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By : Vegetaswriter
Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male
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This is Au and very mature, bondage extreme master and slave, sooo… you may want to skip this if it isn’t your thing. Boodplay!

The beginning will be done differently, more of a poetic narrative, just experimenting, if it comes out awful, let’s just blame it on the hangover! Deal?

Sorry that I didn’t post this yesterday, long day at work and ladies night lasted longer than expected. So within the next several hours the chapter for today will be up as well. Got to catch up! Friday’s surprise was a handcuff keychain hehe thus inspired this craziness. Rate and review :3

Surrender thy Soul

          The youthful innocent walked through the cold unmoving walls, a stony look of determination steeled across his face, yet his body squirmed like a pit of worms. Heart sped wildly, and his soul warred with right and wrong. His rendezvous with the Devil himself could not be held off, and the innocent knew, this was an engagement where he would lose his soul to the fiery abyss, consumed by the mischievous fiend he willingly threw himself to.

            He could feel his very core quiver with enchantment and trepidation, the innocent man would be owned. The gates of hell was nothing more than a steel plain door, unimpressive, fooling the ignorant whom dared step into this heated space; coming to seek pleasure, only to find damnation. Apartment 66.

            The innocent one had come numerous times before, and yet he certainly had not learnt of the horrors this evil being inflicted, or was it, this innocent one, enjoyed it? As the door creeps open, he moves, removing the cloth of his back to flutter to the floor below; our sacrificial innocent removes his mortal belongings, kneels on the flame like flooring, and waits for the master.

            Gohan shivered in anticipation, his hands lightly trembled in excitement and anxiousness; no matter how many times he saw this devilish man, the master always inspired trepidation and exhilaration. He wasn’t the typical dungeon master, he was a cruel god, keeping you on the razor edge of pain and pleasure, destroying your nerves and crumbling your spirit. He wasn’t for the faint of heart, or even most ‘hardcore’ slaves; however for Gohan, he was perfect.

            The sounds of shoed feet clicked against the exposed tiled part of the flooring, made Gohan’s heart leap into his throat; the taste of his own arousal thick on his tongue. A deep guttural chuckle made him shiver. The sound of the master’s thick velvety voice penetrated his soul, the light accent that accompanied the sound slithered down his spine. “You are back once again; I thought I’d scared you off by now hmmm.” Gohan could practically feel the master Vegeta lean in; feel his breath scorch his naked flesh. “Look at me.”

            Gohan slowly trailed his eyes upwards, raking in eyes over each inch of the master. Gohan groaned with dismay, the master never like to wear ‘traditional’ or typical bondage master and slave gear, no, he like to have full dominance and power over his lesser. The master’s ‘victims’ must be as nude as the day they were born, no cloth what-so ever; nor the over used tacky collar. As for the master himself, he would be fully clothed, gloves, and face hidden by masks; today was no different, and to Gohan he was the most erotic thing he ever saw. The master’s clothing consisted of a full black suite hugging all his muscular curves and ridges perfectly; emphasizing his sleek powerful build. Gloves, white in color, showing his victim they were not worthy to feel the flesh of his palms; never to experience his touch, only the touch of fabric, and like always the mask, black with gold trimmings, a masquerade style, only exposing below his nose; Gohan shuddered violently licking his lips; this was the first time he laid eyes on the master’s lips, plump as he expected, and gleamed with a moist shine; Gohan craved to taste the flavour of gloss the master had used. Gohan dared to look higher, into the master’s dark eyes surrounded by a light application of dark eyeliner to create shadows; Gohan lost his soul, drowning into those dark eyes, in those eyes he saw agony; he leapt into it with arms wide open.

            Vegeta snatched his victims chin in a bruising hold, pulling him forward he chuckled darkly. “Maybe I’ll have to try harder to scare you off, you pathetic shit.” Vegeta pushed his hand away violently making Gohan sway on his knees. “Stand.” Gohan leapt to the command, it was beginning.

