Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

Author’s Notes : This story is written in collaboration by a plot from Lord Truhan, and is a work of fiction meant to entertain. Bondage, strap on, toys, orgasm denial, humiliation, spanking

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"Do you have a soft mouth, Prince?" she asked. I knew I was not to speak, and confused by her question, I shook my head gently. All around me the other ponies were busy at some task, but I could not clearly see what they were doing. The Mistress pushed my face into the grass. I saw before me a ripe green apple. "A soft mouth will take that piece of fruit firmly in its teeth and deposit it there in the basket as the other slaves are doing and never leave the slightest teeth marks on it," she said.

As she let my hair go, I picked up the apple and, frantically searching for the basket, trotted forward to put the apple in it. The other slaves worked fast and I rushed to imitate their speed, seeing not only the Mistress's skirts and boots, but also the Master standing not far away from her. I went desperately at my task, finding another apple, and another and another, and becoming anxious and frenzied when I could find no more.

-- Anne Roquelaure "Beauty's Punishment"

Blood rushed in a southern direction as Gohan perused each sentence. Sprawled alone in their king-sized bed after a long day’s work he needed to unwind. The tales of the Prince permeated his brain with the reading of each word. Sneaking his hand downwards to his pants he slowly gave his swelling manhood a tentative teasing stroke through the cloth.

He could taste the tart skin of the apple seized between his teeth at the same time his pants seemed to grow ever tighter over his hardening cock. Just a few strokes between soaking himself and remaining at full attention. How he wished he could peel them off just like divesting the apple of its peel.

“Starting without me?” drawled a familiar voice that sent his blood pumping further. That fear of discovery pricked his cock as well as his hair to full attention. Busted. Hot breath pulsed against his sensitive earlobe.

Glancing up into the eyes of his partner Gohan chuckled. “You caught me.”

“You and your books,” purred Trunks, his azure eyes twinkling with mischief. Something about that look caused invisible shivers to raise goosepimples on his alabaster flesh. Gohan didn’t mind his lover glancing over his shoulder, especially since Trunk’s hand darted down his smooth sweating chest to the place he needed it the most.

“My books are something you complain about when they steal me from you,” Gohan teased. Trunks moved his hand just shy of touching his bulging erection.

“Mind if I lend you a hand?” Trunks cooed while he resumed his touch over Gohan’s navel. His tanned fingers tickled at the trail of black hairs disappearing into the top of Gohan’s pants.

Face feeling the flush of encroaching blood Gohan’s breath fanned Trunks lips after he angled his head up to glance behind him. He whispered, “If you insist…”

Just inside the waistband of Gohan’s pants Trunks slipped his fingers. Gohan arched his back as Trunks’ other hand toyed with undoing the button. He softly ordered, “Sit forwards a bit.”

Gohan inched up a bit so he sat on the edge of the bed. He felt the hot, hard body of his loved one slide down behind his back. Trunks’ hard cock pressed into the crease of his buttocks while Trunks legs formed a V on either side of his thighs.

Laving kisses on his dark-haired lover’s ear, Trunks slid one hand down into Gohan’s pants to cup his lover’s trapped erection. Gohan slid his fingers up and down the fine hairs on Trunks’ forearm. Angling over his shoulder, Gohan merged his lips with Trunks’. With his free hand Trunks unzipped Gohan’s fly agonizingly slow. He didn’t want to catch Gohan’s skin on the teeth of the zipper.

“Commando, Gohan?” chuckled Trunks against his lips.

“One less step for you to take,” purred Gohan.

Trunks freed Gohan’s erection so it stood proudly up in the cool air, pink ad rosy at the tip. Bracing his hands on the bed, Gohan lifted himself up to sit on Trunks’ thighs. Like that apple he read about, Gohan helped Trunks peel off his pants before settling against the other’s bulge.

Between his legs Gohan reached to rub Trunks manhood through the lavender hair’s pants. Just a second later he pulled down Trunks’ fly at the same time Trunks gripped the black haired Saiyan’s hard stiff cock. They lay back in the blankets now, stretching out like two lions in the noonday sun.

Two cocks now brushed against one another. Gohan encircled both with his fingers, well as far as his could reach. Trunks rested his hand on top of his dark-haired lover’s, squeezing and pumping. Slick with sweat their pricks rubbed each other. Hot breath pulsed in their lips, swollen with the constant kisses. Just a little further, Gohan mused, increasing his friction aided by Trunks. Together their sweaty bodies slipped and slapped.

Gohan’s bare ass collided with the cloth of Trunks’ pants. His groin muscles tightened in tandem with the warm knot of pleasure building up below his navel. Trunks bit down on Gohan’s bare neck, milking and pumping their cocks that leaked with precum.

“Gonna cum,” hissed Trunks.

“Me too, baby,” whispered Gohan, eyes hooded.

Both Saiyans grunted with release once they reached their mutual peak. White cum splattered up on Gohan’s bare muscular legs as well as his chest. It left a trail along his marble white pecks and dipped into his belly button.

