WARNING EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. ADULT READERS ONLY.

Light bondage, orgasm denial, graphic descriptions of sexual activity, yaoi, m/m sex.

You have been warned...

Enjoy!

Goten wasted no time grabbing the supplies he felt he needed to make this challenge too hard for Trunks to win. He had gone down the rabbit hole of sexual desire, and now the kinky, deviant side of the younger saiyan that he always felt ashamed to let show had complete clearance to emerge and do his absolute best to wreck the prince in under twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes didn't sound like much, but when being pushed to one's physical and mental limits all at once, twenty minutes could feel like a lifetime if done right. More detailed rules were set so there'd be no blurred lines in determining who won. Begging Goten to stop was considered the same as begging him to let him cum, so Trunks couldn't plead for either, or else be deemed the loser. Only Goten would know the time left on the timer. He knew that if Trunks was able to keep track of the time, he'd use that as fuel to push through the torment. He'd set a timer, show Trunks it was indeed set for twenty minutes, then place it down once it started until the alarm went off.

If Trunks came before the time was up, Goten would be considered the loser. He had to monitor Trunks' body language carefully. Goten was also not allowed to cum during that time, be it through his own self pleasure or by accident through the intensity of the game. If he came before twenty minutes, Trunks would win.

No stopping, no begging, no cumming. Twenty minutes.

Trunks watched quietly as Goten secured the rope that held Trunks arms out to the sides. He was bent over on the bed, and Trunks couldn't help but stare as the young saiyan's ass and thighs tensed while he was reaching over the edge of the make-shift bed, tightening the rope to the legs of the loungers.

"I gotta ask, why out to the side? Usually over the head is the way to go." Trunks pulled at his arm slightly to see how much movement he had- very little. Goten sat up and smiled down at Trunks, almost feeling aroused at the sight of the lavender saiyan realizing he was tied down snugly. Trunks pulled at his ankles and tried to bend his knees, hardly able to do so. Sure, he could have ripped the rope to pieces, but this was part of the game. Breaking the rope meant he couldn't take it anymore and he would lose.

Goten slid over Trunks' hips and straddled him, still holding a smile. His heart fluttered with excitement inside his chest, and he had to fight to keep a calm demeanor when all he wanted was to unleash all the things he had planned all at once on his captured prey. "Because," Goten began to reply, walking a couple fingers up Trunks' broad chest, "keeping your arms out to the side like this, means I have more access here." When he reached the prince's neck, he trailed a finger delicately up the side all the way to his ear.

Trunks let out a hiss and turned his head, trying to raise a shoulder to protect his neck, but could not with how tightly his arm was pulled. Not only that, but the moment he turned his head to protect one side, Goten simply brought his finger to the other side, now even more exposed, and did the same thing. Shivers ran over Trunks' whole body as he got the smallest taste of the situation he agreed to be placed in. Goten chuckled as Trunks whipped his head back to the other side, already looking annoyed.

The dark-haired saiyan leaned down, folding his arms over Trunks' chest, pressing his weight down. Trunks felt some of the air push out of his lungs as Goten's muscular frame pressed onto him. He could feel the taller saiyan's dick against him, already feeling a little stiff. Trunks' icy eyes met Goten's coal-colored ones, and they looked down at him with a type of lust that Trunks has seldom seen. Goten may have been able to kill a man in a heartbeat, but only if he had to. Otherwise, Goten was always a gentle, caring and thoughtful man, and would never do anything out of spite or to be cruel.

But right now, the wild look in Goten's eyes had Trunks wondering, just a little, if perhaps he had allowed something to open up in the younger warrior that maybe he'd be regretting soon.

"I'll give you one last chance. You can just say I have the ability to make you beg, and we can have a simple, feel-good fuck where we both get a happy ending. I'll make us a nice lunch and afterwards we can have a little nap together. I'll be the big spoon, just the way you like it." He gave a few soft kisses along Trunks' jaw, who closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of the halfling's soft lips.

