Sanji contorted into a backbend, dodging the blade aimed at his neck. Hands planted firmly on the ground, he kicked up his foot, intending to catch his opponent under the chin. His opponent blocked, but Sanji had two feet, and the second one connected with a solid smack. Sanji flipped back upright and immediately flung himself to the side as a sword came winging at him. His heart raced with exhilaration, blood pumping through his veins. The annoyance behind the fight’s start had morphed into a battle of one-upmanship and Sanji was going to win.
Zoro smirked at Sanji around Wado in his mouth. He spun with a double curved carve, Enma and Kitetsu humming as they sliced through the air. Sanji’s precise timing allowed him to flip through the arc of both blades. He landed on his hands again, vaulted upright, and immediately pivoted with a back kick that caught Zoro in the side. Zoro stumbled before he caught himself and swung around swiftly with dual energy slices that cracked across Sanji’s back. The power behind it launched Sanji halfway across the deck. He tucked into a forward roll when he landed, jumping back up onto his feet.
Spinning around, Sanji blocked the attack from behind with a haki-coated shin, the clash of haki-against-haki ringing loudly across the Thousand Sunny. Sanji jumped onto that foot as he kicked up the other, this time catching Zoro under the chin. Zoro’s head flung back with a surprised grunt of pain and Sanji grinned. He dropped while Zoro was distracted and swept his foot against Zoro’s ankles. Zoro toppled over like a felled tree. Sanji jumped to his feet and pressed his heel against Zoro’s throat.
Zoro could escape, of course. Sanji knew it. If he was facing a real opponent, Sanji wouldn’t have hesitated to crush his foe’s throat. But this was as much of a battle of wills as it was a battle of skill. He waited to see if Zoro would yield or if the fight would go on.
The feel of a blade tip poking at his ass meant Zoro wanted to still fight. Sanji let him up, backing away, allowing Zoro to get back onto his feet. Zoro adjusted his stance, bringing his two blades up to meet the third in his mouth. His dark eye danced with excitement, ready to begin again.
Sanji launched himself at Zoro, expecting the block, using it as an opportunity to get closer. They had an agreement that Sanji wouldn’t Sky Walk or use his speed. Zoro might be stronger than him, but Sanji was quicker, and it would become more of a fight about observation haki if Sanji put on speed. What fun was that?
Sanji bent forward at the waist, ducking beneath his slices, grabbed Zoro around the thighs, and used Zoro’s body as a support to swing both his heels up at Zoro’s face. Zoro three blades connected in a triple-cross block. Sanji let go, dropping onto his hands, throwing his legs into the splits as Zoro aimed to strike downward. The swish of the blades came within a hair's breadth to Sanji’s balls.
Sanji pivoted on one hand, contorting his body again to roll onto a shoulder and up to his feet. He felt the smack of the blunt side of Zoro’s katana against his back. He dove forward, away from Zoro, somersaulting again to his feet. He struck out with a back kick at Zoro’s hip, caught the block from the blade, spun swiftly in the opposite direction to use the same foot for a round off. Zoro twisted an arm to bring the katana down in time to parry.
“Island-ho!” Franky’s voice came over the loudspeaker. “One nautical mile off the starboard bow.”
“Yaha!” Luffy shouted excitedly, running over to the starboard rail. Nami, Robin, and Chopper, who’d been sitting on the deck beneath the tree, got up and joined him. At his branch office above the galley, Usopp rose to take a look.
The toe of Sanji’s shoe still pressed against the side of Zoro’s blade. “Kneel.”
Zoro dropped immediately, katanas in his hand falling to his side. Sanji lowered his foot and closed the short distance between them. He removed Wado from Zoro’s mouth before petting his fingers through Zoro’s short hair. Zoro nuzzled Sanji’s crotch with affection, right on the deck where everyone could see. “Good boy,” Sanji praised.
Sanji glanced over the starboard side, seeing the island Franky had spotted in the distance. It wasn’t a scheduled stop on the log pose. He wondered what kind of island it would be. He slid his finger across Zoro’s owner’s mark behind his left ear. Would it be a playground for them, or something more benign?
“Go and clean up,” Sanji ordered Zoro. “Use the enema attachment. And wash your hair, you dirty dog.”
“Yes, Sanji,” Zoro said with a quick grin.
Sanji smacked him lightly across the head. “Go.”
Zoro climbed to his feet, accepted Wado back from Sanji, and headed toward the back of the ship. Sanji went to join the others at the rail. Dressed in a blue button-down shirt tucked into navy trousers, he pulled a cigarette from the pack in the breast pocket of his shirt and lit up. He leaned against the rail beside Nami. “Hello, my lovely mellorine. I have missed your divine presence.”
Nami snorted. “Try saying that after Zoro’s face wasn’t in your crotch.”
“I can be complementary and a good pet owner,” Sanji said with a wink. Nami laughed.
Ever since Sanji had marked Zoro, Sanji had felt a change in himself. He no longer felt the need to impress the ladies or express his love (or horniness) constantly for them. He could still shower them with affection and compliments, but it didn’t feel like he was trying to please anyone anymore. He was simply Sanji, and Sanji was an occasional horndog who had a beloved sub and great, open-minded friends.
It was Robin who’d clued Sanji into the change within himself. She’d come into the galley late one afternoon while Sanji was prepping for dinner. “Good afternoon, Robin-chan. Your gracious presence in my galley brightens my day. How might I help you?”
“A cup of hot tea would be lovely,” Robin replied, taking a seat at the dining table.
Sanji had prepared her tea, brought it to her with a smile, and returned to his prep work. He and Robin fell into easy conversation, about dinner, what she had been reading recently, and general ship shenanigans. When she finished her tea, she brought her cup over to the sink, over which Sanji protested. “You needn't clean up after yourself, Robin-chan. I will do it for you.”
Robin smiled at him. “It is no bother, Sanji.” Then, she kissed him on the cheek.
Startled, Sanji stared at her in shock. “Robin-chan?”
“It is wonderful to have a pleasant conversation with you, without the unneeded flattery,” she told him. “Your new bond with Zoro has given you a settledness that is lovely.”
It had taken him a moment to understand what she’d meant. Sanji realized he hadn’t excessively complimented her, gone heart-eyed or noodle-armed once since she’d been in the galley, save for the sincere greeting when she’d come in. “I guess it has,” he said, turning what she said about Zoro over in his mind. He had been feeling less jittery, less needy lately.
“I am glad that you were able to find a relationship that works for you both,” she said. “It is openly unconventional and refreshing. It is nice to see you both happy.”
Sanji smiled. He couldn’t deny that he was happy. “Thank you, Robin-chan. If there is ever anything I may do for you and Franky, please do not hesitate to ask.”
Robin’s own smile grew coy. “I do have a birthday coming up. Perhaps I shall ask to borrow Zoro for the evening, to enjoy between Franky and myself.”
Dirty images immediately sprang forth in Sanji’s mind, including memories of seeing Zoro pleasuring both Robin and Franky with his mouth, and Sanji’s nose exploded into a nosebleed. “Yes, yes. A million times yes.”
Robin laughed. “You are sweet. Thank you, again, for the tea.”
Sanji had to change after that conversation with her, due to all the blood.
The island in the distance had snowy mountains that appeared to gleam in the mid-day sunshine. Sanji blew the smoke from his cigarette away from Nami as the Thousand Sunny changed course. “What type of island would you like?” he asked her.
“One that has a spa,” Nami replied, stretching her shoulders by pulling back with her hands on the rail. “That last storm we went through still has me knotted up.”
Sanji wouldn’t mind that, either. A nice, quiet evening away from the crew and responsibilities, being pampered. The past month had been fraught with harsh weather and harsher fights. “Think we’ll stay a day or two?”
“Maybe.” Nami grinned slyly at him. “I know you want to have enough time to play with Zoro.”
“You know me so well, darling Nami-san.” Sanji smiled. “But sometimes the break is nice, too.”
“Yeah. Being cooped up onboard can get irritating, especially with Luffy.” Nami sighed and turned away from the rail. “I’m going to check my maps, see if this island is already on it. If not, I’ll do some preliminary work to map it.”
Sanji glanced back over the ocean at the island as Nami walked away. He was hopeful that Nami’s wish would come true.
Frostbell Island was a climate anomaly, where the island itself was shrouded in winter and the surrounding sea was a pleasant spring. The mountainous terrain framed the town. Chimneys puffed smoke steadily from cozy fires built within log cabins and businesses. Evergreens grew tall and broad between the buildings. The streets were covered with a dusting of snow. Frostbell boasted hot springs, expansive inns and chalets, skiing, sledding, and other winter activities. Near the docks, the town catered more toward sailors and pirates, with taverns, brothels, markets, and a shipyard. Several of the inns and hot springs offered spa services, much to Nami’s – and Sanji’s – delight.
Sanji stood in the men’s quarters by the lockers, giving Zoro an inspection. The men’s quarters on the Sunny slept eight, with hanging double-bunks, a sink with storage for their toothbrushes and shaving kits, a sunken kotatsu-type table and seating for games and quiet relaxation, and a row of lockers that stored their personal belongings and clothing. Sanji had more clothing down in the storage room below the men’s quarters, accessible by ladder. He kept a few toys in both his and Zoro’s locker, but they rarely did anything in the men’s quarters as it was occupied regularly by their crewmates. Luckily, everyone but Sanji and Zoro had already left for town.
Zoro stood completely naked in front of Sanji, legs spread apart, hands behind him holding his asscheeks apart. Sanji pressed his thumb to Zoro’s lower lip until Zoro opened his mouth. Then, Sanji hooked his thumb over Zoro’s bottom teeth to open it further and checked his breath. Minty fresh. “You brushed your teeth?” he asked, even though he knew the answer, as he released Zoro’s mouth.
“Yes, Sanji,” Zoro answered.
Sanji curled around Zoro, checking behind Zoro’s ears, bending to look at Zoro’s exposed hole. “Cleaned your ass like I told you?”
“Yes, Sanji.”
He straightened and slid his fingers through the back of Zoro’s soft hair. “Washed your hair?”
“Yes, Sanji.”
Sanji circled around Zoro to the front again, examining him closely, checking all crevices including between his toes. “Tsk. It looks like you missed a spot,” he said, rubbing his finger between Zoro’s pinkie toe and the one beside it. “Bad, bad, Zoro. I am afraid I will have to punish you.”
Zoro’s big cock twitched with excitement. It currently hung soft between his thighs, the gold hoop piercing at the tip. Even limp, Zoro’s massive cock reached mid-thigh. Sanji gave Zoro’s cockhead a solid flick with a finger, making it jump again, before straightening. “What do you say?”
Zoro’s eye darkened with lust. “Please punish me, Sanji.”
Sanji suspected Zoro might have missed a spot on purpose. The masochist loved getting his ass beaten. Sanji walked over to the sunken table and sat on the end. “Across my lap, dick between my thighs.”
Zoro’s cock hardened more as he strode quickly over to Sanji. Sanji’s lips twitched at his eagerness. Zoro draped himself readily across Sanji’s lap, fitting his cock between Sanji’s thighs. His chest draped downward, his head touching the floor. He supported himself with his hands. His legs stuck out behind him.
Sanji was presented with his favorite part of Zoro, Zoro’s ass. As much as he loved Zoro’s cock, Zoro’s pert, muscular backside with its tight, hot hole was Zoro’s best feature. Sanji loved playing with Zoro’s ass, outside and inside of it. He loved fucking it, sticking things into it, smacking it with his hand or straps, seeing other people fuck it. Zoro’s ass was made to be used and used often.
Sanji clamped his thighs crushingly around Zoro’s erection and he heard Zoro hiss in pain. Sanji could easily rip it off if he wanted. The power in his thighs, especially when he tightened his quads, had bruising strength. He knew Zoro wanted the pain, craved it, even. Zoro’s heavy masochistic desires satisfied Sanji’s sadistic heart.
