Lesson # 1

Title: “Lesson No. 1”

Author: KillJoy

Pairing: Freeza x Vegeta

Warnings: Language, BDSM, rape, toys.

Prompt: Frieza decides the proud young Vegeta needs some special training to increase his tolerance of pain and humiliation. Bonus for inclusion of one or more keywords/concepts: lace panties, enema, needle, rack, implant, catheter, leash, wax strip, make-up, piercing, speculum, double penetration.

Author’s Note: This was very much influenced by the “Saw” movies, which I had stayed up watching with a friend for a few nights. Words/Concepts used: Enema, needle, speculum, and double penetration. So it didn’t make it to the deadline, but it was fun writing and (surprisingly) it’s done. Enjoy ^_^

Word Count: 4,165
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“Something tells me you are not happy with your position here, Vegeta.”

The young Saiyajin managed to lift his head, spitting out hot blood, “Fuck you, lizard.”

It was the same thing every day. The boy was way out of line, always finding new and often destructive ways of displaying his impudence. This time, it was to start a fight with Dodoria for no reason in particular other than “that blubbery piece of shit was asking for it”, as the boy testified. The result was a lot of expenses from the damages, a few casualties who were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Vegeta’s own near-demise until Zarbon managed to pry Dodoria’s fingers out of the kid’s wind-pipe. Zarbon then dragged the caustic, struggling little brat in ki-restraints to Freeza’s quarters, and here they were.

“Your father would not be very happy to know how appalling your behavior has been.”

Vegeta struggled to stand but Zarbon’s boot digging into the middle of his already injured back did not make this possible.

“My father is dead, you fucking asshole! And he’d be proud that I didn’t roll over and lick your fucking boots like some people”, he spat out, eyes darting towards Zarbon meaningfully.

At a last effort to escape, Vegeta suddenly rolled onto his back and jumped up, ignoring his injuries and blindly swung at Zarbon’s face. Zarbon easily caught the youngster’s arm and forced it into a bent position behind the ex-prince’s back, a creak from the boy’s bones bringing a warm smile to his face.

“Sire”, Zarbon said, forcibly controlling his voice, “Shall I perform the usual? You know, beat him within an inch of his life and let him rot in one of the basement cells for a few weeks?”

They both looked at Vegeta as if he were an unruly child of theirs.

“Oooh”, Vegeta said mockingly, “Gonna spank me and send me to my room without any dinner, huh?”

“Would you like me to do it here? For your entertainment, sire?”

“Just lock him up somewhere until I decide to remember he didn’t burn up with the rest of his planet. I don’t think anything we do is getting through to our young, impressionable little monkey”, Freeza replied, “Apparently, we need a new brand of discipline.”

Zarbon pulled on Vegeta’s arm, dragging him away. Vegeta suddenly elbowed Zarbon with his free arm, sending the man to his knees with the sucker punch. He pulled away and staggered to where Freeza stood, simply observing.

“Here’s what I think about you and your FUCKing discipline!”

Before Freeza could move, the boy had spat directly into his face. It was as if time stood still for a minute because, at first, no one reacted. Finally, Freeza wiped off the still-hot, bloody mix of spittle and the kid actually faltered for a second at the look he gave him. The sheen of fear in the defiant eyes made him want to laugh but anger proved stronger.

“You are simply asking for it, boy.”

In a move too fast to follow with his eyes, Vegeta felt a sharp spike of pain in the side of his neck and saw Freeza’s hand raised in post-strike. He stepped back and stared at Freeza as if he were confused, and then he fell, eyes rolling into his head as he hit the floor.

Freeza glared at Zarbon and pointed to the motionless heap, “Get him out of here. Into one of the prisoner cells. I will deal with him myself.”

After nearly a decade of this and the boy was still under the impression that he was under Freeza’s service voluntarily, like an employment of some kind. He was yet to declare Freeza his master without some kind of major physical trauma to “persuade” the words out of his often sore, bleeding mouth.

And now he was regressing, spitting like a rotten brat.

Freeza watched as Zarbon dragged the unconscious ex-prince out of the room. The body left a faint, shimmering trail of sweat and blood on the floor. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. It was like some kind of slimy insect.

Which is what the little monkey was compared to him. An insect. And yet the ex-prince didn’t realize this. Poor, disillusioned little thing.

