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[b][u] The Munum Region, Chapter 3

The Auction

By Shadymissionary [/b][/u]

Ash finally got his first look at Al-Mazid at sunrise. From the outside, all that could be seen of the city was the sand-colored wall that surrounded it, stretching out for miles in either direction to protect what must be a massive city. Parapets high above the ground suggested that Al-Mazid was constantly on guard about who could enter, and the only gate Ash could see looked as small as a single brick missing from a normal wall. Al-Mazid did not want unexpected visitors or prying eyes. Made sense for a city that would hold slave auctions.

Sevof had a few last-minute preparations for Ash’s auction, ordering the boy to wash up like he had the night before. Ash did so immediately, doing it exactly like the Haunter’s puppetry had taught him. It had become muscle memory now, much like the dance he had performed last night until Sevof had gotten tired. Within minutes he was clean and fresh for his prospective buyers. He was also given food from the dog bowl, and water from the pseudo cock. Sevof was pleased that Ash hadn’t forgotten any of his lessons from last night. With Ash’s Pokeballs packed into a bag, Sevof was ready to go once Ash had been dressed properly.

The boy, who had been stark naked for almost two days now, was a little surprised that he would actually be wearing clothes again now that he was officially for sale. Well, ‘clothes’ was a bit of an overstatement - an itchy white rag that vaguely resembled a loincloth would be tied around his waist, only just covering his asscrack and cock. Ash barely felt any more dressed than before when he put it on, but he didn’t say anything to the professor. But Sevof decided that the slave was still owed a small explanation.

“Clothes aren’t about modesty in Al-Mazid. Not for slaves, anyway. They are about communicating to everyone who sees you how...available you are. A naked slave is free for anyone to use, a slave with his owner’s sigil is only for the master and his friends. This loincloth will show that you’re a fresh arrival...and [i]these[/i] will ensure you’re not bothered until we reach the auction.”

Ash suppressed a shiver as he felt a cold iron collar click around his neck, the attached chain rubbing against his chest. The boy obediently held out his hands for the manacles that went around his wrists like hard handcuffs, tying his hands together in front of him. Both his neck and wrists were connected to the same chain that Sevof held in his hand, and Ash felt himself being yanked forward as Sevof checked the leash.

“A captured trainer being taken to auction…” Sevof summarized Ash’s current state succinctly. “If anyone wants you, they’ll have to purchase you. And you will be a very good slave for them, won’t you?”

“Yes, sir!” Ash replied enthusiastically. “I’ll be the bes- ERK!”

Sevof tugged the boy’s shackles again with a chuckle. “Good enthusiasm. But not another word from you until your new master declares his ownership of you. And he’ll be satisfied with ‘I am here for your pleasure, use me as you see fit.’ Understand?”

Ash nodded fitfully, the collar rattling on his neck as he did so. Satisfied, Sevof threw the bag over his shoulder and began pulling Ash towards the gate of Al-Mazid.

Entering the city was brief - Sevof just confirmed to the door guard that he was bringing in a new trainer and his Pokemon for auction, and the gate opened. With the chained Ash close behind him, Sevof walked into the desert city with a smile.

Even with the professor dragging him forward, Ash could still look around the city as they walked down a wide road. The town was much bigger than Rekik, with many more stone buildings and alleyways than the port city. It wasn’t quite as dazzlingly colorful, but each two-story house still had a colorful banner hanging off it with distinctive designs. Ash’s bare feet walked on what felt like paved sandstone, and he smelled strong-smelling incense being burned in the town’s lampposts. There didn’t seem to be any stalls lining the streets, but then again, this wasn’t a spot for tourists like Rekik was.

This was a spot for slaves and masters.

Even at a glance, it wasn’t hard for Ash to tell that many of the people walking the streets were slaves like him. Quite a few were almost completely naked, others only had a small loincloth with designs similar to those hanging off the houses - [i]their owner’s sigils[/i], Ash realized. There were also a few slaves with rather demeaning tattoos marked on their body - everything from images of dicks to patronizing ‘instructions’ on how to bang them hard. The more tasteful tattoos indicated that while Munum natives marked themselves with swirls, slaves were given concentric circles. Every single slave was wearing a collar around their neck, some with leashes attached that let their better-dressed masters drag them along. At least one young man was actually walking like a dog beside someone who was obviously his master, even getting his head scratched like he was just a pet. By other Pokemon, no less.

With no risk of unwanted attention or scrutiny, the Al-Mazid natives were quite public with how they treated their slaves. A few masters only had their servants carry their packages like workhouses, while bulkier slaves were holding up palanquins and litters carrying their owners. What looked like an outdoor restaurant had two all-but-naked boys dance on top of a stone stage where everyone could see...well, everything. And there were plenty of masters who were straight-up fucking their slaves in public.

