Kinky Times at Karakura High

by kingnothing1996 (ao3)

“How long has it been Ichigo?” Rukia asked as she looked at her taller friend. “A week, a week and a half, or two weeks?” she questioned as a grin appeared on her face. “Not that it matters now,” she added as she approached Ichigo, the latex of her outfit creaking with each movement.

The Soul Reaper was clad in a latex leotard that heavily resembled the uniform of Karakura High School, but with several key differences (aside from the obvious). Rukia’s legs were almost completely bare, with only a pair of black boots that stopped just below her knees providing any coverage. In lieu of the normal uniform’s skirt, there were ruffles along Rukia’s hips, the same shade of gray as the majority of the leotard. Instead of ending at her wrists, the sleeves covered most of Rukia’s hands, leaving just her fingers exposed. The final difference was the addition of a thin metallic collar hidden under the light gray of the leotard that covered her neck. Rukia had managed to get Kisuke Urahara to redesign what she dubbed the “dominant” collar, drastically reducing its size compared to the other collars, though it kept the same functions. 

In front of Rukia was Ichigo Kurosaki. Like Rukia, he too was clad in a latex version of the Karakura High School uniform, though much to his relief it was a full latex suit and not a leotard like Rukia’s outfit. His legs were covered by gray latex, though he lacked any sort of boots. His hands were covered in latex as well, but unlike Rukia his fingers were encased within gray latex mittens that rendered the digits useless. Latex straps emerged from the mittens and wrapped around Ichigo’s torso, forcing his arms into a tight self hug. A thick metal collar was locked around his neck, the source of the latex that covered his body. In his mouth was a large yellow ball gag with red straps that stretched his mouth and would have been uncomfortable for anyone less experienced. Finally, at his crotch was a noticeable spherical bulge which trapped cock. 

“Mnn hnnmm mghncphmm hnmm mnng,” Ichigo groaned into his gag, causing more drool to drip down onto his bound body. His legs were folded and latex straps wrapped around them, essentially frog tying the young man. It had been two weeks since Ichigo’s cock, which was currently desperately straining against the null bulge, had been able to fully harden. That meant it had been two weeks since he had cum. 

(You know exactly how long)

“Glad you agree Ichigo,” Rukia said with a cheeky grin as she reached down and began gently kneading Ichigo’s bulge, eliciting lustful groans from him. It had been two weeks since Rukia had gotten what she considered one of her best ideas yet (at least in the realm of kink), though it had been two weeks before they could actually do anything, much to Ichigo’s dismay. 

Said idea was to not have one of their kink sessions in Ichigo’s room (both Ichigo and Rukia had nearly been caught by Karin and Yuzu far more times they’d like, and they HAD been caught by Isshin once) or in the Kuchiki Manor (for some reason there had been a fully equipped sex dungeon that Byakuya was NOT happy to learn they had used) or Yoruichi’s private rooms (there was nothing wrong with that location, but Yoruichi had a habit of not giving heads up she and Soi-Fon were having a session, leading to a few… awkward encounters with the Second Division Captain), but instead in Karakura High’s Gym, specifically the adjacent exercise room. 

It had taken two weeks, selective bribery, a few computer hacks, and putting up a bunch of caution tape outside the door, for Rukia to ensure she and Ichigo would have the place to themselves.

And now that they did, they were not going to waste the opportunity.

As Rukia massaged Ichigo’s bulge, she mentally commanded the rubber encasing his body to shift, and the spherical bulge melted away into a cocksleeve, allowing Ichigo’s cock to finally stiffen as she shifted from massaging to masturbating.

“Have I ever told you how good you look in latex?” Rukia asked as she pressed her body against Ichigo’s.

“Mmph, phmfmrnm phnmmph ncphnnmmm,” Ichigo moaned. While he was horny and found Rukia’s touch heavenly, that wasn’t enough to keep him from responding to Rukia.

(Yes, several times actually)

“I know,” Rukia said. “But I never get tired of saying it, and I doubt you get tired of hearing it,” she said with a grin, which Ichigo returned (as best he could with a large rubber sphere filling his mouth) before Rukia leaned in and softly kissed his gag. 

“This must feel so good right now,” Rukia said as she continued slowly stroking Ichigo’s cock. “After two whole weeks in a cage,” she said. “Which I never actually locked,” she added with a cheeky grin.

“Mnn mmhnph?” Ichigo groaned, the lust briefly disappearing from his face.

