Prisoner of War

Chapter 17


Uryu struggled like a trapped animal, arms useless and immobilized. After the sheet had been thrown over him, he'd felt the tight bond of what must have been rope being tied around his body to keep him from fighting. Aizen and Mayuri had spoken only a few moments more, but he hadn't heard what they were saying over his own muffled yells. Now he was being walked to an unknown place, thrown over Aizen's shoulder like powerless child.

He panted hard through his nose, the ball gag making it impossible to breath more freely. All he could hear now was the hollow thud of Aizen's boots as he walked along the hall. Maybe Ichigo would come along and stop this atrocity from happening, but his hope faded the further they got. He didn't know where Aizen was taking him, but it wasn't the place so much as what he was going to do to him once they got there. Aizen shifted his body a bit as he walked on, his hand sliding over his ass to keep his steady. Uryu shuddered and yelled pointlessly against the gag.

Aizen laughed. "So much struggling, and I haven't really done anything to you yet." Boots thudded along. "Please, save your screams for the real entertainment, Ishida."

Uryu tried to curse him, but it came out muted and rather sad when he sobbed in its wake. He tried to kick his legs, but Aizen just held him tighter to deter him from such nonsense. Blood was rushing to his head, making him feel dizzy, and even more sick to his stomach than he already felt. He panted harder, concentrating on not being sick. With the gag in place he'd choke on his own vomit, and damned if he was going to die in such a pathetic way.

After several more agonizing minutes, just when he thought he could take no more, Aizen stopped and he heard a door open. Aizen walked again and turned, the door clicking closed. Uryu heard at least three locks being turned into place before Aizen shifted again and lowered him to the floor. He had to keep his arm around him once his feet touched to keep his prey from collapsing. He whimpered as the ropes were loosened and removed. The sheet came off, but he closed his eyes in fear of where he was.

"Tsk. Come now, open your eyes, Ishida," Aizen said and straightened Uryu's askew glasses on his face.

"Mn," Uryu muttered through the gag and cracked his eyes open. He wasn't surprised to see Aizen's pleased expression. Most of the sick feeling was passing, but he still felt unable to stand on his own. A trickle of sweat rolled it's way down from his temple, along his aching jaw. He raised a hand to grasp the buckle on the back of his head to release the ball, but Aizen stopped his effort with a firm grip in his wrist.

"Ask permission."

Damn him. Uryu's eyes glared. As if he could speak and be heard with this damn thing in his mouth. He wanted to be free of this. He sighed through his nose and looked to Aizen, producing a pleading sound, his dignity going down yet another notch.

"Very well. This room is soundproof, so you won't be heard outside of here anyway." Aizen unbuckled the strap and pulled the gag from his mouth.

"Ahn.." Uryu gasped out and rubbed his jaws, head lowered wearily. Aizen was far too close, but he was unable to back away, encircled in the man's arms. All he could do was hang there and catch his breath. Aizen was content enough to let him do so and remained silent until he calmed a bit more. "Why are you doing this?"

"Why?" Aizen mimicked. "Does memory fail you so easily, Ishida?" he asked and tilted Uryu's head up, fingers under his chin.

"Mayuri already...." Aizen smirked, and Uryu was unable to continue.

"Punished you? Oh no, he punished sweet Nemu, not you."

"You're bluffing. You won't do this, not when you and Ichigo are close now." Uryu shuddered when Aizen's hand moved over his chest.

"My relationship is no concern of yours. I am still the boss here, and I have an obligation to punish those that try to ruin my reign."

"I didn't do anything!"

"Your heart is beating a hundred miles a minute, Ishida." His hand cupped his cheek. "Careful, it might explode."

"Bastard, no.."

"Have a look around," Aizen interrupted him and spun him around so he could see the room. "As you can see I am well prepared to teach you a lesson. I wouldn't want you getting any more ideas again, and I'm sure after today, you won't."

