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Mind Rape	By : MutantPoptart Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 18434 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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So, a couple days later than planned but here it is. Another brutal chapter for Vegeta but hang in there, things get better.
Thank you for the encouraging comments, they really keep me writing. And a special thanks to Rush for her lovely betaing.
Enjoy!

The Games

Vegeta didn't know for how long Bow had fucked him nor how many times. He’d drifted in and out of consciousness periodically, never passed out for longer than a few seconds at a time. Bow made sure of that with every abrupt intrusion and jerking exit.
Now bound in a kneeling position on the bed with his head and shoulders laying on the mattress, Vegeta was too tired to fight against the band of Bow's elastic flesh that secured his wrists between his knees. His back was exhausted into a pronounced dip and his ass was spread and exposed to the tepid mountain air and every form of torment Bow could think up.
He was so exhausted but after the horrors he’d suffered in the last day, he couldn't fathom ever sleeping soundly again. Instead, his half-lidded eyes blinked dully and stared fixedly into the cave wall.
How long had he been there like that? For all he knew, another day had come and gone.
The rolls of thick, milky ooze that had been spouting from his tender orifice in messy, involuntary spurts had slowed to a steady trickle that now only dribbled down his soft shaft to pool on the mangled sheets. The filmy fluid had the look and consistency of sperm, but wasn’t. Bow had begun producing it explicitly to imitate Saiyan ejaculate. He’d said it was to make the experience more “real" for Vegeta.
When Vegeta had voiced just how much he appreciated it, the young mutant gave a low amused rumble before swelling up inside him again and spilling another hot load deep in his channel. His bowels had become heavy with the alien fluid and he felt sick thinking about it coating him so deeply, lubricating the way for more of Bow’s ministrations.
Unlike the first time, The Grove, Vegeta was fairly lucid considering all he’d endured. It was surprising the level of command he still held over his mind. While his body was breeched and plied and pillaged, he maintained a relatively firm handle on the situation, though not for any lack of effort on Bow’s part.
The trick with the Dende double might have been the thing to test Vegeta’s resolve, had it not failed spectacularly.
It also helped that Bow didn’t seem particularly interested in making him get off on any of it. This time around, Vegeta didn’t have the crushing weight of self-revulsion to cope with on top of the heaps of physical punishment. He only needed to grit his teeth through the suffering and wait it out. In short, he only needed to be himself.
He’d thought he had survived the worst of it, that he might see the end of this nightmarish ordeal with his pride intact, and that’s when Bow had suddenly disappeared. It had been roughly half an hour now that Vegeta had been bound there, ass up, muscles stiff and groaning, mutant jizz crusting down his perineum and thighs, and apparently all alone.
The worst thing was not knowing what the absence meant. As it dragged on, the anticipation of what was to come had him wincing at every tiny echo in the cave. Even the soft whistling of wind through the entryway sent a chill down his spine.
What was Bow doing? Vegeta’s sporadic focus coupled with his perceptively limiting position made it difficult to be sure he’d even left the cave. Bow may have been waiting silently behind him, masking his energy and watching him with those still, dead eyes.
The idea that Bow had gotten bored with him had not dared cross his mind for fear of stirring hope in himself. He’d abandoned that some time in the third or fourth hour of getting penetrated in every way just short of skewering.
No, Bow wasn't bored.
He guessed the fledgling mutant was either staying away deliberately for the purpose of heightening Vegeta’s despair when he returned later, or he’d gone to find something else with which to torture him.
With no other choice, Vegeta waited, staring into the wall, and when the sound of unhurried boot steps approached the bed and he felt the ominous dip in the mattress behind him, he didn’t stiffen or let his breath hitch in in throat.
He caught the unmistakable orange-red glint in the corner of his eye and heard the low clank of marble knocking against marble.
It was his second guess then.
Though the Earth Dragon Balls were considerably smaller than the Namekian ones, Vegeta still felt every cold and unyielding inch as the first one entered his body.
“Guess,” Bow said for the second time, but Vegeta still didn’t understand.
Bow fingered the ball deeper until it sat securely enveloped in Vegeta’s moist, clinging channel.
Vegeta jerked, body heaving in an effort to eject the solid, bulky invasion, before swallowing hard and forcing himself to relax around it. Meanwhile, his mind was struggling to work out what Bow wanted from him.
As the ball settled in him, he finally understood. Everything was a game with Bow. The illusion earlier with Dende had been a game, only Vegeta had won that one. This new game was surely retribution for that.
