Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

It’s nights like these when I feel peaceful. Not that kind of mindlessly happy peace that others feel, but a kind of melancholy peace that fills me with lazy sadness that I’ve always found healing. Nights like these when the moon is full and overcast with a gray blanket of clouds and a creeping chill in the wind that speaks to me of broken childhood dreams, and ghostly memories that pass before my eyes and stir in my brain almost unbidden. When the rain begins to splatter onto the ground, moistening the soil, cold and wet, it always reminds me of spilled blood and death. These are most of my childhood memories; Death, blood, training, and my mother screeching at me to get my schoolwork done. But I could never train or do anything productive on days like these, when my mind is flipping back and forth between the here and the now, the past and future.

I must admit I put on a good show in my youth and early adulthood. I never allowed myself to even contemplate who I am on the inside, so I think I deserve a little quiet time in my head. I think I knew from a very early age that my thoughts were different from others, and I usually didn’t even accept the similarities in thought pattern to Vegeta’s. Vegeta was damaged, evil, and incomplete. His need to be the strongest, his love of battling…these things were immoral. My mother wanted me to be a great scholar, wise and studious, and I did my best to please her because mother knew best – or so I thought. Those things were not the things I wanted to be though, and why the hell would I? I’m a demi-Saiyajin, and in my own right I am heir to the race’s insatiable dispositions.

My father’s personality is puzzling. It’s like he’s the anti-Saiyajin. Everyone expected me to be like him, only smarter. Happy-go-lucky with an angelic personality was that they wanted and I must admit, for a while that’s who I wanted to be. I always tried to smile, and I think in a way I am very much my father. Only I’m…impure, or I would seem so to them if they saw into my soul. There’s an appetite in me that feels so good to indulge in, but that I always tried to deny. I was miserable for so many years, bottling up too many emotions and thoughts because I was tricked into believing their fables of sin. Sin was anything that was easily attained, anything that wasn’t difficult or forced. Anything that required sacrifice and hard work had to have been good. I feel pretty dense now that I know it isn’t really darkness or evil that rests within me. It’s just a part of me. Being of Saiyajin blood means I’m not completely human and it’s only natural that I would possess different ways of thinking, a different concoction of light and dark forces in my soul. It’s hard sometimes, not being like all of them. We demi-Saiyajin’s are a race all our own, a concoction of human and Saiyajin DNA that makes us different from any other species in the galaxy. I haven’t even seen my mother and father in years, what with him being dead and all and her raising the twin eight year olds she adopted, Artemis and Apollo. I think she feels I’m a bad influence on them.

I’m looking out the window of the bus I’m riding as if it were a mirror, staring at the face that stares back. Once upon a time I would have been wearing my orange uniform and my thick black hair would be much shorter, but now I only dress that way when I make the trek to Roshi’s Place to visit my old friends, whom I see very little of these days. In fact, the only people I see regularly from those days are Piccolo, Vegeta, and Chibi Trunks. Yes, I call him Chibi, and he likes that. He’s quite the little romantic angel.

My face is rarely clean shaven anymore, and I always wear black eyeliner and a little dark eye shadow. It brings out my eyes, which are nice if I do say so myself. I’m much paler now, but that’s to be expected since I keep nocturnal hours. It’s been about three weeks since I was even awake at noon, but I’ve been told by Vegeta that it’s perfectly normal. Saiyajins become more nocturnal as they age, and I imagine when I’m his age, my eyes will be just as sensitive to the light as his are. I’m wearing black, loose, boot-cut jeans and no shoes or socks, which I’ll admit gets some looks. I don’t like wearing shoes anymore, and I don’t really need them. I know, I sound like a mental patient…but come on, I’ve been fighting wars all my life! Yeah, I have scars, and yeah I’m a little crazy, but I’ve earned the right to be myself. I’m not ashamed of who I am anymore. Ahem. The shirt I’m wearing is black and long sleeved – it looks good but it looks better on Chibi, since it belongs to him. I borrowed it about three years ago, and still haven’t given it back. It hides the old, rough, discolored scar tissue and fresh wounds my lovers and I have inflicted upon my flesh over the years and recent days. I started cutting when I was 14. Back then it was, I suppose, a way of letting some of the pain out without going crazy. My mother and the others just assumed they were from training or fighting one of our many enemies. Now I do it for different reasons, but it’s usually during sex that I bleed myself…or should I say others bleed me?

