Dungeon II

Toushirou was just leaving the dungeon as Ichigo came in. He wasn’t over the age of eighteen but there were exceptions made for him because his pet was the dungeon master. He usually waited until his pet was free but he was feeling…frisky. The guard on the door nodded to him and he grunted, waving as he passed into the dark loud dungeon. He didn’t mind the loud music it drowned out a lot of the louder patrons. He walked right back to his pet’s private dungeon and stopped just in time to keep from running head long into Shirou. From the high blush in the man’s cheeks he must have just finished a scene. He grinned, “Have a good night Toushirou Kun.”

The short man stumbled and started to run making Ichigo laugh right out. Entering the private room he saw his pet in the corner bed, stroking himself looking rather frustrated. He closed and locked the door behind him, “Have fun?” He asked seeing the mess on the bed that had yet to be cleaned up. The mess wasn’t bad, he had seen worse from others.

“Yeah,” Urahara started to grin now. He shifted off the bed and took up the sheets that had been splattered with Toushirou’s cum. Those went into the biohazard bin too. “Till he got off and ran away on me leaving me like this.” He motioned to his nice hard on.

“My poor pet,” Ichigo purred no real sympathy in his voice. He went to Urahara, “So Kisuke, want the usual?”

“If that’s what my master wants,” he said starting to put up the toys he had used on Toushirou. They weren’t the ones that Ichigo liked to use on him after all. Instead he pulled out the dog leash and the collar that had his name printed on it. He clicked the collar around his neck and handed the leash over to his master.

“I’m not sure, finding you here…and hard…were you expecting that little goody goody to suck you off or something? Or were you going to top him from the bottom? Like you try to do to me, I think you need to relearn the lessons I taught you when I first took you on as my pet.” Ichigo said still holding the leash that was attached to the collar Kisuke wore. He took up a riding croup that he always used on his pet and cracked it across the palm of his hand.

Kisuke Urahra trembled in a pleasant way. He had been thinking about this the whole night. It looked like this would be the last scene he did tonight in his private dungeon his usual clients would have to find someone else to play with. Then, after a few hours of fun and after he was…relieved…it was his turn to watch the main floor. The fist blow was light, just enough to get him going, not that he needed it. He gave an exaggerated gasp, “Yes master.” He moaned letting himself be forced to his knees before his master. He could tell that Ichigo was already excited and he wondered just what it was that had excited the teen.

He didn’t have time to think about it but he did have time to enjoy the scent and the warmth of Ichigo’s arousal that was steaming out of Ichigo’s too tight pants. Kisuke groaned like a bitch in heat when Ichigo ground his loins into his face. The hand in his hair tugged and yanked at his hair knocking his green and white hat off of his head and to the floor. He didn’t care, how could he when his master was practically fucking his face.

Ichigo gave a particularly rough tug and he opened his eyes to gaze up at his master waiting for instructions. “Take my pants off.” He ordered, panting.

Kisuke did as he was told, or what he thought he had been told. He reached up to undo the fly of Ichigo’s pants but got the riding croup firm’s slap across his back. Gasping and looking up at his lover with lust in his eyes he bit his lower lip. He had done something wrong.

“I was doing as you told me to master.” He whined not aware of what he had done wrong. He didn’t need an explanation for what he had done wrong, he loved it when his master hit him with that crop. However, if things were going to go where he wanted them to go…he had to know what his master needed.

“With your teeth, don’t touch me in any other way or I will hit you again,” He said running his hands through his pet’s hair. Kisuke groaned not willing to admit that such a request was something he had been dreaming of lately. If Ichigo knew he was reading his mind he would snort and hit him upside the head and tell him to stop being an idiot. Instead he concentrated on getting the button on those tight jeans undone. It was hard but he managed after a few moments then…the fly was a piece of cake. It went down with a nice clicking sound that electrified his senses. Once that was out of the way he could smell Ichigo more clearly, that unique sent was doing amazing things to his body. Just when he thought he couldn’t’ get any harder…

Without too much thought, Kisuke reached up and curled his fingers around the waist band of his master’s pants intending to pull them down. “No,” Ichigo said his voice cold the crop slashing across Kisuke’s left hand. Yanking it back he cradled it against his chest. It hadn’t hurt, if Kisuke thought he was a good seme, Ichigo was so skilled he put him to shame.

Stroking the reddening flesh he pouted, “But master.” He whined sniveling and about ready to grovel if that was what it took to get those pants off so he could have access to the teenager’s boxers.

“I said with your teeth,” Ichigo snapped hitting his lover again, this time against that nice boyish face that Toushirou had admired so much only an hour before. “Don’t make me have to tie you up and teach you how to obey your master.”

