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[b][u][center]The Man and the Mewtwo[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Chapter 4: A New World[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Anonymous[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“Oh god, oh god, you're so much better than a toy!"

Fred moaned on camera for who knew how many viewers, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he was fucked within an inch of his sanity, his hole stretched around a thick, throbbing shaft that was filling him fast and hard. He groaned, lowering his head to the pillows, knowing that the camera loved it when he did that, when he arched his back, when he thrust his hips back to meet his partner's thrusts.

They always did. They had been begging for it again and again all through the week.

“Yeah, take it, you little slut. Take it deep."

He did, panting as he rocked back and forth, feeling the slight burn that always came with the bigger dicks. The black guy behind him was bigger than anyone else that he'd taken over the last week, and he loved it.

Shivering, he reached back, trying to grab hold of his partner's hips, trying to pull him in deep, but the big guy pulled back instead, pulling that fat cock free of Fred's hole. He gasped, whimpering, trying to reach back to finger himself, but his partner stopped him.

“Heh, show the camera your hole, slut."

Panting, Fred nodded, rolling around and getting on his back. He pulled his legs up, spreading his ass cheeks with his hands.

Right there, on the TV screen, was the chat and the video feed. His hole was spread wide, gaping by at least an inch, and one could see the swell of pre inside of him, all the messy, gooey lube that had been pumped in to make this fuck possible. It oozed out, dripping down his ass to his spine and puddling on the bed.

[b]Holy shit, that slut's well-fucked.[/b]

[b]Hehehe, I want that ass.[/b]

[b]I thought you guys said he was tight? He's loose as fuck.[/b]

[b]He'll be tight tomorrow. He's got the magic ass.[/b]

[b]Magic or not, he's a slut I want to fuck.[/b]

Fred blushed at the comments, but he enjoyed them all the same. His cock was soft, completely soft, as it had been ever since he started doing live shows. He didn't know what had happened to it, but according to his Master, he didn't need to worry. All he had to do was keep doing shows and accepting volunteers to come on and fuck him.

His partner grinned down at him, giving him a spank before sliding four fingers right up his hole. Fred gasped, groaning as he grabbed his ankles, keeping his legs up and spread for the camera and for his newest lover.

“Mmmph…so big…"

“You're taking it good, slut."

“Mmmph…trying…"

“Succeeding, boy."

Four fingers, four thick fingers pounded in and out of him, forcing him to open up even further. His tongue hung out as he leaned his head back, his mouth wide open in forced pleasure as he was finger-fucked wider and wider still. He swore that he was going to get that fist in his ass, knew that he was going to be left gaping wider than ever for the camera, and a big part of him wanted it. He rolled his hips back against the fingers, whimpering, moaning, feeling his pre squirting across his belly.

His partner laughed, pulling his hand free, stroking himself a few times before getting back in position. The camera was blocked for a moment by the big guy's body, but soon, it was cleared again, this time giving a perfect view of the thick black cock heading right for his hole.

Fred spread his legs further, making sure that everyone could see the moment that it slid inside of him, moaning out loud as he felt it spreading his rim again. It was so big, so thick, and he could feel it oozing still, so much pre running down that shaft into his hole, filling him up with everything that he wanted.

He gasped as the big guy went balls-deep again, ramming into him, flooding him with thick, heavy cock. Those big balls slapped against his ass, his cock twitching.

“Heh, you're a good little bitch, aren't you?" the big guy said.

“Uh-huh."

“Good little bitches don't get hard."

“Not getting hard. Not ever. Fuck my ass. Fuck it!"

His lover did just that, ramming in harder and faster than ever. He moaned, arching his back, thrusting his hips up to meet those hard, firm thrusts, his hole loosening up more and more until he could barely grip that cock, barely hold it and clench around it. Fred's eyes rolled back in their sockets, his toes curled –

“NNNNGH!"

And he moaned and whimpered as he came, his cock forced to spew pre and cum across his stomach once more, adding to the sweat and everything else rolling down his body from the hard session.

