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By : Vegetaswriter
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          The two demis exchanged blows, fist to cheek, legs to ribs, the ferocity of each exchange no longer held the once upon a time childhood care behind them. No, the young men fought much like their fathers, each blow holding a devastating force. The gravity of the forbidden chamber immense, making each movement skilled and precise, a minuscule flaw would have dire consequences. For the older of the two had learned when he was just a boy, doing all he could to impressed his prideful father.

            Goten smiled mischievously; boyhood charms still laced within his personality, with a fluid motion, his fist cocked and flew with accurate aiming, only to be deflected and moved. Goten’s smile turn to a devilish smirk, transforming his youthful face to the calculated adult he became. His body stoop down, ducking the elbow of his opponent, and swept his leg out, catching the older man off guard.

            Trunks shouted out in surprise, his body slammed down on the hard floor, the gravity pinning him down, he became all more aware when the added weight hit him in his gut, the heaviness was a body, a strong body, which was straddling his waist. He opened his blue eyes widely, shocked to see Goten face a breath away, starring down at him with strange intentions. “Umm, Goten? You can let me up now.”

            Goten chuckled, bringing his nose to touch Trunks’. “You don’t like me here?” He brought a hand to smooth up along Trunks sides, making the older of the two shudder.

            “Stop this Goten.” There was no force behind those words.

            “Ah come on Trunks, you can tell me you never thought about this?” Goten moved his hips, rubbing the slight hardness under his bottom. “I smelt it on you all the time when we came of age.” Goten took Trunks’ lax lips into a guiding kiss, nearly moaning when Trunks responded in kind, bringing his hands up timidly to rest on his rocking hips. Goten smiled in the kiss, slowly bringing his tongue into play, licking the plaintive lips to open, and explore his taste.

            Trunks felt his mind turn to muddle, Goten was right, he thought about this for so long, always wanted to touch, taste, and feel everything Goten had to offer; but it was the fear of his parents that stopped him. His mother didn’t seem like the type that would be very accepting to his homosexual tendencies, as for his father… well that was a whole different matter he didn’t even have the courage to think about. Shit his father!

            Goten slid his hand up the sweat soaked torso, feeling the ridges of muscles, muscles he knew so very well, just never had the chance to experience. He felt Trunks begin to struggle, his throat rumbled with a disquieted growl, and pulled away from the lips he always wanted to taste. “Don’t try and stop this Trunks!”

            “No you idiot! We… we got to go… not here.” Trunks felt his hands become clammy.

            Goten raised only slightly, pushing out his kia, scanning the land around, only to smirk. “There’s no one around Trunks. It’s okay, we’re okay.”

            “Goten!” Trunks whined; slowly dry humping his childhood friend’s ass. “We are not even allowed in here. What do you think my father would say if he came in here, and smelt… us…?”

            Goten’s lips turned up, giving a toothy smirk, leaning in close he caught Trunks lope with his teeth, tingled in pleasure when the lavender hair man shuddered deliciously. “That makes it even more… erotic ne?”

            “Hai, Goten-san.” Trunks didn’t hold himself back, lifting his palms he allowed his hands to roam greedily over the sculpted back above him, the slickness of Goten’s sweat made his hands glide over the heated skin, making him hunger for more. He lifted his hips up, grinding his rock solid erection in the crevasse of Goten’s shapely bottom.

            With a lick of his lips Goten raised his body up, brushing off Trunks wandering hands. “Don’t worry, I don’t mean to stop.” With a wink he removed his training gi, pulling it over his head slowly, ensuring Trunks got quite the eye full, pressing his hips forwards to emphasize his straining cock, a small rocking motion of his waist was rewarded by a deep groan from his conquest below. He placed a open palm on Trunks’ clothed chest, giving himself balance, he arched his back, tilted his head, and licked his lips, creating the vision of passion itself, capturing and entrapping Trunks in a haze. “I think we need to get rid of this.” His fingertips played with the purple muscle top, brushing over the ripples to rest on the hem, his skin touching Trunks’ exposed collar, fisting the offending fabric he tore it from the body, little pieces of fabric ripped with little effort, exposing the chest of his long time friend. Goten chuckled as Trunks’ chest expanded and deflated rapidly, excited; thrilled.

            Trunks grasped Goten’s rocking hips, pulling his bottom flush against his throbbing cock; nearly dry humping the younger man above him. He whined in his throat, anticipating Goten’s next move, waiting for the man above him to take him all around cloud nine. “Goten, please, no more teasing.”

