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Prize of Victory	By : NovaAlexandria Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 87207 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
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Warnings: Torture. Aizen being an ass.
Double Post, you may need to back up one chapter.
He had gained almost everything he desired, and yet clearly out there something still tried to defy him. The invasion onto his grounds, not once but twice now, was unacceptable.
True his forces had dealt with the threat, but it was inexcusable that anything should dare to touch what was his. He felt frustrated for the very first time in an uncountable span of years.
There was nothing on these creatures. No word from where they came from in ANY records. What more, Unohana had still failed to produce him an heir. He had expected it to take some time, as she had commented before birthrates among Shinigami were low, but still he had expected something by now.
But she remained stubbornly barren. Fertility tests on them both confirmed they were fertile, and yet she refused to catch his seed.
Aizen frowned as he looked out over his private garden. Perhaps he had been looking at the wrong culprit. After all, when it came to deceit there was only one as skilled as he was, arguably more so for he did not have a Zanpakuto to assist with his illusions of trust.
“Gin.” Aizen called.
“Hai, Aizen-kami.” Gin appeared by his side, a smirk on his face as if they were still comrades.
But to Aizen’s trained eye he could see the other was terrified. The way his hands, despite behind clasped hidden beneath the sleeves of his plain, white Yukuta, were trembling. The way there was a slight tick of his foot.
“That tea Retsu seems to favour. Can you make me a cup please?” He requested politely.
“Ah, Aizen-kami wouldn’t like it. It is far too bitter.” Gin tried to persuade.
“Are you questioning my request, Gin?” Aizen asked sweetly.
This time the other failed to hide his trembling.
“Gin, Gin. I should have suspected sooner. I was far too trusting. I will deal out your punishment after I deal with my errant wife. Retsu is well trained enough to recognize anything you might have put into her tea.”
“Wait, Aizen-kami. She didn’t know.” Gin quickly protested.
Aizen narrowed his eyes at the man. The other was trembling heavily now, both in terror and from the overwhelming force of Aizen’s displeased reiatsu bearing down upon him. Surprisingly, Gin didn’t beg forgiveness.
“Please, Aizen-kami, she didn’t know what I was doing. It’s something I found in Kurotsuchi’s research ages ago.”
“Oh.” Aizen prompted.
“Hai. The leaves themselves are harmless enough.” Gin bit his lip, clearly unwilling to continue.
“Gin.” Aizen warned.
There was a flash of terror, followed by shame from the other.
“But when it’s mixed with another seemingly harmless and common herb it becomes active and causes the reproductive system to flush itself.” Gin finished, eyes cast aside.
“Really Gin. Are you trying to deceive me?”
“No.” The other quickly denied, eyes going wide.
Those eyes widened deliciously when Aizen grasped his chin and pulled his face centimetres from his own.
“I see. I expect to see these research papers in five minutes Gin. Go fetch them.”
The other nodded his head weakly and Aizen released his grip.
“Oh Gin.” He called, not bothering to turn around and face the other.
The other paused on his way to the door.
“If you are not back in the allotted time with the correct information, I will have your punishment dealt upon both Retsu and Rangiku, while you watch.”
He could feel the other stiffen in horror behind him.
“You are wasting time.”
With that he felt Gin flash away. Aizen smiled and raised his tea to his lips before pausing and looking at it suspiciously before chuckling and taking a drink.
“Even after all this time, you still have me guessing Gin. But then, that is what I always enjoyed about you.” Aizen commented to the empty room.
He was almost finished his cup when Gin returned, several papers clutched tightly in hand. Very reluctantly Gin handed them over. Aizen smoothed them out and read.
“I see. Interesting.” Aizen noted.
It was. Apparently the twin herbs, whose names were nigh unpronounceable, were going to originally be employed against the Quincy to eradicate them in a slower, more humane way. It wasn’t Kurotsuchi who had discovered it, but rather Urahara; which would indeed explain Unohana’s lack of knowledge.
“Very interesting.” Aizen noted, taking a sip from his now refilled cup. “Perhaps it is time I return the favour.”
“Aizen-kami?” Gin asked uncertainly.
“Come Gin. It has been a while since we last visit the dungeon. I believe it is time to visit it again.”
He smiled as the other stiffened in abject terror.
“Would you rather I send Retsu down instead?”
Gin gave his head a violent shake and reluctantly followed him to the lower levels of the Palace. After all, what Palace was complete without a dungeon and torture chamber?
