The Thousand Sunny docked at Duskwater Isle on a random morning, to restock, repair, and have a respite after being a month at sea. The island boasted a large enough town to have a good side and a seedy side, with fancy villas and estates overlooking the two-to-three floor stucco buildings in the main part of town. The streets were narrow and winding. Fountains and green parks with large oak and black walnut trees dotted one side of town, along with the main residential area. Business populated the center of the Duskwater, with markets fanning in either direction. The less prosperous side of town abutted the port, with warehouses, dive bars, and brothels on every street.
A docking fee was required, which had irritated Nami, but she’d paid it. The crew scattered immediately to do what needed to be done before they could enjoy themselves for the night. The log pose would take a full day to set, which meant they couldn’t leave before the next morning. It gave everyone the opportunity to take a break from each other, if they chose, with the promise not to start a revolution.
Sanji led Zoro, by leash, down the winding streets from the dock, staying on the unsavory side of town. It was late afternoon by the time Sanji had finished resupplying the ship. The sun was still warm. The salty ocean breeze mixed with the scents of stale beer, sour garbage, and the metallic tang from the port. Sailors and seadogs mixed with dock workers and sordid types on the streets, frequenting the rundown establishments near the port. Pirates blended in with the general riffraff and wanted posters were nowhere to be seen.
Sanji knew where he was going, having spotted the public restroom earlier that morning after leaving the ship to shop. The squat building was sandwiched between dive bars and across from the stone Salt Office, where legitimate ships declared their cargo and had paperwork stamped in order to sell it on Duskwater. The restroom had a men’s and women’s side, and it was little more than a metal trough and rickety toilets with rusty iron sinks and the smell of mold and piss. It was upkept, barely, by the Salt Office for the sailors who registered with them.
Sanji had told Zoro what he wanted and Zoro had been agreeable to it, which delighted Sanji’s dark, degenerate heart to no end. He’d partially prepared Zoro on the Sunny. Zoro wore no shirt or haramaki, only loose trousers and his boots. His katanas were in a cross-sling resting against his back. The leash ran beneath the waistband of his trousers, where it hooked onto the hoop piercing at the tip of his dick. Sanji carried a satchel over his shoulder with the other items they’d need.
Dressed comfortably in a two-piece black suit with a white shirt and dark orange paisley tie, Sanji pushed open the door to the men’s side of the public restroom and led Zoro in. The rectangular stone room had open windows at both ends, with a row of sinks by the door, a trough-urinal in the center, and an area for the toilets. There were no dividing walls, toilet paper, or towels. It was utilitarian and primarily used for patrons to take a piss before heading into the Salt Office.
Sanji picked the spot he’d scouted earlier, between the sinks and the trough-urinal. A water pipe led from the ground up to the salt-water flush that arced over the tilted trough. The drain for the trough was at the opposite end. The ground was stone, moist from leaking water and grungy from dirt and decay. A dim bar light hung high on the wall opposite.
“Last chance to use the safe word,” Sanji said, his heart already pounding with anticipation in his chest. He needed to give Zoro the out, though. Their relationship was a very dirty Dom/sub one, constant and without scenes but with the aftercare. Zoro was not his slave, he was Sanji’s pet, and as such he had a say in what they did or did not do. And, to Sanji’s kinky pleasure, there was very little Zoro wouldn’t do.
“Already agreed, cook,” Zoro said with a wicked smirk. “Want to keep my perverted Dom happy.”
Sanji couldn’t deny the perverseness. “Your existence makes me happy,” he said, which caused Zoro to light up. Sanji wound his arms behind Zoro’s neck and pulled him into a hungry kiss. They might not have hearts and flowers and romance, but what they did have was gritty and real.
Someone came into the restroom while they were kissing. Sanji didn’t care. It wasn’t as if it was a woman entering the men’s side. Sanji still loved the ladies, their beauty and bounty and especially their breasts. He didn’t want them to think he was off limits. Of course, the only women who were interested in bedding him were the ones that he paid, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. However, right now, he was playing with Zoro in the men’s restroom and none of that mattered.
Sanji broke the kiss as the sink ran and he brushed his fingertips over the moxibustion brand behind Zoro’s left ear. It was Sanji’s name, burned into the skin against Zoro’s skull, permanently marking Zoro as his. Touching it caused contentment to seep into Sanji’s bones. Sanji owned Zoro now, wholly, body and soul, and with it came the sense of peace that Sanji hadn’t realized he’d been without for so long. The depth of responsibility and trust Zoro had placed in Sanji’s hands granted Sanji a feeling of worthiness that he would do everything in his power to live up to, and settled him in a way that he’d needed. Add to the fact that Zoro was as depraved as Sanji was, Sanji had found the perfect pet.
The old seadog barely spared them a glance as he left the restroom. Alone again, Sanji tugged Zoro over to the spot he’d picked. He took Zoro’s katanas first, looping the cross-sling over his own back. He pulled down Zoro’s loose black trousers to his ankles, unhooked the leash, and pointed at the floor. “Kneel, facing me. Toes against the wall, sit on your heels.”
Zoro complied, lowering himself to his knees. He scooted back slightly on the rough, damp floor until his feet touched the stone wall behind him. He lowered his bare ass until he was sitting on his heels. Sanji stepped back and judged his position. The side of the trough-urinal and flush attachment was near Zoro’s left side. The right side was open to the toilets and there was enough space on the ground for Zoro to move over a little. “Shift that way about six inches,” Sanji told him, pointing in the direction of the toilets. The meathead couldn’t tell his left from right half the time and it was easier for Sanji to point.
Zoro shifted, as directed, and now there was space on either side of him for someone to easily grasp his head if they wanted. Sanji smiled sinfully and reached into the satchel. He dropped the leash inside before pulling out a silken length of cord he’d bought to bind Zoro. “Kneel up again,” he said.
Zoro knelt up, and Sanji stepped beside him in order to bind his wrists. “On your heels,” he said, and Zoro sat down again. Sanji quickly looped the long cord around both ankles before tying it to the water pipe, securing Zoro in place. He used a slipknot and left the end in Zoro’s palm so Zoro could free himself if need arose. Sanji trusted Zoro not to move unless it was necessary, to protect himself or if Luffy suddenly started a war. The latter happened more often than not.
Sanji reached into the satchel again, this time taking out a black, fitted, leather hood. He secured it over Zoro’s head, fitting the o-ring into his mouth. The leather hood had a zipper in the back, which Sanji pulled down. It covered the eyes completely, leaving Zoro blind, as well as his nose and the rest of his face and head. He could only breathe through his forced open mouth. The o-ring was wide, stretching his lips to painful proportions. His jaw would already be aching. Sanji knew Zoro loved it and got off on pain. His darling masochist.