The black man slammed in, all the way up to the hilt, and followed suit. He moaned, grunting, pulling out after a few seconds and stroking himself hard to spew the last of his load over Fred's hole. The gaping spread made sure that the bigger guy didn't even have to shove it in again; each cumshot went right down his ass.

Fred laid there, his eyes glazed over from pleasure, panting softly as he stared up at the ceiling. He flailed slightly for the mouse, eventually finding it and clicking over to end the stream. The money was still coming in, the audience obviously enjoying the show and seeing him getting fucked by someone with such a big cock.

While he was shifting the funds to his account, the big guy was already stiffening up, his body pulling back, his eyes glazed over with the Master's golden light of control. Mechanically, his lover marched out of the room, leaving Fred alone again.

[i]Mmm, that was fun.[/i]

[i]And this is the last one that I need. You have done well, Fred.[/i]

The acknowledgement of the master was always a pleasurable thing, sending a feeling of bliss up and down Fred's spine. He moaned, his cock twitching slightly and throbbing with a bit of need, but there was none of the usual hardening. He had long-since lost the need to be hard to show his arousal.

If anything, he preferred this softness. Cumming from his ass, and only his ass, just felt better. And it was kinda fun to just have his cock flopping about during sex rather than staying hard and stiff.

He chuckled as he sat up again, feeling all that lube and cum running out of his hole. The slimy feeling sent a shiver of pleasure all its own up and down his spine, and he giggled as he felt some of it pooling under him, clinging to his ass and his balls as he sat down on the bed. He'd need to change the sheets from all that, but it wasn't exactly a problem. He had plenty of bedding to go around.

[i]Come.[/i]

The Master's call drew him out of the bedroom. Already, he could feel the Mewtwo's touch on his ass, pulling his rim tighter together again, healing all the gaping that had been done. The feeling of his inner walls touching each other again was almost a novelty at this point, even though it was one that made him shiver as he felt his rim tightening up and his inner walls coming closer together again.

He left the bedroom, entering the living room. A number of different people, mostly his lovers – with the exception of today's mailman – were strewn about the room. Some were forced into erotic poses like statues of the ancients, while others were floating near the ceiling, one half-out the window, and one standing at the edge of the room with his arms outspread, forming a circle of sorts.

He'd almost forgotten about the other lovers. He imagined that he was only remembering them now because Mewtwo, the Master, was allowing him to.

The Master turned to him, smiling. The golden light in his eyes settled into Fred's brain, rooting through everything for a moment before pulling back.

[i]Everything is ready.[/i]

“Is it?"

[i]The circle is complete. The arrangements in the walls and furniture are done. The lines of psychic energy are finally coming through. I am ready.[/i]

Fred nodded, vaguely understanding what the Master was talking about. Ever since that day a week ago, when he had had his memories tweaked and his inhibitions stripped, the Master had talked with him more and more, but less and less of the information actually stuck around. He felt like a lot of it was sliding out of a hollow point in the back of his head, an empty space that didn't get anything anymore.

Either way, it still gave him something to work with.

He nodded, sitting down and waiting for another command. The Mewtwo looked at him for a moment, then shook his head.

[i]Right. You are waiting for me, still.[/i]

“Is that bad, Master?"

[i]No. I'm just not used to that yet.[/i]

He supposed the Master might not be. He vaguely remembered being something of a disappointment as a previous roommate and servant to the Master, and he knew that he hadn't been the best sort of assistant back then, either. He just hoped that he had improved since, and that he would be of help to the Master from here on out.

The Master turned back to the many people that had been gathered. Seven, plus the mailman, and somehow, they were all glowing with the same energy that burned inside of his head. Fred looked between them, remembering how their different dicks had felt inside of him, and how much fun he had had putting on shows with them. He would miss having that fun, but he knew that the Master had other plans that needed his help.

So, Fred sat there, keeping calm as the feeling of power in the room slowly began to grow.

