It was odd to be nervous. Really, it wasn't like it was Renji Abarai's first time at a brothel. However, he'd been dragged here by his stupid half-brother, Grimmjow. Technically, this was his first time legally at a brothel as a patron. It was his birthday, twenty one, and his brother thought since he hadn't had time to get himself laid lately, that he'd take him to the best brothel in town. He allowed himself to be led into the main sitting room and gasped out loud at the beauty of the place.

The brothel was Japanese themed, with great wall hangings and all the employees wore traditional garb, altered to show off their attributes that they were selling of course. A few scantily clad men and women moved about, smiling and chatting with fully clothed patrons. In a way it was surreal to walk around and see these people milling about like there was nothing odd about a man wearing nothing but a fundoshi and a heels sitting on the lap of a woman with a business suit, or any number of the strange combinations of outfits. The ones walking around were allowed to choose their own partners and got special rates for different things.

"Grim, really, this is too much money for this kind of place," the younger of the pair gaped.

"Nonsense, Ren. Since when has your big brother taken you out like this? Don't worry, I got a deal, if you are willing to help the owner out a little in return!" his older brother said, flashing a dashing smile and light flickering over his bright blue eyes.

Grimmjow led Renji into a small office where a woman with massive breasts sat at the table smoking a long pipe. "Madame Shiba," the blue haired brother said nodding. "Here is my brother Renji that I told you about."

"Hrm, alright, down to business, your brother here is a regular with a couple of my whores, and we've been having some trouble with them disappearing and showing up at a couple other brothels downtown. We can't prove anything, and we can't get them back ones they're marked for the other brothel. So what I want for you to do is tattoo our mark on all the whores so they can't be taken again. Right now they have a microchip implant, but when they get taken, they're being replaced with new ones. A tattoo is harder to hide and cover-ups are easy to spot with the right equipment. You do this, ya get yer pick for the whole night and anytime you want to come by afterward as our thanks," the woman said, scratching under her breast with one hand while she pulled a smoke off the pipe with the other.

Renji nodded. He was the owner of a small tattoo parlor not too far from here, the best one in all Karakura. "I can do that. I can bring my equipment by tomorrow morning, and start to work. How many are there?"

"How many whores? Oh, about twenty right now. But don't matter, Grimmjow here says its your birthday, twenty-one and legal for the brothels for the first time, so you go have fun. I got a bunch of whores who'll love to play with that lovely red hair of yours," she said leaning back.

Renji really wished she'd stop calling them whores. He knew that was what they were legally called, but he still didn't like it. Twenty years ago, sex work became legal, but only under the Brothel Act, where all sex workers were required to be owned by a brothel until such time as they could buy out their own contract or their contract expired. Contracts came about for several reasons, some owed money to the government, some were lawsuits, some were sold by their families into the life, while still others simply enjoyed the life because it was not without benefits. White collar criminals and some felony criminals could choose a shorter sentence if they opted to work at a brothel.

The redhead let himself be lead into the main room where the most expensive "goods" were all displayed. Each man or woman sat on a raised chair or couch in an alcove. Below was a plaque reading the "specialties" if they had any and their name. Because the place had a Japanese theme, almost all of the names were Japanese. There were six alcoves on each side of the room, and he started down the first side.

A very tall woman with short silver hair reclined on a sofa wearing a silver kimono that just barely covered her body. "Isane. Coquette. Shy. Submissive."

He moved onward. Now there was a male, tall and lithe with short dark hair and a 69 tattooed on his face. "Shuu. Dominant. Romantic." He wore a dark red dressing jacket and a black fundonshi tied around him.

Now he saw another girl. This one was brown haired, small in stature, and wore glasses and a school uniform with a skirt hiked up over her hip. "Chiruzu. Oral. Aggressor." When he looked up at her, she licked her lips at him, sending a shiver through his body. Definitely not his type.

They continued, knowing the next day he'd get to know them all as he tattooed the mark of the place on them wherever he was told to do so. He wandered to the other side, though when a flash of bright colored hair caught his eye. His brother was already letting his choice for the night, a buxom girl with bright green hair, down from her alcove. Renji made it over and found himself staring not at a woman, as he would have thought, but perhaps one of the most beautiful men he had ever seen. If you could call him that. He looked like he was still a teenager, but Renji knew they had to be at least 19 to work legally here.

He heard his brother approach. "Hrm, never thought a boy Lolita would catch your eye, bro," Grim said with a smirk.

"A what?" Renji said turning to him with a frown. The green haired woman was leaning comfortably in his grip. She wore a nearly sheer gown of a green color that matched her hair.

