Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Botch Up ❯ Botch Up ( One-Shot )

A/B = "Go PikaChu!" Ash yells as he does his Jump and command thing. PikaChu races across the field at Arbok, Intending for a tackle attack. Instead, a pair of Black boots blocked his view, and he slammed head first into the hard metal Shin guards.

"Pikachu…….." Twirled around a few times before falling to the ground. Ash panicked and ran towards Pikachu, but instead a short cute woman picked up the rodent instead.

"Just who do you think you are!?" James screamed at the four people standing on the field of battle.

"We are The SOI Rescue Team. And this is not the Satellite Of Insanity." Dark Looked around himself, tapping his foot against the ground in agitation.

"How dare you interrupt us in our moment of glory!" Jessie screamed in frustration, Dryakus just glanced at her as she screamed, dark ignoring her completely. James then goes off the deep end gaining the attention of all four new comers, Including the man with bright blue hair, and the small little woman. "You may be out to rescue the SOI, but who's going to rescue you!"

"That does it!" Ballroom exclaimed. She pointed at Team Rocket and commanded. "Cracker Jack, Go and Use, Flame thrower!" Ballroom tosses him a lighter, he snatches it out of mid air. He lands on his feet facing away from a confused team rocket. Cracker Bends over, drops his pants, Blinding James who is screaming he can't see. Jessie and Meowth are just staring wide eyed. Cracker lights the torch and lets ones rip.

James running around, quickly caught fire and soon became a living torch. Ballroom gave her next command. "Cracker Jack, Use Booger attack on James." Cracker jack used a finger to reach deep into nostril and pull forth a booger of unbelievable size. Everyone groaned at the site of this, Jessie standing still as her hair burned steadily.

Cracker Jack launched the green arsenal at James and smacked him with it perfectly and put out the fire. James paused in his running to look at himself and realize what happened before he started running around and screaming again. "Get it off me!!! Get it off!!!! Help! Get it off Me!"

"Quick Cracker Jack and use water gun attack on Jessie and put her out too!" Ballroom yelled ash she handed PikaChu to the dark haired man. Dark and Dryakus groaned in dismay as the sound of Cracker Jack's zipper came down.

"Quick Dryakus, Take down attack!" Dryakus looked at Dark then his prey and grinned. Dark was pointing straight at cracker who was pulling out his dick, causing everyone to make excited noises. {Not like that!} Suddenly Cracker was using his water gun On Jessie, who stood there in absolute shock, till she started screaming at arbok.

Dryakus closed in and Almost Tackles cracker Jack. "Cracker Jack evasive. Now use your dooby doo attack and send team rocket blasting off again." Ballroom tosses him a joint, and he light's it up. He barely dodges both Arbok and Dryakus's attacks. Dryakus points to arbok and Cracker Jack nods his agreement. Cracker Blows smoke into Arboks face and the snake starts wigging out, running into the forest in fright, Jessie following after him.

"Victory bell I choose you!" James yelled, suddenly he was screaming at Victory bell who was eating James. James kicked his Pokemon a few times before the plant let go. "Not me you stupid plant! Get them, Get them!!!" Meowth was hiding behind James realizing they were in big trouble.

"Cracker Jack Use you Wasteland Wind attack in combo with SBD." Every one looks confused as the last command was given out, as Ballroom tosses him a Chinese fan. Cracker Jack faces away from victory bell and bends over, suddenly he starts to franticly fan the fan. Victory bell falls over in a dead faint, followed by James and Meowth.

"Well that's that!" Ballroom exclaims. She glances around and looks to Dark. "We don't own any of this right?"

"That's correct you don't, and besides if they sue it's not like they will actually get your drugs." Dark responded to her.

"That's right, and if this wasn't a disclaimer, we would have to put a disclaimer on this!" Cracker said as he walked up. Ash asked what they were talking about. He was ignored and the adults continued to talk among themselves.