The rain’s stopped, and I love the feel of the cool water on my bare feet so I get off three stops early. I splash through the puddles, and it’s probably not doing my pants any good but oh well. It’s nights like these that I think about my lovers the most. I went to Vegeta first, right after I divorced Videl. I don’t know what drew me to the Prince, how or why he chose to comfort me like that, but he did and they’re good memories. I understand him better than his wife does, even she’ll admit that. Vegeta was born, believe it or not, with a pretty gentle soul that ended up getting beaten and broken. He puts on a good show, and he actually is an asshole a lot of the time…but who can blame him? He spent his childhood alone, frightened, raped and beaten, in the cruel hands of Freeza. I know Freeza played with his head, always telling him he was his favorite, and doing those dirty things to him all the while. It got to where he didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. He just shut down all emotional capabilities, and went through most of his life numb. With me, Vegeta was so gentle – almost like he was afraid of hurting me. I think he treated me the way he wished his previous lovers had, before Bulma. You’d laugh if I told you he purrs like a kitten and likes to be held, but it’s the truth. After awhile though, we couldn’t give each other what we needed, and we moved on to others, save for the occasional romp. I’m not even sure who he’s sleeping with these days.

Next came my little Chibi, who’s a bit like his father in that he likes to please his lovers before himself. He’s so angelic, so innocent in so many ways, yet worldly and tough in others. He’s actually kind of emotional and his feelings can get hurt very easily. He pretty much just bottles it all up though, and lets it out when he’s fucking. If he’s mad, he’s rough; if he’s happy, he’s gentle, get the idea? We don’t sleep together that often anymore – he’s dating Goten now, so it can get complicated. Mostly, we’re just friends. We talk more than anything, and just laze around. He’s a romantic at heart, and it pisses me off sometimes that my brother doesn’t bother to hide the fact that he sleeps around. It really hurts my Chibi, it makes him cry and it makes him drink too much and fuck people he has no business even knowing. I wish there was something I could do to make Goten see, but short of seriously kicking ass I don’t see a way.

Thinking of Chibi always directs my thoughts towards the only person I’ve ever truly given all of my heart and soul to…my Mirai Trunks. He came back for good right after his mother died, about two years ago. He’d promised her that he’d seek happiness in our time, away from the heartbreaking chaos of his own ruined world. He just showed up one day, smiling and laughing as if everything was fine. But I knew that song and dance, and I saw right through the mask that he wore. When I look into his dirty gray eyes it’s like looking into my own. His mother’s death did what nothing else was capable of. It broke him down and made him lose faith. It was saddening to look at this lonely man, haunted by too many bad memories and a lost childhood spent in fear and anguish.

I’d been divorced ten years, and wasn’t officially with Chibi or Vegeta, just content with the new book I was working on. I have to admit, I’d been having some nice dreams involving my Mirai ever since I first met him all those years ago. In fact, he was my first crush. I used to get off imagining that it was his hand sliding up and down my cock when I masturbated late at night in my teenage room. I gave up hope of ever seeing him again after I married Videl, then he waltzed into my life, with his puppy dog eyes and that look like he’d been kicked around one too many times. That silken, shoulder-length lavender hair, just aching to be touched and fondled was so irresistible that day. When we looked into each other’s eyes something stirred inside of us, and we just stared for what seemed an eternity. It was like we immediately knew each other’s secrets. I went to him that night and I ran my shaking fingers through his delicate hair. It was just as soft as I imagined it would be if not softer, and smelled like flowers and the salty ocean. I brushed my lips against his, caressed them lovingly. He slipped his velvety tongue past my eager lips into the cavern of my mouth. Our tongues danced greedily as we savored the distinct tastes of each other. He sucked on my tongue and I worshipped every inch of his skin with my hands. He had me on my knees sooner than any of my previous lovers, and I found myself kissing his feet and begging him to just fuck me as he sank his teeth into my shoulder like he does now. He didn’t draw blood that night, just nibbled and sucked and drove me insane. He was unyielding, demanding and rough but subtly gentle, like he is now. I was completely at his mercy when I’d intended it to be the other way around. I’d always been the dominant one in all of my relationships, except perhaps with Videl, the anti-Christ.

