The eggs sizzled quietly in the cast iron pan as Sanji absently shoved them around with the black spatula, the rubber tip bent and melted from years of use. Early morning light shone through the window as Sanji tried to shake the hovering dissonance that had been following him since he had woken up with a jerk an hour before after having had a night terror. Even the long shower he had taken had been futile in washing away the vivid imagery.
It had been a long time since he had had a true nightmare. One that caused him to wake in a cold sweat, hands shaking, and breath stuttering. It had happened to him a lot as a kid after his father had died, and they had gotten progressively worse after being stuck in several less than ideal foster homes. A couple years of therapy and some proper sleep medication had eventually resolved the problem, and it had been at least several years since he had woken up so terrified.
He vividly remembered the moment when the face of the poor young boy that had been nailed to the stake had flashed in his mind. Warped and twisted from the young youthful face that he had seen across so many news broadcasts, papers, and information articles. It had only gotten worse as the terrified screams and cries from the boy had started as his mind had begun supplying him with horrifying gruesome scenarios.
Young boy strapped down and being flayed alive, struggling with his captor, screaming for help before being knocked unconscious. The sound of something sharp being tapped idly against metal before a heavy grunt was followed by the harsh thud of something hitting the ground. Over and over these sounds rattled through Sanji's head while he had fought desperately in the darkness to locate the sounds, to try and rescue the child.
But each time he was too late. Never able to escape the suffocating darkness in time to find the source of the torture, each time he thought it was over it would start anew. Eventually the screams became too much and he had jolted painfully awake in his bed covered in sweat, his throat parched and his muscles tender from the stressful sleep.
Scooping up the eggs from the pan and plopping them down on a plate he tried not to think about the nightmare anymore. He had thought that he wasn't susceptible to these vivid nightmares anymore, but at the same time wasn't entirely shocked that the stress of all the disappearances hadn't gotten to him sooner. Though he knew from experience the best thing he could do was no dwell on them; focus on the day ahead and try to forget the images.
Leaning back against the counter he shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth and chewed absently on the creamy yolks as he tried to think about later on that day. By all rights he should be happy. He was going over to Zoro's tonight for the first time. After texting Zoro last night on the bus they had planned to have dinner at his place and who knew what would happen after that.
If the small selection of toys he had brought over the past week was anything to go by, it was quiet promising that they man probably had a massive collection of toys and bondage gear at his house. That thought alone had a giddy swell of excitement rising in his chest at the prospect of all the possibilities in store for him. Shaking off the last vestiges of his unnerved state he focused solely on imagining what Zoro might have in store for him.
Everything that had been in the booklet and on the contract was a possibility and that made the scenarios endless. Just picturing all the restraining devices and possible disciplinary items that Zoro probably owned and could use on him were getting him far too wound up so early in the morning. Though, it didn't stop him from continuing to wonder if the man owned a sex swing, or a Cross for that matter. The Dom had talked a lot about all the things in the booklet, but how many of them was he able to procure?
His perverted and undoubtedly exaggerated thoughts ran away with him as he finished breakfast, only being drawn from his dirty musings by his phone buzzing with a text. Tossing his plate into the sink he snatched up his phone to note a text from Zoro;
Client canceled. I'll be done at 5. Come by as soon as you're finished work.
Lumbering into his bedroom he quickly responded,
Alright, I'll be done by 7. Anything I need to bring?
As he waited for a reply he quickly dressed and pulled on his black work slacks, digging through his closet before finally locating his favorite blue hoodie.
My things I left there. And a change of clothes for tomorrow?
Kk.
Throwing a change of clothes into his pack, he also rounded up the shirt Zoro had left the other day and a few of his toys, along with the dildo that the man had bought him. For having been opened for just one week the item had gotten a rather extraordinary amount of use. Not to mention the one morning Zoro had woken him up by turning it on to the highest setting after getting it inside him while he had still been asleep and loose from the night before.
At first it had been utterly mortifying, but within moments had easily become one of the top three mornings on Sanji's list to date. And that included the time Sadi woke him with his cock halfway down her throat.
Smirking at the memories he slung his pack over his shoulder as he made his way out of his apartment, locking the door absently behind him. Memories of his nightmares long forgotten as he practically skipped down the stairwell at the prospects of what was going to happen tonight.
~X~
Sanji was jittery.
Less a bundle of nervous ticks, and more just an impatient cacophony or questions and curiosity. Sure, there was a small part of him that was nervous over going to the man's house for the first time and seeing what a real Playroom was going to look like. But mostly he was just submerging himself in a litany of questions over what they were going to do after all the relationship formalities were dealt with.
What was Zoro's place going to be like? Did Zoro just want him over for dinner, or were they immediately going to jump into the sex? Were they simply going to go to his bedroom or did the man have a secret fuck room for more vicious play? Was Zoro expecting Sanji to step up his game and start larger and more intimidating toys? Was the punishment going to get more painful? Was Zoro planning on finally, actually fucking him?
Question after anxious question tumbled through Sanji's skull as he tried to convince himself it wasn't going to be nearly as intimidating and frightening as he was making himself believe.
"Excuse me, sir?"
Sanji jerked up swiftly, shaking off his personal issues as he noted the gorgeous young girl standing nervously at the till in front of him. Blond hair was done up into two adorable buns atop her head and she was clearly taking advantage of the spring weather in a short pink summer dress.
"Ah!" Sanji stammered, "Sorry, was totally day dreaming."
"It's alright." She giggled softly, hands twisting her phone nervously in her hands as she forged on, "Who can I talk to about exchanging my phone?"
"I can, absolutely." Sanji assured, already pulling out his own phone so he could start taking her information and find her Apple account, "I totally work here; I just look like I don't."
The girl tittered again, her laugh reminiscent of a chime fluttering in the wind and Sanji found himself more than eager to keep hearing it from the beautiful girl. As he began going through the set up on his phone he asked, "So, you want do the Apple Recycle program correct?"
"I think so." She winced lightly, "My friends told me if I have an old iPhone I can bring it in and exchange it for money or something? I dunno."
"Yeah, that's the Recycle Program we started last year." Sanji explained happily, "I just have to check the phone over for damage and wear and depending on its condition I can give you credit. Most of the time the phone will be worth enough for a new phone, but you can simply keep the money and spend it on anything else in the store."
"Oh wow." She gushed as she looked down at her phone, "That's pretty cool. I think I'd just like to get the newest model though, if that's okay?"
"Of course." Sanji grinned, "I just need your account info."
It wasn't long before everything had been filled out and Sanji had taken her through all the long boring processes of Recycling her phone. Connis – as her named turned out to be – was definitely gentle with it as Sanji couldn't find a scratch on it and was pretty sure she had managed to keep her phone in better condition than he ever could. When he voiced as much she gifted him with that gorgeous laugh again and Sanji had to refrain from cooing over it.
After everything was run through, she had a new iPhone 6c box clasped in her hands excitedly, as well as a set of head phones and a case from the left over credit. As they waited for the receipt to print Connis thumbed the box nervously before bursting loudly, "Would you like the have coffee sometime?"
The words caught Sanji off guard and he stared at the girl stock still for a moment as the scenario properly registered for him just as the receipt finished printing with a pointed ding. Normally he would pounce at the opportunity of a drink with such a gorgeous girl, but instead he was shocked to find the bleakest of reactions inside of him.
