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Water lapped against the seawall, the wood of the smaller docks creaking against the waves. A storm was starting to brew. Along the waterfront, warehouses and shipyards were still bustling with activity as the night crews came on duty. But one particular warehouse was at the center of it all. From the outside, it didn't particularly stand out from any of the others. But everyone that worked at this dock new who owned it, and that any unwelcome intrusions would be meet with extreme prejudice. No matter what they saw or heard -- and everyone went out of their way to see and hear as little as possible -- the regular workers kept their heads down and stayed out of the way.

You didn't go butting into Team Rocket's business. Not in this city.

And if you did, it only happened once.

Team Rocket ran this town. Their leader was untouchable, and he knew it. The chief of police knew it, too. Even if everyone knew exactly what they were getting up to, nothing would ever stick. But that wasn't just a result of intimidation. What else would you expect to happen in a city where so many people in power were on the take?

Pacing at one end of the warehouse, the arcanine pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting it with a small snort of flame and taking a long drag. One of the perks of being a fire-type -- smoke didn't bother him, so even when his stress had him going through a pack a day it didn't faze him. Which was good, because this whole mess had him so worked up it was a wonder his fur wasn't falling out. Nearby, a mightyena stood with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against one of the support pillars, doing his best to keep his ears on alert for any signs of trouble. He was one of the chief's right-hand officers, so having him here at least made the arcanine feel a little better about what was coming.

"Relax," he said, exhaling a steady stream of smoke. "We're on their turf and there's only two of us. Even if we heard them coming it wouldn't do any good."

He'd been chief of police for nearly ten years now, and things had finally been reaching a balance. It could have been smooth sailing from that point, or at least as close as it ever got for the police. But no. Some officers just couldn't leave well enough alone. They had to go kicking over every rock, risking to expose the dark goings-on underneath the city's shining surface. It was excellent police work.

It was also the very last thing the chief needed.

The door to the warehouse opened, and the chief looked up, taking one last drag from his cigarette before putting it out. Flanked by a golduck, a hitmonlee, and a machamp, the largest Nidoking the chief had ever seen strolled into the warehouse as the rain began to fall outside. Marcone was the leader of Team Rocket, and he owned this city. Almost literally, as the Nidoking's wealth was exceptional, thorough both legitimate and illegitimate means. If there was an illicit enterprise in this city, or anywhere in the surrounding region for that matter, odds were good he had a hand in it. This entire region was his kingdom, and Marcone was king.

The Nidoking was dressed in an immaculate suit that highlighted his muscular body well, showing wealth, class, and style without being over the top. And despite the three powerful and intimidating pokemon he had with him to act as security, it was clear at a glance that Marcone was the most dangerous man in the room, even if he were unarmed, which was unlikely. A lifetime in the criminal world, and the Nidoking didn't have a scratch or scar on him, at least not that the chief had ever seen. And the man had been in no shortage of scraps over the years. The last group that had tried to move into his territory, well... Marcone put one of them in a full body cast by himself. That guy had been lucky; the rest of his crew had never been found.

"Good evening, Chief," said Marcone, his voice deep and somewhat gruff without being harsh.

"Marcone," said the arcanine, inclining his head.

"Did you bring what I asked for?"

"I did." The arcanine produced a file box, opening the top to reveal the contents. It was heavily packed with folders and several flash drives. "All of his files related to the investigation." Closing the box, he handed it to the machamp, who easily tucked it under one arm. "None of my officers will be able to resume the investigation without it."

"Excellent," said Marcone. "And where is our dear friend the detective."

"Right here."

The chief nodded to the mightyena, who stepped behind a row of containers, and reappeared a moment later pushing a wheeled construction trolley in front of him, the same kind normally used to move filing cabinets and boxes. Tonight, however, it was being used to move something else.

Or rather, someone else.

It was a rather muscular lucario, which was easily visible because he was wearing very little, and what he was wearing left nothing to the imagination. Shiny black latex covered a large portion of his body, and it clung to him like a second skin. Besides openings to allow a little flexibility at his elbows and knees, the only areas besides his head that weren't covered were his chest and inner thighs. Latex mittens encased his hands -- save for those characteristic lucario spikes -- leaving them completely useless even if he was bound to the trolley at the ankles, wrists, and neck. All of that was bad enough for the man, but the rest of his outfit made things so much worse.