He made it clear as he whispered into my ear that night tickling me with his warm breath that Vegeta, Videl and Chibi had absolutely no claim on me, because I belonged to him now. Had anyone else told me this I’d have probably beat the shit out of them, or laughed in their face…but it felt so good to know that he wanted and needed me. I felt safe in knowing I belonged to something that wouldn’t judge me or try to mould me into something I wasn’t. He told me those things, trying to sound tough and in control, and he was to an extent. But he couldn’t hide the loneliness in his voice and the desperation with which he thrust into me. He’d been used his whole life, never in control of any situation, and he needed to know that he had control over me. He’s watched helplessly while everyone he’s loved has been raped, beaten or murdered…or just plain used him then thrown him away like an old rag doll. It took him a year to accept that I was truly in love with him, and for that first year he held me down so tight that I couldn’t have stopped him from fucking me if I’d wanted to. Some nights I would wake up and find him just looking at me, as if he had to make sure I was real.

I needed to not be in charge for once, to just hand myself over to someone else and be able to trust them wholly. I know he’ll never really, truly hurt me, and even if he did I don’t know whether I’d hate him. I just love him too much. Of course none of the humans know anything about any of this, not even Bulma. My mother thinks Mirai and I have resigned to be old spinsters and live together to escape loneliness, which is fine with me. I really couldn’t care less what they think these days. I have no idea what my father thinks, I haven’t seen him in years. I hear that some old wizard undid his brain damage, and that he’s off in some forgotten realm trying to collect his thoughts. I’ve also heard that the Kai’s are talking about bringing him to life, partly because he keeps blowing holes everywhere from training and mostly because he’s driving everyone crazy.

I’m on our darkened, quiet street now, almost to our two-story house. It’s four a.m., and there’s going to be hell to pay when I get home. I’ve done something I’m kicking myself over, I always kick myself over. I’m going to have to tell Mirai, and I can’t lie to him. I just damn well better set it up carefully to tell him, otherwise there’s going to be hell to pay. He’s been on edge lately; testy and volatile. It’s almost the anniversary of the other Gohan’s death. I know it’s hard for him, who can blame him? When he looks at my face, around this time of year he sees the other Gohan’s bloodied and torn body gasping for air. He sees himself burying the other Gohan, but in his mind I know he’s really seeing himself bury me. Fuck.

I had just woken up when the phone rang. It was Videl. I knew better than to even talk to her. I should’ve said I was busy or bleeding profusely or something, but I didn’t. I listened to her sob story about how lonely she was and could I please come over? I knew she just wanted someone to buy her some beer and give her money for whatever the hell she takes, because that’s what she wants half the time. I usually say no, mainly because pretty much everyone who knows the truth about her kicks my ass when I give in. She’s a whore – literally – an addict, and an all-around sadistic bitch that enjoys making me miserable. She was my Freeza, and she went out of her way to play mind games with me and drive me crazy. I’d sit there with the razor in my hand and then she’d do a 180 and suddenly be so nice, and I’d question everything and it was hell. I don’t know why I still listen to her, want to help her – Kami knows I shouldn’t. But she sounded desperate so I went over there without telling anyone and sure enough she started in on me. But see that’s the devious thing about liars, they can tangle the lies with truth so that you can’t tell the difference. I ended up giving her money, which I know she’s going to use to buy drugs. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not anti-drugs. It’s just when you see this girl who was so beautiful throwing away everything worthwhile in her life just so she can get stoned, it kind of brings out the nark in you. I promised both Mirai and Chibi that I’d hang up the next time she called. Mirai’s going to be pissed, and I’m going to have to wait to tell him until when he’s calm and back to his usual self.

