Tales of the Chore Boy

It was Hanataro’s last day on sewer duty, as Lady Unohana had passed down word that the smell was starting to meld with his clothes, so Hanataro had decided to do the best damn clean-up job these sewers had ever seen. Unfortunately, a rather large rat had spooked him bad enough to make him get temporarily lost in the maze-like tunnels, leaving his mop basically on the other side of the Seireitei. However, it only took Hanataro a minute or two to get his bearings straight.

“Oh, this is right beneath the Twelfth Division base of operations! So if I go this way for about a mi- huh?” From the direction he was pointing, another male had come flying out of the darkness faster than some bats fled Hell. The man cried out before pulling short of Hanataro, panting and wheezing hard in doubled-over agony.

“Nearest exit. Where?” The man huffed, looking up at the confused boy. Stuttering lightly, Hanataro pointed in the direction he’d just come from himself; the man was off like a shot, and Hanataro couldn’t help but turn around to watch him go.

“Wonder what’s got him so scared?” He mumbled to himself. He didn’t see how the glasses of the figure sneaking up on him glinted in one of the small lanterns illuminating a small area within the sewers. Her steps were catlike, slow and steady; while Hanataro never detected her behind him, he sure as hell felt it when she suddenly jabbed him in the back of the neck, hitting just the right spot. He dropped like a sack of potatoes and never got to see his assailant before being slowly dragged away, succumbing to the darkness.

When he finally came to, he groaned groggily, shaking his head lightly; he couldn’t help but wonder where the asteroid that smashed into the back of his head had gone. When he tried to rub the back of his head, he found out that his hands were tied away from his body. Looking down, so were his legs; still looking down, he also found out that he had, along the way, lost his clothes, save for his boxer shorts.

“Ooh… where am I? Where’re my clothes?” he groaned loudly, straining against the bindings, to no avail. He was too weak, and the bindings, despite feeling like some sort of silk, were just way to strong. Resting his head back on whatever he was tied to, he found that it was very comfortable; further investigation proved it to be a large bed, and his head was resting on easily one of the most comfortable pillows this side of the Kuchiki mansion.

“Good, you’ve finally woken up. It’s a good thing you aren’t very strong; I would have felt bad if I had to really harm my replacement test subject.” The voice was soft, but held no form of gentleness or caring; the feminine could put up a decent facsimile of emotion, but the illusion was lost when one really listened to her. When the woman stepped from the shadows, Hanataro’s gaping face visibly paled, more so than usual. Standing over him was Nemu Kurotsuchi, the ‘daughter’ of the mad Twelfth Division Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi. Hanataro figured he was as good as dead.

“Gah! Wh-what do you want with me? I never did anything to you! P-please let me go!” Hanataro began thrashing slightly against the binds, but still to no use; he just wasn’t tough enough. Nemu waved a finger back and forth slowly, shaking her head and ‘tsk’ing him.

“That is untrue; because of you, my perfectly good Eleventh Division specimen got away. I do not enjoy trying to re-capture prey that will see me coming, so like I said, it’s a good thing you aren’t very strong at all.” Her smile, while probably meaning to be slightly comforting, was more condescending than anything else. As he groaned and rested his head against the pillows, he couldn’t help but look at her; she wore her usual lieutenant’s garb, with the hakama ditched in favor of a miniskirt, mini being the operative term. Even with the several layers of clothing on, though, it was plainly visible that there wasn’t much to this girl; Mayuri had made her for science and little else, so giving her greater endowments probably would’ve simply gone to waste. Well, to him, at least.

“Ooh… you aren’t going to kill me, are you?” he mumbled, closing his eyes and expecting the worst. Rather than answer, she simply shrugged.

“I am unsure. I suppose it depends on what my instructions tell me.” This got Hanataro’s attention, and made him open his eyes and turn his head to look at her. When he saw the ‘instructions’ she was holding, it was all he could do to keep from crying out; it was a book that, while he forgot the name of, proudly displayed itself as having ‘all the science of the human body mixed with the fun of the kama sutra!’; Hanataro remembered this book from his last birthday, when he’d been asleep at a library chair. Some of his upperclassmen had decided it would be great kicks to take a copy, open it up to a page detailing the male anatomy in humiliating detail, and slip it beneath his head to snap some photos. It didn’t help that it looked as though he was drooling all over the book in eagerness when it was only sleep…

It was at about this moment that he realized exactly what these ‘experiments’ would detail, and he began pondering gnawing his own arms off to get out of the predicament before he was drawn from this line of thought by the sudden weight of Nemu placing herself on his stomach; she wasn’t a heavy girl, but the displacement in weight was enough to make herself very well noticed. Rather than see his bright red face, the girl had the book held up to her own while she read several paragraphs before setting it down on the nightstand table, placing her glasses next to it.

“Now then, let’s get started.” And, slowly, she lowered herself down to meet the boy face to face, smiling gently before giving him a soft peck on the lips, repeating the kiss several times, each time holding a bit longer and getting a small bit deeper; in seconds, her tongue had forced it’s way into his mouth, and his will be damned, his body refused to do as he told it, returning the kiss hungrily. She broke the kiss after a second, before he could really devote himself to it, and he whimpered at the sudden loss of her lips against his. This time her head wormed past his face, her teeth catching hold of his right earlobe and nibbling gently, drawing a small ‘mmm’ of delight from him; when she bit a little harder, he yelped, making her smile against his head.

