Master's Choice   von Sean
   (Short stories from a world in which trainers raise human-like pokémon.)
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                       Kapitel 1: Tarquin – Humiliation
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Author's Note: This was the first story I wrote in this 'series' and differs a
bit from the others in terms of style. The others sound less like quickly taken
notes and more like actual stories, promise! It's also the only one with sexual
content (so far).


He knew that heat rushed to his face, but not more so than to his cock that
strained against the ring around its base. He groaned, entirely out of
pleasure.
Master chuckled behind him, the grip in his hair tightening. A kick to the back
of his knees sent him head first to the ground, his face scrapping painfully
against the floor.
“Tell me what you want.“
“Hurt me... more...“
“Be a good boy.“
“...please!“
Master went back to his chair and sat down leasurely. Tarquin was quick on his
feet to follow him there.
“Show me your submission, Tarquin. Lick Master's boots.“
It was sad how easy it was to follow the order, he was on his knees before he
knew it, his tongue lapping the dirt from Master's black boots.
He heard him laugh and felt himself grow harder. It was pathetic, and it felt so
horribly good.
Suddenly there was a hand on his neck pressing his head to the floor, and still
his tongue reached out to taste that dark leather, as if it was the best thing
he had ever tasted.
“Such a good pet...“

Tarquin dragged himself to the showers, fearing his legs might give in any
second. He could never decide whether he loved or hated the feeling of abuse,
but he certainly craved it. He knew that when Master called, he would come to
him again to gladly receive pain and humiliation.
He sank to his knees as the hot water cascaded down over him, unable to
withstand even that small pressure from above. His whole body shivered, despite
the heat, completely exhausted.
He caught himself smiling.

“Are you alright?“
“Yes.“, he answered without looking up.
“You don't look like it.“
“Looks can be deceiving.“
“Do you really want what he does to you?“
“Yes.“
“I'm sure you can see that's rather hard to understand.“
Tarquin turned off the water and stood up, albeit with a struggle. He faced
Blitz, presenting a chest covered with bruises, both old and new, that the other
knew couldn't all stem from battles.
“I don't need you to understand.“
And Blitz didn't, that much Tarquin could tell, but he didn't care and had no
muse to try and explain something he didn't like to dwell on in any case.
“What I do need, right now, is sleep.“
And so he went to do just that, leaving the luxray without an answer.

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