DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
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Generally speaking, Masaru Tagawa was a completely unremarkable Soul Reaper. An average-sized young man with messy black hair and green eyes, he’d graduated roughly in the middle of his class from the academy and accepted a position in the Twelfth Division, under the mistaken impression it would be safer than actively hunting down Hollows. It only took him one meeting with the Captain of said division for him to realize his error, but by then it was too late to transfer out.
Luckily, being average was an invaluable trait for survival in the Twelfth Division - good enough to avoid being used as cannon fodder or a guinea pig, but not quite good enough to attract Mayuri’s attention and wind up strapped to an operating table. Thanks to his own mediocrity, Masaru was able to survive the perils of his position relatively unscathed, save a few unpleasant scars he’d gotten from standing too close to a failed experiment.
Of course, if Mayuri ever found out about the “experiment” he’d been helping with for the past few months, a painful death would be the best option Masaru could hope for.
“All finished!” Masaru declared, then visibly winced. Hurriedly, he stuck his head back out through the hospital curtain and looked around, hoping no one had heard him. Once he was sure no one was coming, he turned his attention back to the hospital bed and its occupant.
“Please, try to restrain yourself,” Nemu Kurotsuchi scolded softly. “I shouldn’t have to remind you how Master Mayuri will react if we’re discovered.”
“Sorry, got a little carried away,” Masaru said with a blush. “Besides, I thought the one I was supposed to be restraining here was you, not me!”
“Your attempt at humor has been noted,” Nemu said dryly.
It had all started about five months ago, when Masaru had been ambushed by his boss’s artificially-created daughter, dragged into an empty laboratory, and ordered to tie her up. His reaction to that had been… less than optimal, to say the least. But once he’d woken up from fainting, he’d worked up his nerve enough to demand an explanation.
Apparently, after a meeting of the Shinigami Women’s Association where Yachiru had shown off a box she found under Captain Kyoraku’s bed, Nemu had come across a large amount of bondage pornography. Intrigued by the strange positions and equipment in the pictures, she’d read through all of it and discovered an unfamiliar feeling within her, something that was apparently called a “fetish”. In accordance with her directives to “grow and evolve”, she’d decided to explore it further - ideally without the knowledge of her father, judging by what he’d done to Kyoraku upon discovering the box and where she’d gotten it from.
Unohana had eventually been able to reconstruct the Eighth Division Captain’s digestive system. Eventually.
Considering that example, Nemu shuddered to think what her father would do to anyone he caught actively helping with her newfound kink, much less someone he wasn’t prohibited from killing.
That was where Masaru came in. Nemu had selected him specifically because he was so average and uninteresting, her father seemed physically incapable of recognizing he existed. Masaru obviously hadn’t been pleased to hear that, and combined with the knowledge of Mayuri’s likely reaction, he’d nearly told her to fuck off and find someone else to help her.
But something had persuaded him to go along with it. Maybe it was his own bondage kink he’d been repressing since his academy days. Maybe it was fear that just by hearing about this, he was already in too deep and had nothing to lose by continuing.
Or maybe it was just because honestly, he thought the Lieutenant was really, really cute.
Whatever the reason, he’d tied up Nemu for the first time in that lab. It hadn’t gone well at first - Masaru had practically never tied a knot in his life, and Nemu had slipped out of his first three attempts practically by accident. Luckily, Nemu was equally inexperienced and seemed to find his earnest efforts to bind her charming. She’d left him with a kiss on the cheek, an appointment to do the same in another lab in a few days, and a signed order to seek ropework training from the Captain of the Second Division.
It turned out Captain Soifon was strangely skilled in a lot of ties that seemed more suited for bedroom use than field work. When he’d asked her about that, she’d glanced at a stuffed cat on her desk and muttered something that sounded like “One day…”
Their subsequent dates had gone much better, with Masaru “learning the ropes” with impressive speed. After less than two months, he’d progressed to the point where Nemu couldn’t escape without using her enhanced strength to snap the ropes. Another month down the line, she didn’t even have that option, thanks to Soifon teaching Masaru a custom strengthening Kido that could reinforce flexible items like rope and cloth.
They’d moved their dates out of the Twelfth Division around that point. While Nemu enjoyed being truly helpless, her not being able to break free in an instant would be a death sentence for Masaru if Mayuri stumbled upon them in the heat of the moment.
Since then, the Fourth Division had become their favorite meeting spot. There were plenty of empty rooms for them to use, the beds could be surrounded by curtains for an extra layer of concealment, and above all else, it was the last place in Soul Society Mayuri would ever willingly set foot.
It also helped that bondage supplies and notes about possible meeting locations kept mysteriously appearing in the trash bins. They were pretty sure Captain Unohana had discovered their relationship and decided to secretly help them, but neither had worked up the courage to ask.