The old him would gladly fall to one knee for a girl like this, take her out somewhere expensive and treat her like a princess, but now he was just faced with the stark reality that it would be an utter sham of a relationship. It was cruel to think it, but there was no way in hell that this delicate, fair girl could possibly give him what he wanted; emotionally or sexually. And just like so many other past failed relationships it would be unfair to ask of it.
Zoro was now such a positive, permanent fixture in his life that he couldn't even fathom another relationship or person that could live up to his expectations. As indignant as he should be, he couldn't help but fondly note that Zoro had probably ruined him for everyone else.
Connis seemed to take his awkward silence as rejection and blubber nervously, "Or you know, oh my gosh just forget I said anything. That was so stupid of m-"
"No!" Sanji blurted quickly, trying to figure how to apologize to the distraught girl, "No, you're gorgeous and I – any guy – would be lucky to have coffee with you. I just – um – I'm spoken for."
Embarrassment was still flooding her cheeks, but she seemed a bit more relieved as she sigh softly, "Should've known."
"Ah, yup." Sanji chuckled awkwardly, still feeling bad for having to turn down such a sweet girl, "Sorry."
"It's okay." She brushed off with another laughed, talking her receipt from Sanji's slack grip and giving a short nod, "It was worth a shot. Thank you for your help today, Sanji."
"You're welcome." Sanji murmured softly, watching her leave somberly. Eyes catching at her thighs where the dress was riding up improperly high and he found that his normal reaction to such scandalously exposed skin was absent. Glancing down at his dick as though it were the culprit and not his warped psychology he grouched, "Really?"
"Talking to your dick and it's not even lunch." Ace drawled as he made his way over, trademark Orange Julius slurpy poised between his lips, "Should I be concerned for you, or your boyfriend?"
"Zoro's ruined me." Sanji bemoaned dramatically, slumping over on the counter and giving a pitiful whine.
"Isn't that a good thing?" Ace chuckled, "I thought that was the whole point of the dating site, to finally find someone."
"I guess." Sanji pouted into his arm with a childish frown before shooting up and gesticulating wildly towards the door where Connis had just left, "But she just asked me out and I felt nothing. Nada. Zilch."
"She was very cute." Ace agreed sagely, the loud slurping attesting to his thoughts.
"I know!" Sanji balked, dropping into a crouch behind the counter and scowling, "What the hell is wrong with me?"
"So wait." Ace frowned as he glanced down at his co-worker crouched behind the work desk, "Are you angry at Zoro, or angry that you are just realizing how much you like him?"
"The second."
"Aw," Ace gushed, "How cute."
"Your face is cute." Sanji spat venomously.
"I know." Ace implored with a tone of wonder, turning and striding back to his end of the counter, "I'm like a puppy."
Sanji just grumbled irritably at his supervisor's flippant behavior, but couldn't stop the grin that broke across his face as he thought about Zoro. Hiding his smile behind his arm he remained crouching for a few more minutes, reveling in his newest realization.
~X~
The end of the day could not come quick enough, between several screaming children and a nearly broken iPad at the Kid's Table, to a grouchy old woman who refused to listen when Sanji was trying to explain why she couldn't simply buy a replacement screen for her son's iPhone and that she had to send it in for repairs. When Ace finally shut the doors it was met with a sigh of relief from everyone.
As everyone else hurried home, Sanji hung back to help Ace shut down everything, set the alarms and lock up. Making their way through the empty, after hours mall Sanji finally dropped the bomb he'd been meaning to ask Ace for a while now.
"I was thinking about what you said." Sanji alluded casually, "About designing games and stuff. I think I'd like to try applying for a more serious position in the store."
"You serious?!" Ace balked, "That's awesome!"
"Yeah, I mean..." Sanji shrugged disparagingly, not wanting to really reveal the fact that he wanted to start looking for more serious employment was because of Zoro's influence. He didn't need Ace gushing over it, or for Zoro to know and get an even more inflated ego than he already had. "It's about time I go back to school and think about my future."
"Dude. That's awesome." Ace grinned, "What'd you have in mind?"
"I was thinking of taking a few courses so it'll look good on my resume and then finally get off the floor and maybe get a gig actually repairing things full time. Maybe even start writing code for some new systems."
"No shit." Ace grinned, and Sanji could already tell he was gushing happily but refrained from rolling his eyes at his friend's behavior, "Where you thinking of going to school?"
"Probably RLU[1]." Sanji shrugged, adjusting the pack on his shoulder, "I've heard good things about the place, plus it's only a bus ride away from my apartment."
"Well, I can shoot a text to our GM tomorrow about recommended courses and if there's anything she thinks you should look into." Ace offered, holding open the mall doors for Sanji as they made their way outside, "How long till applications close?"
"That'd be awesome, thank you." Sanji stepped through the offered doorway out into the pale afternoon light. The sky was clear despite the forecast calling for rain and summer clearly in the air as a warm breeze whipped by. "And I still got a few weeks before semester applications close, so take your time."
They paused out on the busy sidewalk, Ace intending to walk around back to the employee parking lot around the corner. Raising an arm in a jerky wave Sanji called a cab towards him, slinging off his backpack as he waited for the cab to pull up beside them on the sidewalk.
"Where are you off to?" Ace grinned, eyeing the bag and then the cab with a knowing smirk.
"Zoro's." Sanji responded cheekily, his excitement clearly showing on his face though it wasn't exactly like he was trying to hide it. He was finally going for dinner at his boyfriend's house and spending the night, he had every right in the world to look smug.
"You dog." Ace chuckled, watching as Sanji pulled open a door and threw his bag inside before continuing as the blond slide a foot into the awaiting vehicle, "You gotta introduce us sometime, yeah?"
"Absolutely." Sanji nodded, plopping down in his seat, "When neither of us are working. I think you'll like him."
The cabby huffed impatiently so Ace simply nodded with a reassuring smile as Sanji slammed the door shut, giving a small wave before settling into his seat as he pulled out his phone. Finding the address in the text history and listing it off to the man quickly.
~X~
Standing on the crack riddled sidewalk he stared down at the address in his phone one last time to make sure the cabby had absolutely gotten it right before glancing back up at the glistening apartment complex towering above him. Casting a furtive look to his right and then left he took in the small, quaint courtyard that safeguarded the entrance to the elaborate complex.
Tucking his phone away in his pocket Sanji let out a low whistle at the mere height of the building Zoro had taken up residence in, digging around in his back pocket and pulling out a crushed box of cigarettes. Tapping the box absently on the back of his hand to pack the tobacco better he turned to assess the rest of the area.
Right in the middle of downtown Seattle, the apartment wasn't far from the hustled of East Blue Boulevard where the man worked, and was blocks away from the nightlife down on Red Line Street. Surrounded by hundreds of other towering structures, Sanji could distantly make out the top of Space Needle between to large bank offices.
Pulling a cigarette free, he placed it between his lips as he as he flicked his lighter absently, knowing that this was probably the last cigarette he was going to get for the evening. A lot of the downtown apartments forbid smoking in them, even if a balcony was present. Placing the tip to the flame and taking a long drag, he reveled in the nicotine soaking his slightly agitated lungs.
Blowing out a stream of smoke he scoffed quietly as he noticed a man currently exiting the building and eyeing Sanji with disdain. Whether it was because of the cigarette, or the fact that a delinquent looking kid like him was hanging around his apartment in such a shady manner Sanji couldn't tell. Giving a companionable wave and a jaunty smile, Sanji basked in the disgruntled look on his face before he ignored him.
