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When someone asks Zoro what he does for a living, he always answers with a fitness trainer. Which is true—or at least, partially true.
He’s indeed a fitness trainer, helps out people who just started putting on some weight and muscle at some worn-down gym in the neighborhood. There’s not much equipment in there aside from a few weights and an old boxing ring, but Zoro’s crafty with his skills and knowledge.
It’s an okay job as far as it goes, but ever since prices and rent skyrocketed, it’s not enough to make a decent living.
So yeah, Zoro is a fitness trainer, but of course, it’s not the only job that gets him by.
Coming out of the shower, Zoro dries himself up and puts on some pants and the least wrinkled button-down he can find. He goes to the far side of his room where his “workplace” is—just a cushioned wooden chair backed against the part of the wall that isn’t peeling or cracked. There’s a small table on the side where his laptop sits and he boots it up.
While waiting for his laptop, Zoro grabs the cushion and dusts it off. He sets up his camera on the tripod, connects it to his computer, and angles it right, going back and forth to make some more adjustments. The spot needs more lights, but Zoro would like to excuse the dimness as part of the vibe.
Truthfully, he’s not the type to fuss about things like these, he likes to keep it simple. But this is work, and he likes to put a little more effort into the thing that keeps a roof over his head and brings food to his table.
He takes a seat on the chair, a little bit slacked. Checking his laptop, the screen only shows up to his neck. He isn't quite comfortable showing his face, and he doesn't think he’ll ever do it—hates the idea of people also looking at his face when they’re already staring at his dick. He adjusts his shirt and opens it a little bit more, going for an effortlessly cool kind of vibe; from this distance, all the wrinkles aren’t obvious anymore. Then he opens his legs wider, giving more focus to his crotch.
Once he’s satisfied with the shot and commits it to memory, Zoro turns to his laptop and logs in to the familiar website. Its color scheme is gaudy—yellow, black, and red that can be mistaken for fast food chains instead of this kind of content—but it’s easy to navigate so Zoro gives it some points for that.
He sends a post to his followers that he’ll be going live in a few minutes. In the meantime, he grabs his bottle of lube and sets it down next to his laptop.
Going back to his practiced pose, Zoro finally hits the live button.
It takes a few minutes before people start coming in, some of them sending messages on the chat that Zoro doesn’t bother to read aloud. He prefers not to speak when he’s doing this, his grunts and breathing only the sound he’s letting people hear.
When there’s a significant amount of people tuning in, Zoro starts the show. He doesn’t like to complicate things and just does his own thing, running his hand up his thigh, fingers playing along the waistband of his pants. He takes it slower than he usually would if there’s no camera, letting people enjoy and get into it.
He unbuttons his pants, shimmies them down a little so he can touch himself better. He palms his length over his boxer briefs, still soft but he’s getting there. Luckily, working out before doing this always leaves him hot, and it doesn’t take long before his dick fills out and stretches the fabric of his underwear.
Messages in the chat keep coming in, Zoro takes a quick glance just to see if most are enjoying it so far, and they are. So Zoro keeps the pace, letting his head fall back as he continues to palm himself.
Then when his dick is hard and the restraint of his underwear is almost painful, Zoro pulls the waistband down, letting his cock spring out against his abdomen. He takes the lube from the table, sees that the chats are becoming more eager and enthusiastic, donations already pouring one after another. He pours the lube into his palm, ditching the bottle back on the table before slowly slathering it along his shaft.
He should’ve warmed the lube up a little in his palm because the cold liquid surprised him, making him hiss. But then he remembers that most of the viewers like hearing all kinds of sounds from him so he doesn’t hold back. He sighs as he starts to stroke himself, grunts when he squeezes his fist a little.
Keeping his rhythm, Zoro uses his free hand to open his shirt a little more, exposing more of his torso. He flexes, making his abs more prominent, the muscles on his chest bulging out as he continues to work on his dick. He knows people go crazy for this, and the comments and donations doubling only prove that.
Just to check if people are enjoying the pace, Zoro looks back at his laptop again, slows down when he spots a familiar username; falters when he sees the verified mark beside it; ultimately halts when he reads the fucking comment.
_JoyBoy_ (✓): u have a scar on ur chest! is that real???? thats so cool!!!
Is this for fucking real? Of course, that username is familiar to Zoro because that’s only the most followed account in this platform. What the fuck. And somehow, Joy Boy is here, with a verified checkmark and not some bot, watching Zoro do the probably most mundane live ever. Zoro is a simple guy, but even he can’t help but feel a little conscious when there’s a professional in his audience.
