Hey all! Next chapter goes up when I get a few more reviews. Sooo, yeah. I'm blackmailing y'all. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review! Yeah, I know. That's all authors here ever ask for. I'm just asking again, cause yeah... I'm really conceited and such, and I need other people to tell me how great I am. Or, alternatively, how I'm not so great (but if you say that, tell me how to improve). Yup, here goes. For those of you who mysteriously didn't read the first 2 chapters, Gary and Ash had a bet hinging on their Pokemon match. Loser works for the winner for a full 24 hours. Gary confessed his (lust?) for Ash to Ash, thinking he was an anonymous other trainer. So now Ash knows his desire for Gary is mutual, he wants to bring it into the open (indirectly, cause he's shy like that) and Gary's determined to get Ash one way or another. The only problem is, when they think of sex, neither one can picture being the uke (submissive partner, bottom) ever.
At 8:30 AM the following morning, Ash returned from the forest. He had awoken at 7 to walk Pikachu and drop him in Brock and Misty's care, and was very tired already from his early-morning hike. The air was foggy and wet, and Ash shivered as he trudged towards the Pokemon Center. His shoes were soaked through from the early-morning fog, and his clothes were slightly damp as well.
He reached the front of the Pokemon Center at exactly 9:00, and sat on a bench, shivering and waiting for Gary to arrive. He would have thought his rival would have been out there, a little early even, just to maximize his time humiliating Ash. But as the minutes passed, Ash came to a realization. 'He's making me wait, isn't he?' the young trainer thought, blushing. 'Just to prove that my time is his.' "That bastard!"
"Who's a bastard, now?" A smooth voice arrived from behind Ash. "I sure hope it's not me. That would be... embarrassing." Gary circled the bench, smirking down at Ash. "Before we start, my Ashy-boy, a few ground rules. For every time you disobey me, an hour is added to your time as my slave. You will also give the answers I want you to give, for each question that another person answers. If I hold up one finger to you, that means the answer should be 'yes'. Two fingers means 'no'. But you need to elaborate on that a little more than the basic one word. You're a creative guy, you can figure that out. But it should always make me look good. Oh, yes, in public you will occasionally slip the word "sir" into our conversation. Just a little bit deferential- it's weird if you're all brainwashed and shit- but you're going to submit to me. I don't want a scene. Call me whatever you want in private, though. 'Sexy Beast' and 'Delight of my Eyes' should work..." Ash grimaced, and Gary smirked again. "I'm joking! I'm joking! Any questions, my little Ashy-boy?"
"Ashy-boy? LITTLE? Really?" Ash asked.
"I'm looking down on you, am I not? And Ashy-boy's just a pet name. I fully intend to carry it over past this day. Now, I'm feeling a little tired and tense. Follow me to my room above the Pokemon Center."
Back in Gary's little room above the center, a steaming tub of water awaited. "Ash. Wash my feet," Gary ordered. "Use this pumice stone to clean them. Then, take the file and get my nails clean."
"Any real reason for this?"
"I'm being nice to you here, Ashy-boy. You get half an hour. Then I expect a foot massage... with your mouth."
Ash jerked back in disgust. "You can't be serious."
"Never more so in my life. Get cleaning." Gary didn't really know why he wanted Ash to do this. Maybe to test him, show that he was going to obey his rival completely for the day.
Ash applied himself to Gary's feet with a vengeance. They were actually near-perfect already, not disgusting in any way. In fact, Ash was relatively sure Gary had cleaned them beforehand, as well, which definitely earned him major points from Ash. He didn't seem to want to disgust Ash or force him to do anything truly awful just for kicks. This was probably just more of what Ash already knew- Gary liked his friend best a little humiliated and on his knees. Kinky bastard. Still, Ash intended to sterilize them as much as he could before his mouth went anywhere near those feet. Finally, Gary's feet were soft and perfect.
"Ash? Your half an hour is totally up. Get massaging. And while you get busy on my feet, I think I'll watch some other people get busy on screen. You don't mind, do you? Oh wait, I forgot. You don't get a choice." Gary clicked the remote's button and a very busty woman began to bounce up and down on a porn star's cock. His hand idly wandered to his pants and began rubbing.
