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With chirping insects singing in surround sound and the sky a bluish morning hue, the three swordsmen arrived on Distant Planet with all of the relaxed nature of a group of people who’d been living on the stage all their lives. However, they were a little off the beaten path, choosing to set up on the ground at the base of a tree with trailing roots and soft, cherry-colored mushrooms at knee-height. Marth was clad in a casual t-shirt, shorts, a smock, and a pair of sandals, carrying a large easel and canvas on his back with a small bag of art supplies. He’d taken up painting and was using his fellow smashers to practice anatomy. The blue-haired swordsman was rather giddy as today was a special day for his works in particular. Feeling more confident than usual with his skills, he’d made an excursion to the scenic Distant Planet for a print he’d decided would be the first of an art gallery he was planning. Of course, Marth took two models with him.

Cloud was wearing a pair of black pants, black boots, and a black tank top. While he was somewhat new to the whole modelling thing, Marth had insisted Cloud be one of his muses for this particular illustration. Cloud was easily convinced since he appreciated Marth’s talents both on and off the battlefield, but something inside of him was telling him he was in for a lot more than he could probably do. Figuring he’d just be posing for an excessive amount of time, Cloud hoped he was up for the job.

Roy was wearing a light grey jacket, a white shirt, sweatpants, and a pair of tennis shoes. He was one of Marth’s regular models. That is, Marth came to Roy first whenever he needed to practice anatomy since the two were so close already. Plus, it helped that Marth knew what Roy looked like better than anyone else--the two had showered together, fought against one another through time and space, and even landed their first Smash gig with each other. It’d been almost twenty years of friendship, so whenever Marth asked Roy for something, it was usually met with immediate understanding and a friendly insight.

Marth put the easel down before a gathering of long, flat mushrooms nestled between a pair of huge roots. Framing the scene, he quietly gazed at the base of the gargantuan tree, trying to paint a picture in his mind of what exactly he wanted to draw. The Distant Planet was known for its absolutely massive terrain, flora, and fauna, but Marth hadn’t quite realized just how dwarfing the place was until he arrived. Still, with the sounds of insects hot in his ears, his imagination ran wild, thinking of two warriors meeting in the fantastical forest.

“This is it.” Marth put his bag down and plucked out several paintbrushes, a palette, and some acrylic paints. Cloud turned to him, hands in his pockets as he silently watched Marth put together his things.

“Where are we gonna be?” Roy asked, Marth immediately pointing to the mushrooms. He put his supplies down and walked over to what was essentially the set, pushing on one of the flat fungi. Cloud followed along and rolled over onto one of them, sighing softly.

“They’re soft.”

“Good. You two are gonna be laying on them, so get comfortable,” Marth said, returning to the easel. Roy joined Cloud and bounced onto the mushrooms, rolling about before pausing and grinning.

“You doing alright?” Roy asked, Cloud nodding wordlessly. He wasn’t one to share much of his feelings, so he didn’t elaborate further, merely choosing to put his hands behind his head and look up at the tree above. The massive branches and thousands of heavy leaves high above his head painted a canopy of impressive majesty. Cloud was familiar with massive structures, but he hadn’t ever seen one so organic save for the Northern Crater back home. Watching the tower-sized clouds of white pour across the azure sky gave him a sense of peace, and while the insects buzzing weren’t particularly relaxing, they did add to the atmosphere.

“Alright you two. Strip off,” Marth said. Cloud glanced over at him, confused for a moment before he heard movement coming from Roy. Sitting up, Cloud watched as Roy slid off the mushrooms and pulled off his jacket and shirt, walking over to the easel as he disrobed. He set them down on top of Marth’s bag before undoing his shoes and socks, taking them off before sticking his fingers underneath his waistband. Then, as easily as if he’d been doing it for years, Roy casually stripped off his pants and underwear, exposing himself to the elements. He turned to the Cloud, giving him a look of interest. Cloud looked right on back and ogled Roy’s body unintentionally.

Roy was a twink for sure, but he was a muscular twink just on the edge of being a jock. His biceps, pecs, and thighs were muscular in a soft way, almost as if they were little pigeons or rabbits curled up and asleep. He had firm abs, a smooth, hairless body, and the beautiful, broad shoulders of a strong youth. Cloud avoided trying to see anything indecent, his mind suddenly distracted as he processed Roy speaking to him.

“What’s up?”

“E-Er… strip down…?”

“Uh-huh. Did Marth not tell you? It’s a painting that explores human anatomy. I guess it’s not easy to figure out off of nothing, huh?” Roy scratched his shoulder before shrugging. Marth glanced over.

“You okay, Cloud?” Marth asked, Cloud getting up and quickly walking over to Marth and Roy.

“Y-You didn’t… tell me it would be like this,” Cloud said, nodding at Roy’s clothes in a pile on the ground.

“Oh. Sorry. You don’t have to do it,” Marth spoke as if he were coming out of a daze--as if Cloud’s sudden respect for his own privacy was somehow unwarranted. The grainy sound of cicadas began to swallow Cloud’s hearing, his face growing red as he thought at a million miles an hour.

“I-I… will do it. Sorry, I just.” Cloud stopped at that, quietly turning around to the pile of clothes. He quietly yanked off his tank top and blushed, moving to his pants next and then his shoes and socks. Roy returned to the mushrooms to sit down and whistled when Cloud took off his pants, making the blonde turn to him, confused.

“You look good!” Roy said, smiling. Cloud looked down at himself and tried to ignore his own poor choice of underwear--a jockstrap was probably one of the worst things for him to put on today. Blushing a little, Cloud tried to ignore Roy’s appreciation for his ass. The broad, tight straps boosted Cloud’s cheeks, but he didn’t even need it. His buns were legendary, the fat, globe-like cheeks curving up like hills. When he stripped off the jock, his strong hips were visible too, his slim pelvic bone turning into perfect ovals bordered by thick thighs and a tight lower back. Cloud had the perfect apple bottom, muscular yet curvaceous with just a hint of how tight his hole was.

Trudging back to the mushrooms with an ass that wobbled as he walked, Cloud sat down next to Roy who stared at him, in awe of his figure. Cloud looked back at Roy, blushing as he rubbed his arm. The redhead was obviously enamored by Cloud’s form, but Cloud was awkward. He couldn’t take compliments, so he just looked away and tried to ignore Roy.

From Roy’s perspective, Cloud was easily more muscular than he. The blonde had bigger pecs, more defined arms, and legs to die for. Cloud had calves easily distinguishable from thighs, thighs easily distinguishable from ass, and an ass that was out of this world. His abs were slightly more defined, probably due to a better diet, and his shoulders were larger. Still, Roy could tell that Cloud was a twink at one point. He was more comparable to a jock or a gym rat now, but there was still a softness about his body that made him look boyish.

“Alright you two, let’s get you posed. I know you’re not totally comfortable, Cloud, but we have to do something that’ll be unique for this piece,” Marth said, breaking the silence between his models and himself.

“I’ll be okay,” Cloud said simply, leaning back and trying to relax despite being extremely uncomfortable. Roy stared at Marth attentively, Cloud feeling ever so slightly shut out. Roy seemed so used to listening to Marth, whereas Cloud had instantly become a problem the minute Marth even did so much as give a single direction that didn’t even have to do with posing. Cloud wanted to be on his A game for Marth, and it felt somewhat annoying that he felt inferior to Roy out of the gate.

“Let’s do something… provocative. Something that’ll get people talking. How about we do a lean-in for a kiss or something? No actual kissing, just the hint of romance between nude warriors,” Marth said, biting his thumb nail as he stared at the two of them. Cloud immediately felt regret and questions bubbling up in his stomach, but he turned to Roy and got a smile, making him feel ever so slightly better about the situation.

“How about one of us lays back like this and the other leans in on them? Kinda like crawling over them?” Roy asked, laying back with his arms behind him as if he were a mermaid seated on a rock or sitting up on a fainting couch.

“Ooh, that’s a good idea. Hold on.” Marth raced back to his easel, giving them a thumbs-up. Roy motioned for Cloud to follow along.

“Act like you’re crawling towards me. Stop really close to my face,” Roy said, Cloud swallowing and steeling himself to do as he was told. Carefully, Cloud pulled onto his hands and knees, crawling towards Roy. He kept going, their legs tangling together and resting against each other as he pressed his arms onto the mushrooms behind Roy’s body, pulling their faces extremely close.

“Too close,” Marth said, Cloud blushing and pulling his face away a little.

“Er, you mean like that?” Roy asked, Marth shaking his head.

“Faces are fine. The hands are the problem. Cloud, don’t obstruct Roy. Just pull onto him,” Marth instructed, Cloud trying to follow suit; he moved their faces close again and pulled his arm back.

“W-Where do I rest my hand…?” Cloud asked, Roy staring at him.

“How about on Roy? You could put it on his chest or on his shoulder, although I think the shoulder would be too much. Press your palm against his chest.” Marth watched carefully, trying to get a mental image of what he wanted to see, reminding himself of the themes: provocative, beauty, and masculinity. Meanwhile, Cloud pressed his hand against Roy’s pec, squishing it under his hand, obstructing his nipple. The muscle was firm but still soft, Roy’s twunkishness immediately apparent. He grinned.

“You cold at all?” Roy asked, Cloud shaking his head.

“It’s supposed to get warm here,” Marth said, scratching his chin. “I think… you two should get your faces closer. Way closer. Stare into one another’s eyes like you really want something from each other.”

“I can’t go much further without extending my neck,” Roy said, Marth nodding.

“Cloud, move in closer to Roy. Don’t make it look unnatural, just act like you’re gonna sit in his lap or something.”

“Okay.” Cloud got uncomfortably close to Roy’s face, their noses barely a centimeter apart as they stared into one another’s eyes. Roy’s deep blue eyes were reflected in Cloud’s electric blue ones, the two of them forced to study one another’s faces.

“Perfect! Hold that pose.” Marth quickly went back to his materials, prepping his canvas and making sure he had all the colors he needed. Within a short moment, he had started sketching so he had a base to paint on.

Roy stared at Cloud’s face, enamored by the blonde’s masculine features. Cloud had a hard jawline, his chin not clefted and completely devoid of hair or imperfections. In general, Cloud’s skin was flawless, his cheeks and chin and forehead with an utter lack of wrinkles or discoloration or even bags. The sharpest lines were in his jaw and eyebrows, the sharp, pointed lines of blonde connoting some kind of anger or displeasure. His nose was long and narrow, ending in soft nostrils that seemed barely big enough to be called nostrils. His electrifying blue eyes were like sharp spirals, causing Roy to almost lose himself in them. Cloud’s downturned, slightly-frowning lips were smooth and pale pink, and Roy had a thought of what he might look like with lipstick on, or how soft they might be.

“You’re handsome,” Roy said quietly, watching Cloud’s pale cheeks flare up into a bright red color immediately. Despite that crimson color, Cloud’s face stayed stolid and expressionless, his resting bitch face the only thing giving any relative form of bearing on his thoughts, and even then, it really didn’t reflect his state of mind at all.

Cloud studied Roy’s face too, observing his twinkish beauty. The redhead had similarly red eyebrows that curved downwards, but not anywhere near the degree that Cloud’s did. In fact, they looked more determined than angry, and certainly had no connotation of bitchiness. Roy’s deep blue eyes were a jewel tone, sapphire and burnished opal mixing in his irises. The pleasantness of his pupils caused Cloud to easily stare deep into them. With a slightness not unlike a young boy’s, Roy’s jawline was rather soft. It was still the jawline of a man, but it wasn’t pointed by any means, and his chin looked like a child’s. Roy’s nose was shorter, closer to his face and a little more spread out than Cloud’s. Roy’s lips were tight yet calm, pinkish and looking rather supple. Cloud stared at them for a while, losing track of time as he silently pressed his legs to Roy’s. Before he knew it, plenty of time had gone by, and the day had grown hotter.

The air became muggier with each passing moment, slowly inching towards humidity as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky. The buzzing of insects grew louder, and the wind died, leaving no reprieve for any wishing for coolness. The shade of the tree above was the only help for the three swordsmen, but even then, darkness meant nothing to humidity. The mushrooms below had grown a thin film of waxy strangeness that Cloud could feel on his legs and hand. When he realized exactly how much time had passed, Cloud also realized he was sweating slightly, partially because of exhaustion from holding the pose, but also from the weather. Roy was no different, sweat wetting his brow as he sighed in the summer air.

With the air slowly seeping into their skin, Roy and Cloud panted hot breaths onto one another’s faces; into one another’s mouths. Cloud licked his lips and his tongue rolled over Roy’s mouth too, Cloud blushing and apologizing. Roy stayed quiet, simply watching Cloud breathe.

As the hour rolled on, the air exponentially heated, moths fainting in the hazy day. It had gotten so hot that Marth had yanked off his shirt, sweat even rolling down his chin. Meanwhile, Cloud and Roy were dripping with sweat from their faces, pits, muscles, and everywhere in between. Having involuntarily gotten even closer, the two men began to enjoy the other’s breath rolling over their faces. Roy licked his own soft, pink lips, pressing his tongue against Cloud’s too. The redhead quietly and intentionally moved his tongue over Cloud’s mouth next, lapping up salty sweat and getting the blonde’s lips wet. With a small smile in his eyes, Roy sat his tongue on Cloud’s bottom lip, pushed into his lazily agape mouth. Cloud blushed brightly and Roy went further, pressing his tongue onto Cloud’s.

Marth seemed completely unaware as things escalated between his models, Roy now twisting Cloud’s tongue up with his own, french kissing him. Cloud panted and blushed openly, desire filling his head as he let his tongue be used. His cock had managed to stay flaccid between his legs up until Roy started playing with him, his dick now ever so slightly rising. Roy’s soft cock grew too, the redhead turned on by Cloud’s submissive tongue.

“H-Hwuh… huhh….” Cloud panted audibly, his breaths turning to quiet moans as he listened to his and Roy’s sticky tongues mash up against one another in his mouth, dripping saliva down his throat and coating the insides of his cheeks. The sound was akin to a light fapping noise, careful sloppy pushes echoing a kind of slapping sound between his lips.

With ease, Roy quickly closed the distance between their mouths, openly kissing Cloud. Feeling those soft lips against his own, Roy lazily dribbled saliva into Cloud’s mouth. Meanwhile, Cloud ever so slightly arched his back in submission to Roy, trying not to move despite growing harder and hornier by the second. Focusing on Roy’s tasty lips against his own, Cloud felt his cock expand, his modesty completely thrown out the window as he reached a full erection at around ten inches long. Roy was also fully hard now, reaching a similar eight inches, but his cock was stuffed between his legs, so there would be no way for Marth to see his. In this way, Cloud realized Roy held his fate in his hands and was currently controlling it with his tongue and lips.

Cloud stared into Roy’s eyes, stolen away by his boyish charm as he dribbled precum and quietly made out with him. Roy, meanwhile, was having the time of his life teasing Cloud, making him hard and kissing him openly. Taking the lead of their intense yet slow kiss, Roy wiggled Cloud’s tongue about with his own, pulling it between their mouths lewdly. Cloud dribbled saliva from the corner of his mouth, a smooth, sticky dollop mixing with sweat and pouring off his chin, splattering onto Roy’s chest.

“Mmph… hmphf… mmm….” Cloud made soft noises into Roy, vibrating their lips together. The two kissed playfully for what felt like forever before Marth spoke and they rapidly pulled their faces apart, back to the position they were in before.

“Cloud, I just wanted to let you know that your penis is in the picture,” Marth said, peering at his erection.

“Okay.” Cloud panted hard, a string of saliva still connecting his mouth to Roy’s. He hoped Marth hadn’t noticed their play and just assumed Cloud was merely an awkward guy.

“Don’t get too upset. I think it looks better like this.”

“M-Mmm.”

“You’re new to the whole posing thing, right?” Roy asked casually before running his tongue over Cloud’s lips.

“Yea- hungjk!” Cloud was cut off as Roy’s tongue darted into his mouth and Roy pulled in for a quick kiss. However, he only bumped his lips up against Cloud’s this time, instead focusing on getting his tongue to the back of Cloud’s mouth. After a split-second of holding onto the blonde’s gag reflex, Roy yanked away and stayed casual, Cloud turning his head and coughing.

“You okay?” Marth asked, Cloud nodding and turning back to Roy with a pout on his face.

“You’re cute, blondie,” Roy whispered, locking lips with Cloud once again. Shutting his eyes, Cloud felt his mouth get pried open and his tongue immediately pulled out. Roy played with it in his own mouth, rolling it along his cheeks and throat opening, his lack of a gag reflex immediately apparent as Cloud felt the hole down to Roy’s pharynx roll across the bottom of his tongue.

As the day moved on even further, the heat made the two swordsmen even more passionate. Cloud’s erection became an unbearable itch between his legs as his cockslit ached and foamed with precum. Roy had played with Cloud’s mouth for so long that his tongue felt sore, but the blonde still wanted so much more. However, Roy stopped teasing his mouth, now merely whispering lewdly with him.

“You fuck a lot of guys with that cock?” Roy mumbled, Cloud blushing.

“N-No. V-Virgin….” Cloud admitted, Roy staring at him with glee.

“I could be your first, babe, but not now.”

“I-I… ah….”

“What’s wrong? Did I play too much? Sorry about your dick, but we‘re here for Marth,” Roy said, Cloud staying silent as he blushed and panted heavily, his cock obviously affecting him. “What do you think Marth thinks of your erection? Now he knows you’re a lil’ homo, doesn’t he?”

“M-Mhmm,” Cloud stammered even in his mumbles, his mind racing at a million miles an hour.

“You wanna fuck, I can tell. Those hips look real strong, babe. What do you think of railing me as soon as we’re done here?” Roy asked, rolling his tongue over Cloud’s lips again.

“Mm… hah….”

“Gimme an answer. You wanna breed me or not?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Yeah what?”

“I-I wanna fuck.”

“That’s good. Real good,” Roy stopped licking Cloud and gave a mischievous grin. Cloud concentrated on trying not to touch himself, his cock the focal point of his entire body in its erect state, the blonde unable to stop thinking about it.

“Cloud, are you okay?” Marth asked, Cloud perking up and nodding without a word.

“He was telling me that he’s just a horny guy. Never got over his teenage lust,” Roy said, Cloud turning to him and blushing brightly with an accusatory pout.

“So long as he’s not gonna fuck you while I’m trying to paint, I don’t care,” Marth said, turning back to the canvas.

“How’s it going?” Roy asked, Marth giving his work the once-over.

“It’s good. You two are good at staying still. I figure it’ll be another twenty minutes. I finished painting you two a while ago, so the rest is just scenery,” Marth said, Roy grinning.

“What are we gonna do for twenty more minutes, babe?” Roy whispered, Cloud arching his back slightly once more, submission pouring through his body.

“D-Dunno.”

“You’re gonna cream yourself before Marth finishes, aren’t you? That slutty cock is just gonna start cumming and not stop ‘till you cry. Imagine that,” Roy muttered, lifting a hand dangerously and pressing it against Cloud’s pec. Cloud glanced over at Marth but he clearly hadn’t noticed, the blue-haired man working on some other part of the scene. Cloud looked down and blushed, pouting again.

“R-Roy…!”

“What’s up? You horny? I know.” Roy slowly caressed Cloud’s pink areola, the thing not necessarily huge, but rather manly in being akin to a well-sized coin. Roy used his fingers to tweak it, playing with Cloud before pushing on it like a button. Then, Roy wrapped two fingers around the nipple itself, pressing that soft muscle together.

“Mm… haah… ah….” Cloud moaned quietly, enjoying himself as his prickling, throbbing cock dribbled more precum onto Roy, the blonde having made a puddle on the redhead’s thigh by now.

“That’s it. Good boy,” Roy whispered, getting further into the power dynamic as he pinched Cloud’s nipple, producing a quiet, high-pitched whine from him. Cloud locked lips with Roy again, the two messily making out once more. Roy yanked at Cloud’s nipple, dull pleasure rolling up the blonde’s spine. For the last of the time they posed, Roy and Cloud lewdly exchanged saliva and comfortably cemented themselves into dominant and submissive roles.

“Okay you two, I’m done,” Marth said, Roy and Cloud carefully latching off of one another. Roy grinned and looked over.

“That was easier than previous times,” Roy said, Marth laughing.

“Well, Cloud’s good at this too, so. Well, thank you both!” Marth said, Roy looking to the blonde.

“Of course!” Roy said, slipping out from underneath Cloud, his own erect cock having gone soft between his thighs. Cloud followed Roy, approaching Marth while holding his dick to cover it. He figured it was a lost cause, but he still felt like he needed some kind of decency with Marth, even if the man had been staring at his erection for multiple hours. Still, Cloud felt extremely self-conscious, not wanting to see the painting and instead standing so he couldn’t see it.

“Damn. You’re gonna put this up in a gallery?! This looks great!” Roy exclaimed, Marth grinning immediately at the praise

“I try,” Marth said, brushing off his pride.

“How was posing for Marth, Cloud?” Roy asked, Marth turning to the blonde too.

“I-I… should do this more,” Cloud said, Marth cackling and Roy grinning mischievously at him.

“You are gay, right?” Marth asked, Cloud blushing hard.

“Yes. I am,” Cloud responded, feeling extremely self-conscious.

“Good. That’s sweet. I’m sure I’ll practice anatomy more in the future. When I do, I’ll think of you, Cloud,” Marth said, Cloud nodding as his cock surged with need. Being called ‘sweet’ made Cloud blush.

“Aw, he’s all embarrassed. It’s alright, Cloud,” Roy said, patting Cloud’s back.

“Y-Yeah,” Cloud mumbled, practically exuding submissiveness that translated into a slightly dulcet tone to his deep voice and what looked like the self-awareness of a small lamb. He covered his front with his hands to an even further extent, wanting to protect himself as he dribbled precum.

“I think we’re gonna stick around, Marth. I’ll see you later,” Roy said, Marth looking a little surprised.

“Oh. Okay. Don’t get too hot out here,” Marth said, packing up his things. Within a matter of minutes, Marth was gone, leaving Roy and Cloud to their own devices. Cloud awkwardly strolled back over to the mushrooms, holding his cock in his hand to soothe it. Roy trudged over with a strong grin.

“You’re adorable. Just makes me wanna get my ass destroyed by you even more,” Roy said, getting down on his knees between Cloud’s legs.