It hardly bothered Sanji. He was used to people looking at him and assuming the worst. The pitying looks he got from working a retail job at a mall, to his cozy flat in the middle of downtown; people assumed he was hard done by and a sad case. It was far easier to let people think that than instead having to explain how he inexplicably came by so much money while working minimum wage.
Enjoying the early afternoon sun he finished his smoke in relative silence, the constant thrum of the city however unfortunately present. When he eventually got down to the filter he felt marginally better after such a long day at work, and not at all worried about seeing Zoro's place for the first time.
Removing the stub of his cigarette from his lips he ground it out on the sole of his shoe before tossing it into an ashtray stationed just outside the front doors. Glancing on the registry before locating Dr. Roronoa in fancy cursive script and snorting quietly. Pressing the button he wondered idly if he chose to have that title used or if the complex did it automatically.
A few moment passed before a voice buzzed through, "Hello?"
"It's Sanji." Sanji clarified quickly.
"Awesome." Zoro's voice crackled through the speaker, "Floor 20. Flat 13E."
"'Kay. Be right up."
The door buzzed loudly and then clicked, allowing Sanji inside. Making his way through the lobby to the elevator, he was soon on the twentieth floor and standing nervously in front of Zoro's apartment door. Judging from the layout of the building there were approximately two to three apartments per floor, and the place was miraculously maintained.
Giving a swift knock, Sanji waited as he cast an absent glance around himself at the empty hall, distantly hearing the sound of footsteps nearing. A moment later the knob twisted and the door was swung back to reveal the owner, looking extremely relaxed as he stood barefoot in his fitted black sweat pants, and white tank top.
His face immediately lit up at Sanji's appearance and he grinned, "Hey."
"Hi." Sanji offered, suddenly feeling a little awkward standing in the man's doorway, not sure if he was supposed to wait for an invitation inside or if he was just supposed to act like he owned the place. Zoro took the option from him with a hand tangled in his blue hoodie, dragging him forward into a soft kiss and a pleased hum.
It was gentle, playful, and Sanji distantly heard the door close behind him as both of Zoro hand's came to rest on his lower back comfortably. It was with a final flick of his tongue before Zoro ended the kiss with a leisurely press of his lips against Sanji's and muttered, "Good to see you."
"You too, Dr. Roronoa." Sanji jested, lips curving into a smile as they remained pressed against Zoro's lightly.
Zoro groaned regrettably, letting his lips fall from Sanji's to curl his forehead into the groove of Sanji's neck and shoulder, "You saw that?"
"Of course." Sanji turned in Zoro's hold to smirk down at the man currently dying of embarrassment in his shoulder, "How could I miss it?"
"It wasn't me." Zoro grunted petulantly as he pulled slowly out the embrace with a grimace, "When I signed the lease and paid the damage deposit they saw the status on my check and well..."
"Assumed you'd want the title?" Sanji drawled with a chuckle, "I must say Doctor, I'm finding your reluctantly appointment title quite arousing."
"Oh, shut up." Zoro gave an exhaustive roll of his eyes before smirking as he made his way into the house, motioning for Sanji to follow him. Kicking off his shoes he finally cast an appreciative look around the whole place.
Zoro's house was gorgeous. Very open and spacious with most of the walls replaced with large paneled windows facing out onto the city below. Off to the right was a large archway leading to an extraordinarily modern kitchen and dining area that was entirely naturally light by the sunlight.
The living room was placed adjacent to the kitchen with an unmarked view of the Seattle skyline, and off to the left was a long hall that branched off to several unmarked rooms. It was refreshing and comforting environment that was so open and spacious, the whole layout of the flat practically visible the moment you walked in the front door.
"Damn." Sanji finally admitted as he followed Zoro into the kitchen, casting a glance out the window, "This view is amazing."
Zoro grinned, obviously pleased by Sanji's awe, "Perks of a doctor's salary."
"I'll bet." Sanji scoffed.
"I used to live in the studio flat above the clinic." Zoro explained as he lead Sanji into the kitchen where he already had a couple plates set out on the stylish marble topped island separating the kitchen from the dining area. "I liked it but one of my practitioners – Perona, I don't think you've met her yet – said I needed to think about settling down," Zoro snorted, "Needed to live somewhere acceptable."
"Well, it's gorgeous." Sanji reassured, "The view alone is worth it."
"Definitely my favorite part of the morning," Zoro agreed as he began pulling some glasses from a cupboard, pulling a jug of water from the fridge along with two bottles. Extending one towards Sanji, "Brewski?"
"Thanks." Sanji supplied, taking the bottle and twisting the lid off. Taking a swig before laughing softly, "This definitely not what I expected though."
"What did you expect?"
"I dunno." Sanji mused with a shrug, "Some erotic paintings depicting some bondage, maybe a few chains and shackles hanging from the walls on a plaque. You know, an artistic homage to your sexual preferences."
"I'm sorry to disappoint." Zoro deadpanned, grin quirking his lips as he turned to the ove.
"I suppose I'll cope." Sanji sighed heavily, fighting back a smile as he watched Zoro pulled open the oven door, "You cook often?"
"Never."
Zoro pulled out a large tray that had several Styrofoam packages, and tinfoil pans on it that had clearly been keeping warm inside the tepid oven. One whiff and Sanji realized what the man was serving and he couldn't stop himself from grinning broadly at the man's choice of dinner.
"Not that I am one to turn down Chinese takeout." Sanji mused as he pried apart a set of chopsticks with a snap, "But I was under the impression that you'd be cooking dinner, Dr. Roronoa."
"Hey," Zoro defended hotly with a chuckle, "I have a Master's in physiotherapy, not cooking. I got through college like every other poor med student; living off ramen noodles and discount pizza."
"I'm surprised you didn't get scurvy." Sanji scoffed as he opened one of the containers of chow mien, choking back a moan at the sweet smell that rolled off the noodles in a burst of hearty steam.
"My roommate Johnny assured me it was because of the tomato sauce and pineapples on the pizza."
"Christ." Sanji muttered lowly, shaking his head as he shoveled a mouthful of noodles into his mouth. "Should I be thanking some deity that you're here today and not dead from malnourishment?"
"Probably." Zoro chuckled, already distracted as he piled his own plate high with everything available in front of them. Pulling a stool out to sit across from Sanji as they both began tucking into the hot food.
They ate in relative silence, both clearly starving after a long day at work, and Sanji really had to hand it to Zoro; the food was top notch. Smothering a grin with a mouthful of sweet and sour chicken he tried not get too soft over the fact that at least if the man was going to buy take out he was going to go for the expensive stuff.
"So," Sanji pondered after they were both fairly full, pushing a ginger strip around his plate with his chopsticks before asking cheekily, "where's your dungeon?"
Zoro froze, chopsticks hovering in front of his mouth with a piece of dripping sweet and sour pork as he gaped, "Excuse me?"
"You know..." Sanji prodded idly, leaning across the counter with a mischievous grin, eyebrows waggling suggestively, "Your torture chamber? Punishment Playroom? Where you tie me up and leave me?"
Zoro's mouth twitched imperceptibly, clearly fighting back a laugh, before finally giving in and laughing heartily, "How much porn do you watch?"
