CYOA 2 – To The Victor Go The Spoils – Chapter 44: Psychic (Patreon)

Last time: Hanzo got used like a toy by both Jack and Gabriel.

Content/Warnings: dub-con-y because his body is getting moved without consent by some psychic Pokémon. Also generally mindgames.

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In an odd show of sympathy, Hana stops their trek through the last hallway and pushes Hanzo up against the wall. She lightly slaps his cheeks until he finally pries his eyes open wide enough to actually look at her, though his head keeps rolling along his shoulders. All his joints feel so floppy, he’s not really sure how he remains standing at all.

There is cum oozing from his destroyed hole; it is gaping and soft and ready to be filled all over again. He thinks. He’s not sure, though he’s certain he would say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ if presented with yet another cock.

Just because it feels right at this point.

Oh, how deep Hanzo has fallen since he started his journey. He would never have imagined himself ending up in the Pokémon League like this: wandering from dick to dick with Hana Song posing as his pimp; just a measly night before the most important fights of his life.

Hana narrows her eyes at him, looking him up and down if there was anything else to see other than a naked whore out to get yet another dicking.

“Maybe we should call it a night here. I dunno, I don’t wanna get into trouble with the League for like… killing one of the would-be Champions via dicking. You look like you’re going to keel over any minute now.”

Hanzo immediately shakes his head. He gestures in what he hopes is the direction of the last observation room.

“No, it is fine. Really. I feel so…” cumdrunk “...relaxed already. Just one more.”

Hana cocks her head. She stares at him like she’s trying to figure out some puzzle.

“You know what… I think I might have misjudged you the whole time. I mean you are a dirty cheat for that botched fight you had with me, but I think you got a lot more like… oomph than I thought you would have. I’m starting to think that you’re a bad influence on Cole, you know?”

She grabs him by the bicep and pulls him away from the wall again. Dragging him along behind herself she announces: “He’ll fucking shit his panties once I show him all the footage I got of you getting dicked like that. It’ll be so damn funny!”

Hanzo stares at the back of her head as he tries to remember how legs work when they aren’t spread for someone.

Her mentioning Cole has him miss the big oaf something fierce all of a sudden, and his disappointment is great when the door finally is thrust open to show that he is not on the other side waiting for Hanzo with that crooked grin of his.

Hana turns around to him, an odd smile on her mouth, voice lowered conspiratorially as she whispers: “You know… I think I was wrong about you. You’ll probably be a really cool new Champion to have. If you can beat Cole. Like… you’re not as boring as I thought you would be.”

Hanzo does not reply to her. His attention, in fact, is completely on the occupants of the room behind her which turn out to be Dr. De Kuiper but also… a Hypno and a Grumpig, both staring at him with unwavering gazes that make him feel quite self-conscious about his nakedness.

“...What is the meaning of this?” he hears someone say. He is quite surprised to find out that he is the someone who had spoken.

.oOo.

Dr. De Kuiper reminds Hanzo quite a bit of Winston in that he seems downright apologetic for even being there in the first place. He steps toward Hanzo, absolutely looming over him, and takes his hand in his.

He has quite lovely, long-fingered hands which completely engulf Hanzo’s as he gently lifts it up. For a moment Hanzo thinks he might want to kiss it , but instead he just bends down.

He tells him multiple times to call him ‘Siebren’ and assures him that this is not the usual way in which he propositions others. In fact, he does so very rarely. He would have preferred to meet Hanzo during a perfectly civilized dinner.

Instead of having him barely coherent and blitzed out on multiple rounds of wild fucking beforehand. Hanzo at least thinks that is what he means. He just can stare at the other – and the Pokémon standing behind him.

The Grumpig has started bouncing excitedly from one leg to the other, a large grin on its face that Hanzo finds quite disconcerting. The Hypno just stands there, still staring at him.

Siebren might assure him of his very pure intentions, his eyes blue and pale and with a myriad of laugh lines around their corners which is quite lovely to see in and off itself – but Hanzo still ends up in quite the… interesting position.

Namely at the mercy of two psychic type Pokémon.

“They won’t touch you,” Siebren assures from behind him as Hanzo feels the very first hint of nothing touching him. The Pokémon are obviously more than an arm’s length away, but they use their powers to make him lift first one arm and then the other.

His breath hitches. He can feel his stomach dropping like it would on a rollercoaster. It does not hurt to be manipulated by the Pokémon, it is just… well, it is odd. Like what he imagines getting hypnotized would be like, only that he is completely aware of what is happening and still can’t stop his body from responding.

