Put Out

Now this was in response to a challenge otherwise I may not have gotten this great idea myself. I think it came out good and hope you guys enjoy.
Disclaimer:...don't own....DB/Z/GT...mumble...can't have it...mutter...


Put Out.


“Goku I’m not in the mood tonight.” Chichi groaned into her pillow, rolling over on her stomach to turn her back to her pleading husband. If he didn’t stop begging her in that annoying whine of his, she was going to kick him right out of bed.

Goku’s face went from the soft features of rejection to the hard grimace of annoyance. He had been begging her for four nights on end for them to make love and she said no every time. She didn’t even have the decency to have an excuse; if she didn’t want to, then that was that. He was getting tired of this, he had needs and she, as his wife, was supposed to at least try to meet those needs.

He shook his head for the umpteenth time that night. If she didn’t put out, he was going to get it from somewhere else, he didn’t care where. And the world would spin right off it’s axis before he threatened to leave her for said reason. It had been almost 2 years since she had been rejecting him, and two weeks ago marked the beginning of long frustrating nights of going without. He didn’t understand what was wrong with her; surely he wasn’t wrong in his approach of the subject, for she knew just what she was turning him down for. He was desperate now, and if he saw a woman by his window, he would jump out there and jump her.

He sucked his teeth. Chichi wasn’t even that pretty to hold out the way she was, but it was her duty as his wife. Now Bulma was a bombshell that could make a man beg for a touch, but his wife was nowhere near as sensual looking as his best friend.

And to make matters worse, he was getting damn tired of his hand, which just wasn’t as warm or as wet as what he needed, gods, even if she just lied there it would be enough to satisfy him for a few minutes, but some was better than none. What he needed now, was a fucking walk; a long, quiet walk. And only then would he be able to curse his wife out loud because he was tired of muttering about it under his breath.

God what he wouldn’t do for something nice and tight around his cock, god if only Chichi wasn’t such a bitch!

Anything that wasn’t his hand would work for him right now, and in the back of his mind he distantly wondered if he should go and get a call girl to take care of him for the night. His wife would never have to know, after all she was being very unfair by refusing him. For the life of him he couldn’t figure out what the problem was. He wasn’t sure how he was as a lover, them being each others firsts, but he was sure it wasn’t so bad that she wasn’t willing to try. She seemed to enjoy it before Gohan was born.

Gohan…he felt sorry for his son, the poor kid had no idea that his parents weren’t as happy as he thought and that Daddy might have to go to bed with another woman behind his Mommy’s back.

Goku quietly got up from the bed he and his wife shared and stood up. He would quickly go check on his son and then go for a midnight stroll. Luckily for him, Chichi slept like the dead when it came to anything that wasn’t touching her.

Why, when he tried to take her in her sleep one night a few weeks ago, she woke up in a flash and he suffered the wrath of that despicable frying pan. It wasn’t that it hurt, it was the thought of being hit by a frying pan that made him so embarrassed because there was nothing he could do in return. Kami forbid he caught the pan again and she called him a punk for picking on a woman. Of course, he had no idea what she was talking about but he never caught the pan again just the same.

Tiptoeing out of their room, he silently made his away down the hall to his son’s room. How would Gohan feel if his parents broke up over sex? He wasn’t sure what his son knew about the subject but he knew that it wasn’t something he wanted to do to the boy.

In the dark room lying on the bed was his 12 year old offspring, snoozing softly into his pillow. Goku crept closer. Looking down at the kid, Goku pulled the blanket down from his face a little so he could see him better in the darkness.

Tousled jet black hair, pale skin, and almost blood red lips. Hmmm… Now that he looked at his son; he wasn’t a bad looking kid.

Not bad at all. In fact…he looked… pretty, but then that wasn’t surprising, it was just the first time Goku thought of it. Smooth flawless skin and a soft babyish round face. Yes, Gohan was indeed a pretty little boy. Goku smiled and reached down to rub his head. His hair was silky to the touch; a trait he definitely inherited from his mother, and was cut just above his ears in the same style Goku had cut it when they were training together.

Spiky black locks poked out from beneath the blanket as his son slept, unaware that his father was watching him. Pulling the covers back more, Gohan’s naked shoulder was exposed, and Goku ran his fingers gently over the soft skin before continuing to pull the blankets off.

