Degenerate Bathroom Fic

Asgore’s throbbing cock appeared in the gloryhole, thick and long and positively reeking of sweat. Kris’ eyes widened under his bangs. He hadn’t expected his surrogate father to be the one to appear here in this pigsty of a bar, let alone shove his cock into the bathroom gloryhole. Toriel was sitting on the toilet next to the human and, after an initial appraisal of her former husband’s massive member, gave Kris a lecherous grin. The wide handicapped stall was plenty big for the two of them, and Kris knelt on the grimy tiles in his typical attire.

On his legs, from the tips of his toes to mid-thigh were sheer nylon stockings of alternating pink and black rings, accentuating the plumpness of his somewhat feminine body. He wore high heeled matching pink stilettos, the pointed heels serving as a rest for his hairless round ass, which dripped a small amount of clear lubricant from his well-practiced hole. His hips were adored with a belt, beaded with sparkling, gaudy cheap jewels that emphasized his waistline, a heart-shaped clasp locking it just below his navel.

Below this indecency his smooth and hairless groin ended in a bright pink phallic cage less than two inches long, a golden padlock resting on top, a loop of similar bubblegum-pink plastic wrapped snug around the base of his balls, presenting the whole of his junk as a bright, compact and simply adorable package. The tip of his urethra bulged slightly through the hole at the tip of his cage, a dribble of pre already trailing a long string to the floor between his thighs.

Above his belt his body was equally hairless, his smooth copper skin without blemish, his muscles toned but soft, so no definition or hint of masculine strength was visible. His nipples were pierced with studs, and stood perky in the cold bathroom air. Around his neck was a black leather collar with a bright white upside-down heart, locked just tight enough he was always aware of its presence on his throat. His lips were done up in lurid red lipstick and they parted as he licked them unconsciously at the sight of this gigantic manhood.
But despite his obvious lust and the eager cock above him, he hesitated. After all, this was the man he called ‘Dad’.

While he pondered this, Toriel had squatted down behind him and reached a thick finger down, hooking it effortlessly inside his well-lubricated hole. The human’s mouth opened in a silent start at this sudden penetration, and with her other hand gripping the rear of his collar, Kris found himself forced upwards to plant his open mouth onto Asgore’s cockhead.

It was nearly the size of a fist and the spongey, musky tip filled Kris’ mouth, immediately depositing a hefty dollop of Boss Monster Pre on the inside of his mouth.

At that point all rational thought evaporated from the human’s mind. His hands, jeweled bangles jingling on his wrists, braced against the stall wall, and he began to suck and nurse on the great white slab of meat with abandon. Thick transparent masculine juice pooled in his mouth with every slight bob of his head, and he compulsively swallowed, but still more was produced. So much so that rivulets of the stuff trailed over his glistening lips to dribble down his chin, a few stray drops splattering against the side of the stall as the rest began to slide down the front of his neck and drip hot and slick on his bare chest.

Behind him, egging him on with whispered encouragement, Toriel pressed her hefty breasts into his back, restricting the amount of space he could pull backwards. Her hard nipples were like bullets against his hot skin, and he felt her heartbeat, as fast and eager as his own, pulsing through the warm pillows. Her hands all this time were not idle, as she slid first a second, then third finger inside of her human’s rear, gently stretching his hole and thrusting erratically, making his anus clamp down and spasm around the invading digits. Her other hand had pressed backwards to her own rear, four fingers buried to the last knuckle in her ass, jilling herself as she finger-fucked Kris, her hungry eyes locked onto the cock and balls in front of her.

Kris’ lips left a series of stains along the shaft of Asgore’s cock as he bobbed forward, his efforts making various marks of lusty triumph as they measured the depth he could take the mammoth member into his throat. His neck bulged obscenely and his makeup ran as tears beaded in the corners of his eyes, but he wouldn’t stop for all the money in the world. It had taken him much “training” under Toriel to realize it, but now he truly understood: that he belonged here. That humans were MADE for pleasuring big monster cocks.

At this primal realization, his caged cock bobbed as though in religious ecstasy, and he leaked thick milky-white cum that first pooled within the tip of his chastity cage then dripped out all-but-steaming onto the filthy tiles. The sheer physical joy of his admission almost distracted him from the task at hand, but his teacher had taught him well, and although his body shook in the afterglow, he could not stop himself from sucking the elephantine penis. But Asgore was overstimulated from the enthusiasm of his anonymous cocksucker in the bar bathroom stall, and he wrapped the wood with his knuckles desperately as his meat began to throb.

