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The Munum Region, Chapter 5

The Showcase

By Shadymissionary

When a native of Munum came of age, they would receive the gift of their own personal slave. The day after they received the slave - the assumption was that they would personally break them in at some point overnight - the new master would throw a birthday party with the rest of their Munumian friends. Besides the usual trappings of a favorite meal and cake, the birthday celebrant would showcase their new slave to his peers, who would all 'test' him at once. Anyone who was old enough could participate directly, and it wasn't uncommon for some masters to let their own slaves participate. It was something of an unspoken contest that the most appealing slave who would endure the longest would be a potential favorite for the Munum Tournament - and depending on who you asked, the showcase was either an examination of a slave's chances or pre-emptive revenge against a defeat.

Jador had a lot of friends at his birthday party. And while Ash was getting to know them very intimately, he wouldn't be able to pick them out of a crowd. Making them happy was much more important than remembering their faces. After the first several minutes of 'testing', all he could process was a haze of cocks entering him in one hole or the other, hands grabbing and squeezing his naked skin, voices commanding him to suck harder or bounce more, and the occasional mouth wrapping around his own cock by one of the more generous master's slaves.

The night had started with Ash getting everyone excited with his dancing. The slave gyrated and thrust his hips back and forth, side to side, silently promising a night of entertainment for the assorted birthday guests. He didn't bother with seductive teases for very long - everyone knew what they wanted to do with him. Ash started shaking his ass up and down, making his loincloth flap up to show everyone what he had to offer. It didn't take long for everybody to get horny for the trainer turned slave, and the showcase started in earnest.

The guests had all been quite thrilled to bang the famous Ash Ketchum, and the slave was swiftly stripped naked and shoved onto his hands and knees. The slave's mouth was shoved into one of the master's cocks, and Ash quickly started sucking with all the expertise of his training, much to the birthday guest's loud delight. Several of them started hooting "Ash Ketchum, champion cocksucker!" a title that made Ash blush with brainwashed pride.

There was a second of unspoken panic in the slave when Ash felt another boy's hands spread his ass apart while he was still in the middle of a blowjob - was he going to mess up? This would only be his second time taking it up the rear, and he hadn't been spitroasted at all. But when the boy at the rear pushed his way in hard, Ash kept his mouth loose and kept sucking even as his ass was being fucked. The two boys took turns thrusting each end of the new slave, pushing him back and forth like a cheap toy. Ash found himself in a rhythm of his own, sucking one second and contracting his ass the other. It came naturally to him now, and the two party guests enjoyed the feeling. Soon, they finally climaxed at both ends, filing Ash in a way that was overwhelming for the boy.

The only coherent thought Ash could make at that point was Cum tastes and feels good.

But the slave wasn't allowed to rest. Once the first two guests had finished with him, one of the bigger men hoisted him onto his lap, pushing what felt like an immense cock into Ash's already sore, dripping hole. The slave didn't protest, though he let out a surprised gasp when the master gripped Ash's rod tightly and started pumping hard.

"Start bouncing, Ass Bitchem. And keep your hands busy." he commanded.

Ass Bitchem? That's a good name for me...time to earn it.

Despite his weariness, Ash could tell what his current butch wanted him to do with the two other naked young men standing nearby. Ash managed to get one hand around each of the boys' cocks and masturbate them, all while pushing himself up and down onto the bigger guests member. His stroking skills weren't quite as good as they would be if he could focus on one cock at a time, but the guests were still happy with his ministrations. The slave completely lost himself in the intense pleasure he felt from every angle, barely noticing the cum splatter over his face and body, or the spurts that filled him from behind.

Ash had no idea what happened after that. The second he had extracted himself from the bigger boy's cock, a glimmering pendulum was dangled in front of his eyes and waved back and forth, back and forth. The next thing Ash registered was waking up with every single one of his muscles even more sore than before, a strangely-shaped rubber dildo buzzing in his ass, and an irresistible compulsion to sing that his new destiny was to be the biggest slut in all of Munum. Which he did, making his audience laugh heartily.

They want more...I need to give more...they will have more...