Unnerving gaze aside, there was no way Trunks was going to cave. Certainly whatever Goten could dish out couldn't possibly be as bad as some of the physical and mental pain they had been through in battles. This was just sex, and everything about sex felt good, even if parts of it could drive someone crazy, it wouldn't hurt or feel bad. He just had to let Goten poke, prod and tease all he wanted for twenty minutes and not complain. He'd be fine.

"The way I see it, I'm going to be getting all of that without needing to admit anything." Trunks replied, opening his eyes as Goten lifted his head to look at him. The confident stare annoyed Goten, but it was also one of the hottest fucking stares Trunks could give. Cocky and confident. Thick lavender brows pinched over unwavering, icy eyes with the smallest smirk on his silky soft lips. It was the same look he inherited from his father, the dubbed "Saiyan Prince Smirk," something that drove him up the wall in the best of ways.

God, he couldn't wait to replace that smirk with desperate eyes and a mouth opened wide as moans and pleas spilled out of it.

Goten remained cool and simply smiled back. He sat up and plucked Trunks' watch off the bed, setting the timer. "We'll see now I guess." Goten replied.

Trunks watched with bated breath as the dark-haired saiyan kept a cool smile while beginning the countdown. He let out a gentle sigh and his eyes drifted up to the rustling palm trees overhead. Twelve-hundred seconds. Just count. Focus on counting. He thought to himself. Trunks was watching a cloud drift by when a watch with twenty minutes on it was placed over his face.

"Ready?"

Trunks looked from the watch to Goten, who looked like he was ready to race. The same determined look he would get before they sparred or fought in battle. That Son stare of already feeling like he would win.

Trunks gave a nod, looking just as determined. "Let's go." He replied.

Goten hit a tiny button on the side of the watch which gave off a tiny beep and the countdown began.

One, two, three, four, five… Trunks' mind started to count.

Goten placed the watch at the far bottom corner of the bed where Trunks wouldn't see and turned back towards the lavender warrior under him. He placed his hands down on his chest and slowly ran his warm palms over the creamy skin of the prince, eyes glancing mischievously down at him. He could feel Trunks' heart beating quickly under his hands.

Hah. He's nervous. Goten thought. He's acting like he's not worried, but I can tell. The dark-haired saiyan leaned down and started to kiss and nip at Trunks' shoulder. Hands explored down the sides of his ribs and waist and back up again. He kept his caresses even and smooth, his kisses and licks slow and soft as they moved towards his neck.

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three. Trunks counted.

He looked above him to the swaying palms and the white clouds dusting by. He felt the tender and warm hands run over him, and soft lips and tongue play all the way up to his neck. It already felt incredibly good, and being tied up, only able to receive the affections, made it feel even better. He tried to imagine every second as a pushup, or looked for shapes in the thin clouds in the sky.

Goten reached his ear and Trunks felt his warm breath and heard the slight tremble behind it. His skin prickled, then the younger saiyan brought out his tongue and lapped up the prince's earlobe into his mouth to suck and nibble on.

Trunks' eyes struggled to stay open. If he closed them, he'd lose the visual distraction of the trees and clouds, which helped him along with the counting.

Forty-four, forty-five.

Goten's hand trailed up to the side of Trunks' face, where it rested on his cheek. A thumb caressed his lips while Goten continued his advance on his ear and neck, his tongue trailing along. Trunks let out a shaky sigh and his lips parted as he did, which Goten took advantage of and carefully dipped his thumb into Trunks' mouth. He felt the lavender saiyan's tongue against the tip of his thumb, warm and velvety. Goten's cock pushed against his shorts and he opened his mouth wider, sucking on tender flesh at the crook of the other saiyan's neck.

Without thought Trunks licked and sucked on Goten's thumb and was very aware of the younger saiyan's growing member pressed so close to his own. He was already getting hard, turned on by the fact that he was restrained, that Goten could touch him anywhere and he had to feel it without doing anything about it. The challenge alone excited him, but Trunks was not convinced he'd give in. Yes, only a couple minutes in and he was hard for the halfling on top of him, but being hard wasn't, well, hard.

It wasn't until the wet thumb moved from his mouth to grazing over his sensitive nipple that a true flicker of hesitation appeared inside him. Trunks gasped and gritted his teeth as Goten's thumb slipped over him, and fiery bolts tingled through him.