Sanji crouched and repositioned Zoro’s massive length so it unfurled onto the damp and dirty stone floor in front of him. “Part your knees a bit,” Sanji told him. Zoro did, and Sanji fixed Zoro’s semi-hard shaft how he wanted it. Even sitting on his heels, the long length extended past his kneecaps. Sanji loved that gorgeous, enormous cock. At the moment, it had the word flush written across the top with washable paint.
Lastly, Sanji took out the sign he’d made and secured it to the wall above Zoro’s head. He stepped back and eyed the entire vulgar scene Zoro made. Bare chested and bare thighed, cock exposed on the floor, bound to the water pipe behind him. A full hood with an o-ring holding his wide mouth open. The word flush written across his cock and the sign above his head that read: For use as toilet or fuck-hole. Remember to flush!
A shiver of debased arousal ran along Sanji’s spine. “You’re so pretty, waiting to be used,” he said, reaching out to caress Zoro’s upper chest. He pinched each of Zoro’s nipples, hard enough to make Zoro whine, turning them red and puffy.
Sanji’s filthy heart wanted the first use, and he unzipped his trousers, freed his dick, and aimed for Zoro’s open mouth. He watched as Zoro swallowed and it filled him with profane glee. He debated on fucking that open hole but decided the ache of extended arousal would be too delicious to forgo. He stepped hard on Zoro’s cock, remembering to “flush” and Zoro whimpered captivatingly. What a great afternoon this was going to be.
“I’ll be outside,” Sanji said, before washing his hands in the sink. He wiped the dampness off on his trousers. With one last lascivious look at his pet, he left the restroom.
Sanji found an old crate in the narrow alley between the restroom and one of the dive bars. He set it beneath the open window of the restroom and had a seat. As much as he would love to stay in the restroom and watch, he knew that his obscene toilet wouldn’t get used if he was there. He might take a peek now and again through the window, but he’d mostly contend himself with listening.
He shifted Zoro’s katanas into a more comfortable position at his back, ensuring that the hilts didn’t poke over the windowsill to be in view. He plucked a cigarette from his pocket and lit up. The shade cast by the dive bar over the alley cooled the air. Inside his satchel, he had a bottle of wine and a bento for dinner. He planned to be there a while.
Sailors, dock workers, and other shipping crew wandered past him on the street. He saw people go in and out of the Salt Office as well as heard them disappear into the dive bar beside the restroom. His ears perked excitedly when he heard the restroom door open. “What’s this?” someone said, a gruff voice drifting through the open bathroom window. Sanji pictured the guy reading the sign. He didn’t hear anything else until the water turned on in the sink. He knew Zoro wouldn’t make a lot of sound, even when his cock was stepped on. Sanji’s imagination would have to fill in the details until he took a peek.
Sanji kept count of the number of men who went into the restroom as the hours passed. He did overhear Zoro’s face being fucked numerous times, which filled his nasty, wanton heart with joy. He finally gave up on not looking, the temptation being too great. He positioned himself at the edge of the window, careful not to get caught. He regretted, briefly, not having kept his raid suit. He watched with exhilaration as man after man pissed into Zoro’s open mouth, or bathed him with a golden shower. Zoro swallowed whatever was given to him. The men crushed Zoro’s cock beneath their boots after use and Sanji could see Zoro flinch the tiniest bit every time. Sanji’s sadistic side celebrated at the sight.
Sanji was so hard, his teeth ached. He was going to fuck that slutty mouth, then bend Zoro over the sinks and fuck his perfect, pert ass. Or maybe he’d shove Zoro’s head into one of the toilets instead, drown him in clean-but-dirty water as he got fucked. Sanji rubbed the heel of his palm against his erection beneath his trousers. He was such a pervert. He was amazed that he’d been able to find someone as darkly depraved as him.
The sun was beginning to set when a person stopped to look at him sitting in the alley. Sanji had just finished his bento and was working his way through the bottle of wine. He was planning to give it until nightfall to ensure his pet was well-filled before calling it an evening. He knew that Zoro would need to be bathed, teeth brushed, fed real food, and have a good nap. It was Sanji’s responsibility to take care of Zoro after any of their fun. Sanji’s need to tend to Zoro with aftercare went as deep as his desire to desecrate Zoro’s body. It was as important as the safe word to what they did.
The man who’d stopped was tall and broad but he was dressed in decent clothes. A suit, sans tie, with well-groomed hair and a neatly trimmed mustache. He had a crate with him, balanced on one of his bulky shoulders. He eyed Sanji speculatively, then asked, “That your toy in there?”
Sanji nodded. “It is.”
“Is he for sale?” the man asked.
Sanji was getting this question a lot, now that they did things in public. “No. Though I am amenable to loaning him out, so long as I am with him.”
The man reached into his breast pocket, pulled out a business card, and handed it to Sanji. “Boss is having a business party tonight and he’s looking for more entertainment. Pay’s decent. Have some rentals from the brothels. Your boy’s prick would go over well. If you’re interested, show up around eleven and tell the guard at the gate Travis sent you to entertain.”
“I may do that,” Sanji said, examining the card. It was an address for one of the estates on the hill on the good side of town.
The man nodded to him and made his leave. Sanji turned the card over his fingers a few times before sliding it into his pocket. A business party, with sex workers as entertainment. A way to entice clients or celebrate soaring profit. Rich people tended to be as perverse as Sanji so it would likely turn out to be a drunken bacchanalia. Sanji would have to see if Zoro was up to it, after spending the entire afternoon being used. They’d have a few hours respite in between sunset and the party.
Sanji finished his bottle of wine with another cigarette, listening to the restroom door open and close and occasionally Zoro’s face being fucked. He found the startled confusion of most men who entered the restroom amusing. Duskwater Island must contain a majority of its immoral perversions to the brothels or business parties.
Once the sun went down, Sanji rose from the crate, depositing his empty bottle and bento box in the bar’s external trash bin, then headed into the restroom. The light high on the wall in the stone room illuminated the beautiful body of Zoro covered in piss and cum. His cock was mottled with bruising, painting a pretty purple, red, and burgundy mosaic on the flesh. “Such a good boy,” Sanji praised. His hard-on had let up with dinner and he eagerly undid his trousers to use Zoro again. He stared with immoral enjoyment as the golden stream of piss flowed past the o-ring into the waiting mouth of his sub. He’d drunk a lot of wine while sitting outside and he urinated for a long time. “You’re so beautiful, drinking what I gift you.”
Zoro tilted his chin up a tiny bit more in pride, swallowing repeatedly. Sanji finished with a shake and began to fist his cock, stroking himself into hardness. “My baby want my cum to top you off?”
Zoro nodded avidly, causing Sanji to grin. He was about to position himself to fuck Zoro’s face when he noticed a dirty smear on the hood near Zoro’s mouth. “Someone was very nasty,” Sanji said with warped elation, wishing he had seen it happen. The sight changed mind about the face-fuck. “I’ll have to wash that off.”
