Dungeon

The dungeon was just opening and the standard crowd was making its way in, chattering about inane things that would never concern him. He had read on the forums that there was an odd guy seen hanging around every night. A guy who had probably never had the sort of fun that he, Urahara Kisuke, had every night. This odd man (reported to have white hair) probably had unique Christian ideas about such pleasurable pursuits. He leaned over his cane and grinned, his hat hiding it from the men filling past him. He glanced up only when he saw a flash of white hair, so he had come again tonight? Good. He saw a bit more of the man this time. Noooo it couldn’t be. A young face made its appearance, flashing between two of his regulars. If that man were the odd guy that kept showing up night after night…the owner of the young face and white hair walked up to his dungeon’s door. “Sorry kid, eighteen years and up, you’re a minor.”

He didn’t want some twerp who wanted to shut his dungeon down for ‘moral’ reasons, tramping around his grounds.

Toushirou glowered up at Urahara crossing his arms in a no nonsense fashion, “You know as well as I do that I’m well over a hundred years old. It doesn’t matter how I look, let me in you perverted shop keeper! I just came here to do some research and if you keep standing in my way I’ll show you what I learned from months of studying upon this subject.” Toushirou sounded as angry as he ever did but there was a tension in his voice that he Urahara picked up on at once. He was nervous.

“Oh my,” Urahara hid his smile behind his fan, “Such a grumpy little boy. I’m not sure I would want that sort in my club…maybe if you learned to bend over. But, I guess it’s almost your bed time.” He closed the fan with a snap and tried to shoo the small taichou away with it but Toushirou was not one to give up so easily. If anything, he was stubborn.

He, with a nice bright blush in his cheeks, batted the fan away and moved closer to Urahara, “Oh you think I can’t bend over?” He whispered leaning up to give Urahara a look of utter desire, lust, and well…slutiness. He had practiced that look in the mirror for hours after watching several pornos he had had bought in the living world. “Just tell me what you want me bent over and I’ll spread my legs for you. I just ask that you teach me all about this world of yours.”

The fan was out and moving as fast as a humming bird’s wing to stir up the air. “Well, we shall see about that,” Urahara said a certain squeak to his voice. “Shall we go in together?” To think, he was worried about this little man messing up his fun little dungeon or his profits.

“I would like that,” Toushirou said with a smirk undoing the jacket he sported, letting it hang open, revealing the leather he wore. He didn’t wear much else.

“What would you like to sample today?” Urahara asked acting the usual store owner. “I have a new whip I would like to try out.”

“I like whips,” Shirou said shivering when Urahara’s hand came to rest against his back. He had never done anything like this but he was far from being a virgin. He knew that great sex could often time start with a mere touch like this. That was what the romance novels told him at least. Urahara was famed to be good in the categories of sex and bondage. While this came from second hand information whispered in dark smelly places, he was sure the rumors were accurate. Why else would he run such a place if he wasn’t?

“How about being tied up?” Urahara asked not stopping there he asked a lot of questions like this until they got into a quiet little room away from the noise and bustle of the party room. They had moved rather fast through the first room but not fast enough to keep Toushirou from noticing a silvered haired taichou that he had NOT been expecting to see. Gin was the center of the attention as usual but not in a mature, responsible way. He’d have to remember what the other was doing so he could report him for befouling the name of captain. He realized that if he were to do that he would have to explain why he himself was there. He pushed the situation out of his mind as they entered the side room.

The room was small and dark, light only by a single oil lamp in the corner. Toushirou noticed a wall filled with various toys laid out by type and size. He had read that every dungeon was different and he wondered if this was Urahara’s style he was seeing. Then his eyes fell upon a bed in the corner and his cheeks heated up. BDSM had nothing to do with sex but some people were turned on by it, he wondered if that was what the bed was there for.

