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Gohan smiled as he entered the room and got his first glance at Mirai Trunks. The long haired Saiyajin prince had been absent for two months to receive very specialized training. As he advanced, Gohan glanced in the mirror and caught his own reflection. He was dressed in skin tight leather pants that laced up the sides and revealed a tantalizing glimpse of his legs, and a short, sleeveless, leather mini-vest that laced up the front, and he finished off the look with knee-high, lace-up, black leather boots. His hands were covered with fingerless leather gloves and he carried a wicked looking riding crop in his right hand.

He advanced upon the kneeling youth in the middle of the room and raked his eyes over the bared flesh before him. Mirai Trunks was gloriously nude, except for the marks of a sex slave that adorned his body. A slender leather collar encircled his neck, while both ankles and wrists were bound by black leather cuffs. His nipples were stiff and rosy and looked delicate surrounded by the metal clamps kissing them, and lastly, an impressive erection was imprisoned in a mini leather collar that kept him aroused but denied release.

Mirai Trunks trembled slightly with excitement as he realized his master had entered the room. He felt the end of the riding crop under his chin urging him to raise his face and gaze into the eyes of his beloved. He had been Gohan’s lover for a year before they had decided to take this step and change the relationship. They soon had discovered that Gohan needed to fully accept his dominant side to fight back against the mental barriers that Chichi has methodically instilled in him during years.

Gohan had been very reluctant to the idea first, even when his lover had explained him he truly had enjoyed being submissive to his previous and now dead lover and actually enjoyed a little pain mixed with his pleasure since it intensified the feelings that being intimate evoked. But the succession of rising difficulties that were frustrating them both and fed his fear of losing his lover forever had finally convinced Gohan to give in and do what it took to save his couple.

Gohan took a moment to calm himself as he stared at his lover. Mirai Trunks’s long lavender hair was pinned up and he looked young, vulnerable, and delicate; his expressive blue eyes seeming even larger. He ran the crop softly over the exposed flesh, enjoying the trembles and soft whimpers. He knew Mirai Trunks wondered if he would feel the kiss of the riding crop but Gohan had no wish to welt or bruise that creamy, unblemished skin.

Gohan presented his booted foot to his slave and enjoyed the sight of Mirai Trunks kissing it lovingly before meticulously laving every inch of it with his soft, pink tongue. He gestured for Mirai Trunks to rise and ran his hands up and down the silken and muscled form before motioning for Mirai Trunks to follow him. Gohan attached a leash to the collar before informing his lover that he would be serving him and their close family at dinner tonight.

Gohan watched for a moment to see if Trunks would resist this, they had not discussed exposing his new status to the others but Gohan was proud of his lovely slave and his beauty and wanted to show him off. “You may speak.”

Mirai Trunks thought for a moment, if he did this there would be no turning back. He wasn’t worried about Goten and Goku, they would probably be begging to borrow him. He was worried about his sire’s reaction. “Master, I’m concerned about how my father will react, that is the only hesitation I have.”

Gohan smiled as he replied, “Don’t worry Trunks, Vegeta has had a sex slave before, and has actually been one. He even explained to me that it was a Saiyajin tradition on planet Vegitisei that the heir prince spent some time as slave to become a better leader later” He laughed aloud at Mirai Trunks’s shocked look. “I also told Goten and Otousan about this while you were at training and they are looking forward to seeing you, as a matter of fact they are glad that you have decided to do this. They like the schedule we have of complete freedom during the day but at evening you begin your role as slave.”

Gohan led Mirai Trunks towards the dining room where the others were waiting; he couldn’t wait to see their faces as he presented his slave. His love was so beautiful and his submissiveness was positively intoxicating. Gohan smirked with satisfaction as he heard the gasps of the others as they saw Mirai Trunks. “Trunks, greet the others,” he commanded.

Mirai Trunks gracefully sank to his hands and knees and crossed the room to kiss the feet of each of the other saiyajins before returning to Gohan’s side and rubbing his face against his master’s legs like a great cat.

Allowing Mirai Trunks to rise, Gohan lead the way into the dinning room. He and the other saiyajins took a seat as Mirai Trunks went into the kitchen to gather the huge amount of victuals needed to feed four starving saiyajins. He served each plate and filled each glass flawlessly, before kneeling down on a soft pillow between Gohan and Goten. As the others talked and ate from their plates, Gohan and Goten fed Mirai Trunks bits of food with their hands. He took the bites delicately into his mouth, sucking gently on the fingers to clean them after swallowing the food. As the meal progressed the sexual tension rose, especially for Gohan and Goten as Mirai Trunks licked, sucked, and kissed the hands that fed him.

After the tons of dishes induced by a saiyajin meal were cleaned up, Mirai Trunks joined the others in the den. He sat on the pillow by Gohan’s feet as they discussed the advantage and inconvenience of various fighting techniques. Gohan gave permission for Mirai Trunks to speak freely as he was bombarded by questions about his training. Mirai Trunks’s silky skin was constantly caressed by Goku or Goten throughout the conversation. Mirai Trunks could see the looks of pure lust in the eyes of his stepfather and brother in law and knew Gohan would be receiving requests for his services soon. He wasn’t sure at this point if Gohan would be willing to share but that was a debate for the future.

