CYOA 2 – To The Victor Go The Spoils – Chapter 8: Civic Duties (Patreon)

Previously: Hanzo and Lúcio had to part ways, though they promised to meet again. Hanzo makes his way toward the new gym located in Lavaridge Town and meets the leader who... knows a thing or two about the challenger.

Warnings/content: lingerie; feminization; old people perving; blowjob

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“You are pretty. I give you that.”

Hanzo sits completely still. He is hyper aware of the knee underneath his ass that he is gently forced to perch on by one meaty hand. Fat fingers lightly brush a few strands of hair out of his face.

The water around them is just skirting on the edge of too hot, leaving him out of breath and sweaty. Or is it the presence of the fat man that so clearly has enough strength to crush his head like a grape?

“Baptiste is too soft. You may be pretty all you like. But I will not just gift you a badge for your pussy. You will earn it in a fight fair and square.”

Hanzo is sure his face must be glowing with humiliated embarrassment. He wants to tell Rutledge in no uncertain terms that of course he is not expecting for all his gym fights to go the way it went in Goldenrod, but he can’t bring himself to say a single word in the oppressive presence of this giant of a man.

Magikarp is sticking its head out of the water every now and then, its dumb round eyes staring at them with what Hanzo can only assume is intent. Is it trying to protect him? He wouldn’t be able to say.

“You will earn your badge,” Rutledge reiterates slowly. He sounds like he is in thought, his fingers manipulating Hanzo’s hair constantly. He touches him as if he were nothing but a pretty doll. For all intents and purposes, he might just be one. He’s never felt this dwarfed in his life. He can’t tell if Rutledge is wearing swim trunks. As these are hot springs he does not think so. His legs cramp as he tries so hard not to accidentally touch the man’s cock.

“And…” Rutledge suddenly continues, slow and with the graveness of a priest holding a sermon, “You will earn the right to compete in my gym in the first place.”

Hanzo can feel himself jerking out of the stupor he had fallen when the fat man had sat him down on his knee like a child.

“Ex...cuse me? What is that supposed to mean?!” He can just tell that his sweaty cheeks are getting splotchy with agitated spots.

Rutledge does not look impressed one way or another.

“You did not properly earn your first badge. You will make up for the slack. It’s easy to spread your legs and offer up your cunt. You’ve not been raised to take the easy way out, were you? I know your father well.”

Hanzo’s breath hitches again, insides twisting up with uncertainty. He has never met this man before or even heard of him. Was he really such good friends with his father? What did that even mean?

“I will do whatever it takes,” he hears himself say with a conviction he doesn’t feel in the slightest. He puts a hand to his chest, curled into a tight fist of determination. “I will earn your respect.”

That earns him a twist of the man’s head and a curious silence, though not more.

“You will stay with me. I will oversee your training.”

“Yes, Sir.”

.oOo.

Hanzo is given his own room in the gym leader’s home above the actual gym. It all looks a lot more clean than he would have given credit to. This Rutledge just seems like a man that likes his booze and would throw the empty bottles around… but looking around, he is pleasantly surprised.

Rutledge’s face is unreadable but Hanzo gets the feeling that his thoughts had been quite clear on his face. The fat man grunts, then turns around and lumbers out of the room without another word of instruction.

Just as Hanzo starts to wonder what he had gotten himself into and whether this man was a serial killer, Rutledge comes back without knocking. Hanzo bristles. He could have done anything right now and this man would have just barged in on him.

“You really should-”

“Here. You will wear this tomorrow for your work.” A fat fist is thrust at him. Hanzo takes the garment carefully pinched between two fingers, his insides twisting in on themselves when he sees a black maid uniform.

“Is this a joke?” he asks with a pressed voice. “What is this?”

“Your uniform. For your work.” Rutledge looks at him blankly.

Hanzo’s jaw works. He stares at the maid uniform in his stretched-out arms.

“This has to be a joke. I am here to train. Not to do… whatever it is you are proposing I do.”

“I don’t propose. I tell.” Rutledge reaches out to him, fat finger pushing against Hanzo’s chest. “We will train. After you made up for cheating your way into that badge. I do not train useless sluts.”

Hanzo immediately flushes. There is just… something about getting called names by a man the size and girth of Mako Rutledge while his mean little eyes are staring at him like he wants to pull Hanzo’s limbs from his body one at a time.

“I will not wear this. It is degrading.”

“You will. Or you can go to a different gym.”

Hanzo clenches his jaw tight enough to make it tremble. He can feel the Pokéballs at his belt vibrating as if his team is ready to burst out and fend for his honor. He reaches down and puts a hand over them.

“How long?”