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Much later Gohan rolled over to regard his sleepy lavender haired lover who lay on his side. Trunks blinked hooded eyes and yawned with satisfaction. The book lay open on Gohan’s pillow, and Trunks nudged his Saiyan lover’s arm. He asked, “Mind if I have a look?”

“Well it’s just one of Anne Roquelaure’s masterpieces, but be my guest,” Gohan offered, picking up the book to pass over to Trunks who settled with his head on Gohan’s shoulder.

Cobalt blue eyes traced over the words, line by line. Amused, Gohan watched the pink stain creep over Trunks’ tanned skin. A minute later Trunks breathed, “So, were you the Prince, or his Mistress?”

A small chuckle escaped Gohan’s lips. He said, “Well I was the Prince, and you were my Mistress.”

Trunks tickled Gohan’s pale chest with his fingertips from the hand not holding the book. Setting it down he cooed, “I could make that little fantasy of yours happen, if you want to?”

Gohan hissed in a labored breath. His once sated and deflated cock began to rise once more. It stirred to attention as the thoughts crossed his mind. He panted, “As a powerful Mistress does for her prince?”

Trunks wrinkled his noose. He snorted, “I’m not wearing a dress, so you’d better change that to powerful master.”

Gohan tapped Trunks’ on the nose with his index finger before kissing him. “Of course, love though you look adorable in a dress… even so we are getting off subject.”

Wheels started to turn in Trunks’ brain, spinning a plan to make Gohan’s fantasy come true. He spent time reading through the book for all the necessary elements. There was both a Master and a Mistress. Yet who could he get for another Master? As Trunks scanned their list of contacts and landed on one. Spotting this name, the wheels spun faster in his mind. Images of sweaty bodies in harnesses as well as dark hair came to mind feverishly quick. To his lips a smile came, to which he murmured, “Perfect. He’ll do nicely”.

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When Trunks approached Goten about partaking in the fantasy for Gohan, the younger Son brother was amused and puzzled at first. Trunks showed him the terms of the roleplay, causing the younger Son to grin ear to ear. Just the thought of bossing the favorite son—the golden boy of the family— around made his skin tingle.

Eagerly he agreed to the rules sent by Trunks, as well as participating in the preparations for the next forty-eight hours. There was much to purchase, so Trunks wrote up a detailed list of all the things they would need. First on the list were the appropriate costumes and sex toys, so they climbed into Trunks’ car and hurried over to the sex boutique together.

Soon they were involved in shopping. At sight of Trunks Briefs, president of Capsule the clerks rushed to the requests of the two demi-Saiyans.

Racks of clothing lined the room, each different from the other. From various eras and disciplines of fantasy they ranged from leather and chains to soft silk. At the rear of the store stood the changing booths complete with slatted doors painted a dark purple color. In West City the best place to find your choice of naughty costume was known as the Western Adult’s Paradise Playhouse Boutique. The simple moniker belied the contents inside. Anyone could pick up a custom ivory handled crop, matching bridle, or maid’s costume. Just alongside of the racks of strap ons, butt plugs with tapered fit, and vibrators from petite to grand.

One of the wooden slatted doors swung silently open to reveal its occupant. Long lavender locks framed cobalt eyes, with the rest of his mane gathered at the nape of his neck in a ponytail. It draped over the back of a high collared coat with tails. Jet black, the coat topped off the cream -colored shirt with lavender silk cravat tucked neatly into its collar. Long sexy legs tapered in the trousers that were thrust into the tops of calf length riding boots with a slight heel. Trunks tapped a riding crop against his hand as he turned around in a circle.

“Well, how do I look?” Trunks asked.

Wearing a similar outfit, his companion reached over to pin a tie tack with a diamond sparkler in the center of Trunks’ cravat. Simultaneously Trunks straightened the other’s shirt collar, so the tips rested just under Goten’s chin. Long hair spilled into a spiky parody of how Gohan’s had been years ago. Onyx eyes a--shade darker than Gohan’s ebony--darted up and down Trunks’ costumed body.

“Perfection,” said Goten, smiling.

“You really think so?” Trunks queried, his heart pounding a bit. From the way Goten’s pupils dilated he judged the younger Son brother was likewise aroused.

Not far away a shop attendant stopped to turn his gaze their way. He gave both a thumbs-up before he resumed stocking dildos on a shelf from a cardboard shipping box. Both Saiyans shared a wink then proceeded towards the cashier area.

Reaching into his folded clothes he carried, Trunks consulted a slip of paper. “What do we still need to buy?”

Goten bent over his shoulder, trembling with anticipation. He read off in a hushed tone, “Toys, paddle, and fruit…”

“Well we already have the harness, so let’s check the strap ons before we leave,” Trunks mused, crossing off their outfits with a single strike through.

“Would you like to wear those home, or remove them to pay?” queried the cashier, giving them a quick glance. She didn’t seem phased, yet she had a mild look of appreciation. Two handsome men in period gear were tame compared to the last couple who had walked out wearing rubber and spikes with face masks.

