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Kinktober 2022 :WIP
🕑 Added 2023-05-09 17:15:40 +0000 UTCBleach parody: WIP
Kinktober 2022 Special #Spit Swallowing
Kinks of the Wolf
Since removing his mask Komamura is trying to form stronger bonds with his squad. The best way to start was with his lieutenant Iba. The lieutenant was very open and helps the furry captain discover his kinks and needs.
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Captain Sajin Komamura had run his squad behind a mask. Self-conscious about his appearance he wore thick and heavy robes, gloves, and a helmet to hide his face. The tall man concealed his entire body. He was a werewolf, a part of a clan of beasts. So he kept his squad possibly more than arm's length away.
Even his lieutenant Iba, who should have been the closest to him was kept at a distance. Most of the squad looked up to Komamura for his strength, his actions, and his attention to duty. They respected him but didn’t know him. It wasn’t good for Sajin either. He buried himself in his work and left Iba often delegating and leading the squad.
This lack of confidence deepened over time and seeped into other aspects of his development. He slowly became emotionally stunted, unable to express his simplest desires. His physical needs weren’t being met. He couldn’t touch himself, out of fear of someone catching him in the act and seeing his true form. Sajin was the oldest virgin in Soul Society.
Hiding his appearance meant he couldn’t get a mating partner. His body craved a mate, needed a connection. He tried to have an emotional connection with Tossen but that ended badly. Day after day, his libido kept cooking.
Sajin had impressive balls as a werewolf, but his lack of self-care caused those nuts to swell with unshed cum. They grew massive, so large even a tanuki would say. “DAMN!” If not for his full moon wet dreams, they’d never get released. On nights of the Full Moon it was time for werewolves to rut, Sajin ignored this, but the effect of the lunar cycle pushed him over the edge.
The iron doors of his libido were forced open giving Sajin the most erotic dreams. He humped his bed, his tail thrashing wildly. His penis throbbed, he was so horny even his knot was out of his sheath. His lust played off his insecurities, dreaming of being exposed, dragged out in front of his squad, and treated like a slutty beast. His members had no connection to him in his mind, so they had no reason to treat him as special.
He was used by his squad and it only excited him more. His penis refused to go soft even as they made him do slutty things. In fact, he just got harder. Sajin licked their feet, ate ass, gobbled down cock, and after he swallowed their loads they grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and spat in his mouth. Just as he was gonna be bred he came.
Komamura’s wet dream shook him to his core. He drenched his fundoshi in white, the thick cream flooded his sleeping pants and spilled down his legs. More and more until there was a massive puddle. He woke up to the mess and had to clean it up, his cheeks burning as his room reeked of semen. It smelled like an orgy had happened, and his balls weren’t satisfied with one night’s release.
Despite his growing lust, he kept his form hidden. It wasn’t until after Aizen’s betrayal did things change. His battle with Zaraki Kenpachi exposed him, and he was accepted. Kenpachi didn’t care about appearances it was only fighting power that mattered to him. His lieutenant was a true test of character.
Iba was a real man. He didn’t see Sajin’s appearance as something negative, he actually found him to be quite cute. There was no reason to hide, inside and out he was a good man. Anyone who could look at his fluffy face and call him ugly wasn’t right in the head. Even if all of Soul Society rejected him Iba swore to stand by his side. It was a touching moment.
He refused to let Sajin fall back into hiding. Komamura should be proud of his appearance. Iba was adamant about bringing the furry male out of his shell. The captains didn’t care about his appearance, he was a loyal comrade that stood by them in all sorts of conflicts. Mayuri found him interesting…which was a little unnerving.
Testsuzaemon had his back and the two started forming a bond as Captain and lieutenant. It started in the bathhouse. There was nothing that bonded two men together like washing each other’s backs. Sajin was so cute in his little towel, his big furry body was on full display. He was tall and built like a mountain. Brown fur was clearly dominant, across his sexy back, along his arms, down his sides and hips, and his legs. His cream fur was along the underside of his muzzle, down his throat over his firm pecs, along his abs to his crotch, back over his taint to between his cheeks, curving up to match the underside of his tail. The bottoms of his feet matched the cream color of his fur.
All his muscles made the fur truly pop, the softness of the coat worked with the hardness of the muscle. Iba got to feel it all, washing Sajin’s back. The touch was wonderful, Iba had really strong fingers, massaging his muscles and running through the forest of chocolate brown. Komamura couldn’t help the pleased growls that left him. Iba would have stopped, but the wagging tail showed how much he was enjoying it.
It was a start, but more was needed. He had spent so much time distancing himself from his squad, now he had to bridge those gaps. Not that he knew how…
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Sajin’s confidence began to grow, slowly bit by bit. His walls were coming down and a new foundation was rising. This also had an effect on his libido. He was having dreams of his fellow captains and even some lieutenants. The bathhouse setting made it easy, but his submissive desires were still present.
The now daily erotic dreams drove Komamura wild. His imagination was empowered by his newfound confidence, and all that pent-up desire was channeled. Night after night his imagination conjured up steamy scenarios to tease him with, only to wake up hot, horny, and unsatisfied. His heated length jutted from his sheath, meanwhile, his hole was aching to be touched.
