A/N: LEMON within, though not very good, I'll tweak it later. EVERYTHING in this chapter is consensual. This is my first foray into the culture of BDSM, so please, message me if I have anything wrong (I love reviews but prefer messaging for corrections so I can discuss them and improve). I've known some in the lifestyle, and I've also done research online, but I know that online research and being in the lifestyle are two different things. I'm kinda going with my gut a lot of this, basing the female doms off a couple friends of mine that dabbled in the community. If I get lingo wrong, don't feel bad about letting me know. I want the scene to reflect it as much as possible, but also get those who are new to the idea interested. AND PLOT TWIST.

Doctor's Training

Chapter Three

Falling to Pieces

The club was busy upstairs as Grimmjow and Nel made their way through. The club was huge and always crowded on the weekends. Techno music thrummed through the floor and Grimmjow kept his hips from swaying. He loved to dance, but he had his mind on other things. Tonight he was going to see about this group that Nel was involved in. He had to admit, he was intrigued when Shinji had called him directly asking if he could talk Nel into at least trying to get involved in something that was huge in his life. At first the thought of his sister in bondage made him angry….until Shinji said something that made him stop all thinking.

"Fuck, man, I don't wanna have her in bondage, I want her to put me in chains, dude. I'm looking for a strong woman to take over my life…" he said and Grimmjow heard the barely contained excitement in his voice. "She's sexy as sin, dude, I know she's your sister, but man, I need a woman like her. She's got everything I need, and if she seems like the type that can handle me easy. I'm a fuckin' masochist man."

Grimmjow at first didn't know what to think. This guy was famous, like really famous, and as far as he knew, upstanding. He had many openly publicized relationships with men and women in the papers, and was a huge supporter of the LGBTQ community. But this… So, Grimmjow had gone to Nel and said that if she wanted to be with the guy, she should give him a chance and at least look into what he wanted. She agreed, at first not liking the idea that her new boyfriend wanted her to tie him up…

So, they were walking through Los Noches toward the bar. They came up and there was a huge man standing behind it, eyepatch over one eye and spiky black hair. He had to be six and a half foot easy with massive shoulders. The bartender seemed to ignore him, going about his work. Grimmjow nodded to him.

"Here for the Dangai," he said to him. The man glanced at them.

"Name?" he asked in a gruff tone.

"Grimmjow and Nel," he said, hoping that they were expected. They should have been.

He nodded and motioned to the door behind him. Grimmjow and Nel opened it and headed down a set of dimly lit stairs. Once at the bottom they heard music, but it was different. The beat wasn't frantic, but steady and moderate. They opened a door and blinked. The scene was…different.

At various points in the room were tables and chairs, all with a light in the center. A large, fully stocked bar graced the back. Along one wall was a rack filled with all sorts of equipment. Chains, ropes, shackles, handcuffs, all sorts of things. Around the room, there were people in various shades of undress. Some wore casual clothes, some wore leather and metal, and others were nearly naked and on the floor below the tables. Grimmjow was shook out of his gazing as he heard a voice.

"Nel!" Shinji said and hugged her close. "You came! A little later than I thought," he said, sounding disappointed. Soon enough, a red headed man in very tight leather pants and a leather vest came up next to him with a drink in hand.

"Nel, this is Renji Abarai, I told you he was on the show we filmed today along with that kid," he said with a grin.

Renji grinned at them. "Damn, don't mention that brat, makes me fuckin' hard, and I still don't have a sub for tonight."

Nel blushed. "You mean Dr. Kurosaki? We just saw him."

Shinji looked at her with a frown. "What in the world for? How do you know him?"

"He just operated on one of my best friends, Orhime. Removed an inoperable brain tumor last week. He's a little different though," Nel said with a smile. "Orhime seems to have a crush on him."

Grimmjow snorted and she turned to stare at him. "Sorry, sis, but hate to break it ta her, but he don't go that way."

Nel frowned. "Oh, God, how did you find out he's gay?"

"Overheard it, accidently on purpose. And he's an uke too," he said with a grin. "Heard him tell his doctor buddy that this other guy was 'too girly'. Looks like he wants a strong boy to keep him in place."

Renji moaned at the thought. "Fuck…man, I didn't need to know that, now I want the fuckin' brat tied up like a Christmas present for me."

Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow. "Ya got a thing for him?"

"Hell yes, man, you saw that boy. He could pass for like sixteen, and so pretty all over," he said, looking up thoughtfully. Then he saw the scowl on his face. "Hey, looks like I ain't tha only one. Well, ya hang out here, and you'll learn I like to share."

