Welcome to DBZ Saiyan Garden

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“Mirai, you fucking asshole!” I shout as I storm out of my office and into the main reception area on the top floor of Capsule Corp. It’s only corporate offices up here—mine, my mom’s and Mirai’s. And I know my mom’s not here right now so I don’t even bother to watch my language. The receptionists are immune to it by this time.

I bound into his office, but it’s dark and he’s gone, so all my yelling was for nothing.

Goddamnit.

He’s always playing these little pranks on me that he thinks are so funny. And I really shouldn’t let them get to me, but today I’m just not in the mood. I’ve just come back from the longest, most mind-numbingly boring shareholders’ meeting you could possibly imagine. And the last thing I need is his crap.

He acts like some kind of older brother whose sole purpose in life is to torment me. Which wouldn’t be so bad, I suppose, if I didn’t live for 20 years as an only child. When your so-called brother just shows up out of nowhere and fucks up the sweet deal you’ve got going for yourself, you tend to get a little annoyed.

At least I do, anyway.

I head back to my office and peel off my suit jacket. I throw it on the couch along with my tie, then unbutton my collar and roll up my sleeves. I’m outta here. On my way down in the glass elevator I can see Goten trotting—no, more like skipping—through the courtyard. He stops to pet a dog that someone is walking. He’s so damned cute. And he has no idea the firestorm that I’m about to unleash on him.

“He did it again!” I yell across the courtyard as we get within speaking range of each other. “He fucking did it again, and this time, I’m going to get him.”

“Who did what?” Goten asks as he reaches me. “Can I get a hello?”

“Hi,” I say sulkily, planting a kiss on his cheek. “Mirai,” I pout. “He’s always messing with me, Goten.” I lean in and lay my cheek on his shoulder as he hugs me.

“Aw, it’s just how he shows his affection for you, Trunks-kun.” He pets my hair. He’s good at calming me down. But this time, I don’t want to be calm. So I break out of the hug.

“No, he’s making a fool of me! Do you know what he did today? He leaves a message on my desk saying, ‘A Mr. Lyon called for you. Says it’s urgent. Here’s his number.’” I repeat the message to Goten. “So I call this guy back. And when someone answers the phone, I announce myself and ask for Mr. Lyon. This guy tells me that there’s no way Mr. Lyon can come to the phone. So I get all insistent, you know? Even drop my name again. I tell him ‘you get that damned Lyon on the phone right now if you know what’s good for you.’ And by now, Goten, this guy is flat out laughing at me. I ask him what he thinks is so funny. And he says,” I pause for added effect. “ ‘Mr. Briefs, you realize you’ve called the West City Zoo, don’t you?’ ”

I look at Goten incredulously. “Mirai made up the whole thing just to make me look like a moron! Can you believe that?” I ask. “Well can you?”

Goten bites both of his lips. He’s shaking his head no, but it’s so obvious that he wants to laugh. He turns his back to me and I see his shoulders shaking ever so slightly. “Go ahead!” I yell. “Laugh it up! Why shouldn’t you? Everyone else has had a good laugh at my expense today.”

Yeah, I’m feeling sorry for myself.

He turns back to me and takes my hands, leading me away from the building. “Lighten up, Trunks, it’s funny!” He has his swim shorts on along with a t-shirt. It’s hot as hell out and we were planning on going swimming in the in-ground pool at Mirai’s flat after I got off work.

Oh, don’t even get me started on Mirai’s flat. He shows up here in my city, rents the most fabulous apartment in the whole town, and I’m still stuck living at Capsule Corp. Okay, so Capsule’s not exactly a shack in the woods, but it doesn’t have an in-ground pool either.

I know what you’re thinking, I could get a place of my own if I wanted to. But me living at home is, at the moment, a condition of access to my trust account. And even though I make a decent salary, I need that damned trust account. Besides, I already tried convincing Mirai to let me move in with him, but he just laughed and said I wouldn’t be able to keep up.

So anyway, me and Goten settle for occasionally going over there to swim. But today, I’m changing our plans.

I plant my feet on the courtyard bricks so that Goten can no longer tug me along behind him. “What are you doing?” he asks me.

“Um, I . . .” Think, Trunks, think. I have to get Goten to go along with this. I can’t do it all by myself. “I have to get my swim suit!” I say. “Come with me back to Capsule!”

“Okay.” He agrees to that part easily enough. But when we enter the main house in the compound, I pass right by my room and sneak stealthily towards my parents’ bedroom door.

“Trunks, what are we—.” I slap my palm over his mouth before he can finish the sentence.

“Shhh,” I warn, winking so he knows not to worry. “Just follow me.” We sneak into my parents’ bedroom when we’re sure the coast is clear. As far as I know, my mom’s still wrapped up in that meeting and my dad is probably where he always is. The gravity room.

I slowly approach a wardrobe that’s standing along the opposite wall and slide open the door. Behind it there are a half dozen drawers, all locked, but I know they keep the key right on top of the wardrobe.

I reach up and grab it, then open the first drawer. Goten looks at me like I’ve just done something horrible. “Come on.” I give him a face. “Are you really so surprised?” He shrugs it off, undoubtedly remembering how much trouble I used to get in as a kid. He should know, I always took him down right along with me.

I open the first drawer and take out a hot pair of black leather pants. Holding them up to my waist, I give him a look that says, “So, what do you think?”

“Ummm . . .” Goten looks confused. “That’s what you want to wear swimming?”

Doh.

“No, you dummy! It’s all part of my plan to get back at Mirai!” But he still looks confused. Apparently I’m going to have to make my master plan a bit clearer. “He thinks it’s so much fun to humiliate me, right? Well tonight, we’re gonna humiliate him! In ways he hasn’t even yet conceived of!”

I’m talking really fast and I know my eyes are sparking with excitement. This is gonna be so great. I’ll show him who can’t keep up.

“Oh, and we’ll get your brother, too, while we’re at it.”

“But what has Gohan done?” he asks, always the party pooper.

“You tell me, Goten! Come on, he must have done something to you in all these years!”

I can see Goten thinking back, far back, in his memory. “Yeah . . .” he says, some fire starting to light his eyes. “Yeah, I remember! Back when he was training for the World Martial Arts Tournament—the one where me and you fought in the junior division—he said I could come with him to train, but he just made me sit on a rock all day and watch!”

“That’s it, Goten, that’s the spirit!”

His eyes grow even more animated. “And when I got bored and tried to play with some of the forest animals, he yelled at me!” Now he looks really upset. The poor kid. I try to channel that emotion.

“And now, Goten,” I hand him a paddle. “He will pay for it.” He grabs the paddle, his fist right above mine on the handle, and we lock eyes. “You in?” I ask him, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, I’m in.”

***

A very short time later, we touch down on the cement that surrounds Mirai’s pool. Gohan is standing over a stainless steel grille that’s built seamlessly into the modern surroundings of the pool area. He’s cooking some steaks. Looks like he put on enough for all of us.

Mirai is lying sprawled on his back in a lounge chair by the water. He’s wearing aviator sunglasses and underneath them he must have his eyes closed because he hasn’t reacted to us yet. Gohan, on the other hand, is staring open-mouthed.

We must be quite a sight. We touched down back to back, our arms crossed over our chests. We’re both wearing skin-tight black leather pants and tall black boots that lace all the way up our calves. We’re shirtless, but I have a matching black leather jacket stretched around my arms and Goten is wearing a long black vest. He’s holding a crop that I’m pretty sure was made to be used on horses and I have a long black wand with a thick, drooping, hot pink ostrich feather on the end.

I can’t believe I found this shit in my parents’ bedroom. But somehow, just knowing them, I was sure it would be there.

Mirai finally sits up and lifts his glasses onto his head, pushing his long hair away from his face, which is a mix of total shock and awe. “Nice outfits,” he says appreciatively. “Trunks, what’s with the hat? You look so gay.”

