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Overhead buzzed drones that aimed their eyes down on a field of rocks. Their shadows passed over the dark haired demi Saiyan wearing burlap shorts digging various stones from the dirt. Did Goten put extra rocks in the fallow field Gohan wondered, because he never had seen a farm field in his experience containing so many of them.

The sun burned down through trees, toasting Gohan’s skin slowly to a tan. At least he figured it would be the case. Barefoot he stepped through the soil, bending at the waist to grab a rock and toss it to the designated container. So many rocks of all shapes and sizes passed through his hands, that his hands started to get sore. His back ached too from the constant strain on his back muscles.

Beneath the shade of a large parasol Goten sat. Both legs stretched out comfortably on the length of a lawn chair. At his elbow, a frosty glass of lemonade--the hard kind-- rested. He picked up the glass and sipped it, while licking his lips with a sign of satiation. Music blared out of the small speakers he had set his cell phone into, and currently echoed in Gohan’s ears.

“You missed a rock,” said Goten, pointing with one finger. He pushed up his Capsule sunglasses, that mirrored the scene before him. Gohan could not see any hint of his eyes and it almost gave him the impression of being watched by a security guard or police officer.

So far Gohan remembered the words of Goten’s briefing. “After serving for two weeks you can escape. If you find the experience is not to satisfaction, it’s your way out.”

He wanted to get out already, and it had just been only the first day. A few hours of rooting rocks out of a field that he could swear was only made to grow rocks, which did not grow. Various wild grasses and thorny bushes that were pricking at his fingers also seemed to have sprung up here and there.

Gohan thought of all the great ways he could get revenge on Goten as soon as those two weeks expired. Some of them ranged from juvenile such as ants in his porridge to diabolical like poison ivy juice on Goten’s exercise equipment.

“Don’t forget to drink your water!” Goten called through the megaphone he picked up. The distortion of his voice made him even more obnoxious. “You should know, we don’t want you to end dehydrated”

“I know, I know,” mumbled Gohan, grabbing the bottle he had set down on the fence.

Frowning, Gohan swept up the water bottle and unscrewed the cap. He sipped a bit, tasting a trace of sulfur and metallic tang. Making a face he fought the urge to spit it out.

“Château Gohan, perfect to reinvigorate the body. I wouldn’t waste that one if I were you, that’s the only one you get for free’ Goten reminded him.

“Any more you’ll have to pay 1000 Zennis for. Speaking of valuable drink... I’ll make sure to give you as a goodbye gift a couple cases of Château Gohan. You can keep them in your wine cellar with the fine wine cases Trunks bought while bringing you here,” Goten teased, scrolling down to the pictures of Trunks waving to the camera.

The entire blog was filled with the picture diary of Trunks’ scenic drive, one that Gohan had the pleasure or displeasure of experiencing only through the random sounds of a trunk and the lavender haired demi-Saiyan’s cheerful narrative.

Gohan stopped after tossing a jagged rock just short of the collection bin. Was Goten reading what he thought he was? That tablet he consulted and the chuckle on his lips gave a good indication. Pangs of regrets for not seeing such sights were twisting his stomach, already unsettled by the Château Gohan he just sipped.

A ladybug landed on Goten’s outstretched finger as he called out, “Put that rock where it belongs!”

“Yes sir,” Gohan answered, forcing down the resentment now bubbling through his gut with the sulfur and zinc laden water.

Goten heard the rumbling of Gohan’s stomach and chuckled to himself. He fanned himself with one hand and said, “you know what would be perfect for this hot weather?”

“What, sir?” Gohan asked.

“Waffles and ice cream. What I wouldn’t give for one of those right now. Soothing cold cream sliding on your tongue, melting just a bit, mingling with the taste of the waffles. Mm mm mmm,” Goten hummed, giving a chef’s kiss at the end.

To this Gohan groaned, remembering the smell from the trunk of the car, and thinking of just what he had missed. Instead of waffles and ice cream he had an empty hole in his stomach. That was only filled with water tasting of rotten eggs, and in turn he thought of eggs-in-a-hole, a delicious breakfast. Goten’s loud lip smacking started to drive him nuts as he continued digging rocks out of rocky soil. Eventually he turned over the word so many times in his head it sounded nonsensical.