It came in the form of golden light rising through the floor, moving up in streams through the air that gradually curved towards the Master. The Mewtwo floated from the floor, two toes pointing down at the ground while his arms were stretched towards the ceiling. The gold lines moved in towards him, most of it heading towards his head, making the gold color of his fur start to stand out all the more as it started glowing with him.

Fred smiled as he watched his Master's penis start to grow, too, glowing with the light and turning from pink to a bright yellow. He wanted to reach out and stroke it, tease it, feel it inside of him, but a mental nudge from his Master told him not to. He needed to hold back and allow the Master the lack of distractions to get this work done properly.

So, he did. He folded his hands over his lap, avoiding his own dick, and just watched the show.

Or rather, watched the glowing penis.

He smiled, staring as it rose until it was completely hard, throbbing and twitching slightly as Mewtwo continued to pull in energy. It bounced, pointing at him as it slowly oozed pre, almost as if the power was a source of pleasure as well as strength. And who knew, it might well have been. He didn't know.

Shifting from side to side as fantasies filled his mind, Fred stared at that shaft, imagining it deep inside of him, remembering how good it had felt to have the toy replica of that rubbing against his prostate, spreading him open. It wasn't as big as some of the human cocks that he had taken, not as thick, but it still remained his favorite shape, still remained the feeling that he craved the most.

His hole was twitching, tight as it had become, but he ignored it. He knew that if he went to indulge himself, the Master would be distracted by his need and his pleasure, and then this whole thing would come crashing down. No, he had to be focused, had to be attentive, and he had to be ready to help if he was needed.

But as the Mewtwo floated higher and higher, looming over the room and all in it, it seemed like it was coming together perfectly. There was nothing wrong that Fred could determine, and the power that flooded the place left even him sensitive to the world around him.

For the first time, he had an idea of how his Master saw the world. Thoughts, feelings, sensations were flooding into him from all over, carried through the psychic energy that was all around him, running through his body up to his mind and then back down through his body again. He could feel the thoughts of his lovers, their memories of their time together. He could feel the pleasure of the couple that were humping at each other one floor down.

And more, he could feel his Master's thoughts coming down to him.

It couldn't have been intentional, coming through this overpowered link the way that it did, but he could feel the thoughts that poured through Mewtwo's mind, his ambitions, his needs, his plans.

For the first time, he saw that there was a lack of hatred towards humans in the Pokémon's mind, no sign of any of the dislike that the old character had shown from time to time. There was nothing that showed that he wanted to hurt people, just be the one to guide them out of their own stupidity.

And yes, lust. Lust was there as well, though nowhere near as high as one might have guessed. Mewtwo had been holding people down, using them to get off, yes, but they had been people that were needed for his plan. He wasn't inherently constantly horny. It just was a convenient way to get through their minds and get to the place where he could control them.

Mewtwo turned to him, seemingly realizing what was going on, and shook his head.

[i]Well, you would have found out eventually.[/i]

“You are…empowered, Master?"

[i]Fully.[/i]

“I am glad."

[i]As am I. Now, for the final test.[/i]

“Test, Master?"

[i]You will leave the apartment. You will go down to the world below, walk the streets.[/i]

“…And?"

[i]And you will do it as you are.[/i]

That was the part that he was waiting for, the news that would leave him blushing and embarrassed. Well, he was certainly that. His cheeks burned as he imagined walking along the street without his clothes, knowing that there was still cum and lube inside of him that would drip down his legs and show him as the slut he was. He doubted that there were many out there that hadn't seen his shows – he knew that Mewtwo had spread the knowledge of it through the local neighborhood to make sure that there were volunteers to fuck him that could actually get to the apartment – but he was still embarrassed about it.

But…he had been asked to do it by the Master, and that meant that he had to go out and do it.

Fred nodded as he got to his feet, stretching his arms over his head.

“Anything else, Master?"

[i]Make sure that you continue showing off to everyone. And ignore the feeling of something else in your head. I'm going to be trying something.[/i]

“Yes, Master."

