Chapter 2: Something Clever and Kinky
"Alright, hotshot…"
Guzma circled around Blue like a Sharpedo, eyeing him sideways. Blue stared back, completely still and tense.
"I gotta question," Guzma continued. "You shoot straight?"
"Tch…I do, got a problem?" Blue demanded.
"I had to ask…you're always around that quiet and weird fellow. Seem really close."
"His name is Red," Blue stormed. "And he's my best friend, damn near my brother. Sorry if you can't comprehend that."
"It's not complicated, slim jim. For the next…oh, who knows how long, though, you're going to be my best friend."
"Stay away from me."
Guzma lowered his head and drew close. Blue tensed and tried leaning back, but was yanked back forward by the collar of his shirt. Guzma held a hand to the other's back, then after another moment of curiosity and hesitation put his ear up close to Blue's chest. He felt a shudder and the other trainer go completely still.
After a moment Guzma grinned widely. Blue's heart was racing miles a minute, battering hard against his ribcage. His chest heaved unevenly against the side of Guzma's face.
"Finally nervous, are you? Losing your cool, Battle Legend?" Guzma purred. He brought one hand against Blue's back and snuggled his head closer into his chest.
"Sh-shut up," Blue spat. "Freak…"
"Maybe, but this is pretty enjoyable."
"What's gotten into you?"
"Nothing new. The more accurate thing to ask is what's going to get into you, hottie."
Almost immediately the struggling came back and Blue lurched outwards, trying to knock Guzma loose. It didn't work but Guzma stood back anyway, interested to see how long Blue would try to get free. No matter how he pulled or twisted, the stringy stuff tacking him in place hardly budged. In fact, it was beginning to harden and becoming even tougher.
Surprisingly, Blue carried on for several minutes before he had nearly tired himself out completely, now fully spent. He still pulled against his bonds idly, one leg or arm at a time, before Guzma spoke up.
"Thanks for getting what energy you had left out, Oak. Nice try, but…you're not going anywhere until I say so. If you just go along…"
"To hell with that."
"Figured you say that. Mind if I lay hands again?"
"Fuck off."
"Alright, thanks! Just checking."
Guzma raised his huge man hands, clenching them in the air as he approached again, then this time started by holding Blue in the small of his back. The both of them were pressed together. Guzma leaned back ever so slightly just in case so he wouldn't get bitten, roving his hands along Blue's back and his sides, feeling every line and muscle through clothing. It was more exhilarating that way, feeling but not seeing yet and letting his mind fill in all the blanks. Blue resisted weakly, unable to move hardly an inch let alone get the hands off him, unable to stop squirming like there were Caterpies crawling over his skin.
"Still going, huh?" Guzma asked, backing off ever so slightly, but that was only to get a fuller grasp on Blue's sides. Now he ran his hands up and down slowly a few times, each time getting further down towards Blue's waistline.
"Stop," Blue said, panting.
"Stop what?" Guzma asked, now beginning to squeeze slightly on random as he felt Blue up. "You've got more muscle in you than I thought…I thought all of it had gone to those sexy hips of yours."
Blue's breath hitched. Guzma sneered.
"You're proud of them, you know it…you like to show off your figure, remember?" Guzma asked. "You should've showed and telled…"
"Pervert!"
Guzma got a sudden idea, and loosened his fingers a bit before beginning to flit them quickly along Blue's sides. The latter's squirming increased substantially. It seemed he had more energy to spare, trying to pull away yet again, starting to flex a bit in his bonds, do anything to get Guzma off him. Nothing worked, and the tickling only got worse.
"Stop!" Blue cried, writhing about in all what space he had. His mouth was twitching, nearly oscillating between the beginnings of a smile and the scowl he had been wearing. "Arceus, st-staaa…AH HA! Stop! Stop, shithead—YEAAAUGH!"
His voice reached a fever pitch, rising with the intensity of the tickle attack, and soon came close to shattering Guzma's ear drums from how it bounced along the bathroom walls. He was glad they were so far away and isolated and even then grew paranoid somewhat might hear them. He couldn't help it, continuing to molest Blue's sides just to hear his hysterical laughter; by now Blue had gone nearly limp, just about flopping about only out of sheer instinct.
