Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Salvation ❯ The Hunt ( Chapter 2 )

Warning: This chapter contains multi-boy on boy, sub/dom, and bondage. I'm sure there is some others floating around here, but those are the major.

If the religion bores you, scroll down a few pages to the action. However, I felt I should give credit where it's due before completely turning it into blatant smut.

Enjoy

Chapter Two: The Hunt

"..and he wants you to actually observe both rites?"

Goten nodded, looking incredulous. "Yeah, and possibly a third."

"Wow, you must have really fucked up," Trunks intoned with a bit of a grin. "When I took his class he was pretty easy-going about essays and homework."

"Lucky you," the younger drawled, curling his lip. "Obviously, he's gotten a lot harder."

"Oh I don't think so. It's `Western Religions 101'," he emphasized. "It's an introductory course. I think you were just slacking, like the lazy asshole you are."

"That's beside the point." Goten retorted with a lop-sided grin, earning a laugh from his childhood friend. The dark haired teen's face sobered slightly, "So," he continued, "are you going to help me out?"

Trunks looked dubious. "I don't know.."

"Oh come on!" Goten pleaded, "I have to observe a Spring Rite and you're the only Wiccan I know. Where else am I going to find another neo-Pagan group in such a short amount of time?"

"Okay, first off, drop the `neo', it's insulting."

"But-

"See, this is exactly what I'm afraid of," Trunks continued cutting his friend off. "You and I can bullshit around and that's great. But, to be honest, you're a little closed-minded." He shook his head slightly at the look of surprise on his companion's face. "Well, let's face it Goten, you are, and I don't want you offending anyone in the group."

"I won't!"

Trunks raised an eyebrow.

"Really I won't," Goten promised. "Look," he said when Trunks did not appear to be appeased, "maybe you're right." He sighed. "Maybe I am a little narrow when it comes to religion," he admitted, "but if I possibly saw it in action, perhaps I'd have a different view point. You have to at least to give me a chance, I promise I'll be on my best behavior."

"You promise?…Noshit, absolutely, promiseto watch your mouth?"

"Yes, I swear."

The lavender haired young man sighed heavily, "All right, I'll talk to Tara. But I mean it, man, you have to approach this with an open mind. This is a RHP group, that pretty much means we have an `open arms' policy."

At his friend's confused look, he explained, "There is going to be a wide variety of people there, some of which you are going to think are really weird. In other words, keep your judgments at home, got it?"

"I got it," the younger man nodded, wondering why his friend was being so pushy about the matter.

A few days later he found out why. Trunks had talked to Tara, who was the leader of the Lunar Tides Coven, and she had agreed to let Goten observe the festivities. They where meeting at her house, which was in the country, 20 miles outside of West City. Apparently, she owned a fair share of woodland, which was optimal for the ritual.

When Goten first arrived, he thought he had mistakenly stepped into the Renaissance Fair. People of all makes and sizes milled around in brightly colored robes, period garments, and gothic clothing. Many of who, where carrying medieval weapons such as swords and axes all gripped loosely in hands, or tied to back and waist. As they past, he overheard conversations about role-playing games, such as D&D and the Masquerade, and still others about totem animals and spirit guides.

`What a bunch of dorks', had been his immediate thought. But then he remembered what Trunks had said about keeping his judgments at home. So, pushing his thoughts aside, he had followed his friend through the crowd. They approached a short, red-haired young woman wearing a loose light-green robe.

"Hey Tara," Trunks greeted, "this is Goten, the one I was telling you about."

The woman smiled warmly at him.

"Hi, Goten, as Trunks has probably all ready told you, I'm Tara, the elected high-priestess," she offered her hand which he took, "I understand you have a project you're working on?"

"Yeah," Goten said a little shyly, "I was wondering if I could talk to you a little about the Spring Rite?"

"Sure!" she grinned, "just follow me, it's a little noisy out here."

