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A tiny twist in time	By : thePrincesJewel Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�� Brolli
frowned. Zarbon had finally taken him out of the tank, and he felt much better,
but the man kept asking him questions. As usual, Brolli didn�t know how he was
supposed to answer. �I�m a boy?� he asked hesitantly.

�� I
did not ask you your sex, but if you had had sex,� Zarbon replied with a laugh.
�I suppose you do not know what I mean, again.�

�� Miserable,
Brolli hung his head. �No,� he confessed.

�� Are
you a virgin?�

�� What�s
a virgin?�

�� Your
father kept you very sheltered,� Zarbon commented. �I find it odd, some of the
things you�ve never heard of, compared to what you do know. Let me make it more
simple then: Have you ever been kissed?�

�� Kissed,
Master?� Shamed eyes peeked up from under a fringe of dark hair. �What is
that?�

�� I
suppose I shall have to demonstrate. Firstly, thus.� A light brushing of lips
against his forehead. Brolli shivered, and shook his head. The lips moved on,
brushing at the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose. He giggled a
little, but shook his head once more. Zarbon tipped his head, his lips trailing
over cheekbones to trace delicately over the corded neck. Brolli whimpered,
moving so that Zarbon could touch him like that even more. He heard the older
man chuckle before those lips latched on and Zarbon sucked.

�� Brolli
clutched at the ridiculous pink things Zarbon wore on his arms, whining
pitifully as Zarbon moved from his neck to cover his mouth. A tongue swiped
against his lips, then delved between them. He opened his mouth eagerly,
meeting Zarbon�s tongue with his own, trying to pull the man back as he drew
away.

�� Have
you ever been kissed before now, little pet?�

�� No.
Will you do it again?�

�� Later,
perhaps.� Zarbon frowned down at the needy boy in his arms. There was no use
trying to think of Brolli as a young man, though he�d tried. The boy was too
innocent of life, too transparently in need of affection � any affection � for
Zarbon to consider him anything but a child, unless he focused only on the
superb lithely muscled form. He stroked his fingers down the boy�s sides,
inducing a ragged, uncertain purr.

�� Next
question. Have you ever given pleasure to another with your mouth? Ever licked
or sucked another person until they cried out with pleasure?�

�� No.�
Wide eyes looked up at him. �Is that like kissing? Are you going to show me how
to do that, too?�

�� Zarbon
caressed unruly spikes. �I will teach you how to pleasure me in that way. Now,
have you ever put this,� his hand closed over Brolli�s cock, stroked it gently,
�into someone else�s body?�

�� Brolli�s
eyes were closed, his head thrown back. Clearly, he�d never received another�s
touch in this way, and his gasped, �No!� rather confirmed Zarbon�s opinion that
he would be training a virgin. Brolli mewled when he was released, but Zarbon
cupped his cheek.

�� Shh,
little one. I will make you feel better after one last question. Your anus �
you do know what that is? Good. � has anyone ever put anything into it?
Anything at all? A finger, a penis, a probe? Anything?�

�� Wide
eyes widened further. Brolli pressed against his hand, shivering. �No, nothing,
ever, Master.�

�� Then
you are a virgin, and you�ve never had sex,� Zarbon said with considerable
satisfaction. �I will enjoy your training rather a lot, I believe, little pet.�

�� Yes,
Master. Will you kiss me again now?� Zarbon wasted no time in pulling the young
Saiyan onto his lap. He plundered the boy�s mouth thoroughly, allowing his
hands to trail over sensitive skin. Brolli whimpered and moaned into his mouth,
nearly whining when Zarbon switched to suckling his neck while stroking him to
fullness. The touch of a furry tail around his own cock took him by surprise,
but the slide and pull stilled his objections.