The darkened street is eerily quiet as I walk to our two-story home. The only sounds are my bare feet splashing in the muddy puddles and my soft, rhythmic breathing. I amble up to the front door, lingering outside a little longer, savoring the serene atmosphere and the icy wind stinging my chilled face. I step up to our door, and turn the knob, assuming at this hour that Mirai is still awake. It’s unlocked, and I open the creaking door, walk into the pitch black entryway, and shut the door behind me with a soft whoosh and a click. I walk into our living room and my sensitive nose is immediately assaulted by the musty scent of sex that’s hanging heavily in the air. He’s either masturbated in here, or he’s been fucking someone recently. Either way, the scent immediately turns me on and I lick my dry lips. It’s so fucking pitch black in the living room that I can’t see a damn thing.

(a/n: Okay, this is where the PWP starts if you skipped ahead)

Suddenly someone with strong hands forcefully rips my shirt off with a loud tearing noise that cuts through the air (a/n: poor Chibi’s shirt!) and brutally shoves me flat onto the ebony, soft carpeted floor face first. My hands are jerked above my head and Ki cuffs are painfully snapped onto my wrists, effectively chaining me. Whoever the hell it is straddles me and their fingers tangle into my messy hair yanking my head back harshly. There’s hot breath tickling my ear when sharp teeth sink into my fleshy right earlobe. One sharp canine tooth barely breaks the skin, drawing a few tiny drops of blood. I yelp in pain and surprise, and a harsh voice whispers into my ear. It’s Mirai, only his voice is twisted cold with anger and a few drops of insanity. It’s a rather sadistic version of his dominant sex voice.

“Did you fucking think I wouldn’t find out wench?” He hisses into my ear with such venom that I cringe. He’s put up with this whole Videl thing so well, I guess his snapping was eventual. He’s not exactly the sanest guy, after all – just read his psyche analysis from Capsule Corp. All I know is this is going to hurt like only heaven and hell can.

He rises and deftly flips me onto my back. All I can see in the cold gloom are his shining, golden, luminescent eyes and bared fangs inches from my face. His hot breath washes over my face and I smell sex on it as he straddles me, his hard cock biting into my hip pleasantly. His gray eyes, which remind me of a dirty window, bore down at me for awhile. He’s seemingly deciding what to do with me, when he leans down as if to kiss me. I open my mouth willingly so that he can slip his velvety tongue in. Instead he nips my lip rather hard, almost drawing blood. He coarsely unbuttons my pants and I raise my hips to allow him to slide them off, knowing that if I don’t I’m going to get slapped in his current mood. He’s in ‘I’m your Master, bitch’ mode. He gracefully wraps his smooth fingers around my hardening manhood and slides them up and down roughly. Gods, he’s just doing it to tease me with no intention of finishing me off. He uses his thumb and forefinger to delicately massage the head, and I moan involuntarily. My moan turns to a soft whimper when he replaces his fingers with his wet, silken mouth forming an ‘O’ as he sucks on just the tip, teasing me mercilessly. He removes his moist warmth all too soon and places a cock ring around my dick near the base to stop me from going soft. I figure I’m in for a roughly pleasant night, though if he were feeling really naughty he’d have my ass bright red from one of his many whips and paddles by now.

He rises and I groan as he gruffly yanks me up by my hair. Boy, am I glad we had the house sound-proofed. He half drags me stumbling into the hallway leading into our bedroom and I lick my lips. We reach the bedroom and he flings me down onto the cold, tiled floor with a wet slap. The cool tiles make me shiver, which was the idea when he tiled the bedroom in the first place. The room is lit by numerous raven and bruise colored candles of various sizes, giving off soothing, flickering glows. I’m panting, lying on my stomach while he’s fumbling for something. He removes the cuffs from my aching hands, bending down to violently spank me HARD with a resounding, fleshy slap leaving what I imagine is a nice crimson mark on my cheek sending a shock of pain and pleasure through my ass. He kicks open my legs, spreads my cheeks apart and drives a dry dildo into my asshole so hard and far that I howl in pain. Not only did he not bother to lubricate the damn thing, but he didn’t even stretch my ass just a little and it ripped past the rings of muscle inside me, sending a searing pain through my rear. I tear up a little.

“Trunks! What the fuck are you -” I begin but am quickly silenced when he slides it back out and plunges it in again even harder than before, sending more white hot pain shooting in my asshole. I’m suddenly painfully aware of every inch of sensitive tissue inside of me. I bite my lip to keep from screaming when he repeats the process seven more times. The last time he thrusts in he slaps my ass again, and the pain is almost unbearable because it’s amplified by the reverberation.

