I Hate Being Right

Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ or any of the characters. But I do own our great gentlemen, Skip, Bruce, Hal, and Rich. Vegeta and others belong to Akira Toriyama and this is a non-profit fanfiction (with purely fictional characters) written just for my sick pleasure (and hopefully others).

Warnings: Blood-shed, frot, rape, voyeurism, multiple partners, violence, language

*‘See. I’m still alive!’

Ch. 9

“So, how do you want him?” Hal asked casually as he swallowed down a glass of water. The thin, pierced man was getting quite the work-out and he was definitely eager for more.

Rich was practically shaking as he stared at the exhausted, glaring saiyajin on the bed. Vegeta sat on the edge of the mattress, his black-outlined eyes peering at the cold, gray floor, unseeing as he mentally prepared himself for the next torture.

The alien prince wished so much that he could feel his energy. Even the smallest inkling or spark of power would ease the horrid fear and shame in his heart, but it had been about two hours since he’d been injected with the poison that locked away his ki and still he felt nothing. The gnawing fear in the back of his mind kept reminding him that the three monsters could inject him at any second. All he could do was remain helpless to their sick actions.

“I-I can’t do it alone,” Rich stammered as he placed his pencil and paper on the floor.

Hal nodded sympathetically and stood next to the long-haired man. “You’re running the show now, my man. Just tell us what you want to do and we will be happy to participate.”

Vegeta’s black eyes slid to the side and he glared at the neon-haired freak. Hal eyed the saiyajin and smirked arrogantly, his long mouth twisted to the side and blue eyes calm and icy.

Rich eyed the bin in the corner of the room and made his way to the box of toys. Digging around momentarily, the writer pulled out black leather arm restraints. Tossing them unceremoniously onto the bed, the greasy-haired man pushed his glasses up and pulled out the ball-gag they had used on Vegeta earlier along with some loose material that was obviously meant to be a blindfold.

Hal laughed and watched the normally shy guy searching excitedly for other props. Vegeta eyed the leather that had fallen near his hip and sighed. He half-heartedly wished the pervert would pull out a noose and choke him to death. Anything was better than this.

“Ok,” Rich said shakily. “I’m ready.” He approached Hal with the gag and blindfold, his knees jumping with nervous excitement. “I want you to be with me when I do this, Hal.”

The lanky man’s eyes widened and a toothy grin graced his pointed face. “So innocent,” Hal sighed.

Bruce folded his arms as he stood naked in the corner of the barren room, a look of envy on his large, dopey face. Hal waved a hand and undid his belt.

“We’re going to loosen him up for you, Bruce. He’s a tight little fucker. And after this…he’s all yours.”

Vegeta never looked up once during this exchange, his mind and body reeling with burning fury and absolute defeat. He was the prince of all saiyajins, but he had never been treated like one and the title no longer meant anything. Frieza had only seen him as a pet and plaything and the earth fighters knew him only as a dangerous annoyance. As he sat helplessly on the bed, awaiting his next fuck-session, Vegeta realized that perhaps the only thing he could truly ever be was just this: A sex-slave. The fact that mere weak, insane humans could use him so meant that he was obviously wrong about who and what he was. His life had always led down this path and it appeared that he would never escape it.

Vegeta became aware of the bed shifting behind him and he lowered his head shamefully. Every ounce of energy within his body had left him and his hope of ever getting his power back was gone. Rough hands twisted his arms behind his back, his forearms bent at the elbow and placed over each other horizontally. He squeezed his eyes shut as the leather was wrapped around his muscles and tightened, binding his arms painfully together behind his back. The metal clasps clinked together and Vegeta’s fists tightened at his sides as his shoulders screamed with discomfort.

“Here you go,” Hal said breathily as he handed something to Rich.

“What if he bites me?”

“He won’t. He knows what will happen. Besides…he’s behaving very well.”

Hal patted the prince’s long black hair as if he were a dog. Vegeta’s teeth clenched and he growled low in his throat, but never turned to look at the two behind him.

Rich’s hands reached over Vegeta’s head and the saiyajin eyed the red ball-gag. The thing was forced between his teeth harshly and he moaned as his jaw was widened unexpectedly. The black strap snapped behind his head and Vegeta’s breath came out quickly through his nose. Rich crouched behind him, panting excitedly into the victim’s ear, his hands shaking as he adjusted the gag and fingered the leather arm-restraints.

“This is totally your first time,” Hal laughed from behind the prince.

Rich was silent for a moment before sighing. “I had sex with a girl once. But it was really boring and she was willing.”

Hal snickered and Vegeta felt more movement behind him. “You naughty thing.”

And then his vision was gone. The dark blindfold was wrapped around his eyes and Vegeta felt his heart begin to race in his chest. If there was anything that truly terrified him, it was being blinded to what was about to happen. His body trembled as he sat on the bed completely helpless, bound, gagged, and unseeing. A small shaky whimper escaped from behind the ball in his mouth and his shoulders sagged as Hal shrieked with laughter. Hot breath was forced against his ear and Vegeta twisted his head away from the teeth near his skin.