"So we don't own any of this." Ballroom confirmed, then continued. "This story has HARD Core Rape and Bondage and Homosexual acts of the obscene kind. If you don't like then don't read. This was coauthored by Cracker Jack. But I do Own Dark and Dryakus, Cracker Jack is being Claimed by Dark today, because I Ballroom Blitz had nothing to do with any of this, so now I'm making me get away. Enjoy!"

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James looked out over the edge of the hot air balloon discontentedly. After he and Ash had a long talk, and lots of love making, they had decided it best to wait and see what happened next. What happened next wasn't what James had in mind though.

He returned to Team Rocket when the boss called and demanded to see them immediately. They had arrived at the rebuilt Team Rocket head quarters to be informed of the new team pairings to see if it would hold any improvements for Jessie and James.

Now he was teamed up with Butch, While Jessie and Meowth had been teamed up with Cassidy. And to James, being teamed up with Butch was all hell. As an hour ago Butch had been beating him around because they only had half a day's worth of fuel left. And they had still yet to catch Pikachu, which the boss wanted considering Jessie and James couldn't steal it from a kid.

"What's for lunch?" Butch demanded from behind him, on the other side of the basket. He had been gazing out over the landscape to find the kid and that Pikachu, but now he faced James. He had been even more dower since he found out he was to be paired off with James. And he showed it as often as possible.

"Normally Jessie and I just have a cracker or two." James responded simply, never taking his eyes from the landscape that they were passing over.

"Crackers?" Butch asked in disbelief as he stared at James's back. He walked up behind the unsuspecting victim, and then hit James in the side, causing James to wince in pain. Grabbing a handful of blue hair he pulled James's head back so he could look into the pain filled face that was set with wide eyes. He asked again. "Crackers?"

"Yes. It's not like we have food all the time. The only real meals we get are at the free samples stands." James said in a fear filled voice. It's a miracle they even get a whole meal every once in awhile.

"You have to be kidding me." Butch responded as he threw James roughly to the floor of the balloon basket. James landed with a muffled thud and glared up at his tormentor. Butch sneered at him in disgust, then made to land the balloon in a small clearing as he gave James orders. "In that case. You're going to find me something to eat. And it better be enough for a whole meal."

James cringed at Butch's scratchy voice, but nodded his understanding. This was going to be a rough team up, James thought as he stood back up. He suddenly wished he hadn't listened to Ash's words. `Do you think you can give up Team Rocket? Do you think you can stop stealing? Do you Really want to follow me around as I train to become the best Pokemon master? You don't have to answer now. Just think about it.'

That had happened right after he had stolen some little trinket to give Ash. Maybe he shouldn't have stolen it, but he didn't have any money to buy it. And he had wanted Ash to have it. He had stolen a small hand carved and painted Pikachu that was ready to fight. Ash had given it back with a small lie to cover for James. He wished now more than ever that he hadn't stolen the small figurine.

James was brought back to reality as the balloon landed on the ground with an amount of jostling. Jessie could land it perfectly, that one wouldn't know that they were on the ground until told. Before Butch could say a word, James jumped out of the Balloon and ran off. "Don't worry I'll find us something to eat!"

Butch watched him go as James ran for it into the forest. He decided to call out to the other thief. "Don't get lost!" Mumbling the rest under his breath. "Like you could ever do anything right."

James was on a roll, he had found a bunch of delicious mushrooms, the non poisonous kind, and some fruits. Though he did have the thought of poisoning Butch, he couldn't be that mean. Yet. But now that his arms were full he started to head back to the balloon where he hoped Butch was making himself useful.

When James returned there was no fire, or anything else in which to show food was being prepared. James sighed, as it had only been two day's that he and Butch had been on the same team. Butch was obviously expecting him to do all the work, the former refusing to lift a finger to help. He was suddenly glad that he had decided to take his time and have a few apples when he had found them.

He sighed again as he made his way over to the Balloon, taking his time. He glanced around not seeing the green haired bully, but to James that was a good thing. He grinned deviously and called out. "Botch! Where did you go?"

"Getting the stench of that balloon off of me!" Came the reply from the opposite side of the basket. James glanced around the side to see Butch getting dressed. He had run off so fast he hadn't even noticed the small pond. James sneered, the only thing the Balloon smelled like was the straw it was made from.

