Welcome to Boxer & Rice

The sun slowly reached its peak in the sky, looking down on the nice red bricked house with a nice patio and freshly cut front lawn. It could not send its rays inside, but it continued to watch, as if curiously. Through the window there was a purple haired man that had recently become twenty-eight, walked across his bedroom floor.

A large bedroom it was too, one that best fit the owner of Capsule Corp. It had a nice ceiling fan over head, churning the air about in a swift motion, making ambient noises in the background. There were many complimenting furniture pieces placed in strategic positions, it had made the room that much more appealing. A tall mahogany wardrobe pressed up against the right wall, a desk in the corner overlooking the backyard from the window, and a golden brown dresser was touching the large king sized bed, which were the least of the magnificent objects in the room.

Trunks lightly sat on his bed folding his arms before him in a thoughtful fashion staring into the open door leading into his spacious bathroom. The best in the entire house.

Letting out a soft sigh before standing up, Trunks had turned his eyes onto the dresser only inches from him. Five drawers. And three were his. The other two belonged to his roommate, or perhaps there was a better word for him. In the top drawer were where Trunks kept his boxers, briefs, and socks. The second drawer held pajamas and other clothing of that nature. The third drawer was the most delightful for it contained his desired items.

Gohan knew nothing of what lie in that drawer, he hadn’t even asked. That’s the sort of man he was.

Almost as if he were breaking a carefully kept secret, Trunks reached his hand out, nearing closer to the drawer with each step. His deep sky blue eyes were intent on what lie behind the barrier of wood. The man’s fingers stretched out and then curled around the handle, gripping it tight and pulling it out, little by little.

He grinned, chuckling to himself as he found a few choice items inside and pulled them out carefully from the drawer.

A chastity belt, a bottle of lube, a few coils of hemp rope, a ball gag, a black spiked collar, an entire outfit designed specifically for Trunks’ use, anal beads that he planned to coat in lubricant (with mint inside!) to help with stretching and would leave a burning sensation where it touched, and a variety of other surprises that he had set up for the night to come.

His fingers ran along the sleeveless leather jacket, bringing it up to his nose and taking a whiff of it. He’d always loved leather; it was a secret fetish of his that he never voiced aloud to Gohan. He placed the jacket down neatly next to the kinky items he had before running his fingertips against the nice black fingerless gloves, then over his mesh top, and finally what he was most looking forward to wear: his leather pants. Worn with a nice belt buckle, the pants would be the highlight. Of course, there were many things that he wanted to get around to.

As if he hadn’t already done so for the last three weeks, Trunks examined each of his toys. Each toy was different from the last and according to their packages guaranteed fun for both partners.

He smiled, returning a dark black dildo to its resting place on the quilt, quickly turning his eyes onto the clock. His grin grew, pulling at the ends of his mouth as he mulled over the thought of being clean for the dirty show that would soon occur.

Trunks finally nodded his head, walking toward the bathroom, stripping off his brown top and letting it fall to the floor as he turned on the fan and light upon entering the white tiled area. He continued inside, letting the door remain open as he unbuckled his pants, stepping onto his bathmat at the same time and reaching into the bath to let the water begin its rushing descent into the tub, for a moment pausing to feel the temperature. His pants began to slide down his thin slender legs as he reached down further into the tub and placed the plug in the plug hole to allow the water to start accumulating in the tub.

There was no point in watching the water fall from the faucet, so Trunks stepped out of his jeans and left those too on the floor as well. Now simply in his briefs, he made his way over to the sink and checked his reflection, shining his bright white teeth into the mirror and, thinking vainly to himself. He smiled at his handsome features, prodding his cheek. It was difficult to not have some pride with an amazing partner with him each night calling him beautiful and other such attractive-like words.

Finding nothing wrong with his reflection, he turned to face the bath tub, walking over to it. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic of the underwear and pushed them down until they fell to his feet, to which he simply stepped out before climbing naked into the tub of water.