“So, what do you think?” Masaru asked. “There’s not too much of a draft, is there?”
This time, Nemu had asked Masaru to go a little further than they usually did. The Twelfth Division Lieutenant had been stripped down to her black bra and panties, her uniform folded and hidden beneath the bed. Her fists were tightly wrapped with gauze bandages and lashed together above her head, tied with more of the same to the bars of the metal headboard. Her knees and ankles were similarly bandaged, and in the latter case, bound to the foot of the bed.
“It’s not your best work,” Nemu decided after a few moments’ consideration. “The bandages may be reinforced with Kido, but the same can’t be said of the bed frame. If I wanted to, I could simply tear apart the metal and hop away to find help, or just rattle the frame until someone heard me.”
“Ah, but that’s why I hid your shihakusho!” Masaru boasted, getting into character. “Imagine the scandal if a seated Lieutenant were found hopping around Soul Society in her underwear! You would never be able to live down such humiliation!”
He stopped and rubbed the back of his head, blushing. “Uh, was that too much? I can tone it down if you want.”
Nemu sighed. She’d been trying to work some roleplay elements into their dates, but Masaru was as bad at playing the villain as she was at playing the distressed damsel.
“...Just shut up and gag me already.”
“As you wish,” Masaru chuckled. Nemu closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, allowing her boyfriend to push one of her balled-up stockings inside. Using two fingers, he shifted it to one side of her mouth, allowing him to fit the second stocking inside as well.
“Want to try a blindfold, too?” Masaru offered, unwrapping another gauze bandage. “Or is the gag enough for today?”
“Brmmphllh,” Nemu grunted, looking almost annoyed that Masaru even had to ask.
“That’s what I thought,” he said. Pressing one end of the bandage against one of Nemu’s bulging cheeks, he carefully wound it around her head, starting at her mouth and slowly moving up to cover her eyes. When he was done, most of Nemu’s face was hidden under a layer of tightly-wrapped gauze, save for a small gap where her nose stuck out.
“So, still think this isn’t my best work?” Masaru teased. “Because I don’t think you’re going anywhere any time soon. Now, how about we test out that gag?”
Beneath the gauze, Nemu blushed as she felt Masaru’s hands cradle her chest, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples through the fabric of her bra. Gently, he began to squeeze her breasts, moving them up and down and squishing them against each other. She couldn’t help it - she let out a low moan, barely audible through the stockings in her mouth.
“I think that’s the quickest I’ve ever gotten a reaction out of you,” Masaru said. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were starting to like me!”
“Mmmmmph,” Nemu moaned, nodding her head a little. It didn’t take long for Masaru to figure out what she wanted. Leaning over the bed, he planted his lips on Nemu’s face, kissing her through the gauze.
If she wasn’t already a Soul Reaper, Nemu would have compared her current situation to being in heaven. This wasn’t the first time she and Masaru had reached what she’d once heard Lieutenant Matsumoto call “second base”, but it was the first time she’d gotten Masaru to do it without extensive encouragement from her. His hands teasing her breasts, her gagged lips pressing against his own - this was everything she’d hoped would happen when she began her experiment!
She tensed as she felt one of Masaru’s hands slide off her chest and trail down her body, moving toward her most sensitive spot. Nemu moaned in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the tender touch she’d dreamed of experiencing for so many nights…
CRASH!
“Wait, what was that?” Masaru yelped, hurriedly climbing off of Nemu. He had just enough time to slip back through the curtains and straighten out his shihakusho before an nervous-looking brunette burst through the door.
“Rin? What’s going - “
“Masaru! I’ve been looking all over for you!” his fellow Twelfth Division researcher blurted. “Akon says he needs your help with an experiment, so he sent me to come get you right away!”
“Um, o-o-okay,” Masaru stammered, trying not to glance at the bed behind him. “Y-you can go on ahead and tell him I’m on my - “
“Sorry, but he said it’s urgent!” Rin grabbed Masaru’s arm, dragging him out of the room with surprising force before he could protest. “Don’t worry, it’ll only take a few hours!”
As the door slammed behind the two researchers, Nemu barely resisted the urge to groan in despair. While she was relieved Rin hadn’t seen her, he couldn’t have picked a worse moment to drag Masaru off. It would probably take another month before she could persuade him to try anything so intimate again, especially after such a near miss!
She rolled back and forth on the bed, testing her bonds, but quickly stopped when the bed started to creak. It was no use; the reinforcement Kido used on the bandages held strong, and probably wouldn’t wear off until long after Masaru came back to untie her. Breaking the bed certainly wasn’t an option, either. Like Masaru had said, it would be unbelievably humiliating if someone discovered her tied up and half-naked - and worse, there was no way her father wouldn’t hear about it. Her only choice was to lie still on the bed and wait, praying her boyfriend would come back before anyone found her...
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