He bowed his head, unable to stop himself as he turned and walked towards the door of the apartment. His nerves were rising, but he knew that the Master cared too much about him, needed him too badly, for him to be left alone. He would be protected. He hoped.

He stepped out the door, his cock swaying slowly between his legs. Looking up and down the hallway revealed no one, which at least left him safe for now. It depended on whether Martin was going to be too pushy when he reached the lobby, though.

[i]Don't worry about him. Just walk.[/i]

Fred nodded, stepping barefoot into the elevator and pressing the button for the lobby. It started moving, and he shifted from one foot to another, feeling the soft squelch of residual cum still shifting inside of him, moving about and getting squelchy and slippery inside of him.

The elevator dinged as they hit the bottom floor, and Fred forced himself to keep walking, stepping out of the elevator and into the lobby. He blushed as he saw a number of eyes turn his way –

[i]Ignore them. Keep walking.[/i]

He obeyed, his feet moving mechanically across the carpet, carrying him to the front door. The eyes that stared at him kept staring, but he was vaguely aware of a golden glow that spread through them as they made contact with his eyes.

Even Martin had that, as he reached the doors. The security guard turned to face him, opened his mouth, and then froze. His mouth slowly went a bit slack, hanging open, and his eyes went from a simple blue to a deep gold, flooded with the light of the Master's power.

[i]I didn't know you could reach this far.[/i]

[i]I can reach far further, but it's easier when I'm reaching through you.[/i]

[i]Through me?[/i]

[i]Keep walking.[/i]

He stepped outside, moving from soft carpet to hard concrete. He groaned, shifting from one foot to another again, getting used to the feeling of the harder, stiffer, less comfortable ground underfoot, but he couldn't remain still for long. The Master's compulsion pushed him forward, driving him across the street, moving between the cars towards the other sidewalk. There were more eyes on him now, more people staring at him, and he continued to blush and wonder what was going on, why this was happening.

But there was never any resistance. Nobody stepped up to tell him to stop, nobody came running over to make him cover up. People would look at him, some would whisper a few things, but then they would turn away, or keep staring, or look somewhere else entirely, but always with the golden light in their eyes. The influence of the Master was spreading, touching them and making them do different things.

Even as he walked down the streets, he could see others starting to strip out of their clothes, men and women alike slowly becoming more relaxed about it. But…they had always been that relaxed, right?

[i]Yes, yes, they have. Keep walking.[/i]

He did, but could not help but take in the details of the people that he saw. Many of them were completely the wrong sort for the sort of public nudity going on. People that should have had body image issues, people that might have hated how they looked, old people that must have been too conservative for this sort of thing: all of them were stripping down and throwing their clothes either into the streets or into garbage cans. They didn't hesitate, moving to strip themselves of all things but their money and belongings, their clothes long-gone.

Some went so far as to burn them, but most weren't taking that final step. They seemed satisfied enough with just getting rid of them.

He didn't know what was happening, but he supposed that it made sense. The thought came to him that the city had always been legally nudist, and it seemed that people were finally obeying that particular law.

He walked down the street with a smile, having figured that out, strutting about with his cock swaying and his balls bouncing with every step that he took. The feeling of freedom to walk about in the nude was a wonderful thing.

But there were other freedoms, yes?

Yes, yes, he supposed there were. He stopped at a bus stop, leaning against the pole. Most times he would simply tease himself – had he ever? He must have – but this time he felt a bit more adventurous. Fred leaned back, grinding his ass against the metal pole, feeling it sliding between his ass cheeks like a too-hard, too-cold dick that was eager to fuck him. He groaned at the pleasurable feeling, rolling his ass back against the pole again and again, feeling a bit deviant for it, but knowing that he was protected.

[i]No, you are simply following your real role. You are a stripper, a whore, a slut. You are allowed to do this.[/i]

Yes, yes, he supposed he was. He had been doing it on camera for a while, so why not advertise it a bit in real life? That made sense. That made total sense.

