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romancedawn) wrote2025-02-02 03:48 pm
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With permission, he rests his hands on Rude's broad shoulders, happy to find them sturdy and reliable, and perhaps enjoying the excuse to feel him up, just a little.
His eyes sharpen when Rude shoots him that apologetic look, but he barely has time to process what it means before the massager is on him. It causes the biggest reaction so far. The vibration delivers a pleasure so sharp that it draws a low, lingering moan from him, hips bucking for a moment before pulling back like he means to get away. "Fuck," he exclaims, gaze accusatory and maybe a twinge embarrassed. He's never felt anything like it before. Suddenly he understands why one of Rude's rules is You're not allowed to cum until I say you can.
"That's too much," he says, licking his lips as he watches the older man's face. "I can'tβ" Last long like this, but it's not something he can admit so easily to a stranger, especially one that looks as strong and formidable as Rude. He clears his throat, shaking his head as he tries to sit up straighter, tanned cheeks flushed with warmth now. In fact, he's hot all over, and suddenly even the robe he's wearing is sticking annoyingly to his skin.
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He finds himself smiling, not quite laughing, because from the looks of things the sensation is entirely new for him. It would be for Rude too, but he doesn't think that these sorts of devices exist yet in wherever the man is from. It wouldn't be the first time he met someone like that. Rude pulls the massager away when Zoro warns him, but doesn't turn it off.
Instead he drags the oscillating head along the inside of his thigh, then up his stomach to his chest. Eventually he turns it off and uses his free hand to tap a couple fingers against the leaking tip of Zoro's cock like an inspector sampling water purity, then tastes his precum curiously. "Have you used any toys like this before?" Rude holds up the massager, then gets up to look at the other options, holding a hand up for Zoro to stay seated.
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He isn't sure if it's better or worse when the massager moves away from his cock. The sensation feels less sharp on his thigh and stomachβmore of a pleasant buzz than anything elseβbut somehow he doesn't expect Rude to bring the device to his chest. It pulls another surprised moan out of him, nipples hardening into tight peaks, the arousal shooting straight down between his legs.
"No, sir." Zoro shakes his head, relieved when Rude gives him a break. He'd thought for a moment that the older man might try to overwhelm him. He watches, almost transfixed, when Rude tastes him off his fingers. He's done the same before, with the sweetness he's cultivated between a woman's thighs. He can't imagine that he tastes nearly as good.
His hands drop from Rude's shoulders as he goes to inspect the other options. Zoro takes the opportunity to pull off his robe, grunting quietly in annoyance when he realizes he can't get it out from under him without moving off the chair. He does it discreetly, core and thighs engaging to support himself as he lifts off the chair just enough to tug the robe to the ground.
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"Did I say you could get up?" He asks as if he expects a response when they both know the answer. Maybe part of this entire experience would be enhanced by a little bit of punishment. After all, what would be the fun in it if he just let this slide?
"Something tells me that a spanking won't be enough for this." Rude comments to himself alone, looking at all the sex toys. Some look like torture devices after a while. He picks up a long thin steel sounding rod, hiding any confusion in his eyes as he displays it to Zoro. "Do you know what these are for?" He steps slowly, placing the thing into his breast pocket while he approaches Zoro with wrist restraints. They're leather and padded and sturdier looking than handcuffs, and he secures Zoro's hand behind his back without a word.
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He certainly can't pull that off at the next thing Rude says. "Spanking?" He starts to protest, then stops when he realizes the older man said it won't be enough, which tells him that's not what Rude is planning to do. Thankfully.
"No idea, sir." A single shake of his head, then he's watching carefully as Rude approaches him again. "Looks too blunt to stab someone with, sir." A little grin is back on his face, because regardless of the power dynamic, he's not really worried about Rude's intentions becoming more dastardly.
He's quiet as the Turk restrains him, and afterwards he briefly tests how secure they are. It tells him a lot about this stranger. He doesn't say anything else, merely waiting for Rude to figure out what he wants to do with him next.
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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.
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If Zoro were better at social interactions, he would ask. Get to know the guy who's just restrained him on this chair a little better.
As it is, he's distracted by the scraping of Rude's chair on the ground, and he just watches as the older man takes a seat in front of him. His legs part when Rude's knee demands space between them, and he straightens up to observe closely because Rude is clearly planning something with that steel rod.
He can't imagine what. Even as it's happening, he can hardly believe it, and Zoro freezes, his entire body tense at the unexpected invasion. "What the fuck," he murmurs under his breath, eyes fluttering shut while his mouth falls open.
He expects it to hurt, and he's surprised to find the cool steel, while definitely strange, brings forth more pleasure than pain. That he doesn't immediately hate it is in itself an uncomfortable idea, because he never imagines anything going inside his body when he thinks of sex.
The reminder to breathe is necessary, and Zoro summons all his self-control and discipline to force himself to relax, swallowing as his eyes open just enough to look at Rude, then look down between them to see what he's doing.
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"Relax."
He's careful with Zoro's cock, holding it a certain way so the angle doesn't get uncomfortable as he works it in, leaving it in place for the fun part. Rude strokes the other man slowly with it still inside, the added presence of the metal stopping his precum from leaking out but if Zoro cum, the pressure of that would likely push the sounding rod out.
So Rude strokes him with one hand, occasionally squeezing his cock between strokes, watching Zoro's face the whole time. He eventually has to pause and bring Zoro's legs up off of his chair to drape over Rude's own thighs so his other hand can fondle his balls and his fingers can tease his hole as he jerks him off.
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The rod introduces him to a strange, intense pressureβa fullness that sends a jolt of something hot and exciting straight through him. He's still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that it actually feels so good; this brand of pleasure is undeniable and overwhelming, mixed with just enough discomfort to keep him on edge, his body humming with a tension that's both agonizing and exhilarating. He can only stare, mouth slightly agape, trying to reconcile the unfamiliar sensation with the man kneeling before him.
Then Rude starts to stroke him, the rod still inside, and the feeling intensifies tenfold. Each slow push and pull of the steel against his insides is a shockwave of sensation, amplified by the pressure of the rod blocking any escape. When Rude squeezes his cock around the rod, it's almost too much, a sharp, exquisite ache that makes his vision swim for a second. He grips the arms of the chair, knuckles white, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
This is insane, he thinks, but the thought is interrupted when his legs are lifted, draped over Rude's thighs. His hands are still bound behind him, leaving him completely exposed, completely at this stranger's mercy. He watches, eyes wide, as Rude's other hand moves lower; he can't see the rest, but he certainly feels it, fingers brushing against his balls, teasing the sensitive skin around his hole. A quiet, sharp gasp escapes his lips, the unexpected touch there sending a fresh wave of heat through him. It's the last straw for his already strained control. The pleasure, the confusion, the slight edge of painβit all converges in a sudden, explosive rush.
A loud moan tears from his throat as his body arches, straining against the restraints, and he comes hard and fast, the climax shaking him to his core. He pants afterwards, chest heaving, his entire body flushed from head to toe. He feels raw, exposed, and undeniably satisfied. And maybe, just maybe, a little bit embarrassed by how quickly and loudly he reacted to this strange, confusing, incredibly pleasurable game.