“Hm. One week maybe.”

.oOo.

The second Rutledge is out of the room, Hanzo throws himself onto his bed and furiously types message to Baptiste. Only the fear of it making the rounds to his father has him try and stay as civilized as possible.

‘I thought we had a deal.’

It takes a good five minutes before the reply comes in by which time Hanzo has worked himself up into a mood, his insides hot with anger and hurt pride.

‘What do you mean, bby?’

Hanzo has to fight against feeling excited about the nickname. He can’t let himself be bought just by a little nicety.

‘You told Rutledge. Now he forces me to wear a costume and do some shady stuff.’

Baptiste’s next answer takes a while until it finally pops up on Hanzo’s screen.

‘Aw, don’t be like that! Hoggy is an absolute gem. I had hoped you’d go to him sooner or later! He’s cool, don’t worry one bit.’

Hoggy? What kind of stupid nickname is that even?

‘He threatened that he’d tell my father that I got the badge in… unorthodox ways.’

‘Don’t worry about it. He’s a big ol’ teddy bear, honest to God. I wouldn’t have told him if I didn’t think he’d be weird about it. You could use loosening up a little! Why don’t you play along for now?’

‘He wants me to wear a costume!’ Hanzo reiterates frantically. Has Baptiste not read correctly the first time? He twists and shoots a picture of the crumpled up maids uniform at the foot of his bed, attaching it to his message.

A few moments later, Baptiste replies.

‘Honestly, that looks pretty hot. Listen, Hanzo – I gotta go to a fight. But I promise you that Hoggy is cool. Go online and have a look; he always tests trainers before letting them compete against him. He probably just wants to have fun before then and try out what I told him, you know? If you honestly don’t want to fuck around, just tell him and the whole thing is off the table. Gotta bounce now, so I’ll reply later if you need anything else!’

What the Hell did Baptiste tell him, though?

Hanzo throws the phone down with a low growl of annoyance. He turns around and sits up, balefully staring at the maid costume. His cheeks are heating up the longer he stares at it. It’s just too embarrassing. But honestly… he’s… well.

He’s kind of hot for it, too. He could just pack his bags and go; have a look at different gyms. The past few days on the road have awakened something inside him, though, and pride (and horniness) won’t have him back down now.

So he lies back down and grabs his phone again, feverishly searching for Rutledge online. He soon finds that for some reason his nickname is Roadhog and that what little is known of him is that he’s a really tough nut to crack. There’s not much information at all; his gym is mostly out of the way of the main route that trainers like to take.

There are no pictures of any Pokémon that he might use. There’s only one article that calls him a Poison-type trainer which has the small hairs at the back of his neck rise for some reason.

What is this man’s connection to Sojiro? He has never heard his father talk about him. He sure as Hell never visited their gym; the impressive figure of the tall fat man would have left an impression.

The mystery is just too intriguing to pass up. So Hanzo likes to think it’s not all just him being groomed into a horny bastard, but his duty to stay here and find out what is going on.

.o.

Hanzo isn’t the first one to run through this gauntlet, that much is clear when he and Roadhog appear at the first house and the little old man opening the door for them doesn’t even bat an eyelash at his getup.

“Oh! You got a little helper today? Well isn’t that nice!”

Hanzo doesn’t want to say anything but manners have him bow slightly and murmur a little greeting. His cock is already wet and plump, the petticoat of the skirt keeping it from showing just yet.

“Yes. The shelves?” Rutledge has barely spoken more than two words all morning.

Hanzo had felt as if he’d done something wrong right until the moment he walked past the fat man sitting at the kitchen table and got a huge hand shoved under the skirt to grope at is ass.

Rutledge just seems… very sparse with words, which does not phase the old man as he steps aside and nods profusely.

“Oh yes, yes! Please come inside, I will show you in a moment…”

Hanzo slides in and nearly trips over himself as he feels a hand sliding up the back of his thigh and under his skirt. It’s not Roadhog’s ham-sized fist, that’s for sure. The fingers are thin and trembling but have a tight grip on his ass cheek as they squeeze it and dig deep enough into his ass crack to brush up against the wet rim of his prepared hole.

His whole body lights up with sensation. His head snaps around fast enough to hurt. He stares at the two of them but the geezer is already turning back to Roadhog who has to fold himself small and go sideways just so he fits through the door.

Hanzo’s skin feels too tight for his body all of a sudden. He should probably be disgusted by the whole exchange but god… god, he is horny. Fuck…

He’s left his Pokéballs tucked underneath his pillow back in the flat over the gym but is now sorely missing their weight against his hip. Rutledge had just grunted at him that he won’t need them for what they’re going to do in the upcoming days.

