"I'm sorry, Taichou. I'm so so sorry..." Renji repeated in supplication, letting the lust rise to his eyes and overpower him, flicking out his tongue to savour the damp hardness of the other breathless shinigami, wetting the underside to the very tip where he opened his lips and sucked hard, Byakuya breaking into a rhapsody of throaty moans, blushing at the attention.
"R-Renji...Renji - stop!"
The lieutenant's almost blind, entirely hungry licking sought to oppose the order, that ravishing mouth all but continuing on its wicked way, making for this shaft a wet cavern of intense pleasure...pleasure Byakuya was succumbing to slowly, trembling, hips jerking up into the heat.
The Gods grinned.
"Such hot noises," remarked the silver but, thinking that Byakuya's pseudo-complaints about how all this was wrong will eventually distract Renji, immediately reached a hand to muffle any more of the captain's notions. Or was it more to the inclination of sadism that he did so?
No matter.
He amusedly watched such rage in those slate gray eyes burst from the hushing motion, only to drown in the agony of pleasure as the lieutenant struck a sensitive spot on his organ, to which Ichigo laughed.
The strawberry was being bestowed upon by Aizen-sama a flurry of little kisses and nips but wriggled free, teasingly, engaging the tattooed beauty on the floor with bits of instruction.
"Slowly...slowly…make him beg for it," the War God trilled into that ear. "Give his balls some attention. And go lower to his anus, don't be afraid. They always like it there when you flick your tongue in."
To Byakuya's horror, Renji unconsciously followed those words, releasing his cock head with a 'pop', sliding his tongue lower to those once-hidden places, leaving trails of saliva, slicking the skin, his breath warm and tickling, making the captain heave and sigh, eyes rounding when Renji found his budding entrance and turned his attentions there.
The taichou shuddered. His body shook to the very core, bucking which only brought him closer to that touch.
Just what the Gods wanted, for the noble head to slowly become vulgar about his hidden and unquenched desires. Speaking of which, the High God not appreciating how Ichigo had left him hanging, sauntered over to the youth, effortlessly straightening his form by an arm to continue where they had left off.
"You're impatient today," grinned the strawberry, allowing the older God to hold him and kiss, for the latter's lips to find those places where he was keen and sensitive and bring him back to the mood from there.
"You're right. I can't wait any longer," Aizen-sama all but whispered, voice rich with lust above the minute sounds both shinigamis were making, lifting one of Ichigo's legs up to expose his own damp entrance and...slam straight in.
"A-ah-aaahhhhhhhh…so big!" the youth could not help but exclaim as the length penetrated all the way through, before Aizen-sama pulled it a bit out only to ram right in again, sheathing his machine; their Ichigo's inner chasm, a warm envelope that took him in just right and tightly.
Gin-sama's eyes narrowed at the display, his own erection thrumming suddenly, only then realizing that he himself needed to release. He turned to the captain he had in his grip, now sinking deeper as his bound fukutaichou worked on his cock below, slapping his tongue, lips and yes, teeth even, everywhere his hands could not get to at the moment.
The silver let Byakuya go. The taichou had his eyes clenched tight, lost, writhing as Renji's every suck brought him closer and closer. He arched. Gin-sama caught him by the hair immediately, impatiently turning that disoriented face to meet his hard, pulsing member.
"I also would like to stake claim on your virginity…here," and the Lord did not allow for any more debates, pushing his large dick into that mouth, only giving Byakuya a moment to get used to his size before moving as he wanted, no matter of control whatsoever.
Ichigo groaned before crying out, "Hnngg - that's it! Ah! Deeper!" which was an encouragement to them all: Renji pushed his tongue into his captain's hole the same time Aizen and Gin both ravished the ones they were thrusting into.
The strawberry collapsed, helplessly gripping what's still visible of the chair's arms where they had tied Byakuya, careful for his knees not to buckle lest he fell onto the crimson-haired shinigami now between his legs. His own unhandled length bobbed, drawing near the small of Renji's back with every shove forcefully generated by Aizen-sama's hips, until the head was already poking the other's nape, smearing his pre-given juices.
Blessed friction! Ichigo grabbed a handful of those fiery locks for some manner of nonsensical anchorage as he rubbed himself there, riding his High God's push, leaning in when at last he couldn't take it anymore and coming, spilling his warm and generous climax on the tattooed back of the lieutenant, painting the other's skin a shade of thick, rich whiteness.
Renji shivered, moaning where he had now again locked his lips around his taichou's cock.
Still drugged and high on pleasure, as his Lord continued to pound into him, the strawberry reached a finger and twisted it into Byakuya, "Here's your first taste of your captain's seed. Uhn...Your reward," and doing all of them a favour by causing the dark-haired captive to explode in utter bliss finally, the last of the proverbial straw, his lips in turn clenching around Gin-sama who climaxed into his mouth at the suction, the other God holding that head closely, burying himself deep to the base of his erection inside. Aizen came but a second after his silver, again coating his War God's insides with much fluid, making the latter moan and pant, feeling so happily full.