“I am most displeased with you Gin. After I spared your life, permitting you to serve my Wife instead of leaving you to rot in a dungeon, this is how you repay my kindness? A pity.” Aizen actually sounded disappointed.
“It won’t happen again Aizen-kami. I promise.”
“Be silent Gin.”
The other remained silent as they finished their trek to a room the silver haired man was all too familiar with. Aizen could feel the others body trembling behind him. The real question was just how to punish the boy for his treachery?
Despite his threats Aizen would never torture Rangiku or Retsu as long as Gin was willing to take the punishment. The day Gin faltered in the others protection was the day Aizen would kill the boy for he would have no more leverage to use.
“Strip.”
Gin obediently let his simple yukuta pool on the ground around his feet while Aizen walked amongst the equipment of the room, running his hands fondly over the pieces as he passed them.
“I think this one will do. Come, Gin. I hardly need to tell you what to do anymore. You are familiar with everything in here after all.” Aizen smiled pleasantly at him.
The other gulped, and with a body that trembled heavily, Gin walked up to the curved wooden beam with a single knob of wood sticking up and restraints at both ends. The curved beam was just wide enough to settle between his shoulder blades and was exceptionally uncomfortable to lay on, the little knob of wood was perhaps the most uncomfortable part.
Gin hesitated as he approached the rather innocent looking contraption. He shot a helpless, begging look at him. Aizen simply smiled warmly. With shaking hands, Gin hoisted himself up onto the beam and winced painfully as the little knob of wood was forced up his unprepared passage and his back was arched as he laid upon the beam.
Gin did his best to try and curl up on the narrow, curved beam before Aizen caught one of his ankles and slipped it into the first restraint, pulling it taunt. The rest of his limbs were similarity treated until he was pulled completely taunt over the board.
“Are we comfortable, Gin?” Aizen asked politely.
　
　
Gin’s back was already killing him being pulled taunt in this position with the hardened piece of wood shoved up his rear. The length of it had been measured specifically for him and the more he squirmed to try and alleviate the agony in his aching back from being tied in a backward bowed position on a narrow board, the more the end of the knob of wood tortured his prostate.
It was a mixture of agony and pleasure that had sweat breaking out all over his body almost instantly. He tried to hold back his whimpers, to deny the other as much pleasure from his torment as he could.
“Ah Gin, I had almost forgotten how delicious you look spread out like that. Shall we begin?”
He bit his tongue and remained silent, trying his best to hold completely still, but it was not easy as his back ached ever so painfully. He let out an involuntary gasp when one squirm ran the wood ever so tortuously over his prostate.
“Ah, there we go. I knew you enjoyed this as much as I do, Gin.” Aizen’s smirk was more in his minds eye than his sight.
Gin’s eyes were screwed shut as he fought with his body. He felt the clamps latch onto his nipples shortly before a flux of electricity raced through him. He cried out and arched his back, causing the knob of wood to drive up into his prostate. His cry of pain was followed quickly by a cry of pleasure.
“Ah my dear Gin. I see you still love to be tortured. Look how much it has turned you on.” Aizen commented.
He felt what he knew from experience was the handle of a crop prod his shameful erection. A moment after he felt a leather thong wrap firmly around it’s base.
“What a bad boy you are Gin. Normal people do not enjoy being tortured.” Aizen taunted. “But then, you were never normal.”
The whistle of air was the only warning he got before the crop slapped harshly against his inner thigh. He cried out and flinched; the wood digging into his back and the knob jabbing into him again.
The crop came down again and again. Each slap gaining a cry of pain mixed with pleasure and before long tears were streaming down his face and his body was completely soaked in sweat.
“Such a naughty boy you are Gin. Enjoying this.” Aizen chuckled.
The crop came down again, but it didn’t land on his thighs this time. Instead it slapped heavily upon his erection and he screamed out in agony as his back arched off the curved beam and he pulled uselessly against his restraints.
Bruises were quickly forming on his wrist to add to his pain and discomfort. He panted heavily, trying to curl up to protect his testicles and being unable. The pain was unbearable and he cried unashamed.
The leather thong made sure he was still fully erect despite the pain and the crop slapped harshly against the other side, earning another scream of pain and back arching. His body was wracked in sobs, causing that knob to abuse his prostate.
He hated it. Hated Aizen with all of what was left of his being. But there was nothing he could do against the other. His best attempt had failed and now he would suffer for eternity for failing to avenge his childhood friend.
“That’s enough of that now I think. Clearly you are in need of different punishment as you seem to be enjoying this too much.” Aizen sighed in false disappointment.