“You have no idea what we’re about to do, saiyajin. For all you know we could cut your dick off with a pair of scissors.”

“Taser you in the balls over and over again,” Rich hissed.

“Put chloroform over you nose and do God-knows-what to your unconscious body.”

“Or just kill you,” Rich whispered.

The men giggled with excitement behind the shaking saiyajin. Vegeta’s shoulders jerked and trembled in terror as his mind raced with even worse visions. At any normal time, threats like this would not affect him. He would laugh it off and launch a wave of heated energy at anyone who dared speak to him in such a way. But he was completely helpless now and at the mercy of these humans who revealed their true, sick nature. All the things they listed were definitely in their power and Vegeta knew better than to underestimate their demented ways.

Hands gripped his shoulders and threw him onto his back harshly, his head landing against a tough pillow. Kicking onto his side frantically, Vegeta curled in on himself, his instincts screaming at him to protect his body in any way possible. His actions were met with more squealing laughter and he could not stop his pathetic shaking and miniscule whimpers.

Through his harsh breathing, Vegeta could hear commenting in the background, saying how adorable he looked in a fetal position. The bed bounced as the two monsters crawled toward him and he could feel both bodies press against him.

“This should be interesting,” Hal remarked. He was the one laying chest to chest with the trembling saiyajin. “If he wants to stay in this position, fine.”

“We’re like one big family,” Rich’s voice chirped happily from behind.

Vegeta moaned miserably behind his gag as the two pressed into him tightly. The humans’ breathing picked up and Vegeta jerked forward as he felt Rich’s erection press into his tail scar. Hot, stinking breath landed on his face as Hal laughed and hugged the muscled alien closer to his body.

“Bruce, get some lube for us!”

Vegeta listened as the large man moved about the room. Panic raced through him as he waited for something terrible to happen. He was completely surrounded and weak. He would not be so terrified if he could only know what was happening.

The two that pressed against him suddenly began to move and he could hear the wet sound of lube on skin. Then rough fingers pressed into his ass and he cried out through the gag as the wet stickiness invaded his hole, thrusting in and out without a care. More coldness entered him and he screamed as fingernails nicked at his sensitive flesh. Then the fingers were gone and instantly something much bigger and rounder pressed against his ass.

Squirming away from the slick dick, Vegeta screamed through the gag as his right ankle pounded painfully from his actions. His shoulders and neck strained as he tried to escape the pulsing erection, but the more he tried to kick away from Rich, the closer he pressed into Hal.

“Kick his leg up for me, won’t you?” Rich panted into Vegeta’s neck.

Hal tilted a lanky leg forward and easily lifted Vegeta’s smaller leg into the air. The saiyajin could feel his face grow red as he was fully exposed and lying in such an embarrassing position. His breath puffed out of his nose and he bit down on the gag as Rich inched his penis into him, taking his time as he slid into Vegeta’s tight body.

Vegeta’s eyes clenched shut in pain as the large member pressed against the walls of his anus. He could feel his already pained skin being stretched and pulled as Rich moved in inch by inch. Moans of pain and anger could be heard from behind the gag, but these noises only made Rich more eager. Thrusting fully into the bound saiyajin, Rich sighed and trailed a tongue down the back of Vegeta’s tan neck.

“Alright, let’s see how this works,” Hal said, his voice full of feverish excitement.

Vegeta’s eyes widened behind the blindfold and he shook his head frantically. Screaming “NO!” under his gag, the saiyajin desperately tried to his escape, his arms pinned behind his back and voice screaming out. There was no way they could do this. He would be torn apart!

But Hal simply laughed and Vegeta felt the lengthy dick drag across his scrotum and balls. Flailing back and forth, Vegeta kicked out with his good leg, but met nothing but air. Writhing, his actions only turned them on more, his muscular chest pulsating into Hal and his constricting muscles making Rich moan with pleasure. He felt the skinny writer thrust twice before Hal told him to wait.

Positioning himself a bit lower, Hal grabbed onto his own dick and pressed it against the already stretched asshole. Vegeta’s miserable screams only spurred him more and the tall, pierced monster began to push forward.

“Let me know if this hurts, Rich.”

But Vegeta’s screams of pain were ignored as he felt his skin stretch even further to accommodate two penises. Tossing his head back and forth in agony, the saiyajin couldn’t stop screaming into his gag as Hal’s head rubbed against Rich’s shaft and slid into him. He didn’t know how it was possible for Hal to continue. There was absolutely no way he could fit!