That hit had stung but it only made Kisuke more excited. Don’t ask him why, only Ichigo knew just why pain turned him on the way it did. “Yes master,” he moaned linking his hands behind his back to keep himself out of trouble this time. He leaned in and caught the edge of those pants between his pearly white teeth. Ichigo bucked and rubbed himself against the blonde’s cheek and neck. He could feel a small wet patch on those boxers and knew at least he wasn’t the only one that was going mad with desire.

He was making no progress on getting Ichigo’s pants off and he was growing frustrated. When would he have a chance to taste his master’s fucking cock! Never at this rate. He knew he was going to get it but he reached up anyways and yanked those pesky pants off as well as his master’s underwear in one quick motion.

Ichigo sighed and kicked his shoes off followed by his pants. He didn’t say anything at first he just gazed down at his naughty pet. He could see in Kisuke’s face that he knew what he had done was wrong…what should he do to his pet? Bad little Kisuke…

Grabbing his uke by his blond hair he tugged at it, “Follow me,” Ichigo growled through gritted teeth being sure to not tug too hard. The one thing that ended a scene faster than his dad walking in on them was ripping a hand full of hair out of Kisuke’s scalp. He waited for the taller man to get to his feet before he guided him over to the wall where the restraints were lined up. Ichigo looked them over keeping a hand in Kisuke’s soft hair forgetting all about the leash that still dangled from his pet’s collar. “Ah.”

Kisuke gulped and began to struggle a bit just because he knew his master liked it. Despite his acting he actually wanted to beg to be tied up with the arm binder Ichigo had picked up. Instead he put on the act of unwilling sub that would get both of them further into the mood. “No, master, please, please not that one.”

“Turn around,” Ichigo ordered holding the leather binding in his hands. Kisuke obeyed without much of a fight now. “Good pet,” Ichigo took his uke’s arms and pulled them back behind him, slipping them into the leather sleeve that would keep them behind his pet’s back. He zipped the sleeve up securing his pet’s arms in place.

“Master…” He looked over his shoulder at Ichigo and saw that cold heartless look there. It made his heart skip a beat but he knew that Ichigo didn’t feel that way deep inside, if he felt heartless he wouldn’t’ bother to spare his flesh when he whipped him or when he tugged at his hair. “The swing?”

Ichigo’s face broke out into a grin then, a grin that made Kisuke feel like swooning. Maybe now he knew how Toushirou felt while being tied up and whipped. He was in this man’s hands completely and he had to trust that Ichigo would get him to where he wanted to be, to that world of pleasure that made him quiver and whine in need. Ichigo didn’t ask him why he had asked to be put into the one swing in the room he just guided him over, helped him into it so that his arms dangled over the back comfortably. Next he got Kisuke’s feet through their loops so that the leather would cradle those scrawny legs at the knees and keep his pet’s legs spread wide for him.

“Good?” Ichigo asked checking the straps, checking the stability of his pet so that he wouldn’t fall out by accident.

This road was a two way street.

The swing was meant for the uke to have his arms tied above his head but…this worked too, Ichigo saw. This put his pet on a good level too. He brought over the sex machine by the ridiculous name of ‘dick dexterous fucking machine.’ While that would have been a good porn name…

Kisuke saw the machine and began to whine and squirm in the swing. He hadn’t thought that he would get that shoved into him if he asked for this form of pleasure. Not that he minded, but the dick was about the same girth as he imagined Zaraki Kenpachi’s. There was no use in struggling, it seemed that his master had his mind set on what he was going to do to him. He could always call an end to this but he wondered just what it would feel like to have that thick rubber in him. Kisuke had always used it on other subs he had never been on the receiving end of it. He watched as Ichigo slipped an anal condom on it then slicked it up with the anal lube he had used on Toushirou.

“Master,” Kisuke moaned squirming, wiggling his ass his attitude changing in a heartbeat. That dick just looked so…the only thing he could think of to describe how he felt about take it was…’grrrrr’. Ichigo sure did know how to get his blood hot.

Ichigo went and got a rubber glove from the dispenser, smirking. His pet liked latex and he himself enjoyed the way it felt with its fine powder on the inside caressing his skin and the feeling of the cold thick lubricant surrounding the rubber that encased his fingers. He walked back over to Kisuke, pressing one finger into his pet’s ass. He took it with the skill of an old pro, not that Ichigo expected anything else from the man who had taught him the ropes.

With a crook of his finger and a come-hither motion he had his pet squirming again. Usually Kisuke wasn’t too vocal but tonight he seemed completely lost in the scene. Ichigo felt a bit touched that Kisuke had finally completely let go around him. He leaned in and swirled his tongue around the head of the blonde’s dick getting a choked cry from the man. Maybe he ought to put a cock ring on his pet to keep him hard because he was sure that Kisuke wasn’t going to last too much longer. He stopped teasing the store owner’s prostate just focusing on shoving his finger in and out of his pet. Ichigo wasn’t too sure if Kisuke could feel the latex inside of him but he was sure he was enjoying the rub of it over his balls and inner thighs. “Want another finger in you?”