“If you’re wrong,” Bow allowed a pause, “I put another one of your guardian’s Dragon Balls inside of you.”
Vegeta was exhausted by the hours of torture he’d already endured and the deceptively heavy marble in his gut, while not the least comfortable thing Bow had stuffed inside him, felt more foreign and unnatural than anything yet. It felt wrong there. Such pure and sacred items as the Dragon Balls should never be used for such a base and perverted purpose. It was shameful in a way that made Vegeta lament over the Namekian more than even Bow’s faulty impersonation had earlier.
It was debasement having even one ball used this way. The prospect of having a second shoved in alongside it was dismantling and Vegeta had to focus his breathing to settle the churning in his gut.
“What's your guess, Saiyan? Or…” Bow stroked Vegeta’s tense thigh in a display of tenderness of which they both knew him incapable. “Don't you want to play?”
“And if I guess right?”
The stretched silence that followed the question made him think that Bow hadn’t considered that possibility, which didn’t bode well.
“I go,” Bow answered simply.
Vegeta sighed, wanting to call bullshit. The idea that Bow would just drop everything in the middle of his playtime was doubtful to say the least. It was as likely as the mutant backing off if Vegeta had crumbled in the face of the Dende transformation. No, Bow was not so easily veered from a course of action. The feral mutant had waited too long to have the Saiyan all to himself, and Buu was not there to stand between them. Nothing Vegeta said, even if it was what Bow wanted, could possible stop this now that it had begun.
But then again, up to this point, Vegeta had been steeling himself, showing only as much of his inner anguish as would leak from the cracks of his stony mask. Not once had he considered giving Bow what he wanted, showing Bow just how tired and desperate he really was. It was as outrageous an idea as begging outright. Still, he couldn’t deny that the prospect of putting a stop to all of this with a single word made his chest seize up around his heart. All he had to do was guess.
But if he guessed wrong…
Bow gave a long deep hum behind him signifying the near end to his limited patience.
Vegeta rolled his tongue over dry lips and cleared his throat.
But could he do it? Could he give himself up like that, give Bow what he wanted for the small chance that he might keep his word? Was the cost to his pride worth such a sliver of a possibility? On the other side of the token, if Vegeta refused to participate at all, Bow would not take it well. Was salvaging his pride worth the ominous repercussions of angering Bow again?
As Bow extended his finger inside him to nudge impatiently at the Dragon Ball, Vegeta took a sharp breath, closed his eyes and gritted out his answer.
“Nine.”
During the dense pause that followed, Vegeta would have killed to see the look on the petulant mutant’s face go slowly from smug, to confused, and finally to pissed. Unfortunately, from his position, he could only imagine it.
“Oh, Vegeta,” came Bow’s creeping drawl at last. “Not in the mood to play?”
“Wait, no-- the twelve star? Nineteen? Can I get a re-do?” Vegeta forced out a jagged laugh that was worth the scraping pain it caused his tender throat.
Bow said nothing but shifted around behind him.
Vegeta tried to keep laughing even as he felt the smooth surface of another Dragon Ball pressed to his raw opening.
Bow didn’t take it slow this time, but popped the ball inside so hard there was an audible glassy “chink!” as it rammed into the first one and drove them both deeper.
Vegeta’s laugh broke into a startled yelp and he shoved his face in the sheets.
The sudden, brute collision of the two balls was jarring and painful, but Vegeta had expected it. What he hadn’t expected was the residual vibration that came after. It was like the gong of a struck bell. The balls continued to hum tantalizingly inside him for about ten seconds before going still.
He swallowed down what he didn’t want to believe was a moan.
The first ball along with everything else Bow had used to break him in had ensured that the muscled ring of his anus would offer little resistance to the second ball’s intrusion, but nothing had prepared him for the odd vibration that followed it. He didn’t think Bow had anticipated that effect either but, considering the way it affected his body, the mutant probably wouldn’t mind it. Vegeta could only pray it wouldn’t happen again, and resolve to work hard to hide his reactions if it did.
The cool surface of another Dragon Ball touched his slack entrance. This time, Bow didn’t force it all in at once. Instead, he pressed it until it sat half-inside, keeping Vegeta’s ring stretched around the widest part of the formidable sphere.
Vegeta held his breath and was completely still.
With a loud Whack! Bow’s open hand came down hard across Vegeta’s prone backside, lobbing the half-seated Dragon Ball all the way in in one unbridled blow.
