"Tch."
Hichigo rifled through his bag after crumpling up the list and tossing it over his shoulder. He pulled out his toys one by one, opening them. A bottle of lube was opened next. The liquid coated the vibrator, which was shoved up Ichigo's ass. "What's wrong, Kon? Don't you think this will be fun?"
A smirk was sent to Kon, who was unresponsive.
After five minutes of prepping the unconscious Ichigo, Kon decided to speak.
"What are those for?"
"This," Hichigo said, gesturing to Ichigo's mouth, "is a ball gag. It will keep him quiet. This," he pointed to Ichigo's cock, "is a three piece cock ring and ball divider. It will make him harder for longer. The best part is that he can't release with it on."
Hichigo snickered to himself at the thought of his torture. "This," he held up a remote control, "goes to the vibrator."
A feathery stick was held up. "With this, I can make him really suffer. It's a whipper tickler."
Hichigo dug through his bag, finding clove clamps. "Oh, I almost forgot to put these on."
They were clamped down on Ichigo's nipples.
"Why do you have a candle in all of this?"
"That's for later. Put it over there with the black mini-whip. Now, Ichigo will start waking up in about five minutes. Let's think of ways to make Ichigo as hard as a rock."
Before Kon could say anything, Hichigo interrupted. "We are going to have sex in front of him. If you want my dick to slid in easy, you better start lubing yourself now. Also, put your pants back on after you're done with that."
Ichigo awoke five minutes later, dizzy and nauseous. "You... bastard... What did you do? I'm... going to... kill you."
Ichigo felt like he was floating. 'What was in that needle?'
His eyes roamed up Hichigo, who was seated before him. "What are you planning?"
The shinigami's strength came back to him, and he struggled against his restraints. "What the hell?! Damn it, let me out of this thing!!"
"Don't even try it, Ichigo," Hichigo purred, smiling widely down at Ichigo. "This will be fun. Be quiet and relax. Plus, enjoy the show."
"No! I won't be quiet! What the hell is in your hand? What show are you talking about? Where did you get all this stuff? Why am I in this thing?" Ichigo hissed.
"You ask way too many questions. Shut the hell up, King," Hichigo stated, walking out of Ichigo's sight.
"No! I said I won't be quiet!"
"Yes, you will," Hichigo said, showing Ichigo the ball gag.
His mouth instantly snapped shut.
"Now, open wide," Hichigo cooed.
Ichigo shook his head wildly.
"So be it. I'll make you open your mouth."
His finger pressed down on the remote control, turning it to its lowest setting.
Ichigo arched, opening his mouth in a strangled cry.
The gag was instantly stuffed into his mouth and secured. "That's much better."
The vibrator was turned off, and Hichigo reveled in the hatred in Ichigo's face. He picked up the whipper tickler and brushed it against Ichigo's foot.
Ichigo struggled to kick at his hollow, his laughter muffled by the gag. His face flushed red from the lack of oxygen.
Hichigo noted this with unrestrained glee, stopping while Ichigo caught his breath. Once he was sure Ichigo had collected enough air, he tickled Ichigo's foot again. After a while, Hichigo threw the toy down. "Okay, I'm done with that. Time to fuck. Come here, Kon."
Kon sidled up to Hichigo and kissed him full on the lips.
The hollow gripped Kon by his hair, spinning him around to face Ichigo.
Kon knelt, taking Ichigo's erection into his mouth.
Hichigo watched a redness spread over Ichigo's face as Kon eagerly lapped at his cock. Once he was satisfied, the teenager was hauled up.
Hichigo ripped Kon's pants down his hips, releasing his erection. He squeezed it, watching Ichigo continue to struggle against his restraints. Hichigo put his lips to Kon's ear, whispering, "Don't touch his erection."
At Hichigo's smirk, Ichigo warily watched them.
Kon was forced forwards, hands on Ichigo's legs.
Without warning, Hichigo thrust in to Kon.
He let out a cry of surprise, which was replaced with a moan.
Hichigo developed a steady pace to thrust into Kon. He glanced up at Ichigo, finding him to be as hard as he liked. However, his eyes were not on them.
The thin metal connection between the clamps was yanked on.