Sanji’s gaze slid over Zoro’s back, exposed to the lights. It was mottled with scars from being run through, crashing into rocks and other sharp environmental things, or from having buildings fall on him. None of them were caused by turning away from an opponent, which Zoro felt was a swordsman’s shame. Sanji didn’t use anything that would leave permanent marks on Zoro, only leather straps that raised welts and bruises. He wasn’t into knife or blade play, they got enough of that from their actual fights with enemies. The moxibustion brand of Sanji’s name behind Zoro’s left ear was the single exception to permanent marking and that had been electively done by Zoro himself.
But it was fun to bruise Zoro, fun to see him squirm and gasp and cry out with pain. Sometimes, Sanji would bite him, draw blood, but never anything that wouldn’t heal in a few days. Sanji used clamps on occasion, a lot of bindings, and suspension play. Things that hurt Zoro deliciously in a way they both adored.
“How many spanks do you deserve, hm?” Sanji asked, rubbing his palm over Zoro’s bare ass.
“As many as you see fit, Sanji,” Zoro answered immediately.
Sanji smiled. His pet was nicely trained. “Don’t count, because this is going to be very hard and very fast. And I’ll know you’ve had enough when you start to cry.”
Zoro made an aroused sound in his throat and he twitched with excitement on Sanji’s lap. It made Sanji’s smile grow larger. “You are such a pain slut.” He rubbed his palm against Zoro’s ass again. “Are you ready to cry, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Sanji.” The hungry eagerness in Zoro’s tone made Sanji harden in his trousers. This was going to be good.
Sanji had two advantages when it came to spanking Zoro. One, he felt no pain, so his hand wouldn’t hurt. And two, he’d learned how to isolate his speed to his arm. He raised his hand slowly, anticipation coiling in his own gut, and smacked Zoro’s ass once, hard, loud enough for it to echo in the men’s quarters. Sanji heard the yelp Zoro tried to suppress and his smile darkened. It was time for some fun.
Sanji raised his hand again and, this time, when he brought it down onto Zoro’s ass, he kicked up the speed. He started spanking Zoro so hard and so fast that his hand was a blur and the smacking was a continuous, sharp percussive sound that rang clearly in the room. Zoro lasted less than a minute before he was crying freely. Zoro could hold back on his pain, not show it, but he understood how much Sanji liked hearing him let go. He writhed on Sanji’s lap, causing his cock to become even more crushed. Dark, sadistic joy bubbled in Sanji, Zoro’s cries music to his ears.
Sanji laid down one final spank before stopping. He gazed at his handwork. Zoro’s ass was fiercely red and Sanji could feel the heat rising from it. It would bloom into beautiful bruises by later that evening. Zoro wouldn’t be able to sit down without hurting. His trousers would rub sensitively against his spanked hide when he walked.
“Do you feel you’ve been adequately punished?” Sanji asked, bringing his hand to his mouth and slicking his middle finger with saliva.
Zoro was still trying to rein in his tears. “Yes, Sanji,” he croaked wetly.
“I think so, too,” Sanji said. He put his hand on Zoro’s spanked ass, eliciting a loud whimper from Zoro, and pressed his wet finger into Zoro’s asshole. He worked his finger in and out of Zoro’s tight body. “My bad boy took his punishment well. What do you say?”
“Thank you for punishing me, Sanji,” Zoro dutifully whimpered.
Sanji loved his sub. He unclenched his thighs. “Stand up. Let me see your cock.”
It took Zoro a long moment before he managed to get to his feet. He stood in front of Sanji’s knees. At Sanji’s height sitting on the table, Zoro’s cock was at face-level. It sported bright red splotches along its length. It, too, would bruise beautifully in a few hours. He looked up at Zoro’s face, which was pink and streaked with tears and snot. Zoro had finally gotten himself under control.
Sanji gave Zoro’s penis an affectionate pat before instructing, “Step back.”
Zoro took a step back and Sanji rose to his feet. They were the same height, which made it easy to cup Zoro’s cheeks. “You are so pretty when you cry,” he crooned before pressing a kiss to Zoro’s lips. “You don’t do it often enough.”
Zoro hummed and his damp eye glittered with ardency. Sanji brushed another kiss on his lips. “Blow your nose and wash your face. Then, get dressed, trousers, t-shirt, boots. Wear your winter coat. Don’t want my pet freezing when I take him for a walk.”
“Yes, Sanji.” Zoro’s tone was still cracked and uneven. He walked with slight stiffness, his ass like a bright red beacon.
Sanji went to his locker and removed his coat. He’d already packed a bag for them, after a brief foray into town to see what was available and make arrangements. Beneath his mid-blue, single-breasted suit, he wore a peach shirt with no tie and a wide plug was stretching his lubed ass. He dropped a tube of lubricant in the pocket of Zoro’s coat, as he would be needing it as soon as they got to their first destination.
Once Zoro was fully dressed, his cock tucked up in the waistband of his trousers, Sanji attached the leash to the hoop piercing and fed it through the bottom two buttons of Zoro’s winter coat. Sanji double-checked that he had his cigarettes and his beli, slung the overnight bag over his shoulder, and led Zoro out of the men’s quarters.
It was mid-afternoon, and though it was cold outside, the sun shone brightly in the sky. Sanji had made certain everything was locked up tight before they’d left. Sanji descended the gangplank to the dock, holding onto Zoro’s leash. The Sunny wasn’t the only ship in the harbor. Another larger brigantine was berthed across from them, and several smaller ships were tied up at the various piers that stretched into the bay. Sanji noted at least one other pirate flag, but not one that he recognized. He’d learned the marines occasionally stopped for a visit, but none of their ships were currently in the harbor. The Straw Hats might get away with having a pleasant visit rather than a chaotic, bloody one.
Sanji knew exactly how he wanted to spend his evening of pampering and relaxation. His steps weren’t hesitant as he made his way out of the harbor directly to one of the several brothels that lined the closest street. While Sanji did adore Zoro’s ass, sometimes he wanted a woman and the different feeling they brought. He hadn’t had sex with a woman in a while, not counting the woman who’d pegged him on Duskwater Island. He hadn’t penetrated her, though.
Sanji had visited the brothels while he was in town stocking up earlier, selecting one that would permit Zoro’s presence – and his swords – even if he wasn’t partaking in the working women. The brothel they stepped into was typical of all brothels Sanji had visited. It had a main parlor in the front, where men and the occasional woman could gather with the sex workers to choose who they wished to bed, a back parlor where men who enjoyed men could take their pick, and a bevy of bedrooms in which the workers performed.
Sanji paid the matron up front and a lovely worker with curling brunette hair, ample bosom, and luscious curves led Sanji and Zoro up a set of stairs to the second floor. Her bedroom was painted in dark shades of rose and wine and her frameless bed with deep red sheets took up the majority of the room. The lamp had a filmy red cloth over the top, casting the room in a soft glow. She smiled coyly at them both, allowing her pale pink robe to fall open, revealing the curves of her bare breasts and her neatly trimmed womanhood. “Which one of you gentlemen am I getting the honor of sharing my bed?”
Sanji pinched his nose to stop the nosebleed. He would be mortified if he couldn’t control himself. He made a note not to go so long without seeing a naked woman in the flesh. The ones he enjoyed looking at in his smutty magazines weren’t the same. “That would be me. My pet is going to take me as I have you.”
The woman appeared intrigued by this. “I don’t get many who go both ways, or have pets.” She glanced at Zoro’s swords. “Who doubles as bodyguards.”
Sanji was amused by the presumption, but he didn’t correct her. He unbuttoned his winter coat. “May we undress?” he asked. It was only polite, and he found the women at the brothels to be pleased with being asked. This worker was no different.
“Thank you for asking,” she said with a warm smile. “Yes. Join me in bed when you are ready.”
Sanji watched as her hips swung back and forth as she moved toward the bed. She allowed her robe to fall to her feet and she glanced seductively over her shoulder at Sanji. Sanji had to pinch his nose again.
Zoro’s small huff of amusement drew Sanji’s attention. Sanji scowled. “Coat and clothes off, marimo. You’ll find the slick in your pocket. Wait at the end of the bed until I tell you.”
Zoro nodded once, still appearing amused. Sanji might have to spank him again, simply because he was being a brat. But later. Right now, a beautiful woman was waiting for him in bed.
Sanji let go of Zoro’s leash, allowing it to hang in front of Zoro. Sanji set his bag on the floor and divested himself of his coat, his shoes, and the rest of his clothing, draping everything neatly over a provided chair near the door. He left the plug in for now, as he’d have Zoro remove it when he was ready.
The sex worker was positioned in the center of her bed, her body pale against the deep redness of the sheets. Her brunette hair was draped across the pillows. Her breasts were heavy, the areolas large and dark pink. Her thighs were parted slightly in invitation to the brunette thatch in between.
Sanji pinched his nose one last time before joining her on the bed. She reached for him readily, drawing him down to her breasts. Sanji was in heaven, smothered by his favorite part of a woman. His erection, which had been present since he’d spanked Zoro, twitched in anticipation. She murmured permission for Sanji to enjoy himself and that was all Sanji needed to hear.
Sanji suckled her nipples first, one after the other, drawing out soft moans from between her lush lips. He kissed his way down her body, parting her thighs farther, finding his way to her womanhood. He inhaled the heady scent of her, desire seeping through him. Women smelled different from men, but it aroused just the same.
Sanji used his fingers to part her folds, exposing her pink labia and clitoris to his view. He salivated immediately and brought his mouth to her. He laved a slow lick from her vaginal opening to her clit, before circling her clit with his tongue. He knew how to pleasure the most experienced of women to bring them to orgasm. It wasn’t required, but he was still a gentleman and it was important to him that even a sex worker get enjoyment from him.
He inhaled again, drinking in her scent as he used his tongue to play with her clit. Then, he sealed his lips over her, adding suction. He watched her from beneath his lashes, flicking his tongue rapidly as he suckled her clit. A sex flush spread slowly across her upper chest and she began to pant softly. Her gaze was dark as she watched him. Her juices coated his mouth and ran into his goatee. He brought his hand up beneath his chin, stacking his fingers, sliding them into her wet body. He began to pump them as he worked her clit and her thighs trembled on either side of his head.
The taste of her was divine and Sanji lapped her hungrily. His erection throbbed. Her soft pants became breathier, her body undulating beneath his mouth. He continued to worship her with unrelenting adoration until she bucked against him, a wordless cry falling from her lips. Sanji eased off with satisfaction, lifting his head, wiping his damp mouth and chin off with his hand. He gave her a smile. “I hope that was adequate.”
“More than,” she said, beckoning him upward.
Sanji obeyed her request, stopping to plant adoring kisses on her breasts. She offered him his choice of protection and rolled it onto his hard shaft. She lifted her legs, sliding them around his hips, inviting him in. He happily sank into her hot body with a moan. He didn’t do anything for a long moment, savoring the feel of a woman around him, even with the protection. So soft and silky. So nice. But the need to move took hold, bringing him to the second part of his visit to the brothel.
He glanced over his shoulder to see Zoro standing at the end of the bed, naked, hard, and waiting. His large, muscular body looked even better in the rose-tinted light. His gaze was dark, hungry. Sanji’s ass tightened around the plug filling him with anticipation. “Use the lube and take me.”
Zoro moved immediately, flicking open the cap from the tube in his hand and coating his erection liberally with the slick substance. He tossed the tube toward his clothing, piled on the floor beside his swords, and crawled onto the bed behind Sanji. He removed the anal plug, causing Sanji to feel empty. The plug got tossed onto the clothing pile, as well.
Then, Zoro was pushing into Sanji, his large, meaty cock splitting Sanji open. Sanji moaned unabashedly as Zoro sank deep. His cock was snuggly in a woman’s body and his ass was stretched and filled completely. Life was fantastic.
“Move, love,” Sanji said, and when Zoro drew back, Sanji drew back as well. Sanji’s covered cock slid to the edge of the woman’s opening and he waited until Zoro plunged them both back in.
Zoro set the pace, every time he pulled back, Sanji did the same, and Zoro’s thrust into Sanji caused Sanji to thrust into the woman. Sanji’s hands depressed the pillow on either side of the woman’s brunette head, but his slitted gaze was focused on her heavy breasts, the way they bounced and jiggled every time she was fucked into. Sanji loved breasts. He loved fucking women. He loved being fucked by Zoro.
