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Aizen and Ichigo sat at a long table in the center of the room, surrounded by the Espada who were also under Aizen's command. As they ate and drank, Aizen's hand slowly made its way to Ichigo's ass, groping him firmly. Ichigo gritted his teeth, suppressing a moan.
"Lord Aizen, please," Ichigo said through clenched teeth. "Not in front of the others."
Aizen chuckled darkly. "Why not? They're my loyal underlings. They know their place."
Ichigo felt a mix of anger and arousal at Aizen's words. He hated the way Aizen treated him like his own personal toy, but a part of him couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of being used by such a powerful man.
Aizen's hand continued to grope and squeeze Ichigo's ass, causing him to squirm in his seat. "You're mine, Ichigo," Aizen said, his voice low and dangerous. "Mine to do with as I please."
Ichigo felt a shiver run down his spine at Aizen's words, and he knew that resistance was futile. Aizen had him completely under his spell.
The Espada watched in silence as Aizen continued to fondle Ichigo's ass, their eyes flickering with lust and envy. They all wanted a piece of Ichigo, but they knew better than to cross Aizen.
Ichigo bit his lip as Aizen's hand traveled up his back, his fingers tracing over the ridges of muscle. Aizen leaned in close, his breath hot against Ichigo's ear. "You like this, don't you? You love being my little plaything."
Ichigo couldn't deny the pleasure he felt coursing through his body, even as he cursed Aizen under his breath. He was trapped, completely at the mercy of Aizen's desires.
As the night wore on, Aizen continued to tease and torment Ichigo, his hand exploring every inch of his body. And despite his anger and resentment, Ichigo couldn't help but crave more.
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Ichigo's cheeks were burning as Aizen's hand continued to roam over his ass, groping and squeezing the firm flesh. The other Espada at the table were watching with a mixture of amusement and arousal, clearly enjoying the show.
"Come on, Ichigo," Aizen purred, leaning in close to his ear. "Don't be so uptight. Let go and enjoy yourself."
Ichigo gritted his teeth, his body betraying him with a shiver of pleasure despite his anger. He hated that Aizen had this kind of control over him, that he could make him feel things he didn't want to feel. But at the same time, he couldn't deny that there was a part of him that enjoyed it. A part of him that wanted more.
"You're sick, you know that?" Ichigo growled, but his voice was laced with lust.
Aizen chuckled. "I prefer to think of myself as...creative."
The other Espada were now openly ogling Ichigo, their eyes dark with desire. Aizen seemed to revel in the attention, continuing to tease and taunt his new subordinate. Ichigo found himself squirming in his seat, his cock twitching with need.
"Please, Lord Aizen," he moaned, hating himself for the words but unable to stop them. "Please...more."
Aizen smirked, his hand moving to cup Ichigo's crotch. "Oh, we'll have plenty of time for that, Ichigo. Plenty of time for everything."
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Aizen, Ichigo, and the Espada sat around the table in Las Noches, the hollow fortress in Hueco Mundo. Aizen's eyes were dark and mischievous as he continued to fondle Ichigo's ass, Grimmjow, the sixth Espada, leaned in closer, his sharp blue hair framing his face. He was tall and muscular, with a chiseled jaw and a fierce gaze. "Looks like the boss is really getting into you, Ichigo," he growled, a lustful smirk playing across his lips.
Starrk, the lazy-looking first Espada, reclined in his chair, his dark hair falling over his eyes. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, Ichigo could see the hunger in his gaze as he watched Aizen and Grimmjow touch him. "I bet you like it, don't you, Ichigo?" he drawled, his voice low and seductive.
Ichigo's heart was racing as he felt Aizen's fingers slip under his waistband, teasing at the edge of his boxers. He knew he should be disgusted, but he couldn't help the way his body was responding to the touch of his powerful enemies. As Grimmjow and Starrk leaned in closer, Ichigo couldn't help but wonder what they had in store for him.
The other male Espada join in on the action, eagerly groping and fondling Ichigo's body. They take turns teasing him, whispering filthy things in his ear and rubbing their hardening cocks against him. Ichigo is overwhelmed by the sensations, his body betraying him as he starts to feel pleasure mixed with shame and disgust.
"Look at how he's enjoying it," Szayelaporro says, grinning wickedly as he strokes Ichigo's cock. "He's such a little slut, just like we thought."
Ichigo tries to protest, but his words come out as moans and gasps. He hates how they're treating him, hates how he's getting aroused despite himself. But deep down, a part of him craves the attention and the rough treatment.
The other Espada start to get more aggressive, biting and scratching at Ichigo's skin. They force him to his knees and make him suck their cocks, smirking as he gags and chokes on their lengths.
"Come on, Ichigo," grimmjow growls. "Show us what a good little bitch you can be."
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Ulquiorra stepped forward, his pale skin and piercing green eyes making him stand out from the others. He caressed Ichigo's cheek softly, his touch gentle compared to Grimmjow's rough handling. "Don't be ashamed, Ichigo," he said, his voice soothing. "We'll take good care of you." Ulquiorra leaned in to kiss Ichigo, his tongue slipping into his mouth. Ichigo tried to pull away, but Ulquiorra held him in place. He felt the other Espada's hands on his body, touching him in places he never thought he would be touched.
Starrk watched from the sidelines, his eyes following the scene with interest. Starrk's lazy drawl broke the silence. "Don't forget about me, Grimmjow. I want a piece of the action too." Grimmjow laughed and stepped aside, giving Starrk room to approach. Ichigo's heart raced as he felt his hands on his body. He could feel Starrk was the strongest just from his touch. Starrk's lazy smile belied the intensity of his touch. The Espada worked in unison, teasing and tormenting Ichigo until he was begging for release.
Ichigo couldn't believe what was happening. He had never been with anyone before, apart from aizen, let alone a group of powerful and dangerous hollows. But despite the fear and shame he felt, he couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through his body. The Espada knew just how to touch him, how to make him feel things he never thought possible. He was theirs to use as they pleased, and he couldn't help but want more.
Ichigo's mind was a blur as the Espada continued to have their way with him. Grimmjow had moved down to his cock, taking it into his mouth and sucking it deeply, eliciting a loud moan from Ichigo. The other Espada had continued to stroke and caress him, their hands exploring his body with abandon. Ichigo felt like he was on fire, his skin burning with pleasure.
"Fuck, you taste good," Grimmjow said as he licked his lips, a smirk playing on his face.
Ichigo felt his face flush with embarrassment at the comment, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt from the other man's actions. He looked around at the other Espada, who were all watching him with hungry eyes.
"Come on, let's have some fun with him," Szayelaporro urged
Ichigo's heart raced as he felt hands on his thighs, spreading them apart. He tried to resist, but his body was too weak, too overwhelmed by the sensations. He could feel the head of one of the Espada's cocks at his entrance, and he whimpered as it pushed inside him.
The other Espada continued to stroke and caress him, their hands moving over his skin, teasing and tormenting him. Ichigo moaned and writhed beneath them, unable to resist their advances. He had never felt so helpless, so completely at the mercy of another's desires.