I Made You a Snack

Author’s Notes to
self and others: I don’t own DBZ, I just use the
characters and twist them into my own personal fantasies. All I have is a class=SpellE>crapload of action figures, and some VHS/DVD box-sets. Oh!
And my Vegeta wall scroll! He gets to watch me at
night….

Warning: I’m a class=SpellE>yaoi fangirl. Meaning, I like
male on male pairings. If you don’t…then I suggest you start doing so, because
there’s nothing better! U_uclass=GramE> Goten/Trunks,
Vegeta/Goku are the main pairings, Gohan/Piccolo may
show up later. Err….I just realized that
this may turn slightly incestual. But since there
will be no mpreg in my fic,
the risk of inbreeding is gone so I don’t see any issues.

Random Notes and
such: Sorry about the length between releases…hope you all had a nice
holiday or something. I want to
thank Dark Serapha for brainstorming with me for this
scene… and I want to DEFINITELY thank my two muses, Keddy
and Janet, because this chapter would be a limp penis without them.

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Goten grabbed the seat of the
chair he was perched on, toes curling as Trunks’ talented tongue made another
swipe up his shaft but ignored it enough to be sure that his master could not
climax. “Oh gods….” The black-haired demi moaned,
tossing his head back and writhing. He stopped only momentarily as he sensed
another presence. His father was hovering over him, and the next thing he knew,
there was a strong hand fisted in his hair and hot lips covering his own. class=SpellE>Goku devoured his son’s mouth in a scorching kiss, taking
the dominant role as the two tongues battled for superiority. class=SpellE>Goten was breass wss when his dad finally parted, leering
down at him. Goten was too drained of everything to
say much and so Goku attacked him again, silencing
him just in time as Trunks began to suck him to completion having already
cleaned the chocolate and strawberries off his Master’s body. As class=SpellE>Goku moved in for the kill, Trunks returned to his teasing,
deciding to prolong Goten’s torture.

Goten moaned into the kiss,
setting Goku off even more. The full-blood would have
come right then and there as he devoured his gorgeous son if it hadn’t been for
the damn restrictive cock-ring, securely locked around the saiyajin jewels. class=SpellE>Goten began to struggle, from both lack of air, and dire
need. “Gods father…” he whied aed as he broke away, turning his head to the
side, just in time to meet Vegeta’s amused gaze. The
young demi’s pleading eyes begged for the other
dominant to call off his pet and Vegeta was feeling
lenient so he snapped his fingers and summoned Goku
back to him.

Goku reluctantly slunk back to his
master’s side, glowering balefully up at Vegeta. “Why
can’t I have any more fun!?” he demanded. “I was just getting’ started!” class=SpellE>Goku whimpered, re-adjusting himself on the floor to make
himself as comfortable as possible considering his straining erection.

Vegeta cuffed his slave over the
back of the head. “Quiet Bakarotto, you’ll get your
turn, eventually. Right now I think that Trunks and Goten
have their own needs to take care of,” he added casually as he motioned to
Trunks who was going back down full throat on his master. Goten
was squealing loudly, being incredibly vocal over the entire experience, his
hands clenching tightly in the violet locks at his crotch.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Trunks! Enough!” class=SpellE>Vegeta suddenly ordered, standing up and earning himself a
quizzical look from Goku. “Part of this weekend is to
not only to test the pets, and to make sure they are well trained, but it is to
also test the master. This one’s a test for you,” he intoned, motioning for
Trunks to get down on the floor. “Let us see you exert a little self-control as
you make ‘sweet love’ to your pet here.”

Trunks blinked, scrabbling up onto his knees and preparing
to stand, “I don’t wanna do THAT while you watch!” he
protested, whimpering as class=SpellE>Vegeta placed a booted foot on his back and shoved him
roughly to the ground.

“Your master doesn’t care what you want to do when or where.
It will be done, and it will be done now!” Vegeta
growled, pulling the boy’s small thong down to his knees. Trunks yelped, struggling
and trying to escape. Goten by now had regained his
breath and, despite a raging, dripping, erection, was standing beside the
downed Trunks.

“I’ve got control Vegeta-san! I
don’t know what you were suggesting, but name the challenge and I’ll prove to
you that I’m worthy of my title as a dominant!” the black-haired class=SpellE>demi snarled, thumping his leather-clad chest for emphasis.
Vegeta grinned. The boy was obviously feeling
insecure. He pointed at the quivering naked buttocks of the submissive on the
floor. He then reached over to the shelf and grabbed a small tube of lubricant,
offering it to Goten who took it and smeared it on
his already engorged cock.