One-hundred-thirty-eight, one-hundred-thirty-nine…

The breeze and Goten's circular touching hardened the slick nub, and the dark-haired saiyan lifted his head to look down at the prince, their eyes briefly meeting. Goten wanted to see his face as he took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it.

"Ah!" Trunks yelled, eyes momentarily opening wide. He pulled on the ropes with his arms and watched the smallest smile creep across his lover's lips. Trunks let out a groan, or maybe it was a growl. Whatever you'd call the sound, it sent Goten's stomach and heart swirling.

Shit. Trunks thought. One-sixty-two, one-sixty-

"Hah!" Shouted Trunks. Goten pinched again, harder than before, and Trunks jerked. The younger saiyan didn't say a word, but simply let his eyes drift from the restrained warrior to his hand, letting an index finger run circles across the now extremely sensitive bud.

Trunks didn't like it, but his cock did, and he felt it push against the thin fabric of his shorts. He grunted with painful frustration through his teeth and watched as Goten just smirked, looking down at what his own hand was doing.

"A little sensitive, huh?" Goten had the nerve to ask as he gave a sly smile, his eyes meeting Trunks' again.

"Nope. It's fine. Just surprising." Trunks shook his head and looked back up to the leaves and sky. Goten chuckled, knowing damn well that was a lie.

"So, if I do it again, on this one…" The tan warrior licked his index finger and placed it over Trunks' untouched nipple, caressing circles over it like before as he sat upon his hips. Trunks let out a sigh and a visible shiver, pulling at the ropes again. His eyes focused on the scene above him. "You won't flinch?" He gently grabbed it with his thumb and forefinger, not quite pinching it, but his fingers slid over the hardening bud.

"Mm mm." Trunks shook his head again.

Another chuckle from the younger saiyan. "Alright. Three, two…" He watched as Trunks swallowed hard. "One." Pinch.

"Nn!" Trunks' eyes almost squeezed shut as he jerked. He had tried to brace himself, but it didn't change the sensitivity even a little.

"Ah… so it wasn't just surprising then." Goten confirmed aloud. A blush ran across Trunks' cheeks as he refused to answer or make eye contact.

Goten slipped further down Trunks' body now, placing his knees between the older-saiyan's muscular thighs. His lips trailed over his skin, continuing his barrage of kisses, licks, nibbles and sucking as he made his way down. Of course, he made one more stop over a nipple, sucking it into his mouth before pinching it again with his teeth.

"Gah!" Trunks jerked again. Fuck! He thought, the fiery jolts shooting every which way.

A hand caressed Trunks' thigh, fingers pressing firmly into his muscles. Trunks let out a gentle sigh, thinking that felt much better than the attack on his nipples, but he already knew it wouldn't last. Lips continued to brush the skin of his abdomen and Trunks found himself shivering again. He was covered in goosebumps, the constant light touches making his skin crawl. It was a relief when warm lips would press against his skin, but then would be replaced with the light tip of a tongue which sent him back to fighting the urge to squirm.

The hand on his thigh served as a distraction, as just a few minutes in he had officially lost count of the seconds as the shivers and skin crawling sensations made him pause too many times. It squeezed and caressed him, inside his thigh and out. Trunks realized he was getting harder as he felt trapped behind his shorts. It was fine, though, this wasn't bad.

Goten sat up and drank up the sight of the nearly naked saiyan, his breaths were just a bit faster and shallow, which was a clear indication the younger warrior was doing something right. Now that he had warmed him up a little, it was time to move on. Goten leaned back and reached under the bed, pulling out a small tote bag and placing it on the foot of the bed. Trunks' eyes drifted down from the trees overhead to watch as Goten pulled out a dark latex glove and casually pulled it onto his hand, snapping the material after it squeaked and squeezed onto his hand.

Trunks found his throat getting dry suddenly. He knew what the glove was for. Sure, in the heat of the moment it was never needed, but he guessed when the glove was being pulled out, it was either because things were going to get messy, or Goten planned on needed his hand again after he was done playing with the prince and didn't want to stop to use the bathroom sink.

