The bouncer nodded to them both as they stepped out onto the fine stone of the parking lot. The line was mostly gone now; only about three to four people left. Grimmjow was still astonished by the number of people this event had brought in. He kind of wished Ichigo had given him a number beforehand. He'll make sure to inform his Master later. For now, it was fine and not really that big of a deal to him.
"I see you have found yourself a Master. I never would have thought you would have an interest in such play," Ulquiorra said. His tone as monotonous as ever, his gaze cold and uninterested in those around him. However, to Grimmjow's surprise, those emerald orbs looked at him with some measure of respect and admiration.
Grimmjow scoffed. "Well ain't like I ever pinned you as a pup play kinda guy either," he said. Crossing his arms over his chest and squaring his shoulders.
A tiny smile pulled across Ulquiorra's face and a sound similar to a laugh slipped past his black painted lips. "I'm not really. But my Princess likes it very much so I partake from time to time. Most of the time she's my little."
Ulquiorra's eyes seemed to shimmer as he spoke of his partner. That combined with the smile and 'laughter' had Grimmjow thoroughly shocked. So much so that he relaxed a bit and let out a small chuckle himself. "You sure have changed," he mused with a smile and shake of his head.
"So have you," Ulquiorra pointed out, his smile still in place. "So, as surprised as we both are. I do believe we can agree that neither of us is going to use this new information to negatively affect the other?" Ulquiorra inquired, his face returning to the expressionless mask Grimmjow was familiar with.
"Well, I sure as hell don't plan to. Your princess is in good with my Master that would be idiotic" Grimmjow exclaimed matter of factly with a raised brow and a smile twitching at his lips.
"Oh please, we both know you wouldn't do that anyway. It's not your style. But you never trusted me so for your sake I'll give you my word. I won't do anything negative with this new knowledge. Now may we go back inside? My Princess is waiting."
Grimmjow glared at the albino. Bastard just had to go a ruin a good moment. What he said was supposed to be a joke. Then again, Ulquiorra never was very good with jokes; obvious or otherwise.
"I was just messing with ya man. Come on let's go back in." With a shrug of his shoulders, Grimmjow walked around the Master and held the door open for him after getting a nod from the bouncer. The line was gone now so everyone must have finished arriving.
"Oh," Ulquiorra said with a dramatic blink before walking through the open door.
Returning to their seats, or rather, spots in Grimmjow's case, the two rejoined the chattering group. Orihime yipped and barked happily, wiggling her butt as she slipped back around the table from Ichigo's side to greet her Owner. The albino smiled at his pet and gave her head a good pat and scratched under her chin.
Ichigo crooked a finger at Grimmjow, signally him to bend down so he could speak quietly to him. "Everything okay?" He asked in concern, his head tilting only slightly so Grimmjow was sure to hear him.
"Ya, he's just someone I knew from high school. Everything is cool," Grimmjow whispered in Ichigo's ear, bent at the waist, hands at his sides.
"Good, get me a drink from the bar," Ichigo ordered turning his full attention back to the table.
"Yes, sir. Anything in particular?" Grimmjow asked, still bent over.
"No."
"I'll be back shortly then Master," Grimmjow replied and straightened. He could see several pairs of eyes on him; Ulquiorra's included, as he pivoted and headed towards the bar.
"So Ichigo," Ulquiorra said catching the ginger's attention. "How did you manage to get him to act so tame?" He asked once hazel eyes turned to him.
Ichigo was taken aback for a moment by the question. But he figured it made sense since Grimmjow had mentioned to him before that he was pretty wild in his teenage years. Grinning at his partner's friend Ichigo said: "I have a particular skill set that's all."
An elegant black brow rose in response but Ulquiorra said nothing more. Beside him, on the floor, Orihime blinked and tilted her head confused. A hand on her head, scratching behind her ear had her quickly forgetting about it though.
"Your drink, Sir," Grimmjow's voice sounded in Ichigo's ear suddenly, making him jump.
"Jesus you're quiet," He almost eeped.
"Well I am a cat, Sir," Grimmjow pointed out, throwing Ichigo for a loop. He hadn't expected the man to mention anything close to the whole kitten thing until after the dinner party.
"It's true. In high school, they called him Pantera. Because he would sneak up on you like a large feline predator. Him and Starrk both," Ulquiorra added sipping the glass of red wine he had ordered. From the bread basket, he grabbed a small bun and started ripping it up into tiny pieces.
"Starrk too?" Ichigo quirked a brow. He didn't know Starrk very well; having only met him a few times while the brunette was working, but he didn't give off much of a predatory vibe. He was more tired than anything it seemed.
Ulquiorra nodded. "He doesn't make much noise so he startled people all the time. It was only his yawning that alerted people to his presence."
"Also never piss him off, Sir," Grimmjow added. A shiver ran visibly up his spine and he looked afraid as a memory passed through his mind.
Ichigo's brows raised in surprise. What kind of monster was Starrk when he was angry that he had Grimmjow scared. "He doesn't seem like the type."
