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PokeSlave Trainer

Chapter Five "Lancelot"

It was an unsettling experience for my surroundings to change, feel as if my very essence was changing and find myself in an unknown place. I felt so helpless having no control over my life. At a whim, I could be called upon to serve. That was how my life was going to be until I somehow got myself free of the pokeball and Morgan.

As I felt my body starting to materialize, I prepared myself mentally and physically for what I had to do.

Resisting Morgan's orders were ultimately futile as I had learned in the past. Pain and punishment awaited until it was too much that I acted on my own free will to do as she commanded. If I did ignore the pain and threats of punishment, there was no point as she could use magic to force my body to move as I watched as a helpless passenger in my own body as it moved against my will or when she placed me in an state similar to be drunk where I obeyed and only realized what I had done afterwards.

I had learned that resistance was ultimately futile. At least, until I managed to get myself freed from the pokeball and Morgan's clutches.

Besides… Obeying didn't seem too bad. At least for now… I hadn't been forced to do anything too serious that went against my consciousness such as performing a horrendous act. The only things I have been forced to do so far have been… humiliating.

It felt incredibly good to obey. The pleasure of obedience had also been engraved into my body, soul and mind. On some level despite my best efforts, I had become addicted and actually preferred over the pain and punishment for disobeying.

My body fully materialized and I was finally able to see my new surroundings outside of my pokeball. I found myself in a small room that didn't look anything special.

I looked at my sister as I had been trained so far since my capture for orders. Yet, despite my best effort my eyes slipped down from her eyes to glancing at the… THING that I had spent so long down on my knees licking and swallowing its delicious contents and inhaling the wonderful smell that it emitted. My face went red when I realized the thoughts that were going on in my mind.

"Art," said Morgan, snapping me out of my musing. She threw a Pokeball. "Say hello to another member of my Harem."

I watched with curiosity at who else was part of Morgan's Harem, and my fellow comrade/prisoner. The white light started to take shape and I was about to greet them when…

The thick masculine musk assaulted my nose. It was so potent that a flash of a tinny metallic taste in my mouth and I started to drool a prodigious amount of saliva. What I saw was a magnificent sight. I saw an exquisite specimen capturing the idealized male physique. The most beautiful thing about him being his absolutely dominating presence.

"Come here." A deep, bassy grunt vibrates from deep within his chest.

Before I had a chance to realize it, I was down on my knees and shuffling my way towards the magnificent cock. It was only when I was between the stud's legs that I recalled where I was.

Yet, where I was and what I was doing didn't matter for too long.

I stared every glorious centimeter of the magnificent cock in exquisite detail; every vein, ridge and bulge throbbing in time with the adonis' powerful heartbeat.

"Suck it." demanded the masculine voice.

As much of a feast for my eyes as the sight of the cock was, there was no point in just staring at it when I was commanded to use the potent symbol of masculinity. I got down and stared to work the sensitive flesh over with my mouth. I moved along the length of dick, shifting between long, wet licks from stem to stern, planting my lips against the more sensitive features, and sucked.

It was not long before I smelled and tasted the most beautiful thing in the world. My eyes wondered when I recalled I had just seen the tip of the iceberg as that had been the pre-cum. The magnificent cock and in front, the heady musk lacing the air was just the appetizer. A needy fire deep within my loins burns all the hotter now that I was so close to such a powerful source of raw virility that could deliver the real good stuff.

When I finally looked at the base of the monstrously huge cock, I couldn't help but stifle a needy groan; proudly on display between the heavily muscled legs sat a weighty pair of balls. I tentatively reached a hand towards the smooth sack to heft the weight of one of the globes.. They were so heavyJust one of his balls completely dominating the size of my hand. This was also the source of the most delicious tasting and smelling food I was likely going to ever partake in my life.

This treasure's virile contents churned as I groped the sensitive flesh, every subtle squeeze drawing a deep, contented groan from above me.

Suddenly, I smelled something and I sniffed. My nose led me away as I somewhat reluctantly withdrew my hands from the stud's treasure. I smiled as my eyes tracing the smell found what I had been waiting all this time, starting to form.

I quickly, but gently slide my hands over the tip of the stud's cock. After I touched a wet and sticky liquid, I brought it up to my face. One whiff of the liquid coating my fingers and before I know it, I licked every last trace of the watery goodness.