He unbound Zoro, tucking away the silken cord in his satchel. “On your feet,” he said, helping him out of the position he’d been in for hours. Zoro groaned softly as his muscles stretched as he stood.
Sanji’s dick did the leading and he walked a waddling Zoro over to the toilets. Zoro’s trousers were still around his ankles. Sanji pressed his hand on Zoro’s shoulder. “On your knees again.” Zoro sank slowly down again, with another small noise of discomfort. Sanji put his hand on the back of Zoro’s hooded head and firmly pushed forward until Zoro’s face was submerged in the salty toilet water.
Zoro startled under him, hands shooting up to grip the rim of the toilet, but he didn’t push against Sanji’s hand in protest. Sanji kept him submerged for a count of ten before letting him breathe. “Lift your ass for me, sweetheart,” he said, and waited until Zoro used his arms to push himself into a more fuckable position, bare ass presented to Sanji.
Sanji’s erection still hung out of his trousers. He spat on his hand, slicked himself with saliva, and pressed the red, weeping cockhead to Zoro’s puckered hole. He was not gentle as he penetrated Zoro, having been horny for hours on end. He drove in deep with a relieved moan as Zoro’s body grasped around him. “Your ass is perfect,” he said, earning a pleased sound from Zoro.
Sanji shoved Zoro’s face back into the water as he began driving into Zoro with pounding thrusts. He knew he wasn’t going to last long and he made the best of it. He slammed into Zoro’s ass with bruising force, barely giving Zoro time to breathe before shoving his face back into the toilet. Sanji’s entire being was focused on his own pleasure, taking what he wanted, dominating Zoro in a debased manner. Sanji felt his balls draw tight and he drowned Zoro again as climax hit with a spine-wracking shudder. He pumped his load deep within Zoro’s ass as Zoro clenched around him.
Sanji stood for several moments, gathering his wits again. Finally, he released Zoro’s head, allowing him to surface with loud gasps for breath. Sanji pulled out of Zoro’s ass, tucked himself away, and fingered Zoro’s used hole affectionately. “We might get more use out of your ass tonight,” he said. He smacked Zoro on the buttcheeks with an open palm. “On your feet, face me.”
Zoro rose and turned. Sanji prompted him to sit on the toilet seat with a firm, guiding hand. He raised Zoro’s hard, bruised cock at the same time pushing down on Zoro’s head. “Suck yourself off, slut,” Sanji ordered.
The sound Zoro made sent a thrill down Sanji’s spine. He’d been working on Zoro’s flexibility, and since Zoro had a giant cock, it made things easier. Zoro crunched his stomach, lowering his head, fitting the o-ring around his swollen cockhead. The o-ring was wide enough that he could still breathe around his own shaft. Sanji watched as he took in a few inches and began noisily sucking his own cock. Sanji continued pressing down firmly on Zoro’s hooded head, forcing him to bend more. Sanji squeezed his other hand, the one holding Zoro’s cock upright, with punishing force, abusing Zoro’s already bruised cock more. Zoro gurgled in his throat.
Someone came in, and Sanji glanced over with a smirk on his face. The man in sailor’s togs eyed them with shock. “Feel free to stay and watch,” Sanji invited. “Or piss on him, if you’re so inclined.”
The man blinked several times, turned on his heel, and bolted. Sanji chuckled. “I guess not everyone is twisted.”
Zoro’s bobbing head quickened his pace and Sanji heard the telltale change in his breathing as he neared orgasm. Sanji twisted his grip viciously around Zoro’s bruised cock, which caused Zoro to yelp, and then Sanji felt the pulse of Zoro’s climax beneath his palm. He kept Zoro’s head pinned over his lap, making him drink his own cum. Some of his jizz escaped from around the o-ring spreading his mouth open wide. Zoro’s body trembled through the orgasm before he went lax.
Sanji held him in place for a full minute, giving him praise. “You are such a good boy. My lovely, dirty sub. You have made me so proud today. Drinking all that cum and piss, eating a little shit. My sweet, sweet pet makes me very happy.”
Zoro made soft sounds of contentment around the cock in his mouth. Sanji knew Zoro could probably talk if he wanted, since he could with a sword clamped between his teeth. But Sanji liked the display of subservience, too.
He released Zoro and let Zoro’s softened dick fall free from his grip. Zoro’s tongue darted out to lick around the cum-spattered o-ring, cleaning himself up. It thrilled Sanji to see that his pet was well trained. He started to harden again in his trousers. With his thumb, he gathered up the cum Zoro missed on the hood and fed it to Zoro. Zoro licked his thumb greedily and Sanji knew he had to have that mouth before they were through.
“Time to top you off,” Sanji said, freeing himself from his trousers again. He ensured he was fully hard before guiding Zoro’s head forward, feeding his erection into Zoro’s forced open mouth. Zoro immediately began rubbing his tongue along the bottom of Sanji’s cock, making a pleased sound in his throat. Sanji sighed happily and began to fuck Zoro’s face. “Such a good, good pet.”
Zoro’s mouth was warm and wet, but the o-ring prevented the tightness of a proper suck. Sanji lost himself in the sensation anyway, his above average erection long enough to slide partially down Zoro’s throat, blocking off his airway. He held Zoro’s hooded head between both hands and pumped his hips with a steady rhythm. Zoro’s hands rested on Sanji’s hips, helping him along.
Sanji heard the restroom door open again and glanced over as a new man entered the room. The man was startled, but then interested. After he finished pissing, he stopped to watch, which fueled Sanji’s depraved lust. Sanji’s hips snapped faster, cock burrowing into Zoro’s throat, Zoro’s tongue working him nonstop. Sanji knew what they must look like – Sanji in a full suit with only his cock exposed, Zoro wearing a hood with his trousers around his booted ankles, fully naked in between – a pornographic tableaux for the kinky connoisseur.
Sanji’s second orgasm came on him in a wave that flowed up from his feet and crashed over him with a sharp intake of breath and an euphoric twist to his expression. He plunged deep into Zoro’s mouth, Zoro’s face smashed against Sanji’s groin, as Sanji climaxed and spilled his seed down Zoro’s throat. His eyelids squeezed shut on their own accord when Zoro swallowed around him, causing him to shudder.
When he came back to himself, Zoro was struggling slightly for air and the watcher had gone. Too bad. Sanji might have let the man finish Zoro off, as long as Sanji could watch, but Sanji being the last to fill Zoro’s belly also satisfied him. Sanji pulled his cock free from Zoro’s mouth. Zoro inhaled deeply while Sanji patted the top of his hooded head. “Always fantastic, precious.”
