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[b][u][centre] The Munum Region, Chapter 2

Desert Training

By Shadymissionary [/b][/u][/centre]

There was a massive desert between the port city Rekik City and Al-Mazid, the largest city in the Munum region. Anyone trying to cross by themselves would find themselves hopelessly lost in an endless landscape of sand dunes, unable to tell what direction they were going in or where they'd come from. All while the sun bore down on them without pause. The one grace of the desert was that there were no predators or poisoners in its sands, but that was little comfort to anyone hapless enough to get lost. There were a few oases scattered through the sands, but only the most skilled local guides could chart any path between them. As such, any travel outside of Rekik was all but forbidden to any visitors. Trying to cross the desert without a guide would be tantamount to suicide.

Ash Ketchum had a guide, a smirking Haunter floating in front of him. But he had nothing else. Not even clothes to shield him from the sun. The naked trainer trudged through the sand, sweat dripping off his bare skin. With nothing to carry water or food, his only choice was to follow Haunter and pray that he would reach the oasis before he passed out.

The Munum adventure was off to a slow start.

Once all his Pokemon had been brought into Sevof's 'advanced trance state', the rest of the night was all of them staring at a screen with blinking, swirling lights while an irresistible voice explained the virtues of obedience and submission. It was hours of this before Sevof figured that they were finished, and commanded them to sleep. The moment he said the word, Ash was dead to the world.

When he was told to 'awaken', he found out two things in a flash. First, there was no transition between 'asleep' and 'awake' for him anymore. He was either in deep sleep or wide awake, all based on what his master commanded. Though he remembered that Sevof's video had told him that if he had no commands otherwise, he would fall straight asleep at midnight and awaken at sunrise.

The second thing he learned was that Sevof had driven him deep into the desert on what looked like a cross between a jeep and a tank. When asked if he could see Rekik, Ash admitted that he couldn't, even when Sevof pointed in its direction.

“Nor can anyone there see us," Sevof explained. “From here on out, no one from outside Munum will see you, unless they have been captured as well. You will begin your true journey from here."

Ash had been excited to get started, now that everything had been taken care of. His Pokemon had been convinced and were now sleeping in their Pokeballs until they met their new master. He just had to get to Al-Mazid, where his prospective master would be waiting to claim him. And then Ash would be in for the time of his life.

This enthusiasm dimmed somewhat when Sevof told him he would have to walk there. Naked. Guided by a Haunter that seemed to be perpetually laughing at him. While Sevof would drive ahead to meet him miles away in his truck. With his Pokemon. And all the water and food Ash might have wanted for a hike like this.

Ash couldn't object, and we would've handed his clothes over to Sevof without complaint if the professor hadn't stopped him “No, no, no." Sevof had said. “We won't be needing them anymore, and you...well, need to let things happen to you."

The trainer-turned-slave didn't quite understand what he meant...until Haunter started ripping his clothes off with his claws, reducing them to scraps of fabric. His jacket, shirt and pants were soon in shreds around him, leaving him in nothing but his underwear yet again. The ghost paused for a second and then, giggling all the while, pulled the rear strap of Ash's boxers behind him as far as he could, causing it to tighten around the boy's prick and balls. Ash helplessly winced at the pain before the underwear finally tore, releasing him from the impromptu wedgie and exposing him completely.

The naked boy didn't bother trying to hide himself, but he still seethed in impotent annoyance at the ghost's wandering eyes as he looked down at the clothes he had come in with. The rags were quickly gathered up into a bag and tossed into the truck like garbage. They would never be worn again - Ash had entered Munum as a trainer, but that was over now. All pretense was over - he was a slave now, and would be for the rest of his trip. The naked desert hike was just the beginning.

As if to rub it in further, Pikachu was lying on Sevof's lap with a content smile, with Sevof being his de facto master until they got to the city. Ash's best friend would ride in comfort, not even caring about the boy going through what would be the worst walk of his life…

The final straw came when Haunter's hand suddenly gave the boy's ass a sharp pinch. [b][i]“HEY!"[/b][/i] Ash swat the hand away with his closest hand, having hit his limit of humiliation. Ash spun around to glare at the Haunter -

Only for Haunter to stare back with glowing eyes.

Ash blinked, not sure what he was about to do or why. He'd just...phased out for a second. The naked slave tried to regain his bearings, standing up straight and facing a smiling Sevof.