Maybe it was just his undersexed mind deceiving him, but for the first time really looking at his son, the boy did look a bit feminine. But that was okay because he was a child. Okay for him, not okay for Goku who could feel the familiar twitch in his groin at the simple touch of the demi-Saiyan’s flesh. An itching curiosity nagged at his nerves to pull the entire blanket off the kid and Goku’s hand clutched the cover and slowly pulled it off until it was hanging limply in his grip.

Gohan, clad in a sleeveless t-shirt and dark blue boxer shorts, stirred his sleep, rolling over and sticking his legs out over the edge of the bed.

Goku watched, somewhat entranced by how such an unconsciously innocent motion could end up looking like….that.

Had he been awake, Goku would have truly believed that Gohan were trying to tell him something. But the boy was fast asleep, leg twitching ever once and a while and his body relaxed back into deeper sleep. Goku’s eyes trailed over the boy’s torso and down his body, traveling the length of an exposed leg until he reached his feet. He supposed it didn’t help any that the unsuspecting kid’s legs were spread at an, dare he think, inviting angle. His skin sure did look soft.

His fingers crept along Gohan’s skin slowly, tracing the supple flesh of his thigh and calf before wrapping his hand around it lightly.

“So soft....” He murmured, rubbing up and down the young boy’s thigh. Gohan groaned softly in his sleep, involuntarily pulling his leg from his father’s grasp. Goku let it slip through his hand.

“Damn it.” He grumbled. That last move caused Gohan’s shirt to ride up a little, giving Goku a glimpse of his protruding hipbones and a peek of his navel through the flimsy material of his boxers. He was still sleeping, maybe he could go a little higher without much cause for alarm. Gently, he ran his hand up his son’s leg and put his hand to the boy’s crotch, soft and relaxed. Goku could feel his own cock throb with excitement. It had been so long since he had touched anything intimately other than himself and he couldn’t help but like the fact that he was touching something much more responsive than his wife.

Gohan, in his sleep, sighed and unconsciously raised his hips to Goku’s touch. Goku’s eyes got bigger with arousal. He could feel it; within moments he could feel Gohan’s penis harden in his hand, a sure sign that at least someone enjoyed his ministrations. Now all he needed was some reciprocation. Lifting Gohan’s hand he placed it on his own straining erection and fought back a loud groan. Although unresponsive, Gohan’s hand was warm and welcomed. Goku curled his son’s limp fingers around him, and simultaneously increased the pressure of his left hand against the boy’s crotch.

“Damn it!” He hissed.

That was the last straw. Dropping his son’s hand, his own moved and he climbed on the bed, not caring if he woke the kid up, for that was exactly what he wanted. The bed dipped heavily as it supported more weight than it was accustomed to. Gohan didn’t stir at all, but that didn’t bother Goku because he didn’t care. He was going to do whatever it was he wanted to do whether the boy was awake or not.

Moving over to straddle Gohan’s hips, he hovered over his son, looking down at him appraisingly. He looked so innocent and young, it was a shame he wasn’t going to be the same after this. Hopefully this would get the boy to finally grow up and stop whining about every little thing. His youthful body was unnaturally well built for a kid his age but it looked fitting on him. The shirt, so flimsy attempted to conceal the muscular structure of his body, but did little else to hide the appealing width of his shoulders and that little peek of flat stomach.


Taking all of this in, Goku smiled lecherously. The boy was strong, indeed well enough to provide him with exactly what he wanted. But there was one tiny obstacle in his way and that was

Gohan’s inherited stubbornness. He might not like the things his father was going to do to him, and that in turn would give the horny man problems.

He could just drag the kid out in to the woods and brutally take what he wanted, or try and coerce him into liking it. If he screamed, Goku didn’t want to have to resort to abusive methods to get him to cooperate, but if he did, he would. While Chichi dozed away in their bed, satisfied that she’d managed to shake him off once again, Goku was going to get what he wanted after all. And lucky him; he didn’t even have to leave the house.

Goku raised the boy’s arms and proceeded to slip the shirt up his torso and off of his arms.

It was then that Gohan choose this time to wake up.

Groaning groggily, he opened his eyes slowly to see his father above him, looking down at him patiently, as if expecting something.

“Dad?” He whispered and tried to sit up only to find that he couldn’t; something wasn’t letting him get up. Then he realized the reason Goku seemed so close. He was on top of him. But what—

“What are you doing, Dad? Why are you sitting on me?” A small impish smile crossed Goku’s face.

