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It was not a fully thought out idea, it started with a soft murmur in the dark of night while they laid in bed, alcohol making words flow more freely.

Gohan was so drunk he could not think clearly much less process anything that was being said to him, no matter how important. Trunks was far more sober, for some reason. Trunks was anxious, when the words poured from his lips. The darkness of the night allowed Trunks's soft words to float as if a dream into Gohan's inebriated, sleepy brain. Trunks Gohan grunted a response as he fell asleep. Trunks felt somewhat relieved from getting his thoughts out, his idea on how to have another vacation, a way to spice up their sex life. Gohan hadn't freaked out, only a small part of Trunks feared he would. Trunks wasn't even sure Gohan had heard him....

Trunks's words were not lost on Gohan they grew and formed ideas in his dreams. Gohan dreamed of Trunks being an ever so obediant slave as he played master. In his dream, he proudly stood over Trunks ordering him to do menial tasks such as cleaning the floors on his hands and knees, polishing his shoes, and calling him master. When he was disobedient Gohan would punish Trunks with things such as spanking. His drunken dreams allowing him to explore what he never would have thought about before today.

Gohan expected the idea to end with his dream, maybe it was just some drunken flight of fancy of both of them, maybe his brain had blown up a conversation that never happened. Perhaps, he had heard bits of a conversation, half a conversation, maybe (hopefully) Trunks did put the idea to him. Whatever conversation Trunks and he had been having, Gohan had barely acknowledged it beyond a sleepy grunt and he still was not sure that he was remembering things correctly. The best thing to do, obviously, was to forget about it entirely, unless it came up again.

Gohan couldn’t get the idea out of his mind. Try though he might the thought of having Trunks as his slave kept popping into his mind. The thoughts came at all times of the day and night. He could be working, doing chores, or just having a conversation and something would trigger Thoughts of Trunks as his slave were beginning to consume his days, they would pop up at the worst moments like he was working, sleeping, even eating. His fantasies began to make him hope this was more than just an alcohol induced fantasy. If this was something Trunks wanted, Gohan was more than willing to join in to make the fantasy a reality.

On the hope that Trunks wanted this as well, Gohan started to research the subject. Gohan went to their library and locked himself in. He wanted to keep the research secret for now because Trunks may not want this or maybe Trunks had changed his mind. Also, Gohan did not want to admit how little he knew on the subject. Gohan immersed himself in the subject and tried to learn as much as he could so that he was not jumping into a situation blind. He researched safety methods, roles, and expectations, each topic he found led him to a new area to explore. Gohan wanted to make sure that should this happen he could make it the best experience possible.

***

Gohan came up behind Trunks and dropped a stack of carefully prepared papers on the table in front of Trunks. Hepatiently waited for whatever was to come next from his love.

Trunks looked up from his lunch, looking at Gohan a bit quizzically. “I was wondering what you’d been up to locked away for hours at a time,” he said, casually taking another bite of his food and not looking at the papers in front of him. “Did you disappear to do some research for work? You locked yourself away in the library for such a long time."

“Research, yes for work no....” Gohan said, still standing, not taking a seat next to Trunks, waiting impatiently for Trunks to understand what he was saying. Perhaps that was what tipped off Trunks, got him to put down his fork and wipe his mouth off with his napkin.

Trunks's blue eyes were curious as they drifted from Gohan to the stack of papers, neatly binder clipped together, and back to Gohan. “Researching what, exactly?” Trunks asked cautiously.

Gohan took a deep breath, knowing that if they were going into this, he was going to have to be firm. The dominant party was always the one to set the mood of the situation and that included taking control and owning up to what he’d been doing right now. “I’ve been…reading a lot. Most of the reading was on…master and slave relationships.” He could see something in Trunks’s eyes light up at that but pushed forward with his words. “It’s fascinating stuff, of course, the power dynamics that are involved and the exchange of control, especially when you get deeper into it—”

“You’re stalling, my dear,” Trunks injected sweetly and there was a hint of anticipation in his voice that lent Gohan some bravery.

So Gohan continued, squaring his shoulders, taking a firmer stance with his body as well as his words. “I remember you suggesting this that night last week, when we …had been drinking. So, I started to think about it more, and do research, and this is the end result of that.” He tapped the rather thick stack of papers in front of Trunks. “An initial contract, drawn up and available for negotiation about how you will give yourself over to me for training as my slave and allow me to be your master.” He paused, searching Trunks’s inscrutable, surprised blue eyes, and asked, “That is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

It took Trunks a moment to get back into motion, to move his surprised mind back, pulling the contract towards him as he said, “No, that…that is what I proposed, to spice up our sex life a little bit, I guess. I just thought you’d forgotten about it or hadn’t heard me at all.”

Gohan nodded, feeling a bit firmer now, a little more sure. “No, I heard you. I just wasn’t sure if I had dreamed it at first. So, I wanted to do some research, be a bit better informed before I jumped into it with you.” He took a deep breath and with rushed words said, “I already bought a few things we’d need.”

Trunks’s attention was caught at that, his gaze looking up at Gohan, who smiled at him, giving him the option here to back out. The smile was gentle, careful; saying you can go if you want, you can change your mind. Instead of backing out, Trunks smiled, so brilliantly it took Gohan’s breath away for a moment, and he said, pulling the papers towards himself, “I’ll have to look into it. Read the whole thing over and see if there’s anything I want to change.”

“Of course, negotiations are open,” Gohan said, feeling more confident now, more sure of himself and the idea as well. After all, it may have been Trunks’s idea originally, but it’d taken hold of Gohan’s brain, and now he wanted it as well. Gohan wanted to take the time to train Trunks to be his own sweet, little submissive sex slave, to have him willing to do whatever it was that Gohan asked. Trunks, completely obedient, except in the ways that Gohan wanted him to be a little disobedient to cause a little more intrigue. After all, someone who followed every direction without a single question or hesitation was boring. Gohan needed somebody who challenged him a bit more. Trunks, he knew, would do exactly that, Trunks was anything but boring.

