Zunder’s CBT Training
By Parry Yak

Zunder nervously looked over the edge of the raft he put jury-rigged with downed trees and thick vines. The lake was no place for a fire type, surrounded by water on all sides with only logs that couldn’t make it as trees. The bits of water that splashed on the wood made him nervous. A splash of water wouldn't hurt the green-eyed Typhlosion, but it did remind him just how out of his element he was.
The entrance to the cave was surrounded by water on all sides. Just a few more strokes on his make shift paddle and the stream would take him in.  Even as he entered the cave he continued to stroke as though he was still in control of where he was going. There were small paths on either side of the stream, but he had no idea if they actually lead to where he needed to go. The light started to dim as he moved further from the where they sun was able to cut in.  Once he was clear of all the sunbeams, he could make out torchlight in the distance.
He sighed. ‘So at least there is somebody here,’ he thought to himself.  The last few hours of building a raft and learning to paddle had started to make him question if it was really worthwhile at all.  He had traveled thirty miles one foot for several days based on the word of a Bulbasaur. He overheard a conversation about sadistic delights, one meant to scare people away from this cavern. Yet every word that came from the Bulbasaur’s mouth seemed to match up with fantasies he dared not share with even his most intimate of partners.
“Hello?” he called out towards the light. He let go of his paddle for the first time since he stepped on the miraculously still floating bundle of logs. He waited for a few moments, sighing to himself once again after getting no response.  Suddenly the raft started to shake, and he fell backward as it seemingly propelled itself forward at break-neck speed. It turned through the twists with ease. It slowed down only a few feet from the innermost part of the stream, right before where it would turn around.
Whatever was pulling him was now pushing him. He was gently nudged ashore where the four torches lit a small dwelling. A rock formation with an old discarded gym mat was set up like a human bed. There were boxes that were filled to the brim with snacks and potions. Then there were cuffs, chains, boxes with representations of human anatomy hanging about. Little bits of cloth and leather piled up where against the walls.  Between the second and third torch, there was a St. Andrew’s Cross that had one cuff that didn't quite match the others. 
Zunder paced about, afraid to touch anything. ‘Was this all stolen’ he thought to himself, ‘or just pulled from the trash.’  His heart dropped a little bit seeing a box full of plugs in various sizes. Hearts could have formed in his eyes over the small metal vise. He pictured is testicles cracking in his mind while he screamed in pain with just a bit of drool dripping from the side of his mouth. 
“I’m Vex,” called a voice from behind him. Zunder turned around to see a wet Floatzel shaking his fur dry. He grabbed a donut from the box of junk food and sat on the torn gym mat.
“Zunder.”
“It was my trainer’s collection,” he went on to explain, “Before we parted ways. Left most of it behind. I found the rest scavenging. I fixed what was damaged. Do you…like my collection?”
“It’s beautiful,” Zunder responded, running his hand down the center of the cross.
“So that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
“I don’t mean to impose.”
“Not at all,” Vex said, “But from this point forward, we observe protocol. You will refer to me as Master Vex, though sir will work in a crunch. And I do expect that there would be a crunch.”
Zunder’s knees became weak. Vex’s sadistic grin told him everything he needed to know. His red tip couldn’t help but reveal itself for a quick second before retreating into the sheath. Master Vex watched the tip pop in and out as the Typhlosion made his approach. 
“So, is that it then?” the sadistic water type asked, “You get your rocks off by getting them smashed altogether, don’t you?”
The Typhlosion blushed through his yellow cheeks. “Yes, Master Vex. I imagine the sensation of them being trampled or crushed, and I get excited.”
“I’ve heard it before,” Master Vex said, turning around and sticking his nose up in the air, “But nobody sticks around for it. They beg and beg for me to do it, and then they beg me to stop. I can help you get back across the lake if you’d like.”
“No, Master Vex,” he pleaded, “I want it. I want it more than anything. It’s all I could think of ever since I was first able to become aroused.”
“I have heard that before too,” the unimpressed Floatzel added, “I would love to hear you scream and beg for more. But what can you do to prove that it won’t be all for naught?”
“Master Vex!” he said, “Please let me prove it to you! I can do it!”
The Floatzel turned around, and slid the top half of his body forward, between the fire type's legs. He grabbed the orbs in his hands, kneading them and massaging them. He started to squeeze and the Typhlosion started to gasp. Master Vex shook his head. “Oh, no, not now. You need to prove to me that you can endure my brand pain. I do want to hear your screams echo through this cavern but right now? Not  a sound.”
