A/N: I'm basing their contract off of asibdsm . com (A Submissive's Initiative). If there is interest, I'll post a complete copy of what I've come up with as part of the story, including the checklist that is on asibdsm. Let me know via review or the like if you'd be interested in seeing a completed version of their training contract and checklist. Please feel free to delve there for more information if you are interested. I'm not copying their outline, just using it as a reference for the various things that are used in scenes. It is a pretty comprehensive listing. I'm attempting to make this story so that the reader learns along with Ichigo, being slowly immersed into the lifestyle. I hope I am doing a good job, but please let me know if anything is foggy or should be explained better. Time is a factor; these bonds don't show up over a day or even a month, hence the time gaps in the story.

Chapter Eight

Contracts

Shiro was sitting in their playroom looking over what they had decided on for their final contract. Contracts in the community were fairly simple, and as a first training contract for their lovely little pet, they had been quite specific. After six months, they would reassess the hard and soft limits as Ichigo got used to the situation. He smiled to himself. Their new pet was well versed in what most of the things meant if he was surprised by some of the stuff people got off on. Considering what he was seeing, he was sure their play would morph into him dropping into scene the minute he entered their home.

He thought back over what they were accomplishing. He was musing when there was a tentative knock at the door. He looked up to see the blonde haired officer when he called out.

"Kira, come in," he said absently, quite frankly so comfortable in the surroundings he forgot he was sitting at a desk inside the playroom and in the office. He caught the choked cough and looked up.

"Ah, oh, sorry 'bout that, forgot I was in the playroom, would you rather go to the office?" he said, seeing the man's wide eyes taking in the set up he'd created in the last couple days after their visit to Dangai.

One wall was reserved for the display cases Shiro had built a while back. They were black lacquered wood with customized fittings to hold each of his very wide assortment of whips, flogs, crops, and paddles. Decoratively etched glass covered the front of each door. He was quite proud of his collection. There was a second similar cabinet where all of his ropes, shackles, chains and cuffs were placed, each one having a particular way he liked it stored. The third cabinet was covered with frosted glass in front, but the various sex toys could be discerned inside as well as the various gags he had collected over the years. It wasn't that he was hiding them, he just liked the shiver that went down someone's spine when they couldn't see what was contained in that cabinet.

The second wall had the larger props stored and set up. He had several sets of spreader bars, various types. He had set up a hang bar from the ceiling and the swing he adored was currently clipped to a wall. The stationary shackle frame was still leaning there, unsure how to mount that particular thing that Renji had brought with him. Looked like fun, though. He had several other seats and restraint objects, including a strait jacket, a chair that looked similar to an electric chair but was simply a restraining device. He also had a Sybian, and he saw the red faced officer's eyes widen a bit at that. Shiro smirked.

There was one of the full sized beds against the last wall, beside the closet door. They had covered the bed with a latex cover, then used black satin sheets on it. Beside the bed was a cabinet that Renji actually had brought, like a medicine cabinet only it contained an extremely wide array of lubes, massage oils, and things to be licked off. He knew he liked licking, but he was actually surprised by how deep the man's fetish really went. Besides that, there was a small refrigerator containing things for cold play and tasty treats for their fun.

Inside the closet were all manner of outfits meant for their fetish play. It seemed that Renji enjoyed role play quite a bit, and Grimmjow had expressed an interest in forced transgender play. Sounded fun to Shiro. So in that closet, they kept their play clothes. Of course, Ichigo hadn't come in here since the first day. He was almost afraid to let the tentative sub into the room, and convinced him that he had to wait until he was completely finished setting it up.

Currently, said sub in training was down in the office, going through mountains of paperwork for the time that they had been gone. He was brought out of his reverie when the door opened again and he saw the black haired officer's eyes go wide.

"Hisagi! Fraid Ichigo has taken over the office for his work, so I'm forced ta use the space for my own purposes. If ya are both uncomfortable, we can go down ta tha kitchen," Shiro said thoughtfully. They were vanilla after all.

"I..wow," Kira managed. "After the club I figured that…you were into this…but wow. You're really into it."

Shiro grinned. "What I'm into isn't just some sex games like some of those wannabes at tha club, sweetheart. For me, and the others, this is a lifestyle, not just a pastime."

"So, okay, we gotta live here, so I get what this is," Shuuhei said, looking around. "And I see that the three of you are doms, leaving the only sub the doctor," he said, somewhat nervously.

"Actually, I'm not a dom," Shiro said, standing to streach. "I'm a switch."

