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Izuru hadn't anticipated he would actually use the onahole that Hisagi had gifted him after correctly assuming he was quite pent up. For one, it was some sort of prototype toy from the 12th Division - and everyone knew never to trust anything that came from those mad scientists. And second, he would have actually prefer a dildo instead.
But his Captain had been a little bit too flirtatious again today — and no matter how hard Izuru tried to convince himself those little touches of his Captain meant nothing, he couldn't help but get riled up. And unfortunately, with the amount of work on his plate, he hadn't had time to go out drinking and search for someone who would willingly take him to bed.
If he didn't do something about his state today, he might just jump his Captain tomorrow and beg the man to fuck him. And wouldn't that be embarrassing and inappropriate? He really had to release some tension to day.
So he dug out the onahole from where he hid it in his closet.
Taking the item in his hands, Izuru inspected it. It seemed innocent enough (well, that is to say, it seemed free enough of 12th Division trickery).
There were instructions on the box, saying to "Think of someone special." Kind of cute for a 12th Division product.
His mind immediately went to his captain. Truthfully, his fantasies with the fox-faced shinigami usually featured Gin on top. But today, Izuru was horny enough to start thinking of something new.
It had been a great day for Gin. A whole work day spent teasing his cute little vice-captain. It was just a shame Izuru still hasn't taken him up on his offer to follow him back to his room, but Gin was sure that the timid man would snap and beg for Gin to take him soon enough.
Grinning at the thought, he stripped down bare and laid down on his futon to spend some quality alone time before sleep. Izuru wasn't quite ready to be taken by him, so he would have to be content with the mental image of the blushing man instead. His cock was ready twitching in anticipation.
It was then that he suddenly felt something strange in his nether regions. A ghost of a touch poked against his rim.
hmmm..?
He squirmed a bit and adjusted his position, rubbing his ass on his bed, but the pressure didn't go away.
Instead it start to rub his rim. With a gasp, Gin shot his hand to his butt remove the offending item. But there was nothing there.
Was Aizen somehow playing a trick on him? Gin frowned. No, he knew the man, and this wasn't how the megalomaniac played. Perhaps somesort of zanpakuto ability then? He reached out and spread his Reiatsu, but found nothing.
The pressure disappeared, but the relief was short-lived. Something cold and slime dripped over him. Gin knew the the feeling well — what else could it be but lube? But his ass remained dry in spite of it.
With his heart beating in confusion, a theory started to to form in his mind, but he had no idea how it was possible. But there was no denying it as something long and slender entered him.
He gasped and clenched down hard and the movement stopped, but only for a moment. And then it bended in such a particular way that Gin could be certain at what it was.
That's a finger! Someone and something was intent on violating him. And Gin had no idea how they were doing it. It made him feel uneasy in a way that he hadn't felt in a long time.
The finger was warm, and it contrasted nicely with the lube. Gin squirmed as it moved inside him, exploring for a short while the confines of his hole.
It was such an unfamiliar feeling. But if Gin had to be honest with himself, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Only frustrating in its mystery.
No wonder everyone likes it when I play with their ass. Gin swallowed and started to palm at his rising cock.
Wait. Should he really be enjoying this right now, without even knowing how it was happening?
But its not like I can stop what's happening. The finger started moving inside and out, rubbing his rim in such pleasurable way that Gin couldn't stop his moan. No, not just moving. It was pushing the lube into him, no doubt preparing him.
Well, whoever was doing this didn't seem to want to hurt him at lease. Not with how diligent they were in coating his insides.
Soon, one finger became two, and his movements changed as well. His invisible ghost stuck their fingers as far in as they would go, and opened them. Gin yelped, his back arching and his legs opening unwittingly.
Gin never knew his own hole could be stretched like that. He never exactly played with his ass before. Not in this way. He preferred to be on top.
But knowing how satisfied his bottoms always were, and how expertly his invisible friend was preparing him, he couldn't help that the fact that excitement taking over his anxiety.