“Okay I’ll tie you up and flog you…but before we stared I must let you know that I get off on this stuff. So if you see a bulge in my pants don’t freak out I won’t make this sexual if you don’t want me to.” He was starting to gather up the things that he would need and Shirou discovered that his heart was in his throat. He swallowed hard trying to get it back down in its proper place. He had read all about these sort of things. Toushirou knew he was interested this sort of thing, why else would he study so many books on the subject? Moreover, he wanted to try it, but…

“Don’t be nervous,” Urahara’s soft voice made Toushirou jump. He had been looking at what looked to be some sort of flogger made out of rabbit fur, figuring he might not be so nervous if he focused his attention on one object. The fur was probably very soft, he wanted to touch it, wanted to learn what it could do. “Do you like that one?” Urahara’s large hand closed around his small one and brought it to the soft fur of the flogger.

“This sort of things make me aroused,” He mumbled and looked over his shoulder to Urahara’s shadowy face. He wanted to tell the other that he would be all too willing to let him have his way with him but he couldn’t quite wrap his tongue around those thoughts. Confessions were not his thing.

Urahara seemed to get what Toushirou was hinting at and grinned running his fan down over Toushirou’s chest, “If you’re a good pet for me, and if you turn me on, I’ll see to it that you have a happy ending.” He stepped back and opened his fan hiding his face behind it. “Strip,” Urahara ordered no hint of the usual playfulness in his voice. It was such a shock to hear that from the blond that Toushirou didn’t move but stood there puzzling over Urahara’s words.

“I said…strip.” Urahara moved forward fast, closing his fan and hitting Toushirou firmly across the ass. It made Toushirou gasp and jump out of pure instinct. It hadn’t hurt…much, the sting was pleasant and warm. When Shirou didn’t move again due to his shock, he got another smack across the other ass cheek.

“Okay!” He exclaimed backing up starting to pull his coat off. This was all he had planned on taking off. He felt that the leather vest he wore over his narrow chest and the tight leather pants was reveling enough but Urahara didn’t seem to think so. He motioned Toushirou to keep going. “No.”

Urahara drew Toushirou close then. He wasn’t a bad seme and he wouldn’t force his uke to do anything he didn’t want to do but he knew as an expert in BDSM that in a scene like this it would be best if Shirou didn’t have any clothes on. He ran a hand through Toushirou’s hair feeling the other hesitate then lean into his hand. He liked how the other relaxed into his touch, “There…that’s a good pet.” He purred continuing to stroke the other man. “Now…I know this is your first time…isn’t it?”

Toushirou’s cheeks went pink and he slapped away the other’s hand, “No it’s not!” He lied through his teeth. He was not going to let this guy know that this was not only his first time doing this but it was his first time ever having sex.

“It’s okay to be a virgin Shirou chan,” He purred pulling the small man against his chest, leaning down, nibbling at his ear, breathing against it. “I like virgins…I can make you scream yourself hoarse while you cum…now take your shirt off for me and I’ll show you how I’m gonna turn you into putty in my arms.” It was hard to argue against such logic and Toushirou didn’t want to, his mind was clouded with the touch of that hot tongue against the shell of his ear.

Before he knew what he was doing he was taking his shirt off revealing the delicate pink nipples and boyish frame that often got him teased in the bathhouses. He let the leather vest drop to the floor and stood there shivering in the slightly chilly air of the dungeon.

“Now the pants,” Urahara ordered using his demanding tone again. He could go easy on the other but he didn’t dare, how would Toushirou learn what it truly meant to be a submissive in Bondage and Dominance? He hesitated but after a glance to Urahara the boy took them off and folded them neatly setting them aside then picking up his vest and folding that too. Urahara waited knowing that his uke liked order and that this folding was soothing nerves that he would never be able to smooth out. “Now come here pet.”

Toushirou stumbled over his own feet. It was cute but Urahara didn’t dare let his new uke see the grin that spread over his face. His mind turned back to the game at hand. He set aside his fan and picked up the black silk rope he always used on his new ukes. It was soft and wouldn’t give Toushirou rope burn or welts if he squirmed. “Hold out your hands,” His voice was calm and soft and hopefully reassuring. He didn’t get what he wanted right away but he waited and when Toushirou raised his arms out to him, he carefully bound them together with an intricate knot. The skills in rope tying that he used may have come from his sword but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use them in more interesting ways than just fighting. This particular form would keep his arms in front of him but would allow him to squirm and wriggle if he wanted to, it was good for binding prisoners but also good for new comers to the field of bondage. He brought his new plaything over to a hook that would keep Shirou’s arms above his head comfortably. “How’s that?”