Trunks waived his good-bye as his younger companion followed the Priestess into her small house. Taking a seat in the living room, Goten looked around as she went to get refreshments. There where several fat `boobie' dolls situated around the room, as well as a five-pointed, up-right star with a circle around it on the wall. He had seen most of the people outside, including Trunks, where this symbol around their necks. Goten had a rough idea what a pentagram was; he knew it wasn't Satanic or anything, but some sort of ancient mystical symbol. His eyes darted to the bookshelf, eyes running over the titles and authors; Cunningham, Starhawk, Buckland, Farrar, and Dunwich. He remembered a few of them vaguely from class. He cursed himself; why hadn't he paid more attention?

Tara returned with two glasses of spiced cider. The demi-Saiyan thanked her and, producing a notebook proceeded with his questions. She had clarified what the essence of Wicca was-

Which he knew beforehand thanks to Trunks- explaining it was a Nature based RHP, or Right Hand Path, group that practices white magick. He listened, scribbling notes as she spoke. She went over the credo of "Harm none and do what ye will" and the story of the Mother Goddess and the Horned God, and how the Days of Powers revolved around their union.

Although it still sounded a little cheesy to him, it wasn't near as bad as he originally thought. In fact, he found some aspects pretty interesting, such as the divination tools like the runes.

After she had finished, Goten knew what Ostara was about, but he still didn't know what it entailed.

"Well," she said, "we're bending the rules a bit on this one." She leaned back, curling a leg under her, "You see a lot of us are going to be out of town during Beltane, which is the May fertility ritual. So we're kinda doing a mixture of both. But don't worry," she assured, "we'll be sending the kiddies home for that one."

"O-kay." Goten said confused, he had noticed some children running around earlier, but didn't pay it any mind.

"You'll see" she winked. "Hey, would you like to join in the ritual? It's not hard, just follow Trunks lead, he'll guide you through it. Unless of course you're uncomfortable with it."

The dark haired youth's immediate response was `hell no, I won't go', but then 17's words floated through his mind, "The more effort you put into it, the more you will get out of it." Kami knows he needed the extra points. He had to pull his grade up from a 28%, and his writing skills were crap. What the hell, he thought, what did he have to loose?

"Sure, if you wouldn't mind."

"Great!" she chirped, "We'll be starting in about two hours."

Goten thanked her and had her sign and date his notebook complete with her e-mail address and phone number. After thanking her again, he went outside to look for his best friend. He found him sitting in the middle of a bunch of people, decorating hard-boiled eggs for the children's egg hunt. He joined them, thinking it a bit silly at nineteen years old to be sitting here painting eggs, but he was enjoying the conversations with a few of the other members. While some of them where indeed dorks, a lot of them where pretty cool. For instance there was a guy named Terry who looked like he stepped out of a Conan movie, sporting a full beard and carrying a battle-ax. Turns out, he made the thing from scratch and restored motorcycles for a living. And later they had joined him in a drum circle, and that was just plain fun.

Sooner than he expected, it was time for the ritual. At first he regretted agreeing to it. He felt like a complete moron, having incense waved over him to `purify' him to join an imaginary circle. He nearly rolled his eyes as he put his arms up in the air at different intervals, repeating back what Tara was saying about the Mother Goddess and Her `awakening' from the cold winter months. But then the atmosphere suddenly changed. An elderly woman collected the children and loaded them into a van to be taken to the sleep over party down the road.

"Now," Tara proclaimed with a smirk on her face, once they where gone, "let us honor the rite of Beltane."

There where exuberant cheers in the circle, and more than a few raucous laughs. Goten was startled at the sudden shift in mood, but he tried to shrug it off.