(You what?) 

“Kidding,” Rukia said, her grin making it impossible for Ichigo to tell if she was joking or not. “And even if I did, do you mean to tell me you never touched yourself?” she asked, causing Ichigo to blush as he averted his gaze.

“But I do know that you’re close, and that all you need is a few more strokes to finally get off,” Rukia said.

Ichigo kept his gaze off of Rukia, but she was right. He was nearing his limit, and he was honestly surprised he had lasted as long as he had. 

“But we just started, and I can’t have you getting off just yet,” Rukia said in a teasing tone as she pulled her hand away and stepped back, watching Ichigo begin squirming and groaning. His gaze was focused down towards her crotch as his cock slowly returned to the flaccid state it had spent the last two weeks in. Once it was flaccid enough, the null bulge reformed, and Ichigo let out a defeated groan as his gaze shifted back to Rukia.

“Don’t give me that look,” Rukia said as she stepped towards Ichigo, mentally commanding the straps around his legs to disappear and for a latex leash to form from his collar. “You know I don’t have to let you cum tonight,” Rukia said as she tugged on the leash, getting Ichigo to stand up from the bench he’d been kneeling on. “Now come on, I want to try some positions,” she said with a grin as she led Ichigo out of the locker room and into the exercise room.

“There, I think that’s enough straps,” Rukia said as she looked down at Ichigo’s bound form. The young man’s outfit had shifted, his arms freed from the restraint of the straitjacket, only for them to be quickly restrained again. 

Ichigo was currently lying down on and bound to a pull bench. Latex straps kept his mitted hands bound to the lever of the bench, while additional straps forced Ichigo to keep the lever down and the weights it was attached to raised up. Three more sets of straps ran across his torso and around the bench, keeping him bound in place. A set of straps around each leg kept them bound in place, as did straps that wrapped around his ankles and bound them to the legs of the bench. 

Ichigo was completely immobilized, unable to move his bound body so much as an inch.

“Bound and helpless, exactly how I like you,” Rukia said as she ran her hands along Ichigo’s body, eliciting more muffled moans from him. “It would be such a shame if someone were to take advantage of you right now,” Rukia said as she dropped down onto her knees next to Ichigo. “Oh sorry, I misspoke, I mean it would be such a shame if someone didn’t take advantage of you,” she said with a grin as she leaned forwards and closed her eyes before licking Ichigo’s gag. 

For several minutes this one sided kiss continued uninterrupted before Rukia finally broke it, turning her attention to Ichigo’s chest, and beginning to slowly kiss and lick her way from his chest down to his crotch, where his cock was visibly straining against the null bulge trapping it.

“Tell me Ichigo, do you want it?” Rukia asked with a grin as she positioned herself between Ichigo’s spread legs, leaning forwards with her face inches from the bulge.

“N mmnnph nph!” Ichigo groaned. “Pmmnphm Rnhnn N mmnnph nph!” he groaned as he tried and failed to thrust his hips.

(I want it! Please Rukia I want it!)

“Alright, just remember you asked for it,” Rukia said as she lowered her head and began to slowly and teasingly lick Ichigo’s bulge. She knew what he wanted was for her to be doing the same thing to his actual cock, but Rukia couldn’t help but tease him. 

“Mmph mm cnm Rnhnn! Pmmnphm!” Ichigo groaned as Rukia continued licking his bulge, teasing him. All he could do was alternate between watching Rukia coat his crotch in her spit or shaking his head.

(Let me cum Rukia! Please!)

“What, you want me to take it up a notch?” Rukia asked, a teasing grin on her face as she looked up at Ichigo, whose pleading gaze met hers. “If you insist,” she said with fake exasperation. Once again Rukia lowered her head, but this time it was not to continue licking Ichigo’s bulge. Instead, Rukia wrapped her lips around the rubber sphere and began suckling on it. 

At this point, Ichigo’s groans devolved from pleas for orgasm to mindless lustful groans as Rukia continued teasing him.

Ichigo really hoped the old saying “third times the charm” was true.

The young man was now in his third bondage position in just as many hours. Thankfully for his legs, they were finally left untouched by his bondage. 

In contrast, his torso was now more heavily bound than ever before.

Two latex straps ran around his torso from either side of his neck to his crotch, looping around him vertically. Four more straps wrapped around his torso horizontally; one above his chest, one below his chest, and two around his stomach. His arms were secured behind his back, trapped in a boxtie courtesy of a strap around his forearms and his biceps. 