“Fine,” Shirou mumbled his eyes glued to Urahara, never leaving the innocent looking face that made the shop owner look like a boy. Tugging at his restraints he found a certain amount of excitement growing in him and his uneasiness doubled, but that face.... This was actually happening, after months of studying and searching for a dungeon. After months of seesawing back and forth in his head as to whether he wanted to go or not, he had picked this one out and had watched it for some time. Tonight he had seen Urahara standing outside of it watching people go in. He had had the courage at long last when he had seen that face. Somehow, thinking about Urahara doing these sorts of things to him made him very aroused and made him forget his fears. “Yes,” He mumbled when Urahara asked him again if he was okay.

“I can see that,” Urahara said running the butt of his flogger over the bulge that tented Toushirou’s pants. “I’m going to take these off.”

“N…NO!” He gasped out but Urahara wasn’t listening. Toushirou didn’t think of the universal safe word he had read about in book after book until his pants were already off and his face was glowing like a sunset. He hadn’t wanted anyone to see how small he was! It made sense that he wouldn’t be all that well hung because how tiny the rest of his body was but he had a feeling that someone would find it comical.

“You’re so hard Shirou chan,” Not a word of derision, in fact the butt of that flogger…the rabbit fur one, Shirou saw, was running up and down his shaft. It felt good and a reluctant moan escaped his lips. He tried to buck but Urahara was already taking away that soft friction. He ran the rabbit fur around Toushirou’s side and over his back, the soft nature of the toy brought goose bumps to his skin. Toushirou expected it to hurt when he felt the tails leave his back but when it came down across his skin…

“YES,” He moaned out surprised at the pleasure that coursed through his body. He looked over his shoulder at Urahara who was grinning as he swung the flogger in a slow figure eight.

“Change your mind rather fast, don’t you?” He laughed pausing to run the toy over Shirou’s trembling shoulders. “Want some pain pet?”

Toushirou wasn’t too sure about that so he remained silent but Urahara didn’t press the matter he kept playing with the small rabbit fur toy paddling all of Shirou’s most sensitive parts on his back. Maybe Toushirou should have let Urahara know that his back was so sensitive but Urahara, like with everything else so far, just knew…and he seemed to be taking his time being careful with him. Only when Shirou was a trembling mess of desire did Urahara asked his pet again, stroking Shirou’s back with the pads of his fingertips. “Do you want me to move on to something else?” Urahara was already looking at a nice leather paddle. It was dangerous for a beginner to use, but for the expert it was a fun toy to use on those who liked a little pain. Besides, Shirou’s ass looked so spankable. He took his toy up and turned it over his hand.

“Please master,” Shirou panted taking the scene somewhere where Urahara had never expected it to go. He had been expecting to flog his new toy, tease him to that point where he was nearly screaming with desire. Then he would untie him and leave him to recover (Which in Shirou’s case would mean a hand job while Urahara held him and nuzzled him). He himself wouldn’t get off he had other appointments with other ukes who expected the scene to end with sex. He didn’t want to disappoint them. However, the cries and whines and the begging…that damned begging!

“More please, more,” Toushirou panted even as his body jerked away from the soft thwacks of the paddle. Urahara couldn’t give his pet more, the skin covering that fine muscled ass was as pink as a peach. He rubbed the hot flesh with his hand groaning as Toushirou arched back into his massaging hands. “More,” Toushirou wasn’t getting what he wanted. “MORE,” He demanded again actually rubbing his reddened ass against the other’s hands.

“Shirou chan, if you keep that up I’m going to have to fuck you.” He drew his hand away going for another flogger. This one caused more pain than anything he had used yet…except for maybe the paddle he had switched to. Shirou had asked for it though, with how much he was moaning and groaning. Urahara had thought he would get hard doing this, he liked taking control after all but this was going beyond hard. His loins were actually aching. “I know I said tying up, light flogging but…” He brought the flogger down gently over the other’s back drawing a ragged gasp and cry out of his victim.