Night had settled and a bonfire was lit in the middle of the circle. Tara moved towards it along with two other women. Her voice was no longer a flighty pitch, but deeper, more throaty. She raised her hands and started invoking a list of spirits and deities. Goten raised his hands along with the others, but this time he could feel a distinct buzz in the air, much like his own ki, even though he was completely powered down. No, this was coming from around him. He found himself swaying slightly because of it, and looking around, so was everyone else. What in the hell was happening? Yet, all conscious thought seemed to flee him. He couldn't hear what Tara was saying, he could only pick up phrases like `union of Sky and Earth, `Mating of life..rebirth' `Stag and the Maiden." It was this last one that caught his attention, making something in his blood heat up.

"It is said, in times long past, men would hunt the Sacred Stag on May Day. But only one would be able to fell Him. This warrior would be great, gaining the essence of the Stag and mating with the village Maiden, whom would become High Priestess, and the warrior her High Priest."

Tara lowered her arms, outright leering at the many men in the circle, "Since we don't have a Sacred Stag available at the moment, we'll have to improvise." There was more boisterous laughter, and a few hoots and catcalls. She smiled, and motioned towards one of the girls who procured a set of antlers attached to some woven straps. Tara took them and started walking methodically around the circle, pausing before each member for a second to look them over before moving on. Finally she walked past Goten, then unexpectedly back-stepped to face him.

"I have found our quarry!"

Trunks, who was at Goten's right, started laughing, as had everyone else in the circle. The younger demi-Saiyan looked confused. Tara simply smirked, "That is, if our quarry will accept."

He looked at Trunks, the lavender-haired youth nodded his head, "Go on," he whispered, "they'll just chase you around," he leaned in, "but be sure to keep your ki down, they have to be able to catch you."

Goten nodded. "I accept." Yet, he had a feeling he would have agreed even if he Trunks hadn't explained the situation. The odd sensation in the air intensified once he was presented with the antlers causing his pants to tighten pleasantly.

Tara's grin spread wider, "Wonderful."

She strapped the antlers to his head. Once she was done, all of the men stepped forward and dropped their robes. Goten's eyes widened. They where buck-ass naked! But to make matters freakier, they had strange symbols painted up and down their bodies. He recognized these as the `runes' Tara had spoken to him about earlier.

"Let the Hunt begin!" she exclaimed, and suddenly the men where rushing towards him. Without any further prodding, Goten bolted towards the woods; the wild, naked, men hot on his heels.

Reminding himself to slow down, he darted over fallen logs and thorn bushes as the men behind him slowly gained ground. Unfortunately, at this slow pace-for him at least-he kept getting snagged on passing branches. So, with a curse, he flung off his shirt, much to the delight of his pursuers. After a few moments, something in his blood told him he had led them around long enough. He slowed his pace, humming as he felt himself harden further in anticipation. Anticipation for what, he didn't know, nor did he care. In fact, he had completely forgotten to feel ashamed about `springing wood' in front of a bunch of strangers altogether.

Suddenly Terry, the bearded motorcycle man he had met earlier, leapt and tackled him to the ground. He rolled underneath the bigger man onto the soft earth of the forest floor. The demi-Saiyan fought back against his instinct to struggle, and instead went limp in the rugged man's hands.

"I've caught ya," he panted, "though it wasn't easy. You really gave us a run for our money."

"Thanks, I guess." Goten said, panting himself, although he wasn't run down like the big man above him.

The rest of the men quickly caught up, many baring torches. In the light, the teen looked over to see Trunks grinning madly at him. Apparently, he had stayed back on purpose-fucking ass munch-and was now enjoying his best friends `helpless' state.

Terry pulled himself up, along with Goten, still holding his wrists.

"Okay boys, let's string him up."

Wait, Goten thought warily,what do you mean, `String him up?'

A fire was lit and two leanly cut men appeared dragging a large pole behind them. It looked as if it was carved from a tree trunk, Goten couldn't be sure, what he did want to know was, where in the hell did they get it? It was odd looking, with its loop at the top and crudely carved animals seemingly crawling up its length. However his attention was soon taken away as the men sat the pole on end.