The warm liquid felt warm and inviting to his skin, pushing lightly against it as the ripples caused from the waterfall from the faucet emanated out. Soon the other leg joined in and took a firm placement on the rubber mat inside.

Best not to trip and fall, Gohan had said when Trunks had asked him why he had such an uncomfortable looking appendage added to what he thought was a very nice bath already.

At this thought, Trunks smiled, gripping the sides of the tub and then slowly lowered himself into the depths of the water.

He sighed, licking his lips with pleasure. The water was almost half-way full and covered most of Trunks’ lower body.

Trunks slid down the white surface until his back rest against the highly contrasted cold tub. The mixture of the two temperatures had an odd effect on his skin and made him shiver. He stretched out his legs and let them sit on the rim, above his head.

This is the life… He slowly closed his eyes and let his mind drift off, ignoring the splashing of the water or the sound of the fan overhead. Diligent boyfriend, wonderful house, great company, and… the sex.

They had been having sex more and more often to where Gohan and Trunks could barely keep their hands off each other when they got home. All day the two of them would hold up the pretence of being just two close friends that inherited the company from Trunks’ parents without letting any of the employees or news reporters find out about their secretive relationship.

Trunks could recall a time when he got home and he was greeted by his loving mate and groped more than he had ever been in a single evening. Suficent to say they had sex three times that night. It wasn’t even that dumb law of diminishing returns. No, it was just as good as the last, if not amazingly better.

The water had reached his chin by now and slowly crept up to cover his lips.

He decided to push up a little, letting his neck rest against the back of the tub and allowed his long purple hair to fall back and reveal his perfectly shaped ears.

It had been quite awhile since he had a peaceful time alone. Not that he wished he could have a break from Gohan. A few relationships might not last well with a lot of physical contact, but they did fairly well with it. All they had to do was look at each other and they’d be instantly turned on. Some might explain it as the honeymoon effect, but every day.

Having sex over and over again each day would obviously be uncomfortable and rub certain areas on the body raw and make them almost completely unusable, which is why Trunks had to put his foot down (however reluctantly) and spread it out to twice a week.

It was like he was sent to Hell, because the rule controlled him as well, not just Gohan. Their nights ended up being ten times more passionate.

A groan of pleasure escaped from him as he remembered this, instantly bringing him into a heated state. He shook his head to remove the image of his lover sweating and gasping to prevent himself from losing precious semen for later.

His eyes opened once more and glanced around, thinking.

Gohan would be home in an hour. This left Trunks with just enough time to get dressed and settled.

The both of them had been an underground couple for about twelve years. This held many troubles for them, due to them being men and also keeping it all a secret from their parents and friends. Still, their love couldn’t be stifled so easily. Gohan had suggested that they go to work at different times to keep outsiders from knowing that they worked together and were anything more than roommates. Every day they would go to work separate ways.

Trunks very much enjoyed his car, which he had designed, and took that, usually going first since he was head of the company.

Gohan, on the other hand, traded off between his own orange truck and the everyday bus.

About a year ago, the two of them found that having the same type of sex over and over again just wasn’t enough. It wasn’t that they were tired of each other, but they were tired of the positions that they believed to be the only way to really fuck each other.

Luckily, Gohan’s computer smarts came in handy and he took a look around the inter web and came across a rather interesting ‘kink’ called S&M. There didn’t seem to be a problem with trying it out.

Little did they know that they would try it once and become immediately hooked on it. Hell, the mere fact that one of them was taking complete control of the situation was enough to turn anyone on. Though, they couldn’t just let it run on and become boring. In the end, they ultimately decided that they would take turns, switching the master and the slave once a week.

It was Trunks’ turn this time, and he was going to take full advantage of it.

He switched off the water with his foot and waded in the water for a little while. Trunks just laid there, comfortably listening to nothing at all and thinking about emptiness.

The sound of a clock chiming below him brought him to his senses and allowed him to grasp the time, which meant that he had to get out of his rather pleasing tub.