            Vegeta circled the man before him, appreciating the tight muscled body, the powerful build and height; the bigger they are, the hotter he gets, controlling, humiliating, and using men larger than himself was the highest level of gratification he gained from this. He took a handful of locks in his hand hauling Gohan’s backward, exposing his throat, keeping him vulnerable and open to his attacks. Vegeta leaned his head on Gohan’s shoulder, whispering evilly into his ear. “Son of Goku…” Vegeta paused feeling Gohan’s breath quicken with surprise. “You thought I never knew who you are?” Vegeta laughed, moving away Vegeta kicked the back of Gohan’s knees making his bended knees collided to the floor. “Tsk, tsk.”

            Gohan began to sweat; he came to this place, the furthest corner of the world; far away so he could never be discovered. He was the highest pristine professor of his university; his own father was the saviour of Earth, champion of the Martial arts tournament, and soul as white as the snow itself. If word got out about his kink; a professor, the son of Goku paying for men to beat him until he got off; the scandal would be… Gohan shivered, he didn’t want to think about it. The questions, oh god he didn’t want to think about the questions, why Gohan why? How else could he explain it, other than in simple terms? He lived in a strict controlling lifestyle, doing everything correct and proper in the sake of his family; his mother’s pressure mostly. His father was the strongest man on earth, and he second; Gohan just couldn’t handle it, and when he stumbled into this world, it felt right. He liked the lost of control, the abuse, pain; chaotic, wrong, perfect.



            “Whatever would you’re daddy say, hmmm.” Vegeta walked over, holding something menacing in hand. “What would he say to a son, who likes to put his cock in men? Hmm? A son whom likes to be beaten by another man?” Vegeta held Gohan’s chin, parting the man’s lips. “Don’t move an inch daddy’s little disappointment.” Vegeta revealed a folded rough leather belt, he rubbed it around Gohan’s face, nearly purring at the hurt in his victim’s eyes from his words, and yet his cock throbbed harder with each syllable spoken; Vegeta grinned evilly, he found the perfect victim. He pulled back the belt, raising his arm he brought it down, creating an echoing slap across Gohan’s cheek. Vegeta sucked in a breath when he heard the sharp hiss come from his victim, he gave the other cheek the same treatment; never one to be neglectful. Gohan whined when Vegeta pushed the belt to his cheek again rubbing the rough edges in deeper.

            “Hmm do you like that?” Vegeta raised his arm once again, only to send the belt down harshly once again, striking Gohan on the shoulder, the sharp slapping sound of leather against flesh thrilled him. “You want more of this?” Again another crack, smacking effectively on the man’s rips, not stopping Vegeta brought down the belt continually, creating red markings over every inch of flesh, no flesh neglected of his abusive care. Vegeta chuckled menacingly. “You want me to stop?” He purred.

            Gohan sobbed, the pain great, his body afire with the sensations, the chafing and burning of the leather seared through him, and yet, his cocked pulsated and begged for release, wantonly and needy for the pleasure only the master could provide. “You know what scum.” Vegeta paused, using the belt to guide Gohan’s head upwards, their eyes locked and Vegeta’s snicker made him moan. “You know what? I don’t give a flying fuck what you want.” Vegeta brought the belt down across Gohan’s cheek once again with a flick of a sturdy wrist.

            Vegeta smiled, flicking the belt behind him, he moved in closer. “Hmm, what do I want to do to you? I already have electrocuted you, whipped you, burned you…” Vegeta leaned in further and whispered in Gohan’s ear. “Penetrated you…” Gohan almost cried out in sheer need with the close proximity the master, he longed desperately to touch, to feel, taste. The strong musk of the master sent him sailing, his body set ablaze with the potent want to touch. Vegeta smirked when an idea struck him. “Lie down and your stomach and don’t move faggot.”