Gin lay panting and whimpering. Just wanting it to end but knowing it would be hours and hours yet before Aizen tired of the game. Truthfully, Gin was positive Aizen had already been frustrated and was probably going to torture him anyway over the issue with the unknown bugs. The issue with Unohana just gave Aizen a more valid excuse to exert his frustration on his helpless victim.
“Open.” Aizen ordered, pressing a round ball to his lips.
It wasn’t hard to obey considering he was panting desperately for breath as it was. The ball was shoved in and he clenched his teeth around the plastic thing as the straps were wrapped around his head to hold it in place.
“It is getting late. I hardly desire that your racket keeps my darling wife up all night when she has so much work to do. A pity, for I do so enjoy hearing your screams.”
He tried to shot a hate filled gaze at his tormentor, but he couldn’t get his eyes to open as they were clenched shut in pain and humiliation. Even if he did open them it was doubtful he would see much past the mist of his tears.
There was another spark of electricity from the clamps still on his nipples, earning a muffled scream and another arching of his back and assault on his prostate.
“Yes, much quieter.” Aizen said pleased. “Open your eyes Gin.”
He forced them to open, and his theory proved right. His vision was nothing but a blur for the tears that pooled in them. Perhaps it was for the best because this way he was unable to see the false, caring face of Kami.
“Ah, so much have they changed.” Aizen commented as he walked towards the wall full of various other items intended for torture. “I recall when we first met, such a vivid blue they were. So full of life and promise. However,” Aizen pulled down a paddle and walked back to him, “now they are barely a dull grey. A pity.” Aizen actually frowned for a moment.
Gin tried to glare at him, but it wasn’t working out so well through the well of tears.
“I wonder?” Aizen never finished and seemed to be musing about something, tapping his chin with the edge of the paddle.
He suddenly bore it down across Gin’s stomach. Gin gasped and tried to curl up, the restraints digging painfully into his wrists and feet and once more the arching of his back drove the knob full on into his prostate while scrapping painfully against his walls as he shifted violently side to side as well.
“Would your eyes go back to sky blue if I let you see her, even talk to her?” Aizen mused.
Despite his growing delirium, Gin froze at the promise in those words. He had seen Rangiku once a year at the Claim Meetings, but he had never been permitted to speak to her, to see how Nnoitra was treating her.
In fact, he was almost never permitted out of the wing of the palace that ‘belonged’ to Unohana. It was his duty to make sure the wing was spotless and the gardens tended to.
“A pity, I had actually been considering it before this betrayal of the trust I had given you.” Aizen’s eyes narrowed at him. “How do I know I can trust you with my Wife at all now Gin?” Aizen asked coldly, bringing the paddle down to slap heavily on his chest.
Gin gasped, but his ribs protected him from the worse of the damage. Most of the pain came from the clamps being jarred. Aizen seemed unsatisfied and the paddle slammed back down almost immediately, this time across the underside of his upper, left arm.
Gin’s upper body jerked painfully against his restraints and another sob was torn from his throat. He hadn’t heard this much anger in Aizen’s voice in a very long time and he wondered if there would be any release this time, or if Aizen was fully planning on torturing him to death.
“Well, what have you to say for yourself Gin? Should I give you another chance?” Aizen asked, pulling the ball out of his mouth.
“Please, Aizen-kami.” He whimpered.
“Please.” Aizen prompted.
“I won’t do it again. I swear. Please.” He gasped, his accent coming through heavily in his distress. “Please.” He begged.
He felt like his spine was nothing but a fused piece of agony. His wrist and ankles felt like they had been chafed to the bone. His passage was a mix of agony from the wood and pleasure from the same wood. The bruises from the paddle and crop were still smarting painfully.
“I see. I almost think I believe you are sincere Gin. But then, I thought you were sincere before as well.”
“Please.” Gin begged.
He knew this would just go further and get far more painful and humiliating.
Aizen was once more staring at him in contemplation, tapping the head of the paddle against his chin. He reached out with one hand and once more Gin’s back arched as electrical current raced down the clamps.
He didn’t know how long he begged between the slaps of the paddle against his flesh and the arcs of electricity. At one point Aizen shoved the ball back in his mouth so as not to disturb his ‘dear wife’s’ slumber with his pained screams.
Eventually he ran out of tears to shed and his entire body was trembling with exhaustion. Blood flowed freely from where the restraints had sliced into his wrists and ankles during his struggles. He swore his vertebrae were shattered based from the agony of his thrashing on the beam.
“Well Gin?” Aizen asked sweetly, once more pulling the ball from his mouth.