There’s a surprise.

Gohan walks over to stand beside Mirai and get a closer look at us. The two of them are wearing matching black swim trunks. Matching. Honestly. I bet that on the back they say “his” and “hers.”

Gohan and Mirai. Mirai and Gohan. It’s all I ever hear about anymore. There used to be a time when me and Goten were the couple everyone was talking about.

Not that I’m jealous. Or anything.

These two have been inseparable ever since Mirai came back a few months ago. From what I heard, he traveled back in time solely to profess his undying love to Gohan. I have to admit, that’s dedication. But he is so desperately, pathetically in love with Gohan it’s almost embarrassing. I mean, I have to essentially watch my older self follow Gohan around like a lost puppy daily, and it’s really enough to put anyone over the edge.

At least Goten knows that I wear the pants in our relationship. Well, except for that one time with the mini-skirt. And . . . that one other time with a negligee. I mean, I wear the pants except when Goten wants me to wear something else.

Shit.

Oh, well. So I’m a bitch just like Mirai. It’s in our genes, I guess.

Gohan puts his hand on Mirai’s shoulder. “Is it Halloween already?” he asks. Here’s where you have to know Gohan. He doesn’t mean it as an insult. I doubt if he even knows how to be sarcastic. He’s probably been working so much that he really doesn’t know what month it is.

“No, silly,” Mirai answers him sweetly. “They’re obviously going out to the clubs.” He stands up and kisses Gohan on his jawline, as he assumes the conversation is now over. I vaguely wonder what the hell kind of clubs Mirai goes to and make a mental note to tag along next time.

Gohan turns to Mirai and kisses him back, as though we’re not even here. He runs his fingers up Mirai’s spine and entangles them in his long hair, which is tied up in a ponytail. Mirai presses his whole body against Gohan. Soon they seem to be engaged in some kind of contest to see which one can devour the other first. Mirai throws his head back as Gohan starts working his way down Mirai’s neck with his tongue. My future self’s eyelids are already fluttering. For gods’ sake, you’d think Gohan could make him cum with just one kiss.

Wow, I wonder….

Anyway, it’s clear they can’t keep their hands off of each other for five seconds. Or their mouths. And it’s positively . . . hot. I stare shamelessly.

Goten shifts from one foot to the other, obviously uncomfortable. “Umm . . . Gohan I think your steaks are going to burn. Shouldn’t you turn off the grille or something?” he suggests.

“S’automatic,” Gohan manages between licking and sucking.

Of course it is. Mirai probably had this whole place rigged so that they would never have to stop fucking to do anything. Besides, Gohan could care less about the steaks. He’s staring at Mirai like he’s the most delicious piece of meat on the planet.

Oh well. The fact that they can’t keep their hands off each other is going to make it all the more fun when I force them to. I shoot Goten a look indicating that this little display is all the more reason for them to be punished. He nods back at me solemnly.

The lovebirds finally snap out of it when the capsule I’ve just thrown opens with a loud pop.

“We’re not going to the clubs,” I say, picking up a pair of leather cuffs and staring up at them as I dangle them above my face. “We came to play.” With those words, I glance at Mirai wickedly. I want him to know what he’s in for. There’s no way he can escape now. Goten is already clasping the collar around his neck.

Mirai looks at Goten questioningly but my love just shrugs and smiles sweetly, looking so innocent. He’s good at that. Mirai’s fingering the collar curiously. “It looks good on you,” Gohan assures him. He’s all but licking his lips at the sight of his boy toy in a studded collar. He disentangles himself from Mirai and walks over to see what else I brought.

“No worries, Gohan, we have one for you, too,” I say, mocking the sickening syrupy tone Mirai always uses on Gohan. Placing it around his neck, I kiss him lightly just above the collar’s clasp. I notice him fluster a bit. He glances at Mirai and Mirai in turn glances at me. He doesn’t look so damned self-assured anymore.

“Trunks, stop fucking around.” I can tell by his voice that he’s on edge. I must have upset him when I kissed his precious Gohan. He tries to unfasten the collar, not wanting to play our game anymore. He’s fumbling with the clasp and starts to get annoyed when it won’t come off.

“Try as you might, Mirai, it’s not coming off.” I laugh then nod at Goten who obediently takes Mirai’s wrists in his hands and holds them behind Mirai’s back. Then of course I have to grab Gohan because he wants to rush to his lover’s aid.

“Shhh,” I whisper in his ear, holding him hostage by the wrists. He’s struggling, but I wonder if he isn’t just putting on a show for Mirai. After all, he can’t mind my nearness too much. I’m the carbon copy of his one and only.

He stops moving abruptly. “Why can’t I get away from you?”

“Aw, Gohan, I don’t think you’re trying very hard,” I coo. Goten is cracking up watching this. He may seem innocent, but he’s just as bad as me. I only get blamed for everything because he has those big childlike brown eyes and I was cursed with these scheming blue ones. Anyway, nothing makes me happier than seeing my Goten smile. So I continue. “Seems you haven’t been training much since Mirai got here. All that screwing has made you weak.”

Goten is giggling uncontrollably now at his brother’s complete frustration and utter cluelessness. But I won’t keep the secret ours much longer.

“I’m joking, Gohan. It’s the collar. It negates your ki, so you can’t gather any energy while you’re wearing it. You’re reduced to the power level of a normal human.” Then I run one finger along that sexy vertical crease that runs the whole length of his well-toned abdomen. “An extremely strong and fit human,” I trail off as my finger reaches the top of his swim shorts. “But a human nonetheless!” Still holding onto Gohan’s wrists with one hand, I put my free hand on my hip and smile, extremely proud. “Another one of mother’s great inventions. Oh, and wanna know the best part?” How could I forget this? “They only come off when the clasp is touched by the person whose fingerprint has been programmed into it!”

My mother is a fucking genius. Possibly a twisted sadist as well, but definitely a genius.

Mirai is growling. “Tell me who,” he spits between clenched teeth.

“All in due time,” I say, and then pout. “Relax Mirai, anger does not become you.” But I’m soon distracted again by Gohan squirming against me. If he was putting on a show before, he is acting no longer. He’s pulling as hard as he can to free his wrists from my hand, but to no avail. He doesn’t like it one bit. He’s completely powerless for the first time in his life and I can tell by the way his breath hitched when I explained the collars that the idea is making him crazy.

He is totally at our mercy.

“This is dangerous, Trunks.” He tries reasoning with me first then switches quickly to his brother. “Come on, Goten, think about it. What if something should happen? With these on, we’re completely–.”

“Vulnerable,” I finish for him, pressing my lips to his ear again. He freezes at the word.

But while Gohan has gotten more freaked out by my explanation, Mirai has calmed down. He looks impressed, actually.

Well what do you know? I’ve one-upped him.

“Goten, bring my stunt double over here.”

He pushes Mirai towards me and we place him and Gohan back to back then shackle their wrists and ankles to one another so they can’t move. At least not very quickly or skillfully. Then I draw Goten in close to me, pressing his back against my stomach and chest, and we stand there and regard our brothers for a moment. I nibble his ear until I feel goose bumps break out all over his skin. He laughs quietly, leaning his head into me. “What should we do with them?” I ask, loud enough for the other two to hear. Goten bites his lip. The way I’m manhandling his brother is already making Gohan flush.

Oh, this is going to be so much fun.

I take my feather in hand and approach Mirai. He and Gohan have already clasped hands behind their backs. They’re leaning against each other and seeming to take some comfort in it. Drawing strength from one another.

Good. They’re going to need it. At least if I have anything to say about it.

I fish Mirai’s sunglasses out of his long hair and put them on me, causing a few strands to fall across his face. God, he is damn sexy. Am I that sexy? I glance at Goten to see if he’s staring at me the way Gohan stares at Mirai, but he’s just looking at his nails distractedly. He doesn’t know what I’m thinking, of course. But he could at least have the decency to stare.