The scent of sex hung heavily in the air. The bed rocked on its springs as they fucked. It was the first three-way like this that Sanji’d had, with him in the middle. Usually, he would suck Zoro’s cock while he fucked the sex worker. But being with Zoro had made him want to try out all his fantasies and he felt free to do so without judgment or recrimination from his darling pet. Openly unconventional, Robin had called it. Exactly right for them.
Zoro’s pelvis smacked steadily against Sanji’s ass, creating a lewd accompaniment to the squeak of the bedsprings. Sanji thrust in and out of the woman’s body, the wet heat caressing him carnally. He shifted his weight to free a hand, to stroke one of her bountiful breasts. He squeezed it, fondled it, rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. He lifted her breast as he lowered his mouth, sucking on her nipple hungrily. She clenched his hair, holding him against her, making pretty sounds of encouragement. His hips pistoned, fucking and being fucked simultaneously. He greedily took both, passion ratcheting to satyric levels.
Sanji felt his balls drawing up, his body tightening as his climax neared. “Pet,” he breathed raggedly, and Zoro understood, driving them both faster, harder. The woman made urging noises, her pussy clenching around Sanji’s cock. Sanji stroked in, and in, and in, slapping against her body as his insides were rearranged wonderfully by Zoro’s pierced shaft. Sanji rode the edge for another minute, salacious gaze focused on her fast-bouncing breasts, before he crashed into orgasm with a ragged shout.
Zoro stilled, keeping Sanji flush against the woman’s body, allowing Sanji to pulse repeatedly into the protection. Eyes closed, Sanji buried his face between her gorgeous breasts, brain buzzing. A wave of relaxation washed over Sanji as he regained his stolen breath buried between soft pillows of womaness. There was nothing better than an orgasm. Though owning Zoro, body and soul, came close.
Sanji opened his eyes, sighed satisfactorily, and lifted his head. He smiled at the woman beneath him. “Thank you,” he said.
“You are welcome, handsome,” she replied.
“Go and get dressed, pet,” Sanji said, and waited for Zoro to pull out and move before moving himself. Zoro hadn’t come, but he hadn’t been given permission and he’d obeyed like a good boy. Sanji’s ass felt pleasantly used. The sensation would go away by the time he got up, but the memory would linger.
He moved off the woman, disposing of the protection in the trash. He didn’t want any mini-Sanji’s running around. Zoro had told him they’d provided protection at the party in Duskwater, but he’d also only come twice while serving the long line of women. Zoro normally didn’t have to worry about it, since he was gay. But as he was Sanji’s sub, he did what he was told as long as he didn’t say their safeword. Zoro rarely said the safeword. Sanji was thrilled by that fact.
The woman drew the sheet over her body, rearranging herself with post-coital prettiness on the bed. Like Zoro, Sanji cleaned himself with the provided damp and dry towels, as he’d prefer not to sit in lube for the evening. He dressed, gathered his bag, and picked up Zoro’s leash, which he’d reattached. “Thank you, again,” Sanji said to the sex worker.
The woman smiled coquettishly. “Visit again, sometime.”
Sanji led Zoro out of the bedroom before he handed over more money to the woman. He had other things he wanted to do while on the island. They paused before the exit to the brothel, buttoning up their winter coats. The cold still felt biting, but good on his sexually heated skin.
They’d been at the brothel for less than an hour, giving them the rest of the afternoon and night to enjoy. Sanji walked Zoro, who’d been instructed previously to walk a step behind whenever he was on a leash, to the nearest tavern. He knew they both smelled like sex, but that wasn’t unusual in a bar located next to a brothel.
The tavern was seedy enough to be comfortable for pirates, but decent enough for the other ships that docked in the harbor. Like the rest of the town, the building was crafted from logs and had a rustic feel. A fire burned in a massive stone fireplace on one side of the room. Wood tables and chairs were scattered throughout the center of the tavern. A long bar took up the back wall, with stools in front of it. Bottles of alcohol lined the wall behind the bar and barrels of beer were tapped.
The tavern was half-full at that time in the afternoon, primarily men with a few women drinking at the tables and at the bar. Someone was chucking knives at wanted posters posted on the wall opposite the fireplace. A card game was underway at one of the tables. The din of conversation floated in the air.
Sanji unbuttoned his coat as they walked up to the bar. He got the bartender’s attention, a meaty guy with steel arms and a steel-capped smile. “Two beers,” Sanji told him, taking out his beli. The bartender was quick to serve and Sanji paid the man. Sanji had learned early while sailing with the Straw Hats not to run a tab in case they had to leave quickly.
Sanji took both drinks in large, glass steins and headed for one of the empty tables near the fire. He deposited the beers on the table, shed his coat, and draped it over a chair. He still held the leash loosely in one hand. “Coat off, love.”
Zoro grinned dopily as he unbuttoned his coat. “That’s the second time you’ve called me that today.”
“Called you what?” Sanji said, unzipping the bag to remove the low-sided bowl he’d brought.
“Love.”
Sanji shot Zoro a bemused look. “Is that a problem?”
“No.” Zoro’s grin grew wider. “I like it.”
“You also like it when I call you a little bitch, or slut,” Sanji pointed out.
“True.” Zoro was still smiling like an idiot, as he dropped his winter coat on top of Sanji’s. His loose black t-shirt was untucked, covering his beltline. The leash ran up under his shirt.
Sanji moved one of two of the chairs, creating a wide space between them at an angle to the fireplace. He released the leash and pointed a finger at the floor. “Chair.”
Zoro passed Sanji his katanas, lowered obediently to the floor and positioned himself on his knees with his boots beneath the table. His chest was closer to the floor, upper body resting on his forearms. Sanji leaned the katanas against the chair with his bag, set the bowl on the floor between Zoro’s forearms, and filled it with beer. “Good dogs deserve a drink,” Sanji told him. “Wag your tail for me first.”
Zoro wiggled his ass, which amused Sanji to no end, before Zoro lowered his head to drink his beer. He didn’t lap it up like a dog, as it would be ineffective. Instead, he used his chin to tilt the bowl slightly and drank with his mouth. He’d mastered the art of not getting his nose wet.
Sanji took a seat on Zoro’s upraised hips, his legs splayed for balance. Between his spread thighs, he smacked Zoro’s ass hard enough to cause Zoro to hiss. Sanji grinned to himself, pulled out a small brown notebook with a pencil tucked inside from his inner breast pocket, and opened to the marked page. He took a sip of his own beer before studying the page of writing. He was working on a new recipe. Their main source of protein was fish and Sanji was always trying to find new ways to serve it so it didn’t become boring. He’d come up with an anise recipe and thought maybe he’d try za’atar next.
The card players fought over a hand but settled again. The knife thrower joined a different table and was guffawing at someone’s jokes. A group of men wearing docker's overalls came in together, coming off duty. Sanji drank his beer, worked on his recipe, and enjoyed the fire while sitting on Zoro. He topped off Zoro’s bowl about halfway through his own drink. He felt relaxed and comfortable, even without a backrest to his chair.
More patrons came into the tavern as the hour wore on. Sanji got up and paid for two more beers at the bar. He added Zoro’s to his bowl again before retaking his seat. Picking up his pencil, he crossed off basil and wrote thyme in its place. He’d poach the fish for this recipe. He jotted a note at the bottom of the page to use lacinato.
Sanji became aware of voices at the table behind them speaking about Zoro in hushed, mocking tones. It was one of the newer groups who’d come into the tavern, a rough-looking bunch, probably a pirate crew. Zoro wasn’t reacting to them. Sanji knew that Zoro didn’t care what other people thought. It wasn’t the first time they’d run into opinionated idiots and it wouldn’t be the last. Sanji was protective of his pet, though, and he didn’t want the hassle. He stuck his pencil in his notebook to mark the page, tucked it into his pocket, and polished off his beer.
Standing, Sanji flicked an annoyed glance at the table of men. There were six of them, two burly, four slim, armed with knives and pistols. Nothing Sanji needed to worry about, unless one of them was a Devil Fruit user. Even then, he could take them without breaking a sweat. He’d rather not have to use his beli to pay for cleanup at the tavern, though. He had other things he wanted to do tonight.
“Up, marimo. Get your coat on. We’re heading out,” Sanji said, picking the empty bowl up from the floor. The fire had dried it and he tucked it back into his bag.
Zoro rose to his feet, ignoring the men who sniggered. “Can I finish my beer?” he asked Sanji, indicating the half-empty stein on the table.
“Go ahead,” Sanji said, zipping the bag. He retrieved his coat and slid his arms into the sleeves. Zoro picked up his beer and finished it off.
The men at the other table spoke quietly to one another and they also rose. Sanji huffed in annoyance. At least, if they could get outside, he’d save money.
Zoro set the empty glass down, picked up his katanas, and slid them into the loop at his side. The leash hung obviously in front of his legs as he grabbed his coat. Sanji saw the men file out of the tavern. “They’re going to be trouble,” Zoro commented.
“Yeah.” Sanji slung his bag over his shoulder “I’ll handle them.”
“Okay. I’m gonna take a piss, then,” Zoro said, pointing toward the back of the bar where a restroom sign hung.
“Sure. Meet you out front.” Sanji watched to make sure that Zoro didn’t get lost on his way from the table to the restroom hallway – not always a given that he wouldn’t – before heading toward the exit.
Sanji stepped out of the tavern, onto the street, and immediately shifted out of the reach of one of the men who attempted to grab him around the neck. The man stood directly outside the door. The other five were spaced out on the street, pistols drawn. “Must we do this?” Sanji said, annoyed. “You’re ruining my pleasant evening.”
One of the skinny guy’s sneered at him. “Pansy playboy thinks he’s got a chance.”
Pansy playboy. That was a new one. Sanji set his bag down on the opposite side of the door. “Can we at least move to where you won’t accidentally shoot an innocent bystander?”
The men exchanged glances. The beefy guy who’d tried to grab Sanji gestured to the alley between the tavern and the brothel. “After you.”
Sanji thought about kicking them all into unconsciousness with a burst of speed, but he would rather not chance one of them getting off a shot and hurting someone innocent. He reached beneath his winter coat for a cigarette, lit up, and sauntered toward the alley. He could feel the men’s eyes on his back as they fell in behind him. He half-expected one of them to shoot him in the back.
When he reached the end of the wide alley, which butted against a warehouse wall, Sanji turned around, hands in his pockets, and exhaled the smoke from his cigarettes. “Alright, what do you have against pansies, playboys, or their pets? Is this a small penis thing? I heard they have surgeries for that now.”
“Shut up.” The guy who seemed to be the leader of these ruffians, one of the beefy guys, pulled a pistol from his pants. The other five fanned around him, pistols aimed at Sanji. “Hand over all your money, rich boy, and maybe we won’t kill you. We will be taking your toy, though, and show him what real men look like. We can use a ship’s whore.”
Sanji stared at the guy for a second, dumbfounded. “You’re robbing me?” He’d thought these were gay bashers or prudes who didn’t like people with pets. Instead, they thought he was rich, probably because of his suit.
“Fork over your beli.” The guy gestured intimidatingly with his pistol.
A laugh bubbled within Sanji. “Simply because I have taste doesn’t mean that I have money.”
“Right. Because all poor people wear fancy suits,” the guy sneered. “Last chance.”
Sanji’s laugh faded into a sigh. “All I wanted was a quiet, relaxing evening with my pet and you dimwits have decided to irritate me. I will give you one chance to fuck off before I kick your asses.”
“Have it your way,” the guy said. “Fire!”
Six pistols went off almost as one. Not a single pistol ball missed. Sanji glanced down at his winter coat, seeing shot marks on the material. The rounds lay at his feet. He twisted his lips in annoyance. “I liked this coat.”
The leader paled, the others backed away. “What are you?”
Sanji smirked around his cigarette. “Your nightmare.”
