Chapter 4: Blast From The Past

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Grimmjow woke with an arm-raising stretch, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The early morning sun was beaming through the gap in his curtains, illuminating the room with a nostalgic warm light. He looked to the side, smiling when he saw Ichigo still snoozing light little breaths. The covers came just up to his hips, covering everything below in a way too alluring to be resisted. He bit his lip and placed his hand gently on the boy's waist, glazing his fingertips nimbly around the bone.

He brushed his hand down, slowly but surely uncovering everything Ichigo had to show him. Those smooth, hairless legs, that boyish, intoxicating cock, those dropping balls and those pert cheeks, he couldn't help but cup his hand around one, almost losing his breath at how soft it was. Grimmjow's cock hardened quickly, his boy too delectable.

"Ichi." Grimmjow whispered in his ear, his breath blowing against the shell. The boy stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked around, adjusting to the waking world before realising where he was. He smiled, sending Grimmjow's heart into a flurry of beats. "Good morning." The man said, his hand trailing down to the boy's hip again.

"Mornin'." Ichigo replied off the trail of a yawn, finally noticing both his and Grimmjow's nudity. A blushing grin broke onto his face, intensifying when he saw the man's throbbing hard-on. It made his own growing cock stand to attention in seconds.

"Lemme take care of that." Grimmjow purred, his hand glossing over Ichi's swollen member and cupping his balls. In seconds Grimmjow was kneeling between Ichigo's spread legs, his hands cupping the boy's cheeks and raising his hips to meet the downward thrusts of his mouth. With a beautiful moan the boy exploded in the man's mouth, every drop of his seed gulped down as if it were from the fountain of youth.

Ichigo was panting already but was determined to return the favour. Like before he was kneeling on the floor while Grimmjow sat on the edge of the bed, his hand curled into Ichi's silky locks, guiding his pace. He wanted nothing more than to push his head down and force him to deep-throat his entire length, but he was stopped by the more powerful voice telling him that Ichigo was never to be harmed. Slow and safe, that was how he had to do this, he needed to experiment with new things and see what stuck, what he liked and what worked for them both. Speaking of, he knew his next 'experiment' would be arriving in the mail later that morning, and he would see if his boy would like it or not.

Biting his lip, Grimmjow came hard, shooting his seed once again down Ichigo's throat and all over his face. When the boy looked at him like that, his cheeks, nose and forehead patched with white, his hair gooey and damp and a trail of his thick fluid leaking out of the corner of his mouth, Grimmjow's heart nearly stopped right there and then. It was a sight he could look at for hours on end but he'd need to settle with the mere minutes he had.

Hearing the boy swallow sent a shock into his dangling cock again. Not enough to harden it all the way, just enough to make him know that he was no-where near his fill.

From this angle Ichigo looked so cute, innocent and pure that Grimmjow could feel a part of himself yelling out to grab him, hold him close and never let go, never let anyone else have even a glimpse of this magnificent human before him, this angel on Earth.

It couldn't last forever though, he needed to keep his boy clean and pristine. A shared bath always did the trick, the boy's naked, warm and wet body pressed against his own, sitting on his lap and bouncing up and down, playing with the suds and making sure he was clean. It was the perfect chance to use his hands on the boy, to stroke his willing cocklet, to make him spill into his fist and, not for the first time, to snake a finger up between his baby-like cheeks and through the velvety folds, to touch that glorious spot that made his boy let out those heavenly sounds.

Ichigo was always so grateful for that, he'd almost developed an addiction to it already despite only having a taste three times. His love for such stimulation boded extremely well for Grimmjow's future 'experiments'.

Grimmjow decided to wait before tending to his returned erection. He dressed himself in his typical lazy clothes, a pair of sweats and a white tee. Ichigo, the little exhibitionist he was, wanted to be naked for the day, but Grimmjow made him dress. He didn't want to nurse an aching erection all morning after all. They settled on a pair of elastic short-shorts and a tank top, nothing he'd ever let the boy where outside the house, but inside it was some of the most arousing sets of clothes he could ever see the boy in. The way the shorts curved perfectly around his rear-end made Grimmjow wanna just grope and stroke it for hours, a wish he got to fulfil for about ten minutes while they watched T.V. together, Ichigo laid over the man's lap as content as could be.