Zoro nuzzled against Sanji’s spent cock and Sanji smiled. Zoro was such a sweet sub. But it was time for them to head out. It was already dark. If they were going to the party, Zoro needed to be taken care of first.
“On your feet,” Sanji told Zoro, as Sanji adjusted his own clothing. Zoro stood up from the toilet seat. Sanji fixed Zoro’s trousers, tucking his bruised length down the left leg of his pants. He unzipped the hood and pulled it off Zoro’s head. Zoro’s face was red and sweaty from the leather, his green hair plastered damply to his scalp. He brought his hands up to his jaw and massaged the muscles before he closed his mouth. His lips were swollen and bleeding in the corners from the o-ring. Nothing that wouldn’t heal quickly.
Sanji offered Zoro the water from the satchel. Zoro opened the cap and guzzled it down in its entirety before he gave Sanji a twisted grin. “That was fun.”
Sanji laughed with dark delight. “You are such a pervert.”
“Yes. Yes, I am.” Zoro wrapped an arm around Sanji’s neck and kissed him briefly on the mouth. “Your pervert.”
“Mine,” Sanji agreed, bringing his hand up to rub against the raised flesh behind Zoro’s ear. Zoro leaned into the touch, which made Sanji’s heart swell and another smile crossed his lips. “Let’s get you back to the ship, clean you up propper. We might have a party to go to tonight.”
“Party?” Zoro said curiously. He exchanged the empty water bottle for another full one, twisting off the cap and drinking half of it down, as Sanji led the way out of the bathroom. Zoro fell into step beside Sanji when they were outside. Sanji didn’t bother with the leash. Their fun was done, for now.
“I got a proposition from one of your users,” Sanji explained. He tucked the mask and empty water bottle into the satchel. He’d clean the mask before storing it with their other naughty gear. He gave Zoro back his swords. “A businessman on the other side of town is having a party tonight and is looking for more entertainment. You’d even get paid. Nami-san would be happy about that.”
“Paid for sex, I take it,” Zoro clarified. Sanji nabbed his waistband when he veered off unintentionally.
“Yes. Apparently, the other entertainers are brothel workers,” Sanji said. “We’re supposed to be there around eleven, if you want to do it.”
Zoro shrugged his shoulders. “Fine by me, if you want us to go. I’m always up for more dirty adventures with you.”
Sanji grinned indecently. “You say the sweetest things.”
Flickering street lights lit the way back to the port and along the docks. Sanji led the way up the gangplank to the Sunny. Franky had security in place to prevent anyone from stealing the ship and locks on the doors would prevent all but the scrupulous from robbing them blind. The master key was hidden beneath the bench at the helm and Sanji unlocked the doors to the men’s quarters, the galley, and the ladder hatch up to the library and bathroom before putting it back. He’d lock up again when they went to leave.
Zoro headed directly for the men’s quarters to brush his teeth and gargle with mouthwash and Sanji aimed for the galley. He’d prepared a meal for Zoro before they’d left, keeping it in the fridge. Zoro’s favorite food was rice and so it was easy for Sanji to whip up onigiri with sea king meat. He also heated up the kake udon. All went onto the table along with a bottle of sake and an antiviral he’d had Chopper leave for them. The udon was still hot when Zoro appeared, wet from his shower and smelling like spring soap. He was dressed in a clean pair of black trousers and nothing else.
Sanji checked him over as he sat and ate. He didn’t notice any untoward signs of injury, aside from the corners of his lips, which had stopped bleeding and simply looked cracked. Sanji would put healing lip balm on them after he’d eaten. Sanji already knew Zoro’s penis was bruised. “Did you use the healing salve on your cock?” he asked.
Zoro nodded, slurping a noodle from the bowl using chopsticks. “It’s a little raw from scrubbing off the paint. Should be fine by tomorrow.”
“The guy was interested in your big dick,” Sanji said. “They’ll probably want you to fuck people. Are you good with that?”
“I’m good,” Zoro replied. His eye danced as he looked at Sanji over his bowl. “Are you good with my fucking other people? You haven’t had me do that, yet.”
Sanji imagined Zoro’s massive prick piledriving into a row of asses or waiting pussies. “Fuck, yes. Yours is a masterpiece of a penis that should be shared around. But we’ve only been to the women’s brothels and I know you aren’t a fan of lovely lady parts.”
Zoro snorted. “Lovely lady parts?”
“Shut up. I’m still a gentleman.”
Zoro arched his brow pointedly and slurped more udon.
“Okay, I’m a deviant gentleman, but I am somewhat polite,” Sanji amended. “Can you even get it up for a woman, if some woman wants you tonight?”
“Just gotta think of you naked with a leather strap in your hand.” Zoro grinned naughtily. “Pretty much all it takes nowadays.”
Sanji felt heat rise from under his collar. “I can’t believe how much you love my beating your ass.”
“And my legs, and my chest, and my back, and my dick,” Zoro said, still wearing his grin. “You warm my little masochistic heart.”
“Idiot swordsman.” Sanji could feel the blush spread across his cheeks, caused by the compliment mixed with pride. “Before we leave, you should wash off your dick again. Most of the salve will have absorbed into your skin, but if you’re going to fuck people, you don’t want to cause an irritation.”
“Will do,” Zoro agreed, moving on from the empty udon bowl to the onigiri.
Sanji watched him eat, feeling contentment. He should’ve gone with Zoro up to the shower, helped him clean himself, but he knew that Zoro would want to eat the kake udon first and that needed heating. “After you eat, take a nap. I’ll wake you in time to clean up before we go.”
Zoro nodded. “What’re you going to do?”
“Throw some food together for breakfast, in case anyone returns in the morning. Things I can leave out, like uncut fruits, breads and pastries. I’ll probably shower again myself, in case I happen to get lucky tonight.”
Zoro shot him a hungry look. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you get fucked in the ass by someone else.”
Sanji’s cock swelled in his trousers. They hadn’t done that, yet, either. Only Zoro had been fucked by male strangers in random alleys under Sanji’s watchful eyes. Zoro had only witnessed Sanji bedding women. “You’re as bad as I am.”
“Heh, yeah.” Zoro grinned with unashamed depravity. “Was a little that way before you, but getting to fulfill all your fantasies is one of my new goals in life.”
Sanji really did end up with the perfect pet. “Finish your dinner and take your nap.”
“Yes, Sanji,” Zoro said with a twinkle in his eye. Sanji silently delighted at Zoro submissively using his name.
Zoro finished eating, took his antiviral, and Sanji doctored his lips with the lip balm before he went to lie down in the men’s quarters. Sanji cleaned up the dishes and began preparing breakfast pastries. It would while-away the hours until they had to leave for the party. Afterward, Sanji took a shower as well, cleaning himself thoroughly, just in case the opportunity arose for him to be an amusement for the guests. If the businessman was paying for entertainment, Sanji wouldn’t mind being a sex worker for the night. It’d check off another fantasy on his long list of dark desires.
