Victor's Poké-Camp Muk-Up
For a moment, Victor thought he was dead. He saw his short life flash before his eyes and end in a commiseration of sludge and toxic fumes. At least, that's what he thought as he threw his arms over his face and cried out. Then there was another cry from close by followed by an intense heat! He looked up, not knowing what to expect except pain and death.
What he saw instead were a pair of figures, one white and furry with large ears atop its head, the other smooth and purple with spikes of blue static jumping from its body.
"A Cinderace and Toxtricity!" He thought, relief engulfing his heart as he realised that he wasn't alone.
"Victor!"
He heard his name called nearby, the voice frantic and panicked. He looked to the source on the other side of the small river of dark sludge that blocked his means of escape. It was Hop, the head-counsellor of the camp. Victor's expression broadened into one of further relief before quickly reddening. Now Hop would see his failure.
"Dammit!" Another voice yelled. It was hard to hear over the roaring battle going on nearby, one that was quickly engulfing the training pitch. Victor saw the camp's recent visitor, a woman with pink and yellow hair that came down to her waist in several braids. Plumeria, the very woman who owned the pokémon currently raging.
Victor looked back to them and cowered, the gravity of his hubris bearing down on him with the weight of a Wailord. Battling before Victor were a pair of Muk. One of them was dark-purple, a familiar sight in many parts of the world, bar Galar, his own region. The other was a much rarer specimen, the green, yellow and pink variation found exclusively in Plumeria's home region of Alola.
The counterparts clashed against each other in vicious roars, their unique toxins mixing and coagulating into something far worse than its original parts. Ventura, Hop's Cinderace, and Roman, Plumeria's Toxtricity, were doing their damnedest to separate the pair to little effect.
"Ventura, retreat!" Hop yelled. Victor looked over at him and saw panic etched into his face. It was so unfamiliar and unnatural on him that it turned Victor's stomach more than the fumes that threatened to kill him.
Hop raised up an ultra-ball and threw it hard into the air. His Corviknight burst forth and hovered over the scene, her eyes darting back and forth before settling on her trainer.
"Get Victor!" Hop pointed at him. Victor looked back at the metal bird just in time to see her dark body almost barrel into him. He closed his eyes, expecting to be crushed, but instead he felt a rush of air. He opened his eyes and found that he was able to look down at the scene he'd caused in its entirety.
A stone fell through his stomach and into his balls as he saw the extent of the damage. Then a boulder followed it as he saw the Alolan Muk start to glow red. Then he remembered; The pitch was a power-spot where pokémon could Dynamax. If that happened, then the whole camp would be consumed by the deadly fumes and poison.
Then there was a bright, static light. He had to shield his eyes it was so bright, but when he looked back he saw Plumeria's Toxtricity engulfed in intense electricity. She did some odd movement and settled in a strange stance.
"Gigavolt Havoc!" She shouted! Roman the Toxtricity put his arms out and from his hands shot the largest electric attack Victor had seem from a pokémon that hadn't Dynamaxed. A beam of concentrated electric power shot from the pokémon and hit the pair of Muks dead-on, consuming both of them and sending an even bigger beam launching into the sky. Fortunately the Corviknight that had him in her talons had the mind to keep well away.
When the dust settled and the electricity died away, both of the Muks were lying unconscious. Plumeria was quick to throw a pair of ultra-balls at them. A few shakes later and both were safely contained. Then, with a call from Hop, the Corviknight descended back to Terra Firma.
Plumeria was at DEFCON 1, what seemed like her entire team was out and then some. She was a poison specialist, hence the two variations of Muk, and her pokémon were working overtime to neutralise the poisons and toxic fumes that had come about as a result of the battling Muks.
Victor's legs were shaking when the Corviknight released him. Hop charged up to him and recalled his pokémon back into her ball. Victor shot the counsellor a nervous smile. It crumbled upon seeing the devastatingly angry look he got in return.
"Get him out of those clothes and scrub him down with this, ASAP!" Plumeria threw something that looked like a potion at Hop. He caught and inspected it, his eyes widening.
Victor didn't have time to register the words "get him out of those clothes" for long before Hop was already pulling his shirt over his head.
"H-Hop!?" Victor tried to pull away but the counsellor had him firmly by the upper arm.
"Don't!" Hop chided, squeezing Victor's arm hard. "Your clothes have probably absorbed some of the toxins, we need to get you out of them as soon as possible and into the showers!" Hop dragged down the back of Victor's shorts and underwear as he said this. The younger trainer flushed crimson and became acutely aware of the nearby woman, as well as the crowd of campers and other counsellors who were gathering around the periphery of the pitch.
Victor tried to yank his clothes back up to his waist but Hop wasn't having any of it.
"Ah!" The hand Victor had been using to preserve his dignity went back to his left butt-cheek to try and rub the sudden sting Hop had slapped into it away.
Then Victor's shorts and underwear were at his ankles and he was pulled out of them, bare and naked to the wide world, nothing but shoes to his name. He cupped his hand over his boyhood as he was marched against his will towards the crowd.
"Hoppy, please!" He felt tears kiss the corners of his eyes. He was the camp's Ace, its top-ranked trainee and a shoo-in for the gym challenge! He couldn't be marched butt-ass naked in front of everybody like this! He wasn't some pre-schooler who'd done something naughty! He was a pokémon-trainer who might've underestimated the ferocity of a pair of Muks. That's all.
