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Son Goten was wearing leather pants, his bare chest oiled and glistening in the array of lights. His abs rock hard stomach bent inward as he walked over to them with a hand on the cut of his bare pelvic bone. “Finally…”

Trunks swallowed and only then he noticed that his mouth was dry. “Yeah, he begged me.”

Goten sucked in a breath and his pecks rose up and dived in with a crease of muscle. And Trunks could smell him. It was a strong, intoxicating smell, and those eyes, that way he looked so deeply into the very center of him.

Trunks was shaking. “If course he did. You were nice enough to say yes to him, right?”

“I…I guess so…”

Goten stepped close and slowly took the end of the leash from trembling hands. The nylon material slid gently between tanned fingers. “I’m glad, but this is a training area. You must keep him on a leash…”

Gohan whimpered as the leash slid under his color and the metal clip slid over his flesh. He looked down from under his mask to find eyes like his own staring at him, hyper focused on his breath, the twitch of his limbs as he fought what was clearly instinctual. The metal clasp was connected in a loop to the nylon leash the teacher rasped. “Go…”

“In here I am called The Handler, and you were not given permission to speak…” Goten smiled softly and took Trunks by the hand around the chair and slowly sat him down.

Without warning Gohan fell to his knees like the other men and found himself aroused to the point of pain at the tightening around his neck. He hissed. “Tr...“

A gloved finger pressed against his mask. “Shh...”

Trunks watched in complete wonder as Goten stood and stroked a whip against his cheek. “Here your name is Master…and he…” He pointed to Gohan was struggling at the leash around his neck. “…belongs to you. He should speak only when spoken to… do as you command without question. If he does not then you are to punish him as you see fit…”

The leather whip was placed in his shaking hand and with that Goten walked over and hopped back to the stage were Trunks noticed a muscular man with thick curly hair was propped up on his hands and knees. He had a mask on but Trunks clearly could see it was Mr. Satan. “Holy shit…”

Goten sat on the saviors straightened back like a chair and ran his hands through thick curly hair. “Today's lesson will be on obedience. I would like to see your submissive react to your will without question. It should become second nature, so that words are not needed. As always,establish your safe word before you begin. “

Trunks watched as the men and women in the chairs began commanding their partners to come to sit in front of them and all manner of play was ensued. A man began peeling his pants off and the prince looked down as slow soft moans began filtering beside him. “Shit…”

As Trunks began to contemplate if this was a good time to leave or whether or not he wanted to continue this…oddly satisfying experience, he fumbled with the leash handle and thumbed the soft leather whip. 'This is too much… right… I mean this isn’t what we came for…’

Gohan sat on his haunches and looked down at the dangling leash with a peculiar sense of embarrassment. He didn’t mind his position, for he was feeling somewhat sad that Trunks wasn’t using him, or asking him to participate. He wasn’t sure if it was the atmosphere or the leash against his throat spurring his thoughts, but the anticipation of his lover's next move was causing his arousal to thump against his slacks. He whimpered with need.

Trunks took a chance and pulled softly at the leash and the older saiyan crawled in front of him with almost too much eagerness. They gazed at each other from under glossy masks and the prince opened his legs wider with tension. ‘Are you ok with this?‘

Gohan purred and leaned forward between muscled thighs. 'Hell yes…’

Trunks blushed. ‘Safe word…’

‘Kame House…’

Before fear could take hold Trunks gripped the leash tighter. “Pull your dick out… I want to see how hard you are for me…”

Gohan moaned, quickly tugged at his green dress shirt and unzipped his pants. He fumbled with his boxers before pulling the small slit in the material aside, allowing his thick erection to spring out. Thick, messy precum immediately began drizzling like water from the fat tip, and the professor groaned, his hips arching up in pleasure.

Trunks growled at the sight and gripped the metal chair between his legs. Being well endowed was a part of being saiyan, which was why Chichi put up with Goku and why he was sure his mom kept going back to his father, but Gohan seemed to have been in all the right lines when kami was making him in heaven. His cock was beautiful and scary in its length and girth, painful to ride and yet he craved it every month they were apart. In his hotel he would jerk off thinking about his fiancée and his large, sensitive cock almost every night.

Staring at it now and how aroused he was just made all the long nights worth it. With the chorus of moans and grunts around them serving as an aphrodisiac, the prince began to stroke his covered arousal as he stared at it and its bubbling tip. “Did you jerk off while I was away…”

Gohan growled hands balled at his thighs. “You know I didn’t…you know I can’t…”
Lavender hair tossed back as the prince leaned deeper into the chair drunk on his position. His power over his very dominant mate at that moment.