With a soft groan, he pushed himself up to sit up straight. He pulled the plug and felt the water instantly heading toward the new opening. He didn’t wait for the water to drain out completely, pulling his body up to stand, reaching out and taking a short white towel from the hanging rod and wrapped it around his mid-drift. He grabbed a second and pulled it around his shoulders before stepping out and making sure he had firm footing before stepping out completely.

The liquid fell from Trunks’ body like he was on fire, dripping onto the mat.

Again, Trunks just began his walk into the other room, drying off his torso and neck as he walked over to his bed. He used the towel to clean his ears one at a time, reaching out with his free hand and pulling on his leather pants.

He had decided against wearing underwear. The pure feeling of leather brushing against his skin was enough to make the choice easy. He pulled them up completely, letting the towel fall and then buckling the pants.

I’m really doing this… Trunks quickly enjoyed the feeling of the tight clothing against his skin, not focusing on it too much as he put his mesh top on, followed by his jacket, gloves, and a hair tie to pull back his long violet hair.

A grin passed across his face once more as he gazed into the full length mirror at his reflection.

Today he was going to try something new. The truth was that Gohan and Trunks had been doing the whole deal for a long time and the only time that Trunks felt like he was truly enjoying himself was when he was the master. Not that he didn’t enjoy being the slave sometimes, but having complete control just drove him up the wall. Trucks knew that he was power hungry when he let it control him like that.

With his new outfit and plans set into motion, Trunks walked down the stairs, checking that both the bottom and top locks were indeed set before slipping a finely written note under the door for Gohan to find before walking into the kitchen and locating a banana and pulling the skin off before taking a large bite out of it.

He went into the dining room and sat down, looking out of the window from his secret spot in the corner. Gohan wouldn’t see him in any case, but he would be able to see everything that happened and he was looking forward to what would occur.

*****

He didn’t have to wait long for his tall dark and handsome lover to come walking around the corner in his nice brown suit, tie hanging rather loosely around his neck, and a tired, but happy expression donned on his face. Gohan had always had great looks, ever since they had first met; however odd the circumstances were.

Gohan reached the door and immediately tried to open it, but, to his dismay, found it locked. He cocked his head to the side and tried again, but to no avail. It was then that he turned to search for his keys, something that he hadn’t had to use for quite some time.

It was a beautiful and nice neighborhood, the kind where there was almost never a need to lock the door when you left for work in the morning. Usually, neither of them did, but Trunks had a few things in mind. He’d taken the keys from Gohan’s pocket that morning.

There was a moment where Gohan just stood there looking perplexed and confused, wondering where he’d left his keys and then finally trying to figure out why the door was locked in the first place. He ran his fingers through his dark black hair and then finally knocked on the door. Gohan placed his briefcase on the ground beside him and waited patiently for Trunks to come to the door and let him inside.

Trunks stood up at the sound of the door, stifling a laugh at his lover’s actions at the door as he walked to the door and slowly undid the locks. All the while, he looked through the peep hole and saw Gohan’s hopes rise that he’d be let inside.

His expression was adorable.

“Yes?” Trunks opened the door a little and poked his head through enough to look over his finely suited roommate.

“Uh… I must’ve left my key at home today.” Gohan looked rather embarrassed by this fact and picked up his suitcase and made to step into the house, but Trunks closed the door a little more.

“Ah, ah. If you want to get inside follow the instructions on this paper.” He pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket and held it out for him to take.

Curiously, Gohan took it in with both of his hands, his suitcase back down on the ground. He unfolded it and began to read as the door closed and there was a soft lock.

Trunks moved to look through the peephole and giggled as he saw Gohan’s face turn bright red as he neared the end of the note.

He looked around him frantically, as if everyone on the street was reading the note that he had just read. His eyes moved to the peephole and he tried to negotiate, to make Trunks see that he had gone too far, but his hands fell down to his side in defeat. After a moment he began to take off his tie.