Hop didn't say anything, he just marched forward, his grip as steely as ever. Victor should've closed his eyes as he was dragged naked through the parted crowd. His fellow campers gawked and snickered and pointed, especially at the pink hand-print painted onto his left cheek. He didn't dare cover it though, as that would've meant exposing his front and that would've been beyond unbearable.
He felt every eye on him, each one racking up a good look at his bare skin. Some even had their phones out to record the whole debacle. That forced him to contain a sob. But even that was nothing compared to the looks from the counsellors. He'd worked long and hard to gain their respect, putting in more time and effort than anyone else. They'd looked at him with admiration before, as someone important and on the way up.
Now all they saw was a naughty, naked boy who stole from a guest, almost destroyed the pitch and put the whole camp in danger.
That forced an open sob from him.
Hop didn't delay in hauling Victor to the camp's communal showers. At this time of night there was no-one else there which was some consolation.
"Take off your shoes."
Victor knew he was in no position to disobey and did as he was told. Then he was made to stand directly under a shower-head.
"You've disgraced yourself." Hop turned the knob and Victor was blasted with ice-cold water. He yelped and tried to dart away but Hop held him still, his grip on his arm almost painful. But it wasn't as painful as the man's cutting words had been. He looked down and sobbed again, his heart feeling like it'd fractured in his chest.
"I don't know why you thought it was okay to steal Plumeria's pokémon, that alone baffles me, let alone pokémon she said weren't yet trained properly for battle! What the hell was going through your head, Victor?" As he started to talk, Hop started to spray him with the bottle that Plumeria had given him. It squirted onto him as a green foam that made the hairs inside his nose curl.
"Did you think you had something to prove? Was that it? Did you think that by mastering pokémon you'd never seen before, that don't even live in this region, that you'd prove you were the greatest trainer ever? Hm? Is that it?"
Victor's chest heaved and clenched with every word that shot out of the counsellor's mouth. It wasn't supposed to be this way, he wasn't supposed to be getting a naked verbal lashing, he was supposed to have mastered the two versions of Muk and be proclaimed the most prodigious pokémon trainer in the history of Galar.
Matters weren't helped when Hop plucked a bath-brush from its wall-hook and started to scrub Victor with its harsh, unused bristles.
"Ow! Hoppy! Please! I'm sorry!" He tried to get away again from the cold water and the harsh scrubbing and the foul smell, but it was no use. Hop wasn't letting him get away.
The scrubbing stopped for a moment – a spark of hope – but Hop had only stopped so he could flip the brush around so the flat side was facing Victor. The boy saw the implement raised high over Hop's head and tried to escape again. But it was for nought.
Hop swung his arm down. Victor's heart dropped with it. He heard the slap before he felt it. It echoed loudly through the empty room, the only other sound being the icy shower.
Then the pain sank in and Victor's hand went to his rear to rub and soothe the large, pink square Hop had left on it.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Victor whimpered and cried, his bare feet pattering on the spot as he tried in vain to relieve some of the pain. Hop took the chance to start brushing the foam into his front, starting with his chest, going over his nipples with the stiff bristles.
"No! Stop!" He grabbed the neck of the brush and tried to pull it away, but Hop was bigger and stronger than him so he yanked it right back.
"Victor! You are going to stand still so I can brush this antidote into your skin so you don't die from poisoning! If you refuse, I am going to bend you over and spank you with the brush until you're crimson all over, and then wash you. It's a simple choice and you better make it quickly or I will make it for you."
Hard sobs escaped Victor's throat as thick tears spilled down his cheeks. He nodded and stood still under the icy shower, not wanting to disappoint his counsellor any further.
"Good boy. Put your hands on your head."
He did as he was told and stood as still as possible. To Hop's credit, he went a bit easier on him with the bristles. That didn't mean it didn't hurt though. And it seemed to drag on forever. Whenever Hop seemed to take the brush away to tell him he could move, he applied another layer of foam and started to scrub again.
He always started with his back, then went down over his ass and legs, then the front. It hurt, but he knew it had to be done. Otherwise he could very well end up being poisoned through his skin.
"Right, that's that part done," Hop said as he turned off the water. "Now I need to rub in one last layer and let it settle."
Victor's stomach dropped into his gut. He thought they'd finished up. Apparently not. He expected the brush again but to his pleasant surprise, hop set it back on its hook. He then sprayed more foam onto Victor, applying patches all over his body.
"You're a real idiot, you know." Hop got behind the naked boy and started to rub the foam into a soapy layer across his back.
"I know…" Victor's small voice replied.
"You could've killed yourself."
"…"
"How do you think that would've made me feel, hm?"
Victor's lower lip trembled and a rotten blackness started to congeal in his chest. More tears flowed down his cheeks.
"I dunno…" He didn't want to think about it.
"I never would've forgiven myself. Every day, for the rest of my life, I would've thought about you, what I'd done wrong, what I could've done to protect you. I don't even know if I'd ever have had the will to battle again." There was no mincing, no hesitation, and no doubt.
Victor's chest exploded and he let out a wail, his little body shook from head to toe. He didn't know what there was to say, he was just a naked, weeping little boy who'd nearly gotten himself killed for the stupidest of reasons.
"I'm sorry!" He cried, sniffling and stirring, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in the man behind him but didn't know if he was welcome.
"I know, Vic, I know." Hop's hands went to his shoulders and started to rub them in gentle, circular motions. He walked around to Victor's front, his gentle touches continuing down the boy's arms until he reached his fingers. Their hands interlocked. Hop stepped in close and held Victor's hands to his chest.
