Pleasure Slave

Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ chara’s, the Renkyans are a creation of littlesaru, Rayku, Jainu and some alien populations are mine.
Warnings: NC 17 – hard yaoi, hard lemon and abuse, slavery
My special thanks to Aelfwenna for betaing this fic.


Pleasure Slave

Part 2

Vegeta turned around, and felt something hot. Kakarott. He was with his mate, everything was all right. But that bloody nightmare haunted him.

“Vegeta, what is the matter?” Goku mumbled half asleep. “You had a dream?”

“Yes, Kakarott, a nightmare.”

“You want to tell me?”

“Yes.”

“So, go ahead.”

Vegeta described what happened in the nightmare to his mate. He knew Goku would not laugh at him. They had been together for ages now, and shared everything. After he told Goku the dream, Vegeta felt relieved. Goku nuzzled his neck, and hugged him possessively.

“Everything is all right, Vegeta. Let’s go back to sleep. I am holding you, nothing can happen to you.”

And both drifted back to the realm of dreams....

The next morning Vegeta woke up late. He had some weird, but peaceful dreams. He blinked and looked up. His new room. Frieza. The harem. He was a pleasure slave, and he hadn’t died of his shame yet.

Somebody had knocked at the open doorway. Doors were never closed in the harem, and there was no privacy. The pale blue humanoid he saw yesterday was waiting for him.

“Come on Vegeta, let’s have breakfast. And afterwards, we can spar if you like. By the way, my name is Rayku.”

Vegeta mumbled something unintelligible, and looked for clothing. But there was nothing, just the golden belt with the loincloth. He sighed, tugging the belt around his waist carefully wanting to hide his shame.

“You don’t have to feel ashamed Vegeta. Just feel free, we are all the same here. We have all been ‘prepared’.”

Vegeta blushed a dark crimson. They knew; they all knew that he was no longer male. O God, how will he ever be able to live on with this shame!

“You’ll get used to it, Vegeta. Believe me. After some time you even don’t think of it. You are just the same as you were before. Your personality doesn’t have to change, if you don’t want. All the guys you see here had the same feelings as you do have now and would have preferred to die after the preparation. But now, you can see, they live; they laugh, eat, dance and spar. Life goes on. Come on, Vegeta. Breakfast is waiting and I want to introduce you to the others.”

Vegeta didn’t want to see anybody. However, his stomach was quite empty and he needed food to fuel his saiyan body. So he followed the pale blue Renkyan to the dining room. There were huge amounts of delicate food. At least Frieza didn’t let them starve. Vegeta inhaled the food voraciously. He hadn’t been able to eat enough at dinner due to the anaesthesia, so he was feeling even more hungry than usual.

Rayku introduced him to the other companions. There were fifteen males living in the harem. They all looked handsome and strong. They smiled at Vegeta knowingly. And he knew they all were like him, pleasure slaves for Frieza. Vegeta never was a very sociable being. And now he really felt grumpy, and didn’t want to remember all the names thrown into his face right away. After he finished eating he looked at Rayku.

“You said we could spar? Where is the sparring room?”

“Follow me, Vegeta, I’ll show you.”

Vegeta padded behind the Renkyan until they came to another part of the harem area. He opened a door to a huge sparring room.

“I can’t spar like this,” Vegeta said, showing to his nudity.

“We have bodysuits here, boots and even gloves. But we are not allowed to wear them outside the sparring room.” Rayku handed him the clothes, and Vegeta dressed, after taking off the loincloth disdainfully. And both started sparring. Though ki-restrained, Vegeta was still an excellent fighter, as his strength wasn’t only based on ki, but also on fighting skills. Rayku also wasn’t a bad fighter, and both enjoyed their sparring session.

“Frieza wants us to stay well muscled and toned, so we are allowed this little pleasure. I am glad you are sparring with me, Vegeta.”

“Well you aren’t bad as well, Rayku. You were a warrior before you came here?”

“Yes, I was in Frieza’s armed forces, like most of us. But our master noticed me, and wanted me to join the harem. So I had to stay here.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Three years.”

“How did you manage to survive this shame?”

“I have hope to get out one day. Maybe one day things will turn differently. As long as I live, I have hope. And as long as there is hope, I’ll live.”

“You didn’t surrender into your fate? You didn’t give up? And the shame?”

“I never surrendered, I only adapted to the environment so I can live as well as possible. I do my workouts, as I still hope to improve my strength. Maybe, one day the ki-restraints will be removed, and then I can fight at my full power. And for the shame, well, it was awful in the beginning. But with time you get used to it. There are warriors injured in battle who lose them, and they go on living. You actually don’t need your balls for survival.”