Kira looked between them. "Okay, I got dom is dominate, sub is submissive, what is a switch?"

Shiro grinned again, walking over to his case of flogs. "I'm one that likes both. In fact, this collection," he said, running fingers over the glass before his flogs and crops. "This is what I like to have used on me. I generally don't get into the whipping of others, but I'm a painslut, so I like to bleed when they're done with me," he said thoughtfully, feeling the tingle up his spine at the thought. It had been too long since he'd been whipped raw.

"Are you guys going to do that to him?" Kira asked, looking concerned.

Shiro shook his head. "Only if he wants us to, don't worry, it is all consensual. We use a contract to make sure no one does anything they don't want to do. Besides, I think he's a pleasureslut. He's not a slave, he's our pet, after all, so we won't do anything to ever hurt our precious pet."

The two officers looked between each other. "Contract?"

Shiro nodded, handing over the paperwork. "Literally, a contract. It lists what we want to do, what we don't ever want to do, and what we maybe will do, what the safe words and signals are, and what the boundaries are. For instance, the office is out of bounds. It is the one place here that Ichigo can go to do whatever he desires without being in scene and it is where we will go and have discussions dealing with scenes and how we are interacting. Ichi-pet's work is his own, nothing will ever interfere with that, so he will not be restricted by any of us for trips, training, hospital related functions. That is Ichigo's area of complete control. The only form of control we retain is the cuff and his choker. Anyone in the lifestyle will recognize it for what it is, and anyone else will think it jewelry."

"And what exactly is it? You put a collar on him at that club, and he hasn't taken if off all weekend," Shuuhei said frowning.

"Training collar, meaning he's accepted us. The thin collar, the one that bastard at the club busted, was a consideration collar while he thought over whether he wanted to join us in this lifestyle. The training collar indicates that we are going to give it a go. Kinda like engagement rings. And if he decides, we'll have a bonding ceremony, maybe official wedding between two or more of us for legal reasons, and then we'll have formed a permanent group. Four is an unusual, sometimes triads are common, but never said we're normal. And tha doc needs more than one of us," Shiro said, looking over the pages.

He handed them over to the two who saw that they did indeed read like a real, legal document. "See, look how it splits things. Like the first area talks about sex. Now, none of us was partially interested in the whole armpit sex thing, so that's been struck from the list. All parties are willing to give and receive oral, however, Grimmy and Ren are strict doms, so they have set a hard limit for penetration. Ichi-pet and I, however, have no such problems. Well, it is currently a hesitancy for dear Ichi-pet, since he's never had sex before."

He indicated the next section. "Now, under bondage, you see how Ichi has blanket agreed to everything. This is the reason we brought him into our group. He's suffering with all the stress and anxiety in his life. So, being bound lets him let go of control, which he needs but cannot do on his own. He also loves pressure, which is provided by the massive snuggle sessions you've seen downstairs. He likes to be held and kept close. So we provide that and fill the need. We also don't ask him to stop being himself like the rest of the world. Of course, his outbursts will be met with…consequences. But he happily comes to us with them. The point is, we are providing him something no one else can."

Shuuhei shook his head. "I still can't get over the fact Renji Abarai is gay."

There was a snort from the open doorway. "Not gay, dude. Not by a long shot," the redhead said, moving in to look around. "Fuck, nice work Shiro, babe," he said. "Fuck, how many whips and shit do you have, man?"

Shiro snorted. "As many as different types of fuckin' lubes an' oils you have."

Renji turned and arched a brow and nodded. "Fair enough. I do like my variety. Fuck dude, you have more sex toys than a goddamned sex store…" he said, opening the one with the frosted glass. "Fuck, dude, I can't even tell you what I'm thinkin' right now…" he groaned, shutting it.

He turned and saw the two slightly flushed officers. "You tryin' convert the straight boys now, Shiro?"

Shiro shook his head. "Nah, but figured if Ichi-pet is gonna be as subservient as we think, they might need to know what was going on. Especially if he takes a likin' to the leash or the day long bondage under his clothes like I think he will."

Renji nodded. "Fuck, I'm horny as fuck, can I put some of those toys to work on ya, Shiro…" he groaned, leaning into Shiro's back.

"Fuck you, not subbing today. Go fuck blue boy," Shiro said, shuffling through the papers again.

Renji pouted. "You know he don't wanna bottom…"

"Then take some toys and fuck yerself," Shiro said with a smile.

"I wanna fuck a certain orange haired sub…" he grimaced, flopping into a bean bag chair.