***

Hours later, he finally wiped the majority of sweat from his face, and looked to see his shadow had lengthened, as had the shadow of Goten’s lawn chair and parasol. Aches and pains started to blossom in his shoulders and lower back.

“Well you didn’t block my sun, so that’s a bonus,” Goten chuckled, sitting up and swinging his feet over the side of the lawn chair. His toes touched the ground and he heaved himself up. Reaching for the sky he stood on his toes and stretched, yawning dramatically.

“That was a nice relaxing afternoon, wasn’t it?” Goten called to Gohan, who still wiped at his forehead with the back of his hand. His drops of sweat fell into the soil producing wet marks. Huge piles of rocks and stone and an empty field met his master’s eyes. An equally empty water bottle of what was once Chateau Gohan was now clutched in his hand.

“Now after a hard day’s work, it’s time for a gourmet meal,” said Goten, motioning for the other to follow him. “Come right this way now!!!”

Stomach rumbling desperately, Gohan eagerly marched after his brother turned master. They reached the porch of a capsule house near the stable that had seen better days. Slowly the sun was sinking behind mountains granting a pinkish blue hue to the western edge of the sky.

“You have ten minutes to freshen up whilst I prepare the meal,” said Goten as he led Gohan towards a well with a rusted pulley and partly broken protective roof. Moss and vines grew on the outside, and the side was partly chipped. He saw two buckets sitting there ready, and some soap sitting on the grass.

Grumbling, Gohan grabbed one bucket and tossed it down. To his relief he heard a splash, and turned to crank the ancient pulley. It stuck often despite his steady cranks, and he was sure half the time was burned away getting the bucket up and to the surface. He tossed the cold water on his face and lathered his hands with soap. The suds dripped down into the grass nearby as he cleansed his body as quickly as he could.

“Time’s up,” Goten announced, suddenly appearing behind him again.
The audible growling of Gohan’s stomach cut through the silence. Goten led him to the place he had prepared. Instead of a table set for two laden with food on silver plates, he saw the exact opposite.

A table consisting of parallel planks warped by years, no centuries of weathering sat before him. There were a few plates covered in silver cloches, along with a rough wooden stool. Moss grew on some of the rough-hewn planks, conspicuously over the bench part that looked as if it had been a state-of-the-art picnic table one hundred fifty years in the past. A bottle of Chateau Gohan sat ready.

“But before you feast, you must first say grace for the wonderful meal I prepared for you, and kneel as you do so,” Goten instructed, holding out an index card for him to read.

Gohan blinked a few times as he looked at the card, more interrobangs forming in his mind at the bizarre nature of what he was looking at. As he tried to wrap his mind around it, his stomach gurgled again, urgent for nourishment.

Scrawled in a fancy calligraphy, Gohan slowly read out, “Master Goten thank you for this sustenance. I, your lowly worm am going to humbly consume this delicious food, that you have prepared for my physical nourishment. May your infinite kindness be praised for I am clearly unworthy to even gather up the crumbs that may fall under the table. Be forever praised for your clever and tireless contribution to my much needed spiritual enhancement.”

“Now, kiss the sole of my boots to show how you meant each word you said!” Goten sneered “And you’d better memorize your appreciative speech”.

Gohan gingerly tilted his head as Goten raised his foot so the sole angled over his face. He pressed a kiss to that boot, then the second one that Goten lifted dangerously close to him. As soon as Gohan’s lips connected with the sole, the flat surface abruptly pressed into his face and catapulted him backwards on his ass like he was dirt on the ground.

Goten glanced down at Gohan sprawled out with his hands behind him and knees turned to the side. That look of shock on his older brother's face was something that delighted the younger Son brother, evident from the twinkle in his dark eyes.

Mouth wide open still, Gohan stammered, “Why did you do that, sir?”

The corner of his lip twisted into a crooked smile as Goten folded his arms over his chest, nodding as he said, “Simply because I can and it’s fun.”

With a boot print in his face, Gohan considered various scenarios for payback while he sulked on the ground. He found no words to utter at that moment. He couldn’t help but notice how easily Goten assumed his new position of dominance over him, as if it had always been the true nature of their relationship.

