Hey, here I am again! I sure hope this story continues to flow!
Warning: There will be "milking" in this chapter. Though this is used in a nonsexual manner, it can be perceived as sexual so I put x~x at where the scene with it starts and where it ends if you wish to skip this scene. Just saying...
Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo. Plain and simple
Hours passed and brown eyes opened to darkness. Ichigo wondered when he had fallen asleep. He yawned loudly and stretched out on the old mattress before quickly bringing his arms down after a smell was brought to his attention; he really needed a shower, and maybe a trip to the porcelain throne as well.
He looked over to his alien warden who still sat in the chair next to the door, his darkened form slumped over as if sleeping.
Thoughts of escaping played in his mind but he immediately squashed the desire. If Renji didn't catch him, then that Grimmjow character would, and Ichigo wasn't in the mood for whatever punishment that guy would dish out for him.
Ichigo swung his legs off the bed and lurched to a stand. He wouldn't bother waking the guard up, he'd just leave and come back before he even noticed.
He padded silently towards the door and grasped the knob.
A hand pressed into Ichigo's stomach, stopping his progress. "Where do you think you're going?"
"To the bathroom, it's down the hall."
Renji lifted his head and Ichigo caught sight of those familiar glowing eyes. "Oh, really?"
Ichigo's shoulders slumped and he gave a weary sigh. "Look, I'm not trying to escape. You guy's still have my brother somewhere, I never learned how to drive, and it's a three hour's walk to the nearest town. Now, let me go to the bathroom."
The alien and the human locked eyes starting a silent staring contest that Ichigo ultimately lost; he had no clue which set of eyes to stare into. Renji humphed and stood. "I'll allow this, but I'll be coming with you." He placed a heavy hand on Ichigo's shoulder and escorted him out.
Ichigo walked towards the bathroom, memory helping him navigate around the odds and ends scattered around the dark hallway. He grinned when he heard Renji bump into a something.
He reached the washroom and felt around for the switch. The light blinded him for a moment, but he quickly entered and tried to close the door.
Renji kept the door from closing. "Door stays open."
"No way! What, you're gonna watch me piss?"
Renji shrugged and leaned against the door frame. "If I have to"
Ichigo scoffed, but didn't bother arguing. He turned his back to Renji and began peeling off his rank clothing. His shirt and pants were heavy with dried mud, and he wanted to burn his socks upon peeling off his boots. He dumped everything into the clothes hamper under the window, and turned to the toilet to relieve himself.
Ichigo tried desperately to ignore the alien watching him, but Renji made it difficult.
Renji cocked his head and smiled. "Cute."
Ichigo noticed where Renji was looking and turned bright red. "Why are you looking?!"
Renji chuckled at Ichigo's embarrassment. "Don't humans usually compliment each other's sexual organs?"
"I don't! Now quit staring."
"But it's cute."
Ichigo seemed to grow redder and quickly finished. He covered himself from Renji's view as he turned on the shower and set the water to a comfortable temperature and jumped in.
Ichigo sighted and lifted his face towards the shower head, enjoying the warm water, and the feel of the water going through his hair. He suddenly remembered the wrist brace, and looked at it. Nothing seemed wrong despite it having been wet for three minutes now. He figured it was waterproof and shrugged.
He took his time as he washed his hair and then the rest of his body. Once he felt that he had thoroughly cleansed himself of day-old stink he simply stood there under the spray.
The shower curtain was ripped open, and Ichigo yelped and covered himself.
"Augh! What the Hell?!"
"I just wanted to make sure you hadn't somehow drowned yourself. You humans are a fragile race."
"You ass-hat, I can't drown in a shower! Quit staring at me!"
Renji continued to stare before reaching in and shutting off the water. "You appear to be clean, come out of there." He didn't wait for Ichigo's protest, grabbing the teen's arm and pulling him from the tub.
Ichigo snatched away and quickly covered himself with a nearby towel.
"Oh good, he's already undressed."
Ichigo turned to the door, and saw the alien researcher Szayelaporro at the door wearing a high-collared lab coat of some sort.
"Guardsman Renji, escort the human downstairs to my lab."
"Yes, sir," Renji murmured and grabbed Ichigo again. "Come with me, Ichigo."
Ichigo struggled to hold his towel as he was dragged towards the stairs. "Where are we going?"
Szayelaporro looked at him over his shoulder. "My new lab."
Ichigo's heart skittered as panic overtook him. "I-I don't want to go there! Whoa!"
Renji threw Ichigo over his shoulder and trumped down the stairs.
Instead of heading outside to where Ichigo thought their ship was they turned and went deeper into the house until they reached the basement steps and headed down those as well. "Wait, what's going on?"
"I told you, your home is now our main base of operations." He grunted as he set Ichigo down.
Ichigo shivered as his bottom met a cold surface, and he quickly shifted the towel under him before looking around. The dank unfinished basement was completely different now. It was a sterile white, and bright with lights he couldn't find. Advanced alien technology sat on tables and in cabinets that lined the walls. A small section of the basement that was blocked of by glass walls held a desk and a padded cylindrical pod. Two figures appeared to be resting in the pod.