A thick hood covered his eyes, but left his ears free so he could hear exactly what was going on. He wouldn't be speaking though. If the bonegag in his muzzle didn't keep him silent, the thick dildo protruding from it and filling his mouth would do the job nicely. Brilliant red, thin rope was twined around him in an intricate shibari. Those were the more dignified accessories. The collar keeping him bound to the trolley had a large metal tag with the red Team Rocket R on the front. A sign reading "Dog of the State" hung across his chest, held up by a pair of nipple clamps. But the very worst thing for the lucario was the latex thong that looked like it had been painted on, completely encasing the lucario's erection. And he was erect, for one very simple reason -- a bullet vibrator was tied snuggly against the bottom of his dick just below the head and buzzing away loudly, his detective's shield dangling below it. A shining red padlock icon shone over his sac, telling anyone who looked that the Lucario wouldn't be getting the latex off without permission, and more importantly, wouldn't be cumming without permission either.

"Excellent work, Chief," said Marcone. He walked up to the bound male, looking him over. He reached down with a large hand and gave the man's cock a strange squeeze, making the lucario groan in need as his stimulation increased. "Glad to see someone in your department still has some sense." He leaned forward to growl in the lucario's ear. "Now you'll finally be in your proper place, you little bitch."

Stepping away, the Nidoking snapped his fingers. "Load 'em up."

Golduck moved forward to take a hold of the trolley, and began pushing it out of the warehouse towards the cars, completely unconcerned as the moved through the pouring rain. The lucario jumped as much as his bondage would allow when he felt the water hitting him, his head thrashing around as he tried to extend his aura sense and figure out where he was being taken. The knowledge that he was outdoors and exposed in his current state was enough to make his dick throb in both arousal and embarrassment.

Nidoking strode towards the exit, and Machamp quickly produced an umbrella to hold for his boss, keeping the man's suit as dry as possible. That such a powerful fighting-type would obey Marcone like this spoke volumes about the man's power and confidence. Once Marcone was in his car, Machamp slid both the file box and the bound lucario into the trunk of the SUV, closing the door and climbing inside. Hitmonlee and Golduck climbed into their own car, while a Sneasel and Grovyle the officers hadn't even known were standing guard outside climbed into the other.

As the cars pulled away, they both started towards the exit, eager to get away from that place.

"Sorry, Duke," said the arcanine as he watched the cars round the corner and disappear. "But you brought this on yourself."

*******

It had all started a little over a year ago.

Duke, one of the top detectives in the department, had a case dropped on his desk about a multiple homicide. The lucario was a hardened detective, gruff and rather rough around the edges after so many years working homicide. He'd been on so many crime scenes, seen so many different ways for pokemon to brutalize each other that very little fazed him anymore. But even he had to admit, what had been done to those victims was horrific. Though that had likely been the point.

The lucario pursued the investigation with the same bullheaded determination with which he did everything, the consequences or dangers be damned. It gave him one of the best closer rates the city had ever seen, and allowed him to blow this case wide open.

That would be his undoing.

A new group of drug-dealers had setup their operation in Marcone's territory, without his blessing. That was bad enough. But then those punks had broken one of Marcone's cardinal rules.

Marcone might be a monster, but he was a civilized and tidy one. While organized crime in the city was through the roof, it was largely peaceful. There were no gang shootouts in Marcone's territory. And while he had no problems at all dealing in prostitution or drugs, Marcone had one very firm rule.

Children were off limits.

That gang of dealers had not only made the mistake of dealing to students, but they had also taken two of them for some fun of their own. Luckily, they had been recovered, and with medical care and a lot of therapy, they would be able to recover. The gang was not so lucky. Without going into the gruesome details, it had taken a while to put enough of the pieces together to account for every member of the gang. The things Marcone had done to them sent a powerful message to anyone who thought they could muscle in on his turf and then break his rules.