There was a moment's pause and then Ash felt a somewhat chilly hand grope his rear. The boy shivered slightly at the touch, but didn't react otherwise. No angry words, no attempt to swat the hand away, not even a frown. Even if Ash didn't...completely welcome the touch, he wouldn't reject it either.

Sevof and his Haunter chuckled. “Excellent. You can start walking. I will meet you ahead."

And with that, the professor took Ash's clothes, water, and Pokemon and drove off into the distance.

Once the truck had vanished, Haunter beckoned Ash to follow him in a different direction from the tracks. It wasn't even a slight deviation from the trail - the ghost wanted him to take a complete detour away from the logical path. Ash considered ignoring his sneering guide and following the truck to wherever Sevof was carrying his water…

But after Haunter's eyes flashed, Ash remembered that he had to obey his guide, no matter how nonsensical his directions were. Obedience was a virtue in Munum, especially for him. No matter how absurd the task, or how unpleasant the master, Ash had to obey.

So Ash obediently walked towards Haunter, quickly losing sight of the tracks that would've led straight to Sevof. As his bare feet felt every grain of sand dig in with every step, the naked boy could only hope that the ghost would still lead him to the same destination as the professor.

This continued for what felt like hours. Ash could feel the hot sun soak into every inch of his exposed skin, including everything that had never felt daylight before. Sweat dripped out of every pore, making his bare body glisten in the sunlight. Hunger, thirst, and exhaustion gnawed at Ash's entire being as he dragged himself ever forward through the scorching desert.

Ash knew better than to beg his guide to stop, or even ask whether they would arrive soon. They would never stop, and Haunter never indicated where they were or how close they were to the oasis. More than once, Ash had noticed he was walking across his own footprints - they were going in circles, and he couldn't protest. He tried once, but one flash was enough to make him save his breath.

Sometimes the ghost would let out a wolfish whistle or a mocking laugh at the nude boy. Other times, he would make an obscene gesture with his hands and made sure Ash saw it. Otherwise, he would just grope, poke, and smack the trainer in a sensitive area. Every time, he would gauge the slaves' reaction. If Ash tensed up or even just frowned at the indignity, Haunter's eyes would flash. The next time, the young man would just take whatever the Pokemon did to him in stride.

Ash was slowly learning what he truly was. He'd understood that he would be a slave in the Munum region back when he'd met Sevof, but it was in the desert that it truly sunk in. No matter how he felt or what he was doing, in the end he was nothing but a toy for amusement. His body was a thing to be used and abused, and his mind was all but pointless as he'd follow every order no matter what he wanted. He would never be able to protest or do anything to improve his situation himself. His life was entirely at the whim of whoever his current master was.

And he didn't even feel anger or despair at this realization anymore. It was just a fact of his new life, a part of his journey in Munum. Honestly, if the desert walk wasn't so boring, his vulnerability and helplessness would've made him...aroused. Every time Haunter took a second to tease him, Ash found that he liked it more and more. The slave wanted...action, just as much as he wanted relief.

But he still needed relief. Every inch of his skin begged for shade as it cooked in the harsh sun. His stomach growled miserably as whatever energy he had was worked away. His feet were burning, both from the heat of the sands and the work of keeping himself upright for so long. Ash's breath was getting raspy, with a dried-out throat and mouth desperate for water…

Just as Ash thought he was about to collapse, he felt a strange tingling sensation over his arms. Without warning, the hands shot up to his face and clamped over his eyes, completely blinding him. Ash nearly toppled over, but two cold hands on his shoulders kept him upright. When the boy tried to remove his improvised blindfold, he found he couldn't move his hands or arms no matter how hard he struggled - not that he had much strength to struggle.

[i]Psychic[/i], Ash realized. Haunter was making the boy's body move with Psychic, like a marionette. The boy almost seethed as Haunter roughly pushed the boy forward, but something occurred to him.

[i]He's doing this so I don't get the satisfaction of seeing our destination.[/i]

That thought made him give up struggling against the Pokemon's puppetry and focus all his attention on walking forward. He was almost there.

