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Prize of Victory	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 87205 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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To get back to our regular scheduled not so evilness, I will post this chapter and the one with Byakuya at the same time. This chapter really has no bearing on the plot other than to explain Soi Fon and Yumichika’s fate.

This isn’t as dark as what get’s done to Byakuya, but it’s still a rather sad fate. As usual, I take no offence if people skip these chapters. The top half of the next chapter does have plot elements however, so I encourage people to at least read it.

Warnings: Sex, m/m, oral

The room he had been provided with was far more extravagant than he could have ever dreamed, as were the wide selection of Kimonos and Yakuta’s he had been graced with. Granted they were all for women but Yumichika didn’t mind. Beauty was beauty and each was definitely beautiful in their own right.

He had been fully expecting to die that day five years ago. Being Claimed by Barragan was the last thing he had ever expected to happen. He had been confused as to the reasons the old man would even be interested in him.

He doubted the Espada was upset over the death of his fraccion. Hell, if he was Barragan he would have been showering himself with praise and thanks for disposing of such an ugly creature as the purple monstrosity had been. The mere memory of the ‘thing’ still gave him a shudder of mortification.

His confusion did not last long, and a frown only briefly marred his features before he corrected it before he could get wrinkles. It had turned out Barragan was not all that into woman. His taste ran toward vulnerable young men.

While Yumichika did admit that Barragan certainly had good taste and an excellent eye, he wished that eye had not falling on him. He had fought for all he was worth to avoid his fate, but he discovered quickly just how tyrannical his new Master was.

Instead of torturing him directly, for Barragan had no desire to mar his new pleasure slave’s body, he was instead forced to watch as the Espada used his abilities to age an entire room of people until they were old, wrinkled, and hideous.

He had been threatened with a similar fate and that was something he feared far greater then death itself. So he had relented, closed his eyes and tried not to think about what he was doing.

He had fallen into his fate far more graciously than Soi Fon had. She had fought tooth and nail against her’s and there was hardly an inch of her skin that didn’t bear a mark of the torture she had been put through to break her spirit. Even her voice had been robbed from her, leaving her unable to speak.

Yumichika pitted her fate. While he was permitted to live in such an extravagant room she was more or less considered a tool and was confined into what was little more than a box.

There was a knock on his door and he bade the person to enter. It was one of the many servants Barragan had claimed for himself. Yumichika never bothered to learn their names as the man tended to go through them rather quickly.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Barragan-sama has requested your presence.” The woman bowed to him.

He was not surprised and had been waiting for such a summons.

“You may inform his Majesty I will attend him shortly.”

The woman bowed again and left.

He didn’t know why Barragan preferred to be referred to as royalty, but he had full plans on not being on the receiving end of being prematurely aged. He finished checking over his appearance in the vanity’s mirror before choosing one of the many kimonos he had been provided with and slipped it on.

He tied the obi loosely, for he knew it would not be on for long, checked himself in the mirror one last time, called up his smiling mask, and walked out of the room towards his lord’s chambers.

He could feel more than just his Masters reiatsu in there and mentally braced himself for a full night of serving and being served. For such an old man Barragan had enough stamina for five people, and he seemed to enjoy watching his subject humiliate themselves before him.

Once he arrived at the door he took a deep breath, schooled his features once more into a pleasantly soft smile, and knocked softly twice.

“Enter.” The gruff voice of the Espada bade.

Yumichika opened the door and let it close on its own behind him. He flowed gracefully across the carpet to kneel gracefully before the throne Barragan lounged on.

“You have summoned me, your Majesty?” He asked softly.

He had gotten an eye full as he had entered the room. Tonight was definitely going to be a long night.

There were few people Barragan would permit to touch his person. As far as Yumichika knew that current number was two. One was him, the other was surprisingly one of his fraccion.

Said fraccion was currently already stripped bare and leaning against the side of the throne, sweat rolling down his body as he was pleasured by the former Taichou of the 2nd. Yumichika was pleased he had so far been spared being forced to take anyone’s sex into his mouth. It was so unbeautiful.

Barragan himself was still fully clothed and he knew from experience it would remain that way. Soi Fon wore nothing more than a plain, white Yakuta not even done up. Despite her deplorable living conditions she was kept clean and well fed.

Barragan snapped and pointed to the other side of his throne. Years of training permitted him to know exactly what his master wanted of him. Yumichika moved to the other side of the throne and leaned against it.

A large hand landed on his head and a moment later thick fingers began to stroke his hair. He closed his eyes and tried to lose himself elsewhere. Small hands undid the Obi and set it aside. His kimono was brushed aside and he had a moment to brace himself before warm lips wrapped around his length.

He knew if he opened his eyes he would see it was Soi Fon who was pleasuring him. There was a grunt from above him and the hand stroking his hair tightened momentarily. Even with his eyes closed he could see Ggio sitting on their Master’s lap and sinking himself down upon the Espada’s surprisingly large and thick length.

A moan escaped from Barragan, followed by the sound of skin on skin.

The moan was just another cue he had learned that meant Barragan expected them to ride him, for it was beneath him to ride them. That would have been work and the King did not work, not even for his own pleasure.

Barragan stopped stroking his hair and tapped his head twice. Holding back a grimace he turned about and got to his knees. Soi Fon pulled his Kimono the rest of the way off and set it aside.

He wanted so desperately to keep his eyes closed, but knew that to do so would result in a very unbeautiful punishment. He got an eye full of Ggio riding their master, his face glowing in pleasure even as his eyes betrayed just how much pain he was in to those that knew what to look for.

He was finally spared the sight as one calloused hand cupped his chin and turned his head to face the aged visage of Barragan. Around the same time Soi Fon’s tongue began to assault his own hole while she used her hands to slip a golden ring similar to the one Ggio was wearing over his erection.