"They never do," Renji chimed in getting him a light smack on the cheek from Byakuya. "Right, sorry Sir," Renji's eyes fell back down to the floor and Ichigo gave Byakuya a confused look.
"We're practicing a 'don't speak unless you're spoken to policy'," Byakuya said and sipped his wine.
"Nothing to do with your temper?" Ichigo asked jokingly, an amused grin spreading across his face. There was no way Byakuya would ever hit Renji in real anger. Ichigo knew that.
While his Master and the Byakuya seemed to argue for a bit, Grimmjow stepped back so he was standing where he was supposed too. Blue eyes watched closely as Ulquiorra took the small plate of torn up bread and placed it on the floor for his pup. Orihime yipped happily and ducked beneath the table to eat it.
As she did that the wait staff came around to take everyone's orders. To Grimmjow's pleasant surprise, none of them seemed bothered by the various types of relationships and kinks of their customers. Even if they weren't doing anything sexual, vanilla people normally got relatively freaked out by the collars, chains and other things. But one of the staff even went so far as to ask Ulquiorra if he would like a bowl of water for his pup and patted Orihime on the head with a bright smile. It was amazing and good to see.
"So what did you think?" Ichigo inquired after the cab pulled away from the parking lot of the up class restaurant.
They were headed to Byakuya's mansion for the kink party. He had a large dungeon space with all sorts of fun things. All of which were very well taken care of and cleaned regularly. He also happened to have a dojo that he had agreed to let Ichigo and Grimmjow use should the larger male be in the mood for a full-on sparring match.
"Interesting. Not really my thing, but if you like going I wouldn't mind going again," Grimmjow replied with a shrug. "Just not something I'd want to do too often. Once a month maybe would be alright," he added after a moment of thought. Fiddling with the loose leather cuffs on his wrists he wiped the small amount of sweat out from under each of them and wiped it on a cloth he had retrieved from Ichigo's bag before getting into the vehicle.
"Are they bothering you?" Ichigo asked in concern.
"No, just a little sweaty that's all," Grimmjow said as he ran the cloth under his collar as well.
"You can take them off for a bit if they do start to bother you," Ichigo said. The hand he had casually resting on Grimmjow's leg rubbed it gently, the action soothing to the tired muscle. A four-hour event was a long time to stand. Even though Grimmjow was used to being on his feet for far longer, the bar had mats and the restaurant did not. "That event only happens once a month and I don't think I'd want to go every month anyway."
"Why's that?" Grimmjow asked, balling the cloth up and stuffing it in his pocket.
"Too stuffy," Ichigo stated simply.
"Here we are," The cab driver announced as the car came to a stop in front of the large mansion.
Extravagant gardens lined the borders of the intricately patterned stone drive, their colours illuminated by the tall iron lights that stood evenly spaced around the yard and driveway. Grimmjow marvelled at the beauty of it all and his jaw almost dropped as he stepped out of the car to see the sheer size of the mansion. It's walls towered over him, large windows, archways and balconies stuck in and out of the walls respectively. Long ivy vines climbed the old stone reaching for the sky, giving life to the dead gray stones. Solar powered garden lights lit the way up the wide staircase leading to large carved wooden double doors and the butler assigned to greet the guests of the house. The brunette looked towards them as they exited the cab and descended the stairs.
"Welcome, Mister Kurosaki. May I help you with your bags?" The butler asked in a formal tone. He bent at the waist in a bow, one hand over his heart and the other behind his back.
"No, thank you," Ichigo replied politely.
Grimmjow closed the door behind him and retrieved the large duffle bag from the trunk. The cab drove off as soon as the latch clicked closed and Grimmjow stepped away. Ichigo must have paid the driver before getting out.
"As you wish Mister Kurosaki. If you will, please follow me." The butler straightened and gestured towards the doors with a white-gloved hand.
If the outside of the giant mansion was beautiful the inside was gorgeous. Granite tiles lined the floors as they were lead through the brightly coloured halls towards a guest room. Original paintings lined the walls between stain glass windows along one of the sides Grimmjow couldn't see from the front. And most of all, beautiful glass chandeliers hung in even intervals from the high ceiling.
"This place is gorgeous," Grimmjow whispered in awe. Ichigo let out a quiet chuckle and smiled at his amazed partner.
"It sure is."
"This will be your room for the evening, Mister Kurosaki. Please let myself or one of the other staff know should you need anything. Will you require an escort to the dungeon?" The butler asked holding the door to the large crimson suite open for them.
"No, I know the way. Thank you," Ichigo replied and ushered Grimmjow into the room.
The door closed silently behind them and Ichigo slumped against it for a moment while Grimmjow took in the extravagant room. A large set of stain glass doors opened to a balcony that overlooked the large pool and hot tub. The lighting in the guest room was more average than those in the hallways, entrance and outside. Simple soft lamps lit the room a gentle orange, accenting the crimson of the walls, bedding and furniture. On one side of the room was a massive king sized bed with crimson and gold sheets. On either side of it were wooden side tables and lamps with black shades. On the door side of the room was a wooden dresser and a full-length mirror. Interestingly enough he also spotted a few hooks in the ceiling and a section of wall that had several hooks as well.
