𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 🦚 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔

[romancedawn]

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⚠️ cw: blanket nsfw warning 🔞; anything on the kink list may make an appearance.

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i'm mad that dw ate my post days ago and i'm finally accepting having to start over

[goons]

"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.

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[romancedawn]

Rules are rules is such a bullshit concept that Zoro doesn't even respond verbally, instead simply fixing Rude with an incredulous look. Who is this guy? Some kind of law enforcement back wherever he's from?

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.

[goons]

The moments while Zoro puts together everything that's happening are the sweetest. Something about the way he tenses up and then slowly starts to accept it is pleasing to see. Rude has seen videos where people work up to thicker and thicker rods, but size isn't so important for what he's going for.

"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.

[romancedawn]

What the fuck is going on?

The rod introduces him to a strange, intense pressure—a 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 pain—it 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.