"Rules are rules," Rude responds firmly in response to how quickly Zoro became argumentative. It reminds him so much of Elena that he almost smiles, but playing the part of the stern dom is also part of the rules.

Of all the punishments he has access to in this room, be chooses the one he would want for himself. Something to make Zoro squirm, but not hurt him, something that he might find himself liking more than anticipated. Rude pulls up another chair, sitting directly in front of him with lube and a stainless-steel sounding rod about the thickness of a Q-tip. He sits so closely that one of his knees touches the chair between Zoro's legs, and he has to make space between his own for the other man's as well.

"I'm not going to stab you, and it's not for acupuncture." He puts lube on his fingers and spreads it over Zoro's length, stroking him a couple times, then uses the leftover to coat the rod. Instead of explaining what he's doing, Rude rubs the blunt tip right along his slit, letting it slide inside without applying much pressure. Even though Zoro is hard, the lube and precum make the slide almost easy. "Don't forget to breathe." Rude strokes him as he pulls the rod back a bit only to slide it in a bit deeper this time, wetting his lips in concentration.