Shiro tsked. "Well, he's gotta be ready first. Something tells me he's a little minx under that cool exterior. Especially after reading his preferences."

Just then the door opened and Ichigo stood there with a scowl. "Um, need…fuck."

Renji was up in a second and pulling him into the room. His hands were both thrumming madly against his thighs as he pulled the smaller man down into the bean bag with him, wrapping his arms around him tightly. "What happened, pet?"

"Called Tatsuki. She was mad. And I couldn't tell her what happened. And she was so mad and then I started to tic and she got mad because I was ticing like always, and then I just…"

Another set of arms wrapped around him as Shiro sunk on the other side. "Hush, pet, hush," he said, as they both squeezed him between them until his eyes fluttered closed and his thrumming hands relaxed. "Hrm. Thank you," he muttered, sleepily, utterly exhausted after spending the entire day catching up on paperwork from his time gone.

"Ren, take him to bed, you wanna stay with him?" Shiro said, extracting himself from the pile. Renji nodded, lifting him effortlessly and sweeping out into the other room where Grimmjow had already settled in for the night.

"He finds comfort in our touch, so that's all the encouragement I need on the situation," Shiro said, leaving the contract and heading downstairs for a snack.

Kira hesitantly picked it up and scanned it again.

Each section listed the types and kinds of things that it pertained to. Sex was broken into types of sex, including anal, hand jobs, use of dildos, vibrators and plugs, oral, sex outside, sex with others, sex with other parts of the body, licking and teasing. The next one was a bondage section. It split things into types of bondage like materials of the cuffs, and other stuff like duct tape used to tie up someone. As Shiro had said, Ichigo had indicated that he was very willing to try any kind of bondage and restriction. As he looked down the listing, he also wanted them to control other aspects of his life, something called power plays within the dynamics of the group. It seemed Renji was really into role playing and dress up stuff, and Ichigo had very few things he indicated that he was absolutely not willing to try. It seemed, that in doctor fashion, the only thing he refused were things that could lead to disease or long term damage such as anything to do with bodily fluids other than sex related, and things like electricity, cutting, guns, and the like. Of course, he knew what could do damage that was serious.

"Man, I never knew that this stuff was so serious…" Shuuhei muttered. "The detail in this, wow. Wonder if they'll let us watch…"

"Watch?" Kira choked, turning brilliant red.

Shuuhei gave him a crooked smirk. "Why not? Says here none of them mind being watched."

Kira shook his head and left the room, followed by Shuuhei. They looked in the bedroom to find all four in various positions around the doctor who was curled in the middle of the two beds. Such a strange set up. Shuuhei wondered if they should let their superiors know what kind of set up they'd made. But then, he didn't think that would be fair. He shut the door to the room and realized it had a self-locking mechanism. Interesting, he thought. Easily opened from the inside, but not from the out.

"Why did they tell us all this?" Kira said looking at his partner.

"Well, Izuru, in case you didn't notice, the albino likes to be whipped, so my guess is that us hearing screaming won't be uncommon occurances. These walls aren't soundproof," the raven said rolling his eyes.

Kira paled. "How…how do we know when something is wrong, then?"

Shuuhei hadn't thought of that. "Well, then we need some sort of thing like the safe words that will signal when there is real danger."

The next morning was Ichigo's first back at work, and he was nervous beyond belief. He'd managed to work his way through all the hellish amount of paperwork he had when he returned, and today he was already lined up from 8am until 2:30 with consultations on "impossible" or "inoperable" cases. To his relief, no one had died that he could have saved while he was hidden away. He wasn't sure he could have handled that. The alarm blared at seven and he rolled out from under the pile of arms, legs, covers and softness. He headed to the shower and completed his morning rituals and came out to find all three of his mates awake and dressed.

"What's this?" he said with a soft smile.

"We shall accompany our dear doctor to his first day back, in case our services are needed in the cuddle department," Grimmjow said with a smirk. "I know how stressed you have been, and today will be worse. We'll just chill out in your outer offices with the protection patrol, and be there if you need us."

Ichigo's smile lit up his face. "Oh, you don't know how much this means to me. But…" he hesitated, his hands interlacing for a moment.

"Remember, Ichi-pet, yer hospital is yer domain. While we're there, you are the only one in control," Shiro reminded him gently. "Just like yer office. Anything professional is off limits, okay pet? Unless you want something from us like some squeezin'."