It was placed over his suitcase before Gohan slowly unbuttoned his over coat, slipping it off and placing it on top of the briefcase before taking off his collared shirt to reveal his amazingly fit bod. Then he quickly unzipped his pants and let them fall. Now he stood in nothing except his boxers, looking quite embarrassed at his situation, the rest of his clothing lie beside him in an unorganized pile.

Gohan looked at the peephole once more with a pleading expression, but after he received no help, he glanced around him once more and took off his undergarment.

Just as the note had said “strip before I let you in”, Gohan was bare naked and waiting outside.

Trunks let him stew like that for a moment, taking his time to look over his lover through the one-way glass before unlocking the door.

Gohan looked up like a poor embarrassed puppy at such humiliation, smiling softly in any case once he saw the face of his boyfriend peeking through the tiny crack he’d made.

A smile donned the “master,” looking over Gohan in a teasing way. “You’re all naked?”

“Um… y-yeah…” Gohan stepped forward, attempting to make his time outside last less. There was a foot blocking his way and caused him to look a little upset. “Aren’t you… going to let me in?”

“I have one more condition.”

“O-oh? What is it?”

“Grab your things then get on all fours and crawl in.”

Gohan’s face deepened in colour. “W-what…?”

The door opened further and revealed Trunks’ special outfit, causing a wry smile to stretch across Gohan’s face. Comprehension finally coming to him as he slowly fell to his knees to look up at Trunks with a pleading look.

“Yes, master.”

The door opened completely, revealing Gohan on all fours, like some dog before Trunks.

Grabbing his things, he crawled inside, placing his things off to the side as the door closed. Without so much of an order, Gohan lowered himself further down, licking at the boots his lover had donned, swirling his tongue around the toe, then the rim, and (Trunks was kind enough to lift his shoe up) then along the bottom, cleaning it with his saliva. Soon he switched to the other and repeated the process.

Trunks softly locked the door, doing it all by touch so as not to miss the show.

The entire evening had been planned out down to the very last detail. He’d been planning it for quite some time that he’d made sure that Gohan hadn’t worn his favorite suit to work that day, allowing it to be tossed carelessly to the floor along with the practically empty briefcase.

No repercussions.

“I’m glad to see my pet catches on quickly. Are you enjoying yourself?” Trunks watched, feeling his manhood poke at the skin tight pants. Hell, the mere sight of a naked Gohan licking his feet like some glorified dog had him half-way ready to climax.

Gohan responded with a slight nod. He didn’t say a word, but instead ran the flat of his tongue along the black boot with extra vigor to show his appreciation. .

He mentioned before that he enjoyed being a slave more than being the master. I must admit, seeing him like this is much more satisfying than when our roles are reversed. Fuck… he’s really getting into this… Holy shit, Gohan…

Earlier that day, he had bought a black studded collar at a pet store that now lay on a table nearby, which he took in his hands and bent down to lock around the other’s neck. Trunks locked it into place by moving the white passcode keys from 7-4-8-6 to random numbers so that even if Gohan grew to dislike the new accessory, he wouldn’t be able to remove it no matter how hard he tried. He examined the green tag shaped like a dog bone and chuckled as he read what was engraved on it.

Name: Gohan. Please return to his master if lost.

Unperturbed by the new addition around his neck, Gohan licked up the boot and along the laces running his tongue up and under them. He didn’t even seem to note the leash that was soon added to the collar.

Trunks wrapped the end of the leash around his hand and pulled hard, forcing a yelp and the pet’s eyes to float up toward his master. “Let’s go upstairs.” Once more, he pulled and Gohan followed, walking up the stairs.

The leash was held up much too high for Gohan to stay on all fours, so he switched to his full height, smiling as he looked over his master’s perfect rump. Now completely naked, he couldn’t hide his extremely hard erection, an erection that he’d been sporting since he’d entered the house, from bobbing up and down in the air, slapping his stomach with every step he took up the stairs.

