Naughty Grimmy

Naughty Grimmy

When Noitra invited him for a cup of tea Grimmjow was sure he misheard something. But after a while it turned out that he really was invited. He didn’t trust Noitra, and was sure the tall arrancar wanted something from him. But out of curiosity he decided to go.

There was really a cup of tea waiting for him. Noitra seemed awfully nice to him, and Grimmjow knew it was only a mask. The creepy arrancar wouldn’t invite him because he liked him or felt lonely. There had to be another reason.

“Ok, what do you want?” Grimmjow had enough of that absurd.

“I heard you disobeyed Aizen-sama for a few times, and you don’t show him respect he deserves.”

“It’s not your fucking business!”

“Actually it is since Aizen-sama ordered me to punish you.” Noitra smirked like a devil.

“Is it a joke?”

“I hardly ever joke, Grimmjow.”

He didn’t know if the tea caused that, but he started feeling dizzy. Noitra was still smirking, and it wasn’t a good sign. Grimmjow stood up, and tried to leave the room, but before he reached the door he lost consciousness.


As soon as Grimmjow woke up, the fear overtook him. He found himself naked, in a lying position, with his hands chained to the wall, legs spread wide apart, also chained. Aizen was sitting in front of him, with Noitra standing on his right.

“What’s going on?” Grimmjow asked, feeling highly insecure.

“I thought Noitra already told you.” Replied Aizen with his typical, calm voice. “He’s going to punish you.”

“Why him?”

Soon Grimmjow regretted that he had asked, because Noitra approached him and smacked him with a whip, Grimmjow hadn’t noticed before.

“Shut up! You will talk when Aizen-sama let you. You didn’t think he would soil his hands punishing the trash like you, did you?”

“You were very naughty, so I need to make sure you shall know your place from now on.” Said Aizen. “Noitra, you can proceed. Something light for the beginning.”

Grimmjow shivered when he saw his master’s evil smile, but tried not to show fear. Noitra took something from the box prepared before. Grimmjow recognized the object – anal beads. He turned pale.

“Aizen-sama wishes it to be light at the beginning so I’ll use some lotion.” Noitra took the bottle of lube from the box as well. He knelt between Grimmjow’s legs, admiring the sight. “I wish you could see this. Your hole is already twitching.” He lubed the toy, but before he inserted it, he pushed a slick finger into arrancar’s anus.

Grimmjow hissed and struggled, but the chains kept him in place. He looked at Aizen who was sitting comfortably in his chair, and watching everything with a smile.

‘Sick, perverted bastard.’ Thought the arrancar.

Soon he stopped thinking about his master, and focused on his current situation. The first bead was pushed inside him, and he clenched his teeth. It didn’t really hurt to have this kind of object in his ass, but the feeling was unpleasant. What’s more he found it very humiliating, being spread like that before Noitra and Aizen.

The second bead slipped inside him, then another one, and another one, until all of them fitted in. Noitra pushed his index finger as far as it could go, and withdrew it. Only a string was sticking out of Grimmjow’s ass. Poor arrancar started blushing.

“It’s a very nice view indeed.” Aizen chuckled.

“Oh my, he’s already half-erect.” Noitra said with amusement. “And his nipples are standing as well.” He pinched one and rolled it between his fingers, then brushed another one. It made Grimmjow’s cock grew even harder.

“He’s enjoying this too much.” Commented Aizen.

“I will fix it.” Noitra whipped Grimmjow again.

The tormented arrancar tried not to make any sound, but it was hard. The blows really hurt, and they left red marks on his skin.

“Enough! Continue the show.” Ordered Aizen.

Noitra pulled lightly at the string, the first two beads coming out. He did it very slowly, savoring the moment, the action creating dirty sounds.

When all the beads were outside, he took them and show them to Grimmjow.

“And now, open your mouth.”

There was no way Grimmjow would take them into his mouth. He wasn’t afraid of anything dirty. He was empty inside, since he was an arrancar, but still tasting something which was in his ass would be disgusting.

“Or should I whip you?”

It was convincing enough. Grimmjow opened his mouth and let a few beads being pushed inside. They tasted mostly of lube, which was awful, but better then being whipped.

“I though you would be more rebellious. You’re no fun at all.” Noitra tossed the toy aside.

“Give him some time.” Said Aizen. “I assure you he will show more reaction. Put some water into him.”

Grimmjow became even paler then he already was. He nervously watched the tall arrancar taking the bucket of water, and an apparatus which usage was obvious.

“You have to be kidding me!” The blue-haired male shouted.

“See? I told you.” Aizen looked pretty amused.

The device was filled with water, and soon Grimmjow felt the cold tip touching his opening. He prepared himself mentally for what was coming. The tip slide inside him, and the water flew. The sweat covered his body, he tried hard to break the chains, but he was trapped. He tried to keep everything inside and he clenched his teeth.

“Put in some more.” Ordered Aizen, licking his lips.

The look of utter horror could be seen on Grimmjow’s face. Some more? He already felt totally full. But Noitra pumped more water inside him, and poor arrancar started whimpering. He wouldn’t describe what he felt as pain, but it was horrible enough. He wanted to get rid of the water, but doing it in front of Aizen and Noitra would be even more humiliating.

“I think he’s at his limits.” Announced the arrancar.

“Don’t make me laugh. He can take more.” Aizen was merciless.

“Please, Aizen-sama, don’t!” Grimmjow begged, totally forgetting abut his pride.

“How dare you speak.” Noitra slapped him in the face, and the third enema went in. Grimmjow looked miserable, and it seemed he would cry any minute, but he didn’t.

“Make sure he won’t spill anything.” When Aizen said that, Noitra revealed his penis and positioned it between Grimmjow’s buttocks.

“Please, don’t do it.”

This time Noitra didn’t slap him, just sank inside his tight channel. Grimmjow screamed. It hurt as hell. He was already stretched by the beads, but it didn’t help much. Noitra didn’t give him time to adjust, and started pounding. His member diving very deep, filling Grimmjow’s ass totally.

“I can feel the water inside you. Such an exciting feeling.” Noitra groaned, and kept moving.

Grimmjow moaned in pain every time he was penetrated. He nearly forgot about the water. He closed his eyes, hoping his torment will end soon.

Noitra let out the last groan, and filled him with his seed. When he pulled out Grimmjow wasn’t able to keep everything inside anymore. The water, mixed with the blood and semen, leaked out of his gaping hole, creating a puddle under his ass.

And when he thought that the torture ended at last, he felt Noitra’s fingers probing him. With half-opened eyes, he looked at the tall arrancar.

“Wha... what are you doing?” His voice was barely a whisper.

“It was the main dish, now the desert.” Noitra smirked, and pushed more fingers inside Grimmjow’s body.

“It hurts!” The blue-haired arrancar screamed, his muscles tensing.

“Of course it hurts. That’s the point.” Noitra’s fist slipped inside.

Grimmjow’s body spasmed, and the tears leaked out of his eyes. He screamed, and begged until he had no more strenght to do it. Then Noitra withdrew his hand, cleaned it in the water, and stood up.

“Do you want me to torture him some more, master?” He asked Aizen.

“I think he already got the lesson he deserved.” The shinigami came closer to the semi-conscious arrancar. “You look pretty used. Your hole is so loose I can see through it.” He chuckled. “I’m sure from now on you will obey me.” He circled Grimmjow’s nipples. “Because if you don’t, something worse can happen to you.” He pinched one nub. “You can unchain him.” He told Noitra and left.

Grimmjow was carried to his chamber because he couldn’t even walk. He got a lesson he would always remember.


The end