Hi everyone!
Haven't been on this site for a while since my teenage days& stumbled back upon it recently. I had checked for a story featuring Bruno (as I had constantly in my younger years, lol) and was surprised to see there still were none- am I really the only guy he confused as a child ? Haha. I figured with quarantine going on, why not write the story I've thirsted after for so long ?
This gets pretty dark/out there, so don't read if you're not into domination/control etc ;0. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1: Arrival
Ash and his crew stepped out of Victory Road, exhausted. The annual tournament was beginning, and trainers from all over Kanto were gathering.
"Finally!" Ash yelled, dirt speckled on his face, "We made it!"
"Yep," said Brock, "land!"
"That cave was awful! I feel like Zubats are still waiting to land in my hair" said Misty.
"I don't remember it being that hard the first time," said Brock, "Anyway, let's get to our hotel. We need to rest up!"
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Bruno and Sabrina sat at a hotel lobby table idly drinking coffee, each looking bored and distracted. To an onlooker, it would seem they were people watching.
"Do you think he's cute?" she asked, as a handsome, youthful trainer passed by.
"SH!" Bruno said, looking around. "Don't be so loud. I told you, it's a secret!"
"Psh," she scoffed with a laugh, "If you want to keep secrets, you shouldn't ask to have your fortune read," she said flatly. "Plus, he looked like your type if my memory serves," she said with a smirk, "Smaller, leaner…boyish…" she chuckled again.
Bruno glared at her. Just a little too much about him, and what he liked, had been revealed last night- and Sabrina was taking full advantage. She chuckled to herself- of course a big brute like him was into doing all kinds of twisted things to his playmates. Anything to feel strong and powerful, she supposed.
"I'm just trying to get this over with. The sooner we find your targets, the sooner we can get out of here. You remember our deal, right? I'll find you a cute little plaything, and you'll throw your match against me."
Bruno nodded seriously. "You're sure this will work?"
Sabrina laughed shrilly, "Haven't you learned not to doubt me yet?" she asked, but Bruno was looking over her shoulder intently. She turned.
3 trainers had just walked into the hotel, and she saw Bruno's eyes lock onto them.
"Oh, I remember them! I've put them through quite a bit already though. Does he like? But which one. Must be that smaller pale boy," she said, but Bruno did not affirm. "Or is it the other?" she asked, intrigued, "Or both!" She saw his eyes flicker towards her. "Ha! You're nuts….but I like it."
"I ran into them a while back. Must've been 10 years ago or so. They've both grown up nice," he remarked with forced flatness, unwilling to give her anything else to work with.
"Well, since you've been such a doll, I think I can do an added bonus!" she said as she stood up and slid her chair in, not awaiting his response, "Will report back shortly!" she said with a smirk as she turned and ran off.
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It was growing late in the day; Brock and Ash stood on an overlook watching the sun dip into the mountains. It threw long shadows around them as it faded. Misty was upstairs asleep, recovering from their journey through Victory Road. They heard footsteps approaching behind them. Sabrina and her Kadabra were approaching them.
"Hi boys," she said slyly, "how are you doing tonight?"
"Sabrina!" said Ash, "Good to see you!"
"You too," she said grinning, "you too".
Ash felt unsettled by how she said it but shrugged it off. He looked up at her, meeting her eyes. They seemed to be hiding something…and to be…glowing? Yes…they were glowing, glowing with a soft red tinge…a very pretty red. It was hard to look away from. From his peripheral, he saw Brock stare at her a moment later. He didn't look away either.
"Have you returned for more humiliation?" she asked slowly.
"What?" Ash asked sluggishly. It was like he heard the words, but couldn't fully process them.
"You heard me. You're here to compete? Have you realized you never really defeated me? Beating me on some odd technicality with a Haunter qualifies you to be a Pokemon Master?"
Ash stood quietly. He wanted to reply…but that pretty, red glow…
"Dance," said Sabrina.
Ash was confused, but then felt his limbs begin to move slowly, swaying back and forth. His feet started tapping as his hips buckled to and fro. Sabrina giggled.
