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Brian wanted adventure and excitement. He was already 11 years old and well trained with the bow and sword. But he didn't want to go alone.

His friend Henri was the same age and already an alchemist. He could use his skills out in the wild. So he went to visit. "Hey Henri. Are you ready for adventure?"

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Henri was engrossed in the book he was reading, showing pictures and descriptions of various herbs. It was already rare enough for an adult to be able to read. But for a boy of 11 like him? It was almost unheard of, unless you were part of the high church boys! Henri never was one for religion, though. To him, science and logic were far more reliable and understandable than some otherworldly power. Besides, he had heard of quite a few things that apparently happened to those church boys. He had heard stories that were... delicate. To say the least. And he had no plans of joining them under such circumstances. Thankfully, the old woman from the other end of town was more than happy to teach him to read. She was also the one who taught him so much about various herbs in the area. Medicinal ones, bewitching ones, and... other more special ones... the woman was deemed a witch by the other villagers, which caused nearly everyone to avoid her. Unless of course they needed her service. Then suddenly they were willing to deal with her!

Unfortunately, the woman had died about half a year ago. Age seemed to be the one thing she wasn't able to heal... being the only one to actually grieve for her, he was soon turning into the next outcast in the town. And Henri was pretty fed up with all these... idiots. For a lack of a better term. His dream was to learn even more about the plants and various medicinal concoctions that could be produced. Surely somewhere his talents and thirst for knowledge would be quenched! Besides, he would learn all kinds of things on this journey!

His plan was to move towards the southern kingdom. There it was said that people were less religious and instead open to various things. He also heard of a wolfman plague there right now... from the rumors and reports he had heard, those humanoid monsters were growing rapidly in numbers, while using some strange elixir for various purposes. It sounded... interesting. He was interested in seeing how these beings were capable of such high-level elixirs. He frowned when he thought about those humanoids. There were several tribes of them, and most of them were said to be of below average intelligence, with certain exceptions, of course. For example, in his and Brian's kingdom, it was mainly orcs. Of course, there were some other tribes too, but Orcs were the most apparent around this kingdom. Not that he had ever seen one of these, but it was said that they looked partly like pigs with colored skin, mostly brown, green, or a sickly yellow. Most of them were apparently big, fat, and smelled horrible... It was said they could strike down a grown man with a single hit. He only hoped to never meet one of these...

Suddenly his room door was burst open, and his only friend from this town, Brian, entered. Henri smiled. Brian at least never seemed to care much about what others thought of him. He always just did whatever the hell he wanted! And his natural charm was enough for him to get away with whatever mischief he was planning on. IT was actually Brian who made Henri think of that plan. A few nights ago, Brian had suddenly blurted out how he wanted to see more of the world. To go on adventures and experience all kinds of things! It made Henri laugh. But on the inside, he himself had thought that it sounded like the perfect idea!

"Hey Henri. Are you ready for adventure?" Brian laughed with a beaming smile. Henri frowned. He liked Brian. But sometimes he was a bit... overconfident. Were they really sufficiently prepared? He took another long look through his bag as well as Brian's, and was pleased to see that he seemed to have thought things through for once, after all! He took the book and put it in his bag alongside several writing utensils. He was planning on writing down notes and drawing pictures of any interesting and useful herbs or mushrooms he would come across! He also grabbed his sling and a bag of stones. To his great dismay, he had never been a very good fighter or shooter. Basically, he was the complete opposite of Brian, who was among the best of the boys in town. His arrows might hit an unsuspecting, unmoving target, but anything else? He would have to get lucky... as for his close combat skills, they were pretty much nonexistent. He was, however, strangely proficient with his sling. And a well-shot stone was enough to deal lots of damage if it hit right.

"I guess I am." he answered, and together with Brian, they left. Before that, however, he took another good long look around the room of his childhood. Who knew when he would see it again! "I'm off, Beatrice... I will see the world and learn all kinds of things! And when I come back, I will be even more knowledgeable than you!" he thought as he remembered the old lady fondly who had been like a mother to him... he gulped. He was being sentimental again! Not the perfect start for their great adventure! He turned around, closed the door, and locked it from the outside. "Alright. Let's go!" he said, and together the boys left...

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Brian patted his friend on the back. Henri had always been a good friend. He actually thought it was cool that he knew more about plants than even most gardeners. Plus Henri could mix magic... or medicine, or whatever Henri called it. That was even cooler.

Brian had a backpack on his back with everything he thought he'd need, including his bow and arrows. He already had his sentimental moment when he said goodbye to his family. "I'm as ready as can be."

Lately Brian was having confused thoughts about Henri. Almost like he was more than just a friend. But he was so afraid of ruining their friendship that he kept it to himself.

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Together the two boys left the town. On the way out, Henri could feel the stares of the citizens. Every last one of them was eager to see him leave. The boy who lived with witches... no one wanted to have anything like that around! "Good riddance then..." Henri thought. Now that Beatrice was dead and Brian was leaving with him, there was no reason for him to ever come back here again... and he most likely never would! Near to the town's gate, they met Richard.

Perhaps the man Henri hated the most in this town. The man was fat, lazy, and smelled. It probably had been ages since he had last washed himself... and he was cursing day in and out. And Henri couldn't shake the weird feeling that this man wanted... something from him. He always felt the man's stares as they wandered up and down his body. Henri was utterly disgusted. It was pretty clear what the man wanted... and there was no way in hell he would give the disgusting man THAT!

Henri decided to ignore the man. Of course, Richard wouldn't have any of it. "You leaving yet? I haven't had my fun with you yet!" he shouted and belched. He grinned and grabbed his junk as he revealed his yellow, dirty teeth. Henri blushed. "You are drunk again. Just leave us be." he said harshly and moved towards the city gate even faster now. He could hear the cruel laughter behind him, followed by another yell. "You will regret it one day! Don't say I didn't warn you! You will be grateful to me one day, once you came back crying after some of the monsters had their way with you!" he shouted.

Henri ignored the crude remarks. No way he would ever be grateful for anything that pig would say or do... soon the two boys left the gate behind them and Henri breathed the fresh air. Finally! Finally, their journey would begin! An adventurous journey where he would learn all kinds of things! not only about alchemy. But other fields as well! Geography, history... he would be a true scholar one day! Or at least that was the plan. For now, they had to figure out where to head next. Based on the sign right outside the town, they were supposed to go left if they wanted to reach the southern kingdom...

And with that, they started on their path... it was almost funny how quiet Brian was at the moment. Usually, he was always cheerful, talking about all kinds of things! The silence was almost... awkward. For a moment, his mind drifted off. There was one thing he did not consider... lately, his body had developed certain... urges. Urges that he usually satisfied during nighttime. But how was he supposed to do that with Brian around? He would probably have to try doing it inside the tight sleeping bag... he gulped and shook his head. There would be time for these thoughts later!

They were passing some high grass when Henri thought that it was time to break the silence. "So what do you think will happen on our journey?" he asked. Funny enough, he had no idea how Brian would envision the journey. He also had no idea why Brian was going to begin with. Was he really just looking for adventures? Unbeknownst to the two boys, three goblins were hiding in the tall grass a little farther ahead. They grinned as they watched the boys coming closer... they began smearing their crude knives in their favorite poison. The goblins hoped that the boys had quite some nice items they could take and perhaps... do other things as well...

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Yes, Brian was quiet. There were so many things on his mind. He was also a bit of an outcast, not as much as Henri, but it had its unpleasant moments. Brian's mother worked as a barmaid and was a bit of a slut and lush. He didn't have a clue who his father was, nor did his mother. So, he was a bastard. He met Henri when he was only 7 years old. His mother got sick, and no one would even look at her. But Beatrice did, and she was already training Henri. They became instant friends. So he would not mind ever returning either. What would happen to them on their journey? That was a difficult question

"We'll hunt and fish, and tent out, and see things we didn't even know existed. And what better way to do it than with my best friend?" Then Brian thought he heard something. He grabbed his hunting knife.

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Henri nodded and smiled that sounded... nice. Best friend huh? Then he saw Brian's body tense up as he grabbed his knife. Was there danger? Henri wasn't sure, but he took out his slinger as well and prepared for a shot. Up ahead two goblins stepped out of the grass. "Humans... give valuables! Or... stay with us...!" one of them said in his coarse voice. Henri looked at the creature. Goblins were among the easier monsters. They were usually weaker than humans, so he and Henri shouldn't really have a problem dealing with them. However he did read that goblins were incredibly crafty and mischievous. They apparently liked poisoning their targets. It usually wasn't anything deadly on. He blushed a little. Apparently it was more like an aphrodisiac. Not a potent one, but enough to make one more... open about certain things for a while. "Careful, Brian. Don't let them scratch you with their knifes." he said quietly.