"At least twice a day." Sanji grinned playful, finding a full stomach did wonders for his confidence and ability to taunt the man, "Thrice if I can sneak it in during my lunch break."
Zoro slowly lowered his chopsticks and was apparently debating the merits of continuing that line of conversation, but seemed to think better of it. Shaking his head with a dismissive chuckle, picking up a napkin and wiping his mouth and hands idly before finally meeting Sanji's playful grin.
"I keep everything in my room. But's not like it's a..." Trailing off with a laugh he pushed up off his stool, grabbed his beer and flicked a hand in front of himself, "Follow me."
Sanji hardly tried to hide his excitement as he bounded off his stool to follow Zoro out of the kitchen and down the hall, pointing out doors along the hallway, "That's the spare guest room, bathroom's here, and that's my office."
"My room's this way." Zoro explained as they continued down the landing to the door on the end, throwing the door open for Sanji to enter.
The room was actually fairly normal as far as bedrooms went. Bed comfortably situated in the corner to the left of the door, covers and sheets a tangled mess from where Zoro had clearly crawled out of them early that morning. A small alcove was beside it that functioned as a walk-in closet, dirty laundry on the floor within that appeared discarded carelessly. Beside the bed was a small night table with a reading lamp situated on it, and a large bay window on the far wall gazing out on to a beautiful view of bay surrounding downtown.
What was a little off about the room however was the large suspended case on one of the walls, and a large dresser with an inordinate amount of drawers. The only other thing Sanji noted was a few rings that were attached to the ceiling at key points that he undoubtedly knew were for something kinky. Possibly a sex swing, or another form of levitated bondage.
"What?" Zoro scoffed around a grin, when Sanji failed to say anything, "Were you imagining all brick walls and stone floors, chains hanging from the ceiling?"
"Something along those lines, yeah." Sanji mused, taking in the warm yellow wall paper with a curious frown. Expecting a dark maroon or inky black, but surprisingly calmed by the soothing atmosphere. It certainly didn't look anything like his vivid imagination had supplied, but he actually found himself loving the simplicity of it all.
"You watch way too much porn." Zoro restated with an exasperated roll of his eyes, tucking inside the room after the blond and shutting the door behind them. Slipping a free hand into his pocket and sipping on his beer as he let Sanji take in the space.
Sanji took a few cautious steps further into the room, realizing with a dawning clarity that this is where Zoro did his scenes. This is where he had enacted out role-play scenes and bondage scenarios with others before him, and would eventually be doing to Sanji. Essentially he had entered Zoro's domain and he wasn't entirely sure what was now allowed and what was not.
When Zoro made no sound or move to stop him he continued more cautiously towards the large cases and drawers near the back of the room that he was beginning to suspect were filled with ridiculous amounts of toys and bondage materials. If what Zoro brought over in that bag was just a sampling of his items, Sanji was dying of curiosity to see just how extensive Zoro's collection and needs went.
Finger hooking in one of the top drawers, he slid one the smooth, metallic drawers from its modern black chic foundation and gazed inside. Neatly laid out were an assortment of silk bands, different lengths and thicknesses; colors varied but all with a very dark tone. It seemed they were meant mostly for blindfolding or very light bondage.
Carefully sliding the drawer closed he glanced at Zoro to gauge the man's reaction and found him simply standing and watching Sanji coolly. The blond took this as an okay to continue and he picked another random drawer to open, gasping when he saw the collection of plugs inside.
All in varying sizes and colors. Some with smooth matte finishes that made them look almost childish in their innocence, while others were transparent with bubbles and interesting finishing touches on the insides. Rubber, glass, silicon… Some with jewel encrusted ends, other with tails and handles. Even a few that appeared to be battery operated.
"Wow." Sanji managed out thickly, sliding the drawer closed a little harshly, "You have ah... quite the collection."
"Everyone has a hobby." Zoro supplied simply, before taking another swig.
Sanji turned slowly to face the Dom, leaving the drawers as he took a step forward, "And you – you've used all this?"
"A fair bit; yes." Zoro nodded, "A lot have been gifts, and personal interest."
Something jealous and heated desperately wanted to know about the donors of these most generous gifts and what role they had to play in Zoro's life and the use of aforementioned objects. Though the spark of envy was insignificant in his desire to know what the man had reserved for his personal usage. The thought of Zoro alone, pleasuring himself with his own toys was an image he wasn't soon going to forget.
Coughing lightly to try and cover his sudden flushed interest he pressed, "So, what is what?"
Zoro arched a brow silently, and Sanji gestured wildly towards the large storage unit to convey what he was talking about. Though he was more than willing to explore through each of the drawers on his own, he wasn't sure Zoro had the patience – nor he the reserved disposition – to make it through before wanting to test some of the things out.
Pointing lazily to the top left corner and swiping across Zoro easily listed off what was in each, "Top row is bondage; silks, leathers, ropes, rubber, spandex. Second row is insertion toys; oral, anal, vaginal. Third is restraints; clamps, rings, bars, gloves. And fourth is all miscellaneous; electrical, wax, knives, et cetera."
Tongue flicking out to wet parched lips Sanji murmured, "Quite organized."
"I like being able to find everything on short notice." Zoro gave Sanji a playful wink, and Sanji was drawn back to their first conversation when the man had claimed to having no qualms about showing up at his places with some rope. It seemed that the man really had not been joking.
Sanji refrained from grinning, and nodded minutely as he agreed, "Probably wise."
That gained a small chuckle from the man as Sanji's attention was now focused on the next surreptitious thing in the room.
"What's in there?" Sanji jerked his head towards the large case and Zoro grinned cheekily, making his way over with Sanji numbly following behind.
"I think you'll like it." Zoro muttered mysteriously, though the childish look of glee gave the man away entirely as he unhooked the latch and opened the large double doors for Sanji to get a good look at the contents.
"Holy shit." Sanji breathed out reverently, unable to tear his eyes away from the wall of veritable play things that was presented before him and the variety that assaulted him. In utter awe he tried to take in everything he was seeing as rows upon rows of varying flogs hung neatly from their hooks, and underneath crops in varying shapes, sizes and materials were presented. There were paddles of assorted sizes and colors, some decorated with studs or print meant to mark the skin, and near the bottom were a few single strand whips in all their pure black leather glory, shining in the faint light of the room tantalizingly.
"I had a feeling you'd appreciate it." Zoro grinned, letting Sanji take it all in as the blond slowly began to recover from his shock and walk forward to assess all the items.
Not sure if he was allowed to touch Sanji kept his hands to himself as he gazed at all the forms of flogs and whips that were presented. He was particularly captivated by a row of flogs, each with a different colored band around the handle and the strips of leather looking varying shades of brown. Most of them looked identical with long thick strips of leather, but near the end there were a few with braided or knotted strands, metal chain links and even a few that looked like strands of silk.
Turning to Zoro in a mildly affronted tone Sanji accused, "You've had all this the entire time and you've only ever brought over those measly toys?"
"Those measly toys were to let me get a gauge of your abilities and how comfortable you are, before I start testing and stretching your limits." Zoro scoffed through a chuckle as he made his way to the side of the display case, eyeing up his collection minutely before glancing back at Sanji, "I said I was going to start slow."
"Fair." Sanji pouted lightly, feeling slightly put out for being berated over his excitement, "It's just these are amazing..."