"That was easy. You can think of this as overdue humiliation you avoided during our second match. What was it, 10 years ago or so? It's time for you to pay back that freebie, and it's going to help me win the tournament! You should be so glad to be useful."
Ash felt a streak of thought stir; what was he doing? What the hell was she saying? His movements slowed as he regained control. He felt his eyes peeling away from Sabrina's slowly. He took a step towards her, almost free from her gaze.
She noticed. Her eyes narrowed.
"Kadabra, Telekinesis" she said simply.
The red light from her eyes seemed to radiate out of them, engulfing her in a shimmering pillar of ruby light. Any control Ash has regained was instantly wiped away. All he could do was stare at that beautiful glimmering light and listen. He noticed drool trickle out of Brock's mouth next to him.
"As I was saying….humiliation. Whenever you, or your little friend here, are humiliated, you'll be instantly turned on. The more humiliated you are, the deeper you'll submit…. and the more you fight it, the deeper you'll submit! A perfect trap to make you both good little puppets, and win me the tournament! You'll stay the same size this time, but I always thought you and your friends did make such good little dolls." She let out a shrill laugh.
Ash and Brock stared at her transfixed as her words seared themselves on their minds. The red light danced through the shadows, pushing them back.
"I think that's all for now, besides that, you'll both meet me in room 302 in an hour for dinner with a special guest," she said turning away, "Oh, and one other thing- forget that any of this happened once I'm gone."
The red light receded. Just as suddenly as she'd arrived, she was turning up the path and was gone. Brock and Ash stood still frozen for a minute, but eventually, each looked up. After a moment of looking around, Ash spoke.
"I'm glad Sabrina stopped by!" Ash remarked, and they absentmindedly continued their previous conversation.
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Around an hour later, they abruptly stopped talking, both realizing they needed to head up to dinner at the same time. They went to Sabrina's room and knocked. She opened the door.
"Hi, you two!" Sabrina said warmly, "I'm so glad you made it!"
"Thanks for inviting us!" said Ash enthusiastically, stepping into the room. He noticed a strong smell as he walked in. It was unpleasant.
"We're just waiting for one more," she said, gesturing to a table set for four nearby, ushering them to sit,
Ash looked around the room, noticing its contents. It seemed odd for Sabrina. There were weights all-around along with dumbbells and a punching bag. Looking further, he noticed the source of the smell: a bunch of clothes that looked way too big for her balled up in the corner, and several towels that appeared to be dried with sweat. He grimaced with disgust.
"Is this your room?" Ash asked puzzled.
"Nope! We're here courtesy of the special guest I mentioned," Sabrina said, still smiling. Ash felt somewhat odd, like her smile was starting to take on a creepy tone.
"Who is it?" Brock asked.
"You'll see!" she said excitedly, "He's had his eye on you since you arrived." She turned and smiled to herself.
She poured them a glass of wine and they chatted until there was a knock at the door. She left up to get it. When she opened the door, a hulking, huge figure entered the room. It was a tall, wide man, who's body was brimming with muscle. Every small motion he made caused a different set of muscles to twitch together or stretch apart visibly. He wore a tight black shirt that hugged his bulging muscles tightly. On his lower half, he wore long white pants that seemed to extend forever down his endlessly long legs; Ash thought he must've only come to just between the man's navel and upper chest. Around his feet he wore large black boots; it looked like one of them was the size of Ash's entire lower leg. The man's arms and legs easily looked the size of Ash's torso; and aside from his physical presence, Ash smelt a sudden blast of that same smell as before as the man entered the room, but stronger. He noticed the man's shirt was marked with dark sweat stains at the armpits and the front of the chest; like he had just finished working out. Bruno entered the room.
"Finally!" she said, "Now we can eat!" She began to cart out 4 plates from the oven.
"It's nice to see you. I'm Bruno. I'm not sure if you recall but I think we met a long, long time ago. What were your names again?"