Vegeta’s whole body went rigid. The Dragon Ball’s lurching intrusion made him feel like he’d been torn open.
The third ball hit the second with an electric jolt and wedged all three deeper. He hid his head in the blankets again as his shocked howl turned into an open mouth groan. The residual vibration this time was more resonant than the first. The quaking chime felt like it lasted thirty seconds before finally, mercifully dying out.
Vegeta panted as his ass throbbed from the powerful slap, but not from pain like it should have. The vibrations were warping his nerves. His hole tried to close but only trembled and winked. The three balls left behind them a gaping trench to the outside allowing cool air to circulate inward, brushing lightly against his tender inner walls in a way that was almost comforting before the breeze turned ominously hot.
Bow was leaning over him, inspecting him closely, blowing his hot, ashy breath into him.
Vegeta couldn’t close himself up to block it-- the balls were such prominent entities inside him, the effort of clenching around them was more than he could muster. Besides, when he clamped down on the balls, his inner tract went taut around them in a fuzzying way that posed its own challenge to Vegeta. If he just relaxed himself, he wouldn’t have to deal with how soothing the intruders’ cool surfaces felt against his ravaged walls, or the way the balls would press against a certain spot behind his bladder and make his cock twitch. No, better to feel the pain and shame, better he leave his hole splayed open for Bow’s prodding eyes and fingers, than the horror of taking secret pleasure from it.
“We’ll need to make some more room for the fourth one,” Bow was saying as he prodded Vegeta’s fully occupied rectum with three clawed fingers.
He jabbed the balls with the pointed tips of his obsidian nails, sending terrible little tremors down the line of glassy spheres with every tiny clank. It was a disgusting blessing that his insides were so heavily coated with Bow’s foul fluids that the balls didn’t tear him as they tugged abruptly deeper.
Vegeta bit his lip and tried not to clench around the vibrations so as not to concentrate the effect. Every muscle went so limp, his eyes even rolled to the back of his head.
When Bow was satisfied that he’d jammed the balls back enough to make sufficient room for the fourth and final one, he withdrew his fingers with a slick and messy sound that made Vegeta grimace.
With nothing else to do, he braced himself for the next brutal intrusion, but although Bow may have tried to make this one as unpleasant as possible for his captive, Vegeta’s hole had been well broken-in and the previous three balls had left the channel open for the fourth to slide in with little resistance.
He was even able to smother his moans when it connected with the third ball and sent a vengeful shock up the line, wreaking havoc in tremulous little bursts all over his body.
As the quaking in his gut finally subsided, leaving only his thighs trembling slightly, Vegeta felt Bow shifting behind him again.
Finally it would be over. Though the fourth one wasn’t so bad going in, he felt uncomfortably full now, unnaturally heavy. He felt an odd gratitude to his pride that had kept him from seeking out the full set of Dragon Balls, and even a little remiss that he hadn’t abandoned the search sooner. There was no way he’d have been able to take another Dragon Ball inside him, let alone seven—and certainly not any more of those unbearable vibrations.
He was still coming down from the last wave of tremors when he felt Bow’s fingers enter him again. They weren’t so rough on their own--Vegeta was so loosened up now-- but when they found the Dragon Balls and jostled them, every sensation was amplified.
“Do you think, if I gather the rest of the Dragon Balls inside you and summoned the Dragon, that he would burst from your ass or your throat?” He punctuated the options with a sharp pistoning of his fingers, driving the balls jarringly, invasively deeper, forcing them to curve around the bends of his colon and reach depths only previously explored by Bow’s arm.
The worst thing was the almost numbingly powerful vibrations the balls emitted with each subtle connection, and the work of smothering his own involuntarily whines.
Bow’s voice sounded like it was coming from the end of a long hall amidst the barrage of sensations, and Vegeta didn’t catch the last thing he said.
He felt Bow’s fingers leave him and the shift of the mattress as he left the bed.
When he returned only moments later, Vegeta thought the mutant would fuck him then, with the four Dragon Balls lodged inside him, clanking and rocking like lead bulbs with every bludgeoning thrust. He even thought he was ready for it. Maybe then this could all end.
He barely blinked when something landed on the sheets next to him. With his hazy vision, he focused on the familiar object.
Dimly, Bow’s words caught up to him. “Let’s find out,” he’d said.
Next, Bow reached over and clicked the button on the top of the circular device and the green screen lit up. Immediately, the gadget started beeping.