“DID I give you PERMISSION to call me anything but MASTER you little fucking bitch?” He hisses at me through clenched teeth. Again he painfully slams into me, this time not letting my muscles relax by holding it in as far it will go. My stomach is starting to cramp from the pain and a tear slides down my cheek. This is getting too rough, damn it!

“I ASKED you a question! Did I give you permission to call me anything but Master?” He says to me again, calmly, as if he were asking about the weather and not torturing my ass.

“No Master, you did not give me permission. I’m sorry, please forgive me, it won’t happen again.”

“You’re a disgustingly tainted slut. You are nothing but a filthy, lying, disobeying whore that’s only good for one thing, aren’t you bitch?”

“Yes, Master.” Gods, call me perverse, but I get so hard when he talks to me likes this.

My body has begun to get used to the intrusion that was so abusively given to it. When he slaps me again it stings all the same but I feel that reverberation with a tingle of pleasure mixed with the pain.

“You disobeyed me, didn’t you, you filthy little cocksucker?”

“Yes, Master.”

He slaps my rear again.

“Are you going to do it again?”

“No, Master.”

Slap.

“And when I tell you to do something, you’re going to do it, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

He plunges the dildo in and out of my ass four aching times.

“You’re damn fucking right you will, and my name is Master – USE IT! And right now you’re going to beg me to forgive you.”

“But, let me at least explain -”

I earn another stinging whack and ten more pleasurable yet achingly soft thrusts into my backside.

“Tell me Chibi, do you think we should waste OUR TIME listening to his pathetic fucking excuses?”

I blink. What the fuck? Chibi Is here? I blush a deep crimson as blood rushes to my face and twist my head around trying to find him. I expect my little Chibi to mumble or stammer some reply, but the cool voice that calmly replies startles me, and I realize that they’ve probably been discussing this all night, so he’s had time to prepare. Or maybe I was naïve when I thought he wasn’t into this kind of roughhousing.

“No, I don’t think we should listen to him. I think you should pound that dildo into his ass until he either bleeds, screams, or passes out. Then let him beg for forgiveness.”

Oh Goddess, I have a feeling this is going to be hell. He pulls back out once again and pounds back in, my muscles rippling, making me bite my lip to stop from moaning or screaming. He thrusts in and out over and over for I don’t know how long. If I were fully human I’d probably have passed out by now, but I’m somewhere in that chasm that is pain and pleasure combined. My ass is thoroughly stretched and the pain and pleasure concoction has given way to pleasure tinged with pain and the aching need to be released but knowing none will soon come – no pun intended.

“Do you have any more excuses for me?”

“No, Master.”

“Good. Now beg like the slut that you are.”

“Master, Please, I am very sorry I disobeyed you. I WAS SO BAD AND I promise it won’t happen again! Please forgive me! I’m begging you please…no more torture.”

“He doesn’t seem very sincere to me, Mirai. I think you need to fuck him in the mouth hard. Make him gag.”

What the fuck is going on here? Since when does my angel Chibi want to see me gag? Okay, so I’m a little preoccupied with my very erect and very ready cock and the beginnings of knots in my stomach, and I MUST be bleeding after that, but I still have time to wonder. How the hell did they find out about today? How the hell did they come about planning this out? Have they been screwing behind my back the whole time? Isn’t that a little twisted? The dildo is still deep inside of me when he gruffly flips me over onto my back. Excitement shoots through me. I knew I shouldn’t have gone to her, and I did it anyway, and I feel bad. But hey, if this is going to be my punishment every time, I think I’ll be calling her from now on.

He’s standing over me, I’m looking up at him, and our eyes lock briefly. His are sparkling with lust. He licks his lips as he looks me up and down greedily drinking up the sight of my naked flesh. He’s completely naked, his muscles and scars look absolutely fucking gorgeous in the flickering candlelight as they always have. His…naughty bits are clean shaven; his large throbbing cock is hardened and erect. I want that cock in me instead of this fucking piece of plastic. I feel another wave of desire through my discomfort as he flicks his tongue in and out of his mouth teasingly. My cock is painfully hard now. I hear Chibi moving off of the bed, his feet padding to me, and then he’s standing over my face, also completely naked, and he’s just as beautiful as his older counter-part. His hair is shorter, a slightly darker lavender being younger than Mirai. He’s looking down at me, smirking, and his hard member looking tantalizingly tasty.

