The little tyrant sat atop his throne, bored out of his skull. He looked to his best friend, who happened to be the general and ordered, "Go bring me something to play with."
The massive, long-haired individual bowed to his lord and walked out of the throne room, heading straight for the holding cells. Within were their newest prisoners, the old having already been eaten. He walked down the narrow hallway between the long line of cells, looking for the right being to torment.
He spied one in a corner, asleep and was instantly angry at it. His narrowed eyes spotted a much larger being beside it with an arm around the sleeping one. He unlocked the door and strode inside. Everyone backed away from him as he stalked his unwary prey. The protector, if that was what he was, wasn't doing a very good job because his eyes were staring at the far wall. Raditz stepped closer to them and pulled the arm away from the semi-comatose prisoner and watched as he instantly woke. Raditz then turned his eyes to the owner of the arm he held and saw the lifelessness of him; the endless grey stare. He struck the body with its own arm and imbedded it into the skull, the wet crunch was music to his ears. But no one else's, the people in the cells all stared at him in horror; they didn't know the man was already dead.
Raditz let their screams wash over him, they didn't anger him, they made him happy. Returning to the task given him, he grabbed the frightened soul in the corner and walked it to his king.
Noticing how the creature clung to Raditz, Vegeta said, "Found a new girlfriend while you were at it?"
"No, sir," he answered, "Your girlish screams are more than enough to soothe my heart and keep me forever by your side."
The king laughed and Raditz flung the alien onto the floor before him. The dirty thing trembled in fear and rose shakily to its knees without being orderd to. Head bowed and eyes lowered.
"Well, she has good manners." The king commented before stepping off the throne to inspect his quarry. With all the dirt and grime, the captive looked to be pale grey with dark grey hair. Vegeta put an immaculate hand to the being's chin and raised the head to look at it. Awestruck citrine eyes pierced into him. The king swallowed reflexively in the grasp of the wild glare. For some reason he couldn't quite explain, he held back from striking the daring fool. The frightened thing must have gotten its senses back because it soon lowered its gaze back to the polished black marble floor.
"You're very tall for a female that isn't saiyan." Vegeta saw the head slowly turn from side to side. He looked to Raditz, "I told you, good manners," he beamed, then turned back to the creeping thing on the floor, "You may speak."
"I'm not female, either."
"You smell like one," Vegeta countered.
"But I taste better," he smiled and it even hit his eyes, but they were lowered, so no one saw the beauty of it.
"Wow, it's got balls and actually uses them too. How novel in this day and time." Vegeta bent down and kissed the lips of his new slave.
But he pulled away and backed up marginally, head almost to the floor as he cringed down like a dog that knows it's been bad. "You don't know where I've been, sir," he explained.
Vegeta laughed, "You don't know where I've been either." Then he calmed and inquired, "Where have you been?"
"Sir, I'm dirty. I've been passed around that cell for months. God only knows what diseases they've given me. I don't want to infect you, lord. I don't wish to die because of them."
"Who said I was going to fuck you?"
"I've never met a soul who wouldn't."
"Didn't you get a look at me? I'm a little too young for that!" he laughed at the stupidity of his subordinate.
"I've had younger."
The saiyans were aghast at his revelation.
"Why?" asked the monarch.
"It was an order."
"From who?"
"My previous master. Dodoria. He's a--"
"I know who he is! Are you Trying to make me sick? I ought to behead you for this foul imagery that's now in my head."
"Forgive a worthless whore?" he begged.
"Raditz, take what passes as his clothes."
With a nod, he stepped forward and ripped the filth-encrusted garments from the parasitized body, bringing the naked thing to his feet in the process.
"Grotesque," Vegeta intoned at the emaciated form before him. "No wonder I thought you were a girl, you're so horribly thin."
"It's disease, lord."
"You brought me a dying toy, Raditz?"
"We're all dying, Vegeta."