The bus came while he was just starting to grind his ass back again, and he stopped to step forward. The bus driver looked at him, the gold glow taking over his eyes. The entire bus went still as everyone suddenly stripped down, leaving bare dicks, pussies, asses, breasts, everything exposed.

“Where to?" the driver asked.

“The mall."

“Right-o."

They were off, though not with the same speed. Some men stood up as Fred walked on the bus, their clothes thrown away, their cocks throbbing hard. The tips of their dicks glowed with the same gold as their eyes, and they looked eager to have their fun with him. He had to admit, he was more than eager to have his own with them.

Fred bent himself across the aisles, his mouth in the lap of one man and his ass in the lap of another. They fucked him back and forth, the occasional turn throwing him harder onto one cock than the other, and then vice versa. He groaned every time that one shaft went deeper than the other, enjoying the feeling of being steered between the two dicks.

All around him, people were slipping into their own bits of pleasure. Women would lean back and finger themselves until someone else either walked up to fuck them or eat them out. Men would stroke themselves until someone walked over to ride them or fuck them.

It was debauchery, pure and simple, and people were slipping further and further into trance as it happened.

[i]The key to obedience is pleasure,[/i] the Master said in his head, and he could see the truth of it. The more that people were given that they wanted, the more they'd want to do to get more of that pleasure, that wonder, that perfection. They would slide further and further into the Master's trance, giving him what he wanted as long as he gave them what they wanted.

And over time, his needs would overwrite theirs, becoming what they wanted.

[i]You are brilliant, Master.[/i]

[i]Yes, I am.[/i]

Fred pulled back after swallowing a thick load, just as the bus turned up to the mall. It was a Friday, and that meant that there would be a lot of people getting there just after work, just after college, where there would be a massive crowd just waiting to be turned. Fred left the bus, nodding back at the driver – who seemed to have gotten his own personal cock-sucker – and then walked across the parking lot.

There were a few fender-benders involved as he made his way to the mall, his naked body distracting some drivers for that little bit too long. He shook his head, knowing that the Master would take care of them.

[i]This is incredible,[/i] he heard the Master whisper.

[i]What is, Master?[/i]

[i]I can reach out to everyone. I have more than two thousand humans under my control, and I'm not even straining yet.[/i]

[i]Is that good?[/i]

[i]It is perfect.[/i]

He was happy. The Master was happy, and thus, so was he.

They stepped into the mall together, and instantly, the first hundred people turned golden-eyed. They stopped in their tracks, stripping down, getting aroused with a speed that was so much swifter than those near the apartment. They seemed eager to throw off their trappings, and even more eager to embrace each other.

Fred knew that this was merely the start. The debauchery would not last, nor could it, but it was the way that the Master was using to get deeper into the minds of his slaves. There was no need to hold back, no need to keep himself from enjoying himself. All he had to do was slide in a bit deeper, a bit further, each orgasm opening new doors for him to take advantage of.

Fred walked deeper into the mall, each new turn bringing more humans under the thrall of the master. The golden power bloomed in their eyes, from young men and women to the old senior crowd, and everything in-between.

He was just entering the food court when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Fred paused, turning.

There were two policemen looking at him, wearing sunglasses. They shook their heads as they looked at him, their cheeks burning slightly, probably a little embarrassed to look at him while he was so naked.

“Young man, do you know that this is against the law?"

“It's not."

“Nudism is not legal inside of a private establishment."

“It is, actually," he said, guided by the Master in the back of his head.

“No, it's not," the other policeman said.

“It is. And you wish to be naked yourself. That is the only reason you are talking to me."

“The only reason…"

There was a glimmer of gold behind one of the policemen's glasses, the law enforcement officer rubbing his head. The other stepped forward, holding out a pair of handcuffs.

“Do we need to take this further, son?"

“You do."

