Luin struggled against his restraints weakly, the Riolu's body bound into a kneeling position in the dark, cool room. With a heavy leather blindfold secured firmly over his eyes, an ever-slightly-too-big ball gag forced between his teeth and tied into place, and arm and leg bars binding his limbs from moving about freely, the most the pokemon could do was to listen and wait, quietly whimpering to himself as the others moved around him. He could hear them clearly walking back and forth, preparing whatever it was they had in mind; Twigs, the Treecko and his partner, had something very specific planned Luin was sure. Why else would he have invited that Jolteon over to assist? The Riolu hadn't caught the latter's name yet, but it probably didn't matter. They wouldn't be holding a conversation with him so much as ordering him about, if he had to guess. That tended to be how things went for him, for better or worse.

“There, I think we're about done.” Luin's ears strained for a moment to triangulate the direction of the voice as Twigs spoke up, the Treecko's soft footsteps barely audible over the sound of his own breathing. “Time to get started Luin. I hope you're prepared.” The voice continued, marching up slowly behind the Riolu and pulling him to his feet unsteadily. The dual leg bars between his ankles and thighs left him struggling to stand, lower legs held closer together than their upper counterparts and forcing him into a decidedly weak and unstable stance. Twigs gave a rough tug on Luin's leash for emphasis, his collar shifting and tightening uncomfortably. He whimpered again through the ball gag, more loudly this time, the noise rising from deep within his belly and sliding up and out of his mouth in an instant.

“What, don't like how I tied you up? That's too bad Luin. You're going to be tied up like this for a long, long time.” Twigs teased, a hint of genuine sadism in his voice. It was obvious how much he was enjoying this already, just from the way he carried himself around even invisible. “At least long enough that I feel you've learned your lesson, and we both know what a slow learner you can be. Now walk forward just a bit. Even you can't mess this up.” The Treecko gave the Riolu a shove, the latter stumbling forward and toppling over, landing forcefully on his torso. The floor wasn't particularly hard, but he was still thankful the lattice of ropes binding him softened the impact. “Or maybe you can.” Twigs sniffed with derision, stomping over more loudly and coming to rest at Luin's side. He felt something wrap itself through the ropes tight against his back, pulling him back into a kneeling position. The floor was a bit colder here than where he'd been previously, so he had at least made a bit of forward progress.

“Are we doing this or not Twigs? You promised me we'd get to break him, not just toss him around all day.” An unfamiliar voice resounds off the cramped walls, identified as the Jolteon from earlier after the Riolu had a moment to orient himself. “Yeah yeah, hold your Ponytas, we're getting to that.” Twigs shot back, giving Luin a sharp tug on the ears and pulling his head back to stare through his blindfold at the unseen ceiling. “Get a nice good angle on this fucktoy's face right now, it'll be hard to really make it out once he starts crying everywhere.” There was the sensation of his gag being tugged at from behind, and fingers wrapping around his neck to squeeze tightly around it; Luin, deprived on his other senses, found himself rapidly running out of air as the gag was removed from his mouth, leaving him drooling and gasping for oxygen, tongue writhing about visibly in vain. “Oh, did I not mention that Luin? We're recording this for later. You're going to be a star! We'll make copies and send them to everyone you know so they can see what a fucking whore you are.” Twigs chuckled oddly at this last comment, the Riolu's thoughts pushing their way through the haze of asphyxiation to try and determine what he was so angry about. And then he smacked him, the sudden strike leaving his ears ringing and sending him falling to the floor again. His bindings absorbed most of the impact once again, but with the rush of air back into his lungs and the shock of it all, Luin's immediate reaction was a pained, sobbing howl. “Wh-why!?” He cried, deprived, hurting, and confused before the action had even really begun to get underway.

“Why? I suppose you're wondering what you did to make me so mad, is that it Luin?” Twigs sighed, tapping his foot. “You're not nearly as subtle as you think you are, and even that's not much to begin with. Remember Asher? You know, our Braixen friend in the Explorer's guild? The one you cheated on me with like a bitch in heat that couldn't wait another day or two for her mate to come home and fuck her brains out? Yeah, I heard about that.” The Treecko tutted, tapping his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “There are pictures, even! I'll give you that they are pretty nice though, even if you took them with someone else without asking me. They really accentuate what a worthless cumdump you are, letting loose all over yourself as you ride another 'mon's manhood.”

