Bleach: A Kinky Collection
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Pairing: Mayuri/Ryuuken
Kinks: Medical fetish, sensory deprivation, bondage
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by: Naraku's Dark Soul
The surface was hard underneath Ryuuken, and cold against his bare skin. He lay bound and naked, spread-eagle across the cold metal. His joints felt stiff, achy, as if he had been in the position for quite some time. He flexed his wrist experimentally, but found the bonds there unforgiving. The blindfold he was wearing dug into his ears, the cloth so thick no light was visible through it. It was difficult for him to think clearly. He knew he must have been given some kind of drug. He had been in his office, doing some paperwork, and now he was here, wherever that was. He couldn’t remember anything extraordinary about the papers, nor did he recall any strange persons in his office. He was simply baffled as to how he had been captured.
Even without the use of his eyes, Ryuuken was able to discern that he was on some kind of lab table. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, and realized he still had his glasses on over the blindfold. It was strange, but much welcomed. It was good to have something familiar, something of his, nearby. He tried to lift his legs, hoping for more good fortune, but the ropes at his knees and ankles held tight. They weren’t uncomfortable per se, but the position left Ryuuken feeling quite undignified. He was exposed, and he didn‘t like it one bit. He could only imagine what he looked like lying there, legs spread wide, sweat no doubt beading lewdly on his pale skin. He was supposed to be the one in control, the experimenter, certainly not the subject of the experiment. The very thought of being the subject made him grit his teeth. He was not amused. Not at all.
As his thoughts became more coherent, the drugs seeming to wear off a bit, Ryuuken wondered what on Earth they were going to do to him; they being a loose term, he had no idea of the number or identity of his captors. It certainly couldn’t be anyone from Soul Society, of this he was most sure. The Shinigami had stopped their experiments on the Quincy years ago. They had all the data they could ever need on the fallen race and had no need to torment the remaining few survivors. He supposed it could be one of his colleagues. A few were jealous enough to attempt such a thing. He tried to think of which ones were most likely to be this brash, and had almost come to a conclusion, when he heard footsteps, heard voices coming closer. It sounded like more than one person was talking, but he was unable to make sense of the dialogue. A door creaked somewhere close by, and a wave of cold air assaulted his body, causing him to shiver. Footsteps approached the lab table, and even though he remained impassive, his captor seemed to know he was awake.
“Awake are you, Quincy? Good,” the person crooned, stepping closer to the table. The voice was hauntingly familiar, though he couldn’t seem to place it, a side effect of the drugs perhaps. When he didn’t respond, he felt a cold hand settle on his thigh. “Pretend all you want. My experiment will have the same effect on you.” Ryuuken remained silent, and the hand retreated, only to come back a few moments later, this time coming to rest on his flaccid cock, fingers encircling the limp flesh there. He let out a tiny, almost inaudible, gasp as his captor squeezed and fondled the quickly hardening organ. Another set of fingers were brought to bear against his asshole. They were cold and wet against his sensitive skin, and he shivered from the dual sensation of the hand on his cock and the cold hardness at his entrance.
Several of the latex covered digits pushed past his sphincter and deep inside of him, smearing what he assumed was some type of lubricant as they went. They scissored inside of him, once, twice, three times, and then retreated, replaced with some other, unfamiliar hardness. This slick hardness pushed against his entrance and was granted access, against his will, plunging deep inside of him as the hand that was playing with his now hard dick continued to fondle him, pumping hard and fast until he felt like he was about to explode.
His breath came in short gasps and he was just about to come when the hand on his cock stopped. He grunted in frustration and pulled against his bindings, still unable to free himself. He heard a sound like something being uncapped and a second later felt the sharp prick of a needle directly on his cock.
He groaned at the sensation. He never known giving blood could be so erotic, not that he would tell his captors that. If possible, he felt like his dick was actually getting harder instead of softening because of the blood loss. He groaned again, unable to stop himself, as the needle was removed.