"You're precious to me, Vic, you're like my little brother, more even, and the thought of you dying…I just don't know if I can handle it."
Victor looked down, fresh waves of tears leaking down to his chin.
"I love you, and if you ever do something so stupid again, I'm gonna march you naked all the way to Wyndon and spank you in the middle of the stadium, understand?"
Victor couldn't help but let out a throaty chuckle. He wouldn't put it past Hop to do exactly that and then some. It wouldn't be the first time the man had taken him over his lap and reddened his little ass.
The very first time had been when Victor was seven, five years ago, and Hop was eighteen. They'd been neighbours then, and Hop was his parents' go-to babysitter. Little Victor had gotten it in his head that he was ready to catch a pokémon, so he secreted away a pokéball he'd found in Hop's room. Then, in the dead of night, he sneaked out of the house to find the nearest patch of grass to snag himself a Wooloo.
Little did he know, that pokéball was a souvenir, old and unusable from Hop's early days of training. So when he threw it at a little lamb, it had no effect except for making it cry out. Mama came running quickly, aiming for little Victor with her horns. He would've been killed or maimed had it not been for the older, wiser Dubwool that came in to ram with it.
Hop's Dubwool.
Safe to say, Victor had gotten himself into deep trouble.
He'd been carried over the shoulder, kicking and screaming, back home. He didn't know if Hop had decided to spank him before then, but he'd probably sealed his fate when he sank his teeth into the man's hand.
Hop had sat down on the living room couch, placed little Victor over his lap, yanked his shorts and underwear down and pushed his tee-shirt up his back.
He was sure Hop hadn't spanked him very hard or for very long, but at the time all he could think about was how hot and sore his little rear was, and how Hop must've been setting him on fire. After that he'd been sent to the corner, bare from the waist down as he'd kicked off his clothes, and made to think about what he'd done and why it was wrong.
Hop came back ten minutes later, which may as well have been an eternity as far as little Victor had been concerned and asked him if he was ready to apologise. That corner-time had done the little boy some good as it allowed him to reflect on everything he'd done wrong, up to and including stealing from Hop and sneaking out.
But that wasn't what Hop had been the most worried about. He'd taken Victor into his arms and up to his room and cuddled him close as he explained that he got spanked for putting his own life in such peril. Victor cried some more, this time into Hop's chest, and fell asleep on him. He'd been tucked in at some point but woke up feeling inexplicably happy.
One thing had been for certain though: from that point on, Hop was more than just his neighbour or babysitter. He was his brother, his friend, his mentor, his confidant. And that was far from the last time Hop had spanked Victor. It had been but the first in a long saga of trips over the man's knee. But Victor didn't resent him for any of them, he knew that if Hop didn't keep him in check with the threat of spankings, he would've gotten himself maimed or killed by now. But Victor was pretty thick-skulled, so the lesson always needed more drilling.
"I understand, Hoppy," Victor hiccupped. He buried his face in the man's chest and wrapped his arms around him. Hop hesitated for a second and Victor was almost heartbroken. Then he remembered that he was naked, wet and smelly. Probably not the best time for a cuddle session.
"C'mon, Vic, let's finish this up."
Victor nodded in agreement and put his hands on his head again. Hop had him turn on the spot while he got to one knee. Victor knew what was next but that didn't mean he couldn't blush in advance. Hop's hands went over very familiar territory.
He bit his lip as dexterous, calloused hands went over his plush rear and skinny legs. Hop generally had this effect on him, and now that all the excitement had died down, it was time for a different excitement to take its place.
"H-Hop!" He yipped when he felt the man's hands go up the insides of his thighs. There was little to no compunction left between them, not after everything they'd been through, so Hop had no problem rubbing the residue of the foam into Victor's little balls and up his quickly stiffening shaft.
Hop wouldn't stop though, Victor knew he wouldn't stop unless he said a very specific word, a word they'd agreed upon years ago. But Victor didn't want to say it, not now that he was getting Hop's undivided attention in a way that didn't involve him getting his ass beat.
"H-Hop…" Victor could feel a tightening in his gut, one that was quickly heating up and close to shattering. It'd been days since he'd been able to get any kind of relief. Now that Hop was seeing to his member, there was no way he wasn't going to finish embarrassingly quickly.
"C'mon, Vic, cum for me," The man whispered into the boy's ear before lightly kissing the shell. "C'mon, you're my good boy, remember, no matter what."
That was more than what Victor needed to be pushed sprawling over the edge. His chest heaved, his legs trembled, his hands grasped tightly onto his hair and his little cocklet pulsed as the fingers that knew it best worked up and down its shaft until that coil in his gut finally snapped and he shot his tiny load onto the shower floor.
With a proud smirk, Hop stood and turned Victor on the spot. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"You're a good boy, Vic, you're just so fucking stupid sometimes."
And Victor had nothing to say in response, Hop was one-hundred percent correct.
The man finished coating him in the foamy residue, leaving him standing there, completely naked and smelling like a hospital.
"How long do I have to stand like this?" He asked, beginning to feel a bit sick from this apparent antidote.
"Fifteen minutes. But if you want to occupy the time, put your hands on the wall and stick your butt out."
"But Hop! You don't need to," Victor stopped talking when the man raised his hand. He knew better than to dig a deeper hole for himself. "Okay."
Victor did exactly as he was told. His hands splayed flat on the wall under the shower head, his hips bent, his pale little ass jutting out for any and all to see. He hated standing-spankings, they were the hardest to keep still with. He couldn't help it when his hands reached back to rub the sting from his cheeks! It was a reflex! But Hop tended not to care about that, he said that a good pokémon trainer needed a will of steel to tame the creatures, and that staying still during a spanking was nothing compared to that.