Then, pale white hands encircled Renji's waist, surprising him, and he turned to see a shorter man with absolutely white hair and skin wink a set of the most striking black and gold eyes he'd ever seen.

Shinji snickered. "Renji, Grimmjow, Nel, meet my friend Shiro, Ren, he's the switch I told ya about."

Renji grinned. "You in the mood to be manhandled, or do that manhandling tonight?"

Shiro shrugged, letting him go. "Don't matter much, as long as I either fuck or get fucked, I'm good."

Shiro's eyes were on Grimmjow. "Yer new round here."

Grimmjow nodded. "My sis is being turned dominatrix by Shinji over there, at least he wants her to."

Shiro nodded, then came up and brushed a hand across the taller man's chest. "Hum you want to let me and Renji over there introduce you to our way of doing things?"

Grimmjow didn't even realize he was nodding until he felt his hand being yanked and was roughly tugged out of the main room into a smaller one. He heard the click and lock of the door and then a light came on, flooding it with soft light.

He turned around to find Shiro had already stripped himself naked and was grabbing something out of a drawer beside him. He clicked it onto his throat and Grimmjow saw it was a collar with d rings at four points around it. He looked over to see Renji had gotten rid of the vest. He was eying the perfectly white skinned creature before him hungrily. Grimmjow wasn't sure what to do.

"Grimm, relax. I like this shit, okay?" Shiro said. He looked at Renji. "Crop, nothing on the arms or chest, though, gotta work this week and I welt easy. Lots on the thighs, I like to remember it all week when I'm at work. Use the leash, and tie my hands to the back of the collar. No ballgags, I don't like tha' shit," he said reaching in the drawer and Grimmjow realized the guy was hard already and he slipped a cock ring onto him, moaning at the stimulation. "When I'm sub, I'm a painslut, so give it to me all ya want, Ren, unless ya want me to tell everyone that yer a pussy."

Renji grinned, watching the guy put his arms behind him and twist them behind his back. Renji set to work, snapping shackles to match the collar and winding a rope up between the cuffs and the collar, pulling it tight.

"Who am I, slut?" Renji asked in his ear.

"Master," Shiro moaned. "Please master, I've been bad…punish me…"

Grimmjow blinked, the change was immediate, like Shiro had shifted into another person. Renji looked up, frowning at Grimmjow's confusion.

"Ah, hey, he's in scene, so he's going to play it, okay? Strip off that tight fuckin' shirt and grab those riding crops," Renji said nodding watching as the man stripped the thin cotton hiding his broad, muscled chest from view and grabbed the implements to hand one to Renji.

"Oh, master," Shiro purred seeing Renji slapping his crop on his palm. "Master, I'm such a bad boy, I was looking at someone else and wanted to be fucked by him…"

Renji arched a brow, looking at Grimmjow with a grin. "Ya mean him?"

Shiro grinned wickedly, looking at Grimmjow with a hooded gaze. "Yes, Master," he purred. "I want him…"

"Then punishment shall be had, on yer knees, slut," he said, and Shiro complied, scooting up and sitting on his knees.

Renji shoved him over until his face was planted into the bed, his ass in the air. He moaned softly into the fabric. Renji smacked the crop immediately across the left then right cheek, getting a guttural groan out of the white skinned man. Grimmjow was fascinated as brilliant red blossomed on the pale flesh. Renji grinned, then reached into the drawer and drew out a bottle of clear lube and a plug. He twisted the back and Grimmjow heard a buzzing sound. Renji slathered it with the lube then shoved it into the albino without a warning, causing him to buck backward into him rather violently with a moan.

"Stay still," he growled. "Don't fuckin' move."

He was met with a whimper from Shiro, but Grimmjow saw the ecstacy in his face. He moaned and shivered as the thing buzzed against him. "Oh Master, I'm so bad, I wanna cum for him..."

Renji rewarded the comment with a series of rapid swats across his inner thighs, getting yelps of surprise and pained pleasure from him. Grimmjow was fascinated, taking his crop and running it under the man's chin and lifting his dark eyes to look at him. Grimmjow swallowed as he licked his lips at him and then he was attacking the pale man's mouth. He found himself, surprisingly, dominated in the kiss, but it didn't bother him. He liked the force that the smaller man was putting behind it.

Renji swatted across the base of the plug, getting a loud moan out of him. Grimmjow swallowed the sound, still latched to his mouth. Before long, he was ghosting his hands over the pale flesh, feeling welts rising as Renji striped his back with the crop. The harder he hit him, the more passionate the kiss got.

"You are such a slut!" Renji announced, yanking the plug from his ass. A moan of absolute pleasure emitted from the pale man at the pain from the rough removal. "You want his cock in you?"

