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Obstagoon frowned. He had a finger tracing the cold leather, passing a digit along the leather that contained his rippling form, pushing against his muscles and putting them forth. It… felt good. He was good. No, he was good-looking. He observed himself through the mirror, rolling his shoulders, making his pecs bounce against the leather and buckle cinching the harness around his pectorals. He could… Almost wear this regularly.

But the harness he had wasn't the problem. And so, as his fingers traced down, he frowned, glared, then grunted at the individual entering the room.

More than that, he grunted as he felt the bite of steel that was almost painful. Burning for someone who had enjoyed freedom until now.

“Are you about to complain?" asked the voice, while legs straightened and hands clenched into fists.

“It is tight."

“You don't need a bigger cage."

Obstagoon fought the urge to cross his arms while returning to the mirror, to himself. To the body fitting of a good fighter, albeit… Not so excellent. His muscles could be a bit flabby around the legs and belly. But no. He had enough respect for his body to feel ashamed when he saw the steel adorning his genitals. As he watched the steel rings pressing against his half-hard junk, crushing it in between and stopping it from reaching more than half-mast.

Worse was the circlet around his testicles, pulling on the sizeable testicles until they were aching at the wrong movement. That was… Insulting. So insulting.

“I don't deserve this," growled Obstagoon, watching the key dangling from the necklace.

And then its owner. Lucario.

Lucario. Champion of the Arena, despite not being the best fighter. Champion and solely the oldest. He had a hand in everything in the arena, from training and administration, passing by infrastructure and diets for the different Pokemons. If the Arena had a manager, Lucario would be the closest. But he one was hell too cocky, and Obstagoon was sure Lucario sacked him.

“You deserve it. Your bad results speak for themselves, Obstagoon," said Lucario, flicking the key on his necklace, as he wore nothing. Else. “You failed every match. No. Even the trainings, you've been dallying away for whatever I know."

“I told you, it was a private matter!"

“I don't care," grunted Lucario, rolling his eyes. “Now, you train here and with… That cage. If you don't, you can leave the gym."

“Or I can take the key for myself!"

With that said, Obstagoon jumped. For a moment, his black and white body seemed like a flash, like a light crossing the room in one bounce. One clawed hand outstretched to grab the necklace and yank, to earn his freedom after he woke up in that room.

But no. Not when Lucario's hand grabbed Obstagoon's wrist and suddenly twisted it, sending Obstagoon flying on his side and onto the padded floor.

“Ok… Ok," growled Obstagoon, liberated and standing up, wiping his face. “Bets are off."

As he clenched his hand into a fist, ready to strike Lucario's stoic face, to wipe that smugness off, a pawed foot hit Obstagoon's face, making him reel.

He stepped back, feeling his nose clogging up and the taste of iron filling his mouth. Ferrous.

“Cunt!" shouted Obstagoon, managing to block another hit with his crossed arms, stopping the fist from hitting his face. But the second fist met him right in the stomach.

Reflex. Obstagoon bent, and an elbow hit him in the neck.

“You can insult me, but the result is the same. Your defense is sloppy; you have no foresight in combat. You only react," spoke Lucario, his voice calm like water.

“You… Smug… Bastard," growled Obstagoon, going on all fours and… going to grab Lucario's near foot. However, the foot went out of the way and then back, stomping on Obstagoon's hand. Without the strength to pulverize it, happily enough.

“Sh-Shit!"

“You fight like a drunkard. It might have worked somewhere else, against someone unused to fighting. But everyone knows your tricks. You are a shame."

“You don't teach me anything but basic stuff!" shouted Obstagoon, standing up and getting ready to protect himself, his arms raised and fists clenched. But one leg swept him as he had his guard up and stance too wide.

“Because… You need to learn the basics. You don't know them. You guess, count on your muscles to get the result. But did you win against me? Or against anyone else recently?"

“Fuck you."

“Did you win with that foul mouth?"

Obstagoon gritted his teeth and looked away, away from the Lucario looking from above.

No. That old bastard was right, and so, with a growl, Obstagoon spat a mix of saliva and blood on the floor, wiping it and glancing around.

“N… no."

“Humility. Good. That's an excellent step," said Lucario, with that same stoicism, before he advanced. For a moment, Obstagoon expected to be beaten up. Instead, Lucario grabbed his arms almost gently, guiding him back into his defensive stance, but with his arms closer to his body.

“If I accepted you, it was because I saw potential in you, Obstagoon. I now know I should have used another method to train you instead of letting you follow my example."