�� Zarbon
moaned his own pleasure against the boy�s neck, twisting them so that they lay
on the bed, the Saiyan under him. Uncertain fingers began their own
explorations as the tail curled and furled against him. He stroked down,
released the boy entirely, and tweaked a very responsive nipple. Brolli arched
up against him, moaning, broken Saiyan spilling from his lips. Zarbon captured
them, silencing him, as he rubbed his fur-encased cock against the youth�s
groin

�� Brolli
froze for a single instant before his tail was tightly wrapped around his own
waist, his body tense and terrified under Zarbon. The older man sat up, calmly
undoing his braid as he examined the utterly flaccid state his pet had been
unaccountably reduced to. �Tell me,� he said at last, �why you stopped.�

�� I
mustn�t do that,� Brolli whispered. Zarbon watched in fascination as tears
gathered at the corners of the boy�s eyes. �Mustn�t ever touch myself.�

�� What
happens if you do?�

�� Father
broke all the bones in my tail, one at a time, all out of order, and he took a
day to do it. When it healed a little, he did it again; just to be sure I�d
learned my lesson. And he let everyone play with it while it was broken. They
could touch or stroke or pull, and I had to let them or he would curl it up on
my bottom and spank me until I couldn�t scream anymore.�

�� I
see.� The damage had been done. The boy was so tense, so scared, that Zarbon
doubted he would be able to coax another erection out of him anytime soon. �He
did the same thing each time he caught you?� A nod. �And how many times, how
far apart, Pet?�

�� The
first time, I wasn�t so tall as now.� Brolli reached out, fingers trembling, to
draw a line just below Zarbon�s ribs. �I was that tall on Father the first
time.�

�� Zarbon
caught the trembling hand, kissing each finger gently before releasing it.
Brolli stared at him, eyes wide, bright with terrified confusion. �The second
time, I was this tall.� This time, the line he drew was from nipple to nipple.
Zarbon shivered, able to enjoy the touch, if displeased by the reason. He
kissed the boy�s palm this time. �The third, I reached his nose.� The tip of
one finger touched his nose. Zarbon tipped his head to suck the offending digit
into his mouth. He rolled his tongue over the Saiyan�s finger, and allowed the
boy to pull it free.

�� And
the fourth?�

�� The
fourth was the last time.� Brolli wouldn�t look at him, and had clenched his
fingers together over his stomach. �I hadn�t even meant to. I didn�t know I
was!� Tears slipped free. �But my tail was there, wrapped around that, and
Father was standing over the bed. I hadn�t even figured out why when he broke
the first bone and twisted that when he did it. He broke so many of them so
fast, and he twisted that part of me every time he broke one, but I didn�t mean
to and I promise I promise I won�t do it again, so please! Please don�t break
my tail!�

�� Give
me your tail, Pet,� Zarbon replied. Dark, terrified eyes met his for only a
moment before slipping closed. Defeated resignation wrote itself across the
boy�s face as a sleek, flattened-furred tail was deposited to rest in his
hands. Zarbon felt along the bones, remembering how the boy had twitched and
flinched before he�d gone into the tank, and saw the same reaction though the
bones had healed. �Tell me, Pet, when was the last time?�

�� Only
a little while before I first saw you,� Brolli whispered. �Please, Master, I
won�t do it again. Please don�t break my tail?�

�� Zarbon
considered his options even as he spoke. �I�ve no intention of breaking your
tail, Pet. However, you will learn to touch yourself with it by the end of this
week, or I will take it, entirely.�

�� Take
it?� Brolli repeated. �I don�t understand, Master, how would you take it?�

�� I
will cut it off your backside, and force you to wear it wrapped around your
penis until a new tail grows back, or it rots.�

�� Master?�

�� What?�

�� How
long is it until the end of the week?�

�� Zarbon
stuck the tail in his mouth and sucked, hard. Brolli yelped, then writhed
beneath him as he added a swirling tongue to the suction. He crouched down over
the youth, his hair spilling onto the Saiyan�s chest and over his shoulders to
pool on the bed. He pulled the tail free, releasing it entirely, and captured
the gasping mouth. �Three ship cycles, Pet,� he murmured as he drew back. He
sat up again, staring down at his pet, then shifted, pushing the boy from his
bed to the floor.

�� You
will receive no touches or kisses until those three cycle are up. You are
forbidden to touch anyone else, or to allow anyone else to touch you, until you
are able to touch and tease yourself with your tail. Do you understand me?�

�� Yes,
Master.� The young Saiyan crawled to the mat in the corner Zarbon had
designated as his bed. The last few cycles had been heaven for him, if
confusing. He�d never been touched so gently before in his life, nor so often
without pain. No one had ever shown him that his tail could be used to do more
than hurt him, but Zarbon had used it to create intense sensations that he
couldn�t name and craved to feel again. Now, it was to be as it was before,
with no touch, or rather, no painless touches.