            Gohan listened, trembling in anticipation; wondering what the master had in mind. His eyes closed tightly when the master came near. “Lift your ass.” Gohan didn’t even think, just did, hiking his hips upwards, leaving his ass vulnerable to the master’s wickedness. Vegeta grinned, reaching a hand out, pulling the cheeks apart by his covered finger tips, exposing the wrinkled hole of his slave. He spat down on it, making Gohan wiggle on the floor. Vegeta sneered. “I told you not to move faggot!” Vegeta plunged the long blunt object deep in the depths of Gohan’s entrance making his victim scream and write on the floor. “That’s right you fuck, squirm on the floor like the worm you are.” Vegeta growled, pressing the phallus in deeper, watching intently with a satisfying grin. “Turn over, and clench down tightly on that plastic cock, don’t let it slip out or you will regret it. I promise you that.” He purred deeply at the pained expression morphing the youthful face of his subject.

            Gohan moved in jittery motions, his body rickety from his treatment; but he would be lying if he said he didn’t like it, the lost of control, the abuse, oh the pain was a gift wrapped and topped off with a bow. The phallus lodged within him, did its best to slide out, each movement caused a stinging ache, and with all his willpower and body control he clenched, holding it in place, fighting his body’s natural reaction to expel any foreign object.

            Gohan bitten down on his bottom lip when he faced the master, a chill of apprehension filled him when he saw the glint of a blade; his mind screamed the safety word, instead he held on, curious about this new oncoming treatment. He waited.

            “You’ve been coming here a lot bitch.” Vegeta’s voice portrayed affection, his words revulsion. “You are a sick fuck, disgusting little worm.” Vegeta pulled up Gohan’s head by his hair, his eyes flashing dangerously. His sadistic glee amplifying with each passing second, it’s been a long time since he found one whom could handle his cruelty, and his blood sang for more as he waved the blade in the eyes of his victim; pleased when the safety word was not uttered. For extra incentive he pressed it to the collarbone of the body below, adding pressure; waiting. His eyes locked on Gohan’s, it was all the more thrilling to him once he saw fright and acceptance all at once, and he allowed his blood lust to over take him. He watched intently as he pulled downwards, to the crest of the man’s perfectly formed chest, mouth watering at the sight of the deep red line, and the bubble of freshly spilt blood; his wanted a taste.

            Gohan moan, shocked by his own reaction, he moaned and ached under a blade, an object that was suppose to do nothing more than inflict pain and kill; he found pleasure. His body locked under him once he felt the gloved fingertip slide in the wound, smothering the glove with crimson, he watched transfixed as that finger moved up to the lips of the master, his balls constricted tightly as the master smeared his blood over his lips, and slowly licked it up, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth to suck the flavour from them; Gohan whined, he never witness something so erotic. “Your blood is sweet. Can you fill my apatite slut?” Vegeta pressed the blade under the defined abs, tracing them, turning it into a dimensional red art. Vegeta placed the blade down, only to smooth and spread the blood over his victim’s body, letting out a loose groan at the hissing painful moans filling his ears.

            Gohan felt the master himself tremble, it was subtle, untraceable to the untrained eye, but he saw it; he felt it, which accelerated his infatuation, he needed to feel it more often. He grew worrisome when the master stood above him, concern that he had done something wrong to end this. His heart stopped when he saw the master begin to undo his belt and button. “I’ve never experienced you before.” Vegeta smirked, his voice low and sturdy as he spoke. “You gained a level slut. I will use you for my own pleasure. You are nothing more than a toy now. A piece of equipment, just like this belt here.” Vegeta pulled his belt from the holes, hanging it from his hand. He gave his toy a toothy grin, and cracked the belt down on the bleeding chest below, groaning at the sounds of the contact and the sharp yelp expelled. Vegeta brought the bloody belt to his mouth and laved the liquid away, nearly shivering at the taste. Once the taste had been tasted away he allowed it to drop to the floor, continuing the removal of his achingly hard arousal. “Come toy, suck my cock.”