Quicker than he would have thought possible, the pole was hammered into the ground. He felt the big man lift him with ease, and was quite impressed with that fact, as he was held against the pole, toes dangling two feet off the ground. A plank was nailed under his feet and soon he was lowered to stand on it, though the burly man did not release him.

It was then that three young men came forward with spools of various colored ribbons in their hands. The demi-Saiyans eyes quickly darted down their naked bodies to stare at their crotches. Well, at least he wasn't the only one sporting a hard on. One of them winked at him as he climbed his companion's shoulders to loop the ribbon at the top of the pole. When he was done there where roughly two dozen thick strands coming from the top.

Forming a circle around the pole, each man took an end of the ribbon. The dark haired teen gasped as Trunks approached him with a knife, but after gracing him with a wicked grin, he handed it to Terry and returned to the circle. Suddenly there was a yell and he heard the beating of drums, and a trill of a flute behind him. He wanted to twist his head and look in the direction the music was coming from, but Terry unexpectedly spoke.

"I think our catch is a little too overdressed, what do you say lads?"

There was that boisterous laughter again. Goten squirmed as he was pushed back with a hand on his bare chest.

"But judging from this," he trailed his finger down the flat muscled stomach, "I'd say he's in top physical condition. How about we find out if the rest of him is so trim, hm?"

Hoots of agreement echoed around the circle.

With a grin, the larger man pulled the waist of Goten's pants and underwear back and worked the knife under it slicing the material from his hip down to his ankle. The same process was repeated on the other side, until what was left of his jeans and boxers slid down to the ground in shreds.

Now free of the offending material, Goten's prick cried out in joy springing forward to greet its many on-lookers.

Sighs of appreciation hit the demi-Saiyans sensitive ears but Terry was outright chuckling.

"I'd say we'd caught quite the stag."

There where groans at the big man's poor sense of humor, and he laughed at this, "Bring the oil."

An old man approached-Goten didn't bother look down at his package-and he was anointed with a strong smelling substance at his temples and his chest. One of the young men who had brought the ribbon earlier, rubbed another pungent oil into his knees and feet, and with a sly smile, swiped the end of his leaking prick. Coyly, he brought his fingers to his lips, sucking off more than oil, much to the demi-Saiyan's delighted shock. Finally another man, roughly thirty, smeared his brow and, stone-faced, his testicles. Goten gasped and wriggled a bit, wondering again why he wasn't offended or ashamed of any of this.

With a nod, Terry backed away to pick up the last free ribbon hanging from the pole.

"I claim this catch as my own, does any one dare to challenge me?"

Not a word.

"Good lads," he said with a jovial smile. Joining the circle he cried, "Let us begin!"

The drums picked up and gradually the men started walking around pole twining the ribbon around their prey tighter and tighter to the wood behind him. After a few rounds, they darted back and forth and under each other until the teen was practically woven into the wooden pole behind him.

Without warning the drums stopped, as did all the men. Knife still gripped in his hand, Terry strode forward and tilting the youth's head up slashed the blade across his neck. Well, made a slashing motion four or five inches above the demi-Saiyans skin, metaphorically, slaying him.

There was a resounding howl as the taller man reached up and with some help un-strapped the antlers from the youth's head. Taking them, he walked away to present them to his priestess, where later she would reward him by slinking off into a secluded area to `celebrate.' Many of the other men followed suit to find maidens of their own, however five boys remained, including Trunks.

The lavender-haired youth eyed the other males for a moment before stating, "I claim the carcass."

Goten sniffed at being referred to as a `carcass', but unfortunately the ribbon over his mouth didn't allow him much room to protest.

"You'll have to fight me for it," one said, the good looking blonde young man who had winked at him earlier.

"Me too," piped his redheaded, cute, companion, his somewhat short, but thick erection bobbing as he walked closer to the demi-Saiyan.