Then he looked at the goblin. "I don't think so. Why don't you just leave and let us be on our way." he offered. Apparently, that was something the creatures didn't want to hear. They began talking to each other in their own strange language. But to Henri, it sounded like some kind of argument.

Suddenly he heard the grass beside him move suspiciously. Before he could take a look, something burst out with intense speed. Next thing he knew, he was tackled from the back towards the ground, causing him to misfire his prepared shot. He felt something groping and fondling his clothed butt roughly and shrieked like a girl. He tried moving his head as far as he could to take a look and saw another goblin sitting on him. He shuddered when he saw the goblin's member as it made contact with his fortunately clothed butt. It was big, considering their small stature. If Henri had to guess, he would say it should be about the same as an average human adult male. Then the goblin began rubbing its penis between Henri's cheeks. "Get... OFF ME!" he shouted, using all his power to throw off the creature.

With a cry, the goblin stumbled backwards and fell to the ground. Henri blushed even more now. This was not good. This early in their journey, and he already been in danger of loosing. And against weaklings like those too! For a moment, he thought what would have happened if he had been poisoned before... maybe he wouldn't have been able to get rid of the little creature that easily then...

He shuddered when he realized just how close he came just now towards an early end of this journey. It seemed they had to be much more vigilant from now on... he quickly stood up, standing back to back with Brian. "Let me handle this one." he said. And prepared another shot. He only hoped Brian could deal with the other two for a moment.

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The attack from behind surprised the eleven years old. Brian was used for one-on-one fighting, not a group struggle. When the goblin attacked his friend, Brian hesitated. Mainly because he was watching the creature trying to hump his friend.

He was about to attack the goblin, but Henri threw him off. Then Henri reminded him they had 2 more goblins to deal with. They used the distraction well. One goblin knocked his knife out of his hands, and the other shoved his pants and shirts down to his knees.

His naked bottom and limp willy were out for all to see. The goblins were about the same size as the boys were but surprisingly strong for their size. "I'll do my best." he answered Henri.

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Henri aimed steadily. It was reassuring to hear Brian's words. Who was he kidding? Brian had been one of the best fighters in town! A good fighter in close combat... the perfect archer... next to him Henri almost felt like a weakling, but he knew that Brian valued Henri's intelligence, knowledge, and general smartness. HE smiled reassured, that nothing would befall his friend.

Time to focus on his own enemy! The goblin was just standing there with his... thing hanging about freely. The scent emanating from it was... strange. He gulped. No use thinking such things! The goblin kept staring, a sly grin coming across his face. Unlike Henri he could perfectly see the predicament that Brian was in... besides there was no way a little teenage boy could ever aim that well!

The young alchemist released the stone from his sling and proved the creature wrong, hitting it right into its ugly face. Ugly and somehow fascinating in its own way... Henri would have to make sure to make a good drawing later... he smiled as he saw the goblin recoil in pain. "Hurts!" the creature screamed, and it quickly vanished into the tall grass... "Get back here!" Henri yelled after it, shooting another stone right after the goblin. "Damn. He got away." he thought. This could be bad... what if the injured goblin would go get reinforcements? They might be able to deal with two or three well enough. But what if they had to face a whole group of them? They had better get away here soon! HE quickly turned around, determined to help his friend.

Then he gasped when he saw his almost naked friend. "What the-" he started. What had happened? Where was his friend's knife? And---he gulped---why was he almost naked?

The goblins suddenly jumped back. "You hurt... hunter. You pay..." one of them gnarled. The other stared especially closely at Brian's exposed body with an intense stare. "Offer." he began. "Little boys suck cock. You leave." he said and laughed, obviously satisfied with the idea. Of course, the crafty goblin's main goal was to simply keep the boys busy somehow until the others would arrive... Henri heard the offer and completely ignored it. "You OK?" he asked worried, not letting the goblin's out of his eyes.

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Henri was doing better than he was. And he was supposed to be the fighter. He was rather proud of his friend. Now he was so glad they used to target practice together. Then the goblin suggested sucking their cocks. Brian knew that he should be disgusted by such a thing. But that scent they emitted made him consider it.

"Yeah, I'm okay. A little embarrassing, but I'll live." he pulled up his pants quickly. "Listen, you green freak. We are not going near your disgusting dicks." he knew what cock sucking was considering his mother was basically a whore.

The knife was too far away now. He whispered to Henri "cover me. My sword is in my backpack. " he dropped the backpack on the ground and waited for Henri's move.

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Henri nodded grimly. As he prepared for another shot, his breathing got a bit heavy. Damn! He had never read that goblins had such an intoxicating smell! But it still wasn't anything he couldn't handle... they had to hurry! "Go right ahead." he said.

The goblins still stood there smirking. What the boys didn't know was that they slathered their cocks with a strong pheromone. It tended to work best on human female adults. But it also worked well against young teens. No matter whether they were male or female. They began advancing slowly towards the boys. Now that Brian was crouching, they could see his ass... and what a fine piece it was!

Henri's eyes were drawn towards the green smelly cocks. "Stay away!" He shouted, firing his sling. However, he missed by a long shot. He cursed. What was wrong with him? He quickly prepared another. The dicks were getting closer now... he gulped and released another stone, hitting one of the goblins right in his nuts.

The creature screamed in pain. "hurts!" it cried. "Be back," it added and vanished into the grass as well. Henri smiled. At least one less danger. Now he had to deal with that last pest. He was shocked to see that it was mere inches away from Brian. And the goblin was brandishing its drug-lathered knife. "Behind you, Brian!" he shouted. Fuck! He wouldn't be able to prepare another shot in time!


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Benji had been in a mental haze ever since he'd been found guilty of raping that boy in his class. Until he was standing in the darkness, just waiting in the silence, wherever he'd been taken to. He heard the Judge saying something about him going to a pony ranch? But the 13-year-old had been a bit distracted by the guard shoving a ballgag in his mouth and covering his eyes with a blindfold. Even then, they still put a thick wool bag over his head, as if he'd see something through the blinds. From there, he was rushed out, following the guards out with no idea where they were taking him. They didn't remove his cuffs at all, not even the ankle cuffs that kept him from taking full steps as he walked. He had been shoved onto some seat, then driven out for what felt like forever, and was actually a bit relieved when he was pulled out and walked around even if just to stretch his legs.

He walked timidly, feeling every little pebble and rock through his thin and worn prisoner shoes. More like rags wrapped around his feet, really. Until he was walked into some room, hearing the door open beforehand. A stern voice ordering out to him, the only thing that had been said to him since he was in court, "Stand, Prisoner." The teen hadn't been given much in the way of good treatment, even before he was found guilty. Even by other prisoners and convicts, getting called a pedo, rapist, and piece of shit several times a day between court hearings. If anything, getting called just 'Prisoner' felt nice. If only a tiny bit. He hadn't had the attention span to memorize his actual Inmate number either, so that added to the relief as he expected that he'd get a smack of a baton if he didn't reply in some way to the guard.

The boy simply groaned at the order, but did as he was told. What else could he do? His ankles were still cuffed, with barely enough chain between them to step right. His hands were cuffed behind his back, his shoulders just starting to ache. And he still had that big ass ballgag in his mouth, strapped in place like the blinds on his eyes. The bag on his head was worst of all though, mussing up his hair and making his head itch. And he felt like, even if he could ask, the guard wouldn't have helped him. So, he just stood there in the middle of the room, hearing the door closing behind the guard's vanishing footsteps, leaving him in complete darkness, not knowing what was about to happen to him.

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The door opened with a loud creak, then promptly closed in much the same way. Twelve-year-old Eric Thompson was the first one in and his only marginally older brother, Sam, quickly followed. If Benji had seen them standing right there, dressed in sandals, shorts and tee-shirts, he might have thought the twins were young tourists who had walked into the wrong room in their search for a bathroom. Then again, he would have also seen the devious grins on their rosy, angelic faces and that would have probably clued him in that they were exactly where they wanted to be.

