Sanji watched beneath hooded eyelids as Vanessa adjusted her knees in the stirrups, riding Zoro’s bare back. Fully nude, the riding crop in her hand resounded with a sharp crack as it snapped across Zoro’s ass. A series of raised, red welts already desecrated his skin, layered over one another.
The horsetail plug shifted back and forth with Zoro’s every crawl forward on his hands and knees. A bridle bit stretched his lips, clamped between his teeth, reins attached to the rings on either side and held tightly in Vanessa’s hand, keeping his head raised. Blinders rode on either side of his head, blocking his vision. He didn’t wear a full horse mask, just a leather strap bridle with pointed horse ears at the top.
Stirrups that supported the knees and feet stretched across his back, allowing Vanessa to ride him comfortably. Zoro’s long cock swung he crawled, the piercing at the tip occasionally catching in the lamplight. He was nude save for his boots, his swords by Sanji’s side. A cock-ring nestled at the base of his shaft, keeping him hard. Every so often Sanji would catch a glimpse of his distended sac past the horse tail, his balls bound by a separating cord, making each one perversely distinct.
Violin music played on a phonograph in Vanessa’s lounge. A blue brocade settee and chair angled toward the fireplace, anchored by a rich throw rug. A masterpiece of paintings hung on the rose-colored walls. Elegance dripped from every surface; a wine cart with crystal goblets, plush pillows velvety soft to the touch, draperies hanging from gold lintels.
Sanji leaned back in the chair, thighs spread, allowing Vanessa’s companion Sonya room. Sonya’s dark hair swayed as she bobbed over Sanji’s lap, her painted lips wrapped around his turgid cock. Her tongue laved at his shaft, the tight suction exceptionally pleasurable. The zip on his trousers bit at the lower edge of his erection, adding a nice sting now and again, though it hardly registered.
Sanji had met the couple at a less reputable tavern in the portside town where the Sunny docked. He’d taken Zoro into town for the evening, using him as a seat as he dined. Zoro had his head in his dog bowl at the time, happily drinking the beer Sanji’d poured into it. The ladies joined him for a drink, commenting favorably on the cut of his suit and the good behavior of his pet. Vanessa admitted freely that they frequented the tavern to find a bit of rough when a new ship docked. She propositioned Sanji outright – Sonya would entertain him while Vanessa had her way with Zoro. It was an easy decision to make, and after Sanji stemmed his nosebleed, they’d joined the ladies at their home.
Zoro whinnied on command, Vanessa striking her crop again to keep him moving. Sanji enjoyed the way she used Zoro – they hadn’t done much in the way of animal play with associated gear. Light dog play while out had been the extent of it. Sanji might have to change that. He shifted slightly, his body responding to the thought, as he glanced down at Sonya, hand lightly on the top of her head. Her dark lashes fanned against her pale skin, lips forming a tight ring around his cock. She was strikingly pretty, and Sanji felt desire flare through him, fed by her actions and the heat humming through the room.
Sanji’s attention caught as Vanessa reined Zoro to a stop, climbed off him, then prompted him onto his back. Firelight painted his tanned skin gold as he lay on the rug, catching on the scar bisecting his chest. She straddled his waist, lifting his thick cock upright. Sanji licked his lips as Vanessa sank down onto Zoro’s cock, his girth stretching her feminine folds. He watched her ride Zoro in a different way, taking her pleasure as she wanted. Zoro cupped and fondled her breasts at her directive, the bridle cutting lines across his face.
The tableau before him spiked Sanji’s hunger for more. He prompted Sonya up, and after a roll of protection, settled her onto his lap. He sank into her slick heat, a throaty moan resounding from his lips. He grasped her narrow hips, prompting her to ride him like Vanessa took Zoro.
Desire and pleasure coiled in Sanji’s stomach as Sonya rocked her hips. He shifted his gaze between Sonya and Venessa, thoroughly relishing both women enjoying themselves. Sonya’s body gripped him, her head thrown back as she raised up and down on his lap. Her fingers splayed over his shirt, her full breasts hanging free from her unbuttoned blouse.
Sanji rolled her lush nipples between his fingertips, leaning forward to draw one into his mouth. He suckled her as she bounced, his other hand moving to her bare bottom, helping her along. He could feel the pressure building inside him, the long tease of her mouth having drawn him toward the edge.
He heard the snap of the crop again, a shiver of dark pleasure skating up his spine. His baby was being hurt beautifully, in the way Sanji knew he loved. Though women weren’t his preference, he performed as told, and that stoked the flames of Sanji’s desire.
Rhythmic sounds of sex filled the room. The air felt close with heat and scent, skin and sweat softened by perfume. Music hummed through the space, sensual and steady, mirroring the bodies in motion. Firelight danced and hissed, casting everything in molten orange.
Sanji shifted to Sonya’s other breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against the hardened flesh. He drew his free hand inward, stroking his fingers along her cleft, lightly tickling against her puckered hole. She gasped and writhed against him, bouncing harder, rubbing against his pelvis with every downstroke. He wondered if she would let him in there, stretch her open, feel her clench tightly around his shaft. Or Zoro, seeing her split wide as his thick length pierced her, as Sanji pounded into her hot, wet vagina.