�� Brolli
shivered. He never touched his own tail except for when he had it wrapped
around his waist. He had rarely used it to touch others, and was used to only
feeling pain when it was in another�s hands. Now his fingers crept cautiously
for the twitching fur that he kept pulling out of his own reach.

�� His
master was sleeping before his anger at himself overrode his sense. He grabbed
for his tail, slashing it wildly into his palm, and closed his fist tightly to
prevent himself from pulling free. A familiar lancing pain shot up his spine;
teeth bit through a lower lip to stifle the pained whine that wanted to escape.
Brolli refused to let go, pulling his reluctant, newly broken tail to that
other thing that had only been used for pain before his Master, and wrapped his
tail tightly around it.

�� Too
tightly, but he ignored the painful pull and captured tail and penis with his
free hand before loosing his other to make sure he couldn�t escape himself.
More whining threatened to escape as fragile bone snapped in his grip, blood
flowing from his bitten lip as he refused to cave into the pain. His Master
said he had to touch himself if he wanted the gentle touches. He would learn,
because Master wanted him to touch himself. He would learn, because otherwise
Master would be just like Father, and he would never be touched gently again.

�� Both
hands wrapped tightly around his most sensitive parts. Brolli let the tears
flow; let the blood flow as another bone cracked under the force of his grip.
He could feel the bruises forming, but he dared not relax his grip, because he
was still trying to pull his abused tail free. He couldn�t relax until he
stopped trying to escape himself.

�� Zarbon
dropped the dish of meat by the boy, refilled the water dish. �Are you touching
yourself, Pet?�

�� Yes,
Master.� Brolli sat back, spreading his legs so his master could see the tail
wrapped around his penis.

�� Good
boy. Perhaps I shall give you a bit of a reward.� Zarbon dropped one hand to
card through matted spikes. �You need a bath, Pet. Take one before I return.
Use your tail to clean yourself for me.�

�� Yes,
Master,� Brolli agreed, watching from beneath his fringe as the green braid
bounced off his master�s ass one last time before vanishing as the door closed.
He turned his attention o the meal left for him, but left it. Instead, he
crawled, painfully slow, to the bathing room.

�� Carefully,
he adjusted the taps the way his master had shown him, and filled the deep tub
before levering himself into the heated pool. He soaked for a few minutes
before kneeling and reaching for the soap. Brolli whimpered quietly as he
soaped up his tail and rubbed it briskly over as much of his body as his hands
could force it to reach. Rinsing was easier, since he only needed to collapse
back into the tub, and rub at the fur to get all the soap free.

�� He
washed his hair next, scrubbing out the blood that caused the matting his
master had discovered. He rinsed his face again when he was done, feeling the
sluggish dripping of freshly welled blood from his recently scrubbed wounds,
until the water was a light pink. He gave up then and emptied the tub. It was
easy enough to get himself out of the tub, harder to force any sort of order
onto his hair. He persevered, until the long locks were securely braided and
tied in place. He rewrapped his tail around himself, using another of Zarbon�s
many ties to ensure the broken thing could not fall free, and took the added
precaution of breaking six of the bones nearest his backside to ensure he
wouldn�t continue to attempt to jerk loose.

�� Brolli
crawled back over to his mat. His blood blended well with the mat�s color, but
it already smelled. Zarbon�s scenting must be less than his own, if he hadn�t
smelt it. Brolli quickly bundled the mat and shoved it through the hole for
dirty clothing before stripping Zarbon�s bed and sending the bedding after his
mat.

�� A
fresh mat and bedding from the closet soon took the place of the dirtied items.
Brolli tidied up a few other things, then returned to the bathroom to scrub out
the tub. Those tasks complete, he returned to his mat. He settled on his
stomach, trapping his tail-wrapped penis between himself and the floor, and put
his hands behind his back. He stayed in that position until his hunger grew to
the point he could no longer ignore it. He rocked forward, grinding his groin into
the mat, in order to get a bite of the cubed meat Zarbon had left for him.