“Shhh, relax I’m not going to hurt you.”

“But why are you on top of me? What are you doing?” He asked again. He was confused, and getting more confused by the second. Looking down from his position, he brought his arms down and realized another thing.

His shirt….wasn’t on him.

“What the---
Goku grabbed his arms and pinned them back above his head.

Gohan gasped in fear; something wasn’t right. What was his father doing? He tried to wrestle his arms back down, but the hold was too strong.

“What are you doing?! Dad, let me go!” He wailed, a little too loudly for his father’s liking.

“Gohan, calm down, I said I wasn’t going to hurt you but….you have to lower your voice. Your mother is sleeping, and trust me, you don’t want to wake her.”

“What are you doing?!”

Gohan was scared now, very scared. His dad wasn’t acting right, this couldn’t have been him. Why was he here, trying to apprehend him? Why was he in his room in the middle of the night, on top of him? And it was startlingly clear that it was he who took his shirt off, and from the look in his eyes, the undressing would not stop there.

“If you don’t lower your voice, I’m going to gag you, Gohan. You don’t want that do you? I didn’t think so. Now be quiet and relax.” The last part he growled, making Gohan shrink down into the mattress, afraid of him.

“You’re not my father.” He whimpered, eyes searching Goku’s for some sign that he was right but he found none. The man on top of him looked, smelled, sounded, and felt like his Dad, but he didn’t act like it.

“Why are you doing this, are you going to hurt me?”

“Not if I don’t have to. As for why I’m doing this….I have to.”

“Why?” Gohan whispered, hoping his fear would slow the older man down.

“I need to. Just keep still and be quiet, I really don’t want to have to restrain you.”

“Why do you have to do it? Was it something I did? Why are you doing this to me?” Gohan was on the verge of tears. He just couldn’t understand why his father was now ignoring him and going for his boxers. If he did that, he was going to be naked. Gohan felt a horrifying sense of helplessness and fear wash over him like a cold wave of ice water. He didn’t want to believe that his Dad came to his room in the middle of the night for this. He just didn’t seem like the type.

Goku felt his son begin to shake and sighed. He wanted to make this easy for him; he didn’t want Gohan to be scared but he couldn’t figure out a way to tell him to relax and let him…do stuff to him that father’s should never to do their sons.

“Are you going to rape me?” Gohan asked quietly, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks.

Goku looked up from sliding his son’s boxers down his legs. The kid was scared to death, but he knew what was going on. Goku hadn’t thought of what he was doing that way, now that Gohan was awake. He honestly didn’t want to hurt him, but he was too horny to consider the possibility there might not be a way he could get Gohan to be calm and go along with this. He wasn’t going to stop, he couldn’t stop now, but then he would have to answer the boy’s question. “Yes. And if you don’t keep quiet then this is going to be painful and difficult. Don’t ask me any more questions. I’m going to go slow, because despite what I’m about to do, I care about you and how you feel.”

“Please don’t. Daddy please! I’m scared and I don’t want to!” He sobbed, trying harder to alleviate the pressure on his pelvis, but to no avail. Goku was heavy. “Stop talking.” He muttered. There were so many things Gohan wanted to ask him, he still didn’t get a straight answer, but he accepted that that was the straightest thing he would be getting tonight. What was he going to do? Scream? He didn’t want to be hurt, his father made it clear that if he put up a struggle, he would be put down. The tears came faster now, and he shook with the soft sobs, grimacing at the feel of the large hands on his thighs that were hastily making their way to his naked behind, groping all the way. He couldn’t cry his way out of this one.

“But…but…nooooo…” He whispered.

The hands didn’t stop or slow down, they continued to raise his hips to get to his back, rubbing the smooth skin almost lovingly. But it wasn’t lovingly, not the kind of lovingly that he was used to. This was scary lovingly, scary and wrong. This was wrong. And there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn’t scream, but he couldn’t let it happen. Wriggling about, he pulled his legs from under his father’s torso and kicked him hard in the face.

Goku’s head snapped back hard, saliva flying from his mouth. He almost released his grip on him. Almost. That kick wasn’t exactly soft. It hurt. He was going to try his hardest not to punish his son for the blow, but he would have to do something to make sure he didn’t do it again. A threat should put the boy back in his place.