Despite the nakedness on the screen, Gary wasn't really aroused. He was just putting on a show for Ash. Although he was a hormonal teen, the busty women and their gorgeous bodies weren't really turning him on. For Gary, this was a first. He was, after all, Gary Oak. Girls lined up to get it on with him. And his penis had never failed him before. But that special something about the porn stars' butts wasn't nearly as adorably tempting as Ash's. Man, the ass on that kid... Gary's eyes sneaked down. Ash was folded over at the waist, kneeling by Gary's feet. His teeth rubbed up and down the soles of the feet, creating delicious tinglings that shot straight to Gary's cock and (finally!) stiffened him. Then Ash seemed to sense Gary's eyes on him. He rolled his eyes up to Gary's, looking so innocent in his supplicating pose that Gary nearly orgasmed right then and there.
Gary's hands traveled faster up and down his cock. But now, he was only pretending to watch the women and their lovers. Instead, he stared down at Ash as he licked and nibbled at Gary's feet and ankles. Even through the other scents in the room, he could smell Ash's faint citrusy aroma. It acted like a drug to Gary, who closed his eyes and retreated to his fantasy world.
Fantasy-Ash began to lick and nibble just above Gary's ankles. Slowly, he kissed his way up the inside of Gary's thighs, murmuring against the skin until Gary thought he would go mad from the sheer pleasure of it. When he reached Gary's crotch, he began to work his way out along Gary's shaft. He whimpered in desire as he reached the older boy's swollen head. Gary reached out and grabbed Fantasy-Ash's hair, tilting his head back until their eyes met.
"Is there something you want?" Gary leaned forward, nearly kissing Fantasy-Ash on the forehead, then pulling back.
"You know what I want." Fantasy-Ash looked mildly irritated.
"No. Say it." Gary traced the contours of Fantasy-Ash's face.
"FOR CHRIST'S SAKES!" Gary's dream dissolved, focusing in on the real Ash, who was less than an inch away from his face. "I said what I want, Gary. It's not to come face-to-head with your penis. Nothing like that. I want a TOOTHBRUSH! I bet there's jerk cooties all over me!"
"They're crawling down your gullet, loser. Careful they don't come out the other end- I hear that hurts. There's a toothbrush on the counter. Toothpaste, too. I just need to... go take care of some business." Awkwardly, Gary walked over to the bathroom.
Ash crossed to the counter Gary had indicated. A toothbrush and toothpaste did indeed lie on the counter, along with a gift-wrapped package and a note.
We'll be using these. Don't open them without me. Can't wait!
-Gary, your Master
A flood of apprehension passed through Ash. This couldn't be good. Not if Gary seemed at all excited.
"You've got to be kidding me!" A silver chain and a blue scarf-like thing lay out on the cabinet. "These can't be what I think they are!"
"They're probably not. Just trust me." Gary wrapped his arms around Ash from behind, expertly tying his hands in front of him but leaving a few feet of loose chain dangling.
"Now what? You tie me up, what comes next? A blindfold and possibly a little rape, s&m style?"
"No, no, Ashy-boy. Nothing like that. Just a simple little battle. I'm going up against a really experienced trainer... you can't expect me to do that without a little incentive! Plus, I'm not gonna lie... it'll be pretty cute, seeing you all tied up. In public, too!"
"So...what? I'm your new cheer squad? Do I have to blow you or whatever it is they did when you won? I don't think so!"
"No, no, Ashy-boy. Just one of your kisses. I win, you rush me and give me a big kiss. I lose, just stay in the shadows and we'll do the kiss later. I'll untie you when we get there. But on the way, I'll enjoy your blushes. Now follow me." Gary tied the scarf around Ash's lower face, effectively gagging him but still leaving him recognizable. "Only a few blocks thataway. I'll hold your chain."