Of course, sending a message like that also meant it quickly became clear exactly who had been responsible for the carnage. Marcone was normally very good about keeping his hands clean officially, but this had been an occasion where he'd insisted on doing it himself. Duke had a slam-dunk case; finally enough evidence to lock Marcone up for good. There was just one big problem with his plan.

"The fuck do you mean drop the case!?" roared Duke, slamming his hands down on the chief's desk. "I've got that bastard dead-to-rights! We can finally throw him in a hole and leave him there!"

"Control yourself, detective," said the chief. "We can't go after Marcone. He's untouchable."

"The fuck he is! With evidence like this--"

"Do you really think it's going to matter?" asked the chief. "No amount of evidence counts for shit when you have so many judges soon you payroll. Your case will never make it to court."

"But, Chief--"

"And what's more, do you have any idea what could happen if Marcone was locked up? He keeps violent crime in the city down more than we do," said the chief; clearly that fact ate him up inside. "If he goes, every thug in town could want to fight to fill that power vacuum, and then the city goes to hell."

"The city's already gone to hell, and Marcone's the devil running this place!" growled Duke.

"Better the devil you know," said the chief. He sighed, leveling a hard gaze at the lucario. "Detective, as Chief of Police, I am ordering you to end this investigation."

"Wha...Are...Are you fucking kidding me!?"

"No," said the arcanine harshly. "For the sake of this city, and yourself, you must stop before this goes too far."

"I'm not stopping," Duke said through gritted teeth, "until Marcone is locked up for the rest of his natural life."

The arcanine sighed heavily, a sad but resolved look on his face.

He looked up at Duke. "That's what I was afraid you'd say."

He sensed it before he heard it. Being a lucario came with certain benefits, and his aura sense was one of the biggest. Duke spun around as the other pokemon approached him from behind, but before his fist could connect, he froze. All at once, his entire body stopped in place. That was when the alakazam that had just appeared in the chief's office stepped forward, his immense psychic power holding the detective in place.

Duke's eyes darted around the room, struggling to use his aura to fight against the alakazam's mental grip, but the other man's mind was just too strong. Any hope he had that the chief would help him came crashing down when the arcanine spoke.

"I'm sorry, Duke, but you brought this on yourself." Then the chief spoke to the psychic-type. "I have your word he won't be killed?"

"Your former detective will be fine. Mr Marcone isn't own to waste a potential resource with good cause," said the alakazam. "An additional fifty-thousand will be wired to your account. Hopefully your next detective will choose his battles a little more wisely."

Duke's eyes went wide. The chief had betrayed him! His own commanding officer was on the take, and was turning him over to Marcone. The lucario tried desperately to fight his way free, but it was no use. The alakazam turned to look him in the eyes, and an overwhelming exhaustion washed over Duke as he was hit with a powerful Hypnosis attack.

His eyelids dropped, the world went black, and the lucario knew no more.

When he woke up, Duke tried to move but quickly realized he couldn't. His legs were spread wide, his ankle's cuffed to heavy bolts stuck into the floor. His arms were stretched taut above his head, more cuffs around his wrists attached to the ceiling by thick, sturdy cables. A thick muzzle had been pulled over his face; as far as he could tell it was some form of thick latex. He could also feel something around his neck, though without a mirror and with his hands bound he couldn't be sure what it was. All of that was bad enough, but there was something making his situation even worse.

He was naked.

He didn't like the implications.

Duke struggled against his bonds, but they whoever had done this to him knew what they were doing, and they didn't budge. He tried to use a Metal Claw attack to cut his arms free, but it was no good; the technique wouldn't engage.

Okay. Not being able to use his attacks was going to be a big problem.

Closing his eyes and concentrating, Duke was relieved to find he could still reach out with his aura, sensing the world around him. Unfortunately, someone or something was limiting his range. He could detect everything within the building, but his reach didn't make it passed the outer walls. And until he could figure out where he was, it would make escaping that much harder. If he wasn't somewhere he could call for backup, or where they wouldn't reach him in time, then even if he did manage to get loose he might not be able to get away, especially if he didn't get the use of his powers back.