Freeza smiled suddenly, remembering the fear trying so hard to hide in those angry, smoldering eyes. Sometimes the boy reminded him of himself when he was young and under the rule of his father, King Kold. And there were certain…things…he had done to ensure strict obedience. Freeza tilted his head to the side and his smile widened, mind working away at the possibilities.

Someone should teach the brat his place.
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Vegeta awoke with a start, and then groaned as the aches of his injured body woke up as well. That fucking Dodoria. He only got the upper hand because he weighed about a ton and a half. As his eyes adjusted to the dim, red light he could see a solitary figure standing before him in the darkness.

“Who’s there?”, he demanded, “You tell that cowardly reptile to come here himself if he wants me! I’m ready and waiting for him!”

The figure moved so fast he was on top of him before he even finished his sentence, “Never say I don’t get you what you ask for, my little prince.”

Vegeta’s skin crawled at the recognition of Freeza’s glee-filled voice hissing in his ear. He tried to push him off but was slammed again into the ground. This time, he used all his strength to try lifting an arm that was currently pinned in an unrelenting grip and, after a few minutes of vein-popping effort, only managed to lift it half an inch before Freeza pushed it into the ground again easily, an infuriating giggle to accompany this defeat.

“Where are you going? Don’t want to miss out on all the fun, do you?”

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!!”

Freeza tilted his head to the side, thinking, then gave the angry child a smile, “Umm, no. We’re going to spend some quality time together, just you and me.”

Vegeta’s expression was confused for a moment, before he tried to convey as much dignity as one could in his position, “My subjects would not stand for this treatment of their prince--”

“Vegeta”, Freeza cut in, “I hate to say this, but not only is this little speech getting old, but your subjects are off on an emergency mission that conveniently came up an hour ago. And even if they were here, what do you think they would do? Protect their little prince? From me?”

Vegeta glared at him quietly, not wanting to admit the impossibility of a rescue.

Freeza smiled at him sympathetically, “Now then…”

Vegeta’s eyes widened as Freeza brought his face close and he turned his own face away, confused and utterly nauseous. He trembled in fear and disgust as cold lips brush against his cheek. One of his arms was released and something metallic encircled his neck and pinched his skin. His fingers flew to feel a collar. Trailing from a ring on the collar was a heavy chain, which led to the darkened ceiling.

“What…what the fuck is this?”

Freeza smiled innocently, “Nothing to worry about, Vegeta. You leave that to me.”

He got up, leaving Vegeta dazed on the floor as the boy realized he was no longer being held down and started to get to his feet. Freeza noticed, looking over his shoulder as he stood at a control panel.

“You know, I would just stay put if I were you.”

Vegeta stood, emitting as much bravado as he could, “You can’t tell me what to--”

A whirr of high-tech machinery interrupted him and the collar tightened as he was raised up by his neck. Desperately, he tried to fire ki at the chain but noted with a strangled growl that the ki-restraints were still secured around his wrists. His feet began leaving the floor inch by inch, soon just barely scraping the metallic ground with his toes.

“Comfy?”

Freeza smiled up at him, laughing when he tried to kick out at him and only succeeded in choking himself further. He gripped the bound prince along his upper arms, then dug his nails in and dragged them down to his wrists to secure more equipment to his ki-restraints, loving the hot lines of blood beading along the flushed skin.

The boy struggled more, the pressure on his throat causing him to make rather amusing sounds as he tried to breathe. Not until Vegeta’s hands frantically gripped the chain that held him aloft and attempted to pull himself up did Freeza intervene.

“Na ah ah!”

The chain began to slip through his grasp as he felt his ankles grabbed and pulled slowly downward. He tried to scream out, do anything but his collar once more silenced him. He tried to kick again but Freeza’s grip was too strong. Around each ankle more clasps were tightly secured, matching the ones around his wrists. He felt his legs spread painfully wide apart. His vision began to fade around the edges and an intense pounding resounded behind his eyes. Suddenly, Freeza’s face appeared before him.

“Guhnnguh…fffnng-k-nng k-k--”

Freeza smiled and stroked Vegeta’s flushed face, rather liking the way his eyes tightened in response to his caress, as if this intimate touch was more uncomfortable than being slowly hung.