One courtyard Ash passed stuck out to him. There were four thick wooden poles sticking out of the ground, and each one had a rope attached to the very top. Each rope was tied to a limb of a naked young man, dangling him in the air with his arms and legs spread out. Another man was thrusting his cock straight into the dangling slave’s ass with incredible roughness, making him howl in painful ecstasy. And judging by the line of people and Pokemon behind him, the slave would be having a very long day.

But the slave never begged his master to stop. It almost sounded like the fuckboy wanted to be hammered even harder. None of the slaves Ash had seen made any effort to defy their masters or protest their situation. Many of them even had the same content smile Ash himself had on his face. Hearing the hoots and whistles directed at him made him smile even wider. He would enjoy his time here...but first, he needed to be bought.

Sevof dragged him into another courtyard where a large wooden stage had been set up. Another naked older boy was being presented by another Munum man wearing the same whirlpool shirt that Sevof wore. The boy had a darker complexion than Ash, and was branded with the concentric circles of a slave on his chest. The boy's hands and neck were tied together with what looked like cheap rope, but he made no effort to break it as the auctioneer sold him to a crowd of Al-Mazid residents in fine clothes.

“...His last master sold him to settle a loss, and I hear you...why buy a losing slave? Solid experience at a bargain price, that’s why! A proper workhorse who can take it [i]hard[/i] up the rear, at the low, low cost of 200! Do I hear 250? Yes sir, you in the back! 300 to Sarek, do I hear 325?...”

This continued for some time until a fat man in a crimson robe made a final offer for 500 that no-one else was willing to raise. After the auctioneer was handed his money, the slave’s rope was given to his new master, who dragged him away from the auction without hesitation. Ash didn’t have much time to think about the stranger’s fate...it was his turn on the auction block.

“Good morning, everyone!” Sevof announced himself as he yanked his captured trainer onto the stage. Ash saw the assembled faces light up with glee when they saw him...or maybe it was Sevof they were glad to see. He wasn’t sure if should smile back. “As always, I’ve got a very special treat for the lucky bidder who wins my premium slave!”

Ash swallowed and stood up straight, not sure if he was supposed to do anything to improve his bidding. Every person there looked his body up and down, trying to assess his worth. The nearly naked boy shivered with anticipation and waited for Sevof to continue. A few leery whistles were directed at his exposure, all of which Ash accepted.

“How Premium? Nothing less than the first Champion of Alola, a trainer with years of experience in battling! But not only that, a fresh virgin for a master to break in personally in the rear-“ Sevof slapped the boy on his ass, making him gasp silently. “...but with my special training giving him the Sevof guarantee of quality for all your frontal needs! This boy really is the whole package, but I warn you, he’s a limited time offer! As such, the starting bid for my premium slave is 2000!”

The assorted masters gasped, but nobody argued the price. A few of the less well-dressed masters stepped out of the courtyard disappointed, leaving a small crowd of men wearing elaborate robes and jewelry to bid on Sevof’s premium slave. Not to mention a small crowd of gawkers outside the courtyard that watched the former champion get auctioned off. They seemed content with making wolf whistles at the stripped boy.

Feeling that he only needed to know the final bidder, the slave paid little attention to who was making the bids. Still, Ash felt a little proud that his premium price was going higher and higher. 2100, 2150, 2200, 2225, 2500…

“4500.”

The abrupt price increase made everyone turn to the sound of the voice. The man who’d made the highest bid for Ash’s service was an older Munum man with a white beard, light brown skin, and what looked like the most expensive clothes in the city. Embroidered onto his white robes was the symbol of an eye with a ruby in the center, and a gold emblem on his white turban had the same symbol. Next to him was an Alakazam that seemed to be meditating, and two burly manservants wearing the eye sigil on their surprisingly luxurious looking loincloths.

Sevof only smiled. “Ah, Sheik Malifa! I [i]knew[/i] you’d appreciate this one! Does anyone wish to challenge his bid?”

Nobody spoke up. Either that was more money than anyone else was willing to spend, or Sheik Malifa had enough authority to make everyone hesitate to impede him. Considering that Ash could feel his piercing gaze even up on stage, he could believe either. Without any real fuss, Ash was formally sold to Sheik Malifa.

Malifa didn’t deign to pick up his new slave personally, instead sending his own servants to hand Sevof the money and grab Ash by his chains. Sevof exchanged the money for the bag holding the boy’s Pokemon with a smile, casually waving Ash goodbye as the slave was pulled away to his new life. Ash would’ve waved back if not for his hands being tied.