Obstagoon's face flustered as, naked, he could see his Master's body at play. As he watched that old Bastard lean and muscular body, without any traces of fat or flabbiness, move like water. And so did Lucario's genitals as, with each step, those orange-sized nuts were rolling around… And yet, not even hindering the Arena champion.

“You… Know I want to smack your head so hard? Especially for this?" groaned Obstagoon, pointing at his groin, at his caged cock that was no longer hard and hurting. But the steel remained.

“Hah. Maybe. But I will never give you the key… Unless you beat me fair and square, Obstagoon. You can growl, grunt, but unless you beat me, you'll never get the key. And letting me train you is the better way for you to have a chance."

“Hrmph."

“Consider you can study my movements and find my weaknesses, too. Shall we begin?"

Obstagoon looked aside, trying to stifle a growl, then nodded.

“Fine. I'll train your way."

Only that old Bastard's smugness answered as Obstagoon was shown the first movements, forced to redo his posture from the beginning, and to mind where his feet were for the next three hours.

It was demeaning, dumb, and stupid.

Worse, it continued as Lucario was keen on picking at every detail, picking at Obstagoon's failure. And on the first day, the Pokemon dropped dead in the little adjacent closet used as a bedroom. Only to be woken up early by Lucario.

Even sore and tired, Obstagoon had no choice but to follow the instructions and to again return to the exercises the old Bastard gave him, following them even when the Lucario was out and away. That old cunt surely had a hidden camera or something.

And it continued, day by day, in a routine in which Obstagoon was kept in that shed.

The only reason he could tell the period of the day was from his daily run outside on an empty and unkempt terrain, surely far from the town. Likewise, to the cold regularity Lucario brought Obstagoon's meals. Hearty, filling… And always with two pills on the side of the food tray, pills Obstagoon glanced at every time.

“You want to get stronger and have a fair chance at beating me. This will improve your strength. You can refuse them, but many a student would kill to have one."

It was a leap of faith to believe those pills were drugs made to improve a Pokemon's IV. But after taking his first two, he felt better. No. More energetic.

Each day, Obstagoon was feeling better.

His movements were more accurate; he was mindful of each part of his body. His muscles strengthened, reinforced by his spite and desire to beat Lucario's face whenever he lifted weights or hit those bags.

His breathing was more regular, his body felt… Lighter. Except for between his legs, whenever his cock stirred or whenever he woke up with a smaller one around his genitals.

“Why! Do you! Keep! Changing it?!" shouted Obstagoon one particular day. It had been months, he guessed. Months of intense training had given him a fit body trimmed of fat. His padding was gone, disappeared, leaving behind the tense and coiling muscles. They were like ropes, tensing at every exercise, tensing and underlining the effort the Obstagoon made as he blocked a kick with his arms, pushed against it, and then swept to get Lucario's legs.

As typical, the older Pokemon didn't even flinch and merely jumped away, avoiding the hit before it could even graze him.

“Change what? Disciple?" asked Lucario, his smugness still palpable. Or maybe it was his way to talk, Obstagoon had started to guess. There was no way that Pokemon could be smug on every occasion, like now.

“The cage. My chastity cage! Why is it so small now?" roared Obstagoon, watching how his master jumped over him, to kick him in the head. The arms moved, blocked the hit, but the action still rattled him and opened him up for a push in the back, making the raging Pokemon narrowly stumble.

“Well, disciple. Do you know one of the greatest motivators that seems to work on you?"

“What? Being a cunt?" grunted Obstagoon, turning and facing Lucario before he dashed toward him, bouncing and presenting his knee first, planning to hit Lucario's sides.

“Still sloppy," commented Lucario, stepping aside and avoiding the hit as well as the clothesline meant to collect him by the neck. In the end, Obstagoon rolled further, landing on his bent leg. Luckily enough, no wound… But a bruise.

“Well, answer me!" raged on Obstagoon, frowning and sitting on the floor, massaging the already darkening spot while looking over his shoulder. He noticed the old Pokemon approach, still naked, and with his genitals dangling so obscenely… So, obscenely, Obstagoon had to glare away.

“Fear. You have proven time and time again that persuasion has no hold over you, Disciple. But fear and coercion work aplenty. You are improving faster each time I remind you of the binds that tie you here. Even today, you have proven you coul-“

“I want to fight for the key."

Lucario's voice stopped. The gentle pull on his lips, the thin smile, vanished away while Obstagoon turned, stretched, and seemed ready to face the older Pokemon.

