Ichigo's hollow bolted as soon as he was out of the park. He wanted to give the impression of aloofness but only for as long as he needed to. Otherwise, he wanted to move on to other things before his time was up. He was still high on the espadas' reitsu and wanted nothing more than the feeling to last indefinitely. Which meant what he wanted more than anything right then was an easy way to Heuco Mundo. He wanted to find Ulquiorra and use him up just as he'd completely used up Grimmjow. He wanted to discover what kinds of pathetic sounds he could get that man to make when he was on the receiving end.
He knew the smaller but higher ranked espada would put up more of a fight than his counterpart but only because of what he'd seen. The hollow snickered at the idea that the green eyed arancar might have approached him just as easily, thinking they had the same condition, and gotten dragged in over his head. Now that he knew what he was capable of, he would be more cautious, possibly even avoid him. Tracking down the fair-skinned man might be amusing, if frustrating, and the subsequent encounter after he caught up with him would undoubtedly be exciting, full of muscle and teeth.
Unfortunately, he didn't have a good way to get to the hollow realm to get what he wanted and even if he could get there, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't be stopped by something else. As much as he hated to admit it, this was not a state he wanted to encounter Aizen, Gin, or Tousen in. He grumbled with frustration, vowing to finish his revenge at the very next possible juncture. Until then, he would have to find someone else to play with.
He was going to look for Uryu, knowing that young man would not disappoint him in putting up a good fight. Hell, he might even be able to get him to cry a little if he was lucky, but then he saw something that gave him another idea.
Kon was wandering around a few blocks from the Urahara shop. It appeared he was looking for something, but in his limited capacity as a stuffed lion, was becoming very frustrated. The hollow snickered and then swooped down behind the animated plushy. Knowing he'd have to play it just right or risk giving himself away, he allowed the mod soul a brief glance of orange hair as he reached around from behind to remove the soul candy from the stuffed body.
"Ichig-" was as far as the mod soul got before he was trapped in stasis.
The hollow giggled as he carried the candy off, gathering a few supplies before finding a reasonably secluded location. He had to travel longer than he would have liked to reach the outskirts of town, but he knew it would be worth it.
Once he felt fairly secure in his seclusion, he got to work. It took some doing, but he managed to tie himself up with a long, heavy rope. Before binding his hands behind his back, he took a moment to tie a blindfold over his eyes. He knew the knots were too loose to hold even Kon for very long, but all he needed was a head start. Once he exited the human body, he would have a few moments of the other's struggling confusion to tighten them securely. He held the soul candy between his teeth as he worked, swallowing it when he was confident of his ability to keep the human body bound.
Since he was leaning forward onto the ground, the hollow felt himself propelled backward out of Ichigo's human form, putting him in the perfect position to tighten and secure the rope binding it. The hard part at that point was not laughing too much at the futile struggle of the mod soul. He wanted to keep his identity a secret for as long as he could because simply physically torturing the other creature wasn't enough. He wanted his prey to agonize over who was torturing him as well and it seemed to work.
Once Kon realized how limited his movements were and remembered the flash of orange hair he saw before losing consciousness, he found words, not very many but enough to get started with. "Ichigo?" He tugged against the rope. When that didn't work, he tried to move the blindfold by rubbing his head against the ground. That worked momentarily, but only enough to catch a glimpse of soul reaper robes that seemed to confirm his suspicion. "Uugh, what the hell?" he winced as some of his hair was pulled in the effort to keep the blindfold in place. "You know you don't have to do this. You know I'll help you out if that's what you want," he tried to reason. "I'll even try not to look at you, if it really bothers you that much."
All he got in response was a hiss of contempt and his head smashed into the ground. Then, he felt his pants being roughly pulled down. Instinctively, he knew what was coming next and he winced at the idea.
"Oh god, Ichigo, no! Not like this!" he suddenly pleaded when he felt the head of the young soul reaper's cock start to press eagerly against his unprepared entrance, but the pressure didn't cease. "You're only hurting yourself, you know!
he tried to reason but it quickly turned into a scream of pain as he was penetrated.