Zunder held his breath. Vex was administering just a little more pressure each second. The pain rippled from the testicles and the entire sack started to tingle. The crushing sensation was enough to coax several inches of red meat right out of him. But the shaking legs and the tense body showed the lack of experience Vex worried would ruin the affair.  Zunder bit his lip so hard he was tasting blood. 
“This is only a fraction of what I can and will inflict upon you,” Vex said, “Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” squeaked Zunder.
Vex let go, “Lay on your back.”
“On the ground, sir?”
“On the ground,” he said with an added hint of annoyance. Zunder complied. The moment his back it the hard stone the Floatzel’s heel smashed into his right testicle. After the first impact, he mashed it against the ground. After that, the ball of the foot came forward on to the slick red rod. After shifting his weight back and forth, Vex slipped the cock between his toes. The heel provided the pain to the orb while bending his toes twisted the stiff package. Zunder couldn’t help but let out a ‘yip.’
“I told you,” the Floatzel reminded him, “No noise.” He removed his foot altogether.
“Please,” the Typhlosion with watery eyes begged. He moved to his knees, where his testicle throbbed so much it felt as though it was bouncing on the stone it sat on. “I need more!”
Vex had no intention of having him leave. Underneath the sadistic grins and stern treatment was a creature that was overjoyed to have a new play partner, somebody who seemed interested in taking what he could give.  It’s true that most of his partners were more timid, though he exaggerated the case just to hear the begging of a pain slut.
“Very well,” The Floatzel sighed as his foot smashed the shaft down on top of the left testicle and into the rock below them.  His partner exhaled with a wavy sounding moan. Master Vex could see the relief that came with the pain. The expression on the submissive Pokemon’s face was proof that this wasn’t just some curious creature in over his head. He bent his foot upward and focused most of the intention with the bottom of the heel. “Remember,” he said, “This is only the beginning.”
Vex stepped around Zunder, making sure to step wide as he did it. Zunder tried to see what he was doing from the corner of his eyes. All he could make out was the outline digging through a box and then grabbing what appeared to be a wooden plank from just to the side of the cross. The moment the Floatzel turned around Zunder averted his gaze.
“Back to your knees,” Vex said, placing a small apple box in front of him. Zunder climbed on top of it. Vex then placed contraption made with two wood planks in front of him. It was a right angle so it stood upright without any assistance. In the middle was a hole. Zunder understood the significance of the hole and lined up his member accordingly. Vex grabbed his scrotum and pulled his testicles through first.
“This one,” he added, “I made myself.” He found the two scraps while scavenging for food. The hold was drilled by direct pressure from his water gun attack. A little bit of help from some sander and wood filler made it feel smooth even as it rubbed against the Typhlosion’s unsheathed cock. “Now, hands behind your back.”
Zunder held his arms behind him with his wrists held tightly. The smooth silk rope separates the two and then wrapped around the outside. Then Vex pulled two ends apart and the Typhlosion was bound. Zunder pulled against them three times just to see how taught they were. Vex laughed as the ropes only became tighter.
Vex then took a knee facing the plank where Zunder’s shaft was dangling. He stroked it very gently for a few seconds so that it would remain erect. Then, with one finger, he raised the tip up until the entire rod was pointing upward. With his other hand, he wove a smaller thread around the base and tied it tight. He repeated this by the tip. To finish it off he made a fist and pounded once between the two strings. 
Zunder let out an “Unf” sound before gasping. His mind started to stray from the moment as the encounter was getting to be a bit surreal for him. It was in many ways a dream come true in the traditional sense. A fantasy fulfilled would give anyone pause. But the torch lit setting, the handsome aquatic partner, and how every implement he could imagine was right there was a bit too much to believe. It was one of those moments for him where he could picture himself watching it happen as he was experiencing it.
Zunder came back into the moment when he felt his sack being pulled through a cold, steel vice. His sack swung long and grazed the blunt-ended spikes at the bottom. The opening that let the testicles come through so easily was closed tight around it. Vex let go and the weight of the vice pulled down on the sack. Then another one clamped down just beneath it. This would allow Vex to stretch the sack while working the orbs himself.  Zunder’s marbles were already pressed up tight against the sack, and now only little bits of fur were running along the end.