Another reach into the bag pulled out a pair of scissors.

"Wait, why- why do you have scissors?" Trunks asked nervously. "What do you need to do with those?"

Goten looked at his nervous lover and laughed, reaching out with one hand and grabbing one of the legs of his shorts. "Relax. I originally brought them to cut rope if I needed it, but it looks like I also forgot about getting your shorts off when you're all tied up, so…" He reached forward with the sharp scissors and started cutting up the leg of his short shorts.

"Wha- wait! Okay, hang on!" Trunks looked down with wide eyes and shock as Goten snipped away at the material keeping him covered. "I like these shorts!"

Goten paused and raised a brow. "Are you… asking me to stop?"

Trunks looked at Goten incredulously. "Wha- this doesn't count! You're cutting up my clothes! You-"

"The rules were, I do what I want, and if you tell me to stop, I win."

"Okay but, Ten, this has nothing to do with-"

"Are you begging me to stop, Trunks?" Goten nonchalantly sniped a few more times up Trunks' shorts until he cut through the hem and the fabric snapped apart, exposing his thigh and pelvic region.

Trunks held his breath in frustration. This wasn't exactly what they had discussed, but this was the game Goten wanted to play.

"No. I'm not." Trunks said as he looked sternly at the spiky-haired saiyan between his thighs.

Goten smirked. "Okay then." He reached over to the other leg of Trunks' shorts and began to cut again.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

Trunks let out a chuckle that kept him from yelling again and plopped his head back on the bed. "Oh-ho-ho, just wait until you lose."

The younger halfling continued to snip away at the shorts until the other half of the waistband snapped apart and slid off Trunks' hip. "Oh no." Teased Goten. Trunks growled and the deep tone reverberated through Goten's core, exciting him more. He put the scissors back in the bag and gently grabbed the fabric still draped over his hardening cock, dragging it off. The gentle brushing of the light fabric coming off Trunks' dick made him gasp a little, and his hips jerked just slightly to the side. This didn't go unnoticed by Goten, who smiled.

An ungloved hand slid up Trunks' inner thigh and made a steady course towards his pulsing member, where he slid his hand and fingers over his shaft and balls, his warm and gentle touch causing it to push against him. Trunks closed his eyes and shifted under his hand as it caressed him. Goten's fingers then wrapped around him and he began to gently stroke him.

"Aah.." Trunks let out a pleasurable sigh, feeling himself sink slightly into the bed. He had been tense during the softer, teasing touches, but now Goten had him by the cock, and he knew how to stroke his prince.

Trunks felt Goten's other hand touch his thigh, grazing it softly, then squeezing it. The mixture of touches only added to the pleasure of Goten jerking him off and another groan escaped. Goten watched Trunks' chest move with lustful breath, his eyes no longer searching for the distraction of the leaves and the sky. His limbs no longer jerked on the ropes, but moved slowly, as if with the rhythm of his strokes.

There we go… Goten thought to himself. Trunks was allowing himself to fall into the feel-good sensations, just like younger saiyan had hoped. He looked behind him to the watch: six minutes had passed. Goten wasn't worried, though, the things he wanted to do would have Trunks writhing in minutes.

The lavender saiyan's cock glistened with his essence that started to bead at the tip. Goten slid a thumb across the top to spread it over the prince's throbbing head, and Trunks jerked in his grip with a louder moan following. He used the slick wetness to stroke him better, his fingers continuing to slide over the tip to collect more.

"Oh…" More moans and the prince started to push his hips forward, his thighs tensing as waves of pleasure coursed through him with every twist and stroke of the dark-haired warrior's strong hand. Soon Trunks' dick was rock hard and standing proud inside Goten's hand. Trunks was no longer thinking of the game, only how good Goten's hand felt on him. He listened to the waves crashing and the wind rustling the trees, and the breeze only helped to light up the nerves under his skin. But he could also hear the sound of Goten rustling through the bag again, and Trunks quickly remembered he wasn't supposed to feel this good for too long.