�� He
counted the pain as his punishment for still not being able to touch himself
willingly, and went for another bite.

�� Well,
Zarbon, how is your pet Saiyan�s training coming?�

�� Quite
well, Lord Frieza. It seems his father kept him quite sheltered. He is
astonishingly eager to learn to please me,� Zarbon replied carefully.

�� Only
you, Zarbon?� Frieza demanded sharply.

�� Oh,
by the time I am through training him, he will be as eager to please Dodoria or
the entirety of the Ginyu Force as he will to please me alone.� Zarbon smiled,
thinking of the pretty child he�d left in his rooms. �I have no doubts about
this, my lord.�

�� Let
me know when he is trained enough to be of use.�

�� Of
course, my lord, but it may be some time.�

�� Why
is that?�

�� Zarbon
examined the screen in front of him. �He is completely uneducated, my lord. The
child doesn�t even know how to masturbate yet, much less give another pleasure.
It seems his father was one of those.�

�� Ew.
Very well. Let me know how his training proceeds.�

�� Of
course, Lord Frieza. Now, this E�arth that gave your Saiyans so much trouble�.�

�� Two
hours before the end of the third cycle, Brolli presented himself to the small
medical lab where Zarbon had taken him once before. He spent an hour and a half
in the tank before hurrying back to Zarbon�s quarters. He took a quick shower
and fought his hair back into a braid before going to kneel next to his
master�s bed.

�� Zarbon
entered the room exactly four minutes later, and brought company. �Pet, come
sit on my lap.�

�� Brolli
moved willingly, curling into Zarbon�s lap with a little sigh of pleasure, tail
curling lazily along his cock. Zarbon stroked his tail, flicking the head of
his cock with a thumbnail when he reached it. �Go give Jeice a kiss for me,
Pet.�

�� He�s
a pretty thing, for a monkey.�

�� He
is.� Zarbon gave the departing rump a soft smack, smiling as Brolli flowed into
Jeice�s lap with no hesitation, and began to kiss him. �He�s very affectionate,
as well.�

�� A
flushed, panting Jeice agreed before greedily kissing his pet again, orange
fingers busily mapping the boy�s skin. �I�d like your assistance in training
him.�

�� Oh,
yeah?� Jeice grabbed the boy�s braid, pulling him slightly away from himself.
�Why�s that?�

�� Hadn�t
you heard?� Zarbon jibbed. �That Saiyan is a virgin. Completely and totally
uncorrupted. You�re the second person to ever kiss him. When it is time to
teach him about double penetration, I want you to help him lose his virginity
in that regard.�

�� How
soon?� Jeice was stroking the boy�s tail-wrapped cock, his pet making the most
appealing little noises as he wriggled on the man�s lap. Muscled legs spread to
allow the orange fingers more room to play.

�� Hm.
Come here, Brolli.� The boy slid from Jeice�s lap with gratifying promptness to
curl back up against him. He turned the boy to face his guest, urged the boy to
spread and lift his legs as he stroked the length of tail and dripping cock.
Semen-slicked fingers probed at the boy�s rear, Jeice watching closely as
Zarbon pressed two fingers through the tight ring.

�� Brolli
whined, his tail uncurling from his cock to wrap around Zarbon�s wrist. To both
men�s surprise, the boy forced Zarbon�s fingers deeper instead of trying to pull
him out. Zarbon obliged him, twisting and scissoring his fingers until he made
the youth arch and wail in pleasure. Semen coated the boy�s stomach and chest,
a few drops clinging to both his face and Zarbon�s. Zarbon continued to lazily
finger him as he watched Jeice approach.

�� Lemme
lick you clean, Zarbon. And the kid, too.�

�� He
nodded. Jeice licked the droplets from his cheek. �The boy�s sweet. You had a
taste? Oh, you gotta try.� Jeice licked a long line from the boy�s stomach to a
nipple, and kissed him. Zarbon opened his mouth, and had to agree his boy was
sweet. When Jeice dove back for more, he turned his pet enough to lick the
semen from his face and neck.