“We’ll wear them out,” Trunks said, raising his arm to show the price tags. Reaching over the desk with her flashing scanner, the clerk ran the red light over each barcode. Goten stood as still as possible while she zapped the price tags on his outfit. Their clothes were packed into paper bags without any logo.

“Nobody knows what we just bought if they saw the bag. Cool,” Goten observed, watching Trunks fork over his Capsule Corps Diamond credit card.

“And discrete,” Trunks added, swiping his card through the reader, guided by the blue arrows.

Goten turned around, arms folded over his chest as he added, “Uh huh.”

“Take a look at the toys over there, will you?” Trunks said, resisting the urge to swat the other on the behind. No, there was time for that later. Besides, they would be spanking someone else since they were both Masters.

Trunks watched the tailcoat swish over Goten’s pert ass. Perfect how the cloth of the trousers fit tightly and snugly. Gohan’s younger brother cleaned up nicely. Plus, the way he picked up a translucent dildo—eight inches in length-- crafted from blue glass--caused Trunks’ heart to flutter a bit more. He set that one down to pick up a jumbo sized in sparkly purple rubber encasing plastic—fourteen inches—to peruse.

“How big, Trunks?” Goten asked, dangling the fourteen-incher in front of Trunks’ eyes.

“How about this one,” the lavender haired Saiyan suggested. Reaching down Trunks scooped up a two-footer crafted from white polymer, with twenty-four vibration settings and a remote control. The girth alone equaled the circumference of Goten’s upper arm, causing the younger Son to gasp at it with wide eyes.

“Dende!” he whistled. His hand extended to grab onto something thick and solid nearby. Which just happened to be a smooth black dildo his fingers barely circled. He hissed in a breath as he held it up, noting the size was almost the girth of his lower leg.

“Perfect size. Let’s get them all,” Trunks whispered.

“I’m sure as hell glad that’s not gonna be shoved up my ass,” Goten commented.

However, the thought made his anus clench as he placed the toy in the basket along with the others. His eyes drifted to the mask section, where he admired the smooth surface of a sphere with two straps. Seizing it he brandished it in front of Trunks, saying, “Ooh let’s get this! He talks too much sometimes!”

“That’s another good choice, Goten,” Trunks said as he admired the ball gag and added it to their basket.

“Are you sure Gohan won’t mind?” Goten asked.

“He will be so busy entranced by our orders he won’t mind it at all,” Trunks whispered back, head angled towards Goten’s.

“I’m looking forward more to Gohan kissing my boots,” Goten snickered, lifting one up.

“You’ll make sure he licks the dust off with his tongue,” Trunks teased, his eyes twinkling again.

Goten shifted the basket in front of his groin to hide his sudden obvious erection. Those pants left nothing to the imagination, Trunks realized with amusement.

As soon as they had finished at the boutique they headed to the market to make the rest of their purchases for Gohan’s fantasy to come true at Capsule Corporation that evening.

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A few hours later, Goten and Trunks put their plan into motion. Both enjoyed setting up the area in the arboretum where the Namekians had temporarily made their home all those years ago before wishing for a new planet. They had worn their costumes and had set something special up on the bed waiting for Gohan when he responded to a text message from Trunks.

It said, “Come to the bedroom for your change of clothes… Prince.”

Gohan would soon be dressed in the new harness that left little to the imagination. The other two demi Saiyans waited for Gohan to arrive at the arboretum as instructed. As soon as they heard his footsteps they exchanged grins. Goten vanished into the place indicated by the other for now.

Within Capsule’s gardens spread a green lawn interspersed with tall trees. Beneath their branches in the shade of a taller one was set a chair and other items. Apples nested in the grass, some a fresh green, others red, and some a swirl of red and gold together. A small breeze wafted through the air, carrying the smell of grass, ripe apples, and the scent of arousal. On a carved spindle chair with velvet cushion sat Trunks, legs folded. He picked up a small bell with a long wooden handle. The gold toned metal tinkled elegantly with a small swing of his wrist.

Clad only with a leash that attached to a collar around his neck Gohan came out into the clearing where the lavender haired master sat. His Master lowered the leg he had crossed, so he sat with both feet touching the soft green grass. Between Gohan’s toes the blades were cool with the encroaching evening. Next to Trunks’ elegant chair sat a wicker basket with handle.

Trunks’ Adam’s Apple bobbed just above his cravat before he requested, “Come here Prince, and sit on my lap.”

The backs of Gohan’s thighs tingled in anticipation of rubbing against the rich fabric that stretched over his lavender-haired Master’s muscular legs. Setting down the bell, Master Trunks patted his lap, and nodded. Anticipation of sitting on his master’s lap drove Gohan to quickly pad through the grass with bare feet and lower himself to sit on the lavender-haired Saiyan’s thighs.

“Indeed, you look exquisite, slave,” Trunks purred into his ear as Gohan shifted on the hard muscles that tensed under his. Slender fingers combed through his short hair and stroked his scalp. Then Trunks adjusted the collar around Gohan’s neck, giving it a tug that jingled the tags.