“Ah… that is… that is quite lovely already,” he hears the doctor murmur behind him. He lightly grasps Hanzo around the ribs, his long fingers spanning his chest before starting to crawl up soft and tickling into Hanzo’s naked armpits.

Hanzo’s breath comes out in stuttering little bursts, his body surprisingly sensitive for the touch even after the overload of everything else. Maybe it is because nobody has yet paid attention to his… armpits?

It’s difficult to wrap his head around. Dr De Kuiper keeps softly brushing across the skin, eliciting tickling jitters to jump through Hanzo’s body until he begins to squirm from it. He tries to pull his hands down and hide his underarms but he can’t.

The psychic-mon in front of him cock their heads to the right in unison, unerringly staring at him. The Grumpig takes a step forward with its right foot. The Hypno with its left. They are so powerful, Hanzo can feel the energy pulsing off them.

For a second he worries about how he will be able to fight against them; how his team might handle the sheer raw power.

While he does not forget about the thought, it moves to the back of his mind to be gently worried on while the brunt of his attention lies on how the good Doctor is pressing himself against Hanzo’s back, the tip of his large nose brushing his temple. Hanzo can hear him inhale deeply and feel the tickling brush of air ruffling his hair.

He does not know what to think about that either. He does not know what Siebren wants from him in the long run. He assured him that his Pokémon won’t be touching him but what will they be doing?

Hana seems kind of… fascinated by the whole situation as well. She has snuck off to the side and is sitting at the very edge of one of the plush arm chairs, her hands folded in her lap and her eyes large and curious as she watches the proceedings.

Just as Hanzo wants to scoff at her, Siebren moves again. His large hands once again span around Hanzo’s ribcage, those long, slender fingers pressing against his pudgy nipples.

“Oh how… wonderfully interesting.” He has a soft voice; a bit similar to Winston, though the way he talks make it seem less like he is awkward and shy and more like he is talking to himself while he does whatever he wants to do to Hanzo.

He is gentle as he explores him. Excruciatingly so. His touches are so ghostly light that Hanzo finds himself wondering whether he is being touched at all or whether it is only his brain playing tricks with him.

Or maybe… maybe it is the Pokémon that are guiding his thoughts? As there is nothing else to look at, he just stares at the both of them as they sway and bounce in place; rather hypnotizing in and off themselves.

Are they in his head? Are they mucking around in his thoughts and making him feel even more needy and horny than he already is?

He can’t really focus on it. His attention keeps getting pulled away by Siebren who has started gently plucking on Hanzo’s chubby nipples. His fingers are gently squeezing the soft areola, then pulling on them until it feels like there is a hot wire being pulled taut throughout Hanzo’s body.

He starts to pull his arms down for a second before that invisible force from before is right back, urging him to stretch them out far over his head once more.

Hanzo closes his eyes, focusing on the sensation pushing through his body. He attempts to just… ride it, but the Doctor keeps muttering and pulling him right back out of his focus.

“This texture is so interesting. So soft… and their color – they look delicious like gumdrops. Maybe I should try…” and before his words have really registered in Hanzo’s brain, he feels warm, suckling heat suddenly surrounding one of his nipples.

His eyes fly open once more. He stares down to see the Doctor has slipped in front of him, his tall frame folded in to allow him to suckle from Hanzo’s teat like a babe. He stares down at him, trying to wrap his head around the feeling of the warm tongue laving his sensitive nipple and trying to urge the shy tip to come out and play.

Hanzo can feel something moving inside his head yet it still takes him by surprise when his body is made to think that he actually is lactating. His body immediately begins to tingle all over, a prickling sensation coming up in his chest. He knows intellectually that this is just the two Pokémon playing with him, but it does not mean that he still doesn’t feel like his chest is much heavier than it actually is and like warm, creamy milk is being suckled from him.

He is going cross-eyed. He would never have imagined it to feel so intense. To feel it right down to the soles of his feet. Maybe it’s just because the Pokémon are making him feel that way but goodness, his skin is prickling and feels too small for his body. He arches his back, pressing his chest toward the doctor who changes up the nipple that he is sweetly torturing. He cups Hanzo’s now abandoned chest with his hand; there’s not really much fat there to palm but he’s doing so anyway.

Hanzo clenches his jaw, teeth grinding, trying to just coast on the feeling of getting his milk sucked. The milk that is not existing but that the Pokémon are very insistent on making him think that it is real. His hips angle forward without him really thinking about it, offering up his cock in the desperate hope that the Doctor might have pity on him and will suck it just as sweetly as he did his nipples-

“You taste sweet, just like I imagined,” Siebren murmurs as he finally pulls away from Hanzo with a lewd pop. His kind blue eyes peer up at him, his long fingered hands lightly stroking over Hanzo’s ribs, once again tickling him just enough to watch him start to squirm from it.