He had to admit, Trunks really looked the part today and was controlling Gohan as if he’d always been the master and they’d never switched roles.

Opening the bedroom door, the master pulled Gohan in and allowed him to look at the toys that were now in clear view.

I have the rest of the night to do whatever I want to him, but what I do first should be special… hm…

“Come.” His eyes fell onto Gohan, watching for compliance.

Gohan nodded, walking over toward him and standing beside the bed, even though there wasn’t much room to close between the two of them. The leash had done most of the work. “Yes, master.”

Trunks moved closer to the bed, pulling Gohan to the edge of it and forcing him to lie on his stomach over the sheets. He took a number of the toys laid out on the bed in hand and examined each one in thought as Gohan moved his head to rest on the right cheek, so as to get a better look at them all.

Such a multi-coloured selection!

Gohan’s manhood found itself pressed into the mattress, only alerting him to its presence all the more, he even felt himself releasing a little of his pre-ejaculation.

After a minute, he grabbed the old black and white bandanna and folded it so it was flat and layered, moving to cover Gohan’s eyes with it and tied the cloth behind the back of his head. He placed his hand on the back of Gohan’s ass and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Let’s abuse you a bit.”

An audible moan escaped Gohan as he heard the silky voice of his master, the hot steamy breath tickling his ear. He felt the other’s hand move from his left cheek and then to the right before moving completely away from his touch. Gohan wanted to feel it, wanted to enjoy the caress longer, but soon realized (and was glad that his master was doing so) a much more enjoyable action was to come.

The resounding sound of a slap reverberated around the air as Trunks’ palm slammed into Gohan’s left cheek, leaving a pink, stinging mark, the pain setting in before Trunks’ palm came down once more, almost perfectly on top of the mark, adding to the sting.

Moan for me, groan for me… Gohan, let me hear your sweet voice.

Just as he wished, Gohan cried out cutting it off seconds later with a pleased moan. “Abuse me… please…”

Trunks found no reason not to, repeating the action over and over again.

It stung and it burned where the palm touched, alternating between cheeks, sometimes slapping both at once to shake things up. Every now and then, he’d pause to grab hold of the now bright red, firm ass, pinching it, squeezing it in his hand before slapping it again.

This caused Gohan to moan and cry out in a mixture of delight and humiliation.

Using his skills at multitasking to his advantage, he took the geisha balls and stuffed them unceremoniously into the other’s hole, pushing one ball in at a time while leaving one small ball attached to the others by string for him to grab later when he decided to remove them.

Almost inhumanly, not once did he stop the incessant slapping on the gorgeous ass set before him. He liked watching as Gohan squirmed around on top of the bed sheets, struggling with his needs to sob and to beg for more.

The other’s cock pressed into the sheets, the way he was pushed against the bed placed him in an uncomfortable stance, but Gohan absolutely loved it and felt no need to keep such joy hidden. The submissiveness, the way that he felt he was being controlled. If he wasn’t in this position, it’d take away so much from the experience. His ass shook, the beads stuffed in his anus causing a small burning sensation inside of him. The balls were deep inside of his prostate, poking at his sweet spot, causing him to be much more excited in the sense of his moaning and groaning, he felt the beads against the walls deep inside his anus, forcing him to move all the more. “M-more… oh, please, more, master!”

Once Trunks was sure that the rump was the bright shade of red that he liked, he stopped, reaching over and running his palm through Gohan’s hair, gripping the black locks tight and pulling him back and putting strain on his neck. “Later, but for now… you’re going to please me. Doesn’t that sound more fun?”

The strain caused a grin to stretch across his face, arching his back and moving to stand at his master’s pull, then he was forced down onto his hands and knees just as he had been earlier. The movement caused the balls to pound unceasingly against his prostate, emitting a moan from him as he felt the combination of the sting from the spanking and the balls still taking residence in his butt added to his submissive state. He took on a complacent expression, waiting excitedly for Trunks’ cock to press against his cheeks first.