I know what would make him stare.

I reach around and grab Mirai by the nape then press our lips together. At first he stiffens but after a moment he relaxes and lets me in. I imagine he had some internal argument and then decided that kissing himself couldn’t be construed as being unfaithful to Gohan.

I deepen the kiss and explore his tongue with mine then press my knee between his legs. It’s just as I suspected. As angry as he may be at me, some part of him is definitely enjoying this. I’m sure you can guess which part that is.

“Whoa,” I hear Goten breathe. “Gohan, you should see this.”

His voice is complete awe. I smile against Mirai’s lips. Gohan can’t see anything because he’s tied up back-to-back with Mirai, but Goten won’t leave his brother in the dark. “Holy shit,” he continues. “This is hot Trunks-on-Trunks action. Wait, I know! I’ll describe it for you. Right now, they’re totally tongue-fucking and my Trunks is pressing his thigh into you’re your Trunks’ crotch–.”

“Goten, I swear to Dende, I’m gonna kill you when I get out of these.” Gohan twists his arms violently, trying to break free of the cuffs, and Mirai gasps as his arms are likewise twisted.

I pull away from Mirai to double over in laughter right along with Goten. See? What did I tell you? He’s not so innocent. He knows just how to push his brother’s buttons.

Of course Gohan stops struggling as soon as he realizes it’s hurting Mirai. Brilliant. Their love for each other keeps them right where I want them.

“Trunks, let’s go inside. It’s hot out here.”

“Good call, Goten.” I take off Mirai’s sunglasses and toss them onto a nearby chair. Meanwhile, Goten goes to the place where I burst the capsule and gets some more of our toys. Picking out some sort of human bridle, he fits it to his brother. The leather straps fit snugly around his chest and a chain leads to a little leather handle that Goten is holding tightly. He tosses me a similar one and I do the same to Mirai. Then we unclasp their wrist and ankle cuffs and redo them so that the two are still bound, but now not to each other. I tug at the leash and Mirai jerks forward and almost falls. The ankle bindings don’t allow his feet to move separately.

“Looks like you’re going to have to hop, Mirai.” He gives me a look that says hell will freeze over before that happens. “Unless you want me to drag you.” I give the chain another hard jerk and he almost goes down again. Grumbling curse words and turning bright pink, he hops behind me into the house. I laugh and laugh. “You look just like a rabbit, Mirai. And you fuck like one, too. You know where you would fit right in?” I look into his eyes which are precisely at the same level as mine. “The West City Zoo!”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, is that what this is about? You have no sense of humor at all. Nor any sense of proportionality! The punishment hardly fits the crime! That was an innocent, miniscule little joke. And this–well, this is–this is just–.”

Goten hands me a gag which I promptly shove into Mirai’s mouth while he’s trying to find the words to describe my sweet revenge. I reach around the back of his head to tie the thing in place then lean to my right to peck Goten on the cheek. “You read my mind, babe.” He goes to fetch his brother then, and drags Gohan into the house as unceremoniously as I did Mirai. Then I turn back to my future self, who is now utterly silent, his mouth wrapped around a black rubber ball. “I’ll tell you what this is, Mirai.” I smile. “This is the ultimate punishment!”

His eyes widen. I motion for Goten to restrain him again. Goten leaves his own brother standing in the middle of the room and walks over to stand behind Mirai, holding onto his arms, which are still bound behind his back. I press against the future me once again and lace my fingers through his long, soft hair. Really, he’s hard as a rock. I can feel him digging into my hip bone. He must just love being humiliated. I lean to whisper in his ear, “Got-cha,” and I swear I feel him thrust his hips forward.

I glance at Gohan, surprised he hasn’t hopped over here to elbow me off of his lover. But he’s transfixed. I see a look in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. Hungry. Yes, he’s starving for Mirai. Let’s give him his meal, shall we?

The main room in the apartment is a large, open space with a kitchen, living room, and dining room. We’re standing in the living room, but the granite countertops of the kitchen are only a few feet away, separated from the living space by a short length of wrought iron railing. I see Gohan has set out plates, forks, knives, and condiments that would have been for our dinner. I go over to the counter and pick up a bottle of steak sauce.

Now might be a good time to talk about the rules of this little game. I’m mad at Mirai, but really, I don’t want to do anything that would hurt either one of them. Yes, I do have a conscience, in case you were wondering. Normally, I’m a very nice person.

“Line them up, Goten, my love.” I would have dragged Mirai by the hair, but Goten lifts him into his arms and carries him ten feet over to where his brother is standing. Then puts him down gently.

I think someone has a little crush.

I approach the three of them and pace in front of the side-by-side pair while Goten stands right behind them. I’m thinking about how I can guarantee that no one gets hurt. Meanwhile, I make sure that my ostrich feather tickles across their chests each time I pass.

“Okay, as you’ve probably realized by now, Goten and I have bones to pick with the two of you.” I give a meaningful look to their crotches and tickle both of them with my feather. They are filling out their swim shorts nicely. “Mirai has to pay for making me look like a moron on the phone today. And for generally ruining my reputation in this town by running around looking just like me, but acting like a Gohan-obsessed puppy.” Mirai is growling behind that gag. Such a lovely sound. “And Gohan, you made Goten sit on a rock.”

“I did what?” he cries. “When?”

“When we were training for the tournament that me and Trunks fought in,” Goten reminds him, as if it’s supremely obvious.

“But—that was ten years ago, Goten!”

“And he’s had to live with it every day,” I add solemnly, feigning pity for my boyfriend. I really wish Goten could have come up with something better, but Gohan is practically perfect in every way, so he didn’t exactly have a lot to work with. “I think we can all agree that you both deserve what’s coming to you, so don’t try to get out of it. But . . . if either of you is truly uncomfortable, I’ve heard that it’s good to use a safe word.”

“What’s that, Trunks?” Goten asks.

“Well, if one of them says it, then we have to stop whatever we’re doing. But it has to be something that they wouldn’t normally be willing to say. It has to be something they would only say if truly pushed to their limits . . . .” I trail off, trying to think of a good word.

“Can it be a phrase?” Goten comes over to stand beside me. I nod. “Then I’ve got one! If they want us to stop, they have to say, “Truten rules and Truhan drools.’” He smiles.

“Oooh, I like it!” I tickle Goten’s nose with the feather and we turn and stick our tongues out at our brothers.

Mirai still has those same wide eyes as before. Gohan blinks. “What’s Truten?”

I nuzzle Goten. “It’s this.”

Mirai narrows his eyes, tilts his head, and makes a sarcastic “awww” sound around his gag. I know what he’d say if he could speak. “How cute. You’ve given yourselves a nickname.”

“Oh, stuff it, Mirai! It’s a moniker,” I inform him. “All the cool celebrities have them. And what’s good enough for Brangelina is good enough for you.”

“Ahh,” Gohan makes a sound of understanding. “Then I guess we’re Truhan.” He looks at Mirai and smiles. “That’s nice, I kinda like it!”

Gohan. He’s so sweet. It’s a shame that he keeps such bad company.

Anyway, I’m ready to start now. “So if you two can’t take the heat, you’re going to have to admit we’re better than you, and then we’ll let you off the hook. Got it? Now, Gohan, you might want to step out of the way.”

I unscrew the cap on the bottle of steak sauce. Gohan looks confused but hesitantly hops a bit to the left, away from Mirai. Mirai’s watching him, until he feels the first splash of cold sauce hit his torso. Then he looks directly at me.

I’m going to paint him just like the shitty modern art that’s scattered all around his apartment.

With sauce bottle in hand, I draw lines all across his chest and stomach and the front of his shorts. It’s all in the wrist, you know. I probably look a little frenzied, but I don’t care. When I’m finished, I step back to admire my work.

Good enough to eat.

