Through My Eyes
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,010
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I own nothing of DBZ & am making no financial profit writing fanfiction.
Chapter 6
17 pulled Turles back up to remove the ice pack, vigorously rubbed his hands together and one warm palm closed around his clamoring length, turning his sigh of relief to a cry for mercy.
"17, please!" Turles' voice became a whimper, his earlier visions overwhelming him again, more real this time.
"Patience." Slowly 17 stroked his throbbing manhood, his fingers playing at one stiffened nipple while his lips and tongue took the other. Turles groaned approvingly, then the fingers pulled hard and his lips gave way to teeth. Turles' lusty cries told 17 what he wanted to hear and before Turles knew it he was turned facedown on the couch, his legs pulled back so that he was bent over it.
His hands and arms were also bound tightly behind his back with heavy, cold silvery chains that cut into his skin, a third wound around his neck like a choke chain.
Turles stilled, wondering just how sadistic 17 was and what he had planned, though was too horny to question him. Three fingers were pushed into his mouth, which he sucked obediently. He was drooling so much with lust that lubrication was no problem.
"You like punishment a lot, don't you?" 17 voiced seductively, "I can see it in your eyes." Turles nodded, his neglected senses reeling to feel his manhood stroked while 17's leather belt whipped across his bare ass, again and again. Turles groaned in ecstasy, stopping short when the chain around his throat was pulled tight. "I asked you a question, slave," 17 whispered huskily, his tongue tracing the contour of his ear, drawing from him an involuntary shiver of desire.
"Y…yes," he managed, trembling with lust and need of exactly what was happening now…
The choke chain was pulled again. "Yes, who?" 17 insisted, yanking back his hair at the same time. His face bore the exact predatory expression he'd seen before and he would have spent himself just at that if 17's fingers weren't expertly blocking the base of his shaft, denying him release until he decided it was time.
"Yes… Master," Turles responded immediately. His body responded as well, 17 noted with a satisfied smirk, feeling his cock jerk in his palm.
"Good." His foot kicked Turles' legs further apart and one finger that played at his tight opening entered slowly, exploringly, immediately finding his hitherto untouched, longing nerve bundle, his insisting rub making him cry out incoherently. His hips opened wider for him, welcoming a second finger that stretched him so perfectly while his other hand gently massaged his swollen, throbbing tail. Turles' deep, ecstatic groans turned to wanton sobs. Never had he felt such blinding pleasure in his life.
"Hit me," he prompted, quickly adding, "Please."
Again the choke chain was pulled along with his hair. "Get this straight, slave," 17 told him smoothly, almost playfully with a severe edge. that drew from him a shudder of so many things. "I decide when you feel pleasure, pain, both, or nothing at all. Got it?"
"Yes, Master," Turles replied obediently, groaning in frustration when the fingers were removed.
17's pulsing manhood slid slowly into Turles, little by little until each time he cried out desperately for more, the occasional whip of his belt making him cry out in inarticulate pleasure-pain he so craved. If he thought that was amazing, it was nothing, nothing until 17 pushed into him all at once. Turles' eyes widened, filled with an implosion of stars as he was filled with 17's satisfying heat, both pleasure and pain flooding him at once, again and again.
17 was panting hard now, breathing the intoxicating pheromones in his hair that had driven him insane all night, and now… His greatest fantasy of complete domination of such a beautiful, exotic Saiyan was coming true. He was beginning to doubt that he would let him leave. He did not at all look the part of an uke, which only drove him more wild.
It was the same for Turles, two polar opposites somehow just alike who made something whole. 17 was showing him the part of himself that had been missing all his life, his secret fantasy that one single regard made him understand. How one with such a sweet, angelic face could make him believe he was the devil in person a moment later he knew not, but he'd found paradise on Earth.
"Tell me your fantasy, slave," 17 commanded, breathing hard and near the edge now, his pupils dialated black with lust. He needed to hear it.
"Exactly this," Turles managed, "I want to be bound at your mercy and punished while you fuck me unconscious… ahh!" 17 had released the base of his shaft as he slammed into him, harder, again and again as he pumped his aching cock in time to his deep, hard thrusts.
"Yes! That's it!" 17 cried out as well as first Turles, then 17 came harder than since they could remember, maybe ever, before their bodies relaxed in trembling relief. 17's arms closed around Turles with a gentle kiss to his waiting lips. "You're perfect," he told him sincerely, his arms closed tighter around him.
The chains were removed so that Turles could hold 17 tightly as well while they made out at length, having the whole night to enjoy it. 17 brought him to his bedroom. They were far from done, but afterward would sleep sweetly in a tight, euphoric embrace all night.
17 will change his mind tomorrow, Turles thought grimly.
Turles will change his mind tomorrow, 17 also thought grimly.