Turning to Ichigo again he quirked a brow. "Are you okay?" he asked. Ichigo was still leaning on the door. He looked tired and a little...nervous?
Pushing away from the door and heading towards the attached bathroom Ichigo assured, "Yeah, I'm fine." He stopped in the doorway to the large bathroom and smirked at Grimmjow over his shoulder. "Get changed. I'll be out in a bit and I know just the thing to give me my second wind." With that, he closed the door behind him, the lock clicking into place.
Grimmjow blinked at the door. "So you're tired!? Is that what you're telling me?!" he yelled so Ichigo could hear him through the thick wood.
"Fatigued! Now get changed, kitten!"
"Make me!"
The door swung open and a shirtless Ichigo glared at his kitten. "I need to take a damn shit so just get fucking changed!" he growled. He really had to go.
"Shoulda said that in the first place, moron!"
"Not all of us are comfortable just announcing to the world that we're shitting and sticking a plug up our ass!"
Grimmjow's brows hit his hairline, eyes wide in surprise. "You're sticking a plug up your ass?"
"No, I was referencing you from this afternoon," Ichigo stated blandly. He glared at his partner as a stupid grin spread across the bastard's face. He was just fucking with him... "Get changed you asshole." The door slammed shut to Grimmjow's maniacal laughter.
Shoulders shaking with mirth Grimmjow turned from the door and stripped off the stuffy suit vest and popped the button on his slacks. He riffled through the large duffle bag and found the lead that his Master wanted him to wear for the party. It was rather short, probably so it didn't get in the way and an idea popped into Grimmjow's head. It was a stupid idea, but it would be hilarious to see Ichigo's reaction and might help with the nervousness Grimmjow saw when they entered.
Sometime later Ichigo stepped out of the bathroom naked; he couldn't stand to be in his formal attire any longer, to find Grimmjow changed and laying on the bed with his head resting on one hand and the other on his hip, elbow up.
Making eye contact with his Master, Grimmjow drawled dramatically. "French me like one of your paint boys." Surprisingly he managed to keep a straight face as he spoke.
Ichigo froze, blinked, and then burst out laughing. What the hell did he just witness? A reworded, gender-bended line from Titanic? God, his sides hurt and it was hard to breathe as his mirth swallowed him whole. He couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed so hard.
Wiping tears from his eyes, curled in on himself, Ichigo smiled up at his partner still posed for a 'painting' on the bed. "You're ridiculous," he chuckled, shaking his head.
"And you're gorgeous when you laugh. That smile could rival the gods," Grimmjow complimented out loud. He'd actually meant to think that, not say it. Pink bloomed across both men's faces and they broke eye contact.
Ichigo went to his duffle bag splayed out on the nightstand and dug through it for his leather pants. "Thanks," he said quietly, the corners of his lips still turned up in a gentle smile. He wasn't used to being complimented like that and Grimmjow seemed to do so at random.
Grimmjow recovered quickly and rolled off the bed. He wrapped his arms around Ichigo and pulled him back into his chest. "The strangest things come out of my mouth when I'm around you..." He mused, nuzzling Ichigo's hair. It was always so soft for how spiky it looked. "You seemed nervous earlier. Did that laugh help?" He asked clasping his hands in front of Ichigo as the ginger pulled toys and tools out of the bag.
"Yes, sorry that I worried you. It's just been a while since I've done a group event that's all." Ichigo swivelled in Grimmjow's arms so he could face him. Their bare chests pushed together and he gifted his partner with a peck on the check.
Grimmjow stared down at Ichigo a serious but relaxed expression on his face. "Nothing to apologize for." He leaned in for a kiss and Ichigo allowed it. Pushing their lips together and swiping his piercing over his partner's sensitive lips. Slowly their mouths moved as one, each simply enjoying the feel of the other before finally, Ichigo pulled away.
"Do you still want to scene with everyone?" Ichigo asked, his arms wrapped around Grimmjow's neck.
Grimmjow grinned. "Hell yeah!" he exclaimed.
"Glad to hear it, now let go so I can put my pants on," Ichigo ordered with a smile.
"You don't need pants," Grimmjow said. Ichigo went to try and push him away but the large male dropped to his knees. The sudden action surprised him making him freeze just long enough for Grimmjow to take hold of his half hard dick and lick along the underside.
"What are you doing?" Ichigo asked sternly but allowed his partner to continue licking him. Grimmjow's skilled tongue lapped at the sides and head of his penis before he swallowed his Master whole.
Pulling back just far enough that he could speak around the length in his mouth, Grimmjow said, "Wha' doesss' it look like?" The 'k' in like came out harshly. Talking with your mouth full of dick was tricky.
A hand fisted in messy blue locks and yanked Grimmjow off his dick. "You're supposed to ask first, kitten. And am I to take this to mean you want to start sceneing now?" An elegant orange brow quirked upwards.
"Yes, Sir," Grimmjow breathed, blue eyes darkened by lust. He fucking loved it when Ichigo pulled his hair. He tried to take his Master back into his mouth, but Ichigo held firm.