"We'll get to those in due time." Zoro promised through a smile, "It's not like we have a deadline to reach."
"What exactly make these so different?" Sanji asked curiously, turning back to the wall of flogs, still sorely tempted to touch them, but he still wasn't sure if he was allowed to. There was an enticing blue one with melt beads intermittently strung along the strips of leather that he was itching to feel under his palm.
A smirk played at the corner of Zoro's lips as he muttered, "The fact that you don't know is why it's best we work our way up to them."
"Alright, Flogs 101, let's do this." Sanji urged with a cheeky wiggle and bounce in his step, "Unless you had something else planned after dinner?"
"Well..." Zoro seemed to be actually debating it before giving in and dropping his head to shake it lightly, "No, not really."
"Perfect." Sanji bit out through a grin, "Then hop to it. Give it to me."
Zoro bit back a smile as he eyed the case before finally adopting a more serious, and professional tone, setting his beer aside on the dresser full of toys.
"Flogs, and whips and paddles for that matter, have either a thud or a sting affect to them." Zoro explained as he snatched a flog from the wall, hand holding the handle expertly as he trailed the strands across his empty palm tantalizingly, "The different the leather and the thickness of the strands, the different effect the blow will have. This one here is a basic suede with thick strands, it would provide more of a thud sensation."
Sanji eyed the item heatedly, already imagining what it might feel like if Zoro chose to use it on him tonight. Swallowing thickly he asked, "What one did you use on me?"
Placing the flog back on the rack with care Zoro mused, "Simple leather. A mixture of sting and thud. I wanted to see what exactly you responded to; you're definitely more reactive to sting."
"And the leathers make a difference?"
"Yes, deerskin and suede are more soft and better for impact, though they can still provide a lot of sting if thin enough." Zoro shrugged, "It's a lot to do with personal choice too."
Sanji swallowed thickly, noting how much his body was already thrumming at the thought of testing out and using these different flogs. The pain he had gotten from being whipped by Sadi had been amazing but he had never known that there was so much more that could be done. All of these sudden, new options were causing his mouth to water, "Can we try some of them tonight?"
"Some. Sure." Zoro conceded, as he gestured absently toward the flog Sanji had noticed earlier with its silken strands, "Eventually we'll work down the line, maybe even get to the horse hair flog. That's advanced though."
Zoro began closing the case as Sanji asked hurriedly, "What about the whips? That was always Sadi's weapon of choice."
"Single tailed whips are on the extreme end of the sting scale." Zoro nodded sagely, "It's why I had a hunch you'd enjoy the leather flog."
"Can we try a whip tonight?"
Hands freezing on the latch to the cabinet doors, Zoro looked up at Sanji slightly surprised, "You want to try that already?"
"I've already done it." Sanji offered with an innocent shrug, hoping that his experience in this area might cause for Zoro to cave. Honestly, he knew in the end it was Zoro's decision, but sure enough goading might sway the man's choices.
"Probably not enough for what I want to do to you." The Dom murmured softly, though more to himself than anything else.
The heated words had Sanji's reply dying in his throat as an excited, yet intimidated shiver crawled across Sanji's skin. It was almost terrifying how much Zoro's words could affect him; the imagery alone had warmth pooling in his gut and a pinch of arousal itching beneath the surface of his skin.
"But-" Sanji tried to argue but was abruptly cut off.
"I mean if you want to; of course." Zoro faltered a little bit, rubbing at the back of his neck as he cast an agitated glance to the side, "It's just that I don't agree with your previous Dom's methods."
Sanji's eyes widened slightly, he'd always been so focused on his and Zoro's relationship he hadn't really considered how the man might feel about past history. Sanji was just beginning to understand the pangs of jealously at hearing about Zoro's past subs, he hadn't even began to ponder how his previous Dom's might bother Zoro.
Hoping to diffuse the tension Sanji added, "Look, it's fine. It's not like she didn't ask; I was totally consenting."
"Naw. No, I know." Zoro waved it off with an almost embarrassed shake of his head. His hands sliding into the pockets of his sweats as his frown seemed to be waging war on his face in an attempt to keep his pout at bay. Settling on childishly pursed lips he mumbled, "It's just not how I like doing things."
Sanji couldn't stop debating the vicissitudes of Zoro's behavior and the emotions it elicited inside of him. Part of him was still so touched and grateful for the passionate way Zoro was determined to act towards Sanji and his inexperience. But another part of him – a nervous, yet yearning part of him – just wanted Zoro to give in already and come at Sanji with everything he had.
Damn the consequences.
He wanted to be grasped, and bound, and beaten in ways that he had never felt before, and reach a plateau of pleasure he had never thought possible. He wanted everything and anything Zoro could give him despite how much it might hurt or how wrecked he might be afterwards. He wanted his limits fucking destroyed by this man, and it terrified and excited him all in the same moment.
Though his gratitude for Zoro eventually won out as he asked curiously, "What do you mean?"
"I like getting acquainted with my sub first. Learning their body, figuring out their limits; then working from there." Zoro tugged on his bangs agitated, as he cast Sanji a weary glance, "I don't mind pushing farther if you want me to, but personally I like working my sub up to it."
Sanji sort of understood where Zoro was coming from, he'd known the man long enough he was starting to understand Zoro's methods and kinks. Whereas Sanji accepted his masochism easily, it seemed Zoro's wants weren't as easily construed. Zoro really did seem to get genuine pleasure and satisfaction from teaching Sanji, and working him up.
"Okay." Sanji finally nodded, accepting Zoro's choice silently but pointing out simply, "I'm just saying that we can start from a more intense level if you want to."
"You're my sub now." Zoro stated, softly yet firmly, "I don't care what you've done with anyone else, I won't let it reflect poorly on me and my choices."
"I may be inexperienced, but that doesn't mean I'm delicate." Sanji pointed out, "I'm new but I can handle a hell of a lot more than you're giving me credit for."
"Alright." Zoro finally acceded firmly, a pleased yet determined look on his face, "You want to take more; I'm all for a challenge. Let's test your limits."
Sanji blinked owlishly at the man as he adopted such an agreeable tone, slightly in shock over how easily Zoro had given in. Swallowing stiffly at the dark, excited look Zoro directed his way, roped arms crossed over a broad chest as he smirked at Sanji, and Sanji in turn hardened his gaze, licking his lips intently before grinning, "Bring it on."
Zoro was on him a lot faster than his previously calm outward demeanor would belie, hands sliding into Sanji's hair in possessive, furtive grasps, body pressing up against him in one fluid motion as he dragged Sanji's lips to his. The kiss was immediately savage as the man seemed desperate to make a point, hand tilting Sanji's head to the side to deepen the kiss with tongue and teeth.
Sanji responded instantly, socked feet bumping against Zoro's bare one's as he tried to get closer. Slotting his hips against Zoro's and reveling in the blunt feel of his hipbones grinding against him with each pointed roll of his hips. The kiss became sloppy as Sanji moaned into it, hands rucking up the thread bare tank top to grapple at the tight muscle beneath. Each frantic touch and kneading grasp only served to rectify Sanji's need to get the man unclothed and on top of him.
Hands finally freeing from their abuse on Sanji's hair they lowered to take a bruising, controlled grip on Sanji's hips as he backed him up across the short space of the room. Forcing his knees to buckle slightly when they came in contact with the bed and Zoro's hands started a new path up and under the blond's shirt. Mouth finally releasing Sanji's as his teeth played roughly at the bone of Sanji's jaw.