Vegeta’s heart-beat quickened to match the rapid pace of the radar. It was beeping so fast. That wasn’t strange though. It was only a foot away from the four Dragon Balls so of course it was going nuts.
Bow’s arm returned to his line of sight to tilt the gadget so Vegeta could better see the reading on the screen.
Vegeta blinked repeatedly, trying to clear his dry eyes.
Surely, he couldn’t be seeing this. There were only four. He was sure of it. He’d only collected the four.
Yet, there in the center of the grid, beneath the red locator were seven gold dots.
“You see?” Bow’s deep droning voice cut through the chorus of denial in Vegeta’s head. “The first ball was a new one, one you hadn’t found yet. So you would have guessed wrong even if you played along. Wouldn’t that have been funny?”
Slowly it dawned on Vegeta what Bow had been doing all that time he was away.
“But you wouldn’t play along,” Bow lamented.
Vegeta scrambled for a solution, trying to wrap his mind around what this new information meant.
He didn’t need to wonder long as he felt the fifth Dragon Ball placed against his entrance.
It was moving. Like an overgrown worm, it wriggled and twitched between his thighs. He wanted it off of him, out of him, but every time he moved to grab the rubbery piece of Bow, it shot inward, knocking against the Dragon Balls and sending a shockwave through Vegeta’s entire body.
Bow told him to leave it alone, and as Vegeta rode the jittering waves of the vibrations, he could just barely cling to the words.
Bow set him down somewhere outside. Vegeta wasn’t sure where Bow had flown them but he could make out the dirt and grass through strained slits of eyes. He fell forward bonelessly.
Bow pulled him to his feet, taking little care in handling the exhausted Saiyan. When Vegeta collapsed a second time, Bow jerked him up again.
“Walk,” Bow instructed, and that was all the aid the mutant offered.
With his body’s energy depleted and his motor skills ravaged, he could only do his best to comply. He took an unsteady step forward, then another. He couldn’t focus his vision well but managed to keep his balance.
The balls were so bulky and invasive in his system, they caused noticeable discomfort as he walked. They rocked and knocked inside him with every step. No matter how desperately he wanted to push them out, a vice-like band of Bow’s flesh prevented it, acting as a plug. Were it removed, the balls would surely slide out on their own; He was so slick and stretched out after all that Bow had done to him.
“Get to that tree straight ahead, “Bow’s voice drawled from some ways back.
Why, Vegeta wanted to ask. Would he take the Dragon Balls out then? Would he kill him? He couldn’t ask. Bow wouldn’t answer anyway, not in a way Vegeta would like.
Vegeta directed his wavering focus ahead to a lone-standing tree that looked like it was on the other end of a football field.
“If you stop or slow down…” Vegeta felt the wormy appendage give a hinting lurch, only glancing the last ball but still making his breath catch in his throat. “Well…don’t stop or slow down.” Bow finished.
Vegeta scowled back at the leering mutant. Another game then.
Whatever happened when he got to the tree would be something different from this, and Vegeta thought that was enough. If it turned out to be something worse…Well, then he would deal with that when it came.
The band of Bow’s flesh that was fastened firmly in the crevice of his ass gave a warning wiggle and Vegeta began his steady advance.
Each step made the enchanted balls clank and roll, giving Vegeta the leaping feeling in his loins he used to get from the roller coaster that Trunks would insist they ride together. Although that feeling wasn’t as blindingly stimulating as this one and didn’t leave him gasping for air and clutching at his abdomen.
He’d slowed again to catch his breath and immediately felt the thick piece of Bow breech him like a spear, targeting the balls directly. Vegeta jumped and lost his balance, only catching himself against a nearby tree.
Evidently, like the Dragon Ball game, there would be no first or second strikes here. Bow was going right for the kill.
Stinging sweat dripped into his eyes and he smeared it away with the back of a trembling hand before pushing himself off the tree and trudging onward.
His destination was not so far off. He could get there in a few short minutes if he just didn’t stop. He held his rolling middle. Moving quickly was also dangerous. Even the softest impacts sent tremors up the line of Dragon Balls, whipping his nerves and making him fumble in his footing.
Willing himself to focus, he blinked away the new sweat pooling in his eyes and in doing so missed the large knotted root jutting up out of the ground directly in his path.
His foot caught and he tumbled over.
Immediately he pushed himself back up, shoving away the bursting fireworks in his belly, but he was too slow.
