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A Prince Among Slaves	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10309 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Prince Among Slaves

A DBZ Fanfiction

By Sefiru

Pairings: Goku/Vegeta/Raditz/Bardock

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: M/M, BDSM, slavery, incest, mpreg. This fic contains consensual adult incest. You have been warned.

animeslave18: Vegeta is in for a fun time. ^^

Admiral ShadowWolf: *gives tissues* I’ll be putting in bondage in later chapters. Maybe even bondage orgies.

Bluesake: they’re not done with the breaking in yet!

Anomlov: I’m afraid spanking’s not my kink, but Vegeta might need a smack here and there …

Zofo: Ah, but which position? ^^

Isis: Where’s the story going? Into the gutter, of course!

1200 hits over 2 chapters? Whoa …

In this chapter: three ways to have fun with a sex slave.

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Chapter the Third

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     Vegeta now had a name for the craving that had plagued him for the last several years; he knew what he needed to satisfy it, and with three warriors in the house he was sure to get plenty of it. He was an early riser by nature and habit, so the morning after his bonding he was already alert when Goku stumbled out of his room. The warrior sported a fine morning erection; Vegeta licked his lips. “Would you care for some help with that, master?”

       “Yeah, get over here.” Goku pulled Vegeta into the bathroom and to an object that he had previously thought was a towel rack. It was a padded bar, attached by two posts to the floor beside the bathtub. “Bend over it,” Goku ordered.

       “Yes, master.”

       “And don’t call me master, that’s for Elite poofs. I’m just Goku.”

       “Yes, master.”

       “Heh, cute.” Goku gave him a hefty smack on his upraised rear. “But we can’t have you refusing to follow directions.” He smacked the other cheek, just as hard. Though it didn’t hurt, it stung quite a bit; Vegeta immediately felt more settled. His new family might be relaxed, but not pushovers. There were still rules, and they would be enforced; this was something he understood. And Goku was pressing close against his back, his cock sliding under his tail, into his cleft … and then it found his entrance, and sank in, and his mind was once more flooded with that incredible, incandescent pleasure. He wallowed in it, let go of all sense of time until he felt Goku’s seed spill into him, setting off his own climax. He hung limp over the bar, panting, as Goku caressed his shoulders.

       “Here’s how mornings are going to go, Vegeta. You’re going to present yourself just like this for us to relieve ourselves on. As soon as you wake up, get in position and wait. Use the toilet first if you need to; once all of us have been through, you can come down to breakfast. Got that?”

       “Yes, Goku.”

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      “I know you’ve been taught the standard positions,” Goku said. Both Raditz and Bardock had left for their duty shifts, and he and Vegeta were alone in the house.

      “Yes, Goku.”

      “Take the first position.” This was simply kneeling, thighs apart and hands flat on the floor beside his ankles. Goku played the part of a stern instructor making minute corrections to Vegeta’s pose; having learned them without knowing what they were for, the slave was missing a few touches. Goku got him to throw out his chest a bit more, raise his chin to show the line of his throat, spread his legs a bit more wantonly. His tail was fine as it was, in a graceful loop behind him.

       “Second position.” Commonly known as the footstool; Vegeta bent forward to rest on his elbows, back parallel with the floor. Again Goku corrected the details of his stance.

       “Third position.” Vegeta let his head sink onto his forearms and raised his hips into the air, flipping his tail up over his back. He was getting the idea; his pose was properly open and available.

      “First back.” At this command, Vegeta came back up to first position and then lay on his back, hands crossed behind his neck. “Second back.” Vegeta brought his knees up, feet flat on the floor. “Third back.” Vegeta held his knees to his chest with both hands. He was flushed, his breathing slightly rough. Goku grinned. “Good. Heel.”

      Vegeta crouched at his left side and a bit behind him, and hooked his tail over his head by Goku’s hand. Using the tail as a leash, Goku led him around the room and then out into the garden. Vegeta moved properly, not on hands and knees but on hands and the balls of his feet, keeping his hips low and his knees bent. In fact, he was better at the slave crawl than a lot of slaves that had extensive sexual training.

      “Stand,” Goku told him. “Can you do a side split?”