Trunks opened his eyes to see, and feel, Goten sliding a bright green, rubbery cock-ring down the prince's pulsating dick and let it wrap around snugly under his balls and shaft. Trunks gasped and barely had the time to react to the tight sensation around his loins before Goten's mouth slipped over his erect cock.

"Ah!" Trunks yelped in ecstatic surprise before more moans escaped. Goten's tongue ran expertly up and down his shaft, and he could feel the soft, wet muscle rub over his slit. He pulled more on the ropes now, as the new restraint of his cock and balls only added to the sensation of being encased in the young warrior's hot mouth. Trunks was being gobbled up fiendishly, the licks and sucking making slurping noises, and even Goten couldn't resist but moan onto the prince's thick dick. The vibrations traveled all the way through Trunks, down to his fingers and toes and back again. The moans increased as Trunks could only lie there and feel everything being done to him, without the distraction of pleasuring his partner in return. Up and down, swirling around.

"Oh, Gods…" Trunks groaned, and he arched his back.

But then, Goten stopped. Not just stopped, lifted his head away from Trunks entirely.

Trunks' eyes shot open. All he felt was the wind on his cock, and it felt cold, and far to light, and he felt like he ached. He had crept close to cumming, and Goten noticed that.

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! Trunks had fallen for Goten's game.

He tried to gather his thoughts through the dizzy feeling of approaching orgasm, trying to remind himself it was okay, but then Goten grabbed him by the hips and pulled him further down the bed, spreading his legs further as his knees bent. Then Trunks felt a cool, slick pressure of something rubbing against his perineum. Slow, light circles, teasing him. It was too soft. His dick was already screaming for the warmth of Goten's mouth and the pressure of his tongue, but instead he was being left out in the wind with a slick finger toying near his asshole.

"Aahh!" Trunks let out a frustrated yell, mostly cursing himself for giving in so easily. He looked down to see Goten was on his knees in the sand just off the bed, smirking at him, one hand resting idly on his thigh, while the gloved hand brushed and teased fingers over an area nearly as sensitive as his cock.

Got him. Goten thought to himself.

An anguished groan came out of Trunks now, and he squirmed to move up the bed, away from Goten's teasing hand, but he was held firmly by the hip under Goten's big, strong hand.

Stop! Stop, stop! Trunks yelled internally. He bit his lip and nearly whimpered as fingers grazed over his balls and back down to his ass, the cruel dark-haired saiyan repeating the maneuver several times, all while Trunks was forced to keep the raging hard on that now became almost too sensitive for the breeze.

"How's this?" Goten asked, smiling devilishly as the older saiyan visibly started to writhe, just as he wanted. Out of sight, Goten's own erection throbbed painfully in his shorts. He had to fight the urge to pull down his shorts and start pleasuring himself for relief. You'll be balls deep inside him soon enough. He thought. "Do you… want me to stop?" Goten's index fingers brushed slowly from Trunks' weeping slit all the way down his length over his snugly wrapped balls and down to his entrance, then back up.

"Nn-no." Trunks managed to say, gritting his teeth, letting out a few frustrated grunts. The cock ring was doing its job at keeping him stiff and intensifying even the lightest of touches from Goten's tormenting finger.

"Oh good." Goten replied. Trunks was trembling and squirming, his breathing erratic, his brow pinched in concentration. It was time for another drastic move, so Goten snatched up Trunks' cock in his bare hand, and used the gloved tip of a finger to slide back and forth over his slit, lightly- of course. He didn't want to hurt the man, but the light and vigorous touch was all he needed.

"Ah! Wait! Wait wait wait!" Trunks cried out and really pulled on the ropes this time, causing the loungers underneath to shift. Goten didn't wait, though, but he perked up on his knees and looked over the lavender saiyan as he gasped and fought to keep sane under Goten's hands.

"Wait? You mean… stop? Do you want me to stop, Trunks?" Goten's voice was so calm and it almost made the sensations worse. Trunks didn't say anything, though, he just whimpered and shook his head, his thighs shaking, hips squirming. The answer was yes, though. Gods, he wanted Goten to stop. Trunks felt a sweat form on his forehead and around his neck, a hot flush that not even the ocean breeze could cool off.

