Ichigo was curled into a ball with his head in Rayne's lap and his legs in Grimmjows's. Grimmjow understood why Ichigo laid his head in Rayne's lap. He didn't have a problem with it either. Ichigo was half asleep, so he could still hear what they were talking about. Pantera sat next Grimmjow and rubbed her head against his hand. "What were you gonna say before Ichigo came home?" Rayne asked. Grimmjow sighed. "Yes, I've been through the same thing. The only difference was that you were saved, I wasn't."

Rayne frowned at the confession. Voices spoke in Grimmjow's head as memories flashed in his mind. "Now way, Shiro. I aint getting involved in this shit."

"Come on, Grim. They know all of us, but they don't know ya. Yer the only outsider we can trust. Just do this fer me. I'll even pay ya maself. I won't ask ya for anything else." There was a long pause. "Please. Pretty please, Grimkitty."

"Don't fucking call me that! Fine!"

"Yes!"

"I'm going to regret this." Grimmjow grumbled.

"Grimmjow?"

"Hm?"

"What happened?"

"I was only asked to drop off a package. They needed someone that their clients didn't know,"

"My guess is so the clients can't blame your friend's own men for it, since you didn't work for them." Rayne guessed. Grimmjow never thought about it that way. If he did, would he still accept it. Now with that thought in mind, he was even more irritated than before. After putting that thought into mind, it seemed more like a trap than before. He never thought his friend would set him up. "Did you know what it was before you gave it to them?" Rayne asked.

"Nope."

*Flashback*

Five years ago

"For the last time, I don't know shit about this thing. I was sent to deliver it and that's it." Grimmjow was forced on the ground with his arms tied behind his back. He sat on the floor with his legs crossed. Three men held him down to his knees. He glared at the man who sat in front of him on his makeshift throne. There were several men on either side of him. He held the brown package that Grimmjow was asked to give them. "Oh, so you don't work for them? Check him." A large man stood in front of Grimmjow.

"What the hell are you doing?" The man on the throne smirk sot the sound of fabric ripping. "He don't have their tat, boss." One of the men spoke up and the big man moved away. Grimmjow glared at the boss. "I fucking told ya. I don't know anything about this. Now, can I go home?"

The boss shook his head no. "We have to test the product first." The boss explained while opening the package. It was a small black case. Grimmjow furrowed his eyebrows at the case. Grimmjow was nervous, no doubt. It was obvious this guy was planning on using whatever was in that case on him. Question was, what's in the case?

The boss stood up from his throne and opened the case. He showed a water bottle. "So, who's thirsty?" The boss smirked as several men stepped forward, including the big guy. Grimmjow as forced to watched all of the volunteering men, drinking from the bottle. The boss sat back on his throne and rested his cheek against his fist. "Let the show begin." Grimmjow eyed the man in confusion, but the boss points to the men who drank the water. Their eyes seemed to glow a deep red color.

Their pants tightened, revealing large bulges. There was no way that was happening. He bit his lip and tensed up as fingers pinched his nipples. "Get the fuck off!" Grimmjow snatched away, only for a hand to yank his hair. He winced as he was forced to look up. He gagged in disgust as one of the men's uncircumcised dicks touched his face. He turned his head away and pressed his lips together. The tip rubbed against his cheek, but he refused. He felt hot flesh rub against his back. "Come on kid, just join in on the fun." The boss teased from his seat. Grimmjow refused to want any of this. How was he going to get out of it?

If he opened his mouth, this jerk would just force that thing in his mouth. He was too lost in thought to realize the hands moving to the front of his jeans. His eyes widened when he heard a rip and felt a breeze down yonder. "Be gentle boys. He hasn't done this before." Arms wrapped around his chest and a tongue licked the side of his neck. He shuddered in disgust and a hand yanked on his blue locks. The heavy breathing turned him off even more. He pulled one leg back and kicked in the man's leg that stood in front of him.