Kon tried to take solice in the fact that his suffering was at least helping Ichigo get over his lust driven madness, but it was difficult. The teen had never been so rough with him before, and in spite of the advantage of his daunting strength, he more often opted for emotional and verbal abuse than physically harming the mod soul. However, it was difficult to be forgiving with as harshly as he was being abused. He had offered himself up freely for Ichigo to take advantage of during his episodes, but that was only because he knew he would never get treated like this. At least, he thought he knew that. Now he was starting to question everything he knew about the young vizard.
When he felt warm fluid start to drip down his thighs, he found the will to complain again. "Uugh! Ichigo! This really fuckin' hurts!" he griped through gritted teeth, earning a growl in response.
He didn't realize he was starting to cry until the cloth over his eyes started to stick to his face with moisture. After that, he tried to not let his aggressor hear his sniffling and sobbing, mostly as a matter of pride.
That lasted until someone who could actually stop them came along to interrupt.
Urahara and Hachi knew that their best advantage at this point was the element of surprise and they used it as best they could. First Hachi set up a nearly invisible box of energy around the pair. When the hollow impulsively reacted to that by releasing his captive in anger, Urahara cast his own binding kido on just him. It was one of the strongest he knew because he didn't want to waste time.
When the hollow became bound, he screamed in frustration and futilely struggled, falling prone to the ground in a fit of rage.
As soon as Kon heard the hollow's near screech, he realized that he had made the wrong assumption about his attacker, and this time he he was allowed the movement to push up the blindfold to confirm his suspicions. While somewhat comforted, he felt like an idiot for his mistake. He was pulled out of his thoughts by a kind and worried voice.
"Kon, are you okay?" Urahara asked carefully as he approached. He was all but ignoring the hollow possessed teen now that he was at least momentarily incapacitated, even if he was incredibly noisy.
"K-Kisuke," the mod soul sighed with relief.
Seeing that his creation was at the very least, dazed, the shopkeeper set to untying him and using his handkerchief to clean up some of the blood and cum that had started to run down his thighs. "Hachi is going to carry you back to the warehouse where you can be properly healed."
"What about-?" he looked over at the struggling form a few feet away.
"I will be taking him back to the shop with me," he informed bitterly.
Before Kon could reply to that, he was scooped up by the large vizard and carried off.
"You're even worse than blondie!" the hollow screamed at Urahara as he watched the other two leave.
"If by that you mean I have absolutely no intention of letting your run a muck with me, or anyone else for that matter, then you are correct," the blond replied in a dark voice before closing the distance between them.
The hollow had a smart reply to that but that was quickly forgotten when the older man started to beat him with his cane. At first, it only served to fuel his rage, but he was still too deep in his condition to completely resist taking some pleasure from the attention. The last thing he wanted, now that he was incapacitated, was to be ignored.
When it became apparent that the hollow wasn't going to put up a fight anymore, Urahara slung him over his shoulder and started home. He chose that method both because it was convenient and because it made it impossible to see the young man's face. He knew he would have to make eye contact eventually, but he needed a moment to consider what was to be done now that he'd gotten the chance to gauge the hollow's temperament.
The hollow couldn't find it in himself to argue with how rudely he was handled, not necessarily because he enjoyed that kind of treatment, though he undoubtedly did, but because he eventually settled into a position where he could rub his erection on the older man, even if it was just his shoulder.
The shopkeeper tried to ignore the bizarre humping motion and was successful until the creature spilled the young man's seed down the front of his shirt, as he had not bothered to redress Ichigo's body.
"Knock it off," the blond ordered in a low, warning voice as he held tighter, hoping to limit their friction.
Though he couldn't exactly rub himself on the other man anymore, the hollow quickly found himself cumming from the extra pressure around his hips. It made him laugh giddily. "It's not like I can just stop," he taunted. "What're you gunna do with me anyway?" he inquired, trailing off a bit at the end as he let his imagination get the better of him.