"AAAHH!" Ichigo screamed out, arching at the pain. 'I'm going to kill you, Hichigo! You will die!'
Kon yelped out as he hit his orgasm, crumbling onto Ichigo.
At this, Hichigo released his seed inside of Kon. Showing not a bit of fatigue, Hichigo moved Kon to the chair. "Now, it's time for your torture, Ichigo."
The vibrator was turned onto its lowest setting.
Ichigo felt the toy vibrate inside him, and he was ashamed to find that he liked it. His eyes were on Hichigo's fingers as he moved the switch higher and higher, increasing the intensity of the vibrations until he cried out in pain, unable to find his release.
Hichigo placed a finger on the tip of Ichigo's erection, stroking slowly. "This will be fun, and you will have one Hell of an orgasm at the end."
The whipper tickler was retrieved.
Ichigo's eyes widened at the sight of it. "What are you going to do with that?!"
Hichigo merely grinned at the muffled words. He didn't know exactly what was said, but he could figure it out by Ichigo's facial expressions.
The feathers were thrust against Ichigo's foot and twirled lightly.
Ichigo jumped, feeling the feathers brush up his leg, helpless laughter escaping him.
Hichigo tickled the feathers against Ichigo's cock and balls, leering at Ichigo's face. Finally, after going over Ichigo's navel and side, Hichigo allowed his king to breath.
If he passed out from a lack of oxygen, the fun would be ruined.
"Kon, go get a match for me."
Kon guilty let go of his erection, nodding. He hurried into the kitchen to grab a book of matches, returning to Hichigo in no time at all.
Hichigo stood behind Ichigo, holding a candle. He accepted the matches, ripping one out. He struck it against the sandpaper until it was lit. The flame jumped to the wick of the candle. He blew the flame of the match out, once again taking his place in front of Ichigo.
Ichigo stared at the flame in horror. "Don't you dare burn me! Don't you dare!"
The candle was held over his cock and tilted so the wax could fall on his quivering flesh.
Ichigo's muffled scream sent pinpricks of pleasure through Hichigo. "You're fine. It's just a sex candle. It has low temperature wax."
Tears rolled down Ichigo's face as the wax dripped on him.
Hichigo licked them, scowling. "Fine. No more wax on your dick. I'll drip it on your stomach and chest."
He tilted the candle over Ichigo's abdomen, hearing a moan come from his captive lover. He peeled the dry wax off of his cock, pleased that the candle was working on Ichigo.
Ichigo jumped as the cool air curled around his cock after the wax was removed, sending new sensations through him.
Hichigo turned the vibrator up, grinning widely as he listened to the noises that Ichigo made.
Ichigo's frustration was intense. He was hard and couldn't find his release.
"Do you want me to remove your three piece cock ring and ball divider?" Hichigo teased, blowing out the candle and turning off the vibrator.
All Ichigo could do was whine as the vibrations stopped and the toy was pulled out. He wanted to find his release.
Hichigo thrust his cock up into Ichigo's ass, making his frustration short-lived.
Hichigo thrust in and out, his movements becoming faster and harder.
Ichigo could feel his hollow moving inside him. He was feeling both ecstasy and agony. He loved Hichigo's cock inside him, but his own cock was painfully hard.
Hichigo stiffened, and, with a final thrust, released himself inside Ichigo.
Ichigo cried out, tears rimming his eyes at the lack of pleasure. He lifted his head to find Hichigo removing the toy that prevented him from release.
"Kon, come here, and suck him dry," Hichigo commanded with a smirk.
Kon knelt in front of Ichigo, his mouth hovering over Ichigo's cock.
"Just remember that he'll cum fast and hard."
His mouth had taken only half when Ichigo came with a scream.
To Ichigo's surprise, it was the best release he had ever had. It took him several minutes to come down from his orgasmic-high. He panted, glowering at Hichigo. "You bastard... What made... you think... that... I would... enjoy this?"
"Admit it, King. You liked it, and you know it. You want down, now?" Hichigo grinned, knowing that Ichigo had liked everything.
Well, with the exception of the wax on his dick.
"What do you think?" Ichigo snarled. "GET ME OUT OF THIS THING, NOW!!"