"Who are they?"
Szayelaporro didn't even look up from the table he was currently hovering over. "My son and daughter Verona and Lumina Granz. Don't mind them; they're just tired from the move."
"Aren't you?" Renji asked.
Szayel turned around waving a small device he'd taken from the table. "I don't sleep." He walked towards them and pressed the device to Ichigo's arm in passing. He didn't feel anything, but when Ichigo looked again the device was filled with his blood. He put the device into a machine across from Ichigo and waited
"How did you change the basement within a day?"
"Easily." The machine pulled up a holographic screen and Szayel looked it over. He smiled and turned back to Ichigo and Renji. "He's clean, we can begin. Prep him for me Renji."
"Begin wha-yah!" Ichigo covered himself and reached for the towel Renji had just taken from him. "Give that back!"
Renji tossed the towel onto a nearby chair and slipped two thin bracelets over Ichigo's wrists and held them together. He waved his hand over a circular sensor at the corner of the table. Blue lines around the tables glowed to life and the table seemed to grow warm. Renji pressed his wrists to the table.
Ichigo tried to lift his hands but it felt as if weights had been strapped to them.
Renji slipped the same types of bracelets onto his ankles and pressed them to the opposite side of the table. The same effect happened to them.
"What going on?!" Ichigo demanded before Renji pressed his face onto the table. With a gasp he blushed; it felt like his cheek was resting on warm human flesh. There was even a slight pulse as if it were alive.
The snap of a glove woke Ichigo from his daze, and he looked up to see Szayelaporro standing over him. "Time for your first milking."
x~x
"What?!" the teenager squawked.
"Such an unappealing sound," Szayel murmured, and moved towards Ichigo's rear. "Don't worry this won't hurt. Many of the humans I've done this to found the milking pleasurable."
Ichigo struggled against the binds. "No, don't touch me!" Renji pressed Ichigo's head onto the "living" table, and he felt the scientist grasp his lower cheeks.
"Hmm, your anus is smaller than the humans I usually work with," Szayel commented as he gently prodded the teenager's virgin hole. "Then again, they'd been milk servants for years before I'd gotten my hands on them. I'll just have to be a little more careful. Use more lubricant." At that, Ichigo felt the scientist prod him again but this time it was accompanied by a cool, slimy fluid; Ichigo shuddered.
Ichigo groaned was Szayel's finger moved around searchingly before hitting a spot that made his toes curl.
"Ah, there it is." His finger retreated for a second but returned to Ichigo's prostate. He murmured something about a "sensor" as he applied varying amounts of pressure to the area. Ichigo tried to hold in his moans but the stimulation was too much. He let out a particularly rapturous moan when Szayel applied more pressure to his spot and he grew hard. Making a satisfied sound he removed his finger. "Flip him over, Renji."
Renji waved his hand over the sensor, flipped Ichigo over, and reengaged the magnetic bonds. He met Ichigo's eyes, and touched the sides of his face. "Don't cry, Ichigo, Dr. Szayelaporro won't hurt you."
"I'm not ready..."
Renji made a confused face and looked to the scientist. "He says he's not ready."
"He's lying, he's sexually mature. That's ready."
"My body's ready but not me. I'm not mentally prepared for anything like this!" Ichigo snapped.
"Grit your teeth and bear with it then." Szayel gripped Ichigo's length and gently pushed a thin tube into the urethra earning a startled squeak from the oranget. "There." He messed with a sensor on his side of the table, and the table began to slowly turn into a chair form.
Ichigo looked down and paled at the sight of the tube sticking out of his penis and the other end disappearing somewhere under the table. Something opened and a device lifted out. The scientist guided it to Ichigo's anus, and pushed it in. It seemed to develop its own mind and burrowed deeper without any more assistance and pressed itself against where Szayel's finger had once been. It was uncomfortable but not painful.
Szayel removed his gloves, and grabbed a nearby tablet. He removed a small circular pad from it and put it over Ichigo's heart.
"What's this for?" he asked.
"Yet another sensor that will monitor your heart rate so I can end the process if there are any... complications. I can't have you heart giving out, now can I?"
"Heart give out?! Wh-"
The device suddenly came to life and pressed into his prostate. He moaned as it vibrated and moved in a slow circular motion. The foreign stimulation pushed him towards climax quickly as the device altered its speed and pressure. His back arched as the stimulation quickly drove him to the edge.
Moments of his moans passed before he let out a short cry, and came. The device continued it stimulation forcing the poor teen continue ejaculating and a gentle suction started, pulling the semen through the tube.
"He has more semen than I expected," Renji murmured.
"He is untouched; he's probably never even manually relieved himself before," Szayel explained. "We'll have to end soon. His heart rate is increasing."
x~x
Just as the scientist predicted, Ichigo's heart rate increased and he made the device stop. Ichigo let out one final enraptured shout before falling still, panting loudly and sweating profusely. He moaned again as the device retreated, and Szayel removed the tube.