"Sit," Ichigo ordered, knowing full well Grimmjow probably wasn't going to listen. They'd practiced that command. His kitten was supposed to sit like a cat, hands curled into a fists on the floor between his knees. He was sort of already doing that but his back was arched keeping his hands off the ground.
"Let me suck you," Grimmjow demanded, grabbing the wrist of the hand in his hair.
"You don't demand things from me, kitten." Ichigo lifted a foot and placed it to Grimmjow's chest. Letting go of his sub's hair he pushed the man down to the floor, the tile cold against his back. It was times like this that Ichigo was thankful for Grimmjow's flexibility. He could hold that position for several minutes without issue. It also made it very difficult for the larger male to power his way out of it.
"Says you," Grimmjow spat, grinning as hazel eyes took on a sadistic gleam.
"My word is law Kitten, you best learn to abide by it."
"Fuck the law!"
Ichigo bent, keeping most of his weight on his back leg; the one not on Grimmjow's chest. "You'll obey me even if I have to beat you to a bloody pulp," Ichigo hissed darkly. They both knew that was a lie, it was just a line to intensify the moment.
Grimmjow's grin widened. "I dare you to try," he challenged and grabbed Ichigo's ankle. He pushed up and more pressure was applied, holding him down.
The two struggled against each other for a minute before Ichigo abruptly removed his foot. Grimmjow sat up but he didn't have time to stand before Ichigo had his arm behind his back. Something clicked behind him and he held his free hand to his chest. No way was his Master cuffing him that easy.
A hand wrapped around his throat. "Give me your arm, Kitten," Ichigo warned, applying pressure with the space between his thumb and forefinger under Grimmjow's chin making it hard for the man to breathe. Still, his partner refused to listen. He increased the pressure, cutting off virtually all of Grimmjow's air. Steadily his sub's face turned red, and eventually, as he approached his limit, Grimmjow pulled his arm behind himself. He knew Ichigo was about to release him anyway for safety reasons but as always in a scene, he acted as though his Master would choke him out.
Ichigo released his hold on Grimmjow's throat and secured his other arm behind his back with the connecting chain for the leather cuffs. While Grimmjow hunched forward and recovered from the lack of oxygen, Ichigo returned to the duffle bag. He retrieved two different lengths of chain and attached one end of each to the center of the short chain between the cuffs. He latched the other end of the shorter chain to the ring on the back of Grimmjow's collar. Taking the remaining end of the longest chain, he hopped up on the bed and attached it to a hook in the ceiling.
"There, now stay there till I'm dressed," Ichigo ordered smirking when azure pools glared at him.
Grimmjow panted softly but said nothing as Ichigo returned to the duffle bag. The chains were just long enough that he could stand up and get close to his Master. But besides kicking the ginger, there wasn't much he could do.
"Oops, forgot something," Ichigo announced and rounded his grounded kitten. Blue eyes widened as he felt a tug on one of the ankle cuffs. Shit, he should have stood up. The foot long chain clicked into place on each ankle cuff, leaving him with very few options in terms of movement.
"I thought you said I could fight you as much as I want? How am I supposed to do tha-" Grimmjow's complaints were cut off as a silicone bit gag was shoved into his mouth. "Fuffin bastrd!" Grimmjow's angry growl was ruined by the gag and Ichigo chuckled.
Coming to squat before his partner; still naked and half hard, Ichigo grabbed Grimmjow by the chin. Tilting his kitten's head up, he smirked. "You should have let me get dressed. You didn't leave me any other choice," he teased. "What's your safe action?" Ichigo asked. It was always good to make sure one's partner remembered their safe words and actions.
Grimmjow tilted his head to the side and back. "Good, boy," Ichigo praised and stood to finally put his damn pants on.
Grimmjow watched his Master slide the tight fabric up his slender legs and then shimmy it over his perfect, round ass. He wanted to grab it as he bit down on the base of his Master's neck.
Ichigo made sure to keep his sub visible in his peripheral vision as he clipped a crop and flogger to his belt. In the pouches on the custom made belt, he stuffed a few rolls of bondage tape, a vibrating medium sized buttplug and an anal safe phallic vibe. He debated about bringing the spreader bar but decided it wasn't worth having to carry around.
Grabbing the chain lead, Ichigo squatted before his kitten and tilted his head up. "Be a good kitty and walk on your leash like your supposed to and maybe I'll remove the wrist and ankle chains," he said, clipping the lead to the front ring of Grimmjow's collar.
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at his Master. Maybe huh? That didn't sound promising. His Master could be such a tease... It was wonderful.
"Get up," Ichigo ordered grabbing Grimmjow by the arm. With some assistance, Grimmjow got to his feet. "Stay." Ichigo hopped up on the bed again and unclicked the chain from the ceiling hook. He did the same to the other end that was attached to the wrist cuff's chain.
Pouching the long chain, Ichigo took up Grimmjow's lead. "Need the bathroom or anything before we head down?"
