Different Perspectives

Warning Yaoi(boy x boy) don’t read if you don’t like. Also, this chapter contains a explicit sexual encounter that differs from the norm. Use of toys, whips, bondage, ect will be used. If you don’t like reading about such types of sex please skip this chapter, though I prolly don’t have to write this since I know what you guys are like, but I figured I had better give a warning just in case. Everything in this chapter is consensual. Also I have no personal experience with this type of sex so please forgive me if I write something wrong, this is only a little fantasy for me.



AN: Thank you to satterb and riokali. And yes satterb I completely agree that its time for some yummy Kenpachi lemon. I had to look up on line how to use a cock ring since I’ve never had any of my bf use one. m(v.v)m Oh and I just thought some of you might find this humorous. I saw this on a t-shirt today and laughed my ass off. It said: I didn’t say it was YOUR FAULT, I said I was going to BLAME YOU. Enjoy and as always read and review and I hope that this full Kenpachi/Kira lemon is worth the wait.



Chapter Thirteen



Izuru followed Kenpachi in something akin to shock. His eyes were wide and dilated, and his breath came in short pants partially from the strenuous spar and partially from the sexual tension that had been building. Izuru couldn’t deny that he wanted the captain, badly. His cock was half hard already from the dominance that Kenpachi was exuding at this moment.



The last week had left him in a mess, sexually. He had considered calling Shuuhei but in the end he knew it wasn’t him that he wanted and he would not get the satisfaction that he needed. Not to mention, he had a small trickle of fear that Kenpachi might actually hurt the poor man for coming to Izuru’s call. So instead, Izuru had suffered through the week with short tempers and restless nights. Even Captain Ichimaru had commented on Izuru’s obvious state of frustration.



Finally, Kenpachi stopped in front of a door. Pushing it open, the captain pulled Izuru none too gently inside and pushed the door shut, a lock clicked in the silence. Izuru glanced up at the man that had haunted his dreams as well as his waking thoughts lately. Lips curled in a menacing frown, eyes flashing with boiling over lust, and tensed muscles pulled taunt from holding back ravishing the blonde lieutenant, Kenpachi was animal lust and desire all rolled into one package. His presence promised a harsh mating that would likely sear his partner all the way to their soul.



For a moment, Izuru panicked. This was what he had always wanted. A dominating lover that would skirt the line of pain and pleasure so that the two intertwined in such a way as to burn the experience into the mind and body. And yet, at the same time, Izuru wasn’t sure if he could handle what the man had planned for him. This was a man that got what he wanted, when he wanted it. Izuru wondered if Kenpachi would be satisfied with only his body or if the demon captain would ask for his soul as well.



“You afraid, boy?” asked Kenpachi in Izuru’s ear. ‘When did he get that close?’ Izuru’s eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat. Teeth nipped hard at the outer shell and Izuru’s breath escaped in a great whoosh. He didn’t think he had ever been this aroused. The dangerous aura of Kenpachi only added flavor to the lust that was enshrouding Izuru.



Kenpachi reached between their bodies and pulled at the tie of the belt that Izuru wore. His jacket and fell open to reveal a smooth white chest. Small whorls of blonde hair curled around nipples that were pink and jutted out from his chest in silent begging to be noticed. Kenpachi paid them no mind and pushed the robe off of Izuru’s shoulders. He trailed fingers over the alabaster skin as the robe dropped from Izuru’s arms. Never pausing in his duty, Kenpachi pulled the ties on the hakama pants lose and forced them to the ground beside the robe.



Izuru gasped at the cool air that teased his body as it was carefully revealed to the elements. The room was comfortable but he couldn’t prevent the shiver that coursed down his spin as Kenpachi’s dark eyes gazed on every inch of his body, taking note over every tiny scar that marred his body. Izuru was luckier than most. He had very few scars on his body, but each one was a testament to the danger of the job as a shinigami.



When Kenpachi had looked his fill, he pulled Izuru none too gently towards the large western style bed. The sturdy bed was made of oak and the headboard was adorned with intricate carving that had obviously been created by a master. Kenpachi shoved Izuru onto the bed.



“Don’t move a muscle until I get back.” growled Kenpachi as he walked towards an adjoining room. This was obviously a suite of rooms. Izuru wondered what Kenpachi had in store for him. His pulse picked up speed as dark fantasies streamed through his mind. Izuru shifted on the bed as heat pooled in his loins. If he was this desperate now, he could only imagine how desperate he would be when Kenpachi was finished with him.