An excess of moans reached the heavens by the time they were all done, the sounds but settling in gently against moist skin and heavy breathing.
By instinct, both shinigamis had swallowed, taking in all that they were given, coughing but keeping the secretions in when they were at last allowed to pull off. But little slivers escaped, Renji licking at the trail on the corner of his lips, hair falling beautifully down half his face as he stared at his captain from behind the crimson shroud.
Byakuya was a rendered mess, lips trembling and swollen from the earlier onslaught, slightly parted, his overall features misted over. He had on him the evidence of the rape, the silver's seed staying smeared in places, plastered like some form of shameful proof which rendered the disgraced other immobile.
Truly, he was in disbelief. To be brought this low, becoming a mere receptacle for Gin-sama's need as he unwillingly spread his legs for his own adjutant below and eventually coming into him. The captain choked back a sob.
The most disappointing part was that he had revelled in it, enjoying every ounce of the act. He liked how it all felt. Gin consoled him with a pet to the hair, "There, there Byaku. Just learn to accept it. It will be better that way." But those words were simple mockery wrapped in sweetness. The captain shuddered...
"Fast learner, this one," Aizen addressed his two recuperating loves who both nodded at the sentiment.
Sparing no time, Ichigo reached for Renji again, bringing him back into his embrace and kissing the spot where he had earlier ejaculated, tasting his own self there.
"Shi-shit, Ichi-sama please," Renji begged as the God began to rekindle earlier flames, stroking his neglected cock so the shinigami remembered that he had not yet come like the rest of them with the efforts just a few minutes earlier. Damn, he couldn't even touch himself because of these wretched fastenings! "Please my Lord, wait!"
The War God's answer was an obvious 'no' as he all but began tormenting the crimson-haired one again, fingers travelling to roll those perked up nipples between the balls of his digits, tugging, pinching, causing Renji to yelp and mewl, throat vibrating with delicious, helpless noises as the lieutenant bit his lip, crying out mercy when at last he seemed to be unable to take it. To which Ichigo-sama only responded with further strokes and teases, taking that cock into his hand so he may play with it, but choosing to stifle the climax with a hard squeeze at the base, bobbing it so a desperate Byakuya could see the effects of his little gestures.
"Damn - haahh-ahh...Ichigo-sama!" It wasn't helping, all this verbal colour. The captain was feeling himself getting aroused again, and fast. Gin noted that with one of his evil chuckles.
"Looks like Renji-chan isn't the only shinigami who's…quick to the point," he commented eyeing the two's erections beautifully coming to life once more, the beating veins evident if you looked closer enough. Not that they were ever limp or dead cold since the beginning of this moresome. The aphrodisiacs guaranteed that the pleasure will never let them both go, after all.
Aizen laughed. But then he shifted, leaning in to run a lazy but appreciative palm over Renji's body as Ichigo gladly continued to taunt it with his own caresses.
'Isn't it about time we brought everything to light?' the High God mentally passed on the suggestion, intent on Byakuya's admission, something of course the other two Lords agreed upon immediately.
The taichou, noticing how Aizen had lingered to rubbing a defenceless Renji by the tender ring of his anus, asked in a gasping voice, "What are you...doing?"
The fukutaichou sighed, lips parting as he gave forth a broken rosary of rapturous exhales. The older of the Gods seemed to be inspecting his body, "Very proportioned muscles. Fine skinned. Smooth enough. Luscious enough…"
"What are you doing?!" Byakuya again repeated, this time, giving greater effort to his admonition, yet only to fall into moaning as Gin all but reached a hand simply and squeezed the tender head of his erection, mind not able to decide which was worst: getting aroused like this or seeing Renji getting excited by the two Gods who had him in their charges.
Aizen-sama made a show to the captain, kissing the crimson-haired shinigami in genuine mouth-rape fashion, making the latter go limp in his hold before passing on the gesture to the waiting strawberry.
"What do you think?" the High God then asked the youth. "Will he make a suitable candidate? How do you think will he look in Citadelian robes?"
Byakuya audibly and obviously gasped. His revolt and apparent tension was prominent as he stared at the Lord, who turned to him with a stunningly gorgeous smile, "I'm actually considering something Taichou. Maybe after this, I'll bring your second-in-command home with us."
Aizen was...Aizen was…
The captain's mind was immediately gripped with panic at the thought. Aizen was...no! He could not be serious!
"Looks like someone doesn't want you to do that..." Gin-sama in his lovely sing-song voice eyed his two, Ichigo bending over like a vampire, running a moist tongue on his play thing's neck, tracing the lines marked there by ink.