He drooped in his restraints, panting. Urahara had stopped again. Toushirou thought had heard some of what his master was saying but he couldn’t make sense of it. He could hear a low moan behind him and he straitened, glancing over his shoulder to see why his master was groaning.

Urahara wasn’t wearing anything but his yukata. His pants…his underwear were thrown aside and the well hung shop owner was stroking himself slowly, his free hand still swinging the flogger in lazy arks. It licked up Shirou’s spine and dragged a high pitched cry out of him. Urahra seemed to be getting off on that and knowing that Urahara liked his cries…it turned Shirou on even more. The thought of Urahara touching himself as he beat him made him more vocal than before. When the next pause came and Shirou found enough brain cells and breath to speak he decided to go for it. “Fuck me…don’t care…fuck me please.” He wasn’t too sure that had made sense to Urahara as much as it made sense to him. It must not have because he just got a rough slap to the ass. He groaned because it felt good but that was far from what he wanted. “Fuck me.”

Something slick pressed against Toushirou’s ass suddenly and he gasped in shock and pleasure. This time he groaned because this was just what he wanted, “Yes, fuck me…” He didn’t realize that what was entering his body was only Urahara’s thin finger. He had never had anything in him before, even though he had thought about it while he masturbated at night. Tears stung his eyes because of the pain but he had known there would be pain he had read about it in a book about homosexual acts of passion on top of the ones about bondage.

“You keep begging and I might lose my mind all together,” Urahara panted against Toushirou’s ear. He pressed himself against that small frame. His hard on was slick with pre and he was sure he was making a mess against Shirou’s back.

“W…what’s that?!” Shirou’s socked cry drew a chuckle out of Urahara.

“That’s my cock,” He purred against the young man’s ear.

Toushirou’s eyes went wide, Urahara could see it in a mirror across his dungeon. He smirked against the other’s throat now, licking and nipping at the delicate flesh there. “You didn’t think that this…” He squirmed his finger deep inside of Toushirou’s hot ass. “Was my cock, did you? You really are a virgin aren’t you?” He laughed but only as long as he could get away with it without hurting Toushirou’s feelings.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fix that.” He pulled his finger out and slicked his fingers up again with the good anal lube he liked. He usually liked to have it used on him but he wasn’t going to argue with the burning desire in his loins. His cock was screaming to be shoved into a tight virginal ass. He pressed his fingers back in, the lube from his first exploration with his finger making the passage a bit easier. Toushirou gave a cry of pain. He knew that cry, as a good seme he listened for it while he whipped his ukes. He just stopped moving his fingers, leaning in to lick at the still pink flesh that stretched over Toushirou’s back. It was sensitive and made Toushirou whine and moan again. He pushed his fingers the rest of the way in and paused again to tease. Pain with teasing made people forget just what was happening to cause that pain so every time he heard any sort of pain in Toushirou’s cries he would stop and nip and lick at the pink patch over Shirou’s back. When the pain seemed to have faded away into more pleasure filled begging, Urahara started to scissor his fingers stretching out tense muscles.

Urahara pulled his fingers out again after a while, earning a sob followed by a malevolent glower from his pet. He let Shirou’s arms down and undid the ropes at his wrists. Instead he pushed the white haired captain over towards the small but comfortable bed that had so intimidated the captain when he first walked in. There were hand cuffs at the head of the bed and ankle cuffs at the foot. However, Urahara ignored these and pulled out the hand cuffs. He secured Shirou’s arms again, “There now you have no reason to complain,” He leaned in and captured Toushirou’s lips for the first time that night. He usually tried not to kiss his pets…they weren’t his lovers and he didn’t feel any sort of passion for them. However something about Toushirou’s pouty lips and lust filled sea water green eyes. Maybe he had found that one person…maybe Shirou…he rolled his eyes at the thought. The kiss wasn’t great, the kid didn’t know what he was doing and he was over eager and too rough.

