It was bound to happen someday. 

	The Mewtwo found himself enslaved to a trainer. He had prepared himself for the possibility a long time in advance. What he hadn't prepared himself for was the possibility it would be a child with far more grit than he had expected from one so young. And the Mewtwo would admit, however begrudgingly, that the connection shared between he and his other enslaved peons was respectable. Despite himself, for the first time Mewtwo began to wonder if he had underestimated humans in general and maybe it wouldn't be so bad being on a... team. 

	He was brought back to reality when he found himself in the dimly lit love hotel room, standing in front of a large red and black bed clearly meant for lovers and a prepubescent human male seated on its edge, vigorously jerking off. His master was an extremely horny boy, not a seasoned adult trainer who might redefine his preconceptions of mankind. Mewtwo sighed gently from his nostrils and cringed as the boy leaned forward and touched him on the stomach. 

	Mewtwo admitted to himself, he had no clue how this was supposed to work between humans. But something about this felt off regardless. He followed the boys orders. He had to. The link between pokemon and masters seared its hold on his very core and every cell.

	"P-Put your hands behind your head," the boy whispered secretively even though he really did not need to. But it was clear he'd never had such freedom. Mewtwo obeyed, a half frown on his face as he did as he was told while the trainer's hands explored his white and purple body, stroking across the pokemon's smooth flesh and along the side of his pleasantly curved waist. 

	Mewtwo shuddered involuntarily, already quickly getting an idea of what it was like to truly be an object and slave. It wasn't like he expected it to be, but it was expectedly humiliating. He could feel the boy's mind, overloaded with lust. The sheer excitement rubbed off somewhat, Mewtwo's heartrate increasing. He never imagined anyone could be THAT excited about sex. 

	Suddenly, the trainer was close, lavishing Mewtwo's stomach with unbidden licks and kisses, driven by pure arousal. The pokemon's mouth opened with his sharp gasp, and scowled through eyes narrowed with mild disgust. The human worshipped Mewtwo's body and covered him in affection, dropping to his knees to mash his face against Mewtwo's genital slit, getting another gasp and a flinch from him. But Mewtwo could not let himself step away, it felt wrong to disobey, even when his body reacted to the boy messily french kissing his slit and beginning a feverish suckling on the large, tapered organ sliding forth despite Mewtwo's inner voice trying in vain to calm himself. The monster's eyes clenched shut and he tried to shut out the slurping but this too failed.

	When he felt cool air envelope his cock his eyes opened and he shuddered before looking down, expecting to see the boy but instead he was shoved onto the bed from behind. He was absolutely stronger than this human, but nothing in his body would allow him to even resist. 

	"Master..!" Mewtwo spoke telepathically in a surprised tone, taken aback by the sudden enthusiastic rush the boy made towards him, shedding clothing on the way in a clumsy approach. Mewtwo had not seen other male sex organs but his master's was a size enough that Mewtwo thought surely they weren't all so large, especially on one a head and some inches smaller. The human was on him, and then he was kissing him. 

	Again Mewtwo's eyes shut and he recoiled, which only sank his head further into plush bedding as the boy kept the distance between their lips closed, hungrily attacking the Mewtwo's mouth in a blur of panting and squirming. Mewtwo's mouth upturned in disgust, his head flinching left, then right, but each time he fought himself from cutting contact. His master sucked on his tongue, making the pokemon's skin crawl. Eventually, he allowed himself to open his eyes somewhat, a difficulty when the strange sight affected him so much. He'd never been this close to a human, let alone had one repeatedly kissing him, sucking on his mouth and tongue and turning his head this way and that. 

	Mewtwo felt dazed, losing count of how many times the trainer locked their lips in a saliva slicked suckling and pulled away for breath a scarce few inches before going back in. He pecked Mewtwo hurriedly on the lips, once, twice, again and again and then sank back into a hungry, moaning fight of tongues. All the while, the boy humped. He just kept grinding, kept thrashing their bodies together, laps slick with shared droolings from the young cock sliding alongside Mewtwo's sheath moisture and precum. His cock hurt. Not in a very truly painful way but with a sweet sort of agony. It made him a tad sick to admit he was the hardest he'd ever been, and it was not completely against his will. It made his stomach go cold when he realized how good the abuse felt. Was THAT the work of the trainer and pokemon connection? He did not know. 