Gary lead Ash down the stairs, keeping to the shadows in the corners of the Pokemon Center. Ash was terrified. What if he was recognized? His life would, surely, be over. This terror was nothing to the one he felt when he emerged into the bright sunlight. He tried to skulk again in the small shadows, but Gary always pulled him back into the sun. So he simply stuck close to Gary. Hopefully no one would notice his currently-bound state. Still, a few people did double-takes, and Ash's face was flame-red.
Ash tried to hint to Gary that the older trainer should put his arm around him and shield him from the gazes of others., but Gary didn't seem to understand. So Ash lowered himself to a crouch, flicked Gary's arm aside with his head, and insinuated himself into Gary's arms. Somehow, he felt safer there.
Gary finally caught on to what Ash was trying to do. He wrapped his arm securely around the smaller trainer, pulling him into his side. He was thoroughly delighted by this show of trust from his Ashy-boy.
Suddenly, a shock of fiery red hair began weaving its way towards them through the crowd. It was unmistakably that of Ash's friend, the water Pokemon trainer, Misty. Ash noticed his friend just before Gary did. He nudged Gary's side, jerking his head towards Misty. Gary looked up and his eyes widened in pure shock.
Gary's mind was spinning. Should he humiliate Ash by leading him past Misty? It could totally break him (at least for the day, afterwards he could explain). But it could also destroy his trust in Gary. That was not a risk Gary would take. Maybe he liked seeing Ash a little humiliated, but absolute misery was really not his thing.
"Turn your head towards my chest, Ashy-boy." Ash immediately obeyed, burying his face in Gary's embrace. Gary then threw his big jacket over the pair of them, jerking Ash's gag down so that it was more like a slightly damp neckerchief. Then he enveloped Ash in his arms as tightly as he could and began to try to walk casually. It was a failed endeavor.
"Hey, isn't that Gary? I wonder if he's seen Ash." Brock, apparently, was with Misty.
"Why don't you just ask? GARY! Hey, Gary!" Misty began to move towards Gary and the paralyzed Ash. Gary acted quickly. He had only one idea, but that was better than nothing.
Ash found himself dragged into a dark alley at top speed and thrown against the wall. Then Gary leaned towards him, shielding him from the street. Their lips met, but this was no chaste kiss.
Ash felt something strong and soft moving against his mouth. He opened his lips, allowing Gary's tongue to gain entrance, but didn't respond to the kiss. As Gary's tongue explored his mouth, Ash could feel the other trainer getting impatient.
"Work with me, dammit!" Gary pulled away long enough for Ash to take a breath. "Can you see? Are they watching us?"
"Yes. They look kind of disgusted, but I don't think they know it's me."
"Keep your head down. We'll outwait them."
Gary's mouth moved down Ash's neck. Every few steps, it nipped or sucked at the sensitive skin, making Ash moan against Gary's shoulder. Ash's arms were around Gary's neck, and the silver chain dangled, forgotten. Suddenly Ash's head began to twist against Gary, almost like the younger boy was writhing in pain.
"Are you okay?"
"I want your mouth... up here... on my mouth, not my shoulder! Hey, are you giving me hickeys?"
"Well, you are mine today." Gary obeyed Ash, moving back up to his rival's mouth and nipping delicately at the lower lip. Inside, he was chuckling a little. Ash was perfect and needy. In the moment, his body was shaking and he gasped out his breaths. He seemed to have forgotten any rivalry between the two of them.
A voice drifted towards them in the alley. "I really need to talk to Gary. He's not getting away! I think he knows where something- or someone-I want is. I'm going in, fangirl makeout session or no fangirl makeout session." Misty took a step towards Gary and Ash.
Gary glanced behind him. Misty approached. In front, a dead end loomed, no doors or anything. No escape. "Quickly! Step behind this Dumpster!" Ash and Gary slipped behind the giant metal Dumpster. Gary stripped off Ash's hat and jacket, rolled up the sleeves of Ash's T-Shirt, and fully released Ash's hands.