“Review it,” he said and leaned in to kiss Trunks softly, Gohan smiled into the kiss. “Tell me what you want to change.”

Like that, Gohan left the room again, his last sight was Trunks opening the packet to read through the contract with furrowed brow, his lunch sat abandoned beside him. Gohan smiled to himself and closed the door. He went back to the library to finish the scintillating book he was reading. The book was so detailed and graphic it made him blush. The book was one source that he was using to provide him ideas. A plethora of ideas was what he needed, all to make Trunks his perfect little submissive. As Gohan closed the library doors, he locked himself back in to his own personal paradise. He realized it wasn’t going to be his paradise for much longer because soon enough, that would be anywhere Trunks was.

***

“We’ll start with the basics. You will address me as master, though sir is also acceptable unless I tell you otherwise. You will respond to every given command with a ‘Yes, Master’ or ‘I understand, Master’. Never leave off the title; it’s important, because I am superior to you and we both need you to know that. Understood?”

They were in the den, Trunks standing neatly in front of Gohan, though his posture left something to be desired. This was ok; Gohan would train him into better habits, better behavior, especially in front of his Master. After all, that was the whole point of this…thing. This agreement, drawn up, negotiated, revised, and signed. Trunks was now completely his, in a different way than he’d been before. After all, that was what they’d always been. Each other’s, wholly and completely, before they even belonged to themselves. Now they were simply giving over to each other in a different way.

“Yes, Master,” Trunks said, and again, something in his tone was almost too casual, not careful enough. But this was just the start. Gohan would train him out of it and into what he wanted. A perfect little slave, responding to his Master’s every whim. He was already excited by the thought, and cleared his throat, focusing dark eyes on Trunks, who was watching him carefully. Waiting for any sign, trying to read him, it seemed. And so Gohan smiled slightly, slyly, just to misguide him a bit, make him sweat. This was fun too, after all. Not just work.

“We need a safe word. It has to be something short, easy to remember, and I want you to pick it because you’re going to be the one saying it if you need to. If I’m doing anything at all that hurts too much, or bothers you, or makes you too uncomfortable, you need to be able to say it.”

He knew that would be the catch, there. Trunks was stubborn, if nothing else, and if he decided that he didn’t want to say the word, wanted to tough it out, Gohan would have to read his signals as to when to stop, rather than rely on him to stop it himself. Gohan would have to be intuitive in general for this to work, sense when Trunks had enough for the day, and sense when a punishment was deserved or a reward instead. After all, there was plenty of honey if Trunks could handle the sting.

Trunks was clearly considering it deeply, putting a lot of thought into what he wanted to use, and that was good. Gohan wanted him to pick something easy, and also comfortable for Trunks to use. Beyond that, he was glad to see that Trunks was taking this all seriously. Though it had been his idea, after all.

“Senzu bean,” Trunks said after a minute, and Gohan’s smile broadened, widened because that was perfect, in a lot of ways. Short. Easy to remember. Easy to say. Not something that would come up naturally in sex or other activities. And it had a broader meaning, a symbolism behind it; something meant to restore, something meant to be a time-out, of sorts. It was absolutely perfect, and judging by that secret little smile Trunks had in response to Gohan’s pleased look, Trunks knew it as well. So Gohan straightened his expression again, schooled it into something a little more severe, and Trunks responded in kind, posture tightening a bit. Good. Very good.

“Good boy,” he said, and watching the pool of Trunks’s pupils expand, just slightly. Seemed that someone enjoyed the praise. “Now, today we’re going to work on your posture, your addresses, and your technique when dealing with me. Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” Trunks said, the words almost drawled, and Gohan’s eyebrows raised, sensing the insolence there. He took out a small notebook, noting down the transgression, and smiled at Trunks as he tucked it away, Trunks seeming worried. Good. He should be.

Gohan clapped his hands together, sharply, and Trunks jumped at the loud noise it created, posture instantly tightening, tensing. “Better,” Gohan said, and approached, circling Trunks and making small adjustments here and there, hands manipulating Trunks so his head was even, his shoulders back, his hands folded neatly behind his back. Then Gohan stepped back, appraising him for a second before saying, “Good. Better. You’ll have to learn to stand like this anytime you’re standing, and anytime you address me I want you to make eye contact with me unless I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes Master,” Trunks said, this time without being prompted, and Gohan smiled, stroking a hand down his cheek to his neck before suddenly pushing him to his knees, Trunks wincing as he hit them hard, and for a moment Gohan’s composure slipped, but it was back up before Trunks’s eyes were on him again.

“When I tell you to kneel, I want you to kneel like this. Sitting back on your heels, shoulders back, head even, look up at me, hands in your lap…Yes, just like that,” he said as Trunks made the necessary adjustments to his posture, sitting patiently with his hands in his lap, looking up at Gohan for further instructions.

For a split second, Gohan’s mind went totally blank, white noise, as to what they were going to do next. He stalled for a second, about to stammer, when he took a deep breath, cleared his mind, and it came back to him. He smiled at Trunks, who was looking at him, curious, and then went to take a seat in one of the armchairs, crossing his legs one over the other. “Now, I want you to listen before you move. Always listen to the full instructions before you do anything. I want you to crawl over to me, but I want you to do it right. Understood? Move your hips, make it slow, make it good.”

“Yes Master,” Trunks said, purposefully, it seemed, slipping into a huskier tone, something meant to entrance, entice. And Gohan was careful not to shift where he sat, wanting to exude dominance even from a sitting position.

Slowly, Trunks began to crawl towards him, Gohan making occasional comments to adjust the way he did it, but overall, Trunks did it well. His hips swayed slightly as he crawled, and he stayed making eye contact with Gohan throughout, only dropping his eyes occasionally to navigate his way over to him across the carpet, movements soft, making no sound. He did it slow, and sensually, just as Gohan had wanted him too, and just as he reached Gohan, he stopped, kneeling in position, and Gohan smiled, reaching down to stroke his hair, a small reward.