The address on the business card Travis had given Sanji led to an estate at the top of a winding street in the hills outside of the main part of the town of Duskwater. The estate was a sprawling home of white limestone and expansive verandas. A neatly manicured lawn with heavy, branching black oak trees spread before the home beyond the gated stone privacy wall that surrounded the estate. The estate had one grand floor of open archways and promenades to allow the ocean breeze to run through. Pale blue shutters framed arched windows. Ivy climbed up trellises along the walls. Soft strains of music and murmur of conversation from a party could be heard through the open windows.
Sanji told the gate guard Travis’s name and their purpose, and the guard pointed them along a gravel path that ran beside the stone privacy wall to the service entrance to the estate. Sanji still wore his black suit with white shirt and orange paisley tie. Zoro had thrown on a loose white tank, his swords still in the cross-sling sheath. They’d have to stash them, likely, once they got into the house. Probably wherever they wanted Zoro to leave his clothes. If it wasn’t secure, Sanji would hold onto them for the night.
The service entrance was an open side door that led to a branching corridor. Waitstaff bustled up and down the hall, going from the noisy kitchen to the party, brandishing trays with after dinner digestifs, finger desserts, and glasses of champagne and wine. Security was present by way of bulky men in suits who stationed themselves along the hallway. One of them stopped Sanji and Zoro. “Business?” he said, eyeing Zoro’s katanas.
“Entertainment,” Sanji answered.
Security nodded. “Up this hall, third door on the left.”
Sanji gave him a curt nod and led the way. The corridor was built from white stone with blue tile lining the floor. As it was the service corridor, no decoration hung from the walls. Sanji opened the third door on the left and ushered Zoro into what appeared to be a dressing area filled with scantily clad men and women and a severe-looking matron with steel hair and crisp suit. There were racks of clothing, mirrored dressing tables with makeup, lotions, and perfumes, lockers, and an attached shower room with toilet.
“Entertainment?” the matron said, her voice as clipped as her appearance. Sanji indicated yes. She went over to a desk in the corner of the room, picked up a clipboard, and brought it over to them. “Sign here. You’ll be paid two thousand beli for the night, which will be until around four in the morning. You’ll be expected to perform whatever’s requested within your comfort limits. If you can’t do something, let one of the security guards know. They’ll pass the guest onto someone else.”
Sanji handed the clipboard with the pen attached to Zoro first. “I presume the lockers are for our belongings.”
“Yes. Take whichever one is free and remove the key after locking it. The keys have pins so you can attach it to whatever you’re wearing,” the matron said. Zoro passed Sanji the clipboard and a sly smirk appeared on his shiny lips when Sanji put his own name down. The matron paid them up front. “Wear something off the racks, the more revealing the better. Treat the guests with utmost courtesy and professionalism. Most of them will be in their cups by now and will be released from the main ballroom to the entertainment rooms within the hour. If you think you need something to help you get by, check the yellow-covered dish on the dressing table.”
The matron was quick spoken and factual. It was obvious this was not her first party. She was likely an employee of the businessman who owned the estate.
Sanji went for the rack of clothing while Zoro went to pick a tall locker that would fit his katanas. The brothel workers held idle conversation, touching up their makeup or primping their hair. Some appeared high, likely from whatever was in the yellow-covered dish. Based on the attire the sex workers wore, Sanji was able to find something suitable for Zoro first and chucked it at his head. “Put those on. Leave on your boots.”
The handful of men in the room were wearing boots with tight shorts or underwear. The women all wore heels, along with corsets and stockings, sheer negligees, or other seductive attire. Sanji pinched off his nosebleed before it could get started as he looked for something for himself. He wasn’t a waif, like most of the sex workers in the room, but he also wasn’t a brick shithouse like Zoro. He liked to think that he was good-enough looking to bed without paying, though that had never occurred, except with Zoro and he was the one who’d jumped Zoro’s bones after they’d escaped Egghead Island.
Zoro came over as Sanji was still looking through the men’s clothing, fighting a minor wave of body shame. Zoro wore only the shorts Sanji had given him, with his boots. The shorts were form fitting, black, and the tip of his cock poked out the left hem revealing the gold hoop. He looked like he was smuggling a log. It was fucking hot. And Zoro wasn’t even hard yet.
“They don’t fit,” Zoro said, trying to tug down the shorts beyond his massive length.
Sanji wiped the salivation from his lips. “They fit perfectly. Everyone’s going to want a ride.”
Zoro eyed him skeptically, then his eye narrowed a little more. “You good, cook?”
Zoro had gotten a lot more attentive since Sanji’s courtship with death a couple months prior. Sanji brushed aside his feelings of inadequacy. “I’m fine. Trying to find something to make me look less… me.”
“You’re already damned hot in that suit. Too bad you can’t keep it on,” Zoro said as he began sorting through the rack.
Sanji felt his neck heat at the compliment. “Maybe I’ll sit out.”
“Nope. Gonna get you fucked.” Zoro found a pair of midnight blue short-shorts with no give. “Put these on.”
“I thought I was the one in charge here,” Sanji said, even as he took the shorts to change by the lockers. Zoro followed him, holding open the locker he’d picked for their stuff.
“Tonight, you’re another pretty sex worker who hopefully will get his ass reamed,” Zoro said blatantly. He ogled Sanji unabashedly as Sanji changed from his suit into the tiniest shorts he’d ever worn. Sanji looked like he was smuggling grapes, and both his asscheeks hung out the back. The midnight blue of the shorts made his skin look even paler than usual. He was glad his exoskeleton hadn’t turned him a weird color or was otherwise visible.
“You’re so hot.” Zoro’s voice had dropped into a lustful pitch. “I want to see you get fucked so bad.”
Sanji swallowed against the arousal that suddenly coated his throat. His cock stirred in the short-shorts, making them look even more obscene. “Shut up and close the locker.”
Zoro did as told and Sanji found a pair of boots in his size that buckled up to mid-calf. He went over to the mirror above an unoccupied dressing table and eyed himself critically. He was muscular, scarred, and looked nothing like the twinks in the room with them. He opened the yellow-covered dish on the dressing table, snagged a small piece of paper inside, and placed it on his tongue. Self-medicating was not an effective way to deal with self-doubts, but fuck it. Sanji was about to offer his body as entertainment for a business party. Getting high would make things all the more fun.
Zoro pinned the locker key to the inside of his boot, tried to tug down his shorts again, and joined Sanji where he’d moved to the side of the room. He slid a warm hand around Sanji’s back, resting it in the hollow of his lower spine above his ass. “Need to say the word?” Zoro asked him softly, so the others in the room wouldn’t overhear.