Gohan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and he silently walked over to the picnic table. He instantly felt a few rough wood fibers pricking at his skin as he sat on the dented bench. Goten held up a plastic bib to tie around his neck. Humiliation nagged at Gohan, who asked, “Is this necessary sir?”

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion, dear brother,” retorted Goten as he tied it around his brother’s neck.

Wrinkling his brow, Gohan spotted a pink and black plate bearing a picture of a fashionable girl in pink walking her poodle in front of the Eiffel Tower on his bib. A sudden flash made him glance up to see Goten’s face obscured by his cell phone with the lense of the camera pointed at him.

“To mark this occasion, dear brother,” Goten sneered. Gohan swallowed hard at this, biting back his urge to protest.

Gohan wrinkled his nose at the butterfly mocking him on the paper napkin neatly folded and placed to the side of the plate. Lifting the plastic cup he saw the glitter on the unicorn’s horn and ears shining in the light of the solitary birthday candle. If he was honest, Gohan had half expected to be dressed in frilly lace and an apron with ribbons. Instantly his mind flashed back to the bunny ears and powder puff tail of a picture taken not long ago. But this was even more of an affront to his masculinity then that had been…

Glancing further down the table he saw a bouquet of ribbon flowers in orange, pastel pink and orange shoved into a cheap plastic vase filled with glitter. The entire ambiance was a mockery of the finery of the restaurant before this. Once he had taken the scene in, he saw Goten remove the cloche and proudly announced, “Tonight it’s Consommé de princes des forêts, followed by a Farandole de légumes and its pièce du Boucher. And to conclude our gastronomic meal you’ll have our Surprise du verger” .

“Damn,” he mumbled under his breath then he noticed Goten was filling the plate with boiled vegetables, and a hard chunk of beef. In a plastic pink bowl was mushroom soup that was reconstituted from a packaged powder, which was probably salty as hell. His lips curled as his nose almost turned up from the sight of it.

Taking out his phone, Goten then hit the timer ap, as he said, “By the way you only have ten minutes to eat…”

Gohan drew in his breath. In another tiny bowl was a few pieces of bruised apple slices. A plastic cup sat near the presumed dessert, with a cute cartoon unicorn face decorating it was filled presumably with Chateau Gohan. He picked up a pink plastic fork with a metallic finish in his hand, stirring tentatively at the odd food offered to him. In his other hand he grabbed a similar knife also in shiny metallic toned plastic that matched the fork perfectly.

Goten lifted a spoon full of the soup to his lips, and tasted the soggy excuse for a mushroom that fell apart in his mouth, followed by a sulfurous aftertaste.

“Six minutes,” his taskmaster stated, eyes flicking between Gohan and his phone’s timer.

On another plate was a piece of bright orange cheese that had seen better days, which Gohan prodded with a finger. Picking it up he bit into it and found its texture was too soft, yielding a processed flavor typical of American cheese products. He wolfed it down all the same.

“Four minutes, thirty seconds…” came Goten’s voice.

He stabbed the beef with his fork and sawed at the piece of meat with the knife. Cutting off a chunk he lifted it to his mouth and bit down. Its consistency felt like chewing boot leather, but he swallowed half chewed pieces down so quickly he was sure his throat was aching.

“Two minutes,” said Goten, tapping the phone. “Hurry hurry…”

Now Gohan gloomily poked the fruit with his fork and lifted a bite to his lips to try. It smelled all right, but when biting into it he tasted mushy pulp. He shoved it down in only a few bites.

“Better hurry up and eat. Only one minute and thirty seconds left. Time’s wasting, dear brother,” Goten snickered, watching his every move as Gohan disdainfully ate every bite.

Gohan finished his lukewarm cup of Chateau Gohan. Goten walked over, holding a plastic carafe, magenta colored with a little girl carved into it. He poured more of the drink into the unicorn cup.

“All the comforts provided for your vacation. We spared no expense so you can enjoy the French ambiance for your dining experience,” Goten drawled, as he finished pouring the lukewarm beverage that reminded Gohan of the temperature of piss. “Thirty seconds…”

Gohan chugged the water down quickly. Suddenly he coughed and slammed his hand into his chest as he felt himself choke a bit as he realized what had gone down the wrong pipe. Goten watched, chuckling at this while the elder demi saiyan hacked and gasped.