“Well. Disciple. You know you won't win, even at your current level."

“Don't care. I can try to get the key whenever I want, right? Fine, imma try, I don't even care if I have to beat you to a pulp", grunted Obstagoon, scratching his neck as he stood up… And eyed the key Lucario still wore around his neck.

One dangling key.

“Fine. But you know the rules. If you lose, the consequences are on you. And to win-“

“I only need to grab that damn key. Yes. Great. Do we start?"

Obstagoon frowned but glanced at his Master, who seemed satisfied… Smug again as he sat on the training mat, on his knees and ankles. Soon enough, Obstagoon imitated him, ready to take on his Master.

“Once I get that key, you'll regret what you've forced on me, old man," grunted Obstagoon, snarling.

“Disciple. I am sorry for what you will have to endure. But you might learn your role today."

No. Obstagoon didn't want to learn. He had already bent too much in front of that bastard. He had to take his pills, be fed by him, and even be lodged by him. In all accounts, Obstagoon had been humble enough to let that old Bastard do whatever he desired with him.

It was time for payback.

“We begin. 3… 2… 1. Now!"

As Lucario shouted the words, Obstagoon jumped on his feet. He had trained for this, to quickly recover from sitting. Then, with a satisfied grin, Obstagoon clenched his fist in an attempt to hit Lucario's face. He only needed that fist to connect, to daze the old Pokemon long enough to grab the key.

However, only a few centimeters, a breath away, from connect… Lucario was gone.

No. He had jumped, managed to jump while sitting. An impossible feat. And yet, Obstagoon felt the knee collecting the left side of his muzzle.

This was stronger. This was different. Somehow, that old bastard was stronger. Or maybe had he been hiding his strength all along? Nevertheless, Obstagoon was sent flying across the room, intercepted by the mats, and yet, he felt his body sore and hurting in all sorts of different places.

“You sneaky old-“

“Never underestimate your adversary, Obstagoon. You have a long way to go before greatness."

Lucario was there, one foot away from Obstagoon, as if he had been there all along. However, as he stood there, Obstagoon had his eyes aligned with his Master's sweaty balls, watching the blue fur covering those orbs glistening under the neon light.

“Urf. Don't… Tell me that, you lying bastard!" grunted Obstagoon, outstretching one arm to punch, decidedly aiming at the low-hanging nuts.

“An unrepentant attack. A shame," scoffed Lucario, grabbing Obstagoon's wrist and twisting it, sending the Pokemon crying and dropping to his side. “I taught you better, disciple."

“You taught me nothing! But how to take hits! You never taught me anything worthwhile."

Lucario dropped the wrist, his face hardening as he watched Obstagoon scoot back, nursing his hand. For a moment, the old Pokemon seemed thoughtful. He bit his lips, brooding.

“Is that all you remember from our training?"

“Well. You taught me how to fix my posture and angles. But then? I'm like a novice being taught the basics! Let me go, you old bastard! You can't train me! You don't know how to train people!"

“Well… I guess it can be helped."

“Finally! You get it! You fucking moron. You can remove th-“

[I]SNAP!

[/I]Obstagoon froze as he looked at Lucario's hand on the steel key. Watched how the fucking key got snapped in half between two fingers. And instantly, Obstagoon rushed to grab it, to grab the fragments.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Arceus' dick! What did you do?!" cried Obstagoon, crawling on the floor to get the second fragment, holding it dearly.

Before there was a foot stomping on his back, forcing the Pokemon head-first into the mat.

“I was wrong, indeed. I thought discipline and consideration could help you overcome that foul mouth and unruly mind. But no. As much as your potential is great, we need… A blank slate."

“A blank wh-HRMPH!"

Obstagoon's eyes bugged and bulged out as he felt one finger on his posterior. No, as he felt the daring and bastardly digit dig between his cheeks, playing with the orifice, forcing against it. Obstagoon cried, shaking that presence off his back and therefore allowing to slip away. But he couldn't.

With an irate cry, the Pokemon could only feel the weight build up against his back, hurting… Wounding… Breaking.

he cried again, feeling the intense pain as two more fingers were slipped against his entrance, prying it open despite his defiance.

“Giratina's hell!" cried Obstagoon, feeling tears streaking down his face as he felt Lucario's calloused and powerful digits dig his asshole, stretch, play… And make Obstagoon feel something that was new, intimate, odd, alien, invasive. His expression broke as he felt the fingers rummage for something and… Hit.

