Price to Pay

Price to Pay
by: Naraku's Dark Soul

With his head buried in the pillows and his bare ass in the air, Ichigo couldn‘t recall a time when he had felt more tense. Behind him, tough, reiatsu resistant cords held his hands in place, cutting into his flesh ever so slightly, a delightful burn against his straining muscles. Trembling slightly, he waited for his partner to return with enough cord for both of his legs. Although he couldn’t sense him, he knew Grimmjow must still be in the room somewhere.

The man had just shown up out of the blue at Urahara’s shop, demanding to see him. Of course, Urahara had had no problem with this whatsoever. He let Grimmjow in and led him right to Ichigo, smiling all the while. “He’s probably watching or even video taping us right now, the old perv,” thought Ichigo, rolling his eyes and smiling despite himself. Before he could take this train of thought any further, he felt the bed sink down behind him and a characteristically rough hand land on his ass.

“Feelin‘ a little free there, are we shinigami? I got just the thing,” Grimmjow said, chuckling as he took advantage of Ichigo’s prone position, lightly slapping his ass a few times. Ichigo grunted into the pillows and raised his butt higher in response, which only caused Grimmjow to laugh harder. “You like it, don’t’cha, you shinigami slut?” he quipped as he spanked Ichigo harder, his ass no do doubt reddening by now. Each slap of Grimmjow’s hand sent a thrill through Ichigo’s body, down the length of his cock to its dripping head. He knew if the Espada kept it up any longer, he would lose himself.

“St-stop or I’m gonna….” Ichigo stuttered, muffled voice trailing off as Grimmjow’s hand paused behind him, blow no doubt ready to fall. He wilted on the bed in relief when it did not come, cock bumping the mattress slightly, leaving a wet spot on the fabric as his hips dipped downward. He didn’t want to think of what would have happened had he come without being given permission. Grimmjow loved punishing him, and as much joy as Ichigo took in the various degrading things that were demanded of him, he was always a little apprehensive of anything new. Grimmjow was so unpredictable sometimes; he had a hard time fathoming the depth of the Espada‘s depravity.

He sank further down onto the mattress, slightly dazed from his almost-release, but was yanked out of his stupor by hands roughly pulling his legs apart by the knees. “We ain’t nearly done yet,” Grimmjow said as he looped cord around Ichigo’s right knee and violently pulled it tight. Ichigo’s back arched and he sank further into the pillows as the cord dug into his flesh, waves of pleasure continuing to rock through him as Grimmjow gave his ankle the same harsh treatment before tying both off to the bedpost. He moved on to Ichigo’s other leg, this time pausing to lick the back of his knee---a particularly sensitive spot of his--eliciting an almost painful sounding moan from him before pulling the cord tight. With both his legs and arms tied tight and rebounding waves of pleasure flooding his body, Ichigo couldn’t hold back anymore. Breath coming in short gasps, he came hard, spraying both his chest and the sheets with the evidence of his pleasure. For this he gained a swift punch to the side, his ribs rocking with the impact of the blow. He gasped and writhed against Grimmjow, his convoluted mind unsure how to process the feeling of the hard flesh digging into his side.

“Who the fuck gave you permission to come, eh?” Grimmjow asked, digging his knuckles into Ichigo’s side and slapping his drooping erection for emphasis. Ichigo tried to close his legs to protect himself from a repeat of the semi-unwanted sensation, but was prevented from doing so by the harshly tight cords trapping them. He groaned, half in frustration of his interrupted afterglow, and half in renewed ardeur. Upon receiving no response from him other than his fidgeting and muffled cries, Grimmjow slapped his cock again. “Well?”

“No one…I‘m sorry, Grimmjow,” Ichigo said, panting slightly, his voice muffled by the pillows pressing against his face. Grimmjow curled a calloused hand around his cock and squeezed slightly in response.

“Damn right I didn’t fucking give you permission. And it’s master to you, bitch. Don’t ever forget who you belong to. You come when I say you can,” he said, giving Ichigo’s half-flaccid cock a harsh squeeze, gaining a moan from him, before letting it drop. Ichigo felt the bed move as Grimmjow left it, and heard his footsteps as he also left the room. He was alone for a few minutes, fidgeting uncomfortably, arms and legs starting to grow sore from prolonged abuse, before Grimmjow returned, his footfalls distinct on the wooden floor.

He almost breathed a sigh of relief; he had honestly thought Grimmjow might leave him there, bound and nude, where anyone could find him as punishment, but he knew better than that. He might leave him still, but not until he was completely satisfied. Things were far from over. Almost as if on cue, he felt the bed sink down again as Grimmjow resumed his previous position behind him. There was a moment of stillness, then he felt something hard pressing against his asshole.

“Didja think you’d get away without punishment?” Grimmjow scoffed, pressing the hardness against his entrance until his muscles gave, pushing it inside a little bit. “I’d tear ya a new one if I wasn’t so goddamn horny. All your fuckin’ fault. Always training and shit so I can’t see ya,” he continued as he pushed the thing harder into his dry asshole. Ichigo balked at the intrusion, wishing he had some lube to make things easier. He hated getting his ass chafed. It always burned when he was training or trying to take a dump. He couldn’t stand it.

There was a strange clicking noise and the thing inside him sprang to life, vibrating hard as the Espada plunged it all the way into his ass, hitting that spot inside of him that made want to scream. He was instantly hard again, uncaring that there was no lube. He bucked back against Grimmjow’s waiting hand, straining against his bonds, letting out one long groan as Grimmjow withdrew the object and plunged it back into him. Although the thing was smaller than average, it more than made up for it with the strong vibrations that made Ichigo writhe with pleasure. Panting hard and trying to control himself, he swore into the pillows as he realized what it must be.