"Actually it's the smell of that Raticade of yours." James muttered as he deposited his gatherings into a pot he pulled out of the basket. James grabbed another pot and walked over to the small pond to gather some of the cool clear liquid. He dreaded the thought of having to use any of the water that butch bathed in, but it was better than nothing. Butch was pulling his boots on and glaring daggers at James, so James decided see if he could get him to help. "Butch could you get a fire started and I'll get started on making some soup. Also there is some fruit in the balloon now."

"You get the fire started. What do I look like your slave?" Butch retorted as he got up and started to stalk off. Suddenly he was hit in the back of the head by a metal pot. "What the?"

"Your not the only one on this team who wants to sit around and be lazy." James yelled as he frowned at Butch. He looked like an angry housewife without the apron and spoon. Of course the man did cross dress quite a lot. "And I'm not your slave either. If you want Lunch, you make it!"

Butch watched in shock as James stormed off into the woods. That was unexpected. Butch shrugged it off and decided to make his own lunch then. The only thing was, Cassidy had always done the cooking. He sighed and decided to get some wood for the fire. He was hating this long before it started, now he needed a word stronger than hate.

He wondered into the woods and started to gather firewood as he went along. Soon enough he had enough wood for the fire and to keep it going all night if he needed. He paused a moment as a sound caught his attention. He was just about to blow it off as his imagination, when he heard it again. It was coming from his left so he wondered in that direction being as quite as possible. It was a soft sound, and it surely wasn't what he was expecting.

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James had stormed off into the woods and wondered around till he found a nice place to sit and mope. He sniffled as he thought about things. He missed Jessie and Meowth because the two always did something of their fare share of the work. With Butch it was impossible to get him to lift a finger to point to what he wanted.

Most of all he missed Ash. He sniffled again as he thought of the young man, brave, naïve and eager. Ash's intellect was another matter completely. James was suddenly feeling very lonely and he broke down into silent tears, sniffling when he had too.

So he never heard the other figure enter the clearing until a pile of wood was deposited with much noise. James snapped his head up to see who intruded on him like that without warning. Of course he already had an idea who it was, he was just confirming it.

Butch stood towering above James with a look of disdain on his face. His green hair was slightly mused and still damp from his bath, and a few beads of sweat covered his brow. Evidently Butch wasn't use to real work, James thought to himself. Aloud he only responded with the obvious. "What do you want Botch?"

"I heard you over here crying like a baby. But at the time I wasn't sure it was you." Butch retorted, letting the mispronunciation of his name slide, looking down at the blue haired man who still hadn't gotten up. James was curled up with his knees to his chest and his arms resting on them. Butch had to admit James did look kind of cute with tear streaks trailing down the side of his face. "Looks like I made wussy boy cry. Awww."

"I am not wussy boy!" James yelled as he jumped up to get right in Butch's face. He had enough of the green haired man, and wasn't about to take it anymore.

Butch pushed James into the tree and pinned him there with a hand on each shoulder. James's eyes went wide with fear, but he still looked mad enough to face off with the other member of team rocket. "Yes you are, but I don't remember giving you permission to talk to me like that."

"I don't permission, now get away from!" James yelled as he stomped on Butch's foot with all his worth. Pain registered on Butch's face, but he didn't release his hold, but instead kneed James in the groin. James hit the ground, holding his injured manhood as he moaned in pain. He felt himself being lifted roughly, lips pressing against his own.

James let out a shocked yell as Butch's mouth ravaged his own. He tasted the metallic of blood and released that butch had bit him roughly. James whimpered as he started to struggle against Butch, trying to push the man away. Butch pulled away of his own accord and slapped James across the face, causing James to be slammed against the tree he had been mopping against a moment ago.

Butch just glared at James, the brightly clad member of team rocket's face going as pale as new fallen snow. Not that he wasn't already pale to start with, but paler than he normally was. Butch smirked as he advanced on the craziest of Team Rocket. James looked at him with fear in those huge emerald eyes, as he backed himself against the tree.