“A-Ah. Er.”

“You’re a wet virgin waiting for a guy to give you a chance. I’ll be your first, babe. Don’t think too hard. Just feel,” Roy said, kissing Cloud’s cock lovingly.

“A-Ah,” Cloud felt stunned, his head swimming as his erect dick was softly played with. A heat took up residence in his lower body, his hips filling with warmth. Slowly, Roy kissed the tip and lapped at it, soaking it in saliva. The sound of cicadas filled Cloud’s head, the droning sounds of insects wrapping his muddled mind up into itself. With an unmistakable slipping sound, Cloud watched his cockhead disappear into Roy’s mouth, a warm, tingling feeling immediately settling over his body as Roy slurped up his bulbous tip. Cloud wiped sweat from his brow and leaned back, panting. He watched Roy go down, inch after inch merely vanishing as Roy sucked his dick up with ease. Then, slowly, Roy pulled back and let Cloud’s dick bounce back out of his mouth, slapping against Cloud’s stomach.

“You’re fucking tasty, blondie,” Roy said, kissing Cloud’s cock once more. His soft, pink lips were like pillows wrapping around his member, squeezing the itch from it. With the fluffiness of Roy’s throat pulling over Cloud’s cock, the blonde laid back on the mushroom bed, heat soaking into his body from the humidity of the day as blood gathered in his lower areas. His sensitive dick was pleased slowly, causing only gentle waves of pleasure to roll up his spine. Each one was merely poured over his mind, warming it with a tingling sensation. Roy sucked Cloud’s cock quietly, careful to keep himself from choking on its length, an easy slobber of saliva coating the shaft. Cloud made a small, bucking motion with his hips, Roy pulling back from Cloud’s dick and crawling up on top of him.

“M-Mhh….” Cloud breathed and Roy kissed him.

“I don’t want you to move. I’ll do everything, so just… enjoy it, blondie,” Roy said, breaking the kiss to speak.

“Y-Yes.”

“I do need one thing, though,” Roy spoke, sitting up and turning around, Cloud face-to-face with Roy’s supple bottom. The redhead didn’t have particularly girlish hips, but they were easily wider than Cloud’s, and his ass reflected as much. With wide, voluminous cheeks, Roy backed up onto Cloud’s face. The blonde spread those cheeks and laid eyes on Roy’s pink, small hole. Reaching his tongue out to lap at it, Cloud watched the ring of muscle contract. Roy leaned down over Cloud, kissing his cock again softly. With a lack of urgency, the two men prepared one another, Cloud eagerly smothering Roy’s hole with saliva and hot licks while Roy kissed Cloud’s beautiful shaft, occasionally taking it into his mouth. Cloud’s tongue easily dove into Roy’s ass, peeling past the ring of muscle and squishing against his soft anal walls. Roy was like a pillow on the inside, his pink hole reflecting his squishy innards. Cloud even mouthed lightly at Roy’s hole, pressing his teeth against it carefully, opening it up further with more intense teasing. The swordsmen spent several minutes merely exploring one another, playing with each other’s private parts and soaking in their own arousal. After what felt like forever, Roy pulled off, his wet hole and Cloud’s wet dick on his mind.

“Y-You gonna…?”

“Yeah. Let me do everything,” Roy said, positioning himself above Cloud’s cock. Cloud watched Roy carefully roll his hips onto Cloud, his opened hole pressed against Cloud’s tip. Feeling that squishy ring of muscle, Cloud blushed fiercely as hot streaks of precum ran down his needy cock. Then, the flow of juices was stemmed as Roy squatted down, taking Cloud’s soaked dick into his hole, grunting hard. Cloud winced slightly for him, watching Roy move downwards, determined rather than enjoying it.

“Y-You… aah… uuuuh….” Cloud meant to ask if Roy was okay, but instead the tightness of the redhead’s hole enamoured him completely, his cock squeezed perfectly by those soft walls. With balls roiling full of jizz, Cloud’s lust was unbearable, the blonde feeling like he might piss himself if Roy didn’t start moving.

“Don’t do anything,” Roy said, rolling his hands over Cloud’s firm chest, grabbing his pecs as he moved further, trying to slowly take all of Cloud’s cock. When Roy finally sat down fully on Cloud, he smiled softly and pulled his hands back up, wrapping them around Cloud’s tight waist. The blonde’s abs flexed as Roy’s insides slid up his shaft as if on a belted track, rubbing him from every angle. Roy squished his butt back down again, saliva and precum slicking up his anal walls. The redhead moved up and down, almost as if bouncing as he rode Cloud’s cock, starting to gradually enjoy himself. Cloud sat up, flexing his torso as he went face-to-face with Roy, placing his hands on Roy’s waist. Roy’s hands slid from Cloud’s waist, now resting on his shoulders as Roy picked up the pace.

With a quiet pant, Roy leaned into Cloud and kissed him, their soft lips locking. Ruggedly breathing into one another’s mouths as they exchanged tongues, the two swordsmen replicated their kisses from earlier, only getting louder as they pleased themselves on one another. Still, Roy was fully in the lead, his hips dominating Cloud’s cock despite Roy feeling like they were made of lead as Cloud’s shaft squeezed his prostate. A lewd kiss left saliva dripping from Cloud’s mouth when he pulled away to gasp out for air, Roy lapping up the saliva, following it down Cloud’s neck. Wincing, the blonde blushed and twitched as his neck was licked, feeling the beginnings of a lewder act starting as Roy bit at his neck. Conservative teeth marks turned into full-on hickeys as Roy bit and suckled at Cloud’s neck, slurping along his skin.

“M-Mmm… ah, t-those… won’t go away….” Cloud murmured, Roy pulling back and grinning, admiring his own handiwork.

“Shhh,” Roy cooed, moving more on Cloud’s cock, silencing him with pleasure. Wet, squishy sounds filled the air, Roy’s insides sufficiently opened and lubed up now that the two had been linked for a while. Roy’s loosened hole made him much more flexible with his speed of riding Cloud, and the redhead quickly varied the rate at which he rode his partner. In moments of heated exhaustion, Roy merely rolled his burdensome hips, whimpering softly. When he felt a rush of energy, Roy spanked his ass down onto Cloud’s lap with ease and eagerness, delicious warmth filling his entire body. Cloud sat there, along for the ride as his cock was used, Roy’s expert backside making him see white as he panted, moaned, and gasped. Practically putty in Roy’s hands, Cloud merely spread his tingling legs and let Roy use him, watching the other playfully speed up and slow down as he felt like it.

Eventually, Roy yanked off of Cloud and laid down on his side, his hole, taint, balls, and dick exposed below his legs. Squirting juices, his hole beckoned Cloud, the blonde quickly climbing further onto the mushroom and mounting Roy, pulling one of the redhead’s legs over his shoulder. Squishing his cock in again, Cloud huffed as Roy squirmed lightly, twitching with enjoyment for being filled again. Roy looked up at Cloud with a loving gaze while Cloud looked down at him with embarrassment, his face bright red as he pushed his dick into the other. Feeling extremely humble to be trusted by Roy to fuck his hole, Cloud tried to be careful not to go too quickly. However, in a matter of minutes, all of Cloud’s fears dissipated, and he was ramming every inch of his cock into Roy’s backside with as much strength as he could muster. Roy seemed to be enjoying it too, drooling lightly as he groaned and got hard for himself again. His eight inch cock was fucking perfect to Cloud, uncut and slim with a strong curve. Caught staring, Cloud watched Roy idly play with himself for a moment, the redhead wetting a hand and stroking himself.

“L-Like it?” Roy asked, stammering uncharacteristically. Feeling the power dynamic slowly start to shift, Cloud felt uncertain and slowed down his thrusts. Roy looked down and huffed.

“Sorry,” Cloud said.

“I-It’s okay. What’s wrong?”

“J-Just… I dunno. Sorry,” Cloud mumbled, stopping entirely as the heat of the moment faded.

“We can stop,” Roy said, his cockslit oozing precum as he looked up at Cloud’s pouting face.

“N-No, I’ll be okay…” Cloud said, trailing off as he tried to hump Roy’s backside again, his dick slipping out. Cloud stammered as his huge shaft flung precum and bounced about.

“Be confident, babe. Come on. Fuck me,” Roy said, grabbing Cloud’s cock and putting it in again before laying there in all of his twinkish handsomeness. Overcome with a surging wave of further arousal, Cloud nodded and picked up the pace again, trying to be less awkward. Each thrust Cloud pounded into Roy had both parties exhaling hard and their private parts wiggling and slapping about lewdly. Wet noises quickly returned as Cloud drove his dick directly into Roy’s prostate, finding that button with his cockhead. Feeling everything heat up exponentially, Roy groaned and covered his face with his forearm, going bright red. Cloud shut his eyes, squishing his cock down harder and harder with each pump of his hips, trying to stay strong. Roy’s slender hips gyrated in tune with Cloud’s thrusts, insides stroking Cloud’s cock. Eagerly trying to keep fucking, Cloud slowed down, far too sensitive as he whined and pounded Roy’s ass. Feeling the change in motion, Roy rolled over, onto his stomach. From there, he got up onto his hands and ground his squishy bottom all over Cloud’s lap, smothering the blonde’s dick.

“W-Wh… ah…!” Cloud moaned loudly, his cock pleased from every direction by Roy’s fantastic hole, his shaft squeezed while his head was attended to. Even Cloud’s low-hanging balls slapped about in their sack as he pounded into the other.

“Mmmm, that’s it…” Roy muttered, grinning as he rolled his hips about, making circular motions and bouncing on Cloud’s huge cock. The sounds of Cloud’s feverish, needy thrusts against Roy’s wobbling butt filled the air, and in a heated moment, Cloud spanked Roy hard. The redhead bit his lower lip and gasped all at once, moving his hips harder in response.

“U-Uh… ah… R-Roy…!” Cloud gasped, whimpering Roy’s name as the redhead grinned harder.

“Topping doesn’t really suit you, does it? You’re better at being taken care of, huh?” Roy asked, grinding his hips down hard, his ass tightening slightly and mashing Cloud’s cock from every direction. That soft warmth soaked in precum made Cloud’s breath hitch in his throat, the blonde sweating and groaning.

“Oh… shit…! G-Gonna cum…! Gonna cum…!” Cloud yelled, his hips moving on their own now as he was a slave to his own body’s desires, Roy only taking him further over the edge.

“Cum in me. Give me your jizz, you cute virgin. Let that fat cock spill in me,” Roy said, moving his hips faster and harder. Suddenly, Cloud pounded away violently, drooling and gasping and manhandling Roy’s hips all at once as he was brought to completion.

“Uh! Uh! U-Uh…! F-

Fuck

…!

Roy

!

Fuck

!

Fuuuck

!” Cloud yelled, popping his cherry all up into Roy’s ass. Immediately feeling a rush of heat go up his insides, Roy kept scratching Cloud’s itchy cockslit, bouncing and swerving his hips to milk the blonde. Cloud’s eyes rolled up as the suction between his dick and Roy’s hole manually pulled the cum from him, forcefully emptying his balls. Stuck still pounding into Roy, Cloud gasped and shook, his dick raw as he filled Roy to the brim. Quickly, Roy’s hole overflowed, Cloud’s semen spraying out back onto him messily as he groaning, covering his own front in cum. Roy smiled as he watched Cloud cream himself, numbly fucking Roy’s butt as his cock squirted relentlessly. Cum splattered all over the pair’s nether regions, and after a hot minute of Cloud’s orgasm, he pulled out, shivering and gasping as his oversensitive dick dripped out the last of its load.

“Mmmph, you’re so cute. You made a huge mess,” Roy said lewdly, cum pouring out of his hole as he eagerly spread his cheeks with his hands. His own cock still drizzling precum, Roy grabbed it and quietly whacked off to keep himself sated.

“H-Hah….” Cloud panted in the aftermath, his reddened dick starting to go flaccid, a thick vein pulsating near the base of his shaft, recirculating what was in his dick to the rest of his body.

“Go get your clothes,” Roy said, Cloud getting up on wobbly legs to retrieve his clothes. Roy followed, his even more unsteady legs guiding him behind Cloud. After putting on his underwear, Cloud was suddenly stopped by Roy before he could pick up his pants.

“W-What are you doing…?” Cloud asked, watching Roy smash their fronts up against one another.

“Shh. Just wait,” Roy said, focusing on jacking off. He leaned in and put his head on Cloud’s slightly bony shoulder, resting his chin. Cloud blushed and put his arms on Roy’s waist, holding him. Then, with a groan, Roy opened the front of Cloud’s underwear and stuck his cock in. Immediately after he had squeezed his dick next to Cloud’s, Roy came, squirting a fat load all over the insides of Cloud’s underwear, soaking them in his jizz. Cloud blushed brighter, watching his flaccid cock and balls getting coated in cum. He looked up at Roy’s blissful expression, the redhead moaning breathlessly as he dumped his load into Cloud’s underwear.

“A-Ah….” Cloud leaned in and kissed Roy of his own accord, reaching his arms up to hold his shoulders. Roy kissed back, tonguing his mouth once more. The two shared a perfectly lewd and passionate kiss for as long as they could, the end of Roy’s orgasm releasing them from their pressed lips. Roy let go of Cloud’s underwear and smiled sweetly, leaving his semen inside. Cloud didn’t mind, enjoying the warm, gooey texture coating his private parts. He turned away and put on the rest of his clothes while Roy dressed next to him. When they were back in the clothes they’d arrived in, Roy gave Cloud a small look.

“Thanks for putting up with me,” Roy said, Cloud nodding.

“It was good. I... feel happy.”

“You should. You just had sex with a handsome guy, little gay boy,” Roy teased, Cloud blushing again. “I think you like being called cute and sweet and gay. You’re probably a sucker for pet names and PDA, too, right?”

“Uh. Maybe so,” Cloud said, trying to mumble as Roy approached him and held his chin. Roy was slightly shorter than Cloud, so it wasn’t particularly impressive or romantic, but how it made Cloud feel was more important. The blonde went bright red, not able to meet Roy’s deep blue eyes.

“Well, as much as I’d love to be your boyfriend, I can’t make that kind of commitment right now. Until then, though, feel free to call on me and ask if I’m in a loving mood. I’m more a fan of hookups, but don’t get me wrong, pampering a sweet boy like you makes my teeth ache. If hooking up with you involves calling you my gay boytoy, I’m willing to oblige,” Roy said, Cloud going an even brighter shade of red as Roy let go of his chin.

“A-Are you… gay?” Cloud asked, slipping on his words. Roy grinned at the other’s stammers, quietly mulling the question over.

“...No. At least, not fully. Still,” Roy said, leaning in to get up close and personal with Cloud, “I’ll tell you that your dick is the first I’ve ridden in a while.”

“Er, d-does that mean… something?” Cloud asked, sweating nervously. Roy snickered at him and gave him a kiss on the lips before pulling away.

“Sure.” Roy left it at that, giddily turning in the direction Marth had left. He walked off, leaving Cloud behind with his underpants full of cum and his face bright red.
 
It had only been a few months when Marth finally hosted an art exhibition on one of the lower rooms of the Smash Mansion for his own paintings. His hard work had paid off, and after getting almost everyone to model for him in one way or another, he had invited people from near and far to take a look at his work. Mixed nobility, mercenaries, space aliens, and all sorts roamed the moderately-sized event hall. Roy and Pit had picked up Cloud and dragged him along, the three now observing the art Marth had worked so diligently on.

“Wow, is that Kirby?! Oh man, look at his cute little hat!” Pit said, rambunctiously smiling at a smaller picture.

“You excited to see yourself?” Roy asked, Cloud blushing and not saying a word. Roy snickered at the man’s silence, enjoying his embarrassment.

“You guys, look at this!”

After around ten minutes of merely wandering the space, the group happened upon Marth himself who was being interviewed by a gaggle of reporters.

“Wubbadubbadubba is that true?”

“Yes, although I’ve been painting all my life, truth be told. My fiance Caeda and my dear friends encouraged me to pick it back up ever since the war back on Archanea ended,” Marth responded, catching a glimpse of Roy’s bright red hair out of the corner of his eye. “If you’ll excuse me.” Marth escaped the circle of journalists and smiled at Cloud, Roy, and Pit.

“Hey, it’s Marth!” Pit said, smiling bright.

“It is indeed. How are you all? Enjoying yourselves?” Marth asked, Cloud nodding at him.

“Cloud wanted to know where his painting is,” Roy said, Marth blinking and looking around. Cloud pouted and blushed, but his pout was totally indeterminable from his resting face.

“Oh, forgive me. Follow me,” Marth said, guiding Cloud, Roy, and Pit through the crowd in a single direction. They came upon one of the walls of the room and walked along it until they reached a small door with a red rope partition in front of it. A man opened the partition for them, Marth leading the way in.

The room looked like a side room or a backstage area, but had been decorated in a similar manner to the exhibition outside. One or two people were mulling about in the smaller room, looking at the few paintings on the walls. Cloud recognized the other people--Ike and Snake. When he looked at the painting Ike was gazing at, he was surprised to see it was a painting of Ike posing wearing nothing more than his tattered cape in front of some deep crimson curtains. He had his golden sword with him, the thing suddenly reminding Cloud of a phallus now that it was contrasted with a real one. Quickly flitting his eyes to the painting Snake was looking at, he saw, again, the person staring at the painting in the painting. Snake was depicted crouching naked in a jungle river, his thighs sinking into the swamp but his private region fully-fleshed out. Both persons turned their heads when Marth entered, looking at him.

“Hello Snake. Hello Ike,” Marth said, addressing the others.

“What’s up, Marth?” Snake asked.

“Showing Cloud and Roy their painting.”

“Oh, I think Cloud wants to see much more all of a sudden,” Roy said with a teasing tone in his voice, smirking at Cloud.

“...Hrm,” Snake grumbled, watching the group walk by before he eyed Pit. He grabbed him, making Pit struggle and scream. “What the hell’s a kid doing in here?”

“Snake, Pit’s far older than even you. He’s an angel, you know,” Marth said.

“Angels. Give me a break.” Snake dropped Pit, making annoyed noises as he turned away and stalked out of the room.

“And to think the two of you even debuted in Smash at the same time,” Marth said with a sigh, helping Pit up.

“M-Marth, did you draw these pictures too?” Pit asked, Marth nodding at him.

“Why?”

“T-They’re amazing! They remind me of the statues in Skyworld! They tell stories of heroes--it’s fantastic!” Pit yelled, eyes glazed over in wonder as he stared at the nude paintings. He moved to the one of Ike and noticed that Ike himself was standing next to it, quickly tripping over his words. Eventually, he made his way to the painting at the end of the room and yelped, his face going red. Marth smiled and gestured for Cloud and Roy to follow, approaching Pit.

The painting Pit had stopped at was the painting of Cloud and Roy. Cloud’s eyes immediately rested on himself and Roy, staring at the pose they were in. Cloud was depicted essentially on top of Roy, indeed crawling over him with his hand pressed against the redhead’s pec. Their faces were incredibly accurate, the two wrapped up in one another’s gazes as they passionately hinted at an oncoming kiss. Glancing further down, Cloud blushed at the sight of his own member, not realizing that Marth would draw him erect. Cloud’s hard cock had a single droplet of precum stringing from his slit, the dollop rolling down the side of Roy’s thigh. It looked heated and needy, as if it was begging to be used by Roy. Cloud’s stare was broken by the sound of footsteps behind him, Ike approaching the painting. Immediately putting two and two together that the thing was on display, Cloud glanced in a panic at Ike who stared at the picture.

“What do you think, Cloud?” Marth asked, staring at Cloud.

“E-Er, ah.” Cloud stammered incessantly, unable to say anything.

“I know it’s not my place to ask, but are you two… intended?” Ike asked, staring at the painting with mild interest, his arms crossed. Marth laughed and Roy wrapped his arm around Cloud’s waist.

“No, but he’d make a good catch. He’s cute, isn’t he?” Roy asked, Cloud shaking his head, confused.

“Cloud, he’s asking if you and Roy are engaged,” Marth said, Cloud blushing and looking away, trying to simultaneously deny their relationship and avoid the situation entirely.

“Just asking, sorry. You two look romantic is all,” Ike said, peering at the painting.

“It’s pretty… heated!” Pit said, looking for the right word as he stared. Cloud merely watched them become entranced by the beauty of him and Roy nearly making out. The memories of what the two of them did afterwards were still fresh in Cloud’s mind, the blonde only grateful that nobody but he and Roy knew the history of the picture. Nonetheless, when he saw Roy’s smirk out of the corner of his eye, he felt so incredibly lewd in front of everyone who was staring at the painting.