"Well, Trunks, since it's you." Said another man, a little older than the rest of them, "I'm not going to challenge you." He then gave him a meaningful look and a small smile that the bound teen couldn't decipher.

"Me either," said the fifth, for which Goten was glad to hear, the guy was a little…fugly. He cringed at the thought of being touched by him, and sighed in relief as he watched him turn to walk back into the forest.

"Thanks Scott..and you too, Quentin," he yelled after them. His eyes narrowed, "Now as for you two…" He leapt at the blonde knocking him to the ground. The redhead snarled and joined the fray, throwing himself on the two of them. Somehow they all rose to their feet, grappling for a moment, before the red-head kicked the blonde's feet from under him, causing them all to tumble to the ground.

Goten watched hungrily as the naked boys wrestled with each other, wondering when Trunks was going to quit pissing around and win. Shuddering in pleasure, he hoped his friend would take his time; this was a pretty damn good show.

Sweaty, ink and paint-stained bodies strained against each other, each trying to gain purchase over the other. Grunts and more than a few moans issued from the men as heavy sacs and cocks brushed each other, or in some cases jabbed in especially sensitive places.

The redhead arched, panting, "I concede."

Trunks and the blonde exchanged a glance and smiled, momentarily stopping to flip the redhead over on his stomach. Finding a loose vial of oil they slicked up their fingers. Goten choked as he watched the blond shove his finger roughly into the other boy's ass. His dark eyes bugged when Trunks did the same thing, only he inserted two.

The redhead moaned softly beneath them, apparently he had been in this situation before, Goten was sure if it had been him he would have been screaming at the top of his lungs. Pushing himself up on his hands and knees the redhead thrust his hips back into the other youths hands, signaling he was ready for more.

In a silent exchange the blonde handed Trunks a cellophane package and tore another open. After working the rubber on, the blonde coated his long prick and then handed the vial to Trunks to do the same. Positioning himself behind the redhead, he placed one hand on his hip and with the other guided himself into the tight winking rosette awaiting him. With a groan he buried himself halfway in, leering at the pink skin stretching wider over his cock. He pulled out and repeated the action forcing his hips down more until finally his balls where flush against the other's ass.

He thrust shallowly three times and then pulled out, the boy underneath him groaning at the loss. Scooting over, the blonde allowed Trunks to take his place, but the demi-Saiyan was not so gentle. Placing both of his hands on the tan boy's ass, he spread the cheeks and balancing on the balls of his feet rammed his cock into the slickend hole. The red head cried out, attempting to thrust madly back against the invading length, but Trunks ignored him and pistoned his hips three times before pulling out and letting the blonde pick up where he left off.

Goten's mouth went dry. He didn't think he was gay. Okay, sometimes he'd have a wet dream that would involve another male and he did think his professor was kinda sexy, but at most he considered himself curious. He liked girls; well he thought he did. He certainly liked tits and pussy…or pictures of tits and pussy, he hadn't had any experience. But right now, the sight of Trunks and his friend fucking the other boy was making him hot as hell.

After udilating his hips a few times, the blonde backed away to let Trunks have his turn, but apparently the light-haired boy was in his stride; as instead of sitting back and watching he moved around to the boy's face. The redhead, being clever, opened his mouth and let the blonde slide in, sucking greedily along the way. The youth threw back his head and moaned, pushing his swollen cock deep within the other's throat.

That must not taste very nice considering where its just been, was the last coherent thought Goten had before his mind went numb with lust. He shuddered when the gorgeous blond threw back his head and tensed, apparently Trunks liked it too, as he groaned and reached around to grasp the redhead's bobbing prick. There was a scream as he tugged a few times and stream after stream of cum splattered on the ground. Pulling out, he pushed the boy aside and rounded on the blonde.