"You will see," Kisuke replied in an even voice. "And I know you can reel it in at least a little better because I've seen Ichigo do it."
The hollow scoffed at the comparison. "All he has are inhibitions. I have no inhibitions. I do as I please!" he boasted.
"If that is the case," the blonde man sighed as he stepped into his front door, "then you will be even easier to deal with than I anticipated."
"What's that supposed to mean?" the creature hissed in spite of having just been dropped onto the hardwood floor of the shopkeeper's bedroom.
"I can't believe Ichigo let himself get caught up with those espada again," the older man diverted as he began searching through a large trunk that rolled out from beneath his bed.
"That blue-haired bitch wanted it! And so did his sad-faced lover!" he boasted, craning his neck to see what was going on. The sudden loss of contact nearly had him rolling and flopping on the floor rather pathetically and their conversation was the only thing keeping him from doing anything more than rolling onto his stomach and grinding his hips against the floor.
"I don't pretend to understand their intrests. Ah, there it is," the shopkeeper almost smiled when he found the extra-dimentional doorknob. "I do, however, think I understand Ichigo fairly well and I thought he knew better than that."
The hollow laughed and then came a little at the second-hand memories of Grimmjaw coming on to his host earlier that night. "He waited too long...and was too afraid to spend any of the delicious reiatsu they gave him," he snickered between moans.
After sticking the knob into the wall next to his bed, Kisuke turned and took another long look at the writhing body before him. This was going to be an interesting challenge, that was certain. "I realize that. And Shinji, in spite of whatever good intentions, did not help things at all by trying to stop you himself. He should have known better as well," he grumbled and then watched the young vizard's hollow eyes roll as he came again, likely at the memory of abusing the addicted blond.
"He couldn't help himself," the hollow giggled. "Too bad the King won't understand that that's exactly why his...boyfriend," he had to practically spit out the word, "enjoyed it as much as he did."
Kisuke didn't respond to that. Instead, he scooped up the young man's body and carried it into the strange room. Had the hollow been in a better mind to notice, it was largely the same as the last time Ichigo had been there but with a few alterations.
"This set-up wasn't designed for you, so it's going to take me a moment to get things ready," the shopkeeper distractedly replied as he set the feverish body in his arms onto the silken bed.
"This is torture... This can't be good for this body," the hollow complained as just the painfully soft sheets against his exposed skin made him lose himself again. "You gotta let me go or the kid's brain's gunna be totally fried!" he threatened but to no avail. Another minute later, he tried again. "Do you even know what you're doing?" he challenged.
Kisuke wasn't about to answer that. Although he had assisted in incidents similar to this in the past, namely the hollow personality of a vizard running amok for a while, he knew that this was something different. None of his other friends had had their reiatsu so thoroughly amped up by that of a full hollow, let alone two very powerful hollows. He knew the trick would be finding a way to allow the teen to quickly regain full consciousness but with an approach that, at the very least, wouldn't damage the young man any more than he already was.
"Are you at least going to fuck me?" he tried a third time as he was flipped onto his back and his right arm forcefully extended. He gave in without thinking until he craned his neck to see why. Then, he tried to fight but as soon as he resisted, there was a skillful hand on his cock, making him cum again as his left hand was fastened to the adjacent bedpost just as easily as the right. "I'll tear this whole bed apart if I have to," he growled ineffectually.
Again the verbal protests were ignored. Kisuke removed the soul reaper socks and shoes, tossing them to the side and fastening the young man's ankles to the other two bed posts. This left the hollow spread-eagle across the soft bed with the majority of his clothes technically still on but so loose that he might as well have been naked. He expected the older man to pull back to survey his work so far but that was not the case. Instead, he felt the kido binding around his torso dissipate.
Instinctively, he struggled for his freedom once again but found his new physical bindings equal to the kido from moments before. It was about to fly into another rage of denial when long dexterous fingers start to tickle his sides. He continued to trash but now the moments were involuntary.
