Survival of the Fittest

Survival of The Fittest continued….
By Fyrbyrd

He sat at the sparring ground watching the others. He was sporting a few bruises and bumps, none of which had come from any match. He truly wished his brother had not left him behind.

“Kakarott.” He turned to see the camp administrator coming towards him with two strangers.
He quickly got to his feet and bowed. “Come boy, pack your things, you are being moved.”

“Moved?”

“To a camp close to the city. Maybe they will be able to make something of you.”

The city. That meant he would be a little closer to where Raditz was. It lifted his mood and he quickly followed to his barracks to get his few meager pieces of clothing, then out to fall into step behind the strangers.

He was led to the gates where the men were handed his papers and directed him into a hover car before they headed away from the camp. Kakarott felt no regret leaving the place. It had never been kind to him without his brother.

The trip took a long time and they reached the camp shortly before dusk. He was led inside where one of the strangers took his papers to the office and the other led him to the barracks where he would live.

As he was led in all the others boys in the place turned to look at him. None of them seemed any different to those he had left behind. He was shown his bunk, quickly told the camp routine, which was the same as his previous, and left to find his own way amongst these strangers. He looked at all those staring at him, they knew nothing about his weak rating, he might get to spar with some of them before it became apparent.

He heard a clanging bell and noticed that all the boys seemed to be heading in the same direction, he decided to follow. All of them were going into a large hall and soon he knew the reason why, he could smell it, food. The other boys lined up like at his other camp and so he joined them, glad that he was able to take as much as he wanted onto his tray. He found a place to sit and was glad that no one looked at him as if to say that he should not be there. Then he dug in, completely unaware that the three others at his table were soon staring at him as he ate in his usual way, which was sloppily, and as fast as possible. He soon finished everything he had piled onto his tray and looked over the empty bowls at the others, burping loudly.

“Ah, something wrong?”

“Where’d you learn to eat like that?” asked one.

“You’re new here, I’m Ledace.”

“Um, Kakarott, I came from up north.”

“Must be strong then, that’s why Grenpepa was shifted here a couple of months ago,” he pointed to another of those at the table.

“I’m Buddabin, and I still wanna know how you can eat like that. Never seen anyone inhale their food like you do.”

Kakarott shrugged. He noticed that boys at other tables were getting up and leaving.

“Come on kid, bedtime, which barracks you in?” asked Ledace.

“Barracks four.”

“Then you’re in with us, let’s go.”

He got up and followed the others back to their barracks. As they entered the others were stripping down and getting into their bunks, or racing off to relieve themselves or shower before lights out. Kakarott sat down and noticed that he was actually beside Grenpepa who was only in his boxers.

“Need a hand?”

“A hand?”

Grenpepa indicated across the way where two of the boys were kneeling on the floor facing each other naked with their hands on each other’s cock, jerking the other off.

“Ah,” he lifted a hand to scratch at the back of his head, “We weren’t allowed to do that at my other camp. You got a whipping if you did.”

“You get a whipping if you try a blow job here, but hand jobs are allowed.” The lights went off as he spoke. Grenpepa stood and slid out of his boxers. “So?”

“Ah. No thanks.”

Grenpepa shrugged and got into his bunk.

Kakarott stripped down to nothing, as he had been used to sleeping naked, he lay down and pulled the blanket over him. All around him he could here the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and the unmistakable smell of release accompanying groans. His own hand found its way to his erection and pretty soon he was joining in with the others until he found his own relief. He found a loose cloth under his pillow which he used to clean up his mess. Then he settled down to sleep straight away.

Kakarott woke to another clanging bell and watched as the other’s picked up their clothes and raced for the toilet or shower. He decided to dress and then when to relieve himself before following the others to breakfast. On his way out of the barracks he found a few boys being
stopped and ordered to drop their pants before being beaten with leather straps then allowed to move on. He hoped he wouldn’t be stopped for whipping; he hated that, made sitting down to eat painful.

The routine was the same as at his other camp, classes in the mornings, training in the afternoon. The only difference about classes was the teacher’s wielded sticks if you weren’t listening to them, and a hit on the back of one’s hand hurt a lot. When he’d drifted off he’d felt it and soon learned to be more attentive, even if he didn’t understand a thing they were telling him.