He blurred into motion, kicking the leader clear across the street, bowling two of the closest ruffians down as the leader flew past. Sanji spun into a side kick, smashing one of the men against the tavern’s log wall. The man’s head rang upon impact. Sanji cracked a drop kick on one of the men who’d fallen to the ground, denting in his face. With a quick flip, Sanji landed with a hard double blow with the soles of his shoes to the second fallen man’s chest and he coughed up blood. He leaped into the air and brought a heel down on the last fleeing man’s head, sending him crashing to the ground with stars circling his skull.
Sanji landed lightly on his feet, stalked out of the alley and across the street where the leader lay in a heap against a wall. Sanji pressed his foot against the guy’s neck, bent forward, and blew smoke in his pale face. “I’m more than man enough for my pet, don’t you think?” Sanji asked, grinding his foot down on the guy’s throat.
The guy nodded with short, frantic movements. “Y-Yes,” he stammered.
“Tch. I would’ve let you whore him if you’d only asked. Instead, you ruined my coat and pissed me off. What do you say to that?” Sanji ground his foot a little harder.
“S-S-Sorry!”
“Thank you.” Sanji smiled with mock pleasantness. He lifted his foot, and the guy breathed a sigh of relief. Sanji turned as if to walk away, but instead he spun back around and cracked the guy beneath the chin with his foot. The guy’s jaw shattered and he was knocked into unconsciousness. Sanji’s smile turned into a sneer. “Fucker.”
Hands still in his pockets, Sanji turned again and walked away. He spotted Zoro leaning against the wall outside the tavern, the overnight bag slung over his shoulder. Zoro’s gaze was desirous when Sanji walked up to him. “You are unbelievably hot when you’re kicking ass.”
“You have a fetish for violence.” Sanji picked up Zoro’s leash, hanging out from between the bottom two buttons of Zoro’s coat. He glanced down at his own coat and sighed. “They ruined my coat. And my relaxed mood.”
“Want to go back to the brothel?” Zoro said.
Did he? Sanji contemplated sinking into another lovely lady but his cock didn’t twitch in response. “No. Let’s head to the inn.”
Zoro perked up. “With a bed big enough for the two of us?”
Amusement tickled Sanji. “Yes, and I may not even make you sleep on the floor.” They didn’t get to sleep in a bed together often and Zoro was a snuggler.
Sanji let Zoro carry the bag as they walked away from the tavern, Zoro a step behind as Sanji held his leash. The afternoon sun had sunk lower in the sky, casting long shadows down the streets. Sanji headed toward the mountains and the inns clustered around its base. Several were dedicated to skiers, with ski lifts mounted outside their back doors. Sanji had chosen one toward the end of the line, with unbroken views of the mountainside.
The inn spread long instead of high, built from logs, with multiple chimneys releasing smoke into the slowly darkening sky. Sanji had already obtained a key, knowing that he’d be bringing Zoro and not wanting to have to deal with potential disapproving looks while checking in. Sanji took Zoro through the well-appointed lobby without pause, heading for the left corridor. Quaint art hung from the log-hewn walls along the dark rug corridor. Sanji had requested a room without neighbors, if possible, and he’d lucked out with one at the end of the hall.
Sanji let them into their room, twisting on the lights. A large bed with white, down-stuffed bedding took up most of one wall, flanked by nightstands and lamps on either side. A dresser and a closet were situated on either side of a stone fireplace that rose to the ceiling, across from the bed. A small ensuite with a water closet and sink was nestled in the corner near the main hall door. The floor was covered with dark carpeting and minimal art covered the walls.
A panoramic, sliding glass door was the main focal point of the room, its blackout curtains open to the outside. The inn backed up to the mountain and nothing was built behind it. Beyond the sliding door was a private outdoor shower and hot spring onsen, hemmed in by tall fences, with an unrestricted view of the snowy mountains. A pavilion covered a majority of the outdoor area, protecting it from the snow. Two umbrella heaters glowed, warming the area beneath the pavilion. The outdoor floor was hardwood as was the stool sitting beneath the shower and the bench along the shower wall. A multitude of plush towels and complimentary fluffy robes were on offer. A small eating area was set up in the corner closest to the sliding door, with a round table and two chairs.
Sanji dropped the leash and unbuttoned his coat, as Zoro tugged off his snow-damp boots. “Light the fire, strip, and be presenting yourself in front of the fireplace when I return,” Sanji told him. He passed Zoro his coat. “I’m going to arrange for room service.”
“Okay.”
Sanji left the room again and ventured back down the corridor to the front desk. Some inns they stayed at had den den mushis in every room, some did not. The uniformed clerk behind the desk took down Sanji’s request for Rosé and charcuterie as soon as possible, and a light fish dinner to be served at a later hour. He made sure to add a second bottle of wine, sake and bottled water to the dinner order. The clerk asked if he wished to put in a breakfast order, offering the menu, and Sanji spent a few minutes deciding on what to eat and at what time. He was always up early, even when he had the day off, and usually ate while prepping breakfast. He opted for the sunrise breakfast, served at six in the morning. If for Luffy-related reasons they had to depart before then, Sanji was assured he could cancel with the front desk at any time.
Satisfied, Sanji headed back to the room. Although his relaxation brought on by the brothel visit and the quiet drink at the tavern had gone by way of idiot robbers, he hoped to gain it back with the remainder of his plans for the night. He planned to pamper himself. All he wanted to do was unwind away from the ship and the rest of the crew. Some alone time was good for his sanity.
Of course, alone time for Sanji meant Zoro was still with him, but Zoro was his sub and therefore did not count. Sanji could ignore Zoro, if he chose, but Sanji liked Zoro’s company even if they didn’t do anything. They had their own routines on the Sunny, and battles against enemies in between, so they weren’t in each other’s pocket constantly. Plus, Zoro still had a way of pissing him off from time to time. But it was nice having Zoro’s solid, calming presence around sometimes.
Sanji used his key to unlock the door, expecting to see Zoro’s ass when he walked into the room. Instead, he found a fire going and an empty spot in front of the fireplace. The sliding door was open and he caught sight of a naked Zoro outside. He shut the door behind him, removed his shoes, and set them next to Zoro’s boots, beneath their coats hanging from hooks beside the door. The overnight bag sat on the dresser and Zoro’s clothes were piled beside it. Zoro’s katanas leaned against the nightstand closest to the door, beside the bed.
Sanji walked over to the fireplace, which burned cheerily and dissipated the slight chill to the room. He folded his arms and waited for Zoro to return inside.
He was gratified to see Zoro’s eye widen slightly and his steps hurry when he spotted Sanji through the open sliding door. Zoro closed the sliding door behind him and strode quickly over to the fireplace. “Sorry,” he said, dropping to his knees, turning his back to Sanji, and bending forward so his forehead was against the floor. He reached back and parted his vividly bruising asscheeks with his hand. “There was a spider in the water closet.”
A shudder of ick ran through Sanji and he was glad Zoro took care of the problem before Sanji saw it. Still, his sub had been disobedient. Again. “Thank you, but you had your instructions. I had expected to see your beautiful ass on offer to me when I walked through the door. Instead, I was disappointed.”
“I’m sorry, Sanji,” Zoro apologized, using Sanji’s name with agreed subservience. “I disobeyed. Please, punish me as you see fit.”
Sanji’s cock twitched and his chest filled with Dominant satisfaction. “Lie down flat where you are and bend your knees up.”
Zoro released himself, spread forward onto his belly on the dark carpet, and raised his feet off the floor. Sanji stepped behind Zoro’s legs, with Zoro’s toes near his knees. Sanji leaned forward and raised his hand in the air. “Cry for me.”
Sanji slapped his hand down hard on the sole of Zoro’s left foot, then the right, with steady, echoing smacks of palm against flesh. Zoro let himself go for Sanji, moving from grunts to yips to cries of pain that satisfied Sanji’s sadistic side. The spanking wasn’t a sped-up flurry of blows. Sanji took his time punishing the soles of Zoro’s feet, bruising them as deeply as Sanji had bruised Zoro’s ass. Zoro would feel his punishment with every step he took, possibly until morning.
Zoro was audibly sniffling when Sanji ceased. The soles of his feet were bright red and radiated heat. Sanji stepped away from Zoro and instructed, “Stand up. Face me.”
Zoro obeyed immediately, pushing himself to his knees, and then standing. He hissed when he put weight on the bottoms of his feet. He turned around, and Sanji greedily drank in Zoro’s tear-streaked face for the second time that day. “What do you say?” he asked.
“Thank you for disciplining me, Sanji,” Zoro replied with a watery voice. A casual observer might think that Zoro was cowed by what had occurred, but one look at his rock-hard cock would put to rest any thoughts of it really being punishment.
“Bring one of the chairs inside and set it near the window so I can see out,” Sanji instructed. “Then present yourself again, next to the chair.”
“Yes, Sanji.” Zoro walked with a wince at every step toward the sliding glass door.
Sanji availed himself of the water closet, washed his hands with the complimentary soap, and glanced around warily to ensure there were no other spiders lurking around. There weren’t.
A knock at the inn room door greeted Sanji when he came out of the ensuite. He glanced at Zoro, who was ass to the air, holding himself open to Sanji’s view, beside the chair as instructed. Sanji went to the door, opened it, and nodded politely to the room service waiter. In other, more modern towns, he’d let the waiter bring in the cart even if it meant seeing Zoro. But Sanji wanted a quiet night without any more problems and so he accepted the cart at the door with a word of thanks before bringing it into the room himself.
He wheeled the small cart over to the other side of the bed, between it and the wall-to-wall sliding glass doors. “Table,” he said, as he uncovered the charcuterie.
Zoro moved immediately, positioning himself on his hands and knees in front of the chair he’d brought in, leaving room for Sanji’s legs. He kept a flat back, his head bowed. Sanji picked up the charcuterie board and set it in the center of Zoro’s back. He placed the rolled, cloth napkin beside it. He opened the wine to let it breathe, unbuttoned his single-breasted suit coat, and took out a cigarette. After lighting it, he checked the amenities the inn was supposed to provide. He found two fluffy robes hanging in the closet, with open toed sandals on the floor. There were numerous towels in various sizes, both inside and outside on a shelf, to be used to dry off or for the onsen. Washcloths, shampoos, and soaps were available in a cut out within reach of the shower. The shower itself had a detachable head and plenty of space to sit down on the bench beneath it.
Outside, Sanji dipped his fingers in the onsen water and nodded agreeably to himself. The hot spring would feel wonderful to soak in. He breathed in the fresh, crisp air, the cold giving him a shiver. He retreated back inside, closing the sliding door behind him again.
Having given the wine long enough to breathe, Sanji poured himself a glass before balancing the bottle between Zoro’s shoulder blades. Sanji fetched his portable ashtray from the overnight bag and perched it above the curve of Zoro’s ass. He crushed out the butt of his cigarette in the ashtray. Glass still in hand, Sanji took a seat at his table, crossed a leg, and draped the provided napkin over his lap.
Sanji swirled the Rosé in the glass, sniffed it, and took a sip. He allowed the wine to rest on his palate, identifying the notes he tasted. It was crisp, with red fruit flavors, and it would pair well with his cured meat and cheese charcuterie.
Turning his attention to the mountain view outside the window, Sanji ate, drank his wine, and allowed himself to unwind again. He felt the tension from the fight bleed away. The view was gorgeous. Sharp, rocky mountains coated with fluffy snow and dotted with evergreen pines. The setting sun cast a red-orange glow upon the snow, making it appear otherworldly.
Sanji lit another cigarette, alternating between it, the charcuterie, and his wine. By the time he smoked his cigarette down and extinguished it, his stomach felt satisfied for the wait until dinner and the two glasses of wine made him feel soft and relaxed. “Head up,” he said, leaning forward on his seat. “Turn it toward me.”
Zoro hadn’t moved a muscle the entire time he’d been serving as a table, his back balancing the charcuterie board, wine bottle, and ashtray flawlessly. He lifted his head and turned it in Sanji’s direction without jostling the items on his back. His eye had a glazed look to it. Sanji paired a piece of meat and cheese together and brought it to Zoro’s lips. Zoro didn’t do anything but let the food rest against his lips. “Good boy,” Sanji praised. “I have trained you so well. Would my sweet bitch like a treat?”