Gritting his teeth, the blonde collected his senses and grappled with the other boy, but he was still shaking from the after effects of his last orgasm and quickly was pinned to the ground. Trunks hungry mouth covered the blonde's for just a moment before he spun the boy around and lifted his hips. With his still slick fingers he prepared him, grinning as the blonde yelped and spread his legs wider to accommodate him. Quickly pulling the condom off to replace with a new one, he slicked himself up and pressed into the wet squeezing canal with a growl. He threw himself over the boy's back, pinning his shoulders down to the ground while he smashed his hips against the boy's pale ass with a resounding * slap *. The blonde was beyond words so he simply gasped as he was plundered over an over. The demi-Saiyan's hips jarred and shook as he tensed his back and thigh muscles, grinding his aching cock deeper into the channel that was clenching wetly around him.

Goten strained against his restraints unknowing, thrusting his hips in mid-air as if to get relief. This was…wild. Biting his lips he watched as his best friend rutted with the good-looking blonde who had teased him earlier.

A few more minutes past, before the blonde came with a yell, his contracting muscles pulling the demi-Saiyan's orgasm from him. Digging his fingers into the other's hips he pressed himself in as much as possible without hurting his friend as he emptied the last of seed. There was a pause as each collected their breath, and softly they muttered something Goten couldn't hear. The blonde looked in Goten's direction, and sighed a little in disappointment as he pulled himself up and trotted off into the darkness of the forest, leaving Trunks and the trussed up demi-Saiyan alone.

Once he was sure they where by themselves, Trunks shot a few ki blasts that cut easily through the ribbon allow Goten to jump free. He stared at his childhood friend with wide black eyes. Trunks mis-read this and flushed in embarrassment.

"Um, I know you're straight and all, so sorry about that, but I knew if I left you alone Vince, he's the blonde one, and Chad would have, um, well they would asked to basically do to you what I did to them. So I thought, I'd spare you the embarrassment…I guess I went a little too far and got-

He never got to finish his sentence as he was thrown to the ground. In a brilliant display of strength Goten pinned Trunks arms behind his back and clumsily crushed his lips to the other boys. Trunks stiffened in shock for about two seconds before retaliating, his erection stirring to life again. Breaking away he powered up and threw a blow to his younger friend's cheek. However he doubled over when a knee struck him in the stomach. They went on like that for a moment, until-surprise- they where back on the ground. Trunks rolled on top of the slightly taller boy.

"Are you sure about this?" he breathed, not wanting to jinx his luck, but he didn't want to push things either.

Goten bit his lip, "I don't know…I know I want to get off," he paused here, "but I don't want to, you know, have, well, I don't want anything.." breaking off again. Luckily Trunks apparently spoke `nonsense' and nodded.

"I think I know what you mean," and with that he pressed himself on top of the younger boy, lined their cocks up and writhed against him. Goten's eyes rolled, he was a virgin in every sense of the word, excluding those long nights with his hand, so he found the sensation phenomenal. He felt so free, so uninhibited…so primal. He ground against the boy above him, thrashing back and forth as his prick rubbed between his washboard stomach and Trunk's hard prick.

The older boy moaned at the look of ecstasy on his friend's face, and swooped down for a kiss, letting his tongue trace the other boy's lip begging for entrance. Goten relented with out much coaxing and opened his mouth, allowing the tongue to slip past his teeth and explore freely.

Working a hand between the two of them, Trunks grasped both of their pricks earning a shriek from his companion. Wrapping his legs around the older boy, Goten thrust into his grasp, cock sliding in the oiled grip with * thwap*. Cursing and moaning, he arched his back and tore his fingers across the ground as he burst into his friend's grasp. Trunks was not far behind as he too released on the both of them.

Goten lay panting, his eyes drooping with exhaustion.Maybe this religion crap, isn't so bad after all, was his last thought before he let sleep overtake him.

Note: The earlier portions of this text was based on fact, however, what happened to Goten at the end does not happen in Wiccan ritual, (at least none that I have witnessed), this was simply my over active imagination at play. No offense was intended.

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