“Good boy,” he said, voice a little firmer with it this time, getting used to using the praise, and Trunks nearly preened. Well. That was going to go well, then. “Now stand up—slowly, there you go. And undress. Stop.”

Trunks had already started to undress quickly, too eager, and Gohan gave him a stern look, Trunks’s hands dropping instantly, clothes still on. “Remember, listen to the full instructions before you start,” he reminded gently, and Trunks nodded. “Good. Undress slowly, taking your time with it. I want you to seduce me. Lure me in with what you’re doing. Understand? This is how you have to undress for me every time.”

“Yes Master,” Trunks said, and waited until Gohan nodded before he started again, fingers moving slow, careful over the buttons of his shirt this time. As button after button came undone, a slow striptease, he licked his lips, biting softly into them and chewing them over like he wanted to lean forward, kiss Gohan, draw him in with touch as well as action, but knew he didn’t have permission to. So he left it to touch on himself alone, drawing fingertips smoothly down his chest before he shrugged out of the shirt, dropping it to the ground. His hands were a bit too quick on his belt and Gohan made a motion with his hand for him to slow, slow, and Trunks complied, taking his time to undo the buckle, then his pants, shimmying out of them with a cute little hip movement. Finally, he stepped out of them, stripping off his socks as an afterthought, and looked directly at Gohan as he slipped off his underwear, half hard member starting to stand at attention. Clearly he thought he was getting a reward here. Not quite yet.

Gohan slipped his legs down, putting them slightly apart and firmly planting his feet, beckoning Trunks closer, who at first tried to slip between his legs. “No, no, S…Slave. Across my lap. Ass up,” Gohan instructed, and Trunks seemed to realize what was about to happen, moving slowly, so slowly as he laid himself across Gohan’s lap, movements careful, cautious. And Gohan smiled, because he could also feel the anticipation that Trunks was feeling, his member thick and heavy against Gohan’s leg.

The first hit was light, a warm-up, and Trunks made a soft noise, but didn’t react much otherwise, Gohan able to feel the slick of his pre-come with the fabric of his own pants, still fully dressed despite how Trunks was nude before him and his own member was straining for attention, clearly liking this new play. This new dominance that he found it a little difficult to slip into, but not bad all the same. Easier, the more he did it, and the better Trunks seemed to react to it.

Gohan’s hand smoothed along the ass he’d just smacked, rubbing lightly before he hit again, a sharper sting, and Trunks yelped this time, jumping slightly in his position across Gohan’s lap. Gohan smiled slightly at the reaction, the slight wiggle of Trunks’s hips as if he was trying to escape subconsciously, but consciously knew that he couldn’t. “I want you to count every hit,” Gohan said after a minute, remembering something he’d read, a particularly steamy novel with this exact situation. It didn’t count as plagiarizing if he used it in real life, right? “And after every hit, say ‘Thank you, Master’. Understood?”

“Yes Master,” Trunks said, and Gohan readied his arm again, pulling back and smacking hard across both of Trunks’s ass cheeks. Trunks yelped again. “Three, thank you Master.”

“Good boy,” Gohan praised, and hit again.

“Four, thank you Master.”

Another hit.

“Five, thank you, Master.”

They continued up to eight, at which point Gohan could hear the strain in Trunks’s voice, though he hadn’t pulled out the safe word. So Gohan paused a moment, gently stroking Trunks’s member, Trunks moaning softly. He continued for a minute, light, teasing strokes, until he asked, “Can you take two more for me?”

Trunks nodded, and Gohan removed his hand, smacking down once, twice in quick succession, and Trunks groaned in pain, but quickly said, “Nine, ten, thank you Master.”

“Good boy,” Gohan said again, feeling more confident in the play, in the phrase, in himself, even. “Do you know why I punished you?”

Trunks shook his head, and Gohan soothingly rubbed a hand along his warm ass, feeling the heat rising from the abused skin. Red, and beautiful. “I punished you because you used an insolent tone with me. Don’t do it again, and your chances of getting a punishment go down. But beyond that, you have to get used to punishments like this. We’ll build up your tolerance.”

He paused a moment, heard the slightly ragged, “Yes Master,” in return, and nodded, helping Trunks off his lap onto shaking legs.

“But you did such a good job today that I have a reward for you. First, though, there’s one more thing.”

Gohan could see Trunks steel himself, as if expecting something bad again, something worse than a spanking that had really been relatively light, but he looked relieved when Gohan produced a black leather collar of medium thickness with a silver buckle and silver D ring at the front, where a leash could go if need be. Trunks automatically leaned down so Gohan could attach it around his neck, buckling it a bit loosely for the first wear because he didn’t want to put it too tight. Trunks had to get used to the feel of it.

“You’re to wear this every time we’re at home, alone. You do not take it off, I am the only one who can take it off you. If you want to take it off to shower or something similar, say, ‘Master if I may’, wait for me to acknowledge you, and then ask politely.”

“Yes Master,” Trunks said, his voice a touch breathless, but it didn’t seem to be from the spanking, a change that Gohan noted. It seemed that Trunks liked the idea, was intrigued by the thought of being owned by his partner in such a way, and Gohan was glad for it. It made it a little easier to slip into the role of dominance if he knew his partner liked the submission.

“Now, you’ve been good today, so you get a reward. Come here. Straddle my lap,” Gohan said, and Trunks obeyed, Gohan’s legs pressed together so Trunks could sit on his lap, legs spread across it, needy member exposed for Gohan to take care of. He started with slow strokes, gentle teasing, but quickly sped up, and it didn’t take Trunks long to be on the edge, whining softly as he tensed, muscles clenching—“Come on, come for your Master,” Gohan murmured, and a minute later, Trunks did, spilling over Gohan’s hand, though most of the mess was contained.
“Good boy,” Gohan said, stroking his clean hand over Trunks’s hair and neck, and continued, “Go clean up. Then we can take a break.”