Butch Gently took James's lips with his mouth, retaining as much control as possible. James looked so sexy all scared, and when the man wore a dress, he could look like an awesome girl. Butch stuck his tongue into the others mouth, probing the unexplored territory. He noticed James didn't respond, but he was fighting again either. Butch broke the kiss, letting his tongue slide through his lips.

He looked at James, who was pressed against the tree, trying his best to blend in. His green emerald eyes wide with fear as though he were standing before a rampaging herd. Butch smirked at the site before him. A terrified James was a beautiful site to behold. Butch wondered what the man would look like in a dress and terrified. His smile becoming more devilish as the form in which he sought could be much closer than he thought.

"James. Beautiful James." Butch, pressed close to James, then gently caressed the bruise that had formed on the side of his face. James looked up at him, concern colouring his eyes as he gazed right into Butch's. Butch smile as he spoke, it was more of a sneer actually, for there was no emotion behind it. "I let my lust over take me. Why do you think I always pick on you. Such a gentle and meek man. Completely unique."

James stood there in shock. He was expecting to be raped and beaten, if not killed, by another Team Rocket member, but instead here was Butch telling him this. James stuttered a few times, Butch ignored this however, and continued to speak. "Brave when it comes down to it. And you put Jessie and Cassidy to shame when you put on a dress."

"Thank you." James blushed, averting his eyes as he tried to melt into tree at the touch of the other man. That touch was like fire, and his words had made James turn hot. Not even Ash had asked him to put on a dress, in Fact Ash had never told asked him get in a dress. "Ummm, we should go back to camp."

"I agree." Butch breathed against his lips as he placed a gentle kiss against James's own. James let out a small surprised whimper, but nothing more. Butch let up and smiled at James as he pointed to the fire wood. James groaned in dismay but did so.

Butch was a good fighter, who could take James down quickly. Which meant that James was going to have to buy his time and wait till he could escape or something. Hopefully he could survive that long, maybe even return to Ash. Beg for forgiveness. James's thoughts ran rampant with thoughts of Ash as he picked up the firewood.

He planned on escaping as soon as possible before Butch tried to do something more than kiss and cop a feel. James raced back towards camp, intent on taking off in the Balloon and finding Ash. Except Butch kept up with the smaller man easily. James needed a plan, and one fast.

Too soon they reached the clearing with the small pond in which they had landed. James put the fire wood down near the pond, and watched the other from the corner of his eyes. Butch just watched his every move as close as a hunter preparing to attack it's prey. James swallowed nervously, he would have to stay busy in order to keep Butch away from him.

"I think I'll get started on that soup I planned on making earlier." James said, his voice shaking. Butch didn't say a word but watched as James grabbed a pan and ran over to the pond to get some water. This gave James a moment to think, He could wait till Butch fell asleep, or when the man had his back turned. He wanted to hold Ash again, Hug him close, and pretend this wasn't happening.

James stood up and Turned around, Only to come face to face with his newest concern. Butch took the pot of water from him, then handed him a white outfit. James looked at the familiar costume he had often put on to fool the twerps. It was a nurses Uniform. "Put it on, I'll get the water to boiling."

James gulped as Butch walked over to the pile of wood he had arranged and was starting a small fire. James looked at the outfit in his hands. He really didn't want to do it for, of all people, Butch. He really wished it was Ash, who turned out to be the more manly in their relationship. James sighed in defeat, he didn't know how violent Butch would become if he didn't obey the man. With Slumped shoulders he went to put the out fit on.

James hid behind some bushes and glanced around. He could hear Butch moving about and wondered if he could run for it. Maybe Butch wouldn't hear him leaving. He would check soon if he didn't hear any noise, but maybe that would be enough time to put some distance between himself and the deranged green haired young man.

Butch smiled as he saw the figure disappear behind the bushes. He listened carefully just to make sure the other man didn't make a break for it. It was quite for a few moments so Butch decided to speak, grinning as he heard a startled sound. "Don't even think of running from me, I will hunt you down."