Uryu looked and made a soft sound of disbelief. There was a bed, but everything else in the rooms was a masochist's wet dream. There was a rack with an obvious use. Four cuffs chained to it, two on top and two on the bottom. One wall was covered with an array of unmentionable items, some meant for pleasure, and others.... Mayuri had done plenty to him over the years, but the crazy bastard didn't have a whole set up like this.

"I used to bring Ichigo here a lot in the beginning," Aizen said low behind him, hand clamped on Uryu's shoulder to keep him where he was. "He had a voice on him like you wouldn't believe, and a dirty mouth to go with it. Sometimes I miss those days," he muttered low.

"Ahn." Uryu grit his teeth when Aizen's hand clamped down tight.

"I never tortured him...not like you might think. He had marks from time to time, but never any lasting damage. I couldn't to that to him, not my prize." His fingers dug in.

"Ah...Stop!" Uryu fell to his knees, hand coming up to try unlocking hard fingers from his shoulder, but they wouldn't budge.

"Perhaps today I can use a few instruments I never had a chance to test out. How does that sound, Ishida?" Uryu yelled, voice cracking with pain. "Ah, sounds like you agree." Aizen laughed and released his shoulder. "We should gets started right away."

Uryu panted, sweat making his shirt cling to his chest. He watched Aizen walk by him toward the bed. The sudden urge to flee took hold, and he turned on his knees, half crawling for the door. He grabbed the knob and turned, but it was stuck solid. He gasped and searched, but he couldn't see the locks he was sure he had heard before.

"Wondering how the door is sealed?"

I've got to get out of here. He's crazy!

"The mechanisms are inside the door, and only I know how to control them. You won't be able to get out."

Got to get out of here.

"You're panicking. It's to be expected from a normal human, but I was expecting a bit more from a Quincy." Uryu's hands froze on the door. "You know there isn't an escape. So please, be rational."

"I am a Quincy," Uryu said, nearly voiceless it was so low. He closed his eyes and thought of Nemu. What he was about to endure would not compare to what was done to her. She suffered, and was probably still suffering. He turned his head and watched Aizen who was sitting on the bed and looking at him thoughtfully.

"Come here, and don't make me say it twice. Strip your clothes off while you're at it. You won't be needing them."

"I understand," Uryu said stood, using the door to brace himself. He didn't trust his legs to get him there, but he shuffled toward him without falling, working the buttons open on his shirt. He dropped his clothes in a small pile by his feet and he stared down at them, waiting.

"Your body is small, but not unattractive," Aizen observed. "I like the paleness of your skin." His fingers brushed over Uryu's stomach, just above his groin. "Like a sweet cream." Uryu shuddered and held his breath when Aizen rose from the bed to move around him. His hands explored his body, moving over his hips and up along his chest. "The bruises I've already left on you look exquisite against that creamy pale skin. I'll enjoy marking you."

"And how long do you plan to torture me?" Uryu asked numbly.

"Until I'm satisfied. Putting a time limit on that is rather irrelevant, wouldn't you say?"

"Maybe to you, but since I am the victim, it has more importance."

"I see."

Uryu took a leap. He had nothing left to lose. "What is this all really about, Aizen? Destroy all existence, so you can live and rule a desolate realm like Hueco Mundo? A mad man like you, it must be part for the power, but what else?"

"Well, aren't we talkative all of the sudden. Trying to delay the inevitable perhaps?"

"Honest curiosity."

"Hm." Aizen pressed firmer against his back. "Like all the others, you'll just have to wait and see."

Uryu shuddered more the closer he got. "Why not just tell me? Like you keep pointing out, I can't do anything, right?"

"No, not one thing." Aizen's fingers teasingly touched over the metal rings on Uryu's wrists. "You'd love to have them off, wouldn't you?"

Damn him.

"Mayuri told me he tried to get you to break them. An obvious failure." His fingers traced the metal. "Your will is not as strong as Ichigo's."

"Shut up!"

"Oh, the little kitten has claws," Aizen said and placed a hand around his throat, only firm enough to get Uryu's undivided attention.

"Bastard.."

"Good, you're showing a little more promise now." Aizen's other hand slide down his stomach to the soft organ between Uryu's legs. "I understand Mayuri repeatedly injects you with aphrodisiac to get you submissive."