He glared at Raditz, "Some a little sooner than others."
Raditz gulped.
Vegeta abruptly turned and went back up the dais to sit upon his throne. He motioned for his general to follow immediately after. He handed Raditz a remote control device and bade him press the button. He did so and a large vat of blood poured down upon the lone alien below them.
He screamed in shocked horror; the warm liquid sliding down him. A large pool of it was underfoot, but his clawed feet kept him stable and upright.
Raditz smiled at His Majesty and bounded back down the steps, tossing the device behind him to land carelessly on the floor. He pounced on the blood-coated form, throwing them both to the ground, spinning so he'd land on his own shoulder and side, lest he break the fragile creature in hand. He then rolled over and atop the prone figure and started licking the life juices from the supple form.
The warm blood, the warm body and especially the warm tongue were getting the thin man excited. He tried to help his devourer out of his army-issue raiment, but was foiled by two strong arms pinning his two weak ones down. Still aching for more warmth, he pressed upward, rubbing himself wantonly against the saiyan's belly.
Vegeta laughed and taunted, "I think he likes you!"
Raditz smiled devilishly and kept cleaning the slippery prostitute. It was a slow process. The mewling and panting form beneath didn't help matters. His mind kept wandering, thinking of what was to come instead of focusing on the present and the lovely taste of the blood. He did his job clinically, though, not treating one part any different than another.
All of which was frustrating his charge. The naked one wrenched a slippery wrist free and thrust it between his own legs, dipping a finger into himself before Raditz noticed what he was doing. When he lifted his head at the sounds and saw what was going on, the saiyan grabbed the wrist, instantly freeing the digit and squeezed brutally before tossing the arm away like a dead eel.
"Please?" he begged, his haunted eyes pleading for help. For mercy.
Raditz had no qualms with hitting him and proved it as he punched him in the leg. "I'm not here to please you. If you want something, ask him." He nodded toward their young master.
"I think he likes being hit. He didn't cry out....maybe you should hit him some more."
"No! Master! Please! No!" He yelled, looking from one to the other as he did so.
But Raditz only listened to Vegeta. He started pounding the wilted body into the floor, succeeding in creating more pools of blood to be licked up. The punching bag was very silent during his beating, his only sounds were groans and labored, erratic breathing. When Vegeta finally called a stop to it, the depraved man's bones were broken and some were even sticking through his skin. His eyes were getting dull and he looked to be on the verge of losing consciousness.
Raditz just went back to carrying out his king's previously implied order. Flipping the broken vessel over, he started on the other side. An hour later and the blue color of the prisoner's skin was evident on the whole of his body.
"Nice color. I bet it's hell giving him shots, though. Probably can't see his damn veins." The little tyrant stepped down from his throne to inspect the dampened creature. His bones were far too close to the skin. But as he rolled him over, he noticed it made his genitalia look huge. Awed at the sight, he glanced over to Raditz, who in turn smirked at him.
"Quite a treasure I plucked from the pit, don't you think?"
"From the spit, you mean?"
"Nah, he's too bony to eat."
"Well, swallow anyway."
Raditz laughed, "Yeah, but I think I'll try, just to make sure."
"Go for it," he encouraged.
Raditz removed his attire and crawled on top of the prone form, uncaring of the blood and spit. He looked into the glassy unfocused eyes and reached out to grab the chin. Holding it still, he leaned in closer and kissed the man.
The tormented one instantly stirred at the contact, stiffening slightly at the large mass above him, pressing down on him, before relaxing and timidly kissing his lord. The ache in his body was never any match for his rampant lust, the wounds went unnoticed while the flames churned in his belly.
Raditz bore down harder on him and kissed him ravenously. The clawed hands that sought to explore his body were easily denied their quest as he gripped them at the wrist and held them still. He moved down to the neck and had to force down visions of himself ripping into it. He laved one long, slow stroke across it and then lowered himself farther.