Chibi grabs me coarsely by my arms and hauls me onto my knees. Moving closer so as to support my body unwaveringly, I can feel the warmth of his body behind me. His cock is digging into my back, he smells of sex, and my imagination runs wild wondering what these two did before I came home. He takes one rough, calloused hand and places it on the back of my head, tangling his fingers into my black, dampened hair. He holds my head firmly and all the while Mirai has watched this, finally stepping forward he slaps me across the face with a loud thwap, leaving a stinging red mark across my cheek. He brings his glistening cock to my lips, and sneers.

“Suck on it, dirty wench, suck on it or else I’m taking you down into the basement, chaining you to the wall, and beating you within an inch of your life. I’ll let Chibi fuck you with everything he can find. A broom, his fist – I don’t really care. We’ll make you bleed, we’ll make you scream, and we’ll make you cry until you’re begging us to show mercy. Then we’ll do it all over again, until you break.”

His words send sparks of lust and desire throughout my entire body, my stomach flops, my cock twitches, and I open my mouth craving the taste of his salty flesh. Chibi shoves my head forward, viciously forcing Mirai’s pulsating cock into my mouth and into the back of my throat, gagging me. Chibi forces my head back and forth and to the side as I try to fight for breath. Mirai fucks my mouth hard, thrusting in and out with excessive force. The fleshy taste I usually enjoy is completely lost to me as I’m forced to give him head, choking and gagging. Through the onslaught I suck as best I can, trying to get my muscles to cooperate, knowing I’m going to be punished if I don’t. I’m apparently not doing a good enough job as Mirai yanks himself completely out of my mouth. He reaches back and violently brings the back of his hand across my bruised cheek hard enough to rock my head back despite Chibi’s hand. From behind, Chibi shoves me forward so that my forehead bounces onto the chilled tiles, sending an ice pick of pain through my head. He jerks the dildo from my ass then plunges three fingers into my bruised canal. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. He forms them into claws, scraping the walls, tissue and muscle ring, and it hurts like hell – which is what he’s going for.

“I think he needs more. I don’t think he’s learned his lesson.” Chibi coos at me.

His fingers thrust roughly in and out, a hellish pleasure. He slips in farther brushing my pleasure spot, and I moan loudly. This pisses him off, and he yanks the fingers out then rakes them down the cheeks of my ass. I hiss at the pleasing, burning sensation, and he slaps me ten hard times across my backside. Yanking me up by my hair, he twists my head so that I can see into his eyes.

“Open your mouth, my little whore.” Mirai says, and I do as I’m told. Chibi spits into it with a snarl. He snaps my head back so I’m facing Mirai now. Mirai leans down and spits into my mouth as well. He roughly grasps my chin in an iron grip, sneering with disdain.

“That’s more than you deserve to taste. That wasn’t near good enough, and when I tell you to suck with that mouth of yours, I mean suck as if that pretty little ASS of yours depends on it – which it does if you EVER want to be able to sit down again. Don’t forget, you are nothing but the son of a third-class moron, and we are the sons of the Prince of Saiyajins. You should be thankful we even bothered to spit into that despicable, filthy whore’s mouth of yours. Now swallow it, and thank us.” He snarls at me, and I dutifully swallow.

“Thank you Master, thank you Chibi. I’ll try harder.” I whimper pleadingly.

The dildo is harshly shoved back into my ass which is nicely stretched. I can’t do anything about my throbbing erection but clench my ass, causing more movement with the dildo. Chibi’s hand returns to clutching my head. Mirai’s cock is placed back on my lips, leaking creamy liquid from its tip. I suck it in, but this time I close my eyes. I block out the smell of his precum on my lips, the dildo in my ass, Chibi’s hands twisted into my hair forcing me to swallow; I block out everything in the world but sucking on his wonderful dick, savoring the taste. He roughly slides in and out of my mouth, the leaking tip brushing the inside of my cheeks and tongue. He’s close to coming when he suddenly pulls out and smirks at me.