They stood there for a few seconds, letting Benji stew for a bit while they communicated solely with their eyes in the way only twins knew how to. It, no doubt, helped that they had discussed their overall approach for the new trainee before entering the room. So, now, all they had to do was put their plan in motion.

Once again, Eric took the first step. He knelt before Benji, grabbed the chain between the older boy's legs and secured it to a heavy, iron clip hook that was bolted firmly to the floor, right in the middle of the room. Meanwhile, Sam went to the corner and pressed the button that controlled the pulley system, which caused a thick chain to slowly descend onto Benji. He then grabbed a pocket knife and offered it to Eric with a fancy, pseudo-aristocratic gesture as if to say ''You do the honors''.

Eric gladly obliged, grabbing the collar of Benji's shirt and slicing the whole thing from top to bottom in one swift flick of the knife. He turned to Sam and accepted his brother's silent claps with a big bow, before stepping behind the prisoner and pulling the tattered shirt open to expose the older boy's torso.

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The teenage prisoner heard the door open, hearing the loud creak of it and wondering just how big and heavy it had to be to make that noise. Or maybe it was just really old? The boy didn't move his head as the soft footsteps entered. It sounded almost like it was echoing to his ears. But as sudden as he'd heard the noises, it was silent again. His head shifting side to side as he tried to figure out what was going on around him, and failing to get a single hint.

He flinched a bit when he felt his ankle cuffs shifting a bit, hearing the gentle jangling of the chain between them, "Hmmph?" his voice was so muffled, but still showed his confusion. He heard something click shut, and wondered if the chain had been removed. He gave a light shake of his foot and heard the chain, feeling the light weight of it with a soft groan. And then that mechanical ratcheting of gears, something above him, "Mmph... mm-mmmph?"

And then the quick cuts of his plain white prison shirt, so fast that he barely had time to flinch as he felt the fabric being pulled off him, "Hnngh!? Nnngh!" The air felt stifling against him, as if he was in a metal box or something. He squirmed as he tried to cover himself up, his arms bending behind his back as he tried to slip an arm in front of him. But he definitely wasn't flexible, and couldn't begin to cover himself up. His torso on full display, hairless and smooth except for his pink nipples, about the size of nickels.

[Assistant] Eric grabbed the older boy's cuffed hands to keep them steady. Sam put his hands on Benji's exposed sides and slowly, teasingly slid them up to the older boy's chest. He circled both of his prisoner's nipples with his fingertips, before pinching them firmly, but gently, and rolling them between his thumb and index finger.

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The twins could not help but giggle at their slave's confusion and discomfort.

Sam let go of Benji's nipples and produced a pair of nipple clamps from his pockets that were connected via a short chain. The clamps were spring-loaded, which made opening them a difficult task for the 12-year-old, but that was precisely why he had selected them. It took quite a bit of grunting to open the first clamp, and several annoyed looks from Eric, who clearly thought he could do it way faster, but in the end Sam managed to place the clamp into position and let it snap on Benji's right nipple.

He gave the older boy a moment to catch his breath, then pulled the second clamp through the clip hook dangling from the ceiling and snapped it on the other nipple. Both boys then stood back and watched in satisfied silence.

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Benji let out sigh through his nostrils, feeling moisture fathering under his lips from the rubber ball in his mouth as his nipples were released. A little jangling in front of him, a noise he couldn't possibly hear if it wasn't for his blindness. And then a grunt, soft but definitely a grunt. Inside his blinds, Benji raised an eyebrow. That voice hadn't sounded big or manly like he'd expected a guard to sound like.

But he couldn't dwell on the thought for long, shrieking out as pain shot through his tight nipple, "GNNNNGH! HNHNHNNNN!" His body recoiled from the sharp biting pain in his nip, shaking as he tried to pull away from whatever it was clamping so hard on him, shaking his head frantically. But he couldn't move enough to escape the other clamp, another shriek escaping his gag as his back arched, "NNNGH!!! TMMK HTH THOPH! PLNNTH!!!" But then he felt the pain pulling his nipples, forcing them up ever so slightly and holding them there, forcing him to stand up straight to find what little ease the chain had left in it.

He was breathing harder, shaking his head as he tried to push away the pain. But that burning sting soaked through his nipples, which felt like they were getting crushed by a hydraulic press as he just stood there, thrashing his bagged, gagged, and blinded head.

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Sam went back to the corner and pressed the other button that controlled the pulley; the one that made the thick chain retract towards the ceiling, dragging the smaller chain between the nipple clamps along with it. And when that smaller chain had become as taut as it could, it began lifting the prisoner up by his nipples. Sam kept his finger on the button until the older boy's nipples were as stretched as they could be. Then, he pressed the button a little while longer, watching as Benji was practically lifted up by his nipples and could only stand on his tip toes.

Satisfied, Sam let go of the button, while Eric pulled out the pocket knife once more, ready to finish what he had started.

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The thrashing teen heard those gears again above him, realizing his nipples were attached to that chain he'd heard earlier, "NHMMM! Phlnnth nhmm!!!" But the chain was already lifting back up, taking his nipples with it. He shook his whole body, trying to free himself in any way possible, but soon enough he was frantically planting his feet on the floor. Until even that little bit of relief was being taken from him.

Standing on the fronts of his feet. Then his toes. And then barely that, the tips of his toes wiggling against the floor as his feet stuck down as straight as possible to support his weight. Not that it helped his poor nips, feeling like they'd been pulled off his chest by a mile. The pain had gone deeper, stabbing into his chest all over, his skin tugging out around his nipples as he trembled, his voice a sharp whimper that trembled just as much.

But he wasn't struggling anymore, at least not like before. His head stayed still, bent forward as he tried to compose himself, the arches of his feet straining under his weight, his breathes sharper through his nostrils.

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Eric took the stage and Benji's prisoner rags began to come undone one by one. Before long, the older boy was left dangling there in nothing but his underwear.

Though Eric's first instinct was to get rid of the underwear right away and get to the 'fun' part, he managed to restrain himself this time as a devious idea formed in his head. Perhaps it was due to how special his newest victim was, or maybe it was just Sam rubbing off on him.

Either way, he gripped the waistband of the older boy's underwear and slid his knife in, ominously but harmlessly. "Hey, Sam,", Eric called out, all chipper, "get your camera ready. I think your followers on Instagram are gonna love this."

Sam, who was busy trying to choose his next implement, did not bother turning his head, as he did not have his phone with him and he knew his brother knew that. But he played along nonetheless. "Hmm," Sam said in a calm, subdued tone, "guess you're right. But I don't think anyone will recognize him with that hood on his head."

"Ugh," Eric rolled his eyes in feigned exasperation and promptly pulled the hood off the older boy's head. "There. Better now?" He replied. "Yeah. Okay, lemme get a better angle..." Sam responded

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Benji was in too much pain to struggle as he heard his orange pants being cut apart, feeling them being tugged before they gave way for the warm air to surround him almost completely. Almost, as his underwear were left alone. It was the only thing he had left from before he was arrested, a pair of navy-blue boxers from his favorite clothing company, their logo embroidered on the elastic waistline, ''STICKS AND STONES''. It was such a goofy name for an underwear company, but the teen did like how they felt.

But then the boy felt that pocket knife for the first time, the rounded back of cold steel on his waist as the edge threatened the elastic waist. His voice had calmed down a little bit, still so pained as he felt his nipples slowly becoming more elastic, yet not being relieved of a single ounce of pain they felt. Although his voice was with a hint of fearful embarrassment, "Ph-phlnnth... nmmth hmmth..." But then that voice. The name that was called out. It struck Benji, even if it was so impossibly wrong. His face started heating up, although it wasn't visible under his hood.

Until even that was stripped off his head, revealing just how hot and humid the thick hood was. His hair was matted and lightly damp with sweat, flailing about as he felt a sudden burst of coolness around his head, "Hnngh!? H-hnnnngh!" His cheeks had turned a dark pink, reflecting the heat radiating from them as he heard the second voice. He froze, his mind going somewhere that had no place inside him at the moment. He shivered, that other voice making his mind go places he didn't want touched. Not like this, at least, "Nhnnth mah bhoxthahth... ph-phlnnth..."

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Eric let the older boy protest for a bit, each muffled cry making his dick twitch in his shorts. "Say, I think a video clip would be better, don't you?" he said. "Hmmm, yes," Sam replied, settling on a good, ol' reliable riding crop. "I think the kids at our school will appreciate the catharsis of seeing our infamous rapist friend here get what he deserves. Especially poor Jake."