Grimmjow was tempted to give the boy a few light spanks while he was in the position. He wondered if doing so would make Ichigo's poking hard-on explode yet again. He loved the boy's shortening refractory period, the Viagra-like spice he'd been putting in their food working every wonder Szayal had said it would.

Grimmjow's fingers had been tracing the elastic waistband of the boy's shorts, debating on whether to pull them down and give him a few pink handprints. He was teetering on the final decision when his phone buzzed off to the side. His face brightened. It had arrived just on time.

With a light pat on the bum, Grimmjow shifted the boy off of his lap, finding it difficult to resist his pouting bottom lip, and went down to the house's basement level. He came up the stairs again to find Ichi waiting there like a lost puppy, an ever curious look on his adorable face.

"What's in the bag?" He asked, his shorts hanging loosely off his hips, an ever-present danger of them falling to the floor.

Grimmjow smirked at him. "Why don't you wait in your room for a few minutes? I'll call you when I'm ready for you." He winked, his words almost sending the boy into an excited flurry. "Also," He said, placing the large bag down. "you won't be needing these." He gripped the waistband of Ichigo's shorts and drew them down his legs. The boy stepped out of them and helpfully raised his arms so his top could be pulled off too. Completely naked once more, the boy hardened under the lustful gaze of the man. "No touching yourself now, you hear me." Grimmjow ordered, using a single finger to push the boy's hard-on down, only for it to spring up again.

He left the grinning boy alone, left to wonder what was in store for him.

Ichigo was thinking so very hard about what could be in the bag Grimmjow had brought up the stairs with him, and why he'd need to be naked for it. He was entirely okay with being naked, he preferred it, but curiosity just kept building up inside of him. He desperately hoped it was another toy, the kind that would go inside his butt and make him feel those brilliant feelings again. Even Grimmjow's lone finger was enough on its own to send him over the edge with enough thrust behind it.

He brought his clothes back to his room and paced, wanting to stroke himself but absolutely not wanting to disobey Grimmjow, the man had done too much for him for that.

"Ichigo!" He finally heard, bolting to Grimmjow's room as fast as his legs would carry him. He was excited to see what the new thing would be, so much so his cock was leaking in anticipation. What he saw waiting for him was… confusing. The thing that caught his eye the most was the diaper, sitting there on a white mat with baby-wipes on one side and baby-powder on the other. He could immediately tell that it was all for him, and for a reason he couldn't explain, it only made his erection strain even harder.

"Is… is that for me?" Ichigo asked, pointing to himself as he looked up at Grimmjow. The man nodded.

"I just want to try something new for a time, see how this works out and if it's okay for you." He answered, pushing a guiding hand into Ichi's back. "Are you okay with that?"

Ichigo thought about it. It'd be embarrassing to have to wear diapers again, he hadn't wet himself in over a year, and that was only because he was tickled to that point. He hadn't wet the bed since he was six, so that wasn't a worry either. Maybe seeing him wear a diaper would excite Grimmjow like how seeing him naked did? That would make sense. But would he have to actually use it or would it only be for show?

"Will I," He blushed, unsure how to actually phrase the question. "do I have to go in it?" Grimmjow nodded. "And you'll," He blushed a deep red. "change me?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much the gist of it." Grimmjow said. "But also, as long as you're wearing it you're not allowed to take it off, not without my permission at least."

"What if my thingy goes hard and sticks out?" Ichigo asked frantically. If he wasn't allowed to take the diaper off then how would he stroke himself? The thought of being unable to do that seemed so terrible now that he was so fond of the act.

"If you want to cum then you just tell me, and I'll take it off for you and use my hand or mouth to do it. Or you can do it when you're being changed and I'll give you time to finish. That sound okay?"

Ichigo thought about it hard. He wouldn't be allowed to touch himself without Grimmjow around to take his diaper off, meaning that when Grimmjow was working during the day he wouldn't be able to do it at all. Then again, only doing it when he was given permission like that had something about it that made his cock leak even more. He bit his lip, wrapping his hand around his member.