“Master, it pleases me to be your pony,” Gohan whispered, tossing his head as his skin tingled. Around his neck the collar and its metal ring that hooked it together with the leash were still cool, his flesh not having warmed it up.

“It’s time for your evening activities, Prince,” Trunks cooed.

Again, he heard the tinkle of the gold bell that prompted him to raise his head, cock it in the direction of his Master, and drink in the vision before him. Trunks then said, “Here is your other master, whose commands you must obey without question.”

At sight of Goten wearing the elegant clothes Gohan felt the telltale twitching in his nether regions. In one hand Goten brandished a smooth paddle made of firm wood, sanded to a shiny finish. It was approximately two feet long with red tassels wrapped around its handle that hung down. His other hand was hidden in the pocket of his long-tailed topcoat.

“Master…” Gohan whispered through a now dry throat.

“Kneel my Prince,” said Goten, as he strode up, waving the paddle.

“There are two of us to command you, just like in those books of yours, Prince,” chuckled Trunks, petting Gohan’s hair.

Gohan at first lifted an eyebrow but tensed at the identical command from his lavender haired master, “Off you get, Prince.”

“Off Master Trunks’ lap, Prince. Kneel on your hands and knees before me!” Goten barked.

Something about the steely commanding tone in Goten’s voice stirred his blood, compelling him to leave the soft lap of his lavender haired master and slid to the lawn once more. Goten’s shadow fell across them both as Gohan turned towards his second master on hands and knees. Against his ass he felt the solid side of the paddle at the same time he heard the slap of it echo throughout the garden. The slight sting drove away his breath and pumped his heart.

“Yes, Master Goten?” asked Gohan, his breath catching in his throat. The sight of both Trunks and Goten in their outfits were lifted from the pages of the novel from last night’s tryst. Down to the boots and elegant tails. His anus almost pouted at the striking duo before him now.

“Kiss my boots,” Goten commanded, using the paddle to point to his footwear. Flicks of mown grass clung to Goten’s toes right in front of Gohan’s nose once he felt his ebony haired Master shove his face into the lawn. He lifted his face sufficiently to kiss both toes, tasting leather and the sharp tang of the mown grass, exotic and distinct.

“Slave, we have a task for you,” Trunks smooth voice crooned from nearby. Gohan cocked up his head like an obedient dog to listen.

“What is it Master Trunks?” he asked. From the pocket of his coat Goten extracted a cock ring and dangled it in front of Gohan’s face.

“We will put this on you first, so stay still, little pony slave,” Trunks informed him as Goten moved to slip the ring over Gohan’s raging hardon. Whatever blood had engorged his stiff prick was trapped, and the balls were hooked into place with the remainder of the device.

“Yes Master,” Gohan whispered, looking up at Trunks.

“Now you will pick up these apples with that soft mouth of yours. I’d like some apple pie,” Trunks chuckled, nodding towards Goten.

“Very good. Now towards the apples, quickly!” Goten called out. Another series of slaps whacked and cracked against Gohan’s bare ass. To direct him to the left Goten hit his left ass cheek, and to the right, he smacked Gohan’s right ass cheek. The smooth paddle prodded and proceeded each direction change with the crack echoing throughout the garden.

A numb hotness arose on Gohan’s ass from the series of strokes with the paddle. Already it felt warm in contrast to the cool air wafting around his body. The smell of his sweat started to permeate the air, mingling with the tang of cool grass in front of him. Before the first apple he stopped, ass stinging and opened his mouth. Over the curved apple he arched his head, lowering it till his tongue touched a smooth cool cheek. It tasted of earth and the slight bitterness of the skin before he set his teeth with sufficient tension to prevent them from penetrating the apple’s flesh. Tart apple skin rubbed his tongue as he lifted his head with the apple in his mouth.

Nice sounds echoed at the contact of the paddle against his bare behind, directing Gohan back towards the basket. He lowered the first apple into the waiting basket, not wanting to bruise it by accidentally dropping it. Trunks nodded towards Master Goten, who again spanked him with a delicious whack of the rigid, even paddle on his smarting ass. Gohan revolved swiftly, moving towards another apple.

Another crack compelled him towards a green one. His fingers felt moist from crawling in the grass which tickled and itched his bare knees. Just like before he lowered his head to delicately clench his teeth against the skin of the fruit, picking it up gingerly. Some of the wet blades of grass laved his tongue that brushed over the slightly rough surface of the apple. Though the crack of the paddle almost made him drop it, he held the apple proudly in his jaw with the delicacy of a Labrador Retriever.

One by one he collected the apples, his jaw muscles and neck aching from the fine control of the delicate soft mouth. The satisfying thump of each apple filling the basket spurred him on, imagining the touch of Trunks’ hand on the same place where he had placed his mouth to carry each fruit painstakingly. During one bob of his head upward he spotted Trunks fingers reaching into the basket for one of the apples he had just deposited.

Hoisting it to his face Trunks inhaled deeply at the sheen of Gohan’s saliva still clinging to the apple. He opened his mouth, extending his tongue to lick the spittle off before setting his white teeth to penetrate the skin. Tart juice merged with the taste of Gohan’s mouth transferred to Trunks’ sensitive palate.