“On last thing,” Vex said, retrieving a ball gag, “While I very much love to hear your screams and cries, my ears have become very sensitive as of late.” He shoved the red ball I Zunder’s mouth, and pulled the straps tight in the back. 
The Floatzel ran his toes down the shaft and on to the cold metal rectangle that houses his partner's jewels.  He felt his way around the implement of pain to find one of the the circular pieces that would allow for the lower lever to pull the sack down. Once he found it he dragged his foot from once side to the other, spinning them. Zunder closed his eyes and braced himself for agony.
The metal lever went down a touch with ease, pulling only slightly. Zunder opened his eyes shocked that nothing had happened quite yet beyond his orbs being a little more tightly packed. Vex didn’t bother to increase the tightness any more under Zunder had relaxed completely.  A little yelp came out as the spikes started to cause indentations in his sack. 
“What’s that? You seem disappointed,” Vex said, stroking the fur atop Zunder’s head “Did you want a little more than that?”
Zunder made a noise that could very loosely be translated into yes. Vex chose to ignore it. With spit splattering on the gag Zunder tried again, louder, and adding a ‘please!’ at the end. Vex put pressure on the top of the cage to stretch the sack and perhaps get a little more volume of out his bound play partner.  It worked well enough for “Please Master Vex” to echo in its muffled form in the cave.
Vex was happy to comply. He twisted both cranks at once and gnashed the points into the pain craving rounds. The skin that was once a nice round sac was stretched so that it looked square and thin. Little bits of tension ran up and down the flesh. Zunder jerked wildly in response. Then another twist and the balls were now moshed into sideways little ovals while Zunder screamed.
“How long until they break, I wonder,” Vex teased, rubbing his fingers back and forth along Zunder’s pair, playing him like a xylophone.  He ran his fingers up the shaft and coaxed out an early bit of excitement. He rubbed it on Zunder’s nose. He then increased the tension on his gonads some more It was enough that even with the yellow fur you could see how purple they were becoming. 
Zunder let out a loud scream followed by fast, erratic breaths. Just like his fantasy, he was starting to drool. His sex-glazed eyes twisted back into his head. His right leg twitched and shook wildly. Vex waited patiently for his partner’s body to cool down. The moment his breathing seemed at least somewhat normal, another couple turns. 
The muffled screams echoed through the cavern. They were likely heard well beyond. Vex didn't give it a break this time. Instead, he twisted the knobs right on through. The screams of his partner would stop short and begin again. The testicles were misshapen and to Zunder it seemed as though they were to be ripped right from his sack. 
Vex stopped after it became impossible for him to turn the crank further.  Zunder’s screams stopped but the pain did not. He simply endured. He allowed himself to take a few relaxing breaths during a bit of a cool down period. Vex rewarded his ability to handle the pain with a long lick on his shaft followed by a series of fast rubs. The shaft ached and throbbed and Vex stepped aside to keep the Typhlosion edging but not ejaculating. 
The sadistic Floatzel was then left considering his next step. He was kind of expecting to get at least another centimeter down, possibly causing a crack, before moving on to the needles and pins. The last thing he wanted to do was give Zunder the impression that he was ready to let up, so he swatted the metal rectangle playfully with between his tails.
Then he picked up a few small weights and metal clips that a few cavers had left behind. He clipped one on either side. Just under a pound between the two of them, but enough to make the Typhlosion think his scrotum was started to tear. There was only a little drip of blood in the middle. 
He added two more weights on each side and took a second to admire just how flexible the flesh on the scrotum was. The only other weight he could add was pressure from his own foot. He pushed it down hard and Zunder spits as he let out a cry. He bit violently onto the gag, enough to leave teeth marks. Vex didn’t relieve the tension until his paw slipped off. 
 “Are you enjoying yourself so far?” he asked, caressing his head. He got a muffled ‘mmhm’ as a response. A stroke on Zunder’s cock was enough to see just how ready to burst he was. “Oh, I can tell. Close your eyes, I will be back in a moment.”
Zunder didn’t hear the command to open his eyes. Instead, he heard the ringing of metal and felt the blunt trauma of a hammer on the bottom metal slat. His testicles vibrated with the clanging of the metal. He opened his eyes and saw two large nails and two small ones between his fingers. He pulled his head back from the shock.
