Ichigo screwed his eyes shut as the largest cock he had ever seen in his life pushed its way into his rear. The scariest thing wasn't the jeering laughter around him, or that he was the only person within twenty that was naked on a hard garage floor, or even the fact that his was the only identity he could make out because he alone wasn't wearing a mask. No it was the fact that as the wild beast meat of manhood slid through his anus, it sent a shrill message to his own dick that he somewhat enjoyed having this done to him. Panicked hands grabbed his fast stiffening wood in an attempt to hide his shame in a room full of probably straight men.
"Worth it fuck head? Ya wanna be in the frat this much hey?" The voice now drilling rather harshly into him growled. Ichigo only nodded still keeping his eyes clenched and his mouth firmly pulled tight to stop the grunting sounds he wanted to emit.
"Yeah fuck him hard!" A frat member called loudly with other jeers agreeing with the statement.
"Make a man of him!" Another yelled.
The concrete floor was cold and not all that smooth as the skin of his back was grated over it. The fingers of his right hand clawed the hardened stone whilst his left flew to his cover his face as the rapid pace began to sting like a bitch and thrill his cock into unrivalled pleasure.
"Make 'im scream!" A laughing voice filled with the others and the taunting went on.
The masked man let out a low groan as his dick pulsed and thrummed in the ever increasing ball of sensations grew. "Fuck you feel good." He said lowly and fell onto Ichigo's body. The extra weight on his suffering back made Ichigo whimper and bit his lips all the tighter but the pace didn't slow, it just got deeper. The damn perpetrator didn't even need to try and find his prostrate he was so big he touched every centimetre of Ichigo's insides without effort. The sweet spot was receiving the massage of dreams and even with his death grip still of his hard length Ichigo was fighting the urge to cum. His stomach was clenching and going into early tremors it wasn't going to be much longer before everyone realised that he was actually enjoying this. He shook his head side to side in anguish of his impending shame not able to hold it back now that the fucker was heavy breathing in his ear and adding to his satisfying trauma.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck." His torturer began to mumble. "Gonna…Gonna." He ground his hips down tighter and tighter, his dick slamming into Ichigo at an inhuman speed and force. The moment of contact was just so sweet that Ichigo inhaled sharply as he crested and his cum oozed between his bared stomach and the man's barely bared torso and no doubt the black sheet cloak he was wearing; there was going to be no hiding it.
As the room erupted into whoops and whistles with his attackers obvious shuddering release into Ichigo's butt hole, the panting deep voice filtered through Ichigo's ears quietly. "Welcome to the frat kid."
Ichigo's heat leapt into his mouth and his eyes opened wide as the guy began to draw himself up and off Ichigo. Now, it was going to be now that everyone saw his cum, saw that he came with just having a cock in his ass. His life was over.
With a sweep of one thick muscled arm, Ichigo watched in dreaded stunned slow motion as the black cape was swept off his well-endowed partner and flung over his naked twitching body. The smirking grin and dyed blue hair of none other than Grimmjow Jeageracks was revealed in the flesh.
OH FUCK
Those were the only words available to a brain in melt down.
For it to be Grim his life really was over. Grim. Grim as in the fucker that kept ramming his head into the lockers or Grim that causally lifted him up and threw him into the river yesterday or the man who poured a hole beaker of milkshake over ichigo's head in the canteen only this lunch time.
Grim who with that one action of covering Ichigo with his own gown, meant that the man knew; he knew Ichigo enjoyed it. Shame of unimaginable proportion sunk into Ichigo guts and he felt a strong urge to vomit rise up.
Suddenly lots of hands were on Ichigo patting his shoulders, ruffling his hair and somehow he realised that they were all congratulating him on a successful initiation. Masks were off and gowns billowed opening to reveal street clothes. It was surreal. Here in the midst of it Ichigo was having a minor break down, heart attack and paralysis of all his senses and they were all laughing and slapping Grim on the back like he'd won some huge award.
"Here." A hand appeared in Ichigo's sight. He followed it up to the shoulder and flash of blue hair that surrounded a face showing a genuine smile. When Ichigo didn't move the shoulder shrugged and that smile let out a chuckle. "Ya did good." Obviously not waiting for the newest member of the house to respond, Ichigo felt Grim grab his hand and give a forceful tug upwards. For a moment Ichigo's world swum as he was righted on his feet and smothered with the dark gown.
