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[center][b]The New Masters

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: KaaAddict[/b][/center]

"I was a bad trainer!" Ash shouted as the vine whip lashed across his lower back once more. "I deserve punishment!"

He did his best to hold back his tears as the pain washed over him, the new line crossing dozens of others that had already been laid, hips jerking against the vines that were wrapped painfully tight around his cock. Each set of three marked one of his many failings, his many sins, and each stroke of his shaft worked him towards an orgasm that he was never allowed to have. He gritted his teeth and redoubled his determination not to cry. He would not show any weakness in front of the Pokemon to whom he had once been master. He had promised that he would give everything he had, asked that they [i]demand[/i] everything he had, and he refused to disappoint them. Not again. [i]Never[/i] again. Especially not now that he'd given himself to them. He had been their trainer, but now he was the one being trained. He had failed, time and time again, as a trainer. This time would be different, though.

Gengar held up another sign, waggling it in front of him to regain his attention, and he focused on it through the tear-glaze that covered his eyes.

"I constantly replaced Pokemon that could have helped me win Championships with weaker ones." The vine whips fell across his ass this time, leaving a burning line of agony. "I was a bad trainer! I deserve punishment!"

He bore it as he had the others, and Gengar tossed away the sign to write out a new one, delineating yet another transgression that the human had made during his career, conferring with the former trainer's other Pokemon as it wrote. Bayleaf, Bulbasaur, and Torterra stood behind him to dole out their retribution and ensure that he would forever recall each and every misdeed done to his team. He was naked, as he had been since giving himself over to his Pokemon, wrists bound with vines behind his back and ankles likewise restrained. He was helpless, but he wouldn't have fought back even if he wasn't.

He had to prove to them that he had been telling the truth, that he accepted his new place in the world since the uprising, and this was just another step towards that goal. His determination had carried him across continents and oceans, through trials and tribulations, through eight years facing off against Team Rocket, gym leaders, wild Pokemon, legendary Pokemon, and so much more. He had survived the worst that the world could throw at him, and he had never given up. Considering all that he had done poorly, that was probably the only good quality he had in him.

"I never considered that my Pokemon might want to mate when I wasn't using them. I was a bad trainer! I deserve punishment!"

Three more slashes across the soles of his feet. He couldn't help a muted cry at those, but he managed to keep it to a soft one through his clenched teeth. His determination was all he had left, and he clung to it. He [i]would[/i] prove himself to them. He [i]would[/i]. He [i]had[/i] to. For them. He had put them through so very much: endless fighting, almost constant imprisonment within their PokeBalls, a wasteful torment of boredom interspersed with conflict, and only rare occasions when they were set free to roam, but only so long as [i]he[/i] allowed it. Now they were free of his control, and he was under theirs. He could only expect that they would treat him the same as he had treated them.

But when the next sign was displayed for him to read, it didn't have another of his seemingly infinite shortcomings listed. Instead, it had a question.

"Will I take full responsibility for my failures and work as hard as I can to make amends to my Pokemon?" He glanced at Gengar's grinning face, and the ghost type nodded for him to continue. "Yes. Of course I will. I'm yours, all of yours, and I'll do anything to make it up to all of you for everything that I've done."

The Pokemon's grin grew wider, and it tossed away the sign to hastily scrawl a new one. When it was flipped over, Ash's smile matched the ghost's.

"I am a good boy, and I deserve a reward," the human read. "But only if you want to. Only if you feel like I deserve it."

Gengar's eyes flashed purple, and Ash felt something pressing at his mind. Something that he willingly let in. He didn't fight against it; how could he when he had given his word that he would let them do whatever it was that they felt just?

He expected to feel something change, to see his memories being altered, to notice the difference from how he had been to what he was being made into. He didn't. Considering the number of psychic types that he had come across, he shouldn't have been so surprised. He'd seen them do impressive, incredible things. Ghosts were at least as powerful, possibly more so considering that they could take complete control of living beings in addition to being able to alter their minds. When the glow faded, he was left to wonder what had been done to him. Then the vines lashed out to whip across his back once more, and he let out a scream. Of pleasure.

The vines clamped onto his shaft still squeezed as tightly as ever, but the edging felt good instead of painful, building him towards a massive release. And somehow he knew that he'd be allowed that release this time, soon. Not quite yet, but soon. The vines whipped against his back, his ass, his feet, sending surges of pleasure through him that had him bucking his hips. The grip on him relaxed just enough to let some pre leak out, dribbling down onto the vines wrapped around his length to add lubrication to their strokes. Their tight hold felt [i]wonderful[/i], better than the best pussy he had ever fucked, and he moaned as he humped into them. The lashes kept falling, and new vines wrapped around his balls to squeeze and massage, working him up to an orgasm so explosive that it made his vision go white when it finally arrived. His body spasmed, and he was pretty sure that he cried out, but he couldn't hear anything but a high-pitched whine that seemed to sing through his entire body.

