Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Chizzari ❯ Chizzari ( Chapter 2 )

There is no rhyme or reason to becoming a chizzari. It's a matter of if it feels good, do it. Bardock felt good. His tail twined with the king's, his hands exploring the planes of the man's back. His tongue was locked in a battle for dominance, one he gracefully lost once he realized what he was doing. He pressed himself against the king, hips thrusting.

He would never admit it, but the thrusts were to make things harder for Nappa. Try as he might, he just couldn't forget who knelt behind him, between his spread legs. He wouldn't deny the man knew what he was doing - but Bardock would have really preferred the king to do his own prep work. He said as much, whispering his wish huskily into the shell of the royal ear.

Bardock got a ghost of a laugh and a stinging slap across his bare butt for a reply, before the king dropped to his knees in front of the chizzari, engulfing Bardock's raging erection. Bardock's hands clenched in the king's hair, he threw his head back. He barely heard the crowd's roar of approval, or the bawdy suggestions thrown to both Nappa and the king.

Thick fingers entered him, making him buck against the king's mouth. His tail whipped frantically, uncontrollably, then stroked across King Vegeta's back. His legs buckled a bit, he groaned, shifted so that he could still stand. Tails wrapped around his ankles; he was summarily pulled to his knees. The king continued his oral assault, alternately laving Bardock's flesh with his tongue, or sucking so that the honoree gasped and moaned for breath.

The tails twined around his, pulling and stroking, then drifted away to brush over every inch of his sensitized skin. Bardock moaned again, louder, a wordless plea to the tormenting king, whimpering when the king pulled away instead of continuing. He was turned suddenly, entered with a sudden firm thrust even as Nappa picked up where the king laid off.

Bardock cried out, startled by the suddenness of the taking - a chizzari ceremony usually lasts much longer, being drawn out until the honored one is practically begging to be used. The king growled, a harsh counterpoint to his own cry, forcing him forward toward Nappa's jutting erection.

He protested only a little when the king forced his head down, his own pleasure enough to finally overcome his distaste at having Nappa for a partner. He didn't try very hard to satisfy the man, most of his concentration was on the king's powerful thrusts. He howled, his head thrown back, Nappa entirely forgotten when his orgasm overcame him.

And whined, wriggling his hips backward, when the king pulled away. He got a slap on the ass, twisted to give the king an offended look that swiftly turned extremely lustful when he was yanked backward and had his hips pinned to the floor. The king lowered his head. "OWWWW!"

King Vegeta looked up from between his thighs, blood running from the corner of his mouth. "Chizzari…"

Raditz watched, trying to keep his emotions under control, trying to remember that this was an honor. But watching Nappa tongue his father turned his stomach. He fought to keep his expression steady, but the longer his father was fucked, the sicker he felt. When Nappa began… preparing his father, his control nearly broke. He had to catch himself from fleeing the dais.

Raditz clenched his jaw. This was his fate. Nappa and the king would use him, just as they used his father. His long, thick hair would be shoved to the side so the audience would be able to watch as they assaulted his body. His face went slack with the realization that his father would be fucking him as well.

He realized, standing there, that he could not go through with this. He just couldn't. Again, he had to stop himself from running from his duty. He clenched his fists, schooled his expression and began the process that will allow him to do as he must. He could not allow his feelings to get in the way.

The king and his father cried out their completion. Raditz knew what he had to do, but to his consternation, discovered that the trance was incomplete. When the king stood before him, Raditz glanced quickly at Vegeta. He was to be the prince's chizzari, and there was still the possibility that the prince might yet demand his right to take him, might keep the others from taking him. One rape would be bad enough… but still preferable to three.

The prince remained still, only his tail's twitching giving any indication to his mood. Seeing no hope, Raditz knelt slowly before the king. He swallowed, hard, and forced his hands to touch the royal. He leaned forward, his breath coming shakily, and swiped his tongue across the swollen cock in his face.

Immediately, he shook his hair forward, hiding his expression from everyone. He forced himself again, kissing the shaft. And froze at the touch of another's hand on his ass. He couldn't stop the small whine that escaped, couldn't stop himself from moving into the king to get away from that touch.

What he was doing to the king he could control. He shut his mind to the other sensations, not realizing how tense he became, and concentrated solely on pleasuring the king as best as he could. Raditz had never, in his life, been with a male. He'd never wanted to. He managed to catch the whine this time by stuffing his mouth.

Three tails played with his body, four hands stroking him, two others suddenly keeping his head where the king wanted it. His distress mounted in spite of his attempts to control it, his tail wrapped so tightly around his waist that both hurt. The remainder of the thin veneer of calm the half-completed trance had provided shattered, this duty too far out of the realm of the familiar.

Every touch made him flinch away, each caress of a tail making his own clench his waist tighter. His fingers clutched at the king's hips, digging in when his own father began stimulating his less-than-erect self. What little breath he managed to draw was expelled in a muffled cry of disgust when he felt Nappa's tongue probe him.

The king held his head, bobbing him at the rhythm the man wanted. Raditz choked, tried to push away, and had his face slammed into the king's crotch. He gagged as thick seed filled his mouth, coughing when he was finally released. The king stepped away from him, kneeling behind his father again.

Raditz swayed, head bowed forward, hair hanging to hide his face. His arms crossed, defensively, touching neither of the two men fighting to kiss, lick, and suck him. Their efforts were successful, his body responding at last to the demands made on it. His tail slowly unfurled, to be immediately twined with and petted, ruffled.

He was pushed forward, a new mouth on his cock now and the owner's cock before his own face. His hair fell over them both, hiding the fact that his lip service was barely minimal. He felt the push against his backside, the painful stretching, and every single double-slammed thrust. His father rode him, the king once again taking Bardock.