"Yes, master! I want him in me while you punish me!" he announced.

Grimmjow didn't need to be told twice, his pants were dropped, and he realized somehow, Renji had shucked his own tight leather. He grinned as he swatted the pale sub again on the ass as Grimmjow moved behind him on the bed.

"Ride him like the slut you are," Renji said, eyes narrowed at him. Shiro grinned, grabbing the lube, then glanced at Grimmjow, slipping from scene.

"I don't like condoms, you better fuckin' be clean, blue bastard," he growled, to which Grimmjow could only nod as lube slick hands hovered over his straining erection.

Then those slick hands engulfed him and he moaned, only to moan louder as he was engulfed in tight, encompassing heat that made his eyes open wide. Shiro was planted on him where he'd sat on his knees, and was grinding back into him harshly, panting as he did so. Grimmjow managed to pull his legs out and soon had the writhing pale man on his lap gyrating madly. It was all he could do to keep from blowing within the first minute.

"Look at you, slutting on another man besides yer master," Renji said, and Shiro arched against Grimmjow, spreading his legs wide so Renji could see the cock working in and out of him.

"Oh, master, punish me for it…I'm such a naughty slut," he moaned, his head lolling back on Grimmjow's shoulder.

Renji proceeded to lay a blistering set of swats on the inside of his pale thighs, and Grimmjow felt him tighten painfully as he tried to orgasm but the cock ring kept him from going. He felt his own eyes cross and held on. When Renji was done he climbed onto the bed and grinned.

"Suck me off while he plows you, slut," Renji growled.

Shiro grinned, and leaned forward, Grimmjow slipping out and scrambling to his knees behind the bound man. He slammed back into him getting a low moan as he took Renji, to Grimmjow's surprise, all the way down to the root, nose buried in soft red curls. Renji threw his head back.

"Fuck, you are good at that, Shiro…" he groaned.

Before long Renji was bucking his hip into the wet mouth and shooting his load down his throat. The sight sent Grimmjow off finally and he thrust hard into the pliant body. Shiro leaned back to kneel up as Grimmjow came and Renji pulled off the cockring and whispered, "Cum," in his ear. At the word, the body around him tensed and the pale man shot his load onto the bed below them with a loud moan that was somewhere between Renji and Grimmjow's names.

Renji smiled and untied the rope, then removed the shackles as he came down off the high, slipping into that subzone bliss for a few minutes. Renji pulled him close and he looked plainly dazed. He came around and grinned.

"Man, I want to be fucked, I'll come ta ya two," he muttered, kissing Renji's cheek and winking at Grimmjow.

After they were showered and clothed, they headed back into the main room to find a rather amusing sight for Grimmjow. His sister was seated at a table, legs demurely crossed, a heavy paddle in her lap. Shinji was tethered, still clothed except for his shirt, at the base of chair she was sitting in. He looked completely blissed out, eyes half lidded and a foggy look to his face as he sat beside her, head resting against her thigh.

"I see you're enjoying yourself…" Grimmjow said, eyeing his sister.

She flinched and blushed. "I didn't think I would, but it makes him so happy…I may be able to get into this…"

Grimmjow snickered. "I knew there was a sadistic bitch hiding behind that innocent smile."

She grinned at him and shook her head, hearing a whimper. She looked down. "Mistress," Shinji mewled. "Take me home…I wanna…"

She grabbed his collar and yanked him up into her lap with a swift move and swatted his ass with the paddle hard enough to leave a resounding crack in the air. Shinji stiffened and moaned low in his throat.

"That was a bad pet," she said softly. "I'll take you home and finish this. I told you not to talk."

Shinji turned back, a smirk on his lips as he whispered. "Yes, Mistress."

They were gone in a minute, leaving Grimmjow to sit down with the other two men. He'd always thought it would be awkward after doing something like a threesome…but somehow he felt at ease. And to think, he was sitting in the middle of a room where there were plenty showing off their "pets". It was…interesting.

Shiro sipped his drink, a scotch on the rocks and frowned at the completely distant Grimmjow. "Man, I know my ass is hot, but did it shock ya into a coma?"

Renji arched a red brow at him.

"Nah, was thinking about that doctor and what I saw today," he said, frowning.

"Whatcha mean?" Shiro asked, confused.

So, between Renji and Grimmjow they discussed the recent events, starting with meeting the young doctor after surgery and ending with the conversation he'd overheard. Renji nodded, then told them about the interview and what Shinji had said about it. Shiro rolled his eyes.