Fred lifted his hand, or rather, the Master in the back of his head did. A golden glow of his own covered his fingers, and then surrounded the handcuffs.

They darted through the air, whipping around the policeman's body, and as his hands were pulled back by the Master's power, he was detained. Another flick of his fingers pulled the glasses away, allowing him to make eye-contact.

[i]Hmm, an interesting limit. I'll have to keep that in mind,[/i] the Master said in the back of his head.

[i]What is?[/i]

[i]I cannot control them through you without being able to see their eyes. Once inside, they're mine, but the sunglasses can block me. Curious.[/i]

[i]We shall have to remember that.[/i]

[i]But you can use telekinesis. That will solve that problem easily enough.[/i]

[i]I'm glad, Master.[/i]

[i]Come back to the apartment.[/i]

Fred nodded, leaving the two naked policemen there, bound in their own handcuffs, waiting for people to come over and use them properly.

#

He arrived back at the apartment about an hour later, finding Mewtwo still floating in the middle of the room. Feeling the Master's urges through their link, he went to the fridge, pulling out a few pieces of fruit.

[i]You know my tastes. Pineapple.[/i]

“Yes, Master."

Fred put the watermelon back, grabbing the appropriate fruit and a knife. He walked over to the floating psychic, standing by him before cutting a few little squares of the fruit over his palm, and then offering one to his Master.

The Pokémon took them gingerly, seeming to savor them before swallowing.

[i]Thank you.[/i]

“You're welcome."

[i]It seems that this place allows me more power than even I expected.[/i]

“A pity that it seems the world has stayed the same."

[i]Hmmm, the same, you say?[/i]

“I know that you wanted to improve it, but it looks like people are still stripping in public, still fucking each other. I thought that I might see something different while we were walking through town."

The Master smiled slightly, though he didn't understand why. Hadn't the Master's ambition been to change people, to mold them into something better than what they had been? Had the Master given up after seeing how happy they were as a general matter of course?

He didn't know, didn't understand, but that was fine. He was a slave to the Master. He didn't need to understand.

[i]Did you drum up any new business for yourself?[/i] the Master asked while chewing on another piece of pineapple.

“Some. I think that there were fans out there that wanted to have a turn with my ass. I told them that I might be taking new volunteers in a few days."

[i]I imagine that you will be taking them tonight. After all, weren't you promoted to whore earlier today?[/i]

“Oh, how did I forget that?"

Of course he had. He had been a cam-whore for a week now. That was how long the city made you stay on one level before giving you the option of moving up. Considering how he'd been barely getting a dick a day at the cam-whore level, it'd be better to go where he could get more.

[i]You are quite forgetful, slave. You need me around to help you keep on top of things.[/i]

“Yes, I do, Master. Thank you for helping me."

[i]You always did want to serve. You just never knew how to do it right.[/i]

He nodded. He still remembered that once, long, long ago, he had worked in a place where people berated him on an hourly basis. That job had been filled with abuse, with anger, with all sorts of other horrible things, but he had stayed there because there had been something that needed to serve other people.

Moving up to cam-whoring had been a better move, giving him the chance to serve without being hated every second of the day, but it still hadn't been the full experience. He could serve many, but there was no real interaction outside of the texts that came through on a regular basis, no real human contact.

A whore, though…

Fred smiled. He looked forward to that.

The Master opened one eye, looking up at him.

[i]Do you enjoy your life?[/i]

“I do, Master."

[i]Good. Good.[/i]

The Master looked away, giving a long, slow stare out the window. The white and gold Mewtwo slowly shook his head.

[i]People deserve happiness. If the world won't give it to them, someone should.[/i]

Fred didn't know what that was supposed to mean. Then again, for a few seconds, he wasn't sure what the collar that was floated out from his room and wrapped around his neck was supposed to mean, either. Just like the Master explained that it was his proper mark as one of the Master's whores, though, he knew that the Master would explain the rest to him if he ever needed to know.

For now, though, he had his first shift to get to. Had to keep making money and making happiness.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]