Slowly Ichigo began coming too and noticed that the crowd had almost all but dispersed. How long had he laid there like a limp fish?
"They're getting some grub upstairs." Grim's thumb gestured the stairway where a few members were heading up. "You okay?"
"Y… You…" Ichigo rubbed his hair and gathered his wits a moment. "What the fuck!" He was suddenly angered at being taken advantage of. "After all you've fucking done to me that has to be the lowest!" Ichigo watched Grim's eyebrows rise at the sudden snarling and then go wide with understanding.
"Hey no offence meant!" Well Ichigo didn't take to kindly to that easy write off of the past weeks of hell from this bullying bastard.
"No offence! You just…you just…." He ran out of steam as quickly as it came. "Oh god, oh god…" He scrubbed his hair frantically and stepped back away from the over powering bastard. "I gotta go. Yeah…"
"No you can't just go. There's a party for ya man."
"Party! I don't wanna party I wanna wash your fucking shit off me!"
"Hey, you fucking hypocrite, I aint clean either!" Grim grabbed Ichigo by the scruff of the borrowed robe and yanked him in close. "Ya fucking loved it!"
"I'm so dead…I'm just so dead." Ichigo moaned and screwed his face up in anguish. "Go on just do it."
"Do what?"
"Hit me."
"What? Why?"
"Why not? Cos I fucking liked your cock!" Ichigo screamed maybe a little louder than he would have liked in normal circumstances.
"Yeah shit ya did." Grim grinned back at him.
"I didn't know right! I've never done it before!" Ichigo wailed and tugged himself free before Grim could think of a counter to that one and skidded out the door and off into the night.
"Ya Blew it didn't ya." A voice crept in from the shadow.
"Fuck off spoon face or I'll rip out ya other eye." Grim snapped.
…
Grim was sick of knocking. He lifted his foot and slammed it into the door and watching as it caved inward into the darkened room. He stepped forward into the threshold and squinted into the darkness.
"What the shit ya doing with no lights on?" He huffed as he stepped over the broken door and flicked on the light.
"Fuck out of my room!" Ichigo said with more than a little amount of anger in his voice.
"Why the fuck should I?" Grim asked walking toward the figure huddled in the corner wall of the bed with covers pulled up around him like an igloo. "Shit it stinks in here, heard of a shower?" With his nose wrinkled Grim sat on the bed.
"What the fuck do you want? Come to gloat?" Ichigo scurried further away.
"No ones seen ya for days." Grim moved so he was again closer.
"…"
"Ya haven't ben down ta eat. No classes… Shit man." The blue hair shuffled his ass a little over again.
"…"
"I de'nt mean it."
"What to fuck me?"
"Yeah…no… I meant to fuck ya, I wanned to do it…" Grim looked at the pitiful state of the red head.
"Yeah. You like making my life miserable." Ichigo turned his head away and laid it on his knees.
"I was testing ya. For the frat house none of that shit was meant to…not even the fuck was meant to screw wit ya." Ichigo heard the man sigh deeply. "I like ya." Ichigo turned his head back warily as his hair was ruffled. "I mean like ya, ya know?"
"No." Ichigo finally realised how close Grim has gotton when all he saw were brilliant blue eyes.
"Like…" Ichigo didn't know why he allowed it, but he let himself be dragged into the man's lap until they were nose to nose. "This." Grim let his lips fall softly onto Ichigo's for a second. It was only a pressing together, no sounds, no demands, just a lip-to-lip coming together. The contrast to the brash forceful idiot the man usually was shocking and Ichigo gaped as the older man pulled back. "Ya that hottest fucker in this dive Ichi. Fucking hottest fucker I've ever met fact. I wanna do improper things ta ya. Cover ya in paint and screw ya on the canvas, rest ya ass on the keyboard as I nail ya and make lewd music wit ya, and dip ya in cocoa powder and bake ya into the sweetest dirtiest creamy cum filled cake ever. " Forehead to forehead the two men stared at each other's unblinking eyes for endless seconds. "Can I Ichi? Ya wanna be indecent wit meh?"
"Yeah." Ichigo nodded.
"Yeah?" Grim grinned with some disbelief.
"Pervert." Ichigo gave in to a small smile.