“Yes, Sanji,” Zoro murmured against the food.
“Open,” Sanji said, and Zoro opened his mouth. Sanji fed him. “Go ahead and eat it, my pet, it’ll be a while until dinner.”
Zoro chewed and swallowed, and opened his mouth again when Sanji placed another piece of meat and cheese against his lips. Sanji continued to feed him until only a few crumbs on the charcuterie board remained. Sanji used the napkin to wipe Zoro’s mouth, poured himself a new glass of wine, and stood. He cleared his table, transferring the wine, empty board, and ashtray, along with the napkin, to the room service cart. Then, he returned to the chair.
“Stand up, face away from me, and bend over. I would like some dessert,” Sanji said.
Zoro inhaled sharply with arousal at Sanji’s words. He was quick to rise, then hissed when his punished feet touched the floor. Sanji chuckled softly. “Did my naughty boy forget he was disciplined?”
Zoro shot him a sheepish look. It was adorable. Sometimes, Zoro fell into subspace and his trance-like state gave him brain fog. The act of acting as furniture was a reliable way of getting Zoro to completely relax in a submissive manner. It was why Sanji opted to do it twice today. Sanji wasn’t the only one in need of pampering.
Zoro turned away from Sanji, bent over, and braced his hands on his thighs. His perfect ass was right in front of Sanji. The bruises from his earlier spanking had bloomed into vivid purples, blues, and burgundies. “You look so beautiful wearing the bruises I gave you. I really need to buy that camera, so I can photograph you.”
Zoro’s cock, which had softened while he acted as a table, jumped where it hung between his thighs. Sanji noticed. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my sweet slut? Getting dirty pictures taken of you.”
Zoro’s voice thickened with lust when he answered, “Yes.”
“Maybe I’d show them around, advertise your body to play with.” Sanji’s own cock started to harden beneath his trousers. He squeezed Zoro’s asscheek, making him hiss with pain. “Or I’ll send them to one of my smutty magazines and let the world see how gorgeous you are.”
“Fuck,” Zoro said breathily, his cock filling fast. Sanji wrapped his other hand around Zoro’s shaft and pumped it. Sanji was aware that Zoro’s cock had bruises on it, too, from being clenched between Sanji’s thighs. Zoro also had been hard off and on since before they’d left the ship and hadn’t gotten to come. It was time to remedy that, allow his pet to have post-orgasmic relaxation of his own.
Sanji buried his face between Zoro’s bruised asscheeks and licked a stripe over Zoro’s hole. Zoro made a wanting sound, already pushing back against Sanji. “Greedy bitch, aren’t you?” Sanji purred against Zoro’s body. “Do you want my tongue?”
“Please,” Zoro moaned softly as Sanji continued to stroke his erection.
“Should I eat you out like I ate out that woman?” Sanji nipped at Zoro’s asscheek. “Lick your pretty cunt until you squirm?”
Zoro’s cock jerked with arousal beneath Sanji’s hand. “Please, yes.”
Sanji flicked his tongue teasingly over Zoro’s hole. “Maybe that’s what I should call you from now on. My pretty cunt. Would you like that?”
Zoro exhaled a slightly wild sound. “Yes.”
Sanji grinned. “Pervert.”
Zoro pushed back toward Sanji again, a note of begging in his tone. “Sanji…”
“That’s right, my pretty cunt, beg for me.” Sanji briefly swirled his tongue around Zoro’s hole, his hand still stroking Zoro’s hard shaft. “Show me how much you want it.”
“Please, lick me. Lick my pretty cunt. Sanji, please, I want it. I want you to eat me out. Please, Sanji…”
Sanji adored hearing his name on Zoro’s lips. Zoro had taken the negative associations with it and crushed them with his subservient love. “Okay, baby. Let me know when you’re about to come.”
Sanji dove into pleasuring Zoro with the same dedication he gave to cooking. He ran the flat of his tongue across Zoro’s hole several times before sealing his mouth over it with a dirty kiss. He used the tip of his tongue and began flicking the furled pucker quickly, as if he were tonguing a woman’s clit. He wrapped his other hand around Zoro’s cock, stacking one atop the other, and jerked the thick, long shaft with firm tugs.
Zoro’s blissful rumble of enjoyment filled the room. Sanji worked him over attentively, occasionally poking his tongue into Zoro’s pliant body. His grip around Zoro’s shaft was tight enough to cause Zoro wanted pain, the soft skin sliding up and down as Sanji masturbated him. The musky scent of Zoro’s arousal stoked Sanji’s own desire. Sanji’s erection pushed against the confines of his trousers.
Sanji’s mouth and chin grew damp, his exhalation between Zoro’s asscheeks felt hot. He tongued Zoro with passion, wanting to please his pretty pet. Zoro was such a good boy, catering to Sanji’s every whim, every dark desire. Sanji was infinitely lucky to have found someone as wickedly deviant as he’d secretly been. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined having Zoro as his submissive, bending wholly to his will. Sanji’s immoral urges were sated fully and his innate need to take care of someone granted by Zoro’s willingness to allow it.
Zoro started to move under Sanji’s mouth, rocking his hips slightly, pushing and pulling against Sanji’s stroking hands. His breathing had grown jagged, his moan thready. “I’m going to come,” he warned.
Sanji removed one hand from Zoro’s cock, cupping it beneath the fat, pierced cockhead. He paused in his ministrations to murmur, “Go ahead, love.” He sealed his mouth over Zoro’s hot, saliva-wet hole again and returned to rimming him with fast flicks and pokes of his tongue.
Zoro’s unconscious movements amped up, rubbing against Sanji’s mouth, fucking into Sanji’s jerking hand. His panting became loud and edged with a whine. Sanji mentally urged his pet to enjoy his release, not letting up with his tonguing and strokes. Zoro’s body suddenly stiffened beneath him with a high-pitched intake of breath.
Sanji felt Zoro pulse beneath the hand wrapped around his shaft and warm semen shot into Sanji’s cupped palm. He stopped rimming Zoro to milk every last drop of cum from Zoro’s cock. Zoro exhaled raggedly and he slumped over further, hands still braced against his thighs.
Sanji kissed Zoro’s hole tenderly before brushing another kiss on Zoro’s bruised ass. “My baby feel better now that he’s gotten to come?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Zoro sighed contentedly. “I love your tongue.”
Sanji smiled, his lower face almost as wet as it had been from pleasuring the lady earlier. “Stand up, fetch the napkin, and clean my mouth.”
Zoro unfurled like a happy cat, stretching and almost purring. He grabbed the napkin where Sanji had left it on the cart and returned to Sanji. Sanji lifted his chin, allowing Zoro to wipe his mouth and goatee. Zoro’s gaze was full of affection. It made Sanji’s heart pitter-pat. “Thank you, my pretty cunt.”
A pink blush spread across Zoro’s cheeks. “I can’t believe I like that one.” He tossed the napkin back onto the cart.
“You are a deviant freak, just like me,” Sanji said with a grin. “On your knees, my sweet bitch. Leave room for me to stand.” Sanji knew Zoro liked that derogatory pet name, too.
Zoro took a step back and lowered himself to his knees with a small grin of his own. Sanji held out his cupped palm, still filled with Zoro’s semen. “Clean my hand, drink yourself down.”
Zoro placed his hand beneath Sanji’s own, holding him steady. He bent his head and began lapping at the small pool of cum. He drank it up as told, laving Sanji’s palm with his tongue, cleaning him. Sanji ran his fingers through Zoro’s hair, scratching Zoro’s scalp lightly. “Big kitty cat.”
Zoro purposefully purred, a silly noise he made with his mouth. Sanji snorted with amusement. “Idiot.”
Zoro grinned and nuzzled Sanji’s cleaned, damp palm. “Yours.”
Sanji leaned forward and pressed a kiss against Zoro’s forehead. “Mine.” He rose, unbuckled his belt and undid the fastenings on his trousers. He pulled his erection from the slit in his boxers, exposing himself to Zoro’s gaze. “I’m going to paint your beautiful face with my cum.”
Zoro tilted his chin slightly, kneeling at Sanji’s feet. “Please.”
Sanji rubbed his thumb against Zoro’s lower lip as he wrapped his other hand around his heated shaft. “You really are beautiful when you’re on your knees for me.”
Zoro’s eye crinkled with his smile, but he said nothing.
Sanji began stroking himself, finding a quick rhythm with the familiar motion of masturbation. He’d been hard long enough that the relief in touching himself added to his pleasure. He jerked his cock with intent, the silky skin sliding over the hard length. He stared at his perfect pet’s upturned face, waiting to be marked by Sanji’s cum. Sanji’s heart sped up, more from emotion than arousal. He loved this man so much.
Sanji threaded his fingers into Zoro’s soft hair again, clenching a handful in his grip. “Who do you belong to?” he said, jerking his cock more roughly.
“You, Sanji.” Zoro’s tone was filled with warmth. “Only you.”
“That’s right. You’re mine. Only mine.” Sanji’s hand worked furiously over his length. “Mine to use. Mine to punish. Mine to do with whatever I want. A million men could fuck you, but you’re still mine. I’m your Dominant. No one else.”
“Yours,” Zoro said again, and the love shining in Zoro’s eye made Sanji’s throat tighten.
Sanji felt his balls lift, his body clench, as his climax drew near. “Tell me who you are, what you are.”
“I’m your submissive. I’m your pet. I’m your good boy,” Zoro said. “I’m your sweet little bitch, and your slut, and your pretty cunt. I’m whatever you want me to be, because you own me. And I love you, my Dom.”
Orgasm crashed through Sanji at Zoro’s words, cock pulsing beneath his grip. Sanji’s other fingers yanked at Zoro’s hair. Sanji shot his load across Zoro’s upturned face, painting his cheeks, his nose, and his lips with Sanji’s cum. Sanji stroked himself until he became too sensitive, his mind buzzing with post-orgasmic pleasure.
Sanji stood still for a few moments, catching his breath. The sun outside had settled further over the horizon, bringing twilight to the sky. Sanji could now see their reflection in the window, him wearing a full suit, his spent cock in his hand, a naked Zoro kneeling adoringly at his feet. It was like a tableau out of one of his pornographic magazines. But this was real. Permanent. Perfect.
Sanji turned his eyes to Zoro, drinking in the sight of him with semen spattered over his face. “Give me the proper reverence,” Sanji told him.
Zoro leaned forward and kissed the tip of Sanji’s cock. Sanji released the tight grip on Zoro’s hair to pet him. “Good boy. Go outside and check that the umbrella heaters are working properly. I want a shower and then to soak in the onsen.”
Obediently, Zoro rose to his feet, opened the sliding glass door and went outside. Sanji smiled to himself when he saw Zoro hobble. He checked the time before he stripped out of his clothing, placing the items neatly on the chair. Dinner would be brought in a few more hours. Plenty of time for a relaxing soak.
Sanji didn’t bother with a robe at this point, nor the provided sandals. He stopped in the ensuite again, relieving himself of the bottle of wine he'd had with the charcuterie. He also drank a few cups of water, to help counter the effects of the two beers at the tavern followed by the wine. He wasn’t near intoxicated, but the combination of Rosé and orgasm had helped him relax again.
Zoro was back in the room when Sanji exited the ensuite. “The heaters are working. It’s warm on this end, where the shower and table are. It’s cold by the onsen, but that’s normal.”
Sanji nodded. He indicated for Zoro to use the ensuite if needed. “But don’t wash your face. Stoke the fire in the fireplace and then meet me outside when you’re done.”
Zoro disappeared into the ensuite and Sanji went outside. The hardwood decking was cold beneath his bare feet, but the area was warm as Zoro had indicated. He walked over to the shower, unwrapped a fresh bar of complimentary soap, and opened the cap to the provided shampoo. He put them within easy reach on the bench and fetched a washcloth from the shelf of various sized white towels.