"So ya both think he's hot. And ya both think he's sub material. And ya think he needs to let go. Go get his ass and drag him home, teach him to let go," Shiro said with a huff. "Ain't that hard, man. First time's hard, was for me when I went to switching. I'm a sadistic bastard when I dom, and I'm fuckin' masochistic when I sub. I like it both ways, I found. Even after being in the life from like fifteen, I still was amazed when I felt the release of control and it was the best fuckin' thing ever."

Renji sighed. "You know, it is odd, we just met, and we already had a scene. Think we're rushing?"

"Fuck if I know, I don't get half a what you two are talking about," Grimmjow said. "But that was a fine fuck."

Shiro grinned. "Hum, hum. You know I've always wanted a permanent group. Maybe we could train them both, eh, Renji? You seem to know the community pretty well."

Renji nodded. "Been around about six years now. Since I was about twenty."

"Ever have a permanent group? Or a forever pet?" he asked smirking.

"Nah, been looking for a sub for a while, but just haven't found one that got my interest…then I get a fuckin' boner for a guy that ain't even in the community and can't think about anyone else," he said with a sigh. "I just want to take him and tie him up and lick him from head to toe he's so fuckin' tasty lookin…"

Grimmjow blinked. "You're serious aren't, ya? I mean, you'd actually do just that?"

"Bet yer fuckin' sack I would. I've got a lickin' fetish," he said with a grin. "Most my toys have liked the treatment."

"So what kinda stuff do you, you know do? I thought it was just ropes and shit, and whipping…" Grimmjow said.

Shiro smirked. "Fuck, dude, yer so vanilla it hurts."

"Vanilla?" he asked, frowning.

"Yeah, Vanillas or 'Nillas as we sometimes say, are those that like plain, or vanilla, sex. Those not in our community or lifestyle. But we'll fix ya pretty quick, blueboy."

"Okay, well I'm heading to the hospital tomorrow to see Orhime, so I'll see if I can't talk to the kid tomorrow," he said with a smile at his two new friends. He had a feeling he was going to like this.

-Doctor's Training-

It was another week before Grimmjow managed to come across the young doctor. He was standing in the room when he entered and he saw him tense the second he entered the room with his sister and Orhime. Her mom was there too, so he thought maybe that was the reason he was so out of sorts.

"Okay, so there will be a follow up appointment with me in six weeks, and make sure to keep your appointments with the oncologists. We have to make sure we don't have any secondary tumors, but should that happen, it is nowhere near as difficult to go back in and remove them since we've already gone in once. Be careful of the area of your head where the skull fragment was removed, and keep on light duty for the next six weeks until I completely clear you post surgery," he spoke with his eyes never leaving the chart, tapping now and then. When he did look up, his eye had a tic every now and then.

Everyone seemed relieved that Orhime was going home except Grimmjow who kept his eye on the young doctor. He seemed more frazzaled. He was exuding the stress. So as the girls talked he moved over to him and tapped the clipboard. He looked up into his blue eyes and looked like a deer in headlights.

"Um, yeah, can I help you with something? Grimmjow was your name, right?" he said, the tic in his eye getting worse as he spoke.

"You okay, doc? I mean, you're lookin' rough around the edges," he said, concern etched into his normally smirking face.

The doctor was surprised but nodded. "Yeah, just…I seem to have gotten more attention than I wanted after that interview I did on Shinji's show."

He turned and headed out of the room. He stepped out after him and watched as a girl nearly ran right into him. She was probably eighteen, if that.

"Doctor!" she said with a grin. "You're so cute, are you single? I really want to take you out…"

Ichigo stepped back from her, crossing his arms. This was terrible. Another one. "Dr. Ikkaku!" he practically screeched. A tall, thick bald man came around the corner rolling his eyes and grabbed the girl by the arm and shuffled her off the floor muttering about no one allowed on the floor except family and friends of the patients and she needed to leave.

A second later a woman, no a man, with bobbed black hair came around to stand beside Ichigo. "Hey, another one, Ichi? This is getting ridiculous, I mean, your very beautiful and all, not as beautiful as I am, but they really should let up."

Grimmjow wandered over and looked at the dark haired nurse. He had feathers in his eyebrow and had a light sheen of natural looking make up. "Who was that, doc?"

Ichigo just stared, hands clenching at his side and turned and walked off, headed toward the stairwell again. The male nurse beside him sighed.

"If we'd known doing that interview was going to incite the female population, and half the male, of Karakura, I'd have never pushed him to go ahead with it…" he muttered.

"What's going on, anyway?" Grimmjow asked, turning to him. His name badge read Yumichika.