“Oh, Gohan . . .” I sing-song his name then, stepping behind the older demi, kick the back of his legs. Gohan falls forward onto his knees with a yelp and Goten nudges Mirai into place in front of his kneeling lover. “Eat up.”

Gohan’s face flushes. He knows what I want him to do, but he’s still a little shy. Probably because his baby brother is here. But Goten can handle it. Goten’s a real perv if you actually get to know him.

My boyfriend lets go of Mirai and approaches his brother. I hear the loud crack of the crop on Gohan’s ass. “Don’t make him ask you twice!”

That’s my baby.

Gohan winces, then looks up at Mirai. Mirai looks down at him through half lidded eyes. I can tell he’s no longer mad at me for covering him in steak sauce. He wants to feel Gohan’s mouth on him as badly as I want to see it. Ever so slowly, Gohan inches toward him, until Goten grabs him by the hair and pushes the side of his face in to Mirai’s sticky abdomen. “For chrissakes, Gohan. Your dinner’s getting cold.”

Gohan wastes no more time. He starts licking the tangy liquid off Mirai, nipping his skin here and there with his teeth. Mirai is moaning around the rubber in his mouth. The front of his shorts give away his frustration. A boy scout couldn’t have pitched a more perfect tent.

Once Gohan has licked his washboard abs clean, Goten bends Mirai forward at the waist so Gohan can reach the droplets scattered across his chest. Kneeling there, bound, before his lover, Gohan runs his tongue over Mirai’s nipples. He forgets about the rest of the sauce for a minute and takes one nipple between his tongue and teeth. The noises Mirai is making become higher pitched. When he’s finally licked all of Mirai’s tanned skin clean, he sits back on his feet, staring up at his other half with a lustful expression.

I interrupt their moment. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

There are multiple lines of sauce criss-crossing the front of my future self’s shorts. I took special care to put them there, after all. Gohan eyes the shorts, then shoots Mirai an apologetic look. He knows this is going to undo the future prince entirely. But what choice does he have? Goten slaps the end of the crop into his palm as he stands over his brother, letting Gohan know that there’s no escape.

Gohan runs his tongue across the shorts, slurping up all my hard work. When his mouth brushes Mirai’s erection, Mirai whimpers like a baby. Although earlier he refused to hop for me, he’s now shamelessly jumping forward, trying to increase the pressure between Gohan’s lips and his cock. Goten quickly steps behind him to keep him in place.

No release for you yet, my brother.

Since Mirai can’t get into Gohan’s mouth, he automatically switches tactics and leans backwards into Goten. His ass is rubbing the front of Goten’s pants so hard the two of them could start a fire. I’m sure Goten’s giving him quite the scratching post, too. Goten threads his hands through Mirai’s arms, wrapping them around his waist, and starts kissing his neck.

Mmmm. The double-Son treatment. Now there’s something I wouldn’t mind trying sometime.

Mirai lays his lavender head on Goten’s shoulder and arches against my sidekick. He thrusts his hips out toward Gohan and bears his neck to Goten. I doubt he even realizes what he’s doing, he’s so turned on. The poor guy. I really wish I could help, but that wouldn’t be any fun. Now would it?

By this point, Gohan is almost as bad as Mirai. I can tell by the delirious way he’s licking at Mirai’s shorts that he is starting to lose himself in our game. He starts paying Mirai’s shaft a little too much attention through the fabric. I can see him pleasuring that sensitive ridge at the head and Mirai squirming under his hot lips. “Ah ah ah,” I caution him and position my feather strategically between his mouth and the object of his desire. “Goten, switch the gag.”

Goten reluctantly ceases showering the other me with kisses and frees Mirai’s mouth of its restraint. Then he kneels down to apply the very same toy to his brother. While he’s doing that I kick Mirai to his knees as unceremoniously as I did Gohan. He is face to face with his lover. Now it’s my turn to have some fun. I lace my fingers through the back of Mirai’s long hair, under his ponytail. “Let’s clean up your boyfriend.”

Gohan has sticky syrup all over his face from executing his last chore without the help of his hands. Not to mention Goten flattening his cheek right into the stuff. I gently nudge Mirai towards the left side of Gohan’s face and he begins lapping at his lover tentatively. Meanwhile, I run my tongue up the right side of Gohan’s face, from jaw line to temple. I kiss the tasty liquid from his cheeks, then pay some attention to his neck, which isn’t sticky in the least. But I think it could use some attention anyway.

Gohan’s breath is ragged. This must be quite a treat for him. Since Mirai can’t move his hands, I’ll have to be the one to tease Gohan for now. I position my fingers just below his navel, at the top of his swim shorts. His head snaps up from the reclined position it had come to rest in while we were showering him with wet kisses.

He’s wondering if I’ll touch him. Well, maybe just a quick pat.

I run my hand down his length and feel him continuing to swell under the thin fabric. “My, my, Gohan,” I whisper in his ear. “I can see why my other self likes you so much.” He gasps and squeezes his eyes closed as I reach between his legs to cup him.

I’m having so much fun, I barely notice that Mirai has inched his way towards the eldest Son and is brazenly rubbing against him. He has spread his knees and positioned himself around Gohan’s leg. He’s attacking the skin between Gohan’s neck and shoulder with his mouth and trying his damnedest to fuck the man’s thigh.

I shoot an accusing look at Goten. He should be stopping this, but instead he’s staring wide-eyed and rubbing the front of his pants. I swear, I have to do everything myself! I stand up and pry my double off of Gohan. With my hands around his chest, I drag him to his feet.

“Alright, that’s it.” I walk a few steps away and drop Mirai on his knees in front of an upholstered footstool that he has in the living room. Meanwhile, Goten lifts his brother up from behind as well. Only he’s holding Gohan way out in front of him so there’s no way he accidentally pokes his brother with the raging hard-on he’s acquired. I, on the other hand, jabbed Mirai’s ass all the way across the room.

Goten has no idea how to inflict punishment. I walk over to them and grab Gohan’s dick through his shorts. He cries out, but has no choice other than to hop behind me while I cockwalk him in the direction of his number one fan. A few seconds later, they’re kneeling across from each other, the footstool in between them.

I watch the two of them gazing into each others’ eyes. Gohan is whimpering softly around the rubber in his mouth as though he wants to speak to his beloved. But Mirai looks as if he already knows what Gohan wants to say. He looks at him with eyes that reflect pain, understanding, and desire all at the same time. That last emotion must be getting the best of him, though, because his eyes move down Gohan’s body to linger on his . . .

What is it that Mirai’s looking at? I glance from one to the other. Gohan’s ribs? No, lower. But not his cock. It looks like . . . his pelvic bones? Yes. Mirai is staring at the two sexy bumps that are sticking out just above the top of his black swim shorts. I go and kneel behind the eldest Son. “Is there something you’re trying to tell me, Mirai?” I’m talking at Gohan’s ear, but staring past him at my other self who’s a few feet in front of us. I drag my nails over Gohan’s hip bones, pushing his shorts down a little further to gain full access. He shudders at my touch.

So he has a little fetish. Lovely.

I swirl my fingers lightly around the two small points and Gohan is quickly coming undone. He leans his head back on my shoulder, gasping around that bit. I peck him lightly on the jaw. “What else does he like, Mirai?”

But my future self’s eyes are burning into mine now. He won’t give me another clue that easily. “I’ll make it worth your while,” I promise him. “Goten’s been dying to get his hands on you.” I glance at my boyfriend who blushes lightly. “If you tell me how Gohan likes it, I’ll let Goten pet you right where you need it the most.”

Mirai’s eyes lighten for a split second. The anger that was darkening them is gone and replaced by a spark of excitement. But just as quickly, it’s extinguished. He clenches his jaw, steeling himself to the temptation. He won’t help me make Gohan miserable, even if it eases his own suffering.

Well, maybe he’s just not quite suffering enough yet.