I moaned in pleasure. The pre-cum, I could imagine, couldn't compare to the cum that I eagerly awaited. It had to be more delicious in every manner. I dared to say many times better, or at least I hoped so.

The tang of pre-cum coating my digits only lasts a few scant seconds; in no time at all, the majority of it is gone, and I sucked the last traces of its flavor from my skin.

"You have not attended to my cock for long enough," growled the stud. "Return to it and resume your work!"

"Of course, sir." I replied while smiling and I opened my mouth to take in the wonderful living straw that offended the greatest food in the world.

I bobbed up and down on the cock while licking with my tongue and sucking. If I ignored the groans of pleasure then I could literally feel the stud's happiness as touched the bulging veins that subtly rose and sank as blood pumped through pressure coursed through the throbbing maleness.

In only a matter of seconds, I've suckled and licked every drop of pre-cum from his cock. What appeared next made me smile. The pre-cum being replenished came out in greater concentrations and the condensed taste reflected it. My taste buds became drenched in the ambrosia that they demanded. Humming happily, I turned my mouth into a vacuum cleaner and my tongue into mope to extract and devour.

"Suck harder! Lick faster!" commanded the stud in between groans and moans as he grabbed my head and pushed down to force my head down onto the base of his cock.

If it had been any other time, I might have considered killing the stud, but I couldn't even dare thinking of doing such a thing right now. It would rob the world of the newest delicacy. I just endured only for the stud's seed.

When I started to withdraw to take a grasp of air, the grip pushed my face right back into the base of the meaty dick

"Do a better job!" demanded the stud angrily in frustration.

I am going to ki- I gasped in disbelief at what I had just been thinking about. What I even considered for a moment was wrong! Not, that was a gross understatement. It went against my morals that made me the King of Knight, a paragon to chivalry.

The thought of using violence was an absolutely last resort. I needed to show that I lived up to my reputation as the Knight of Knights. So, I happily get back to work slurping at the tangy, masculine flesh that my face is being pushed against.

Somehow, I managed to do several things that I wouldn't have been able to do under normal circumstances. I managed to suppress my gag reflex, breath through my nose even when I was sucking and licking at the same time.

My ears were soon treated to the sound of the stud vocalizing his pleasure, long, drawn out grunts and groans building deep in his stud's grunts of approval melt into a strangled exhalation. It was proof that I was doing an excellent job.

"I'm about to… Argh!" He screamed as I was pushfully shoved down into his cock.

I was about to angrily berate the stud when... HEAVEN ARRIVED! The delicious cum I had been waiting all this time, and working hard for the stud's cock to spurt finally entered my mouth. I devoured the cum as the delicacy failed to capture how good it tasted. It tasted and smelled so good that nothing in the world could compare!

Just as the stud's cum started to taper down, I was able to embark on the journey of triggering a second blast when I was hit by something that caught me by surprise. I felt a wave of pleasure hit me and it didn't come from my mouth or nose that basked in the flavor or scent of the released ejuculation. It came from me and right between my thighs.

"Nnnngh!" I screamed in bliss as the pleasure hit me, but I didn't stop trying to suck and lick.

The pleasure of my orgasm was marvelous, but it couldn't compare to what I felt when my mouth and nose delivered to me when the stud climaxed. I desperately tried to start the second round when my high hit my mind and I started to feel pleasure overwhelm me.

What I could only think about was the magnificent cock as my vision darkened and I started to lose control over my body.

- O -

"How was it? Did you enjoy your former king sucking your cock?" asked an amused Morgan.

"If I had been the same person before becoming your Pokeboy then I might have tried to kill you, Master," said a familiar tone in a faux-angry tone. "But, you changed me, and I loved it."

I groaned as my eyes fluttered open. Those voices I just heard. Were they from my dreams or a conversation took place just as I was waking up? The easiest way was to ask for answers.

When I tried to speak my mouth couldn't open. I felt something in my mouth. I reached for what could be inside my mouth, stopping me from speaking when I discovered that my hands were behind my back and refused to move. My wrists pulled against something that held them together.

"It seems Art has finally woken up," remarked the ever familiar voice of my Master.