“Mm, then this is the theory: gentle teasing leads to a more pleasurable experience than rougher handling. That is, unless you wish to tell me now that you much prefer pain?” She smiled, sitting back up on his stomach, fingers slowly caressing his cheek as she waited for an answer; he was quick to shake his head, so the wait wasn’t very long.

“Good. Now we test the theory.” Her hands slowly caressed first his chin, then his neck and chest, her lips leaving a trail of fire with every kiss that followed the touches. He was enjoying her too much for this to be any sort of science he’d had to sit through in the academy, and it got a good bit more fun when her lips suddenly wrapped around his right nipple, turning the tables on what he thought was the norm. She sucked at him slowly, her tongue flicking against him as she threw soft kisses into the mix; Hanataro moaned gently in pleasure, hands clenching as he allowed himself to appreciate the feeling of Nemu’s ministrations. When she brought her head off of his chest, he thought it was too soon.

“The gentle touch brought pleasure, as expected… now, the variable.” He blinked in confusion once, but he forgot all about his confusion when she lowered her head to his chest again, this time catching his left nipple in her mouth. This time, however, she bit and pulled, not far, but enough to stretch skin; this time, Hanataro did cry out, a mixture of pain and odd pleasure as Nemu licked, bit, and tugged. She continued on through his gasps and groans, the occasional ‘please stop’ falling from his mouth; she wasn’t there for him, however, and this was her research. She would do as she deemed fit. After a moment, her head rose again, a satisfied smirk on her lips as her hands came up to slowly rub his chest, thumbs kneading both the pleased and battered nipples.

“Aw, I don’t think you liked the second one as much, Mr. Yamada. Tell me, is that the case?” He could only whimper and nod softly, panting again at her soft touch; maybe his initial thoughts were wrong. Maybe this girl was more evil than her ‘father’. Rather than remark on this, Nemu retrieved her book and returned to reading, humming softly. The anticipation was killing Hanataro. Finally, after a few more moments reading, she set the book back down.

“I’ve no more theories or speculations, Mr. Yamada… but I do now intend to see for myself the reactions the book tells me I should be getting. I’m certain you won’t object too much.” With that and a wicked smile, she slowly slipped off of his stomach and onto the floor again, opening a drawer in her nightstand. When she found what she was looking for, she turned back to the bound Shinigami boy and brought her scissors to bear. His heart racing, Hanataro closed his eyes and braced himself for a big ouch. Instead, he heard the sound of fabric being cut; when he looked down, she had cut his boxers along the outside of his right leg, allowing her to pull them down and pool them at his left ankle, revealing his entire body to her scrutinizing eyes. His face was tomato red and his member was standing at full attention; whatever his mind might say, his body wanted what it wanted, and it wanted it soon.

“My, my, maybe you enjoyed that more than I expected…” And then, smiling, she laid herself flat on the bed at Hanataro’s feet and slowly wormed her way up, stopping when her face hovered just above his crotch; before he could voice any questions, she had already began kissing and gently licking the tip of his erection, drawing loud moans from him already. She smiled at the response she got from him, stopping her kisses long enough to pull him into her mouth, her lips clamping tight around his shaft as she began slowly drawing her head up and down his length, sucking on him like a wriggling Popsicle. He quivered and moaned beneath her, fingernails digging into his own palms; he didn’t know how detailed the book must have been, but if this was her first time doing this, than he was praising literature in a whole new light.

When her fingers began assisting her mouth in pleasing his shaft, he didn’t think much of it; her skin was silky smooth and felt like heaven come physical as they massaged his length; when her index finger entered her mouth and began caressing his head, he began moaning anew; god bless books! It was about a minute before her suckling slowed down and her hand left his manhood; when her hand began going south, he suddenly started suspecting something bad was about to happen. Her fingernails dragged across the taut skin of his ass, her tongue simultaneously working in circles around his head. His groaning turned to whimpering when the finger she had been suckling on suddenly pressed against his own opening, his panting turning ragged when he realized where she was going with this. With no bravado, her finger entered him.

He did cry out when she started slowly pumping her finger, her lips taking in more and more of him as she went, her slowly thrusts causing him to involuntarily thrust himself. Suddenly, there was another of her fingers inside him, her hand fucking him while he did the same to her mouth; when her fingers hit the sweet spot, he screamed in a mixture of very slight pain and very pronounced pleasure. With another hard thrust, he filled her mouth with his seed, and she took it in like it was little more than a glass of milk. He rode the waves of joy for a good two minutes before moaning gave way to tired panting; when he stopped feeding the living gigai, she slowly withdrew from and off him, licking her lips in delight.

“Hanataro Yamada, I am happy to tell you that you are a very healthy young man.” With that, she again opened up her nightstand and withdrew something he couldn’t make out until it was presented before his face: a green bottle of Shinten, the odd Fourth-Division serum that would instantly knock out the person it was administered to with a single drop, provided they had weak spiritual energy. When she uncapped the bottle, however, it was a dark red rather than its normal lime green color; undoubtedly a stronger version she had only recently produced. Without a word, she put a single drop on his weary forehead, and he was out like a light. Once he was out, Nemu walked to the far corner of her bedroom and reached into the low-hanging corner; she then turned off and retrieved the videotape she had placed there, courtesy of Rangiku Matsumoto, and placed in a small bag she would later give to the aforementioned woman.

When Hanataro woke up three hours later, he was fully clothed in a new change of his standard uniform, preventing the smell of sewers to follow him in, and he was resting on one of the medical-room beds in the Fourth Division HQ. Groaning, he simply laid back down and tried to will himself back to sleep; tomorrow would start another day, and hopefully, he would return to his life of being utterly ignored; not likely, but hopefully.