“Do that again, and I’m going to break that leg when I’m done with you.” He said dangerously low.

Gohan nearly stopped breathing. He was afraid, but it was a risk he would have to take, because hopefully, if he tried and succeeded, he would have saved himself. And even at the cost of a few broken bones, maybe there wouldn’t be a next time. Growling, Gohan jerked wildly in Goku’s grip, which tightened the more the demi-Saiyan struggled. He began to power up, knowing in the back of his mind that it was futile, but anything at this point was worth a try.

“Don’t make me, Gohan. I really don’t want to have to scare you anymore. I’m trying to make this easy because I care about you---

“You’re sick!” Gohan snarled, groaning in the effort to get his legs out from under Goku’s knees.
Now he was completely helpless, there was nothing he could do but give up.

“Damn it. I hate you.” He muttered bitterly, frowning deeper than a 12 year boy should. He didn’t care what he said at that moment, he was too far gone to care.

“You’re a bastard; a rapist. I fucking hate you!” He cried. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!” He chanted, twisting his head into the pillow so that he didn’t have to look anymore. “You won’t get away with this, I swear I’m going to---

Goku grabbed his hair and jerked his head up to meet his. Before Gohan had time to react warm lips were pressed against his and he let out a muffled sound of surprise. He tried to pull back but his father held fast. Goku pulled his crying, fighting son into his lap and gently kissed his cheeks, licking away the tears and rubbing his back in a gentle circular motion to calm him.

“Noooo…” Gohan moaned.

This was wrong, and he wasn’t supposed to like it no matter how gentle his father was being. He was evil and hateful and disgusting for doing this to him. Gohan wanted to beg some more and try and get through to his father’s rational side but he had a feeling he was dealing with something a lot stronger than morality. He didn’t know what to do but he knew that he could do nothing to stop this man.

He whimpered as the warm soft lips found their way to his neck, nibbling the skin there. He shook his head as a hot tongue lapped at his jaw and Adam’s apple. He wanted to fight it but he couldn’t. He was going to be raped by the man he trusted the most and loved with all his heart. But he didn’t love Goku anymore; he hated him and didn’t trust him at all. At this point he wasn’t sure what the older man was capable of and he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out. If he called for his mother, Goku might hurt her or worse so he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut and lie there, hoping for it to be all over soon.

“Do it, get it over with! I don’t want to feel you on me any longer than necessary. You disgusting freak. You’ll pay for this. I swear.” Gohan whispered through his sobs of anger.

Goku’s left hand rubbed rhythmically at the boy’s silky hair, pressing his lips to his once again.

“Look at me. Gohan, I know you don’t like this now but I promise you will soon.”

Gohan cried silently, the occasional body wracking sob escaping him. Goku nibbled his bottom lip and whispered, “Shhhh, I won’t hurt you.” Gohan knew it was all a lie. He was going to hurt him. He was, Gohan knew he was just trying to be reassuring because cooperation was fun. But Gohan was not going to enjoy it. No, he was going to hate every second of it and when his father was done he was going to make him suffer somehow.

Lying completely naked under Goku, who was still almost fully clothed save for a pair of boxers and a short-sleeved black t-shirt, Gohan glared angrily over at a dark wall. He wasn’t going to watch his father rape him. He would put himself away in a world of obliviousness where he disregarded harm and unwanted feelings.

“Gohan, I’m not bad. I just….your mother. She and I haven’t been---

“What a perfect excuse to molest your SON! Why can’t you go out and find another person, like a WOMAN to help you?! You think I care what happens between you and Mom in your bed? I don’t! You’re sick for coming here to me, and not doing the more sensible thing and going to find some woman to do it for you. Why me? Why?!” Gohan wailed.

“Hey! Be quiet Gohan!”

“What are you going to do if I don’t? I don’t care anymore!”

“I’m not going to do anything but make you be quiet. It won’t hurt, I promise.” Goku purposely ignored the question of why he was there doing what he was doing to his son and not someone else. He didn’t really know himself. He had initially come in to check on him and the urge to touch him was overwhelming. Indulging that desire was what led to this, but he couldn’t tell Gohan that; his son wouldn’t understand.