“It smells and tastes of you, slave,” Trunks purred, chewing each bite as he savored it.

Gohan’s mouth watered at those words, slipping over the apple he presently picked up in his mouth. From the searing on his bare ass he wondered if the skin was now as red as some of the apples he had picked up that mingled with green ones in the basket he set the apple into just now. Both Goten and Trunks saw the smooth curves of Gohan’s buttocks now bore a rubicund tinge from the repeated paddle strokes. Not only that but it was moist and dewy with sweat in the manner of the apples Gohan had licked with his tongue and saliva.

The basket was now full. Gohan’s neck ached as he set one last apple on top and heard a last crack from the paddle. To his relief and disappointment, he heard Goten announce, “Enough.”

“Your ass is a beautiful shade of rose red, slave,” Trunks said with an appreciative lick of his lips. “I think you’ve been too hard on the poor paddle. What do you think, Master Goten?”

“Master Trunks, I believe he should kiss the poor paddle to make it better,” giggled Goten, lowering it to the level of Gohan’s lips.

The dark-haired elder Son leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to the paddle’s now hot surface. It indeed was heated from the friction of repeated wallops. Warm like the flesh of his master’s faces that glowed with admiration for what he had done. All too soon it vanished from his front end only to collide mightily with the loudest of clouts to his rear. He hissed through his teeth at the abuse, shivering inside happily with the pain that merged to pleasure. Another time the paddle returned to the height of his mouth, he kissed it once more.

“Now, since you were hard to the paddle, we have a suitable punishment for you, slave,” Trunks declared, rising from his velvet cushion as he picked up the basket of apples.

“Master, what do you have in store for me?” Gohan asked, his cock constricted further by the ring that felt even tighter since it held the blood in place. It bounced defiantly.

“On your hands and knees, you will follow Master Trunks as I admire your shiny red ass, which will light the way,” Goten snickered, standing directly behind him.

“Yes Masters,” Gohan panted, his head spinning with anticipation of what they had in store. On all fours he scuttled after his lavender haired master who headed in the direction of the arboretum’s exit.

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From the garden through the house Gohan trotted like a good little pony, his roseate backside held high in the air. If he had a tail it would be swishing proudly. Trading grass for hardwood floors and carpets his hands and knees were chafed. Once inside a special room he felt the tug on his collar to stop him.

Assembled around them was a large bed, tables of various heights, a set of stocks, and a contraption like a sling that hung from the ceiling. Smooth hard floor and soft carpets decorated the floor. Racks held dildoes of assorted colors and sizes. A prod from the paddle directed him to kneel on table that was knee high to Goten and Trunks. Its varnished surface was also hard, but the cool wood felt good on Gohan’s knees and hands bearing slight abrasions with rug burn bruises. Although his prick strained against the cock ring, the sizzling backside steadied his sexual urges to a low thrum of pleasure throughout his aroused body.

“Now, to get you ready for your punishment, slave,” Trunks purred, removing his jacket and vest that he hung on a hat stand. Both his masters removed their clothes to reveal their sculpted chests beneath the elaborate costumes. What a feast presented itself before them now, his glorious derriere the hue of scarlet, his alabaster body and flanks heaving and glistening with sweat. Musk rose off Gohan in waves that flared both their nostrils. That smell of arousal caused them to feel their pants tighten precariously.

Beneath his shirt Goten revealed a leather harness with straps that crossed his back and a loop that fitted between his legs that held his dick. He sighed in relief once he had peeled off his pants. Across from him Trunks shimmied out of his trousers like a snake shedding skin. Playfully they shook their cocks and waggled them in exaggerated bliss.

Positioned in front of their pony, Trunks reached for one of the dildos, then brandished it before Gohan whose eyes widened considerably. Was that rod supposed to breach him? Not surprised, but pleased at the twitching of his lavender haired master’s cock, Gohan secretly smiled. From behind he sensed Goten before he felt his dark-haired master smearing cool gel across his glowing backside. Strong fingers prodded his pouting asshole with the same substance, causing Gohan to hiss and moan with the soothing presence.

Two fingers breached him, eliciting a groan from Gohan who waved his ass obediently like a pony in heat. Lubricant slicked through to his passage aided by a second finger, then a third. All along in Gohan’s line of vision Trunks licked along a dildo, sliding it through his thumb and forefinger. At the same time Gohan’s anus clenched he licked his lips. That smooth thing would soon be penetrating him by the look of it.

He chuckled, “Poor slave. Your mouth is watering. Let’s give it something to do, hmm?”

Reaching over he rolled a set of stocks before the table. With a slap of the paddle Goten directed Gohan towards them, and fitted Gohan’s arms into the top holes while Gohan bent over and rested his waist in the other. Since the stocks were padded they fitted comfortably when locked, not chafing his bare flesh.

Now Trunks’ cock stood at full mast as an obedient sizable soldier. Close to Gohan’s lips he bobbed his prick, tapping it on Gohan’s parted lips. Like a trigger Gohan’s jaw dropped, admitting the stiff rod that thrust suddenly over his tongue. Thank Dende he could now feel the pulsing veins and suckle the familiar cock with its slightly bitter salty taste of precum. Through his nose he breathed, letting the tip dive into his throat without choking.

