Bub’s middle, and Bub had Bob’s head tucked under his chin.  Bob occasionally let out a little ‘coo’ in his sleep, unaware he was vocalizing his happiness while he dreamt.

	Neither heard the rustle of the bush behind them.  Neither awoke to the sound of boots on soil.  The sound of a dart shot out of a gun whistled through the air, and for only one waking second Bub gasped and felt the tranquilizer in his neck.  Bob’s eyes shot open to the sound, but he was subdued just as fast.

	“What dumbass sent a Buizel to the volcano?” a man mumbled as he ran through paperwork.  “Aquarium’s been asking about it for months.”  A walkie-talkie informed him it was a clerical error, and he rolled his eyes.  The man put Bob in a kennel, leaving Bub behind after retrieving his dart.

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	A drop of hot water landed on his snout.  It was thick, and he snorted and sat up to get it out of his nostrils.

	“Where the fuck have you been?”

	Bob’s heart jumped to double, and he opened his eyes and found his father’s staring back.

	He screamed.  He struggled against the last of the sedative and found his limbs heavy and unresponsive.  Rydel grabbed the back of his head and got up in Bob’s face.  “Where were you, huh!?” he yelled, his teeth bared as he let months of anger and fury out on his son.  “What did you think, you could run away?  Your mom’s been crying every night, and blaming me for all this! She's staying with a friend. You little fucking shit.”

	Rydel shoved Bob back onto the ground, his head hitting the stone of the cave.  Bob felt dizzy, and he quieted down as tears ran down his cheeks.  It was too good, the life he was etching out, he’d been a fool to think it could last forever.

	Rydel kicked his side, and Bob yelped and twisted away from the pain.  “D-dad I didn’t r-r-r-r-”

	“Shut up!”

	Rydel grabbed his son by the neck and started choking him.  Bob’s tongue writhed outside his mouth as his eyes popped out a bit.  Rydel touched Bob’s ass, and Bob felt a shock go through his body.  He wanted to fight, but he couldn’t move.  His hands grabbed at his father’s, trying to stop the pain.  He couldn’t breathe, and his father was jamming fingers up his ass.  Bob was still loose, and it was an easy push to get all the way into Bob with several fingers.

	“Who the fuck have you been getting rammed by!?” Rydel shouted.  He let go of Bob’s neck with a shove before he gave him a boot in the ass.  Bob cried and curled up in a ball.

	“Pathetic little shit!”

	Rydel twisted Bob onto his stomach and grabbed his sides.  Bob cried and screamed and clawed at the rock wall, but nothing he could do would stop him.  Rydel pressed the tip of his cock against Bob’s hole and jammed it all the way to the knot in one thrust.

	“No,” Bob refrained, each extension of the word interrupted by sobs.  Rydel raped his son.  He forced his cock in and out of Bob’s ass which had grown too tired to protest anymore.  No more clenching on dad’s cock, the knot even went in with relative ease.

	“You’re like fucking a sock now,” Rydel said before spitting on Bob’s head.  He put a hand on Bob’s back and pushed him against the ground, adding weight and pressure as Bob sobbed and struggled for air.  He kept grinding there until he got bored and repositioned.  He flipped Bob over onto his back and then grabbed Bob by the balls.

	“If you ever leave again, I’ll rip them off, I swear to God Bob.”

	“O-kay, okay!” Bob yelled.  Rydel grabbed them tight in his hand, squeezing them hard as he pulled, and Bob screamed at the top of his lungs, his shrill cry for help echoing throughout the cave.

	Rydel rammed his boy until he came, and then he fucked him again.  Then again.  Then he fucked him again.  Bob pulled back into his mind and became a dull shell once more, and endured the abuse like a good boy.