"What if I take it off without permission?" He asked, wanting to know if there'd be any punishment involved.

Grimmjow grinned at him, no doubt hoping he'd ask that particular question.

"If you take it off without permission and touch yourself, then I'll pull you naked over my lap and spank your butt until it's a nice shade of red! Then you'll have to stand in the corner and think about what you did."

Ichigo blushed. Before the thought of a spanking made him want to shrivel up and disappear, but when Grimmjow described it like that, it lit a fire in his gut that made his hand stroke up and down.

"You like the thought of that, eh, Ichi?" Grimmjow whispered into his ear. "You like it when I punish you?" For emphasis he clapped a stinging slap onto his unsuspecting backside, sending a jolt from the point of impact straight to the head of his cock. "Do you want me to keep you naked, to smack your naughty little bottom until its glowing like a cherry? Would you like it if I didn't let you cum for days on end? If I let you wet yourself and never change you? Would you like that?"

All these whispers and all the images and sensations they conjured in Ichigo's head made his hand pump faster and faster, driving him closer and closer to the brink of bliss. One final, stinging spank and cheek grab jolted him forward, and with a high moan he came, spilling his seed onto Grimmjow's carpet and wetting his hand.

He was almost embarrassed, having cum so easily to such naughty and odd images and scenarios. He couldn't deny that the thought of being treated such a way by Grimmjow had an impossible to explain allure to it. He wanted to know what it would be like, if he would enjoy it or not. Besides, this is what the man wanted of him, and who was he to complain?

After regaining his breath he walked towards the diaper and mat, followed closely by an eager Grimmjow. He was made to lie down on the soft mat, his legs spread as the area was cleaned with a wipe and powdered. He couldn't help but yelp when his ankles were grabbed and his entire lower half was raised off the ground. He felt his bottom land on the softness of the diaper, the full reality of the situation setting in. He blushed at the fact he was already hard again, despite the ache that came with it. He had only been awake for a few hours and had already cum three times. He doubted the next time would come as soon.

He moaned when the straps were closed tight around his straining cock, locking him into that soft prison until he soiled it. Grimmjow had him stand up and model his new accessory, stating that he could wear only that for the day if he wished, but to not get used to that. He obliged, any way to have Grimmjow look at his body with that look was worth the babying treatment. Besides, after catching a glimpse of himself in the full-body mirror he couldn't deny that he looked absolutely adorable, something the man pointed out without hesitation.

It was uncomfortable to be restraining an erection for so long, but it eventually went down and before long he felt a pressure in his lower abdomen. That feeling would usually send him running to the bathroom as it would any toilet-trained person, but right now he wasn't that person. Right now he was wearing his toilet and could go right there on his bed without any consequences.

It was an odd sensation at first, peeing while lying in his bed. He expected to feel it trailing down onto his quilt and fill the room with its awful smell. But that didn't happen. Instead he just felt a mild dampness hug his balls and thighs. He smiled, now that he was going to be changed, he could stroke himself right there in front of Grimmjow, completely naked and at his mercy. Maybe he should take off the diaper himself and earn a spanking. The mere thought of wanting such a thing made his face blaze and his cock harden once more.

Before he could talk himself into any bad ideas, he found Grimmjow writing some things at the kitchen table. He stood in front of the man, hands behind his back and cheeks reddened, wondering just how to phrase this request.

"G-Grimm, I, I need you to change me." He couldn't even look the man in the eye.

"Of course." Grimmjow said, taking him by the hand and leading him back to the man's bedroom, right where all the supplies were kept. He was made to lie down on the white mat again, his legs were spread and the diaper unclasped. The air hitting it made him realise just how uncomfortable the sensation was, a shiver going up through his spine. When the diaper was pulled away and he was left bare for the world to see, he quickly grabbed his now leaking cock, stroking with moans and groans, thinking about how he was now naked because he was being changed, because he'd wet himself like an oversized toddler. Grimmjow's hand wiping him down with the wet-wipe only made him go faster. He began thrusting pointlessly into the air when his hand was pulled away so his cock could be cleaned.