"Great," Eric flashed his brother a grin, appreciating the small, but potent touch of bringing up the name of Benji's accuser, a name that had, of course, been stricken from all official records to protect the victim's anonymity. He decided not to ruin the moment by asking what 'catharsis' mean.

"Okay and... action!" Sam said, as he turned around and approached his prisoner, riding crop in hand. "Hey, guys," Eric said, mustering as much enthusiasm as he could for his non-existent audience. "We have a very special guest star with us here. today." He grabbed Benji's hair and forced him to face the camera, not that it made much of a difference with him being blindfolded and gagged. "The one and only... Benji Daniels. Benji here recently snuck into a boy's room and tried to rape the poor kid's penis with his mouth, but I know you've all heard that awful story a million times by now."

Eric grabbed the waistband of the older boy's boxers again and prepared to finish the job. "And I know there's been a lot of speculation about what he must look like down there if he gets off on sucking off little kids. Is it tiny? Is it deformed? Well, we're about to find out. In 3... 2... 1..." With two quick slices, the older boy's boxers came loose and were promptly tossed aside.

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Benji was whimpering through his pain, his feet starting to twitch and shake from straining under his weight. But those voices kept snapping him out of the pain, his voice beginning to sound more panicked, "Mmph! Y-yhoh thcmmh!?" No. No, no, no, no, no! They even knew Jake's name!? How could they know that without being from his school!? And that other one's name, Sam? It wasn't possible, it just couldn't be him. Them!

His voice turned into agonizing disbelief as he shook his head, feeling his toes twist and arch as he shrieked out, "Nmmph! Nmhmhmmmm!!!" But when he heard the word action, the restrained teen froze. His head shifted towards the voice with a sharp tingling in his scalp, "HNNPH!?". That voice; so confident yet in a way... playful? Bragging? A tone he'd heard and listened to so many times, and more times in his own head.

Things were moving too fast for him to wrap his head around it, the countdown breaking him from his confusion, "N-NNNNGH!!!" And with the distinctive sound of thin fabric being sliced apart, the last piece of his freedom torn from his body, he was completely naked. On camera. His voice broke out into a flurry of wails, whines, and screams as his face turned beet red, shaking violently as he tried to twist himself and hide his dick from wherever the camera was.

But the only way he could've really hidden his boyhood would involve putting all of his weight against his nipples, and he just couldn't do it. Leaving all 4 of his semi-erect inches exposed for his tormentors to record. Benji had never been embarrassed by his dick, although he hadn't flaunted it like some other cocky boys had in his class. It wasn't big, but he knew it wasn't small either. And he'd actually been quite proud when he'd noticed his first hairs growing, although he only had some light peach fuzz in spots above his dick at the moment. What really had him embarrassed, mortified actually, was that somehow his penis was getting stiff while he was in so much pain and so defenseless.

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"I think he's enjoying this," Sam noted as he briefly lifted the older boy's hardening cock with the tip of his riding crop.

"Yeah, he is," Eric chuckled. "That just goes to show what a fag he is, getting off on publicly exposing himself." He turned to the older boy and grabbed his balls, forcefully but probably not too hard; he didn't want to hurt Benji, not yet, only get his attention. "I got great news for you, fag. Those boxers were the last article of clothing you will ever wear. From now on, you get to be naked 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Just like you've always wanted." The twins stifled a giggle.

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Benji shook his head violently, trying to deny the boy's accusation, "NMMG! NMMH!!!" But all that did was make his nipples pull even harder. And his struggling denial stopped when he felt fingers wrapping around his balls, "Nnph!?" The sudden pain made his legs slap together as he tried to curl away, but he knew he couldn't get away. Not like this. Then something smooth, flexible, but with only so much give brushing up against his sensitive tip, lifting it as it stayed up, "Nnph... hnhnhnnnnph."

The teen's head hung down as the other boy spoke, and he couldn't even imagine living on without clothes. Being constantly nude, exposed to anyone that could see. Even getting called fag. It felt like he'd been sucked into another dimension. But the end of the boy's teasing cruelty, what Benji _thought_ was cruel, he heard something that immediately made him sob out, "Hnnngh..." His mind flashed back to school during lunch, having heard giggles like that one. A pair of giggles, actually. That moment was shortlived though, the pain and heat rising inside him making it hard to focus on anything but the here and now, his body shaking as his erection had reached its hardest, almost 6 inches pointing out, aiming slightly up and bouncing with heated blood.

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"Okay," Sam said. "Posted. Now we just gotta wait for the views and suggestions." He felt a pang of regret for not having his phone on him; the thought of polling Benji's classmates to decide his fate sounded wickedly fun. "Well, until then, we should get rid of that icky hair," Eric said, pointing to the older boy's crotch. "But I can't decide between waxing or plucking."

"Plucking," Sam replied without a moment's hesitation. "He's not going anywhere, so we might as well take our time and enjoy ourselves. Either way, we need to get that boner out of the way." He gazed upon the riding crop in his hand, contemplating the entertaining noises that Benji would make while his cock was being flogged into softness. But then he got a better idea.

He found a nice, suitably heavy lead weight and hooked into onto a metal clamp---like the ones on the older boy's nipples, but wider. He then snapped the clamp onto Benji's cock head. Gravity did the rest.

"Here." Eric offered him a pair of tweezers, then turned to Benji. "There's more stuff we can hang from your dick, fag, so you better keep still and help us weed those nasty little hairs out, okay?" And so the plucking commenced.

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Benji let out a whine as the boy announced the video's posting, but was too busy trying to avoid the pain in his nips to do anything bust stand there. He didn't even know where that video was posted, or who would get it. But he did know for a fact that he wasn't going to get any sympathy from random people online, the internet already being a cruel place for normal people let alone convicted sex offenders.

Hearing the boys' exchange about his pubes made him whimper louder, "Hmhmhmmmmgh..." he didn't try to plead though. Until he felt something even bigger clamping him. He let out a crackling shriek as he felt the clamp biting his exposed tip, "YYYYYYYYY-CKNNNNNNH!!!!!!" It was like his entire mushroomhead was being flattened, the heaviness of the clamp swinging as he bucked and thrashed. The clamp swung violently as his nipples sent tearing pain through his chest, tears falling from his covered eyes and rolling down his cheeks.

The pain made it almost impossible for him to focus on anything, the pounding fire surging through his dick and nipples being the only thing keeping him awake. Even as he tried to steady himself, afraid of what they would do if he angered the demented boys, his voice came out as garbled mumbles, "Hmmngugh... hnlllnnn... hmbngnnmph..."

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The twins spent the next few minutes plucking out every little hair out of their new slave's groin, until it was smooth and hairless like slaves should be.

Afterwards, Sam put on a pair of gloves and grabbed a fistful of a very special gel, used to keep slave ponies permanently hairless. He began rubbing the cool substance all over Benji's groins, before moving onto his dangling balls. "You might experience a burning sensation," he warned dispassionately, cupping the older boy's balls with his gel-covered, gloved hand.

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A flurry of winces and hisses came out as Benji felt every single hair being yanked out around his boyhood, which somehow wasn't as bad as he'd imagined. Probably the other pains that weren't going away, just dulling slightly until he shifted and brought back that deeply stinging pain. Still though, it was beyond mortifying for his pubes to be plucked out, as if denying him that last human part of himself; maturing.

He couldn't see anything, but he could hear that subtle gelatinous stuff getting grasped, then flinched as he felt the sudden coldness of it being sloshed over his freshly plucked crotch. Even that, albeit harsh, relief soon turned painful as the cold surface of the gel began to soak into him, stinging at first. Within a minute though, it felt like his crotch had been lit on fire, and he was screaming in pain again through the ballgag. But his voice was getting hoarse, which was audible even through his muffled screaming, "HA-UHUHUHH! H-UUUUH!"


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"Then... you'll have to show me late---" The cab began to slow down as it pulled into the curb in front of the Seaking Shack. Steven hurried up and clipped the the belt to her thigh; Lisia would find it was a snug fit, but not uncomfortably so, just tight enough to ensure it wouldn't slip when she moves. It was also made of cloth instead of leather, so it wouldn't chafe on her skin. Once the belt was on, he attached the Mega Stone. It snapped into place easily, and Lisia would immediately feel a strange rush of power. She could almost feel Ali's Pokéball in her purse shaking. He'd then hand her the Altarianite to put into her purse.