�� The
youth moaned, arching beneath their tongues, his cock quickly refilling as
Zarbon continued to finger him. A third finger joined the first two. �Touch
yourself, Pet. Stroke yourself with your tail.�

�� Fur
slid against his wrist and Jeice let out a yelp as it brushed him on its way to
the boy�s cock. Zarbon could feel the rhythmic strokes against his wrist as the
boy began to pleasure himself. He indulged himself with the boy�s mouth,
feeling Jeice�s weight as the man pressed himself against them as he licked
semen and teased taut nipples. �Suck him, Jeice,� he commanded, and smirked as
the boy gasped into his kiss when the other did as ordered.

�� It
wasn�t very much longer before the boy was gasping and moaning, pleading in
broken Saiyan mixed with Ship Standard. Zarbon smiled, adding a fourth finger
and pushing in hard. Brolli screamed, convulsing on his lap. Jeice pulled free
shortly afterward, to lazily lick the sticky cock and tail clean. Zarbon pulled
his fingers free, prompting more leakage for Jeice, and teasingly offered his
fingers. Jeice sucked each one as eagerly as he�d sucked the boy.

�� From
his response, I don�t imagine it will be very long,� Zarbon said complacently.
�Come back in a week, and we�ll see how he�s progressed. Perhaps by then I�ll
have trained him enough that he�ll be able to take care of this for you.� He
stroked Jeice�s straining erection, smiling as Jeice shuddered under his touch.
He rose, put the boy in his bed, and went back to his guest.

�� Clothing
was peeled down only enough to provide access, mouth finding a rigid cock and
tongue swirling as he sucked the other to rapid completion. Jeice left dazed
and happy. Zarbon returned to his bed, admiring the young Saiyan sprawled
haphazardly across it. �I think, Pet, it�s time to learn something new.�

�� Yes,
please, Master!�

�� Zarbon
crawled between splayed legs. �You�re ready for me now, my Brolli?�

�� Yes�?�

�� He
heard the question. �You wanted my fingers to be in deeper, Brolli? To fill
you, to stretch you, to make you mine?�

�� Oh,
yes, Master!� The young cock stirred, valiantly trying to respond to the boy�s
lust.

�� You
are ready to become mine, my Pet?� He spread the boy�s legs more, pushed them
back and apart.

�� Please,
please, Master!�

�� He
positioned himself as Brolli�s tail slid over his cock as it had his wrist,
tiny little tugs urging him to press and take. He thrust into Saiyan heat,
captured the cry as the boy shrieked in pained pleasure. Hands gripped his
shoulders, shifted to grab his hips and urge him deeper. Zarbon took his Saiyan
fully, deeply, responding to every gasped, begging cry of �Oh, please,� and
�Master!� and the wordless, vocal urgings from the willing, wriggling, eager
boy with deeper, harder thrusts and slightly shifted positions.

�� Brolli
writhed, mind alight with the various touches his master was gifting him with.
His body strained to assure that no part of Zarbon did not touch his at some
point, his mouth gasping the words and sounds that made his Master touch him
more. That strange feeling was building again, more intense and more complex
than when Master had let Jeice touch him as well.

�� Mad
with pleasure, Brolli let himself free, offered his everything to the
green-haired beauty who had given him so much he had never known. His power
built around them, the limiters unable to keep up with the energy he produced,
and his tail and fingers raked Zarbon�s back, sides, and ass. His tail stroked
down the cleft, found the same opening on Zarbon that the man was using to give
him such wonder, and he tried to return the favor.

�� Zarbon
slammed his hips hard into the young Saiyan, eyes wild as the boy�s furry tail
probed his insides. The boy arched, baring his neck, his power crackling the
air around them. Zarbon lunged, teeth breaking skin as the boy thrust into him
once more. A wordless wail of utter satisfaction escaped the boy as he bit down
harder and shoved deeper. The boy convulsed under and around him, orgasm
rippling violently as the youth wrapped arms and legs around Zarbon and wailed.
Zarbon�s own body responded, leaving him spent and shaken at the force of their
coupling.

�� He
rolled, the boy with him, and he pulled the blond head to his chest, tucked
comfortably under his chin. It wasn�t until hours later he realized his little
Saiyan pet had done the impossible, and dropped his soup in his lap.
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