"Let this be a lesson, Vic," Hop said as he stepped to the naked boy's side. He placed a hand on the kid's back to steady him while the other went to his naked rear. He slid his hand down the cheeks, a finger dexterously dipping deeper and grazing against Victor's hole. The trainer-to-be moaned and pushed his hips back against his mentor's hand. Then he realised what he did. His head dipped and his cheeks, the top ones, lit up.
Hop chuckled and gave Victor's butt some soft taps. He knew what buttons to push and levers to pull to turn his boy into a mewling, whimpering mess. Though it'd been a while since they'd had time for that. Camp kept both of them very busy, and then there was Hop's aspirations for the Champion title, which wouldn't be surrendered easily, that also took up a lot of his time. At least now, in these less-than-pleasant circumstances, he could make time for this wonderful thing.
But not in this very moment. Now came the spanking, and while Hop would never say out loud that he enjoyed spanking Victor, he couldn't lie to himself. He loved it, he got hooked after that first time. He'd replayed it in his head endlessly, using it as nightly fuel to power his fantasies. Though he never took things farther than they needed to go, nor did he go out of his way to make excuses to do so. Victor was just such a rascal that he often earned a spanking, sometimes even a severe one. What he was about to do to the kid's ass paled in comparison to what was coming down the road.
The camp's board would be pissed, especially Bede, the current eight Gym Leader and major proponent of the camp. He himself had been an abandoned child whose life was changed by doing the gym challenge and he aimed to give that chance to every child who typically wouldn't get it. Over 60% of all graduates of the camp were endorsed by him.
But after this incident with Plumeria's pokémon, he'd be seeing red, and would want to see red on Victor's ass at the very least.
"You've been a very naughty little boy, Victor, and this is just a little bit of what you deserve. You stole someone else's pokémon, you destroyed our pitch, and you put your and everyone else's lives in danger," Hop lectured, going through the motions and saying what he knew needed to be said. He raised his hand high and with strength that came with years of throwing pokéballs and training pokémon, he brought his open palm down hard on Victor's right cheek.
"OW!" The boy's feet stamped wetly, but his hands never left the wall, which was what they'd long-agreed counted as leaving the position.
"OW!" He yelped again when Hop's hand laid into his left cheek.
Hop couldn't help but watch as he went to work. Right, then left, right, then left, right, then left. He was predictably patterned with his spankings so that Vic always knew what was coming to him. And it helped himself remember how much he'd already done so that he didn't go overboard.
"Ow! Hop please!" The naked boy begged as the sting in his, naked, wet, pale, rear started to settle in deep. He rubbed his knees together and wiggled his little ass to try and avoid the line of fire. But really, he knew that would only earn him a more severe thrashing. "It hurts!"
"That's the point, dummy." Hop rolled his eyes and rested his hand on the kid's bare cheeks. He gave them a short-lived rub before kneading and squeezing them. Now that he warmed Victor up, he felt comfortable moving on to the next step.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Hop delivered six smacks rapid-fire to Vic's right cheek and watched as the now pink flesh bounced and jiggled. The kid wiggled his hips to try and move out of the way but the master trainer's hand was able to home in on his ass like a heat-seeking missile!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
He spanked an ever more sizzling sextet of slaps into the sod's sorry seat, focusing on the right side this time. Again, Hop was given a show of wiggling hips and jiggling cheeks for his troubles. His calloused hand was far from giving in though. It still had a lot of punishment to dole out.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"H-H-H-Hop!" Victor sobbed, pressing his forehead into the tiles. His arms and legs trembled with the effort to stay still. He knew he deserved this, he knew that he'd acted stupid and reckless and that he deserved to have his ass destroyed. But that didn't mean he couldn't beg for mercy, he was still a little boy after all.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Hop matched the abuse on the other cheek. He rested his palm on Victor's quivering, deep-pink cheeks. He could tell that the kid was reaching his limit with this. That didn't mean that the spanking was over, it just meant that he wouldn't be standing for the next bit. Victor already had something more severe ahead, and Hop didn't want to be delivering it onto an already crimson set of boy-cheeks.
"Right lad, stand still while I wash that stenchy stuff off o' ya." Victor nodded, hiccupping and resisting the urge to rub his eyes, knowing that he'd only get foam in them.
Hop rinsed the nude boy as he said he would, leaving him standing there, shivering and with two pairs of tinted cheeks. Hop got to a knee and cupped the top ones.
"You're still my good boy, no matter how much I have to spank you." He then placed the smallest kiss onto Victor's lips, a ghostly hint of a touch that left both of them wanting more.
Victor held onto the man's wrists to keep his hands where they were. He sobbed for a moment, feeling that he didn't deserve to be forgiven, that he'd wrecked more than just the pitch, that he'd devastated Hop's name. He was the one who got him into the camp after all.
"Can…can I sleep in your cabin tonight?" He whispered, looking at the floor.
Hop's lips curved into a small smile. He pulled the naked wet boy in for a hug and ran a hand through his sopping hair. Small arms latched onto him.
"Sure thing, kiddo."
Part of Victor had hoped that that would be all she wrote, that he'd received his spanking, he'd go to Hop's cabin and that tomorrow he'd wake up and everything would be okay. But life wasn't that easy. Things had only been delayed thus far because he needed to receive the antidote to the Muks' gaseous fumes.