Just outside the auction courtyard was the largest palanquin Ash had seen in the city - the curtained gold cage was almost the size of a four-person truck. Four more strong slaves had been left to hold the empty transport up while the owner made his bid - and the prominent ruby eye on the palanquin’s thick curtains told everyone who the owner was. The servant holding Ash’s chain pulled him right up to the edge of the palanquin before tugging him to stop.

Ash looked back to see his new master...floating towards him on a magic carpet? No, it was Alalakazam’s Psychic holding both him and Malifa up, as they floated towards the massive transport without getting up from the carpet they were sitting on. Malifa looked at his new acquisition dispassionately before taking the bag and chains from his manservants. He made a nodding gesture to his Alakazam, who raised the main curtain of his litter with Psychic. Malifa and his Pokemon floated inside before tugging Ash’s chain.

“Get in, boy,” Malifa commanded, and Ash obediently stepped into the palanquin.

The interior was just roomy enough for the three of them, with Malifa and his Pokemon sitting down on several comfortable carpets on one side and an empty space Ash was clearly meant to stand in on the other. The half-naked slave gingerly stood across from his new master, awaiting his next order. Next to Malifa was a large velvet box with a silver border and the eye symbol on top.

Alakazam’s Psychic faded, setting him and his trainer down onto the floor of the palanquin and letting the curtain fall. Once the curtain had closed, Ash noted that the only thing that came into the litter from outside was light - they couldn’t see outside and no-one could see inside. Ash felt the palanquin shift slightly before it started moving with surprising smoothness, likely to wherever Malifa called home. What would be [i]his[/i] home now. Ash steadied himself and remembered what Sevof had told him.

“I...I am here for your pleasure, use m-”

“Quiet,” Malifa commanded, and Ash promptly shut up. The man who owned Ash dug into the boy’s bag and found a piece of paper that Sevof had written - Ash guessed that they were details about him that his owner would need to know. Malifa read the paper carefully for a minute before nodding. “Hm...very well...yes, this will do.”

Malifa’s eyes turned to look at the chained-up boy intently. “Now then, boy, let me explain something. I’ve bought you, and I have authority over you that you will not refuse, but I am not your master. You are to be my son’s slave. He is the one whose pleasure you will exist for, and [i]he[/i] will use you as he sees fit. Is that understood?”

Ash nodded. “Yes...um…”

“‘Sir’ will be fine. You will still obey my orders and follow my requests exactly. But you [i]will[/i] please my son in every way that he desires. Your body and mind will belong to him, and you will never displease him in any way. He will be your master in every way. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” If Malifa was pleased, he didn’t show it on his face. “Now. Your Pokemon will belong to my son, though you will still be used to ensure that they win the Munum tournament for him. And they [i]will[/i] win. That is my second order - whenever you are not serving or pleasuring my son, you are going to work to ensure that he wins this tournament. Will you do that?”

Ash nodded confidently. “Yes, sir.” His...er, his master’s Pokemon, were definitely strong enough to win this region’s tournament without any trouble. And Ash had enough experience to know how to train Pokemon to bring out their best. Malifa’s son would be victorious, no matter what.

Malifa nodded to himself and dug into the boy’s bag once more. “I think...yes, one of your Pokemon will serve as my eyes.” The man picked out a Pokeball and activated the orb.

A flash of red light presented Lucario into the Palanquin, standing right beside his old master with his eyes closed. Ash kept his mouth shut - he knew what was going to happen.

“Open your eyes, Lucario. Look at your master.” Malifa commanded.

Lucario’s eyes shot open, staring directly at the Munum man who had purchased his old trainer. After a second of consideration, Ash’s Lucario kneeled before his new master. The trainer that had raised him stood by, not making a sound as his Pokemon was claimed. Malifa’s son would do the same to the rest of his Pokemon, who were still sleeping in their Pokeballs and awaiting their new master.

“You are going to be my watchdog for your old trainer,” Malifa explained, gesturing at the chained boy. Lucario glanced at Ash, not showing any emotion at his trainer’s situation. Sevof’s training ensured that his Pokemon would prioritize their new master’s desires over whatever Ash might have wanted. “I will explain in detail later, but understand that if he falls short in his duties, you will be in charge of disciplining him.”

Ash swore he could see Lucario smirk at his new job. Remembering all of the punches to the gut Ash received back before his Pokemon had evolved made the boy cringe. The watchdog cracked his knuckles in anticipation of how he’d hurt his lazy trainer…

“[i]Disciplining[/i] him. I do [i]not[/i] want him broken or beaten.” Malifa clarified, letting Ash breathe a small sigh of relief. “Broken slaves do not perform at their best, and my son [i]will[/i] have the best. Will he not, boy?”