After a few moments, and lots of curses and muttering, James finally emerged in the nurses out fit. Butch was grinning at the site of James, who was scantily dressed and causing a heat to rise between Butch's thighs. James even had the glasses on, his large luminous eyes trapped in dark frames. His lavender hair was in a bun atop his head, with the cute little white hat on his head. The stockings on his legs stopped just at the short skirt he was wearing, with white heels on his dainty little feet. And the blush on his cheeks only made him look finer than before.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." Butch whispered as James walked up to him. Butch stood up startling James slightly, but the female dressed man barely got to step back before the darker member Of Team Rocket kissed him. Butch forced his tongue into James's mouth, exploring, while his hands explored a perfect bottom.

James felt the wandering hands, and the tongue, but couldn't make a move. He feared that by doing something he would make the deranged member mad, and that could bode extreme physical harm. James just stood stock still, his heart racing, which he was sure Butch was feeling it, and wondering why no one was ever coming to his rescue.

Butch growled as he broke the kiss, glaring menacingly at the brightly dressed James. James wasn't responding, this wasn't good, he'd have to wait till later. Butch smiled, backing off, he would wait and see what happened during dinner. After all James could cook. "I thought you were going to cook. Get too it."

James frowned, that look he had received from Butch made him quiver with fear. His face was flushed as he made way past the nut case. He should have ran, and he new it. He yelped as Butch slapped his ass and squeezed roughly. He turned around, but by the time he was facing the other man, he was a few feet away grinning. "That wasn't very nice."

"I never claimed to be a nice person now did I?" Butch said as he advanced on the other man, James shrinking Back in fear. Butch sat down, never taking his eyes off James, next to the fire. James approached cautiously as he took a look a the boiling water.

"You could have started the soup you know." James said as he frowned at the clear boiling liquid. Butch just shrugged as James glanced up at him, not saying a thing as he quirked an eyebrow. James blushed as he went about making the soup, which in the cross dressed man's opinion, took way too long.

Butch barely said a word as James babbled during dinner, mostly complaining about the dress. After dinner though, James was silent, poking the fire with a stick. Butch just sat watching him, trying to avoid laughing out loud. It was insane how James made such a good woman, and he's suppose to be a guy.

James poked at the fire, watching the sparks fly up and go out. Butch was making him nervous, and James suddenly had the idea of sleeping in the balloon a couple hundred feet up. James kept his voice even as spoke, another idea in his head. "Hey now would be a good time to look for the twerps. Maybe we can find that Pikachu!"

"Why would I want to go looking for something I don't want? It was you and Jessie that got the Boss all hyped about this Pikachu. In fact I think that kids beaten you an awful lot." Butch taunted with a smirk and James blushed again. Butch let his gaze linger on James, hoping every ounce of lust was seen.

"But he's so good. He has way more Pokemon then we do." James retorted looking up at Butch. Butch just shrugged as he stood up stretching. James averted his eyes to the ground, not wanting Butch to be able to say he was staring. James was startled when the silence was broken by Butch speaking.

"Pokemon don't matter, it's how you train those Pokemon. It's how you train yourselves." Butch said as he walked up to James, pulling the terrified man to his feet. Butch ran his hands over James's shoulders, then down his arms. "Besides, it's not like you much of a man to begin with."

Before James could make a retort, Butch kissed him, slipping his tongue between James' lips. James started to struggle against Butch, who pulled away from James and Slapped him hard across the face, sending the lavender haired man to the ground. James propped himself up, using one hand to hold the side of his face that had been injured.

Butch grabbed a handful James's hair and drug the man to his feet. James stared at him terrified as Butch continued to kiss James, who was struggling again. Butch was anticipating hiking James' skirt up and taking the man. He broke the kiss to start trailing down his neck, biting and causing the other to yelp in pain. Butch want to see James impaled on him ever so badly with each taste.

James was terrified, with Butch biting him and squeezing him half to death, his struggling wasn't doing much good. In fact he could feel himself harden even as he fought against it. But he had to remain faithful to Ash. Didn't he? Ash and he had been together for awhile, what if he never got to see Ash again because Butch killed him. James pulled himself out of his reverie as Butch started unbuttoning the blouse.