With my right hand, I extend my pink feather until it brushes the front of his swim shorts. “Goten, get these out of my way.” I gesture wildly at the shorts so that the feather flicks him mercilessly. My love takes his place behind Mirai and slides the black shorts towards his knees. They catch on his erection, making him bite his bottom lip. But Goten quickly frees him from the fabric and his hard length is left bobbing up and down for a second, completely giving him away.

“Aw, Mirai, you’re leaking.” I trace my feather over the slit at the tip of his cock that is just beginning to drip with clear liquid. Then I slide the hot pink plume down the front of his shaft, tracing that sensitive line all the way to its base. His balls get the same treatment. Goten lifts Mirai gently, so I can slide the teasing instrument between his legs. That clear liquid is now following the same trail down his shaft as my feather did.

He moans. It sounds like music to my ears.

I’m betting he’s pretty sensitive by now to the heat of Goten’s hands on him, his body so close. A prisoner at the tip of my feather, he’s writhing in what I can only imagine is exquisite agony. “Fuck…” He curses as Goten presses his lips to his neck again.

When he throws his head back onto Goten’s shoulder, I see his eyelids flutter until only the whites of his eyes are visible. “Thighs,” he gasps desperately. “Inner thighs.”

Gohan lets out a strangled cry of protest. I think he can’t believe his lover handed him to me on a silver platter. I drop my feather and focus my efforts again on the struggling man in front of me. But just before I turn my eyes back to Gohan, I see my other half sliding his arm around Mirai’s waist, about to fulfill my promise of intimate contact. Gohan must see it too because he starts jerking violently in my arms. He manages to elbow me pretty hard in the ribs and he looks like he wants to tear his brother to shreds. It suddenly occurs to me that when and if Gohan ever gets out of this collar, I am in a shitload of trouble that I don’t even want to think about.

Maybe I should try to get on his good side for a minute.

“Relax, Gohan,” I whisper in his ear. “Mirai only wants you to experience the same pleasure he’s experiencing.” I start to push his shorts down his thighs. He has quieted down a bit and silently lets me uncover his fully erect member. I glance back at his face and see that he is watching Mirai press himself shamelessly into Goten’s palm.

“Gohan…” Mirai moans his name and their eyes meet. It sounds like a plea for forgiveness, but I don’t think it’s necessary. Gohan is as hard as ever, so my guess is that whatever emotions he’s experiencing now are only adding to his desire. I think we’re all pushing our boundaries a bit tonight. And despite that I know I’ll have to pay for it, I’m eager to push some more of Gohan’s buttons.

I slide my right hand between his legs and brush the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He doesn’t react at all except for the slight trembling I feel beneath my fingertips. I see that he has much more restraint than his pathetic boyfriend does. It only makes me all the more determined. I slide my other hand up the inside of his other leg, and with my fingers graze the flesh where his strong, muscled legs meet his fine ass. Now I notice that his jaw is clenching around the gag in his mouth, and he’s trying hard not to let me see his reaction. I think about teasing him with my feather, but decide he’s not going to cave until I do my absolute worst.

Sliding around in front of him on my knees, I lower myself onto my elbows until my face is level with his crotch. By now I’m straddling the footstool and I’m sure Goten and Mirai are getting a nice view of my leather-clad ass. Grasping Gohan’s knees, I spread his legs until I can lap the skin between his thighs comfortably. I start working him with my tongue and I can hear him groaning above me. But it’s not until I graze the thin skin there with my teeth that I know I’ve got him. His legs are trembling. Legs as strong and thick as tree trunks trembling before me.

Fuck. I’m getting really hard.

I slide my arms around his waist to support myself, then continue nipping and sucking his delicious skin and listening to those receptive moans. He tastes amazing and smells even better. I start to lose myself in my task, but then I remember that this is not about my pleasure. It’s about their pain.

So, I remove my head from between his knees and hoist myself back onto all fours, glancing up at him with eyes that let him know just how much I enjoyed that. His chest heaves as he holds my gaze for a moment. Then he looks back at Mirai.

I can see that all is truly forgiven. I think Gohan would have told me Mirai’s deepest, darkest secrets if I’d asked him in that moment. But I don’t need Gohan to tell me what Mirai likes. I know him as well as he knows himself.

Standing up, I adjust myself in my pants to get more comfortable. Goten and Mirai are both staring up at me expectantly. Somehow, Goten’s blinking eyes manage to reflect a childlike happiness. Only he could manage to look innocent while wielding whips and chains and inflicting calculated torture.

I swear. He takes my breath away.

I smile sweetly at him, but I don’t want Mirai to see the warm stare that’s reserved especially for Goten. He might get the wrong idea and think that I’ll be merciful. But, even though I’m coating the inside of these pants with a layer of precum that will require a thorough dry-cleaning from my very understanding tailor, I haven’t forgotten why we’re here.

I pick up my discarded ostrich plume from the floor. “Goten, sweetie, lay Mirai down on the stool.”

He looks at the stool, then back at me questioningly. I nod my head in encouragement and he lowers Mirai’s upper body forward until his chest is resting on the low bench in front of him.

It doesn’t take Mirai long to realize the incredibly compromising position that I’ve placed him in. “Trunks, what are you…” But his voice trails off as the feather ghosts across his sexy, round backside. He swallows audibly.

You see, for Mirai and me, pleasure and pain sublimely coexist in this one tight, hot place, and I’m swooning thinking of all the ways that I can make him talk now.

“Where else does Gohan like to be touched?” My voice is sugary sweet but my eyes are watching him intently. Just as I suspected, his azure irises dart quickly in the direction of his lover before coming to rest again on the floor. It makes me think there’s something he’s not telling me. Although Mirai immediately resumes a stone-faced expression, I can easily see panic reflected in every one of Gohan’s features.

Ooh, they must have one hell of a secret! I think I need to know what it is.

I slide my feather from left to right over Mirai’s ass again, giving him once last chance to do things the easy way, but he stays silent. Fine with me. The hard way is much more fun, anyway.

Changing directions with my wrist, I glide the feather into his crease and, with tantalizing slowness, tickle him from his back all the way to his sack.

It’s damned poetic, don’t you think?

His face gives away nothing but a slight flush. Infuriating! I know this is affecting him much more than he’s letting on. I kneel beside him on the opposite side of his body from Goten. Mirai closes his eyes and sets his jaw. He’s getting ready to weather the storm but I’ll break him if it’s the last thing I do.

I lean in close to his ear while continuing to torment his backside. “Tell me, how does that feel, Mirai?” He turns his face away from me. “Tell me how much you love it, how badly you want it. Because I know you do.” Since he has so nicely bared his neck to me, I graze the skin there with my teeth. Then I move my feather lower, so that I’m taunting that screamingly responsive square of skin between his ass and our royal family jewels. “Does Gohan tease you like this?” I whisper hotly. “Does he make you beg him for it?”

Mirai is whimpering now, his face a deep shade of scarlet. I can hear a low growl in Gohan’s throat that would make my blood run cold if I wasn’t so utterly focused. I want to know what these two are hiding, and I want to know now.

His silence is mocking me. Meanwhile Gohan is trying to speak behind the gag. I think he’s actually trying to tell me whatever it is that Mirai won’t. I doubt he can stand to see his lover teased like this.

I drop the feather and grab Mirai’s right cheek with my hand, spreading him roughly. “Or does he just pound you with that monster cock of his until you scream?” I dip my thumb into his crevice to tease his opening. He can’t possibly stand this, I know he can’t. Because I couldn’t. And he’s not stronger than me . . . is he?

I can feel a maniacal grin tugging at my lips. The fucker is bound and helpless at my feet and he’s still getting the best of me. We’ll just see about that—.

But before I can push him any further, Goten grabs my wrist. I look up at him in total shock. What does he think he’s doing?