His eyes had been locked to the ground as he'd been marched from the bathrooms to the mess-hall, wearing nothing but a pair of sandals, where the counsellors, board of directors and Bede were all waiting, most of whom flew in last-minute.
The worst part wasn't even that he was naked during this walk of shame, it was that his ass had settled into a deep pink shade so that everybody knew what Hop did and what was awaiting him.
No, actually, the worst part was when the doors to the mess-hall were opened and Hop stepped aside for him. He walked in, his fists balled at his sides, only a pair of sandals to his name. Then there were a thousand eyes all on him. Men, women, young, old, all of them bore down on Victor with the weight of several Snorlax.
Piercing him square in the chest from amongst them all though, was a pair of striking violet eyes that made a tidal wave of anxiety rush over him. He almost felt the urge to vomit. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He stopped trembling and concentrated on the warm skin-on-skin contact Hop was giving him. He wasn't alone, he had his Hoppy.
"Step forward." Bede's voice was light and sharp like pin-pricks. Each syllable was its own needle. Even though he was looking at Victor through thick lashes while wearing a vibrant pink overcoat, he was scarier than either of the Muk from earlier had been.
"Camper Victor, from…Postwick," Bede squinted down at the paper in his hand. There was a folder on the table before him, a brown one with Victor's picture pasted in the corner. His profile.
"Says here that it's your first year and…frankly I don't really care," Bede dropped the paper onto the folder and brushed it aside. "What I do care about is why my camp is currently in the middle of a crisis, why our pitch, which is one of the very few places aside the wild area and a gym to have a power spot, is destroyed, and why our Alolan guest is fuming about her pokémon being stolen and mishandled."
Victor looked down, tears brimming his eyes, his hands wringing.
"I'm sorry, I, I never meant," Victor tried to start his defence, but his voice cracked and fell.
"Never meant…what exactly? You didn't mean to take the Muks from their trainer? You didn't mean to let them out of their balls? Or is it that you didn't mean to get caught, that you didn't mean to face consequences? Hm?" Bede leaned forward, his hands steepled.
Victor tried to repress a sob but it came out a half-gurgled mess. Tears pricked his eyes. This was it, wasn't it? This was just his final humiliation before he was to be kicked out. A public, bare-naked verbal thrashing before he was thrown out on his ass and blacklisted from the gym challenge for his entire life.
He wanted to run, to hide, to not let them have the satisfaction. Then there was something warm on his back. He looked over his shoulder and saw his Hop, looking taller than ever with a steely glint in his eye. Victor stopped trembling. His throat didn't feel like it was clogged anymore. He swallowed and looked back at Bede.
"I never meant for it to get out of hand!" His hand sweated as he wrung them at his sides. "We don't have any kind of Muk in Galar, so I wanted to see them for myself, to see if I could train them or just control them for a bit. I thought that if I could train pokémon that don't even exist in Galar, I could train any, and prove that I deserve to be here! Sir."
Bede only raised an eyebrow. His gaze shifted from Victor to Hop.
"He's your responsibility, correct, Hop?" Bede asked, his and Hop's eyes meeting with a spark in the middle.
"You are correct, yes. And I vouch for his capabilities. He was stupid and reckless, and nearly got himself killed, but he's an amazing trainer at heart, with boundless passion for pokémon."
"You think expelling him would be a mistake?" Bede's voice dripped with venomous scepticism.
"I do."
Victor could have cried, but he'd done enough of that already with Hop. Then again, he was already butt-naked in front of dozens of people, so there wasn't anywhere for his pride to go except up.
Bede leaned back in his chair, seeming to mull things over.
"Very well, since you vouch for him, I'll let him stay,"
Victor's heart swelled and his eyes shone.
"But! There are rules and protocols in place. Ones that will be followed given the magnitude of the boy's crimes. Right here," He glared at Victor over his steepled fingers. "Right now."
Victor swallowed. While relieved he wasn't going to be kicked out, he now had another hurdle to jump over. He looked up at Hop, who didn't meet his eye.
"Very well, I'll do it myself." Hop said, his hand migrating to Victor's shoulder and squeezing it.
At least, if this had to happen, it was going to be from the man Victor loved.
A chair was brought to the middle of the room and with it a pair of items that made Victor think that being expelled wasn't such a terrible idea.
The board then mumbled quietly to themselves for a moment before turning to face Victor and Hop again.
"It's been decided that the boy will get two dozen from the cane, a dozen for each stolen pokémon, and four-dozen from the strap for gross destruction to property. Then he will receive however much his counsellor thinks he deserves for reckless endangerment." Bede leaned back in his chair, seemingly weary of the whole debacle already.
Victor didn't notice though, he'd gone weak in the knees. His hands went to his ass while he still had an ass to touch. Bede was notorious for adoring the colour pink, a holdover from his predecessor as a Gym Leader, but something told him that he wanted to see red today.
Hop put his hand on Victor's back again. He smiled down at the boy though he could see the guilt behind his eyes. At least it was Hop who was doing this, if it were anyone else Victor didn't think he'd be able to take it.
"Grab the seat of the chair, keep your legs straight," Hop directed. Victor obliged. He knew that stalling wouldn't earn him any goodwill. "I'll start with the cane."
"Okay."
Victor bit his lip and closed his eyes. He heard Hop swishing the cane through the air. He knew that he was just trying to get a feel for its weight, but to Hop it felt like the cruellest teasing.
Hop pressed the length of the cane across Victor's naked rear and drew back. There was a sharp swish and:
Crack!