It was at that moment that Duke remembered what had happened at the precinct. The chief! The chief had betrayed him! Sold him out to Marcone and his mean. And that meant that even if he could get free, even if he could make it out of wherever this was, that there was no guarantee backup would come even if he called. Or worse -- that they would come, but would just capture him and turn him back over to Marcone. That was when the truth of his situation truly hit home.

No one was coming to save him.

A door opened, and a pair of pokemon walked in. Duke recognized one of them as the alakazam that had captured him at the precinct. He had an air of confidence about him even before the powerfully built lucario, but honestly that wasn't terribly surprising. Even if Duke was bound, the psychic-type had already proven more than capable of overpowering him.

The second pokemon, to Duke's surprise, was a runerigus. That was a species he'd only ever heard about, but had never seen in person. Whether he was made of stone or flesh or something else, Duke couldn't say. The tattoos and marking covering the pokemon's body -- or at least what Duke could see of it -- where a vivid blood red. There was one important difference though. This runerigus had a pattern of a different across the center of his chest in a dark blue. It was a symbol Duke had scene on trafficking victims before. The ancient symbol of a slave.

"Hello, Duke," said the alakazam. "My friend and I will be handling your training for your new life. You just couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?" He shook his head. "Well, the good news is you'll have the rest of your life to make it up to Mr Marcone. Once you've been properly prepared for service, of course."

As he spoke, Runerigus walked past the lucario, disappearing from view behind him for a few moments before returning, pushing a cart in front of him. Duke's eyes went wide, when he saw what was on it. The cart was loaded down with a variety of sex toys, along with a few other items that Duke could only guess at the purpose of, but that didn't bode well for the detective.

"It's clear from your record that you have excellent combat skills. Mr Marcone will make good use of those," said Alakazam. "But the task he has in mind for your also requires skills of a more... intimate nature."

The alakazam's eyes flashed, and his clothes disappeared, revealing the psychic-types body to the lucario. And much more importantly, revealing Alakazam's seven inch erection, which was pointed at Duke like a lance. That was when Duke truly began to panic, struggling against his bonds now that he realized what the pokemon had in store for him.

Alakazam stepped closer, reaching out a hand and slowly running it down the lucario's broad, muscular chest. Duke growled and thrashed at the other man's touch, but those growl's quickly turned to an unwanted whimper when the psychic-type grabbed Duke's dick, slowly starting to stroke the lucario. Duke didn't want it to feel good; it shouldn't have felt good. But it did. It felt better than anything he'd ever felt before. It didn't take long for Alakazam to have his hand wrapped around eight inches of thick dick, teasing the other man's dripping tip with his fingers.

The alakazam continued. "Here's how this is going to work. As long as you obey, you will be rewarded. Disobey, refuse an order, try to fight us, and you will be punished. This will continue until you are able to convince me that you have truly learned your place. And don't bother lying," he added, tapping the side of his head. "If you do, I'll know."

Alakazam walked over to the cart, opening a container of lube and smearing it over his dick until it shown in the light. Wiping his hands off on a towel, he walked around behind Duke. The lucario, realizing what was likely about to happen, tried to tuck his tail between his legs to cover himself, but the psychic-type just laughed, grabbing it in one hand and hauling it up out of the way. Not only was it humiliating for Duke to feel so exposed, but it also proved that the alakazam didn't need his psychic abilities to manhandle the lucario as much as he wanted.

"But before we get down to business, I think I deserve a reward for helping to bring you around to the right way of doing things. And more importantly, this is what happens when you cause trouble for Mr Marcone."

Without any further warning or preamble, the alakazam lined himself up and thrust forward, burying himself balls deep under the lucario's tail in one go. Duke cried out into his muzzle at the alien feeling of another man inside him. The alakazam felt even bigger than he looked, and was giving Duke a stretching deeper than he'd ever known he could feel.

"Fuck, that's a choice piece of ass," said the alakazam, starting to hump Duke's rear, making the bound man sway with the force of his thrusts. "It's been far too long since I got to pop such a handsome man's cherry."

Alakazam didn't say much after that, instead getting to enjoy the whines and growls of the lucario he was fucking. Duke was trying to get his hands free so he could punch the bastard in the face, but it was no use. Every time the alakazam hilted himself inside of Duke, the blue-furred canine's whole body went weak. Every single time, he felt a wave of pleasure that made his vision blur and his cock throb, precum dripping heavily to start pooling on the floor.