“I-I-I d-didn't m-mean to-” Luin began, stuttering and gasping around his still numb, drooling tongue. He was almost immediately cut off, Twigs kicking him over onto his back and grinding his heel into the Riolu's tiny, smoothly rounded balls. “Shut up. I don't want an explanation from you. In fact, I don't even really want an apology. Or at least not one I don't force out of you. You're going to be making up to me for this for a long, long time.” He removed his foot, soft padding slipping away from the sensitive sack to rest once again on the floor; his other foot positioned itself to flip Luin over onto his belly, leaving his tail and ass exposed to where he assumed the camera was filming from.

“Nice. I can see why Asher wanted to get in that.” The Jolteon snickered, claws softly clattering on the hard floor as he shifted position. There was a slight crackle of static electricity and a whiff of ozone soon after as the evolved Eevee wafted its tail about, approaching the others slowly. “It'll look even better once we put a nice shade of pink and red into it, believe me.” Twigs responded, pacing away from a moment and returning with something an armful of something noisy and metallic. “Ass up, Luin. On your knees like a good bitch.” Twigs gave him a brief tap with his foot, interrupting the Riolu's moaning and sobbing into the floor long enough for him to pull himself up into a more easily mounted position. Was Twigs just going to let the Jolteon fuck him, he wondered. That didn't seem like much of a revenge for cheating...

His ponderings were answered shortly by a tug on his tail out of the way, and a sudden sharp impact on his rear. For a moment, he barely felt it, the slow stream of miserable tears down his face halting for a moment as he took stock of what was going on; the next slap made it completely, painfully clear, sending a wave of agony up his body. Twigs wound up the long, thin rod for another smack, the first pair already stinging and burning, bruises no doubt beginning to form. “There you go, snap out of your daydreams Luin. Pay attention.” The Riolu's tears resumed in earnest as he began to strain and struggle against his restraints once again, a sobbing voice choking its way out of his mouth. “I-I-I'm s-s-sorryyyy! I'm sorrrrrry! Plea-ea-ease, I-I-I'm sorry!” He cried, words breaking as Luin pulled his legs apart as far as the bars would allow them; his soft effeminate skin pressed into the leather straps almost painfully, as if to dull the more present ache on his plump and abused ass.

“Yes Luin, I know. But as I said before, I don't care. Until I feel like you've made it up to me, you might as well save your br- actually, strike that. Apologize more, it'll make for a better video.” Twigs angled the rod back once again, swinging it in a quick snap. It hit just below the others with a snap and rush of air, between Luin's shapely cheeks and his upper thighs. Stinging far worse than before even on the initial impact, it left him gasping and bucking his body to breath. “See, there you go being disobedient again. I say stop talking, you won't shut up. I say speak, you fall all silent again.” Another smack resounded in his ears and set his pain receptors aflame, this time even further down. The Riolu can feel the earlier impacts beginning to bruise already as he jumps forward reflexively, falling to his belly again away from the Treecko's caning. His throat is beginning to tighten up, sobbing and choking back as much of his tears as he can, wheezing between pleading whimpers. Why was this happening?
The Treecko tutted loudly once again, tossing down the rod with a clatter and moving to force his abused toy back up to his knees once again. The Jolteon moves up to his friend's previous position, pawing at Luin's abused posterior. “Oh man, you already really did a number on him. Look at that, he's bright red down there.” Twigs snickered, shoving the Riolu's blindfolded head into his crotch, wrapping his legs around the sides and leaving him to cry quietly into his partner's thighs. “I told you, didn't I? It's such a pretty shade too~” There's the sound of a bottle of water being snapped open, followed by a loud gulping. Twigs gasped for a moment as he removes it from his mouth, sighing happily. Luin whimpered, throat dry, rubbing his nose into the Treecko's groin pleadingly.

“You want some water, Luin?” Twigs asked, answered by another whining rub in the form of a nod. “Are you going to be a good bitch, do what I say, and take what I give you?” Luin shivered, nodding as the Jolteon tongues his ass wetly, forcing a wet appendage past his well-trained rosebud. His head was roughly pulled up by the ears as he gave his coerced consent, Twigs forcing his mouth open further and shoving the bottle's open top past his teeth. The latter pokemon squeezing around the plastic container, a steady stream of water began filling Luin's mouth and overflowing out of it in an instant. Gulping and choking loudly on the liquid, he did his best to swallow what he's given, sealing his lips around the cap and suckling on it like a teat. After a few moments of waste, the Riolu seemed to have the process down, only for the Treecko to squeeze even harder, his cheeks bulging with the sudden increase in flow until they burst open. Water poured from Luin's mouth in a messy gush, Twigs withdrawing his source of hydration and shoving his now wet face back down between his legs before he could properly react. “Now that was a good shot. Your face when your cheeks started bulging up? Priceless.” Mouth trapped between Twig's thighs, Luin found himself smelling something a bit different than the Treecko's crotch. His leash was tugged at roughly as he attempeds to adjust himself, face pulled upwards into Twigs forcefully. “So now you've got your water. How about you do the same thing for me what my friend's doing for you, hmm? Get your tongue in there, fucktoy.” He hissed, pulling up on the Riolu's leash until his collar began to strangle him against the Treecko's taint.