Grimmjow glared at him. Wouldn't it have made more sense to ask that before he was all chained up? Not that it really mattered. He'd gone before they left the restaurant and it wouldn't be that difficult to go if he did need to.
"Guess I should have asked that before I chained you up huh?" Ichigo said after a moment. Grimmjow gave him a look that said, 'ya fucking think'. "Sorry, was distracted, not that that's an acceptable reason. So do you need the bathroom?" Grimmjow shook his head. "Come on then." Ichigo gave the lead a light tug and started to move towards the door.
Grimmjow followed without complaint. His eyes stayed focused on the slight sway in his Master's hips as he walked. Then trailed up to stare at the back of his head. Every once in awhile Ichigo would glance over his shoulder to check on him.
After a few minutes of walking, they came to a set of open mahogany doors. Over Ichigo's shoulder, Grimmjow could see Shuhei bent over a black leather couch getting the spanking of his life. If his moaning and muffled begging was anything to go by. Kensei stopped mid-swing to greet Ichigo as he walked into the large room.
"You sure took your sweet time Ichigo," the gray-haired Master said. He placed a steadying hand on Shuhei's lower back to keep him from sitting up. Not that the slave would do so without permission.
Ichigo shrugged. "Had to get this guy to behave."
Kensei chuckled and grinned. "Surprised you didn't need more chain."
Grimmjow narrowed his eyes at the Master.
"Almost did," Ichigo replied, stopping beside the couch Shuhei was bent over. The slave's hands were bound behind his back with police-grade handcuffs, his boxers pulled down to his mid thighs and a crop held in his mouth. Grimmjow's eyes trailed lustfully down Shuhei's body to his red and bruising ass.
"At some point, I'd like to have your," Kensei paused not sure what Ichigo called his sub.
"Kitten," Ichigo supplied. An amused smirk pulled across his face when Kensei's eyes widened.
"I'd like to have your kitten suck this bitch off at some point if you're open to it," Kensei said giving Shuhei's ass a hard smack. The slave whined lewdly.
Ichigo looked to Grimmjow and smirked when he saw him looking at Shuhei as if he was some kind of delicious treat. "You wanna suck this bitches dick kitten?" he asked. Blue eyes shot up to meet hazel, he'd been too focused on the images playing through his head that he'd missed what Kensei had said. "Well, do you?" Grimmjow gave a curt nod. "Do you care when?" Ichigo asked, this time to Kensei.
Kensei shrugged and grinned. "Not really."
Shuhei wiggled his ass. To say he was excited was an understatement. It was well known around the Los Lobos regulars that Grimmjow had fantastic oral skills. And Shuhei was well aware of the larger male's attraction to him; specifically his body. Even so, the two had never played together.
"Before I string him up on a wall how about we do it now?"
Grimmjow growled through his gag about being tied to a wall. He wanted to fight back more, he wasn't quite ready to give up ye-
"Maybe not-" Grimmjow's growling ceased. "You really like pushing your luck today, kitten," Ichigo said, a sadistic gleam in his eyes.
Grimmjow bowed his head. Suck Shuhei's dick and get tied to a wall or don't suck Shuhei's dick and get tied to a wall anyway. He knew which he wanted.
"Sit," Ichigo ordered.
Grimmjow sat, hands fisted gently and placed on the ground between his knees. "Good, boy." Ichigo ran his fingers through Grimmjow's hair, gently massaging his scalp as a reward. Grimmjow relaxed into the touch, leaning his head on his Master's thigh. Boy did that ever feel nice.
Kensei's brows raised in surprise. "He wants to suck the bitch that much?"
"Looks that way."
"Alright." Kensie tapped Shuhei's ass three times with the back of his hand and the slave stood up from the couch. "Sit, on the couch and spread em'," The aggressive Master ordered.
Shuhei wiggled excitedly and did as he was bid making sure to still hold the crop in his mouth. He sat before Grimmjow's kneeling form and spread his legs as far as the boxers around his thighs would allow.
Ichigo knelt down behind his kitten and removed the bit gag. "You take your time with him am I clear?"
"Yes, Sir," Grimmjow said without hesitation. Internally he was screaming, 'just let me suck him already!' Ichigo pushed his head down, signalling for him to get started before standing up.
Grimmjow grinned between the other sub's legs. Shuhei was very hard and already leaking precum. The guy was such a masochist. Loved beatings for the sake of beatings.
Wetting his lips Grimmjow bit the waistband of the navy boxer's and pulled them lower, out of his way. He ran his tongue slowly over the underside and revelled in the shivers that ran through Shuhei. Kissing the head, he pushed his tongue into the slit and flicked, eliciting a moan from the other male. His grin widened and he swallowed the man whole. He tongued the vein on the underside as he pulled slowly back to the tip before repeating his earlier treatment of the head.
Shuhei twitched and moaned as Grimmjow's skilled mouth worked him. He alternated between sucking, licking, kissing and swallowing around Shuhei's length. He moaned around it. Loving the feel and taste of the other man on his tongue. Ten minutes passed and neither sub wanted the pleasure to stop. Shuhei's dick twitched in his mouth and Grimmjow's own struggled against the confines of his tight leather pants. Something rubbed his ass but he didn't care.