“How was your gastronomic dinner, dear brother? Did it agree with your gourmet’s palate?” he asked, watching Gohan grab at his throat and double over, gasping.

“You definitely outdid yourself, Thank you sir,” said Gohan matter of factly, trying his hardest to conceal every ounce of irony.

“Well I’ve got an even nicer dinner planned for you for tomorrow night, with input from Trunks. In fact we planned it together, so I’m sure you’ll be blown away by it,” said Goten, glancing at his nails instead of his brother as if they were more significant to regard than he.

“Toss those dishes in the bin, and follow me, I’ve something important for you to do,” Goten said, tapping his foot.

He quickly followed the younger towards a small opening in the ground. It was covered by a metal manhole he kicked aside. After climbing down a ladder, Goten led the way to a dark cavern. He had a candle in his hand as he beckoned Gohan to a small room behind a steel door. The older demi-Saiyan shivered in the unnaturally chilly air. Only a single light bulb hung from the ceiling. Attached to the socket was a timer, showing a small placard with dollar values for each second over 45 minutes.

Sweeping the area with one arm, Goten gave a grin to the other black haired demi Saiyan who knelt while pushing himself up with both palms on cold stone. He announced, “Welcome to your honeymoon suite.”

“My what?” Gohan asked with a rising note in his voice. “Sir?”

“You’re about to meet your new bride-to-be for the duration of your enchanted vacation here. Isn’t this a cozy place for spending a night in happily wedded bliss?”

Gohan’s eyes scanned the contents of the room suspiciously. Bare floor, air conditioning unit with controls that were unable to be set, and a silver-plated bucket engraved with his name in one corner.

Pulling up a wooden chair Goten sat down and said “As you can see we have the best commodities money can buy, even your own private latrines” pointing out at the bucket.

“Before meeting your bride we need you to be more presentable. Strip now,” Goten said, snapping his fingers in the manner that an irritated soccer mom would, to summon an employee to tend to her darling bratty angel’s whims.

“Yes… Sir,” Gohan replied, pinned yet again under that gaze that scrutinized every square inch of his visible skin. He shifted his hips, shimmying a bit. For some reason peeling off the itchy burlap shorts became more menacing due to the coldness of the floor and the pool of light cast by the solitary bare light bulb.

“Now let’s make you all dashing and sexy,” said Goten as he inserted a wooden stick into a wax heater.

“What does waxing have to do with all this; and where are you planning to wax me?” Gohan asked, suddenly worried.

“You can’t expect your wife to properly embrace you if your balls and cock are covered in hair can you, slave?” Goten snickered. “Now lie down with your legs parted for me. Just like when you’re going to take it up the ass for Trunks like the slut we both know you are…”

A hot flush surged over Gohan’s cheeks, warm in contrast to the chilled air and the bright eager gleam in his master’s dark eyes. Twirling the stick Goten lumped a large dollop of it before moving it over to where Gohan’s ball sack was revealed. Gohan gasped at the dripping hot wax pouring like syrup onto his wrinkled scrotum. The intense contrast in warmth drew blood to them so their hue matched his cheeks.

“Gh… that’s hot sir,” whispered Gohan.

“Oh, thanks for reminding me, it needs to be able to spread better,” said Goten as he held Gohan’s ball sack and slicked a layer of wax all over the hair. Stinging and tingling Gohan’s balls seemed to glow with the heat infused by the viscous liquid.

Cutting a piece of fabric, Goten then pressed it down over the first patch of hair. “Okay, let’s get RID of this unsightly hair… now!”

“YEEOOOwwwCH!”

The cavern echoed with the shout of Gohan as it seemed his skin was ripped, but in reality, the hundreds of tiny hairs clung to the back of the cloth were the only casualty.

“We’re going to have to do this a few times to get your forest tamed, slave,” Goten laughed, applying another cloth before yanking it away.

“Ghhhoooowwwwch! Sir! It hurts like fuck!” Gohan screamed, voice piercing the gloom of the cave.

“Oh, don’t be a cry baby, this is just a bit of wax. If a woman can stand it, surely you can, or are you a sissy boy?’ Goten taunted, waving the cloth impregnated with wax and a thick coating of Gohan’s pubic hairs attached.