He lifted a foot to rest on the edge of his chair and rubbed at the wetness forming against his thigh. “Do it…stroke yourself for me…”

“Tr-“ The older demi started to say but the leash tightened and he saw stars. “M-Master-please-“

That please ran straight down the young fighter’s spine and caused the button of his slacks to pop off at his cock's desire. He fondled the spilling tip which prodded from the band of his pants and hissed. “Do it.”

Gohan frowned and looked up angrily as he wrapped a hand around his manhood, but his brows turned upwards and he cried out, palm sliding over cum covered veins and hot flesh.

“So fucking good!!” He sobbed out loud as it covered the tip and arched his back as he jerked downward.

Seed spurted over his dress shirt and Trunks cursed as his mate's cries grew louder with each stroke till he was coming with a shriek, muscles tense and rigid. “YES!! FUCK YES!!”

Trunks bit his lip and slid the feathered end of the whip into a pool of hit cum on his stomach. “Fuck…I love when you do that.. “

There was applause and Trunks blushed under his sweat clad mask as another ‘Master' came over to inspect his work. “He is sensitive like a virgin. How did you accomplish this?”

Trunks smirked. “Oh well when we got together, he had an addiction to masturbating. Now he never does it unless I ask even though he wants to all the time.”

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They went home shortly after where Trunks immediately put their new whip and leash to good use. Gohan cried out as the whip slapped against his backside and his thrusts grew deeper. Harder. He felt his lover try to push his girth out and sobbed at the renewed tightness. “Fuck! Trunks please!”

Trunks clung to him, hand tugging the leash. Whipping that muscle clad ass with every stroke outward. He felt his mate's jab against his prostate before dropping with fatigue and pumping precum into his womb. The prince growled. “Harder!!”

The whip cracked down again and Gohan was sobbing into his lover's neck, hips slapping between tanned thighs as he pounded the bratty ceo into the mattress within an inch of his life. Ki crackled around him as he lost control of his rhythm and hammered the hot tight swell of his lover's matting basin. His back went rigid and he gathered the prince upwards as he rocked into sweat clad cheeks with several vicious slaps. He forced his seed inside that contracting canal with 4 hard thrusts and whined. “Holy shit-ahh fuck Trunks!!”

Trunks opened blurry eyes to notice his head was dangling in mid air and that he felt fucked to death. He smiled lazily as they uncurled back into the sheets and looked at the leash in his hand.

He knew exactly what he was doing on his vacation.
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Son Goten growled as he practically ripped the door of his apartment of the hinges. Someone was going to pay for knocking on his door. He took one look into baby blue eyes and frowned. “Go home, Trunks!”

Trunks rushed in before the door was shut in his face. “Hear me out…”

Goten lit a smoke and sat down on the couch in nothing but some black silk boxers. He lit a smoke with his finger and scratched through his hair. “Let me guess. You whipped and choked my brother while he was balls deep in your ass and now you want to know what I do for a living? You two have been avoiding me for months! Even dad and mom has came to my classes! You two are a pair of stuck up, snobby…”

From the bedroom door a groggy Hercule came out rubbing his eyes. “Everything ok, baby bear?”

Trunks blushed as his friend's face softened and he blushed. “Everything is good, papa bear. Go back to bed.”

They watched him leave and Trunks made a yuck face. Goten just shrugged. “I have daddy issues. We both do for that matter. Look. I’m glad you came out. Means the world, but this is not a game. If you take on the role it is for life. Gohan is not the kind of guy who is going to become submissive dom overnight. “

Trunks sat down and clasped his hands together. “Please…”

“Trunks….”

“Please, Goten, he fucked me so hard I can’t walk straight! This is Gohan we are talking about! Do you know how vanilla he is?! He folds his socks!”

Goten chuckled and his smirk grew sinister. “You will listen to everything I say?”

Trunks blushed. Goten knew how to turn it on at the drop of a hat. All of a sudden he was this sultry, dangerous thing. The prince cleared his throat and his voice grew quiet. “Yeah…everything you say…”

Goten purred, a finger tilting his friend's head back gently. He whispered. “Gohan will be your servant…your pet… He will cum when you ask him to, do all the housework for you. It will be instinctual to him. Do you understand? When he fucks you, it will be for your pleasure and yours alone. His… will be secondary.”

Trunks let his eyes close and moaned in his throat. He wanted it. He wanted all of it. “Yes…hell yes! I want that… I need that…”

As if a light switch was turned off, that finger was gone and Goten was back to his goofy self. “Awesome! I require Mondo burgers as payment. Once we get the paperwork filled out and buy the required items, we'll get to work!”

He turned to his side. “Papa bear I’m going to be working with Trunks for a few weeks! Make sure you go to all your work out sessions and the tv interviews!”

Trunks blinked. Had he just… made a deal with the devil?