“I won’t do it again.” He rasped heavily accented. “I promise. Please, Aizen-kami.”
His voice was so hoarse from screaming and crying it was a wonder he could even speak, let alone anyone understand him even without the thick accent.
“I think I might believe you this time.” Aizen smiled. “If you don’t move.”
With that, Aizen undid the restraint on his ankles. It took all of his will power not to try and curl up, but to remain still, more so when the restraints on his wrist were loosened.
“Now, don’t move.” Aizen warned again.
An arc of electricity raced over him one last time, causing his back to arc. With the restraints no longer holding him in place Gin toppled off of the board to crash painfully to the floor, the wooden knob tearing the delicate flesh of his insides. Aizen frowned down at him.
“A pity. I had thought we came to an understanding.”
Gin didn’t move, didn’t argue. He just curled up and sobbed dryly in agony. Aizen’s foot came down and kicked him onto his back before pinning him down on his chest. Gin lay there panting.
“You aren’t even coherent anymore, are you?”
Gin didn’t answer, he didn’t even hear the question for the throbbing of blood finally flowing back to his abused joints and the searing pain of his back and rear.
“Gin.” Aizen pressed down on his chest, making breathing just that much more difficult. “Gin.” This time there was a hint of impatience.
“Hai, Aizen-kami?” He managed to wheeze out.
“This will be your last chance before I end your miserable existence. Stand up.” Aizen ordered, removing his foot from Gin’s chest.
Gin looked up at him in shock. There was no way he could stand, but still he struggled. Slowly forcing himself to his hands and knees. He leaned on the beam for support and shakily got to his feet.
His legs trembled and his back was still washed with sharp agony. Blood ran freely down his body from his abused joints and rear. But he managed to stand, even if most of his weight was on the board.
“Good.” Aizen purred into his ear, and he found himself shivering from his assailants breath as it ghosted over his ear.
With deft fingers, the leather thong was finally removed and Gin let out a soft sob of relief as the blood that had been trapped was finally free to return to his body. There was no way he would stay hard with the agony he was in.
“One last thing before I let you return to your duties Gin.”
Aizen walked away from him and returned shortly with a Katana Gin would have recognized had he been blind.
“Shinso.” He muttered desperately.
It had been so long since he had seen his Zanpakuto that he felt his eyes slowly water again. Apparently he did have a few tears left to fall.
“Clearly you have too much time on your hands if you had time to plot against me. So let’s make sure you have less to fill.”
Suddenly the pain he was in no longer mattered. It was as if the agony was washed away in sudden terror as he looked up horrified into Aizen’s warm visage.
“Hold out your hand, Gin.” Aizen ordered, brandishing Shinso.
He felt frozen.
“A hand now Gin, or it will be your neck instead.”
Trembling, he held out his left hand.
“Very good.”
Aizen grasped Shinso’s handle with both hands and lined the blade up with his wrist. Gin couldn’t help it, he closed his eyes tightly, unable to watch. He heard the swish of air as Shinso slashed down and he cried out in agony, and surprise, as the flat of the blade slammed painfully into his wrist, shattering the bone.
He cradled his shattered wrist and sobbed, not in pain, but relief that Aizen hadn’t removed his hand like he had been expecting.
“You are dismissed. Pray I do not discover you have plotted against me again Gin. That was your second strike. I do not need to tell you what happens on the third.”
“No, Aizen-kami.” He whimpered brokenly.
“Very good. You are dismissed.”
Gin stumbled over to where his simple Yukuta was still pooled on the floor. It was difficult to pull on with only one hand, but he managed. After that he had to lean heavily against the wall for support and crawl up any stairs back to Unohana’s wing.
He finally made it to the simple yet clean blanket kept in one of the cubbies he was permitted to call his bed. No doubt he had left a trail of blood that he would have one hell of a time scrubbing up tomorrow, but for now he was just pleased to collapse and pass out.
　
　
　
Isn’t Aizen a dick? And yes I agree, the only good Yammy is a dead Yammy, but it is my mission to make you hate him as much as possible so you will all love me that much more when his demise finally comes.
As usual, thank you all so much for the reviews and I hope you enjoyed the double post. Szayel has an interesting future ahead of him, that is all I will say for now, and it will not be an easy path for him.
This chapters question: Do you feel sorry for Gin, or feel like he is getting what he deserves?
Next Chapter: Tatsuki makes it clear she doesn’t want kids and she meets with Matsumoto for the 30min, put dinner together, mad dash.
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