Stinging ball sack skin, patch, and a rosy dick later, Gohan was gritting his teeth and struggling not to complain as Goten whistled, “Smooth as a baby’s bottom, and ready for the ceremony.”

“Master Goten, sir, I’m already married to Master Trunks,” Gohan reminded him.

“I’m talking about the new wife, we decided to give you!” said Goten, grabbing the wooden box and flicking the catch. Opening it he shoved it in front of Gohan.

Gohan’s eyes grew to the size of saucers at the spiral of metal, nubbed with small spiky protrusions on the inside. The chastity belt was merely half the size of his own erect dick in length and circumference.

He swallowed and coughed, “This is… sir…”

Laughing at his reaction Goten announced, “Here she is… meet your blushing bride, Virtue Kali’s Teeth…”

Immediately Gohan sat up, covering his newly waxed junk from the glare of his younger brother turned master. He whispered, “You’re serious sir? That’s…”

“Virtue is just dying to meet you,” Goten continued as he rested the box right next to his brother turned slave. Hearing these words Gohan eyed the cylindrical spiral gleaming in the light of the single bulb, dick twitching though his heart pounded in terrified arousal.

Goten reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He cleared his throat as he scrolled to something. Then he drawled, “We are gathered here to celebrate the joining of Virtue and Gohan in the celebration of marriage. These two will live close as two beings can be.”

For some reason Gohan imagined hundreds of question marks and exclamation points running through his head. He was sure if this scene were portrayed in a comic strip, hundreds of interrobangs would be flying around him at this time along with sweat drops. In reality, his balls throbbed at the same time his skin prickled with goose pimples. Though his mouth dropped open his tongue felt too dry to form any words.

He was nudged into kneeling by the tip of a black boot in his sides. Gulping, Gohan reluctantly positioned himself next to the box that held Virtue. Setting down a small speaker nearby, Goten positioned an mp3 player into it and played the traditional wedding march. Gohan cut back any remarks when he saw Goten pulling out a handful of ice cubes. He let out a yelp as one of them was dropped in his lap.
Goten grabbed the end of Gohan’s dick, rubbing the ice cube down its length as he said solemnly, “With love and commitment, they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife."

“Eeep!” Gohan yelped out, his dick twinging with shivering cold. He could feel the blood starting to rush out of the one reddening prick.

“Do you Gohan, promise from this day until your last you will love Virtue and care for her?” Goten queried, seizing another ice cube to join the first along Gohan’s now shrinking Saiyan hood.

“I… YEeeww… eeek… brrr…” was all Gohan could answer, shivering all over his body, the shock for his once proud dick starting to go as limp as a small sardine.

Reaching out, Goten seized his elder brother’s balls in his fingers and poked with his nails, asking, “Will you, yes or no?”

Voice up an octave Gohan yelped, “Yes, I… do…”

Nodding Goten continued, “And you, Virtue will celebrate Gohan as your closest friend, your other half… the one you will lock down forever…”

More relentless strokes with ice cubes banished even more blood, numbing Gohan’s below the belt sensation to almost zero. He could only get out a sound of teeth chattering.

“The sacrament of marriage bonds two individuals in a bond for life till death do both you part,” Goten yanked Gohan’s chin down and said, “Take a look at the sentiments written into her soul.”

Through blinking eyes Gohan beheld the following words emblazoned on the belt, “With love from Goten.”

“S… sir… Virtue is from… y… you?” he stammered out.

“You think she’s quite beautiful, don’t you? I’m sure you’ll be VERY happy together, slave,” Goten purred, removing the belt from the box. He slipped the coil of metal down onto the limp dick, before wrapping the belt around Gohan’s body.

“I now hereby declare you husband and wife. You can entrap your groom. Ladies and gentlemen, I present Mr. Worm and Mrs. Virtue,” Goten pronounced after tightening the belt in place and buckling the entire contraption.

Bright red with embarrassment Gohan suppressed his desire to protest. Goten then pulled out a long paddle which was the width of his hand.

“Be sure to give it a kiss. This is to remind you of who your master is…” said Goten eagerly as he put the paddle in front of Gohan’s lips.