“Control. Self-control.
Show restraint when fucking your slave -- you are obviously in need of release,
but I want you to really work Trunks’ rear over before you seek your climax,” class=SpellE>Vegeta instructed. Goten’s eyes
widened. He had not expected that kind of challenge, but he knew he was up to
it! He had more self-control than anyone!

Kneeling behind his whimpering slave, Goten
gripped the body harness of the pet, pulling him across the marble floor
towards him. “Now, now,” he admonished Trunks as the boy struggled. “Maybe you
need a littlcentcentive to behave while we prove to Vegeta
that your master is a competent dominant.” He pulled the reluctant boy over to
him and gripped him tightly around the waist, delivering a series of hot spanks
to his creamy white ass, red handprints springing up on the surface of the pale
skin. Trunks yowled in protest.

“Dammit Goten!
That hurts! I don’t need a spanking! I don’t want to be fucked in front of my
father and his lackey! I don’t want to be here at this kinky weekend anymore, I
want to go home NOW!” Trunks snarled, kicking out at his captor, trying to
struggle free. Trunks was a shy individual. He wasn’t
an exhibitionist, and he was ashamed of the fact that his father was so
disappointed in him being a submissive. He didn’t want his dad to see proof of
his weakness.

The dominant demi’s eyes hardened
like ice. “Shut up,” he ordered, trying to show unwavering confidence. “class=SpellE>Bakarotto,” he said quietly, turning to look at his dad.
“Go fetch the gag.” Goku blinked then nodded,
scuttling off to fetch the gag as ordered. He returned it to his son who motioned
for him to put it on Trunks. The lavandar-haired class=SpellE>demi fought against it, but with a simple pressure point
being poked in his jaw, his mouth opened and the gag was inserted and fastened
behind his head. “No more talking from you. I hate a lippy slave-boy,” class=SpellE>Goten announced, pulling Trunks over his lap and
administering a heavier spanking with a ki-enforced
hand.

Muffled screams wracked the silence of the room as Trunks
howled around his gag and thrashed with all his strength as his muscular ass
and thighs were peppered with crimson streaks of pain, delivered by an angry class=SpellE>Goten. Vegeta shook his head.
“You are spanking in anger. One should never spank in anger. You should have
full control of the situation and your emotions. You have neither. You only have
the upper hand because of your superior strength and Trunks’ lack of class=SpellE>ki. Before you fail my little test utterly, I think that it
is time for you to start the act of penetration. You seem to be dripping on my
floor.” Vegeta’s voice was low and dangerous purr as
he eyed the white beads of precum on class=SpellE>Goten’s leaking member.

Goten swallowed nervously.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He reached and touched Trunks’ buttocks,
separating the cheeks, exposing his puckered entrace.
The sight of it made him even more erect than before, and his nerves screamed
for completion. His cock was already good and wet, so he skipped adding extra
lube for the time being. He felt an
intense sensation on his cock’s head as it entered Trunks’ tight butt, and the
sensation only grew as he gradually sheathed himself.

Vegeta smirked as he saw the
obvious strain that Goten was under. The boy would be
lucky if he lasted five minutes with all the self-control he was exerting. A
gasp drew his gaze down to his pet who was resting at his feet. ‘class=SpellE>Hmph. Must be a trait that runs in
the family.’ A sheen of sweat coated Goku’s muscles,
and Vegeta watched them slowly clench and relax as
the Saiyajin watched his son slowly take Trunks’ ass. He knew that if he could
see Goku’s eyes they would be blazing as he watched
the proceedings in front of him. Looking back up, Vegeta
could see that Trunks’ struggles were lessening as Goten
pushed repeatedly up against his enflamed butt. Glancing back down at class=SpellE>Goku, Vegeta let out a low growl
as he saw his slave’s hand hovering dangerously close to his prick. A sharp
slap and a harshly whispered reprimand (after all, even beginner slaves know
not to indulge in self-pleasure) reminded Goku that
this contest was about control.

Goten had just buried his cock
deep in Trunks’ ass another time when he caught sight of his father and class=SpellE>Vegeta out of the corner of his eye. Goten
let out a moan as he realized that he and Trunks were what was causing the
elder Son’s hand to hover above the large bulge that was barely concealed by
the loincloth. Htchetched, wide-eyed, as Vegeta’s
hand landed on his father’s ass and felt his hips jerk involuntarily. A good
spanking was one of his favourite things, and the
picture the older couple made was an incredibly erotic one. As Trunks’ butt
clenched around his erection, Goten felt himself
losing control. He tried to regain it by drawing it back out, leaving only the
tip in. But the sensation and the visuals were too much and he entered again,
more quickly. As his movements gained speed, Goten
found himself fighting with all his might not to climax. However, it was a
battle he had already lost, and, soon he was thrusting in and out furiously.
Next, with a shout of pleasure he came deep inside Trunks’ ass, his cock
pulsing until seed leaked out to dribble down the purple-haired class=SpellE>demi-Saiyajin’s thighs. As he leaned heavily on his
partner’s back, his knee’s too weak to support himself, Goten
reached around and roughly grabbed Trunks’ cock stroking it, giving him
implicit permission to come, which Trunks took with a muffled cry of pleasure.