He realized that what he was doing was wrong, but he didn’t care in the least because he needed this. His mind held no remorse for consequence and no room for guilt. All he could do was be as caring as he could in an attempt to get Gohan to understand. He knew his son hated him, as he should, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try to change that. He didn’t want to share his desire with someone he didn’t love and that was the best excuse he could come up with. That wouldn’t be enough to console Gohan.

But really, he wasn’t the one to blame here, if Gohan cared enough to listen to him he would know that it was his mother’s fault that this was happening. If only Chichi had given out, he wouldn’t have to do this wrong to his only son who was only 12 years old.

Goku’s cock throbbed in his boxers, straining against the slit in the middle to relieve itself of the pressure.

“I love you Gohan.” He said lightly.

Gohan didn’t respond, staring at the wall silently. He had stopped crying and just laid there to accept his fate. Goku kissed his cheek again and slowly made his way to Gohan’s supple neck and down his soft smooth torso. He kissed each of his son’s nipples and continued down his naked body. Gohan’s limp legs were spread on the bed, his arms hanging loosely by his side.

Goku looked down at his son’s limp penis and took it in his hand, running his thumb over the tip. Gohan grit his teeth as hard as he could to block out the feeling of being touched in his most private area. Goku scooted further down on the bed and settled himself between the boy’s spread thighs.

He was going to make sure that his son got a little something from this too, if not a lesson in sexual gratification. Maybe if Gohan understood sex more, he wouldn’t be so opposed to this. But he would teach him. Gohan would learn to like this, he could tell.

Gohan kept his arm over his face and tried hard to ignore the big warm hand on his young penis, ignore the warm breath as his father settled between his shaking thighs. He groaned when he couldn't ignore the hot tongue that licked along the tip of his exposed flesh.

"Like that, do you?"

"You'll die for this!" Gohan whispered, his face now fiery with anger. He wanted so badly to push his rapist sire off of him and run, screaming and crying to anyone that could help, but he didn't dare. If he had done such a thing and his mother happened to be killed, Gohan was sure she wouldn't be the only one.

He was certain that his father was more than a little crazed and would do anything to get what he wanted at that point. There was no use fighting this, not just yet. Goku would pay in time, even if Gohan didn't have the very much desired privilege to do it.

"You'll love it, I promise you Gohan. Then you'll see that this isn't bad, it's beautiful. You'll see." He whispered in a calm voice that chilled Gohan to the core of his young being. Then a wet tongue slid across the boy's flaccid penis and a tear slipped down his face. He couldn't stand being touched; he didn't want to like anything his perverted father did to him. He felt dirty and wrong and used and he mostly felt like a huge part of him was dying inside. A slow, pitiful death by suffocation of his dignity and ability to trust another person.

He wanted so much to believe that this man with his lips around his most private area, was indeed not his father and that any minute, his real Dad would come and save him and hold him, the right way, and assure him that everything was going to be alright. But that hope was fading faster than his dignity, and slowly but surely he knew that what was happening was real. It was so real, he was being sexual molested by the person he loved and trusted more than anyone else in the world.

Goku looked up at his son's face contorted in a grimace that he didn't like. "Fix your face Gohan! You like this and you know it! Now stop being a little cunt and enjoy it!" He growled nastily.

Gohan whimpered in spite of himself. "Now, stop your damn crying!" Goku stroked his son's still limp penis until it involuntarily hardened and grin sadistically.

Gohan squeezed his eyes shut and tried to pull away as hot lips descended on his little cock, licking and sucking in a hungry frenzy, but Goku held on to his young hips and pulled them upward to his child-molesting mouth.

He just wanted it to end as fast as possible so that he could just cry himself to sleep in peace, but Goku was taking his sweet time with things, slowly slurping from the tip to the base and holding his head there, as if waiting for a reaction from the tortured one under him. Looking up at Gohan's grimacing face, he couldn't help but smile at the boy's discomfort. He was so new to this, perhaps it was uncomfortable at first, but he was sure that he could get his pretty young son to enjoy it, no matter how long it took. After all, he had all night. He wouldn't have known himself, which was why he intended to find out when he was finished taking care of his boy's needs.

Not a sound escaped Gohan, even thought as much as he wanted to scream his pain to the world, he stayed quiet, not giving his father the satisfaction of knowing whether he enjoyed it or not. The demi-Saiyan’s cries threatened to crawl to the surface and resound into the night air but he bit his lips to keep from letting his anguish escape, ripping apart the flesh with his sharp teeth. He concentrated on what he was going to do for revenge, the images in his head so disturbing, he was completely absorbed in the prospect.