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Chrom and Robin spent most of their time with one another at the Smash Mansion. After all, having come from not only the same franchise but also the same world meant they knew one another best and felt most comfortable near one another in the large complex of stange fighters and new technology. They didn’t share a room with one another, but they did indeed often end up with one another for the majority of their days off. It was as such that they found themselves in Robin’s room on a hot summer day. Every fighter on the roster was given a flat of sorts--they were all identical, with each having a double bed, a kitchenette, an en suite, a small living area, and a desk.Robin had been tinkering with a spell since Chrom first arrived, and although Chrom was minutely entertained by the various tomes Robin had lying around, the prince was getting a little agitated from sitting in one place for so long. Groaning, he stood up and wandered to the bed, sitting on the edge of it as he watched Robin work at his desk.“What have you been working on this whole time?” Chrom asked, Robin looking over his shoulder for just a moment.“I’m almost done, don’t worry.”“What is it?” Chrom asked, Robin turning around, a small coin strung through a leather cord in his hand.“It’s an amulet. Hopefully it works. You’re going to help me test it,” Robin said, getting out of his chair and walking to the center of the room. Chrom followed eagerly, happy that something of interest was finally happening.“What does it do?” Chrom asked, Robin turning to him.“It’s supposed to be a sort of control amulet. Theoretically it should work on anyone, but I have a feeling that the higher one’s resistance to magic, the more they’ll be able to resist its power too,” Robin explained.“What do you mean by a ‘control amulet?’” Chrom asked.“Well, exactly what I said. If it works properly, it can control people. It’s fairly weak, though, and I’m not exactly sure how well it’ll do in terms of more complex commands. Essentially how it works is you say the command word and it’ll read your mind to discern what you want to happen. Then, it’ll project that vision into the subconscious of whomever you’re looking at, compelling them to obey and perform accordingly--they’ll try to make what you want to have happen a reality. It won’t work for more difficult commands I’m pretty sure, but if you simply wish to make someone go somewhere or do something simple like pick something up and bring it to you, it shouldn’t have any trouble,” Robin explained, looking down at the coin on the piece of leather.“That’s impressive. You did that with magic?” Chrom asked, staring at the amulet in awe.“I did. It should all be contained within the amulet. It simply casts a set of spells whenever you give it the command word. Of course, you’re technically the one casting them, but I think even one untrained in magic should be able to use it. Rather, that’s something I wish to test,” Robin clarified, looking up at Chrom. “Permit me to test it on you. I just need to give it a command. I won’t make you do anything strange, I promise,” Robin said, smiling at the other.“Er, okay. If you promise,” Chrom said.“I do. Now then, I’m going to compel you to go and pick up that book by the couch. Try to resist me. I know your resistance to magic isn’t very strong, so if it works on you, I imagine it’ll work on most,” Robin said, Chrom nodding. “Mir.” Robin spoke under his breath in a strange tongue, the amulet flat against his palm as he gave it his command. Almost immediately after he said that foreign word, Chrom turned and walked over to the couch before grabbing the book Robin had indicated, although his face was strained, as if he were trying to stop himself.“Gods, Robin, that’s… it’s as though I couldn’t control myself,” Chrom said, catching his breath as he put the book down.“You couldn’t, that’s the whole point. Notice how your mind didn’t really change though? It only affects the subconscious, so your conscious mind didn’t change one bit. However, because I told you to try to stop yourself and because you already know about the amulet, you could probably feel it working. If I were to use it on someone who didn’t know of its existence or that I was controlling them at all, they wouldn’t even think they’d be capable of resisting. That’s the idea, anyway,” Robin said, picking up the amulet by its cord with his other hand.“What are you going to use it for?” Chrom asked, approaching Robin once more.“Well, it’s mostly just a test. Planting thoughts in one’s brain with magic is an incredibly difficult feat, let alone enchanting a tool with said spell,” Robin said, peering at the coin. “It appears as though it’s holding up too. I had feared that it might take a significant amount of physical damage when I used it, but that seems not to be the case. Still, I imagine its uses are not endless: every kind of magic has durability, just like a sword or a spear might.”“So it’ll break?”“Eventually. Until then, though, it should be just fine. Hmm. How about this: I’ll give you the amulet, you go out and test it until it breaks, and then you come back and tell me how well it worked after it’s broken. If it doesn’t break within a few hours of use, just come back anyway, although I doubt that it’ll work for so much time,” Robin admitted, walking close to Chrom and tying it around his neck.“Er, Robin, I have to admit, I don’t know how to use magic at all-”“That doesn’t matter. All you need to do is say the word and give it a command, then it’ll do all the work for you,” Robin explained once more, having finished tying it up around Chrom’s neck. “There. Hopefully this’ll get you out of my hair for the time being,” Robin teased.“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chrom asked, Robin laughing and returning to his desk.“I trust you enough to assume you won’t use it for evil. After all, when it breaks, so too will the commands you gave it. At that point, if you’ve ordered someone to do something awful, they’ll come to their senses and realize what they did. Well, probably. Hopefully. It’d be quite evil if they didn’t,” Robin said, leaning back in his chair.“I’m not gonna tell anyone to do anything awful. It’ll be... normal things,” Chrom said.“As normal as mind control can be. Now, off you go. Don’t come back until it’s broken.”“Alright, I’m heading out, then,” Chrom said, walking to the couch and slipping on his shoes. Afterwards, he walked to the door, giving one last look over his shoulder before leaving. The Smash Mansion was rather futuristic in style, its architecture like a lily gilded with archways, water features, extensive expensive carpets, marble, foliage, golden statues, and much more that might conjure up an image of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Chrom had left Robin’s room, so he was in the wing of the mansion that housed the fighter’s apartments, although there were three entirely separate hallways of said apartments--one for men, one for women, and one for everyone (and everything) else. Finding not even a single member of the estate staff milling about in the hall, Chrom decided to make his way to the courtyard instead, figuring that on a weekend there might be someone out there enjoying the daylight. He looked over the side of the hallway railing, out of the archways which opened the hallway to the empty air on the wall opposite to the wall which housed every door to every apartment contained therein. Down below the hallway was the courtyard of which was the place to be for seemingly many people--a great group had gathered there of various fighters. Seeking to join them, Chrom raced down the hall. However, as he exited the dormitory wing and entered one of the three main halls of the mansion, he found Richter and Ike making their way past him, back up towards the dormitory. Realizing they were the perfect opportunity for testing the amulet, Chrom turned around and caught up with them.“Hi Richter, Hi Ike,” Chrom said, Richter giving him a smile in return.“Hi Chrom, what’s going on?” Richter asked.“Oh nothing, just trying to waste the day. What are you two up to?” Chrom asked.“We were going to head to the gym,” Ike said.“Yeah, we need to change first, though. Wanna join us?” Richter asked, Chrom sensing an opportunity.“Oh, sure! I don’t have any workout clothes, though. I usually just train at the training grounds rather than using the gym,” Chrom said, biting his lower lip.“Oh, well that’s okay, then. Wouldn’t want you to end up all sweaty without a change of clothes. Nevermind!” Richter said.“Erm… do you think, perhaps, either of you might lend me some clothes? Then I could come with you,” Chrom said, pausing for a moment before whispering under his breath. “Mir.” As soon as he let that syllable from his lips, Ike blinked at him.“Sure. I can lend you some workout clothes. Well, as long as they fit you,” Ike offered.“Thank you!” Chrom said, following Ike. The three of them entered the dormitory wing, walking down the men’s corridor, Chrom feeling bewildered that the amulet had worked just like that. Ike hadn’t even missed a beat, having immediately submitted to the power of suggestion the amulet held over him.“I’ll meet you two outside Ike’s room--mine is just on the left here,” Richter said, falling back and moving to one of the doors. Ike and Chrom continued on, past Robin’s room, all the way near the end of the hallway. Ike opened the door and let Chrom in, the lights in the room out.“Sorry, it’s a mess,” Ike apologized, following Chrom in and shutting the door behind him. He flicked on a light, the room lit up. It was indeed a mess, the kitchenette filled with dirty dishes and pans, the couch area covered in dirty clothes and magazines, a pile of jackets and pants stacked up in one of the corners of the room. Ike walked past Chrom to the closet on the far side of the room, opening it up and taking a look inside. Meanwhile, Chrom let his eyes wander to the couch, noting the mess of clothes and magazines draped over it. There were the expected shirts and pants and socks, but what Chrom didn’t expect was to catch a glimpse of what appeared to be a hot pink thong laying over the arm of the couch. Frozen by the sight of the thong, Chrom quickly looked ahead, not wanting to draw attention to it. However, as Ike took longer and longer in the closet, fishing around for workout gear, Chrom’s eyes slowly wandered to the couch again, his gaze fixed on the underwear. Ike was quite a large man, having the musculature of an axe fighter and a heavy frame as well. The thong was clearly supposed to be quite small and slutty, but if Chrom was to put it on, he’d probably be swimming in it. Ike’s hips must’ve been rather wide to need such a large size of thong, not to mention the fact that it was lying alongside all the other dirty clothes, and that he must’ve worn it at some point if it was out and about.And that wasn’t even to mention the quite explicit magazines Chrom was sure he was seeing. A few of them looked like they focused on fitness. Well, a couple. Maybe just one. They all had big, beefy men on the cover, with absurd names like “Mega Milk” or “Wedding Cake” or “Hot Rod” all of which seemed to idolize various parts of the male body if the lewd covers were anything to go by. Asses, bulges, pecs, and more were all on display on every cover, bordered by cheesy text which talked about “Seeing stills from X pornstar’s newest scene” or “Taking a deep dive into the world of tantric sex” and other such naughty subjects.“Sorry, Chrom, I can’t seem to find anything that might fit you. Are you sure you don’t have anything you could wear to work out in?” Ike asked, leaning out of the closet. Chrom looked ahead just in time to catch Ike’s gaze peering back out at him.“...Mir. No, I don’t, sorry,” Chrom said, Ike blinking at him.“Well, I guess I can give you something anyway. Are you okay with a tank? It fits me, but it might be way too big on you,” Ike said, looking back into his closet.“That works,” Chrom said, Ike pulling something off of a hanger in response. He tossed it onto the bed, leaving it there as he dug into his closet again.“I have some compression tights, how about those?” Ike asked.“That works too,” Chrom said, walking over to the bed and grabbing the tank top that Ike threw onto it. Ike turned around and handed him the compression tights as well before moving back to the closet.“Give me a second,” Ike said, grabbing some clothes from the closet and quickly entering the bathroom. He shut the door behind him, giving both himself and Chrom privacy as they changed. Chrom slipped out of his clothes and into the ones Ike gave him. Taking a look at himself in the full-body mirror aside the closet, Chrom blushed, the tank top rather revealing on him given its size. It was one of those string tanks he’d seen Ike wearing occasionally with straps so thin they could be torn apart with a simple cut. Chrom’s torso was a similar length to Ike’s, but that didn’t give him any more coverage, the baggy tank barely anything above his stomach, his nipples exposed to the open air alongside his chest, shoulders, upper back, and of course his arms. The compression tights were ever so slightly loose on him, but they hugged him well around the waist, and although he did have concerns about whether they would expose his front, the baggy tank draped down to his hips, covering his front quite well.“I’m changed,” Chrom called out, feeling slightly self-conscious in Ike’s large clothing, but happy that the amulet had worked so well. Ike opened up the bathroom door, clad in a pair of loose athletic shorts which rose up so far that Chrom could swear if Ike moved wrong something would fall out one of the leg holes. Ike was also wearing a tank top just like Chrom’s, with the straps just as thin as Chrom’s although the shirt fit him much better on the whole. Blushing at the sight of Ike in so little clothing, Chrom tried not to ogle those tight shorts, the front of which were bulging quite significantly, the things evidently not meant to hold one of Ike’s size without some difficulty.“Good. Leave your clothes here--we’ll come back and get them afterwards and you can return what you’re wearing to me,” Ike stated.“Mir.”“Although if you want to, you can keep those. I don’t have much use for them. I imagine you’ll still want your clothes back afterwards?”“Yes, and I’ll keep these for myself,” Chrom said, Ike nodding and sitting on the couch. Pulling some sneakers from the floor towards him, Ike quietly shoved his feet in and laced them up. Watching Ike put on his shoes, Chrom looked at the pink thong again, his mind racing. Feeling adrenaline filling his head, Chrom cleared his throat.“All ready, then?” Ike asked.“...Mir,” Chrom mumbled, watching Ike blink. Immediately regretting his decision, Chrom watched Ike turn to look at the pink thong on the couch.“Oh fuck, did I leave that out?!” Ike asked, blushing as he quickly grabbed the thong and stuffed it under the pile of clothes.“Er, I didn’t want to say anything,” Chrom admitted.“I-I… shit, Chrom, I… didn’t think I left that there. I-”“It’s okay, I just didn’t expect it is all. Mir. Are those… porn mags?” Chrom asked, Ike looking down at the couch again at the smattering of filthy magazines.“Shit. I, uh.” Ike stammered once more at the sight of his lewd pastimes being exposed to the other, the man quickly grabbing up as many of the magazines as he could to move them somewhere out of sight.“You really read that stuff? Are… are you gay?” Chrom asked, Ike stopping in his tracks as Ike shakily grabbed magazine after magazine, picking up ones titled innocently such as “Adam” as well as ones with not-so-innocent names like “Stuffing Filthy Holes.” Ike managed to pick up most of them, but they numbered a bit too many to grab in one go, a few still scattered across the couch. Ike looked panicked as he stared at them with his arms already full, his shorts unmistakably bulging out more than they had before.“Look, I… I didn’t… I don’t….” Ike blushed from ear to ear, his entire face red as he stared at Chrom pathetically, dropping the magazines in a pile on the floor, the things sliding everywhere, his porn collection half dumped under the couch.“I mean, we… probably shouldn’t keep Richter waiting,” Chrom mumbled, looking away, his own cock already at half mast under his tights.“Y-Yeah, just forget it. Sorry,” Ike said, his face still bright red and his shorts still tenting as he walked to the door and opened it for Chrom, letting him out. The two walked in silence to Richter’s door, the man evidently still in his room as the hallway was clear of any people. Ike knocked on the door.“One second! Still changing!” Richter shouted back. After just an awkwardly-silent minute that gave both Ike and Chrom the opportunity to lose their erections, Richter opened up the door and strolled out, shutting off the light and closing the door behind him. He was in a pair of tight yoga pants, some sneakers, and a tank top, although his wasn’t anywhere near as revealing as Ike’s.“You ready?” Ike asked, Richter tossing him a water bottle. Ike caught it neatly.“Yeah. Although, Ike, it really doesn’t look like your clothes fit Chrom at all,” Richter said, cracking a small smile.“It’s all I had, it doesn’t matter,” Ike said, shaking his head. “At least he’s wearing clothes.”“For sure. Although where I come from, normally we don’t when we exercise,” Richter said, stretching and grunting. He was carrying with him a pair of water bottles that must’ve come from his apartment. “Sorry, Chrom, these were the last two waters I had.”“That’s ok. Aren’t there fountains there?” Chrom asked.“Definitely. C’mon then, I guess you’ve never been to the gym, huh?” Richter asked, patting Chrom on the back.“No.” The gym in the Smash Mansion was quite extensive with weight machines, treadmills, all kinds of equipment, and even a sign that indicated there was a pool further along. There were also individual studios for tennis, yoga, martial arts, and much more. Chrom had only ever been to the training grounds: the fact that there was this extensive a place to exercise made him feel rather silly for not trying it out sooner.“I’m not used to working out like this--I hope you two will guide me,” Chrom said.“Definitely!~” Richter said, smiling and winking quite happily as he led Chrom through the gym with Ike at his side. They stopped in an open space where rolled-up mats were stored by one of the walls. Ike walked over to them and grabbed three, handing one to Richter and Chrom each. Following their lead, Chrom rolled out his mat onto the floor, equidistant between Richter’s mat and Ike’s mat. “We’re going to start by stretching and some body weight stuff. Just follow our lead,” Ike said, Chrom nodding. Ike and Richter started very smoothly, almost as if they were well-oiled machines that did this all the time. Chrom had a slightly difficult time keeping up, but with Ike and Richter’s guidance, he felt pretty good for himself. Richter was quick to correct him if he was doing something wrong, and even explained some of the stretches to him. They transitioned to a yoga-esque set of poses soon after, and although Chrom seemed to do well with those, as soon as they started doing body weight exercises, Chrom felt his muscles aching.“Gods, do you two… really do this stuff?!” Chrom asked, grunting as he felt his thighs giving out. Richter grinned, though his brow was slick with sweat, and his underarms had begun to wet the sides of his tank top.“Yeah, we do. It’s difficult, but after this is over with, we can start weight training, and that’s a bit easier than this I would wager,” Richter said, guiding them into another exercise. As they continued, Chrom began to sweat heavily in his compression tights and the loose tank, finding that his breathing was unimpeded by his shirt given how loose it was on his body. Finally, after what felt like far too much work, their warm up exercises came to a close, and Richter stood up with a grunt, Chrom having collapsed on his mat. Richter grinned at him, grabbing his hand and yanking him to his feet. Feeling his legs shake from overexertion, Chrom held onto Richter for support for a moment before managing to stand by himself.“Sorry, I… don’t do this often, uh,” Chrom mumbled, Richter nodding and leaning down, grabbing his water bottle by his own feet. Uncapping it, Richter took long draughts of his water, gulping it down thirstily and refreshing himself. Chrom looked to Ike who had also uncapped his water, and remembering that he was without any, Chrom bit his lower lip.“I think you did well though, all things considered,” Richter said, having finished off his water in a single drink of it.“Mir,” Chrom mumbled under his breath, Ike blinking before he took even a single sip of his own water.“Chrom, I think you probably need this more than me, right?” Ike asked, offering Chrom his water.“My thanks,” Chrom said, smiling as he took Ike’s water and slurped greedily until there was nothing left in the bottle. “Ike, he’s drinking all your water!” Richter said playfully.“Oh, it doesn’t matter, there’s water fountains anyway. Here, I’ll throw the bottles away,” Ike said, grabbing the empty bottles and leaving the two of them to go find a garbage can. Chrom turned to Richter, wondering what he should do to the other to test it. Thus far it had really only worked on Ike, and he wanted to make sure it wasn’t just Ike being overly friendly so much as it was the actual amulet. Staring Richter up and down to try and get a feel for what he should make the other do, Chrom immediately noticed how incredibly sweaty Richter was. The man had donned some tight, gray yoga pants to exercise in, and the entire crotch region of said pants were soaked with sweat, having gone a slightly darker color than the rest of the pants. If Richter were to turn around, Chrom assumed he might see sweat pouring from the man’s backside as well. Richter’s underarms were also totally slicked up with sweat, his tank drenched between his pectorals and under his arms, as well as from the square of his back. Richter’s strong arms and shoulders shone in the lights of the gym, his muscles glistening as he smiled at Chrom. Feeling a bit on edge from the sight, Chrom wondered idly if he could make the other show off at all. Afraid to give the command, Chrom debated in his mind for what felt like forever before he finally decided.“Mir,” Chrom mumbled, Richter blinking suddenly.“Er, you don’t mind if I take off my shirt, do you?” Richter asked, his hands already resting on the bottom hem of his tank top, slowly pulling upwards.“Not at all,” Chrom responded, watching that tank get peeled off of Richter’s body like it was made of plastic wrap, the vampire hunter’s bare torso exposed, sweat pouring off his muscles. Chrom bit his lower lip and let out a small exhale, aroused by the sight of Richter’s musculature now free for him to stare at. Richter draped his shirt over his shoulder, hiding one of his pecs, but the other was out in the open, a fat nipple on the edge of the muscle pointing directly outwards. Trying not to drool, Chrom allowed his eyes to sink to Richter’s tight abs, the muscles incredibly flat with the most delicious-looking crevices between each one. Wondering if he was getting ahead of himself with the amulet’s powers, Chrom began to question just how far he could make the other go.However, before he could get the chance to make Richter do anything more, Ike returned, a look on his face as he stared at Richter. Assuredly confused as to why the man was naked from the waist up, Ike arched an eyebrow before looking between Chrom and Richter.“You hot?” Ike asked Richter.“Uh, sort of. Sweaty for sure,” Richter clarified. “Should we get started on weights? We should probably go easy on Chrom since he’s here with us, but I think I have some exercises in mind for him.”“Sounds good. I-I’ll be… in your hands,” Chrom said, feeling like he already was given the sight of Richter’s built chest. Richter gave him a happy thumbs-up and led the way to the weights benches. Richter spotted Chrom and vice versa, letting Ike work off to the side on his own at a second weights bench. Both benches had a large rack attached for standing exercises, and Ike was taking the opportunity of said rack to do as many squats as possible. Whenever Chrom was meant to be spotting for Richter, he found himself making passing glances to Ike’s absolutely fat fucking ass, huge cheeks spreading out in those tiny shorts that hugged his hips so snugly they looked to be near-bursting every time he crouched down. Unsure of how exactly he had managed to find compression tights that fit Chrom, the prince began to sweat even more profusely than he did when it was his turn to bench press the bar. Richter had to let him know verbally on several occasions that he was finished lifting, and that it was Chrom’s turn to lay down on the bench. Every time Chrom did as well, he found himself staring directly up between Richter’s legs. Unsure of whether the other was simply standing so close to him for the sake of safety or mere unawareness, Chrom didn’t ask any questions as he was face-to-face with Richter’s bulge, and the tight yoga pants hid practically nothing. Able to see the shape of Richter’s cock snaking down his thigh, Chrom couldn’t help himself and stared openly, totally unfocused on lifting the bar off his chest and simply going through the motions. It was a good thing Richter was counting for the both of them, otherwise he wouldn’t know when to get up and let Richter have his go at it. Lust gradually filled Chrom’s mind, and although he felt bad about using the powers of the amulet for his own selfish desires, he couldn’t help but want to see more.“Mir,” Chrom mumbled, Ike stopping his squats and sighing. Slipping out of his shirt, Ike tossed it over the weight rack, exposing what had already been apparent both from the lack of coverage his tank top gave previously and his sheer size underneath what little fabric there was. Tight abs sat on a flat stomach like hard little shields, each one fit to perfection underneath plump pecs so large they might as well have been tits, Ike’s fat nipples sitting in the same way Richter’s did, slightly outturned and slightly downwards. Swallowing softly as he stared, Richter put down the bar and sat up.“How are you doing, Chrom? Need a break at all?” Richter asked, Chrom coming back to his senses as he managed to pull his gaze from Ike.“Er, sure, if you’ll let me,” Chrom said.“No problem. I should probably do squats anyway. You can spot the both of us,” Richter said, getting up and pulling the weights bench out from underneath the rack. Chrom nodded slowly and moved back behind Ike and Richter, sitting on a weights bench opposite the ones they were working at. Given a full view of both mens’ backsides, Chrom’s pants of exhaustion turned to pants of lust while Richter got into position to do squats for himself. Unsure of how he hadn’t gotten hard up until this point, Chrom snaked a hand down into his compression tights, adjusting himself to avoid an awkward moment with the two men, although it was impossible to hide his cock in the tights with no shorts on over top. He was lucky he had such a large tank top to keep things under wrap, but even then, it was incredibly thin, and although it reached all the way down to his hips, it didn’t manage to hit below his crotch, and his cock was snaking down his thigh as it grew harder and harder. Holding himself, Chrom watched thirstily while Ike and Richter squatted in front of him, Ike going down once while Richter went up. Imagining that they were squatting on his cock, Chrom began to salivate softly. “Mir,” Chrom managed, watching Ike hold the bar with one hand while he slipped the other back. Hooking a thumb under his waistband covertly, Ike yanked his tiny shorts down under his backside, unveiling those fat cheeks for Chrom to see. Inhaling hard, Chrom stared with arousal in his eyes as Ike grabbed the bar once more, squatting down low for the other, his huge, sweat-covered ass cheeks, almost globe-like in appearance, jiggled and spread out, his tight, incredibly tight asshole exposed. Not a hair was surrounding that hole, but that tight pucker was visibly dripping with sweat, probably oozing musk and pheromones and all kinds of manly scents, if only Chrom could get closer. Oozing precum into his shorts, Chrom let but a moment pass before he turned to Richter next.“Mir,” Chrom murmured again, Richter performing the same action as Ike did, slipping a hand back to yank his yoga pants down under his backside. His cheeks were fat too, and just as supple, plus his ass was all muscle. It moved only subtly when he squatted down, glutes extending and pouring out like squishy dough, his hole winking at Chrom in its cluster of tawny brown hairs filling the space between his cheeks and spreading across his ass as a whole. Sliding a hand into his compression tights, Chrom touched himself openly, needily stroking his confined cock but not daring to let the two men see him, or one another, as they squatted so lewdly. Unsure of whether they even knew they had slipped down their pants, Chrom decided he didn’t care a single bit while he made a wet spot in his tights. Watching those big, bulky bodies lift those weights, exposing their most private spots every time they crouched down, Chrom could barely handle himself, his cock growing in size until it was fully erect snaking down his leg. Adjusting himself so that his erection rested pointing upwards, he knew that he had to calm down or else risk being seen by Ike and Richter, let alone anyone else who was around. The gym was empty thank goodness, but there was no guarantee it would stay that way.“Mir. Mir,” Chrom said, Ike and Richter both yanking up their shorts and pants respectively, left in the absolute dark that they’d even slipped them down in the first place. Grunting softly, Chrom coaxed his cock down to a flaccid state, letting the large shirt he was wearing slip back over his front, hiding what was a trivial amount of definition to his front. However, he allowed himself one last indulgence, looking to Ike.“Mir.”“R-Richter, how many more can you do…?” Ike asked, panting heavily as he squatted low.“No idea, but I think I’m almost finished,” Richter said.“Same here. My ass is so fucking sweaty, it’s dripping sweat in my shorts,” Ike grunted.“Ike... don’t tell me that.”“Can’t help it, I’m just so… fucking wet down there, it probably stinks like musk. Thank the gods I shave my asshole-”“Ike!”“Sorry, I just. Sorry. My… fuck, my balls probably stink too. Gods they’re warm, I can feel them bouncing every time I crouch down. Ugh, can you imagine?”“I’d rather not, so stop talking about it!”“What I’d give to just take these tiny shorts off and let ‘em air out. I’d probably clear the whole gym, though.”“Ike, stop.”“Mir,” Chrom mumbled, watching Ike grunt and put his bar down on the weight rack. He slipped a hand down the front of his shorts, adjusting himself and groaning. Wondering if Ike would really obey the order he just gave, Chrom watched the blue-haired hero look at Richter with uncertainty.