Beg for permission to masturbate

There's no point trying to cling onto your dignity while you're Blue's naked ****. He'll surely stamp all of that out of you by the time you return to Pallet Town. No, you might as well lean into the insanity. At least that way, you might actually get to enjoy an orgasm or two along the way.

"Please Master, can I have permission to masturbate?" You ask meekly, but with an added layer of arousal.

"Sure!" Blue says generously. "Who am I to deny you the opportunity to further **** yourself?"

"T-thank you, I think." You mumble with relief, and prepare to find a more comfortable position.

Blue holds up a hand. There's a catch, isn't there. Of course there's a catch.

"However if you want permission to orgasm, then you must stay in that position, and shout 'I'm an anal addicted nympho cumslut' at the top of your lungs until you do. Starting now."

Despite how mean this is, the immediacy of the terms of his request forces an instant decision out of you.

"I'm an anal addicted nympho cumslut!" You shout, as you reach a hand down to your clit and start rubbing. You pray that there are no other trainers close enough to hear you shout that and come running.

"Louder!" Blue shouts, with impressive volume.

"I'm an anal addicted nympho cumslut!" You scream, full of shame and anxiety, but simultaneously too horny to care.

"LOUDER!" Blue roars.

"I'M AN ANAL ADDICTED NYMPHO CUMSLUT!" You roar back with passion as you frig yourself to climax in front of the three young men.

"Thank your Master for letting you cum!" He demands loudly, with dominant passion.

"Thank you thank you oh god thank you so much!" You gush with your mouth as you gush with your pussy.

"Geez, what a fucking disgrace." Peter says. He doesn't sound like he's just mocking you, it sounds like he really means it.

"Most of the girls out here are cum-drunk nowadays." Sam agrees sagely, as if he's a wizened old trainer who missed the olden days, as opposed to a fresh new 18 year old face himself.

As the euphoric haze of your orgasm begins to subside, their words begin to sting a bit more than they would have a few moment ago. You're not a slut, are you? It's not your fault you were left frustratingly close to the edge by their antics...

"I've seen enough." Peter comments dismissively, but as he does, he snaps a photo of your disgraceful image. Yet another permanent digital record of the shameful acts that took place here today.

"Yeah, let's get out of here." Sam sneers, as he eases the disgusting spunk-filled rubber off his softened shaft.

"One moment please, gentlemen." Blue says calmly, but with a hint of cruelty. "There's one more command I would like to give my ****, which you can help her follow."

"Oh?" Peter sounds intrigued, audibly entertained by Blue's sadistic attitude.

"Cumslut, you are to treasure any and all semen you help to extract from men's magnificent, sacred testicles. Each and every drop should be treated as a holy artifact, one which you value more than gold and are **** to possess. Failure to convince me that a condom full of spunk is the most important and precious item to you, will result in... consequences."

Your face instinctively contorts into one of disgust and fury. You had thought... hoped... dreamed, perhaps... That Blue was being somewhat kind or merciful when he instructed the men to wear condoms. But now you see that it was never about protecting your uterus from fertile swimmers, but simply a longer term plan to humiliate and **** you. That man doesn't seem to have a single empathetic bone in his body.

And yet, you have to obey. The only other option - to be reported to the League by Blue, and **** to retire as a Pokemon trainer - is unthinkable. You quickly morph your expression into one of fake wonder and awe.

"Masters Sam and Peter! It would be my pleasure... No... My honor... If you would find it in your hearts to... bless me... with your... err... your..."

You really struggle to find a polite way to say 'used condom'.

"Your..." The men smirking at you, enjoying watching you squirm and struggle, just makes it even worse.

"Your, um, vessels... of... holy water." You offer. It feels really cringeworthy and pathetic, but... That just seems to make them even happier.

Peter, who seems to overall be the more forward and sadistic one of the two strangers, speaks first.

"Sure, thing. BUT... to receive such a blessing, you must present yourself on your knees in front of me, and look up into my eyes, with palms presented." He instructs.

You do your best not to snarl with irritation as you obey, crawling over to him, kneeling upright, bending your neck back to look up at his smirking face, and holding your hands cupped together as if praying, or waiting to receive communion. It feels a tad blasphemous, but you've come too far to stop now.

As you maintain eye contact with the dickhead, you can see him easing the condom off his cock in your peripheral vision. As you prepare to accept it into your hands, you are surprised and dismayed when he slaps it onto your forehead, the cum-bloated end dropping down to cover one of your eyes, and **** you to close it.

"Thank you so much for your generosity." You mumble, summoning all the willpower you can to make it sound normal and not as furious as you feel inside.

And then suddenly, a second used condom joins the first, placed just on your upper lip, in front of your nostrils. The gentle smell emanating from it reminds you of which hole it's been inside. Your nose wrinkles, and you have to fight to prevent yourself from audibly gagging with disgust.

"Thank you for this blessing!" You **** yourself to exclaim, from behind the used condoms balanced on your face. "I will treasure them forever!"

You pick them up with your hands, holding them each by the tied end. You don't move them too far away from your face too quickly, because you don't want it to look like you're as disgusted by them as, well, as much as you really are.

"I will make sure to keep them safe and secure in my satchel." You say, reaching for it. But Blue kicks your satchel away.

"Nope, try again." He warns. "These are treasured possessions."

"How about in your hat?" Sam suggests suddenly.

"Haha, yeah, I like that! Keep them on top of your head, under your hat!" Peter agrees eagerly.

"My hat..." You repeat, with some sadness.

Your hat was a gift from your father before he passed away. Unlike the used condoms, it really is a treasured item. A sacred one. It represents your father's dreams, and his footsteps, which you have dedicated your life to following. Defiling it by using it to keep used condoms squashed against your head feels like some sort of personal sacrilege. But if you don't do it, you'll never be able to be a Pokemon trainer again.

So... In they must go.

The three men smirk and leer at you as you remove your hat, place the used condoms inside, and then push the hat back down on your head. The weight of the condoms isn't much, but you can definitely feel them there.

"Every Cumslut needs a Cum Hat." Peter comments mockingly. "Glad to see you've got yours, now."

Sam just silently nods with happy assent.

"Well, we must be off now." Blue comments, and gestures for you to follow him. "Places to be, sluts to fuck into oblivion."

Sam and Peter won't realize, but to you it's clear that he's talking about your mother.

"Yes, I can see that you've got this cumslut well taken care of." Peter says approvingly. "We'll leave the rest of her training to you."

And so you part ways with Peter and Sam, hopefully never to see them again.