Lower and lower he went, taking a lick here, a small bite there, until he was at the fork in the road. Deciding to take neither the right nor the left, he dove on the erection in between. Thin legs wrapped themselves around him as his tongue lapped at the swollen flesh. Monotonous rumbling moans issued from the throat he had spared, bypassed in his journey. He made it change pitch with a few well-placed nips, but decided he liked the purr-like sound and stopped his harrassment. He engulfed the pulsing penis, letting it in as far as it would go before releasing most of it again, its slick sweetness making him want it even more. He reclaimed it over and over til it gave up its sugary issue.
But Vegeta was getting angry. His loyal friend's hair was down about them, over his arms, back and spread out on the floor; all in all, it was obstructing his view. "Dammit, Raditz! I can't see anything!" The young emperor punched his general in the shoulder and rolled the fornicators over.
Still in blissful rapture after his devourment, the blue one came to rest with his chest on the floor and his ass in the air atop Raditz's chest; but he wasn't in any hurry to move. He was grabbed by the hips and slid down the other's body til his belly was atop a larger one. He kissed the chest he lay upon and rested his head against the broad warmth.
Feeling slighted by their togetherness, the king decided to join in. He walked between their spread legs and parted pale cyan flesh. The body shivered and the head turned to fearfully question him with its bright eyes. He gave a cruel smile and shoved his clenched fist inside the inviting orifice. Thin walls gave way as he plowed deep within. Strained moans filled his ears. Raditz held the plundered victim still while Vegeta tore into him. When he could go no farther, he yanked himself free only to plunge back in. Hitching grunts were his welcomed serenade. Soaked in blood from his uneasy entry, he turned his wrist and thrust again, hitting the prostate so he could watch him grind into his friend. Spurred on by the hedonistic display of rocking, grinding bodies before him, he slammed into the crevice over and over, striking the gland relentlessly. When the walls began to squirm and clench around him, he had to will himself not to power up to release the pressure. He soon smelled the distinct scent of cotton candy and wondered from whence it came. He pulled free of his self-inflicted confinement and headed over to speak to them.
"I'm going to go back where I was a minute ago and I'm going to see you," he pointed at the one on top, "riding his, "he pointed to Raditz, "big fat cock." He didn't wait for an answer, he turned around and retraced his steps.
Tired and sore and breathing heavily just from the thought of what he was about to do, the azure man lifted his abused carcass and felt behind him for the stiffening phallus of his overlord and savior, yet infrequent abuser. Rubbing the tip with his thumb, he livened it enough to impale himself and stood up. Backing over it, he was slightly amazed when he was grabbed again, the king spread his cheeks to placate his voyeuristic tendencies. A chill went up his easily visible spine as he slowly descended upon the monstrosity that was the general's penis.
The one with the lion's mane calmed himself as he was taken into that tight inferno. He let his partner get used to his massive girth before he thrust eagerly into the narrow channel. The slickness quickening his passes as he stroked the velvet lining.
Vegeta watched the huge erection disappear inside the thin body only to reappear at increasingly faster speeds and shorter intervals. It made him wish he were on top. When they cried out their rapturous words to one another, he almost turned away. He wished he were older and could fuck whomever he pleased. Still a little boy, he decided to keep acting like one. He stormed over to them and powered up and slit the slave's throat with a finger. A flood of blue blood poured out and drenched Raditz who only laughed at his king.
"You really need to stop doing that, Vegeta. Everytime something good comes along, you come over and take it from me."
"You're going to have to wait til you can take it from me, love."
"I hope you can handle all this pent-up aggression. Years of sexual frustration as I wait for you to mature..."
"You won't be able to hurt me if you tried. I should be a super saiyan by then."
"I hope so. But the way I see it, you're digging your grave."
"But it has your headstone."
"I think I'll shut-up before you decide to bury me in it."
"Good idea." Vegeta got on his knees and kissed his best friend.
The End
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