            Gohan’s mouth became dry; the honour he received was weighed down with his intense worry; what if he didn’t do a good job? For months he was just an animal to be beaten and abused by the master, nothing more, and now, he was the master’s toy; he couldn’t fuck this up, the honour to finally touch the master was something he didn’t want to ruin. He lightly pushed himself mentally, he was over thinking this, he knew what felt good to him, he just needed to do the same for the master; the master may have been a godly being to him, but he was still a mortal, a mortal with a very erect member that needed attention. He moved forward reaching out with his hands.

“No!” Vegeta smacked his toy with a fierce blow. “Just your mouth, a toy has no right to touch.” Vegeta pulled Gohan’s head up, snarling at him with unadulterated fury. “Now do it, stupid fucking toy.”

Gohan quivered, parting his lips, he took the steely flesh into his hot moist mouth. He suckled the head, becoming accustomed to the fleshy object, slowly pushing his head down, testing the limits of his gag reflex. Vegeta never being the serene lover grew tired of his toy’s slow pace, he weaved a hand behind Gohan’s head, his gloved thumb hooked inside Gohan’s mouth, securing his bottom jaw with his hand. Vegeta pried Gohan’s mouth to open further; in one quick fluid motion Vegeta buried himself to the hilt, hissing his pleasure through clench teeth. He smiled widely hearing Gohan’s choking gasps, and urging; he remained still, not pulling free, suffocating his toy: he only pulled halfway out when he saw his toy’s cheeks turn blue.

The master’s chuckle tickled Gohan’s ears, tears blurred his vision, and the cock in his mouth jerked; the taste wonderful. He didn’t know what to think once the master begun to abuse his mouth in deep intense penetrations. Gohan did his best to gain his wits about him, he remembered someone saying techniques on deep throating; swallow, breath and swallow, which he started.

Vegeta hissed each time his cock stroked deep in his toy’s throat, his toy’s painful moaning sent vibrations throughout his girth. He couldn’t continue like this, he wanted to have a little more fun; he needed to initiate his toy into its new duties. Vegeta pulled Gohan away violently by his hair, nearly tossing him back down to the floor. He growled loudly, baring his teeth to his toy, his fingers hooked his pants and underwear, hauling them down he nearly glided over his toy, his predatory gaze never leaving the mass of quivering flesh sprawled onto the floor.

“You will not make a sound, you will not move, and if you dare touch me…” Vegeta fell to his knees’ straddling his toy’s hips, he moved in closer, the top of his suite scraping against the dried wounds making them re-open, he whispered threateningly to his toy. “I’ll kill you.” He pulled his head back slightly, gazing into Gohan’s wide eyes. Gohan shivered when in those sinful eyes promised him fire with brimstone, and an eternal damnation; he turned his head to the side, accepting the judgment.

Vegeta was a very sadistic bastard, something he accepted a long time ago, but something not many knew of him, he had quite a masochistic streak as well. Vegeta reached behind his waist taking a hold of Gohan’s painfully erect cock, the tip wet from pre-cum, making it sticky and slick all in the same. Vegeta licked his lips, flashing his dark mysterious eyes down to his toy, watching the reactions play across the youthful face. Vegeta sank down quickly, impaling himself in a flash, throwing his head back sucking in a quick breath, the engulfing burning pain raced through him, and all he could do was quiver on top of his toy.

Gohan, on the other hand, he had bitten through his bottom lip, chomping down immediately to quell the scream that bubbled in his throat. The tight choke hold, he shuddered brutally under the master, he fought against his body’s reaction to take a hold of those enticing hips and slam upwards; he knew better, he had no control, instead he let his arms fall to each side, and keep control of himself.

Vegeta leaned back, putting more weight on the cock embedded deep in his body, doing his best to take more in, feeling the pressure on his prostate made him almost tremble; it had been far too long since he felt a sturdy cock inside him, and he nearly writhe in delight as he moved his hips. Vegeta’s hands took a hold of Gohan’s knees, bracing himself in the best position, he started to move, snapping his hips up and down quickly, harder and harder, groaning loudly each time he made the tip of his toy’s cock strike his prostate mercilessly.