"I'm going to wreck you." Zoro hissed as his lips slid to Sanji's ear, hands already tugging at Sanji's shirt and working it over the blond's head, "One day, I'm going to punish you for all the attitude you're constantly giving me."
"You love it." Sanji offered between biting kisses, pulling back as his shirt was fully removed and tossed to the side before clinging to the man once more.
"Unfortunately." Zoro grunted while working at the belt of Sanji's jeans with angered jerks, his affectionate tone belying his aggressive movements, "I'm not going to let you do that forever, you know?"
Teeth finding his ear as he bit the lobe harshly, "You could whip me. Teach me a lesson?"
"You'd enjoy it." Zoro chuckled breathlessly as he finally managed to get Sanji's belt off, "How is that a punishment?"
"Point." Sanji conceded, and then conversation was lost as there was more important things to be doing than arguing with the Dom about the semantics of his punishment. Belt discarded on the floor Zoro made quick work of the fly before he was jerking Sanji's jeans down over his defined hips.
Leaving the jeans caught at Sanji's bony knees, Zoro dropped to his and gave a nuzzling kiss to Sanji's hardening erection that was beginning to strain his boxers. Nose pushing against it as he paused to take a deep inhale before turning and taking the side into his mouth. The image of Zoro with his perfect teeth enclosing softly along the length of his clothed dick were going to be burned into his memory forever.
"Hu-oh fuck..." Sanji breathed softly, hand shaking as it hovered over Zoro's head, desperate to tangle his hand in the soft hair but unsure if he was allowed.
Zoro seemed to remember himself upon Sanji's outburst and he retracted his mouth after giving a short, reverent kiss. Pushing himself to his feet he eyed Sanji shortly before pushed the blond back onto the bed with a hand to his chest. Divesting Sanji of the rest of his clothing before standing to take in Sanji's bare and disheveled state with an incredible look of satisfaction.
"Stay!" Zoro ordered harshly as he turned away from the bed, and for a gut wrenching moment Sanji was sure Zoro was going to leave the room and let Sanji sit down here in punishment as he had threatened. His panic was alleviated when Zoro began pulling stuff off of shelves and out of drawers, before returning to the bed and depositing everything at Sanji's feet.
Sanji was a bit overwhelmed by all the objects he was presented with, not entirely sure which were being used where and what even some of the stuff was. Suddenly Sanji was acutely aware of why Zoro wanted to take it slow and make sure Sanji was accustomed to everything, but he bit his tongue, refusing to let the Dom know he was right.
After all this whole process was about Sanji pushing himself and his limits, how was he supposed to grow as a sub if he fled at the slightest bit of uncertainty? Besides, Zoro had never led him astray before, and as intimidating as it might be there was sure to be a worthwhile pay off if he just stuck with it. Plus the look Zoro was giving him at the moment was more than worth it.
"Safeword?" Zoro asked sharply, "In case this gets a bit much?"
"Terminator." Sanji grinned sly, having a bit too much fun coming up with weird words to use and enjoying Zoro's exasperated but affectionate eye roll.
Propping himself up on his elbows he watched as Zoro seemed to contemplate his choices before snatching up a long chrome bar with four leather straps dangling from the ends menacingly. Sanji didn't know what it was, but he had some form of idea of what Zoro was planning to use it for. His hunch was only confirmed when Zoro situated himself between Sanji's legs and began fastening the first strap to his upper thigh.
Sanji shamelessly watched as Zoro strapped the cuffs around his thigh and then calf before linking them together so his knee was permanently bent, before setting to work on the other leg. Gleefully kneeling before Zoro when he was done with the spreader bar and his legs were permanently spread as he was stuck in his submissive position, he watched as Zoro shifted through the items again before pulling up a set of handcuffs.
The cuffs were put on with the same amount of haste and care as the leg straps were, before his hands were jerked down and a clink confirmed the ring of his cuffs was now firmly attached to the bar between his legs. It forced him forward just enough that he was in a perfectly exposed kneeling position, back and ass bared fully.
As Sanji got accustomed to the position, Zoro went over to the case and he watched eagerly as he began selecting and pulling several off the rack. A few simple leather strand flogs, one with thin strands and tiny knots on the tips, one with chains, a bootlace one with pointed metal tips, and a single riding crop. Sanji watched heatedly as his Dom returned to the bed, laying out each of the flogs neatly on the end.
"We're gonna use the stoplight safeword tonight," Zoro explained carefully, selecting a rather normal looking flog with warm brown leather strands, "Green means harder, yellow means gentler, red means stop. Understand?"
"Yes."
"At any time you want to stop the entire scene you use the agreed safeword from earlier. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Ass or back?"
Sanji contemplated it for a long moment, having thoroughly enjoyed the treatment Zoro had given to his back over the course of the past week. But he hadn't yet tried anything to Sanji's ass and he was curious to see how it would differ. Licking his lips excitedly Sanji muttered, "Ass."
"Alright." Zoro grinned, "Let's get you warmed up."
Completely blind to what was going on behind him, Sanji jerked at the first soft touch of the flog being trailed gently across his rear. The strands slipping and falling like rivulets of water as they each marked their own path across his skin. A few more gentle caresses and then the leather retreated only to return in a light, full claiming slap across his glutes. It wasn't meant to hurt or sting, it was just a light thud that warmed the flesh as Sanji closed his eyes to revel in it.
It wasn't long before the strikes picked up in intensity and Zoro adopted a firm criss-cross strike pattern to mark each cheek individually as he worked the leather much harder than he ever had the past week. He seemed intent on making a point, furious by Sanji's defiance, but Sanji only basked in his reward. Lip worried between his teeth as he bit back a moan at the burning sting beginning to riddle his flesh.
Each time he uttered, "Green." He curled a breathy groan around the word and preened at the choked growl of annoyance it gained from his Dom. And it wasn't long before Sanji felt the flog tossed aside as Zoro snatched up a new one.
"This one has knots." Zoro warned thickly, "The sting is going to be drastically worse."
The warning fell on deaf ears as Sanji's cock simply gave an interested twitch from where it hung thick and erect between his legs, already dripping eagerly from the few times that a strand of leather had missed its mark on his rear and had managed to smack his sack instead. It was almost ridiculous how readily his body would respond to a simple strike of pain, but he was hardly complaining as Zoro pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
"Green." Sanji urged Zoro, teeth gritting in excitement over the new flog and what it would feel like.
A moment later Zoro brought the flog down with a wicked crack, the smack echoing throughout the small bedroom and nearly lost under Sanji's forced cry. Breathless and eyes watering Sanji had to take a moment to find himself again as the drastic difference in the flogs had his chest constricting and his cock aching.
The strands were glorious and thin, but those knots on the end were like needles piercing deeper into him than he had thought possible. It was a totally brand new sensation that rocked him to his core; just when he thought the sting couldn't get any better it did. Just when the bite was beginning to dull, Zoro brought it back with glaring clarity.
Sanji realized Zoro hadn't moved to continue and he choked out heavily, "Green." Though the word got caught in his throat and it was clear that he was beginning to lose his control.
A rather proud huff was heard from Zoro before he set to work emblazoning the new flog into Sanji's ass. Each strike was glorious in its accuracy, drawing diagonally across his left cheek in a perfect swipe, before changing and striking the right with an opposite motion. It wasn't long before Sanji found himself riding back into the strikes in a way he hadn't been able to when it was delivered to his back.