Orgasm rose up with the image in his mind, and Sanji tipped over the edge with a sharp inhale of breath. His brain fuzzed as his body shuddered through climax, spilling within the protection deep inside Sonya’s silken heat. Sonya kept riding him past pleasure into oversensitivity, drawing out his own spiked gratification. He let her use him, head falling back onto the chair, breath coming in soft pants. He slid his gaze past her shoulder, watching through half-lidded eyes as Vanessa rode Zoro to her own release.
Sonya eventually shattered around him, inner walls fluttering, breath coming in short gasps. She slowly settled, sliding forward to rest her body against Sanji’s, her head tucked into his neck. Sanji lightly petted her back, gaze still on Zoro as Vanessa brought the crop down across his trussed balls. He loved the sound of Zoro whinny of pain. Zoro’s lone eye rolled with ecstasy, though he would never come without permission.
Vanessa reached climax grinding on Zoro’s cock, her bare body flushed with euphoria. She sat astride him as she gathered her breath before rising off his still hard shaft. The shiny, slick length dropped heavily onto Zoro’s belly. She glanced back at Sanji, a satisfied smile on her lips. “May I reward this good little horse for his behavior?”
Sanji’s mouth curved up in the corner. “Be my guest. Squeeze his sac ‘til he comes.”
Vanessa’s eyes gleamed in the lamplight as she removed the cock-ring around the base of Zoro’s shaft. Zoro spread his legs without being prompted, fully exposing his bound balls. Vanessa praised him before wrapping her fingers around him and squeezing hard.
Zoro’s cry split the air around the thick bit in his mouth. Semen shot from his cock as orgasm hit when she gave him a vicious twist, painting across his torso, hitting him under the chin. Vanessa gripped him through it, until the last spurt was milked from him. Her sinful smile tugged one onto Sanji’s own face, as his darling pet lay spent.
The room settled into a heavy, sated stillness. Breath gradually evened out, the sharp edges of the moment softening into warmth. Firelight dimmed into a steadier glow, shadows stretching long across the floor.
Vanessa rose gracefully to her feet, sliding on a silk robe, tying it around her waist. She prompted Sonya off Sanji, sending her off with a kiss. Sanji rid himself of the protection before tucking himself away.
“You can see yourselves out,” Vanessa said with a fond caress to Sanji’s arm. Then she left the room, her bare footsteps fading away.
Lamplight pooled softly on the floor, undisturbed now that they were alone. Silence settled in, the air holding the imprint of what had just passed. Sanji crouched beside Zoro with a satisfied sigh. He swiped a knuckle against the tear that had escaped Zoro’s eye. “You did good, my pet. I’m proud of you.”
Zoro’s warm gaze held a hint of pride, and he attempted to nuzzle into Sanji’s touch. Sanji brushes his hand over Zoro’s sweaty hair, patting between the horse ears. “Let’s get this off you,” he murmured, undoing the buckles and straps.
Once Zoro was free from the horse play gear, Sanji laid it neatly on the couch and helped Zoro to his feet. He caressed Zoro’s bruised sac, earning a whimper, which he kissed away. He dressed Zoro in his long-coat, wrapping the red sash around his waist, but didn’t attach his leash. Zoro slid his swords into the band at his side and slipped his hand into Sanji’s.
“Did you like that, my pretty boy, being a horse?” Sanji asked, as he led Zoro from the lounge and out of the house. He shut the front door behind them. Cool night air washed over them, a sharp contrast to the warmth they’d left behind.
Zoro nodded, his voice rough when he spoke. “It was fun.”
“Would you want to do it again?” Sanji cut him a glance as they strolled away. The street lay mostly empty, their voices and footsteps carried softly into the dark. “Play darker as my puppy?”
A smile curved Zoro’s lips. “Wouldn’t mind that at all.”
“Such a good pet you are,” Sanji praised, squeezing Zoro’s hand. “When we get back, I’ll help you in the bath, then I’ll take out the onigiri.”
Zoro hummed in agreement, body loose, a content look on his face. Sanji loved seeing Zoro relaxed and happy almost as much as he loved seeing Zoro trussed up and in darkly desired pain. He squeezed Zoro’s hand again, earning a soft smile.
The Sunny lay quiet when they returned, the rest of the crew still out on the town. Sanji tended to Zoro, then tucked him into bed before taking a smoke out on deck. The ship rocked gently on its mooring, the moonlight a sliver overhead in the night sky. The faint splash of the tide against the shoreline underscored the whisper of the wind.
Sanji held the smoke in his lungs, eyes drifting over the quiet harbor. He felt a deep contentment with himself and his life. Sometimes he struggled still, his unwanted modifications tangling with his sense of self-worth. Owing Zoro, taking care of him, gave him a purpose beyond that of ship’s cook and nakama to the crew. Without Zoro, Sanji knew he’d be hundreds of fathoms deep – Zoro’s desperate rescue and heartfelt confession the only reason he still lived.
Sanji exhaled slowly, the smoke curling toward the sky. It was nearing the anniversary where something fun turned into something permanent, when Zoro took his mark and made it his own. Their open relationship involved many others, including the crew, but Sanji knew his heart belonged to Zoro and Zoro’s to him.
A shooting star streamed across the sky, but Sanji didn’t make a wish. He already had everything he wanted and more.
End