Four of Goten’s fingers worked his anus open with cooling tingles countering the volcanic heat of his rosy ass cheeks. Trunks closed his eyes at the moist cavern wrapping his cock and milking at it as he thrust his hips forward. His balls tightened slightly, readying themselves as the knot of pleasure build up under his navel. With Gohan’s nose buried in his nether patch of lavender hair Trunks let a groan escape.

“Very good Slave…” Trunks drawled.

Goten felt his own prick bounce and bob, now tumescent and leaking at the tip. He stroked it with one hand while pushing his entire hand into Gohan’s widening asshole. For now, he pushed the fabric of his thong overtop the cock, wiling it to wait a while. Taking one of the smaller dildoes, he slicked it in more of the aloe lube, then pushed the tip into the dark-haired slave sucking off the lavender-haired Saiyan. At the same time the dark-haired master wrapped his free hand around Gohan’s suffering prick that was almost the hue of Gohan’s ass cheeks.

Gohan gurgled around Trunks cock once he was impaled by the smallest of the strap ons. While it was slightly larger than it looked, it buzzled slightly from the flip of a switch. Small beads rattled around its base that teased his expanding anus. Pushing it forwards, Goten fisted Gohan’s straining cock. Simultaneously Gohan throated Trunk’s cock as the lavender haired Saiyan thrust into Gohan’s willing cavern.

Forward and back, they moved till Goten’s dick ached for its own attention. Just short of cumming Trunks hissed, “Enough. Is his ass open, Master Goten?”

“It is, Master Trunks… ready for your toy.”

“Then let’s continue the next phase of your punishment, slave,” Trunks called out to Gohan.

A few smacks of the paddle and tugs on his neck compelled Gohan to reluctantly release Trunks cock. Backing away Trunks reached for a harness and fastened it around his narrow hips. He hooked the largest dildo, slightly lavender with nubs on its length, to the front and turned to Gohan.

“Shall we switch places, Master Goten?” Trunks cooed, to which Goten nodded. Now he could slide back the fabric imprisoning his cock to push it out while the base was nestled into the thong material. Both masters released Gohan from the stocks. Readying his paddle, Goten sashayed in front of Gohan, and paddled his slave’s backside towards the table once more.

Once in place Gohan gripped the edge of the table with his fingers, opened his mouth, and admitted the tip of Goten’s cock past his lips. The flavor of Goten’s precum was slightly different, but still salty and sour to his liking. Along the bottom vein Gohan traced his tongue.

Trunks slicked his tool of choice with more of the cooling blue lube from the glass bottle sitting on the corner of the table. He touched the tip to the loosened ring of Gohan’s entrance, licking his lips. Seizing Gohan’s hips the lavender haired Saiyan lined up his strap on, and pushed into the slick passage. Gohan let out a cry the second before Goten shoved his prick past Gohan’s opened mouth. Thrusts and slaps of flesh filled the room with their impassioned grunts. The music of the trio undergirded the evolving pall of mingled sex that permeate the air. Thickly the smell of their efforts twitched their noses with its heady aroma.

Those nubs rubbed the special spots deep within Gohan’s passage, while Goten saw spots and stars over his vision. Gohan ceased to see clearly, his vision almost white with the immense stimulation. Nearly split open sensation-wise the massive tool burrowing into his core mercilessly pistoned in and out. Trunks rocked his hips, grunting at the sight of Gohan’s glistering sweat streaked body.

From the pit of his stomach Goten’s orgasm shuddered over his frame, causing his groin to tighten. His milky cum splattered over Gohan’s face as he seized his older brother’s hair with his fingers and gripped the paddle. Trunks fingers dug into Gohan’s hips allowing him to strike the area in Gohan’s channel that flushed his face to the identical shade of his ass and dick. Eyes closed, Gohan whimpered at his stiffness that was harder than anything in his life.

*******

A haze of arousal threatened Gohan’s long held orgasm. He could thank the paddle strokes on his ass staving off his release in concert with the trusty cock ring. It would not do to cum prematurely for his masters whose pleasure ranked above his own. Instead he focused on how debauched Trunks and Goten looked while Goten’s cum dried on his face. He licked some of the savory white fluid happily. For only an instant could he pay it attention thanks to the nubbed, two-foot strap on ploughing into his now widened asshole. Was it now the diameter of Trunks’ arm? He had never felt so filled before or so sure that he would be unable to sit for a month?

“Look at how eagerly you’re swallowing my tool like a slut, slave,” Trunks gasped, sweat dripping off his tanned face now a shade of cerise to match Goten’s visage. Their perspiration mixed with Gohan’s and pooled on the floor.

“Thank you master,” Gohan managed to get out, his throat slicked with cum. He glanced up at Goten whose blown pupils and disheveled appearance secretly pleased him. Pulling out, Trunks exchanged looks with the younger Son brother.