Trunks slipped off his lap, walking on shaky legs in something of a daze towards the bathroom, and Gohan got up, moving into the kitchen to wash his hands off, feeling tired, but pleased. It was tough work, this training, and would take quite a while, but it was going to be worth it. He was feeling small pricklings of doubt scratching at his mind, but he was determined to ignore them. This was what Trunks wanted. And quite honestly, it was starting to look like what Gohan wanted too.

***

The next few days were spent indoors as well, with the collar on except when Trunks was given permission to shower, which he needed after all the work they were doing. Mostly focusing on cooking and cleaning, training Trunks to be the perfect little domestic slave for him. Trunks hated some of the work, Gohan could tell, but each time he got anywhere close to complaining Gohan would simply pull out his notebook as if to write something down, and Trunks would stop immediately, anticipating another punishment that wouldn’t be as easy as that first one.

Though, of course, there were still punishments. Just this time, they were mostly domestic, like making Trunks scrub the floor on his hands and knees, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy panties that Gohan had picked up. Humiliating him, with burning red cheeks and Gohan’s sense of self-satisfaction burning at the back of his brain. Cooking in nothing but a lacy apron, no underwear, nothing but the lace to protect him from the heat of the stove, though he would heal quickly if any accidents did happen.

Besides, this was teaching him to be careful. Careful with himself, careful with his orders, careful with his cooking and cleaning, and above all, careful with his Master. Multiple spankings had proven very effective in getting the insolence out of Trunks’s tone, in getting him to reply quick and sharp with a “Yes Master”, or “I understand, Master”, and the safeword had yet to come out. Which was good, and bad at the same time. Because it eased a bit of the guilt that Gohan had over this, the guilt of hurting Trunks to punish him, even though Trunks seemed to partially enjoy his punishments all the same. But at the same time, he worried that Trunks was stubbornly holding onto it, refusing to use it out of some misplaced sense of pride or something.

It was a delicate balance, trying to be effective enough at punishing Trunks that the message would go through, without being too harsh on him or unfair in the punishment. Steadily, Gohan was getting used to the balance, figuring out what worked and didn’t work as punishments for Trunks. And it made him want to explore more, want to tie Trunks down and really enjoy him for a while. It was a compulsion he’d never really felt before, except maybe unconsciously, in brief, fleeting brushes against the back of his thoughts, but now it was coming through in full force. And he had a perfect solution in mind.
Right after they got out of the house for a bit, took a mandated break because Trunks had negotiated for it in their contract. A certain amount of time off, a certain amount of days where they could just be together, and not together as Master and slave. Just be themselves again.

So they took a day off after a few days in the house, heading out into public with each other and doing a bit of necessary shopping as well as a bit of extraneous shopping. Trunks had that tendency, after all; head out for grocery shopping and he’d come back with five other bags from three other stores, all unnecessary, but it made him happy. And right now, that was what Gohan wanted for him.

It hit him suddenly, as Trunks was babbling on brightly about something he saw in a shop window, the sunlight catching the more lavender tones of his hair. He loved this man. He loved him so much, and he wanted to show it every way he could, inhale trust and exhale love. He wanted to breathe Trunks in completely, consume him whole so that they could be one together, now and forever. It also hit him, quite suddenly, that he could just take Trunks’s hand. He could take his hand, or put his hand on the small of Trunks’s back, or his arm around his shoulder, or do any of a million things that would show his love and affection.

He always worried, in public like this, what people would think. He was older than Trunks—not that it showed too starkly—but they were also something of an odd pair. And suddenly, he didn’t care. He wanted to take Trunks’s hand, so he did. Trunks stopped his words mid flow to smile at him, a secret, special thing, before kissing his cheek and then continuing to talk as they walked. And as they walked, Gohan felt better and better about his decision, carrying their shopping bags in his free hand, watching as Trunks talked excitedly about this and that. Cute, as always. He felt at home with him, and that was what had really drawn him to him in the first place. That sense of belonging, like they were meant to be. He believed that more and more each day.

***

The flick of the flogger down against Trunks’s skin was marked with a sharp whoosh, the hiss of an impact, and an inhale from Trunks, who hadn’t expected the hit. And the more relaxed he was, the more it would hurt, though he was pretty tense at the moment, not knowing, never knowing what to expect next. Another hit? Pain? A reward? Pleasure? Or maybe something in between?

Mostly, he didn’t know what to expect because he was completely and totally helpless in this situation. Trunks was bound and gagged and blindfolded, strapped down to the table on his stomach, a ball gag keeping his mouth permanently, partially open, a blindfold wrapped around his eyes so that he couldn’t see a single thing Gohan was preparing. In place of a safeword, since Trunks couldn’t speak, they had a safe hum; if Trunks started to hum ‘Happy Birthday’, Gohan would stop instantly, and that was a safety lock in place that Gohan needed to have. He didn’t want to seriously hurt Trunks, and he was still a bit nervous in his place as dominant, still getting adjusted to the role. So this was a way to ensure that nothing would go wrong. Hopefully.

Gohan twitched the flogger in the air just enough to make a noise and watched in delight as Trunks twitched, expecting another hit that wasn’t coming. He relaxed, a bit, upon realizing by Gohan’s chuckles that it was a trick—that twitch had just been too cute—and that was when Gohan struck, hitting him with it again across the backs of his legs. Trunks twitched delightfully underneath the sting of the leather strips, and Gohan smiled, placing the flogger down on his table of instruments and picking up the crop with the feathers attached at the end, beginning to gently, teasingly trail the feathers down the line of Trunks’s spine.