“That’s my line,” Sanji said.
“Goes both ways, remember?”
The lemon flavor of the drug patch spread across his tongue. He could already feel it seeping into him. It wouldn’t be long until he’d be flying free. “I’m good. You?”
“Yeah.” Zoro’s thumb stroked his back. “This’ll be fun.”
Sanji tapped Zoro’s mark. “You’re mine, remember. Don’t let anyone try to steal you.”
Zoro smiled like an idiot. “Yours.”
The matron called everyone to attention. “We’re going to the entertainment rooms. Pick whichever ones you’d like. Some have cameras, some have props, and some have only beds. The party ends when you stop getting visits. Follow me.”
Sanji felt desire slither down to his cock at the mention of cameras. He imagined all the naughty images he’d capture of Zoro if they had one. Maybe someone tonight would take Zoro’s picture and send it off to one of the dirty magazines Sanji hoarded. The idea made him horny as hell and his shorts revealed it all.
They fell into line with the sex workers, heading down the service corridor to an attached wing. Beyond a standard door was a new hallway in a residential portion of the estate. The blue tile and white stone walls continued, but now paintings, plants, and artful statues filled the hall. The arched windows let in the ocean breeze. The doors along the hallway were open, revealing various, red-lit rooms well appointed for sex. Security guards were stationed along the hallway, as well.
Sanji came to a sudden stop when he saw an open doorway with a sex swing in the center of the red-lit room. Lust slammed into him. He’d always wanted to try one. There would also be no question that he was seeking to be fucked. Zoro glanced at him, then into the room. A salacious smile spread over his lips. “Now I know where you’ll be and I’ll come and watch.”
Sanji felt the heat of arousal wash over his skin, coupled with the drug taking effect. Zoro nudged Sanji into the room before continuing on his way. Sanji spared a brief thought of worry that Zoro would get lost in a strange house, but it was only one corridor with many rooms along it. Zoro would open doors without going outside until he found Sanji again.
Intoxication flowed through Sanji, a buzzy high erasing the last vestiges of his body doubts. He walked around the square room, taking in its items. The red-tinted walls were bare, and a round rug had been placed beneath the sex swing. A table lined one wall, filled with lubricant, thin switches, dildos, strap-ons, and paddles. Fire lit Sanji’s veins from excited anticipation. He hoped someone used this stuff on him. There were bound to be horny men who wanted to fuck someone up the ass at the party. They’d hired those twinks, after all.
Sanji shed his short-shorts and eagerly lubed himself up. His fingers penetrated his asshole easily, he was already gagging for it. The lemon flavor now filled his entire mouth and made his brain pop. He looked around, hoping to spot a camera, because he was a naughty, naughty man. He didn’t spot one, which made him briefly sad, but then he moaned wantonly as he rubbed his prostate.
He didn’t want to get himself off before the main event, though, and so he pulled his fingers free, wiped them on one of the provided towels stacked at the end of the table, and hurried over to the black sex swing. It had four braces holding it off the ground at waist height, with a wide strap for behind the lower back and upper buttocks, another for the shoulders, and overhead binds to put ankles and wrists. Sanji had left on the boots and hoisted himself carefully onto the lower strap. He leaned back as the swing rocked with his movement. He wore a leer as he pushed first one foot, then the other, through the ankle straps. It made his legs spread nearly into the splits. He slid his wrists through the loose restraints above his head. There was no neck support and if he tilted his head back, someone could use his mouth in this position as well.
Fuck, he was horny. His cock was standing at attention, resting against his lower belly in a nest of dark blond curls. His body felt hot all over, skin prickling with anticipation and arousal. A speaker turned on from somewhere and exotic music began filling the room. He wondered if Zoro had picked a room similar to this, with props and toys, or if he’d gone with a bed. The lazy fucker probably picked the bed so he could nap if no one wanted to use him.
Sanji hoped Zoro got used. Imagining his darling pet drunk with desire as he was fucked or fucked someone sent thrills to Sanji’s hard cock. Sanji still needed to find that sex club, where he could watch other people abuse his beautiful boy in a variety of ways. Zoro had seen Sanji enjoy himself with women and tonight he might pay a visit to spy on Sanji enjoying himself with other men. They were such twisted, depraved individuals. They were perfect for each other.
Sanji heard voices floating down the hallway outside the still open door. His bare ass was exposed to the hallway, legs open wide, revealing himself basely. He shut his eyes and licked his lips. He sank into the tingle of artificial ecstasy, the want to fuck. Taking the tab had been the best idea. He was high, happy and horny. Three great H-words to be.
People wearing expensive dresses and suits began filtering past the room, glancing in at him in his swing. He was excited when someone peeled off, a heavy man in a too-small suit, who was rosy-cheeked from booze. He walked right up to Sanji in the swing, pinched Sanji’s ass, and laughed drunkenly. “Aren’t you a pretty sight?”
Sanji hummed excitedly, floating on a drugged cloud.
The heavy man pulled out his cock and stroked himself a few times before he lined himself up and shoved his erection into Sanji’s already slicked ass. Sanji moaned at the welcome intrusion. He’d so wanted to be fucked at this party tonight. The heavy man immediately began to ram into Sanji enthusiastically, dropping dirty words as he thrust into Sanji’s slick, grasping hole. “Such a tight whore. Take my cock, you bitch.” The swing rocked Sanji back and forth onto the guy’s length. It felt fucking fantastic. The motion of the swing only added to the carnality of being fucked by a stranger.
The heavy man grunted and groaned and plowed into Sanji with drunken abandon. “You like me fucking your cunt, don’t you? Greedy slut. Should take you home, make you my wife, fuck your tight little pussy every day.”
Sanji whined happily at the filthy feminization, his mind flying high. “Yes, make me your bitch wife. Fill my cunt to the brim.”
Beyond the heavy man’s shoulder, Sanji could see the door was still open and others were peering inside, waiting their turn. Sanji’s bouncing hard-on drooled at the sight. He was going to get fucked and fucked good. He wanted them all to take his pretty ass-pussy and use him to their heart’s content.
The heavy man finished with a yowl, filling Sanji’s ass with his cum. The swing stilled as the heavy man came down from his orgasmic high. He pulled out of Sanji, then patted Sanji’s ass affectionately. “Such a good slut,” he declared drunkenly before staggering away.
Immediately, two men came into the room next, looking very much alike – twins, maybe – and one took up position at Sanji’s ass, the other at Sanji’s head. Without saying a word, they proceeded to fuck Sanji in between them with their idential long, thin cocks. The swing rocked Sanji onto one cock and then the other. Sanji’s nose hit the guy’s balls with every swing and his twin’s pelvis on the return. Sanji was in heaven strapped in a sling. They dumped their loads into his ass and down his throat with identical hisses. Sanji wanted more.