Further restraining Ichigo was that he was bound inside of a cube shaped dumbbell rack, with his arms behind the dumbbell itself. To ensure he didn’t somehow maneuver his way out, straps ran from his collar to the top of the cage, and the same straps that wrapped around his biceps also wrapped around the dumbbell. Finally, to further limit his movement, straps wrapped around his waist and ran to the sides of the cage, and straps around his ankles did the same while also keeping his legs spread.

Ichigo was looking down now, at Rukia, who was kneeling with her face a few inches from his crotch. Ichigo was at his absolute limit. If he didn’t cum soon, he was going to actually go insane. 

Rukia knew this, which was why she was finally going to give him the release he wanted. She’d already freed his cock from the null bulge, and she said nothing as she wrapped her lips around the tip of Ichigo’s rubber covered cock. Slowly Rukia moved her head back and forth, Ichigo’s moans of pleasure music to her ears as she slowly closed her eyes and became lost in the action…

“Ichigo? Rukia?” 

Until a voice suddenly pulled Rukia from her thoughts. Without missing a beat Rukia pulled her head back and metally commanded the null bulge form. Unexpectedly Ichigo didn’t complain, and when Rukia turned around she saw why.

In the back of Rukia’s mind, she had been worried that someone would walk in on them, which was why she had taken so many precautions to ensure people stayed away.

Of course, Rukia had learned the hard way that no matter how many precautions you took, things could still go wrong, and there was no better proof of that than Orihime Inoue, who was currently standing in the doorway, looking at Rukia and Ichigo with an expression equal parts confusion and curiosity.

For a moment all three were silent and almost perfectly still. With each passing second the silence grew more awkward, and each of them grew increasingly hesitant to break it. However, doing things you were hesitant to do was part of a Soul Reaper’s job description, and so Rukia was the one to break the silence.

“Orihime, what a surprise,” she said as she stood back up and turned to face Orihime. The polite smile on Rukia’s face betrayed the embarrassment she felt, and Ichigo’s face had gone strawberry red. “What are you doing here?” 

“Well…” Orihime said. “I was going to try and start lifting weights with Tatsuki next week, but then I thought I could start early and get strong and she could be surprised and impressed,” the orange haired young woman said. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

Now Rukia was faced with a dilemma. She could make up some lie and tell Orihime that, but the amount of believable lies that explained what was happening and why she and Ichigo were dressed the way they were was zero.

“Are you a Dominatrix?”

Rukia’s eyes widened as she looked at Orihime in shock. She knew the words her friend had just said, but when they came from Orihime they somehow ceased making sense.

“Come again?” Rukia asked.

“Are you a Dominatrix?” Orihime repeated. “You’re not dressed like one, but since Ichigo’s tied up, and you’re both wearing latex, you must be one, right?”

“You…” Rukia said as she processed what Orihime had just said. “Are completely right,” she said, surprise clear in her tone.

“I am?” Orihime asked, her eyes lighting up.

“Yes,” Rukia said, shocked that Orihime knew what a Dominatrix was, and that she didn’t seem weirded out in the slightest.

“Can I join?” Orihime asked. “I understand if this is just between you and Ichigo, but I’ve been curious about this stuff for awhile,” she said. 

Rukia was somehow both surprised and unsurprised. It was surprising that Orihime knew about and wanted to partake in BDSM, but her unfiltered honesty was unsurprising.

“One moment,” Rukia said as she spun on her heel and looked up at Ichigo. “This is weird, right?” Rukia asked in a hushed voice, to which Ichigo nodded in response. “Should I let her join in?” 

“N nnn'ph phmm mmhm nnph,” Ichigo groaned in response. As horny and close to his limit as he was, he hadn’t checked out mentally, and had heard everything Orihime had said. Besides, Orihime joining might result in him FINALLY getting the orgasm he’d wanted for weeks.

(I don’t see why not)

“In that case…” Rukia said as she turned to face Orihime again, a smile on her face. “Follow me,” Rukia said as she began walking away from Ichigo and towards the locker room where their kinky fun had begun. Orihime followed close behind, her heart pounding in her chest as she got closer and closer to living out one of her fantasies.