"Oh, seems that the terms 'single', 'cute', 'doctor' and 'under twenty five' mean that Ichigo is being assailed by young women, and a few young men, about dates. The poor thing is beside himself over the last week. And he doesn't even get the really bad letters and calls…" he said, sighing. "Of course, maybe it had to do with him being on the same show as a young heartthrob like Abarai."

Grimmjow nodded, understanding completely. "Obsessive fans, and he's not even an actual celebrity."

Just then, the bald doctor walked up. "Tossed her ass back into the mass that's out front. Dammit, this is getting worse, not better. I think Ichi's gonna blow a gasket if we can't get them to leave," he grumbled. He looked up and smiled at Grimmjow. "Anyway, I'm off stalker duty, Dr. Urahara is coming down."

"Stalker duty?" Grimmjow said with a quirked brow at the doctor.

"Yeah, what we lovingly call whoever is standing in shouting distance of Dr. Kurosaki in case he gets assaulted by a rabid fan," he said with a snort.

Grimmjow nodded and headed back to Orhime's room. She was almost done with paperwork and he went to the window and looked down. They were seven floors up, but he grinned as he saw a distinct head of orange hair standing below. He was standing up against the tall barrier around the fountain that was in the side yard of the hospital. Relatively private area, it was only accessible from the inside, and he glanced around the courtyard to see no one around. He figured he'd needed some time alone.

A figure in pink scrubs came out the door and lit a cigarette near where he stood, but he seemed oblivious. What happened next, though, shocked Grimmjow. The person, he couldn't tell if it was male or female from this distance, moved closer then, their hand shot out and grabbed the young doctor, and pulled him close. At first, Grimmjow thought maybe he'd found a lover finally but then he slumped bonelessly into the other figure's arms, who quickly gathered him up and dashed through one of the doors.

"The fuck!" Grimmjow muttered and turned and ran out of the room to the stairs to haul ass down there and catch whoever it was. Nel and the Inoues stared after him confused as he shot out of the room. By the time he got to the first floor, he caught a glimpse of the pink scrubs and tuft of orange headed across the foyer, most people not paying attention. The guy, he could see now, had took the white coat off him and tossed a blanket on him. He was sitting slumped in a wheelchair as the guy pushed him forward, not looking like he was kidnapping a doctor right out of the hospital he worked at.

"Hey, you, stop right fucking there!" Grimmjow yelled, locking eyes with the man, who just grinned and took off with the chair in a sprint.

Grimmjow was hot on his heels, but there was a van parked with open doors at the curb, and the guy picked up the orange headed doctor and leaped into the van, the door slamming shut, and tires squeeling. Grimmjow cursed because there were no plates on the vehicle. The security guard had cdome out just then and asked what happened.

"Fucker…kidnapped…the doctor…" he said huffing, his dash down the stairs getting to him as the adrenaline bled off.

"What doctor?" the security officer said, eyes wide.

"Ichigo…Kurosaki…" he huffed. The security guard was on the phone with 911 already, and he realized others had appeared out there, and someone led him back into the hospital, leading him to a rather lush conference room. Eventually, police came and questioned him, and finally, the ash blond doctor and a dark haired doctor came into the room. Grimmjow looked up from the coke he was sipping.

"Dr. Urahara, this is Dr. Isshin, Dr. Kurosaki's father, we wanted to ask you about what you saw? I know you've talked to the police…"

Grimmjow nodded. "Happy to help get 'im back," he said softly. He retold the story from beginning to end, not leaving out anything that he help them, a description of the man in the pink scrubs and the van he'd jumped into, which contained accomplices, obviously.

"Do you know anything? Have they called?" Grimmjow asked when he was done.

Isshin shook his head. "Nothing yet, we don't know if it was for ransom or one of the stalkers. But I think the fact he and I are both successful doctors, a ransom demand should be coming soon."

The door boomed open and Isshin was handed a phone. He snapped it to his ear and spoke quickly.

"Isshin Kurosaki." A long pause. "I can't get that kind of money in an hour!" he exclaimed. "What? No, please give me at least six hours!" Another pause. "Don't touch his hands, whatever you do, don't touch his hands, that's his life." Isshin's eyes were already collecting tears at the corners. "Please, don't hurt him, I'll get the money." Another long pause. "I'll be there as soon as I can get the money, please don't…I know…but I can't get it within an hour…okay…" He slapped the phone closed and looked in the other room. The guy shook his head. No trace but they'd recorded the call.

Isshin swallowed, eyes meeting Urahara's and then flicking to Grimmjow's. "They want a ransom of 20 million in an hour. If I don't drop it off in an hour, they said they'll start breaking bones…one for every hour we're late. There's no way I can gather that much in an hour, Kisuke!"

Urahara patted him. "Well we're gonna try. Come on."