The slave boy nodded eagerly. “He’ll have me at my best. For everything, sir.”

“Let’s hope your best is good enough.” Malifa looked at the list once more before turning to the box beside him. “At any rate, I will not let you enter my home looking like that. Lucario, remove the chains. There is a latch in the back of the collar.”

Lucario nodded and stepped behind Ash, his paws soon finding the button on the collar. Ash felt the chains fall off his neck and wrists, freeing him inasmuch as he could be freed. The boy swallowed and rubbed his wrists gingerly.

Malifa didn’t even look up as he opened the velvet box and began digging through it. “Now get rid of that unsightly rag.”

It wasn’t clear who that order was for, so Ash and Lucario both grabbed for the loincloth to pull it off. The boy’s fingers bumped into Lucario’s paws, who growled in momentary irritation. Ash blushed in embarrassment and moved his hand to another spot. Not wanting to keep Malifa waiting due to some silly squabble, the two of them just pulled at where they had grabbed, tearing the loincloth in two and exposing Ash completely. Lucario glanced down at Ash’s bare ass and smirked. He already knew where his charge would get his ‘discipline’.

Meanwhile, Malifa soon found what he’d been looking for inside the box. Taking several objects out of his case, the sheik presented them to Alakazam, who gripped them with telekinesis and moved them over to where Ash and Lucario were standing. 5 silver rings and two pieces of fabric tied with rope.

“Get dressed in your proper outfit.” Malifa commanded. “The boy can put on the loincloth, the dog will make sure the collars are secure. One stone is wrist, two is ankle, three is neck.”

The two new servants promptly got to work making Ash look presentable. The boy grabbed the rope connecting the white fabric and tied it around his waist, letting the two parts of the loincloth cover his ‘private’ areas, if nothing else. Ash recognized the design on the loincloth as the symbol Malifa’s slaves wore...kind of. The jewel in the eye was sapphire rather than ruby. He could tell that was to distinguish that he belonged to Malifa’s son rather than the Sheik himself. The loincloth itself was quite comfortable - the fabric was gentle on the skin and very light, likely so it wouldn’t take much to get it out of the way for his master’s fun. The string was just strong enough that the loincloth would stay in place, but the slave could tell the string would snap with a sharp enough tug. Ash would get used to this outfit - he knew this was the most he would be wearing for the majority of his time in Munum.

Meanwhile, Lucario secured the silver rings around his old trainer’s body. As soon as he got the opportunity, Ash’s new collar clicked around his neck with a lock that was much more secure than his old chains. The boy held out his hands for the bracelets that fit perfectly around his wrists, and finally Lucario secured the ankle bracelets on Ash’s feet. The slave noticed that all five of his collars had some kind of loop sticking out - and remembered the slave that had been suspended on all of his limbs. That must’ve been what they were for. None of the rings were particularly uncomfortable - they were designed to stay on for a very long time without damaging the slave’s extremities.

Malifa seemed satisfied. “There. You look like a proper slave of House Malifa, now.”

Ash smiled to himself. A proper slave of House Malifa...that sounded good to the boy.

The litter came to a gentle stop before being carefully lowered onto the ground. When it finally settled, the main curtain opened and Malifa gestured to Ash. “Go outside. Take a good look at your master’s home.”

Ash was surprised he was allowed to leave first, but he didn’t say anything to his master’s father. He just stepped out of the palanquin into the sunlight, followed closely by his Pokemon-turned-watchdog. When the boy stepped outside, he felt soft grass and dirt under his feet - the litter had stopped on a massive courtyard dotted with palm trees and surrounded by high stone walls. Ash heard what must’ve been a huge metal gate close behind the litter, sealing off the property from any unwanted visitors. He looked up and the sun blinded him for a second, but when Ash blinked his vision back, he finally saw his Munum home.

The palace itself was a large three-story building made of sandy-white stone, with an onion-shaped dome on the very top. Instead of having a flag emblazoned with Malifa’s sigil, the eye was carved into the dome and accented with what had to be real jewels. Brightly coloured flowers grew in the windows, defying the inhospitable desert nearby. Slaves and Pokémon moved about the building like clockwork, ensuring that the palace stayed well-kept and beautiful.

“You’re a lucky slave.” Malifa’s voice surprised Ash from behind. “You and your Pokémon will have everything they need here. But you will work for every bit of it, in every way my son and I want from you. Do you understand?”

Ash nodded, smiling. “Yes, sir. I will give you and your son everything I have.”

“Good boy. Now, I think it’s time you met your master…”