Trial by blade

Urahara smiled as Ichigo fell to his knees. "I think that is enough sparring for today Kurosaki. I think it is time for a diffrent lesson now. If you think you can handle it. It is one given to all wariors. If you complete this you will be able to control your riatsu a lot better. If you are up to it at least."

Ichogo frowned. "What kind of lesson." Urahara just gave an enigmatic smile. "You'll see. But before we begin I must now one thing. Do you trust me?"

Ichigo looked indesisve for a moment before nodding hesitently. His mind racing a mile a minute trying to figure out what he was getting himself into. "Excelent." Urahara snapped his fan shut. The sound exhoing throughout the basement. "Strip."

"What!" Ichigo stared at the old man in schock. "I'm not going to get undressed you pervert." Urahara pouted. "Now, now Kurosaki-kun. I thought you trusted me. You can stop this lesson at any time but if we are going to begin you need to take that off. You don't want your clothes to get all ruined do you." He said patiently.

Ichigo just stared at him for a moment. Sure that any moment now he was going to see it was all a joke. There was a serious glint in his eyes however. And he had to admit that so far everything had been in his best interest. Even if it nearly killed him a few times. But then he had been warned of the risk beforehand. He slowly started to shrug out of his clothes.

Urahara watched as he saw the suple flesh that was slowly being reveiled before his eyes. There was no denying that this boy was a beauty. He was going to enjoy this.

Ichigo was growing more and more uncomfertable as the old man stared at him. He was begining to think that he was in over his head. His hands went to the fastening of his pants. He them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. He gulped as his hands slowly drifted to his boxers. Blushing bright red he stopped for a moment. His hands shaking slightly.

Urahara nodded at the boy to take those of as well and watched as those too disapeared. "Excelent. Now if you could stand with your back against the rock behind you. You'll be more comfertable that way." Ichigo gulped again as he did as he was told. Not looking the old man in the eye.

"Now all you need to do is stand still, or you might get hurt allright. If you've had enough all you need to do is tell me to stop and I will. This lesson is not for everyone I am affraid." He raised his blade and let it dance along the skin on Ichigo's chest. "I made this blade by concentrating riatsu at the point of my cane."

Ichigo's breath caught as he felt the sharp blade glide across his skin. The riatsu was humming faintly, making his skin vibrate. He shuddered silently as he licked his suddenly dry lips and blushed as he felt his body slowly react to the sensation. He blushed deeply and looked away.

"There is no shame in your body's reaction Kurosaki-kun. It is only natural." Urahara kept his voice gentle and soothing as he let the blade glide down the boys abs and over the skin of one creamy theigh. The boy shuddered again and was unable to stop himself from arching up into the sensation. A faint red line apeared where the blade had rested against the the red haired youths inner theigh.

"Carefull Kurosaki-kun." Ichigo gasped slightly at the faint sting. The wound throbbed lightly in sink with the throbbing in his groin. A faint whimper escaped his lips. "Do you know why the blade just cut you Kurosaki-kun? It is just energy afterall. Not steel." Ichigo shook his head. He had a hard time focusing on the words that came out of Urahara's mouth. Let alone awnser his question. his need was slowly overpowering his rational mind as the blade stimulated his sensetive skin. He had never been this aroused in his life and it was slowly taking it's toll.

The blade suddenly pressed against his erection. Ichigo winced but the cut didn't come. Instead his knees nearly buckled as he felt the firm presure against his aching hard-on. "You see your body gives of riatsu. As long as the riatsu in my blade is less concentrated then your riatsu it cannot harm you. He pressed his blade against his chest and watched as another line apeared.

Ichigo hissed at the sharp bite of the blade. "It feels good doesn't it Kurosaki-kun? Would you like to feel more?" Urahara smiled as the boy moaned. "P-p-please." Ichigo pressed his head back against the cool surface of the rock. His entire body was overheated and his legs were shaky. Barely able to carry his weight under the presure of the pleasure singing though his veins.

"So polite." Urahara teased gently. "Would you like to come Kurosaki-kun." The boy nodded more harshly this time. "P-p-please. I n-need..." Urahara guided the blade to the boys stomach. He kept the presure light. "I know what you need Kurosaki-kun. You need more don't you? But I won't be able to give it to you this way. You see if I were to give you more I would cut you." He said as he demonstrated. A new red line apearing above Ichigo's belly button.

"But we know it doesn't need to. You know what you need to do, don't you Ichigo?" The boy whimpered. "Please. I can't." Urahara made a comforting noise in the back of his throat. "Hush Kurosaki-kun. Offcourse you can. Concentrate. You can feel the Riatsu coming off you, can you not?"

Ichigo nodded. "Now concentrate. Pull it closer together. Make it thicker. You can do it. Just a little bit at a time." He pressed the blade harder against the skin. Matching the boy's concentration of Riatsu. Ichigo lost his focus for a moment and hissed as he was cut again. The sensation making his blood boil even more.

He found his focus again and did as the old man told him. Groaning as he felt the blade pressed against his chest this time. A wave of fire shot down to his aching cock as Urahara ran the blade over one nipple. He managed to keep his focus however. "Good boy. Exactly like that. Tell me what you want Kurosaki-kun. Where would you like me to touch you."

Ichigo whimpered as the man's voice made shivers run down his spine. "Please. My c-cock. I n-n-need. Please. I need t-t-to come." He groaned in relied as the blade moved downwards again. "Shh. You will Kurosaki-kun." Urahara smiled as he watched the boy's passion. He was so beautifull like this. Trembling and flushed. Arching up into the presure. He would treasure this memory he knew. The boy was simply delicious.

Ichigo groaned again as the blade finaly reached his cock. He nearly lost focus again as a sharp surge of pleasure shot up his spine and but managed to hang unto it. This felt so much better then when he touched himself. He couldn't believe how much better this felt. He panted for breath as the blade danced on his cock. Moving from the tip to the underside and then back to the head again. Swirling patterns that had his knees buckling and his hands grasping for purchase against the stone at his back.

His breath caught in his throat as he held unto his focus. Fear of being cut there not alowing him to forget it even as the sensation caused havock on his body. He was so close. He could feel his release starting at the base of his spine as he felt the presure building in his groin. He thurst his erection against the blade. Just a little more.

Urahara smiled. The boy was close now, he could tell. He was begging under his breath and from the looks of it the boy didn't realize it. He himself was painfully hard now but he ignored it. They weren't there to see to his needs afterall. But the boy had potential. This was not the only lesson he could teach him afterall. And perhaps the boy would be more open to them then he at first seemed.

Ichigo groaned at the blade went up to the tip of his cock agian. He was so close. The blade pressed against his weeping slit and his knees gave out as he came all over his stomach. He sat there panting, trying to catch his breath after the powerfull orgasm that had just washed over his body.

Urahara just smiled as he leaned on his know bladeless cane. "Are you quite allright there Kurosaki-kun." There was a pleased look on his face and he was fanning himself. Ichigo nodded and slowly stood up on trembling legs. "There is a hot spring over there. Why don't we get you all cleaned up huh?" He held the fan to cover up the lecherous grin that was playing on his lips.

He did have a lot to teach the boy and he was going to enjoy them all immensly. He would have to go slowly offcourse. The youth was still skittish as a young colt but he would be gentled in time. He could hardly wait.