Ash could barely stand after that round, so it was decided to use the bracelets on his wrists and ankles to suspend him in the air for the next few batches of guests and their slaves. After ropes dangling from the ceiling were connected to the hooks in each of the silver rings, the slave dangled helplessly at waist level as the birthday orgy continued with him at the center. That was when the slave noticed a different sensation on his skin that wasn't hands or cocks...it felt like smaller, softer fingers scratching into his skin.

Whatever it was, it was quickly overwhelmed by the feelings of the next batch of hard cocks filling him up. One generous master allowed his own slave to suck off the dangling centerpiece of the orgy, giving the boy some release. A less generous one walloped the slave's ass with what felt like a paddle for every tournament loss he'd had before his victory. And then pounded the still sore rear with hard abandon immediately after.

Hurts...like it...like it when it hurts...like it no matter what I feel...

And Ash endured it all, but as the night wore on, everything around him started bleeding into a barely-coherent brown-and-white swirl, cocks and cum and voices and fingers, until there was a longer break than usual, and his used body finally passed out from exhaustion...

...only to be harshly woken up by a sharp swat to his rear.

Ash's eyes shot open. It was much later in the night, and all of the birthday guests had left the room, either having gone home or retired elsewhere in the palace. There was no-one in the room besides Ash and whoever or whatever had smacked his ass to wake him up.

Ash managed to work his head back to see Lucario standing behind him, with what looked like a riding crop in his paws. The instrument of punishment was designed to cause a quick, sharp pain that wouldn't leave any permanent marks, perfect for discipling a slave without damaging him. The strike was done to communicate that it was time for the slave to wake up and get going.

As soon as he was sure his charge was wide awake, Lucario began disconnecting the ropes hanging Ash from the ceiling. The first two hooks to disconnect were Ash's two legs, which fell to the cum-covered floor with an awkward thump. The slave hurriedly got himself to a steady standing position while his watchdog undid the connections on his wrists.

Once his hands were freed, Ash moved his arms and fingers around to regain feeling inside of them. That was when he noticed that there were black marks covering his arms that he didn't recognize. For that matter, there were black marks everywhere that he didn't recognize. Between those and the smell of dried cum still splattered all over his body, Ash felt dirtier than usual, and he started trying to scrub himself off with his bare hands...

SWAT

And he immediately stopped, letting his hands fall to his sides. Apparently, Lucario's master didn't want him to clean himself off just yet. He'd stay dirty just a little longer.

Lucario stepped in front of the naked slave and gestured to follow. Ash didn't hesitate, even if he wobbled slightly on his tired legs. As the two of them left the orgy room, two of Malifa's slaves stepped inside with mops and rags to start cleaning up.

Ash expected to be brought back to either Jador's room or the slaves' designated sleeping area, but Lucario instead guided him towards another room in the palace. The room he was brought into wasn't particularly remarkable, having the same carpet and walls as any other area in the palace. The only thing inside was a tall black object that looked like a metal folding curtain with four screens and several black 'eyes' embedded into several of the walls.

"You did surprisingly well." Sheik Malifa's amused voice came over a hidden speaker. "Lasted much longer than I expected. And from what I'm seeing, you made my son and his friends very happy. Well done."

Ash nodded wearily. "Th-thank you, sir." he responded, his throat dried out from all the activity he'd just finished. Though he did wonder what exactly Malifa was 'seeing' that told him that.

"There is a red circle on the floor. Stand there, facing the screens. Keep your arms at your sides."

Ash didn't question the order, walking to the red circle that he could clearly see on the floor and standing there as he was commanded to. As he waited, he could hear soft clicking noises around him, from the walls and the screens. He couldn't place them exactly, but they reminded him of camera shutters.

"Before you came to Munum, what was your greatest official accomplishment? Think of how you were feeling at your highest moment."

"Being the first Champion of the Alola Region." Ash answered, reflecting on how proud he had been that day, holding his golden trophy in front of him, with crowds cheering him on for his amazing accomplishment. It had been the best moment of his life, before he had come to Munum.

"Now, take a good, long look at what you are now."

