More than a prostitute (Zosan)

Chapter 8

Zoro was following Sanji, walking up the stairs. He couldn't say he knew what would happen. There were so many possibilities. The room was so different from one to another. Sanji could do anything. The few time he went there for only to make his worst nightmares become reality. He tried to erase the memory of that time. It wasn't the time to remember the past. 

He couldn't deny he was worried. Sanji has two personalities, he could be very kind but then the next time he was looking for pain and suffering. And today seems to be one of those painful days.

"You do that for the money. Everything will be alright." Zoro tried to encourage himself.

Sanji knew perfectly the way; he opened one of the BDSM doors. Zoro stood in the middle of the room, not knowing how to be. A king-size bed was in one corner, in another corner chains were hanging down. He stared at Sanji who was looking at all the toys on the tables and hanging on the wall.

"Undress yourself!" Sanji ordered, still looking at the tools. Zoro was still shirtless, only with his pants and boxer on, which disappeared the second after. He shouldn't make the man more angry than what he already was. He was now bare-naked in the room, his gaze on the floor, not wanting any more attention on him. He felt like he'd done something wrong, but he shouldn't, he was just doing his job.

"You never told me about the second floor." Sanji said.

"You never asked!" Zoro replied, returning his gaze to Sanji, who was now very close to him. He felt something cold tap against his buttock, now flushed with pain.

"What the ..." Zoro was going to ask, but was stopped by Sanji's fingers caressing his lips, forcing him to stop talking. Zoro blushed at the touch.

"Don't you know it's not polite to reply to a gentleman? Someone needs to teach you some manners." Sanji continued caressing Zoro's cheek. With his other hand, he put a muzzle in Zoro's mouth, preventing him from talking or making any moans.

Sanji then grabbed his hand. He had never been so gentle with Zoro, and this frightened the latter enormously. He moved him into a corner, where the chains were hanging on the wall. Zoro swallowed hard. As he had suspected, the blond man gave him a mischievous smile, grabbed one of his handles hooked it to a chain at the top, and did the same with the other handle. Zoro was facing the wall, unable to anticipate Sanji's movements.

He felt Sanji's hand going from his handle to his shoulder, caressing his back, then rubbing his ass and finishing with his legs. He couldn't say the touch was unpleasant. On the contrary, his manhood responded.

Sanji pulled Zoro's legs apart and attached a chain to each ankle. Zoro tried in vain to struggle, he couldn't move, and he couldn't scream. It wasn't the first time Zoro was in this room, attached like that.

Sanji approached the green-haired man's ear: "So you were having a lot of pleasure with the other idiot, weren't you?"

Something cold passed over Zoro's buttocks again, caressing them, which made Zoro curl.

Finally, Sanji grabbed Zoro's dick in his hand. Zoro tensed up immediately, liking the feeling of being taken by the big hand with long fingers of the blond. Sanji made some back and forth making his movement speed and then stopped. Even with the muzzle, Sanji could hear Zoro moan.

He smiled, happy at the little revenge he was taking from the green hair man. He took the last toy out of his pocket: a cock ring. Zoro looked down to see Sanji's hand put the ring on his dick, preventing him from cumming when he wants. He could feel his body, especially his lower part, tense.

It was the first time, since he first met Sanji, that he felt excited like that. Was it because he was already horny when the blond came? No, because he liked everything the blond was doing. Sanji wasn't going to hurt him; he was only playing with him. And for the first time, in a long time, Zoro wanted to be played with. He wanted Sanji to take his time. Fear had given way to excitement.

He didn't know why, but something was different. Maybe because he knew he was now exclusive to Sanji? Maybe because the blond even with his anger touch him nicely. He didn't know, but he was waiting for the next move with anticipation.

Zoro didn't have to wait for long, some minutes after, he could feel, Sanji snapping his ass with the cold object. The object then went up his spine, to come back down and struck his ass. Zoro didn't mind a little pain, and that's why he was so popular among the customers. He always thought he deserved the pain people gave him.

Sanji continued playing with him for some long minutes after whispering in Zoro's ear:

"You like this, every slap on your big ass. You loved that. But do you know what you will like even more?" And without any warnings, Sanji inserted his manhood in Zoro's ass.

Zoro behind the muzzle, screamed for pain and pleasure at the same time. He didn't know which emotion to feel. He didn't have sex from the day and wasn't prepare at all. Sanji could also feel how tight the man was, and he was quick to point it out:

"Man, you're so tight. You were waiting for me, you are a good boy."

He slowly started to make back and forth, grabbing hold of Zoro's back, who was facing him. Sanji groaned for pleasure. It was so good. Zoro could feel every punch touching his prostate, he wanted to cum but couldn't. He pulled on the chains but it made no difference, he was still under Sanji's control.

After a few more minutes, Sanji cummed with a big scream of pleasure. Zoro could feel his body vibrating with anticipation. Sanji, still in the green hair ass, didn't wait long before relieving Zoro from the pain, by taking away the dick ring. Zoro could finally cum too.

Sanji withdrew with a few grunts, then freed Zoro's feet, hands, and mouth as he tried to catch his breath.

"Now I hope it's clear. You are mine and only mine. No one can touch you apart from me. I will call you to tell you when you need to meet me. See you next time." Sanji finished, leaving the room, and a green-haired man sat on the floor, trying to regain his composure.

What the hell was that?