"Finish up kitten, you have one minute."
Blue eyes widened at the order and his pace picked up, licking and sucking the girthy length and hitting the back of his throat with it. Shuhei moaned and whimpered like a whore above him, his hips bucking up to meet his mouth as both tried to bring him to climax before time was up.
"That's time," Ichigo said but Grimmjow kept going. Like hell, he was ending this without tasting the other sub's release. A hand in his hair tried to pull him off the dick in his mouth but he fought it. Lifting from the floor and using his weight to push himself back down.
He could hear Shuhei begging to cum above him, the crop dropping onto his head. Over and over he pleaded but he never came. The well-trained sub never got permission and eventually Grimmjow conceited defeat. Shuhei had exceptional control over his body. If his Master wasn't going to give him permission then there was little chance he'd cum.
Coming off Shuhei with a pop, Grimmjow growled at Kensei, "You're a fucking ass-" His head was yanked back all the way, forcing him to face intense hazel eyes. There was a sadistic glee that usually hid unless you knew what to look for but now it was shining through clear as day. An excited shudder ran through Grimmjow's body. What did his Master have in store for him now? Maybe he should have listened...
"You've dug your own grave now, kitten," Ichigo whispered wickedly in Grimmjow's ear. He racked his nails down the man's back, leaving red lines in their wake. "Get up," he hissed, pulling harshly on the blue strands in his fist.
Kensie chuckled. "Don't know how you plan to punish a naughty kitty cat but I'm excited to watch," Kensei said leaning against the arm of the couch. He looped a finger in the ring on Shuhei's collar and pulled his bitch in for a kiss. His slave had actually managed to stay in control of himself. He was so proud of him.
"Enjoy the show," Ichigo replied giving Grimmjow's hair another tug.
Grimmjow swallowed thickly and stood. He allowed himself to be lead by the hair over to the wall. He thought about fighting back more as his face was pushed against the cold surface. With his hands locked behind his back and legs forced to stay a foot apart or less, there wasn't much he could do to fight back.
Out of the corner of his eye, Grimmjow spotted Starrk knelt between the legs of an older male with long wavy brown hair. Must be Kyoraku he thought. He had his hand placed gently on the back of Starrk's head guiding him as he sucked him. Starrk was fully naked, giving him the pleasure of viewing a surprisingly uncommon site that was his fine physique in all its glory.
A hand smacked his ass and his attention shifted back to his Master pressed up against his back. "You just had to disobey me. Now I can't have you choke on my dick," Ichigo said pulling his nails harshly down Grimmjow's back.
Fuck did that hurt so good and damn it all! Maybe he could change his Master's mind. "Sorry, Master...he just sounded so pleased. How could I not give him what he clearly wanted," he whispered.
Ichigo had been surprised at first by the apology but as his sub kept talking he knew what he was playing at. "You mean get what you wanted from him. Do I look like a fool to you, kitten?" Ichigo hissed.
Shit! "No, Sir."
"You want my cock, yer going to have to start playing nice," Ichigo said and released Grimmjow's hair. Stepping back he waited to see what his disobedient kitten would do with his 'freedom'.
Grimmjow thought for a moment. He really wanted Ichigo to fuck his mouth again. So it would seem there was only one choice. "I'll be good, Sir."
"Bend over," Ichigo ordered smacking Grimmjow on the ass, just for fun. Ichigo was all too aware of the pair of gray eyes watching him closely. Byakuya was probably confused by the change in Grimmjow's behaviour.
Grimmjow backed away from the wall and bent at the waist. "Sir?"
"What?"
"I promise to keep them on the wall, can I have my hands?" Smack! Pain blossomed across Grimmjow's ass. He'd forgotten to say please. "Please, Sir," he added. Gentle circles were rubbed over the spot that had been hit.
"You move them from that wall for even a second and I'll string you to it while I fuck Shuhei," Ichigo warned. They'd discussed Grimmjow's desire to not only play with the other sub but also to see his Master have his way with him. Being good friends with Shuhei and occasional play partners with him since high school, Ichigo was more than open to the idea. At the moment, however, Grimmjow was far too turned on and horny to want that. Making it a good motivator for Grimmjow to do as he was told.
"Understood, Sir."
"Good, boy." Ichigo unclipped the chain connecting the wrist cuffs and after a brief stretch, Grimmjow placed his hands on the wall square with his shoulders.
The chain was put away in one of the pouches on Ichigo's belt and his hands ran over Grimmjow's sides. He enjoyed the twitch and shudder of Grimmjow's muscles as he came to rest his hands on the man's hips.
Beside them, sitting on one of the leather sex chairs, Byakuya and Renji sat cuddled up watching the show. Renji twitched and nuzzled against his Master's shoulder. The vibe he had in was driving him nuts but his Master said he had to wait. So he whimpered every so often letting the vibrations keep him on the cusp of climax.
Ichigo glanced at the pair and smirked. "You're ogling, Byakuya," he stated.