"Well, here we are," Steven said, paying the driver, unable to shake the thought of those sexy panties he'd caught a glimpse of. He couldn't quite tell what kind of cut they were---though he definitely felt more than a bit of her bare butt cheek as he was putting the belt on---but they were definitely something she picked out with him in mind.

He'd then get out, and offer his hand to help her out of the cab. Just from the outside, she could tell this place lived up to its reputation. Pricy and delicious, definitely, but you wouldn't know it from the decor; the tables, chairs, and walls were all bare wood, not even painted, and meant to look like the inside of a shack on the beach. There was even sand sprinkled about on the floor, with the entire back wall looking like a panoramic photograph of the Unova coastline. All the waiters and waitresses were dressed in Alolan-styled shirts. The food, however... the food looked amazing. "I thought this would be a good compromise between 'nice enough to take your girlfriend' and 'casual enough not to look like you're taking your girlfriend.' Plus the reviews were great," Steven explained. He hoped she liked it.

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Lisia almost let out an audible squeak as the taxi suddenly applied it's brakes. It was like suddenly the entire world would be looking at them or something as she started preening over herself obsessively. Patting down her hat to make sure it was on correctly and fixing her sunglasses to make sure they were close to her face and covering it just the same. She smoothed out the sides of her dress but as Steven finished putting the strap around her upper thigh there was a sudden rush of energy that coursed over her entire body. This time she had to cover her mouth quickly with both her hands to muffle a small moan that escaped her involuntarily. She looked at Steven with wide eyes, unaware what had just happened.

"W-what just---" she was about to ask before being cut off by her handsome date leaning forwards to the front and paying the driver for his services. Grabbing her bag she placed her hand over it, almost feeling Ali's presence as if he knew the significance of the stone that had just been placed beside him. She couldn't wait to get back to privacy and show Ali their new little secret. Even more though, especially with how hot and heavy things had been getting in the back of the taxi, Lisia couldn't wait to get that alone time that Steven had promised her later on. She was slightly disappointed that she had already seen that she was wearing special underwear but she could still wow him with the complete view later.

Having mostly regained her composure minus a certain lingering moistness in a rather private area of her body, the idol in disguise reached out of the car and grabbed Steven's hand. Relying on him to help pull her out of the car which was slightly more difficult thanks to her sundress, she eventually emerged slightly frazzled. She quickly took a second to straighten herself out for the second time now, preening over herself like a tropical bird tending to it's coat of feathers. She flashed him a nervous smile and followed him into the restaurant.

The smell of the ocean immediately washed over her as they entered the popular spot. That was completely okay with Lisia as she had always loved seafood of all kinds as far back as she could remember. She squeezed Steven's hand and nodded. "Nice pick! You know I love seafood and eating at formal restaurants gets really tiring. I actually kinda prefer this kind of thing you know~" It was the truth as well, not just something to make Steven happy with his choice. She would never go so far as to admit this to anyone, but if she was alone and in disguise she would choose the greasy cheeseburger over the fancy beef wellington at least 80% of the time. This place was relaxed and he said it had glowing food reviews so what wasn't to love?

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Lisia's reactions were so hot. Steven was starting to get the impression that her cute little ass, which her idol outfit (and this short, rather form-fitting dress) did a spectacular job of showing off, was actually quite sensitive. Lisia wasn't stupid, she knew what her best asset was, and she'd have likely known that even if her agents and photographers weren't constantly trying to get her to pose in ways that emphasized it for her photoshoots. But just from him touching it the little bit that he did, she's flushed, sweaty, and looking like she wouldn't object to him pulling her into the restroom at the restaurant, bending her over the sink, pulling that dress up, and taking her right there. He had to wonder just how sensitive it really was... and what that meant he could do to and with it later on. Already his cock was threatening to harden just at the thought.

But that could wait. Right now, it was his stomach that was the most demanding of attention; indeed, he didn't even get a chance to eat a proper breakfast, with how quickly Lisia had to sneak out of his hotel room that morning. Such was the life of two celebrities engaging in an illicit relationship with one another that could spell the end of both of their careers if they got caught. And somehow, that just made it more exciting.

He almost laughed at her reaction. "Trust me, I know the feeling," he answered. Part of the reason he became a trainer in the first place was because he wanted to go out and see the world instead of being groomed to one day become the new head of the Devon Corporation. He couldn't believe how much he liked eating and staying at Pokémon Centers instead of fancy hotels and condos. Not enough to stop doing the latter altogether, of course; he still paid the extra money to do so anyway, when that was a viable option instead of just a Pokémon Center in the middle of some route in the middle of nowhere. He just didn't think he'd enjoy the free lodging and food at Pokémon Centers as much as he thought he would, but it turned out you still couldn't quite put a price on privacy.

Still, he was delighted that his choice was a slam dunk. The hostess, with her Alolan shirt, lei, and straw beach hat not terribly different (though obviously not as expensive) from Lisia's froze when she saw who was in line. "Mr.---Steven Stone?" The hostess asked, a little too loudly, and people turned to face them. A few phones came out to take pictures. Steven just laughed it off. "I-I'm sorry, I seriously thought it was a joke when I saw the name on the reservation, I didn't think---"

"What, that I didn't like seafood?" Steven asked, jokingly. "Table for two, near the back like I asked?" The hostess nodded excitedly, and led them both away.

"Who's the girl?" One fan asked. "She's adorable, I love her hair," another fan replied. "Cute dress... isn't that from the latest Boutique Couture catalogue from Kalos?" "Arceus, she's so lucky, I'd kill for a date with him..." "She looks kind of young, though." "Who cares, he's rich and famous, and she looks legal at least. And she's provably rich too."

The whispers would continue until Steven and Lisia were at their table, out of sight. "I'll be right back with some glasses of water, feel free to look through the menu!" The hostess said before scurrying off. Steven pulled out Lisia's chair for her, and then took a seat not across from her, but next to her. It would be easier for them to keep their voices down that way. "If they knew who you were, they'd be jealous of me," Steven whispered to her. "Go ahead, order whatever you want. My treat."

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Lisia's flushed face quickly cooled off as the heat turned on to Steven instead. She smirked to herself as the hostess stumbled over her words with maw wide open and eyes as wide as possible in disbelief. Seeing young girls and women melt over the man she was so infatuated with definitely made her feel slightly jealous but there was something else. It made her feel sorta... special. Here were all of these women of almost any age, looks, build, and ethnicity---with many of them being ten-out-of-tens---that Steven could have technically chosen from. Yet despite everything he had chosen her. That made her smile more genuine.

She managed to mostly ignore the muttering and looks from the patrons, and even managed to not flinch as a few on lookers snapped pics of the pair. It wasn't anything new after all; just another odd reality that she faced as a person that was usually in the public eye. She followed the hostess and Steven to a nice table at the back of the restaurant---about as secluded one could get at a popular restaurant that wasn't necessarily used to hosting celebrities. Of course when you went to a fancy formal restaurant that charged more for it's name than it's food, there were usually completely private spots for VIPs but she appreciated the thought of it none the less.

She bowed her head in thanks to the star-struck hostess as she left the two alone. She beamed at Steven before sliding into her chair and patting the chair beside her playfully as he went to sit down beside her. She blushed and waved her hand dismissively at his comment to her. "No way! Did you see how almost every single girl was fawning over your sudden appearance? You know I'm pretty sure I even saw a wife on a date with her husband swoon a little after stealing a peek~" she teased, giggling aloud as she did so. "Whatever I want? Does that mean you'll let me try some wine?" she stuck her tongue out playfully at Steven, fully expecting him to say no but finding herself funny regardless.

There wasn't much time for a response however as the waitress returned quickly, setting down two glasses of water. Looking towards Lisia, first she smiled what seemed to be a nervous smile. "Um, welcome! M-mister Stone sir, and your lovely company for tonight as well! Thank you for c-coming! May I take your orders if you're ready so I can have the chefs get to it post haste? If not I can come back in a little..." The waitress said. Lisia cleared her throat, having spotted her favorite immediately upon looking at the menu. "I'll have the pan-seared Sea Bass with the radicchio and roasted peppers please!" she declared.