For his part, the runerigus seemed content to just stand by and watch, giving no indication that their rutting was having any effect on him. At least at first. As Duke got more and more worked up, the runerigus crossed the room to stand in front of him, reaching down and giving his dick a strong squeeze before his hands slid up to stand toying with the lucario's nipple, squeezing them in a way that was both pleasant and painful all at the same time.

Duke jumped when he felt the psychic-type's hand close around his dick, stroking the lucario in time with his thrusting. The alakazam's hand felt better than any other he'd ever felt before. But how? The alakazam wasn't really doing anything all that special. Maybe if he just pushed his ass back a little more...

Duke shook his head as that thought appeared, but more quickly joined it. How much better it would feel to push back to meet Alakazam's thrusts. The pleasure of another male's cock inside him. How he shouldn't be trying to stop him, but enjoying getting to feel these things.

That fucker! That psychic motherfucker was using his powers to mess with Duke's mind!

He tried to fight it; he really did. Duke was one stubborn son of a bitch, but the natural advantage psychic-types had over pokemon like him, meant it was an uphill battle no matter how strong his will was. And with the pleasure flooding his system, concentrating on resisting was just that much harder.

Between the physical stimulation and the other man's psychic push, it didn't take long before Duke reached his limit. Alakazam slammed into him on last time, moaning into Duke's ear as he came, filling the lucario's ass with his load. The detective could feel his orgasm about to hit, but as the alakazam kept teasing his dick, it never came. His pleasure just kept building and building, but he couldn't cum! It was like something was holding him back, keeping Duke from reaching the release he so body so badly craved. It was absolutely maddening!

They stayed like that until his orgasms faded, at which point the alakazam pulled out of him and made a show off wiping his cum-covered dick off on the lucario's ass.

Walking back around in front of Duke, the alakazam sighed. "Much better. Now I'll be able to concentrate properly." He turned to the runerigus. "You may begin when ready. I will continue working on his mind." He glanced back at Duke. "My associate will be handling your physical training from here on out. So you just stand there and take it like a good boy, while I help you learn who and what you are truly meant to be."

Duke could feel the alakazam invading his mind once again, but he was distracted by that for the moment when the runerigus stepped forward, grabbing a vibrator wand from the cart. Rather than the typical bulb at the end, it had a loop that was clearly meant to go around a man's cock. Duke tried to pull away, but couldn't stop the other pokemon from slipping the vibrator onto his dick.

"Alright, tough guy," said Runerigus. "Let's see how much you can take."

Without warning, he turned to toy up to maximum. Duke cried out at the assault on his now hypersensitive dick, thrashing and wailing, trying to beg for mercy that would never come. His captors were just getting started with him, and they were going to stop until they molded the lucario into exactly what Mr Marcone wanted him to be.

*******

It had been months since the chief had turned over Duke at the warehouse. Alakazam and Runerigus had done an excellent job of rewiring Duke into a perfectly obedient servant for Marcone. Of course, it wasn't Mr Marcone that the lucario was serving. At least, not directly.

"Fuck! Finally this miserable week is over!"

Krad strode into his apartment, grabbing an plum from the kitchen and stalking off to his bedroom. The raboot was every bit the spoiled rich kid Duke had imagined him to be when the lucario had first heard of him back when he was still a detective. As one of the sons of the Team Rocket leader, Krad had the world at his fingertips. The raboot had near limitless funds, and wanted for nothing. Despite his snowy white fur, the twenty-year-old had a love for all things black and morbid, which certainly seemed to suit someone destined to join his particular family business.

Duke closed the door to the apartment behind him, making sure the security system was active. As the raboot's personal bodyguard and head of his security, keeping Krad safe was his highest priority. Of course, that didn't mean that Krad didn't have other things he expected the lucario to help him with. And now that they were safely back in his penthouse with a long weekend ahead of them, Duke knew it would soon be time to see to them.