Of course, nothing drags on quite like 'almost there'. It felt like another hour passed as Ash blindly stumbled forward, his reserves slowly giving out. Too late, Ash remembered that seeing his destination in the empty desert could mean that it was miles away. Mile after mile of scorching sun and sand, completely at the mercy of his cruel guide, wondering if he wasn't going in circles once again or if Haunter would remove his hands to show him even deeper in the vast desert with no water or…

But then Ash felt the sunlight on his body...stop. Before he could process what that meant, he found himself pushed onto his knees and unable to get up. His aching legs screamed with relief as his lungs wheezed for breath. The psychic energy on his arms released its' grasp, and his hands fell away from his eyes. Ash's vision was blinded for a second by brown light as he blinked himself into awareness.

“There we are. Did we enjoy our walk?" Sevof's voice spoke.

The blurriness slowly faded, and Ash saw that he was inside a large brown tent set up in the sand. Sevof was sitting in front of him, Pikachu purring on his lap. Haunter floated beside his master and made several smiling gestures at Ash, communicating...something to the professor. Ash was a little too exhausted and thirsty to try to deduce what they were saying.

Whatever Haunter told Sevof, he seemed to approve. “Very good. Now then, to business. We are just outside Al-Mazid, where you will be bought tomorrow morning. Normally, I'd let slaves learn through experience...some masters enjoy 'tutoring' their playthings personally. But with the price you'll command, I'll need to make sure you have a good grasp of the basics so your master will get his money's worth."

Ash swayed as he kneeled before the professor, his voice letting out a dry croak. He wasn't sure if he could take any more lessons without passing out. Sevof gave him a slightly reassuring smile before producing what looked like a bowl of brown Pokefood in front of him. Even to the starving boy, it looked disgusting.

“It will give you enough energy to continue, and it will get you to...pay close attention to your body. As for water...well, you'll have to earn it. Eat it all up...and don't bother using your hands. You'll need them later."

Ash obediently leaned into the bowl and began digging into the brown substance that he'd normally feed his Pokemon. It didn't taste like anything pleasant, but Ash was in no position to complain or refuse. Using his lips, teeth and tongue to push the food into his mouth was incredibly awkward and messy, splattering the brown sludge all over his face like wet mud. Ash could swear he heard Pikachu and Haunter giggling as he ate with all the dignity of a starving dog. But hunger and obedience overcame any embarrassment, and Ash soon licked the bowl clean with his tongue.

Ash sat back up, his face splattered with flecks of brown. After a short chuckle at the slave's messy face, Haunter wiped it clean with a wet rag that had once been his shirt.

As the food settled into his stomach, Ash could indeed feel his strength returning to him. That was when the boy noticed that he felt much more of his body than he used to...it was like he felt what every single muscle was doing or trying to do. Everything from his legs kneeling on the sand to his tongue pushing back the last of the food had come into sharp relief for Ash.

Sevof turned behind him and pulled out a strange-looking contraption from his bag. It looked like a thick tube of soft pink material, dotted with a few scattered sensors. One end of the tube came to a round point with a small hole, and the other end had two soft balls connected underneath a hose that reached into the Professor's bag.

Ash could tell exactly what it was supposed to resemble. His own started rising as he thought about how he would be getting his much-needed water.

“Let's test how good your instincts are." Sevof pointed the pseudo-penis at Ash's face. A slight dribble from the tip made it clear where Ash would get his water from. “Start with your hands. And treat it like a true cock."

The boy's hands came up to touch the device, trying to gently stroke it the way he would his own. The material did feel like erect but tender skin, and it was accurately warm to the touch. His movements were slow and awkward at first, as this was something he'd never thought of doing before.

Sevof glanced down at a tiny phone in his hands - Ash guessed that the sensors were recording his performance. “A little more conviction, Ash. You want to make your master happy. When he's happy, you are happy."

Ash nodded apologetically and started moving his fingers with more dexterity and force than before. The phone beeped a little more happily, and Sevof nodded. “More like that."

The heightened awareness Ash had of his muscles meant that he could adjust his masturbation techniques to exactly what Sevof wanted to see. Too gentle, too hard, too forceful, more movement, well done, touch more here, don't crush it, faster now, give the balls a squeeze once or twice...every instruction made Ash's ministrations better and better, and soon Ash was stroking the cock like a proper whore.

Once Sevof was satisfied with what he was seeing, the device began spurting water out of its hole. Surprised, Ash quickly opened his mouth and let the soothing water squirt into his mouth, trying to get as much into him as he could. Some of the liquid splattered onto his face despite his best efforts, but he still got just enough to feel his mouth and throat becoming alive again.