Allowing himself one final smirk as his son collapsed onto
the come covered floor, Vegeta strode over and
grabbed the two brat’s by the scruffs of their necks
carrying them over to a pair of wooden chairs which had been placed discretely
by the wall. “As interesting as that display was, I am afraid that it did not
show much control or restraint on either of your parts.” He leaned in closer as
even more red tinged the already flushed cheeks of his son and class=SpellE>Goten, enjoying the way the delicious blush made them look
even more innocent than they were. “Not that it wasn’t enjoyable,” he allowed
himself the satisfaction of a leer before continuing, “But control and
restraint are at the heart of all BDSM; if one cannot control oneself, as a master,
you place your sub in danger. If a sub cannot control class=GramE>themself, they are of no use as a sub. In order to
teach you this lesson, you will both sit here and watch whatever I choose to do
with or to your father. You will not touch yourselves or each other, and you
will not come.” Seeing the defiant gleam in Goten’s
eye (the boy had gotten used to giving orders, not taking them) class=SpellE>Vegeta glared at him and added, “You asked me to help you, class=SpellE>Goten. I consider you my student in this. Obey me now as
you would on the training field, knowing that I only ask this of you in an
effort to make you better.” As he watched understanding dawn, class=SpellE>Vegeta straightened and strode back to his waiting pet.

Upon reaching Goku, classllE>llE>Vegeta bent down slightly before he whispered in the younger
man’s ear. “You will perform a pole-dance for our guests, one of the same class=GramE>caliber as those you give me, but you may not touch them.
Then you will bend over the table in front of them and allow me to fuck you
senseless. You will only come with my permission, and you will NOT lose
control. Understood?”

Receiving a quiet ‘Hai’, class=SpellE>Vegeta nodded sharply before walking over to the wall and
pushing the button that lowered the gleaming silver pole from the ceiling.
Leaning casually against the wall, he watched as his slave walked over until he
was directly in front of the boys before Goku spun so
that his back was facing them. At Vegeta’s nod, class=SpellE>Goku swallowed, and slowly bent over, lowering his
loincloth so that his whole body would be exposed to their eyes. He felt
himself getting even harder as the perversity of what he was about to do, a
pole-dance for his son and his lover’s son, hit him. The fact that he could
feel three pairs of eyes boring into him, following his every motion only made
him more eager to please. He was ready.

Grabbing hold of the slippery pole, Goku
vowed that the young pair’s test of endurance would not be easy. Carefully
placing his loincloth to the side, he grabbed a tube of lubricant and squeezed
it out onto his hands. Returning to the pole,
Goku proceeded to smear it over his body, starting
with his chest, paying particular attention to his nipples.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He then moved lower, moaning as his hands
touched his crotch. He fondled his balls
for a moment, and then moved his hand up and down his shaft.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He squeezed more lube out onto his member,
and let it run down inside his thighs.
He bent over, rubbing lube down his legs exposing his entrance.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He ran his wet hands up the back of his legs,
and over the back of his crotch. He was
ready for the pole. His hard body
embraced the pole. His cock met the pole
on his right side, and he slid up and down the pole.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His body moved from a completely vertical
position, all the way down to the floor, with his knees bent.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He tilted his head back at the bottom, and
made rapid movements up and down. He put
his hands on the floor behind him, exposing his erect hardness even more to class=SpellE>Goten and Trunks. Goku then stood
up and put his back to the slick pole, his hands grasping the pole above his
head, causing his back to arc wantonly.
The pole slipped up and down between his butt cheeks.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He slid down to the ground once more, his
legs spread wide open. His cock stood
out in front of him, burning and hot, while his balls hung below, sweaty and
dripping. The whole package was just
aching for a touch, but Goku had only the pole to
soothe him.