The organ dripped a small amount of clear and slippery looking liquid. Trunks ran it over Gohan’s lips and then moved to the other cheek, leaving his essence stuck to his lover’s face, soon returning his manhood to his lover’s crimson coloured lips and pushed it against them.

Gohan’s eyes were at half-mast, peeking out from under his eyelids at his lover’s cock, noting the way his balls moved from side to side. He wished that he could take them in his hands and play with them, even take them into his mouth and swirl them around. Yet, he knew that it was unlikely. The submissive man dictates nothing. He parted his lips to allow his dominant other’s cock entry, opening wide to take it all in.

Trunks could hardly prevent a moan to pass his lips as he felt his cock slide into the hot moist cave, the head of his manhood was the first to meet the inhabitant.

The tongue licked at the slit, lapping up the pre-ejaculation before moving to the underside of its guest. It ran around the head and moved to soak the entire organ in the saliva it secreted.

Trunks let out another moan, biting his tongue and swallowing most of it as he closed his eyes and raised his head toward the ceiling. His lover’s mouth moved up and down the shaft, doing nothing but pleasing him.

“Good… boy, Gohan…”

He took the appreciative words and used them to accentuate his master’s pleasure. Gohan relaxed his throat and took in all of his master’s cock, pressing his lips against the base. His nose found Trunks’ pubic hair at the end, finding that it smelled of the shampoo Trunks often used. Pine with a hint of coconut flower. The head of the cock pushed eagerly against the back of his throat. Oh, how he loved the way it felt in his mouth, the way that it throbbed lustfully as his tongue never stopped running along the shaft, and played with everything that it could reach. Even the base received some much needed attention.

It was not asked of him, but he had been wishing to do it for quite some time since this began. Gohan reached out and took his master’s balls in one hand. He motioned them around as he skillfully pleasured his master’s cock with his tongue. Around and around, he pleasantly enjoyed the feel as they twisted in his hand.

As master in this scenario, controlling himself was the most important part. He had to show that he had the power to prevent himself from thrusting and shoving his cock as far down the other’s throat as he could. It was a reflex and he was unsure that he could keep it from taking over him. He wanted to, but it was Gohan’s turn to please his master, not for him to just take what he wished. For now.

“Deeper…” His voice broke the muffled moaning and grunting from his lover. He shut his eyes tight for a moment, taking in everything his nerves sent shooting up through his body.

The slave obliged, moving his mouth so the lips ran along the shaft’s base, he pushed the cock as deep in his mouth as he could, feeling it move even farther down his throat. Gohan could not prevent a deep swallow with all the saliva he had built up.

Trunks let out a low gruff moan, cocking his head down and closing his eyes as he felt a soft pinch on the tip of his cock, shaking his head to stay in the moment, but finding it increasingly difficult with his slave’s skill.

Gohan pulled back away from it and then pulled it back in again, deep throating the organ he took great care not to bend in a direction it was not meant to.

His climax was so close, but Trunks knew that he couldn’t let himself release yet. No, no matter how much he wanted the shoot his seed into the other’s mouth. He had to hold it back.

The night wasn’t over quite yet.

*****

Gohan renewed his squirming; shaking his ass this way and that before feeling Trunks move from him.

He hadn’t said a single word to explain his actions. All he did was just pulled out.

As he was blindfolded and lying down on the floor, there was no way he could be sure that he hadn’t done something wrong to cause his ‘master’ to halt. One of his worst fears was that perhaps the night hadn’t gone as well as Trunks planned for it to be. His second was that it wasn’t anything he did, but Trunks was just simply… done.

Whatever the case, Gohan felt that it was much too early and if they didn’t do something to replace their pleasure with, their fun would be ruined.

“Gohan, stand.”

The order came behind him again, expressing no anger or distaste, just… commanding.