The worm-like strip of flesh, instead of plunging deeper, began vibrating viciously inside him, rattling against the stacked Dragon Balls that couldn’t help but quiver along with it in his colon. Vegeta nearly fell over but caught himself against another tree. His legs began to wobble uncontrollably, knees knocking together.
It was too much. Bow knew what he was doing. Vegeta couldn’t overcome the white hot sensation enveloping him.
After an ambitious step forward, he fell to the ground. Although he was weak, he tried to fight sitting because he knew any direct pressure on his ass would only concentrate the vibrations on the Dragon Balls nestled in his gut.
“Almost there, Saiyan,” he heard Bow call behind him.
He’d almost forgotten what he was doing, lost in the electric ripples. With considerable difficulty, he lifted his head to see how far away the tree was. It wouldn’t be too long now. He could make it.
Because he couldn’t stand on his feet, Vegeta crawled on his hands and knees, pausing only briefly every few seconds when the sensation became too strong to ignore. The balls pummeled his colon, stirring his insides into mush. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, fighting with all of his will to ignore the turbulence in his loins.
Vegeta wanted to scream and thrash. Instead, he grunted and swallowed. Lifting his head, he set to moving forward again. Just as he took another step, the rattling in his gut intensified. Rapid bolts of electricity wracked his body.
Vegeta cried out. He couldn't go any further, he couldn't even take a breath.
The molten sensation that had been building and ebbing in turns inside him was now filling him without rest. Just as he felt he would overflow, it seemed to rush downward and—oh ...
Vegeta curled in on himself, hands diving between his thighs as if to shield himself from some external danger, but the threat was only within him, deep but quickly coming to the surface.
No…he couldn’t let it, he couldn’t…
Vegeta clenched up but was helpless as the heat erupted from him in blinding bursts that swept his body and left him panting and distantly wet.
The quaking inside him didn’t abate after the awful orgasm however, but continued heedlessly thumping against the oversensitive spot behind his bladder until he felt the fire building up all over again.
“Stop!” he managed to choke out. “S-stop this!”
Vegeta howled and collapsed, unable to support his own weight any longer. His bombarded nerves sent his body into heaving convulsions.
Another searing torrent engulfed his whole being before shooting downward and gushing out of him. He was powerless to stop it, nor the next one that crept up and tore out of him shortly after.
Vegeta thought at that moment of calling out for help, but there was no one to call. What a cruel irony that on one of the rarest occasions in his life he was surrendering to his helplessness and begging for mercy, with only the sadistic mutant behind him as witness.
It wasn’t Bow that Vegeta was thinking about now however.
Another face came to his mind’s eye and just when he felt he would die from over stimulus, he cried out.
The second the name left his lips, the violent stirring inside him stopped. Only the residual vibrations of the seven balls hummed on hauntingly for another minute or so afterward, but by then his body was so overwrought from the whipping treatment of before, it only felt like a million tiny pinpricks over his body before slowly dissipating as well. He was left feeling wonderfully numb, floating as if he weren’t even there.
Distantly, he heard a voice. It was calling out. It was calling his name.
“Vegeta...What… What did Bow... “
The new voice was urgent, concerned. It had the warm tone of a friend and Vegeta wanted desperately to believe it was. It could have been a stranger and at that moment he would have loved to call him friend. When he was turned over on his back, his vision was too blotched with tears and delirium to distinguish one shape from another but he was able to make out a pair of eyes.
He was startled at first to see they were all black with red irises, but something in them made him certain they weren’t Bow’s and he went still. These eyes were different. Bow’s eyes were blot red like coagulated blood and made Vegeta think of the sharp edges of razors and animals with shot eyes whose bodies were left to rot and fester after a wasteful kill. They were frivolous and frenzied eyes.
These weren’t like that. These eyes were crimson like furled rose petals and the burnt sky when the sun is low and vanishing in the ocean. These were warm eyes, safe eyes. It wasn’t Bow.
The figure hovered over him, repeating his name. He felt himself being pulled into a broad embrace.
Vegeta’s own limbs, shell-shocked as they were, could neither return nor reject the arms encircling him.
Distantly, he was able to make out a voice, rushed and babbling. Through the hazy jumble, he thought it sounded like… an apology. Yes, the figure was apologizing, repeatedly and at great length. The soothing voice cracked and broke intermittently but hurried on, anxious to convey some point Vegeta was just too tired to make out.
That any of the things the figure was saying should concern him was a faraway thought which Vegeta could contend with on a later date. For now, the only thing he knew was that he desperately needed rest and he felt so warm and safe in the strange arms.
Everything went dark.
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