He had made a mistake.
A horrible, horrible mistake.
But to be honest, at the time he'd agreed to Ichigo's request he hadn't expected things to turn out this way. And his friend had given him some seemingly good reasons for wanting him to carry out his request.
He had even tried to make him feel better about the churning feeling of dread taking root in the pit of his stomach by listing some safety precaution's- trying to take into consideration that Chad was a tall, towering and impressive six foot five inches. That he was large and had a more slightly heavily muscled body than most young Japanese men his age, possibly due to his mixed heritage.
And he would be using his body in a less than desirable way. Against his best friend no less.
Something that was not only seen as unforgivable to Chad but due to what Ichigo had asked of him at the time- had left him feeling practically physically ill.
After all it wasn't everyday that you're best friend asked you to mock 'rape' them while with holding their reasons for such a request. But then he knew that the other teen wouldn't have done so if he felt he couldn't ask him pretty much anything.
And the fact that the strawberry trusted him to this degree...it was both humbling and terrifying to the giant as his mind replayed Ichigo's instructions from beginning to end.
Ichigo had been pretty clear about what he'd need to do. He would have to be rougher with his friend than he was used too. He wanted him to take his time (this was due to Chad's size and strength) and dominate him. Mark him. Cum inside of him if he could.
That part right there had sparked more than a few peculiar fantasies in the giant's head, of his friend, pinned underneath him- gasping and arching his back as Chad drove his impressive, hardness into his tight body- forcing Ichigo to tremble and cry out until they both came and lay spent on Chad's bed, both still breathing heavily.
That was generally when the first fantasy would end and the next hundred or so would begin. But it gave Chad enough of a sliver of a glimpse of Ichigo in the throes of passion that the giant had sort of zoned out and nodded his answer without thinking.
Damn hormones. He thought.
Part of him completely disgusted by the idea of hurting Ichigo in any way, he was far to kind and gentle a person to even attempt something like this under even the most normal of circumstances. And yet- yet he ached to know...if Ichigo would appear anything like his fantasy even under the circumstances.
And the bastard that he was, pitifully hoped so.
Which was what had him sitting inside his apartment on his couch with the lights off and the curtains in his house pulled shut, and his shirt missing and his pants more than partially undone- waiting for Ichigo to show up so that they could get things started.
It was a long weekend thanks to a holiday.
Which was good since the last thing he wanted was to hurt Ichigo and then have the stubborn fool turn around and then go to school the next day when Chad was fairly certain that once he was done with him the smaller teen wouldn't be able to walk for at least three or four days after this.
Which also meant that he'd be staying over, giving Chad a small chance to try and take care of his friend while simultaneously hoping that he hadn't damaged his friend irrevicablly.
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Ichigo looked down at herself in disgust at what she was wearing today since she had to meet Chad.
A nice, snugly fitted girly looking black T-shirt that hung off of one shoulder while being held in place by a thin piece of cotton. The hem of the shirt was femininely decorated by blue butterflies, dark colored hip hugger skinny jeans that encased her long slender legs and a pair of very feminine looking small heels.
Her hair, for once in many, many years had been left down and fell almost to her waist as she then happened to glance at her nails...
They were a 'cute' pink.
The color having been one that had been picked out by one of her younger sister's shortly before she had sat down and clipped and filed the length of her nails down a bit so that they didn't come across as so- so claw like, and then felt her thoughts shift back to the pill bottle of morning after pills that her dad had given her before she had left the house, dressed like a girl, in what seemed like forever.
But in reality had only been ten years. Since her identical twin brother's death.
She hated herself. Hated being a girl.
Hated hiding who she really was from her friends... But due to certain incidents that had occurred around the same time of her brother's death- her father had made her start dressing and acting as her dead brother would to hopefully camouflage her from the ones whom had killed him.
His plan had worked up until about a month ago when she had been called out from school by a weird bunch of people who had led her into an abandoned building and began to blackmail her.
It had been small things at first, all seemingly harmless, and when she refused to do something- the leader of the group dropped the threat to end all threats. The bastards knew that she was a fighter and under normal circumstances she'd kick every one of their pathetic asses. But when the guy had mentioned her baby sisters and what he and his friends would do to them if she didn't comply- well, he'd known that they had her total attention/cooperation then.
And that's when things had steadily begun to escalate until to weeks ago when things had taken an even nastier turn for the worse.
Two weeks ago, while on her way home from school- she'd been grabbed and jerked into an alley that had led to an old abandoned lot that was pretty much isolated thanks to the tall wooden fences that surrounded it. And there, she had been greeted by the usual ass's, plus another twenty or thirty guys where she had received her latest orders- she was to get on her knees and suck off every dick there.
It had been horrible. And humiliating. Especially for someone who had no idea of what she was doing, she'd been sheltered from things like this most of her life.
Which is possibly why she'd choked so badly that she'd puked on the pants of the first guy. Making some of the bastards laugh while angering the guy she'd been supposed to do first so badly that he'd struck her repeatedly. And by the time he'd been finished hitting her, she'd barely been coherent enough to do anything except lay on the ground bleeding while the men did whatever and then left laughing as usual.
She'd been so out of it that she hadn't been able to move, much less speak. And hadn't been aware of the fact that her father had come to investigate an odd out pouring of spirit energy and found her barely conscious- laying on the ground with her clothes ripped and torn, her breasts bared, and her skin from head to pretty much toe- covered in thick globs of cum.
If she had known- if she had been conscious enough to know who had wiped her face off and began yelling in shock and disbelief while carefully gripped her clothing and pulled it back into place before slipping an arm under her shoulders and another under her knees and lifting her up from the ground and taking her home so that he could wash her and carefully treat the bruises and cuts she had sustained from trying to fight back before being hit so hard.
She'd awoken to the familiar faces of Rukia, Renji, and Captian Ukitake (all three of whom had popped in for a random visit) and stuck around when they had found out that she was hurt just to see how badly, she supposed. While her father and little sister's occupied themselves outside of her bedroom after quickly checking on her since she had waken up two days after the attack and had to say that she had been more than a little horrified by everything.
She had never wanted any of them to see her looking so damaged and weak.
But there were simply some things that couldn't be hidden forever.
Especially when her father looked so damn pissed/hurt as he handed her a glass of juice and some morning after pills in front of them all. Muttering in a slightly pained tone, "Just in case."
Coming back to the present, Ichigo found herself standing just outside of Chad's door with her hand lifted to knock and wondered just how long she had stood there lost in her own thoughts when the door was suddenly yanked open and before she could even say anything- she was grabbed by one of Chad's hands and quickly jerked almost off of her feet and into the darkness as something warm and wet covered her mouth while the door was pushed shut with a resounding slam that sent a chill down her spine.