A Rebel\'s Heart

Bardock winced in surprise to feel the silky soft band tied around the base of his arousal before his sire's hands and mouth set his body even more aflame, his teasing tongue and fingers on his nipples sending tiny electric jolts straight to his loins. His back arched involuntarily as not a sensitive inch of him was neglected, save of course his straining manhood which stood as proudly as it vehemently begged attention. But the king was in no hurry, moving slowly up the inside of his thighs with teasing bites and sucking at their soft skin, just close enough to the source of his heat, whose scent drove King Vegeta insane with lust. But he'd awaited this far too long to be rushed.

"Sire, please..." Bardock groaned, appalled at the pleading tone of his voice. Another time he would have shown himself more obstinate, but not now, especially not now...

"You see, when you want to," King Vegeta purred approvingly, a growl resonating in his chest as his tongue snaked its way up Bardock's sensitive length to its darkened tip, his mustache and goatee tickling his skin.

Bardock cried out at the unexpected contact, pulling at the sashes that bound his wrists, his back arching involuntarily. Sheer bliss overtook his neglected senses, finding himself so sensitive that the least contact of his warm tongue flooded him with sensations so intense they had him keening for more, not even minding the fact that the king kept up his teasing for a cruel length of time before finally taking his rigid length into his warm mouth, gently sucking while his balls and tail were lightly stroked.

Bardock's would be cries were almost speechless, and the king's moistened fingers slipping into him one by one working their magic had his head thrown back, his eyelids fluttering as his hips opened invitingly, thrusting wantonly until he was pleading for release to his own surprise, which pleased King Vegeta immensely.

"Excellent, Bardock," the king said with a smirk, "I always knew you'd be good." He untied the sashes binding Bardock's ankles and turned him facedown, the binds crossing his wrists over his head. "You're really a natural sub, aren't you?" He ran his strong fingers approvingly through Bardock's spiked hair that fell in his face, and the latter nodded. "Do you deserve me yet?"

"Only if you think so, Majesty," Bardock managed, his body screaming from the dull ache caused by loss of contact to his pulsing member, yet holding obstinately to his proud will.

"Very well," King Vegeta's rough voice said smugly, "Let us see if I think so." Bardock released a deep groan as he felt himself slowly filled with his king's thick heat until he was all the way in. For a moment he stayed that way, keeping Bardock's hips lifted high, gripping them forcefully as he writhed sensually against him, drawing welcome moans from Bardock until he was lulled into a trance, his prostrate contracting with deliciously sparkling sensations at its constant pressure.

Taking him by surprise, King Vegeta withdrew completely before shoving hard into him, making Bardock cry out sharply at the addicting pleasure-pain he secretly craved. He thrust into him thus repeatedly until the pleasure-pain gave way to an unrelenting build-up of sensation that had Bardock on one hand striving for precious release, on the other willing it to continue. He needed this. It did, for so long that finally Bardock gave in and threw his composure to the winds.

"Please, Sire, let me come!" he pleaded, sweat dripping from his trembling body.

"Bardock," the king said with amusement, stroking his throbbing member teasingly with his fingertips, making him whimper with yearning. It was not enough, and Bardock only groaned helplessly. "Do you want this done right, or do you just want it done?" That was a good question. Did he truly want it yet? Silently he allowed him to take his body as he pleased, finding a shocking pleasure in surrendering and submitting himself no less than completely and enjoying the hell out of it, his ecstatic moans pleasing his master immensely.

Then King Vegeta surprised Bardock by untying the sash that blocked his shaft and denied his orgasm, then slammed into him as he pumped his neglected cock in time to his deep, hard thrusts.

Both were now exclaiming incoherently between heavy, shuddering pants and gasps as their orgasm climbed its remaining inch and swirled in their aching loins before pulsing forth in warm jets, giving them the most intense relief they'd ever known before their bodies relaxed and went limp from exertion.

Bardock was vaguely aware of his wrists being untied and the king approvingly petting his hair as he basked in his euphoric afterglow. Yes, it was worth it, his mind supplied as an undertow of peace tugged him tranquilly to sleep.
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TBC...