(FIC) All Work and No Play Makes Szayel a Dull Boy
Title: All Work and No Play Makes Szayel a Dull Boy
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Szayel & Ishida
Prompt: 019 - Toy
Word Count: 910
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con, bondage
Summary: Not all of Szayel's experiments have a great deal of scientific merit.
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach. I just play with his characters off and on.
Over the gentle bubbling of the contents of a beaker heated by a low flame, the whir of a small motor could be heard in Szayel's lab. The Espada sat at the counter on a stool, casually jotting notes down in a journal as the source of the noise hummed nearby. He tapped the pen against his lip briefly, searching for the right words to capture his thoughts, when he was interrupted by a muffled groan. He ignored the sound in favor of continuing to write for the moment, though he could feel the weight of his subject's glare upon him.
For his part, Uryuu squirmed on the examination table where he lay bound. His arms were lashed together at the wrists and held above his head by straps. Ishida's legs were bound and raised so that he was held spread open for Szayel's latest experiment, if it could be called that. Ishida tried not to give the Espada the satisfaction of hearing him groan around the gag in his mouth, but he'd come to realize that this was a battle he couldn't win. However, Uryuu still made the attempt, willing himself back into silence as the phallus that drove into him made a moist sound that seemed loud in his ears even over the hum of the machine's motor. The quincy struggled instinctively against the straps that held him despite knowing that it was in vain. His body twisting, Ishida grimaced, wanting to get away from the device's never ending rhythm. Beads of sweat ran down his face and torso, his skin flushed as he bit into the ball gag.
Szayel's attention was finally caught by Ishida's movements. He placed an elbow on the counter's surface, leaning his chin against his hand. The smirk on the Espada's face as he gazed over at his subject had Uryuu wishing he could wipe it off. “You seem to have a tolerance for that setting,” the arrancar said, grasping a small object from his pocket with his free hand. “We'll see how you do with something a little more intense.”
Uryuu tried to speak as he saw the man's thumb move toward a button on the remote, but the sound was muffled by the rubber in his mouth. Uttering a garbled cry, Ishida's back arched as the movements of the thickness within him increased in rate and depth. His body twisted in his bonds to and fro, an almost continuous groan exiting his mouth around the gag due to the ill treatment of his passage. The burn of the fullness inside of him was almost unbearable. Even more so was the device strapped around his swollen erection held back from release for what felt to Ishida like an age.
Szayel stopped recording data in his notebook in favor of watching the young man writhe on the examination table, the machine between Uryuu's legs humming merrily away as it pumped into him. The scientist's tongue darted out to wet his lips. The boy made for a delicious sight.
Rising from his chair, Szayel crossed the short distance between himself and his subject. Ishida wasn't aware of the man's proximity at first, occupied as he was, but a shadow out of the corner of his eye made him turn his head to gaze up at the arrancar that now loomed over him through fogged glasses. Ishida uttered an angry sound as the man raised his hands toward him. He tried to shift away, but his bonds left him with nowhere to go. His brows furrowed, Uryuu had to endure the feel of white gloved hands sliding along his flesh. He flinched as the Espada squeezed his nipple briefly before his hand traveled down his belly toward the dark curls below.
“I'm rather impressed, Quincy,” Szayel said as he wiped a bead of fluid from the crown of Ishida's erection. “You have a high amount of endurance, more than I thought a human would. I think we can conclude this particular experiment for now.”
Szayel unfastened the harness strapped around Ishida's swollen cock before fisting him roughly with one hand. Ishida let out a choked moan, feeling his face heat over the treatment.
“Come now, don't be so proud,” Szayel told him. “You should take the respite I'm offering you. You do know what would happen if you stayed like this for an extended period of time, don't you?”
Groaning, Uryuu threw the scientist a murderous glare as he breathed roughly, pulling against the straps. Szayel answered with a smirk, squeezing the shaft of Ishida's cock and making him flinch. The arrancar leaned down to lap at the teen's sweaty skin, his hand moving over his erection in earnest.
The gag muffled Uryuu's scream as his body contorted. His muscles pulled taught, he shot across his own belly and stained the scientist's hand. Szayel continued to milk him as he collapsed against the examination table, his chest heaving as he groaned. Ishida squeezed his eyes shut, anger and shame warring on his face, made worse by the scientist's chuckling.
Raising his hand to his face, Szayel made sure that he had caught the young man's attention before he drew two soiled fingers into his mouth. Ishida's eyes widened momentarily before he turned swiftly away, lids pressed tightly shut against the sight. A grin split the Espada's face. He was always glad of experiments that satisfied his scientific curiosity as well as slaked his lust.