It was getting late and Gohan was more than ready to ravish his koibito but first he wanted to give his family and stepfather a sight to take with them into their dreams tonight. Getting their attention he asked a question that stunned them but didn’t surprise Trunks at all, instead it excited him more than he already was. “I’m going to spank Trunks, not because he’s been bad but because it gives us both pleasure. Do you wish to watch?”

Goku just about creamed himself at those hot words. He saw a similar overpowering desire to see this in his son’s eyes and something close to pride in his lover’s ones. He practically purred his answer of “Yes!”

Gohan felt his pants become tight at the knowledge that he was planning to redden Mirai Trunks’s lovely bottom in front of the others. “Trunks go get the wooden paddle and bring it to me.” Mirai Trunks trembled in excitement as he retrieved the thick paddle and brought it to Gohan. Gohan gestured for Mirai Trunks to position himself over his lap… now the fun would begin.

Gohan gently drew Trunks’s hands behind his back and locked the wrist cuffs together. Slowly, he massaged the soon-to-be-abused flesh before raising his hand and bringing it down in a firm smack. Gohan decided to warm Mirai Trunks up with his hand before applying the stout paddle to let him know how much he had been pleased by his submissiveness. For several minutes all that filled the room was the heavy, excited breathing of their fellow saiyajins and the loud smacks as Gohan’s hand fell on Mirai Trunks’s vulnerable bottom again and again.

Gohan stopped spanking his slave with his hand when he had covered Mirai Trunks’s entire bottom and upper thighs and they were a nice, light pink. He had enjoyed Trunks’s whimpers and moans as he had applied his hand firmly to the rounded globes… now it was time for the paddle.

He presented the paddle to his lover who blushed brightly when he noticed his master had engraved his name on the flat part that he’ll soon get spanked with. Gohan tremendously enjoyed the admiring kiss of devotion Trunks gave to the device of torment, then raised the wicked item and brought it down in a resounding SMACK.

Mirai Trunks cried out as he felt the first blow of the cruel paddle against his sensitive behind. His world narrowed to the burning feeling on his bottom as Gohan mercilessly rained blow after blow with the thick wooden paddle. He found himself moaning and crying even as he thrust his bottom up to meet the harsh blows. Dimly, he could hear Goten, Goku, and even Vegeta giving Gohan encouragement and egging him on. With each skilfull and painful blow his neglected erection rubbed on Gohan’s rock hard thigh and he drowned in bursts of intense pleasure. He heard his master’s voice tell him ten more licks would be applied to his delicate and already sore bottom and Trunks knew these would be the hardest.

Gohan smiled as he watched Mirai Trunks’s bottom go from light pink to a rich cherry red. He gave ten final blows, five to the sensitive upper thighs and five to the delicate under curve of his lover’s bottom. Gohan ran his hands over the burning hot flesh and snickered as he thought about liking freshly baked buns. He leaned over and licked the reddened flesh, savoring the moans of pleasure from his slave. His heart swelled with love and pride for the lavender haired beauty, Gohan gently drew Trunks up into his arms and headed towards the bedroom. He laughed out loud as Goten and Goku pounced on a stunned and obviously surprised Vegeta in a haze of lust that came from watching him lusciously reddening Mirai Trunks’s pert bottom.

He lay the handsome saiyajin prince in his arms on the bed and quickly began to kiss and suck on every inch of his soft and well muscled body, as he told him how pleased and proud he was of him. Trunks’s radiant smile was proof of how glad he was that he had pleased his master.

Mirai Trunks sighed with relief as his nipples were released from the tight clamps and that his sore and still burning bottom was lovingly laved by Gohan’s tongue, strong hands caressed his chest, thighs, and stroked his engorged arousal. Trunks thrust helplessly into Gohan’s hand, desperately seeking release but the heartless hand pulled away leaving him unsatisfied. Trunks felt himself flipped over and was drawn onto his hands and knees. He felt oiled fingers carefully plunge into his depths and he cried out as Gohan struck that hot spot deep inside his body.

Gohan was in a frenzy he never knew before. He wanted nothing more than to thrust himself deep inside Mirai Trunks’s tight welcoming heat but knew he needed to stretch his love first. He was always careful with Trunks and made sure he never did anything to actually hurt the saiyajin who held his heart. Soon the slim and well muscled youth beneath him was ready and he plunged deep inside of him until his heavy balls struck the cherry red bottom and his lover cried out in pleasure and pain. Gohan was so aroused that he immediately began to thrust hard into the soft body, hitting the prostate with each perfect thrust.

Gohan knew he wouldn’t last long. The feel of Mirai Trunks’s hot bottom and silken depths were getting to be too much. Reaching around, he released Trunks’s erection from its confinement and began to stroke it in time with his powerful thrusts. After only a few seconds he heard that breathless alto begging to be allowed to cum. Gohan gave his permission as with a final thrust, the two came together.

Gohan and Mirai Trunks laid sated and exhausted in their shared bed cuddled against one another. “I love you Gohan,” came a soft sleepy whisper.

“Ai Shiteru Trunks-koi,” came the loving response. Both settled down to sleep full of love and satisfaction.