Ash watched the black folding screen in front of him intently, waiting for what Malifa wanted him to see. The screens stayed blank for a moment, but then they suddenly activated and presented something Ash wasn't quite expecting.

It was him. The screens showed Ash his naked body, one in the front, one in the back, and one for each side. Ash stared at every inch of his exposed skin, and what had been put on the skin.

It wasn't just the cum stains that were still splattered over his body. Jador's party guests had written and drawn all over him with dark black ink. The word 'SLUT' was written on his forehead, with two stylized dicks on both his cheeks. The front of his chest had a sloppily rendered collection of circles that marked most slaves in Munum, as well as the title 'Jador's Bitch' and quite a few other nicknames that made 'Ass Bitchem' seem classy. Scribbled onto his arms were tally marks and ratings (Ash was rather proud that none of them were below 8/10), obviously for the cocks he had stroked during the orgy. More ratings and tally marks were written onto his back, with a few names Ash figured had been the guests signing tonight's conquest. Another collection of rings formed a bulls-eye around his asshole, with a cock-shaped arrow down his back pointing right at where his hole was. The outside of his buttcheeks were emblazoned with black handprints showing where to grip him during fucking, and more tally marks counted how many boys had bred him that night alone. Down his legs were more signatures and ratings for his sexual performance, with a few more dicks drawn on his feet for good measure.

"We can't mark you permanently, so I want you to memorize everything you see on you. Imprint it on your mind. Whenever you imagine yourself, I want you to see everything written on you. Know that this is what you are in Munum, no matter how much you accomplished outside. You are not the Champion of Alola, you are a naked, humiliated slave after an orgy. You will hear everyone's laughter and jeers in your ears when you consider how you are seen. And smile at the thought."

"Yes, sir. This is who I am in Munum. I will always remember the way I am here and now."

And he would. Ash didn't have the best memory, but the mental image of his degraded and disgraced body was burned into his mind. Every word, every obscene picture, every rating, every tally. He could hear the laughter of everyone at the orgy echoing in his mind, the hoots, the taunts, the nicknames.

And that memory would make him smile, proud and content. He was a slave in Munum, through and through. And whenever he thought of himself, this would be what he saw. And he would feel good about it. Even better than he'd ever felt with that trophy.

"Good boy. Now, go to my son's bedroom. Make sure Jador and your former Pokemon see everything before you wash yourself off. Then you may sleep."

Ash nodded, and walked out of the room with the screens towards his master's bedroom. Lucario followed closely, discipline tool in hand. Time for one more showcase.

It didn't take long to return to Jador's bedroom, and Lucario knocked to announce Ash's final demonstration for the night.

"Just a sec..." Ash heard the distinctive sounds of Pokeballs activating behind the door. His master was letting everybody out to get a good look at him. "Ok! We're ready."

Ash opened the door and strode in, presenting his marked-up body for his master and his former Pokémon to gape at. He could hear the stifled laughter as the Thabane and the Pokémon he'd raised looked over every degrading word and symbol on his body. Even if he would be training them on Jador's behalf, seeing him like this ensured that they'd never forget how much respect he really deserved.

Infernape came up behind Ash and placed his paws on the handprints marking his master's rear, letting out a mocking hoot that made Ash blush appreciatively. In front of him, Hawlucha put his hands on his hips and made a 'thrusting' pose in Ash's direction, smirking all the while. Gengar floated above him, not even bothering to hide his laughter at his former trainer's situation. Torterra just sat in the back of the room, but Ash could tell he was enjoying the view the same as everyone else. Ash spun around to make sure his leering Pokémon didn't miss an inch of their master's new appearance.

Jador was sitting on his bed in his silk bedclothes, Pikachu sitting on his shoulder and smirking at his best friend's humiliation. With a crook of his finger, he summoned his personal entertainer closer so he could see everything scrawled on him more clearly. Ash's master just let out a wolffish whistle on reading his slave's performance reviews while Pikachu chuckled at his old master's new nicknames.

"Heh...today was a very good day for you, wasn't it?" Jador asked. "You made all my friends very happy."

Ash nodded, turning around so Jador could see the rest of the signatures and 'tattoos' on his body. "Yes, master. It was great for me." he answered sincerely.