But there was no place for such thoughts now. Tomorrow was tomorrow; they would see that then. Right now it was only tonight that mattered.
***
~The End~
TBC?
"17, please!" Turles' voice became a whimper, his earlier visions overwhelming him again, more real this time.
"Patience." Slowly 17 stroked his throbbing manhood, his fingers playing at one stiffened nipple while his lips and tongue took the other. Turles groaned approvingly, then the fingers pulled hard and his lips gave way to teeth. Turles' lusty cries told 17 what he wanted to hear and before Turles knew it he was turned facedown on the couch, his legs pulled back so that he was bent over it.
His hands and arms were also bound tightly behind his back with heavy, cold silvery chains that cut into his skin, a third wound around his neck like a choke chain.
Turles stilled, wondering just how sadistic 17 was and what he had planned, though was too horny to question him. Three fingers were pushed into his mouth, which he sucked obediently. He was drooling so much with lust that lubrication was no problem.
"You like punishment a lot, don't you?" 17 voiced seductively, "I can see it in your eyes." Turles nodded, his neglected senses reeling to feel his manhood stroked while 17's leather belt whipped across his bare ass, again and again. Turles groaned in ecstasy, stopping short when the chain around his throat was pulled tight. "I asked you a question, slave," 17 whispered huskily, his tongue tracing the contour of his ear, drawing from him an involuntary shiver of desire.
"Y…yes," he managed, trembling with lust and need of exactly what was happening now…
The choke chain was pulled again. "Yes, who?" 17 insisted, yanking back his hair at the same time. His face bore the exact predatory expression he'd seen before and he would have spent himself just at that if 17's fingers weren't expertly blocking the base of his shaft, denying him release until he decided it was time.
"Yes… Master," Turles responded immediately. His body responded as well, 17 noted with a satisfied smirk, feeling his cock jerk in his palm.
"Good." His foot kicked Turles' legs further apart and one finger that played at his tight opening entered slowly, exploringly, immediately finding his hitherto untouched, longing nerve bundle, his insisting rub making him cry out incoherently. His hips opened wider for him, welcoming a second finger that stretched him so perfectly while his other hand gently massaged his swollen, throbbing tail. Turles' deep, ecstatic groans turned to wanton sobs. Never had he felt such blinding pleasure in his life.
"Hit me," he prompted, quickly adding, "Please."
Again the choke chain was pulled along with his hair. "Get this straight, slave," 17 told him smoothly, almost playfully with a severe edge. that drew from him a shudder of so many things. "I decide when you feel pleasure, pain, both, or nothing at all. Got it?"
"Yes, Master," Turles replied obediently, groaning in frustration when the fingers were removed.
17's pulsing manhood slid slowly into Turles, little by little until each time he cried out desperately for more, the occasional whip of his belt making him cry out in inarticulate pleasure-pain he so craved. If he thought that was amazing, it was nothing, nothing until 17 pushed into him all at once. Turles' eyes widened, filled with an implosion of stars as he was filled with 17's satisfying heat, both pleasure and pain flooding him at once, again and again.
17 was panting hard now, breathing the intoxicating pheromones in his hair that had driven him insane all night, and now… His greatest fantasy of complete domination of such a beautiful, exotic Saiyan was coming true. He was beginning to doubt that he would let him leave. He did not at all look the part of an uke, which only drove him more wild.
It was the same for Turles, two polar opposites somehow just alike who made something whole. 17 was showing him the part of himself that had been missing all his life, his secret fantasy that one single regard made him understand. How one with such a sweet, angelic face could make him believe he was the devil in person a moment later he knew not, but he'd found paradise on Earth.
"Tell me your fantasy, slave," 17 commanded, breathing hard and near the edge now, his pupils dialated black with lust. He needed to hear it.
"Exactly this," Turles managed, "I want to be bound at your mercy and punished while you fuck me unconscious… ahh!" 17 had released the base of his shaft as he slammed into him, harder, again and again as he pumped his aching cock in time to his deep, hard thrusts.
"Yes! That's it!" 17 cried out as well as first Turles, then 17 came harder than since they could remember, maybe ever, before their bodies relaxed in trembling relief. 17's arms closed around Turles with a gentle kiss to his waiting lips. "You're perfect," he told him sincerely, his arms closed tighter around him.
The chains were removed so that Turles could hold 17 tightly as well while they made out at length, having the whole night to enjoy it. 17 brought him to his bedroom. They were far from done, but afterward would sleep sweetly in a tight, euphoric embrace all night.
17 will change his mind tomorrow, Turles thought grimly.
Turles will change his mind tomorrow, 17 also thought grimly.
But there was no place for such thoughts now. Tomorrow was tomorrow; they would see that then. Right now it was only tonight that mattered.
***
~The End~
TBC?