"Ah! Ah-ha-ha! Wh-Wha-What are y-you doing?" the hollow demanded between fits of giggles.
Kisuke didn't answer. He was too busy trying to find all of the most ticklish spots on Ichigo's soul form. It wasn't long before the creature could barely breathe.
The hollow tried to protest, but it would no longer come out between his forced laughter and his gasping and sputtering for breath. The shopkeeper was making him incredibly angry, but there was nothing he could do about it except try to shout and glare threateningly. On top of that, even the tickling sensations on his most vulnerable areas was enough to make him come, making it even more difficult to resist.
The hollow managed to speak one more time before he passed out from lack of oxygen. "At this point, it doesn't matter if I go back. I've had a taste of pleasure and I will stop at nothing to taste it again," he vowed between jagged breaths.
Kisuke gave a little sigh of exasperation as he finished the rather easy work of knocking the hollow out and congratulated himself silently as he his young friend's body went lax in his lap. He sat with him for a long moment after that, then nudged the orange-haired teen to make sure he was really out. He was just about to reach into his pocket to call Hachi to see how Kon as doing when he heard a mocking snicker.
"Nice try, old man, but you ain't gettin' rid of me that easy!" the hollow bragged.
"Why are you being so suborn?" the shopkeeper asked as evenly as he could. "What you want is gone now, so why don't you just go back where you belong?"
"King's too scared to come back out to face the consequences of his inaction," he haughtily replied. "Now, we both know that you're not going to let me enjoy this any more than you have to, so why don't we get this over with?" he proposed, licking his lips.
Kisuke frowned. "Ichigo is not responsible for your actions," he informed seriously, hoping he was also speaking to the young man hiding behind his hollow half.
"Sure he is. If he had taken better care of himself, none of that would have happened," the hollow crooned. "So come on. Since I am momentarily incapacitated, it's your move. You know you can't neglect me for too long," he rolled his hips upward.
"No, I suppose not," the shopkeeper gave a noncommittal shrug and slipped out from around the teen's body. "But I don't have to be the getting you off either," he added casually.
"Oh? I suppose you're smart enough to know when you've got more than you can handle. Who've you got in mind?" he nearly growled but received no answer. His captor simply left the room and started rummaging around in his closet. It took several minutes for him to return with several pieces of a larger object in both arms.
"You know, they teased me when I first made this," Kisuke mused as he started assembling his contraption.
"What is that? What are you doing? Get back here!" the hollow protested as he started pulling at his restraints again.
"I think this might just be the perfect thing for you," the blond bragged mostly to himself.
As the pieces started to fit into place, the hollow had a sinking feeling in his stomach. It was quickly becoming apparent that the device in question was going to be his partner for the rest of his episode.
It only took another few minutes to get the device assembled before Kisuke returned to the bed. He didn't bother to explain his creation as he fastened it around the young man's waist.
The hollow nearly came again when he felt the front, sleeve-like portion slide down around his borrowed cock. When he did lose himself, right after the light suction was turned on, he threw his head back in pleasure and felt something start to push against his backside. It squirted a thick, warm liquid onto his crack before forcing itself inside.
Only when everything was securely in place did Kisuke stand back with crossed arms and a critical look in his eyes as he surveyed his captive. Since he hadn't bothered to explain the device, he wanted to see the creature's earnest reactions.
For a long time, the hollow kept his eyes screwed tightly shut, if only as a reflex of orgasm, but when he did finally managed to open them and look down to examine the contraption fastened around his groin, he saw that the fluid lubricating the penetration of his backside was actually his own cum being sucked from his cock, through a short, clear tube, and through the length inside him. As his hips bucked uncontrollably, he noticed that the pace at which he was penetrated mirrored his own thrusts.
Seeing realization dawn on the hollow's features made Kisuke speak. "Do you like it?"
"It's like...I'm fucking myself..." he moaned.
The shopkeeper gave a pleased nod and left, returning with some tea and his pipe. He needed a few minutes to relax, but he knew better than to leave his guest alone for too long. The hollow didn't seem to care.