“Trunks.” He glances at Mirai with compassion saturating his features. “Please, stop…” I just continue to stare at him as the anger I was feeling towards Mirai focuses on its new target. I can’t believe he’s wimping out on me! “I mean,” his eyes sweep the ground to my right as he refuses to meet my flashing irises, “It’s just, I know how sensitive you are and if anyone ever did this to you—.”

I jerk my arm in towards my body and pull Goten with it, since he’s still grasping my wrist tightly. “This is not about me, Goten,” I hiss, “it’s about him.” With my other hand I lift Mirai’s head by his lavender ponytail until he gasps at the unnatural angle.

“But, Trunks.” Goten untangles my fingers from Mirai’s lilac locks. “He is you.”

Goten stares at Mirai affectionately, while lightly massaging his neck, and I can feel the resentment starting to drain from my body. He can’t entirely separate his feelings for me from his feelings for Mirai. Because he loves me, he cares about my other self. It’s actually kind of sweet.

I pray that Gohan will see things the same way when it’s time for him to get his revenge on me. But somehow, I really doubt it.

“Okay, Goten.” I reach up and take his face in my hands, “I’ll stop.” Then I pull him in for a kiss. We’re still kneeling on either side of Mirai and happily I notice that my aching cock is flush with his ribs. I press into him then slide my hands down to Goten’s hips and encourage him to do the same. He doesn’t protest too much because it feels damned good.

But despite our shamelessly dry-humping him, I know that there is only one throbbing hunk of man-meat that Mirai is interested in. And, as I pull away from Goten, I notice him eyeing that very hunk like a sex-starved virgin. Gohan is only a few inches from his face now and Mirai’s mouth is positively watering. It gives me an idea. If he wants to taste Gohan so badly, far be it from me to stop him.

This time more gently, I lace my fingers through the hair underneath my future self’s ponytail and coax him into an upright position. When our faces are at the same level, I can plainly see the desperate look in his eyes, which don’t leave Gohan’s for a second. He actually licks his lips, practically devouring the other man with his gaze. A quick look at Gohan reveals he’s in the same state. He knows Mirai must be burning for him after that feather treatment. Mirai doesn’t want to be teased anymore. He wants to be fucked, good and hard. And I can tell that Gohan does not intend to make him wait.

Even though Gohan’s eyes are hooded with lust, I can see something calculating in them. He’s a smart one, that Gohan, and I may not have much more time here.

Keeping my eyes on the sneaky demi across from us, I lean in to whisper to my double. “You want to taste him, don’t you, Mirai?”

“You know I do, you sick fuck,” he says without looking at me.

“How much do you want him?”

“I’ll give you everything you want, Trunks. I’ll beg. I’ll plead. I’ll fucking scream if you want me to.” He squeezes his eyes closed. “Just, please . . . .”

“You’re a good boy, Mirai.” Still using his ponytail, I carefully guide his head towards Gohan’s crotch and he bends at the waist to follow my lead. I stop him just before his mouth reaches the tip of Gohan’s erection. The other man reacts right away to Mirai’s warm breath on him. He’s breathing heavily and I can see the muscles in his neck straining.

Mirai flicks his tongue over the ridge at the head of Gohan’s shaft and both of them are already swooning. I lower my other self’s head further and watch him greedily feast on more of the throbbing length. I realize I’m opening my own lips while I watch, vicariously enjoying the salty taste of my brother’s lover. And my lover’s brother. Heh, small world.

I can already see a frothy white sheen coating Mirai’s lips and I know I have to be careful. If Gohan thinks he’s getting off—literally—this easily, then he has another thing coming. Clicking my tongue to let him know he’s had enough, I pull Mirai off of the other demi. My future self looks dizzy and Gohan is gasping miserably behind that gag. The coldness of the air in the room must be awful for him after the heat of Mirai’s scorching mouth. A mouth that’s now slick with the evidence of Gohan’s affection. A sticky line dribbles down Mirai’s chin. Without really thinking, I lean in to taste it, nibbling at his bottom lip and lapping up as much of Gohan as I can get.

Mirai is panting in my mouth and I’m dangerously close to needing to jam my hand into my pants to relieve the pressure down there. Pulling back from him, I try to clear my head and blink away the lust that is clouding my thoughts. I have to remember why I was so mad at Mirai. The phone message … keeping Gohan’s secrets … being a little bitch … Right, right, it’s all coming back to me now.

I take a deep breath, then rise to my feet, leaving those-who-need-to-be-punished on their knees. Trusting Goten to look after them, I saunter outside to the pool deck to get the last of our toys: two wooden paddles. When I go back into the apartment, Gohan and Mirai are still on their knees, fully at attention and facing each other. Goten is sitting on a nearby chair with his legs crossed and is studying his nails again.

“Goten, heads up!” I toss one paddle at him and he catches it easily. Then we approach our brothers again. Brandishing my paddle, I swing it through the air a few times so the two of them can hear the sharp swish of air it makes. Punishment like this is all about anticipation, you see.

Our brothers are eyeing us cautiously but I’m actually going to cut them a break. I kneel behind Mirai and unhook the leather strap that’s holding his two wrist cuffs together, then motion for Goten to do the same for Gohan. I half expect Gohan to start swinging once his wrists are free, but he keeps his cool, only reaching up to undo the gag in his mouth. Then he reaches out for Mirai’s hands and, grabbing them, brings them to his lips. He kisses my future self’s knuckles with a reverence that makes me . . . it makes me . . . god, it makes me a bit weak at the knees, actually. Such adoration. I’m beginning to realize it’s not just Mirai who follows Gohan around like a lost puppy. Gohan worships the ground he walks on.

To have a man like that adore him so unrepentantly. How does he do that?

Gohan lowers his arms and, still holding Mirai’s hands in his, rests both of their palms on the small stool between them. They’re leaning forward towards each other now and their mouths meet with even more passion than I saw earlier on the patio. The two of them seem to have nearly forgotten that we’re still here.

Well, I’m going to remind the fuckers.

A second later, my paddle lands on Mirai’s ass with a loud crack. He cries out, breaking his mouth-to-mouth contact with Gohan. And before he can recover much, I give him another good whack. He sucks in a mouthful of air and his whole body tenses. His buttocks are already turning pink and it must sting like a bitch. He grits his teeth as he braces himself on his arms.

“Aw, c’mon, Mirai,” I coax him, “scream for me again.” My paddle meets his flesh a third time, but the most I get from him is a soft grunt. Then I hear quiet laughter nearby. Looking up, I see Goten’s eyes are positively sparkling. He’s biting his bottom lip and stroking his paddle excitedly. He looks like a kid on Christmas morning. I grin.

“What are you waiting for, Goten? Go ahead.”

“Goten, wait, don’t—,” Gohan starts, but before he can get out more than a few syllables of protest, all that can be heard is the cracking sound of the paddle against his skin.

“Fuck!” Gohan swears. He and Mirai are clinging to each other now, their arms wrapped around each others’ shoulders. “That hurts, Goten!”

“Just close your eyes and pretend that I’m Mom.”

“Oh, gross!” Gohan exclaims before he’s silenced once again by the smack of the paddle. I smile with surprise. How very naughty, Goten! See? I told you he was a perv. I want him so badly right now. But first the task at hand.

With renewed vigor, I strike Mirai again, and then again. Soon I’m finding my rhythm. Nice and slow and steady. Then harder and faster. Goten seems to be matching me slap for slap. At first, our brothers were gasping in pain, but then I noticed their sounds started to take on a more guttural quality. They’ve both dropped down onto their elbows, holding onto each other tightly as they rest on the small stool between them. Now they’re moaning deliciously. The entire room is filled with a breathtaking chorus of moans and slaps. I find it’s lulling me into a frenzy. I’m watching the pink hue on Mirai’s luscious ass turn white with each hit. Then the moaning stops as our prisoners find each others’ mouths again. I think they’re beyond the point of feeling pain by now. Instead, they’re consumed only by the tingling, throbbing pulse of our punishment.