Then he peers down and hums a little tune that sounds all too happy with himself once he sees how Hanzo is standing at attention. How his glans has flushed a dark red, desperate to be touched. He reaches for it, thin fingers lightly strumming the underside of Hanzo’s cock, making him feel the soft vibration dance up along his spine.

His mouth opens but he can’t make a sound other than a throaty little gurgle. He pushes his hips forward mindlessly, begging for more – only to feel himself start to slowly lift off the ground.

Hanzo feels like his eyes are going to pop out of his skull. He cries out in alarm, legs kicking out with nervous energy as he feels his toes leaving the ground. With his arms still held high above his head, his brain tries to rationalize that he is being pulled up by them, but the lack of any pressure around his wrists or a pull in his shoulders is simply too apparent.

The Doctor chuckles as he rightens himself back up and takes a step away to watch Hanzo struggle. His gaunt cheeks have started to flush pink, his chest moving faster with his elevated breathing. He enjoys watching Hanzo struggle in the odd zero gravity that he finds himself in. He likes hearing his little sounds of distress as he tries to understand what is happening.

If he didn’t have a night of fucking behind him already, Hanzo might have been a lot faster to realize that his new floating position is caused by the two Pokémon lurking behind their master.

He keeps losing more and more control over his own body. Where he first was able to kick out his legs, trying to struggle himself back to the ground, his knees are now pulling toward his chest and slowly sliding apart until he is oddly frog-tied without any ties whatsoever.

Floating in the middle of a room and showing himself off to everybody. His cheeks are pounding with heat, heart thumping a fast, dizzying rhythm in his chest.

His chest which still feels swollen with phantom milk, nipples prickling from the attention Siebren has paid them just moments ago. His cock is still hard as well, arching up toward his belly and flexing every now and then.

The doctor turns to look toward his Pokémon. He makes a little gesture with his hand. Hanzo watches with his mouth gaping open. The only thing that he can really move at this point are his toes and fingers, both waggling nervously as he hangs on invisible strings; lifted with obviously minimal effort by two Pokémon that look like they’re having the time of their lives playing with him.

The Grumpig’s perpetual grin becomes wider. It fixes its eyes on Hanzo and starts to move its arms in large circles that simply draw his gaze. He tries to look away or even close his eyes against it but they keep opening back up again, head turning toward the Pokémon, staring at them until he feels it… the wet warmth pushing over his cock.

It is impossible to tell whether it is a nice, generous mouth or a plump cunt. All he knows is that he is thrusting into… something. And it feels so, so good.

Hanzo’s mouth opens, tongue flopping out. He must look braindead, quite honestly, but he’s unable to do anything against it, just like he is unable to move any other part of his body. He is helpless. He is just a toy for the Pokémon and their master who stands there, watching Hanzo with a kind of greed that makes him feel even more naked than he already is.

He feels seen, quite frankly.

Whining, he tries to hump his hips up into the invisible hole he’s thrusting into. Everything feels so warm and intense; the weight in his chest that is not there, the wetness around his cock that he can’t see…

He’s not much of a stud. Not like Cole is. He vaguely enjoys fucking into a fleshlight but most of all he has learned to enjoy to lean back and let himself get dicked.

This is different. It tickles places in his brain that he hadn’t even known existed.

His belly is hot and prickling, muscles clenching again and again, causing his desperately hard cock to flex hard.

The Grumpig bounces hypnotically from one leg to the other.

The Doctor takes a step toward Hanzo. He’s opened his slacks and pulled out his cock; long and sleek and with an upward curve that Hanzo wants to feel inside his tummy so badly right now that tears of immediate frustration shoot into his eyes.

He looks up into the kindly smiling eyes of the old man, down to his Pokémon’s hypnotic motions, then back up again. A single tear rolls down his cheeks. He is in a sensation overload and he does not know how to get himself off that plateau.

Siebren takes a step closer. He reaches between Hanzo’s legs with one wonderfully long fingered hand. He drags a single finger along his cock from the lava hot tip down the desperately pulsating shaft…

And Hanzo is gone. He shakes through his orgasm, eyes rolling into his skull, cum splashing against his chest and at the underside of his chin with incredible heat.

His whole body shakes through it. And keeps doing so. His orgasm doesn’t end.