A cool black brow lifted and Byakuya retorted calmly, "Am I not supposed to?"
"Feel free," Ichigo said slipping his hands around to Grimmjow's crotch. A stiff shaft pushed against the leather under his palm. He ran his fingers down from the top of the prominent bulge to back behind his sub's balls.
Grimmjow shuddered under the gentle caresses. "Master..." Grimmjow breathed before he could stop himself as Ichigo's lips found his neck. He was abusing all of Grimmjow's sensitive spots. Damn the ginger and his sensuality.
"Hope you're ready, kitten." The button and zipper on Grimmjow's pants were undone and pulled down. "It's time for your punishment," Ichigo said and pulled the clothing down to Grimmjow's mid thighs. Giving Grimmjow's ass cheeks a hard squeeze, Ichigo backed up and flicked the flogger a few times against his own thigh.
Grimmjow twitched at the sound of the first test swing then closed his eyes to wait. The thick leather strands were trailed up his back before a light smack was given to his lower back. Enough to sting, but no where near enough to damage any of the organs that could be injured if to much force was used there.
The flogger struck his bare ass. He flinched and braced for the next. Two more harsh hits followed making him groan. Several more strikes came and Grimmjow hissed, his muscles tensing after each. The sting radiated from the point of impact, making his ass feel warm and his dick throb.
Without pause, Ichigo switched between flogging his ass and over his shoulder blades. Grimmjow grunted from the force of each hit. They had picked out a particularly thick flogger. One that was too gentle simply wouldn't do. They'd played with it a few times over Grimmjow's training, so they were both quite familiar with it.
Six consecutive hits were bestowed on Grimmjow's ass and he bit his lip to stifle a whimper. He panted against the wall, his focus a little distracted while his senses were trained on the hot stinging across his shoulder blades and behind. Between his legs, his dick stood hard and twitching.
"fuuuck..." Grimmjow breathed. He needed a minute. The mix of pain turned pleasure fogging up his brain.
Ichigo's hands trailed up the abused flesh. His sub twitched and shuddered under his touch. "You going to disobey me again?" Ichigo asked. This was Grimmjow's opportunity to inform him whether he could take more punishment or if he was at his limit.
"huh?" Grimmjow said lazily, turning his head to look over his shoulder at his master.
"You okay?" Ichigo whispered, hands rubbing at the larger male's sides. Grimmjow nodded. He didn't trust his voice. "Are you going to disobey me again?" Ichigo repeated.
Grimmjow thought for a moment. Normally he could handle more but at the moment he didn't think that was the best idea. His fatigue was catching up with him and pain took a lot out of him. He still wanted to scene though. There was so much pleasure still to be had. That in mind he decided for the rest of the event he would listen. He didn't have the energy to fight but he didn't want to end the scene yet.
Ichigo gave his sub time to think. He looked more worn out than he normally was. Which was understandable considering how long he'd been on his feet and what they'd been doing.
"No, Sir," Grimmjow finally answered letting his head bow.
Ichigo kissed and nipped at the side of his kitten's neck. "How much longer do you think you can last?" he whispered in Grimmjow's ear, his hand casually stroking the hard member between his partner's legs.
Grimmjow gasped at the sudden hand on his dick. A jolt of pleasure shot up his spine. Fuck he was so horny. Blinking a few times to clear his head he replied "Depends what you have planned, Sir. But at most I'd think an hour."
The stroking increased in speed and teeth found his neck. Ichigo bit him hard enough to extract a long pained groan from his kitten.
The bite ignited Grimmjow's need and he thrust into the hand. "Ah, ah. Be still," Ichigo ordered. His hand slowed, teasing his partner.
Grimmjow forced his hips to be still. His Master's hand continued to stroke him, keeping him focused on his front until the moment a slicked finger pushed against his hole. Blue eyes widened and he looked over his shoulder at Ichigo. A weird feeling bubbled up inside him. He was suddenly all too aware of the other people in the room. Blow jobs, perfectly fine. Flogging, perfectly fine. Everything up to that moment, perfectly fine. But this, nope. He was overwhelmed by the sudden need to not be in this situation. He hadn't expected this at all. He'd been sure he wouldn't care about being watched. He never cared before. But then again, that was always blowjobs or him fucking someone else. Which was very different from being the one fucked.
"Orange," Grimmjow stated just loud enough that Ichigo could hear him. Immediately Ichigo was off of him and came around to were he could see his Kitten's face. One look into those normally fierce blue eyes and he knew something was very wrong.
"You okay?" He asked, prompting Grimmjow to speak.
"I'm not okay with being fucked in front of people. Sorry, I thought I would be b-"
"Okay, no problem. Do you want to leave the space here and go back to the room? Or would you like to continue without getting fucked?" Ichigo asked, cutting Grimmjow off. The sub sounded like he was going to go into a tangent and an unhealthy one at that. There was nothing wrong with him no longer being okay with something. It was perfectly fine and he didn't have to explain past that and apologize for it.
Even though Ichigo had stopped that bad feeling still festered in Grimmjow's gut. He felt off still and that worried him. Some part of him though still wanted to continue. But he wasn't sure if it was a good idea.