When on his shoulders he could rock back into it, brace for it, even arch with it, but on his ass he was able to ride it. Each blow striking hard and deep as he rolled himself back to ride the wave of pain dancing across his flesh. The little knots sending skittering jolts of pain inside of him, into places he didn't think he could feel. It wasn't long before he fell forward, propping himself up on the bed with his forehead as he used the position to better bare himself to the Dom.
Whereas with his shoulders he could feel the force echoing through his lungs, with this he felt it deep in his gut. A sharp tingling that was reminiscent of a harsh, penetrative thrust. The force alone was not unlike being fucked and he found himself ducking his face into the sheets as he let Zoro force himself inside with the flick of his wrist alone.
All too soon it was becoming overwhelming. The sting of the flog reaching far deeper each time, and while his tolerance grew his ability to stave off his need to orgasm was diminishing. It made him feel like his dick was gonna split right open just from the sensation alone, and he couldn't even distinguish whether or not it was because it was good or bad. It just was.
Zoro abruptly stopped and Sanji fought to fight off a desperate whine as the skin on his rear ached with a deep burn and he could feel his hole quivering with the need to just have something in it. Zoro hadn't laid a hand on him and he was already a shivering, longing mess on the verge of cumming. It was getting to the point where Sanji was sure the man could bring him to completion if he just branded his ass enough times.
"G-Green." Sanji panted out heavily, not sure why Zoro was stopping, but knowing that he didn't want him too. It was the equivalent of him stopping or pulling out mid-thrust.
"All in due time." Zoro laughed lightly, dropping the flog to the bed and picking up a new one, the clinking of the chain audible to Sanji's ears.
Sanji braced himself for the hit, but it never came. Instead he found himself jolting in shock as the links of metal were draped gently across his shoulder and dragged down his back in a slow caress. The metal was cold against his skin; the little beads crawled and danced across his red, heated flesh in the most tantalizing way. It had Sanji's skin crawling and body shuddering as he wondered if Zoro was going to use that one next.
"This one is still too advanced for you." Zoro taunted, removing the flog just as Sanji was beginning to revel in the tiny metal links crawling across his back, and tossed it aside on the bed, "I'm trying to make a point with you, not hurt you. Maybe if you're good we'll get to it sometime next week."
"'M so close." Sanji whined into the bedspread desperately. He was sure talking out of turn would get him in trouble but he was past the point of caring.
"Precisely." Zoro crooned, lips coming to worship Sanji's neck in soft, reverent presses. "Why end the fun so soon?"
Zoro's bare hand traced lovingly across the red, aching flesh of Sanji's rear, before delivering a harsh blow that had Sanji sobbing into the spit soaked blanket under him. Teeth gnawing at the fabric as Zoro smoothed over the strike with a gentle caress and soothing hum.
"The better you get at taking them; the more I will reward you." Zoro promised with a chaste kiss pressed to Sanji's temple and then he was pulling away. Hand falling away from his rear to twist him from his knees onto his back, legs still locked in place by the bar. "The longer you can last; the more time I'll take to pleasure you."
On his back, and able to take a moment to breathe, Sanji found himself getting better reigns on his control as he blinked the sweat and tears from his vision to look up at Zoro whom had picked up another toy off of the pile on the bed. The Dom seemed to be waiting for Sanji's gaze before continuing and Sanji was ready to take anything Zoro was willing to give, far too aroused at this point to complain or care about what he was offered.
"Remember this?" Zoro held up the machine teasingly, and Sanji vaguely remembered it from their Skype session when Zoro had been explaining about electrical play. Sanji nodded dumbly as Zoro grinned, "Good."
Zoro supplied no further explanation as he began sticking the sticker like pads to certain points on Sanji. Two placed on his inner thighs, one on the tight swollen mound of his balls, and two more on his lower abdomen bordering his happy trail. He could already tell that they were going to pull at the hairs once they were removed.
Once finished Zoro glanced back up at Sanji, "Ready?"
Sanji suddenly felt panic grip him so solidly he was worried he was going to start hyperventilating. Sure, he had seen enough porn to know what the electromagnetic machine would do, but the videos had always made it look so intense. Was it immediately going to shock him full power? Was he going to start convulsing off the bat? Pain to his back and ass he could take, but to his balls?
He'd never been electrocuted before in his life and suddenly he was all too aware of how scared he was. The urge to call 'Red' strangled in the back of his throat as he gifted Zoro with a panicked look. Zoro paused long enough for Sanji to choke out, "Yellow."
It was almost kind of shocking how swiftly Zoro's demeanor dropped and he was at Sanji's side, strong sure hands cupping his cheeks as gentle lips were pressed to his. It was so out of character that Sanji just lay for a moment in shock as he stared up at the concerned man.
"Are you okay?"
"Ah. Um... yea?" Sanji fumbled, still a little shocked at Zoro's reaction time, staring up at the man as if he were the one that was causing Sanji concern, "I just haven't used one of these before. What's going to happen?"
A relieved look washed across Zoro's face as he picked up the remote once more after giving Sanji a final heated kiss that had Sanji wondering why he had ever questioned in the first place whether or not Zoro knew what he was doing. Zoro still seemed unsure as his hands wandered over Sanji's chest and legs slowly, massaging gently and giving what felt like little apologetic squeezes.
"It'll start out soft, like a tickle." Zoro assured, a free hand coming to slip around Sanji's cock and giving an adoring stroke, "And I'll only increase it once I'm sure you're okay. Do you still want to continue?"
Still entirely too enraptured by the glorious hand giving him relief on his dick, he nodded vigorously before grunting, "Green."
A dull click could be heard as Zoro turned on the first setting and Sanji frowned as nothing at first became apparent, there was a very distant sensation on his skin – like someone was pressing their lips to his inner thigh and humming – but that aside there was nothing.
Tentatively eyeing Zoro he muttered, "Green?"
Another click accompanied by a smirk, and Sanji twitched lightly as he was beginning to understand what Zoro was getting at with the machine. Definitely a little bit stronger than the first setting he could feel the small jolts beginning to worm under his skin and loosen the muscles. Still only a distant sensation on his legs, he could feel the full force of it against his sack. Tingling and vibrating, it was like a mouth had engulfed it and had begun humming pleasantly.
"Green." Sanji urged this time, wanting more than just this teasing thrum.
A sharper click this time and his legs twitched against his will as the little bolts of electricity thrummed through his muscles making his abs melt, balls tighten, and inner thighs twitch. Every fiber in his being wanted to clamp his legs shut against the onslaught of pleasure pulsing through his lower body, but the bar prevented it.
It was drastically stronger than the first two settings and Sanji found himself arching into it as he gasped pitifully around forgotten words. Eventually the near painful need to shut his legs eased and instead he was able to relax minutely and enjoy the tingling spreading through his lower body.
The pulses were now to the point that instead of just drumming across the surface of his skin, he could feel the current reaching down and inside of him. Tugging and pulling on his muscles as it tightened and loosened them at drastic speeds that had his legs feeling cramped and his abdomen twitching under his leaking cock. But the worst by far was the patch on his balls; sending jolt after jolt straight up his cock.