“Gotta cool off, sorry,” Ike apologized, slipping his shorts down his thighs, allowing his fat ass to pool out into the open alongside his huge cock. Trying not to get hard again, Chrom watched Ike kick them off his ankles, his shaft and balls rather large between his legs. Ike evidently went commando while working out, so there wasn’t even any underwear underneath to take off, although Chrom sort of figured out what Ike would’ve been wearing underneath his clothes had he chosen to wear anything.“Ike, what… what are you doing?!” Richter yelped, putting the bar down and averting his eyes, totally confused.“This feels so much better,” Ike grunted, sitting down on a weights bench and spreading his legs, letting his crotch air out. Thin beads of sweat dripped from his ballsack, his entire nether region gone damp from the sheer amount of squats he’d done at once. Realizing it was his own order that had caused such a condition, Chrom exhaled softly, arousal filling his head.“Put your shorts back on, you filthy bastard! Are you possessed by a--oh, ugh, that stench …!” Richter groaned, retreating away from Ike. Looking over, the smell of musk hit Chrom pretty quickly, a wave of fragrant air radiating from Ike’s sweat-covered body, the area between his legs clearly the source of the scent. That musk filled Chrom’s lungs immediately, the man becoming more and more aroused with each passing moment. As Chrom managed to turn his head to stare at Ike, he saw that Ike’s cock was semi-hard as well, the large shaft oozing musk in its half-mast state, pubes and balls dripping with sweat. A small dollop rolled down Ike’s cock, forming into a small, clear orb on his tip before dripping onto the floor, leaving a tiny wet circle on the ground.“Mir.”“Ugh, fuck,” Ike groaned, grabbing his cock and jacking it up and down a few times, his piece growing harder and harder by the second.“Ike, I don’t know what’s happened to you, but…! Chrom, come, we must exorcise the demon within him!” Richter shouted, rallying next to Chrom. Chrom stood up, hoping that the oversized tank top would cover his own growing erection as Richter approached him.“Um, okay? I don’t quite understand what’s happening,” Chrom said, not being a very good actor, but doing a good enough job lying through his teeth to convince Richter, perhaps chiefly due to the fact that Richter had bigger fish to fry.“I think he’s been possessed by a lustful, demonic power. However, I haven’t any crucifixes, let alone holy water. Can you apprehend him while I go get some?” Richter asked, Chrom looking between Richter and Ike.“I can try. Go, then!” Chrom shouted, Richter taking off, leaving the gym as quickly as he could.“Look, I know he’s all up in arms about me being possessed, but I’m really not,” Ike said, panting as he fapped openly, using his sweat as lube.“Okay,” Chrom stated simply, watching Ike jack his cock, the scent of his musk still thick in the air. It was like the scent of a beast marking its territory, incredibly dank and laden with moisture as though the mere presence of Ike’s nude lower half made the air around him humid. Chrom looked down at Ike’s discarded shorts and then looked at Ike.“We should probably go tell Richter I’m not possessed. I really don’t wanna get hit with a cross or holy water,” Ike admitted, squeezing his cockhead and dripping a dollop of precum onto the carpet below with a shiver.“Mir. Okay. I’m taking your shorts,” Chrom said, picking Ike’s tiny shorts off the ground. “Mir. Also, we should go back to your place. Richter will figure it out himself.”“Sure. Hey uh, I don’t have anything to wear on the way back… well, I guess besides this shirt, huh?” Ike mumbled, looking at his discarded shirt on the weights rack, letting his hand return to the entire length of his shaft, jacking from tip to base with the makeshift hole his hand made.“Mir. I’m taking that too. And I’m gonna sniff your shorts,” Chrom stated, walking over and grabbing Ike’s shirt from the rack. Quietly, he stuffed the shorts into his face, sniffing the interior of the fabric, laden with sweat and musk. It was like a super concentrated version of the raw air emanating from Ike’s crotch, a thick, almost oaky scent filling his head, making him nearly see white. Gasping in the musk, Chrom’s cock grew to full erection in his tights, the man shoving his tank top further down over his front.“You okay?” Ike asked, starting to thrust his hips into his hand now, clearly enjoying himself while he jacked off, his cock gaining a slightly red tint to it from the pressure building in his balls.“Mir. I’m fine,” Chrom stated. At this point, he was sure he had pretty much totally overused the powers of the mind control amulet, and yet it was still firmly in place around his neck, its abilities not having wavered for even a single moment. All of his commands were put into place within mere moments of him stating the command word, even when he was using it practically every passing moment. He wasn’t sure if he wanted it to break now that he’d gotten so much out of Ike, a man he figured he’d never be nearly as close to as he was now, or at least he wouldn’t be nearly so close in a way that might facilitate Ike’s current state of horny, naked being.“Well, we gotta find something for me to wear before I leave. I’m not going naked,” Ike mumbled, looking down at his fat length, the thing oozing precum and still dripping with sweat, the musk of his arousal and the musk of his natural smell mixing together in his hand.“Mir. There’s no clothes here, you know,” Chrom stated.“I guess. Well, fine then, but I’m covering myself the whole way,” Ike said as he got to his feet, finally no longer jacking off. However, he kept his hands down there, choosing to cover his front with his hands in lieu of being able to wear any clothes. The amount Ike managed to hide of his own body from view was pitiful--his fully erect cock still stood up high above his wrists, dripping juices onto his hands, and his balls still hung beneath his fingers, oozing musk and shiny with sweat.“Mir. I’ll follow you, but only if you don’t cover yourself,” Chrom said.“Got it,” Ike said, removing his hands from his front, turning, and walking out of the gym with Chrom a few feet behind him. Chrom watched from a distance as Ike walked stark naked through the halls, wearing only a pair of trainers.Ike’s body was incredible, although this was abundantly clear from first sight of him whether he was clothed or not. However, the sight of Ike totally nude in the Smash Mansion hallways, a place that was in total public view, was something to behold. As Ike walked up a set of stairs, his ass jiggled behind him, and as he walked past archways into the open air, his skin glowed in the sunlight. When Ike made his way to the dormitory hall, he looked down over the courtyard, past the railings which only just covered his front. Looking over the railing as well, Chrom saw that nobody was looking and figured that was for the best. However, as Ike walked on, Chrom recognized a familiar face running towards them.“Chrom! He got away from you?! Stay back, demon!” Richter shouted, whip at the ready. Chrom stepped forward readily, rushing in front of Ike. Despite being unsure of whether what he was about to do would work, he decided to do it anyway.“Mir,” Chrom spoke, Richter yelping and falling to his knees and then onto his side on the ground. Clutching his backside, Richter gasped and writhed on the floor, as though something was inside of him, making him squirm. Confused, Ike looked down at Richter. However, Chrom ushered him away with a single command.“Uuuungh, fuck! Ah, fuck! Ugh, my fucking… guts!” Richter gasped, his eyes rolling back into his head as he gasped and thrusted his hips, his body gyrating on the ground pitifully. His hands were flailing at his own backside, holding himself and slipping about as though he were trying to stop something and make it go faster all at the same time.“Mir,” Chrom spoke when he and Ike were sufficiently distanced from Richter, the vampire hunter gasping for air on the floor as he tried to stand up, but his legs were shaky and his mind was in a multitude of different places, not all of which included reality. Meanwhile, Chrom and Ike got away readily, Ike still walking at a slow stroll as he made his way to his apartment with Chrom behind him. They encountered nothing else on the way there, and Ike stopped at the door to his apartment as he attempted to open it. Realizing it was locked, Ike looked around, confused. Digging into the pocket of Ike’s shorts, Chrom procured the key to Ike’s room and handed it to him. Ike used it to open the door, letting himself and Chrom in. Ike flicked on the light switch and sighed, walking into the room and past the kitchenette, moving to the couch area where he lounged on top of the dirty clothes that were there. Chrom followed along and tossed Ike’s workout gear onto the rest of the dirty clothes before slipping the loose tank top off his torso.“Uh, you’re hard,” Ike mumbled, his face growing slightly red.“You are too. And naked,” Chrom stated.“Oh. I guess. Hey uh, you… well, I should probably take care of this. I mean, you know. Can you head out so I can handle it?” Ike asked, looking at his own cock. Sniffing at the woodsy scent of Ike’s musk slowly filling the air, Chrom shook his head.“I can help,” Chrom said.“I don’t really know you like that,” Ike stated.“But you’re fine with being naked around me? And hard? And jacking off in the gym? And wearing thongs?” Chrom asked.“That’s… well, it’s… complicated,” Ike mumbled. Chrom walked over to the bed, pulling off his shoes and socks as he laid down on it. He lifted up his legs slowly, looking past them at Ike.“Here, just slide your cock between my thighs. I-It’ll feel good,” Chrom said, Ike looking over at him, unsure.“Chrom, you’re asking me to have sex with you,” Ike said.“Yeah, c’mon. I won’t tell anyone, promise,” Chrom said, his horniness getting to him as he begged Ike to come over to him, running his hands over his thighs and perky butt.“I… I shouldn’t, Chrom,” Ike said, getting up and looking down at himself, his erection still pulsing with arousal between his legs.“Ike, I swear I won’t tell anyone, just slide your dick here and let loose. I promise I’ll keep it between us,” Chrom said. Ike slowly approached Chrom and laid a warm hand on his thigh, Chrom twitching slightly.“…You shave your legs, huh,” Ike stated simply.“C’mon, I know you’re really a huge whore. Stick your dick between my thighs already and start thrusting. I’m sure it won’t take you of all people long to cum,” Chrom teased Ike, the man’s face glowing bright red. Slowly, Ike grabbed hold of Chrom’s hips and slid him to the edge of the bed. Chrom let out a soft huff as he was manhandled, Ike’s large hands forcing him into a position where Ike would have full control over Chrom’s body.“T-Take off the tights?” Ike asked, Chrom yanking them off and tossing them aside. When he did take them off, his erect cock slapped into his stomach loudly, spitting precum over his abdomen. Ike grunted at the sight of Chrom’s naked, hairless thighs, the pale flesh looking particularly delicious to him. Ike moved past Chrom towards the nightstand where he procured a bottle of lube. Pouring some lube out onto his hands, Ike used the slippery stuff to coat Chrom’s inner thighs, holding him and rubbing along them. Chrom, sensitive from arousal, twitched and shivered in Ike’s hands, his legs shaking as Ike coated them. After Chrom’s thighs were sufficiently lubed up, Ike used the remainder of the lube to coat his cock. Groaning in delight at the sensation, Ike managed to completely wet his dick, shiny lube covering his piece in totality, his musk only growing stronger with the wet lube covering his cock. Then, Ike grabbed Chrom’s ankles, supporting his legs in the air as he lined himself up and leaned in.Slowly, Ike pushed his cock into the space between Chrom’s thighs, the warm shaft pushing between those slippery legs, its length moving further and further past them before Ike’s balls hung against Chrom’s shaft. Chrom watched the bulbous head slip towards him and then gradually away, Ike pulling back and out from between Chrom’s legs. Then, he pushed in again, this time at a less gradual pace, his hips shoving forward as he squished his dick between Chrom’s thighs. He pulled back again afterwards, and then pushed in once more after that. Before long, he had begun to pick up the pace and was fully thrusting his dick between Chrom’s thighs, fucking him.“Mmph, good boy,” Chrom mumbled, Ike looking down at him.“H-Huh…?” Ike asked.“I said ‘good boy.’”“Oh,” Ike said simply, biting his lower lip as he continued to move his hips, his face bright red. Chrom’s thighs were like soft, plush pillows, slick and slightly firm but more squishy than anything. As Chrom tightened his thighs, Ike felt his cock being pushed against, the pressure building in his balls when Chrom tensed.“You gonna cum?” Chrom asked, Ike shaking his head.“No, not yet,” Ike said.“Cum on me, Ike, c’mon.”“I will,” Ike said, picking up the pace slightly. His erection was sliding between Chrom’s thighs rather quickly now, being stroked from both sides as the lube began to splatter onto Chrom’s stomach and abs. A soft dribble of precum from Ike’s cockslit landed on Chrom’s cock, the dollop of clear fluid indistinguishable from the lube which coated Chrom’s lower body. Ike’s red face and focused yet lustful expression was making Chrom want to tease him, the prince knowing full well that Ike would probably only become more horny the more he was pushed.“You ever fucked a man’s thighs?” Chrom asked.“No, I don’t… do this a lot,” Ike stuttered slightly, unsure of whether he should really be speaking while focused on using Chrom’s legs to jack off with. Chrom grabbed some lube off his abs and legs, coating his hand with it. Slowly, Chrom grasped the tip of Ike’s dick, holding the bulbous head with his palm and fingers, arm moving in the same motion as Ike’s hips so that he wouldn’t accidentally let go of it. Ike let out a soft whine and Chrom rubbed his cockhead, polishing it slowly. Ike groaned and made guttural sounds, his thrusting slowing as he tensed up, tossing his head back.“Oh, you like that?” Chrom asked, rolling his palm all over Ike’s cockhead, the grooves in his hand slipping over Ike’s sensitive cockslit. Ike gasped and tensed his shoulders, yelping and stopping his thrusts as Chrom’s hand moved in such a way that was almost too much for him to handle.“W-Wait!” Ike yelped, Chrom smiling and watching the man squirm with unbearable pleasure. “Man, you’re such a slut.”“W-What?!”“You think otherwise?” Chrom rolled his palm against Ike’s cockhead more, making sure Ike’s cockslit got a good feel for the texture of Chrom’s hand. Ike gasped and shivered, squirting precum, the blue-haired hero like putty in Chrom’s hands.“N-Ngh…!” Ike groaned and moaned, throwing his head back repeatedly and shaking.“I’ll prove it to you,” Chrom pulled his legs away from Ike, rolling off the bed and standing up, grabbing the compression tights he had been wearing earlier and sliding them on over his boner. Quickly, he grabbed the key to Ike’s room as well, making sure it was in hand as he walked to the door.“What’s going on?” Ike asked, nursing his hard dick with his hand as Chrom moved past him and opened the door to his flat.“Mir. Come out here,” Chrom instructed, Ike following his orders and leaving his room, still nude aside from his trainers. Chrom followed along, shutting the door behind him. The prince looked around the hallway, spotting a figure far down near the entrance. It was Snake, wearing some casual clothes, probably on his way back from lunch or an outing or something. Grinning, Chrom looked at Snake and said for himself the magic word. If what he had thought of worked, he would be totally invisible to the man.“Er, Chrom, I… don’t think I should be out here naked,” Ike mumbled, covering his front again, doing a similarly pitiful job at it as he did in the gym when he first stripped down.“Mir. Go up to Snake and touch yourself in front of him. Tell him how much of a slut you are, that you got locked out of your room when you were jerking off in your doorway and the door shut on you. Tell him that you need to cum so bad you’ll do anything for him,” Chrom said, Ike looking towards Snake at the other end of the hall and trudging down to meet him. Chrom watched with bated breath, slipping his tights down his thighs, exposing his boner again as he needily jerked off. He followed behind Ike slowly, not wanting to get too close but still wanting to be near enough to hear what was happening. What followed next must’ve been the hottest interaction between two men he’d ever watched. It was a day like any other for Snake. He’d gotten breakfast at the cafe, met up with Samus in the gym early in the morning, showered for lunch, had lunch, and was currently returning to his room to spend some alone time before dinner, probably fiddling with his equipment or (more likely) watching TV. He was quite seriously lost in his own thoughts when he was returning to his room, so it took him quite a while to realize that he was himself being approached by a figure--the familiar face of Ike. However, Ike looked quite different to usual.For one, Ike was totally nude aside from a pair of sneakers, white socks which didn’t even reach halfway up his shins, and his iconic green headband. The blue-haired hero also had a certain expression on his face. That expression was a mix of determination, lust, submission, neediness, perseverance, and a number of other emotions which were altogether uncommon in everyday life. His stroll coming to a stop as he was headed off by the muscular, naked hero, Snake watched the man approach and stand before him, rock hard cock parallel with his own body.Then came the smell. Snake hadn’t ever smelled musk like Ike’s before. It was laden with woodsy, dank flavors, and the mere presence of Ike had that scent in a thick haze across the corridor. Snake figured it could peel wallpaper right off the wall, and while he wasn’t exactly trying to huff it up, it infested his nose and brain almost as soon as he first got a taste of it. It made him woozy, but somehow he managed to stay sane.“S-Snake, I… I got locked out of my room,” Ike mumbled, wrapping a hand around his cock, “I was jerking off in the doorway but the door shut behind me on accident.”“What the…?”“P-Please, I gotta cum, Snake. I’ll do anything. I’m such a filthy fucking slut…!” Ike groaned, stroking his dick up and down with a precum-covered hand, making loud fapping noises that rang out through the hallway. Snake looked up and down the large corridor with many doors but saw no other person besides Ike. He wondered if it was a prank.“Ike… what are you doing?” Snake asked, confused.“I’m jacking off! C’mon, help me out. Please?” Ike begged, his hand getting faster as he touched himself, wildly flying up and down his cock. His right bicep and pectoral flexed on repeat as his hand became a blur, precum splattering all over the perfect marble floor, droplets of Ike’s lustful juices spraying everywhere.“You can’t be serious.”“I am… p-please, I’m so close…!” Ike managed. Snake sighed a hard sigh and looked down at Ike’s reddened cock and his balls jumping in time with his strokes. He looked back up at Ike’s needy face and shrugged. Spitting on one of his hands, Snake removed Ike’s hand from his cock and replaced it with his own. Ike tossed his head back immediately, pleasure coursing through him as Snake grasped his shaft.“You really are a slut, you know that?” Snake asked, Ike too caught up in his own arousal to say much more. Snake began pumping up and down, Ike twitching and reacting with each pump all on his own. Every time Snake pulled up, Ike’s shoulders tensed and his abs became rock hard, a breath taken in. Each time Snake pushed back down, Ike’s shoulders relaxed and he let his stomach relax, a breath let out. It was as though Ike’s cock was the control rod of his entire body, and by simply pressing once here or once there, Snake was able to do whatever he liked to Ike.“Thank you sir… t-thank you…!” Ike gasped out, Snake’s hand now coated in precum as he jacked Ike off, touching him from tip to base quite contentedly, making the hero squirm and shiver, dribbling precum every second. “How long have you been out here?” Snake asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at Ike, as though the man could even see him with his head thrown back in pleasure, his arms raised behind his head as though he were inviting Snake to sniff his pits. However, the hero did look down for a moment.“A-Ah… ah! Not long. Ah fuck!” Ike managed to give an answer between gasps and pants, Snake starting to grin slightly.“You really are serious, aren’t you?” Snake asked, growing suddenly a dominant streak as he rapidly stroked Ike up and down, the hero thrusting into the hole that was made with Snake’s hand, Ike tensing and relaxing and begging for more.“Yes! Y-Yes, I’m a dirty whore! Touch me, make me squirt!” Ike yelled into the open air, his words surely ringing down the hall and into the various fighters’ rooms, not to mention off the balcony and into the courtyard below.“I’m getting there, hold on a minute, would you? Hmph…” Snake grumbled and continued jacking off Ike, not seeming to enjoy being goaded on, although he did indeed love Ike’s reactions. Snake kept looking around quickly too, anticipating someone showing up in the hallway, but nobody did. Feeling like there was still someone watching, Snake shook his head and focused on getting Ike to cum. He started working the upper half of Ike’s cock specifically now, trying to hit all those nerve endings comprising Ike’s cockhead repeatedly. And hit them he did, Ike responding quite well with whimpers and shivers, his spine a pillar of electricity which tickled him so pleasurably he felt like he was in heaven. Ike’s cock sprayed a thin stream of precum all over Snake’s hand, the man’s fingers dripping with ooze and juice, Ike’s messy pre pouring from his cock like a faucet turned all the way up.“Ah fuck! Gonna cum! Gonna cum! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuck !” Ike yelled at the top of his lungs, shouting down the hall and out into the open air of the courtyard, birds in nearby trees taking to the wind in panic. Ike’s cockslit erupted in jizz, thick ropes of creamy cum splattering against Snake’s face, the man recoiling after a couple shots before leaning down as quickly as he could and slurping up Ike’s cockhead, capping his orgasm. Each jet of sperm hit the back of Snake’s throat, cascading down his pharynx and into his esophagus, the man gagging and swallowing each one. However, there were more than he could handle, and by the time Ike’s shots numbered in the double digits, Snake had to let go for fear of choking. Squirt after squirt of cum layered onto his face, white sticky goodness coating his cheeks, nose, chin, mouth, and forehead. Ike gasped and shook, spraying nonstop all over Snake’s face, his orgasm rocking him to his core, the slutty hero unable to stop cumming as he whimpered and yelped. Ropes of semen landed on Snake’s shirt too, coating his black t-shirt in streaks of white paint, soaking his upper body. Snake capped Ike’s cock with his mouth again, swallowing down the man’s seemingly endless stream of cum.Of course, as voluminous as Ike’s orgasm was, it wasn’t endless, and this time Snake slurped down the last of Ike’s load. Sucking on that overly sensitive cockhead, Snake watched Ike squirm and whine as he was played with even though his orgasm was over with. Snake pulled his mouth off of Ike and licked his lips but kept his precum-covered hand on Ike’s member.“You think you’re done?” Snake asked, reaching his hand up to Ike’s cockhead. Slowly, Snake pressed his palm to the tip and rolled it right over in a circular motion, as though polishing it. Ike groaned and yelled, tossing his head back once more, heat gathering in his bladder.“W… Wait… wait! Wait, you’re gonna…!” Ike couldn’t speak very well, his body wracked with pleasure that couldn’t be ignored, the sensitivity of his orgasm making him unable to do much more but thrash and whine.“I’m gonna what? You probably didn’t think I’d do this, huh? You probably thought I’d be happy when you came. You’re a massive slut, Ike, so I wanna make you squirm. Go ahead, piss yourself like the slut you are.” Snake torturously slid his palm over Ike’s cockslit, the hero gasping and squirting hot urine into the air, some of it colliding with Snake’s hand, splattering in recoil all over his dick, balls, pelvic region, legs, and the floor. As heat poured from Ike’s cock, so too did that thick stream of piss, the stuff cascading into the air when Snake let go of his cockhead. However, Snake grabbed onto Ike’s cock and angled it so that the warm golden fluid sprayed in an arc right onto himself. Snake put his face up into that stream, opening his mouth wide and lapping at it like a beast drinking from a waterfall, gulping up mouthfuls of piss. He didn’t catch it all in his mouth though. In fact, a majority of the piss poured down Snake’s chin, neck, and all over his shirt and shorts, down his legs, and into a puddle beneath him. Snake angled Ike’s cock back at him too, soaking the hero in his own piss, the stream strong enough to hit the man’s beefy pecs, those muscles glistening with wetness in the light of day.“Ungh… fuck,” Ike swore, watching his bladder get unloaded all over himself and Snake, the two men left standing in puddles of fresh piss that surely must’ve cost a fortune given it’d come from the radiant hero himself. It wasn’t every day that Snake had the opportunity to taste the urine of the blue flame legend, and he could barely believe how tasty it was.“Someone’s been needing to go, huh? Slut,” Snake said with a grin, slapping Ike’s cock, a spritz of piss flying off to the side as Ike’s bladder emptied the last of its load. A few sputters of liquid later and Ike was milked totally dry of everything he had to give; he’d squirted, he’d cum, he’d piss, and now he was merely a naked hero, standing still fully erect in the middle of the hallway in a puddle of his own piss and cum, the stuff covering his muscular body, a thin layer of sweat keeping any of his lewd fluids from soaking into his skin. Snake was similarly drenched, bukkake all over his face and shirt, not to mention dripping with heroic piss. Licking the cum near his mouth, Snake smiled, content with himself, and gave Ike’s erect cock another slap. Ike reeled from the whack, his dick swinging in response, flying back and forth like a metronome.“Now then, you lost your key? Come on into my room and I’ll get you some clothes to wear while you get a new one. And maybe a shower too, although something tells me you like smelling like a filthy animal,” Snake muttered, laying an arm over Ike’s shoulders and walking him down the corridor. Chrom vigorously fapped while Ike and Snake left, walking down the hallway and into Snake’s room. Chrom desperately threw himself on the marble floor, lapping up Ike’s still-warm piss and thrusting his cock against the puddle which was made with it. His compression tights were soaking up all the fluids, but he didn’t care. He was on cloud nine having watched Snake make Ike his bitch and now he so desperately needed to cum however he could.Whacking off while laying in that puddle, Chrom turned onto his back and lifted his hips up off the ground. Jacking off wildly, Chrom panted hard, his hand a blur over his erect piece, thighs shivering and half-covered by the compression tights. Ike was such a filthy slut, the prince couldn’t believe he saw that whole display. And now here he was, laying in a puddle which testified to Ike’s gayness, his sluttiness, and his arousal. Chrom felt his nut busting all at once and sprayed semen all over himself in such a rush of adrenaline and endorphins he felt lightheaded. He could only imagine what Ike’s cum tasted like, let alone Snake’s throat coated with it, and how delicious it must’ve been to get a fresh gulp of all the hero had to offer. Chrom’s eyes rolled into the back of his head while he came, semen coating his nude stomach, chest, neck, face, and hair, hard shots spraying even above his head.“Well, you seem to have enjoyed yourself.” Robin’s voice rang out from above Chrom, the prince in the midst of orgasm when he looked up and saw his tactician’s amused face looking back down at him.“R-Robin…!” Chrom managed, a shot of his cum hitting Robin’s boot.“You know, you should’ve told me you were horny. I wouldn’t have given you the amulet then,” Robin said, reaching down and untying the leather cord around Chrom’s neck. Slowly, he removed the amulet from Chrom and wiped the cum from it. Chrom finished his orgasm eventually and his hips plopped back into the puddle of Ike’s lingering fluids, spent from thrusting while he fapped.“Fuck… h-how much did you see?” Chrom asked, using a hand to roll himself over and get to his knees, trying to stand up. Robin shrugged and took a closer look at the amulet, checking the charm itself to see what damage had been done to the physical necklace.“Oh, enough I suppose. Well, you said you wouldn’t use it for bad things, and I guess you didn’t technically, but this was a rather naughty use, Chrom,” Robin said, looking at Chrom with a knowing smile.“Well, I. Yeah, I was horny, so-““Mir,” Robin said, watching Chrom fall back to the floor on his hands and knees and immediately stuff his face into the puddle beneath him. “Now then, you’ll clean up your mess, and when you’re done, just knock on my door and I’ll let you in. As far as I can tell, this has been a successful test.”“W-Wait!” Chrom managed between needy licks at the puddle on the floor. Robin strolled away from Chrom, the prince left wearing naught but compression tights which were still hanging at his knees, bent over and slurping at a puddle of piss. Anyone who walked by would be privy to quite the scene, and there would be no getting out of it what with the obvious smell and color attributed to the puddle, let alone Chrom’s cum-covered, piss-soaked muscles and hair. Chrom hungrily worked to lap up every last drop of the puddle, but he had a long way to go with two puddles in the hallway, let alone ones of the sizes that they were. He’d have to be there for more than an hour if he only used his tongue, but the anulet’s powers were final, and Robin would only let him stop when the task was done. Shutting the door to his flat behind him, Robin imagined all the shame Chrom would feel when the men who lived in their dormitory wing found him on his hands and knees licking up a mess of what was technically his own making. And while that shame would probably be terrifyingly arousing for Chrom, Robin figured it’d also help him realize the consequences of his actions: people’s lives were not to be toyed with, and dark magic required responsibility to use correctly. If Chrom wanted to avoid being caught acting like a literal dog desperate for a drink, he ought to treat others with respect regardless of how aroused he was in the first place.