“Grimmjow, is that my---”

“Shut the fuck up,” he replied, cutting Ichigo off by plunging the thing back into his ass and grabbing his dick at the same time. Ichigo winced, his mouth open wide to reply, but all that came out was another, somewhat strangled sounding moan. “Ya look so indecent, shinigami. All tied up, being fucked by your own toothbrush, and loving it,” Grimmjow said, laughing as he pumped said toothbrush in and out of his ass. Ichigo was incensed.

“I knew it! That’s my---ah---my fucking toothbrush you asshole!” he exclaimed, trying vainly to reach back for it. “Ah---fucking stop it already. I have to brush my teeth with that!” he continued, still trying to reach for it. Grimmjow let go of his dick and easily slapped his hands away.

“Sit back and take it. This’s your punishment for disobeying me and ya know it,” Grimmjow said, still chuckling as he thrust the toothbrush in and out of Ichigo’s ass. Mad as he was, it was all Ichigo could do not to come. Each time Grimmjow hit his prostate, the sensual feeling vibrations made him groan and press his ass against his partners hand, desperately seeking more. This apparently amused Grimmjow, as Ichigo heard him laugh harder as he slapped him on the ass again. Ichigo ignored the Espada’s laughter, and focused on maintaining control of himself. If he came again without permission, there was no telling what Grimmjow would do this time. Using his own toothbrush as a dildo had been bad enough. He didn’t have to worry about this long, however, as the offending object was pulled from him rather roughly, and he heard it clatter to the floor, vibrating along the wood there.

A squirting noise sounded behind him, and he winced as two slick fingers pushed into his now stretched asshole. The fingers moved around a bit, and soon after, retreated, leaving him feeling empty until he felt the familiar hardness of Grimmjow’s cock against his entrance. He sighed in relief as the man pushed his slick cock into him as deep as he could go.

Grimmjow smacked Ichigo on the ass and swore as he tightened around his dick, before sliding out and pushing roughly back in. The hard, throbbing cock in his ass was so large that Ichigo couldn’t help the involuntary spasms that raced through him. He panted, wanting nothing more than to be fucked hard into the mattress, loving it when Grimmjow gripped his hips hard in preparation for just that. He began a rough pace, slamming into Ichigo hard enough to make him slide forward into the pillows, cords pulling harshly on his legs, digging into them hard enough to cut off his circulation. This only fueled Ichigo’s desire, and he pressed back against his partner as much as the cords would allow, rocking forward again with Grimmjow’s powerful return thrusts. Any momentary aches and pains were forgotten as Grimmjow filled him again and again, his balls slapping against the bottom of Ichigo‘s ass. His fingers dug into Ichigo’s hips hard enough to bruise, nails cutting into his flesh, leaving thin crimson trails of blood to flow down his sides and drip onto the already sullied sheets.

The stinging pain from these minor wounds only brought Ichigo closer to ecstasy. He could feel the painful tension in his balls begin to worsen, could feel the way his nipples stood erect, the friction from the sheet causing them to harden. Grimmjow was panting hard now as well, his pace becoming faster and more erratic with each thrust. He pounded into Ichigo with wild abandon, clearly lost in his forthcoming orgasmic bliss. Ichigo groaned as his partner hit his prostate, and this was all it took to send him over the edge. He came, screaming his ecstasy into the pillows, semen squirting out to stain what little clean space remained on the sheets. In the throes of passion, he bucked back against Grimmjow, and this was enough to send him over the edge as well, his hot come pumping deep into Ichigo’s ass as he swore loudly and raked his nails down Ichigo‘s back.

For a few moments, there was nothing but a chorus of pants and the sound of the toothbrush vibrating against the floorboards, then Grimmjow pulled out and Ichigo felt the bed shift as he slid off, cursing again as he apparently stepped on the toothbrush. Ichigo heard him pad away and assumed he was going to the bathroom to wash. They never used condoms, so it was only natural he would want to get cleaned up right away. He could only hope Grimmjow would return with a much needed washcloth and help him out too.

He sat in exhausted silence, slumped over on the bed, come and blood streaming down his body, waiting for Grimmjow to return, which he wished would happen soon. He had an itch on his upper back that he just could not reach, no matter how hard he tried. The damage the cords had caused was also becoming more apparent to him now that his orgasmic haze was starting to fade. His back felt raw where Grimmjow had scratched him, and he couldn’t wait to take a shower and nap. Every time they were together, Grimmjow always wore him out. That was why he had lately been avoiding the Espada, though with dire consequences, it seemed. Grimmjow had been much more vigorous than usual this time. Ichigo sighed, wishing he had never avoided him and vowing it wouldn‘t happen again. He got horny too, but he could take care of himself if needed. Grimmjow, apparently, couldn’t---or wouldn’t. He was almost asleep, despite it all, when he heard Grimmjow’s distinct footsteps enter the room and approach the bed, heard him pick up the vibrating toothbrush. He felt hopeful for a second that Grimmjow was going to help him out, but when no washcloth came and he didn’t leave the room, but instead sank back down on the bed, he started to get nervous. Suddenly Grimmjow chuckled.

“And this’s for not callin’ me master, bitch. You’re a good lay, but ya need to learn some fuckin’ manners,” Grimmjow said as he slid the toothbrush back into Ichigo’s sore ass, angling it so it touched his prostate, just enough to torture him. He slid off the bed a final time, laughing as he padded away and left the indignant Ichigo to his fate.