Butch was enjoying the prolonging of James's sufferings, so he was very surprised with his own suddenly. He grabbed his man hood as James stumbled away, attempting to make a run for it. Butch growled and tackled James fighting the frenzied man to the ground. Butch had to pin James' hand ubove his head with one hand and smack the weaker man a few times.

James quieted breathing hard and trying to hold back his sobs. He really was the damsel in distress. Butch continued to open up the nurses shirt nibbling at the skin he exposed. James struggled some, earning him a slap across the face. Well James was definitely not the dominate one in relationships. "Get off me, please!"

"What the hell for? Don't lie to me, I can feel your hard on through your clothes." Butch growled right in the others' face. James blushed and stuttered trying to explain that he wasn't the cause of it. Butch felt his eyes go wide as he thought he heard what he didn't think he heard. "What did you say?"

"I said, `your not him.'" James whispered staring at Butch with wide eyes, tears spilling on the pale cheeks that were flushed crimson. The look of shock on his face astounded James, but the scary part was that shock could rapidly deteriorate into anger. Anger that if nothing worse than dead, could have James in the hospital.

"I'm not who?" Butch asked, not really knowing what to expect. He was expecting Giovanni's name or even Jessie's. He growled right in James face. "Who do you want it to be?"

"The man I love and obviously you're not him! Now get the Heck off me!!" James yelled in frustration as he squirmed to get free. Suddenly he felt his clothes being ripped of, and the sounds accompanying it to confirm the suspicion, as he felt the cloth tear away from his waist. James yelp as the cool night air hit his exposed skin.

Butch roughly grabbed James, groping hard along the mans' leg. James tried to shrink away, but was suddenly forced to the ground, Butch's lips bruising their way across his collarbone, making him wince in pain. Butch bit hard enough to make James whimper aloud, enjoying the tension of the other man. Butch reared a hand back and knocked James out beside the head.

James laid there dazed as Butch released himself from the confines of his pants. Butch moaned as his erection was freed, James attempting to come around and put a stop to him. Butch raised James up just enough to get the tip of his arsenal at the opening of James's Sheath. Butch grinned sadistically as he slammed into James, who screamed in pain, as he sheathed himself completely.

James was breathing hard as Butch started a slow rhythm in his violation of the man. James was sobbing in pain, even as he felt numb all over. James whimpered as pain shot through him, and then suddenly a wave pleasure overthrew him as Butch slammed into him again. Soon James Found himself wrapping his legs around Butch's waist as he forced his attacker in deeper.

James was moaning and screaming his pleasures, while Butch was barely making a noise. Butch started to pound into the form beneath his as he took James's shaft in his hand and began to pump it in rhythm to his trusts. James yelled aloud and pulled Butch to him with his legs. Clawing at the ground as he thrust his hip up into Butch's hand. Butch was sweating and moaning louder with each thrust, about to hold back no more.

James screamed out, squeezing his tight entrance around Butch's member as he made a mess on his own stomach and the green haired man's hand. Suddenly it was Butch's turn to get loud, as he slammed a final time into James, spilling his seed deep within the other man. Butch stayed like that for a moment till James's sobs pulled him off his high. James was sobbing hysterically beneath him, his arms over his eyes hiding himself, his legs sliding down Butch's sides.

"Awww, didn't you like that? Being fucked by a real man like the whore you are?" Butch taunted as he grabbed James' arms and pulled them away from his face to expose the reddened eyes of his captive. His cheeks were wet with his tears as James stared back At him, Arousing Butch again quickly. It was amazing how maidenly James could look. "You know you liked it. You want again I bet."

"You bet wrong. You've had your fun, now let me go. Please." James whispered in a voice raw from crying and screaming. Butch merely smirked at him, running his warm and soft hands over James' torso, pausing long enough to torture a peck. James winced in pain, feeling himself become hysterical again as he tried to get away. Hoping that Butch would be spent after the first round, James was planning on making an escape. He guessed not.