"Let's try out if Art has fallen for me yet," said another familiar voice.

I didn't know what happened next. It was all a blur. The only thing I remembered was finding myself with a plugged mouth pressing against something and groaning in frustration.

"Hello, Your Majesty." The familiar voice spoke from above me. "It seems that Art has fallen."

Your Majesty? I wondered in confusion.

No one called me that unless they were my loyal subject… My eyes for a moment were attracted to the irresistible smell and magnificent cock until I heard a chuckle and looked up the stud, no I shook my head, the man before me. This time I was not affected by the musk filling the air and thought only about… I blushed.

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and made a horrifying discovery as my face became pale.

I wanted to deny it… That I was not looking at the man that had once been my strongest knight before being forced to choose between a forbidden love or serving the King that he had sworn fealty to. It was Sir Lancelot of the Lake who's two thighs I was looking up from.

"You were not my first Pokeslave. Lan came before you. He resisted just like you're trying too, and I completely broke him," said Morgan in a seductive tone as her hands ran over Lancelot's chest. "Isn't that right, Lan."

"Yes, and you remade into the powerful and intelligent Pokeboy I am today." replied Lancelot. He kissed Morgan before releasing her lips and turned to me. "I am your Alpha, the one that is responsible for your training and wellbeing when Master is busy."

He undid the gag, silencing me and I was about to interrogate him when my eyes turned towards and drawn towards his…

My eyes widened and I bit my lips in disbelief! What was I thinking?! It was shameful enough that I had given a blowjob, under the influence of musk I must say, but it didn't change the fact what I had done. What made it even worse was despite not being under the influence of pheromones, I still wanted to suck Lancelot's magnificent…

No! I cannot! I screamed in my mind while desperately trying to banish any thoughts about my knight's penis.

Morgan leaned over. "Suck, Art," she whispered into my ears. "Be a good girl and pleasure your Alpha."

I wanted to resist. It was wrong to have a sexual relationship with my former knight… My breath hitched as I felt a prick of pain, and instinctively I knew if I didn't obey Morgan then I would be punished. I closed my eyes and leaned towards Lancelot's cock. As I do so, I felt pleasure radiate through my body in reward for my obedience.

My conflicted mind that still debated if I should disobey to show my resistance or obey to avoid punishment and enjoy the sweet reward just froze up when my tongue touched the tip of a penis. A delicious taste exploded on my taste buds and an irresistible smell that I wanted to breathe in made my face come ever so closer…

No! What am I doing again? I must resist…

What happened next was a blur. I could remember the gag and handcuffs being undone, heading towards Lancelot's… When I finally snapped back to reality I found myself swallowing the delicious and sweet… My eyes in disbelief, even as my tongue licked what cum was left on my lips.

"Come on, Art," whispered Morgan into my ear as she gently pushed down my head into Lancelot's cuck. "Get taking in Lan's good stuff."

I wanted to refuse as my instincts screamed danger, but I couldn't. My body just obeyed, and I could summon the will to resist, but that would mean punishment. Something that I wanted to resist. As my mind fought between obedience and resistance, that all started to subside as when all I could think about was the smell and taste.

And I swore, I heard Morgan whispering something into my ears, but that didn't matter…

- O -

"How are you feeling now, Art?" asked the Knight of the Lake as he ran his fingers through my head.

My face was flush red. I had regained my awareness after an undisclosed amount of time with Morgan nowhere to be found. The urge to suck my former knight's cock continued to plague my mind despite how embarrassing it was and I tried to suppress it. I couldn't help myself. It smelled and tasted so good that I couldn't stop myself. In another words, I was hopeless addicted to his cum.

"My mind is starting to clear up somewhat," I replied.

"Good." My former knight smiled. "Do you remember my name?"

I rolled my eyes. How could I? It was Lan… The last few syllables failed to pop up in my mind. Lan… Lan… Lan… I repeated in my mind as my eyes widened in disbelief.

"You shall address me as Sir or Alpha when you speak. In your mind, it will be Lan," commanded Lan.

My mind was still processing what was going on when Lan guided my head to his cock.

"You had more than enough time for your mind to recover," murmured Lan. My mouth instinctively opened and started to work on his magnificent penis. "It's time for more mantras, Art. Listen to me very carefully…"