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By : Vegetaswriter
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male
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My Dealer

            I keep finding myself creeping down the alleys, searching; bypassing the whores searching for a quick buck, and the homeless making abode in the cold unforgiving concrete; this is not what I am seeking.

            Who am I, and what am I doing here?

            I am born privileged, the whole lot just at the tips of my fingers, respect and loyalty handed to me without question. I could have whatever my little heart desires; this isn’t truly as such, because of this, I find myself here, he gutters filled of weakness, depravity, deviated men, and sickness. Yet they know nothing of my presence, and if they had, it would cause a roaring cry of salvation and I would deny them; effortlessly.

            It is not because I am made of stone, I see my people wither and die, the old teachings of my father whispers to me; the weak die, the strong prevails. A sense of unfulfilment ceases me, they are still people govern under our house, subjects that deserves a chance, even just a simple military squadron; meat shields, at lease they would have a purpose. Maybe these thoughts are just my hormonal makeup, as my father would say.

            But this is not the reason why I am here.

            Within these gutters lays a door, a door that holds my deepest fantasies and desires. Hidden in this hovel, a place I just merrily stumbled upon, a place that continues to draw me in, holding me captive, shaking my very core with unjustifiable need. I find myself in my overstuffed bed, tossing and turning, my body fevering with past happenings.

            The red door before me, it haunts me in my dreams and waking, calling to me, come, and like a hopeless slave under a powerful spell I do.

            It’s always the same greeting; I am privileged, I do not wait and scamper among the grunts, I am lead immediately to the main rooms. The moment the door shuts, I unfold the hood, tucking it away, and slide away the cloak from my shoulders. It is necessary I keep my identity concealed, could you imagine the possibility of being discovered here, the repercussions of such foolhardiness would have me dead in the eyes of my father. The Prince spotted in the slums, partaking in strong chemicals, giving his body to the drug bosses of their day; how would I be perceived? Not very well, that, I grantee you.

            My worry’s leave me the moment I hear them walking in, instead I am instantly filled with reckless joy, my heart accelerated. They call to me, greeting me with their immoral voices, offering the drugs I came for; oxideen and their flesh.

            Every moment I stand here, I could feel their leering eyes raped my form, feel their heated breaths in my very core, shaking me, causing me to surrender to the deviated low ranked men. They are handsome, each one of them, they share the same face, the same build, like twins; which caused my twisted fantasy to bloom. Their dark similar eyes entrap me, the perfectly shape chests expand for my delight, lips that can leave me rendered speechless part for me, oh I wanted them, and my wayward tail made it far more evident whoosh low in a slow rhythm, spreading the scent of my want.

            The drug, it would be simpler if it was the only reason why I came, but it was they whom made my trips much more; it was effortless enough for them to convert me, their Prince, into a more adult situation. I could only stand submissive to these men, allow their hands to digest me of my clothing, the feel of heated needy skin against my own thrilled me.

            A mass of limbs, lips, and tongues writhing together to touch, taste, and feel. My head became fuzzy, no doubt the pill kicking in, which made each diligent digit come to life against my chest, and abdomen. Looking down I see the contrast of skins, mine being a darker tanned shade, the others, well, that made me chuckle. It reminded me so much of day and night, one pale, a light peachy colour, standing out brilliantly against my own; his touch more matured, slower.

The other, his skin was of the night sky, dark, a greyish tint; his touch was rough, impatient, greedy. I didn’t prefer one over the other, no I wanted them both equally as much. Giving them both the same amount of attention with my lips and hands; but one thing was certain, I had a thing for facial scars, I find myself kissing the scar under his cheek time and time again, and whisper his name breathlessly each time I had. “Bardock.” He would answer with a deep growl under my ear, nipping my skin, making my body more alert.

The dark skinned male would always grab my attention once again with his lewd comments, this day being no different. “Look above you Princey.” He left a stinging nip on my lip and I done what I was told. Above us was something delicious, something I hadn’t thought of. I couldn’t help but to suck in my bottom lip and squirm at the image we created in our reflections, beautiful and sinfully sexy. My dark skinned lover grinned evilly at me through the mirror above, looking like the devil he was, his hand taking a strong firm hold on my dripping cock; Turles was a beast, and true to his bestial nature, he never took his time.