But Hal’s determined grunts and pressing body did not stop. The thin man twisted and cork-screwed and bit by bit pushed his long, narrow dick alongside Rich’s. Vegeta’s eyes were open wide behind the blindfold and he felt himself hyperventilating as the excruciating pain shot down his legs and back. His screams filled the room and his eyes watered in agony as he felt his skin finally rip and tear below. Sobbing into the gag, Vegeta’s entire body shook the bed as his insides were ripped by the invading organs.

It felt like an eternity before Hal finally pushed his lengthy cock all the way inside. But still Vegeta screamed and groaned. His horrible sounds were muffled pathetically by the gag and he thanked the heavens that the blindfold had captured the few tears that fell. But he knew it was not over. It was not over by a long shot. The two had just entered him, but they were still going to fuck him mercilessly.

“You good?” Hal gasped.

“I’m good,” came Rich’s reply.

And then the two began to piston in and out of the saiyajin, their grunts and moans long and labored as they rubbed against each other and the walls of Vegeta’s ass. No matter how much lube they had used, the muscular and strong saiyajin was beyond tight, and his constant jerking and tensing was making it almost impossible to move. But the sheer muscle and power around their dicks was almost too much and the humans practically screamed in pleasure as they thrust deeply into the defenseless prince.

Rich’s hands reached around and gripped Vegeta’s pectorals harshly, pulling the saiyajin closer into him so he could manage a deeper push. The writer’s long nails stabbed into Vegeta’s skin as he picked up the pace.

Hal did the same, only his long fingers clawed into the prince’s back as he pressed his heated mouth against the saiyajin’s neck and chin. Trailing a tongue along Vegeta’s jaw-line, Hal sucked and kissed at the sweating tan flesh before biting into the prince’s strained neck. Ignoring Vegeta’s muffled cries, Hal lapped at the blood and poked his pointed tongue around the wound.

The two picked up their pace and the room was filled with hot pants, soft grunts, and the occasional agonized whimper. Vegeta sweated and choked back pained sobs as he was sandwiched between the two. The bed jerked and slammed against the wall as the dicks within him pushed in and out, the members covered with pre-cum, lube, and blood.

“Wow, it looks like you’re all having fun,” a young voice came from above.

Hal and Rich hesitated momentarily, but then continued their frantic thrusting immediately. Vegeta’s breathing picked up and he tensed as he recognized the voice. He felt disgusting and humiliated as he felt eyes watching him. Hal and Rich continued to fuck him even as Hal’s half-brother watched.

“I’m going out to get an early breakfast,” Skip’s high-pitched voice explained. “I’ll be back with my friend around 11:00. I want it to be a surprise so keep him hidden when I get back.”

Hal laughed and licked at Vegeta’s wound once more. “It’ll…be…a surprise…alright,” he grunted between thrusts.

Skip watched from his little window a moment longer, his dark eyes locking on the small form being crushed between the two bodies. He licked his lips as he stared at the blindfolded face and grinned an evil little grin at the pain etched in the saiyajin’s features. In only a few hours Skip would be able to show his friend how much he truly cared. He hoped the alien below would not be too scarred when he came back.

Rich panted and moaned as his dick frantically shot in and out of the heated asshole. He grunted loudly as he pressed into the little muscled saiyajin, his eyebrows pinching together as his entire abdomen became heated. Hal also pressed tightly against the saiyajin, the friction of Rich’s cock and Vegeta’s pulsating flesh making him ready to erupt. Looking over the prince’s strained shoulders, blue eyes met brown and the humans nodded quickly. In three exact thrusts, the two synched and screamed out in pleasure as they ejaculated into the alien, filling him even more.

Vegeta screamed in disgust and agony as he felt more pressure within him, and let out a long moan as semen leaked from his body. His muscles jerked and trembled as Hal and Rich gave a few more final thrusts and then slowly pulled out, their dicks ripping away more skin as they finally finished. Empty and dripping, Vegeta pressed his red, sweating face into the smelly mattress and shuddered pathetically. He could feel his body lying on its side, completely beaten and dirtied, his feet sprawled beneath him and arms bound behind his back.

He could only lay there and whimper pathetically, his ass throbbing as he felt blood and semen continue to leak out of him. His jaw and throat ached from his screams and clenching and his whole body twitched and shook in agony.

The bed shifted as the two sat up, happy and satisfied with a job well done. Vegeta could feel their eyes on him, but he continued to lay there, unmoving, his ragged breaths coming through his nose as he tried to breathe properly. If he could beg them to kill him, he would. But he knew it would never happen. At least, not yet.

Hal stretched and peered over at Bruce who stood the whole time with his massive erection. Pointing a thumb over his shoulder, the pierced guy grinned.

“We stretched him out for you. He’s all yours.”

And Bruce ran across the room as fast as he could, flew through the air, and landed directly on the beaten saiyajin with no further instructions.

“I thought I would never hear that!”


*‘Sorry for the short chapter. I finally got inspiration at last! I will try to update as soon as possible, but it’s just one of those slow stories. Thanks for reading!’*