            Goten chuckled lightly, bringing his fingers to Trunks’ plaintive lips, to trail lightly over the soft mouth, his fingers tingled wonderfully. A small gasp escaped his lips when Trunks’ decided to suckle on his fingers, his tongue trailing and swirling around them, making him quiver from the sensations. His eyes lidded as he gazed down, moistening his lips, he smiled flirtatiously. “Ah, Trunks, I haven’t started teasing yet.” Goten pulled back slightly, a hand disappearing behind his back, he grind harder against hard cock under him, lightly bouncing upon it making Trunks moan, his hand made itself known to Trunks as it cupped his testicles through the clothing.

            “Goten please…”

            “Please what boy?” Trunks eyes widen, his once flushed face paled instantly, his cock inverted, scrambling away on his backside with his hands and the heel of his feet with such haste it would have been missed by an untrained human eye. Goten on the other hand, he remained kneeling on the floor, a finger innocently stuck between his teeth, a sly smirk in play, with hungry eyes; sex incarnate.

            “Nothing father, nothing at all!” Trunks stumbled to his feet, his hands hanging at his sides, looking like a young child caught red handed. “We were just training.”

            Vegeta crossed his arms eyes sliding from his frighten son to a lustful Goten, his angry demeanour changed with an upward tug of his lip, flashing a hungry canine. “Training? Interesting training indeed my son.” Vegeta sniffed the air. “It smells like sex in here.” His eyes locked on Goten, he raised a brow. “You still have needs boy?”

            Goten returned the leering gaze. “I am insatiable Prince, and you been away for far too long.” His voice trailed into a whine, and Trunks, well, the poor young man was hurt. By the sounds of it his father and Goten were entangled, he was just going to be a substitute tool for Goten, he cussed lightly under his breath; he believed there was more between them. He turned his head, nearly spitting on to the floor.

            “Well, I guess I will leave you two alone.” Trunks nearly stomped out of the gravity chamber only to be stopped by the heavy hand of his father. He snapped his head, eyes filled of irritation; he glared. “What is it?”

            Vegeta chuckled darkly, making the kneeling boy shudder, he knew that chuckle well. “Where do you think your going?”

            “I’m leaving you two alone obviously.” Trunks bitten out between clench teeth.

            Vegeta smirked. “I think you both should be punished, using my GR without permission, then stinking up the place.”

            Trunks paled, his anger melted into disgust. “Ew! Fuck no!”

            Vegeta threw his power, tossing Trunks on the further side of the GR, a scowl on his face from his son’s stupidity. “Idiot, I did not mean that! You are my child, I would not even think about that!”

            Goten growled, his cock loosening its excitement. “Can we please get the show on the road? I’m getting bored here.”

            Vegeta and Trunks shot their eyes towards Goten, whom was not in the same position. Now he lazed on his side, picking at his nails. Vegeta smirked, giving Trunks a sideway look. “It’s time to make you a man boy.” Vegeta barked joyously at the fierce blush across Trunks’ cheeks. Vegeta turned his attention to the young man on the floor. “As for you, come here.”

            Goten lidded his eyes, crawling over to the all mighty prince, reaching his feet he gave a wanton look above, catching his breath as the smouldering gaze he received; seems like the prince had his need as well. Goten licked his lips. “Yes Vegeta-sama?”

            Vegeta turned to his son, he nodded his head to the side calling him over to stand beside him; it was strange to him, but then again nearly every father was the same, filled of pride when their legacies hit the milestone of becoming a man, always wanting to be there to witness and cheer them on. Still there was a part of him that thought it was strange, or as Bulma would say ‘creepy’, yet it didn’t stop him from leaving and let the two have their fun, no, he had to be there. Vegeta turned to Goten, giving the man his whole attention. “First, you’re punishment.” Vegeta smirked, pulling the young man up by his hair, guiding him to the siding of the GR, pulling his upper body down, and kicking his legs opened. He left the boy standing on his feet, and body bent in two, his face pressed hard against the wall, his ass pulled out for his own delight. He gave Trunks a look, and grinned. Those pants had to go.

            Goten’s breath quickened, his face was flushed against the cool titanium siding, his arms holding him in place, he waited. In a quick flash he felt his bottom bared to the world, his cock and balls hanging freely in the air between his spread legs; he shivered at the exposure, his mouth watered with sweet tasting saliva, anticipating the next move to come. *Smack* Goten let out a harsh loud yelp, his ass clenched at the force, surprised at the action; this was new. Another full palm slap came down on his bottom again making him jolt forward, smashing his cheek against the metal, gasping to catch his breath.