His knee went inward and the man fell to the floor screaming out in pain. "Awe, poor him." The boss mocked. The man screamed in pain, but crawled back over. Grimmjow kicked him in the face. The man still reached for him, so Grimmjow kicked again, until they held his legs down. "You." The boss points to a random man. "Take care of him." The boss ordered, pointing to a separate door. The man carried the injured man into the room. "You two, help." Two more begrudgingly leave the room.

"Bring him here." Grimmjow struggled to get away, but too many of them held on and forced them over to their boss. He forcibly knelt in front of the boss. The boss grabbed a fistful of hair and made Grimmjow look up. "So you didn't know why you were asked to deliver this?" Grimmjow didn't answer, since he already knew. "No one wanted to be the guinea pig to this new drug. So they figured they'd find kid from outside of the business to try it out. I'm sure you realize who's idea it was." The boss thumbed to the right and out of the corner of his eyes was the golden eyed albino standing in the open doorway. He wasn't wearing his usual smirk. His face was as blank as a sheet of paper.

Why would he do this? What was the purpose? The more he thought, the angrier he got. A hand grabbed his face and he forced to look at the boss again. The boss's face was inches away from Grimmjow. "Why don't we have some fun?" Warm lips touched his own and a tongue pushed its way past closed lips. He could feel something being forced down his throat. His body started to heat up rather quickly and he started to squirm. He broke the kiss and turned his head away.

"The hell did you do?"

"Let's just say, it will make you more obedient and willing to participate."

"D-damn you-." He took in a deep breath as someone squeezed his nipples again. That hot flesh returned to his back. "St-stop it." His demand started to sound more like a plea, the more they played with his now sensitive body. "B-basta-" The boss took the opportunity to stick his dick in Grimmjow's mouth. "Don't bite."

Grimmjow's brain fought with his body not to obey as the man thrusts forward. "You sure know what you're doing for someone who's never done this before." Grimmjow could feel the tip hit the back of his throat and the dick on his back moved faster. His face heats up and his dick twitched slightly. "Feels good. Damn you're good." The boss grabbed the back of his head he buried Grimmjow's face in pubic hair. Grimmjow's eyes watered in disgust as he tasted the salty substance going down his throat.

Something splashed onto his back. The boss removed himself from Grimmjow's mouth and he spit out what was left. The boss grabbed his hair again and turned his head to look into his defiant blue eyes. "Obviously, the drug hasn't taken full effect." The boss let go of Grimmjow hair and pushed him onto the floor. One guy immediately sat on Grimmjow's chest and leaned forward. The man squeezed Grimmjow's cheeks to open his mouth. Once it was open, the tip touched his tongue. The man leaned further forward until his hands laid flat on the floor. The tip of another penis rested at the back of his throat.

Hips lifted and thrusts forward creating a rhythm. "You're right boss, he is good." Grimmjow squeezed his eyes shut as something wet move up the underside of his own half hard member. Then something wet pushed its way through his virgin entrance. "He's hard now, boss." Grimmjow didn't need a full view to know they were telling the truth and he hated it. He hated agrreing to do this job and now he hated Shiro. His own friend set him up. "Ya think the drug's in full effect?"

"Only one way to find out."

Grimmjow chocked on the amount of semen going down his throat. He heard the man sigh in relief before removing himself. His eyes widened in fear as the boss was positioned in between his legs. He panicked when he felt pressure against his anus. 'No. No. No. No.' His body shook in anticipation. "Ready, kid?" More pressure was added. "I swear I'm going to fucking kill yo-" Grimmjow grinded his teeth as the boss push forward. "Dammit! Stop it! Fucking bastard!"

"Someone keep his mouth busy."

Another penis was forced into his mouth. His eyes watered at the horrible stench coming from this one. What was worse, being forced to suck an unwashed penis, or being fucked? He couldn't differentiate the lesser of two evils. The penis in his mouth muffled the screams as the boss snapped forward. That brought him closer to his limit, but he refused to succumb to the pain and pleasure. Soon enough the wet heat returned and someone once again, pinched his nipples.