Vegeta flushed dark purple again and mumbled.

“I don’t know if I can survive this shame. I am the prince of all Saiyajins, and now I am neutered. How can my people still respect me, even if I would get out of this?”

“When the time will come, you will see. But now, let’s have a shower and go back for other training.”

“What kind of training?”

“Well, Frieza wants me to train you for other skills. I’ll show you later, we will train together with the others.”

Vegeta and Rayku stripped the bodysuits, and showered together. Rayku smiled seductively at Vegeta, and touched his cock. Vegeta felt his cheeks getting hot, and flushed. Then he looked shyly at the Renkyan’s body. He saw that the cock was adorned with the same golden bands as his own, and that the balls were also missing.

“You need not be shy, Vegeta. You are beautiful. No wonder Frieza wanted to have you.”

Rayku’s hands were roaming down Vegeta’s body, but then he turned back to showering, leaving Vegeta to his thoughts. After they finished showering they dressed in their loincloths, and returned to the harem’s main room.

As soon as they arrived the others, who had been waiting for them stood, and they put on some music. Then they began dancing seductively and sensually. Their lithe bodies moved to the sound of the music.

“Come, Vegeta, dance with me. Let go, move to the sound of the music. Feel, relax, and let your body take control.”

Rayku showed him the meaning of his words.

But Vegeta didn’t want to dance.

And not in front of all the others watching him. He was no dancer, and he didn’t like this kind of music. So he just stood grumpily watching the others.

“I don’t like dancing,” he just stated.

“But our master wants you to learn.” Rayku countered.

“Hmm,” Vegeta snorted.

After two hours of Vegeta sitting on a couch watching his companions dance, they finished, going to the dining-room to have some more food. A huge buffet had been built up and Vegeta indulged in his usual amount of food. Afterwards, they all retired to their rooms to prepare for the arrival of the master, and the oncoming night. They never knew who would be selected to do service for Frieza, and what kind of service would be wanted.

Rayku showed up in Vegeta’s room with a bottle of body oil.

“Did you prepare yourself, Vegeta?”

“Prepare myself? What do you mean?”

“Well, let me show you. If you prepare yourself, you won’t get hurt so much, and you won’t feel sore tomorrow. I couldn’t prepare you yesterday as you were a virgin, but now I can.”

Rayku smiled kindly, took some oil on his hand and rubbed the numb cock. Then he entered the tight heat with two oil-coated fingers spreading some oil inside, stretching the opening and rubbing some oil on the outside to relax the tight ring muscle. Vegeta’s cheeks were shades of dark pink. After finishing his administrations, Rayku looked at him:

“You will see that it helps a lot.”

They then heard a light ringing sound.

“The master is coming. Be prepared, Vegeta. Come along with me now.”

They joined the others sprawled on the cushions and couches, waiting for their master. The hidden entry door to the harem slid open, and Frieza entered the harem with a guest. Vegeta had never seen him before. He looked humanoid, but his skin and hair was of a brilliant white, and there was a small horn on his forehead. Frieza introduced the alien to the members of the harem.

“This is King Altea from planet Altair. I want you to take good care of my guest, boys.”

Frieza then turned to the king, telling him the names of the boys, about their home worlds, and asked him to pick out whomever he wanted to play with. Only Vegeta was excepted. Frieza pointed to the saiyan and explained why to his guest.

“This one is still new, he needs further initiation. He will stay with me.”

He took the leash, attaching it to Vegeta’s collar, holding out another leash to the alien king who had chosen a red skinned and orange haired member of the harem. They then lead their chosen pleasure slaves to a large bedroom, with a huge plush bed. Frieza was talking to the king once there, but then he unsheathed his hardened purplish length, waving to Vegeta to kneel down and suck him while he kept on his conversation. The king did the same with his own boy.

Vegeta felt completely sick, and even more humiliated than the day before. Frieza didn’t even pay any attention to him, treating him like a pet to lick and suck his cock. After Vegeta finished the administrations to his master, swallowing the acrid cum, Frieza turned to the king and clapped in his hands and waved to the boy.

“Now let’s have a nice show. Vegeta is really good, you will see,” Frieza laughed and reached for the electronic device, pushing a few buttons. And Vegeta felt again the sparkling electric jolts running through his cock, making him feel extremely aroused. This time the other boy was also aroused.

“Vegeta take him and pump him,” Frieza ordered.

Vegeta’s mind was hazed by his lust, so he complied without question. He entered his red-skinned companion, named Jainu, and kept on thrusting into the tight heat while pumping the aroused cock. But neither of the two could attain completion, having been induced by the electronic device. So they went on thrusting, moaning, grunting for a sheer endless time until Frieza told them to change places. Then it was Vegeta who was getting the same treatment by his companion.