It ebbs off… kind of, but Siebren has stepped even closer and gently fed his cock into Hanzo’s hole while he had been teetering on the edges of fainting. It is desperately clenching and unclenching around him.

He sighs softly, his long fingered hands gently brushing over Hanzo’s cheeks and into his hair as he rocks his hips, fucking him in the gentlest and most devastating way possible while his orgasm keeps going… and going… and going.

He’s no longer actively coming, but his nerves are alight and firing and it is so difficult to take even a single breath-

More tears of overstimulation roll down Hanzo’s cheeks. He wheezes, trying to communicate that he is about to actually die…

“Ease it down, my friends,” the Doctor murmurs.

The sensations die down a little again. Hanzo still has an erection. He pulls in a huge shuddering gulp of air. He’s so sensitive everywhere but the cock inside his belly feels so good.

He’s never been on the verge of dying to begin with, it had just been so, so much… and it does not stop.

Siebren is fucking him nice and slow, murmuring about how wonderfully hot and silky Hanzo’s insides feel. It just pearls off of Hanzo. He likes praise usually. Thrives on it. But he is drooling and barely conscious and must look so ugly as he is getting fucked while somewhat recovering from the most intense orgasm of his life.

His head lolls back. He tries to keep his eyes open. It wouldn’t do to fall asleep… or unconscious… while getting fucked – but it is so, so difficult.

He closes his eyes for just a second. He swears to himself he’s just resting them for a moment… but suddenly the Doctor is wrapping his arms around him and humping into Hanzo harder and faster, clearly chasing his own release.

Hanzo blinks his eyes back open. He feels like a living fuck doll. While he’s been out to the world, the Pokémon had made sure that he’d stay nice and suspended at the perfect height for their Master to grunt fuck him.

His cock jerks, spitting out a pathetic little dribble of cum. The orgasm barely even registers to his overheated brain.

He can hear the low groan of the Doctor as he starts to come himself, but Hanzo’s head lolls backwards again, and he is back out. This time for good.

.oOo.

Hanzo’s whole body is tingling as the dust begins to settle and the rumbling of the arena subsides. He is caked in dirt and feels like his hair is standing on end, sweat itching on the back of his neck.

Moira is worryingly quiet on the other side of the battlefield. He does not know what she is doing. He does not want to know. She managed to scare him into a heightened sense of alert. He had to plant his feet on the ground and actively remind himself not to turn and run from her and her team; an eclectic mix of dragon and psychic types.

The last battle had been quite ferocious indeed with her own Gyarados fighting against Zeus, the two massive serpents curled around each other’s body, jaws clenched unforgivingly around the other’s flesh.

They had fallen to the ground like a single, massive tree log and Hanzo is afraid to see what he will find once the dust settles.

They are still entwined and motionless. His heart stops a beat – then pumps faster, fingers curling into a fist.

King is standing behind him, having fought his own battles and too hopped up on adrenaline to let himself be put back into a ball. He pushes a hot gust of air through his nostrils, nudging the back of Hanzo’s shoulder.

He takes a step forward, not quite inching into the battlefield but close thereof. His head is… surprisingly clear.

Hanzo’s gaze flicks toward Moira. She stands on the other side, a thin, lone pillar of cold aggression. She fought as if Hanzo had slighted her personally somehow, though her face remains perfectly impassive, eyes staring at her Pokémon as if the sight of it lifeless on the ground is not breaking her like it is breaking Hanzo.

His voice comes out softer than he would like it to be; little squawk, breaking halfway through the name: “Zeus?”

A heartbeat passes-

Then one of the massive bodies starts to twitch and move, a serpent slowly untangling itself from the motionless body of the other, sluggishly bleeding through a myriad of cuts, body caked in the dirt of the arena.

The huge head swings around, staring at Hanzo. Through the thick sound of blood rushing through his ears, Hanzo hears the ring of the bell from above them and a mechanical voice announcing that the Champion-To-Be has won.

Behind him, King bursts out into a ball of flame. He rushes onto the battlefield, galloping in triumph around Zeus who slowly lowers himself back onto the ground, exhausted.

Hanzo sinks to his knees as well, body unresponsive while feeling hyper all the same.

He… did it. He bested the Elite Four.

He is so close to becoming the Champion that he can basically taste it on his tongue.

He blinks the beginnings of tears out of his eyes, staring at his two Pokémon, Zeus on the ground, breathing like he has fallen asleep, and King making an absolute fool of himself, spitting fire into the air.

Hanzo can’t believe it… but they’re really doing it somehow.

Hanzo’s winning streak: 4.