And, of course, desire.

I know from experience that the blinding pain of the paddle goes straight to your cock when you finally stop fighting it. It’s a sublime sort of submission.

I hope to Dende we get our turn next.

I can hear the sound of slick wood against flesh slowing as I tire. My burning fury for Mirai is leaving me and I can feel it being replaced by a hazy calmness. I feel sated yet . . . eager at the same time.

Damn. I’ve really worked myself up here.

I finally drop the paddle and Goten stops, too, taking his cues from me. Now the only sounds in the room are the sucking noises our brothers are making as they continue to drink of each other. That’s the only term for it really. You’d think their saliva was the blood of the gods the way they can’t get enough.

Stumbling a bit, I head down the hall toward Mirai’s bathroom. I open some cabinets near the sink looking for any kind of soothing balm. See? I told you I was a nice person. I squint at the array of ointments that greets me. Lotions, massage oils, lubricants of every flavor. Fucking nymphos, really!

Grabbing a bottle of aloe vera gel, I make my way back to the main room. I tell Goten to hold his hands out, then I pump the bottle a few times until his palms are covered with the cool, clear stuff. “I have to put this on my brother’s butt?” he asks, looking at me questioningly.

“Uh-huh.” I nod at him in reassurance, then squat behind Mirai and start massaging the gel into his burning backside.

But both of us are watching Goten slather the stuff on his big brother. Gohan’s face is blushing the most precious shade of pink and, call me twisted if you must, but watching Goten touch him like that is….

I wipe my lower lip where some saliva has accumulated. Mirai is staring, too.

“Damn…” I hear him mutter.

The sound of his voice brings me back to my senses and, while he’s not paying attention, I quickly grab his arms and bind his wrists back together. Goten notices it and swiftly does the same to his brother.

I’m surprised that Gohan didn’t protest more. But maybe he’s finally starting to enjoy the festivities. Then again, maybe he’s up to something. I don’t like that all-knowing look I just saw flash in his eyes.

“Mm… Goten,” he starts, craning his neck to the side. “I have an itch, and it’s driving me nuts. Will you scratch it for me?”

“Huh? Oh, okay, where?”

“The back of my neck. It’s right underneath my hair.” Goten reaches up to scratch him. “No, a little bit lower. To the left. No, not that far.”

I narrow my eyes. He is so up to something….

Then it hits me. “Goten, NO!” I shout, but it’s too late.

“Right there,” Gohan breathes with the utmost satisfaction as his collar slides down his chest and tumbles to the floor.

“Oops…” Goten says, looking at me apologetically.

His damned hyper-intelligent brother tricked him into touching the clasp. He must have figured out that Goten’s fingerprint would open the collar by process of elimination. He would know that it couldn’t be mine. If it was, then Mirai would be able to open them, too. He must have just been waiting for his chance to test out the theory.

Gohan easily breaks out of the wrist and ankle cuffs now that he has his full strength back. I stare at the shredded leather on the ground.

Oh, god. We are in such big trouble.

Blinking at him with wide, terrified eyes, I stumble backwards a few feet then fall clumsily onto my ass. But he only shoots me a look that says, ‘I’ll deal with you later.’ Seems he has more pressing needs, at the moment.

He practically pounces on Mirai and attacks his mouth, crushing Mirai’s body to his as he kisses him feverishly. Not ceasing to feast on Mirai with his mouth, Gohan’s hands find their way to my future self’s wrists and he starts to untie the bindings there. Breathless, Mirai pulls away for a moment.

“Leave them,” he whispers hoarsely.

The man is totally twisted.

“Oh, god, Trunks,” I hear Gohan moan with painful longing into my future self’s ear. In a flash he’s behind Mirai. Threading his fingers through his lover’s hair just like I did, he guides Mirai into a crouching position so that Mirai’s head and shoulders rest on the cushion of the stool in front of them. Whatever tiny shred of patience he may have had was destroyed by Mirai’s little masochistic gesture and Gohan can barely contain himself at this point.

Hell, neither can I.

He dizzily grabs for the bottle of aloe and just manages to massage a fistful of the gel onto himself before he plunges into Mirai. Mirai is facing us and I can see his delicate features are the most beautiful mix of pleasure and pain. I think it’s got to hurt, the way Gohan’s thighs are slamming into his abused backside, still bright pink from my punishment. But his face is a lovely mask of lust and need and his cock is leaking precum while Gohan makes a complete mess of him. Gohan’s own appeased grunts and moans are punctuated only by his lover’s occasional yelps.

And a little voice in the back of my head is telling me that this is our chance. We should run. Run as fast and as far away as we can. But I can’t move.

And miss this show? No way. I think I’ll take my chances.

I look over at Goten and our lust-clouded eyes meet. I can tell he feels the same way. This is the hottest stuff we have ever seen. We’re both rubbing our groins through our leather pants as we watch them.

Gohan reaches forward to entangle his fingers in Mirai’s ponytail once more and he pulls Mirai into an upright position by the hair. “Oh, fuck…” Mirai has all but lost it. Gohan has only to reach around and touch him and he squirts a thick white stream all over himself. His body is shaking and his chest heaving as he arches against Gohan. A second later, Gohan wraps his arms around Mirai’s now slick torso and pulls their bodies as close together as possible. I can tell by the way his muscles are clenching and unclenching that he’s coming deep inside of Mirai.

Delirious in the afterglow, the two cling to each other and Gohan kisses Mirai’s shoulder tenderly. Their breathing is slowly starting to return to normal.

And my pulse is starting to quicken.

Maybe they’ve worn themselves out and won’t have the energy to beat the shit out of us. Or maybe we’re already forgiven since we probably just gave them the best sex of their lives. They should be grateful to us, even.

But no such luck. Gohan hasn’t pulled out of my future self yet and he’s already staring me down with a vengeance. I swallow loudly and watch him slide out of his lover and then pull Mirai’s shorts up. He releases Mirai from the wrist and ankle cuffs and my future self sits down on the stool, rubbing the stiffness out of his arms.

Then Gohan pulls up his own shorts and turns to his brother. “Goten. His collar,” he says, pointing to Mirai. “Now.”

“Okay,” Goten breathes, quickly obeying the order.

While Goten’s freeing Mirai from the last of his bonds, Gohan turns to face me. “And you,” he says, slowly walking towards me with fire in his eyes. “You… you…!” He just keeps repeating the word, apparently unable to verbalize how angry he is with me. The next thing I know I’m being slammed against the living room wall. Gohan is cupping my face in one hand and I can feel bits of plaster falling into my hair.

“Lets . . . not be too hasty . . . Gohan,” I manage between clenched teeth, trying to reason with him as he squeezes my cheeks painfully. I can see the fingers of his other hand clenching into a fist and I squeeze my eyes shut and brace for the punch to the gut that I know is coming. I’m just hoping that there’s enough of me left when he’s done that a senzu can fix it.

But oddly enough, I can hear my own voice telling him to stop. Only it’s not mine. It’s calm and authoritative and Gohan actually listens. When the blow I was expecting doesn’t come, I open one eye. Gohan is looking back over his shoulder at Mirai. His fist is still clenched but it’s stopped in midair.

“Hold on a minute,” Mirai says, approaching us. “I know you’re pissed, but I think I’ve got something better in mind. Something that will hurt a lot more.”

“Oh?” Gohan asks. “Well, I was thinking hand-to-hand combat would be the most painful, but if you think I should just cut straight to Kamehameha, I have no problem with that.”

“It’s not necessary,” Mirai insists calmly.

I smile. I knew he liked it. “Mirai missed out on all those beatings by Vegeta growing up. He really needed the discipline.”

Gohan turns back to me. He removes his hand from my jaw and my feet actually touch the floor again. But immediately he clenches his fist and backhands me across the mouth. I want to call it a bitch slap, but I’m sure I felt knuckles.