Vegeta released the chain and despite causing himself to drop and therefore tighten the pressure around his neck, reached out deliriously for Freeza’s throat. Freeza laughed and entwined his own fingers with Vegeta’s, lifting his hands apart and above his head. As he began to drift off into darkness, Vegeta vaguely felt his wrists secured and the pressure on his neck receding. Gasping and retching, at least he was able to breathe again. He focused on Freeza’s innocently smiling face.

“Ughk…you f-fucking psychotic--”

At once he was silenced with a dizzying slap that seemed to rattle his skull.

“You don’t talk unless I allow it.”

At first Vegeta only stared in disbelief at the words but before he could react, Freeza pinched the shoulder of his already tattered uniform and pulled until it ripped.

“What…what are you--”

Another slap brought stung his eyes with the promise of tears.

“What did I just say?”

Another rip and Vegeta felt his stomach and chest exposed, the damp air hitting his young muscles. He opened his mouth to protest again but Freeza suddenly clamped his hand over his parted lips. Vegeta tried jerking his head back as something hard was forced into his mouth, stretching it open. Freeza swiftly secured two straps behind his head and stepped back, admiring the device. Vegeta’s eyes went wide with infuriating anger, as well as that sheen of fear Freeza so liked, when he realized he could no longer close his mouth.

“Not something you’re unused to--you never could keep that infernal trap closed, could you?”

Vegeta replied with something that may have been, “Fuck you.”

His arms suddenly pulled up. He looked upwards to see what could be causing his involuntary movement, then felt his legs swing up behind him. Bands that had been put on his wrists and ankles were glowing a bright red and Freeza was controlling them with a band around his upper arm, also glowing red.

“Because you don’t seem to ever want to cooperate with me, I thought this best”, Freeza explained, positioning Vegeta so he was upside-down and almost face-to-face with him, “Is this your worst fear, Vegeta? My having complete control over you?”

Vegeta whipped his head back and forth as Freeza tried to close in on his lips, instead gently kissing his ear lobe before closing his teeth over the sensitive flesh and loving the way Vegeta’s struggling increased. His hands wandered against his hot flesh, ripping any cloth he came in contact with until a complete uniform lay in tatters beneath them. His tail curled tightly around his upper waist, trembling slightly.

“Or is it”, Freeza continued as he positioned Vegeta on his back at his waist-level, “…maybe that’s what you want. To be controlled. You’re so wild, Vegeta. So disobedient. Maybe all you need is a little tough love.”

That said, Freeza withdrew a needle from a small metallic table. Vegeta’s eye caught the slight sliver of steel and immediately began to struggle again, uselessly of course, as the tip of the needle’s shaft penetrated his skin slowly. Freeza paused, looking down at the anguished young face.

“You can still stop this, you know. It doesn’t have to happen this way.”

Vegeta’s chest stopped heaving for a moment and his eyes narrowed, searching Freeza’s face warily. There was always a catch.

“Your behavior, as you know, has been nothing short of intolerable lately. As you are still young, maybe you’re acting out because you’re a little spoiled brat in need of guidance only I can provide. However…”

Leaning in close to his reluctant subject, he twisted the needle just enough to see those beautifully angry eyes wince from the pain.

“…however, I need to know that you realize you belong to me, always have and always will no matter how much you stray. Ever since you first set foot on my ship, I have always been your master.”

He smiled as he saw the doubt and fear in Vegeta’s face, then, predictably, as the prince’s face turned away. The poor thing was in denial.

“So be it. Just remember, you brought this on yourself. And this is all for your own good.”
Heat flew into Vegeta from his inner elbow, molten fire ravaging him as he screamed. The heat never left afterwards, heightening his senses so he felt every single thing done to him with sparkling white intensity.

Chest heaving, he managed to lift his head in time to see but more feel Freeza’s hand wrap tightly around the shaft of his cock, nails scraping. Freeza smiled to see the young body contort so extremely at this.

He brought his own face close to him, “Oh, Vegeta. I can already see that this is going to be very, very long day for you.”

Vegeta’s eyes, wide with panic and pain, suddenly tightened and another beautiful scream pierced the air from what Freeza was currently doing.

“Tsk, tsk, so tight”, Freeza said disdainfully, withdrawing his fingers, “But we can fix that easily.”

Freeza lowered Vegeta’s upper body so his head was close to the floor and his ass was lifted up, legs open. The boy cringed and moaned awkwardly through his strange gag as Freeza’s tongue dragged along his inner thighs, leaving behind icy trails of sticky saliva. He was not even allowed a moment before he felt something forced into his ass.