With little choice in the matter, Luin tentatively began to probe with his tongue, sliding it free from his sore, soaked mouth and rubbing it along Twig's soft flesh until he found his target. The taste and smell was almost enough to make him forget his current predicament, his new Jolteon friend continuing his rimming, appendage alternating between rough and smooth as it licked and ground against the Riolu's broken prostate. He found himself oozing precum despite himself, tasting and feeling around Twig's rosebud in a circle before pushing his tongue's tip into it; the hole constricted around him tightly, forcing him to angle and strain to deepen his penetration, rubbing all along the walls with every part of his tongue as he slid slowly through the Treecko's ring. After a moment, he found the other's prostate, and with a practiced motion motivated by desperation for release from his predicament, Luin began to tease and massage it, pressing firmly against the organ as he thrust in and out with his own.

“Yes, just like that...” Twigs groaned, hips bucking slightly and grinding against the Riolu's face. He couldn't see the look on the Treecko's face, but from the sound of his voice he guessed it was somewhere in the range of sadistic pleasure. His collar continued to choke him despite his best efforts to please the other pokemon, leaving him with the uncomfortable position of rimming his partner's ass even as he began to fade from lack of air. A few gasps here and there as Twigs adjusted position did little to keep him alert, he awareness of what was going on slowly falling off until all he could feel was the Jolteon roughly probing his ass, and the Treecko's own. Beginning to black out, Luin strained to breath even as he maintained his servicing, and with a few final bucks of the Treecko's hips he overheard the latter shout something, followed shortly by a sudden rush of air and a quick fall onto the floor. He moaned and shivered with each breathe as he regained his awareness, becoming dimly cognizant of the fact that he was now both stuck in a chastity cage, and painfully hard.
'Hard' was a bit of an overstatement, of course. He wasn't exactly large before he found himself stuck in the permanent role of pokemon cocksleeve, and with little use after that for even an average size member he'd found himself unable to maintain anything but a pathetically small one even with the most intense of prostate massages. This, combined with the cage binding his girlish cock, meant it was almost more of an aesthetic choice than an actual design feature; his true pleasure came from his ass, and the feeling of said ass being parted and thoroughly, ruinously fucked. Regardless, as Luin's bearings returned to him, the sudden presence of the toy limiting his ability to please himself (or anyone else, for that matter) was a bit of a shock. Likewise a shock was the actual shock that quickly greeted him, the Jolteon brushing his statically fluffed tail along the sides of the metal cage, sending a quivering, howl-inducing orgasm shuddering up the Riolu's spine.

His cum falling from the chastity cage in long, heavy strands, Luin moaned loudly, shifting his head to the side to nuzzle at the ground and prolong his post-orgasmic bliss. The Jolteon chortled loudly, evidently pleased with this turn of events. “You said he was a quick shooter, but wow. That's almost impressively pathetic.” He laughed mockingly, Twigs giving another quick jerk on the Riolu's leash from his new position behind him to snap him out of his haze. “He'll take a bit longer once he's hurting more, don't worry. Wouldn't want this to be over too quickly, now would we?” Luin whimpering, he struggled to angle his head to speak again, his upper arms pinned to his sides by the bar crossing over his back, forearms pressing up weakly. “Wh-what are you going to do?” He asked, twisting his head to stare pleadingly in the direction he'd heard the Jolteon speak from. The reply was instant, as Twigs gave another sharp tug on the leash and followed it up with a sudden smack of the rod on his fucktoy's sensitive ass. Said fucktoy, crying out in pain, attempted to fall forward once again away from the beating, only to find his hips held up by further bindings. Face-first in the floor once again, he has a few moments to focus through the pain as Twigs winds up for another strike.