The spurting soon stopped, and Sevof stoked Pikachu's purring head with his free hand. “Now, you will apply that technique whenever you need to use your hands. Do you understand?"

Ash nodded, “Yuh-yes." His voice had finally returned. The water he'd received had rejuvenated his mouth, but he still needed more. And it seemed like he would get more, as Sevof pushed the device closer to his face.

“Time for the mouth. Open wide...and whatever you do, don't bite down."

Nodding, Ash opened his mouth wide and felt the false cock slip into his mouth. The tube was just wide enough to fit into his mouth, forcing Ash to breathe through his nose as long as it was inside. Sevof started with the tip just barely past Ash's teeth, and the boy willed himself not to bring his teeth onto what represented his master's cock.

“Use your lips and tongue. And suck."

Ash's lips carefully massaged the fleshlike tube with his lips, rubbing the tip with his tongue as best he could. Taking deep breaths with his nose, Ash imagined himself sucking his master's thick cock, slowly bringing him to a climax inside of him...the thought caused his hands to start wandering to his own erection…

Only for them to be forced away by Haunter's psychic. “Ah, ah, ah." Sevof chided. “Don't think about your pleasure. Focus only on your masters'. When he is pleased, you are pleased. When you satisfy him, you will feel satisfied. Never think about what you desire. Just what your master wants."

Ash blushed around the cock, trying to communicate 'yes' without jarring the cock from its position. His hands were released from Haunter's control, and he let them fall to his sides and focused entirely on massaging the pseudo-cock.

“Well done. Take it in deeper."

Ash carefully pushed himself into the cock, and the tube went deeper into his mouth. All the while, he continued to suck it off as best he could, awaiting the burst of water that would come when he was finished.

“Deeper."

The device was almost at the back of his mouth, and Ash could feel himself starting to gag. Luckily, he was able to swallow his reflex and continued to gently suck and tease the cock, making Sevof's phone beep with pleasant noises. Just a little longer, just a little more…

[i]SLAP![/i]

A thick wet tongue suddenly slapped across his ass, catching Ash off guard. Before he could stop himself, the surprise had brought his teeth onto the cock, causing a loud disapproving beep to come from Sevof's phone. The professor quickly yanked the fake cock out of Ash's mouth, and the boy gagged and gasped for breath.

Ash would've cried out of shame and embarrassment if he could. He knew that he'd failed. “I-I-I'm sorry - “

Sevof was disappointed but unsurprised. “Don't be sorry. Be better. You will need to know how to take surprises from the rear…"

Suddenly, Haunter's hand grabbed Ash by the hair and pulled him forward hard. Ash gasped in pain and surprise, his mouth dropping open as he made a noise he could only describe as a hurt squeak.

“...not to mention rough masters. Now open wide and [i]suck[/i]."

The slave obeyed, and Sevof rammed the false cock right into his mouth, not bothering to let Ash get adjusted. The entire length went right into his mouth, almost reaching the hapless boy's throat and making him gag on the thick length. Haunter never let go of the boy's hair, pulling harder and harder and making him whimper around the device violating him. But Ash didn't stop sucking, obediently slurping on his master's hardness as it filled his entire mouth.

Haunter's tongue slapped his butt once more, but Ash managed to keep his mouth from closing. As if to check, Haunter slowly licked him on the back, causing a massive shiver to rattle through the boy's body. But it didn't do anything to interrupt his sucking. Sevof smiled as he looked at the readings. Ash would do very well in Munum now.

Suddenly, Ash felt water spurting out of cock, blasting out much harder than before. It took every bit of concentration Ash had to make himself swallow every drop hammering into the back of his throat, as it kept coming in spurt after spurt that never seemed to end. But it did eventually end, and Ash felt quite proud that he hadn't gagged on a single drop. Haunter finally let go of Ash's hair, a satisfied master finally releasing his slave.

As Sevof pulled the fake penis out of Ash's mouth, the boy was smiling broadly even as water dribbled from his mouth. Sevof smirked as he observed the slaves' enslaved pride at his 'accomplishment'. “That is the attitude you should have. You are happy when your master is happy. So you will do everything in your power to make your master happy."

Ash nodded his head sluggishly, agreeing with every word Sevof said. His new life in Munum would be devoted to pleasing his master, for that was his purpose now. And he was going to be a very good slave, and therefore a very happy slave.