"Boy Lolita. They look young and cute and most the time fight you when you try to take them. They're fun, especially since they usually like to pout and cry," his brother said with a grin. "But don't let the act fool ya, bro. That's what they're supposed to do."

Renji looked back at the young man. He had bright, glaringly bright, orange hair, and soft features that were almost feminine. His lips were red and definitely what Renji would call pouty, but he was wearing a bit gag like found on a horse with a tiny lock on the side of it. He had a sour look on his face, and his orange brows were knitted together in a scowl. He was sitting on a black lounge chair, and Renji realized, there was a shackle on his ankle that tied him to the seat he was in. It was some sort of soft rope, but it was definitely there for more than decoration, he could tell from the red marks around the boy's ankle above and below the soft binding. He wore no shirt, revealing sweet, supple lines of muscled abdominals and defined chest muscles. He wore a simple looking fundoshi revealing very long, lean legs. His whole skin was a beautiful sun-kissed peach tone. He looked down at the plaque. "Ichigo. Resistant. Submissive."

He looked back up to see the boy positively glowering at him with shouldering chocolate eyes. It was like he was positively going to kill him with that look. Renji growled deep in his throat and glanced behind him at his brother. "That one."

Unlike the green haired woman that had come willingly with his elder brother, the little minx he'd chosen refused to leave his alcove without a fight. It had taken the two "bouncers" to drag him out, kicking and punching the whole time. They had been a huge man named Kenpachi and a smaller but strong man named Ikkaku. They hadn't hurt the orange spitfire, but the shorter man came out of the room sporting a black eye and a bloody nose, much to Renji's surprise.

"Damn, why does he have fuckin' knock the shit out of me every damn time? When are they gonna fuckin' quit puttin' him out? Damn!" the man named Ikkaku said, not noticing Renji standing in the shadows of the hall as he wiped his nose with a rag from his pocket. "He has a thing against my nose!"

The bigger man stopped and stared at the other one. "Fuck, you know she can't stop whoring him out. He's too damn good, fighting and screaming the whole time. I swear, but he's not worth the effort sometimes. Let's go ice that shit. At least he didn't break yer nose this time. When you gonna figure out he's gonna come out swinging? Learn to duck, stupid."

Renji looked from the door to the two men that left. "What the hell…" he muttered and felt a hand drop on his back. He looked up to see the grin on the face of his elder brother.

"Whatcha waitin' on, little bro, get in there and give that boy the fuckin' he deserves," Grimmjow said, squeezing his shoulder.

"I don't know, Grim, are you sure they are acting? I mean, he gave that bouncer a black eye…" Renji said, wringing his hands, truly worried. What if he wasn't putting on an act?

Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "Nel, come here, can you help me?"

From the next room, a green head popped out. She sauntered out, totally naked now, sending a flush up Renji's face as he tried to avoid looking at her breasts which were right out in front of him now. She leaned into Grimmjow, one hand cocked on her hip and the other around the bigger man's waist.

"Nel, sweetie, please tell my naïve younger brother how boys like the one he picked out work it around here?" he said with a gentle pat to the young girl's butt.

She smiled, but Renji was sure there was something behind that smile. "Oh, sweetheart, don't you worry about Itsygo. He's fine. He's the best boy Lolita we've ever had. He struggles, moans, pants, screams, curses, you name it. He gets the best repeat customers because he puts on the show every time like it's the first time."

Renji frowned, still unsure. "Renji, you can pick someone else if you don't really want his company…"

Renji's eyes widened. No, he wanted him that fiery orange headed minx under him, moaning out his name more than anything. He shook his head. "No, that's not it; I just didn't want to make him do something he don't want…"

"Ren, he wouldn't be working here if he didn't want to do it," Grimmjow said with a smirk.

Renji sighed, running a hand through his hair and nodded. "Okay, I get it bro, I get it."

His brother walked off with the busty green haired gal and then there was a slamming door and they were gone, leaving him staring at the door. He reached down and opened it slowly, slipping into the dimly lit room. He took a breath. Okay, just remember, he told himself. They choose this life for one reason or the other. They can't just force a contract on someone. They have to agree to it and sign it.