Kisuke whimpered and nodded trying to fuck himself as best as he could against that finger. When it left him he had no recourse but to begin begging. “Master, what …what the hell?” he whined eyes following Ichigo around the room. What was he doing? “C’mon…don’t leave me here!”

Ichigo came back with a cock ring and a grin on his face. “I want to make things last.” He explained putting it around Kisuke’s base and balls. Making sure it was tight he slicked his fingers back up and shoved two fingers into Kisuke’s willing body. Just like with the one finger the two went in without much pain on his sub’s part. With only a little prep he could tell that Kisuke was ready for more. It didn’t hurt that Kisuke was…

“Fuck me…fuck me master,” Begging for it with every ounce of breath he had in him. He tried to change the angle at which those fingers were stroking his insides. He wanted to feel them against his prostate again, he wanted to feel his orgasm drawing closer because he knew from experience that Ichigo wouldn’t just let him cum. He would be teased and tortured and he wanted it so bad that it was almost a physical pain. “Please fuck me, let me cum.”

While Ichigo did enjoy hearing Kisuke whine like that he didn’t want it to push him to do something rash. Pulling his fingers out again he ran his gloved hand up over Kisuke’s trembling stomach and towards the other’s flushed cheeks, “Maybe when I feel like it pet.” He slapped Kisuke’s face and pulled the glove off tossing it out. Taking up a ball gag he brought that over and crammed it into Kisuke’s mouth. “But right now you need to be quiet.”

Kisuke’s eyes widened in shock, he had never had a ball gag shoved into his mouth before but he found that he was enjoying the experience. However, he’d have to remind his master that you never do anything to your pet without asking them first or if they beg for it and really mean it. Ichigo wasn’t as experienced as Kisuke had thought or maybe he was just that aroused by this. He knew he was. When he felt a cold object shoved against his ass he cried out against the hard rubber ball that was filling his mouth. Ichigo wasn’t shoving it in…not yet.

If only his mouth wasn’t wrapped around the ball gag, he could have begged for Ichigo to put it in him.

“Hold your horses.” Ichigo said, his voice muffled and Kisuke realized that his Master was taking the rest of his clothes off. He tried to watch but Ichigo was too far away and the angle he was at… it made him squirm and whine. Why couldn’t Ichigo just give him what he wanted when he wanted it? Why did Ichigo have to be the world biggest cock tease? Ah but he had taught his master…

Ichigo came back into view and he was smirking from ear to ear. “Want this?” He shoved the toy harder against Kisuke’s ass watching it as the silicon started to go into his pet’s body.

Kisuke had no other options, he had to reply to his master but he couldn’t say ‘yes’ so he just nodded squirming again trying to press further down onto that toy. It went in a bit further and he moaned around the ball gag. Maybe if he hadn’t been so vocal…Ichigo wouldn’t have shoved the damned thing into his mouth.

Without warning the toy was suddenly shoved deep in to Kisuke’s body. Now that brought a scream and Kisuke was suddenly glad he had the ball gag in his mouth because if…by some chance…the men on the other side of that door heard their dungeon master screaming like that…he was sure he would be made fun of for the rest of his life. He would have to move to the United States and change his name…

Ichigo turned on the machine which started to do its job, thrusting the fake cock in and out of his pet. The muffled cries that met that new pleasure made him grin. Running his hands up over Kisuke’s trembling body a terrible thought occurred to him. His pet was going to fuck Toushirou…wasn’t he? Just like that toy was fucking his pet now. Why would he do that…didn’t he care for his Master? A stab of emotional pain darted through his heart leaving behind a gaping wound there. Why? His pet…his pet was going to be punished he decided. How dare he hurt him like he had? Oh but he might find that his pet wouldn’t ever let him touch him again…but then again, he found he didn’t care at the moment. He went to get a flogger and noticed the rabbit fur one wasn’t where it ought to be, “So this is what you used on him. Hmmm?” How dare he…didn’t Kisuke know that he loved him? He could question him why he would take on a new pet when he hadn’t told him he could. Even though he kept telling himself that he was okay with Urahara having a bit of fun with Toushirou, he didn’t really believe that.

He was going to make his pet pay for that, for making him feel jealous. Ichigo took the flogger back over and ran it over his pet’s chest, “I see that you took it easy on that kid.” He said his grins disappearing from his face. That heartlessness was back but he didn’t realize it was there on his face. Ichigo forced the fur into his pet’s face making him smell it. “Does it smell like him, hmm Kisuke?”