Goku noticed the faraway look of animosity in his offspring's eyes and sucked harder, sneaking his hand down to tug on the hairless sac beneath. Gohan's hips arched up into Goku's eagerly sucking mouth and spilled his young cream into his wet mouth. Gohan faintly felt the shudder of his body as his first essence was lost to the rapist’s mouth, but didn't register it, thoughts of tearing his father apart filling his vengeful mind.

Goku swallowed, deciding that his son definitely tasted as sweet as he looked. "Hmmm, yeah, you'll get used to it. In the meantime, my turn." Gohan heard nothing until he felt an increase of weight on his chest and snapped out of his hazed filled thoughts of revenge to see Goku sitting on top of his chest, not even bothering to hold his weight up. He was crushing him, but Gohan said nothing.

He was, however, curiously afraid of what was going to happen next.

Goku leered down at him, and put both of his big hands on the back of his son's head. "Open your mouth."

At first Gohan was confused, but when the wet fleshy tip of his father's cock touched his lips, he pulled his lips back and snarled a warning.

"You're going to suck me, Gohan. Or your brother is a dead brat."

Gohan froze.

Brother?

He didn't have a brother....did he?

"He's still swimming around in the womb, what little proof you'll find that I fucked your uptight bitch mother, but if you don't put your mouth around my cock, I will waste him without another thought."

Tears stung Gohan's eyes as he opened his mouth to accept his fate. He didn't want another life to be subject to the sickness that was his very own father.

"Didn't want another kid anyway." Goku muttered, thrusting his hips up and at the same time impaling Gohan’s face on his throbbing erection.

"Yeah....come on kid, you can do better than that."

Gohan sucked as hard as his inexperienced mouth knew how, but apparently it wasn't good enough because Goku sat up and pumped down into his mouth, using his hair for leverage. Gohan choked when the blunt, wide head of Goku's penis brutally shoved against his throat, demanding entrance.

All of Gohan's resistance couldn't stop the thing from jamming down his throat. The thick invader left little room for bile to rise up and escape the confines of the kid's tortured mouth so he suffered, tears gushing down his face and his hands clutching Goku's thighs for mercy.

Goku grit his teeth, the feeling of the young boy's mouth almost sending him over the edge, but he held on. He wanted this to last, if not to torture him further.

Gohan dragged in precious air through his nose when he could, his throat still spasming around the unwelcome intruder.

"Yes! Ohhh that's good. Good boy, my little boy! Suck it harder!" Gohan tried to comply but couldn't work his throat muscles around something so big so he pulled his lips back and scraped his teeth gently along the sides of Goku's cock.

Goku groaned and began to pump his son's mouth faster until Gohan could feel his erection jump and pulse. Suddenly it was overflowing his mouth, and he choked and spluttered on the foreign fluid spurting into his mouth.

"Oh yes! Swallow every drop. If you miss even one your mother and that kid are history."

Gohan's burning esophagus struggled to accept the stuff but he eventually managad to get it sliding down into his stomach with great difficulty. Goku pulled away and looked down at Gohan with a small frown.

"I should have finished on your face, pretty boy."

"You did good for your first time, but I'll expect better next time."

Gohan blanched. Next time?

Oh no, over his dead body! But he said nothing and only nodded submissively.

"Yes, you'd make a good little lover, once I teach how to please me. You're aggressive, that'll come in handy someday."

Gohan resisted the urge to tell him he wouldn't live long enough to do it again, but kept quiet. He didn't even have to guess what was going to happen next as Goku crawled on top of him and grabbed his legs, lifting them over his shoulder. "Hey kid, I don't have anything, and I'd be a fool to trust you to stay put while I got some so this will hurt, but first...."

Gohan wanted to close his eyes but couldn't, too afraid not to. He thought Goku was going to just lean forward and shove it in him but he was surprised when he ducked his head down and kissed his balls tenderly, as if in apology. He let his head relax back onto his plllow, but jerked back up when he felt something wet drag itself through the cleft of his ass. Was that his---

Gohan chewed visciously on the inside of his cheek, trying to fight the intense feeling but failing. No matter how he tried he couldn't block out the feeling of Goku's hot wet silky tongue licking up his crack with devilish slowness. He sighed quietly and Goku moaned into his butt, driving his tongue as far as it would go into the diminutive body under him.