Victor's knees buckled and knocked as the first bite sliced across his bare, quivering bottom, though he didn't let out more than a whimper. He pressed his forehead against the seat and straightened his legs, presenting his bottom and no-doubt giving the board members a peek of his balls.
He'd get through this! He had to!
Crack!
Victor sucked his lips in as the second cut was given right below the first. It was as if Ventura was holding his scorching feet right up to his ass, and he still had twenty-two cuts to go, then the strap.
Hop was having about as bad a time as Victor. His heart shattered every time he had to watch his boy tremble and almost break. His own hands shook as he raised the cane for the third cut.
Victor was strong, he took it better than he had the first two. Though that didn't stop Hop from wanting to snap the damn cane in half and throw it at Bede's feet. He knew that Vic deserved something for what he'd done, but this was too much, too severe. But there were a thousand eyes on him as well as the kid, and he was just as much under the judge's gavel. But he'd get Vic through to the other side no worse for ware, so long as he had a say in it.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
By the time Hop got through the first eight, Victor was gritting his teeth and crying silent tears onto the seat. His knees knocked and his toes curled. His ass quivered as it clenched and unclenched, eight parallel stripes of red adoring it from top to thigh. The most agonising one was the one on his sit-spots, right where he'd feel it when he sat down. Though he wouldn't be doing much of that for a while.
And this was only one third of the caning.
The first cry was extracted from Victor when the cane went over the first cut it'd marked on him, reinflaming the agony that'd started all this. Now it flared, significant amongst the other seven marks. At least, it had been until Hop lashed over the second stripe.
His cry echoed through the mess-hall, bouncing off the walls and out the door, where an audience of intrigued campers had gathered for the show.
But Victor was determined to prove that his resolve was steel. He straightened his legs and raised his rear for continued punishment.
Hop could only admire how brave his boy was being, even through all this. He almost smiled at him, but then he remembered that they were only a fraction of the way through this.
Crack!
Crack!
They were at the halfway point of the caning, and Victor had yet to buckle or move in any significant way. He was determined, and many of those watching had become impressed by the boy. Many raised eyebrows were being shot Bede's way as the flamboyant man sat back with his legs crossed, a cheek resting lazily on his fist as he watched.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Victor's knuckles were white with how hard he was clutching the seat. They were two thirds of the way done, but now came the most painful part. He remembered how agonising it'd been to be struck on a spot already cut once. He didn't want to think about how much it was going to hurt the third time around.
Hop had to take a moment to compose himself. His boy's rear was already worse for ware, and still had a strapping coming his way after all this. But he didn't have it in him to draw Victor's suffering out for his own sake. So he raised the cane again.
Crack!
Victor writhed and cried as a new hellish flame burst onto his bottom. He clenched and heaved a heavy breath, his hips lowering and wagging left and right, trying to get any amount of air around his ass. Anything would do!
But it couldn't last, and when he felt Hop's hand rest lightly against his cheeks, he raised his hips and straightened his legs. He knew the man he loved would be there for him when this was all over. He needed to be strong now and take what he'd earned.
Crack!
Each stroke was fire.
Crack!
Each one lit a bonfire on his ass.
Crack!
It was the worst agony Victor had ever felt.
Crack!
He felt like he was being murdered through his rear.
Crack!
He wanted it to stop!
Crack!
And then it did.
Victor hiccupped and sobbed into the seat, which was now soaked in his tears and snot. But he could tell now that the caning was over, that he'd made it through to the other side and that he hadn't shamed himself by trying to avoid it or run away!
Hop was there though, he eased Victor to a standing position, his little ass feeling like it were being held up to a white-hot flame. He didn't even want to see it. He couldn't even touch it. Any humiliation he'd felt at being naked before so many important people had vanished, all he cared about now was getting away with Hop and being held in his strong arms as they drifted to sleep together.
"We're almost there, champ." Hop got to a knee to look Victor in the eye. He took the boy's hands in his own and pressed their foreheads together. "You took that so amazingly, you're a strong boy, my strong boy," He whispered. These words weren't meant for anyone other than his Victor.
"N-Now the strap," Victor whimpered. While he found it hard to stand on his trembling legs, he was empowered by Hop's words. He was still his boy, and that knowledge would help him power through anything thrown at him!
The seat was wiped of Victor's mess and Hop took his place on it. He then led the naked boy over his lap such that his bottom was neatly upturned over his right thigh. He rubbed his hard hand over the hot mounds of flesh presented to him.
Victor sighed in relief, his cheeks relaxing at the soft and familiar touch. Then his already pink face deepened to a solid crimson when he felt himself start to poke Hop. Though the man no-doubt felt it, he didn't let on, which Victor appreciated.
Then Victor felt the harsh leather of the strap against his already burning bottom. He gulped and braced himself. He was in for forty-eight of these, and while one lash of the strap wasn't nearly as bad as one cut of the cane, there were twice as many, and they were going on top of an already caned bottom. Needless to say, this was going to hurt no matter what. At least he was over Hop's lap for this.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Victor let out a triplet of yips to accompany the three slaps Hop laid into him with the strap. The boy's butt jiggled and rippled with each one, the broad strap encompassing his ass, sit-spots and thighs with its mere three spanks. At once, Hop managed to reignite the flames the cane had set there!
He squirmed and wiggled on the man's lap, trying to move his cheeks out of the line of sight! But it was to no avail. All he did was make his boner even harder as it rode up against Hop's leg.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
This time Victor bit his lip and held the fabric of Hop's trousers in a vice grip. The fire sparked hot against his ass. He started to cry again, feeling dread as the pain of the caning came back to bite him again and again and again.