No, he wasn’t going to be that gentle on the betraying bastard. He set the flogger aside and got the horse hair one. It would be like salt in the wounds, maybe this would make the other realize how he felt about cheating. He didn’t take it easy on his pet but Urahara was enjoying the rough thrashing he was receiving never realizing that his master was taking his bile out on him.

The horse hair brushed over his nipples with each hit mixing the pleasure filling him from the sex toy with the unique burn that only that flogger could inflict. He watched Ichigo work, watched the teen’s face and thought, ‘damned I love him.’ The combined sensations were drawing him close to his edge, which would mean…any second his Master would stop and let him cool down, let him catch his breath.

Ichigo did stop whipping his pet, but not to let him catch his breath. He needed his good hand and he wasn’t too great at doing anything with his off hand, whipping or what he wanted to do. After setting the flogger aside he started to stroke himself. Kisuke was watching him which made his blood boil. How dare he look at him like that when he probably looked the same way with anyone he played with? He wanted to force Kisuke to look away but…

He ran his hand up over his length slowly, but with growing passion. The head got more attention now, his fingers rubbing the pre around. “I hate Toushirou,” He growled starting to thrust into his own hand. He didn’t realize he had spoken until those shocked eyes locked onto his but he grinned and tangled a hand into Kisuke’s mane forcing the man’s head back. He wasn’t gentle as he had been before. He came around and, still stroking his hard on, started to rub himself against Kisuke’s flushed face. Stopping he took the ball gag off, “Suck me.”

Kisuke did it without thought, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out the way his Master had told him he like it. The salty taste of pre and the smell of his master’s length filled his nose. He moaned around Ichigo’s length wishing he had his arms free so that he could feel his Master’s abs flex and tremble as he thrust into his mouth.

Ichigo let go of the blond hair, forgetting for a second that he was mad at his sub. When he remembered that he was supposed to be upset with Kisuke he wondered why, the pleasure of that hot mouth made his brain shut down. He leaned forward, trying not to smother his uke in the process. He pulled Kisuke’s length towards him. Ichigo licked the head slowly the way he had done the when he had shoved the first finger into his pet.

The smell of Urahra’s arousal was in his nose, mixing with the thick scent of the toy and the lube. Running his fingers through the curly fringe of nearly white blond hair, he decided that when Urahara came home he would ask him what Toushirou meant to him. What he meant to the shop owner. That was the manly thing to do. He closed his eyes and started to suck that length down as if his life depended on it. It probably did because he was getting close. He hated cuming too fast but after playing with his pet he never lasted long.

Ichigo had completely forgotten about the cock ring around his pet’s loins. Even though they often used the thing when they had a long period of time they could play with. Ichigo deep throated Urahra’s length with ease from the angle he was at.

Despite the way he was bound and the toy in him, pistoning against his prostate, Urahara managed to thrust up into his master’s mouth. Tears stung his eyes the pleasure had brought them to his eyes. He bypassed his gag reflex and deep throated the length in his mouth for a few seconds before pulling back to swallow.

Ichigo pulled back suddenly, slapping his pet’s upper thigh making Kisuke scream around his shaft. “Gonna …gonna cum…” he moaned out against the blond’s slick shaft, getting a mess smeared across his face. He didn’t want to choke his pet so he pulled back and stroked his shaft hard and fast reaching his end fast. Too fast, god he still wanted more but..his cum was splattering a nice pattern over Kisuke’s shocked face and a happy little moan was rumbling in his chest. The shockwaves of pleasure were ebbing before Ichigo even had the chance to really enjoy them. What a disappointing little orgasm. He pulled away, looking at the mess he had made on his pet’s face. Maybe he could have a little revenge against his pet for taking on Toushirou and thinking he could have fun with him. Moving around he took off the cock ring. “Sorry…left this on.” He chuckled tossing it carelessly aside.

He took Kisuke’s free cock in hand now feeling it throb under his fingers. Ichigo pumped his pet in the same rough fast rhythm he had his own length. Determined to get Kisuke off fast, it really didn’t take long before he felt his pet stiffen under him. A short sharp cry escaped Kisuke’s trembling lips signaling his end, but Ichigo was more interested in the splash of hot cum. He leaned in lapping up the mess, getting a hot jet of it splattering over his neck and chin. He didn’t care, that’s why they had towels in here. Pulling back he went and got one to clean himself up. Ichigo wouldn’t give Kisuke the same courtesy however. He cleaned up and got dressed not saying a word to his uke until he was at the door.

“I’ll leave the door open, hopefully someone will find you.” He said with a teasing tone in his voice. Oh Kisuke would not be happy with him, he knew that. However, he wasn’t too happy with his pet. They would have to talk about tonight after Urahara got off.