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Although Ike was certainly a strong warrior, flexibility wasn’t exactly his strong suit. He was often described as a brutish mercenary and a meathead hero, although neither description truly did his figure justice, and not a word was ever said about him being in any way quick on his feet or particularly dexterous. In fact, most fighters on the cast of Smash would say that, of all the Fire Emblem representatives, Ike was perhaps the slowest, even besides Robin or Byleth who, by all accounts, had to be slower than him in spite of their smaller figures. Always shouldering the burden of being seen as a hulk of a man wasn’t exactly heavy on his conscience day in and day out, but Ike often thought he didn’t get the due credit he deserved on the battlefield when it came to the cast of fighters. Not everyone could be trained by the Chozo or be born a literal electric mouse, and Ike figured, for an ordinary human, he did well enough for himself. Still, in order to change general consensus, as well as adhere to the strict health standards of Smash, Ike signed himself up for some flexibility training with the Wii Fit Trainer. If anyone was to help him with such a task, it had to be them.

It wasn’t exactly advertised as a yoga program, but Ike knew his usual training attire would probably be insufficient to the purpose of getting a good stretch in. Knowing his training in flexibility would require new garments, Ike traveled to Onett ahead of time--a town in one of the many worlds the fighters of Smash came from, and all of these worlds and towns were available to them should they wish to return home or visit one another at any time. He found a clothing store and purchased himself a sleeveless compression shirt and a pair of yoga pants which were truly a size too small, but the shop had nothing else on hand which he would like. His usual sneakers would work well enough, and, satisfied with what he’d bought, he wore it on the day of his training.

The Smash Mansion was a large compound, with floors in the double digits and multiple buildings to speak of. In order to best take care of every fighter’s needs, amenities were plentiful, not to mention the necessary and warranted services like those of food or health. Ike’s personal training session was booked at the men’s yoga studio: why these amenities in particular were gender-coded made little sense to him, but it was an obvious thing at this point. After all, Ike had spent the better part of many years at the Smash Mansion, and since they built the yoga studios in the respective basements of each gendered dormitory, it was a kind of natural progression that they might be specific for each individual population of the dormitories. That being said, Ike hadn’t really spent much time in the women’s dormitory, as no male or other kind of fighter had, and for as little time he spent in the men’s yoga studio as well, the two opposites might as well have been the same for his ignorance of the situation.

Leaving his apartment with a bottle of water in hand and some personal affects in his pants, he walked down the long hallway which housed the many doors to the individual apartments of the male fighters in Smash. Not all of them lived on the same floor, and there were many floors lower down which belonged to miscellaneous personnel who attended and looked after the mansion just as well. Still, he had the opportunity of meeting Little Mac on this particular occasion, and it was not altogether unwelcome as Ike honestly wasn’t sure the exact direction he needed to walk. He presumed he’d make his way to the elevator and choose to go to the basement when it arrived, but where in the basement afterwards?

“Hey, Ike. What’s with the workout stuff?” Mac asked as he approached Ike, sporting his own pink jumpsuit.

“I have a training session today,” Ike said.

“Hey, that’s good. Hope it goes well. Is it with one of the Trainers?” Mac asked.

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Doc’s around, but when I can’t find him, I usually have one of them help me with my boxing practice. They’re good,” Mac eyed Ike’s tight yoga pants, seeing a bulging outline snaking down the man’s leg. The thing was cut and lean, Mac even spotting a few veins coursing down Ike’s soft tool that was definitely over ten inches even while flaccid. That wasn’t even mentioning the way the fabric stretched around Ike’s fat cockhead, the tight pants emphasizing the bulb-shaped tip and even the barely-agape dickslit. Mac grinned and gave Ike a look.

“What?” Ike asked.

“Nothing. Which one of the trainers you seeing?” Mac probed further.

“Uh, it’s the male one,” Ike said, figuring he’d be the one in the male yoga studio.

“Oh, is it?” Mac had a teasing tone to his voice, a certain amount of playfulness in his expression as well.

“What?” Ike asked again.

“Nothing,” Mac insisted.

“You keep saying that but I think you mean something.” Ike rubbed the back of his neck, Mac grinning again.

“Just have fun. He’s a blast.” Mac strolled on past Ike, giving him a hard slap on the ass as he walked by. Ike yelped and swiveled around quickly, feeling where he was hit radiate with heat. That heat rushed up to his face before free falling into his crotch, causing his front to stir uncomfortably. Ike blushed brightly and made to say something, but Mac made a quick escape with a snicker before Ike could speak.

“...What was that all about?” Ike sighed and shook his head, rubbing his now-stinging ass cheek, the fat pillow of muscular meat no doubt bright red with the image of Mac’s handprint now, although his yoga pants weren’t quite so transparent as to allow him to check for certain. Realizing he’d forgot to ask where in the basement the yoga studio was, Ike felt his left eye twitching slightly, annoyed at himself. He quietly made his way to the elevator at the end of the hall, and nobody else was in the hall, so he got on by himself and pressed the button for the basement floor. In time, the elevator doors opened to reveal the basement, and from there he was really in the dark.

The basement floors of the Smash Mansion were arguably just as grand and labyrinthian as the above-ground floors, although helpful signage and maps could be found about on the walls in a rather modern way of interior design. Ike trudged up to one such map and stared for a moment. Although it was a small matter, Ike wasn’t exactly the most well-read, but he figured out the general location of the yoga studio in time, and as far as following a path went, Ike usually went above and beyond. He wasn’t great at book learning or literacy, but Ike had more spatial awareness than most fighters could shake a stick at: being a war veteran did that to him, although arguably most fighters in Smash were in similar situations to him as far as having fought great battles was concerned.

Ike found his way through the basement of the Smash Mansion’s male dormitory and towards the yoga studio. The whole mansion had a grand, castle-like feel about it, and calling it a mansion in the first place was perhaps inappropriate given the fact its many buildings practically made up a fortress made of stone blocks with slightly more modern interiors than most fighters were used to, or at least the Fire Emblem fighters were used to. To an extent, Ike knew the Begnion capital of Sienne and the grand castle where the senate and the apostle performed their political business, but even that wasn’t an apt comparison to make to the Smash Mansion. He had been explained some of the basics, but of course Ike was a little slow when it came to the sciences, and so he understood generally that the Smash Mansion and its benefactors were able to harness the power of water and electricity to create unbelievable feats of technology like plumbing or lighting. When the most complex machines one knew were those of war or magic, everything in the Smash Mansion was almost completely incomprehensible. Still, Ike had been there for years now, and he had gotten used to most of the marvels, although they still puzzled him from time to time.

The basement wasn’t particularly puzzling. Although modern and partially in the realm of what Ike would call absolute fantasy, it was mostly just a mixture of utilitarian and fancy. The hallways were sleek and minimalist, but still pleasant and engaging. The floor was primarily stone tiles, and the walls some kind of smooth plaster no doubt backed by wood. There were a number of miscellaneous businesses that ran in the basement--a small coffee shop with a tired-looking barista behind the counter, a tiny shop which sold prepackaged food and drink, and more, mostly in the service of amenities for the fighters. However, down the hall and around the corner the yoga studio sat, and Ike found it well enough after a short walk.

The studio was not what Ike expected, although in all fairness he had no concept of what a studio properly was. It was similar to the hallway in its sleekness, but there was also a sense of warmth. Varnished wood and off-white bricks were the general theme, and all of the furniture was minimalist in that way many of the areas of the mansion were. Ike was welcomed by some random attendant who checked him in and he had to provide very little information to this person. Security was rarely a problem at the mansion and Ike himself was obviously quite the important person, so no real identification was required. Ike did not at all approve of throwing his own weight around unnecessarily, and he found many other fighters’ taste on such a matter coincided with his readily. Still, when it came to the little things, he was at least grateful to not have to deal with paperwork. As soon as he finished checking in at the desk, the male Wii Fit Trainer appeared, as though knowing Ike had arrived.

“Hey, Ike, good to see you,” the Trainer said, Ike nodding at him.

“Hi,” Ike said simply.

“Follow me: I have a space for us.”

The Trainer took Ike through the studio towards a smaller room. The studio as a whole seemed made up of these smaller rooms in spite of the fact the lobby proper and the larger studio space took up a great deal of area. While Ike was led, he spoke not a word, being the polar opposite of an everlasting talker for himself as he much preferred to keep the small talk to a minimum. The pair parted from the slick studio and entered one smaller room off to the side which the Trainer allowed Ike into first before following and shutting the glass door behind himself.

“Take off your shoes,” the Trainer instructed, Ike moving to follow the man’s instructions. He placed his water down and sat on the floor, untying his laces. The Trainer picked up his water bottle and looked at it curiously, Ike looking up at him.

“...Yes?” Ike asked.

“Oh, nothing, it’s just that I seem to have forgotten my water,” the Trainer admitted.

“Have mine.”

“I can’t ask you to give me your water.”

“It’s fine.”

“Well then, if I have it, then let me go get you a new one,” the Trainer said with a small smile, Ike shrugging as he undid his laces. The Trainer vanished from the room for a short while and Ike had the opportunity to simply look around.

The room was strange, and Ike had never seen one like it, with the main feature being a glass skylight above his head. While it was true the studio was in the basement, that simply meant the ceiling of the studio was at ground level, and with it being a space devoted to yoga and what not, natural light was clearly a thing to be treasured. The skylight took up most of the ceiling, and the room was not very big. Ike couldn’t exactly touch opposite walls at the same time, but it was only large enough for perhaps two or three people to stand with their arms out towards one another. The walls were the same off-white brick Ike had seen before, and the floor was a matte pale wood. However, one of the walls had a kind of window in it where, rather than glass, a vertical garden was growing, embedded in the wall. Compared to the mostly white interior, the subsection of the wall where the plants were growing was almost a technicolor green and reminded Ike of Serenes Forest after it had been restored. Laid out on top of the pale wood floor was a large mat which almost filled the space, and besides that, the room was empty.

As Ike slipped off his shoes and put them next to the door, the Trainer returned with a bottle of water that had a green label and handed it to Ike. Taking it, Ike unscrewed it, the plastic crunching pleasantly as he loosened the cap and tipped it back. Taking a few gulps, Ike swallowed the water and closed it once more, leaving it next to his shoes when he was done. He wiped his mouth and got up, walking onto the mat which almost filled the room. The Trainer placed Ike’s old water down on the opposite side of the door and joined Ike on top of the mat, facing him.

“Have you ever done this kind of training before?” the Trainer asked.

“No,” Ike said.

“Then let me tell you,” the Trainer replied, “that this could be a bit difficult for you. For people who are inflexible, although I’d hardly call you inflexible, the first time they truly stretch can be painful.”

“I can take it.”

“Good. As you can tell, there are no weights--the only weight is your body, and because it’s the only weight, it is perfectly heavy for this activity. Let’s begin. Follow my motions,” the Trainer instructed.

They began quite easily with some squats and shoulder rolls. Each time the Trainer came back up from a squat, he rolled his shoulders around, and he did this many times with Ike copying him. Shortly after, the Trainer began to warm up his shoulders and arms. He pulled his head away from one of his shoulders with his hand, allowing his trapezius, neck, and shoulder muscles to stretch. Then he stretched each of his arms behind his back and further did even more squats combined with shoulder rolls. Ike was confused as to exactly how any of this was meant to make him more flexible or dexterous, but he got the sense quite quickly this was only a warm-up.

The Trainer then instructed Ike to spread his legs shoulder-width apart and reach down for the ground. The Trainer was practically made of stretchy rubber, easily bending his body like a jackknife so that both his palms and the soles of his feet were flat on the ground without even bending his knees. He looked up and watched Ike struggle to touch the ground without bending his knees and gave him a small smile, although it was not out of malice. Every time Ike made to lean further down, his calves, hamstrings, glutes, and even lower back seemed to buckle and prevent him from moving the same way the Trainer did. He felt his muscles stretch to what must’ve been their limit, and he couldn’t properly fold his body like the Trainer did.

“What I recommend,” the Trainer said, “is that you hold each elbow with the opposite hands and simply make your torso as heavy as possible. The closer to the ground the better, but I see you’re not as flexible as I am.”

The Trainer demonstrated what he meant, holding his elbows with his hands and hovering above the ground rather than making contact with it using his palms. Ike did this and found it possible for him, albeit still a little painful. The Trainer resumed touching the ground with his palms, and he held this position for a solid minute.

“Now, sway your hips from side to side,” the Trainer instructed, “and remember to keep your knees unbent. Like this.”

The Trainer showed Ike what he meant and swayed his hips slowly. He pushed his butt out to one side for a moment, then he pushed his butt out to the other side for another moment, holding his position each time for a short few seconds. Ike followed suit and felt his calves and hamstrings being yanked on by the opposite leg each time he moved his butt to one side or the other. He grunted with each movement, and the Trainer looked at him.

“More hips. Let me help,” the Trainer said.

“I think I got it,” Ike said, trying not to grunt now.

“Nonsense.”

Standing up straight and positioning himself behind Ike, the Trainer grabbed hold of Ike’s hips and guided them. His hands were warm and his guidance gentle but insistent as he curled his palms and fingers to the contours of Ike’s hips and upper glutes. He moved with Ike’s movements, pulling his hips in one direction and letting them stay there for a moment before moving them in another direction and doing the same. Ike grunted harder at this, and it seemed the Trainer was much less concerned with Ike’s limits than he. Granted having an instructor almost always helped one perform what they are learning to do properly, and Ike was grateful for the help, but it was a little painful. The Trainer didn’t let up either, continuing to pull on Ike for around a minute before he returned to his spot on the mat.

“Now, turn to your right leg and hold it using your hands. Keep your toes forward as you breathe in and out slowly,” the Trainer said.

Again, with the movement, Ike felt his leg muscles stretching, although this time the muscles of the leg he held were stretched rather than those of the opposite leg. Still staring at the ground intently, Ike shut his eyes and tried to ignore the sensation of his body being pulled apart by the position he was in. The Trainer told Ike to switch legs and he did, seeing that the Trainer was doing the same as he was. Watching the Trainer do it so effortlessly as though it was a simple matter was more helpful than anything, and having a visual reference definitely assisted Ike who learned decently well by example. Following the man’s instructions, Ike held that position for around thirty seconds before they moved on, and the Trainer allowed Ike to stand straight again.

“Next we’ll be touching our toes,” the Trainer said.