	Mewtwo had only just begun to clear the fog from his mind when he watched his trainer rise and turn around. A shadow fell over the pokemon's face and widening eyes as the boy's cock pushed against his mouth and forced it open, uncomfortably hot flesh pushing its way towards his throat and then further, forcing him to at least somewhat straighten his throat by tilting his head back and this just mashed his face further into the boy's ballsack. Mewtwo retched, throat convulsing. Why did it seem so much bigger than it looked? He coughed, spittle sputtering out from the tight seal around the kid's dick. All he could taste, all he could smell was musk; The day's exertion not an overpowering stench but it was there and made his head swim. Or maybe that was the oxygen deprivation. And in a dark corner of his mind that even he hadn't noticed, there was a button of pleasure being pressed by his disgust. 

	"It's so big!" he heard his master say, barely registering what was happening but the human had taken to wrapping both hands around Mewtwo's cock, battering his fists up and down the wet length with reckless enthusiasm. Mewtwo thrashed, his heavy bottom arching up into the boy's pummeling hands but only because it was the only place for them to go as the sensations became overwhelming. His oddly nubbed fingers gripped the human's ass on each half, and all he could manage was a squeeze. 

	All Mewtwo could hear was squelching, both inside and out; His throat kept reflexively gulping, the flesh in his throat stirred by the rigid meat within, and by now his face had been soaked throroughly, the boy's gyrating hips smearing the combined slop of their bodies all over the monster's poor face, inundating his very senses with his youthful flavor. It was when things began to go dark that he startled even himself with intensity of his sudden orgasm. Never before had he felt both revoltion and pleasure as his body reacted without his input. His hips thrusted wildly into his tormentor's hands, which never slowed even as pearly ropes of Mewtwo's sperm were flung in great arcs all over the boy and the bed. 

	The pokemon's eyes rolled back into his skull. Is this how he was to perish? Listening to his own fluids spattering all over the bed in great glops and streaks, the pungent smell of sperm permeating the room? It made him somehow harder, disgusting himself. The young human was crying out and Mewtwo felt liquid heat spray down his throat, pooling in his stomach.

	The boy was soon off of him and unsheathed his cock from his pokemon's face with a drawn out suckling pop that resulted in a short eruption of cum with the viscosity of thick egg white fountaining out of Mewtwo's mouth with a wretched gurgling that caked his face with the boy's batter before he turned over and retched more spunk onto the bed. Everything was a blur, Mewtwo sucking in needed air as he felt his new master stirring and moving, doing... something. He scarecely cared what anymore. 

	He cared somewhat, it turned out, eyes thrown open as he forced the rest of the way onto his stomach, somewhat shapely ass yanked upward by his thick tail. When the boy began pushing in every finger but his thumb, wet in bodily fluid at least, Mewtwo grit his teeth and the sheets, the somewhat puckered crease behind his slit stretched into an oblong ring squelching around the trainer's hand, hand turned over with his thumb hooked into the monster's genital slit. The boy explored and learned, boldly folding his thumb in so he could even work his arm in to his elbow. As the heat of Mewtwo's ass engulfed his forearm he didn't care about the short cries and grunts of his Pokémon. He had freedom he'd never known and a thirst to slake and that's all his adolescent body wanted. 

	He hadn't bothered wiping off the thick cum laying across his head, hair and face flung out of the Mewtwo's fascinating body in his rush to explore, now using both hands to invade Mewtwo's ass, to pull the pliant ring open so he could see the wet, clenching folds of red flesh inside of the gape. Before he could stop himself, the boy was panting and clambering onto the bed, hugging the Mewtwo's tail to his chest as he clumsily jabbed his cock all over his monster's relaxed asshole until the tip found purchase. 

	"MASTER!" Mewtwo telepathically shouted, desperate to stop the trainer but even to him it sounded more needful than he meant it to. Or perhaps was just misconstrued that way. Either way Mewtwo was then invaded, from the tip to the root of the preteen's girthy shaft. 