He watched, fascinated, as Trunks’s muscles twitched and pulsed underneath the light contact, Trunks shivering slightly at how light the touch was, how delicate. Teasing. Testing. And then Gohan smacked the crop—lightly—against Trunks’s ass, watching how his hips jumped at the unexpected hit, though it was too light to even sting. Slowly, he drew the feathers across the back of Trunks’s thighs, red from the hits with the flogger he’d been taking, and tickled lightly until he had Trunks writhing lightly against the table. He chuckled again, stopping, and placed the feathered crop down, leaving all of his tools down for the moment.

His hands began to run down Trunks’s back, nails catching lightly against his skin in certain places, and Trunks shivered under the light, loving touches as Gohan massaged along his back for a minute before moving down to squeeze his ass and sore thighs. Trunks made a soft noise of pain, and Gohan soothed his hands over the heated flesh before moving back to his table and grabbing the vibrator that he’d left out, picking it up and turning it on for a brief second so Trunks could hear the noise, then shutting it off again as he picked up the bottle of lube standing by.

Trunks’s legs shifted a bit more open, though whether that was unconscious or conscious remained to be seen, and Gohan smiled, lubing up the vibrator before coming back to the table and spreading Trunks’s ass cheeks with sticky hands, beginning to insert it into him. Trunks moaned softly around the gag as Gohan moved it back and forth a few times, stretching him open before leaving it in him, turned off for now, and stepping back a moment to build Trunks’s anticipation.

Then his hand smacked down on Trunks’s right ass cheek, and Trunks made a noise of pain, a soft mew when transmuted through the gag. The second hit was on the left, and earned more of a yelp, muffled as it was, and Gohan continued, smacking one side, then the other, for a few hits before he switched on the vibrator. And suddenly Trunks was moaning, hips shifting against the table he was strapped to, and Gohan smacked the sensitive backs of his thighs, a solid hit that definitely would have had Trunks yelping if he could speak. Instead, though, it came out as more of a whimper, and Gohan decided to give him a bit of a break, leaving the vibrator running as he examined his table, the tools he hadn’t used yet.

They’d been working on building up Trunks’s pain tolerance, and so far it’d been going well, Gohan interspersing punishing hits of his hand, the flogger, or a paddle with soft strokes of Trunks’s member, always allowing him to come after a punishment because it solidified in Trunks’s mind that if he was good, and took his punishment well, he’d get to come. And Gohan had reinforced that by training him, just a bit, to come on Gohan’s command, though they weren’t there just yet. Trunks was getting used to hearing the words just before he came though, and that was half the battle.

But as for Trunks’s pain tolerance, while it was steadily building, Trunks enjoying some of his punishments more than others, it still wasn’t entirely up to what Gohan wanted yet. Which was something he was going to work on today. He’d bought special candles for the occasion, the kind with wax that melted at a much lower temperature, so it wouldn’t burn quite as much when it landed on the skin, but still burn well. Trunks knew that Gohan had them; he’d already cleared them as something to try, and Gohan figured now was the perfect time, with Trunks writhing away with the vibrator inside of him.

He put a hand on Trunks’s back and was rewarded as Trunks went still almost instantly, as difficult as that seemed to be for him at the moment. Slowly, he removed the hand, lighting up the candle with the soft pop and fwish that came from the match lighting in his hand. He waited a moment as the wax started melting, and then gently poured a bit onto Trunks’s waiting skin.

A subtle hiss from Trunks and instant struggling against his bonds, and Gohan tipped the candle again, watching as the wax solidified partway through running down Trunks’s back. That was going well, Trunks taking the pain of it even though he was twitching, so Gohan moved down his body, dropping just a bit on the heated skin of his thighs. The wax landed, pooling slightly, and there was a muffled, pained noise from Trunks.

And then suddenly, everything came to a screeching halt as he heard the humming, the familiar tune coming from Trunks’s throat, and Gohan set the candle down quickly, turning off the vibrator as well and moving to undo Trunks’s gag.

“Are you alright?” he asked anxiously as Trunks breathed a little loudly, clearly trying to recover himself. Gohan pulled off the blindfold as well, and found Trunks’s eyes were squeezed shut tightly, the pain clearly having gotten to him. He waited, nervously hovering by Trunks’s side, until Trunks spoke.

“I’m okay,” Trunks said a little raggedly, and that tone did nothing to settle the butterflies rocketing around Gohan’s stomach, hitting off each other and the walls of his stomach.

“Do you want to stop?” Gohan asked immediately, worried that it’d been too much for Trunks, that he’d gone too far. Guilt was bubbling up in his throat, making it hard to speak, but that was alright, because right now, Trunks didn’t need words as he nodded, and Gohan set to work immediately. He pulled out the vibrator gently, then wiped the wax off of Trunks’s back with a towel before uncuffing him, hands first, then ankles. Slowly, he helped him sit up, the leather collar the only thing that stayed on, and Trunks sagged against him, Gohan wrapping gentle arms around him and pulling him close where Trunks sat. And slowly, ever so slowly, Trunks wrapped his arms around him as well, hugging him back, and the guilt squeezed tight in Gohan’s chest.

“Sorry…that was just a bit intense,” Trunks murmured after a minute, and Gohan shook his head, gently stroking Trunks’s hair with a hand.

“It’s alright, you’d already taken so much, I should have held off,” he said, and shushed Trunks when he started to protest. Trunks fell silent again. “I’m so sorry, Trunks. It’s okay. I love you, you know that, right? I love you so much.”

He could feel Trunks beginning to relax against him, and the guilt eased a bit again, relaxing so his chest didn’t feel like it was wound tight, ready to crack open and spill admissions and apologies alike all over the floor. All over Trunks.

Trunks clung to him for comfort, and eventually, Gohan eased him off the table and led him to the bedroom, cuddling up with him in bed and whispering, murmuring reassurances that he loved him, that he cared about him, that everything was okay and they could break for as long as he liked. Slowly, the guilt eased out of his chest as Trunks started talking again, inconsequential things to distract them both, which turned into easy, light flirting and from there into even softer touches.