Raditz moaned, his tears soaking into his hair. His body shuddered convulsively, his father following soon after. He went limp, thinking it was over.

The king mounted him. Raditz screamed, not having expected the fresh invasion of his sore body. The king pulled him up, tail and hands exploring his body, his voice whispering in Raditz' ear. Raditz moaned, denial, pain. His father joined Nappa in front of him, this new affront bringing fresh tears to his eyes.

The king held him upright, pulled his hair away from his face. Raditz shuddered, trying to turn so that he couldn't be seen, but knew his weakness was clearly obvious to anyone still watching. He gasped and cried as the king took his pleasure, whimpering in relief when the man shuddered against him.

Even so, he knew it wasn't over. The king had told him they would all take him, over and over until they were fucked out. His father had been spared most of Nappa's touches, but this was not to happen with him. He trembled when the older Saiyan knelt behind him, his eyes meeting those of the prince. "Please…" His lips moved soundlessly.

I am surprised that Raditz appears so uncertain. Usually, there is no problem, not with that technique. However, perhaps he had not had the opportunity to perfect it. I lean forward just a bit, realizing that Raditz' tail does not hang freely. And, I am able to recognize the unhappiness of the little whines and other noises he makes.

There is no mistaking his disgust when Nappa begins his part of the process, or when his father begins caressing him. I realize that it is not that he hadn't perfected the technique, he hadn't had enough time to set it up. He is being raped, and he knows it.

Somehow, it does not surprise me when my father mounts his again, and watching the two of them fight for Raditz' cock excites me in spite of the defensive, unhappy posture of my chizzari. When his tail loosens to be immediately set on, my own begins swaying happily. It is not so bad after all! He's responding… moaning.

His father is fucking him, Nappa's sucking him. I can hear him, those moans… he's crying. I cannot tell if my father notices, he's fucking Bardock again. It's sickening. My tail stops swaying, wrapping around my waist. I can hear those sobbing moans, and they make me ill.

I sit, frozen on my throne, unable to decide what to do. He's mine! Mine. He was chosen for me by my father, but I had suggested him. He is mine. I have the right to claim him… but I won't. Not yet. Not here, not now, not like this. Not like this. His father moves before him as mine enters him, making him scream. My father pulls Raditz' hair away, showing him to the audience and to me. My hands clench on the throne, the metal creaks and warps in my grasp.

I can clearly see the tracks the tears have made on his face. I can see them fall as my father continues to rape him. I hear the cry when my father speaks to him, the whimper when my father pulls away, see him tremble when Nappa kneels behind him.

He looks at me. He says, "Please."

I move, Nappa can find someone in the crowd to fuck. I toss him into it, pull Raditz away from our fathers, towards my throne. My father is too busy with his to do more than glare at me. Raditz wraps his arms around my waist, and I stroke that luxuriously thick hair as he sobs against me. I let him cry until he is down to the hiccupping stage. I croon his name, gently, my tail twining through that mass of hair to stroke his skin.

He looks up at me, fresh tears shimmering in his eyes, his lower lip trembling until he bites into it. I push him back, fluffing his hair out so it forms a screen, and kneel before him. I kiss him gently, barely brushing my lips across his own. The tears spill, I kiss each one away. "I won't hurt you, Raditz."

I do not bother to remove my robe. Like his hair, it will conceal what we do from those still watching. I have never liked an audience, but there is nothing I can do about it. I prepare him quickly, he responds to me much faster than to my father. I have done this before, I know what to do. A moment later, his eyes widen in shock. I kiss him again, seeming to be the ruthless prince plundering what is his. And his response to me is not sickening, or fearful. He very nearly worships me, and I let him.

It is the only time we will be together. It is the only time we can be together. Tomorrow, I must go back to Frieza's ship. I will not take Raditz with me, will not have him raped again the moment I must leave him alone. The furball has raised some interest among the elite warriors. It's his damned hair.

I bury my hands in it, tipping his head up. My teeth close gently over the juncture of neck and shoulder; I apply just enough pressure to break his skin and draw the slightest amount of blood. It will not leave much of a mark, if at all. I draw away, see the surprise on his face, the confusion.

"I asked for you." It is not much of an explanation, but does erase the confusion. Our hips thrust together, and I bite him again, deeper, as my body climaxes. I pull myself away, push him so he lays on that thick mass of hair. I lick the blood away from the small wound I've made, make certain I haven't accidentally claimed him as a mate. The bite isn't deep enough for that, though it will scar, and it is with relief that I make a leisurely trail of kisses to his groin.

He is ready to explode, and it only takes one strong pull from me before he does. To my great relief, he isn't bitter. Tangy sweet, a savory flavor. I nuzzle against him, prodding his legs further apart. This time, my teeth sink deeply into his flesh. Unlike his father, he does not cry in pain - although he very nearly yanks my hair out! My mouth is dripping with his blood when I raise my head to look at him, and I feel a surge of fierce protection for the male I pin beneath me, kiss so savagely.

"My chizzari. Mine alone. No other shall take you, ever again." I swear this to him as he surrenders himself to me. Those dark eyes close, but not before I see the defeat and pain in them. I pull myself from him, pull him against me so that I can rest my head on his shoulder. "Nor shall I, Raditz, if you do not wish it. I… understand."

I feel him tense, know he has understood when his arms come up around me. And when his tears begin falling again, I know they are for me, because I am the prince, and I cannot allow anything but my pride to show. Raditz is my true chizzari, in the oldest sense of the word. He is my weakness.