Breaking the kiss Urahara slid down Toushirou’s trembling body. “No more begging?” He asked nipping at Shirou’s bellybutton, an outty. He smirked and started to nip his way back up Toushirou’s flat stomach, he wouldn’t do it for Shirou unless the other begged for it.

Shirou tugged at his restraints, “No,” He panted, smirking. He had started to squirm under Urahara before the blond had even reached his navel getting the right amount of friction from between their bodies. Maybe when Urahara noticed what he was doing and moved away he would start to beg again but this was just enough for him. That was what he thought until Urahara spread his legs and tipped him up so that his ass was up in the air, his legs nearly wrapped around his head. He was flexible and so the odd position didn’t bother him. What bothered him was the large amount of COLD lube that was suddenly poured into him. It trickled slowly into his ass as if his anus wasn’t working, wasn’t doing its job to keep substances like that out any longer. He didn’t realize that those muscles were not as tight as they once were due to Urahara’s prepping. He was about to beg for the friction he had lost when Urahara slid three fingers into him this time shattering all thoughts of the need throbbing between his legs.

The lube heated up at once and became almost like a fire burning out from inside of him. The heat spread up his body and through his loins and into his stomach. He could see stars popping in and out of existence before his eyes. He would have thrashed if he had been in any position to do so. It hurt but those fingers were doing something miraculous to him. They were probing him but at the same time setting off those fireworks that dazzled his eyes and sent the fire racing through him. It wasn’t the lube setting him on fire it was those fingers. He howled, eyes squeezing shut the stain of hot tears marring his face. He had seen women in porno movies crying but never understood until now. If this was sex, he could die of the intoxicating feelings rocking him to his very core.

Toushirou managed to open his eyes and gaze up at Urahara seeing the pure lust in the man’s face somehow made the pleasure edge up a notch. He was going to cum and he had hardly been touched at all. The tension of it was mounting in his lower stomach making him pant and sob and yank at his restraints.

“Cum for me pet,” Urahara growled knowing the signs when he saw them. He had pulled his fingers out for a second, plunging just one in to rub and tease Toushirou’s prostate with every ounce of skill he had. He wanted to see Toushirou pushed over that last edge, pushed over and destroyed by the fiery passion he had kept buried for so long. This was the true power of a seme and he loved the control he had over it. It made him feel drunk with its heady power.

“SHIT!” Toushirou gasped out, his final clear explanative before he dissolved into meaningless sounds and cries.

The feel of tight muscles clamping down around his finger made Urahara groan low in his throat, “Good pet, that is what I wanted.” He watched the last squirts of thick sticky cream dribble across Toushirou’s heaving stomach and chest. He had had a lot of cum for a man as old as he claimed, maybe his body still retained the sex drive of a teenager. Urahara secretly wondered if his new pet could get it up again after a few moments like any other teen he had been banged by.

There was only one way to find out. As Toushirou began to calm, he undid the restraints and grabbed a towel to clean up the mess Toushirou had made. He didn’t like to fuck a messy uke unless he had no means by which to clean him up.

“Sorry,” Toushirou panted still short of breath, eyes closed on the world. From his relaxed position Urahara could tell that the young man felt none of his early shyness or nervousness. Tossing the sodden towel into the biohazard bin he kept in each of his privet rooms, he shifted, stroking his quite hard shaft.

“Not a problem, I wanted to make you jizz.” He said watching as Toushirou shifted and sat up, eyeing Urahara’s length with mounting unease. “You see something you like?”

Toushirou gulped and his eyes flittered up to Urahara’s for a split second before they locked onto something else in the room. Urahara gave an inward sigh, he ought to have known. Once the need had fled, the first time sub often got cold feet. However, that was okay. He did have other subs waiting for his attention, ones that would take control afterwards and give him the fucking he wanted, and make sure he got off the way he liked. “It’s okay,” He dismissed the teen with a slight nod, “Go on.”

Like a whirlwind, Toushirou yanked his clothes back on and fled from the room.