“That was five. Here's six.” He said, caning the Riolu across both cheeks mercilessly as the Jolteon paws at his caged cock once again. Luin found himself almost instantly hard within the confining device despite himself, the pain forcing tears down his face again and setting him to wailing once more, albeit more quietly than previously. “There. Six. Can you say it, Luin? Six.” Twigs groped at the bruised pokemon's sore cheeks, squeezing and thumbing the cane marks. “Say. It.” He hissed, hand kneading into his soft flesh painfully. “S-six!” Luin sobbed, Twig's hand returning to its position holding the former's leash almost instantly. “Good pet. Now, here's seven. Can you say seven?” Even blindfolded, caged, bound, and beaten, Luin can still feel the Treecko's eyes on him, and the grin growing across his face.

Thwack. “S-seven!” He cried, the strike a bit above the others but still firmly across both his rounded cheeks.

Thwack. “E-eight!” Luin squirmed against his restraints as he cums once again from the Jolteon's shocking touch, moaning and howling in pleasure and pain as his balls shifted and slit oozed, cum streaming through the cage's metal shell away from his cock pitifully.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. “Nine! T-t-t-en! Ele-v-v-ven! I-I'm s-sorry! Pl-please, I-I'm sorry!”

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Luin writhed about on the floor, electricity running through his bound member and bruising red agony on his backside. Continuing to count each strike, the Riolu's balls drain themselves rapidly, a dull soreness setting in as he's forced to cum over and over and contrasting with the far sharper ache elsewhere. Twigs shifts position, pressing his foot over the back of Luin's neck, pinning the living punching bag in place and angling his strikes to hit in new and interesting places.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. “O-o-one H-hundr-r-red n-ni-nin-ni-ninety s-s-s-seeeeeveeeeen!” The Riolu wailed, head pinned to the floor, face soaked with tears burning his eyes beneath his blindfold, watery saliva drooling into a puddle around his face as his nose ran into it. “P-please, Twi-twigs, I'll d-d-do a-a-anything you wa-wa-want! I'll be g-good! Please s-stop! I'm sorryyyyy!” Luin begs, hips bucking into the Jolteon's tail as he electrifies the broken pokemon's member once again, a few small drips of cum slipping from the chastity cage.

“But we're so close to two hundred! Come on, Luin, you can make it there if you try! Do it for me~.” Twigs mocked, grinding his foot into the side of the blindfolded pokemon's head.

“P-please...”

“You'll do anything I want? Whatever, whenever, wherever I tell you?”

“Y-yes, I'll be g-good... I'll be all y-yours, only y-yours...”

“Good.” Twigs sighed, giving the Riolu one last smack for good measure, and pushing him over onto his side with the balls of his feet. “O-one hundred ninety eight...” He murmured between choking sobs, trembling uncontrollable as he breathes into the tear and spittle soaked floor. His cock and sack ached dully, his backside utterly numb from the beating. Hearing Twigs lean down and begin untying his blindfold, Luin whimpered, eyes adjusting from the utter darkness and burning of his tears to the dimly lit room. Twigs stared down at him, smiling almost paternally.

“Hungry?” He asked, the broken pokemon quivering with a mixture of fear and reverence towards the one that had broken him. “Y-yes... do you wa-want me to eat something?” Luin asked, staring blankly back at the Treecko. The Jolteon stepping around the Riolu's backside elegantly, he nudged a large plastic pet food bowl into Luin's field of view, filled just to the point of overflowing with cum. His own cum, sloshing back and forth in the container wetly. Twigs gave his pet a pleasant scratch behind the ears, nudging him towards it “I do. Eat up Luin. You need your strength.”

Staring fearfully at the bowl, then back to Twigs, the pokemon struggled towards it, helped along after a moment by the Treecko undoing the bindings on his arms. His legs remained useless as he weakly pushed himself up, glancing up at the others once again for a moment before slowly beginning to lap at the cum-filled pet bowl. It was somewhere in between warm and room-temperature, and far denser near the bottom than the top from his multiple forced orgasms, leaving the texture even more unfortunate as his tongue passed through multiple layers of cum thickness as he gulped up each mouthful. The slippery seed trickled down his sore throat nauseatingly, each pained swallow deepening his feelings of humiliation as he alternative his vision's focus between the bowl and the Treecko; it was intensified even more after Twigs decided to rest his foot on Luin's head again, pushing his mouth and nose into the cum and denying him air once again until he'd managed to choke enough of it down. Licking the cum from his snout a few minutes later, the Riolu tongued the bowl clean, pushing himself back up onto his knees and resting his hands on his sore, bruised thighs. Luin stared up at Twigs devotedly as his tear-soaked face slowly dried, watching the lens of the camera he was holding in his peripheral vision.

“What can I do for you now, master?”