Ash found himself lying on the ground, Gary on top of him. "I'll stay on top," hissed Gary. "Start grinding up against me." Obediently, Ash arched up against the bigger trainer. The friction felt so delicious against his cock that he began to whimper, and then moan. "Perfect. Keep going. Oohhhhhh..." Gary was hard as well, now, and his moans mingled with Ash's.
The sounds, to Misty, suggested that sex was going on behind the Dumpster. She peeked around- yes, two faint silhouettes moved up and down in sync. Her face took on an expression of deepest disgust. As silently as she could, she fled the scene, dragging Brock with her.
Gary heard Misty's fading scream of "Ewww!" with satisfaction. "She's gone, Ashy-boy. We can get up now."
"Nooo, keep going!" A note of real pleading crept into Ash's voice.
'If this is what a makeout session does to him, what will real sex be like for my Ashy-boy?' Gary thought. A tingling sensation crept up his legs, heading for his crotch. 'Well, me too.' The two trainers' lips met in a prolonged kiss.
"Nidoqueen, I choose you!" The adorable brown Pokemon leaped forward from his ball. "Go, Nidoqueen, go!" Both Gary and his opponent-Ash couldn't tell who it was from his vantage point- were down to their last Pokemon. The other trainer's Snorlax was nearly exhausted. "Nidoqueen, skull bash!"
The rhino-like Pokemon simply bounced off the huge, fat Snorlax, doing more to stun itself than the other. "Tackle!" Same result.
Gary glared at the gigantic Snorlax. "Fine! Nidoqueen! Hyperbeam!"
The other voice was strangely familiar. "Snorlax! Hyperbeam!" The Snorlax glared back at it's trainer. It had not perfectly obeyed the master throughout the match. Like maybe it didn't really belong to the trainer at all. Nidoqueen's Hyperbeam hit it, knocking the giant Pokemon off its feet.
"Snorlax is unable to battle! The winner is... Gary Oak, the challenger from Pallet Town!" Cue Ash.
Ash ran out from behind a pillar, leaping into Gary's arms as the other trainer swung him in a circle. Finally (Ash could hardly wait) their lips met once again. But what was just shaping up to be a beautiful kiss was cut short by an unwelcome voice.
"To protect the world from..." Jesse's eyes widened as she saw Gary and Ash.
"Aww, it's twerp love! Adorable!"
"But they're not listening! It's horrible!" James arrived onstage.
"Their disrespect we will repay!"
"But how?" James looked down on the pair.
"We'll steal a twerp! Up, up, away!" An arm reached out from the side of their balloon and dragged Ash away from Gary.
"GARY!" Ash writhed in the grip of the arm and reached down for his rival.
Jesse smiled. "Here's the deal, you little trainer."
"Know your boyfriend's in no danger."
"That doesn't rhyme!" Meowth looked accusingly up at James. "I ain't here for bad poetry, hear me?"
"That was just... umm... slant rhyme. You know, like Emily Bronte?"
"Emily DICKINSON, you idiot. And here on Team Rocket, we don't go in for Dickensian-style villainy. We're more fashionable... fabulous... do better next time, James."
Before Gary could do anything, the balloon was gone, taking Ash with. In its wake, a piece of paper in an envelope fluttered to the ground. It was a ransom note.
Twerps,
We have your friend, Ash. We will exchange him for his Pikachu. Otherwise, we send him to the Master and it's out of our hands. Don't even try to rescue him. You have four hours to meet us at the big willow tree at the park.
-Team Rocket
Gary examined the envelope for a clue as to where Team Rocket might be going with Ash. It didn't take him long to find- it was written on the top left-hand corner of the envelope.
Team Rocket (Jesse, James, and Meowth)
The Secret Hideaway, 42 Johto Lane.
The return address. But how to get there? Gary spotted a Poke-ball lying on the ground where Ash had been lifted. He threw it into the air, and a gigantic orange dragon-type- Charizard- appeared out of thin air.
"Charizard! Ash's been kidnapped and we need to go now! We only have four hours to rescue him!"
Charizard snorted and lowered his neck for Gary to climb on. In typical hero style, boy and dragon winged off into the sunset.