"Stop fighting me you bitch." Butch reared his hand back, and slapped James, causing blood to trickle out of his mouth. Butch grinned as James just stared in fear, then leaning forward he began to lick and kiss the blood away. He kissed James tenderly, a parody of a lovers touch, as he started to trail kiss to James' ear. "You shouldn't anger me. I might have to hurt you if you do."

James closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears and blot out the site of green hair. But nothing was blotting out his voice, or his roaming hands that treated him roughly. James began to sob, the tears too much to hold back. "Please let me go. Just leave me alone. Go away!"

James began struggling again, and Butch pounded him hard in the stomach, then grabbed James' balls'. Butch looked James straight in his wide eyes, squeezing meanly on James's Jewels. "Don't you dare defy me. You're mine now, and you will do as I say! Now Don't Move!"

James just stared at Butch in fear, as he wasn't able to do much else. Butch removed his hands from James's neither regions, but the hand holding his wrists remained where it was. James glanced down at Butch's Occupied hand, which was removing his belt. James swallowed hard, he didn't want to think what it was going to be used for.

Butch grinned now that he had his belt in hand, James began to sniffle, his large eyes watering in fear. Butch roughly forced James to his stomach, tying his arms behind his back. Butch let out a sigh once that was finished, taking a moment to admire the back side of James that was clothed slightly till he ripped the rest off. The only thing James had left on of the costume was the shoes, torn stockings, that thing that holds up the stockings, and the white little hat.

Butch crawled off James, running his hands along James' back. Butch smiled at the site, then as an idea occurred to him, he picked James up in the oddest manner. James was facing the opposite direction Butch was, but James's little bottom was perfect for the spanking. Butch kissed his hand, then smacked James hard on the rump, a resounding smack.

James hollered at the stinging feel, then whimpered as Butch caressed the abused skin with his lips. Soon those lips were gone to be replaced by another hard slap, and James yelped, starting to squirm to get away. Butch only squeezed him tighter, slapping his posterior profusely and hard. James started sobbing again, his bottom starting to burn with pain and numbness.

Butch grinned as James' wiggling bottom started to turn bright red. Butch smile and paused when James went into full scale sobbing. Butch bent his head down, lifting James part of the way to kiss and lick his bottom better. James whimpered a few times till those whimpers turned to moans of pleasure. Butch blew lightly on to the wet skin, causing James to Shudder. "If you don't want this, why are you enjoying it so much?"

"I can't help it if my body doesn't listen to me!" James exclaimed sobbing. He wanted to be let go of so he could run and hide. Maybe he could hide till Ash finds him. James was roughly handled, as Butch stood up, carrying James with him deeper into the woods, obviously looking for something.

Butch Found a stick about the size he needed and he snatched it up. He deposited James on the ground, then sat down, using his legs to hold James's own legs in place. Butch whipped James on the bottom a few times with the stick, enjoying the yelps of pain. Butch grinned as he positioned the tip of the stick at James's entrance, then forced it in.

"No! No! Please Stop! That hurts! Please Stop, Please!" James began screaming as the branch penetrated him, the bark scratching painfully at his sensitive insides. Butch merely chuckled at James's frantic screaming, forcing the stick in deeper. Suddenly there was a stinging slap and James hollered aloud.

Butch smirked as he began pumping the stick in and out of James, slapping his ass one in awhile. James screamed and struggled in vane, only arousing Butch more. James strained against the belt that held him fast as pleaded with his assailant. Butch threw the stick aside and positioned James to ride him, James whimpered and squirmed all the way down His length.

James struggled against Butch as much as his depleted energy would let him. Mostly he just sobbed wishing himself to be hanging on to one last limb. Butch slammed rapidly into James's lithe form, slamming the derange cross dresser. Butch came with a growl in the limp form of James.

James continued to sob hysterically as Butch picked up the limp man's body and carried him Back to the camp. James must've fainted after his orgasm, Butch realized. He laid James out in the sleeping bag, Leaving him dressed in nothing in particular. Butch laid out next to him, holding the blue haired man close. Soon they both were fast asleep, James Whimpering as Butch made sure he could go no where.

The End. For now