Gohan felt so open and lonely without the dildo in his stretched passage. Bracing his arms on the table he griped it so hard that his knuckles were white. His heart pounded at the same time he wheezed to catch his breath.

“Now, the last stage of your punishment is nigh,” Trunks whispered, nodding towards the huge swing dangling in the middle of the playroom. Gohan eyed it curiously through the crust of cum and sweat coating his countenance. His aching body felt almost spent in the arms of both his masters who scooped him up in their strong arms and bore him towards the contraption.

“You can’t cum yet, not till Master Trunks gives you the all clear…” Goten cautioned, waggling his finger.

Between them they positioned Gohan in the sling, taking care to push a smaller blue dildo into his gaping asshole for comfort. After all their hard work breaching him they didn’t want to deny him the pleasure of being filled. Into his mouth was fitted a ball gag that he saw out of the corner of his eye earlier when they first entered the room.

His arms were positioned up and behind him, so his wrists were bound in back of him. Both legs were spread apart to let his cock dangle free to the air. A bit of precum barely dripped to the floor. Around his chest, upper thighs, and upper arms the cords were doubled. Bent knees were bound in place, so his ankles met in the middle.

Once settled in place Gohan peered at Trunks who leaned forwards and whispered into his ear, “Good night my Prince…”

Gohan’s skin twitched as well as his engorged cock at that notion. He would hang here all night denying his release! His lips puckered at the soft kiss that Trunks bestowed on them. While the lops of cords pulled at his skin a bit they were comfortable and made of the same fibers as other ropes he recalled being used to tie himself up at other role plays. Still his cock almost wept once more despite his dedication to his masters’ wishes.

Against his cheek brushed Trunks’ hot breath. Fingering his warm face Trunks gave him a last smile with eyes closed. Once Trunks and Goten released him he could feel the slight sway of his body like a pendulum from the vibrations of their departing footsteps. Closing his eyes, he relaxed into the motion of the sling and felt sleep claim him.

*******

Nighttime held the obedient slave of two masters as securely as the stock had. Slowly he came to awareness that he was on the verge of waking, yet he felt too comfortable to move. Back and forth he swayed, with the smallest sideway shimmy. The sensation of his hard cock soon alerted his body to the memory of the previous night’s punishment.

Opening his eyes Gohan first beheld a tangle of fibers surrounding his hand. Through it he saw the playroom as it had appeared last night, except for the absence of the two Masters who had strung him in the sling.

Fortunately, he wasn’t alone for long, because he heard footsteps approaching on the polished floor that shone in the morning sunlight. His lavender-haired and dark-haired masters made their way over, Goten holding the paddle, and Trunks slowly unzipping his pants.

“Good morning, Prince,” Trunks crooned, striding over as he pulled his cock out of his pants. Seeing the tanned phallus starting to inflate with blood, Gohan’s own cock twitched in anticipation. The agony of prolonging his ejaculation rushed back into his awareness once more. Sympathetically his anus clenched down upon the dildo spreading him from the night before.

At the same time Goten brandished the paddle, and gave Gohan a dozen cracking swats to distract him from cumming on the spot. Such strokes caused Gohan to swing back and forth again, adding to his deluge of present sensations. His backside stung with the familiar sweet pain streaking across it.

Goten snagged ahold of the ball gag, snatched it out, then asked, “So, shall we let you down or leave you up?”

“I’m comfortable up here, actually,” Gohan rasped out, voice a bit hoarse from screaming or lack of use.

Fingers and thumb squeezing up with each pull on his prick, Trunks panted, “Oh, is that so? Maybe I’ll leave you like that another day while you watch me… doing… this… slave…”

“Naughty, naughty slave, you’re not supposed to enjoy punishment. What a dirty slutty slave,” Goten scolded, slapping his rosy ass-cheeks with loud whacks.

“But if you stay up there you’ll miss succulent apple pie. Come again, we may just sit and eat it here in front of you. Every slice… every morsel,” Trunks drawled, licking his lips as he thumbed the tip of his cock, foreskin drawn back to display the angry crimson glans. A minute later, the lavender haired Saiyan backed towards the bed present in the room, still present in Gohan’s field of view while Goten socked his older sibling with the paddle.

“Master, wait!” Gohan called out, watching Trunks shed his pants.

“What was that, slave?” Trunks called back, positioning himself on his back atop the bed. He spread his legs now so that Gohan could see every inch of him. Including his heavy balls and adorable asshole. Cobalt eyes fluttered shut before Trunks massaged his own balls and dragged his hands up his cock.

Gohan wriggled his wrists and ankles despite his attempts to consciously stop them. Saliva from his mouth dripped down his chest. The droplets rolled from his pectorals to his six pack, then down his cock.

“Master, please… let me down from here,” Gohan called out.

Goten and Trunks winked at one another. The dark-haired master maneuvered one of the tables, so it stood beneath Gohan’s strung up form. First Goten replaced the ball gag into his older brother’s mouth.