"I don't know..."
"Okay, then we're going to stop for now. We'll take a little bit of a break. Get you some water. Maybe a snack. See how you're feeling in a little bit and if you're up for it we can pick up again here or we can go back to our room and just do whatever," Ichigo assured and knelt to remove the cuffs and chains from Grimmjow's legs.
Anger reared its ugly head and Grimmjow glared at the wall. Weak. The word echoed in his head, poisoning his mood and his thoughts. It was just some people. What did it matter? Why did he care? It was infuriating.
Starrk tilted his head at his friend from across the room. Grimmjow's hands curled into fists against the wall. He was angry, and Ichigo hadn't seemed to notice yet as he removed the man's restraints. What could have made his friend angry? He had seemed to be having a good time up until... It had to have something to do with being fucked in front of a crowd. Was Grimmjow's fear of weakness the cause? If it was, this situation could deteriorate very quickly. Grimmjow had gotten pretty good at not caring how people saw him. He knew he was strong and that had been more than enough to shrug most things and people off.
He would normally stay out of Grimmjow's personal affairs. But if Ichigo didn't know how to handle the waves of emotions that his sub was most likely feeling. Grimmjow's temper could get the better of him. Even if it was directed inward.
"Ichigo," Starrk called, getting the ginger's attention. He wouldn't have it long as the Master was clearly more concerned with getting Grimmjow out of chains. Blue eyes shot to him as he approached the two men. "The chains aren't as important right now as you think-"
"What are you talking about?" Ichigo said, annoyed.
Starrk gestured for him to look up. Grimmjow's face was red with anger, his fists twitching against the wall and teeth bared.
Ichigo jumped up, leaving the unclipped chain on the floor. "Grimm, what's wrong?" He asked, ducking under the man's arm to get him to look at him.
"Nothing..." Grimmjow bit out. His mouth opened and closed a few times. He wanted to go back to the room before he snapped. But he knew if he tried for a whole sentence he'd end up snapping at Ichigo and this wasn't his fault. He should have been smarter about this. Should have tried it with a smaller group. Should have-
"You're not weak," Starrk said quietly as he came to stand beside his friend. He saw how Grimmjow was struggling to remain in control. Ichigo gave him a confused look for a second then returned his worried gaze to his partner. Grimmjow glared at Starrk; the bastard was always too perceptive. "I probably never worded it this way and maybe now isn't the best time to say it. But I'm going to anyway. Getting to top for you Grimm, it's always an honour of sorts. A special thing that not many get to do. You don't let just anyone do so. You're big and strong. You don't roll over for anyone unless you want to. Everyone in this room can see that. You're not submitting because you're weaker. Or because it's you're rightful place. You submit because you want to. Because you chose who is worthy of giving you that kind of pleasure."
Ichigo stared at Starrk, he was impressed, if not also a little confused. Did Grimmjow fear being seen as weak? It certainly seemed like it. Is that why he said orange? Did he feel vulnerable and weak?
Grimmjow's face softened. New feelings he didn't understand swirled in his gut and warmth radiated through him.
"You think I'd let a weakling fuck me?" Ichigo asked, understanding what Starrk was trying to do. Blue eyes shifted to him and Grimmjow laughed. No, he did not think that. He shook his head. "Exactly. You're far from weak. And not wanting to gift others with the pleasure of watching you enjoy yourself in that way is perfectly fine. Be flogged, beaten and pushed around in front of others. Not a single person would ever think a guy my size could do that unless you let me. I know I make it look effortless but pushing you, dragging you around, beating you and throwing you around takes pretty much all the strength I have every time. But what fun would it be if I told you that?" Ichigo finished with a grin.
Grimmjow's anger evaporated. Now he just felt stupid... And grateful... He was lucky to have a friend like Starrk that knew him so well he'd pieced together what was going on and came to help fix it. And he was even so lucky as to find a Master that respected him so much. He glanced to either side and found that everyone else had turned themselves so they weren't facing him, giving the three men some privacy. No one was judging him. Everyone just wanted to have a good time and watch other's have a good time as well.
"Sorry, it was... I was just..."
"I understand the thought process Grimm. I'm guilty of thinking like that in the past. It's only because my brother is a total violent, aggressive ass that demands to be fucked up the ass with as much enthusiasm as he does demanding to fuck someone else. He says this a lot 'I'm not so weak as to deny myself what I want because other's believe only the weak are allowed to want it. Followed by lots of swearing," Ichigo chuckled.
Grimmjow's chin touched his chest as his shoulders started to shake. Ichigo looked worried for a second before he realised Grimmjow was laughing. What started as a chuckle quickly morphed into a full blow laugh. All the tension and negative drained away, leaving only mirth and warmth. "He sounds wonderful," Grimmjow stated once he'd calmed down. "Can I choke on your dick now?" he asked. He was feeling much better now. And if his Master was up for it, he would like to continue. Without being fucked though. That would have to wait for another day.
"That can be arranged," Ichigo replied smiling at his partner.