Zoro came outside, sliding the glass door closed behind him. He walked over and immediately slid his arms around Sanji from behind. He nuzzled Sanji’s neck. “Permission to hug you.”
Sanji snorted softly. “You’re already hugging me.”
“I’m so bad. You should punish me again.”
“Masochist.” Sanji turned in Zoro’s arms, twining his hands behind Zoro’s neck. Zoro’s face was still decorated with Sanji’s cum. “You want me to spank you some more?”
“Maybe.” Zoro smiled dopily. “Or you could whip me. I know you brought the leather strap.”
“Your favorite toy.” Sanji kissed him fondly on the lips. He tasted a hint of his own semen. “I’ll give my sweet sub what he wants later. Right now, I want you to wash me, including my hair.”
“Okay.” Zoro squeezed Sanji in another hug before releasing him. Sanji stepped aside so that Zoro could turn on the shower spray. He waited for Zoro to adjust the temperature before Zoro indicated Sanji could step beneath it.
The rainhead on the shower spilled warm water onto Sanji’s head and body. Sanji wet his hair thoroughly before allowing Zoro to shut off the tap. Sanji sat down on the shower stool and waited.
Zoro picked up the shampoo, poured some into his cupped palm, and set the bottle aside. He rubbed the shampoo thoroughly into Sanji’s hair and began to scrub Sanji’s scalp with his fingertips. Sanji closed his eyes, allowing the feeling of having his hair washed to relax him further. He’d wanted pampering on this island visit and Zoro was his attendant. A gorgeous, naked attendant with an enormous cock. Much better than any spa service could provide.
Sanji loved his nakama and would do anything for them, but sometimes living in tight quarters for too long drove him up a wall. Getting away and having time to himself was exactly what he’d needed. Sanji hadn’t recognized how important it was for self-care until he’d almost lost himself. If it weren’t for Zoro, he would be gone. But Zoro took his broken pieces and put them back together with the kintsugi of his love and devotion. Sanji would never willingly leave this man again.
Zoro detached the separate shower wand, turned the water on, and used it to rinse Sanji’s hair. Sanji tipped his head back, allowing the shampoo suds to wash down the drain nestled in the hardwood floor. Zoro wet the washrag before turning off the water and putting the shower wand back on its hook. He lathered up the rag with the soap Sanji had left out.
Standing behind Sanji, Zoro started with Sanji’s shoulders, running the soapy rag over his pale skin. Sanji rarely tanned because he usually dressed in long sleeves and trousers. His face and hands were slightly darker than the rest of him, but not noticeably so. The Vinsmoke genes at work.
Sanji sighed softly as Zoro soaped his back and around his sides. He didn’t want to think about his shitty heritage. This was his time to treat himself with self-indulgence, not trip over into self-flagellation. He allowed Zoro to lift his arm and lost himself in the feel of Zoro’s touch. As much as he enjoyed other people’s hands on him for pleasure, Zoro’s was the only touch he always craved.
Zoro washed Sanji’s other arm before circling around to wash Sanji’s neck and torso. The sudsy rag smoothed across his pecs and abs, then slid down his upper thighs. Sanji opened his eyes to see Zoro entranced by his task, a peaceful expression on his face. It warmed Sanji to see him being content with subservience, even the less naughty, more caring kind.
Zoro lifted Sanji’s leg, washing the back of his knee and down his calves to his feet. He carefully cleaned between each of Sanji’s toes, a small smirk curving his lips. Sanji knew he was thinking about his spanking. His sub loved his punishments. Sanji would fulfill Zoro’s wish to the best of his ability after dinner.
Sanji stood up when Zoro finished washing his other foot, allowing Zoro to continue. Zoro moved the stool aside and washed the backs of Sanji’s thighs. He slid the rag over Sanji’s ass, dipping in between the cheeks, rubbing intimately at Sanji’s hole. Sanji hummed in appreciation when Zoro pressed the rag into his hole. Zoro twisted it around, cleaning the entrance, before pulling it free. Sanji felt two soapy fingers push into him and he allowed the gentle fuck.
Zoro reached around Sanji to soap his genitals, stroking the length, massaging his balls. Sanji started to harden again. He leaned his shoulder against Zoro’s broad chest and let his eyes fall shut again with a pleased sigh. “Keep going,” he murmured.
Zoro’s breath was warm against Sanji’s ear from the position in which they stood. His large fingers pumped in and out of Sanji as his other hand stroked Sanji with the soapy rag wrapped around Sanji’s cock. Twilight embraced them outside, the coolness from the winter weather countered by the warmth from the umbrella heater. Sanji enjoyed the slow build up, the tender ministrations under Zoro’s hands. He let his weight rest heavily against Zoro’s chest, trusting his support. When he came, it was with soft waves of release, less intense, but no less pleasurable.
Zoro cleaned him up, sliding his fingers from Sanji’s ass. Sanji kept his eyes closed and heard the water turn on. Zoro rinsed Sanji’s body, washing the soap away. He could tell Zoro rinsed himself off as well, by the change in the shower’s tone. He opened his eyes when the water shut off and gave Zoro a satiated smile. “Such a good sub. You pleased your Dom well.”
Zoro smiled with some pride in return. “Thank you, Sanji.”
Sanji went back inside briefly, to fetch his cigarettes and the ashtray, then padded on damp feet over to the onsen. He didn’t bother with a modesty towel as this was a private hot spring. He slipped into the naturally heated water with a low moan of enjoyment. “This is nice.”
The rocks surrounding the onsen kept the hot spring from spilling onto the deck, and sunken ones provided smooth seating. The cold nip in the air from the winter climate provided the perfect contrast to the hotness of the water. It would allow Sanji to relax in the hot spring for longer.
Zoro came over to the side of the onsen, near Sanji, and knelt. He rested his ass on his heels. Sanji reached out to rub his hand over Zoro’s muscular thigh. “Would you like to join me, pet?”
“I would,” Zoro said.
Sanji was pleased that Zoro didn’t presume that he could and rewarded him with permission. “Sit with me.”
Zoro slid into the onsen beside Sanji with a groan when he sat on the rock. “My ass hurts.”
Sanji laughed quietly. “You love it.”
“Yeah.” Zoro sank a little lower in the onsen, leaning against Sanji’s chest. Sanji wrapped an arm around Zoro’s shoulder, cuddling him, which he knew that Zoro wanted. Zoro liked being held with affection as much as he liked everything else they did.
Sanji lit a cigarette, placing the lighter beside the pack and the ashtray on the edging rock within reach. He inhaled the satisfying smoke, held it, and blew it out slowly. Overhead, the stars peeked out as the sun fully set.
They relaxed in the onsen for a long time, Zoro’s body a pleasant weight against Sanji. Sanji smiled fondly when he heard Zoro’s soft snore. He smoked one cigarette, lit another, and smoked it slowly, savoring it. A serene peace surrounded him. This was what he’d been after.
Sanji’s internal clock let him know it was nearing dinner. He nudged Zoro gently. “Wake up, love. Time to eat.”
Zoro snuffled, which was adorable, and struggled to sit up properly. He winced when his ass hit the rock seat again. He glanced bleary-eyed at Sanji, gave him a stupid smile, then climbed out of the onsen.
Sanji collected his cigarettes, ashtray, and lighter before getting out of the onsen. Zoro met him with a towel and Sanji allowed him to dry Sanji off. Sanji went inside as Zoro dried himself, put his smoking apparatus on the nightstand, and fetched a robe from the closet. He slid it on, belting it around the waist. Zoro came inside, having deposited the used towels in the laundry basket provided. Sanji’s cum had long since dried on his face.
“You can bring the chair outside. We’ll eat at the table,” Sanji told him, adding wood to the fire in the fireplace to keep it going.
Zoro nodded and did as told, while Sanji pushed the service cart to the door. He moved it out into the hallway and was amused to see a staff member rolling a cart down the corridor in his direction. “Is that for one-twelve?” Sanji asked.
“Yes,” the uniformed man replied, wheeling the dinner cart up to Sanji. Sanji’s inner timer when it came to food was as accurate as always.
Sanji accepted the cart from him and wheeled it into the room. Sanji brought it outside, where Zoro knelt waiting beside the table set into the corner near the window. The nearby umbrella heater made it pleasant to sit outdoors to eat. Sanji removed the covers over the two fish dinners, setting them in front of each chair. He put out the silverware and the napkins, opened the new bottle of wine, and put Zoro’s sake and a bottle of water at his place. Sanji opened the other bottled water and drank from it before setting it at his place along with an empty wine glass.
“Come and eat,” Sanji told Zoro. On the ship, Zoro normally didn’t kneel and wait before joining the others at the dining table for meals… unless Sanji was feeling feisty that day.
Sanji poured himself a glass of wine before taking his own seat. Zoro took the chair across from him with a wince. Sanji grinned to himself. Zoro’s spanking was giving him hours of delight.
Zoro was still naked, Sanji was in a robe. Sanji liked the small power play it caused. Zoro didn’t stand on ceremony to dig into his meal. “Pretty good,” he commented between bites.
Sanji cut into his fish with his fork, which flaked easily, and took a taste. He chewed thoughtful and swallowed. “I agree. Not too heavy on the seasoning, cooked to the correct doneness. I’ll leave a compliment at the front desk before we depart tomorrow.”
They fell into companionable silence as they ate and drank their respective sake and wine. They both finished off their bottled waters, as well. Sanji had ordered extra bottles, which were still on the cart, to be consumed later.
“Which part of you would you enjoy having whipped?” Sanji asked, dabbing his mouth with the napkin when the meal was done.
Zoro started at the abrupt question, then his expression grew lustful. “My back, my ass, and my cock.”
Sanji grinned at him. “You’re lucky I’m in a pampering mood. I’ll give my pet what he desires.”
“Now?” Zoro leaned forward eagerly on his chair.
“Tch. Finish your sake, slut. I need time to decide where to beat you.”
Zoro looked like he was about to slam back the rest of the bottle, but Sanji gave him a stern look. Zoro grinned before drinking more slowly. Sanji stood, cleared the table, and pushed the cart into the room. He moved the extra water bottles to the nightstand before wheeling the cart out into the hall. He left it beside the door.
Sanji contemplated where to put Zoro, closing the hall door behind him. The bed would be easiest, but Sanji wanted to see Zoro swing. He sorted through the contents of the bag on the dresser, which held mostly play items, a few toiletries, and a change of boxers for Sanji. Sanji didn’t bother to pack clothing. They could wear what they’d had on back to the ship in the morning.
Sanji glanced out the window and a sinful smile curved his lips. The pavilion covering half the outdoor area had open support beams spanning its width. Perfect. He dug the heavy rope out of the bag that he used for suspension play, protective wrist and ankle cuffs, a shorter length of rope, an inflatable anal plug with pointy nubs on it, an inch-wide leather strap, and a wide ball gag.
Sanji brought his toys outside, setting them on the table in front of Zoro. Zoro’s eye widened with lustful glee. Sanji moved the shower stool to the center of the pavilion, grabbed the heavy rope, and climbed onto the seat to toss the end over the wood beam. He created two slip nooses with the ends and let them hang. He climbed down and returned to the table.
Zoro’s face was already flushed with arousal, his cock hard between his thighs. Sanji gave him a long, wet kiss before murmuring, “Safeword?”
Zoro vigorously shook his head no, much to Sanji’s amusement. Sanji picked up the protective wrist cuffs first. They were made of leather with a soft interior, three inches wide. Sanji secured them around Zoro’s wrists, the fastenings on the back. They would protect Zoro’s wrists from rope burn damage. Sanji did the same with the protective ankle cuffs, securing them over the scars where Zoro had tried to cut his feet off long ago on Little Garden. “Idiot swordsman,” he clucked, rubbing a thumb over one scar before fastening the cuff.
“It was a good idea at the time,” Zoro said, watching Sanji with a hungry gaze.
“Hn.” Sanji straightened and picked up the ball gag. “Open.”