Gohan whined lowly, not daring to part his lips, afraid he would start moaning loudly. How could he not, when the most delicious ass moved up and down on his cock, using him, riding him like a mechanical bull. He opted to watching, the master’s cock was nearly hidden under the dress shirt and jacket, just giving him hints, like a peep show, watched in awe as his thick girth appeared and disappeared inside the master’s gluttonous hole. Gohan was nearly screaming in delight in the depths of his mind, the only place safe to do so; his cock pulsed, signalling his near.

Vegeta paused his up and down motion in favour of grinding in circler motions, letting that cock massage his inner walls. He looked down to his toy with lidded eyes. “Don’t you dare cum.” Vegeta clenched his teeth when the cock deep inside him rubbed against his prostate roughly. He pulled himself up once again to sink down, slowly, fully, until he was filled wholly once again, and grinded. He growled when he heard the whine coming from his toy, and with a quick back hand silenced him. “You are not to cum slut!” Vegeta snarled, feeling evil he started the violent ride again, speeding the pace, bringing out his own maximum pleasure. His fingers raked down the sliced flesh, feeling it bleed through once again, only heightened him. He bounced roughly, panting, feeling the hot coil in his belly ready to snap; he denied himself for too long already, this appointment taking too much of his time. He reached for his cock pumping it harshly, nearly squeezing the tip too hard causing more pain then pleasure. His pants gave away to short groans; his head lulled to the side, the look of needy agony on his toy was what he needed to tip over the edge. A slab of electrifying heat pulsed through him, his body locked, seizing him momentarily as his seed spilled all over his hand.

Gohan arched unable to stop the movement, the tightness of the master’s entrance robbed him of his ability to think and control his body, he whimpered, wishing he could fill the master with his love. He let out a sob, once the master above him begun to convulse through his climax around him. He was so close, all he needed was one thing, the ache, the need, and want was consuming him, making him nearly delirious.

Vegeta pulled away, removing himself from the throbbing cock. His legs trembled, and nearly buckled as he stood, not use to such activities. He stumbled back slightly, grateful his toy was far too gone to see the kind of state his cock put him in. Vegeta gathered his pants, wiping some sweat from his brow, he regain his composer, and started to walk away, into his chambers.

Gohan almost cried out, ready to break the arrangement all together by begging and pleading to the master for release. He kneeled up, shaking violently, his body raked with violent tremors, his mouth dry, and eyes watery with frustrated tears. It seems the master felt some pity, before he disappeared into his chambers the master halted, giving Gohan a sideways glance, he spoke one word quietly. “Cum.”

Gohan arched in two, his sac nearly went up into his belly, and he came with such severity he almost passed out, all the blood drained from him centering to the core of his great climax. He laid there on the floor covered in blood, sweat, tears, and his own release, numb and tingling with such euphoric ambience, a smile tugged the corner of his bloodied lip; same time next week…

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Cara2012: Heheh yes he does, I don’t really like the idea of him having a short life span like us, I want him around forever! And the hell to the no! I use it all the time hehehe. Thank you for reviewing xoxo

Weepingwillows: I was wondering what happen to you, you usually review most of the time, I was beginning to think you moved on L Thank you, and I deviated into the dark with this one, I do enjoy Vegeta being an evil bastard…. I got issues.

Ranni-Lou: Awe thank you so much, I am glad you like the first three chapters. I hope I didn’t scare you with this one :S

Mjmusiclover: Thank you soo much xoxo I love hearing from you, and vegeta and Goten are far too rare I had to sink my teeth into it!

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Vegetasfangurl: Thank you, I know I got all full of angst with the third chapter, and It made me feel deeply for the couple and I am glad my writing skills was able to imprint those feelings to my readers XD

Animeslave19: I had to do Goten/Vegeta, just seemed like the right one for the job at the time, and I am happy I stuck with it, was going to use Gohan, but I had other plans for him *snicker* Yeah I was hoping that any of my readers try it, one-shot, chapter fic, hell just a porn, or a picture of porn of these two (Vegeta and Brolly) would make me a very happy panda haha and I’ll love them for eternity lol
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