As if Goten heard his pleading thoughts, the younger saiyan moved his thumb away from his slit and his cock dove into Goten's mouth again. A loud moan, full of relief, rolled out of Trunks. It was back to the hot, wet, massaging tongue and lips over his aching member. He moved vigorously, but he didn't take in Trunks completely- not like the prince knew he could, anyway. No matter, this was much better than the finger over the most sensitive part of his dick.

Again he felt himself chasing an orgasm, this one coming on more quickly than before. It had been hiding, waiting to be encouraged back out, and it was coming out alright. Trunks reminded himself not to make it obvious. If he just pretended like it wasn't coming, Goten wouldn't notice, and he could blow his load in victory down Goten's mouth, and according to the rules, Goten wasn't allowed to ruin it because Trunks cumming within the twenty minutes was fair game.

Trunks panted and moaned. Goten gripped his shaft as he sucked and slurped, and Trunks felt the growing pressure inside him. It was hard to hide, every part of him wanted to arch and curl as it prepared to erupt in a mind-shattering orgasm. Trunks clenched his fists tightly, his breath hitching as he felt it literally work its way up his loins.

Then Goten stopped again, pulling away.

A yell of anguish bellowed out of Trunks, his eyes wide and full of despair, as his orgasm slowly and painfully fell back into him. Goten almost came right there, watching the next prince of all saiyans do exactly what he wanted him to do.

"Noo! Agh!" Trunks cried, almost quite literally. His voice cracked through his frustrated gasps and whimpers, his head turning side to side. How much time did he have? Surely it had to be twenty minutes. His dick was screaming along with him it felt like, begging to be touched just right and long enough to empty out the build-up inside of him.

Goten slowly crawled onto the bed and over Trunks, straddling the lavender saiyan on all fours. Trunks' cheeks were red and his face and torso were glistening with sweat. He looked up at Goten with half-lidded blue eyes, pupils completely blown wide, and the dark-haired, tan and devilishly handsome warrior over him stared back down at him with a knowing smile. "What's wrong? You look… frustrated." Goten teased. Trunks didn't say a word. Whatever was going to come out of his mouth wouldn't have been very nice anyway. A gentle finger wiped away the damp strands of lavender hair stuck to the prince's face and forehead from sweat, and he stroked his cheek. "You want to cum, don't you? You can tell me."

Trunks pulled on the rope. The threads creaked, he wanted to break them. He wanted to shatter the bed and tackle Goten to the ground, who fucking cared if it was in the sand? He wanted to stick his raging cock inside the bastard and ride him so hard Goten would feel it in his ribs. He didn't have to put up with this. He could stop it all. However…

He would be a loser if he did, and fuck that.

Time had to be up soon. It just had to.

Goten's fingertips grazed all over Trunks' body. His abdomen, sides, ribs, chest and nipples, up his shoulders and neck. Trunks growled and squirmed, bucked and practically thrashed under the tan saiyan, who took extreme delight in tormenting him.

"Staaahh!" Trunks snarled. He almost said it, without even thinking.

Goten was on the cusp of breaking him.

When Trunks almost begged Goten to stop, he knew it was time to take the biggest step in making him beg. He leaned down, giving Trunks kisses along his jawline and his lips, but Trunks didn't kiss back. In fact, the prince snapped at Goten's lips. Goten sat up, narrowly avoiding the bite and laughed.

"Haha! Why so uppity? Aren't you having fun?" He asked, poking and prodding down Trunks' ribs and sides, eliciting more grunts and yells. Goten felt Trunks' cock sway and twitch against the inside of his thigh, and he did his best to hide the shivers. He was wet and pulsing inside his own shorts, but he just had to wait a little longer.

Five more minutes, to be exact. No problem.

He made his way off the lavender saiyan, making sure to grab his dick really quick to jerk him off for a moment, only to stop again. Goten reached inside the tote, pulling out a bottle of lube. He popped open the cap, slicked up two of his gloved fingers, and gave Trunks an almost sinister side-glance.

"Time for the fun part." He smirked.