Renji smiled but held something out. Ichigo frowned as he clasped a necklace on him. He touched it and felt it was a choker chain, and at the front was a small little solid silver circle. He smiled, feeling the familiarity. It was different than his collar but no less safe. He smiled to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Ichigo nodded, and they all headed out to Shiro's car again. He was starting to understand the allure of the things. He wound his hands tightly with Grimmjow and Shiro as soon as he was out of the car. They glanced at him.

"Ichi-pet, ya want to go in like this? I know ya haven't told anyone about us…" Shiro said hesitantly.

Ichigo shook his head. "No, I need you all close today, so don't you dare let you," he said in a strained voice, feeling Renji's hands kneed his shoulders and in they went.

At first it seemed like they were going to avoid attention, until a girl came running full tilt at him, eyes wide. "Dr. Kurosaki!" she exclaimed, staring up at him doe eyed. "You've been gone forever, I…had to see you in person!"

Then she looked behind him to realize he was accompanied by Renji Abarai. "Oh, gods on high, you're Renji Abarai!"

Renji smirked. "Ya, beat it, sweetheart, doc's got appointments today."

With that he steered his lovely little pet toward the elevator by the shoulders, leaving a very confused teenage girl behind them. They settled into the elevator, but as soon as the door closed, Renji had an armful of Ichigo clinging to him, muttering thanks. Renji petted his head gently and then pushed him back smiling.

"Shh, I'll handle the rabid fangirls, been doin' it long enough," he said gently, interlacing his fingers with Ichigo's this time. Grimmjow stood in front and Shiro reclaimed his other hand.

Soon enough they were on the floor where his office was, and they headed down the hall quickly, getting more than one stare as they went. They didn't expect the dark haired Kurosaki elder and the blond administrator to pop out of the office as they neared it.

"Son!" Isshin said with a grin then his brows knitted, seeing that his son's hands were both entwined, and despite his glance, only got tighter. He saw the tension mounting, and he glanced at the blue haired one who shrugged mildly. "Come in, come in, Kisuke want to talk to you before your first appointment!"

Ichigo nodded, and yanked on both of the men he still held in deathgrip. Grimmjow hesitated at the door but followed obediently when Ichigo shot a glare at him. Both older doctors looked confused as the three men that were housed with Ichigo entered and flopped down on the couch. Ichigo stood and frowned at them and snorted. They'd taken up the entire couch. He turned back to his father and Kisuke. He saw the knowing smirk on his mentor's face, and realized he was staring at the necklace he was wearing.

"Father, I'm fine, great actually," he said.

"Son, I was so worried, and they wouldn't let me have any contact, I was afraid you would cope badly…" he said hurriedly.

Ichigo glanced back at his new companions. "I found a way to cope. Better than I ever had before."

Isshin looked confused but one glance at his friend behind him and the knowing smirk on the blonde's lips, he knew something was up. "What do you mean, a way to cope?"

Ichigo had hoped that he would be able to put things off a while, and found himself fingering the necklace thoughtfully. "They've helped me out with everything. I'm clear headed, I'm not stimming when I'm working, and I have nearly no anxiety."

"I don't understand, you aren't on anything for the symptoms, the changes should have set you off…" his father said.

"They did, pop, boy did they ever. I'm surprised I didn't rip someone's head off at first. But…but…we figured it out. I figured it out. And I've got what I need," Ichigo said and sighed, his hands going to his thigh and drumming, anxiety mounting.

Behind him, he felt the eyes on him. "Ichi-pet…" came Shiro's voice.

He nodded and backed up, sinking into Shiro's lap, the albino's arms wrapping around his ribcage protectively as he leaned into it. Shiro rested his chin on Ichigo's shoulder. The thrumming stopped and he sighed. "I gotcha, pet," he muttered, nuzzling into his neck.

Isshin wasn't sure what to think as he watched the strange albino interact in a far more intimate way with his son than he liked. He frowned again as each of the men to the sides of him grasped one of each of his hands seemingly focused only on him. "Better?" asked the blue haired man.

Ichigo nodded, clearing his throat. "Yeah," he said, and all three let him go and he stood up, patting the albino's arms appreciatively. "Okay, I know this is going to be hard to get used to, but I'm with them, we're…a group, I guess. I…we…care about each other, and our time in the safe house drew us closer together, and now…I can't imagine living without them around me."

Isshin blinked, but there was a knocking at the door, and he was being drug away by Kisuke as Ichigo's first appointment had arrived. He smiled at them. "Wait in the next room, I'll let you know if I need anything," he said and they all went next door to wait on their doctor.

