The Pet

The Pet
Chapter 3.

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The man vas insatible, Byakuya thought warily as Aizen climbed into the simple carriage that he was currently sitting in. For some reason the traitor had decided to take a trip around Hueco Mundo, to check on the strongholds for the upcoming war, and Byakuya had been dragged along. He had been to travel in the carriage. Aizen had said it was simply to spare him from the tirering walk, but he suspected that the man’s true reasoning lay in the semi-seclusion that the carriage provided.
He gave the traitor a cool look, which was ignored, and bit down on his inner cheek when he man grabbed his hair in a vice like grip. Without a word he opened his trousers, and pulled out his hardering cock that he pushed up against Byakuya’s closed lips.
Knowing that he had no way to avoid this perverse, detestable act he parted his lips and the man’s cock slid in.
It was quick this time, at least. He was not told to suck or do anything else, but Aizen simply seemed interested in a quick release as he grabbed his hair in both hands and fucked his mouth roughly. The moment he was done he tucked himself back in, and exited without a word.
It was a shameful notion, to be reduced to a hole for that man to pour his horrid fluids into, Byakuya thought as he spat the seamen out in the corner of the carriage.
How much of this would he have to take today?
No more than a hour later he was on his back, trying not to cry out as the other man pushed inside. His wrists were pinned above his head, and his legs rested on the other man’s shoulders, while he fucked him. Again the man did not waste a simple word on him, nor did he touch him any more than necessary, merely pushed inside and used him.
When he was again alone in the carriage, still lying on his back amongst the pillows, he wondered over this change in the other man. Prior he had always enjoyed to mock and taunt him, as if it was part of some sort of erotic foreplay, and the man had taken great care in bringing him to orgasm, if only to mock and taunt him some more. What had caused this change? Why was he suddenly being treated like…
Byakuya sat up suddenly when realisation hit him. It was a game of course, another mind game. It was, if he was not mistaken, a game to make him long for how he had been treated before. By giving him a reference point of how well, as well as how badly he could be treated, the traitor wished for him to submit to him willingly.
How stupid.
When the carriage stopped he straightened out his clothes, and composed himself, but no one came into the carriage for a long while. When Aizen did come into the carriage he did so with a plate of food.
He sat down across from Byakuya, staring him in the eye and began to eat.
Byakuya kept his eyes on the dead spot he was becoming so used to since this whole charade had begun, and refused to so much as look on the plate of food. Or the man eating it. Gulping it all up, not so much as giving a thought to feeding his starving hostage.
He couldn’t do anything about how his body reacted though, and he could practically feel the man’s mocking grin as he heard the rumbling of his stomach.
“Are you hungry, Byakuya-kun?”
Kun? Were they so suddenly back to that famillarity after how the man had just used him? The Kuchiki heir hoped the confusion didn’t show on his face.
“Answer.”
Byakuya gritted his teeth. “Yes.”
“Oh, I suppose you haven’t gotten enough food lately…” the man sounded almost apologetic. “But as you know we are at war, and thus must ration our supplies. I suppose you could have what is left of mine.”
Byakuya’s gaze shifted to the traitor. Waiting for the catch.
“But nothing comes for free.”
He beckoned him over with a finger, and Byakuya glared, then crawled over to the traitor.
“Though after our little play earlier I am feeling a tad tired… I suppose someone else will have to do the work for me.”
Byakuya sat back, furious, but Aizen’s hand caught his hair and pulled him back down.
“He may enter,” he spoke, obviously not to Byakuya but to whatever hellish creature he had promised his body to.
The next second someone was pushed into the carriage, and Byakuya was surprised at how much this creature he couldn’t see since his back was to them, seemed to struggle. The loud cussing did catch his attention, and his breath caught in his throat, not believing his ears.
“Hey, let me outta here, ya basta….! Byakuya…?”
Byakuya instinctually tried to turn his head, but Aizen had a vice like grip on his hair.
“I believe you know who has come to visit us, Byakuya-kun,” Aizen murmured. “Say hello.”
His heart hammering in his chest, making him feel lightheaded, Byakuya wet his lips and spoke: “Renji.”
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Yup, not very much of an update, but hey I've been busy. Hope you like anyways.