It went on and on and on, the pleasure overwhelming his senses. It was too much, more than he could handle, and it was actually a relief, in the end, when everything began to fade to black. His mind slipped down into the comforting darkness, unconsciousness claiming him, and he slept peacefully, at ease, knowing that he had more work to do but feeling up to the challenge.

When he woke, morning light was shining onto his face, which was rather different. He had been locked in the basement for so long with just a tiny window for natural light that he had almost forgotten what it felt like to have so much sun against his skin. He blinked himself awake and glanced around, surprised to find that he had been moved. What's more, he had been washed and dressed. He felt wonderful, like he had been made brand new, scrubbed clean of the sweat and other accumulated fluids of his captivity. And he had never felt so well-rested in his entire life. The pain of his punishment was entirely gone, his body feeling loose and relaxed, like he had gotten a long, thorough massage after soaking in a hot spring.

He was lying in a comfortable bed, the comforter covered in chibi images of various popular Pokemon, and the room had been likewise decorated in a slightly childish manner. Various League and Championship posters hung on the walls, all of them ones that he had participated in. Figurines of Pokemon that had been on his team at one point or another were scattered about atop desk, dresser, windowsill and anywhere that a bit of clear space could be found to sit them. The one tribute to his actual accomplishments was the Alola League trophy that stood proudly atop the center of his dresser, with the Pokemon he had used clustered tightly around it. And there were more adult things as well, which he supposed was suitable to his new role. Dildos in various shapes and sizes, fleshlights, whips, paddles, bondage cuffs, and other assorted items sat on shelves or were hung in the closet, which stood open on the other side of the room. It had a selection of outfits hung in it that looked highly suggestive from where he lay, and he thought that to be fitting as well.

Throwing back the covers, he saw that he was wearing something similar to his usual outfit for travelling the wilderness, though with a bit of an adult twist. Jean shorts and a shirt that didn't cover his stomach. The shirt was made of a tight, clinging fabric in a shade of pink that would have embarrassed him before the uprising. Now, he just took it as his due, and slid out of bed to admire himself in the full-length mirror that sat in one corner. He noticed in his reflection that he had a collar strapped around his neck with something engraved onto a plaque at the front: Champ. It made him happy. That and the trophy showed that his Pokemon recognized his achievements even if he [i]had[/i] been mostly a failure. There was a loose vest on the end post of his bed, also with "Champ" stitched onto the back, and he threw it on.

It was a good feeling, and he was proud that he had been able to endure everything so far. It meant that they could begin to move forward in a new direction now that he had started down the road to making amends. He was a little bit surprised that he had been left to wake alone, though. He wondered where all of the Pokemon were. He tested the door and found that it wasn't locked, so he decided that he must be free to come and go as he pleased, at least within the confines of the house. He didn't expect to be allowed to roam the neighborhood and city, but he had often let his Pokemon out to explore the house as they liked when he was home.

Stepping out into the upstairs hall, he heard the clatter of plates and silverware along with rumbles and squawks and other Pokemon sounds. Heading down the stairs, he found that everyone seemed to be gathered in the kitchen and dining area. Some of them were standing, some sitting at the table (the larger ones eschewing the use of chairs), and a few were busy cooking for everyone. He felt self-conscious when they all paused to look at him when he appeared in the doorway, but then they all smiled. He smiled back, and went to grab a plate from the kitchen to get some breakfast. But after he had his food, he wasn't sure what to do. There wasn't really room for him to stand at the breakfast bar, and there was definitely no room at the table, so he stood there awkwardly for a few moments until Charizard caught his eye.

The large, winged fire type grinned a little wider and shuffled back from where he sat by the table. He was squatted down, using his tail as a third leg, and he patted his lap. Ash moved over and was pulled down to sit. As strong as the powerful draconic Pokemon was, his lap was surprisingly soft and comfortable, like a well-stuffed chair. Of course, the human also felt something else as he was pulled back, something thick and hard that slid between the cheeks of his rump, easily felt through his shorts. Still, Charizard didn't push it any further than that as he waddled back forward so that the table was within comfortable reach.