Pikachu hopped off Sevof's lap as the professor got up. “Now, stand up. You have your strength back, I trust?"

Ash nodded, feeling the water refresh his entire body. The naked boy steadily got up onto his feet, standing up to his full height once more. Haunter and Sevof regarded him carefully for a minute before walking behind him, still holding the pseudo-cock in his hand.

“One thing I should tell you. Surprises from behind…[i]won't[/i] be a Haunter's tongue to your ass."

The boy waited a second for an explanation...and then got it, as the false cock pressed into his ass cheeks, the tip teasing his hole. Ash's fingers and toes curled up as the implication set in, and his member began to rise.

“Your master will want to break you in personally, as a way of...establishing his ownership. [i]This[/i] I can't teach you, though admittedly there's not much to teach. Just take it all in when it does, and remember to keep your mouth...loose, in case both ends are being used. Do you understand?"

Ash nodded fitfully. “Y-yes sir."

“Good boy." The pseudo-cock was removed from the boy's rear, disappointing him slightly. “Now...your body."

Ash felt Haunter's psychic tingle over his entire form, taking control of everything. Sevof handed the boy what looked like a sponge covered in some sort of lather. Ash took the cleaning cloth in his hand. “Your body is your most important asset. You will need to keep it strong and appealing to anyone looking at it. So when you clean it...you'll need to be fast, efficient, and thorough with very little."

The boy suddenly found his body moving on its own accord, the cloth going over every inch of his body in ways he never did so before. Ash felt his sunkissed skin be scrubbed of sweat and grime far faster than he'd ever cleaned himself before. Even with Haunter's Psychic manipulating him, Ash found himself committing this routine to muscle memory. He would need to get himself clean fast when he worked as a slave in Munum.

Faster than he would've thought possible, Ash found himself completely clean of sweat and grime. Every single inch of his deeply tanned body was now smooth as could be. The boy felt as fresh and appealing as he could be by himself. Sevof enjoyed the view, but felt that he could do a little extra…

“Hmm...a few more minutes before the effect wears off...Eh, why not. Let's teach you to dance." Haunter snickered and started puppeteering Ash once more, Psychic taking control of every single muscle in his body.

The boy's hips began gyrating, swaying slowly to a tune he couldn't hear. Ash almost wondered why he wasn't being played any music, but then realized that the tune itself wasn't important - what was important was the show he'd present to his audience. With Sevof, Haunter and Pikachu serving as his audience, Ash tried to imagine what they wanted to see from him. What so many others would want to see from him. The thought brought a smile to his face.

Ash's hands rose to his chest, stroking across it, over it, away from it, drawing his audiences' eyes to his bare skin and inviting them to come over and touch him in any way they wanted to. His hands danced slowly and gently, promising soft and sensual flesh that begged to be played with. Ash's hands began sliding down his gyrating body, riding down to his bucking hips before he slowly spun in place and presented his swaying rear to his eager audience. His fingers framed his exposed ass, inviting his watchers to feel him up with their hands as well as their eyes. Ash glanced back seductively over his shoulder to see his audience appreciating his show with entertained smiles.

The dance continued in this vein for a minute, subtle and seductive, teasing and inviting. But suddenly the teasing was over, and Ash was crouching down and thrusting his hips, shaking his ass up and down with all the tawdriness of a cheap stripper. The boy's hands leaned on his knees as he gave his watchers an unobstructed and unsubtle view of his butt, jiggling up and down in imitation of all the thrusting he would like to put it through. Haunter let out several approving hoots and howls that made Ash smile widely. The dancer promptly spun around and fell to his knees, leaning back in an orgasmic show of utter submission.

Sevof gave the puppet a quick round of applause. “Well done. Now, keep dancing."

The boy obediently picked himself up and began gyrating once more. Ash noticed that the psychic control had disappeared and his awareness of how his body moved had faded, but he still danced for Sevof and Haunter, spinning and gyrating in an extrapolation of what Haunter had taught his muscles earlier. He had two left feet coming into Munum, but now he danced with what looked like years of skill. All the better for his new life.

Ash's small audience very much appreciated the show, as the naked slave performed an erotic dance for their entertainment. Not a bad way to cap off his first real day enslaved. Tomorrow was the auction, where the boy would finally be purchased and fully belong to a master. But for now, he existed for Sevof's entertainment, dancing until the sun set in the sky.