Guzma stopped, but Blue hadn't yet stopped laughing before their mouths smashed together. Guzma roughly grabbed Blue around his back and head, pulling him as close as he could, making out hotly. Blue let out a muffled, almost breathless scream of approval, too dizzy and seeing stars. The vibrations felt heavenly on Guzma's mouth. He forced his tongue all about Blue's mouth, wrestling his own with the other's, darting and flicking about eagerly. Guzma's insides were turning to fire. The heat and panic radiating from Blue was incredible.
When he pulled back, Blue was very obviously disoriented, breathless and oxygen starved. He still managed to glare back.
"Ha! You're something else, Oak. Here's what, I'll let you catch your breath for a moment. Don't mind me."
He forced Blue's head back, beginning to nibble and suck at his neck. "Ahhhhh…!" Blue gasped, gritting his teeth. He fidgeted uncomfortably, panting, then angled his head to the side a bit. Guzma thought it was to expose more of his neck and only fell on him harder.
But Blue was eyeing his bag that had been tossed to the side. He winced every now on occasion with how rough Guzma was being, and the sounds…Blue grunted as the seconds rolled by, trying to figure out a way to get to his bag. Then this could be all over—
Wham!
"WHOOF!" Blue wheezed and doubled over, gagging from the punch he'd taken to the gut.
Angry, Guzma snatched Blue's chin and tilted his head up. Blue pulled his head back and got slapped a moment later.
"I don't appreciate you not paying attention, Oak," Guzma snapped.
"G-Guh…Go to hell…" Blue gasped weakly. "Augh…"
Guzma leered at him, suddenly changing gears. He went low, then suddenly reached around and gave Blue's behind a full, hearty grope. Blue seized and sucked in a sharp, stuttering breath, too shocked to even react. Guzma continued to squeeze and massage his ass, his shadowed eyes a bit widened and wilder than usual, even twitching a bit. He rubbed along those equally thick thighs, arguably more aroused by them than the cheeks above them. Guzma let out a groan, drooling a bit and letting his head drop roughly into Blue's crotch.
"Fucking ouch!" Blue complained.
Guzma just went still for a while, holding his hands still where they were and even closing his eyes. It took him a long while to realize Blue was back to trying to break free, but this time it was barely noticeable. He was just too tired. Guzma liked the continued resistance, though. He started to idly grope Blue again, leaning his head back.
Blue was panting, flushed, red from shame and glaring down at him with so much burning hate that Guzma was actually stunned for a moment. Then he grinned. He could only imagine what was happening to him in Blue's mind at the moment.
"That's right, hottie," Guzma said, partially lowering his eyes. "You're one of the ones who gets sexier when they're angry. You might make me go off before I even stick it in you."
A slight wince crossed Blue's face, barely detectable. Guzma hadn't done anything, so he was curious as to what had happened. There was the barest of vibrations a little over his head, and Guzma heard a slight grumble at the same time. Blue's stomach was growling.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Guzma said, back to wearing his creepy grin. "You know, I'd like to get to know you as much as possible. I wonder what's going on in that lean stomach of yours…"
Since Guzma's punch from earlier had left a bruise, Blue let out a choked cry, biting down when Guzma roughly, likely purposely, shoved his head to his belly.
"Arceus, just s-stop!" Blue ground out, one eye shut from fatigue. "This isn't right, man!"
"Save it. I'd much rather listen to your insides than your mouth."
Guzma found it interesting, listening to the slight growls, the gurgling going on in Blue's belly, like a constant dull storm of noise. Another loud rumble of hunger rolled up into Guzma's ear and he was quick. Before it had faded he gave Blue's behind another tight squeeze, paying no mind to how painful it was. Blue arched his back, a tense grunt coming from between clenched teeth, inadvertently pushing the side of his empty gut closer to Guzma's ear.
Guzma stayed in a little more than a crouch, and just moved around Blue to embrace him from behind, in particular putting most of his weight on his rear. His left hand rested on Blue's hip and his right circled around front; Blue looked down, following it. "What are you doing?"
"Getting a different perspective," Guzma said, now rubbing Blue's stomach from behind, feeling the tension and shuddering from the lean trainer as he did. "Feeling a little hungry, are you?"
He didn't get an answer, not that he cared much. His hand paused on Blue's stomach as it quivered heavily again, and even that was another sensation that got him riled up. Guzma pondered just how long he could go before he spontaneously orgasmed. Though, he was far from done and wanted to hold out for the biggest explosion he'd ever had.
He knew just how to do that, too. Guzma stood up and walked away, winking back at Blue. "I know what to do for you, Oak. I'm gonna be back…don't you go anywhere."