He had three welts to nurse at lunchtime. But he still inhaled his meal to the amusement of others in the room. He was attracting a lot of attention and not all of it because of the way he ate.

“Looks like he’s going to be popular around here,” said Ledace.

“Yeah I see, he’ll be lucky to keep his virginity the way some of them are slathering,” said Buddabin.

“Let’s hope he can fight,” said Grenpepa. Kakarott choked a second. “He’s going to need to protect himself.”

“What?” he asked once he got the food out of his throat.

“There are those here that think you’re pretty Kakarott.”

“Pretty?”

“Hmm. Well you are, didn’t I make that clear last night.”

Kakarott’s mouth fell open. The other’s laughed at him.

“Come on Kakarott, better finish up, you’ve only got ten minutes to settle your stomach before training. If you don’t you’ll be puking all over the place,” said Ledace.

Kakarott shut his mouth and pushed the tray away sat back to rub his gut. He was dreading what was to come. He wondered what was planned for him, because surely the leaders of the camp would know he had a weak power level.

Another bell rang this one was different to the food bell. He followed those of his table that were left outside and out to the training fields. Kakarott could not make out the order the boys lined up in, so stuck with the people he knew.

Out in the center stood a huge fellow with a cane in his hand tapping it against his hands. “Break into pairs and commence.”

“Come on Kakarott,” said Grenpepa and he leapt away to make space for them. Kakarott nodded and tried to pull in a deep breath, then jumped at him to begin a spar. Immediately he could tell that Grenpepa was going easy on him, and he was disappointed that the other must already have noticed his weakness. “You can do better than that, come on Kakarott, put some effort into it. If you don’t Master Maro will beat you with that cane, and I can tell you, it hurts.”

Kakarott groaned, he might have known drill Masters all liked to use canes, and he had felt their sting enough before.

But Grenpepa kept at him, occasionally encouraging him to do something to help himself, change his angles, kick a bit harder, put his arms up to protect himself more. He was more than surprised when the session came to an end and he had not hit the ground a few minutes after it had begun. He lined up with the others to watch some of the older ones spar harder; these were boys getting ready for the arena. Kakarott and the others were allowed to sit and watch.

“So, what was he like?” he heard Ledace ask Grenpepa.

“Weak as a young dino,” came the answer.

Kakarott slumped, so now they all knew.

“But he moves well, listened when I coached him, I may be able to keep him from some of Maro’s beatings, I saw him eyeing Kakarott off. What’s your power level?”

Kakarott didn’t raise his head, “About 60 I think.”

“What?” they all gasped.

“That’s so small; you’ll never make it to the arena with a level that small. Hell even mini-Prince is up around 9000,” said Buddabin.

“Mini-Prince?”

“Prince Vegeta. They say he’s the strongest of the Elites; at least that’s what he believes. Little freak he is, doesn’t like third class so he won’t jump in the arena, though he likes to watch.”

They all seemed uncomfortable with that, and turned their eyes to the battles going on before them.

“You…you want to help me?” asked Kakarott.

“Why not, you’re one of us.”

Kakarott stared at them, “One of you?”

“Yeah, didn’t you notice how the others avoided us? You found the right place to sit yesterday. We’re the weak ones that no one wants to know. The ones to get everything last, we were at the end of the lines for food, we always will be… So you’re one of us.”

Kakarott nodded in understanding. “At my last camp, I was shunned by everyone after my brother left.”

“Well now there are four of us, means one of us won’t get the shit kicked out of us during spars anymore.”

Kakarott smiled, things were looking up.

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Grenpepa sat on his bunk as Kakarott returned from the showers, but his eyes were on a pair across the ways that were pleasuring each other with their hands. Kakarott could see the bulge in the other’s boxers, then he let his eyes stray around the room, it was a common thing. Some boys were on their bunks together, doing it with a blanket over them, while other knelt completely naked on the floor, fisting their own or another’s cock.

“Do you want me to…” began Kakarott.

Grenpepa looked up at him knowing what he was asking. “As long as I can return the same.”

Kakarott hesitated, but then nodded. Around them the lights went out and he stripped out of the boxers he was wearing. Grenpepa pulled him down to the floor with him, slipping out of his own underwear. He helped to guide Kakarott’s hand to his erection, then reached out for Kakarott’s. Soon they were both joining the others in the room, making muffled moans and groans. Kakarott came rather quickly, Grenpepa didn’t seem to care, Kakarott slowed in his actions, until the hand of his partner joined his and helped to bring him off.