Gohan let Trunks take him, let him reassert a little bit of control over the situation, and they both finished softly, one right after the other, Trunks after Gohan. They held off on training for the rest of the day, focusing on Trunks’s aftercare, though truth be told, it did just as much for Gohan as it did for Trunks, considering that he felt that guilt thudding in his chest in time with his heart every time he looked at Trunks.

Slowly, though, that began to ease as he realized Trunks was fine, recovering pretty quickly because really, he’d just needed a break. And the next day, Trunks was ready to continue, though Gohan was a bit reluctant at first, and now it was Trunks who had to insist, to push, to encourage. And slowly, Gohan began to train him again.

***

It was…a slow start after Trunks used his safeword. For the first few days, Gohan was extra careful with him, treating him lightly and only giving him small punishments. Then he began to gain back his confidence, along with encouragement from Trunks, and pretty soon, he was right back to the point they’d been at, seriously training Trunks. It seemed like they’d covered so much ground already, but there was more, always more, and it’d only been a few weeks since they started. Then a few weeks turned into a few weeks more, and Gohan returned to his library on occasion for new ideas and refreshers on old thoughts, all with the goal of finding creative, but effective ways of training Trunks. Though Trunks wasn’t happy with his latest training idea, and that much was obvious.

“Master, if I may…”

“You may not, if you’re going to address me with that tone,” Gohan answered, nonchalantly taking another bite of his dinner, and he heard a moderately frustrated noise from Trunks that had him hiding a smile behind his food and fork.

“Master, if I may…” Trunks tried again, and Gohan looked up at him from his book, looking at his slave who was kneeling in front of him on top of the table, completely nude except for his black collar and the intricate, yet sleekly designed chastity belt that prevented him from getting or keeping an erection. It wasn’t a belt, really, but not a cage either; it was a metal sleeve that fit over his cock with a small slit at the front for urination, and a metal loop that went down, around, and fitted behind his balls, with a padlock at the top of the whole contraption that only Gohan had the key to.

And so far, he hadn’t been letting Trunks out of it much at all. A little, here and there. For more training, this time with the focus of getting Trunks to come on Gohan’s command, and if he didn’t come when Gohan told him to, he didn’t get to come at all. And the chastity device would go back on, and Trunks would be slapped sharply if he whined about having it on when he was aroused, horny, and a little bit desperate for Gohan to let him come. As a result, by Gohan’s count it’d been…six days since Trunks had come, and incidentally, that was the amount of time he’d been wearing it for, thereabouts. That first day that Gohan had put it on, Trunks managed to come on command, but that had seemed to be more out of luck than any actual training.
And now he seemed to be wanting it off again.

“Yes?” Gohan asked, looking up at Trunks, but continuing to eat. Trunks’s metal contained cock was only a few inches from his plate.
Trunks seemed to take a moment to compose his wording in his head, then started, “Please, may I be let out of the chastity belt for a little while? I want to practice commands.”

Oh, what a smart boy. Trying to appeal to Gohan by making it seem like he just wanted to practice being good for Gohan, when really, Gohan knew he was desperate to come and hiding it poorly. He was restless, hips moving slightly, seeming to almost be vibrating with anxious energy where he knelt in front of Gohan. Gohan had had to swat him with his book more than once to get him to stop shaking the table.

Gohan finished his latest bite, setting his fork down before marking his place in his book and setting it down gently by his plate. He looked at Trunks over hands folded over his plate, regarding him for a moment with a keen gaze as Trunks did his best to school his expression into one of innocent servitude. Yeah, he wasn’t fooling anyone.

But Gohan produced the key from underneath his shirt, kept on a chain around his neck, and lifted it off over his head, reaching forward to unlock the padlock around the contraption. Slowly, carefully, he slipped it off of Trunks, whose needy member rose almost instantly, confirming Gohan’s suspicion that he was already aroused. Though there was the question of if he’d gotten aroused during the meal, or simply had been steadily aroused for most of the day, or days since they’d started this exercise. Gohan liked to think it was the latter.

And just like that, he picked up his book and returned to his meal, leaving Trunks aroused, but untouched, and he could practically feel Trunks restraining himself from whining. Instead, after a minute, he heard another gentle, “Master, if I may…”

“You can stroke yourself, can’t you? Slowly. And maybe if you make it interesting enough, I’ll be compelled to put down my book,” Gohan answered, and saw Trunks take a hold of himself from his peripheral vision, slowly beginning to stroke himself.

The moan that tore itself from Trunks’s lips at the initial contact was absolutely sinful, and Gohan repressed a shiver that tried to skitter down his spine, knowing that his expanding pupils would be making his dark eyes even darker right now. After all, to know he had that effect on Trunks, simply from denying him something for so long, was intoxicating. That level of control was addictive. And he wasn’t afraid to say, now, that he’d gotten addicted to this lifestyle, to this control over his partner. But Trunks seemed to be enjoying it just as much, judging from the soft, desperate sounds he was making as his hips moved in time with his strokes, thrusting into his hand as it moved along his length. Slowly, of course. So slowly.

Eventually, the noises were too loud, too close to what Trunks sounded like when he came for Gohan to ignore. So he carefully marked his place in the book he was reading, setting down his fork as well for his meal that was mostly finished—prepared by Trunks, of course—and looked directly at Trunks, the magic words falling from his lips; “Come for your Master.”

And oh, Trunks came spectacularly. He finished with a velvety, lush moan, come spurting forward from his member onto Gohan’s plate, ruining the last of his meal, and his free hand smacked against the table as he nearly fell forward, shaking so hard from maintaining his kneeling position and from his orgasm that he could barely support himself. Gohan instantly reached up to stroke over his hair, his neck, his shoulder, murmuring, “Good boy, such a good boy. You did such a good job. I love you, my good boy.”

