Three years ago. Some long months and counting after the strawberry from the human world was dragged to the Citadel and subjected to ceaseless training. He had already been broken, his body turned to a remembering vessel who responded hungrily albeit involuntarily to the ownership of the fierce and powerful gods.

All Ichigo could do was moan helplessly, as he was again raped, pushed face-first onto the cold floor. Naked and ravished, having climaxed many times over, his insides hurting to a torturous excess. He was afraid, very afraid, looking up over his shoulder at the merciless face of the High God.

A fearful trembling in his voice, "S-Stop...please-ahh! I beg you!"

No retribution here. Aizen wanted more and kept going for it, thrusting to the hilt without heed or indication of stopping. The cold yet beautiful Gin-sama sat nearby, watching without a readable expression on his face as the youth suffered on the floor, in the pool from his own bleeding groins and semen.

"M-Mercy! Please!" Ichigo cried, reaching his hand.

The High God yanked at his hair and slammed his head suddenly against the marble, blood instantly crying from a gash on his forehead. His head swam. He choked, coughed and could have fallen if not for the pounding and the hands that kept his rear up, meeting every push.

"Behave yourself. You can rest when I'm done," came the dangerous voice from the master.

It will never be done. The bastard will ram him over until morning and will repeat it all over again. Ichigo wished he would faint, but then the other was making him labor for every breath, it was an impossibility. The faintest of glints graced the other god's eyes.

The silver spoke, "You shouldn't have tried to run away."

Aizen-sama shifted his captive, pinning hands and bruising wrists, purposely grinding his still-hardened cock against that spot within the strawberry and forcing him to come, no matter how little he had or did not have left to give. Ichigo screamed, but the helpless pleas fell unto deaf ears.

His erection continued to throb and bob, the painful stiffness induced by a horde of aphrodisiacs forced down his throat earlier. The choice had been that or an agonizing spell, and he's had a taste of those lurid spells since day one. They were just ghastly and insufferable. But then all that they've done to him were insufferable. Choosing made no difference. It was pain either way.

He had been tortured, fucked, skewered alive. He ran away when there was a chance but that was the wrong move, clearly. They got to him as he was navigating blindly through the grounds where he was caught, beaten then dragged back to this place. That had been two days ago, and he'd been made to endure no sign of food nor water, bound to the bed in all possible, humiliating positions. When he was fed, it was the hideous concoction from between the gods' legs.

"Time to eat," Gin slowly rose from his seat, parting robes and brandishing his already-erect stamen. "Open wide boy."

"N-no..." Ichigo wanted to evade the assault, but Aizen's powerful hand cradled his chin and craned his neck, raising his mouth to meet the silver's erection. He had no choice but to swallow, and swallow hard as he was immediately deep-throated.

Two pulsing appendages being forced into his body, with little left for him to do but accept although every fiber in him revolted and fought. He was shoved below and above, choking on his own cries, his own pain.

"There, there...shh..." mock care and a seductive grin as Gin noticed new tears slipping down the strawberry's cheeks. But it was more an arousing sight, making the God Spear harder, thrust faster, almost as hastily as Aizen-sama continued on the other end.

Two equal sadists, these gods. They towered and laughed as he writhed in utter pain. Ichigo couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't swallow the feeling of being so dirty finally, of being so utterly destroyed that something in his mind had snapped, the results only discovered later after they had released him.

The strawberry cowered to the far end of the room, , a cornered beauty, hands and arms up as if to protect his already-fragile self. Semen smeared everywhere, blood, sweat and all manner of fluid they had forcibly squeezed out of him. The two gods stood before him. They could see the bruises and cuts, the many evidences of hard play and heated rape.

Aizen-sama reached and snatched his wrist, "Come here."

It was an order that shattered Ichigo's reverie and revealed his regression, "I'm sorry..." he didn't sound like how he should. He had become, in mentality, a child, trapped in some horrid nightmare.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, very much frightened, eyes looking up at the two, but absent...blank with trauma. "I will be a good boy.

"I...I promise...I won't do it again."

"Shh..." Aizen-sama gave his open mouth a kiss, tongue caressing the inside and urging some calm. "Shh...It's all right."

The strawberry finally broke through, and stuttered into reality, "Aizen...Aizen-s-sama-chan. It hurts."

The High God reached a hand between those parted legs, but stroking it made Ichigo flinch and clasp his hands hard against the arms of that body which held him from behind. He couldn't even move from where he was nailed by the excruciating turmoil, sweating profusely, entire body shaking.

Aizen gently unwound the binding necklace from the base, careful not to abrade the skin, but the strawberry still hissed, then gasped, entire body tightening and relaxing only when the entire ornament was removed. Ichigo panted, heaving for air. The beads were still stuck inside.

"Nnhng...hah-hahh-" the younger god swallowed, eyes shuttering close as his entire body relaxed backwards, collapsing into Aizen's embrace.

"My good boy," the High God kissed his face. "Now the rest of it all right?"

Ichigo nodded hesitantly. Aizen pulled the string in one fluid motion. A sudden fierce sting. The strawberry could have screamed, if not for the hand which automatically muffled the sound. Outside, a benumbed God Spear turned his head from where he's raised his Alpha, suffusing the Universe with his trenchant power. Above the chanting and cantillations, he could sense the disturbance behind.

Candles flickered. The smell of incense permeated from outside. How long has it been since the strawberry once more regained his thoughts and relaxed? Blood and bead diamonds. The High God had stopped to stare at them for a while.

"That's it," Aizen-sama replaced the hand with his lips and kissed the youth again, and Ichigo clung to him fervently as, slowly, he eased his hand up and down the strained member.

"Understand your Gin-sama. You know how these ceremonies affect him," the Lord spoke, a whisper into an attentive ear, mind remembering that this would perhaps be only the third Reparation Ichigo had attended. The last four he was either utterly imprisoned or ill. Then again, in all his attendances, he was pummeled senseless. Gin was simply torturous on these occasions, far from the loving silver in bed every night. "You have to contend with him for at least a couple more times. He tends to act out of character when he uses his Alpha."

Sadistic, to use a precise term.

A hand lovingly stroked the member, as with his other, Aizen-sama disrobed the strawberry, loosening the folds of silk and velvet until the latter was naked in his arms. Ironically, like literally unwrapped candy, his erection still pulsing and needing release. What he was asking basically is for Ichigo to open his legs and allow himself to be coerced.

"I will make sure he makes the necessary atonement after this," the Lord promised. "He shall ask for your forgiveness in full."

"Gin-sama...he scares me," a frightened Ichigo admitted.

"I know he does, my love. But then he trusts you to help him."

Hands let go for a moment to rub appreciatively over the other's exposed flesh. Aizen pinched the youth's prickly nipples, garnering exhales and deep groans. Splendid. He will have to prepare this one for Gin, at least to make the next union a little less abrasive, a little more pleasant. He considered drugging him with a spell, but then admired how Ichigo was heating by the mere flick of his fingers and that tongue to his neck, and aborted the notion.

"Will you allow Gin...to take you?"

The High God was getting rather drowsy again himself. Perhaps he will indulge in this body before the silver comes back in for seconds. He once more took that penis in hand. It was extremely hard, tip practically dripping with pent-up pre-ejaculate.

"Let's relieve you first?" Ichigo enthusiastically nodded, making the Lord smile. "All right then my beauty...

"Come."