            Vegeta held Goten’s hip with a bruising force, keeping the boy steady, musk flared in the air, the scent of lust thick from the man under his palm, and a hint coming from his own offspring; he grinned. “You will never use this room, unless I say otherwise.” He brought his hand down hard again, watching the skin ripple up to his back from the force of his blow, the cheeks reddening and heating under his hand. “Trunks come here.” Like the obedient boy he was, he was there instantly. Vegeta chuckled, lifting his hand up to sail downwards, his eyes lock on his boy’s. Each second that passed by the painful yelps mixed with aroused groans excited his boy, and the loving father he was, he gave Trunks a shot. He took a step off to the side, giving room for his son, his hand still holding Goten’s hip. “Go for it boy.”

            Trunks wrung his hands, unsure if he should or not, but the sounds Goten made was making him twitchy, how Goten pushed his hips out asking for more ‘punishment’ was a surprising turn on. His hand slowly raised, and he hesitated; what if Goten didn’t like this?

            Goten whined with a groan mixed artfully amongst the sound. He rocked his hips, and with a low demand he growled. “Come on Trunks! Don’t tease me.” Trunks stepped back, only to lick his parched lips, a reassuring nod from his father coaxed him on. His hand raised, and plummeted down, his hand made contact with the aflame bottom, searing his hand from its heat, his hand tingled and quivered, his mouth watered as Goten ground his ass in his palm, begging for more, and more he gave.

            Vegeta leaned against the siding letting his son play, Trunks was positively thrilled, and Goten, well, tears steamed from his face, drool on the corner of his lips, and a very thin line of pre-cum dripped to the floor, oh yeah the boys were having fun indeed. He smirked, removing his clothing he strutted over to the demis. “That’s enough of that boy, he is enjoying his punishment far too much.” Trunks’ hand instantly halted mid slap, he grinned as his hand slowly and light tapped the abused blood red bottom, making Goten jerk and his father chuckle. Vegeta pointed to his son’s tight pants and chuckled. “I think it is time you lose that.” Vegeta chuckle turn into a booming laugh at his son’s shy blush. He looked too much like his mother. “Come on now boy, we all have the same parts here, nothing to be shy about.”

            Goten giggled, swaying his ass in the air, enjoying the cool air on his throbbing bottom. “Yeah Trunks, if your anything like you’re father, then there is nothing to be shy about at all.” Trunks nodded, untying the drawstrings of his jump pants, allowing it to drop to the floor, never one to wear underwear, he liked his privates enjoying its freedom.

            Vegeta stood behind the bent over man, pulling his hips flushed against his cock. His hands smoothed over the expanding rips, making the young man shiver under him. Vegeta grinned as he hauled Goten away from the wall, making the demi quickly place his hands on his knees to remain standing in his bent over position. Vegeta chuckled at the curse directed at him, he knew the demi hated it when he would change the position suddenly making the world around him spin, but he did, however, made it a little easier for the demi by just pulling him back instead of flipping him around like he wanted to; this wasn’t a time to be greedy, his son was here after all. “You don’t need to be prepared do you?”

            Goten nodded, he whined when he realized Vegeta’s intent, obvious that his punishment was in-fact not over. “Vegeta-sama, mercy.”

            Vegeta chuckled, his hands smoothing over the sweaty back. “Mercy?” He laughed darkly, a laugh he saved for his enemies. “You’re barking up the wrong tree for mercy. But, I will be a little kind.” Vegeta turned to his neglected son. “Stand in front of Goten boy, you’ll be in for a delightful surprise, he can suck cock like a professional whore.” Vegeta petted Goten’s head, nearly getting his fingers bitten; oh he loved to play with the son of Kakarot. “Tsk, tsk. Such a bad boy.” Vegeta tossed his kindness out the door, lining his cock at the puckered hole, his precum smearing on the throbbing hole, he slammed home, making Goten scream. Vegeta quivered at the pulsating walls clenching all around him, holding him in tightly, the heated walls pounded from his rough entry.