“Thank you, Master,” Trunks managed to get out after a minute, and Gohan smiled, using his napkin to help clean up the come that had ended up on Trunks, though most of it was currently on his plate. And as soon as Trunks was clean and recovered enough to sit up again, the belt was carefully replaced, locked again, the key around Gohan’s neck once more, and Gohan patted the device affectionately.

“Maybe we won’t need this for much longer, huh?” he said, and Trunks returned his smile with half of one of his own, clearly worn thin from the experience, as rich as it had been.

And quietly, Gohan returned to his book, and ate the last of his meal, tasting Trunks’s come as he did so.

***

They had to take another break soon after the belt came off, though Gohan was looking forward to it as well. To entertain him, Trunks had learned a few dance tricks, just the right ways to move his hips, the right moves to entertain Gohan, and they’d been enjoying their evenings together more and more recently, but it was clear that Trunks was wearing himself out. And honestly, Gohan was too. He needed a break from being totally dominant, completely in control of the situation, making all the decisions for both him and Trunks alike.

Though, of course, even though they were dropping the titles for the time being, the dynamic didn’t entirely go away. Gohan found himself still acting slightly dominant and Trunks slightly submissive as they headed off for a romantic weekend getaway, renting out a room and wandering about town with each other. Once upon a time, it’d been difficult for Gohan to show his affection for Trunks in public, but now he found it easy. Now it was as natural as breathing to guide Trunks with his hand on the small of his back, or throw an arm around his shoulders, or pull him into a kiss by the back of his neck.

Sure, he wasn’t Trunks’s master when they were on a getaway like this, and the focus was on romance, but truthfully, Gohan could see the dynamic shining through even in their smallest interactions. The way that Trunks deferred to Gohan for decisions, until Gohan asked his opinion. The respectful, but affectionate way that Trunks addressed him. The care that they took with each other when rolling around in bed, Trunks coming in Gohan and Gohan returning the favor later on, in the shower, the two of them kissing underneath the streams of the water around them.

It wasn’t as if Gohan had ever stopped loving Trunks, but it seemed that this…this new aspect to their relationship, this new dynamic to their interactions, which Trunks had originally suggested just to spice up their sex lives, had renewed the feelings that Gohan had for Trunks in force, and had made him appreciate him in even new and better ways. It hadn’t rekindled a dying love; it’d simply reminded Gohan of all the reasons why he loved Trunks. And that, without a doubt, was the most important thing about the whole experience.

And really, they’d both needed the break from what had become their complete lifestyle, a couple days where they could just be themselves, and be together. And that was exactly what they got, a romantic weekend full of cuddling and slow, tender kissing and passionate, but gentle sex. When they came back to real life, back to reality, Gohan was both excited and a little sad. Excited because he got to be in control once again, got to be the Master of the house as well as Trunks, but sad because he expected it to be a bit of a drop after their romance-filled time off. But he was surprised, once again, by his partner.

When he arrived home from work the first day after their break, he found the house clean, dinner cooking, and Trunks working away in the kitchen in his leather collar and lacy apron, wearing little else, and when Trunks saw that he was home, he dropped to his knees in front of Gohan, saying, “Welcome home, Master,” with genuine respect and affection in his voice. Gohan smiled, reaching down to brush his fingers over Trunks’s cheek, suddenly filled with an overwhelming, all-consuming love for the man in front of him and the sense that everything was exactly as it should have been. They were in their proper places, their proper roles again, and Trunks was just as happy to be there as Gohan was.

He leaned down to kiss him, then helped him to his feet, starting to ask about dinner and make small talk, all while Trunks addressed him properly and treated him with the respect that he deserved. That he’d earned, through this steady, careful training of Trunks, turning him into the perfect little servant. The perfect slave.

After dinner found them in the den, a fire going in the fireplace while Gohan had a cup of tea—cream and sugar, prepared by Trunks to be just how he liked it—and read, his free hand stroking through Trunks’s lavender hair as Trunks knelt beside him, always sitting at attention, though he was a bit relaxed now, posture slipping a bit as he let himself be pet, eyes closed. Let himself just be happy to be in Gohan’s presence, serving his Master how he wanted to be served.

It was a quiet evening, and the time was dragging on towards bedtime when Gohan worked up the courage to do something he’d been planning for weeks. He started off in a way that would leave Trunks unsuspecting, pulling out his notebook of Trunks’s transgressions and reminding him of one from this weekend that needed to be made up for. Trunks seemed a bit eager when Gohan said he’d have to give him a spanking for it, and sent him out of the room to fetch the paddle for him. While he was gone, Gohan quickly retrieved what he’d need, hiding it out of sight behind the stack of books next to his chair before Trunks returned, handing the paddle over and asking, “Over your lap or on the carpet, Master?”

“On your hands and knees,” Gohan ordered, and Trunks obeyed, hips swaying slightly, alluringly as he got onto his hands and knees on the carpet, spine slightly curved so his ass was even more exposed, ready for Gohan’s abuse.

Slowly, Gohan got up, wrapping the paddle’s strap around his wrist and circling around Trunks, who had his head kept down, eyes averted in a show of submission, though Gohan could see already that he was getting aroused. Without even a single hit. How beautiful.

The paddle smacked down hard across both of his ass cheeks first, and Trunks bit back a yelp, transmuting it into a loud grunt that Gohan smiled at, keeping his position behind Trunks. “One, thank you, Master,” Trunks said.

“Good boy,” Gohan murmured, and swung again.

Two hits in quick succession on either cheek, and Trunks quickly counted them out, finishing with a breathy, “Thank you, Master,” that had blood rushing straight to Gohan’s cock. He smoothed a hand over Trunks’s back, down to his ass before removing it as the paddle slapped down again, Trunks actually yelping this time as it had been a hard hit, Gohan knowing that by now, he didn’t have to hold back. It’d been long enough and Trunks had become strong enough that they could do this every day, easily, until his ass was red and sore, and then do it some more. And Trunks would love it as much as Gohan did.