After the twins came a woman in a pink sparkly dress who used the paddle to tan Sanji’s hide, giggling the whole while. Sanji felt mortification that she was seeing him spread wide like this, his hole reddened from use, his hard cock and balls on display. It made him feel debased, which in turn made him feel perversely delighted. Her spanking him changed him into a naughty boy needing punishment. There was no pain, but he knew his skin turned cherry red. HIs modifications hadn’t taken away the blood flow beneath his skin. He couldn’t bruise, because that was caused by a blood-vessel break, but the surface of his skin could still be affected. The evidence of the spanking would sadly fade too quickly. But the woman was having fun, and Sanji was having a bombed-out blast, so all was good.
Another man came next, with a porcine nose, and he proceeded to pork Sanji with piggy snorts and grunts. Sanji tried not to snicker the entire time. The fifth man shoved his lubed fist up Sanji’s ass without preparation, which sent Sanji over-the-moon. The man used the swing to his advantage, keeping his arm still and pushing back and forth on the suspension rope. His arm went deep. Sanji moaned with utter abandon, pleading, “More, more, more, more…” with every plunge into him. The man eventually stopped, to Sanji’s dismay, but then he walked around to Sanji’s head and fucked his upside down face. Sanji slurped and sucked feverently with intoxicated joy.
The next person to visit him was another woman, tall and boxy, and she used the strapon to fuck Sanji into oblivion. Sanji’s nose steadily dripped blood, coursing down his mustache and around the corners of his mouth, as he rocked back and forth with enough force to cause the swing supports to bounce on the rug. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” he exclaimed with every punishing thrust. He’d never been fucked by a woman before, like this. It was awesome. She took him for a while, enjoying multiple orgasms herself. Sanji wanted to grab his own dick and jerk off as she fucked him, but his brain was dribbling out his ears and his coordination was lacking. He was so fucking high.
When she finished, she stuffed the strapon in Sanji’s mouth, which was fucking hot, and left him alone. He suckled on the fake dick in his mouth, slicked with lube and other men’s cum. The strapon rested against the back of his throat, not deep enough to prevent breathing. He nursed with horny happiness as his mind replayed the images of the woman fucking him with it.
The guy who came in next was a freak after Sanji’s own heart. He used a switch to smack Sanji’s entire body and caused Sanji to come when the man seized Sanji’s cock in a meaty fist. The guy tisked at his lack of restraint and shoved the skinny switch down Sanji’s urethra. Sanji’s eyes rolled back in his head as a sharp, stinging sensation lashed through his cock. He was in ecstasy.
The man stuffed him full of dildos next, leaving the strapon in his mouth. Sanji's ass was stretched wide and dildos were shoved deep enough he could feel them rearranging his insides delightfully. The man was a serious pervert. Sanji adored it. The man grabbed the paddle and spanked the dildos deeper into Sanji’s ass. The chair violently rocked back and forth. Sanji felt tears of joy streaking from his closed eyes. The only thing that would be better was if he felt the bruising whomp of the spanking, too.
The man grabbed the switch in Sanji’s penis and fucked Sanji’s urethra with it viciously. Sanji whined steadily, drooling around the dildo, as the action was stimulating his prostate. The combination of sharp, stinging pain and the poking past his prostate threw him into a dizzying, seemingly unending orgasm. He came around the switch, spilling down the sides of his erect cock. His brain went hazy from the force behind his climax.
The man decided he’d had enough, leaving Sanji full of dildos and the switch in place. Sanji hung limply in the sex swing, spent. His mind hummed blankly. The music started to lull him to sleep.
Sanji roused when fingertips started plucking objects sticking out of his ass. He slit open his eyelids and saw a half-giant man looming over him. He barely even fit in the room, hunching down from the ceiling. An enormous finger dug into Sanji’s ass, scooping out the remaining dildos, causing Sanji to writhe on the swing in pleasure. Once as cleared as the half-giant liked, Sanji watched as he pulled down the front of his loose trousers to reveal a cock that made Zoro look like he had a teeny-tiny penis. The man was hung like an elephant, or half-giant, and he lubed himself up liberally before plunging into Sanji’s ass.
Sanji screamed around the strapon still in his mouth. There was actual pain with the thick, fat, enormous hammer of intrusion and it was fucking bliss. This was not the pain of self-harm, this was the pain of a really good fuck. It was like his fantasy of being fucked by multple huge men all rolled into one half-giant’s cock. Sanji loved it.
The half-giant plowed into him without pity, the swing rocking violently across the floor. Sanji’s head hung back, tears streaming down his temples, hair swinging wildly. He couldn’t imagine someone without his body taking this without dying. But Sanji was in heaven. He might even bleed. There was a possibility that there were dildos still crammed way up into him that were adding to the pain. He would be a babbling mess if the strapon wasn’t crammed into his mouth. He was glad he could still breathe, because he would’ve hated to be unconscious for this.
This was the best fucking night ever.
The half-giant finished with a roar, dumping boatloads of cum into Sanji’s battered ass. Sanji was a flopping sex doll hanging in the chair. The world spun with pain-induced rapture. He wished someone had caught this on camera, so he could pin it up in Zoro’s exercise locker in the Crow’s Nest and masturbate to it daily.
The half-giant pulled out of Sanji with a disgusting farty-squelch. He patted Sanji on the belly. “I never get to play with the toys at these things. Your friend said you had a special body and you’d take me. He’ll take care of you now. Thank you for the enjoyment.”
The half-giant fixed his trousers and left. And then Zoro was there, wearing a shit-eating grin. He quickly shut the door, cutting Sanji off for the night. He came over, stuck his fingers in Sanji’s splayed open ass, and rubbed Sanji’s prostate. Sanji whined and bucked on Zoro’s hand. “You’re all wet and used. It’s fucking hot as hell. I got to watch that half-giant ream you out. His cock was practically splitting you in half.”
Sanji whimpered around the strapon in his mouth. Zoro stretched to pluck it from between Sanji’s lips. He tossed it aside. “You look wrecked.”
“M’bleeding?” Sanji mumbled, trying to find his blissed-out brain and his voice.
Zoro pulled his fingers from Sanji’s ass and held them up for Sanji to see. Blood, lube, and cum slimed his hand. “Yeah. We’ll have to get you cleaned out.” He pushed his fingers back into Sanji and wiggled them.
Sanji gurgled. “I love you.”
Zoro laughed, loud and bright. “So that’s what it takes to get you to say it, finding a half-giant to fuck you in a sex swing.”
Sanji drooled a little down his chin. He was wasted, his body a pained disaster, and it was wonderful. “You gonna find another one for me?”
“Every island. Just so I can hear you say that you love me back.” Zoro pressed a noisy kiss on Sanji’s balls and eyed the switch sticking out of his penis. “Someone had fun with you.”