One hit. One touch. And Obstagoon's expression broke down. His face dropped on the mat. His legs tensed, his arms relaxed. His lower reaches shivered, quivered, clenched. And his scrotum was pulled tighter than the silver ring around it was.

In an instant, one touch, Obstagoon felt his body swarmed by an intense pleasure… And anyone looking back could see Obstagoon's fingered hole and, beneath it, his cumshot coming right from the flat chastity cage he'd been forced to wear. In a desperate cry, Obstagoon tried again to push against Lucario's foot, to lift himself. But another hit sent him spiraling, heaving… And more than that, cumming again as his tiny testicles, almost shrunken, were tightly held by his scrotum… And another shot hit the mat beneath him.

“Ar-ceus."

“Do not invoke their names in vain, Disciple," said Lucario, yanking his fingers out, much to Obstagoon's satisfaction. He shook his digits, removing the natural lubricant sticking to them, while he stomped around the dazed Obstagoon.

“I… Do… What I want, c-cunt."

“Unruly. Well. I guess it can be helped. Though… I might enjoy our moment together."

“N… What?"

Wrecked by the pain and the pleasure, the muscles too sore to resist or employ strength, Obstagoon felt his old Master's fur pressed against his back. He felt the sweat between them, sticking to them, as Lucario's arms wrapped around Obstagoon's chest, forcing him to stand upright. Then… To stay up on his feet despite the wobbly legs.

“The… Fuck you're doing?" slurred Obstagoon, and cried when tow fingers plunged inside him, hitting him square on the same spot as before. He came. And he saw it… Saw the intense cumshot coming right from the flat surface that was where his dick ought to be. “S-shit!"

“I am getting a blank slate out of you, disciple."

As Lucario said that, Obstagoon felt something warm, sticky, and heavy pressing against his backside. Against his entrance, which was still innocent and untouched before.“N-No! Do- Do not do that! Old Bastard!"

As much as he shouted, Obstagoon got no result. Only the sensation of that cock throbbing between his buttcheeks. A caress, a touch. A thrust from Lucario. And in one hit, Lucario smacked that same spot with that impossible pinpoint accuracy.

In that instant, in that blissful moment, Obstagoon felt embraced. Warmth. Joy. Bliss.

His snarl melted away, his brows dropped, and so did his lolling tongue as with one hit, Lucario stripped him of his anger, replacing it with another wave of hormones and sensations. Sensations that kept building up inside Obstagoon's groin despite another cumshot jutting free from his cockcage. That terrible, shameful, cockcage. One so small, one so tiny, only a dicklet could fit in it.

Obstagoon glanced down, watched it as much as he saw Lucario's cock bulge from underneath his belly. A cock that disappeared as those hips pulled back.

“That's… Fucking… Arceus. I-… I won't let you… Co-Continue. You. You… HRMPH!"

As Obstagoon tried to argue, to insult, another thrust hit him. Again, hitting that exact spot. Again, sending him spiraling down as the orgasm swallowed him. This time, his eyes rolled and his legs relaxed, almost dropping if not for Lucario holding him.

“S-Stop! STOP! Fu-FUUUUUCK!" Another hit, another ejaculation, another drop.

The hips moved quickly, too quickly.

“I- I- Accept! Y-You won! You won! You won! HHHHRMPHH!"

His buttcheeks were beaten, red and blue. Painful. So painful.

“S-Stop! P-Please! I- I can't!"

His body was slipping, his mind was slipping. With each hit, everything felt more distant, farther away.

“No… More… More… No… No… Nghhh!"

“Lucario… Pl-Pleashe!"

Lucario's humpings and thrusting kept hitting, kept smacking, kept touching that same spot again and again. Kept hitting, kept stealing more ejaculations from Obstagoon until his shots, driven by abstinence, turned into dribbling. Then into droplets, then into nothing as his body was filled, stuffed, remade by Lucario's cock.

No… Remade to be his disciple. Broken, ruined, stripped of all he was, all he had been. His traits dropped, his jaw dropped entirely, his muscles relaxed. His body… His body wasn't his. His mind… His mind wasn't his. He was breaking. Broken. Remade.

“Lu-cario… Sir… Master."

Remade, but the echoing thrusts shook him to his core, shaking him until he was no longer the same but Master's… Master's disciple. Someone capable of following orders and learning. A good disciple. A good slutty disciple. A good… Caged disciple.

The good caged Obstagoon.