            Goten’s body locked around him, his breaths coming in short, lightly he rocked back, speeding up the process, needing to get accustomed to the cruel Prince buried deep in him. A hand lifted his chin, taking him by surprise. Trunks lovingly stroked his tears away, knelt down to pepper his eyes with gentle kisses. Goten smiled, forgetting the splitting pain in his ass, his lips seek out Trunks’ kind ones, locking them together, sensually they moved, side to side, little groans of want made its way through. Until the powerful hips behind him began to move. Goten’s mouth opened gave away in pants and moans as the Prince pushed and pulled behind him, seeking his gratification. With one hand he pulled Trunks’ hips to his mouth, and for two purposes’s he engulfed his needy cock in the carven of his hot moist mouth. One, he needed something to quiet his noises; secondly, he wanted to taste Trunks, find out how he sounded in the throws of pleasure. He groaned more-so at the taste, Trunks was sweet, no doubt from all the fruit he ate, sweet and tangy, while his father was salty and potent, both tasted delicious, both addicting.

            Vegeta growled, pushing his thick cock deeper in Goten, trying to fit everything in, needing for each inch to experience the tight heat Goten provided. His head fell back as his hips pumped harder, his power gathering around him. He was feeling his end coming already, he cursed at himself; he slowed only to grind his hips in, calming his excited body. He looked up to his son, and smiled, the boy was lost in his own throws of passion, his hips jerking into Goten’s mouth. He was going to experience his first orgasm brought on by a partner and not by his own hand. Vegeta chuckled as his son took Goten by surprise overloading Goten’s mouth. Vegeta chuckled, his son’s back hit the wall as he lazed, the buzz of pleasure buzzing his body.

            Goten used a hand to wipe away the excess cum, smacking his lips, Trunks’ cum was like a sweet fruit on its own, they should defiantly bottle him up and sell him as a fruit juice.

            “You ready to become a man boy?” Vegeta smirked at his dazed son.

Goten smiled wistfully, then he realized, they were both suppose to be punished here, why was he taking it all! “I thought Trunks was being punished to, why is he not?”

Vegeta laughed, slamming his hips harder against Goten’s making him moan. “His punishment, he won’t get a taste of this tight ass.” Vegeta hauled back and pounded forward again.

Trunks and Goten raised a brow in confusion, Vegeta was contradicting himself. “Umm… Vegeta-sama, you said Trunks will become a man.”

Vegeta fisted Goten’s hair pulling him up, his back flush against his chest, his tongue snaked out, licking Goten’s ear. “There are two ways to lose ones virginity, penetrate or penetration.” Vegeta’s hands moved up, tweaking at Goten’s nipples, his eyes looking to his son. “That is his punishment, but he will be rewarded all the same.”

The silent Trunks found his voice. “Oh hell no, I am not going to be a bottom!”

Goten frowned, raising a brow. “Trunks-kun it isn’t bad, it feels sooo good.” Vegeta thrust his hip up, making Goten moan and shudder.

“This will be you’re only chance while I live boy. I will not give any opportunities after this, that is, if you fail to do as you’re told now.” Vegeta smirked. Yes, Goten was his, has been since the man turned sixteen, the standard age of manhood in his culture. If Trunks turned it down now, then he would ensure Trunks would never sample Goten, it was disrespectful to decline the offer. Now if Trunks agreed then he would have no problem sharing Goten with his son, it is his son after-all.

“You mean if I do this now, I can have Goten all to myself when I want to?” Trunks perked.

Vegeta smiled. “Yes boy that is if I am not with him.” Vegeta raised a brow. “Understand?”

Trunks smiled back. “Yes father.”

Goten smirked, soaking his hand with his spit, covering his neglected erection, slicking it with the mixture of saliva and pre-cum, he was positively dripping. “Come here Trunks-kun.”

Vegeta grunted; all three standing would be very awkward. He pulled out making Goten dip down from the lack of support. He knelt down, pulling Goten down with him, sitting him on his cock. Goten moaned as Vegeta’s cock penetrated him to the hilt once again, his cock pressing wonderfully against his prostate.

Goten arched back on Vegeta, his head above the Prince’s; he giggled lightly at the height difference, but wouldn’t dare voice it to the volatile man. He eyed Trunks, lightly patting his lap, making room for Trunks to sit on his cock facing him.

Trunks bitten down on his lip, looking down at Goten’s throbbing cock, beckoning him to come and have a seat, he took three deep breaths, he wasn’t ignorant he knew this was going to hurt, but in time he would like it, he was sure of it, his father or Goten wouldn’t suggest such a thing if it was to hurt the whole way through. “Goten…”

Goten gave a soft look, which, looked quite strained, doing his best not to show the pleasure Trunks’ father gave him. Goten slowly help guide Trunks down, lining him up perfectly. Goten smiled as Vegeta halted his movements, knowing they needed stillness for the next part.