Jador's finger traced the rings of the bullseye around Ash's hole, making the slave curl up his toes in suppressed pleasure. "Almost wish I could mark you like this permanently...but I want Ash Ketchum as my toy, not 'Ass Bitchem'. Not just another boytoy I could get at auction."

"I-I'll be whoever you want me to be, master-AH!" Ash gasped when he felt Jador's fingers gently enter his ass, as if checking something. The watching Pokemon 'oooooohed' appreciatively, thinking this would go somewhere fun.

"Calm down, all of you." Jador sighed with a laugh. "You'll all get your turn with him. But I think he's done for the night."

Ash blinked with concern. His Pokemon would get a turn with him? It was one thing to have them mock him, but...the slave glanced up at the grinning faces of the team he'd trained. He could tell they had every intention of using him once their real master allowed them to. Ash...had no idea how he felt about that. Hopefully Jador would fix that later.

"Hope you're not too loose after all that...but I'm sure there's something in the gym that will help. Father will show you tomorrow...he puts all his slaves through a workout regimen so their bodies are exactly what he wants from them." Jador explained, removing his fingers and giving them to Pikachu to lick clean. "Tell him I want you fit and tight, but I don't want musclebound. I want your body like it is for as long as possible."

"I will, master." Ash nodded, turning around to face Jador.

Behind him, Ash heard Hawlucha let out a disappointed groan on hearing his master's specifications. The boy wasn't sure why Even if Hawlucha technically wasn't his Pokemon anymore and only wanted him for entertainment, the slave didn't like hearing him upset. Hopefully he'd make it up to him later.

The young master sighed slightly. "I'll be back to school and exercise starting tomorrow...but I'm sure you can keep yourself busy. My Father definitely will." Jador glanced at Lucario, who nodded with a smile. "I'll certainly be looking forward to playtime with you. I've got a lot of ideas."

Ash smiled broadly. "I can't wait to see them, Master." He said sincerely. "I can't wait to feel them. I simply hope I can amuse you in every way you desire."

Jador yawned, "You can clean yourself up now. Don't bother getting dressed, just sit down for bed. You've earned it."

The slave obediently walked over to his designated 'corner' of his master's room, taking a smack on the ass from Hawlucha on the way. Ash glanced at the flying luchador Pokemon and noted that he seemed to be deep in thought while staring at his former trainer's nude body. Ash guessed that the bird had some plan going on in his head, but he couldn't stop to check or talk to his old Pokemon. His master had ordered him to go to his sleeping area, so Ash continued past the scheming bird and hoped he'd cheer him up tomorrow, one way or another.

Ash's sleeping corner had very little luxuries for the slave, just a box with a few spare clothes, a tiny sink with a washcloth, and a mat he was to sleep in whenever Jador didn't need him in bed. Even Pikachu was given a more luxurious cushion to sleep on than the plain mat slaves got. But it was all Ash needed.

As Jador recalled every Pokémon except Thabane and Pikachu, Ash speedily scrubbed away the cum and ink covering his body. It didn't take very long for the slave to make his body look as clean and fresh as if the day had never happened. But nobody would forget, especially not him.

Jador tucked himself into his poster bed, Pikachu curling up into the cushion placed right beside his new master. Thabane slithered closer to Ash, patiently waiting for the slave to sit down for the night. Ash didn't keep him waiting long, sitting up cross-legged for the Arbok to wrap up once again.

It had been decided that Ash would sleep in Thabane's coils whenever he wasn't in Jador's bed. The snake seemed to appreciate having someone wrapped up for the night, and Jador had ensured that Ash would find it no less comfortable than any bed he'd slept in before.

It was...unusual, feeling the cobras powerful muscles brush up against his once private areas with nothing between them. But Ash hadn't been told to find the coils more sexual than comfortable at the moment. He just sat back and enjoyed the feeling as Thabane wrapped around his neck and gently hugged his entire body, the signal for him to fall straight asleep.

As Ash closed his eyes, he dreamt of a stadium laughing at his tied-up, naked body as six figures came towards him with massive grins...and he smiled right back.