Kenpachi strolled back into the room with a relaxed gait. His hair had been released from its bells and ties to fall thickly to his shoulders. The eye patch remained, but he had removed his haori and stood there in only his hakama. It was then that Izuru noticed what he held in his hands. One hand held a black whip and bindings, the other held a large dildo that Izuru could only gape at. The thing was huge and there was no way that it would fit inside him. Izuru grew red in the face at the thought of that massive toy being forced into him. Kenpachi smirked at the wide eyes that gazed at the objects in his hands.



“Don’t tell me you have never played with a dildo before.” purred Kenpachi in his deep voice. Izuru shook his head. He hadn’t ever played with one. This would definitely be a new experience for him. Kenpachi grinned even wider as he tossed the whip and dildo on the bed. Pushing Izuru towards the center, Kenpachi took the wrist bindings and snapped them on him. Izuru noted that they were lined with a soft material that would prevent his wrists from being cut or rubbed raw.



Kenpachi picked of the dildo and caressed it with his fingers. Izuru shook his head and Kenpachi arched a brow.



“Are you refusing to obey me?” asked Kenpachi, his voice harsh as steel. Izuru swallowed the large lump that had formed in his throat but shook his head negative. “Good, now spread your legs and let me look at you.”



Izuru spread his legs on the bed, and placed his feet flat with the knees raised. Kenpachi reached for the oil he had placed on the bedside and dipping a few fingers in it, spread it liberally on the pink pucker. With a smaller dildo, he might have just greased it and shoved it in, but since he chose to use the dildo that was closest to his own size, he knew that Izuru would need to be stretched a little. Izuru may enjoy pain but he definitely wouldn’t enjoy being ripped apart.



Kenpachi teased the hole for a few seconds before plunging in an oil coated finger. Izuru gasped at the intrusion. It didn’t hurt and he tried to relax and allow him to do what he wanted. Kenpachi ran his free hand over Izuru’s thigh in a soothing manner and pressed another finger inside. This time Izuru winced slightly at the small burning sensation. Again only slightly uncomfortable but completely bearable. The third finger really hurt. Izuru was tight and Kenpachi, though not cruel, was stretching him harshly. Izuru was loving it. He was so unused to this type of treatment. Where the average person would find their erection possibly lagging at the pain, Izuru’s hardened even more. Kenpachi hadn’t even touched his prostate and already Izuru’s cock was weeping.



“Are you ready?” Kenpachi purred. Izuru could only whimper a response, he was so far gone with lust. Kenpachi took the dildo and pressed it against the tight ring of muscle. Izuru whimpered again as the phallus was pushed inside him. It burned something awful and Izuru had to bit his lip at the full sensation as it filled him completely. Izuru didn’t know how Kenpachi remained calm and at this moment he didn’t care, the sensations flooding through him were destroying his ability to think. Izuru groaned as Kenpachi adjusted the angle and bumped the end against his prostate. The pain coupled with the prostate stimulations sent him over the edge. Izuru arched off the bed as his cock spurted thick white streams of cum across his chest. His body continued to quake even after the pulsing in his cock had subsided. Kenpachi arched a brow at him and ran a finger through the white fluid on Izuru’s abdomen and chest.



“Did I tell you to cum?” asked Kenpachi in a dark almost sinister voice. Izuru whimpered at the sound. “It seems you have run wild too long and I will have to start training you.” Reaching into the nightstand, Kenpachi removed a cock ring from it. The strip of leather was adjustable and would need to be placed on Izuru‘s erection to prevent another orgasm. Izuru thought his eyes would roll up into the back of his head at the sight of the toy.



Kenpachi grabbed a towel that he had left on the bed and wiped the remaining cum from Izuru’s body. He, then, grabbed the dildo and pulled it back before pushing it hard back inside at the same angle. Izuru cried out as sensations rocketed through him. He felt his cock swelling once again. Stroking the erection a few times to make sure it was full, Kenpachi took the strip of leather and tightened it around the base of Izuru’s cock.



“Now I need to punish you for cumming without my permission.” growled Kenpachi. Izuru felt his heart skip a beat at the statement. Punish him? How was it his fault that the stimulation was too much for his body to handle?



Picking up the small whip, Kenpachi stroked the leather strands. His long tan fingers sifted through the leather as if he was making love to it. Izuru was beginning to pant. Was he going to whip him? Leaning down, Kenpachi brought his lips to Izuru’s ear.