Heading to the room he'd been given to stay close to the raboot at all times, Duke quickly removed his suit, hanging it in his closet before taking out two items and slipping them on. The first was a speedo made of shiny black latex. It was a little smaller than it should have been, but that also meant Krad could get peeks at his goods frequently, even though it wasn't like the garment covered much to begin with. The second item was a collar that he fastened around his neck with a practiced hand. Hanging from the front of the collar was his detective's shield. A reminder of who he had once been, and would never be again. Especially now that the red R of Team Rocket had been emblazoned over the face of the shield.

Ever since being assigned to guard Krad, the raboot had taken every opportunity to bitch about having Duke around. He insisted he could take care of himself, and had bristled at the thought of having someone around constantly to "interrupt his personal life". However, despite all his complaining, Krad had been using Duke for one very particular purpose since basically day one.

A living sex toy for his own pleasure.

As Duke walked back out into the penthouse, he saw Krad already waiting for him. The raboot was completely naked, kneeling on the sofa and bent over the back. His cotton ball tail was raised, and two lube-covered fingers were working in and out of his tailhole, the bunny boy moaning as he worked his erection with his other hand. Seeing Duke, he nodded to the bottle of lube sitting nearby.

"You know what to do," said Krad. "It's been a stressful day of dealing with idiots. Get over here and give me a good deep dicking to help me relax."

Nodding, Duke lowered his thong to hook it under his balls, walking over to join Krad and helping himself to some, lube. After making sure they were both well prepped, the lucario grabbed the raboot's hips, his cock getting even harder at then way the boy shivered in anticipation when the bigger male walked up behind him. Duke knew from many prior engagements that Krad didn't want him going slow or easy, and so Duke lined up and slammed forward, his powerful hips making Krad's buns bounce when he pushed himself balls deep into the raboot's tight rear.

Krad moaned in bliss as Duke started moving, every thrust putting the full force of his hips to work plowing the bunny's backside. Despite how often Duke -- or anyone else the raboot hooked up with -- fucked him, Krad never failed to be almost virginally tight. Fucking such a perfect ass was pure bliss for Duke, and the pleasure of serving his master just made it even better. Nothing brought him as much pleasure as obeying Mr Marcone and his son, and if obeying meant getting to fuck a sexy raboot, then the lucario would be glad to oblige.

Krad loved getting fucked by bigger, buff guys like the lucario, and it never failed to get a reaction from the raboot. Especially when Duke bent down to press his chest against the boy's back, pulling Krad back against him and reaching around to jerk the bunny off. Krad's head fell back against Duke's chest as he came without warning, his body spasming and his dick jumping in the canine's hand, coating Duke's black-furred fingers in his cum.

Krad's tight ass became positively vice-like in its grip on Duke's cock, but no matter how amazing it felt he couldn't cum. At least, not until Krad said those wonderful words.

"Cum, mutt. Fill me up good."

That was the last straw. It was like a wall inside him came crashing down, and a flood of pleasure broke through. Duke threw his head back and howled as he filled his boss's son with a heavy load of lucario spunk, the raboot pressing back against his heaving chest as he gasped for breath, the pleasure of his orgasm being so intense it was almost overwhelming.

As much as he would have liked to stay there with his cock buried in that tight bunny backside, this wasn't about Duke's pleasure. It was about Krad's. And the lucario knew what was expected of him know. Pulling out of Krad, Duke pulled his thong back up, ignoring the tenting latex as he dropped down on his knees in front of the sofa. He wouldn't be going soft anytime soon; not without the raboot's permission, and Krad wasn't likely top give it until much later in the night. The brat liked watching his bodyguard have to go around all pent up and needy.

Krad spun around, sliding down and pulling his knees up to his chest, laying back on the couch and exposing his heavily leaking tailhole to his bodyguard.

"Clean me up," said Krad. "I'm going out later and I don't want your cum making a mess of my clothes."

Duke didn't say a word, nodding and lowering his head between the smaller pokemon's legs. Spreading Krad a little wider, Duke extending his tongue, licking his cum from the raboot's fur before burying his muzzle under his tail and starting to properly eat him out. The lucario knew this would almost certainly not be the last time he'd be servicing the raboot tonight, but that was alright. His only purpose was to serve at the pleasure of his master's family.

And that was exactly what he was going to do.