Zoro opened his mouth and Sanji fitted the wide ball inside. The ball had a half-inch hole through the center, to allow breathing. It stretched Zoro’s jaw painfully. Sanji secured the gag with the buckle on the back of Zoro’s head. Zoro’s lips were a thin pink line around the black ball. Sanji kissed him on the tip of his nose. “Pretty cunt.”
Zoro made a wanton sound in his throat. Even with the breathing hole, the gag muffle him.
“Stand up and bend over,” Sanji instructed, picking up the inflatable anal plug. Zoro quickly complied, whimpering when he put weight on his bruised feet. He bent over, supporting himself with his hands on the chair, his black-and-blue ass on display. Sanji put the tapered tip of the plug against Zoro’s furled pucker and slowly pushed it in. He hadn’t used any lube, allowing it to chafe and burn with the dry entry. The sharp nubs scraped the rim and inside Zoro’s body, causing him to moan with the pain. Sanji inserted the entire ten-inch length, then used the pump to inflate it.
Zoro moaned again, ass lifting as the plug grew bigger inside his ass. Sanji pumped it up until Zoro was swollen open obscenely. Sanji twisted the closure, preventing air from escaping, then detached the pump portion. The black toy spread Zoro’s asshole wide. It was a beautiful sight.
Sanji set aside the pump, picked up the shorter length of rope, and draped it over his shoulder. He smacked Zoro with his palm over the toy. Zoro rocked on his toes and whimpered nicely. “Onto the stool, put your wrists in the rope.”
Zoro straightened and waddled as he walked over to the stool. Sanji grinned with lecherous delight. Zoro climbed onto the stool and slid his wrists in the slip nooses at the ends. Sanji pulled the ropes securely around Zoro’s wrists. Zoro wrapped his hands around the rope above where he was tied.
“I’m moving the stool,” Sanji warned before pulling it away. Zoro’s body dropped, pulling his arms overhead. He was on his toes, hanging from his wrists, his naked musculature on display. Zoro would dance if Sanji strapped him like this, but Zoro wanted his cock whipped, not his thighs.
Sanji created another slip noose with one end of the shorter length of rope and slid it around Zoro’s left foot. He picked up Zoro’s legs, wrapping them around his waist. “Keep them around me,” he said, pausing until he felt Zoro clench around him. Sanji climbed on the stool again. His action caused Zoro’s entire body to lift. Sanji grabbed Zoro’s legs once he was balanced and tugged lightly so Zoro would release him. Sanji lifted Zoro’s legs to his shoulders, allowing the ankles to rest there. Taking the rope around Zoro’s left ankle, Sanji thread it behind the rope Zoro’s wrists were hanging from, made a final slip noose with the other end, and slid it around Zoro’s right foot and ankle.
“I’m getting down,” Sanji told Zoro before doing so. Zoro lost the support of Sanji’s shoulders and he dropped again with a grunt. This time, his legs were in the air, feet pointing toward the ceiling, secured by the second rope. He wasn’t bent in half, as his flexibility wasn’t that great, but his legs were back far enough to be painful. His hard cock hung beneath his body like a pendulum.
Sanji stepped back to admire the view. Zoro was fully suspended from the pavilion open support beam, arms and legs straining against Zoro’s own weight and the rope securing him. His ass hung level with Sanji’s waist. His chin rested on his chest, his mouth stretched wide from the black ball gag. His beautifully bruised ass was split open by the inflated anal plug, his massive cock dangling in front of it.
“I need a camera,” Sanji said, salivating at the sight. “I’ll be back.”
Zoro whimpered, his single eye blackened with lust. Sanji hurried into the room, tossed the robe on the bed, threw on his trousers, shoes, and winter coat, made sure he had the key and left the room. He strode quickly to the lobby, adjusting his hard-on beneath his trousers to make him less obvious. He approached the counter and addressed the evening clerk. “I’m in need of a camera with instant pictures, to keep. Can I find one at this time of evening?”
“It would be our pleasure to obtain one for you, Sir,” the clerk said, much to Sanji’s delight. “We at the Mountain Drop Inn pride ourselves on satisfying our customers.”
Sanji’s hands itched to get his hands on the camera and get back to his pretty pet. “How long?”
“About fifteen minutes, if Sir would like to wait? Or I can have it brought to your room.”
Sanji shook his head. “I’ll wait here.” If he went back to the room, he’d drive himself nuts waiting with Zoro in sight.
The clerk stepped away from the desk. Sanji patted his coat pockets. He should have grabbed his cigarettes. He went to sit in one of the lobby chairs near the window. He looked out the front of the inn at the lights in town. He couldn’t wait to take Zoro’s picture, all trussed up and bruised. Then he’d beat Zoro with the leather strap until he cried and take more pictures. He was going to send the best shots to his darkly pornographic magazine in hopes that they used it. The thought of opening the next issue and seeing Zoro in it made his cock throb in his trousers. He hoped Zoro gave him permission. It would be his naked body out there for the world to see.
Fifteen minutes seemed like an eternity, but someone came in carrying a bag and brought it over to the clerk. Sanji jumped to his feet. The clerk smiled politely at Sanji as Sanji quickly approached the counter, likely looking like a wild man. “Here you are, Sir. One instant camera plus film. I will add it to your bill.”
“Thanks,” Sanji said and swiftly left the lobby, heading back to the room. He fumbled with the key trying to get the door open. Anticipation and horniness thrummed in his veins. He finally got the door open, slamming it shut behind him. He dropped the bag on the dresser and shed his shoes, his coat, and his trousers in quick order.
Sanji dove into the bag, pulling out its contents. He’d had a camera on the Baratie, to take pictures of the food he made while he was still learning. It was still probably under his bed, collecting dust. Sanji removed the camera from its box, inserted the cartridge of film, and attached the flash.
Naked, hard-on spearing from his body, he hurried outside. He twisted the outdoor light on as he passed, casting a glow beneath the pavilion. Zoro hung where Sanji had left him, body quivering, his muscles straining against the ropes. His cock was still hard, his face twisted with pain around the wide ball gag in his mouth. He opened his eye at the sound of Sanji’s footsteps and stared at Sanji with an arousal-blow pupil. He whinnied beggingly when he saw Sanji.
“I know, baby. I’m here.” Sanji held up the camera. “Okay if I take your picture?”
Zoro nodded enthusiastically and Sanji’s knees went weak. He salivated again as he brought the camera up to his eye. He looked through the viewfinder and framed Zoro’s suspended body at the perfect angle. Sanji’s erection jumped excitedly when he depressed the button, taking Zoro’s photograph.
The quick-film camera ejected the photograph from the bottom. Sanji pulled it free, set it aside, and took another picture, this one closer, framing Zoro’s massive, hard cock and his spanked, plug-stretched ass. Sanji snapped the picture, set it aside, and then took one of Zoro’s beautiful face with the gag stuffed in his mouth.
Sanji put the camera on the table and waited impatiently for three films to self-develop. His breathing was faster than usual, his body tense with arousal. When the first picture became clear, Sanji made a sound of sheer delight. “Fuck, Zoro, you look so good. You’re fucking beautiful.”
Zoro whinnied again, his body swinging slightly in the suspension. Sanji’s second two pictures were as erotic as the first. Sanji grabbed his cock and stroked himself several times. He could wank off to these pictures with ease.
But he wanted more, and his pet had been waiting to be pampered with punishment. He picked up the leather strap, walked over to Zoro, and circled behind the hanging man. The broad expanse of Zoro’s back, part of his ass, and his cock were exposed to Sanji’s view. The strain from the extended suspension caused Zoro’s body to tremble. Sanji brushed the strap down Zoro’s spine. “My sweet sub ready to be whipped?”
Zoro whined, nodding his head. Sanji smiled. He unfurled the leather strap. It was thick, dark brown, and supple. It replaced the original scrap of material Sanji had used all those months ago after Egghead Island, on the night that started this all. Sanji thanked the Giant Warrior Pirates daily for getting him drunk enough to finally go after Zoro.
Sanji drew his arm back, and the first lash caught Zoro diagonally across the back. Zoro yelped, the ball gag muffling the sound. Sanji had asked for no neighbors for this reason, in case he wanted to make his sub sing. The gag would prevent the sounds Zoro made from traveling too far.
Sanji brought the strap down across Zoro’s back again, and then again. Zoro’s suspended body rocked on the ropes and he didn’t withhold his yips of pained-pleasure. Sanji cooed, “That’s right, sweetheart. Make all the noise I want.”
Sanji started lashing him in earnest, as he knew Zoro desired. He rained snapping leather blows across Zoro’s back, creating a criss-cross pattern of welts. The reddened skin would bruise like his feet and ass. Sanji dropped the lash lower, whipping him across the upper backside, blending his bruising from back to ass.
Zoro sang like Sanji wanted, loud and unabashedly, even though the gag muffled him. His body swung wildly on the ropes every time Sanji hit him. Sanji brought the strap down lower, cracking it across Zoro’s dangling cock. It made Zoro howl and Sanji’s dark heart soar.
Sanji whipped Zoro’s hanging cock from behind, snapping the leather against the turgid length. Zoro started sobbing wildly, his entire body quaking. His skin was stained a sex-flushed hue. Sanji was so hard his teeth ached and he wanted to fuck Zoro badly. But Sanji wasn’t done. He walked around Zoro’s body in order to continue beating his wanton pet. Zoro’s cock and balls swung freely in front of him, the curve of his uptilted ass waiting for more punishment.
Sanji drew back his arm and swung the lash across the front of Zoro’s cock. Zoro blubbered incoherently behind the gag. Sanji stared at Zoro’s wrecked, reddened face, streaked with tears and snot, as he whipped Zoro’s cock. He raised the leather strap higher, striking it across Zoro’s ass and cock at the same time. Zoro swang again on the ropes as he tried to writhe wildly. The beautiful sights and sounds satisfied Sanji sadistically.
Sanji whipped him several more times with the leather strap across the cock and bruised ass, being careful not to catch Zoro’s balls. Ball play was a different game that required different tools and permissions. Zoro’s back, ass, and cock were enough of a playground to thoroughly sate them both.
Sanji was breathing heavily himself by the time he lowered the strap. He hustled back over to the table, exchanged the leather for the camera, and returned to Zoro. Sanji snapped picture after picture, of Zoro’s lashed cock and ass, of his battered back, of the exquisite tears on his face. He ran himself out of film.
Sanji set the camera on one of the chairs, the table filled with smutty snapshots of Zoro’s bound and beaten body. Sanji pinched the base of his cock. He could come simply by looking at the photographs. “You’re so fucking hot. Gorgeous bitch in bondage. Fuck, I want this for your wanted poster.” Sanji’s nose gushed blood at the thought, spattering on a few of the pictures. He quickly clamped his hand over it and rushed to grab a washcloth. He pressed it against his nose and swayed with lightheadedness. He’d better not pass out. He still wanted to fuck Zoro, and he couldn’t leave Zoro hanging however long he’d be out.
Sanji kept the washcloth against his nose, his back to Zoro and the pictures, getting himself under control. Finally, he felt the blood trickle off. The previously white washcloth looked as though it had been bathed in blood when he pulled it away. He flipped on the shower to rinse off the washcloth and his bloody face. They’d likely have to throw out the washcloth, as it was still pink when Sanji turned off the water.
Sanji inhaled and exhaled with relief. He dropped the washcloth in the laundry basket, toweled his body dry with a fresh towel, and added it to the basket. Still hard as a rock, but less likely to bleed to death, Sanji faced Zoro again. Zoro’s wet eye was glazed over as he stared back at Sanji. Sanji smiled to himself, recognizing the look of subspace. It wasn’t the tranquil state, but the free-floating one brought on by endorphins caused by extensive pain. Zoro’s reactions varied when they played this way and it was nice to see Sanji had done a good enough job to bring this on.
Sanji stopped inside again to fetch the lube from Zoro’s coat pocket before returning outside. He went over to Zoro and deflated the anal plug, hearing the air hiss out. It caused Zoro to whimper. Sanji pulled the plug free, put it on one of the chairs by the table, and slicked himself with the lube. He left the tube on the chair as well and returned to Zoro.