“So Ichigo and I aren’t wearing normal latex suits,” Rukia explained as she stopped in front of a locker and opened it. “Both of us are wearing special collars that excrete a liquid latex that I can control,” she said as she reached into the locker and pulled out a thick metal collar. “Once you put this on, I’ll be in control of how you look…” Rukia said as she turned to face Orihime, trailing off as she saw the young woman had already stripped naked. 

“Was I supposed to wait Mistress?” Orihime asked, slipping into her role as submissive with ease.

“No, no, this is fine,” Rukia said as a smile appeared on her face and she approached Orihime with the collar. “Kneel please,” she asked, and obediently Orihime lowered herself down onto her knees, allowing Rukia to lock the collar around her neck.

“So, when does the latex start!” Orihime asked, her question turning into a yelp as cool black rubber suddenly began dripping down her naked body. In less than a minute a black latex catsuit had formed around Orihime, and she looked down at herself in awe. 

“Do you like it?” Rukia asked.

“I love it!” Orihime replied enthusiastically. 

“I’m happy to hear that,” Rukia said. “I can change anything about these outfits,” she said, and to demonstrate for a brief moment shifted her outfit into a black catsuit with a hood, before shifting back to her latex school girl outfit. “Do you have any changes you want made?” she asked.

“Hmm,” Orihime hummed. “Could you make the suit purple?” she asked. “Oh, and could you add an armbinder?”

“Done,” Rukia said, giving the mental command for Orihime’s suit to not only shift from black to purple, but to also encase her arms in a black armbinder behind her back. “Like it?” Rukia asked.

“I love it!” Orihime exclaimed, happily squirming around, feeling the latex against her skin and her arms restrained behind her.

“I’m happy to hear that,” Rukia said as a latex leash formed from the collar, which she swiftly picked up. “Now, I’ve denied Ichigo release for about two weeks now, and you walked in just as I was gonna let him cum,” Rukia said.

“I’m sorry,” Orihime said, quickly bowing her head in apology.

“Actually, this is a good thing,” Rukia said as Orihime raised her head and looked at her in confusion. 

“One of things I love the most is teasing Ichigo, getting him super horny and then denying him release,” Rukia explained. “And I have an idea to make him hornier than ever before,” she said with a grin.

“I’m listening,” Orihime said, a smile appearing on her face, eager to assist her Mistress however she could.

Ichigo Kurosaki had reached his limit.

Actually, that wasn’t entirely accurate.

Ichigo Kurosaki had reached his limit, then been driven so far past it that he couldn’t even see it in the distance. 

The sight of Orihime in tight purple rubber had pushed him to his limit, and it was what happened afterwards that had pushed him past it.

Rukia had marched Orihime past Ichigo, and then taken a seat on the same bench he had been bound to earlier. Once she was seated, Orihime had dropped to her knees, and Rukia had pointed to her boots. The command was wordless, but Ichigo and Orihime knew what she wanted done. For the next ten minutes Ichigo helplessly watched as Orihime licked every inch of Rukia’s thigh high boots, moaning all along. 

Then, when Rukia’s boots were thoroughly licked, Rukia had begun pulling on the leash, getting Orihime to slowly lick her way up Rukia’s body until the two began a passionate kiss. Which was what drove Ichigo past his limit, reducing him to a horny moaning mess, desperately thrusting his hips forwards to try and get some simulation. 

This was of course all part of Rukia’s plan, and when she saw the state Ichigo was in, she whispered something into Orihime’s ear.

A moment Orihime was on her knees in front of Ichigo, licking and sucking on his null bulge. Her eyes were closed, and it was clear she was enjoying being so close to Ichigo’s member. 

This all went unnoticed by Ichigo though, who at his point wanted nothing but release, and a moment later he got it. 

As Orihime licked his bulge, Rukia gave the mental command for the latex to shift into a cock sleeve. As soon as the transformation happened, Orihime took Ichigo’s cock into her mouth and began slowly sucking him off. 

Ichigo held out for a whole minute before he came, sending his warm seed into Orihime’s mouth and down her throat. Both Ichigo and Orihime moaned in pleasure as Ichigo continued to send his warm seed down Orihime’s throat and Orihime continued to suck him off, trying to get as much out of him as possible.

 Rukia watched all of this with a grin. She had started the session with one sub, and had ended it with two, and with that came a slew of new ideas for both Ichigo and Orihime.

Top of that list was a nice secluded nature trail she knew of, one that would be perfect for a pony pulled carriage…