He was torturing himself, trying not to give in. 'Make it stop. Make it stop.' He continued to chant in his head. What did he do to deserve this? As the third man came in his mouth, the boss pulled out and flipped him over. His ass was now in the air and his face was forced to the ground. The boss snapped is hips forward and Grimmjow saw stars.

He shuddered as he couldn't hold it in anymore. He could feel something wet touch his knees. "Not talking anymore, kid?" Grimmjow rested his forehead on the floor and said nothing. "Guess it's up to us to get you talking again. Right boys?"

"Right!" Hands touch the back of his thighs and he was lifted into the air. Only the tip of the boss's penis was left in. Another man walked in between his leg. His heart sped up as he realized this man was bigger than the boss and those dicks he was forced to suck. As the man moved closer Grimmjow pushed him away. Someone grabbed their poor victim's wrists and held them up high. The other man pushed himself in with his boss's own.

He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as both tips made it in, stretching him painfully. He looked up in time to see Shiro walk away from the doorway. Why wouldn't he help? His thoughts were cut short as both men thrust into him at the same time. He let out a blood curdling scream as he felt himself being ripped apart from the inside. Not given any time to adjust, one thrusted in after the other. "St-stop, please." He begged through pained sobs. He was at his breaking point and this was anything but pleasure. The man in front of him stopped and looked at Grimmjow. He refused to look up at his rapist.

Grimmjow did see his blood mix with his semen. Out of guilt, the man pulled out and backed away. If the boss wasn't holding him, Grimmjow would've been dropped onto the floor. "So, you won't do it?"

The man that backed out shook his head and walked away from the group. Relief was sort lived when someone else took his place. He wasn't as big as the last but it still hurt like hell. They started a rhythm again and this time, they kept going. Once those two finished another two started. Then more joined in with the two. He was forced into every doable position imaginable. By the time they were done, it was night time and he was covered in semen. Cuts and bruises littered his body and he could barely move.

It was only supposed to be a ten minute job, what was he going to tell Nel? This was the third time he skipped out on her. No, he can't tell her what happened. The embarrassment that followed only made him hate himself more. He balled up his fist and slammed it on the floor. "Dammit."

He then heard quiet footsteps and he inwardly panicked. 'Go away, dammit.'

"You can't stay here all night, ya know. They're gonna come back and do this again."

"Just….fuck off. I can get home myself."

Someone knelt into the nasty mixture on the floor. "If you could, you would've left. Or was it your pride that refused to let you leave?" Grimmjow could say nothing to the man. Was it his pride or pain?

He heard a sigh, but he didn't react. "Look, I've got a place nearby. You can stay there until you feel better. Or would you rather have Nel beat your ass for standing her up, again?"

His eyes widened. How did he know Nel? Who the hell was this guy. "Look. You wanna keep this secret, that's fine. Let me help, kid." Grimmjow begrudgingly accepted the stranger's help.

*End Flashback*

Rayne still frowned at his friend and Ichigo looked at the blank tv with a sullen look. "I hadn't spoken to him, until he came to my place to talk to Ichigo." Grimmjow admitted and Rayne was speechless. Grimmjow stretched and stood up from the sofa. "I'm hungry. What's in the fridge?" Ichigo sat up and glared at the man, as he strolled into the kitchen. Ichigo scribbled something angrily and set it on the table. In anger, Ichigo grabbed an empty beer bottle and threw it at Grimmjow's head. "Ow, what the fuck?!" He rubbed the back of his head and glared in time to see Ichigo stomp off to his room. Grimmjow followed suit."Hey, get back here, you-" Ichigo slammed the door shut and locked it.

Grimmjow stared in disbelief. "The fuck did I do now?" Rayne read what was scribbled on the dry erase board. "This explains it." He turns to look at Rayne, who lazily waved the board.