Ash's POV

I woke up feeling groggy. I had trouble sleeping last night. I don't know why though. I looked at my clock and it's almost noon. I sat out and got out of bed, gone through my daily morning routines, brushed my teeth, and ate breakfast. Then I remembered, Mom definitely told me to go to the grocery store last night when I got home. Putting on my hat, I went out the door.

I walked through town, passing by the grocery store and into Viridian Forest. Well, I could do the groceries later anyway. Right now, I still have to train so I can beat Cinnabar Gym. I'm supposed to go there today but it seems like now's not the right time. I could still use a little more training before I go there and the perfect place to train is in Viridian Forest.

Gary's POV

Where the hell is he? I told him to come by at noon. This thing had better not worn off!

Then I heard a rustling at the nearby bushes.

Ash's POV

I found a good spot, the spot I was in last night and sat by a stump. I was thinking what Pokemon should I train to use on the gym battle when from out of nowhere, Gary suddenly appeared.

"Nice of you to show up," he said.

Huh? Why the heck is he here? I have no time for this. I have to train.

"Go away, Gary. I'm here to train for my gym battle tomorrow. I don't want you messing me up," I told him.

"I don't think you'd like that, Ashy-boy," he said grinning. "I think you'd like me to stay here. You want me here. Now come bow at my feet, slave."

I looked at him confused. What the hell is this guy talking about?

"Just get the hell out of here, Gary," I shooed him off.

Knowing Gary, I know that he wouldn't leave. So instead, I was the one who walked off. I was about to leave the spot when Gary suddenly stomped his feet. He stomped it so hard that I can't help but look back.

"Don't turn your back on me you fucking slave! Get back here and serve me! And don't ever fucking backtalk to me again!" he commanded.

What the hell is he talking about? I felt so infuriated that I was about to punch him and then suddenly, I got very dizzy. Everything seemed to slow and get darker. And then it dawned on me. Gary is standing in front of me. I had never wanted anything so badly in my life. His words were just so powerful... so powerful that all I wanted to do is to obey him. I want to kneel before him and be his slave to command. And that, I did.

I walked over to him slowly and when I finally felt his strong aura, I couldn't help but kneel down and bow at his feet. I was definitely awestruck.

Gary's POV

Ash finally bowed down to me. What the hell is with him? Did the effects of the hypnosis become weaker? I guess he still hadn't realized that I am his master. That should be it. I should train him so he will never talk back to me again.

"How dare you talk back to me like that slave?" I said as I kicked him.

He whimpered but he did not move. "I am terribly sorry, sir. I didn't know what came over me. Please forgive me and punish me for being such an insolent and stupid slave."

"Okay then, slave. I want you to strip. Strip so you can feel the humiliation on your body. And why the heck are you even wearing clothes in the first place? In my presence, you should always be naked. Only people wear clothes. You are nothing more than a slave, you do not deserve to wear anything," I scolded him.

"Yes, sir," he said.

"And stop calling me sir. I am the greatest Pokemon Master of all time; I want you to call me master. Got it, slave?"

"Yes, master."

Ash then started to strip himself. He removed first his hat, and then his jacket and shirt, next his pants, exposing his boxers but after that he stopped.

"What the hell are you stopping for, slave? I said remove all of it!"

Ash did not move for a moment and looked hesitant. But after a few seconds, he gave in.

"Yes, master."

He then proceeded and removed his boxers, revealing his five inch dick dangling. I laughed as I looked at him.

"Look at that! What is that thing hanging between your legs! It's so small! Hahaha!"

After my hearty laugh, I then sat on a stump so I could think of other things to further torture and humiliate him.

Ash's POV

I can't believe that Master Gary is seeing my penis. I feel so ashamed that he can see my inferiorities. Still, I have to make up from what I've done earlier. Back talking against master is definitely wrong. I didn't know what came over me earlier though that I had to shout at him like that. This is just what I deserve.

I was pondering over my behaviour earlier when master finally gave me an order.

"Okay slave. I came all the way here just to see you. I'm very tired and I need a massage."

"Yes, sir!" I exclaimed loudly.

I finally got to touch Gary Oak! I hurriedly ran behind him, eager to touch his thick back muscles when he stopped me.

"No, not there slave," he said as he moved, sat back on a log and rested his feet at the stump. "Here."

"Yes, sir," I said, panting from excitement.

I approached the tree stump slowly, thinking if this was just a dream. But it wasn't. It was all too real. I reached my hand into one of his boots and waited if I would wake up. But I didn't. This is real. My stomach squirmed just thinking of this thing happening.

I pulled the boots off slowly, relishing the feeling, and feeling the warm air flow out of it. I got a quick whiff of the interior and lost it – it was like my first shot of heroin. I pushed the boot against my nose and inhaled deeply, taking in my master's musky, manly, hot, sweaty, addictive smell over and over again. It was so hot and thick... and powerful.

It feels so right doing this – being a slave, enjoying my masters thick and musky aroma even it was just his shoes. I inhaled it until there was no trace of the smell left. I then turned back my attention once more to his feet.

His feet were covered in black socks and they were just so... big. I can feel my saliva oozing out of my mouth with just the idea of touching it. But when I was about to reach out and grab one, he suddenly stopped me.

"Not yet slave," he said. "Thank me for allowing you this opportunity first. And every time I order you to do something, you must thank me for it, you got that, slave?"

I bowed down once again in front of him. How stupid was it of me to even forget doing that? Good thing my master is very considerate.

"Yes, master. Thank you for allowing me to worship you and be of service to you like the slave I am."

"Good dog. Now, get back to work," he ordered, wiggling his feet.

I slowly wrapped around my hand at one of his sock and I instantly felt precum ooze out from my dick. I do not mind though since master is the one seeing me.

His socks were a little damp, probably due to the sweat. His sock was tinged with the musky, sweaty, manly scent that marked him as my master. I pushed my nose into it and I can feel my dick about to burst just from the smell. I felt the outline of his feet, the soft fibres rubbing against my hand. Finally, I pulled off his socks.

No Christmas present or any other could compare.

His feet were even bigger up close and the smell was even stronger... and powerful. I started rubbing the tope sole of one of his foot, feeling his warm skin against my fingers. I heard him groan with pleasure as I rubbed more and more – his pleasure only fuelled my fire. The happier he was, the happier I was. I have to step it up a notch. Leaning in, I opened my mouth and closed it around his big toe.

If the smell was heroin, the taste was oxygen.

His feet tasted salty, musky, yet sweet. It was very pleasurable to the taste that I can get addicted just from licking it. I continued to rub his feet while massaging his toe with my tongue. As I continued, I took in more – now all of his toes are inside my mouth. I heard him groan even louder with pleasure the more my tongue caressed his soft foot. I continued on, now rubbing both of his foot while my mouth changed from left foot to the right, still focusing on massaging and cleaning my master's toes.

I kept sucking and rubbing down both his feet, loving every second of the pleasure I was giving him. I could've gone forever just like this, just even licking his feet was enough to satisfy my hunger. But after what seemed way too short of a time, he pulled away.

"Good work, slave," he praised, sighing from my massage. "Now fall asleep until I call you out again. I need to figure out what to do with you first."

I felt my body instantly hit the ground.