The room was simple, really, though decorated with red and black Japanese hangings. Dominating the middle of the room was a large, king sized bed with vibrant red covers. And on those covered, tied wrist and ankle was the little spit fire orangette he'd chosen. He had enough play with the ropes that he'd pulled his knees up to his chest and his arms as close to his sides as he could. His face was sulky; his hair mussed and disheveled from his tussle with his bouncers. They'd left the bit gag in his mouth, though. Was that all part of the act too? Had they known he was watching them take him back to the room he was to spend the night with him in? He must have. Nel had said so, that this was all part of his act to keep customers coming back. He had to admit, the resistance he showed was making him more heated than anything he'd ever experienced.

"Fuf uf!" he yelled around the gag. "Lave ma lone!" the orange haired boy snarled heatedly, teeth bared around the gag.

"You're a feisty one, aren't ya?" Renji asked moving to stand at the foot of the bed. Renji saw there was a small key, presumably for the bit gag, sitting on the table.

Renji got a snarling growl out of him and more of the same look that could kill a man if it had a little bit of power behind it. Despite his initial distaste at the idea of the slim possibility the boy wasn't a willing participant, he found himself growing harder by the second every time spit dribbled down his chin around the gag. The way he fought the ropes; it was so hot. Renji swallowed. What the hell was wrong with him? Getting all hot and bothered about sleeping with a guy acting like this? No wonder he got repeat customers.

"Hey, I don't need the act okay, but it is hot as hell," he said, shucking his shirt slowly as the orange haired boy watched him with fire in his eyes.

The boy snorted and looked away from Renji's leanly muscled chest and stomach, covered with thick dark tattoo lines.

"It's okay, I understand this is what you're supposed to do, they said you were good at it, but damn…I've never seen something so hot in my whole life, and I'm usually into girls," he said, unbuttoning his pants and slowly stepping out of them, his cock rock hard already.

"Go fuf a grrl," he snarled, jumping as Renji had slid up and now was sitting between his struggling legs.

Renji laid over him and grabbed the tiny key and held the boy's head still so he could take out the gag. Ichigo spit at him, or tried to, when the gag was gone. Renji laid it down on the table and slid back down between his straining legs.

Any coherent thought was lost as he slid a hand up the inside of each of his thighs, feeling the muscles clench spasmodically. He reached up, untying the sash on the orangette's single article of clothing, freeing his straining member. Renji smiled, okay so it was true. It was an act after all. He wouldn't be so aroused if he wasn't willing. And to Renji's surprise, the curling hair around his cock was as orange as that on his head. So he didn't dye his hair, either. Well, then neither did Renji.

There were other snarled curses above him as Renji proceeded to lavish the boy's erection with his tongue, bathing it gently, slowly, feeling the boy tense and gasp as if he'd never had someone worship his body like this before. Renji couldn't help himself. The struggle and the fight just made him want to reward him for doing such a good job getting him all worked up and ready to explode. He had such a nice cock as well, slightly curved at the end with just the perfect amount of foreskin that he could run his tongue around before he slid it back fully.

"What…." He breathed above him. "No one does….that…to me…."

Renji sat up and looked at the boy's confused face. Well, it seemed Renji was going to have to show the boy how things were done properly. In one swoop, he went down on him all the way until his nose brushed into the soft curls at the base, and the most delicious moan escaped the boy's mouth. He spent more time, taking him all the way into his throat and making the boy moan in absolute ecstasy as he let his throat constrict around him. Renji was new to brothels, not new to the art of pleasuring a partner, of either sex. He kept going, bobbing up and down until he felt the boy stiffen and fill his mouth with the bitter sweet taste of his release. Renji licked up any that came from his mouth and smiled as he moved upward on the still shaking orange head.

"It seems like you enjoyed that, minx," he purred into the boy's ear. Ichigo was panting now, his face completely flushed with pleasure.

He reached up and forced three fingers into the boy's mouth, to which he snapped out of his blissful reverie and if Renji hadn't quickly shoved a thumb from his other hand into his jaw, he might have bitten them clean off. Wow, the act he was putting on, it just made him even more excited to slip inside the boy and ride the waves of pleasure it would give him. Maybe he could make him cum again.

After his fingers were sufficiently slicked by the boy's seemingly unwilling tongue, Renji reached down under him gently slipping one into him. The boy arched his back, another snarl on his lips, but Renji had the other hand wrapped around his awakening cock already, distracting the boy from the entrance of a second finger as much as he could. He wanted to kiss him, explore that beautiful mouth, but he feared for the safety of his tongue and lips since he tried to bite his fingers. So instead he settled for stretching the boy's entrance slowly with his fingers, receiving some of the cutest squeaks from him when he forced a third finger into him. He arched his back, obviously in a little pain.

"Hey, strawberry," he whispered in his ear. "Relax, I don't want to hurt you."