That coupled with the tracing of his quivering entrance made him cum onto Grimmjow's hand. All too soon another clean diaper was wrapped around his parts, but now he was allowed to sit on the man's lap while he worked away in the kitchen.

This went on for a few more days, with Ichigo growing more accustomed to wearing the diaper. The novelty of being changed, while still arousing, had worn off a bit and now he didn't cum every time he was stripped. He was always stripped fully naked when being changed, be it in the bedroom, the kitchen or living room. The only times he didn't wear a diaper were when he was bathing, swimming or in the sauna. He was, again, naked those times. As far as he was concerned it was a win-win situation.

It was only after a few more days of this treatment that Ichigo woke up to a wet diaper, something he was very embarrassed to admit. It was one thing to knowingly wet himself when he knew it would be okay, it was another thing altogether to do it when he was unconscious. That sort of thing would happen regardless if he wore a diaper or not, and he didn't fancy waking up to soiled sheets when he stopped wearing a diaper altogether.

Grimmjow didn't seem mad at all though, if anything he found the situation funny. That morning he decided to stroke himself while being changed. It was made all the better when the man slyly snaked his finger between Ichigo's cheeks, pushing past the ring of resistance and burrowing down on that heavenly spot that made him cum all over his chest. The mess was only made worse when Grimmjow decided to slide his own hot cock between the boy's closed thighs and thrust until he came too. Instead of using the wipes at hand, they took a bath together again. Ichigo loved that they were doing that nearly every morning now, especially since Grimmjow had been working more hours during the day recently, which, apart from leaving his cock strained and sore, made the big house feel lonely.

When Ichigo was put into a fresh diaper and both were dressed, Grimmjow declared that they were going to go out for the day. That made Ichigo's chest pound with excitement. They were actually gonna do something together not in the house! Don't get it twisted, the boy loved the massive house and the man who owned it, but it did get a bit boring the last few days or so, so he was very excited to see more of the outside world. After all, he'd been brought to an entirely new country and was yet to see any of it.

He'd been dressed in a pair of navy khaki shorts, a white vest, a purple button-up shirt with darker silhouettes of palm trees on it and sandals. He was glad he was finally getting a chance to try on some of his many clothes and actually go out in them, they were doing little but gathering dust before.

He was practically bouncing in the front seat of the car when Grimmjow drove down his vast driveway and onto the road. After half an hour of driving Grimmjow was still refusing to tell him what they were doing, and that it'd hafta remain a surprise. The anticipation only made him more excited.

He was about to say "I need to go to the bathroom" in the hope that Grimmjow would pull the car over and let him go against one of the trees lining the side of the road, but he caught himself and remembered, letting the diaper fill.

"Grimmjow?" Ichigo said in that tone that Grimmjow recognised. It was a meek, bashful tone that had a layer of glee underneath it.

"Yeah, I got it." The man said, pulling the car over onto the grass on the edge of the road. He got out of the car and opened Ichigo's door for him. He opened the door to the back seat of the car and pulled a man-bag out and made Ichigo stand behind the open door. The boy blushed when the man started to undress him, starting with the shirt and vest, then the sandals, then the shorts were unbuttoned and left to fall to his ankles. The fact that they were outside, granted they were parked on the side of the road with the cover of trees on one side and the car on the other, made him excited in a new kind of weird way. He didn't want to be seen naked by a stranger, let alone in a diaper, but the thought of such a thing happening made his cock bulge, straining the diaper straps.

Grimmjow took the white mat from the bag, unfolded it onto the seat and made Ichigo lie down on it. As per usual the straps were undone, the front was pulled away, his ankles were raised and the wet diaper was taken from under him, leaving him completely naked in a place where strangers might see him and his swollen member. The thought sent a jolt to the tip of his cock, urging a drop of precum to bead up and fall onto his stomach. He began to stroke himself as Grimmjow cleaned and powdered his hindquarters. The man even decided to help the process along and inserted a finger into his entrance again, slowly wriggling it until it hit that spot again.

With a breathy moan he came, spurting hotly onto his belly. Grimmjow wiped it away and strapped a fresh diaper onto him. He was redressed and they drove off again, the boy excited for what the rest of the day would have in store for him.

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