“You’d like me to let you drink my cum, wouldn’t you? You’d love to swallow every drop.”

“Yes, master, I want to so badly.” I sort of half-whisper, trying to catch my breath.

Again I’m slapped across my face.

“As if you deserve to taste MY cum in YOUR filthy MOUTH, you disgusting little tramp. Take him to the wall and chain him to it.” He instructs Chibi, who complies by yanking me to my feet and shoving me to the other side of the room against the wall, our cocks bobbing with the ragged movements. The chains on the wall were obviously installed by them, and they are positioned so that the person chained to the wall has a perfect view of the bed on the right side, and vice versa. He lifts my arms and shackles me to the wall, adding Ki to the specially-designed chains to that I can’t get free. Mirai walks to the bed and splays out, waiting for Chibi. Chibi walks to the bed and straddles Mirai’s legs, his face mere inches from his throbbing erection, poised to begin sucking his older-selve’s cock. In my lust-filled haze I wonder if this is masturbation, since technically on a genetic level they’re the same person, but I’m far too horny to even care.

“You see, if you’d been good this could’ve been you. Now what did I tell you not to do?”

“You told me not to go to her, Master.”

“Why did I tell you not to go to her?”

“Because she makes me feel bad, Master.”

“And you’re going to listen next time, aren’t you?”

“Yes, master. I promise.”

“Good boy. Now watch.”

And with that Mirai sighs, sliding his fingers into Chibi’s soft lavender locks, gently guiding his mouth downwards to his need. Chibi wraps his mouth around Mirai’s manhood, gently sucking on the tip with wet sucking noises. I shiver at the pleasurable sounds. He gently moves Mirai’s cock aside a bit in order to better get at the fleshy bundle underneath it. He tenderly sucks a ball into his warm, moist mouth, massaging it with his tongue. His other hand is running up and down his older self’s shaft, causing the man to moan and buck his hips into the grasp, his face contorted in pleasure, his eyes locked on mine. We stare at each other. God, this is torture. My balls must be blue by now, and I don’t know how much longer it’ll be until I start begging. Patience has never been my strong suit, not with an oddly erotic and torturous show like this.

Chibi removes his mouth from the dampened package. He teasingly runs his tongue from the base of Mirai’s cock to the tip, massaging the head with his thumb and forefinger. Meanwhile I’m clenching my ass thoroughly enjoying the sensation of that dildo in me, wishing I could ride it, but knowing if I move my hips I’m going to be punished harshly. Chibi moves his hand up and down Mirai’s shaft, and sucks the tip into his mouth with a wet sucking sound. He bobs up and down, the cock sliding in and out, as Mirai’s eyes turn to slits under the waves of pleasure shooting through his belly like wildfire. At last Mirai bucks into Chibi’s mouth wildly, his body shuddering. His seed shoots into Chibi’s sweet, hungry mouth. He lovingly drinks it, savoring the taste on his tongue as if it were a fine wine. Chibi is now, like myself, painfully hard, and he rises from the bed, licking the stray droplets from his chin. He walks over to the nightstand, where an odd shaped metal dildo with two prongs on its ends sits. He lays it on the bed, as well as an odd looking hammer which was also on the nightstand. He stalks towards me, crushing his lips to mine, darting his tongue past my lips and into my waiting mouth. I taste Mirai’s cum, as our tongues dance merrily.

He removes the chains from my arms and reaches behind me to slide the dildo out of my ass, tossing it onto a chair that sits in the corner. Mirai slides to the other side of the bed to accommodate me as Chibi guides me to our bed. He removes the dildo from my ass and tosses it onto the table by the window. He guides me to the bed where I climb in beside Mirai.

“I want your loose asshole in the air ready for the fucking.” Mirai instructs as Chibi reaches over to the dresser and removes a bottle of lubricant then pours some onto the dildo, tossing the bottle aside. I do as I’m told and immediately Chibi is over me, smoothly sliding the metal dildo into me like silk. The icy metal moving against the burning walls of my ass is so orgasmic that I half-moan, half-sigh in relief and pleasure. A shiver dances down my spine. I can’t really see from my position, nor can they see my face, so Mirai lies down beside me; his face inches from mine, smirking. His eyes are sparkling mischievously, all of the anger gone. This is going to be good. Chibi strikes both of the prongs on the end of the dildo with the hammer.