And he left, casually strolling out of the bathroom. Blue didn't relax until he heard the doors shut, and even then he was still tense and worn. He exhaled in frustration, once again trying to pull against his bonds. He'd forgotten about Guzma's Vikavolt, as it hovered back into view eyeing him. It flew over and for a hopeful moment he thought it'd help him, but nope. It only added on another layer of string shot to all his bonds.
Blue sighed, lowering his head and hanging limply. He was so spent at the moment he even dozed off for a minute, snapping awake when he heard the door open. Guzma walked in holding a bag, one he recognized as a takeout bag from the Battle Tree's cafeteria.
"This is yours. You can thank me later. Here, dig in."
He set the bag full of food right down in front of Blue. There was a moment of silence. Guzma's stone face cracked after a few moments from the glare he was receiving.
"Oh, right…you're the boss. You're a little tied up still," said Guzma. "You need my help?"
"Fuck you."
"I'd rather fuck you first, so no. Answer the question?"
Blue growled at him, but it was a bit raspy and tired sounding. Guzma laughed.
"Look, Oak, there's nothing wrong with getting help."
"Go jump off a cliff."
"Just know I'm not done with you yet. It'd be better if you at least got something in you, right?"
"Get bent."
Guzma raised a brow. "Let's not talk about bending at the moment, a'ight? You don't have a choice in this by the way."
He leaned over and pulled out a sort of soup or some shit he blindly pulled from the buffet. He thought it was a good start, so he lifted the bowl up to Blue's face. Blue turned his head away from wherever he moved the bowl, defiant. His belly was growling nearly nonstop now.
Guzma soon began to get annoyed as his patience was tipped. "Do you really want this to be the first thing I force down your throat?"
"Sure, why not?" Blue spat. Then, he opened his mouth. Guzma let him drink up from the bowl, until Blue's cheeks were full. He was about to comment when Blue suddenly spat a mouthful of hot soup all over him, drenching most of his top half. Guzma stared blankly at him.
"Shove a poker up your ass, shit head," Blue told him, smirking.
Guzma sighed, snapping his fingers. Vikavolt hovered into view, crackling with electricity, then went out of Blue's peripherals. A moment later he yelled in pain, illuminated in yellow as he was shocked. Once it stopped there was barely a pause before Guzma struck him twice, knocking his head from one side to another.
"There's a limit, and you reached it, hotshot."
"Some limit, then. Not impressed."
"Again!"
Vikavolt shoved its pronged mandibles into Blue's back and let loose again. Blue seized up once more, losing his composure and screaming louder than before. His weak and tired body went limp afterwards, twitching and crackling with electricity. His head hung low as he heaved and gasped.
"Look at me," Guzma said.
"Eat…shit."
Vikavolt pulled Blue's head back by tugging at his collar, and Guzma assaulted him again, striking him once in the face but otherwise dishing out body shots that made Blue bend and fold around them, unable to cover himself up from the pain. His wrists were turning raw from him trying to pull them free with extra vigor.
Once Blue was shocked again he went still, hanging limply with smoke drifting from the burnt tips of his hair. Guzma crossed his arms and waited a few minutes before Blue stirred back awake, just barely and not able to raise his head.
"I'll make your best friend get in a world of hurt," Guzma spoke, "if you don't cooperate now."
There was a dry, rough chuckle. "Yeah…go and…t-try…Red's a lot…tougher than I…am. Just…try…"
"Whoever said I'd take a direct approach? He's got to shut his eyes for rest eventually."
"You'll never…get past Pikachu…"
Guzma grunted. "Don't underestimate me, Oak. As far as you know, I could've already had a plan for them in the start. They can't see everything coming."
Blue said nothing.
"They don't even have to be brought into this. Right? Or can you ponder the possibility of them gettin' in it too?"
"Arceus damn you," Blue muttered.
"He probably will. I'll be worried about that later." Guzma stepped forward, playfully slapping Blue twice on his cheek. "Now, wakey wakey…you'll make this so much easier for yourself."
Blue hefted a sigh and was just barely able to lift his head, now showing off the bruise covering part of his face and eye. Guzma studied him for any signs of active defiance, other than the glare, but he ignored that. He fished around in the bag for something more savory; Magikarp was the special for the day.
"Now, I'm gonna feed you whatever I want. I better hear you chew and swallow," Guzma said, lurking around Blue to stand directly behind him. "You got me?"
Blue was silent for a moment, then snorted. "Fine."
"…good enough for me."