“Yeah. It was fucking fantastic,” Sanji sighed happily. “I’ll have to send Travis a fruit basket.”
Zoro’s brow furrowed. “Who’s Travis? The guy who did this?”
“The guy who gave me the card.” Sanji freed one hand from the wrist sling and stroked his fingers along his spent cock. “This was some pervert who whipped me with the switch and stuffed me full of dildos. I think there might be some still in me.”
Zoro grinned devilishly. “Guess I should find out, huh?”
Sanji grabbed the wrist strap quickly as Zoro pushed his whole hand into Sanji, going deep. Sanji thought he could feel Zoro groping around in his lower belly. A ragged cry tore from Sanji’s throat. Zoro used it as the prompt to lick up Sanji’s cock. “Fuck,” Sanji cursed as he started to harden again.
Zoro hummed happily and yanked the switch out of Sanji’s penis, which caused Sanji to shout out with pain. Zoro swallowed Sanji’s burgeoning erection down. Sanji’s mind became a mushy, gibbering mess, as Zoro fondled Sanji’s innards while blowing him. It was so much of the right kind of wrong that Sanji didn’t last but a few minutes, exploding into an orgasm so powerful that it felt like his balls turned inside out.
Zoro swallowed greedily around him before slurping off. He pressed a kiss to Sanji’s spread inner thigh. “For some reason, you taste like lemon.”
Sanji could barely keep his eyes open now. “Tab.”
“Tab?” Zoro sounded confused for a moment, then his tone cleared. “Oh, you took something from the yellow-covered dish. Did it help you feel good?”
“Mm-hmm,” Sanji hummed. He was starting to drift.
Zoro gave him another kiss on the thigh, removed his hand along with a dildo, and tossed the dildo on the floor. “I think it’s time to get you back to the ship.”
Sanji forced his eyes open as Zoro wiped him down with a towel. “Did you get fucked?”
“Nope. Fucked a lot of women, though. There was a line out the door. Had to limit them to one orgasm per lady. Theirs, not mine.” Zoro dropped the towel on the floor and helped Sanji’s lax body out of the swing. “If I never see another pussy again, I’ll be happy.”
Sanji sputtered a laugh. “My poor gay pet, ravaged by the ladies.”
“Seeing you getting fucked by the half-giant made it worth it.”
Sanji grinned lazily. “So good.”
“Yeah.” Zoro pecked a kiss on the tip of Sanji’s nose, then scooped Sanji up in his arms, bridal style. Sanji was too braindead to protest. “Stay awake long enough to lead me back to the dressing room.”
“M’kay.” Sanji nuzzled against Zoro’s neck as Zoro juggled the doorknob to open the door, then carried him out of the room. “Other way, moron.”
Zoro reversed down the other direction in the corridor. Sanji pointed out the door they’d entered from and then the door to the dressing room. There were a few other sex workers in the room, changing into their street clothes. Zoro set Sanji on a chair, removed the key from his boot, and retrieved their belongings. He dressed first before helping Sanji with his clothes. He didn’t bother buttoning Sanj’s shirt.
Sanji thought about filtching some of the tabs from the yellow-covered dish, but it was too far away to reach and he didn’t want to move. Zoro settled his katanas around his back, made sure their money was still in the breast pocket of Sanji’s suit, and scooped Sanji up again.
Sanji made a token protest this time. “I can walk, stupid swordsman.”
“Nope. I’m doing the aftercare tonight and this is part of it.” Zoro walked out of the dressing room, carrying Sanji bridal-style again.
“Wrong way,” Sanji said. Zoro turned around and made his way out of the estate.
The walk back to the docks on the other side of town was made with little conversation beyond Sanji directing Zoro. It was quiet in the early hours of the morning. The winding streets were empty of all but a few souls wandering home from a party or the bar. They made it back to the Sunny without getting lost or being accosted by anyone. Zoro deposited Sanji in front of the ladder hatch that would lead up to the bathroom before fetching the master key and unlocking the ship for them.
Sanji tiredly climbed the ladder to the bathroom. Zoro reappeared while Sanji was stripping off his clothes, carrying a bottle of water. “Drink all this.”
Sanji did as requested, though he sipped it instead of guzzling it down. Zoro removed his own clothing, his katanas no longer with him – likely in the men’s quarters – and used the water closet before escorting Sanji into the bathroom.
The bathroom on the Thousand Sunny was a circular room divided by a wall that separated the outer half with the water closet, sink, cubbies, storage, and ladder from the bathing room itself. The bathing area had a bench that ran along one wall, a shower with removable wand, and a large onsen-style bathtub big enough for the crew to share. A bubble pattern was on the tile on the floor. A window let in the moonlight above the tub and soft yellow lighting glowed from the sconces hanging on the dividing wall.
Sanji kept drinking from the bottle as Zoro hosed him down with warm shower water. He’d brought in the enema attachment they kept in Zoro’s cubby in the outer room. Zoro used it on Sanji, cleaning him out. Sanji got a thrill from it, but he was too exhausted to get hard again.
“You have a million gallons of cum in you,” Zoro said, amused.
“I only got fucked in the ass by three men and a half-giant,” Sanji said, shutting his eyes and relaxing against Zoro’s shoulder as the water rushed from his battered hole. “A woman came and fucked me, too. It was fabulous.”
“See, women can be perverts, too.”
“Tch. Take that back.” Sanji kicked weakly at Zoro’s shin, making Zoro chuckle.
Zoro finished cleaning him before washing himself down. He toweled them both dry. Zoro reapplied the healing salve to his cock and lip balm to his mouth. He cleaned the enema attachment before putting everything away again in his cubby. The used towels went in the laundry.
Zoro gathered their clothing and prompted a sleepy Sanji down the ladder. They went across the main deck to the men’s quarters, where Zoro dressed Sanji in his silky pajamas. The men’s quarters held eight hanging bunks, stacked two high, as well as a set of lockers, a sunken table and couch, and a sink by the door. Zoro gave Sanji his toothbrush with toothpaste on it, and Sanji brushed his teeth. Afterward, Zoro guided him to his bunk, drew back the covers, and helped him into bed.
Zoro tucked the covers around Sanji’s shoulders and brushed his fingers through Sanji’s damp hair. “I had fun today.”
“Me, too.” Sanji smiled beatifically at the dirty images flickering through his mind. “Remind me to buy a camera.”
Zoro chuckled. “Pervert.”
“You love it.”
“Yeah,” Zoro said fondly. “Sleep well, love.”
Sanji snuggled into his pillow with an exhausted sigh. “You’re a good pet.”
Zoro chuckled softly and brushed a kiss on Sanji’s forehead. “Yours.”
Sanji hummed contentedly and drifted off to sleep.
End