“We can’t let you get too loud, now that you had the chance to speak a few words, slave,” he teased. Reaching up Goten carefully undid the ropes binding his ankles first, followed by his chest so Gohan’s feet touched the smooth surface of the table. Lastly, he undid Gohan’s wrists, so the elder son could sit on the table and gather his strength again. A few dozen whacks with the paddle compelled Gohan off the table to his hands and knees once more.

As he did yesterday, the dark haired Saiyan master directed his pony towards the bed where Trunks sprawled out. He propped himself up to a sitting position with a soft pillow, smiling invitingly as the other master popped Gohan on the ass.

“Up you get,” Trunks cooed, patting the bed in front of him.

Gohan’s rough fingers caught on soft cotton sheets with a tremendous threat count. He sprang onto the bed and crawled towards Trunks on his hands and knees. This time Goten had not attached a leash, so he urged their slave along with his trusty corporal tool. Once on the bed Gohan crawled so his hands bracketed the lavender haired Saiyan’s thighs. Trunks slid his hand down Gohan’s nude back, admiring the hue of his countenance and his ass. Face cheeks were a few shades lighter than the ass cheeks, making a cute set. Fondly Goten looked down at the others, paddle at the ready.

Cupping Gohan’s cheeks Trunks compelled his lover into his arms. Gohan rested his weight atop Trunks, his eyes holding a question that the other could tell. Softly Trunks whispered, “It’s your turn to place that stiff prick of yours into my asshole, Prince…”

Around his gag Gohan made a muffled noise that sounded like, “Mmmfpter…”

Sliding hid hands up and down Trunks flesh he raised both his legs up. Between Trunks knees he knelt before pushing them up to touch the lavender-haired master’s chest. The tip of Trunks’ cock brushed Gohan’s six pack before Gohan touched his own glans to Trunks’ puckered hole. Already there was a slick substance present.

Reaching between his legs Goten removed the cock ring from Gohan’s shaft.

Gohan’s eyes softened in tribute to the one who had provided him a delicious fantasy. He aligned his stiff prick and thrust into his master’s tight asshole. Slickly he slipped within the lavender haired Saiyan, and snapped his hips back and forth to savor the heat of his master’s body. To be contained and clenched by Trunks’ muscles almost touched off his release he strained to hold. Soon his balls slapped against Trunks buttocks from his measured thrusts.

Bending over Gohan moved to kiss Trunks, hand wrapped around his master’s cheek. Trunks in turn pulled the ball gag down so it hung around his slave’s neck. Gohan licked Trunks lips in a circular motion before burying his tongue into his master’s mouth. Their tongues twined in a dance moving in time with the pistoning of Gohan’s hips.

“Master, I love fucking you,” Gohan purred, breaking their kiss.

“Oh slave, you are irresistible, waiting for me all night. Will you like to cum for me?”

“May I, Master?” Gohan rasped, hiss voice heavy and thick with hours of holding back.

Meeting Gohan’s ebony eyes with his own azure ones, Trunks groaned, “You have the green light slave. Cum inside me now…”

At long last Gohan’s pleasure screamed through his body with a degree of tension that he could not recall. Like a volcano ready to blow he felt the magma straining near the tip and the tired muscles unable to hold back his cum any longer. With a loud shout he ascended the summit and slammed his cock deep inside Trunks, grabbing his narrow hips.

Unable to see through the white-hot supernova detonating in his brain Gohan shuddered. Liquid cum spurted inside his master who sheathed him. Spent, Gohan collapsed on top, his body finally as limp and deflated as his now relieved cock. He felt a sensation of floating while Trunks felt hot, sticky and wet both inside and out from his own cum streaking both their bodies.

Having watched this, Goten licked his lips. He moved off the bed, palming his own erection to finish his own pleasure. It was truly worth every minute he had spent.

“Well Gohan, did you enjoy your fantasy?” Trunks asked, caressing his lover’s tired cheek.

“Judging from the result, I think you can answer that love,” Gohan purred, kissing his lover softly. He twined his fingers through Trunks’ hair.

Goten chuckled, bringing a bottle of cream to them. He handed it to Trunks, who curled his fingers around it. He also handed them warm soft cloths that were moistened. Gohan began to towel off Trunks who did the same to his lover. Already Gohan withdrew his cock and lay on his hip. Trunks reached down and smoothed a layer of aloe gel on his lover’s abused flanks.

The aftercare had begun, and they chuckled, whispering to each other of the intensity of the experience. Having done his job Goten had silently slipped out to allow the two time alone together. For a few minutes they lay nestled together, foreheads pressing close while continuing to wipe one another down before a long hot shower that they promised to take.

“Gohan, your ass could light up a dark night, I’m afraid,” Trunks teased, looking down at it.

Wincing, Gohan hissed, “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a month or two…”

That small lazy smile Trunks gave him, keyed Gohan into wheels turning in his lavender haired lover’s mind. Patting the small of Gohan’s back Trunks informed him, “You should know… that I promised to lend you to Goten for his birthday.”

Arching an eyebrow, Gohan rolled his eyes. He shook his head, chuckling as he said, “It figures. Just as long as I get to kiss the paddle.”