“I left you ungagged so I could hear your voice. Don’t disappoint me. Let me hear everything.” growled Kenpachi in his ear. Izuru shivered at the breath that teased him. Kenpachi removed the dildo from Izuru and laid it on the bed. He, then, loosened the straps on the cuffs so that Izuru was on his knees facing the wall. Kenpachi pressed Izuru’s hands on the headboard and Izuru understood the meaning and gripped the wood until his knuckles turned white. Kenpachi stepped back and admired the lovely white skin. He would never mar it permanently but he would make sure that Izuru would still be feeling his punishment tomorrow.



Kenpachi lifted the whip and brought it down on Izuru’s white buttocks. Izuru let out a cry of surprise and pain at the sharp feel of whip cords slapping his tender skin. Izuru moaned, though the strike had hurt it had done something more and sent even more blood gushing to his cock. The ring would effectively prevent orgasm and Izuru knew that Kenpachi would only release him to do so when he deemed fit. Izuru whimpered at the ache in his ass, on his ass and in his cock. Again the whip was brought down and Izuru gave a little scream. Welts were beginning to rise with each slap of the whip. Kenpachi was a master of the toy. He knew just the right amount of force to put behind each swing in order to welt up and redden but not break the skin. Izuru was crying, tears running down his face after each blow. His cock was so hard that he thought it might burst from the amount of blood that pooled in it. The pain was oh so sweet and he knew that he must have left finger indentions in the headboard from the force of his grip.



“I think that’s enough for today.” said Kenpachi. His voice didn’t show it but he was highly aroused. He would have liked to extend their play longer but he had waited long enough. Izuru felt the bed dip as Kenpachi joined him on it, but remained facing the wall.



“Are you sorry?” asked Kenpachi, as he came up behind Izuru on the bed and ran his hands over the raw skin of his buttocks. Izuru whimpered.



“Answer me when I ask you a question.” growled Kenpachi.



“I’m sorry.” whimpered Izuru, his eyes closed at the feel of the hands rubbing across the sensitive skin of his abused ass.



“Good boy.” murmured Kenpachi. Spreading Izuru’s legs with his hands, Kenpachi widened the stance. Kenpachi released his hakama and pressed against Izuru, letting him feel his hardness. Izuru panted at the touch and longed for the release that only Kenpachi could give.



Kenpachi pressed a few fingers into Izuru to make sure he was still ready. Slicking up his erection, Kenpachi, grabbed Izuru’s hips and thrust inside him. Izuru screamed at the invasion and Kenpachi didn’t wait for him to adjust before pulling out and pounding in him again. Izuru let out another scream and pressed back against him. Kenpachi pounded the blonde, hard and fast. His thrusts shaking the bed and if it wasn’t pulled a few inches away from the wall, would have been banging against it with the power he put behind it. Kenpachi reached in front of Izuru and teased the tip of his erection, fully aware that Izuru wouldn’t be able to cum until the ring was removed. Izuru cried out in need.



“Beg me to cum.” ordered Kenpachi as he kept up his brutal pace, hitting Izuru’s prostate with nearly every thrust. Izuru couldn’t take anymore.



“Please…let…me…cum.” whimpered Izuru. He needed to cum so badly that his entire body was drawn up tighter than a violin string. Kenpachi grinned with triumph and released the leather strap. He gripped the erection hard and gave it one hard stroke.



“Come for me.” Kenpachi panted in his ear. Izuru screamed as he came in Kenpachi’s hand. His entire body convulsing with the power of the orgasm. Kenpachi grunted at the tightening of Izuru’s inner muscle and with a few more thrusts he joined Izuru in orgasmic bliss, spraying Izuru’s insides with thick cum.



Izuru collapsed back against Kenpachi and he gently lowered the blonde to the sheets. Izuru was panting fiercely, unable to catch his breath. Kenpachi grabbed the towel he had used earlier and cleaned them both off. Izuru whimpered at he rough touch on his oversensitive skin. Kenpachi tossed the soiled cloth on the floor and pulled Izuru against him, pressing the tear streaked face against his broad chest. Izuru released little whimpers every so often. Kenpachi simply laid against him and stroked his back in relaxing touches. Izuru felt his mind drift in contentment at the gently touches after the intense orgasm experienced. Sleep finally claimed him as he listened to the steady beat of Kenpachi’s heart. He knew in that moment that he truly did belong to the wild man from Division Eleven.



TBC~