	Mewtwo heard the slap of flesh as his master hilted abruptly, sinking the heat of his cock so deeply it made the pokemon gasp aloud, staring ahead at the headboard of the bed, which began to repeatedly crash into the wall. The world around him became muffled and the monster wondered if he might actually be able to detach himself from this until it was over. But the crashing brought him back and that's what made him register everything was moving. His master's small but strong body was pummeling the Mewtwo's hole, sending waves through his entire body that culminated in him jerking forward only to rock back and have it happen again. Clap after clap, without anything resembling grace or skill, the boy raped his pokemon with wild abandon and moaned without care for who might hear. 

	The pace was absolutely feverish. Mewtwo ran only on sensation; Everything felt hot and wet, his body jarred around by the boy's efforts, moaning in overwhelming ecstasy. Meanwhile, Mewtwo kept stumbling forward, unable to resist his trainer's pushing until his face was pushed into a pillow and he was scooted far enough forward his shoulders touched the headboard. He was slowly but surely curling underneath himself, his tail forced far over his back, his legs spread to either side.

	One eye was shut and he grunted uncomfortably, having to tuck his chin towards his chest or else he'd suffocate. Met with the upside down view of his own cock, Mewtwo could only wearily grimace, half lidded eyes staring at nothing as his own precum and dregs of his previous orgasm flicked all over his face, not that it wasn't already a smeared mess of bodily grease anyway. The furious blur of the boy's balls colliding with his body, hips violently thrashing against Mewtwo's ass, was the only thing there to watch. His asshole sleeved a little every time the young one's cock drew out but it was hard to see through the furious, shallow thrusting. 

	Every once in a while the squelching would produce a short splatter of precum onto his face, otherwise slung everywhere by the pokemon trainer's balls. Mewtwo didn't even bother shutting his eyes. His ass hurt, no actual injury done to him thankfully, far too durable for a human to truly maim, probably. But he still ached, appalled but resigned and accepting of the rampaging cock making him feel far too full. His mouth was pulled into a taut frown of dull disgust. 

	A low shout and furious trembling began when the boy suddenly sheathed himself completely within Mewtwo. It made the creature blink and return to awareness as he noticed the human's ballsack flexing upward, again and again and again. He felt the slimy flow slide into his guts, viscously sliding into his colon, introducing uncomfortably noticeable extra weight and heat.

	There came a sudden, noisy *splurtch* as sperm began to seep randomly out of the spaces between organ and hole, pressure making the boy's healthy spunk eject hard enough to splatter against his lap. Their bodies pressed so close together, the cum ejected out of the narrow space between their bodies, sliding down his thighs, hanging from his balls in thick, jiggling strands. Mewtwo felt excess flow over the cheeks of his ass. A slow moving flow of nut stretched below and he watched it come before shutting his eyes and just letting it splat onto his face and all he could do was growl softly and turn his face away to one side. He still felt warm juice slide over his lids and mouth, occasional exhales clearing his nostrils when they were covered. 

	Assuming it was over, he cursed himself for being a fool; The boy pulled his engorged, slop covered meat from Mewtwo's ass and a fresh flow of sperm came flooding forth to to fall and coat Mewtwo's face in a fresh glaze, excess collateral in the form of sticky jiggling white webs stretched between his occasionally winking but gaped hole and the young boy's swaying cock and balls. 

	"Thank you Mewtwo..." the naive kid sighed, falling to his knees after his exertion, not realizing or caring this had his cock rubbing against the pokemon's cheek. Mewtwo shuddered raggedly, turning his head, the motion pushing the boy's dick aside before it popped back over his mouth and nose to resume its rigid bobbing, directed elsewhere but never for good. Mewtwo watched it throb in time with the trainer's heart. It dribbled on his mouth. And it smelled so good. With a restrained single sob, Mewtwo dragged a breath in through his nostrils, commiting his master's scent to memory.

	Slowly, Mewtwo parted his lips, sperm stretched between them as he let the dribbling fall onto his tongue. Tears streamed from the corners of his eyes but he didn't notice, focused only on trying to desperately find comfort in his punishment. He swallowed slowly refilling mouthfuls of salty, watery bodily fluid with softly audible gulps and weakly smiled. 

	"Thank you... Master..."