Obeying his lover, Gohan struggled to stand up, almost letting out a soft cry as the sensations inside – and out – of his ass became sensitive.

This is… unbearable… but God, does this feel good! What I wouldn’t give to be the bitch forever… Trunks, please, make this permanent. If one was to say that Gohan was ‘turned on’, it’d definitely win understatement for the year.

Trunks smirked, stepping forward with a second toy hidden in hand. He took a moment to note Gohan’s predicament and his odd movements. It seemed like he was struggling with the balls in his ass, which only meant that they were ready to move on to the next step. The purple haired master had something else in his arsenal to distract Gohan.

He slipped his hands in between Gohan’s arms and hugged him from behind, looking over the black haired slave’s shoulder to rub the already pert nipples before moving to add tight metal clamps before removing his hold and walking around the other, watching his reaction.

Gohan let out a cry, hid head falling back and then slipping forward again as he bit his lip to prevent it from happening again. He tried to pull away from Trunks at first, but felt more pain for all his work.

Somehow, he’d managed to keep himself standing, legs still rather spread, thinking better of any future movements.

Trunks let out a low chuckle, running his finger over the long chain before pulling it and hearing a musical-like groan escape from his slave. His smile was pulled ear to ear, entirely pleased that Gohan was such a vocal man. No, pleased would be the right way to explain such an emotion. Elated.

“Tell me, Gohan, what do you think? Is that better?”

“Oh… God, yes…” Gohan softly let out another cry.

His lover had to be a chemist, combining a perfect mixture of sexual frustration, balls tantalizing his anus, and now these clamps pinching his nipples that were just enough to make him feel truly helpless and under his master’s command.

This whole night had been absolutely perfect, from Gohan’s point of view, especially as his master’s palm ran along his face and down to rest on his chest. The hand soon returned up and gripped the other’s cheekbones, pulling him closer before taking the blindfold and slipping it down to rest around the slave’s neck.

There never seemed to be a moment where they just stood still, which suited the both of them quite well, never being able to just sit still for more than two seconds.

Trunks gripped the chain connected to the clamps and pulled it roughly as if telling Gohan to follow.

Gohan let out a soft moan, stumbling forward to make sure that his nipples were torn from his body.

“I’m feeling rather tense. Gohan, give me a massage.”

It wasn’t as if he weren’t used to giving his lover a massage when he wanted it in a week, but now, here? He certainly had to keep on his toes. Gohan nodded obediently and climbed onto the bed the best that he could, keeping in mind the pain from his nipples and the sensations shooting up from his anus.

He blinked for a moment, getting used to the light as Trunks moved to lay on his stomach, resting his head on his arms.

Gohan used his newfound sight to place his hands on the other’s shoulders, blinking more to clear the black dots plaguing his vision. He started between Trunks’ shoulder blades, using his thumbs to run along the smooth tanned skin.

The point of this was to relieve all of his lover’s tension, like he said, while struggling from his own.

Sexual lust was taking over Gohan as he used his hands and elbow to push out the kinks and sore muscles that he came across, inwardly begging that he could lean down and kiss along the skin like they would when they had their vanilla time. Yet, he had to act like a slave, and Trunks, the master.

Trunks let out a soft, quiet sigh. “Lower.”

“Yes, sir.” Gohan nodded, despite Trunks being unable to see him, and moved his hands lower as ordered, noting Trunks’ reaction when he moved the muscles around his lover’s sides.

This went on for a good number of minutes, Gohan just trying to focus on what he was told to do and not the other things currently plaguing his body or give into the urge to kiss the glistening skin before him.

“That’s enough,” Trunks said, starting to sit up without warning and moving to stand. “Come.” He pulled Gohan’s chain and just like the loyal pup he was, he came.

Trunks forced Gohan back onto his knees, smiling slyly as he slowly unbuckled his leather pants and removed his cock, wagging it in the air expectantly.