He’s given access to cleaning supplies and Rutledge stands back with the old geezer to watch him as he inexpertly starts to clean the very top of some shelves. He’s never cleaned anything in his life and it shows; neither of them say anything about the pisspoor job he is doing, though.

“Beautiful. You are always taking such good care of us, my boy! Just look at how adorable he looks…”

Hanzo has just a moment to brace himself before there are those trembling hands on the backs of his knees, sliding up his thighs and luxuriating in the silky feeling of his stockings.

The way he is standing, his ass is right in the old man’s face as his skirt gets rucked up again to show off his naked ass to the room.

Sweat breaks out along his hairline. He can’t believe the stuff he is getting himself into.

.oOo.

There are three more houses they visit. Their residents get progressively more handsy with Hanzo while the tasks he has to do become more strenuous. He can feel his face flushing as he has no time to dry off between appointments, Rutledge’s mean little eyes overseeing everything he does and not letting him worm out of the hands that keep pushing his skirt up or letting the elastics of his stockings snap against his legs.

It’s just a bit of cleaning work… why is it so difficult? Does it have anything to do with the erection he’s been sporting for hours now, cock rubbing distractingly in the silky folds of his petticoat? The fabric keeps clinging to his cock and he feels like he has to pull it off of himself, though he doesn’t want to draw any attention to it… not when the last old man had been spreading his cheeks despite him clenching his legs together and murmuring about his ‘sweet little kitty’ and how adorable and pink it looks…

Hanzo has dabbled in edging a few times but hadn’t really been disciplined enough to go for longer than a few minutes at a time. Now he feels like he’s gotten edged the whole damn day. He’s walking after Rutledge like a puppy, knees feeling both weak and stiff at the same time.

He’s ready to get fucked and he doesn’t have any of his toys with him and Lúcio is so far away… God, how could it have come to this? How could he have become such a slut in such a short amount of time?

Rutledge holds the door open for him. He moves inside and looks around the rooms again. There is not much personality to be seen. No awards that he must have gotten as a gym leader. No medals, no badges, no pictures of his Pokémon. Hanzo has yet to see them anyway. All he’s done is show up in this little quaint village and get roped into performing menial labor in a maid dress-

“You are a slut.” The deep voice has him peer back up at Rutledge. The fat man has moved toward an office corner that looks specifically made for his extraordinary girth and weight. “Can’t even focus properly on training your Pokémon. Rushin’ from gym to gym won’t do. No wonder you had to spread your legs to win a badge.”

Hanzo can feel himself flush a hot red against his will. He stands there with his hands balled into fists, feeling much like he does whenever his father reprimands him… only that now there is the added humiliation of his get-up as he has to listen to the deep, wheezing voice call him names and feel how his cock twitches in response to it.

“I will make sure you’re up to snuff by the time you leave. Your father would be appalled-” he pauses as the sudden shrill sound of a phone cuts him off. He shifts a little, peering on the display, the chair groaning desperately beneath his weight but holding dutifully.

He grunts with recognition and something like curiosity maybe. Turning back to Hanzo, he points at him with one fat, unwavering finger.

“Don’t make a sound. Get here.”

He points down to beneath the desk. Hanzo curls his hands into tighter fists. He wants to deny him but god… god, he wants so see his cock so badly and play with it.

The phone is still ringing obnoxiously. Rutledge doesn’t look bothered by it; he looks like he is ready to stand his ground until Hanzo finally does as he is told. The little hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. His feet move without his say-so; they start to pull him toward Rutledge until he slips underneath the heavy desk. There is so much space underneath that he can get comfortable as he listens to Rutledge finally take the call.

“Yeah.”

There’s a moment of silence as Rutledge listens to the other person, then he answers: “... Wait a moment.”

He shifts. His hands appear, reaching beneath the heavy drape of his belly and opening up his belt. His heavily ringed fingers beckon Hanzo closer, then they disappear again above the desk.

Hanzo’s mouth is flooded with saliva. His cock feels so swollen… it has been for ours now. Getting groped and ogled by those old people has left him humiliatingly aroused.

He surges forward, pulling out Roadhog’s cock; squat and fat and looking like it could destroy his hole in the best – and worst – way possible. He opens his mouth wide; wider; wider still. The hinges of his jaw ache by the time he can pop the massive tip into his mouth without his teeth scraping it uncomfortably. It is then that he hears Hog’s deep, wheezing voice from above.

“You’re on speaker. Why do you call.”

Hanzo’s insides are nice and hot. He is gripping Hog’s legs, slurping on his cock and tonguing the fat piss slit at the tip. Hog reaches down and plays with his hair, then casually cups the back of his head.