Oh my gods. The rippling sensation is incredible, and the way it vibrates against my pleasure spot…it’s indescribable. Incredible shockwaves of pleasure roam throughout my ass, my entire fucking body nearly convulses. My cock twitches, I moan loudly, arching my back. I’m panting riding the waves. Mirai moves his head slightly under mine and kisses my lips tenderly, then my eyelids; my cheeks, my forehead, the tip of my nose. Chibi taps the prongs again, and again, and again. I’m going to cum any minute, I know it. Finally the vibrations cease, and I’m barely holding out. Mirai tugs on my balls and sends a little Ki jolt through them at the same time, taking away from the previous pleasure in order to stop me from cumming. Mirai is hard again.

“Would you like me to remove the ring?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you want to come now?”

“Yes, please Master.”

“Do you want me to pound my cock into that nice, third-class, loose ass of yours?”

“Yes Master!”

“Good boy.”

He removes the ring from my dick gently, and Chibi slides the dildo out, rises and places it back on the nightstand. Chibi then moves to the other side of the bed where Mirai lies, and sits down. Mirai crawls behind me and positions himself above me, spreading my cheeks. He runs his tongue erotically up and down my crack, tantalizing me, making me moan. Chibi is beside me fondling his own balls, staring at us in complete lust. Mirai’s wet, velvety tongue dips into my stretched asshole. I buck against his tongue as he dives in and out of the sensitive hole, a passionate fire growing in my belly. My balls are already so tight, I’m just about to cum but I hold out. I want him in me. He removes his tongue then flips me over so that I’m facing him. Chibi takes my hand and places it on his cock, covering my hand with his own, guiding it, pleasuring himself. Both of their eyes are glazed and mirror my own. Mirai lifts my hips and places something much harder and larger at my asshole, then slides into my ass fast, as far as he can. His balls slap my rear. I arch into his cock, because this is what I’ve been waiting for. I’m aching for release. His hands grasp at my body, holding me firm.

He slips his tongue into my mouth as he thrusts, moving his mouth to my shoulder and biting down hard. I cry out with pain and desire as his teeth break the flesh, drawing coppery blood. He sucks at the sensitive wound, suddenly shifts position and pounds into my ass hitting my pleasure spot every time as he knew he would. In and out, in and out he thrusts, sensations racking my body as I tremble and writhe underneath him, moaning his name. Chibi is lying beside me, masturbating with my clenched fist. His face contorts, and he cries out as he cums, shooting his load on all three of us. My hand slides off his softening cock and I rub his balls briefly before moving my hand to my own balls and cup them. I massage and play with them while Mirai pounds into my aching ass. He slams into me with such force that the bed, so well constructed, slams against the wall with a loud thwack.

The pressure in me is building, the pleasure mounting, and my balls tighten. I finally reach the blackened edge, cumming on us both, screaming his name as I do. I’m riding out the orgasm when he slams home and unloads into my ass, squirting his seed inside me. We both pant for a moment, our cocks softening. He kisses me softly on my lips then slides out of me. He lies down between me and the sleeping form of Chibi. Poor Chibi, he looks exhausted.

“Well I know why I’m tired. I’ve been screwed over by sick fucks all day. But what dirty things have you done to angel Chibi in our bed to make him pass out like that? You’ve corrupted him, haven’t you?” I ask my lover jokingly as his seed drips out of my ass, soiling the bed.

“Wouldn’t you like to know!” He playfully replies, his eyelids drooping sleepily. I gaze lovingly into those clear, gray eyes. I summon a light wind that blows out the candles and fills the room with their smoke. It tickles my flesh. He drapes his arm across my stomach and rests his head on my chest tenderly. I kiss his head and he nips at my sensitive flesh lazily. I feel Chibi shift in bed, and knowing him he’s spooning my Mirai’s form. What a night.

“Goodnight Mirai. I am sorry you know. I shouldn’t have gone to see her. I just can’t help wanting to help her.”

“I know, I don’t understand but I know. Goodnight, Gohan. I love you.”

“I love you too, you sick fucking bastard.”

“Bite me.”

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”