The eyes that turned on him were still full of fire and even though his eyes were dilated due to the pleasure he was receiving, Renji was sure something else was there. But right now, Renji didn't care, he started sucking and biting on the boy's neck and ramming all three fingers into him as far as they would go, finally brushing into the boy's prostate and eliciting a forced moan of pleasure from him. It sounded like whine more than anything. He smiled into the warm shoulder as he felt the boy's breath come faster. He pulled his fingers out and soon would replace them with his more than ready cock. He brushed down, spreading the pre-cum that seeped from him, and shivering as his own touch sent a wave of pleasure over him. He lined himself up and began to press into the surprisingly tight space.

The boy arched his back, screwing his eyes shut, and Renji whispered soft apologies and encouragements as he began to stroke him to get his mind off the initial pain that he would feel. Slowly, so slowly, he slid in, deeper and deeper, stroking Ichigo firmly as he went in deeper. Until finally, he was fully sheathed in the heat that was the fiery orangette below him. It was almost as scalding as the fire in his eyes. He looked down and saw tears in his eyes, so he kissed them away, wanting to ravage his mouth, but still knowing better than to try it. But the tears kept falling even as Renji began moving into him, slowly at first, then rising to a more and more rapid pace, using his own hand to stroke the boy to pleasure once more. Finally, he managed to bring the boy to a shuddering climax, and the clenching of his body around him finally sent Renji over the edge, pumping fast and hard into him as he rode the wave of pleasure.

When he was done, he pulled out of the boy and lay beside him. He reached down and grabbed a red cover and pulled it over both of them. He was unsure of the after. Did you stay the night with them like a lover? Or did you simply dismiss them? Or did you just leave them like that? He couldn't imagine the latter, leaving the boy spread out and tied.

"If I untie you, will you stay?" Renji asked, running his hands over the boy's muscled body.

"No, I'll cut your throat and be gone before your blood's run cold," he said, turning his face away from him as much as his bindings would allow.

Renji sat back and stared at the boy. The deadly serious tone to his voice had caught Renji off guard. He should be done playing the unwilling boy.

"You know, I said you didn't have to act, you know, and we're all done, so you can cut that stuff, its slightly disturbing," he said, leaning up on his elbow and staring down at the orange haired boy.

The orange haired boy looked at him with unmatched fire and heat. "I'm not acting, you stupid fucker. If I get loose, I'll kill you and run until I can't run anymore and the kill anyone who tries to fucking touch me again!"

Renji didn't know what to say, as he reached out and touched the boy and watched him flinch away from him. The anger was genuine. The hate and fury that burned in his eyes, there was no way to "act" that out. This boy was not here putting on an act. Somehow, this young man had been forced into the life, so easy when there were so many who did act the part that Ichigo was playing.

"Oh my god," Renji whispered. "Oh, god, what have I done?"

The orange haired boy looked back at him, his breathing still fast, his eyes still burning, but now Renji saw the tears, the real tears, that were spilling over from those large, beautiful eyes. Whether from pain or torment, Renji didn't know, he just knew that more than anything he wanted those tears to stop. They were so out of place, spilling from those pretty eyes that shouldn't ever spill a tear.

"They said…they said it was an act…that you worked here…because you wanted to…and I should have known, I should have realized…" Renji sputtered, backing away from the boy, his hand going to his mouth. "I'm sorry, oh god, I'm so sorry…"

Ichigo didn't know what to think. How many times had this happened? Tied and put on display for disgusting old men to fondle and fuck, his screams and pleas for them to stop only fueling their desire. Again and again, he fought them when they dragged him off that stupid black couch, thinking that just maybe he could get away from them. He never did, no matter how hard he tried. And then dragged to this room, night after night, expected to cry and scream for their enjoyment. They were never nice, never concerned with his own pleasures like this strange red head had been. And now he said he was sorry? If it had been anyone else, Ichigo would have laughed at them for saying such things. But the absolute compassion from this man was hard to deny.

This was the first time anyone had expressed worry over him, and the feeling of it welled up inside until he was sobbing. He didn't know when the ropes were undone from his ankles and wrists, he didn't even notice to be honest, but he found himself sobbing into the chest of the man who had just fucked him, but also gave him pleasure, which he was so unused to having happen. Everything came out in a torrential outpouring. All the fury and anger of his situation, and the hatred of those that had put him here, everything.

Renji rocked the other man's body against his. Was it all lies, this life these people lived? He held him tighter and whispered. "What did I do, oh god, what did I do?"