“K-k--NNNG!”

In the periphery of his vision he could see Freeza fiddling around with further devices, but then he was mortified at the sensation of an oily fluid flowing into him. The drug he’d been injected with interpreted this as an explosion in his nerves and he writhed, unsure if it felt good or not. The fluid continued to fill him until he was sure he would burst. Suddenly the tube was ripped out of him and his muscles tightened immediately to stop the flow of the fluid back out of him. His legs started to lift higher and spread farther and he groaned with the effort of keeping his muscles tensed. Sweat began forming and dripping down his skin.

“Aw, the little brat doesn’t want to make a mess? Here, let me help you with that.”

His upper body swung upwards and he felt nails claw into his hips, and then something smooth and hard rubbing against and between his ass, then pushing, forcing itself into him.

“Hmm, still so tight…”

The fluid was actually helping but that didn’t make this any easier. The thing was pushed deep, deep inside of him and seemed to have a slight vibration running through it. Freeza suddenly strolled into his field of vision, holding an innocent looking remote control. Breathing hard, Vegeta eyed the device in Freeza’s hands, his tongue uncomfortably dry and the corners of his mouth stinging from being stretched wide.

“Wondering what this button does, hmm? If you apologize for yesterday, you won’t have to find out.”

To Freeza’s surprise, Vegeta hesitantly lifted his head, his expression one of frantic contemplation, then glared at him, though the distraught was still apparent in his eyes. Freeza merely stared, at a mild loss of what to say, then smiled to cover his displeasure.

“Most would have given up by now, but not my stubborn little monkey, huh? You’d rather have your body broken than show me a little remorse?”

Freeza looked down before smiling mischievously at his captive, thumb pressing down on a glowing icon on the device. Vegeta’s body jumped as he felt something move inside him, feeling only discomfort at first before the drug kicked in again and he felt as though his insides were being ripped apart as the thing seemed to expand and rotate. To add to all of this, the fluid from the enema began dripping down his splayed legs and onto the floor as he cried out in pain and shame. Now the speculum-device stretching him open started withdrawing and with it went a last trickle of the fluid. Wet and exhausted, he fought the urge to give in, as well as the nagging of tears threatening to escape.

“All clean and ready for more fun, my little prince?”, Freeza sang out mockingly behind him.
Vegeta’s arms were forced behind him and together at the wrists, his legs once more spread. This time he could feel Freeza come up and press against him, his icy cock rubbing around the opening of his sore ass before slipping in, aided by the lubrication of the enema’s fluid.

“Nnng…nnnngg…”, Vegeta protested, shaking his head and trying to look behind him.

“Sorry, Vegeta”, Freeza replied, positioning himself at an angle, “I’m through with negotiations for now.”

Before he could stop himself, Vegeta cried out as Freeza slammed into him. The thought of that thick cock of ice pushing in and pulling out made him sick, but the drug let him feel every inch sliding against his well-lubricated insides. As he felt him plunge deep again, a hot spark of sensation filled him with something like pleasure. Freeza noticed this and smiled silently as he continued thrusting against that sensitive bundle of nerves that made the boy cry out over and over and over. He gently grazed nails against the base of the still tightly wound tail and Vegeta let out a sobbing moan, his breathing increasing in rate.

The boy was close, Freeza could feel the initial twitching of muscle and the glazed eyes as he pulled his head back by his hair, staring into his face. Perfect. Shakily, he grabbed for another object on the nearby table, this one an almost comically large, black dildo. Pulling on the boy’s hair again so he was arched against his chest, he slid the smooth phallus against his gaping, drooling mouth before shoving it in.

Vegeta reacted immediately as the thing choked him but then Freeza began fucking him harder and faster and feeling the dull pain bring him even closer to the edge seemed more important than breathing. He felt Freeza pull out and his body sagged in its bonds, relieved, until he felt not one but two intrusions pushing against his ass, trying to gain entrance. Freeza tightened his grip on the head of his own cock and the tip of the dildo, took a deep breath, and forced them both in, stretching the prince’s sore hole, tight to the point of pain now but all worth it from the anguished scream currently deafening his ears. He paused again, bending forward to lick the sweat rolling down Vegeta’s neck.

“Come on, boy. You know you can stop this.”