About halfway through the first appointment, the opposite door opened and the black haired nurse came storming into the room where the three were waiting. Shiro was feeling a bit needy and had opted to curl up into Grimmjow's lap, while Renji was reading some awful magazine.

"Why are you here?" she demanded.

Shiro raised his head up from where it was buried in Grimmjow's neck and looked at her. "Ah, yer his nurse, ain'tcha?" he said, shifting so he was straddling Grimmjow's lap with his back against him.

"He has guards, you should go. You're going to be a distraction to him, and he doesn't need distractions today after what he's been through, so get out of here before I have security take you out," she said, eyeing them.

Renji looked up. "I wouldn't do that. You'll piss him off royally."

"I don't care, I know what is best for him!" she announced, reaching for the phone as she spoke.

"Tatsuki," came Ichigo's voice from the doorway. His patient was sitting at the desk going over paperwork, a fifty year old with an aneurysm that was fit to blow any day now. "What are you doing?"

"Ichi, you don't need the distractions, they need to leave. And I know you won't tell them what you want them to do, so I'll have security take them out," she said, starting to dial.

Before she touched a button, Ichigo had moved and pulled the phone from her hands. "You will not."

"Ichi, you're stressed, I get it, but you don't know what you need…and you need…"

"I know exactly what I need, Tatsuki, and I thank you to keep that in mind or I will have Kisuke bust you back to ER nurse before you can say anything else," he said, cooly, and for once, in a confrontation, he didn't stutter, he didn't fumble.

She blinked at him and took a step back. "But you need to be looked after, Ichi, I'm sorry but this isn't healthy…"

Shiro slid off of Grimmjow's lap, seeing the tremor in Ichigo's hand. He grasped the hand, sliding up beside him, and began to slowly run his thumbs around it. "Easy, Ichi-pet, easy."

Tatsuki's brows knitted. "What?" she said, and then Grimmjow was behind him, arms encircling his ribcage, and he dropped his chin to one of Ichigo's shoulders as Shiro had done. "Right here, pet," he murmured in his ear, and Ichigo smiled softly, eyes fluttering at the pressure around his ribs.

"M'okay," he muttered, and both Grimmjow and Shiro stepped back, Grimmjow dropping to the couch and Shiro slinking into his lap again. He glared at his friend. "You'll have to accept them. They're going to be here, one or two or all three anytime I ask them to be."

She glanced and saw the black wristband that Ichigo wore, and her glance took in the other three, seeing similar ones. "Ichigo…you aren't serious? You're in a polyamourous group? You don't even understand what this is! You…you are inexperienced!"

Ichigo nodded. "Yes, yes I am. And they've accepted me for who I am. Nothing is expected of me other than what I give, and for once in my life, people that accept me, stims and tics and all. They don't try to train it out of me. I don't have scripts or checklists or anything. I can be me."

"This isn't right, they're preying on your inexperience," she said, growing angry at the three obviously predatory men in the room. "They're…they're trying to get your money. They don't care about you like your father and I. Wait, does he know?"

"I told pop when we got here. And no it doesn't matter what you or anyone else thinks. This works for me. They are helping me deal with my issues, and I'm more focused and clear because of it. Now if you excuse me, I have several more people who need my skills to save their lives," he said, and turned back to his office through the glass door that separated the waiting area and his office proper.

Tatsuki glared at them. "You're lying to him. You're just trying to use him."

Grimmjow planted a gentle kiss to Shiro's jaw. "No, we love him. You should try handing out unconditional love sometimes. It works wonders," he commented.

"I'll see that you don't hurt him. I'll put a stop to this," she said, a threat in her voice.

Renji put down the magazine. "Not a good idea, hon, he's stubborn and if you push him…you won't like the results."

"It's nothing but post-traumatic stress from being kidnapped and forced to live with you three in the safe house while they had him hidden away from everyone. It hurt him, and now he's changed and that's not good," she said, her shoulders still tense.

Shiro sighed as Grimmjow continued planting kisses along his jawline and into his white hair. "Look, sweetie, ya need to let yer Ichi grow up. And look for what is best for him, not what you think is best for him, but what really is best for him. We give our Ichi-pet comfort, stability, and the ability to be himself and let himself go. Really, you should lighten up. This isn't even about sex, considering Ichi-pet is as pure as tha driven snow."

Tatsuki huffed and left, slamming the door behind her. "Wonder how many people are going to come give us a 'talking' to like that…" Renji said, going back to the magazine.