Zoro was still semi-hard after the beating, his cock flaming red with welts. Sanji lifted Zoro’s hips and shifted Zoro's cock onto his belly. Sanji lined his slicked shaft up with Zoro’s well-stretched hole and slid into him with a lustful sigh. Zoro blinked slowly at him even as he moaned around the gag.
Sanji began to fuck Zoro, slowly at first, feeling Zoro’s body close around him after being stretched wide for so long. Zoro’s tear and snot-streaked face was gorgeous to look at as Sanji took him. Zoro’s body swung easily on the suspension ropes. Sanji thrust steadily, building up speed, listening as Zoro made pained sounds in his throat. Sanji’s powerful hips punished Zoro, his pelvis snapping against Zoro’s thoroughly spanked and strapped ass. Sanji could already feel his orgasm approaching, pressure welling behind his balls. He drove into Zoro harder, chasing the feeling as body contracted and his breath stuttered.
Climax hit him like a sea train, his eyelids squeezing shut, his cock spasming as he shot his load deep within Zoro’s hot, slicked ass. He held onto Zoro's hips as electric pleasure washed through him. His brain whited out, his hearing gone for a long moment, before his strings felt like they’d been cut. The happy, fuzzy feeling accompanied by a wave of relaxation flowed through him. Sanji took a deep breath and exhaled with content.
He opened his eyes and smiled lazily at Zoro before wrapping his fingers around Zoro’s big cock. He kept himself seated in Zoro’s sweet ass as he jerked his pet off. Zoro whined and whimpered and started crying again as his bruised and battered cock was stroked. Sanji didn’t let up, bringing his beautiful baby to a sobbing orgasm. Zoro spurt his seed all over his chest, abdomen, and down his shaft over Sanji’s hand. Sanji held Zoro’s spent shaft upright and licked the pierced cockhead, tasting Zoro’s salty, bitter semen on his tongue.
Zoro made soft noises of distress at the sensitivity and Sanji relented. He pulled out of Zoro, wishing he had one more picture left so he could take one of his spent sub. Next time, he thought, as he cleaned up with a quick shower. He left himself damp as he returned to Zoro, bringing the stool with him.
Sanji climbed onto the stool, set his balance, and lifted Zoro until Zoro’s feet were resting on Sanji’s shoulders. Sanji rose on one foot and used his knee to keep Zoro supported, taking pressure off his ankles. Sanji pulled the tail of one of the slip knots, freeing Zoro’s right ankle, followed by the left. Zoro’s legs immediately slid off Sanji’s shoulders to hang limply on either side of Sanji’s body. Sanji wrapped his arms around Zoro’s waist, lowered his knee, and urged Zoro to put his feet on the stool as well. “Stand on the stool, love.”
Zoro stared blankly at Sanji for a long time before he did as told. Sanji waited until he felt Zoro somewhat supporting his own weight before tugging the slip knot from one of his wrists. “Okay, baby, I’m going to help you down. Try to stay on your feet.”
Carefully, using his upper body strength, he lifted Zoro off his feet and slowly crouched on the stool, lowering Zoro to the floor. Zoro found his footing, but Sanji kept a hold on him until he was certain Zoro wouldn’t collapse. Only then did he let go.
Zoro swayed like he was drunk but managed to remain standing. The long, heavy rope was still attached to one wrist, having come down from the beam along with Zoro. The shorter rope used on his ankles had fallen to the hardwood floor. Sanji got off the stool, freed Zoro’s wrist, and guided him over to the bench running along the wall beneath the shower. “Sit down, pet.”
Zoro sank onto the bench and mewled from pain in the back of his throat. Sanji pushed his head gently down so he could unbuckle the gag. He pulled the wide ball free from Zoro’s mouth and watched as copious amounts of drool spilled from his lax lips. “Oh, my sweetheart is a wreck. I’ll clean you up, don’t worry,” Sanji said, setting the gag aside. He quickly removed the protective wrist and ankle cuffs, then made sure Zoro was leaning back against the wall before taking the cuffs and the gag away.
He gathered their toys, including the camera, but left the pictures on the table. He brought everything inside and piled it beside his bag. He pulled out his clean boxers, tossed them in the direction of the bed, and then retrieved the jar of healing salve and the tube of lip balm. He headed back outside, grabbing one of the bottles of water from the nightstand on the way.
Zoro sat slumped against the wall beneath the shower, chin resting on his chest. He’d managed to close his mouth, though his chin was still wet from the drool. Sanji set his items out of the range of the shower, fetched a clean washcloth, and returned to Zoro’s side. He turned on the shower, switching it to the wand after he’d picked it up. He wet Zoro’s body and hair and then the washrag before turning off the water again.
Sanji used the same soap Zoro had used on him to lather up the rag. He praised Zoro quietly as he lovingly attended to his sub. “You were so good for me. You took your lashes and cried so prettily. You looked beautiful, my pet. You are beautiful. Your bruises are going to be spectacular. Everyone will be envious. They will all say how lucky I am to have such a wonderful sub.”
“Yours,” Zoro mumbled.
“Yes, love. Mine.” Sanji tugged him forward, to lean against Sanji’s shoulder as Sanji washed his battered back. Zoro whimpered into Sanji’s skin. “I know, pet, it hurts. My good boy loves his lashes.”
Zoro hummed against Sanji. Sanji guided him back to lean against the wall, then lifted one of his legs to clean his ass. Sanji left Zoro’s face for the end, tenderly washing the snot and tears away. He rinsed off the rag and used it to clean the soap from Zoro’s face before showering off the rest of his body.
Sanji set the rag aside, picked up the shampoo, and poured some in his hand. He pushed his hands into Zoro’s hair, lathering it up. Zoro dropped his chin to allow Sanji to reach his whole head. Sanji massaged Zoro’s scalp, soothing him after their intense fun.
Sanji rinsed Zoro off again, taking care to get all the shampoo out of his hair without getting it into his eye. Sanji shut off the shower, hooked the wand back into place, and fetched a towel. He dried Zoro off, fluffing his hair, running the towel over his chest, his arms, and his legs before prompting him to lean forward again and gently drying his back.
“Stay like this, precious. I’m going to put the salve on your back,” Sanji said, setting the towel aside.
“Okay,” Zoro mumbled, and Sanji waited a second to ensure Zoro wouldn’t topple off the bench before moving. Sanji dried himself off quickly with a towel before picking up the water, salve and lip balm. He brought them both over to Zoro.
Sanji used the salve first, opening the jar and setting the lid aside. He scooped a good amount onto his fingers before allowing Zoro to rest his head on Sanji’s shoulder again. Sanji gently smoothed the salve over the welts on Zoro’s back. Zoro mewled again in displeased pain and Sanji shushed him softly. “It’s okay, baby. You’re fine. You’ll feel better after this.”
Sanji carefully coated a majority of Zoro’s back. He’d get the rest when Zoro laid down, but he wanted a majority of the salve to have time to soak in and dry before bed. He prompted Zoro to sit up again. He gave Zoro the water. “Drink this. Slowly.”
Zoro nodded and twisted off the cap. He brought the water to his lips as Sanji crouched in front of him. Sanji gathered more salve and smeared it over Zoro’s cock. Zoro hissed, and Sanji murmured, “You’re okay, my pretty boy. Let your Dom take care of you.”
Sanji finished coating Zoro’s cock, set the jar aside, and wiped his hand on the damp washrag. He picked up the lip balm and waited for Zoro to finish his current drink from the water bottle. “Part your lips, love,” Sanji told him. Zoro did, and Sanji smeared the lip balm over his cracked lips. “You can still drink. I want you to finish that bottle before we go inside.”
Zoro nodded again, bringing the water to his mouth once more. Sanji cleaned up the area, bringing the salve, lip balm, and the washrag inside. He set all of them on the nightstand, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. He went back outside to sit next to Zoro.
Zoro leaned against Sanji’s shoulder, drinking his water while Sanji smoked. Sanji laid a hand on Zoro’s bare thigh. The umbrella heater kept them warm. The mountain rose with inky darkness against the night sky. Steam drifted from the hot spring, visible in the outdoor light. Silence surrounded them with tranquility.
Zoro finished his water, and Sanji took the empty bottle from him. He brought it inside, set it on the floor beside the nightstand, and stabbed out his cigarette. He drew back the covers and sheets on the bed, arranging the pillows how he knew Zoro liked them. He went back to Zoro and helped him to his feet. “Bed time, love.”
Zoro murmured with sleepy agreement and Sanji brought him inside. Sanji walked Zoro around to the far side of the bed, closer to the door, where his katanas were. Zoro climbed into bed, sprawling on his stomach, pushing his arms beneath the pillow. He sighed contentedly.
Sanji went around to the other side of the bed again, retrieved the salve, and returned to Zoro. He used the salve on Zoro’s lower back and ass, smoothing it across Zoro’s damaged skin. Zoro grumbled but otherwise was quiet. Sanji finished, capped the salve, and returned it to the other nightstand. He cleaned his hand with the washrag and moved the second bottled water to Zoro’s nightstand. “There’s more water for you here, pet, in case you get thirsty.”
“M’kay,” Zoro mumbled, pushing his face sleepily into the pillow.
Sanji smiled fondly and went to use the toilet. Afterward, he tidied up, collecting the photographs, putting towels in the laundry basket, shutting off the outdoor heaters and lights. He didn’t look at the photographs, tucking them in the outer pocket of the overnight bag for later enjoyment and nosebleeds. He stoked the fire, adding another log to keep it going longer into the night, ensuring that the protective grate was in front of it. He brought one of the chairs inside, moved his suit and clean boxers to it, and turned off the indoor lights. He didn’t bother closing the black out curtains over the window. He’d be up with the sun, anyway.
Sanji climbed naked into bed beside Zoro, drawing the cool sheet up over them both. He punched the pillow beneath his head into a comfortable position, lying on his back. He ran through his aftercare in his mind, ensuring he’d touched on Zoro’s needs. He’d made sure Zoro had drunk the entire bottle of water and left the second one in reach. Zoro would get thirsty during the night. Sanji usually fed Zoro after they’d played, but they’d eaten before this time. He tended to Zoro’s wounds, his cleaning, and comfort. He’d given touch and praise. Since Zoro had fallen into pain-related subspace, Sanji didn’t want him to subdrop.
Sanji’s hand lifted and tangled in his hair. Had he done enough? Should he have gotten a snack for Zoro? Maybe a third bottle of water?
“Shh,” Zoro whispered softly, shifting in the bed to snuggle against Sanji. He draped an arm over Sanji’s waist, his head on Sanji’s shoulder, and tangled one leg between Sanji’s own. “You did good, my Dom. I feel good and cared for. You don’t have to worry.”
Sanji felt the tension that had been growing in his body, release. He lowered his hand to thread into Zoro’s towel-dried hair. “How did you know I was worrying?”
“You were pulling on your hair.” Zoro nuzzled against his chest. “You only do that when you’re upset or worrying deeply about something.”
Sanji hadn’t even noticed. He lapsed into silence, allowing Zoro’s presence and weight against him to anchor him. He turned his head to look out the window at the starlit sky over the mountains. His fingers absently petted Zoro’s hair.
“Love you,” Zoro murmured sleepily, bringing a smile to Sanji’s lips.
“I love you, too, pet,” Sanji said, but Zoro didn’t hear it as he’d already fallen asleep, his soft snore drifting from his slack mouth. Sanji knew he’d wake up with drool on his chest, but that was alright. They didn’t get to spend many nights in a bed big enough for two, and his Zoro was a snuggler.
Sanji allowed his eyes to close. The warmth from the fire across from the bed seeped into his bones. He felt fully relaxed, his mind and body aligned and at peace from the self-pampering. He’d had a fantastic, rejuvenating afternoon and evening, just as he’d wanted. He hoped Nami got her spa day wishes, as well.
Sleep tugged at Sanji, and he settled more comfortably beneath Zoro. A log crackled in the fireplace. Zoro’s quiet snores floated in the air. The sheet felt cool and comfortable around his waist. As Sanji drifted off, he made a mental note to ask Zoro if they could send one of his pictures to the marines.
End