His captor cackled, the sound ringing in his ears, as the long object in his ass began to move. In and out, in and out, the slick glass---or was it metal?---plunged into him over and over, wringing soft gasps from him each time. The sensation was almost too much; it had been long, too long since he had indulged himself in such pleasures.
He writhed, arms pulling at the tight bindings, legs trying vainly to close on his captor’s hand as it pumped his cock, tight and unforgiving against his hard flesh. He heard a loud moaning sound and realized that it was coming from him, yet he could do nothing to silence himself, the sound just kept on coming. The thing in his ass pumped harder and it was all he could do not to writhe against it. The hand on his cock kept busy, and Ryuuken could feel his orgasm building, his balls stingingly tight and as close as they could get to his body now. All it took was his captor covering the head of his cock with some hard material and he was gone, liquid jets of his pleasure spewing into whatever it was that was covering his dick.
The thing inside of him stopped and was removed as he lay panting, trying to catch his breath and slow his heart rate. He felt the hand on his dick leave too, slipping whatever hardness had been present before off his softening flesh. He heard footsteps walking away from him accompanied by the clink of glassware and the swish of fabric.
“I think these samples will do nicely, Quincy,” his captor said, the cold voice giving him goosebumps. Ryuuken grimaced, wondering what on Earth they were going to do with his ‘samples.’ Before he could think on the matter too much, hurried footsteps sounded from what he assumed was the hall, and he heard a loud thunk as the door was thrown open to hit the wall.
“Mayuri-taichou, there’s trouble! One of the other subjects has--” Mayuri cut the newcomer off with a loud hiss.
“I told you, I already know about that!” he snapped. “Now get out. I told you never to interrupt me in the middle of an experiment.” The newcomer mumbled an apology and bade a hasty retreat, leaving Ryuuken and his captor, a Shinigami captain alone.
From his position on the lab table, he seethed, muscles shaking with suppressed rage. No matter what, he vowed, he would get revenge on the Shinigami bastard who had dared to experiment on he, the last and greatest of the Quincy.
This was hard to write for me. Feedback and con-crit are really appreciated :)
Pairing: Mayuri/Ryuuken
Kinks: Medical fetish, sensory deprivation, bondage
by: Naraku's Dark Soul
The surface was hard underneath Ryuuken, and cold against his bare skin. He lay bound and naked, spread-eagle across the cold metal. His joints felt stiff, achy, as if he had been in the position for quite some time. He flexed his wrist experimentally, but found the bonds there unforgiving. The blindfold he was wearing dug into his ears, the cloth so thick no light was visible through it. It was difficult for him to think clearly. He knew he must have been given some kind of drug. He had been in his office, doing some paperwork, and now he was here, wherever that was. He couldn’t remember anything extraordinary about the papers, nor did he recall any strange persons in his office. He was simply baffled as to how he had been captured.
Even without the use of his eyes, Ryuuken was able to discern that he was on some kind of lab table. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, and realized he still had his glasses on over the blindfold. It was strange, but much welcomed. It was good to have something familiar, something of his, nearby. He tried to lift his legs, hoping for more good fortune, but the ropes at his knees and ankles held tight. They weren’t uncomfortable per se, but the position left Ryuuken feeling quite undignified. He was exposed, and he didn‘t like it one bit. He could only imagine what he looked like lying there, legs spread wide, sweat no doubt beading lewdly on his pale skin. He was supposed to be the one in control, the experimenter, certainly not the subject of the experiment. The very thought of being the subject made him grit his teeth. He was not amused. Not at all.
As his thoughts became more coherent, the drugs seeming to wear off a bit, Ryuuken wondered what on Earth they were going to do to him; they being a loose term, he had no idea of the number or identity of his captors. It certainly couldn’t be anyone from Soul Society, of this he was most sure. The Shinigami had stopped their experiments on the Quincy years ago. They had all the data they could ever need on the fallen race and had no need to torment the remaining few survivors. He supposed it could be one of his colleagues. A few were jealous enough to attempt such a thing. He tried to think of which ones were most likely to be this brash, and had almost come to a conclusion, when he heard footsteps, heard voices coming closer. It sounded like more than one person was talking, but he was unable to make sense of the dialogue. A door creaked somewhere close by, and a wave of cold air assaulted his body, causing him to shiver. Footsteps approached the lab table, and even though he remained impassive, his captor seemed to know he was awake.