"Yes," Uryu spat out, pressing his legs together, trying to squirm from the offending hand that slid and cupped his balls.

"Such a crude method. I prefer the manual approach. It's much more rewarding," he spoke soft against Uryu's ear, fingers softly massaging his sac, his thumb sliding up and down the underside of his cock. "The simplest of touches can awaken ones desires."

"I don't desire this," Uryu said, biting his lip as he felt his cock begin to pulse with life.

"This is the human animal for you. Thinks one thing, body wants another. I find it very fascinating." His fingers wrapped lightly around his thickening cock and stroked tantalizingly slow.

"Ahn.."

"Feels good, yes?"

"No.."

"Don't lie."

"No..no.."

Aizen worked up the tempo of his strokes, moving head to base fluidly. Uryu willed his hips to be still, and they obeyed, but he couldn't quiet his panting breath each time Aizen's fingers worked up and down, pulling and tugging skin over his rigid cock. The longer he endured his talented hand, his upper body bent over, held up by Aizen's free arm.

"Sounds like you're close," Aizen said, thumb brushing the swollen head, smearing pre-cum. "Now, you're ready to begin."

Uryu's half closed eyes opened wide. "What.."

"You will not climax. Not for some time." Aizen slipped a cold cock ring over his length and pushed it down snug on the base against his balls.

"Get it off."

"You are not the one giving orders here."

"Dammit." Uryu jerked his arm and grabbed at the ring with his fingers to rid himself of it, but to his horror, it wouldn't budge. His cock throbbed for release and he whimpered when he felt the pain that came with it. "Take it off me!"

"I will not, until I feel it is time." Aizen's eyes cooled. "Like your power limiters, that cock ring will not come off unless I allow it."

"Sick son of a bitch! All of you are sick!"

"Ichigo said much the same many times," Aizen said as he roughly manhandled him to the rack and forced his arms back, strapping him up. Uryu kicked at his legs to knock him back, but he reacted like Uryu was no more than a fly as he forced them down into the shackles to completely immobilize him.

Uryu fought against the shackles, all his limbs spread out, leaving his front and back totally exposed. The throbbing in his lower region was maddening, causing his hips to jerk for any kind of sensation the lessen it, but it only added to his torment. He closed his eyes and swallowed, taking deep breaths, listening to the sounds Aizen was making behind him. He didn't have to see Aizen to know he was picking his first weapon. Uryu heard the sharp crack of the whip before he felt the hot bite it made across his ass.

"AH!"

"Mn, you felt that."

"No shit, asshole!" Another loud crack and the following sharp sting of pain. "Piece of shit, motherfucker! Ahn!"

"An innocent face, with such a filthy mouth. I like that contrast." Aizen brought the whip down again and again, across his back, over his ass, and against his thighs.

Uryu lost to energy to curse, grinding his teeth and gasping as each blow made contact with his body. Welts throbbed and stung, and much to his surprise, his loins still begged for release, jerking and bobbing as he was punished without mercy. The ring was keeping him aroused, the tight fit making the blood hot through his shaft. His balls pulled up tight and ached, the pressure making him yell as much as the beating he was getting.

Aizen continued around his body, the whip landing a blow against his chest. Uryu panted heavy, looking up enough to see Aizen's concentrated expression as his arm came back again to jerk the whip forward. Another welt raised on his hip, a soft trickle of warm blood beading from it. The next blow came dangerously close to his arousal, landing on his upper thigh.

"Stop!" Uryu's voice cracked with urgency.

"You did endure that pretty well, Ishida," Aizen said, and stepped close to his bound body that was covered with sweat, welts and traces of blood. Aizen's coat brushed his swollen erection.

"Oh fuck!"

Aizen chuckled. "Open your mouth."

"What?"

"Open your mouth. Unless you want the gag back in? This time I'll pick one with spikes."

"I.."