Toriel, reacting immediately, pulled her hands free and leaned into the human’s back, pressing him to Asgore’s fluffy pubes as his cock leapt in Kris’ throat, a hot tsunami of mind-erasing monster spunk blasting down into the human’s stomach, his throat convulsing and clamping down on the member, milking it for every delicious drop.

Although the heart and soul were willing, the flesh was weak, and with all his might Kris pushed back against his Domina, his head spreading her cleavage as he leaned back sputtering and coughing up spunk. But the cock in front of him showered him with what felt like a gallon of boss monster semen, the thick, viscous white confection spraying him directly across the face and in his open mouth and across his throat and the soft surface of his chest, dribbling down his somewhat-bloated belly and splashing lastly against his confined genitals, flooding the hot plastic and rinsing out his inferior seed.

This act of absolute PURPOSE filled Kris with a dizzy fulfillment he had never experienced in any other act in his life, and he whispered, spunk still dribbling from his lips a near-silent “Thank you”

Behind him Toriel reached around his cumsoaked form to scoop delicately on her fingers a dollop of still-hot cream and brought it to her lips, sucking sensually at the drop. She sensed the human’s ecstasy of role and purpose and allowed him sit there a bit longer, even after Asgore had left the stall and exited the bathroom. She returned to her porcelain thrown and worked a pair of fingers slowly against the front of her soaked panties as she watched Kris unconsciously begin to scoop Asgore’s cum off of himself and suck greedily at the spent semen, even licking around the edges of the gloryhole to indulge in the delicacy there. It was only when he bent low with his tongue to lap at the puddled spunk on the filthy floor that she cleared her throat loudly. Kris immediately snapped out of his trance and looked over at her, confused.

“Come tend to your mistress” She crooned, spreading her enormous thighs.

Kris immediately crawled forward on his knees, bracing his hands against her plush, ivory thighs. But she slapped his hands and he retreated.

“Don’t get my fur dirty.” She chided.

He placed his hands on the grimy tiles and nodded, his sweat-and-semen matted hair clinging indelicately to his face. Leaning forward, he placed his face against the soft damp fabric of her panties, breathing deeply, filling his lungs with her warm arousal, again driving what little remained of his conscious mind back to the primal purpose ahead. He spread his lips and craned his neck upwards, so his teeth could grip at her sweat soaked waistband and delicately pull it down, exposing her sex to the cool air, where it radiated sexual heat into the human’s face. He all but dove in, the velvet lips parting for his probing tongue and he greedily lapped her hot LOVE, the slickness recoating his face and he sucked and hiss and lapped away, the boss monster grinning as her eyes lidded, slouching lower to give the human better and better access.

Kris dragged his pussyslick tongue up over the slightly-parted lips to gently lick her bean, making her groan loudly in pleasure, on leg hooking over his back to pull him closer, so his face was engulfed in the smell and taste of her. His cage, still flooded with Asgore’s seed, bobbed as his cock flexed weakly inside the plastic. His tongue penetrated her and curled against that innermost spot, causing his Domina to grip his hair with her fingers, knotting her clawed digits in his shaggy mane as she bit her other hand to stifle her moans.
A minute passed as she openly panted and let out cute squeaks of pleasure as her servant pleasured her. But her mind was far from the weak little human in front of her, and instead on her former husband’s rippling muscles and his throbbing cock, his one-eyed monster teasing her for hours, pressing shallowly inside her hole til just the tip lay inside, then pulling back out, spreading her with agonizing slowness. The thoughts combined with Kris’ diligent servitude brought her to sudden orgasm, her thighs slapping together like a vice as she spasmed against the human’s face, her sex spraying her hot juices across his face to dribble down his chest, messying him again.
He didn’t mind though.

After a few more moments of uncontrollable spasms, Toriel leered down her body at the human between her legs. He was dizzy and unresponsive, ignoring her gentle attempts at getting him to respond. His face was a mask of blank rapture, and she could not stir him with even modest levels of volume.

In exasperation, she shifted on booted foot and pressed it into his bare chest, kicking him backwards onto the pool of spunk and grime on the floor. The cold slick shock woke him immediately, and he glanced down his naked form at her in a mix of shame and apology, his hands slipping on the sex and waste-soaked tiles.

“Kris you’ve ignored your mistress. This is worth punishing, my child.” She hissed at him, her hands darting inside the large purse beside her on the toilet paper dispenser.