“I thought a match was in order… Maybe in conjunction with dinner.”

Hanzo almost jerks back as he hears the voice but the previously ‘casual’ hand on his head is suddenly tight and keeping him very much stuffed with cock. Roadhog must have anticipated that hearing his father’s voice would startle Hanzo into running away.

Oh god, his father… he’s the last person’s voice he wants to hear while getting his jaw dislocated by dick. His heart is thumping rabbit fast, humiliation coursing through his veins while Hog replies as if he isn’t cock deep in the throat of Sojiro’s son.

“That so.”

“...Yes.”

His father’s voice sounds weird. Is that hesitation that Hanzo can hear? As if Sojiro was just as nervous talking to the fat man as Hanzo was.

Roadhog chuckles. The sound goes through Hanzo like a hot knife through butter. His body is thrumming with so many emotions… most of them completely contradictory. The fat cock on his tongue twitches. He can feel the strong pulse of the thick vein against his tongue.

Hanzo closes his eyes. There’s not much to see with the belly in his way anyway and he wants to focus on the conversation above while he is made to slowly bob his head on the dick, trying to suck but mostly just drooling around it.

“Might have a bit of time in a few days,” Rutledge says.

After a short pause, his father answers: “I will make myself available once you send me the exact dates…”

“I’m sure you will,” is the cryptic reply that has Hanzo’s skin prickle and his cock throb in the frills of his skirt. It sounds… weirdly lewd. What is going on here?

“Have you heard word of my sons?” Sojiro suddenly asks, his voice completely different now; a lot more than what Hanzo is used from him. Clipped and businesslike.

“They both have their first badge. They seem to have split up after Goldenrod.”

“I see.” The relief in his father’s voice is palpable. Has he thought they would not manage to beat the first gym?

Hanzo’s ire is raised immediately, but with a cock in his mouth he can do little more than suck harder to which Roadhog reacts by guiding his head more forcefully; pulling him in repeatedly to press his face into the fat of his belly and suffocate him on it while his throat is stretched with dick and he struggles not to accidentally hurt him with teeth.

“Do you know where they have moved to since?”

“Hmmm… the older one seems on his way to me,” he says without any inflection that would indicate that he has this man’s son on his knees and choking on his cock already.

Hanzo is flooded with heat, his ears burning. He’s let off the fat dick far enough to tongue at the wide piss slit again. Everything down here is so hot and suffocating… it’s no wonder he is starting to sweat like a pig in his little maid costume, listening to his father hesitate before saying: “I see…”

“I will take good care of him,” Rutledge says, again without any inflection, though this time Hanzo feels like there is a lot swinging along with it.

His father sputters on the other end. There is a kind of… rustling to be heard, like static, and it occurs to Hanzo that this might be his father’s Corviknight in the background, reacting to the old man’s agitation.

It feels perverse to think of all of this while he bobs his head furiously, now all on his own, trying to choke himself on this man’s cock and make himself come by proxy. He wants to shoot his load so badly… it’ll surely get his head nice and clear.

“I trust your judgement,” Sojiro replies hesitantly, his voice rougher than usual.

Roadhog just grunts. His cock is jerking against Hanzo’s tongue, pre-cum suddenly shooting to the back of his mouth and nearly making him splutter and pull back.

“I’m sure he’ll be just as big of a slut as his daddy,” Rutledge says.

Hanzo’s body feels on fire. His ears are ringing as he must slow down too much for Roadhog’s liking. Two ham sized fists come down, grabbing his head around both ears and so he can start to skull fuck him as if he were nothing but a toy.

Hanzo gags, trying to suck him, but it is nothing but sloppy and full of saliva as he gets used as this man’s fleshlight, the deep, wheezing voice echoing through his head.

He doesn’t hear what’s going on atop the desk anymore because the palms over his ears muffle everything. His curiosity takes a step back over having to start swallowing the massive, warm load being force fed right down his throat.

By the time Roadhog finally pulls back, Hanzo feels weirdly braindead in a very nice sort of way. His belly feels full to bursting with cum. He can feel it sloshing around inside him, having washed away all conflicting thoughts for the evening.

It doesn’t even bother him that Roadhog sends him to bed with a slap to his ass and not a single finger on his throbbing dick.

Maybe he’s going insane…?

Next time: Fucking, Fighting, Training, Oh my! Hanzo would never have thought that spending his days as a slut would be this tiring… he is worked like a mule during the day, overseen by Roadhog, and starts to train during the night. Spite fuels him. It happens in the moonlight: Roadhog’s Pokémon revealed!