Szayel retreated to a nearby cabinet and grabbed a device like the one he'd used to take a sample of blood earlier.
"What is that?" Renji asked.
"Something that will relax him and put him to sleep." The scientist pressed it to Ichigo's arm, and yet again Ichigo didn't feel it but immediately the effects could be seen.
Shiro sighed as he looked around the room he'd been trapped in for the umpteenth time. He still wasn't quit sure how he'd ended up there and couldn't figure it out either. All he could remember was leaving his asthmatic little brother in their room to investigate a noise before a burning sensation went through him and he passed out.
His heart clenched; he'd reminded himself of Ichigo again. Worry came over him as he thought of him more. He hoped that Ichi had taken his medicine correctly, but worry outweighed the hope. What if he hadn't? Ichi could have passed out. He could of asphyxiated...
Shiro released a shuddering breath as he tried to calm himself. No, Ichigo had survived every other asthma attack, there was no reason that he wouldn't have pulled through that one.
He looked towards the nearby door as it suddenly hissed and slid open and a boy walked in. Shiro stood. Suddenly noticing Shiro the boy gasped and stumbled backwards until he came to a stop in the doorway. From there the pair entered a silent staring contest; Shiro's frightening yellow and black ones versus the boy's frightened but curious blues.
The boy cocked his head. "W-Who're you?"
Shiro grinned and strode towards the boy earning another frightened yelp from the boy. The boy cowered in the doorway, but Shiro simply nudged him out of the way; he'd only wanted to escape, no reason to do anything to the kid.
"Ah! W-Wait, where are you going?"
Shiro ran down the hall and turned the corner, getting himself lost in seconds. He cursed as he turned a corner and was faced with a hall filled with more unmarked doors. "What the Hell kind of place is this?"
"Why did father make us leave?"
Shiro froze and hid behind a corner from two figures strolling down the hall. He peeked around a corner and watched as the figures drew closer.
"Father said he wanted to rest while he waited for results."
"But I thought he never slept, Verona..."
"He doesn't... he dozes."
The figures- children- passed and Shiro braced to run around the corner, but someone grabbed him from behind. A large hand clapped over his mouth as he tried to yell out and he was dragged into a room.
Shiro grunted as he was thrown onto a bed, but immediately bounced to his feet and looked up to his tall attacker. He faltered and stepped back, falling back onto the mattress in shock.
Some tall, blue haired, four-armed beast of a man stood over him, grinning down at Shiro like the cat that caught the mouse.
"Who... and what the fuck are you?"
The giant chuckled. "I'm Grimmjow, a Queso de Credo, you should try to remember that. Now what were you doing running around the corridors?"
Shiro's shocked expression quickly turned into a glare and he stood up again. "Getting out of here!" He darted around the guy, but Grimmjow merely stuck out his arm and caught Shiro around his neck.
Grimmjow pinned the smaller human to the mattress, and straddled his body. He wrapped both hands around Shiro's neck, and when his attempts to pry Grimm's hands from his neck grew annoying, Grimm used his other set of hands to pin Shiro's hands to either side of his body. He grinned and squeezed as Shiro tried to get out a few words. Shiro began to grow blue and Grimmjow released his neck.
Shiro coughed and cursed as air became available to him once more. "Bastard!" He flailed hoping to either loosen the guy's grip on his wrists or get a lucky hit in.
Grimmjow laughed again, and easily fended off the attacks. He could've held Shiro there forever but finally let up, and let Shiro go. "You're much more feisty than the orange one."
Orange one? "Where's my brother!?" Shiro croaked.
"Back in that primitive piss hole of a house," he murmured. As Shiro spat out curses at the alien, his blue eyes locked onto something and he grinned. "I'm flattered. Do I turn you on or do you like being strangled."
Shiro finally noticed the tent in his own pants and covered himself. "Fuck you!"
Grimmjow cackled before a yawn cut him off, and he stretched, his back arching inwards mimicking a cat. His tail pointed towards the ceiling as me groaned sleepily, and finally relaxed. His face close to Shiro's he smiled. "Let's sleep."
"Wha?"
Grimm grabbed his arm and tugged him up the mattress towards the pillows. He laid down holding Shiro around his neck as if he were a teddy bear. He growled as Shiro struggled and held him tighter.
"Look, human, you have two choices. Either you can stay here and sleep with me like a good pet would, or I can dislocate everyone of your joints and put you back in that little room alone."
Shiro glared.
"I'm being nice too. I could break all of your limbs if you push it. Perhaps, even make it so you never see your sibling again."
Shiro's eyes widened showing his blackened sclera more clearly. He averted his eyes as he relaxed in Grimmjow's embrace.
"Good boy. Keep this up and I think we'll get along nicely."
"Don't count on it, bastard."
Grimmjow made a pleased growl and snuggled close.
*~Dictionary~*
Queso de Credo - (Spanish) Brawn
Thanks for reading! Please leave a review, especially if you're confused. What's simple to me can easily be complex to someone else... also I have a tendency to be forgetful... TT_TT