The next day the other’s helped him with his sparring, trying to encourage him to learn to defend himself better. They could at least help him to increase his physical strength, as they had done. Of course, inviting him into their little group, attracted attention and his looks brought even more.

In their barracks was a fellow by the name of Aspato, he was strong, he was confident of making it into the arena as soon as he came of age, and he proved his strength in the spars, defeating his opponents time after time. But he also had another liking, he liked the prettier boys and he liked to have them suck him off, he didn’t want just a hand job. He had enough hangers on to protect him from being seen when doing it, and if he weren’t satisfied he made sure the one he chose was accused of the act so that they would be punished.

Grenpepa had seen Aspato’s eyes on Kakarott the first night. Aspato had targeted Ledace before, so they all knew how he operated. There was no doubting that he would go after Kakarott at some point.

Several days later as they were all headed towards the mess for breakfast, they could all hear the cries of one young man. He was not being beaten like some had leaving the barracks; he was crying out against being shipped off somewhere else, pleading that he had his virginity taken from him. But when he was asked to reveal who it had been, he was too afraid to say. Grenpepa saw Aspato looking smug, and knew it had to have been him that had ruined the boy’s future. You could not go to the arena if you had lost your virginity. The Elite’s liked to take virgins to mate.

“What will happen to him?” asked Kakarott as they watched him being taken away defeated.

“There are other camps where he can be bred with second class soldiers, but he will never get a mate that way, just mate with whoever is there. Not a great life,” said Buddabin.

“Why wouldn’t he say who did that to him?”

“Because he’d have to be able to prove it, and it’s more than likely that whoever did it used a sheath, so there’s no evidence.”

“And if he couldn’t prove it, there is one other way to go. They would make him a eunuch,” added Ledace.

“Eunuch?”

“Yeah, they cut your balls off.”

“Oh,” gulped Kakarott almost putting his hands over them protectively.

“What’s the matter boy? Trying to hide your strongest asset?”

The group turned to see Aspato eyeing off Kakarott. Grenpepa patted them each on the arm and turned towards the mess, trying to ignore Aspato.

Aspato smiled as he watched them go, glad to get an eyeful of Kakarott’s ass, marking his next target.

They got their food and sat down. “So that’s it then, he’s after Kakarott now,” said Ledace.

“He’s what?”

“After you Kakarott. He is going to want you to suck him off, and if he gets the chance he’ll try to fuck you.”

“But they’re not allowed.”

“Doesn’t stop him. He’s got others willing to taking beatings for him and he’s strong,” said Buddabin.

“I want you to stick close to me, Kakarott. I don’t want him to get you alone,” said Grenpepa.

“Please do it, Kakarott. He’s bad news; I got whipped a few times because of him. His cock ain’t little either and he likes to hurt if you don’t give him what he wants,” admitted Ledace.

Kakarott nodded and hoped he would be able to do as they asked.

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“Wow Kakarott, this place sure is agreeing with you. You’re shaping up… beautifully,” drooled Ledace as they showered together.

“Yes he is shaping up beautifully, isn’t he,” said a voice from another set of stalls.

Then three large boys slipped around to stare at the pair in their stall, leaning against the walls smiling smugly and ogling the pair.

The owner of the voice appeared next. “Shit,” muttered Ledace upon seeing Aspato, he looked around trying to figure out where Grenpepa was, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Kakarott moved to grab his towel, but one of the other’s got to it first, Ledace could not reach his own either.

“Grown up a little, hey Ledace. Hope that mouth of yours is as talented as it was last time, take him into the next stall and put him to work, Peazo.”

One of the trio moved forward and grabbed Ledace by his hair and pulled him into the next stall.

“So, Kakarott, that’s your name isn’t it? Do you know what I want?”

“I’ve been told you force others to suck you off, or you fuck them.”

Aspato smiled, “I see you have been well informed, saves me some time.” His eyes raked over Kakarott’s body. “You were just pretty before, but those muscles you’ve been building, mmm mmm, very nice. Turn around.”

Kakarott narrowed his eyes; there was no way he was going to do what he wanted. He planted his feet to stand his ground as he had been taught.

Aspato sighed, “So you aren’t going to be cooperative, hey? Get him on his knees boys and keep him there.”