“Four, thank you Master,” Trunks said, and Gohan smiled.

“Good boy. Keep counting,” he said, and drew his arm back to swing again.

They made it up to fifty. How funny, considering when they’d started this all Trunks had barely been able to take a spanking from Gohan’s hand for ten hits, and now they could make it up to fifty easily, with Trunks leaking precome, ready for even more as his hips wiggled, Gohan’s breath a touch ragged from the last few hits. They’d been in quick succession and pretty hard, and he’d worn himself out, and was also ready for some other play. Something a little different.

He dropped back into his armchair, beginning to undo his pants, and beckoned for Trunks to crawl over to him. Trunks did so, needing no instructions now, unlike when he’d first started. Now his crawling was entrancing, seductive without being over the top, his hips moving just so, his eyes fixed so carefully on his Master, the dark of his pupils starting to eclipse the blue of his irises.

He set to work immediately when he reached Gohan, taking Gohan’s member into his mouth and pleasuring him gently, slow, teasing strokes of his tongue over his hot length, Gohan stroking a hand over the back of his slave’s head. Then he gripped his hair tight and pulled him forward, down, until his cock was settling into Trunks’s relaxed throat, Trunks adjusting well to the intrusion. He rocked up into Trunks’s mouth, hips moving gently in against him, and Trunks sucked as best he could with Gohan so deep in his mouth and throat.

After a minute, Gohan’s hips stopped moving, his entire body stilling, tensing, before he shoved roughly into Trunks’s mouth for a few final, savage thrusts, and then pulled free again, coming partially in his mouth, partially over his lips and face. Gohan watched with rapt attention as his come dripped softly down Trunk’s chin, trickling its way down his throat, his softening cock giving an interested twitch. But right now, he had Trunks to attend to, and that damn refractory period.

“Good boy,” he said, the praise easily and genuinely coming out, and Trunks smiled under it, though he was clearly in need as well, cock nearly throbbing where it sat, untouched, at attention. “Come here. On my lap.”

Eagerly, Trunks climbed up, straddling Gohan’s lap like he had that very first day of training, and Gohan began to run fingertips along his length, gently teasing for a moment before he wrapped a firm hand around him, slowly stroking him. Trunks moaned softly, a little roughly—his throat would be sore tomorrow, no doubt—and thrust up into Gohan’s hands, desperate little rocks of his hips that would have Gohan chuckling if the sight wasn’t so arousing.

Gohan took his time bringing Trunks off, moving between fast and hard strokes, Trunks whimpering, and slow and steady strokes, Trunks moaning so luxuriously that Gohan was sure he’d be ready for another round himself in just a short amount of time. Finally, though, he said, “Good boy. Come for your Master, Trunks,” and Trunks finished with a groan, spilling over Gohan’s hand and breathing heavily in the resulting silence.

“Thank you, Master,” Trunks said, another habit that he’d gotten into that Gohan hadn’t even had to train. He’d started doing it almost automatically after the chastity belt came off, thanking Gohan for each orgasm he experienced, whether long or short, satisfying or fleeting. And Gohan hadn’t questioned it, had simply encouraged it like he was now, by stroking his clean hand along Trunks’s cheek before he grabbed his napkin from the side table and cleaned them both up.

“I have something for you,” he said when he’d finished, the napkin discarded again, and Trunks looked at him questioningly, clearly intrigued, and still spread across Gohan’s lap. Exactly where Gohan wanted him. “But you have to decide whether you want it or not.”

“What is it?” Trunks asked, and Gohan let the missing title slide, too excited and nervous at the same time to be properly noting Trunks’s behavior. He reached over behind the stack of books, moving the hiding one aside so he could retrieve the items he’d stashed, and hid one in his hand, the other presented to Trunks first.

It was a gold collar, engraved with the word slave on the inside of the band, the kind of collar that would be almost impossible to take off without Gohan’s help. A day collar, one that would look like jewelry to anyone else but them, but that was the point. It was a sign of ownership that only they would recognize, and the band was thin enough that a leash could be clipped directly to it, making it functional enough to replace the old leather collar as well.

Trunks had made a soft noise when he saw it, recognizing the significance behind it, but didn’t say anything, needing Gohan’s permission to speak, it seemed. And Gohan had something to say first. “I’m not saying your training is complete, Trunks, because we both know that training like this is never complete. But you’ve become someone else, gotten as close to perfect as a slave for me as you can be for now, and I want to show you how far you’ve come. But beyond that…”

He opened his hand, producing the other item, which was a small black ring box, and opened it to reveal a simple gold band. “I want you to be with me forever. I love you more than anything, Trunks, and I want you to be happy. With me. Will you marry me?”

The world seemed to hang on a single thread as Gohan waited for an answer, and then Trunks began nodding and they both broke into smiles, Trunks laughing as he let Gohan put the ring on, then kissed him firmly, both of them happy, ecstatic, exuberant as they kissed each other with barely restrained passion. Of course, Gohan hadn’t had any reason to believe that Trunks wouldn’t say yes, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been nervous about it all the same. After all, there was always the chance that Trunks wasn’t ready, or thought Gohan wasn’t.

Gohan’s hands were shaking slightly as he put on the ring, but steady as he switched out the collars, Trunks smiling brighter than the sun with the gold around his neck. And he looked beautiful with it, the shiny metal matching his blue eyes and soft hair color, and Gohan kissed him again, with unrestrained love and affection, his arms wrapped around his waist as Trunks’s hands found the sides of his face.

He did love him. He loved him more than anything, and he wanted to be with him forever. They had already pretty much agreed to forever, but this sealed it, this cemented their relationship with a ring and a promise. And to be honest, Gohan couldn’t wait for the ceremony, or the wedding, or the honeymoon. He just wasn’t sure how he’d be able to bring all the tools they needed with them on vacation.