Reluctantly Gohan kissed the smooth flat polished surface. He then warily watched Goten sit down cross legged. “Lay over my lap, slave… you’ve been bad…”

“Yes… sir…” Gohan gasped, throat dry. His bare chest was pressed to his brother’s clothed thighs. He felt his dick twitch but Virtue kept it at bay. He grunted as a sickening smack graced his bottom, and he felt a sting. Once, twice, three times Goten slapped him hard with the paddle. Soon his backside started to feel as inflamed as his face must be right now.

“Ow…” Gohan gasped, feeling movement under his chest. Was his brother starting to harden. It messed with his mind. He hissed deeply through clenched teeth with each crack against his ass.

“Now you know to behave! I’ll spank you if I have to, you wicked disobedient slave! You don’t deserve to sleep on the dirt on which I walk!” Goten shouted.

“Please sir, I’m sorry sir,” Gohan pleaded. His raw plucked ball sac dangled whilst his cock stood straight up in Virtue, and the paddle occasionally collided with the rear of the scrotum. A fiery sensation spread all over his bottom, backs of his thighs and the rest of his ass. Contrasting to the chill of the room it put him between heaven and sheer hell.

Panting he lay on his brother’s lap. Goten then shoved him off and presented the paddle before his lips. He ordered, “Kiss it… and be grateful I gave you a preemptive paddle to remind you of who’s boss.”

“Yes master Goten,” said Gohan obediently, kissing the paddle as if it were Trunks himself.

“Now, sleep. Don’t think about keeping that light on for any longer or else you’ll have to pay for the extra electricity…” Goten ordered as he pushed Gohan to the floor. He yelped as his crimson bottom touched the cold cave floor. Rolling over on his stomach he lay out, writhing for a comfortable position while his ass screamed in tender agony.

“Good night. Enjoy the honeymoon,” Goten purred before closing the door. A camera high up in the corner of the room panned the area, focusing on Gohan’s inflamed ass.

On a screen later in another room, two demi Saiyans watched the recording of the groundbreaking wedding. A set of blue eyes almost watered as someone laughed so hard he could cry. Beer spilled out of the can clutched in one hand.

“Oh my Dende, that is so fucking rich,” Trunks chuckled as he hugged his stomach. His cheeks hurt so much from the laughter that echoed in their control room. He chugged down the rest of it and crushed the can as the black haired demi Saiyan strode in.

Goten laughed as well and commented, “That was indeed a moving ceremony wasn’t it, Trunks?”

Still shaking with mirth, Trunks threw his can into the recycle bin. He asked, “Yes, do you want to watch it?”

"Sure just let me grab a cold beer,” Goten said as he went over to a small mini fridge and opened it up. His shapely ass was visible to Trunks as he rooted through it.

“Grab me another one too, Goten? Then we can toast together,” Trunks called over his shoulder. Retrieving two beers, Goten stood up again and kicked the door shut. He tossed a beer to Trunks and then pulled up a rolling chair next to him.

Both cracked open their beers simultaneously. Holding up the cans they clinked them saying, “Kampai!” before taking a long sip. Then they settled in to watch the rest of the ceremony. Especially the paddling.

“Say,” Trunks asked, sipping on another beer, noticing the condensation on his can.

“What is it?” asked Goten, seeing the intense look in the other’s eyes as he stared at his beverage.

“Where is the temperature control?” Trunks asked, tapping on his beer can.

“Oh, the thermostat?” asked Goten, intrigued, as he pointed to an area on a screen marked, “temperature input.”

“How far can it lower the temperature?” asked Trunks.

“Well it can go down to 5 degrees C,” said Goten.

“Let’s take it down 1 or 2 degrees at a time,” Trunks mused as he set down his beer can and studied the image of Gohan in the screen. “It’s better if he doesn’t realize right away what’s going on…”

Goten watched as Trunks’s fingers hovered over the down arrow on the touch screen. He tapped it slightly so the bar dropped a tick. On the screen Gohan rubbed his hands together, whispering something to himself as he scrunched his arms closer to his body.

“Another degree to make it 2?” Trunks whispered to Goten.

“Go for it,” Goten replied, watching him tap the arrow down again so the temperature bar slid down on the reading. After a minute or two they watched Gohan’s teeth chattering. He shifted his position on the floor, hunkering down to make himself smaller. Both of them watched, grabbing each another beer to crack them open.