“Too much?”
Vex’s face lit up when Zunder shook his head. It was rare that he was able to get to this point with a partner. He was glowing with pure delight. Vex couldn’t help but give him a kiss on the cheek. “You are going to love this,” he whispered into Zunder’s ear while poking the point of a nail on to his overstretched sack.	 
Then Vex slid down. He grabbed the skin that was stretched long and stretched it wide on the plank. On the left side, he placed the nail. With on hit of the hammer, it was in.  Zunder adjusted his knees to avoid rubbing against the point of the nail. It didn’t hurt quite as much as everything else he had endured that night.  The nails managed to hold up the sack, even raise it up a few centimeters.
Zunder shook backward the moment the nail hit his testicle. He steadied the shaking cage with the bottom of his hand while holding the nail tight with the fingers. The first hit with the hammer, which pierced most of the way through, was the most painful. Zunder tightened to allow easy passage through. The second hit didn’t have the same amount of blunt force as Vex wanted to minimize the risk to the legs.
The Typhlosion squirted a little more excitement out after the second nail went in. The tip of his cock was in a different sort of pain. The oozing tip was aflame with anticipation.  Vex was well aware he couldn’t prolong his orgasm too much longer. He looked through his collection to find the perfect toy to bring him the rest of the way there. 
Vex decided that his knotted canine toy would provide the right amount of pleasure to Zunder’s prostate. It was supposedly based on an Arcanine member but was clearly made without the attention to detail to make it unique. That didn’t matter as much as the shape of the knot, clearly built for pleasuring a prostate. 
Zunder had no idea what was going on behind him. He couldn't hear rifling through the chest or the squirt of the lubricant bottle. He was becoming more focused on the stinging caused by sweat dripping into his wounds. He let out a few “oohs” and “ahs” as the lower jaw trembled. He barely noticed Vex’s hand on his cheek. The cold slick lubricant was his first hint, coming only a few seconds before the head was shoved into him. 
The surprise caused him to twist and bang the weights around. They slammed on the wood and the impact registered through the entire metal and wood structure built on his cock. Then Vex pushed the knot in. He twisted it inside of him, judging the placement by the drooling submissive’s reaction.
As soon as it was in he pushed in and out in very small strokes. After tiring out his hand he placed two fingers on the base, deciding that tapping was easier. Long pleasurable breathes came from his partner. There was so much ecstasy behind each one that you could hardly tell he was in any pain at all.  Zunder spread his knees. He was too tightly bound to the platform to push his spread cheeks on to it so had to make due with opening the path up just a little bit.
Vex grabbed the end of a nail and bent it back and forth.  He twisted it about as a long spit of cum drooled down the shaft and all over the metal vise. The Floatzel slowed down with both the dildo, and took his hand off the nail completely. He slid the claw around the nail and pulled as Zunder’s leg lost all control It kicked violently into the rock, bruising his shins. With another twist, the nail was gone. 
“Well,” he said made his way over to the next nail, increasing the speed on the dildo as he pulled on the end, “Aren’t you going to beg me to let you cum?”
The words that came through the gag sound more like ‘rees ret me hum’, and were punctuated by cries.  Vex continued his work on Zunder’s prostate. A few seconds later the nail was pulled and the building tension at the tip was relieved. The hot stream shot up and landed back down on the plank. Bits shot down back on the rocks as well. Vex held on to the back of Zunder’s  head, unhooking the gag and scratching him playfully behind the ear.
“You can speak freely now,” Vex said.
“Thank you so much,” Zunder said while Vex removed the weights. Even after the vice was removed he was still in quite a bit of pain. Vex untied the spent shaft and let it slid back into his sheath.  Once Zunder’s hands were free, he tried to pull his tortured cock from the small hole.
“Wait,” Vex said, “You don’t’ want to hurt yourself, do you.”
Zunder chuckled while Vex administered a potion. Within just a few seconds the damage was undone. Now that  Zunder was completely free, he fell back on the ground, taking a few moments for him to collect himself. Vex decided to lay beside him and watch the shapes the flickering torches created. The back of his hand patted down on the Typhlosion’s yellow belly.
“Master Vex.”
“Just Vex.”
“It’s getting late. It takes at least an hour to get across the lake. I don’t think I can make the journey at night. Is it possible for me to stay the night?”
“My friend, you can stay as long as you like.”