His two goons moved at Kakarott, he tried to push them off, but they had more power than he and he soon found himself forced to his knees, and being held there. Even as he tried to push back up, he saw Aspato walk behind him. He tried to kick out at him, but was punched in his kidneys and cried out with the pain allowing the pair to get a better grip on him.

“Nice ass Kakarott, thank you for flexing then, really made me see just how good it looks. But don’t worry, I won’t take you now. I want to save you for a special occasion, perhaps for when I leave this shit heap of a place. Still I think I can make use of that mouth of yours.” He moved around in front of Kakarott, his hands pulling at his pants, freeing his large thick erection. ”Brusprow, pull his head up for me, Pummin sit on him, make sure he won’t move more than he should.” In the next stall they could hear Peazo moaning. “Look like the other is cooperating, come on Kakarott, open up for me, just like your little friend.”

Kakarott slammed his teeth together, determined not to open his mouth.

“Brusprow, he’s being a little stubborn, help him open that pretty mouth of his,” ordered Aspato.

The boy reached for Kakarott’s chin and tried to pull it open, it would not budge. He needed both hands, but one hand was twined in his hair holding his head up so that he would be ready for Aspato. Aspato could see that he was having no luck and when Brusprow looked to him he flicked his head directing him to get out of the way, then let fly, hitting Kakarott hard right on the jaw, backhanding him on the return swing, again and again. Blood was streaming from Kakarott’s nose and mouth. He reached for his chin then and lifted his face. “You going to open for me now Kakarott?”

Still Kakarott glared at him defiantly. Aspato sighed again, Brusprow, let Pummin take his hair, then I want you to suck him, get him in the mood for me.”

“Sure boss,” Brusprow obeyed and Pummin wound his hand into Kakarott’s hair and yanked on it to make him see that he had him in hand and pushed down with all his weight as he sat on him astride.

Brusprow slid under Kakarott and reached for his flaccidly hanging cock and began to stroke it. Kakarott tried to move to stop him, but Pummin slid so he was lying on top of Kakarott, putting his legs over Kakarott’s, his cloth covered erection nudging between Kakarott’s cheeks.

“You cum Pummin and your ass will be mine later,” warned Aspato.

“I’ll keep his head steady enough that he won’t get pushed onto me.”

“You better,” said Aspato and he heard a slight gasp from Kakarott as Brusprow engulfed him from below. “Ah I see we are getting somewhere now. Like that Kakarott, like it when someone sucks you?”

Kakarott shook his head, no one had ever done this to him before, nor had he been forced to take one into his mouth either.

Aspato pushed up against his mouth, “Come on boy, open up for me.” He nudged more forcefully, with Pummin yanking back on his hair until it hurt.

But suddenly they stopped as a fire alarm went off. Pummin and Aspato started, but Brusprow almost bit Kakarott, but all that did was sent him over cumming into the other’s mouth that he pulled off spluttering only to have the rest stream over his face. “Shit,” he cried.

All of them turned to find one of the guards looking in ready to order them out, “There’ll be whippings for you all tomorrow, but right now, out.”

Pummin, Brusprow and Peazo hurried out, while Aspato stalked out angrily. He had never been caught before. Kakarott went to grab a robe as Ledace hurried passed him with one other looking pale, but the guard grabbed at him, “Out I said you don’t need to cover up Bitch Boy.”

“I..I,” stammered Kakarott.

“Do I need to order a whipping tonight as well?”

Kakarott hurried past and out of the barracks with the rest of the boys, quite a few as naked as he. Ledace, Buddabin and Grenpepa hurried over to him.

“You okay Kakarott? I’m sorry that you’ll be punished but…”

“You did this?”

Grenpepa grinned and nodded and watched the guards as they milled around. There was no fire, and they weren’t too happy about the false alarm, but there was much nodding between them before the barracks wardens ordered them back inside.

Once back inside Grenpepa settled onto his bunk, “Did he force you to suck him, Ledace said—“

“No, the alarm went off just in time, but one of his goons sucked me, got a faceful of my cum.”

Grenpepa smiled, “I’ll bet he’s not too happy. And neither will Aspato, keep closer Kakarott. He’ll be after you if he gets whipped; he’ll blame it all on you.”

The lights went off around them as they settled down to sleep.

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Revised January 23 2011