“Hold on,” Ike said, grabbing his water by the door and uncapping it. Drinking some more of it, he began to realize that he was possibly in for more than he’d bargained for when he signed up for the flexibility training. The pain was only a thing when he actually stretched, and he’d been through worse before, but it still hurt, and he was worried he wasn’t exactly performing the best given how the Trainer felt the need to guide him along with literal hands-on teaching. Ike put his water back down when he was done with it and walked back to the mat.

“Feeling it?” the Trainer asked.

“A bit.”

“Good. Now, follow my motions. Spread your legs so that you can see the ground between them. Push your butt out and flatten your back before folding down and touching your toes. Keep your butt out and your back flat for the duration of the stretch. You will feel the extension in your hamstrings, glutes, and lower back.”

The Trainer, once again, folded his body like a jack knife, simply reaching for his own feet, his back flat and his butt out a little behind his heels. He touched his toes and looked up at Ike who tried to follow suit. Ike stuck his ass out behind him and arched his back a tiny bit for good measure, meaning to do as the Trainer did. However, when he got so much as half as far down, he felt his hamstrings at their limit and he paused. He reached down with his arms and couldn’t quite touch his feet, his fingers just long enough to graze them but not remain firmly on them. Squirming a little, Ike made himself stretch more, but he couldn’t quite hold the same position as the Trainer could with his back straight, and the Trainer got up to assist him again. Standing behind Ike once more, the Trainer crouched down to be level with Ike’s glutes and hamstrings. He ran his fingers along Ike’s hamstrings, the thick thigh muscles flexing and quaking as the Trainer touched them.

“Hmm, a bit more,” the Trainer said, standing up again and letting his hands rest on Ike’s lower back. The Trainer pressed down on the man’s back, folding Ike’s body further, the hero feeling his hamstrings stretch hard and he grimaced as he managed to grab hold of his own feet. Sweat formed on his brow and the Trainer kept the pressure up, standing now so his hips were flush with Ike’s butt. Ike grunted and bit his lower lip, trying to stay stretched, although the Trainer gave him little choice, squishing him down into position. The Trainer only forced a minute of stretching, but it felt like forever to Ike, and while he tried not to seize up or bend his knees, he felt his hamstrings being pulled and pulled and pulled the entire time. Eventually the Trainer let go and Ike grunted, his hands leaving his feet almost immediately. However, the Trainer grabbed hold of Ike’s hips and guided them down to a squat, Ike’s knees bending and him now easily able to touch his toes. The Trainer then pulled him back up to the same position where his knees were locked straight, and then pressed down on the man’s lower back once more, stretching his hamstrings again and making him touch his toes once more. Ike groaned and the Trainer pressed his own hips into Ike’s ass so the man couldn’t back up or move his butt, forcing him to stretch. This time it only lasted around thirty seconds, although by the time the Trainer let go of Ike, the hero felt as though he’d been thoroughly yanked. Ike stood up straight again and sighed with relief, his hamstrings feeling more loose than they had ever been in his life. He pulled off his compression top and tossed it aside onto his shoes, quickly grabbing his water once more and drinking as much of it as he could without emptying the bottle.

“Is it always so hard?” Ike asked, the Trainer laughing a little.

“You’ve never done it before, so it’s only natural,” the Trainer said.

Ike put his water down, and when he did, he felt a pang of heat suddenly grip him in what he initially thought was his stomach. Warm and tingling, it seemed to spiral in his lower torso and pelvic muscles. He looked down at himself, not noticing anything on the surface of his now-naked torso besides sweat and his flushed complexion from the strenuous activity. He wondered if it was merely his blood flowing better through his body because of the stretching, but he couldn’t know if that was true, and after all, it felt so strange. It was as though he’d swallowed something odd and it was now sitting at the bottom of his intestines and somehow growing or pulsating with heat. He began to worry if it might be because of the stretching that he felt bad, but that didn’t make any sense. It was almost like being nauseous but there was absolutely no dizziness or sickness about it, rather it was simply a sensation of this strange heat inside him. He walked back onto the mat and cleared his throat, and when he did, he could almost feel something in his gullet. Clearing himself up again, he felt a tingling sensation at the bottom of his esophagus like acid reflux but not at all sharp and instead just plain warm. It seemed to continue on into his stomach, and what he felt deep in his gut must’ve been the other end of that tingling sensation, somehow reaching through his insides as though he were producing the heat within himself.

“Everything alright?” the Trainer asked, and Ike snapped back to his senses.

“Yes.”

“Good. Let’s continue. Follow my motions. Come down into a lunging position and we’ll warm up your hip flexors.”

The Trainer lunged in towards Ike and Ike found he couldn’t lunge without basically lunging in next to the Trainer so that they were almost touching. Still, he did as he was told and the Trainer looked down at Ike’s body, particularly his crotch where his hip flexors were.

“Lean into the lunge hard, keep your hands on your hips, and move forward ever so slightly,” the Trainer instructed. Ike tried to do as he was told, but he didn’t exactly know what the Trainer meant when he told him to move forward. “No, like this,” the Trainer said, reaching out and grabbing Ike’s hips again. He forced Ike forward a bit before letting go of his own lunge to help Ike, on his knees while he assisted. He brought himself right up to Ike so there was only a tiny sliver of space between their torsos, the Trainer’s hot breath trailing down the side of Ike’s neck. Trying not to look at him for fear of bumping noses or something worse, Ike felt his hips stretching while the Trainer pushed on him, making him lunge. The Trainer moved Ike’s arms so they were in the air instead now so he could focus on holding Ike’s hips. In the stretch, Ike could really feel his hip flexors being pulled, and the warmth he felt earlier seemed somehow compounded by the stretching. It was as though the painful sensation of stretching was being somehow eaten up by the tingling heat and turned hotter and hotter. A little unnerved, Ike pulled back a bit and the Trainer looked up at him.

“Sorry,” Ike grunted.

“It’s okay, just stay still,” the Trainer said, pushing Ike forward again and holding him there. The more Ike stretched and the more pain he felt the more warm his insides seemed to get, and for a moment before the Trainer let go, Ike felt as though the warmth was growing larger and larger, spreading into other areas of his body. When the Trainer told him to switch legs and proceeded to guide him through another lunge, Ike realized the heat had well and truly spread. It’d now properly heated up his guts, with his whole pelvic region and lower abdomen filled with warmth that intensified the more Ike stretched. The heat was strangely comforting and also a little titillating in spite of how unnerving it was mentally, Ike finding himself growing slightly weak as he stretched. Still, the Trainer was more firm in his hold than he was before, and forced Ike into a stretched position for around thirty seconds before he let go and allowed Ike to relax.

“One sec,” Ike said, standing up and grabbing his water. He drank up the last of it and, for some strange reason, it burned as it went down. Confused, he looked in the bottle, but there was nothing out of the ordinary in it, and it was totally empty after he’d had his last drink of the thing. The sensation of burning left his esophagus quickly and he looked down at his body again. The coat of sweat on his skin had become shinier and wetter and his crotch was a little damp too, not to mention his blue treasure trail which now stuck to his skin ever so slightly. Wiping his face, Ike found sweat in his brow.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take your headband off?” the Trainer asked.

“It’s fine,” Ike said. He was feeling warm in his abs now, the heat creeping up his spine and slowly filling out his upper back as it seemed to spread down to his thighs as well. Trying to shake it off, he chalked it up to simple circulation as a result of stretching and returned to the mat quickly.

“Let’s continue with the butterfly pose. Although this is a yoga pose, it’s also useful for stretching. Follow my motions. Sit down on the ground with the soles of your feet pressed against one another and your knees out,” the Trainer instructed, doing as he expected Ike to do. Ike followed suit and seemed to have this one down fairly well, but the Trainer let go of his own pose and shuffled over on his knees to look at Ike’s back. “Raise your butt up, hover in the air for a moment,” the Trainer said.

“Okay,” Ike said, lifting his butt up and using his hands to tether himself to the ground. The Trainer instantly grabbed his ass, but not his cheeks. Rather, he used his digits to get a grip on Ike’s underside, holding him practically by the taint and balls as he yanked Ike’s booty around. Those invading digits made Ike freeze up and yelp a little.

“You’re so tense, just relax. What you need to do is not sit on your butt like that. Here, sit on the pads of your butt--your lower glutes, where we’re supposed to sit. Like you’re in a chair, not on the ground. Push your butt out. Come on,” the Trainer said, pulling Ike’s butt and practically copping a feel over Ike’s entire underside, doing a bit of a drive-by from Ike’s sack to his plump cheeks. Trying to do what the Trainer said, Ike stuck his ass out further, his cheeks parting a little as the Trainer fit a finger between them, over top of his hole. The Trainer then pulled Ike back down to the ground and then pushed his back flat, forcing him to sit up straight. It was rather like the Trainer was performing some kind of grab move on Ike, but really he was just making him do the stretch properly. Content with Ike’s form, the Trainer shuffled back to sit opposite Ike and entered the butterfly pose again.

“Er… what next?” Ike asked, feeling flushed. The warmth was spreading rapidly now, all over his pecs and up his neck. The heat seemed to coalesce in his backside now that the Trainer had applied so much pressure there, not to mention his taint and balls which were heating up extremely rapidly, and that warmth spread to his shaft and hole. It was as though time began to slow, and every sensation he felt was amplified--the tiny breeze coming from the vent in the room was practically giving him wind chill on the back of his neck, and the sensation of the firm yoga mat beneath him was like someone cupping him from beneath. A little concerned about what was happening to him, Ike looked down at himself, noticing his yoga pants straining to keep his cock in check. He was sporting an erection, but the one-size-too-small yoga pants had his shaft practically glued to his thigh, although its length and girth couldn’t be hidden so easily--the thing was snaking down his leg and every contour of that shaft could be easily discerned, not to mention the patch of sweat which was covering the crotch of his pants. It looked like he might’ve wet himself, and as he brought a hand up to wipe his brow again, he realized he was utterly dripping with sweat. The heat inside had grown far beyond that of simply better circulation or any kind of ordinary, pleasant warmth and was now like a blazing fire within him. Heated and confused and starting to lose his sensibility, Ike snapped his gaze back to the Trainer when he heard the man speak.

“Next I want you to try and bring your head down to your feet. Just bend your torso a little, and when you do, you can curve your back ever so slightly. Like this,” the Trainer said, showing Ike what he meant. Ike wondered if the Trainer noticed the sweaty mess he’d become, let alone the random erection. Following suit and bringing his head to his feet, Ike felt a kind of itch inside him. It seemed to keep near the parts of him which were most warm, like his crotch and ass and even his pecs which now sent jolts of pleasurable electricity up his back every time a bead of sweat rolled down his nipple, hardening those perked-up nubs. Swallowing uncomfortably, Ike’s thoughts were running a mile a minute while he stretched downwards, the pain of the stretch igniting the flame in him which made his cock surge with need. Trying not to drool as he stretched, he bit his lower lip and merely bore the brunt of his own arousal. How it’d even gotten so far without his notice was beyond him at this point, and he began to feel as though it was starting to consume him, at least physically. Precum dripped from his cock, and his stomach felt like it was being set on fire.

The Trainer didn’t hold the pose for long and instead swiftly moved to the next stretch. He put his legs out either side of him, stretching so far as to almost split. Ike spread his legs as best he could and the Trainer allowed his own feet to press to Ike’s. While Ike let his crotch stand out in the open, he felt as though he himself were standing at the edge of a great precipice. The sheer firmness of his rock hard cock had him focused on very little else in the moment, truly becoming the center of his own attention. He felt woozy and dazed, but pangs of adrenaline which shot through him as his legs got further and further apart kept him very aware and even a little neurotic. Those hormones keeping his blood pumping also had his stomach churning slightly, the flames inside him really concentrating around his pelvic region. His junk was practically out in the open, yet it seemed the Trainer didn’t even see what was happening to Ike.

“What… what now?” Ike asked, his breath a little ragged while he felt his arousal overtaking him in spite of him wanting to keep it under wraps. It was as though his entire body was tingling, and his cock and ass and taint and prostate and nipples were just itching with desire, the sensation of an almost uncomfortable burning extending into his cockslit and deep into his testicles as well as his bladder. He was dripping with sweat, his treasure trail stuck to his abdomen like someone had drawn it on with a pen while his blazing hot pectorals utterly glistened like two, giant tits, the perky nipples standing at attention. The unbearable heat had Ike dizzy and trying to keep himself metaphorically above the surface of arousal, but the Trainer suddenly made that a lot harder to hide.

“We’re going to pull one another forward. Grab my forearms and I’ll grab yours, then I’ll pull you and afterwards you’ll pull me. You should feel a stretch in your lower back while being pulled and a stretch in your arms and shoulders while you do the pulling,” the Trainer said, holding his arms out. Ike placed his forearms in the Trainer’s hands and grabbed the Trainer’s forearms for himself before he felt himself being pulled. His feet were still pressed firmly against the Trainer’s, preventing him from simply sliding along the ground, and indeed did his lower back get stretched by the practical tug of war they were engaged in. Ike held on to the Trainer as best he could, but his grip was a little loose, particularly because of the woozy sensation and the heat and the itching and everything that was happening to him.

Slowly, Ike began to feel the heat in his bladder turn into a tingling sensation that had him shivering uncomfortably. He tried to suppress the sensation, but it was like a desperately itchy bug bite, unable to be ignored. His body wanted something from him, and as he felt his lower back being loosened by the Trainer, he began to feel the warmth shooting through him. He shivered and quaked hard, suddenly realizing he was about to piss himself and let go of the Trainer’s hands. He flopped onto the ground and tried to discreetly stop himself from pissing by pinching his cockslit which worked rather well. The itching sensation faded for a moment, but it was still lying under the surface.

“Hey, if you let go of me, I can’t stretch you out. Here, let’s try something different,” the Trainer said, Ike moving his hands away from his crotch as he sat back up, trying to play it off as though he merely lost his grip. The Trainer pushed Ike back a bit, rolling the man’s hips so he was now sitting on his lower back and upper glutes, like he was leaning back. The Trainer stopped his own stretch but grabbed hold of Ike’s ankles, keeping them away from one another, the things up in the air over Ike’s head as he was manhandled. Using his own hands to keep himself from falling flat on his back, Ike watched as the Trainer slowly squished his legs lower, so that they were out on either side of Ike rather than above him. Ike squirmed, unable to move with the Trainer gripping his ankles so hard, and the sensation in his bladder started up again. Ike tried to breathe slowly and deep, shutting his eyes and meaning to control his bladder, keeping it under control, but the tingling sensation had his insides spasming as they itched terribly, his body wanting to evacuate the burning within. Ike bit his lower lip hard and wiggled his legs in the Trainer’s grasp, feeling the heat shoot through him once more, desperate as he whimpered.

“Wait, no…” Ike said pathetically as a last ditch attempt before his sweat-soaked crotch suddenly erupted in piss. The sound of high pressure piss pouring directly against the gray fabric of Ike’s yoga pants filled the room, and his once-damp crotch became truly wet. Opening his eyes to watch his shame, he could barely believe what he was seeing as he saw his yoga pants suddenly grow very dark and damp and fill with his own piss. It was so warm and pleasurable though, and the itching paused as he pissed, his body having a kind of orgasm while he let loose, his underside soaked while his eyebrows turned upwards, that stoic face finally showing some emotion as the man utterly soiled himself. The Trainer watched Ike wet his pants with eagerness, enjoying the sight of the humiliated hero unable to control his own bladder. He kept a firm hold on Ike’s ankles and made sure he could do nothing but stare down at his own body being degraded by urine. The stream lasted for a little under a minute, and while it was a fair amount of piss, Ike’s yoga pants soaked it all up. The blue-haired mercenary looked up at the Trainer who was staring down at him with a grin.

“How pathetic, you can’t even keep your bladder under control while stretching? I’ve noticed your erection by the way--you’re not very good at hiding it,” the Trainer said, spitting on Ike, the saliva landing on Ike’s cheek as he blushed furiously.

“I… fuck, I…” Ike mumbled, totally humiliated while he looked back down at himself.

“Take them off,” the Trainer said, letting go of Ike’s legs. Ike sort of fell down at that, his arms giving way as he laid on his back. He hooked his thumbs under his yoga pants and slowly pulled them off his body. His pubes, hips, ass, and then that big fat dick all were revealed alongside his huge balls and thick thighs. The Trainer yanked the pants off Ike’s ankles and tossed them away, staring down at the piss-soaked hero beneath him. He grabbed Ike’s ankles and continued the stretch, Ike squirming to lean on his hands again as he felt his thighs, calves, and knees being stretched.

Ike’s cock was about the size of his own forearm, with a thick vein that ran down the length of it not to mention a rather large head. It seemed to be most girthy near the middle, and was overall uselessly big by the assessment of the Trainer--no person, no matter who they were, would ever want a dick so big. No doubt it caused many issues for Ike in his daily life, and as it sat there, uncomfortably hard, pulsating with energy, and soaked with piss and sweat, the Trainer leaned down to meet it with his mouth. He didn’t lick or touch it, but merely stayed near so his hot breath rolled over the head. Ike groaned and tossed his head back, feeling that breath tickling his cock which was more agonizing than anything else. The strange heat inside him had his cock itching again and the Trainer’s breath could only play at scratching that itch. It teased him but gave him no real stimulation, merely hinting at the idea he might find some relief. Ike gasped as the Trainer proceeded to blow air over Ike’s cock intentionally now, increasing the pressure of his own breath while he made Ike squirm. A dollop of precum streaked down Ike’s cock, dripping into his blue pubes and down his nutsack. That sack was filled with Ike’s similarly large balls, the huge testes roiling with jizz and itching with the need to be played with, totally hairless as though inviting the Trainer to cup them.

“I laced that water with an aphrodisiac,” the Trainer said simply. Ike pulled his head back up and looked at the Trainer, his eyes glazed over with uninhibited lust now as the Trainer’s teasing seemed to have a great effect on him. The shame from before was still there, but the Trainer could see a deeper emotion inside Ike. There was a kind of need in the man’s submissive expression, and the Trainer wondered just how long that would last. He pressed his hips against Ike’s uncovered ass, his own tenting yoga pants flush with the man’s thick cakes in an instant. Now practically in the missionary position, the Trainer ground his covered cock against Ike’s hole, taint, and balls, the huge nuts lazily rolling against the fabric-covered dick like thick lumps of clay in one’s hand.

“Ah,” Ike whimpered, unable to speak now as his mixture of lust and humiliation rendered him speechless, the combined possibility of being pleased and reality of being pathetic filled his head, and he could do nothing more than moan like an animal or plead like a bitch. Of the two, he took the less submissive choice and moaned aloud, but the Trainer would soon make him beg.

“You want my cock? Or do you just want me to touch yours?” the Trainer muttered with a kind of dominant intimidation in his voice. Ike mumbled something and the Trainer let go of his ankle, using that free hand now to slap Ike flat across the face. Not even giving a yelp, Ike felt his face grow unbearably hot as the stinging sensation in his cheek had him speechless. Ike meant to speak louder when he caught his breath, but the Trainer smacked him again, this time in the mouth, making his lips burn. Ike made a noise, opening his mouth, but he only got the Trainer’s first two fingers inside him in response. They slipped over his tongue and into his throat, Ike choking and gagging on them as the Trainer smiled again. Looking up at the Trainer with tears in his eyes, Ike sucked on the fingers uselessly, netting a laugh from the pale man dominating him. The Trainer pulled his fingers out, thick strings of saliva connecting the tips and knuckles of his fingers to Ike’s mouth, but those strings merely fell between Ike’s plump pecs, the drool pouring down the man’s chin while he panted hard.

“T-Touch me,” Ike begged quietly.

“Where?” the Trainer asked.

“Touch my dick.”

The Trainer slowly laid a finger on Ike’s cockslit, making him shiver with need. Then he raised his finger directly up, a rope of sticky precum pulled from Ike’s cock like fresh spiderweb. The Trainer broke it by raising his finger too high and quickly took a taste of the stuff. That precum was sweet, salty, and quite thin in spite of being as sticky as it was. He blew on Ike’s cock a little bit more using his hot breath and then reeled back his hand. The Trainer delivered a hard slap directly to Ike’s cock, the brawny hero yelling in a mix of pain and pleasure as he threw his head back, the stinging sensation immediately spreading into his body, as though the feeling of being slapped had produced a wave in him. As Ike’s nerves carried the sensation of the smack to his mind, the drug the Trainer gave him had his system broken a little, and Ike’s body recognized the slap as having somehow ricocheted across his entire pelvic region. It was as though he’d been punched in the gut and lost his footing but instead he’d been slapped in the cock and been totally laid out. His cock wagging in a state of ricochet, it surged with need, enjoying the slap and dribbling more precum down its long shaft.

“Touched it, bitch,” the Trainer said, grabbing a palmful of Ike’s balls. Still reeling from the slap, Ike looked back down at the Trainer with that pleading expression, his pretty blue eyes and eyelashes staring down the Trainer. They made the Trainer want Ike to be his bitch, and he decided he needed to do more to make it so. Grabbing one of Ike’s avocado-sized testicles, he rolled it in his hand like a tennis ball, the hero groaning and growling as he was played with.

“P-Please, I… ah, wait,” Ike whimpered, the Trainer pressing a thumb flat against Ike’s ball, pressuring it.

“What?” the Trainer asked slowly, watching Ike’s fumbling expression grow submissively afraid, like a dog scared to be hit. Ike whined and quaked under the Trainer’s thumb, his toes curling as he mumbled some pathetic request. Ignoring his inaudible words, the Trainer gave that testicle a squeeze, Ike’s begging immediately transitioning to a yelp as the same mix of pain and pleasure from before shot through him. This time it was much deeper though, and it filled his stomach again. If he hadn’t already pissed himself earlier, he would’ve lost control of his bladder in that moment. A slightly thicker string of precum bounced from Ike’s dick, having a bit of pressure behind it while it almost squirted from the man’s cockslit. The Trainer grinned again and played with Ike’s other ball for a moment before squeezing it too. Ike reacted as expected with a yelp and a jump and his face growing red and his body growing warmer if that was even possible at this point.