"I think I remember," said Ash, brow furrowing, "I think it was right when I'd started out as a trainer. I'm Ash, and this is Bro-
"I think so too," said Bruno interrupting; he seemed to barely notice Ash's answer. "You look a lot older now; a lot more mature. I wanted to hear about your progress…"
"Well, it's been a while!" Ash said.
Ash watched Bruno's eyes rest on him and Brock. Part of him felt uncomfortable, like he should run out of the room, but he batted the thought down.
"Anyway, let's eat!" Bruno said, but he seemed to be eyeing them more than the food.
They began to eat, each digging into their food, which was very good. It grew quiet as they cut up and ate their food.
"I'm glad you and your friend here kept battling and training to compete in tournaments like this Ash," Bruno said, breaking the silence.
"Thanks!" Ash said through bites.
"Even though you stand no chance, really," said Bruno casually, popping a slice of steak greedily into his mouth.
Ash wasn't sure he heard right at first but noticed everyone's demeanor change slightly. He looked up and saw Bruno grinning at him daring him to reply. He wanted to snap back but felt his aggression fade for some reason. He just laughed the comment off. He saw Brock look at him puzzled from the corner of his eye.
"I mean I don't really get why you're competing; as I said, you don't really have a shot at winning the over-alls. But I guess they do need filler contestants."
Ash felt a funny, warm feeling overwhelm him, readjusting in his seat. He wanted to tell Bruno to shut up, but as quickly as the rage had arisen, it was replaced with something else. A warm feeling, settling in his pants. The feeling of his dick swelling. It was all he could focus on; the more he tried to focus to reply, the stronger the feeling grew. He saw Brock staring at him, puzzled as to why he was so quiet; he wanted to try to explain it to Brock but he couldn't find the willpower to do so. He felt hazy, like he was thinking in a fog. He felt his eyes glaze over.
"Hey Bruno, relax," Brock said to Ash's relief.
"No problem," said Bruno, "I can respect a Gym Leader. Especially one who got beat by someone on their …what was it Ash, 2nd or 3rd Pokemon battle?"
"Hey, cut it ou-" Brock started to say roughly, but Ash saw his face soften as he stopped mid-sentence. His face looked strained, like he was fighting something.
"It's just the truth. You lost to a feral spray rat, with no experience. That brought your Onyx down?"
Brock, still pushing through, managed to speak with noticeable effort. "Shut up ass-ho-"
"What's that? You want my asshole loser?" asked Bruno, deep voice booming loudly. Bruno's baritone voice felt like waves to Ash, washing over him, making things go slower and seem foggier.
Brock straining intensified; he started to shake visibly. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Say it boy," said Bruno, voice lowering to a low growl but maintaining its deep quality, "Imagine rubbing your face up against my sweaty bottom after a workout. Say you want it."
Brock struggled more, gripping the sides of the table as he strained. It began to shake as the air filled with the sound of rattling silverware.
"In fact, just take a deep breath right now. This room is filled with my scent; you've been inhaling it since you walked in."
Ash had been right about the odor in the room; he noticed it again now that it had been mentioned, but it smelled…different now. Sweeter, and more alluring…
"Smell it? And that's just from some old clothes. Now imagine the real thing," Bruno said smugly.
Brock grunted, and Ash saw his straining stop. It was like he was watching a movie through foggy glasses. Brock shuddered twice, looking down, eyes closed, and began squirming in his seat. The squirming turned to grinding for a moment, then stopped. When he lifted his head, his eyes were empty and vacant. He stared at Bruno and his attention seemed to focus, desire slowly creeping over his face.
"I want it," he said blankly.
"That's right," Bruno crooned, beaming.
"I think I'll be taking my leave now," said Sabrina briskly, sitting up, "Thanks for the entertainment though! Hope you'll remember during our match…or else."
The door slammed shut. Ash barely noticed her leave. Some part of him felt like it should be distressed or concerned, but he continued to blankly watch the scene before him. He was relaxed. And he felt…happy. Happy to be left here, just the 3 of them.