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"Only if it's just one sip," Steven replied, completely seriously. Nobody would get bent out of shape of him letting her taste his wine---what kid didn't just a taste before they were of age?---but they would never let him order a drink for her. Go figure; kids were already allowed to go out and wander the world at ten years old completely unsupervised, as well as essentially gamble. Kids were even having sex at that age and just about everyone knew it. But the red line they couldn't cross, apparently, was drinking alcohol or smoking cigarettes. Maybe they were just worried about what one could get a drunk kid to agree to, in a world where half the population was wearing up to six balls full of potentially city-destroying monsters on their person at any given time.

When the waitress came, Steven flashed that million dollar smile of his. "Lobster with garlic butter sauce, please." His own personal favorite. "And a glass of rosé." Rosé could be dry, but as anyone in Kalos would tell you, it went great with seafood, especially shellfish. When the waitress scurried off, Steven reached for his glass of water, and took a sip. He then set it down, and turned to Lisia. "So, I've... been shopping around for another hotel, trying to find one with two open rooms right next to each other." He sighed. "No luck. With the tournament, there isn't an open hotel room anywhere in the city."

His only other option was to try to find a friend they could trust where they could crash together for a while, but he didn't have any candidates for that. But... "That said, if you become a contestant in the tournament yourself... nobody would think twice about seeing you at a hotel full of other tournament contestants."

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Lisia was joking of course---but only partly. Half of it was just the allure of a forbidden drink that she wasn't allowed to have and of course the other half had to do with looking mature and sophisticated to Steven. She knew him better than to think he would much care about something like that but hey, it hadn't hurt to try anyway. Her head swiveled around the dining room, happy to see that no one was really paying them any mind anymore thanks to the semi-privacy this spot had offered. She almost felt relaxed. Almost.

She had smirked at Steven as he had ordered wine himself, wondering if he had done so out of fondness for the drink or just to tease her. Either way she knew that wine was often paired with seafood so she decided it not important enough to ask about. She thanked the waitress in earnest as she shuffled off and was happy to return her attention solely to the handsome face beside her. She allowed herself to daydream for a moment, imagining herself and Steven in a dimly lit restaurant. He smiled at her from across the table as he skewered a tender piece of meat onto his fork and reached across the table with it, Lisia accepting it into her mouth with an equally sly smile. No one was wearing and disguises and the night was just beginning so the air had a crackling, electric feel to it. Surely after dinner they would walk on a beach under the stars, their fingers tightly entwined with each other, discussing their plans for marriage. Then of course they would return to their couple's suite to... She shook her head, escaping the daydream and internally admonishing herself for almost getting worked up again.

Focusing again on Steven as he began to talk, a small displeased frown appeared on her face as she listened. She tried to hide her disappointment but it was escaping none the less. "Not a single hotel? How annoying..." she complained, complete with an exasperated sigh. She twisted her lips from side to side as she thought about it, somewhat of a habit of hers. "You don't need another reason to convince me at this point Steven. I'm in. Who do I need to call?"

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Steven actually was planning on offering her some of his wine, when he actually received it. Places like this usually didn't bring it out until they brought the actual meal, though, given that it was meant to be consumed with the food itself, though they never did that with beer or a mixed drink. Of course, the point wasn't to get drunk. Steven wasn't much of a drinker. The occasional glass of wine with dinner or maybe a beer at a party was the most he'd ever do. He may have defied most of the stereotypes of 'spoiled rich boy,' being someone who only really dressed the part and occasionally indulged in luxuries while traveling---like fancy hotels and restaurants---but habits like this while eating were one of the things that stuck. Other than that, he was like any other trainer; eating and sleeping in Pokémon Centers on a Route, relying on Skarmory and Fly for most domestic travel---very few Pokémon had the stamina for inter-regional travel or the speed to do so in a reasonable timeframe, and even then, few trainers would be able to hold on for that long anyway; for inter-regional travel, planes, ships, or high-speed trains were the preferred method for trainers just like anyone else---and not shying away from a challenge when issued one in the wild. Really, anyone brave enough to recognize him while he was collecting rocks and challenge him anyway deserved the opportunity, in his opinion.

He frowned, before forcing himself to smile again. He knows the feeling all too well. "I know, I looked everywhere. That's just how these things go. It's the biggest tournament in the League, you know. We're lucky we found rooms at all, between all the other trainers, the fans, and the media renting every spare room in town. Even the Pokémon Centers are booked." He sighed. "I don't exactly know Burgh well enough to see if he'd let us crash at his Gym in town..." And then something occurred to him. He sat straight up, suddenly smiling. "Have you met Iris? She's a friend of Ash's---supposedly she's the one who showed him around Unova, which is probably where those rumors about the two of them started---and she only recently became Unova's Champion, meaning she's a number one seed in the Tournament like me. In fact, her room is straight across the hall from mine at the hotel." Steven grinned slyly. "I've heard she's a fan of yours. She loves Dragon types, and she's a fan of Ali in particular." A beat. "The alternative is to ask May, who is now Hoenn's Champion. She's a bit further down the hall from me, but... well, that also means she's going to figure out about us eventually whether we tell her the truth or not. I guess it depends on how much you trust her. I haven't said a word to her or anyone else yet, and I won't unless you tell me to."

After he laid out their options, he reached for his glass of water to suppress the urge to sigh again. They could keep sneaking around like they were doing now, but who knew how long they could keep that up? Of course, if she became a contestant in the tournament herself, it would have been easier; they were both from Hoenn, and everyone knew how good of friends he was with Wallace and how generous Steven could be with younger trainers he could tell had potential---even May credited him with where she was now as a trainer---so seeing him and Lisia together wouldn't have seemed that unusual to anybody... so long as they could keep their hands off each other in public, of course. "Just tell your agent. They'll take care of the rest. Knowing them, the sheer amount of headlines it will make when the news gets out that the Lisia wants to battle in the tournament will pay for itself. If I remember correctly, Cassidy was supposed to face Misty from Kanto. Unlike everyone else in the tournament except Ash and Brock, she considered it personal and was really looking forward to it. She was almost disappointed when she got caught doping her Pokémon and was disqualified for it. Something about their history with Team Rocket."


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Bryan had never sucked on a cock before. Hell, didn't even jerk before. He was a total virgin. Yet, somehow, he knew what to do. His warm wet tongue traced over Eric's penis. He swirled it around the phallus, and sucked deeply. His cheeks pressing inward touching the sides of Eric's member.

It was delightful, soft, yet hard at the same time. He squished it with his tongue, sucking it down as deep as he could. Eric was just the right size to cause a little gag to happen, but because of the elixir, Bryan had no gag reflex. He was able to take his brother's cock to the hilt as he fucked his mouth.

Bryan started to unbutton his shirt. One wolf called out. "Strip!" Which started a chant from all of the wolfmen. "Strip, strip, strip!"

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Eric was panting as he fucked his brother's mouth, hands on the sides of Bryan's head. He had to keep thrusting, was so desperate to cum in his brother's mouth that he'd forgotten the situation they were in. Before he could cum, the chant to 'strip' started and he barely noticed, continuing to thrust. Just before he could cum though, one of the wolfmen yanked him back. "We didn't say you could get off yet... you strip too."

He was trembling but obeyed immediately, simply doing as he was told. He wanted... needed... to get off right now and if stripping would help him get back to fucking Bryan's mouth then that was fine with him. He tosses aside his shirt and then pulled his pants the rest of the way off. Before he could make a move toward Bryan though he was pushed to the ground and made a yelp of protest, though the wolfman holding him only laughed.

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Bryan craved his twin bother's cock. He whimpered when it was taken away from him. The wolfmen were in charge and the boys had to acknowledge that. Bryan stripped as quickly as Eric did. Soon, both boys were naked as they day they were born.

The elixir would make it so they would not get cold and their feet would be able to walk on rougher surfaces. This was all in preparation from obedience training. Bryan stared up at the wolfman who just shoved Eric down. He wanted to come to his brother's rescue, but couldn't.

The wolfman sneered. "We will bring you to the brink of an orgasm several times before you'll be allowed to cum. You must learn obedience first. Orgasms are only for the obedient. Now, let's get you some collars on. You are our pets. Now, get on your knees and swear an oath that you will be our pets."

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Eric squirmed and struggled. Cum? He didn't know what that meant, but suddenly he WANTED to cum... whatever that was. He knew he wanted something really badly and his cocklet throbbed between his legs. Hands held him in place though and a collar was fitted around his neck as he whined in despair. This was wrong! He didn't want to wear a collar! He didn't want to be a pet!