A sob suddenly floated up, the prince’s rare tears finally making an appearance. His head bowed forward, shoulders shuddering from his silent cries. Freeza leaned forward, expectant of his victory, only to be disappointed when Vegeta shook his head and gave out a distorted, “NO.”

Freeza felt a cold anger beginning to boil inside him, and almost convulsively slammed his cock and the dildo forward as hard as he could, the boy’s head snapping back and his body trembling from the sensation as another delicious cry ripped out of him.
“Stupid boy”, Freeza muttered, grimacing as he struggled to combat the hot tightness trying to force him out.

Wildly, Vegeta pulled against the invisible binds holding him in place, teeth gritting so hard that the device in his mouth began to bend and finally snap, cutting deep into his lower lip before falling broken to the floor. Yet, with his mouth now free, he found he was no longer capable of anything coherent. The double penetration was leading to more pain than pleasure, yet there was that dull ache each time he felt both Freeza and the dildo jab at him, stretching him mercilessly. His eyes began to roll into his head, pain and pleasure mixing into blissful agony and when he felt fingers threading his tail roughly he lost it completely, howling like an animal as he came.

Freeza pulled out and stumbled backward, pulling Vegeta down so his face was in the perfect position. Vegeta’s eyes were open, but they didn’t appear to be actually seeing anything as the boy recovered, raggedly gasping and sobbing through his bleeding, quivering mouth.

“I think you enjoyed that a little too much, Vegeta”, Freeza said, angry and tired as well, “I’m wondering if this is punishment, or if you’re actually a little whore and you’ve been secretly loving all this.”

He began stroking his own cock inches away from Vegeta’s unresponsive face.

“Maybe you want me to treat you like a cheap slut. Maybe you’ll like this--”

Vegeta only flinched when the icy cum spurted all over his face, weakly turning away but doing nothing else. Freeza rubbed the last of it off his cock onto the boy’s face, watching for a reaction and becoming infuriated when he was denied one.

“What?”, Freeza nearly screamed, “What do you need to have done before you finally realize the truth?! You go through all this and still you can’t see that you are nothing compared to me? Huh?”

He deactivated the bonds so Vegeta fell like a ragdoll onto the floor with a groan. Grabbing his sweat-dampened spikes of hair and pulling him so they were face to face, he felt his anger heighten as Vegeta merely looked at him.

“All this, all I’ve done and still your disillusioned little brain can’t process anything”, Freeza hissed at him, now spitting as he spoke, “You’re no prince. You’re my new favorite toy. What do you say to that? We might do this every day and maybe next time we’ll have your so-called subjects here, our own little audience.”

He shook Vegeta’s limp body angrily, “Well?! How does that sound?!”

Vegeta’s eyes, now dull and still red from crying, seemed to smile in a way his sore, bleeding mouth could not and it only angered Freeza further.

“You…”, Vegeta managed to say, his throat raw, “You’re desperate. It’s pathetic and it’s sad, but it’s also funny as hell.”

Driving Freeza to an almost insane limit of anger, Vegeta began laughing, weakly of course, but still, the little bastard was actually fucking laughing. Laughing at him.

“Stop that!”, Freeza snapped, slapping him hard but getting no result.

Fuming, Freeza activated the bonds again, slamming the boy into the wall and finally stopping his idiot giggling but not the smirking smile he now had twisted on his cum-stained face. Freeza glared at him hatefully before something dawned on him and his lips smiled slowly. He stared coolly at Vegeta, whose own smile began to fade at seeing this.

“You realize what this means, don’t you, boy?”

Vegeta felt an uneasiness wash over him as Freeza began to laugh softly.

“We have so much work to do, you and I”, Freeza said, holding up another syringe and drawing more of the sense-heightening drug into it, “And you’re going to learn your lesson, oh yes. Even if it kills you.”

He closed the distance between himself and Vegeta, flicking liquid off the tip of the needle. Vegeta’s eyes remained transfixed on it, the tip glowing red in the dim light before tears began to blur everything in red and darkness.

No, he wanted to say, No more. But his pride would not release him.

“Fine. I can’t make you submit. Heh, not yet.”

The needle sank in again and fire swallowed him.

“But I know I can make you scream.”

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Author's Note: Just to clarify, as this had been a question before, the "gag" Vegeta has on is not really a gag--it's a device that stretches the mouth open and wide.