Climbing to his knees, he bumped his over excited cock upon my lips, slicking them; acting like a tasty gloss sliding across my lips. I would never dare disappoint, opening my lips I welcomed it into a heated warm cavern; welcomed it home. I can hear Bardock wrestle with the sheets, moving down closer my body, his fingers leaving electric trails coursing though my body with reach sliding touch, making his way down to my groin. I dare not stop this, this is what I crave. Showing off my bountiful enthusiasm, I purred around the thick cock, making the man above moan like a woman, and spread my thighs, giving full access to Bardock’s gluttonous appetite.

He didn’t disappoint, his sizzling tongue laving my entrance wickedly, I couldn’t quell my moan even if I bothered to try. Turles hands took perch on my nipples, tweaking them, only to lightly pinch making my body shudder, my eyes trailed above me; I couldn’t help but to watch. Our bodies mingled together in a mosaic of eroticism, making me yearn and arch for more.

My legs are parted, Bardock settling between them, snuggling his cock between my cheeks, which caused me to take Turles thick girth deeper in my constricting throat. Both men moved in sync, Bardock slamming his cock forward, and Turles chocking me with his engorged cock, tears sprung in the corner of my eyes, I writhed and groaned deeply.

Turles moved quicker, filling my throat with his precum, slicking it all the more for his easy movements, while Bardock growled viciously slamming his hips to smack harshly against my ass. I was in bliss, these men knew I couldn’t last long under this type of angry sex, the harsh treatment of my person, the bodies fucking my mouth and ass into oblivion, punishing me for being high class, and I loved every bruising second of it. I can smell my blood in the air of the darken room, and I know Bardock had torn the flesh, could feel the stinging, it only added to my heighten pleasure. More fuck me more, punish me…

The drug in my system made them hazy, a beautiful glow inside my body; it left me floating, both men stuffing me full with their cocks made it even more wonderful. Bardock’s balls hitting the crack of my ass, more erotic… more enticing, Turles above me, holding my chin up, his thumb hook in my teeth, pushed harder, making me choke more… fuck, I was in paradise, and I never wanted to leave.

Turles was the first to go, pushing everything in, the hair surrounding his cock pushed to my nose, making my head swoon from the overpowering scent of sex, his cock throbbed and jerked in the recess of my throat spilling himself. I could feel the hot cum slid down the walls of my throat, burning a path downward. With a satisfied grunt he pulled quickly away making me urge from the sudden movement.

Bardock took the reins of my attention, slamming in more quicker, more force, making my hips creak under the power he used to sent us into oblivion, his soul desire is to shatter my very core, and each time I challenged him; he was good but not that damn good. His cock plundered my prostate with each quick precise thrust, my sac pulsed under my tighten cock, begging for its load to be freed, Turles answered the call. His hand cupped my balls, squeezing them in a authoritative hold, squeezed enough to cause a light discomfort but never pain, and by the gods it was wonderful, I was withering and whining against the mass of distorted sheets and pillows, my eyes glazed over, and the reflective glass projecting the image we created became blurry, unable to make out the lines of our bodies, who was who, what was what was unreadable. All I could see was Turles eyes, glaring at me with uncontained devilishness, a tongue licked over his sharp teeth, and I was undone. My cock exploded, cum streaming in torrents, covering my abs and chest with its joyous release. Bardock smashing through my constricting tightness to meet his end, filling me with his blistering cum.

We all laid there, the high of sex and drugs easing, Turles chuckling in my right ear, Bardock whispering in my left; I ignored them both, just laid there soaking up the pleasuring buzz of my body. Only one question loomed over me, a lewd question leaving Bardock’s lips. “Were you shattered Prince?”

I couldn’t help but to grunt humorously. “You’re good, but not that good.” Turles chuckled deeper, while Bardock licked my ear.

“I’m going to have to try harder next time.” Bardock replied.

Turles moaned. “His ass is mine next time Bardock.”

I stretched my body against the loose limbs surrounding me. “Who say’s there’s a next time?”

Bardock chuckled, sliding a hand over my cock, giving it a light squeeze. “Because I am your dealer.”

Turles moved closer, his hand trailing up my nipple. “And I am your naughty fuck.”

I smiled. “Indeed.”
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Daily prizes	By : Vegetaswriter Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3553 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i do not own dbz or make any money from this.

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