No one was permitted to find relief until after their master did and by the looks of things that was going to take all night. He held back the whimper he wanted to let slip and instead forced an adoring expression onto his face.

“Are you ready to please your King?” Barragan asked.

Yumichika forced himself to nod.

Barragan permitted a smirk to cross his face and surprisingly gently pushed Ggio off of him. The Arrancar was unable to stand and let his body fall limply to the ground, panting for breath.

Yumichika spared but a second to feel for the Arrancar, for he had been forced to be the first several times as well, before his own walls were stretched painfully as he sank down upon his masters length.

The preparation Soi Fon had giving him made his passage easier than poor Ggio‘s had been. Once Barragan was fully in he started to move, dearly wishing he was permitted to grow accustom to the intrusion first but any delay in their King’s pleasure would bring punishment down on all three of them.

Yumichika did his best to ignore the searing pain in his rear and the painful cramps his hips started to shoot as he was forced to straddle the Arrancar in his throne like chair.

Behind him, Soi Fon was using a silk cloth and a bucket of hot water to clean the blood from Ggio as the fraccion lay panting on his back. It would be his turn to be in that position soon enough and Ggio would retake his place pleasing their King.

Yumichika often wondered how Ggio had managed to slate the Espada’s lust before he had been enslaved. Perhaps one of the other Fraccion had been the second, or maybe just one of the other Arrancar in the army.

His body was soaked in sweat now and it was getting difficult to breathe. Barragan demanded a fast pace and for him to gasp and whimper in pleasure, which cut down on his ability to take air in.

He felt relief wash over him as Barragan gave him a gentle push. He untangled his body from the Espada and fell limp to the floor. He wasn’t sure what hurt more, his rear or his hips.

He moved aside and lay down while Ggio took over ridding the Espada once again. His relief would be short lived. Soon enough it would be his turn again. He wished he could study the wall, but if his eyes were not on Barragan he would be punished. The small smile and look of adoration was still forced upon his face.

This angle gave him a full view of the punishment that would be coming his way. His body felt like it was drenched with ice when Ggio was once again shoved from their masters lap and Barragan looked at him pointedly.

Peeling himself from the ground Yumichika crawled once more into the Espada’s lap as the two of them switched positions. He was halfway through his fourth turn when there was a banging on the door.

Everyone in the room froze. No one dared to interrupt Barragan’s pleasure. Gulping, and realizing he had stopped and those eyes were glaring at him for it, Yumichika began to move again.

“Who dares to disturb me?” Barragan bellowed.

The door opened and someone stepped into the room. Yumichika couldn’t see who since the person was behind him and he was not foolish enough to divert his attention from Barragan a second time to find out.

“Aizen-kami has called an immediate meeting.” The one who entered said in a bored voice.

“Yammy I think.” Yumichika guessed.

A look of rage crossed Barragan’s face before the Espada brought it back under control and grunted in annoyance.

Yumichika let out a gasp as hot liquid went shooting into him, burning his raw insides. He was shoved rather gently out of his Master’s lap and Barragan strutted out of the room without another word to them, leaving the three of them on the floor.

Yammy followed him out and the door slammed shut. Yumichika shared a look with the other two and let lose a sigh.

“I don’t suppose his Majesty is going to be coming back soon?” Yumichika was the first to break the silence.

They were not permitted to enjoy their own releases until Barragan permitted it, and laying on the floor all night with a raging erection was not something Yumichika wanted to do.

“His Majesty will most likely be gone for the rest of the evening.” Ggio answered.

Yumichika let out a soft groan.

“You know our Master best. Do you think his Majesty will be displeased if we take these things off and retreat for the evening?” He asked.

Ggio was silent for some time, no doubt contemplating the same thing.

Yumichika gasped as a small hand suddenly removed the ring and with a few pulls sent him spilling over. When his vision cleared he glanced up in pure shock at Soi Fon. Her back was turned to him and she was giving Ggio the same treatment.

The Fraccion’s eyes were wide with shock and his mouth opened and closed a few times before he cried out and was finally granted relief. Soi Fon stood up and walked away without a backwards glance, leaving the two men panting on the ground to gather themselves.

“Out of curiosity, how did you slate his Majesty’s appetite by yourself?” Yumichika asked once he was sure he had his voice back under control.

To his surprise, Ggio actually looked at him with an expression Yumichika couldn’t place, and he considered himself an expert in such things.

“It was only after our Victory that I was called to service his Majesty this way. I think Findor did the service before.” Ggio admitted, looking sadly to the side. “It certainly explained why the others always seemed to have missions for me.

It‘s kind of funny you know. I use to resent them for always trying to pick on me and getting me to do their missions for them. But in the end, they were just trying to protect me from the very man I idolized.”

Yumichika looked at him in surprise. There was actually a hint of loss in the others voice. He honestly didn’t know what to say.

Hay man, sorry your friends were killed by me and my friends and the man you admired as your king decided he liked the look of your ass and ordered you start raping yourself for his amusement.

“Well, I am going to return to my room.” Yumichika said, breaking the awkward silence.

Ggio nodded his head in silent agreement as they pulled their respective clothes back on and limped back to their rooms. As soon as he was in his room Yumichika grimaced as he spotted what he looked like in a mirror before taking a very long, hot shower, returning himself to his full glory.

It would last for a little while until his Master decided to shatter it the following evening.

Amusingly enough, This chapter was actually the original Chapter 4. I had decided to mute Soi Fon before Byakuya, although the cause is different. For Soi Fon, it’s damages to her throat from her ’obedience training.’ For Byakuya, it was deliberate surgery done by Szayel.

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