Trunks closed his eyes, not wanting for see his father, he allowed his power to push out, balancing him, Goten’s hand gently guided him; he jerked upwards when he felt the slick tip of Goten’s cock make contact with his virgin opening. The ring of his entrance clenched tightly. He listened as Goten coaxed him onward, telling him in a hush loving voice to relax, breath, relax, breath, and he done so.

Goten felt his cock twitch anxiously, the tight ring acting like a bouncer in a club, not allowing anything through, but he was never one to listen to such things; his hand kept his cock in place as the other worked on keeping Trunks steady. Each small little nudge down only to jump up again, Goten groaned from the long wait.

Trunks felt himself sweat, fear, fear of pain stopped him from dropping down on Goten’s cock. He wanted this, wanted Goten so baldy, but the trepidation halted him each time, just breath he told himself, breath, but instead he found himself chomping down on his lip and holding his breath in, tensing. He wanted to cry from the sheer frustration he felt.

Vegeta was never really one for patience, never one to sit around and wait, and it was only amplified from his need to cum, to feel pleasure. He scowled, shutting his eyes; he took a hold Trunks’ hips, and slammed up, making the man in the middle shove upwards. He quickly removed his hands; ignoring the fact he had ‘helped’ his son along. Instead he moved his hands back on Goten spreading them out over the heated flesh, listening to the man’s satisfactory moan, appreciating his impatience, thanking him really.

Trunks, however, was not as thankful, he spluttered and curse trying to jump away from the pain, only to be held in place by Goten. Trunks hollered in pain and frustration, needing to get away from the throbbing splitting pain in his ass, he powered up, jumping into super Saiyan, yelping harder as his muscled expanded, making the pain more intense, he vaguely heard his father call him a baka, but, he did heard Goten’s echoing scream, he himself jumping into super Saiyan to match his power and keep him in place.

Vegeta shrugged, jumping into super Saiyan just for the fun of it. He smirked as he leapt into the second ascension, making Goten shriek. He wrapped his arms around both of their legs, pushing them down, his son on his back legs spread wide for Goten, and Goten had just enough room to kneel pushing his ass out for Vegeta. Vegeta lifted his front from Goten’s back, placing a hand there, keeping the two ‘wimps’ pinned to the floor, he moved, pounded down with everything he had so Goten’s cock would go deeper in his son. Vegeta scoffed, Trunks needed some tough love anyways, but the pain will not last.

Vegeta used his leverage to fuck Goten stupid, making the man whimper, holler, yelp, and pant his name, his son’s name mixing among them, fusing their names together. Vegeta growled, slamming the abused cheeks harder, in and out, pull and push. He ignored the fact his son’s feet kept smacking against his hips.

Trunks felt the shift, felt the slow burning change, the electricity of the power of the Super Saiyans above him mingled against his own, heightening the effect. He blocked out the idea it was his father’s thrusts that brought them both pleasure, only concentrated on Goten, his lidded eyes locked on Goten’s, his hands moved up, his back arched, he kissed the man of his fantasies, his long time friend, now lover.

The bodies moved and arched, a mass of limbs locking and moving against sweaty heated flesh, the Saiyans were animals, primal, feral, needy of the mind blowing gratification. They all worked, positions changed, still it was a sandwich, Trunks, Goten, and Vegeta. Goten fucked the demi Prince, as the full blooded Prince fucked him into oblivion. Unsure is he had reached orgasm already, or how many times it occurred. Instead he would arch back, needing more of the powerful devastating cock, he would quiver as the demi Prince clenched around him, his cum spilling over his abs and chest. Goten dipped his fingers into the spilt sweetness, popping his cum soaked fingers into his mouth, moaning around them, he felt his release came, filling Trunks’ ass, some spilling onto the floor, pooling.

Vegeta pulled Goten flushed to him, smashing his pulsating cock upwards, fighting off the tight closing muscles, finding his end, pulling out his thick dick he cummed over Goten’s bruised ass cheeks, some slipping down the crack. He grinned wolfishly, licking a canine, he nipped along Goten’s neck, his breaths coming out in harsh pants. “Now, don’t break the rules again, you hear me? No one in my GR.” Vegeta chuckled, oh he hoped they wouldn’t listen, he defiantly wanted a repeat.

This was a request from Vegetasfistingfist on tumblr.
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