From their hard chairs the boys watched the show with
intense interest. Two pairs of eyes followed every thrust, every stroke, every
writhing motion that Goku made. For Trunks it was
almost as if his master was putting on a show for him, the similarities between
his lover and his lover’s father apparent, and this thought made him long for
his master’s touch. If this is what Goten looked like
in thirty years, well, that was fine with Trunks. For Goten,
he found himself with a painful erection, and for the first time in several
years, unable to cure it by plunging into his pet’s sweet ass. He wanted to
show that he could be a good master, that he could control himself, his pet,
and his urges. But with the way his father was moving, it was getting to be class=SpellE>Kami-damned hard.

Although his eyes remained trained on the younger ones,
making sure they complied with his orders, Vegeta
couldn’t help but notice the sexuality of his mate. Goku
looked like pure sex when he did this, and although Vegeta
would never admit it, a pole-dance by Goku was
probably the fastest way to get him off. Growling slightly as he watched the
boys stare at his mate, Vegeta decided to rid himself
of his jealousy and his dripping erection with one stone.

“Lie down on the table,” demanded Vegeta.
Goku complied, and put his chest down on the table,
his feet still on the ground, with his ass open and waiting to receive class=SpellE>Vegeta’s staff.
“This is how you maintain control and exert self-restraint, class=SpellE>Goten,” said Vegeta, “Watch
carefully.”
primed his thick stick, more for show than anything, before penetrating class=SpellE>Goku. To make his
point even more clear, he grabbed ahold of class=SpellE>Goku’s cock which was hanging over the edge of the
table. The added pressure of having a
hand on Goku’s cock while fucking him slow and hard
would make for a superior show of control.
Vegeta teasingly stroked Goku’s
hanging member before he penetrated his passage. In rhythm with his stokes, he
forced his dick inside Goku’s rear.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He went in hard, and drew out slowly.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Goku gasped at the
intensity of the double sensations he was feeling in his crotch.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His body writhed every time he was fucked
hard up the rear. The slow drawback was
making it hard for him to maintain control.

“Goku!style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Control—you’re losing it!” said class=SpellE>Vegeta harshly. He
was doing fine, but Goku’s inconsistency was making
it hard for him to maintain his form. He
took his hand from Goku’s cock and started to spank
him hard with every thrust instead. class=SpellE>Goku soon settled and was able to keep still while his
master drove his shaft up his ass. class=SpellE>Vegeta returned his hand to Goku’s
swollen member, grabbing it hard this time every time he entered class=SpellE>Goku. class=SpellE>Goku, despite the fire in his loins that burned for
release, managed to keep himself in check, teetering perilously on the edge as
the piercing sensations ran through him with every thrust.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

“You are doing well, my pet,” whispered Vegeta,
his teeth scrapping over the bond scar, before he locked them roughly on class=SpellE>Goku’s earlobe, as he commanded, “Come for me.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The harshly uttered command, and the release
of his cock ring were all Goku needed. His gasp
filled the air as he let his juices flow. As he felt his pet’s ass clench
around him, Vegeta began to fuck Goku
faster than before, leaving the spurting cock alone, as he was certain it
didn’t need any more stimulation now. class=SpellE>Goku’s bulging shaft let go as Goku
let out a yell brought on by the intensity of the orgasm.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The floor was shot with semen, splattering
both his and Vegeta’s feet.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Vegeta now allowed
himself to experience his own orgasm. A
gushing of fluid came into Goky’s anus.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Vegeta’s empty cock
slid out of Goku’s ass, leaving his juice dripping
onto to the floor, mixing with Goku’s ejaculate.

“Get on the floor,” commanded the dominant. “Lick it all
up.” Goku
complied, enjoying their mixed flavour; class=SpellE>Vegeta’s familiar taste, salty and bitter, and his own,
more unusual, but satisfying none-the-less. As he cleaned the last of the fluid
off the floor, he was presented with a black leather boot, the toe of which was
splattered with come. Purring deep in his chest, Goku
proceeded to worship his master’s footwear, enjoying the smoothness of the
leather, and its taste as it mingled with that of their passion. As much as he
would have liked to observe this whole endeavor, Vegeta
forced himself to look over at the boys, and found himself staring at two
lust-glazed pairs of eyes, sweaty bodies, and shaking muscles. Two quivering
erections bulged up against the boys hard abdomens, and he could see how
tightly their fists were clenched, their lips bit to keep from grabbing each
other or from releasing themselves. He smiled and looked back at class=SpellE>Goku, pondering when he should release them from their
torture.

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Okay! So that was the main sex-scene! ^_^ Hope you
enjoyed….I sure did X_x Oh gods. :D Review and tell
me what you thought of it so I can either improve or do the same thing for next
time. Anyhoo…. I’m rather excited about the future
chapters, so there shouldn’t be as much length between releases.