"Don't test me." Uryu swallowed and parted his lips, groaning when Aizen put the handle of the whip in his mouth. "Suck it." Uryu gave him a scornful look, but sucked over the ribbed handle, face burning. "Get it really wet, you'll want to." Uryu gasped, tongue moving around to soak it. "Mn, I bet you can suck a cock, can't you? Hm?" Uryu closed his eyes, the humiliation too much to keep looking at him. The handle was taken away and he panted harder, head bowed as he tried to recover some of his strength. Aizen didn't give him much time to do so.

His eyes opened again as soon as he felt the pressure on his entrance. His spread legs gave Aizen perfect access to push the object into his tunnel. He was knelt down in front of him, face inches from his leaking cock, hand between his legs, slowly forcing the handle in. Uryu gasped, groaning with the first pain of entry. The saliva wasn't the best lube and it was a tight fit. He was sweating more the deeper Aizen slid the handle into him.

"Take it out..too much.."

"It's almost all the way in now." Aizen pushed it upward.

"God! Bastard, take it..ou.."

"Mn." Aizen worked his tongue over the slit of his cock, capturing a drop of pre-cum. Uryu wailed, the contact sending more throbs through his painful erection. His lips wrapped around, tongue sliding back and forth under the cock head. Uryu nearly sobbed, the heat too much to bear. His hips rocked for a release he couldn't get, and to make it worse, the handle was being thrust in and out, the end hitting deep against his prostate.

"Stop..Ahn..."

"Mn." Aizen pulled his mouth free, hand still working the handle back and forth inside him. "You beg me to stop, but your hips are bucking like a bitch in heat."

"Fuck you!" Uryu yelled, the shackles rattling against the rack as he struggled to control himself. It felt so close, the release he needed so badly, his lower body a mixture of agony and bliss. Sweat made his hair cling to his face and burned over the red welts that covered him.

"You want it so badly, but release will not come so quickly for you, I'm afraid. You are being punished, remember?" Aizen gave his cock one last lick and pulled the handle from his ass.

"You made that..very....clear," Uryu panted.

"Glad you are paying attention, Ishida." Aizen tossed the whip away and moved behind him again. "You reacted so well to that. How about this?"

"No.." Uryu felt the circular object being slipped inside him, his tunnel accepting the toy with ease. Aizen's finger pressed it in to make the toy rest against his prostate.

"This was one of Ichigo's favorites. Of course, I actually let him climax." Aizen's thumb hit the switch in the on position.

"Fuck!" The orb vibrated his insides, the attention to his prostate sending pulse of pleasure to his cock. His loins throbbed anew, his ejaculation cut off by the damned ring.

"While you're enjoying that sensation, I'll ask you this," Aizen began and walked back around with something in his hands. Uryu whimpered, drops of pre-cum dripping off his cock. "How do you feel about piercings?

"You..won't...

"Here.." Aizen tugged his right nipple. "And here." His left nipple was twisted.

"Ahn!"

"And maybe even right...here," Aizen said, forefinger circling the head of his cock that was now purple with unreleased pressure.

"No...don't do that."

"Well, all in good time, and I have plenty of it. Ichigo knows how busy I get and won't wonder where I am." Aizen placed the piercer down and watched Uryu sweat and struggle with his need. He licked his lips and lowered back in front of him again. "You do taste delightful."

"Don't.." Aizen sucked the head back in, hitting the switch for the ball to it's highest vibration. Uryu cried out, again jerking his hips wildly. "Please!"

"Yes, do keep begging. It's making me enjoy this so much more."

"I'll kill you."

"Stronger men have tried, Ishida." Aizen tugged hard on his foreskin. "Yes, I do believe your cock will look wonderful with a piercing."

"Mn."

"So wonderful in fact, I've changed my mind about waiting." Aizen reached and grabbed the device.

"You bastard!"

"Now, Ishida, let me hear you scream." Aizen punctured the tortured flesh and was pleased with the resonating response.



AN: Aizen will be busy with poor Uryu for a while. My Uryu muse really hates me right now. I was going to make this chapter a bit longer, but I think this was enough to get the idea across. Again, thanks for all the reviews!!