“Ow . . . .” I reach up to touch my mouth and see that my fingertips are covered in blood. I guess I probably shouldn’t have said that out loud.

“Really, Gohan, just leave it to me,” Mirai repeats. I see he’s carrying the two collars. “Fingerprint,” he makes the request of Gohan and holds the two silver clasps up for him. Gohan touches each of them in turn and they glow green, indicating that the print has been accepted. Then Mirai reaches up and wraps one around my neck.

Sweet. Our turn.

I can feel my wilting erection springing back to life already.

My future self turns toward Goten, who is watching everything nervously from the middle of the room, and beckons to him with one finger. Goten looks at me to see if this new turn of events is okay. I nod at him. “Don’t worry, Goten, it’s our turn now.” He timidly walks over and lets Mirai place the second collar around his neck, blinking at me with apprehension in his eyes.

“Here.” Mirai turns and grabs me by the back of the head while still talking to Goten and pushes me in his direction. “Clean up your boyfriend.”

Goten stares at me for a moment, his alert eyes becoming cloudy, then he closes the small gap between us to kiss me, only too happy to clean my wounds with his tongue. I let myself get lost in the feeling and am only vaguely aware of Mirai leaving the room via the hallway that leads to their bedroom. He comes back a few moments later. I can hear him whispering to Gohan and the soft sounds of metal clanging in the background. But I don’t pay much attention as Goten pulls the leather jacket I’m wearing down my arms and discards it on the floor. I do the same for the vest he is wearing. My hat is already lying on the floor near where Gohan slammed me against the wall. We entwine ourselves further and press as much of our naked flesh together as possible.

Suddenly I’m aware of Gohan behind me. He reaches both hands around my waist and starts to unbutton my pants. I open my eyes to see Mirai doing the same to Goten. We separate a bit to allow them access to our bodies. Gohan unzips me, but doesn’t stop there. He starts tearing the leather, ripping the pants all the way down my right leg and then my left, pulling the bottom of the pants out of my knee-high boots. He discards the torn breeches, tossing them into a corner. And soon, thanks to Mirai, Goten’s pants are on the floor, too, and we’re both standing there bare-assed, wearing only our boots.

“Vegeta’s gonna be pissed,” I murmur into Goten’s mouth.

He breaks the kiss and I can hear him panting softly as Mirai shifts around behind him. I’m not sure what Mirai’s doing but soon my other half is purring like a kitten. Goten becomes heavier in my arms as if his legs are failing him.

“He really has you worked up, doesn’t he?” I ask, just a tinge of jealousy in my voice.

“Mmm . . .” Goten hums at my ear. The sound makes my cock jump.

Then I feel a cold, slick hardness slipping into my crevice and demanding entrance. Suddenly alert, I glance back towards Gohan. He’s holding onto my hips with his left hand and guiding his lubricated length into me with his right. No, wait. That’s not him. It feels like a cock but it’s unnaturally hard, like plastic. While I’m still trying to figure it out, Gohan shoves the thing inside me to the hilt, making me gasp. I’m only beginning to adjust to it when he touches a button and the damned thing starts vibrating.

Okay, now I know why Goten is purring. This is quite the sensation. It’s really . . . . It’s almost . . . . It’s overwhelming.

Goten is truly squirming now, and Mirai pulls him off of me. Gohan puts an arm around my waist and leads me backwards towards the kitchen. I wriggle in his strong arms, gripping one forearm to try to push it just a little lower. I’m in desperate need of some friction. Instead he sits me down on the floor, pressing my back against the cold wrought iron railing that separates this room from the other. I shift to try to accommodate that hard, unyielding length inside of me and in my distraction I barely notice him cuffing my wrists tightly to the railing above my head. A second later, Goten is in the same position right next to me, wincing as Mirai sits him down on the floor.

Once we’re both strung up, the two of them kneel in front of us. Gohan is between my legs and I can feel a smile spreading across my lips once more as he hooks his right arm under my left knee and lifts it up. I can still see that anger burning in his dark irises, though its intensity has dimmed.

I just can’t wait to suffer every inch of his punishment.

He gazes down at me. “You really shouldn’t look like you’re enjoying this so much, Trunks.”

“Oh, but Gohan, I so am enjoying it.”

“Hm,” he laughs softly just above me. “Not for long.”

I hear a sharp tearing sound and glance to my left, where Mirai is ripping off a length of silver duct tape from a roll with his teeth. Then he passes the roll to Gohan.

My mouth agape, I stare at the man in front of me. I realize what he’s about to do and try desperately to close my legs but it’s no use. Gohan still has his elbow hooked under my knee and is holding onto my thigh tightly with one hand while he holds the roll of tape to his mouth with the other. I’m squirming wildly now but I’m no match for him at all with this collar on. I’m suddenly very aware of the steel of the handcuffs around my wrists and their infuriating ability to keep me in place. A second later, I feel Gohan pressing the sticky side of the tape to my buttocks, keeping the vibrator firmly in place. Then he slaps me on the ass playfully before lowering my leg to the floor and sliding out from between my thighs.

Goten is whimpering alongside me as Mirai pulls back from him, too, and stands up next to his lover. Our brothers now stand over our pathetic, writhing forms and I’m beginning to think this could be bad. Very, very bad.

“Did I mention that I just replaced the batteries in those? So you two should be good for, oh, say four to six hours?” Mirai turns to Gohan and smiles widely. “Should we eat? Maybe have a swim?”

“Sure,” Gohan casually agrees and kisses Mirai on the forehead. Then he takes his hand as they start strolling towards the patio.

This is beyond miserable! That infernal buzzing in my ass is making all my senses tingle unbearably and I have no idea what to do with myself. I thought I could handle whatever depraved torture they could to throw at me, but not simply being left here. Just left here, painfully aroused and completely forgotten, without any hope for release!

This will drive me mad.

“Tru-unks…” Goten whines despondently, as if there’s anything I can do for him. He’s wriggling and pushing himself around with his legs, trying in vain to find a comfortable position. I know he’s suffering as much as I am, but it doesn’t stop me from yelling at him.

“I bet you wish you hadn’t begged for mercy for him now, don’t you?!” I growl. “He sure as hell isn’t showing any to us!”

“What I wish is that I had never listened to you in the first place! I wouldn’t even be in this mess if it wasn’t for you!” Goten accuses me miserably.

That shuts me up. He’s entirely right. I always do this to him. Well, he really should have learned his lesson by now.

I do the last thing that I can think of. Anything to get those two back in here. Anything to get them angry enough to fuck us senseless. I start shouting obnoxiously.

“Mirai! Why the hell are you running away? Can’t get it up again so soon? Afraid that you can’t satisfy Goten like I can? Afraid you’re nothing compared to me? Or do you just know that when Gohan gets a taste of this, he’ll never want you again?”

Finally, Mirai turns around to face me. “Go ahead outside and see if our dinner can be salvaged, Gohan. I’ll take care of this one.” Gohan nods and leaves through the sliding glass door to the patio. As Mirai approaches me, I’m breathing heavily, hoping my plan worked, but unsure what to expect.

Then I feel that damned rubber gag being pushed far into my mouth and Mirai tying it tightly—really tightly—around the back of my head.

Not exactly what I had in mind.

“You think you’re so smart, Trunks,” he says, looking down at me, amused. “But I told you that you couldn’t keep up with me. And by the way,” he taunts, putting his hand on the railing above my head and leaning down over me, “it’s his tail scar, you idiot.”

Damnit! I should have known it’d be an erogenous spot for a Saiyan. But neither me nor Goten ever had one. It’s no fair.

Annoyed, I kick my legs at him uselessly, but he just stands upright again, laughing as he turns to leave. I narrow my eyes at his back and watch his receding form while making a silent promise to myself, which is my only consolation at this moment:

I will SO get him for this. Mark my words.