Hop at least gave him a moment's break between trios of slaps from the strap. When they reached the halfway mark, twenty-four slaps and eight rounds of lighting Vic's cheeks on fire, Hop stopped to give him a longer moment of respite.
The man ran his hand carefully over Victor's cheeks, gently massaging and rubbing them in an attempt to soothe some of the hot sting out of them. Victor really did have a lot of bottom to spank. His bubbly and round rear was every definition of the word "spankable". Though Hop didn't consider what he was doing now a spanking. This was a punishment, a harsh, painful punishment that went beyond what he would ever do to Vic of his own accord.
But Hop was one for just as severe aftercare, which Vic would be getting whether he wanted it or not. Though he'd likely be begging for it by the end of this.
Hop raised the strap up again to begin the last stint of Victor's punishment. He didn't finish it with a hardy hurrah or anything of the sort, he was as gentle as he could physically be, and when he finished he threw the strap across the room.
He looked down at Victor's swollen, puffy, red ass. There were eight distinct stripes, each a dark red, while the rest of his cheeks and thighs were a haze of crimson. He put a hand between the kid's shoulder blades and tried to soothe him. He didn't feel like any sort of touch would help his ass with the condition it was in.
"It's done." Hop said as he gently took the sobbing boy into his arms.
"Hmm, I think you'll find that,"
"It's done."
Hop's sharp tone sliced through Bede's pompous sentence. He stood just as harshly, causing the chair to clatter to the ground. He turned and walked, and no-one said anything to stop him, not even Bede, who sat there with his jaw clenched.
He ignored the other campers that'd gathered to watch the show, though he did his best to hide Victor in his arms. As he walked towards the counsellors' quarters, he saw Plumeria walking towards him. She looked haggard, her Toxtricity and Salazzle following behind her.
"It's taken care of." She said, slowing her pace as she passed by him and Vic. She eyed the naked boy, spotting his red rear even in the dimness of the night. Then she looked him in the eye. "You got guts, kid, but think things through next time, alright." Then she left for the mess-hall.
Hop locked the door to his cabin as soon as he entered. Victor was still hiccupping in his arms.
"It's okay, kid, it's over now, everything's fine." He assured as he sat on the bed, holding the child close. "You did amazing, you took the whole thing like a champion!" Victor just buried his face in Hop's neck and wept, finally letting all his emotions and pain out. And Hop let him.
The man lay back on his bed and held Victor close. The kid ended up straddling his waist as he tried to hide from the world in Hop's chest. There were no more prying eyes, the only one to see him was the man he loved, the one whose eyes he wanted on him.
Hop's hands went down Victor's back and softly cupped his stinging rear. The boy hissed but ultimately arched into the touch. No matter the sting, he wanted Hop's hands on him. His boner had died during the strapping, but now that they were alone and there was no-one to see, it came back with a vengeance and poked the man in the tummy.
"I'm sorry," Victor sobbed. "About everything."
"I don't wanna hear it anymore, little man, you've done more than your time, it's all blown over now." He didn't know that for sure, but he'd say whatever he needed to make his boy feel better. He'd bear whatever came down the pipeline himself, Victor had suffered enough.
"Now, you wait here a moment, I'm gonna get something to help your little butt, okay?"
Victor just nodded and wiped his face. Hop left the boy face-down on the bed, but he quickly raised his ass high in the air to keep it taut. When Hop came back with the balm, Victor was still in position, waiting. Though now he had a fist wrapped around his member. He didn't stroke it, he just held and squeezed. It wasn't for pleasure, it was for comfort.
"Alright, kiddo, I'm gonna need you to stay still for me, okay?" Hop got on his knees behind the kid. Given their positioning, he couldn't help but imagine doing something else to Victor's ass. In fact the thought was so prevalent that it made his cock swell in his trousers. Now that all the adrenaline and stress had worn away, his mind had time to feel those feelings again.
Though Hop's own wants didn't matter right now. He squeezed a healthy amount of the balm onto his fingers and rubbed it onto both hands. Then each hand took a cheek and started to massage and knead them.
Victor moaned and arched his ass into Hop's touch, one hand squeezing his cocklet while the other fisted the duvet. Hop wasn't deterred. If anything his boy's reactions made him more fervent. He rubbed the balm in from top of cheek to thigh, making sure not a single bit of red went unattended to.
He was thorough, very thorough, so thorough that his fingers even applied the balm to between Vic's cheeks. One slickened finger even prodded the boy's hole. That made Vic groan and push back into Hop's touch again.
"Vic, I don't know if,"
"Please."
Hop bit his lip, unsure if this was the best time. Then he made the mistake of catching his boy's eye. Then it was inevitable. There was such a deep pleading in them, a deep need and want for this to happen. It wouldn't be their first time, but it'd been long enough since the last time that things would be tight again.
"Okay. But slowly."
Victor nodded and took his hand off his cock to grip the duvet instead. He preferred not to touch himself when he was with Hop. The man knew his body better than he did, so he'd leave everything to him.
Hop came back with a bottle and a small square packet. Victor scowled at it but didn't say anything. He preferred to have Hop finish in him, he loved the feeling of being that much more full. And when Hop pulled out and he could feel him dripping down his thighs. But he knew they couldn't take the risk so he didn't say anything.