The sensation was astounding but he tried hard not to push back on the willing tongue in him, for fear that he would give his evil father the idea that he liked what he was doing. He didn't like it, but that didn't mean it didn't feel good. Suddenly Goku stopped and got up on his knees.

"Get up here and suck on it one more time. I'm doing this for your own good."

For the first time all night, Gohan raised up and crawled on his knees to the waiting Goku, who had an all too eager smile that spoke of many perversions on his face. Gohan ignore the hungry look and bent over to claim his father's prick in his mouth once again. He only hoped he was good enough not to be choked again.

Goku moaned softly under the ministrations of his young son's tongue. "Get it nice and wet."

Gohan gathered as much saliva in his mouth as he could and spread it with his tongue liberally over Goku's erection.

"Open your mouth." Gohan did as he was told opening a little wider to allowed Goku to slide out of his mouth and keep his erection slick with spit.

"Lie back down and spread your legs." Gohan reluctantly lied back down but didn't spread. Goku harshly jerk open his knees and settled between them

"Mmm, get ready and if you scream too loud I'll tie you down and gag you and then really let go on you. I'm going to be nice tonight, despite the disobedient little brat you've been."

Fear welled up so tightly in Gohan’s chest he found it hard to breath, his every breath threatening to cut short on him as he gasped for air. Goku watched his son begin to hyperventilate, his small body shaking in fear. He would change that soon. Pressing his cock lightly to Gohans quivering bum, he slowly push forward until the tip burst through, making Gohan cry out in discomfort.

"God, Gohan! That is so TIGHT!" He moaned.

Gohan's felt his being shatter with the penetration, everything in him disappearing into the deep shadows of despair. His eyes went sightless, his body went rigid and his mind went blank. Goku didn't want to wait for him to adjust and slammed his hips forward and buried the rest of his length inside the tight passage of his son and began to plunge deeply, unaware of his son who had slipped into another world to escape the horrifying and painful ordeal. All he knew was his own pleasure; the pleasure of his son's tight virgin ass, the feeling of it gripping his cock like a silken vice.

It was pure heaven.

He thrust violently into the young boy, speeding up until the bed they were on began to creak in protest. Gohan's limp body was shoved into the mattress ruthlessly, but he felt nothing. Nothing at all.

Goku continued to enjoy his son's hot little butt until he could feel the pressure build up in his balls, signaling his impending release.

"Yeaaahhhh, Gohaaannnn!!!" He howled, plunging faster and harder into the boy's tight heat, his grip on his hips tightening so much that it left bruises on the young boy's skin. He dug his heels into the bed and pounded harder until the heat in his stomach spread down and around his balls. He buried himself in to the hilt one more time and came, rocking back and forth. He held on to Gohan until his orgasm subsided and gently let him go. He laid his head down on his son's unresponsive chest, panting and gulping air down, sweat running of his face, chest and back.

"Oh Gohan, that was amazing." He exclaimed and looked down at his now de-virginized son.

Gohan didn't move at all, save for his strangely calm breathing.

"Gohan?" Goku asked, slightly worried.

Gohan didn't respond, he only stared with expressionless dead eyes, eyes that saw nothing outside of what was going in on in his head.

"Gohan." He shook him, but to no avail. So he got up quietly and put his clothes back on and looked at Gohan's naked broken body. Blood heavily stained the light blue sheets and it was very visible even in the semi-darkness of night. He thought for a second he had hurt him, but he didn't hear any complaints...come to think of it, he hadn't heard anything at all.

He covered Gohan's bloody sheets with the blankets on the floor and walked out of his room, adjusting his boxers and yawning, scratching his stomach. It was time for bed, he could use the sleep after the sex he just had. Crawling back into bed with his unsuspecting wife and cuddling her, he reached down to rub her stomach lovingly. He smiled into her pale creamy shoulder and closed his eyes, and a few minutes later, drifted off to sleep.


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Yes, I know that was messed up, but it was a request by a cool person I know and I thought it actually came out pretty good. Please review, don’t be shy now, it’s been a while and I’m trying to update every fic I have at the same time, but... It. Is. So. Hard. But I’ll try. With that said, review away!