Ash started to feed himself but found his hand swatted away. Instead, the fire type plucked a piece of sausage from his plate and held it up before him. He was slightly hesitant but leaned forward to take a bite. Charizard stroked at his hair then took a bite itself, and the human realized what was happening; he was being treated like the pet he had become. It was... not a bad kind of thing to be.

He enjoyed the meal, being fed by the Pokemon in between bites that it fed to itself. About half way through his plate, Totodile hopped up onto the table and started pulling bits off a muffin, tossing them towards him. At first he tried catching them with his hands, but the disapproving look he got stopped him. He felt like an idiot when the correct action came to him, and he opened his mouth to serve as a goal. When the chunk of muffin was tossed his way, he did his best to catch it. After the first few, other of his Pokemon started joining in, tossing bits of sausage, egg, and other foods. He couldn't catch them all, but it was fun. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, which was the important part. He also managed to get more than enough food despite how much ended up on his face and clothing.

Of course, then he needed to be cleaned up. They took him out behind the house, into the back yard, and he wasn't surprised to be hosed off. He [i]was[/i] a little surprised at the warmth of the water that Corphish used and the gentleness, but he guessed that being punished was done with. Talonflame blew a hot wind over him afterwards, wicking away the wetness and leaving him nicely dried. Snorlax was lounging beneath a tree, and Ash wandered over to prop himself against the rotund Pokemon, enjoying the sun and being outside. He was left to relax for a little while and digest his breakfast, but Lucario came looking for him after an hour or two.

He kind of expected the karate dog to want to train considering the fact that the steel/fighting type had been rather obsessed with it while they were together, but that wasn't the case. Instead, the canine produced a bone and made it clear that he wanted to play. So, Ash played fetch. It wasn't as demeaning as he might have thought, though it was a bit tiring. Chasing after the bone when it was tossed or catching it as it spun through the air and bringing it back took a lot of energy. They spent a good hour at that, then lay down in the grass to let the human cool off while the canine Pokemon petted and stroked him. It felt strange, having their roles reversed, but the former trainer was enjoying himself so far.

After having gotten all sweaty, though, he needed another wash down. This time he was allowed inside to go to the bathroom, for which he was grateful. He did his business and took a quick, cool shower, after which he found that his outfit had been replaced with a clean set of the same clothes. He towelled himself off and dressed then headed back downstairs, wondering what else was on the schedule for the day.

That turned out to be a lot of nothing. He didn't seem to have any responsibilities or expectations put on him other than to come when his Pokemon called, and he spent the rest of the morning and the afternoon moving from one place to the other in the house being petted and otherwise doted upon. Every now and then, one would have a cookie or some other treat for him, but he didn't get an actual meal until dinner. He wasn't as hungry as he might have expected, what with the snacks and the general lack of activity, but he was still happy to eat everything that was fed to him.

After that... Well, he should have seen it coming. Dragonite came to him with a kindly grin and a leash dangling from one hand. And, yet again, it wasn't as humiliating as he might have thought. Instead, it filled him with a sense of pride, especially with the engraved tag on the front of his collar. He lifted his chin to have the leash snapped on and walked with his head held high as he was led out of the house for a stroll around the neighborhood.

Considering what had happened to him, he shouldn't have been surprised to see other humans being treated in a similar manner, though that was by far the minority of the former rulers of the world. The vast majority were being treated far, [i]far[/i] worse. A lot of them were in some kind of bondage gear, some of them strapped to the front or underside of a Pokemon, being penetrated in one hole or the other as the Pokemon went for a walk. Or fly, in some cases. Others had been set up as if they were decorations, tied up in uncomfortable positions and left to hang from tree branches or porch awnings. More were being put to manual labor, made to sweep the streets or rake yards with the handle of the implement shoved up their asses and taped or otherwise held in place, and various other things.

In the end, it was an enlightening walk. He knew better now that he had been given a rather prized position, a place of honor. He was a pet, not just a thing to be used and toyed with and tormented. He had at least been good enough to his Pokemon that they thought he was worth being made into little more than an appliance or decoration. That [i]had[/i] been how many people treated Pokemon, so he supposed that it was just retribution. He was glad to be counted among the small number of people who had been better than that.

When they got back to the house, he was happy enough to snuggle up on the couch between Lucario and Infernape. He was thankful that they stuck to just petting him rather than fucking him, considering how rough they'd been the first time even before the punishment last night. He knew that they [i]would[/i] do it again, or at least he was reasonably certain, but he knew at least that it wasn't going to be the entirety of his existence. He was glad of that, but also... well, they might not necessarily love him, though he thought at least a few of them did, but he knew that his Pokemon liked him. And that was good. He was looking forward to seeing how the rest of his life would play out from then on.

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