The blue-haired hero’s heart rate had skyrocketed at this point, and there was sweat dripping down his temples, his wet body glistening like a freshly-washed piece of fruit or meat, ripe for the tasting. The Trainer leaned down and pressed his lips to Ike’s nipple, kissing it before sucking on it and allowing his tongue to loll out against it. Ike whined and gasped, trying to catch his breath desperately as he had been trying to do for so long now, but he was completely broken by the drug and his own lust, and could do little more than pant in desperation, the feeling of the lips and tongue against his fat nipple making his cock twitch uncomfortably. Ike’s wrists gave out and he fell onto his elbows, leaning back further and exposing himself even more to the Trainer who looked up at him while he sucked on that nipple. The taste of it was heavenly, with salty sweat and the simple flavor of Ike filling the Trainer’s mouth, coating his tongue. The Trainer moved further up, practically straddling Ike while he moved to the man’s pit and gave a small sniff. Ike had a manly odor about him, though he didn’t stink badly, but instead merely smelled of how a sweaty, horny man does. Running his tongue along the patch of blue hair in Ike’s armpit, the Trainer tasted the same sweat as was on the man’s nipple. Ike squirmed when he felt that tongue touch his armpit and started gushing precum pathetically, moaning and inhaling as much air as he could get, feeling as though the heat was beginning to drown him.

The sunlight streaming in from the skylight above was like a laser-focused lamp on Ike’s skin, his entire body flushed, although that was moreso from the drug, and he felt as though he was tanning while being toyed with. The Trainer pulled himself off Ike, exposing the man to the sun again, and grasping his ankle once more. Simply admiring the sweaty, panting mess beneath him, the Trainer watched as Ike gasped and quivered, his cock oozing dollop after dollop of precum which strung down his dick like a tent being held up by its supports or a broken pearl necklace hanging off one’s neck. The hero’s blue pubes and treasure trail were soaked, flat against his body and awash with sweat. Those thunderous thighs were shaking now, having been stretching for quite some time as the Trainer held them apart from one another, Ike’s legs still spread thanks to the Trainer’s grip on him.

“You want me to fuck you?” the Trainer asked, Ike nodding, drool still pouring from the corner of his lip.

“Please,” Ike murmured.

The Trainer let go of Ike’s legs and slapped him again. Ike let his feet rest on the floor and groaned, earning him another slap and then another. The Trainer stood up and peeled down his yoga pants, letting his cock bounce out before he pulled his shirt up behind his head but left it on, tethered to him by his sleeves. Compared to Ike, of course the Trainer looked smaller, but he was truly no slouch. Big shoulders and large pectorals meant his upper body was broad while his smaller waist and washboard abs gave his torso that traditionally masculine triangle shape. His legs were fairly well-built too, and his ass was plump, although overall he seemed to have a swimmer’s body or a dancer’s figure more than that of a herculean wall of meat like Ike. Still, all that mattered was the attitude, and certainly the Trainer’s cock was big enough to back his up, not to mention the effect the drug had on Ike’s head. However, the Trainer knew that the drug wasn’t an instant defeat drug--Ike could easily fight back if this wasn’t what he wanted. Sure he’d been drugged, but it was an aphrodisiac, not a roofie. It was powerful, yet something told the Trainer all it was doing was making Ike give in to his innermost desires rather than turn into an entirely different person. The Trainer had seen that part of Ike before, sometimes in between trading blows on the battlefield and sometimes when the hero was around other men. Ike absolutely reeked of being a submissive homo, and the Trainer wanted nothing more than to make that part of Ike as big as possible.

“You pissed yourself, let me slap your dick and face, and squeeze your nuts. You think I want to fuck you?” the Trainer asked.

“Please,” Ike begged.

“Give me a reason,” the Trainer said.

“I need it… s-sir,” Ike managed, feeling his own face burning as he pulled his hips up, allowing his cock to slap onto his own stomach, exposing his hole from underneath himself. It was already winking at the Trainer, opening and twitching in succession, not to mention extremely wet with sweat. Not only did the drug have a huge effect on Ike’s rear in opening it up and keeping it moist, but the stretches and exercising definitely made it even juicier. The Trainer spread Ike’s legs apart, Ike squirming before feeling fingers at his hole. The Trainer played at inspecting it, running a digit around the rim of Ike’s entrance. The burning itch inside had Ike going mad from that light pressure, and the mercenary reached down for himself to spread his own cheeks further apart. He bit his lip and wiggled his hips like a slut, desperately wanting more. The Trainer stood up and slipped his yoga pants back over his dick, pulling his shirt back down from behind his head.

“I’ll be back. Don’t piss yourself again until I return,” the Trainer said, flicking Ike square in the dick and strolling out of the small room. Ike grunted at the flick and watched the Trainer leave. Looking around, Ike saw his piss-soaked yoga pants in the corner and crawled over to them. He licked his right hand repeatedly, greasing up his palm and fingers while he grabbed the yoga pants with his left hand. Raising them to his face, he covered his nose and mouth with the soiled pants and used his wet hand to stroke himself. He felt an immense weight being lifted off his shoulders as his wet hand collided with the firmness of his dick. It was like a million neurons were firing at once when he stroked up, and when he stroked back down he fell over again and nearly passed out. Gasping in huffs of his sweaty, wet pants, Ike laid back and drizzled precum all over his stomach. It oozed between his abs and then down the side of his body, pouring onto the mat beneath him. His cock couldn’t stop dripping juices now, and his salivary glands were in the same situation. Continually just leaking clear fluids all over himself, Ike collected them with his hand and rubbed all over his body, coating his sweaty pecs, abs, and stomach with a mix of spit and precum. He grazed his nipples with his hand and twitched violently, now rubbing one with his fingers as he went cross-eyed from the delicious smell of his pants and the thin stream of endorphins filling his mind. He felt like his entire body was stuck in gelatin or putty, barely able to move, thick treacle covering every part of him, heating him and making him go crazy with need.

Managing to drag himself to his knees, Ike got up and walked with shaky legs to the door of the room, wandering for pleasure. His pants still in his hand and practically glued to his mouth and nose, he shakily opened the door the room and stumbled out into the studio proper. He looked around for the Trainer, desperate to get that man’s hands or mouth or anything on his body again, even if it meant in the form of a slap in the face or a squeeze to the balls. Anything would sate the hero, and the more and more he began to itch without anything touching him, the more desperate he got for pleasure. Ike managed to waddle into the large studio space and luckily not a person was there to see him naked, rock hard, covered in sweat, and sniffing his dirty yoga pants. He saw a small statue sitting on a table at the other side of the room and walked towards it. Rubbing his nipple with his hand as he made his way over, dull jolts of electricity ran up his spine and sated him, but it wasn’t enough.

Ike grabbed the statue which featured a minimalist design of a gold-colored, abstract-looking thing with a bulbous, rounded edge. It was clearly made of some kind of hard material, and he immediately dropped his pants to the ground beneath him in favor of picking up the statue. Falling to his knees, he sucked on the bulbous end of it, the taste of metal filling his mouth. He almost choked himself on it before he yanked it out of his mouth and rolled over onto his back. Raising his legs up, he exposed his hole and positioned the statuette with the bulbous end at his entrance. Breathing hard, Ike pressed it to his hole and groaned, the cool sensation of the decoration at his backside making him weak. The drug had him totally in tune with his guts, and he felt as though he could take anything with his hole. He shut his eyes and prepared himself for only a moment.

Ike’s hole opened and he took the bulbous end of the statuette into himself, recoiling and gasping. He pressed his hand to his mouth, wanting to stay quiet so that anyone near wouldn’t investigate his heinous act of self-pleasure. Pushing more of the statue in himself, he got the whole rounded end of the thing in him that would fit in his mouth, and it was clenched tightly by his insides. His rectum was like a fist wrapped around the handle of a tool, not letting go of the statuette as it sat inside him, filling Ike comfortably. It wasn’t long enough to reach his prostate, but the feeling of having his hole opened and pushed into was making Ike’s cock dribble even more than before. Still holding onto the statuette, Ike pulled it back out of himself and shoved it in once more, his heart pumping fast as adrenaline filled his head. He shakily yanked it out and then pushed it back in repeatedly, gasping and moaning and drooling and leaking precum. He sped up, and the burning, itching sensation inside him heightened. Ike needed prostate stimulation, and just as he was about to shove as much of the statue into himself as would fit, the Trainer appeared above him, rock hard cock visible through even the gray yoga pants.

“You stupid slut,” the Trainer said, smiling a little and shaking his head. He leaned down over Ike, practically sitting on his face and grabbing the statue from his hand, though he didn’t remove it. Ike’s nose and mouth made contact with the Trainer’s underside and he quickly got to work, rimming the man and sucking on his taint through the fabric of those yoga pants. The Trainer smiled and pushed the statue in and out of Ike a few times before he removed it from the man’s posterior. He replaced it on its table and then got off of Ike’s face.

“Fuck me,” Ike begged, the Trainer laughing.

“I will. I needed lube, you himbo,” the Trainer said, stepping on Ike’s chest, refusing to let him up off the floor. The Trainer was holding a bottle of silicone lube in a blue bottle, evidently the purpose of his excursion from their heated exchange.

“Ah,” Ike whimpered, his rock-hard cock pulsating with need. The Trainer stepped on his cock instead at that, now rubbing the sole of his foot against Ike’s shaft, making the hero twitch and moan, electric shocks going up his spine.

“You know I’ll have to clean that now. Do you have any idea how filthy you are?” the Trainer asked, egging Ike on with his foot against the man’s cock.

“Mmph… I’m sorry,” Ike managed.

“Sorry won’t cut it. Tell me you’re a filthy muscle slut who needs to be bred and I’ll think about forgiving you.”

“I… I’m a filthy muscle slut. Please breed me sir, I need to be bred,” Ike begged, the Trainer laughing.

“Where shall we do it then? Out here? Where someone could find us? Or should I take you back into our room? You don’t have your clothes with you, after all,” the Trainer said, Ike reaching under himself and finding his pants still there. He plucked them out and the Trainer grabbed them.

“Wait,” Ike mumbled, not wanting to let go of the scent of those pants just yet, but the Trainer ignored him and held onto them.

“I think I’ll fuck you out in the hallway. Come along, slut,” the Trainer said, taking his foot off Ike and walking back to their personal room. He opened the door and tossed Ike’s pants aside before the hero appeared several seconds after him, having to scramble to his feet and walk on shaky legs back to the room. The Trainer grabbed Ike’s shoes and gave them to him before walking past the man and leaving the room once more. Ike fell to his butt and shakily managed to get his shoes on as they were quite luckily without laces, though his hole started to itch again. He looked at his clothes and scrambled over, sniffing his pants desperately before the Trainer appeared again, now with his own shoes on.

Getting a glimpse at the butt naked Ike wearing only his trainers and sniffing his filthy pants with his ass in the air was certainly something to treasure, but the Trainer had other business to attend to with the man. He spanked Ike and grabbed him by the neck, forcing him up to his feet. Ike groaned, his rock-hard erection wobbling and bouncing as he moved, spraying precum onto the Trainer’s leg. Ike made some incomprehensible, submissive, animal-like noises and the Trainer grasped his cock. Ike whined loudly and the Trainer grinned. Using the man’s dick like a leash, he led Ike out of the room. Ike couldn’t disobey with the Trainer’s hand on his dick, the digits wrapped around his shaft and tugging on it. Not only was the sensation of that warm hand on his itchy cock almost torturously pleasurable, but Ike’s dick, at this point, was like the control rod of his entire body. When the Trainer slapped it, Ike recoiled. When the Trainer yanked it, Ike followed the yank. When the Trainer teased it, Ike was in shambles. Everything that the Trainer did to that dick was reflected in its owner as though it were the control panel to Ike’s entire body, and all the Trainer had to do was press the right buttons to get the man to do what he wanted. Supreme power over Ike was literally in the palm of the Trainer’s hand at this point, and to an extent, he’d even gained power over Ike with merely his words. Ike would obey his commands now, whether by verbal degradation or physical stimulation.
 
The pair of fighters walked out into the corridor with little hassle, Ike still nude while the Trainer was now clothed. The person at the front desk had disappeared, and nobody was in the hallway, meaning there wasn’t anyone who saw them exit. Still, that was no guarantee someone wouldn’t show up soon, let alone that they would stay in such a remote area of the mansion. The Trainer kept leading Ike by his cock, the naked man’s adrenaline levels rising through the roof now as he was out in the open, the slick, air-conditioned hallway cold and titillating. Ike’s dick would’ve been bouncing around lewdly if the Trainer wasn’t holding it, but that hold still had him leaking precum, the vulgar sight of his nude, lightly tanned body in the hallway no doubt a surprise to anyone who would see it. The blue-haired mercenary had become a lewd, exhibitionist slut the moment he stepped out into the hallway, and the Trainer seemed to want to take advantage of that. He took Ike with him down the hall where there was a bench next to a pair of vending machines and some trash cans. The trainer sat down on the bench and let go of Ike’s cock to pull his own yoga pants down around his knees, unsheathing his still-hard dick.

“Suck it then,” the Trainer insisted.

Ike fell to his knees and spread the Trainer’s legs a little, trying to get in between them as he pressed his peach pink lips to the Trainer’s pale cockhead. Kissing it, Ike quickly took the tip into his mouth and slurped on it greedily, loving the taste of dick in his mouth, although it did nothing to sate his own needs. He rubbed his own pecs needily, not using his hands on the cock before him while he slurped on the first few inches of it exclusively, servicing the man as best he could. The Trainer placed his hand on the back of Ike’s head and shoved him down the shaft, groaning in delight as Ike choked and squirmed and gagged. Precum sprayed from Ike’s dick, beginning a small puddle beneath the bench as Ike thrusted his hips uselessly and saliva sprayed from his nose. The Trainer grinned as he watched the big muscle slut struggle and love it at the same time, feeling every inch of that dick in his throat.

“How fucking embarrassing,” the Trainer said, “to think that Ike is such a big whore. You don’t mind if I call you fag right? Or did your dad call you that too?”

“Mph…” Ike moaned into the cock he was being forced against, and the Trainer let him up for a moment of breath.

“C’mon stud, let’s hear you whimper some more. Did your dad call you a fag?” the Trainer asked, slapping Ike.

“N-No,” Ike managed before he was shoved back down onto the Trainer’s cock.

“Well look who’s your daddy now,” the Trainer said.

“Mphghshhh,” Ike gagged again, saliva firing from his nose as the Trainer yanked him back up from his deepthroat.

“What’s that fag?” the Trainer asked.

“Y-You’re my daddy now, sir,” Ike whimpered.

“That’s right, and what are you?” the Trainer asked.

“A fag,” Ike mumbled.

“Try faggot.”

“I’m a faggot.”

“There you go. Good boy,” the Trainer said, “I wanna fuck you now.”

“Please sir,” Ike said, the Trainer slapping Ike again and standing up, not bothering to pull his yoga pants up as he straddled Ike and walked over top of him. Ike got to his feet and followed the Trainer obediently, his rock-hard cock hot with need, its firmness and its girth making him dizzy. His fat balls were so full of cum as they hung between his legs he thought they might start squirting their load at even the lightest touch. He kept humping the air stupidly, although it did practically nothing for him. Still, as he did it, he began to make his cock spin in a circle, and the Trainer saw this and smiled.

“I gotta see you do that more when we’re done,” the Trainer said. He grabbed Ike’s swinging cock and led him to the wall opposite the vending machines. Grabbing the man’s head, the Trainer forced him against the wall, those fat pecs and nipples flush with the plaster. Though it was room temperature, Ike was so warm that the instant his nipples pressed against the wall he had the sense he was being shoved up against a wall of ice. Gasping and moaning, Ike’s dick drizzled between his legs as he stuck his butt out and the Trainer slapped his cock against Ike’s hole. Ike squirmed as he heard the Trainer uncap the bottle of lube and let the clear, silicone fluid pour out over his own cock. He spread that lube over himself and groaned, his hand now wet with the stuff alongside his dick. That shaft wasn’t as long as Ike’s, but it was more than enough to make Ike squirm with need for it, although the Trainer suspected Ike would be fine with any amount of dick given his current state of drugged, horny, submissive affairs. The Trainer also drizzled lube all over Ike’s backside, coating his plump ass cheeks with it before using his lube-covered fingers to roll the viscous liquid onto Ike’s hole. Inhaling hard from the coolness against the entrance to his burning insides, Ike stuck his hips out even more, using the wall to stabilize himself while he desperately stood on tip toe and forced his ass upon the Trainer. Grinning and teasing Ike, the Trainer shoved the bottle of lube just barely into Ike’s hole and squeezed down on it, a thick rope of lube injecting into Ike. The hero moaned loudly and tossed his head back, the ice-like lube inside him cooling that itch he had for dick. It sated him, if only for a moment, and the Trainer seemed content to just empty most of the bottle into Ike’s insides. Still, he didn’t let it all go to waste, and quickly lubed up his hands as well, reaching around to grasp Ike’s cock now.

“Oh fuck!” Ike yelled, his dick still extremely sensitive from the drug, and as the Trainer stroked him up and down, his knees wobbled and he nearly came. Still, the Trainer seemed to have a good sense for Ike’s libido at this point, and he stopped the man from letting loose just yet. When Ike felt the sensation of orgasm coming on, it was as though a great fireball was being channeled within him--the kind which mages and sages could cast at their foes in battle that exploded into a giant inferno. Ike was so hot and while he sweat and dripped and whimpered and twitched, the Trainer finally dropped the bottle of lube, the stuff dripping down Ike’s thick thighs as he stuck his ass out.

“You ready Ike?” the Trainer asked, Ike nodding submissively before feeling the tip of the Trainer’s dick at his entrance. Squirming, Ike arched his back and took that cock, each inch of it slowly entering him, filling his hole oozing with lube. The Trainer thrust in when he was about halfway there, going straight to the base, causing an explosion of lube to pour from Ike’s hole. Ike gasped and bit his lower lip, seeing stars as his prostate was grazed by the Trainer’s cock, squeezed down by the girth of that shaft. The drug had enlarged Ike’s prostate in a vulgar fashion to the point it was almost in the way of Ike’s ordinary interior functions, and so when the Trainer thrust in he felt that gland against his cock like a pleasurable bump, juicy and full of vitality. The Trainer pulled his cock back out and Ike let out a hoarse whine, feeling the emptiness immediately which made his insides curl. The Trainer pushed in again, although with Ike’s ass throwing such a fit at his exit before, it was rather more forced this time. However, that just meant he got the full lay of the land this time, with every inch of Ike’s interior walls gripping him tightly, that prostate squeezing down like a key being pressed on a keyboard. Ike drooled and squirted precum, his lube-covered cock on the absolute edge in spite of the Trainer only having delivered two pumps to his backside.

“Haah, fuck me!” Ike yelped loudly now, his voice amusingly more high pitched than usual as he begged aloud, embracing his inner bottom which was desperate for the Trainer to plow him.

“Alright, I’ll fuck you,” the Trainer said simply. Rather than pull his cock out again, the Trainer merely pulled his hips back a bit and then pushed them forward again, repeatedly slapping his pelvic region into Ike’s fat rump, his hard dick thrusting in and out of the man. Ike whimpered and balled his hands into fists, the knuckles going white as he splayed himself against the wall desperately. The Trainer picked up the pace, smacking Ike’s posterior with his hips now as he pumped and pumped and pumped. His prostate being squished and grazed and toyed with, Ike went utterly stupid, though one could barely tell given his previous state of drooling and dripping and generally acting arguably just as dumb. However, he felt quite different in his head, and with each thrust into his backside, Ike lost more and more of his mental functions. He hadn’t exactly been subtle about keeping his voice down so nobody would come investigating the noise, but now he really gave into lust and started moaning and groaning loudly, his voice echoing down the hall as the sounds of his fat ass being smacked into by the Trainer’s hips accompanied it, bouncing off of the plaster-covered walls.

Ike also started moving alongside the Trainer, and each time the Trainer thrust in, Ike pushed back against him, making every impact that much more pleasurable. His engorged prostate sent waves of energy up his back, pleasure rolling over him like the wind over the ocean. The pace at which the Trainer thrust was like that of a horse galloping, and each pound had Ike convinced he was really riding one too, the sensation of that cock inside him shaking the hero to the core. Ike tossed his head back and squirted cum all down the wall and floor beneath him, his cock jizzing a fat, wet load everywhere. The amount was truly jaw-dropping, and the orgasm continued well beyond what it would normally do. As the Trainer watched Ike let loose, he gave the man a bit of a reacharound, grasping his cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts, milking those fat testicles for all they were worth. Ike’s balls were flat against his shaft, jettisoning all the cum they could manage to, thick cream giving the section of the wall Ike was in front of a totally new coat of white paint. It was almost comical, and as Ike came, the waves of pleasure made him woozy. His knees gave out and he became a mere toy for the Trainer to fuck, though he was pinned to the wall by the Trainer, so he didn’t fall down. In a totally different plane of reality, Ike didn’t even notice Snake appear.

Weirder days were had at the Smash Mansion, but Snake really thought this one took the cake. He’d just been down to the basement of the men’s dormitory for a coffee when he heard moaning coming from down the hall--male moaning at that. It was rare to find anyone fucking so brazenly in the Smash Mansion, let alone actually out in the hallways where anyone could see them. Still, the sight of Ike being rammed into the wall by the male Wii Fit Trainer was certainly a spectacle. The Trainer’s brow was furrowed and he was rather focused on Ike’s fat ass pooling around his front, but he had the good grace to look to Snake and give him a small salute.

“‘morning,” the Trainer said simply.

“Hrmm.” Snake rather mumbled a inaudible reply as he watched Ike squirt jizz all over the wall in front of him. Someone would have to clean that up. Shrugging, Snake walked over to the trash can next to the pair of men and tossed his empty coffee cup in, catching a bit of cum on his shoe as he ventured so close. He turned around and walked to the vending machines opposite the scene and quietly looked for the sodas. Ike was whimpering breathlessly, as though he was an animal without any capacity for words, simply content to be used and abused until he couldn’t fuck any longer. Such animalism was expected of a brutish, slow, meat-headed hero like him of course, but Snake wondered how Ike had gotten himself into such a situation. Surely he was smarter than to let himself get his guts rearranged in plain sight of everyone he knew. Punching a couple of buttons on the vending machine and confirming his identity, Snake watched his soda drop to the collection box below. He grabbed it and turned back the way he came, walking off. He gave one last look back at the almost dream-like scene, seeing Ike’s eyes unfocused and unhindered by shame.
 