      Vegeta smirked as he demonstrated by swinging his leg up until his calf brushed his ear. That was some flexibility there! Goku caught the slave in his arms, draped his raised leg over his shoulder, and nuzzled his hair. “Good work.” He slid two fingers into Vegeta’s moist hole; it was a common reward for slaves in training. Vegeta shuddered and practically melted in his grasp. He was incredibly sensitive, even for someone who’d never felt anal pleasure before yesterday; Goku wasn’t sure why that was, but he intended to take full advantage of it.

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     Bardock was, as usual, the first one home; his watch generally ended an hour earlier than Raditz’s. As the door swung closed behind him, Vegeta padded out of the living room – a swift response, but not the wild scramble one might see from a frightened slave. He bowed low, which was probably the proper greeting for a high class slave.

      “No need to be formal, kid,” Bardock told him. “Come here.” He gave Vegeta a one armed hug and nuzzled his hair. He smelled of Goku and arousal, no stress smell at all. Good. “I hear you play chess. Board’s in the cabinet under the vid screen, go set it up.”

      “Yes, sir.” Vegeta trotted off, his tail waving with interest. Bardock went to the kitchen, where he turned on the coffee machine and poured pretzels into a bowl. In the living room, Vegeta was setting up the last pieces. Bardock set the pretzels beside the board and sat down across from him.

      “If you win, I’ll give you a hand job,” Bardock said.

      “And if I lose?”

      “You get a smack for every piece I have left.” Challenge delivered, Bardock made his opening move. Vegeta turned out to be a pretty sharp player, though his mind seemed to be on something other than the game. Bardock finally asked, “What’s got you thinking so hard?”

     Vegeta tilted his head, as if choosing words carefully. “My trainers had … strong opinions on the Third Class.”

     Bardock snorted. “I’ll bet. Lot of snooty Elites, think we don’t do anything besides fight, eat and screw.”

     “Essentially, yes.” Vegeta tapped a finger against his chin as he studied the board.

     “Well, I could say a few things about them too. There’s a lot to us that they never bother to find out – me, I’ve got a thing for history, and I can trace my family back a thousand years.”

     “Hn?”

     “Oh yeah; earliest ancestor I found was a warrior named Kakarott. This was way before classes, when they were still cooking over wood fires and wearing rawhide. Anyway, he was a fighter for the Biruch mountains in a border war with Wanroh. The Lord of Wanroh was so impressed with his fighting skills that when they met in battle, he captured Kakarott instead of killing him. He threw him in the dungeon until he went into heat, and then got a cub on him. It used to be kind of an honor to be bred by an opponent strong enough to subdue you. And that’s where our line comes from, down to today – I actually named Goku after him, but he says Kakarott is too dignified a name for him.”

      “Hn, if he doesn’t want me to call him master …” Vegeta’s eyes narrowed wickedly.

      “Your second day, and already plotting mischief. Shame on you.”

      The rest of the game went quickly; to Bardock’s surprise, Vegeta won by a narrow margin. “Get over here,” Bardock told him. Once Vegeta was seated on his knee, he took Vegeta’s right hand in his own. “This another first time thing?”

      “Yes, sir.”

      “Good.” He wrapped Vegeta’s hand around his cock; without touching it directly, he guided Vegeta’s hand up and down until it hardened. He swirled Vegeta’s thumb over the head of his cock, and showed him how to vary the speed of his strokes. The slave’s head fell back against Bardock’s shoulder. His hips bucked instinctively against his grasp, and his tail wrapped around Bardock’s waist. He tried to move his hand on his own, but Bardock’s grip held him still. Bardock deliberately slowed the pace, drawing out the pleasure; he guided Vegeta’s fingers to the underside of his cock, to stroke the vein there. Finally, Vegeta made a sound, a tiny groan. Bardock licked the side of his neck as a reward, which got him a full body shudder. Vegeta was already getting close; of course he hadn’t had training in holding back his climax. Bardock deepened his strokes, letting Vegeta press as hard as he liked. Within moments Vegeta came with a gasp; Bardock caught his seed with his other hand and held it up for Vegeta to lick clean, which he did with evident relish. This slave was going to fit into his household just fine.

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We’re starting to get a few hints of MPreg here … I wonder who the lucky Saiyan will be?

Next chapter: Vegeta gets introduced to bondage, and Goku tops from the bottom.
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