Byakuya's expression changed from pain to pain, the reality sinking in that unless he did something...Renji's smile...his voice...his everything...was in danger of being stolen away, far from his reach.
Ichigo-sama moved them both so that the fukutaichou was on the floor with him again, "I'm taking him. I want him broken in before we bring him to the Citadel."
"Of course love," it was the God Spear who agreed. "It's not like he cares about what will happen, isn't that right Byakuya?"
No, the taichou did care. He cared too much, in fact. It was easy to read in the way he gritted his teeth and glared and fought within. He cared. More than that...he loved the other in all honesty that the idea of losing him this way was a thing that actually brought his hidden fears. It scared him the most.
He looked up with pleading eyes at the Gods who held them at their mercy.
"Aizen-sama…please..."
Ichigo licked his lips, nodding in approval, hearing those strained words fall. He'd now eased his constricting hand to let just a bit of the other's climax out. They've almost won this round. All that was needed was for the captain's pride to crumble entirely as he admits the truth. The High God fisted Renji's hair, showing the adjutant's aroused state to Byakuya.
"Will you still deny that you don't want him?" The Lord needed him to look at the other's lost expression, the way the fukutaichou was so engrossed now and wrapped in heady need. "Say no and I'll carry him with us to the Citadel. He'll make a good Arcana...or a better sex slave - whichever he becomes first."
That was the final blow. He couldn't picture this end for Renji. His heart ached at the mere idea. He wanted to scream 'enough'.
Byakuya bowed his head in defeat. "No."
Aizen quirked a brow, "Beg pardon captain?"
Byakuya shook his head, even as the silver again extended his hand and pumped his cock to readiness, "N-No…don't...don't take Renji away."
This time, he accepted the ministration. He moaned into the grip that tightened around his member, made those docile sounds while finally admitting with his very soul that he was enjoying himself here, and that what would make it more perfect was to be completely emptied into his fukutaichou. Byakuya had fantasized about it, longed for it, craved for it enough that he felt he should be condemned to Hell for feeling this way towards his own subordinate. He needed him. Like an endless hunger, unstoppable thirst...
"And why, may I ask?" Aizen-sama left the toying to Ichigo as he pushed the issue further, balancing a hand on his hip as he stared the other shinigami down.
"He's my fukutaichou," Byakuya conceded.
"Is that all?"
The noble head bit his lip, hard, drawing blood and drawing himself to his own senses, head still bowed and hidden under a mop of black hair, "…I…want him."
That wasn't enough.
Gin fisted the captain's hair again, making him stare straight into the fully stimulated form of his long-beloved as Ichigo made that body beg and throb, reaching a hand below, fingers already parting the outer folds of the redhead's entrance, ready to penetrate the tightness there.
Renji was held again in the same way by Aizen-sama, making every subtle reaction to the strawberry's touches visible.
"Louder Byakuya-taichou," the God Spear forced. "Say it clearly so we can all hear you." Aizen-sama was waiting with narrowed golden brown eyes.
"I want him!" Byakuya repeated as he panted. "Please…I want Renji. Give him back to me!"
Those words cut through the redhead's intoxication and snapped him back to earth, looking up, stunned, at the seething form of his captain, who was more dismally angry at himself now for taking this long to tell him the truth.
"Ah, finally," Gin laughed, letting Byakuya go with a kiss and walking over to join his fellow Lords.
With that the game was done. The High God stopped his beloved strawberry with a hand to a shoulder, Ichigo of course quickly understanding and taking his own hands off their captive redhead. Immediately, he came into the silver's arms when the latter gestured for him, loving the way the other's embrace wound around him.
The strawberry didn't have qualms about stopping, no, not in the slightest. All this was his idea to begin with after all, wasn't it? He couldn't be happier...
Both shinigamis were quiet, stuck on the moment, Renji staring down but seeing nothing - not the carpeting, the obvious spots left by their pleasuring there...not even his spread legs and strained erection. His captain wanted him! His captain…the fact didn't seem to be sinking in.
As for Byakuya, he had fallen still, physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted it seemed…
"I'm sorry," the captain apologized with a low voice, making his subordinate look up at him.
"T-Taichou…" and Renji smiled to himself, casting his eyes low again, feeling happy somehow. "It's all right." Indeed. The confusion was over. The ordeal was over. Or was it?
"Now for their rewards?" Ichigo-sama leaned a head back over his nudging Gin-sama's shoulder so he can look at Aizen and whisper. "Surely, this isn't the end of it?" Still more room for other conniving thoughts.
The High God was eyeing Byakuya who was still hiding his shame under his damp tresses, despite what he just said, what he earlier confessed, a palpable intention to release him from his constraints now evident.
The Lord pronounced the verdict for them all, "Let's let him finish the task."
Yuri: Done. With a fever and updating, hehehe. :')