When Ike came back down to reality, he was laying on his back on the floor, his legs up and pressed against the Trainer over him. He was being pressed down against the ground by the Trainer who was also fucking him, and he was laying in a puddle of his own semen. Blinking and trying to catch his breath, Ike felt a flame building in his balls: an itch burning within him once more. Though he’d already cum once, his orgasm lasted quite a lot longer than he’d anticipated, and he must’ve totally lost consciousness. Having been passed out from oversensitivity, Ike finally remembered what was going on, mental clarity returning after the pleasure filled his brain which was no doubt utterly brimming with endorphins and other feel-good chemicals. His entire body felt like it was on fire, and his cock was spraying a clear fluid all over his stomach, though he couldn’t tell whether it was piss or precum or even squirt at this point. The Trainer leaned in and kissed Ike, immediately filling the mercenary’s mouth with foreign saliva that tasted so unbearably sweet it made Ike’s cheeks hurt. His breath was cut off and he tried desperately to breathe through his nose, but the intake of saliva had him swallowing and interrupting his inhales so much he started to see white. The Trainer let go of the kiss but kept fucking him, slamming that cock deep into Ike with each thrust.

“You like my dick?” the Trainer asked, Ike’s face burning now as he nodded stupidly.

“I… I’m gonna cum again,” Ike whimpered, his deep voice in a high-pitched tone as it cracked submissively, the himbo finally saying something in spite of his state of utter stupidity.

“Oh are you?” the Trainer asked between hard pants.

“Yeah, soon,” Ike said, wrapping his beefy arms around the Trainer’s back and pulling him closer, wanting that human contact even deeper as their chests touched. The Trainer grinned and kissed Ike once more, though he didn’t hold it for long so Ike could keep breathing. Between messy, sloppy kisses and saliva filling his throat, Ike managed to get in some hot breaths that barely filled his lungs. He felt like he was drowning in lust, his entire body burning hot and radiating absolute ecstasy, his insides practically on fire with lust, and that flame was only being made hotter by the Trainer’s cock inside him like a pillar of heat repeatedly mashing up his guts. From behind it must’ve been quite the sight, with the Trainer practically laying into Ike who was a veritable wall of muscle, his glossy, wet skin shining under the hallway lights while he moaned and squirted like a bitch.

“I’m gonna breed you, slut. I’m gonna fucking breed your fat ass! You’re gonna get fucking knocked up you fucking stupid himbo cocksleeve!” the Trainer shouted as he thrusted hard into Ike, squirting jet after jet of semen into the man’s rear like a firehose, absolutely filling his already-lube-filled interior with thick jizz. Although the Trainer was on no aphrodisiac of his own, his volume of semen was quite something given how long he’d been teasing Ike and how long he’d been waiting to fuck that sweet ass. Blasted into the heights of pleasure, the Trainer groaned and threw his head back, his balls unloading deep into the blue-haired mercenary’s stomach. His legs went pleasurably numb, the sensation of warmth pouring through them making his toes curl while electricity blasted up his spine, letting loose a flood of endorphins into his brain. The orgasm lasted a bit, with the sparkling electric pulses continuing for perhaps a whole minute before they became duller and duller, and as the Trainer finally came down from it to the point the sparks had vanished, he yanked his dick from Ike’s hole. Squirming uncomfortably, Ike watched the Trainer pull himself to his feet, off of Ike with wobbly legs.

“W-Wait,” Ike mumbled, writhing on the floor in his own jizz as he felt the unbearable emptiness return, even in spite of the cum filling his insides. The Trainer grinned at Ike and shook his cock, squeezing the base to force out the last of his jizz which didn’t shoot out during orgasm. It plopped onto the floor uneventfully, practically not even there compared to the utter mess Ike was laying on top of. Groaning, the Trainer looked down at Ike as he stretched his arms and back upwards, on tip toe while he loosened up his neck.

“That felt good. Refreshing even. Don’t tell me you’re still thirsty for more?” the Trainer asked, Ike nodding quickly.

“Please keep… keep going, keep fucking me,” Ike begged, the Trainer laughing.

“Guess you’ll just have to get yourself off,” the Trainer said, taking out his phone from his yoga pants. He unlocked it and opened his camera, swiftly moving to take some pictures. A light flashed from the camera on his phone, illuminating Ike as clicking sounds rang out.

“Ah,” Ike murmured a whimper, his cock surging with arousal as picture after picture was taken, the Trainer putting his camera on burst a few times to really drive home how screwed Ike was. Then, he switched to video mode and started filming.

“Go on. Touch yourself, slut. Can’t wait to upload this,” the Trainer said, switching his phone to landscape as he used both his hands to get a good shot of Ike, laying on the floor, his cock hard, his hole dripping cum, his skin wet with sweat, his nude body glistening and flexing as he writhed, and his expression submissive and shameful. It was like he hadn’t just been reamed to oblivion by the Trainer and had literally just pissed himself all over again. His expression looked pathetic, but his cock was like a flaming metal pole between his legs, absolutely parallel with his abs as it twitched with need.

“Uh… ah,” Ike failed to protest, the itching sensation returning to him from inside. It slowly and agonizingly spread out over his hole, his taint, his balls, and eventually up his shaft. He squirmed and shivered as it rolled over his cockhead and down his dickslit, making his thighs flex with need. He grasped at the mess of precum coating his front with a hand and then looked back up, petrified by the camera.

“Hey, I said touch yourself!” the Trainer said, kicking Ike’s ass. Ike reacted to that kick, shaking and yelping as he reached a hand down to his underside, though dread was filling him now. His head had gone from endorphins to adrenaline in a matter of seconds, and now he was utterly frozen with his hand hovering over his hole. He looked up at the camera again and whimpered like a bitch in heat rather appropriately.

“Please--” Ike was cut off.

“Faggot,” the Trainer spat, his saliva landing on Ike’s cheek and burning like lava, the word flooring Ike as he drank up the syllables. His toes curled.

“I--” Ike was cut off again.

“Faggot,” the Trainer said again, this time louder and more intense as he kicked Ike’s ass again. The blue-haired hero’s pride was utterly twisted and bent by that word, his body reacting as he dripped more and more precum, his hole aching ever so more while the sound of the slur filled his head. It was only two syllables, but they resonated within Ike like a drum or the sound of a beast’s roar filling him with fear, yet instead of fear it was a kind of primal desire. He loved that word, and it made him want to obey. He was bending to its will, and it reminded him of all the times he’d taken dick over the years.

“S…Sir,” Ike mumbled shyly.

“Touch yourself, faggot,” the Trainer said one final time, snapping Ike’s pride clean in two as the man looked down at himself. Ike’s wet fingers plunged into his backside obediently, the itch inside suddenly being scratched as he quietly gasped and shut his eyes tight. He explored his loose interior, finding that engorged prostate pretty quickly which he managed to graze with the tips of his fingers. Huffing and trying to touch it, he didn’t quite have the purchase on it he desired, and his fingers weren’t long enough to really get in there at anything of note. Ike still fucked himself with those digits anyways, more than capable of thrusting a couple of fingers in and out of himself with abandon as wet, squelching sounds filled the hallway.

“Mmph… ah!” Ike gasped and whined and moaned, the feeling of those digits pumping in and out of his hole filling him with carnal pleasure, but it wasn’t enough.

“There’s a good faggot. Good slut. You want more?” The Trainer asked, Ike nodding quickly. Shutting off the video, the Trainer turned around to the vending machine. He quickly punched in the numbers for a bottle of soda and verified his identity, purchasing the bottle which fell to the box at the bottom of the machine. The Trainer picked it up and tossed it at Ike, the hero catching it instinctively with his other hand. The Trainer aimed his phone camera back at Ike and started filming once more.

“Um,” Ike looked at the bottle with a stupid expression on his face which the Trainer was delighted to catch on video.

“Fuck yourself with it, you fucking himbo!” The Trainer shouted, almost angrily, Ike’s face bright red now as he took his fingers out of himself, though his hole protested slightly. He used his hands to gather up juices from the floor and his body, saliva and precum and cum coating his palms and fingers which he hurriedly painted all over the plastic bottle. It was thicker than the Trainer’s cock, though actually not quite as big as Ike’s dick. The Trainer had truly meant it when he’d assessed Ike’s dick as uselessly massive--the thing couldn’t possibly be used in any way whatsoever for anything besides pissing and getting in the way constantly. Still, Ike would use the bottle on himself in spite of it being a slightly smaller version of his own cock, and he positioned it in line with his hole. Sinking the cap into himself, Ike grunted at the feeling of a new toy at his entrance, the firmness of the plastic filling him and making him squirm. He squished it into his body, the cool, jizz-soaked plastic bottle opening him again slowly but surely. Inch after inch fell into Ike and before long he barely had a purchase on the thing, holding it as it pressed against his prostate. The release of pleasure in that moment was enough to have Ike tossing his head back yet again in joy, electricity coursing up his spine and neck and making him twitch involuntarily. Toes curling and his eyes shut tight, Ike pulled the bottle back out a bit before thrusting it back in and letting out a high-pitched whine. He felt how one felt the instant they took a bite of their favorite food--like a mouthful of cake coated in sugary icing, making one’s cheeks burn with glee. Instead of his cheeks though, Ike’s entire body burnt and erupted in pleasure, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up while goosebumps covered his arms.

“Aaaah!” Ike practically squealed, looking down at himself as he fucked his butt with the bottle of soda, every contour of that manmade object grazing his interior walls. Ike’s rectum gripped it hard and for a moment he was worried it’d explode, but it didn’t, and he was free to fuck himself with it. Ike’s hand became a blur quite quickly, thrusting that thing in and out of himself like it were a proper dildo, his lack of shame on full display for the Trainer’s camera which eagerly recorded every second of Ike’s humiliating sex tape. Lustfully degrading himself and vulgarly shoving that bottle in and out of his body, Ike lost sight of the camera above him and merely enjoyed himself like a sex-deprived lunatic, moaning and touching himself while he fucked his ass with the soda. His prostate got rammed directly by the cap on the bottle, and each time that flat surface hit his pleasure gland, Ike felt a wave of pleasure roll over his entire body--the same kind that laid him out when the Trainer was fucking him. The bottle was the same as a cock, and Ike, on the path to another anal orgasm, fucked himself with it, disregarding the Trainer now while he masturbated foolishly. Ike’s hole had gone all warm and gooey and melty, his insides churning like butter against the force of the bottle being rammed in and out of his own posterior. Electricity sparked within the man, and while his muscular arm flexed again and again as it rapidly shoved the soda into him, he felt a flexing in his balls once more.

“Go on you slut, cum!” the Trainer said, watching Ike’s balls tense up.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Ike moaned, seeing the camera again before his vision was totally blocked by white. Jizz slapped Ike flat across the face from his dick, spraying him all over his chest, neck, cheeks, eyebrows, forehead, hair, and more, not to mention the wall behind him. Once again losing himself in the orgasm, Ike jammed that bottle as deep as it would fit inside himself and lost purchase on it. The Trainer watched with his mouth agape as the soda sunk into Ike’s hole like a kind of ooze was dissolving it, though it was still fully intact. The plastic bottle vanished, Ike’s gaping hole closing around it and taking it in as though consuming the object, the bright pink entrance closing around the back of the bottle. Ike was still shooting jet after jet of cum all over himself, but he felt that bottle plowing into him like never before, the thickest part of the soda squeezing past his prostate, making him squirt with renewed vigor in the midst of orgasm. He shot up the wall and onto the ceiling, a fountain of jizz pouring all over the place like a water feature. Ike couldn’t even make a sound, his hole chewing on the bottle before tightening up. Ike finally yelped out as he felt his sphincter muscles trying to force the bottle out of him, his orgasm intensified by the soda being expelled slowly. Still, it wouldn’t come out, and only the base of the bottle poked out his hole, his entrance wrapping around it and clutching it tight before sucking it up again. Ike’s orgasm was cut short by the intensifying power of the bottle being stuck inside him, and he came down off his high, his hole stuffed with the soda clearing his head quickly.

“It’s fucking… stuck,” the Trainer said in awe, leaning down and filming Ike’s hole directly now. The bottle peeked out from inside, Ike’s entrance spread open as the base of the thing revealed itself and then fell back into Ike’s insides. Ike grunted and wiped his face, his heart pumping while the bottle threatened to go even deeper.

“Ah… ah, fuck!” Ike whimpered, feeling the bottle slam against his hypersensitive prostate, his empty bladder compressing in response. If he had anything left, that would’ve been the third time he pissed himself. Compared to a dick, the bottle was hard as a diamond, its plastic form forcing Ike apart as he groaned and pushed against it. He tried to shove it out of himself with his anal muscles, managing to force the base of the bottle out again. Grunting and moaning, Ike managed to get maybe a centimeter more of the thing outside of himself before it stopped. He felt it sinking back in and he threw his head back. Each time the bottle returned to his insides, it utterly smashed into his prostate, and after his powerful orgasm, it felt like his entire body was being pinched, a hard wave of pleasure crashing against him which made him see stars, his bladder flattening like a pancake each time while he bit his lower lip. It was unbearable, a mixture of pleasure and pain as the bottle fastened inside him, not budging for a moment.

“You gotta push it out,” the Trainer said, grinning with mania, shoving his phone in Ike’s face, filming his humiliation. Ike blushed and shut his eyes, squeezing and grunting as the bottle loosened up again and slowly exited him. The Trainer quickly filmed it once more, but yet again the bottle stopped short. It went back inside and Ike groaned loudly. He pushed with all his might now, and the soda bottle seemed to be disturbed by that, escaping from him much quicker.

With a loud popping sound, the bottle fell out of Ike’s hole, accompanied by much of the Trainer’s previous load which spilled out onto the floor. The Trainer picked up the dirty soda bottle, its contents still pristine and untouched albeit much more fizzy than they were before in part signified by the cum-covered exterior. The Trainer looked down at Ike’s body, jizz coating the man’s upper body as well as his underside now as more and more of the Trainer’s cum escaped him, finally dripping from his hole as he, for the first time in what felt like forever, managed to catch his breath. The drug was wearing off now, and Ike, no longer under its spell nor the spell of pleasure the Trainer could cast on him, started to regain himself. The Trainer saved the videos he’d recorded and put away his phone, watching Ike who began to slowly gather himself. The muscular hero got to his knees and then his feet shakily, using the wall to stabilize himself, although that meant he had to stand in the mess he’d made all over the floor. His sneakers weren’t exactly soaked, but they were getting a fair amount of jizz on them, yet Ike seemed to not mind too terribly on the whole. Clearly he had bigger fish to fry what with being naked and oozing cum and having just had the Trainer utterly fucking humiliate him, record it, and save it for posterity. He looked at the Trainer wordlessly, his face still a little red.

“So, uh…” Ike mumbled, the Trainer’s eyebrows rising suggestively.

“Hmm?” the Trainer asked, expecting Ike to say something about deleting the videos or about the Trainer being way too hard on him or some other pathetic yet sensible remark. However, what followed was a shock.

“We should do that again,” Ike said simply, his face as stoic as ever now that the effects of the drug had worn off, his usual, cold candor returned in spite of his state of undress and utter degradation. How he had any pride for himself in the moment was beyond the Trainer’s guessing, but then the Trainer remembered that was simply Ike’s face. Ike had actually enjoyed himself, and what’s more is he wanted to do it again. The Trainer laughed a little, then a lot, and finally wiped a tear from his eye when he spoke up.

“Oh? Right now?” the Trainer asked, Ike’s cheeks burning slightly as he raised one hand in front of himself, as if to defend his body in the immediate moment should the Trainer suddenly reach out, grab him, and start fucking him like a rabbit then and there.

“No, no, no. I mean… another time. We will have another flexibility training right?” Ike asked, almost sheepish in his words as he made a light implication. He may have been a meathead but he knew at least how to flirt a little, and the Trainer grinned wide. From the Trainer’s perspective, Ike was so unbelievably cute, not to mention a total tease. How he could act so sheepish and yet so stoic and yet so strong and yet so submissive all at the same time was beyond the Trainer, and it made Ike seem charismatic in spite of the fact he had all the charisma of a damp towel.

“Oh I see. Another ‘flexibility’ training session. Of course you need more training. Gotta tighten up that fat ass of yours,” the Trainer said, Ike nodding lightly, a small hint at his previous submissiveness shining through while he refused to meet the Trainer’s eyes. Taking a step closer, the Trainer grabbed Ike’s chin and forced him to look at him.

“Uh,” Ike made a cute, confused noise, and the Trainer leaned in. Ike blushed again and the Trainer kissed him on the lips. They were just as soft as they’d been before, but the Trainer managed to contain himself and only smooch Ike for a moment.

“Only if you promise to keep wearing tighter and tighter yoga pants,” the Trainer said.

“I don’t know if any tighter pants would fit me,” Ike admitted.

“Oh? Then how about shorts? Or maybe even less?” the Trainer proposed, “I wouldn’t mind seeing those sweet cheeks in a jockstrap.”

“I have a few of those,” Ike said quietly, the Trainer smiling even wider now.

“Well until then Ike. Text me. Oh, and look out for those videos: I’ll send them to you tonight,” the Trainer said, giving a little wave and walking off, the soda still in hand as he uncorked it and took a drink.

“Wait, what about my clothes?!” Ike yelped, the Trainer ignoring him and making his way back to the yoga studio, no doubt planning to hold onto Ike’s slutty workout attire for his own enjoyment. Left in nothing but his sneakers and still dripping with jizz and sweat, Ike placed his hands over his now-soft cock and balls to hide them. Though his hands were large, they weren’t quite big enough to hide his junk, and much of his shaft and nutsack were still on display from the front in spite of his attempts to cover them, even while flaccid.

Ike took shaky steps, his fat, bouncing ass quite done-in by the combination of the Trainer’s forceful thrusts and that bottle of soda getting stuck inside him. Walking like a penguin with his ass wiggling each time he took a step, Ike shuffled down the hallway pathetically. He passed the coffee shop from earlier as well as another small storefront in the basement, the clerks attending both giving Ike a shocked look as he tried to move quickly past them. He was rather slow even at his fastest with his insides still gaping and his legs pretty much numb, so he unfortunately took a fair amount of time to step out of their line of sight. Each cashier got a good long look at Ike while he walked past shamefully, glistening and nude body on display, cum absolutely pouring down his thighs, not to mention the facial he’d given himself on top of that. It was truly the walk of shame. Feeling his face burning once more, Ike finally reached the elevator and mashed the button. When the carriage arrived and the doors slid open, not a soul was to be found in that elevator, much to Ike’s relief as he just about leapt inside and hit the button for his floor.

As he stood, watching the floors fly past on the elevator display, Ike heard a wet farting sound echo from his backside, cum gushing onto the floor beneath him, warm jizz coating his calves. He grunted and looked in the full-body mirror in the elevator behind him. Bending over and showing his hole to himself, he watched his guts wink at him, his entrance drizzling jizz down his taint and onto his nutsack in his bent position. Adding insult to injury, his thighs began to gain a bit of feeling back and ached from being stretched. Testing his flexibility, Ike found he still couldn’t touch his toes, cum oozing out his posterior when he tried to stretch, another wet cumfart blasting from inside him. Bubbles were pouring down him now, much like lava seeping from a volcano. The Trainer had really done a number on his ass.

Out of the elevator, Ike surveyed the hallway before him--nobody was about, but that wasn’t to say someone wouldn’t turn up. Still, his door wasn’t far from the elevator, and he took bow-legged steps down the hall as best he could, cum dripping down his legs as he made to try and racewalk to his apartment, but he moreso just walked like a duck, leaving a snail trail behind him all over the carpet and marble floor. He reached his door with no interruptions besides a fair few farts of cum that escaped his plump bottom each time he took a too-long step, but in that moment he realized he’d left his key in his yoga pants, and they were still in the studio, no doubt under the jurisdiction of the Trainer at this point. Hitting the door with his fist in defeat, Ike groaned.

“Fuck me, nooooooo,” Ike said, looking at the handle of his door and shaking it rapidly. It didn’t budge. He farted cum all over the floor and grunted, and then he heard a different, more wet sound behind him, not to mention the sensation of something against his hole. Freezing in place, Ike turned his head to look over his shoulder and saw none other than Snake crouched behind him, picking fingerfuls of the jizz leaking out of Ike’s backside up and stuffing them into his mouth. He made little moans as he ate, scraping cum from Ike’s hole and swallowing it greedily, jizz in his beard before he leaned under the waterfall of cum and let it stream into his open mouth. Ike couldn’t do anything--his worst nightmare had come true when he saw another person. He’d been caught naked in the hall, coated in jizz and utterly degraded. Still, Ike was focusing a little too much on himself, and rather seemed to ignore the fact Snake was eating up every drop of the Trainer’s jizz still plopping out of his hole. Ike farted out an eruption of cum and it splattered all over Snake’s face, giving him an utterly disgusting facial, but the man grinned wide like a kid in a candy shop, licking his lips and sighing happily.

“I’ll pick the lock for you,” Snake muttered under his breath. He got back up and grabbed Ike’s shoulders, moving him to the side. Ike stayed utterly silent from mortification of being caught, not having realized Snake saw him earlier while he was being bred. Snake pulled out a small card and a bobby pin and fiddled with the lock on the handle of the door. He managed to force his way in quickly, and he stood aside after only around thirty seconds of fiddling to open the door for Ike.

“Uh…” Ike tried to say something, but a cumfart broke the awkward silence, jizz splattering onto the floor beneath Ike. Snake leaned down and caught a handful of the stuff like he was pumping soap out of a soap dispenser and into his hand. He raised it to his cum-covered mouth and licked it up, grunting softly.

“If you just keep standing out here, I’m gonna eat your ass until you’re clean as a whistle. Actually, why don’t you let me in and you can bend over something soft while I do it? This won’t take long,” Snake insisted, Ike growing submissive again and teetering into his apartment. Snake followed him and gave a mischievous look, knowing full well not only was every drop of cum and sweat on Ike’s body now his for the tasting, but that Ike would let him have it all without a word of opposition. Shutting the door behind himself and cracking his knuckles, Snake lead Ike over to the couch and bent him over it. That plump, gaping, leaking hole opened at Snake and squirted cum onto his clothes, the warm fluids exploding like a geyser from Ike’s insides.

“Please e-eat my ass, sir.”

“‘atta boy.”