“Moth-Mistress I’m sorry I was just-“

She shushed him with a look, her lips pouting and her eyes filling with silent threat. She pulled forth “Mr. A”, a massive double-dildo covered in silicon thick silicon nubs. She stepped up quickly before the human could react and planted a boot-tip under Kris and gave him a hard nudge, flipping him over on the slick of opaque grime on the ground. The greasy concoction slimed over and coated every inch of the human’s back, butt, belly and chest, and his caged cock sat in a thick puddle of Asgore’s spunk that had gone even more opaque in the last few minutes, seeping inside his plastic prison and washing over his balls, making the human shiver in revulsion and simultaneous, undeniable arousal.

Toriel pulled from her bag a small plastic bottle of Dubious Drake lubricant that she applied to one half of the almost meter-long dildo, it’s surface dripping and glistening in her hands. She bent over, her tremendous bosom drooping towards the earth, her ears hanging beside her face, her piercing gaze making her a menacing dominatrix. Kris watched in a mixture of horror and perverted anticipation as she dipped the tip of the other end into the filthy puddle he lay in, coating it liberally in that contaminated spunk before dragging the heavy tip over his imprisoned penis, bopping the enormous head against the miniscule prison before dragging it over his pressed balls, pressuring him to slide himself further towards herself, and further basting his worthless human genitals in the superior and tainted monster spunk. Then she trailed the dripping artificial member over his hairless taint to rest on the small of his back, the shaft bent slightly to press between his cheeks, where it pooled grimy lust against his hole that dripped back down his taint to wash over his junk. The weight of it felt like tons and the human could not move, his cock pressed hard against the ground and engulfed in Asgore’s spent spunk. His asshole twitched in anticipation or fear, he could not decide.

“Beg, child.” She hissed. “Beg for forgiveness.”

He opened his mouth and the words came forth, choke with lust and fear and sorrow.

“P-Please, mistress.”

She smiled at him viciously.

“Good girl.”

Without a moment of hesitation, she pulled the slick dildo backwards and pressed it roughly against Kris’ hole, the filthy lust-greased tip popping in and forcing the air from the human’s lungs in a loud moan that echoed off the tiled floor. She pressed it in, feeding over a foot of cum-slick lumpy dildo into the human’s hole, and his hips bucked against the ground, his butt cheeks flexing to either halt or take in more of the intruder, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. The other half of the dildo stood like an obscene tail from the human’s rear, and he made lusty whimpers and it shook slightly with every rapid pulse of his heart.

Spinning around on her boots, Toriel aimed her enormous rear over her glistening and clean end, squatting low and guiding with one hand her half to her hole. She stopped for a moment to breath daintily as it pressed against her, then allowed her weight to all but fall entirely downwards, stopping only a few inches from the human’s own filthy body. She took her half to the hilt effortlessly, her face lighting red under her fur and her heart pounding in her ears. Beneath her the human felt the dildo press on all his insides with tremendous force, causing his stomach to deform slightly and his prostate, already excited since the start of the ordeal and now all but crushed, to force his cock to bubble forth more, progressively-clearer cum.

She raised and slammed back down, her breasts heaving up and down as she used Kris as a dildo, ignoring his cries and moans, grinding him into the filth and wringing pitiless orgasm after orgasm from him. Her own arousal began to overtake her very serious desire to punish, and she found herself dipping down to sit on the human’s rear, the two of them joined by the dildo, and to grind backwards and forwards, stimulating herself and overstimulating her already-broken human servant.

Soon even his protests of the filth around him dissolved as he returned to that ecstasy of USE, and he raised his hips to buck back against her, trying to bring her as much pleasure as possible. In spite of his selflessness, his own jailed dong dribbled a perpetual glistening string of now-clear cum onto the tiles. Eventually her hips slapped against his one last time, and she ground so deeply against him that even their holes were kissing obscenely, and they both let out audible moans that ignored their private perversions, echoing out to the people in the front of the bar.

Sitting and lying there in the filth, the two sluts panted lewdly in the afterglow. Despite her neatness, Toriel had ended up with some of the grime on her fur, and Kris was positively filthy. Toriel leaned back, bracing her hands against the slick floor and slipped, falling entirely onto Kris, all but crushing his insides around the dildo, and bending it so it popped free from her own slutty ass, the rest of the length sliding neatly from the human in an obscene missile launch. Barely gathering her wits, the Mistress boss monster helped Kris back to his knees and kissed him tenderly, with genuine love that warmed the two hearts together. They looked into each other’s eyes, filthy and grimy as they were, they felt only love and compassion.

Suddenly someone was at the gloryhole.

To be continued?