"Oh. Ah – ah. Anh, fuck." Pleasure rocking him from the inside as the tip drooled uselessly on his stomach in a steady stream that seemed almost impossible. Even after all the flogging Sanji hadn't thought it was possible to get any harder without coming, and yet here he was, gasping and arching into these electric waves that had him speechless and near mindless.
It was only after several moments of trying to get some semblance of control over his breathing that he noticed he was utterly alone in the room. Casting a furtive glance about to make absolutely sure Zoro wasn't watching him from a corner or something before flopping back down on the bed with a needy whine.
Fuck, it was beginning to hurt.
For a moment he wondered how much trouble he'd get into for coming when Zoro wasn't here, but then he noted that if he came then Zoro really couldn't blame him since he hadn't been there to stop him. He just had to make sure Zoro didn't catch him in the act of helping himself.
From how his arms were shackled to the bar between his thighs, his dick was already positioned perfect between them, and it only took a bit of shifting to get it trapped between his forearms. Pressing them tightly together he sighed in relief as the pressure was just enough to relieve some of the strain on his cock. Beginning to writhe as much as his bonds would allow, he began thrusting his hips up to slide his slick cock between the vice of his arms.
It lasted all of a minute before the electrical current to his lower body intensified and he jerked back on the bed, losing complete control of his motor functions as his legs twitched and jerked against his bounds uselessly. Gut convulsing in spasms as his swollen dick fell back to rest on his stomach untouched once again.
A soft tutting from the doorway had Sanji freezing before a deep voice crooned, "Naughty."
Sanji tried to stifle a whimper but it escaped anyway in the form of a long whine as Zoro approached the bed slowly, thumb clicking a button to ratchet the machine's setting up another notch. Still dressed in just his sweat pants and wife-beater, dick obviously straining against the silk fabric as he watched Sanji with an appreciative stare.
Dropping the remote on the bed Zoro leaned forward to inspect Sanji more closely, smirking devilishly, "You never cease to amaze me with how audacious you are."
Sanji wasn't sure whether it was a compliment or not, so he opted to not reply at all and instead tried to calm his raging heart beat that had only increased after Zoro had turned the machine up a notch. Everything was numb now but it didn't stop his thighs from twitching and his dick from flopping on his stomach rock solid and needy. The wet, slimy sensation of his forearms touching was a painful remainder to how close he was to coming.
"Mm, you want to come, don't you?" Zoro chuckled, drawing a finger slowly up Sanji's midriff in a teasing line, "I can tell. You're so close you're drooling."
Another whimper. Not even bothering to hold it back anymore as he shamelessly arched into the touch, craving any bit of sensation that might be enough to tip him over the edge. Pain, dignity, and exhaustion be damned; if utterly submitting would get him release then he would do it.
Free hand smearing through the mess on Sanji's belly he crooned, "You don't even know the mess you made for me."
Sanji's eyes were already closed, far too overwhelmed to perform such a menial task as seeing, but Zoro clasped a firm hand over them anyway as Sanji distantly heard the rustling of clothing. Beyond the buzzing of the machine between his thighs and his own gasping breathes, it took a moment to discern what the faint sound was above him.
A slick, slurping sound, mixed with the ever-so-slightly labored breathes of his Dom had Sanji realize with arousing clarity that Zoro was jerking off. Sanji's cum soaking his hand as he brought himself to completion over Sanji's writhing, bound body.
Everything was hazy and thick beyond his need to come and desperation to see Zoro to completion. Imagination working futilely to picture Zoro poised above him, working his thick, long cock with perfect strokes. His own jizz leaking from the tip to pool on Sanji's chest.
Fuck, he wanted Zoro to remove his hand from Sanji's vision more than anything else in the world. The pleading words perched on the tip of his tongue before stalling as something else entirely landed on the exposed muscle. It took several long moments between his disorientated senses, the loud buzzing of the machine, and the wrecked grunted noise above him to realize what the salty sensation on his lips and tongue was.
And then that was it.
For the first time in his life he was coming, completely untouched, as every fiber of his being was poured out of him through his dick. Body shuddering and convulsing painfully, unable to retract exactly how he wanted to with the way his legs and hands were bound; forced to bite the sheets in compensation for the pain of his dick, which he desperately wanted to relieve with the grip of his hand.
Eventually it all ceased, but the black spots behind his eyes didn't go away and as he rolled onto his side limply he couldn't help but stare at the wall distantly while everything was spinning. Vaguely in the distance recesses of his conscious he noted Zoro removing the cuffs and spreader bar and his legs were finally allowed to fall closed. But he couldn't feel a thing beyond the numbness that was accosting his body.
Sanji lay on his side boneless, eyes glazed as he could barely note the throbbing throughout his entire body and the blissfully mindlessness that hung over the room like a fog. Everything was completely surreal as even the comforter underneath him ceased to exist beyond a numb pressure against his flesh. It took several moments to realize the pressure on his head wasn't his hair, and was in fact a hand.
Zoro's hand carding soothingly through the strands as muffled sounds echoed in the distance.
Several more minutes passed, and the hand remained before he finally managed to shift his eyes away from the hypnotizing wall and look at the soft, fuzzy features of his boyfriend. At long last the words were discernible, "Sanji, how are you feeling?"
"Like I'm..." Sanji murmured heavily, words feeling thick and foreign on his tongue, "on a cloud."
"That's good." Zoro crooned gently, hand brushing through Sanji's hair fondly, "You're in subspace. Just relax and enjoy it and I'll draw us a bath, alright?"
"Mm." Sanji hummed absently, not entirely sure he heard half the words but trusting that whatever Zoro was going to do was going to be best for them both. "Kay."
Minutes. Hours. Days could've passed for all Sanji was aware of what was going on around him, as he lay wrapped up in this intensely warm blanket of nirvana. It was like an alcoholic buzz without the nausea. A hit of chronic without the cravings. A tablet of ecstasy without the paranoia. It was simultaneously the best high he had ever had that, but the least real high he had ever had all at once.
Strong arms were suddenly back around Sanji and he was being lifted, or at least that's what it felt like. Things were becoming clearer but Sanji still felt disorientated, and while the floaty sensations were still present it was becoming more and more clear that he was coming back to himself.
A moment later he was being submerged into soothing, hot water that had him moaning appreciatively and effectively began clearing his head. Soon he was fitted up against Zoro's chest in a glorious jet filled tub as large, gentle hands caressed his body reverently under the water.
Soap tickled his chin, low thrumming jets massaged his sore legs, and hot water cleaned him of all the fluids that had accumulated on him in the past hour. Letting his head fall back to rest on Zoro's shoulder he eyed the sharp jawline a bit more clearly than earlier and was pleased to note he was beginning to come back to himself.
"That was insane." Sanji finally managed weakly, "I didn't even – that was... Everything just kind of – I don't know... Melted?"
"It's a physiological reaction." Zoro explained smoothly, hands continuing their work with cleaning and kneading Sanji's legs appropriately, "Your body is undergoing intense pain so it releases large amounts of chemicals to compensate. Once we finish it's essentially like you've been drugged."
"It felt like when I'd been put under morphine for my back injury." Sanji noted sleepily, "Everything just shut down."
"Epinephrine and morphine are very similar." Zoro conceded absently, but Sanji was already disinterested. He was still recovering his ability to talk and was in no way ready for a chemical biology lesson. Letting his eyes drift shut as he was content in the firm, warmth of Zoro's body enveloping him.
TBC...