While they were performing, Frieza and King Altea discussed planet purging, and the security systems of their alliance. However, Frieza soon became bored of the show, and hailed the two slaves to his side. He pushed the buttons of the device and both became flaccid, their cocks returned back to a resting position.

“You performed a nice show, and now you deserve some favours, boys.”

He hailed again to the slaves, and they lay down on the huge bed, straddling their legs and going on their knees, giving better access to their masters. Vegeta felt himself being filled again by his master. Rayku was right, after he had been fucked by Jainu he didn’t feel sore, and also Frieza’s entering wasn’t so painful. O God, the level to which he had degraded himself! Feeling gratitude for not being so sore after being taken for hours, just to give a show to Frieza! Everything was so degrading, so humiliating, and he had no strength to fight it. If he would oppose Frieza, Frieza would break his neck with just one move. He was chanceless.

But now Frieza was thrusting inside him, and touched that hidden spot which made him loose any control over his body. Vegeta moaned and screamed matching Frieza’s movements to get him deeper and harder on his pleasure spot until he climaxed in relief. Some more thrusts and Frieza was also done.

They rested for a few minutes, Frieza and his guest had some wine and fruits while the slaves were leashed to the bed, sitting in the floor. Suddenly Frieza had an idea.

“O, it’s getting boring now. Let’s have some more fun, guys.” He reached out, taking a small bottle, and poured some viscous liquid, like honey, on his hand and covered Vegeta’s limp cock with the sticky fluid.

“Don’t sit on the bed, now, Vegeta, you know how I hate a sticky mess,” Frieza told him, passing the bottle to the alien king, who prepared his boy in the same manner. Frieza then walked to the nearby wall, where there were some shackles. Taking the shackles, he fastened these around the wrists and ankles of his slaves, who couldn’t move by now. Frieza then pushed a little button on his nightstand, and also reactivated the limp cocks of his slaves who were erect at once. A door opened, and two tiny furry animals, looking like a mixture of a dog and a squirrel, entered the room. They smelled the fluid on the erect cocks, and headed straight forward to their victims. Climbing up on the legs of their prey with their claws, licking and gnawing on the hot hard flesh, producing some weird screams and moans from their shackled victims.

Vegeta thought he would die right away as the little beast licked and bit his ultra sensitive activated cock. It was torture of the worst kind as he was completely helpless at the mercy of the wild tiny animal. The beast could possibly bite off the tip of his hardened length, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He felt ashamed, pleading the little animal to leave him uninjured, but he felt some small pieces of flesh torn out by tiny teeth, which made him scream for mercy.

Frieza and the alien king were laughing to tears observing the pitching screams of their prey, and the behavior of the small furry pets which couldn’t understand why these beings were making such odd noises. After what seemed to Vegeta like an eternity the small furry balls lost interest in their sweet toys and ran off again.

Frieza hailed two other slaves to unfasten the shackles, and bring the two injured men to the medic’s bay, while he still was laughing heartily with the king over this fun show.

Rayku brought Vegeta to the medic’s, and had a look at the injured limb. Fortunately Frieza had turned off the activation, so it was limp and num now now, but it looked quite bloody.

“It’s bad, really bad, when he wants his fun this way. It hurts like hell, but it isn’t so dangerous, their teeth are small and they can’t bite off larger pieces. It will heal in a few days.”

After slathering some ointment on the wounds Rayku bandaged the offended appendage. Every time Vegeta thought that things couldn’t be worse, he was corrected as things became worse. O God, now he had to run naked with a bandaged cock in front of the others. They would all surely be laughing at him. The shame of it! Not only didn’t he have balls anymore, now he had a limp, numb and gnawed upon cock.

Rayku brought him back to his room, and sat at his bedside trying to soothe the shivering prince. The shock of the animal attack had just struck him now, leaving him shivering and panting.

“It’s all right, Vegeta. Nothing has happened; tomorrow you will feel better. Just calm down and have some sleep.”

Gently Rayku’s hands were stroking over Vegeta’s pale and sweating face, and his sweating torso. Rayku smiled comfortingly and kissed him chastely on the cheek.

“Sleep Vegeta, sleep.”

Then he left the room, and Vegeta drifted to the realm of dreams.....

In the late morning Vegeta woke up, still cuddled into the warm body of his mate. This Kami-damned nightmare! It was so realistic; he could have sworn it was real! He sighed. Kakarott was there and his body, though glistening with damp moisture, was complete. But these dreams were upsetting him and he wanted to know, why he was having them, and why now!