Gohan understood what this meant, as he pulled in and took the head into his mouth, playing with the most sensitive part with just the tip of his tongue and lips. As it was pushed further inside, he obediently opened his lips, taking in the entire organ, even gagging a little as it began to do something more beyond his control.

The cock began to shove itself deeper inside, pulling out and shoving in, knowing that if Gohan cut him with his teeth that there would be punishment beyond what Gohan could ever imagine.

This was what Gohan was waiting for.

Over and over again, Trunks fucked Gohan’s mouth, running his cock straight through the moist cavern and into the back of his lover’s throat. He couldn’t ignore the feeling of Gohan’s tongue running all along the base and to head of his penis when it entered the domain.

He closed his eyes, tangling his fingers in the black hair, keeping a tight grip on it to control the other’s head and the thrusts into his mouth perfectly

Gohan’s eyes shut as well, letting out a moan as he felt a twitch of the manhood in his mouth, knowing – from experience – that Trunks was almost ready to come.

Trunks said nothing, but simply moved in and out a few more times, getting more and more rough with each thrust as the thought of releasing inside his lover’s mouth became too much for him to bear, but, he managed to get his wits about him and decided at last minute to pull out, coming right onto Gohan’s face.

Not expecting Trunks to pull out once again, Gohan had mentally prepared himself to swallow all of the semen, but found that it was all over his face instead. And without an order, Gohan didn’t dare try to clean himself up, but he did lick his lips tantalizingly, looking up at his lover with a lustful gaze and his own member twitching lustfully as he tasted the remnants of his master.

Trunks’ eyes opened slowly, moving to stare down at his lover. “Jack-off for me, Gohan.”

“A-ah… yes, master.” Gohan took hold of his cock with his right hand and began to pump the already rock hard manhood in his fingers. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back as he kept the slow and steady motion, torturing himself with all his control. The whole night passed before him through his closed eyelids, which only made him more horny. T-trunks…

He imagined Trunks playing with his body like he had the entire night, and in a matter of seconds, his semen shot from him, falling onto the carpet and Trunks’ boot.

Almost immediately – or perhaps, more instinctively -, Gohan bent down on all fours and proceeded to lick up the mess he’d made on the other’s outfit.

Trunks watched, smirking happily at the reaction and nodding approvingly. Gohan is really getting into this. Yes… he must like his position better this way.

As his boots were licked clean, Trunks bent down, pulling out the balls one at a time and hearing a soft grading moan from his slave; watching as the balls came out completely wet. They wouldn’t stop the stinging resounding in the other’s anus for quite some time, but that was going according to plan.

Trunks’ hand rest on Gohan’s cheek, forcing the other to look up into his eyes.

Gohan stood a little, kissing Trunks gently on the lips.

They both knew that the night was over. It usually was when they were both satisfied. That was the best thing about having Trunks as a lover. Even if he moved into selfish bouts, he still thought of Gohan’s well-being and his needs.

“Hey… T-trunks… can… can we make this… permanent?”

A small chuckle escaped the light haired boy, nodding his head. “If you enjoy it this much, yes.”

They both looked down to see that Gohan’s manhood was still prodding the air in need.

“Perhaps you really like this little change, hm?” Trunks reached out and flicked the other’s cock in a teasing sort of way.

The other’s much needed touch had Gohan groan, closing his eyes and then smiling as he kissed Trunks once more.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, close your eyes.”

Gohan obeyed, as he had done the entire night, as Trunks walked over to the dresser and pulled out a drawer, moving around the items inside it before pulling out a bright silver chastity belt.

The belt would really be the change that would affect the both of them the most. The pure fact that Trunks had the power to release Gohan’s pleasure and lock it simply placed the title of master to Trunks.

He walked back over, kneeling down and forcing the cold metal object around Gohan’s groin and waist.

A resounding lock echoed through the room as Trunks stood, kissing Gohan softly.

“You must wear this for ten days, and then I’ll let you pleasure yourself.”

Gohan blushed, nodding his head. “Yes, master.”