"But... but I want to cum..." he whimpered as he was pushed down to all fours once again.

The wolfman just smirked, indicating for him to proceed. Damn it... there wasn't any getting out of this. "I swear... I swear to be a good pet, master..." he muttered, looking down and away, ashamed of having to say the words. He'd get them both out of here! They'd escape these freaks. It wasn't like they could make him swear an oath or anything, not one he didn't mean.

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Part of Bryan wanted to make a dash for it before they put the collar on him. But instead he found himself getting on his hands and knees. The wolfmen put a collar on him as well.

Now the wolfmen were not into pain. They preferred their pets to be willing. "So no oath? Don't worry, in time you will give it willingly. But for now, you (Eric) suck your brother's cock. I'll stop you before you go too far." Eric would not get to climax yet.

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Bryan didn't give in and Eric was shocked and ashamed. He'd just had a little taste of pleasure and he was already swearing to be a good pet... was that really all it had taken to get him to agree? He knew somehow that he hadn't even experienced anything yet compared to what was waiting. He felt a moment's irrational jealousy... he wanted to show his brother pleasure too! The moment he did, he was sure Bryan would be in the same position he was, it wasn't like Bryan could resist any better than he... right?

He got on his knees and moved over to Bryan, gently pushing his brother down and moving between his legs. Bryan had a stiffy too, just like he had, and he took a moment to explore it, stroking it between two fingers and then watching what happened and how Bryan responded to the stimulation. The wolfmen laughed and urged him on, encouraging him as his tongue flicked out and tasted Bryan's pricklet for the first time.

It didn't taste bad. He'd thought it would, but it didn't. He held his brother's hips down to make sure Bryan couldn't thrust into his mouth like he had, and then he began to bob his head up and down slowly, taking the smaller boy's dick in his mouth.

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Bryan wondered if he should be resisting, but he wanted this. He didn't understand why, but he wanted this very badly. As Eric helped him into a better position, Bryan found himself looking forward to this. His face was contorted with pleasure as he felt the first flick across his pecker. It was like an electric jolt.

Then he felt Eric's warm mouth take in his boyhood. He moaned. If Eric had not held him down, he would have humped that mouth. And he found that he liked being watched by the wolfmen. The wolfmen didn't let Eric suck too long. They wanted both boys to be horny as hell. The head wolfman pushed Eric back. "That's enough." Bryan whined, wanting more.

Then every wolfman removed his loincloth. Each red cock was hard. "Pick a wolfman you want to suck."

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Eric actually found he liked sucking on his brother's dickie. It made his own throb with pleasure and he loved how Bryan seemed to go wild the moment he started. He held the smaller boy down, taking control yet again but it was short-lived. After a few moments of sucking and licking his little treat, he was pulled away and whimpered in disappointment. Damn it... he was having fun. Why were these people so mean?

Then they started removing their loincloths and suddenly Eric felt very small. His tiny boycock was nothing compared to the monsters in front of him. All of them were erect and pulsing with need, knotted wolfcocks ready to take the boys and breed them. He heard the order, dimly, and knew that there was no point in objecting. He'd promised to be a good pet, maybe if he did what they said then they'd let him find out about this good feeling he'd nearly had.

With some reluctance and nervousness, he made his way over to one of them, picking one who had a slightly smaller member than the others, but this one smirked as he drew near. "Bitch, if you think it'll go easier on you because I'm not as big, you're wrong." The wolfman put a hand on the back of Eric's head and pushed him forward. "Suck it, brat... I'm going to knot in your mouth and make you drink my cum." the wolf added.

Eric gasped but wasn't given the opportunity to push back as the wolfman's cock forced itself against his lips and thrust between them when he tried to open his mouth to protest.

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Bryan also had to choose which wolfcock to suck. He'd rather suck his brother, and quite liked making him squirm and feel good. He paused long enough for Eric to choose the smallest wolfcock. The next to the smallest one, had a rather large knot, and had larger balls.

Bryan paused too long, and the head one bolted out "choose!" Eric was already getting into position. Bryan pointed to the large knotted one.

"We want you on your knees, looking up at your master. Duke may be smaller, but he makes up for it in enthusiasm and the number of times he can cum." talking about Eric's wolf. The group laughed. "Gruff here is not as enthusiastic, but makes up for it in pure cum volume. And his knot gets even bigger than that." Bryan blushed and swallowed hard.

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His legs wobbly, Eric was forced to his knees before Duke, the young wolfman---who probably couldn't be older than twenty or so, though it was hard to judge with them---gripped the back of Eric's head and aggressively pushed him forward. "Don't waste my time trying to lick it, I want to cum down your pretty throat," he growled.

"Mmmph!" Eric let out a muffled cry of protest as the wolfcock was pushed between his lips making his cheeks bulge out like a squirrel with a mouth full of acorns. He tried to argue this treatment and one of the other wolfmen surprisingly looked over and spoke sharply.

"Hey, don't be too rough with him the first time, okay? We don't want to break 'em too badly or they won't be any good to the rest of us." The wolfman grunted and eased off a bit though he looked a bit disappointed.

In the meantime the other werewolf was teasing his cock against Bryan's lips. "Better learn to use your tongue now, bitchboy. I taught your dad real good, now it's your turn, and I bet you'll be as good a cocksucker as he is."

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It was wise to hold Duke back. Because of his enthusiasm, he could get a little rough, and the group wanted the boys to do this to all of them and look forward to it. Gruff pushed his red, throbbing cock to Bryan's lips. Gruff had a nice long nub on the end of his red rod.

Bryan wasn't sure how to lick a cock. He was nervous. He stuck out his tongue and pressed it along the shaft. It wasn't bad at all as he worked his way to the nub. He might even start to like it. But that may be because of the elixir.

He licked only 3 times when Gruff held his head in place and pushed the cock in. He pushed it further and further until his thick knot hit Bryan's lips. Duke did ease off and was trying to establish a rhythm. "That's it boy, take my cock. Take all of it."

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Duke's cock was soon being thrust in and out of Eric's waiting mouth, the boy's head pushed onto the shaft again and again. Despite himself, though he told himself that this was wrong and awful, Eric found himself craving the wolf's cock, his mouth watering every time it was thrust between his lips. Between his legs, his cock was throbbing and he felt like he would cum if he got even a little stimulation but the wolfman wouldn't give him any.

The wolfman's knot was starting to swell and in his position Eric could see it getting larger. He was forced to take that wolf cock ever deeper into his mouth, up past the knot though it was starting to swell beyond what he could handle. All the same, he could taste the wolf's precum now, and something about the taste made his whole body feel hot. Soon he didn't need to be facefucked anymore, he was sucking greedily on his own.

At last though, the wolfman thrust forward to force his knot into the boy's mouth, trapping it there. Eric squeaked but the sound was muffled as Duke's shaft erupted, forcing the kid to take the first load of cum he'd ever tasted right down his throat.

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As Duke forced Eric to take his wolfhood rather enthusiastically, Bryan was having to lick the thick member before him. He licked up and down that red rod, getting little tastes of precum whenever he got to the tip. Every taste made him want more and more.

Soon, Bryan could not help himself. He found himself pushing the throbbing canine cock into his young 9 year old mouth. He began to slide up and down his shaft. Gruff's knot started to thicken. It was huge! it as as big as a fist. Gruff held Bryan into place and pushed his knot past his outstretched lips.

Because Gruff's knot was so big, this was not an easy task. Gruff had to hold Bryan by the back of the head and push in hard. Bryan's jaw hurt just a little as the knot popped past the lips. It was locked in place. His cheeks were puffed out. Gruff would not be removing it until he was done squirting. Shot after shot of cum was oozing down both boy's throats. Each shot made them want it even more. Bryan was gulping it down eagerly.

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Eric gagged, coughing on the thick seed, but he was alright, he didn't drown or choke completely though it was a near thing. His mouth was small and the knot held him in place. Duke smirked. "Yeah, see how our knots work? That'll hold you there for awhile. Now just think it'll feel when it's trapped in your ass, while we breed you."

Eric whimpered but his cock twitched at the thought. He found himself imagining what it would be like to be forced down and mounted by one of these large males, used like a girl and filled with their seed. He weakly tried to shake his head but the wolfman just laughed. "Little slut's already eager for it. We ready to give them a good fuck yet? Break in those boy-butts?"