"Hey," Hop said, a smirk in his voice. Victor looked over his shoulder just in time to see the man pull his shirt over his head. Then his trousers and underwear were at his ankles. The boy's throat went dry at the sight of the man's member. He imagined it going in him and shuddered. It would wreck him and leave him a whimpering, writhing mess.
He couldn't wait.
Hop was kneeling behind him again. Victor looked under himself and couldn't help but feel completely owned and cared for when he saw Hop's knees keeping his own spread and felt his body bump against Victor's much smaller one.
"Hop!" He cried when he felt a slick finger prod against his hole. Then it slid in and his cocklet quivered. Hop was very good at finding that special spot in him that made Victor turn to jelly. So when it wasn't pressed or even glanced against, he knew it was intentional and that the man was keeping him in utter suspense.
"Hop," He whined, clenching himself around the man's digit and wiggling his red rear at him.
"Slowly."
Victor closed his eyes and accepted how things would be. He moaned again when another finger joined the first, stretching him more than he'd been stretched in a long while. More than he could manage under the covers in the dead of night with his own fingers.
"Hop," He drawled, his body pressing back against the intrusions. He could feel every part of his insides be touched except the one that mattered most.
"Slowly." Hop whispered right in Victor's ear, bit the lobe and kissed his neck as a third finger joined the first two.
In and out, in and out, slowly but surely working Hop loose. With so much in him, it was impossible to not have his sweet-spot at least be grazed against. But it was so little, so tantalising that he almost cried fresh tears. He was so close to heaven yet was being denied entry.
But as those three fingers worked their way wetly in and out of Victor, Hop's other hand wasn't idle. It went to the boy's chest, teased his nipples and rubbed his tummy before sliding down to his boyhood. Hop only grazed against his cock and balls. He only gave the kid an inch to work with but he managed to turn it into a mile. He bucked just a little against him, but that, mixed with the fingers deep in him, was enough to make Victor cum. He shot his little load all over Hop's fingers and the bedsheets.
But he wasn't shamefaced by it. It was complete normality for him to cum several times when he was with Hop. The man knew him inside and out and wouldn't be satisfied unless Victor came at least twice.
Though his climax caused Victor to clench tight around Hop's fingers. So much so that the man didn't think he could wait anymore. He withdrew his digits and picked up the little square package. He tore it open and the slick little circle came out. He rested it against his dripping tip and slid the rubber down the length of his shaft.
Then he picked up the little bottle again and with a few quick pumps his member was as slick as his fingers had been.
"Ready?"
"Mmhm!" Victor buried his face in the covers, his ass raised, his legs spread, his cock hard again. He felt one large hand on his hip as his entrance was prodded by something much larger than fingers. He moaned into the bedding as he was spread. His hole stretched to accommodate Hop, whose thick, round tip pushed deeper and deeper into the boy.
"Yes!" Victor moaned as he pushed slowly back onto Hop. The man had his other hip in his grasp now, and he slowly slid himself in farther and farther, inch by inch, until it was done.
Victor's breaths heaved as he was filled to the brim. He felt like he couldn't take another bit. This was his limit, his physical limit. His sweet-spot was being pushed to another part of him, there was no way for Hop to not hit him there. The man was too big to avoid it.
Then Hop started to pull out. This made Victor more vocal than anything before. He felt his life get pulled out of him with Hop's cock, and then pushed right back into him too. He felt that spot get rammed and shot another load onto the sheets, though this one was more a dribble than a load.
"Fuck, Vic!" Hop said through husky breaths. His large, calloused hands roamed the boy's body, gliding up his sides from his hips until he was holding the kid's shoulders. He leaned over him, pressed his body's weight against him. He wrapped one arm around his chest and held one of Victor's hands.
"I love you!" The man whispered, rearing his hips back and clapping back into the boy under him! Victor yelped in a bizarre mixture of utter pleasure and fiery pain as his sore ass was barrelled into and his prostate was rammed at the same time. But feeling Victor over him, feeling encapsulated, protected, owned and wanted made the pain nothing but a blip on his body's radar. It had much more important things to focus on.
"Hop!" Was all the boy could say as he was exited and entered again. He threw his head back, leaving his neck open to be bitten and sucked on by his man. The pair rocked back and forth in tandem, Hop leading the pair's tempo, making the bed creak and groan under the pressure of their love.
Hop was too much for Victor though, and the boy came for the fourth time that night. Meanwhile Hop was getting close too. He could feel his own climax breaching the horizon. It wouldn't be long now. Especially since his boy had tightened so wonderfully around him.
In and out, in and out. Their minds were one, it was all either of them could think about. That is, until Hop eventually felt that coil tighten in his gut.
"Vic, I'm cumming!" He groaned into the boy's ear, tightening every hold he had on the boy as he slammed into him again and again, feeling himself drive ever-closer until-
"Fuck! Victor!" Hop yelled as his teeth latched onto the boy's bare neck and his cock pulsated. He could tell that the rubber had torn during their throws and that he was filling the boy instead of it. Victor would be pleased at least.
Both man and boy heaved deep breaths as they tried to gather their bearings and make sense of the world. Hop was the first to gain some semblance of lucidity. He held his boy as close as he could and turned them onto their side. He kept himself sheathed deep inside Victor though. Vic loved being filled and Hop loved filling him, so it was a win-win for them.
"I love you too." Victor said between small, deep breaths. Hop was confused for a moment before recalling that he'd said that to Vic a few minutes before. He smiled and hugged his boy close. He pulled the covers over their exhausted bodies and shifted a bit so that their heads could rest on the pillows.
"You're my good boy, Vic, never forget that."