End
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Szayel & Ishida
Prompt: 019 - Toy
Word Count: 910
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-con, bondage
Summary: Not all of Szayel's experiments have a great deal of scientific merit.
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach. I just play with his characters off and on.
Over the gentle bubbling of the contents of a beaker heated by a low flame, the whir of a small motor could be heard in Szayel's lab. The Espada sat at the counter on a stool, casually jotting notes down in a journal as the source of the noise hummed nearby. He tapped the pen against his lip briefly, searching for the right words to capture his thoughts, when he was interrupted by a muffled groan. He ignored the sound in favor of continuing to write for the moment, though he could feel the weight of his subject's glare upon him.
For his part, Uryuu squirmed on the examination table where he lay bound. His arms were lashed together at the wrists and held above his head by straps. Ishida's legs were bound and raised so that he was held spread open for Szayel's latest experiment, if it could be called that. Ishida tried not to give the Espada the satisfaction of hearing him groan around the gag in his mouth, but he'd come to realize that this was a battle he couldn't win. However, Uryuu still made the attempt, willing himself back into silence as the phallus that drove into him made a moist sound that seemed loud in his ears even over the hum of the machine's motor. The quincy struggled instinctively against the straps that held him despite knowing that it was in vain. His body twisting, Ishida grimaced, wanting to get away from the device's never ending rhythm. Beads of sweat ran down his face and torso, his skin flushed as he bit into the ball gag.
Szayel's attention was finally caught by Ishida's movements. He placed an elbow on the counter's surface, leaning his chin against his hand. The smirk on the Espada's face as he gazed over at his subject had Uryuu wishing he could wipe it off. “You seem to have a tolerance for that setting,” the arrancar said, grasping a small object from his pocket with his free hand. “We'll see how you do with something a little more intense.”
Uryuu tried to speak as he saw the man's thumb move toward a button on the remote, but the sound was muffled by the rubber in his mouth. Uttering a garbled cry, Ishida's back arched as the movements of the thickness within him increased in rate and depth. His body twisted in his bonds to and fro, an almost continuous groan exiting his mouth around the gag due to the ill treatment of his passage. The burn of the fullness inside of him was almost unbearable. Even more so was the device strapped around his swollen erection held back from release for what felt to Ishida like an age.
Szayel stopped recording data in his notebook in favor of watching the young man writhe on the examination table, the machine between Uryuu's legs humming merrily away as it pumped into him. The scientist's tongue darted out to wet his lips. The boy made for a delicious sight.
Rising from his chair, Szayel crossed the short distance between himself and his subject. Ishida wasn't aware of the man's proximity at first, occupied as he was, but a shadow out of the corner of his eye made him turn his head to gaze up at the arrancar that now loomed over him through fogged glasses. Ishida uttered an angry sound as the man raised his hands toward him. He tried to shift away, but his bonds left him with nowhere to go. His brows furrowed, Uryuu had to endure the feel of white gloved hands sliding along his flesh. He flinched as the Espada squeezed his nipple briefly before his hand traveled down his belly toward the dark curls below.
“I'm rather impressed, Quincy,” Szayel said as he wiped a bead of fluid from the crown of Ishida's erection. “You have a high amount of endurance, more than I thought a human would. I think we can conclude this particular experiment for now.”
Szayel unfastened the harness strapped around Ishida's swollen cock before fisting him roughly with one hand. Ishida let out a choked moan, feeling his face heat over the treatment.
“Come now, don't be so proud,” Szayel told him. “You should take the respite I'm offering you. You do know what would happen if you stayed like this for an extended period of time, don't you?”
Groaning, Uryuu threw the scientist a murderous glare as he breathed roughly, pulling against the straps. Szayel answered with a smirk, squeezing the shaft of Ishida's cock and making him flinch. The arrancar leaned down to lap at the teen's sweaty skin, his hand moving over his erection in earnest.
The gag muffled Uryuu's scream as his body contorted. His muscles pulled taught, he shot across his own belly and stained the scientist's hand. Szayel continued to milk him as he collapsed against the examination table, his chest heaving as he groaned. Ishida squeezed his eyes shut, anger and shame warring on his face, made worse by the scientist's chuckling.
Raising his hand to his face, Szayel made sure that he had caught the young man's attention before he drew two soiled fingers into his mouth. Ishida's eyes widened momentarily before he turned swiftly away, lids pressed tightly shut against the sight. A grin split the Espada's face. He was always glad of experiments that satisfied his scientific curiosity as well as slaked his lust.
End