The one who seemed to be in charge pondered and then shook his head. "Nah, they've got to keep it up and learn their place. Our pleasure comes first and they'd probably cum as soon as you stick it in them. We'll save that until later. Now... when his knot goes down, you'll pick another man and do it again."

Eric just nodded and sat, waiting and breathing through his nose until Duke's erection at last softened enough that he could pull free. He took several gulps of air and the wolfmen let him before he and Bryan were pushed off to other wolfmen and it all started again.

For the next half hour or two, the boys were passed around while the wolfmen made crude comments and laughed at their weakness. Soon, Eric was eagerly sucking and jerking off every cock he could get his greedy hands on, competing with Bryan for who could get the most.

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Bryan's mouth was stretched to the limit with the wolfcock wedged in his throat. The knot firmly in place. He felt jet after jet of thick canine cum shooting down his throat. It was so strange at first. At first, Bryan wanted to fight back, but with each spurt, he wanted more and more.

It seemed to take forever for that knot to dwindle enough for him to push it out. Then the next wolfman took his place. By the time the 3rd wolfman was ready, Bryan was eagerly looking forward it. And the two boys were soon competing to see who could do more.

And the entire time, they wanted their cocks to be serviced. Their partial erections would not go down. They may not know what horny means, but they were horny as hell. "I bet I can suck 2 cocks at once Eric. Can you top that?" Bryan said.

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Eric had a cock in each hand and was jerking them both while he sucked a third. They weren't fucking his mouth this time, but letting him set the pace and he devoured it ravenously, loving how it felt to have that pulsing shaft of wolfcock buried in his mouth. He'd learned the trick of deep-throating quickly and the wolfman with him now was talking about what a natural cocksucker he was. The compliment made him proud as could be.

He turned to his brother the next time he could speak and sniffed. Damn it, did he have to turn this into a competition? Still..."No way can you suck two of them at once! These guys are way too big, you'll never fit more than one." The last wolf hadn't knotted his mouth, instead pulling out and shooting cum on his face so Eric's face was now splattered with sticky seed. it seemed like a bit of a waste, but he didn't mind, he was starting to realize that this was his proper place.

The two wolfmen he was stroking pushed against him and he began to lick their cocks one after another, then together. No way could they both fit in his mouth, which was stuffed full with just one of these big shafts, but he could at least use his tongue to please them, right? "I... I want more, please sir?" he asked the wolfman leader. They must have sucked every cock by now.

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Bryan couldn't help but be a little competitive. He was having fun sucking on wolfcocks. And he wanted to see if he could fit 2 in his mouth. But that would be impossible. He could manage the nubs, but that would be about it.

They did suck each wolfcock at least once. "Yes, more please." Their own cocks were still rigid. "Can I fuck an ass leader? I can cum again. Do you think that they learned their place yet?"

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Eric felt a moment's satisfaction as he watched Bryan try to handle two cocks at once but couldn't. He on the other hand, was leaning to handle one as best he could, already sucking cock like a professional boy-whore until the last of them seemed to finish. Dripping with seed and panting from the effort, he sat back to see what would happen? Was it over? Part of him, the part that was still sane, wanted it to be over, but the rest of him desperately wanted to keep going.

Then he heard one of the wolfmen ask if he could fuck one of them in the ass and his entire body flinched. Somehow he knew... this was his purpose. Being fucked by monsters... by any man who wanted him... was his purpose in life. All other thoughts were forgotten and he spoke up quickly. "M-me! Please, I want it. I want to know what it's like sir, please?" He looked up at the wolfmen hopefully. He loved Bryan, but at the moment he felt like the other boy was competition.

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The elixir had kicked in full force. Both boys wanted to be fucked so badly. They wanted to cum. Granted, most likely the boys would have a decent shot of precum the moment the wolfmen entered their ass. But it would not be a full experience. They would get much more pleasure out of being sucked, wanked, or fucking someone. But the wolfmen knew the boys had not been good enough for that. They needed the boys to know their place, and that meant butt fucking. The elixir would mean they would never need lube or grease or oil. They would be tight every time, no matter how big the cock was. Bryan got on his knees as well. "PLEASE! I need it."

The leader leaned back. "I don't know..." he teased. The wolfmen laughed. "Present yourself on your hands and knees like a bitch in heat. Because that is what you are now. You are here for our pleasure."

Bryan got on his hands and knees and lowered his head in respect. He never wanted something so much in his entire life. His butt pooches out for the first wolf to take him. The leader chose the largest male besides himself to take Bryan. But the leader was bigger and he wanted Eric. Even though the two boys were twins. He fancied Eric more.

The leader got behind Eric and rubbed his nub along the boy's pucker as the other wolfman did the same. "Beg one more time for me. Show me how much you want this."

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Eric's heart was pounding in his chest and he looked up in wide-eyed eagerness. He was going to get his virgin boyhole fucked by one of these monstrous men, and he wanted it so badly it hurt. "I-I'll be a good little boy-bitch master, I promise," he said and swiftly got down on all fours. He remembered watching two dogs mating once in the stables near the village inn and bent forward, lowering his upper body and raising his ass in submission, wiggling his rear from side-to-side in a 'come hither' gesture. "Y-you can use me however you want, master."

The other wolfman got behind Bryan with a grin, nodding his thanks to the pack alpha for letting him take Bryan's virginity. Of course, the kid would be just as tight even after his cherry got popped, but there was a certain status symbol to going first. "Be good, bitch... or we'll let the dogs take you first. Bet you'd love that, huh? Having common mutts breed you. Maybe if you're bad we'll stick you in the kennel for the night and see how many of them raped you by morning."

Eric heard that and shivered. He didn't want to be used by animals. That would be so... so humiliating, and yet his cocklet twitched at the very thought of one of those big dogs ramming a cock up his ass and using him for its release. What was wrong with him?

The alpha wolfman just smirked. "I think this one likes the idea. Maybe it should be a reward, not a punishment." The others laughed and the alpha moved into position to mount Eric. "On three with ram our cocks into these kids at the same time, let 'em know what they exist for now."

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Bryan was usually the one in control. He used to be the one often taking charge and leading the way. But that was all gone. All he wanted to do was to please his masters, and have his ass fucked by the wolfmen. No matter how many times they would be fucked and no matter how big the cocks were; they would be as right as the first time. Bryan found himself wiggling his butt left and right for the wolfman. Then there was talk about having feral dogs take them. He blushed and hated the idea. It would be humiliating and degrading to have feral dogs pump his ass full of cum. And he heard that feral dogs could fuck more often than humans.

But despite this reluctance; his little 9 year old cock was hard as a rock. Would he end up liking it? That seemed like an impossibility. Yet, here he was wanting to be fucked hard by the wolfman---who moments ago, he didn't want anything to do with.

The two wolfmen were lining up; getting ready to penetrate. Bryan was hoping the first time would be slow and easy. Or that the wolfmen would start out less hard. But they were fully formed cocks. Bryan found his ass starting to loosen up.

The first plunge forward, all Bryan felt was a little pinch as the giant canine style cock rammed into him. It was a forceful, hard ram, but slid in effortlessly. It felt so oddly good. In fact, his cock spurted out some precum on that first plunge. The wolfmen laughed. "Look how much that one likes being butt fucked."

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Eric knew what was coming and he wasn't going to just sit there and wait for the wolf cock to penetrate him. Instead, he took the initiative and started to push back against it, cute face scrunched up a little as he felt the pressure against his virgin ass. The wolfman behind him just laughed. "Look at this one, he's trying to put it in himself, the little slut."

Surprisingly he held off, letting Eric push back. He liked the idea of the boy giving up his own virginity, though Eric's inexperience and the angle made things a little awkward, even when he lowered his front end and raised his ass into the air, trying to make it easier to push it in. The wolfman just laughed after the boy's clumsy attempts and thrust forward after a few moments, tired of waiting. "Here, boy... THAT'S how it's... done."

The knotted cock pierced Eric's ass right away, driving deep into his rear and the boy squealed at the sudden discomfort. Even with the lubricant helping him along, it still hurt to have his virginity forcefully taken this way, but what followed was a feeling of fullness unlike anything he'd ever felt before. His ass twitched around the cock and he panted as it slid deep inside. "Aah... oh... i-it's in me... inside... fuck..."

The wolfman grunted at how amazingly tight the boy's ass was, the erection throbbing inside Eric's rear as the wolfman pulled back and pierced him yet again, the boy's legs and arms trembling fiercely as he struggled to stay upright.