“Awake are you, Quincy? Good,” the person crooned, stepping closer to the table. The voice was hauntingly familiar, though he couldn’t seem to place it, a side effect of the drugs perhaps. When he didn’t respond, he felt a cold hand settle on his thigh. “Pretend all you want. My experiment will have the same effect on you.” Ryuuken remained silent, and the hand retreated, only to come back a few moments later, this time coming to rest on his flaccid cock, fingers encircling the limp flesh there. He let out a tiny, almost inaudible, gasp as his captor squeezed and fondled the quickly hardening organ. Another set of fingers were brought to bear against his asshole. They were cold and wet against his sensitive skin, and he shivered from the dual sensation of the hand on his cock and the cold hardness at his entrance.
Several of the latex covered digits pushed past his sphincter and deep inside of him, smearing what he assumed was some type of lubricant as they went. They scissored inside of him, once, twice, three times, and then retreated, replaced with some other, unfamiliar hardness. This slick hardness pushed against his entrance and was granted access, against his will, plunging deep inside of him as the hand that was playing with his now hard dick continued to fondle him, pumping hard and fast until he felt like he was about to explode.
His breath came in short gasps and he was just about to come when the hand on his cock stopped. He grunted in frustration and pulled against his bindings, still unable to free himself. He heard a sound like something being uncapped and a second later felt the sharp prick of a needle directly on his cock.
He groaned at the sensation. He never known giving blood could be so erotic, not that he would tell his captors that. If possible, he felt like his dick was actually getting harder instead of softening because of the blood loss. He groaned again, unable to stop himself, as the needle was removed.
His captor cackled, the sound ringing in his ears, as the long object in his ass began to move. In and out, in and out, the slick glass---or was it metal?---plunged into him over and over, wringing soft gasps from him each time. The sensation was almost too much; it had been long, too long since he had indulged himself in such pleasures.
He writhed, arms pulling at the tight bindings, legs trying vainly to close on his captor’s hand as it pumped his cock, tight and unforgiving against his hard flesh. He heard a loud moaning sound and realized that it was coming from him, yet he could do nothing to silence himself, the sound just kept on coming. The thing in his ass pumped harder and it was all he could do not to writhe against it. The hand on his cock kept busy, and Ryuuken could feel his orgasm building, his balls stingingly tight and as close as they could get to his body now. All it took was his captor covering the head of his cock with some hard material and he was gone, liquid jets of his pleasure spewing into whatever it was that was covering his dick.
The thing inside of him stopped and was removed as he lay panting, trying to catch his breath and slow his heart rate. He felt the hand on his dick leave too, slipping whatever hardness had been present before off his softening flesh. He heard footsteps walking away from him accompanied by the clink of glassware and the swish of fabric.
“I think these samples will do nicely, Quincy,” his captor said, the cold voice giving him goosebumps. Ryuuken grimaced, wondering what on Earth they were going to do with his ‘samples.’ Before he could think on the matter too much, hurried footsteps sounded from what he assumed was the hall, and he heard a loud thunk as the door was thrown open to hit the wall.
“Mayuri-taichou, there’s trouble! One of the other subjects has--” Mayuri cut the newcomer off with a loud hiss.
“I told you, I already know about that!” he snapped. “Now get out. I told you never to interrupt me in the middle of an experiment.” The newcomer mumbled an apology and bade a hasty retreat, leaving Ryuuken and his captor, a Shinigami captain alone.
From his position on the lab table, he seethed, muscles shaking with suppressed rage. No matter what, he vowed, he would get revenge on the Shinigami bastard who had dared to experiment on he, the last and greatest of the Quincy.
This was hard to write for me. Feedback and con-crit are really appreciated :)