You're screwed.

Five minutes later...

You're bent over a stone table in the back room of the Gym. Your face burns with embarrassment, pressed against the cool, smooth stone.

Oh, if only Blue could see you now. It would certainly validate his assessment of you, as a lousy Trainer and an excellent slut.

Stone restraints (Brock's idea, not yours) have been closed around your ankles and wrists, locking you in place, while still allowing Brock good access to your holes.

Behind you, you hear the door slide open, and two pairs of feet shuffling inside.

"You see, Jerry?" Brock smiles, as he pushes the heavy stone door shut behind them. "Told you she was hot."

As heavily restrained as you are, you can still glance over your shoulder. With Brock is an exuberant kid in Camper gear.

"Worried I forgot about you?" Brock smiles. "Don't be. It's been a while since we've had a piece of ass as nice as you back here."

Wow, the guy's a real charmer, you think.

"I dunno, Brock. Personally, I think she's a little overdressed." Jerry opines.

"Oh yeah? I think you might be right. Let's do something about that."

At the same moment, both the Gym Leader and his subordinate unclip a Pokéball from their belts, and hurl them onto the stone table on either side of you. To your left, Geodude exits, ready to inflict a little more humiliation. To your right, Jerry lets out a Sandshrew, a surprisingly cute little yellow creature with craggy skin and surprisingly wicked claws.

"Sandshrew, why don't you help Red out of her shirt?" Jerry asks. The rodent's only too happy to oblige. Hopping onto your back, the Sandshrew extends it's claws and starts slashing at your tank top, reducing the garment to scraps in a scant few strikes.

"Geodude, go do the same for her skirt. I wanna see the merchandise." Brock continues.

Not that you can see him do it, but Brock's Geodude hovers over your ass. Grabbing two handfuls of miniskirt, the Rock-type yanks it apart. Your panties follow in short order, leaving you naked, save for your hat and sneakers.

While Brock playfully strokes your ass, Jerry circles round the table, until he's standing in front of you with his Sandshrew.

"No sneaking around me now, bitch." The Pipsqueak smiles. You doubt he'd be so smug if you actually battled. He and his Sandshrew look like they're light years away from Brock and his Pokémon.

"Nice hat." Jerry observes. Plucking it from your head, he tosses it across the room.

After Jerry's dick move, you're feeling even more naked.

"You ready for this, Red?" Brock whispers, leaning over you. You can feel the Gym Leader's erection, tenting through his pants, just dying to be released.

Deciding not to just lie on your stomach and take it, you thrash in your restraints, growling at Brock:

"C'mon! Come on, you limpdick cocksuckers!" You scream. "Honestly, I'm surprised you've even gotten it up!"

"Impressive." Brock grins. "That just makes me wonder: Where was all this fight during our battle?"

You made a mental note that when this was over, you'd train up, take the next available rematch and take Brock down a peg or two.

Meanwhile, Jerry has pulled out his cock. You have to give him credit, he's got a bigger member on him than he'd expect for a guy his size.

He's not the only one. Evidently, Sandshrew likes to take part in these backroom gangbangs. He's currently sporting an erection that puts a few guys you know from Pallet Town to shame. On the Pokémon's smaller body, it looks doubly massive.

"Sandy and I like to do everything together." Jerry informs you. In this case, the "everything" in question happens to be you. You're not entirely sure if you find the Camper's camraderie sweet or creepy.

Jerry's the first to enter you, surging forward, cock in hand. Sandshrew follows close after, and before you know it, you find yourself giving the Trainer and his Pokémon a double-barrel blowjob.

Your mouth is stretched to it's absolute limit as Jerry and Sandshrew piston in and out of your mouth. If you take one thing away from this defeat, it'll be just how... accomadating you can be when push comes to shove.

Grabbing your lengthy brown hair, Jerry asserts his dominance, shoving your mouth even further down on the twin invading cocks.

Not to be outdone, Brock unleashes the Onix he's been hiding in his trousers. You can tell he's particularly well endowed, just from how it feels as he slaps you on the ass with it.

"You looking forward to this, Red?" Brock taunts you yet again. "Hmm, maybe you threw our battle earlier."

"Uhh, I don't think she's gonna answer, Brock!" Jerry gasps, really enjoying the ridiculously tight, hot, wet wonderland of your mouth. "She's kinda got her mouth full!"

"Oh well, time to stop wasting time, I guess." Brock smirks.

Positioning himself directly behind you, Brock guides his tan monster of a prick towards your pussy. He enters you roughly.

As much as you hate to admit it, being strapped down and fucked like this has left you more than a little wet, so there's some lubrication, but still. Your eyes widen a little bit, and get a little watery.

Jerry would probably have noticed, if not for the fact that your face is currently pressed into his junk and lower stomach.

After a few more moments of Jerry and his Sandshrew's combined oral ****, the Trainer lets you up, allowing you to gasp out a few ragged breaths.

"Enjoying yourself, rookie?" Brock laughs, not letting up as Jerry idly slaps your cheek with his prick.

"If only you fucked as well as you battled!" You taunt. "I can barely feel anything."

"Yeah?" Brock responds by grabbing your hips and hilting himself in your cunt. "How about now?"

You skip a breath as you feel the Gym Leader's cock pulse inside you. You try to taunt him again, but you're cut off, betrayed by the moans of your own body as Brock resumes thrusting his length in and out of your sensitive pussy.

"You like that?" Brock asks again, reaching up, and gathering your brown locks into two rough pigtails, or handles, even as he continues to make you squeal.

This time, you can't pretend or act haughty. You're too wracked with desire to do that.

Throwing your head back, you offer Brock a hearty "Yes!" as you blaze with pleasure, your pussy contracting around his cock as you climax.

But Brock isn't done with you. He continues to fuck you, even as Jerry and his Sandshrew pause, to watch a master at work. Brock's so hard, so strong, so unrelenting, that he's reduced you to a mewling, drooling mess, and he still has some stamina left in him.

After a minute or two spent taking in the view, Jerry and his Pokémon jump back in. Before too long, you feel both cocks, perfectly in-sync, blasting off, providing you with a cocktail of mixed human and Sandshrew cum. Gulping greedily, you swallow every last drop.

Not too long after this, Brock is reaching the limits of endurance. He pulls out. Suddenly, you feel incomplete without his cock inside you. You hear him working himself to a climax, and feel what must surely be an impressive cumshot striking you in your lower back. Spurt after spurt rains down on you.

"Damn." Brock breathes, once his torrential output abates. "I don't know how long it's been since I've enjoyed a defeated Trainer like that."

"You ever think you can beat me, come back and try again." Brock concludes. "I'd cherish the chance to do this again!"

His words seem hazy to you. After both your lengthy journey as a Trainer, and your savage fucking as a slut, you're feeling exhausted. You slump down against the stone table, cum oozing from both ends of you...

-

You wake up a short while later out behind the back of the Gym. Resting on a couple of trash bags. Classy.

You're still naked, and dripping with the Gym Trainers' slowly drying seed. At least that fabled 'Trainer's Honor' has left them decent enough let you keep your bag, and your belt, complete with your two Pokémon.

Tightening the belt around your bare waist, you shoulder your bag, and ponder your next move.