Being the bottom never really occurred to him. He always thought it would be too much of a loss of control, letting someone else take command of his pleasure and take what they want from him. But if it was this good, he might have to try it out with someone... well, not invisible.
Unwittingly, Izuru's figure came to mind. Gin frowned. Izuru wasn't someone he could picture doing taking rather then being the taken, especially not Gin. He could just picture Izuru's refusals and flustered face if Gin ever offered to bottom for him. No, Gin would need to find someone more dominant, confident, and —
But his thought processes was lost when the fingers hit a spot the that made him jolt and gasp.
Was that my—?
They brushed it again, as if it was just doing so on accident. "Again! There, again!" Gin had never felt anything so delightful before.
It was a good thing he was already in bed, because there was no way he could have made it in. His whole body felt weak, and his legs spasmed out of his control. But with his heart thumping, he turned over to his stomach, pulling his knees up so that his bare ass was in the air. As if that would somehow help his invisible partner work him through.
He he grabbed his cock, trying to match the pace that the other set. And it wasn't long until he came all over his sheets with a hard moan, clenching hard.
Suddenly, it pulled out.
Gin panted. "Done already? But I ain't yet!" Indeed, his cock was already hardening again. Ready to experience that newfound pleasure.
And the unmistakable head of a cock promptly pressed against him.
Wait. "Hang on, I'm not stretched enough!" He cried. They had only used two fingers after all! Where did that earlier diligence go?
But who ever was fucking him didn't listen. It sank into him at a slow but steady rate. Curse himself for tempting fate.
It was the first cock Gin's ass had ever felt, and it stretched him uncomfortably, painfully. And it was long, so long.
Gin panted and cried out, "Stop, wait a second!". He squeezed against the intrusion in an attempt to stop it, but his invisible partner ignored his pleas. He pressed his legs together but it did nothing.
They kept going and going, pressing against and pass his prostate until Gin swore it must have been half way up is stomach. But pressing down on his middle betrayed nothing of the object that was surely inside of him.
It paused, but not even long enough for Gin to get comfortable just enough before starting its movement outward. Gin felt his insides getting dragged along until got about halfway, and then pushed in again, uncaring of the strain Gin was facing.
Through half a mind and hard gasps, Gin forced himself to relax.
Gin could only thank the Soul King that it was starting off slow, but not for long. It picked up pace, thrusting inside of him faster and faster.
Gin's hands were back on his cock, using pleasure to combat the growing pain. He quickly came again, and soon after, the other paused as he felt hot liquid filling him.
Gin sighed in relief, until he noticed that the cock inside his aching hole was still hard.
His partner wasn't satisfied yet.
And after a few moments, they started again.
"No!" They pumped into him, jostling the liquid inside. Each thrust brushed against his prostate, sending shocks through his tense body.
Gin wept as his cock filled out again. He couldn't even understand how he was still turned on, even with all the pain. Gin hadn't even touch his cock again when came for a third time. Had his partner also come again? They haven't stopped regardless.
His fingers gripped at the sheets. Gin didn't know how much more he could handle.
All he knew was the movement in his ass. Unrelenting. Unforgiving.
Sobbing, Gin wished for someone to save him.
And again, his Vice-Captain came to mind. Sweet, loyal Izuru would surely find a way to stop who ever was doing this to him. And then Izuru would comfort him so gently and treat his body so tenderly. Nothing like the monster abusing it now.
Izuru looked down satisfied at the onahole, which was still clenching on open air, as if still begging for his cock. Leave the 12th Division to make something so realistic, it bordered on being creepy, not that Izuru's horny mind had cared.
Though, he wished it was just slightly longer.
He felt much more relaxed now, having released an uncountable number of loads. He was now much more ready to face his captain again tomorrow. He really had been to pent up for so long. But with this new toy, he should be able to stop himself from getting to that state again.
Same time tomorrow. He thought happily.