Not to mention, Joy Boy isn’t even commenting about his dick or his muscles like the others. Instead, he’s fucking more interested in the scar that Zoro got in a fight when he was a teen.
The other people watching seem to realize that there’s a celebrity in their midst as more chats pour in, burying Joy Boy’s comment. Zoro blinks, his hand still around his dick, unmoving as he tries to think whether this is really happening.
What is he even doing here? Zoro may be relatively new to all this but he knows Joy Boy—or any other content creators, for that matter—don’t casually join someone else’s stream. Especially if that someone only has a few thousand followers compared to their millions.
Another chat comes from Joy Boy, cutting him from his thoughts.
_JoyBoy_ (✓): pls dont stop!! i wanna watch u more T__T
Fuck. Zoro watches as the chat goes crazy again, pushing Joy Boy’s comment off the screen in a matter of a second. Maybe this isn’t real. Maybe it’s just a fragment of his imagination due to fatigue. There’s no way Joy Boy is actually watching him, asking him not to stop.
It seems like Zoro remains frozen for too long because suddenly, there’s a small window popping up on the screen, notifying him that Joy Boy has made a donation. A huge one at that, the biggest that Zoro has ever received, which automatically gains Joy Boy access to a private message channel with him, the window opening up next to the general chat.
Now that there’s no hindrance from other chats, Zoro sees Joy Boy’s messages better—and fuck, yeah, this is real.
_ JoyBoy_ (✓): my chats keep getting buried there so i thought you wont be able to see them
_JoyBoy_ (✓): i dont see the option here on ur page but i want to have a private session with you!!
_JoyBoy_ (✓): now
_JoyBoy_ (✓): if youre ok with leaving ur audience
Zoro’s breath hitches. Some people have requested private sessions with him, and the few times he’s tried it has left him quite uncomfortable, not really liking the intense focus from a single person on him, who most likely would have their camera on too, which doesn’t really help. Having many people watch him all at the same time makes it easier to pretend they’re all just robots so he opted to not put the option of private sessions.
Though now, not only did Joy Boy join his live, sent a chat, and donated a huge fucking sum, he’s also asking for a private session. Zoro’s not going to lie, he’s real tempted and intrigued, and it’s not even because of the money.
He mulls it over, ignoring all the frustrated people spamming in the general chat. Then Joy Boy sends another message.
_JoyBoy_ (✓): private session please
_JoyBoy_ (✓): please
_JoyBoy_ (✓): please
_JoyBoy_ (✓): please
_JoyBoy_ (✓): please
_JoyBoy_ (✓): pleaseeeeee
Holy shit. This guy’s really persistent, isn’t he?
Clicking his tongue, Zoro finally lets go of his dick to set up a private room with Joy Boy. He sends a message in the chat, informing everyone that the live today will be cut short, not bothering to read the angry comments that stream in after. Once the private room is ready, he hits the button which closes the main room while a new one pops up.
There are now two screens. One is Zoro’s, which still shows the shot from his camera, his dick out in the open, no longer as hard as it was, but nonetheless still erect. The other only shows Joy Boy’s profile photo, which is a straw hat for some reason.
A hat doesn’t seem to scream anything sexy or seductive, but Zoro shouldn’t probably judge either when he has his collection of three swords as his display picture.
He waits for Joy Boy to turn on his camera but he doesn’t. Instead, static and crackling noises come from his mic as he sets up. Then he speaks, asking if he can be heard, his tone high and bright, very enthusiastic even if he’s only asking a question. Zoro finally puts a voice to all those please’s earlier, and fuck, he wouldn’t be irritated at all if that’s the voice begging him to have a private session.
“Hi!” says Joy Boy. “My camera isn’t working right now so it’s just going to be my voice.”
Zoro hasn’t spoken for a while so he has to clear his throat. “It’s fine,” he says. He likes it better when he can’t see his client anyway, though he isn’t going to lie, he’s intrigued to see Joy Boy. While the guy is popular, Zoro has never watched any of his content—isn’t really in the mood to watch anything since he started all this.
“Oh. Wow,” Joy Boy says breathily before giggling. “Your voice is nice. You know, people would even pay more if they hear you talk.”
“Talking ain’t my thing,” Zoro replies, ignoring the way the compliment makes his ears heat up.
Joy Boy laughs. “Yeah! I get you! I like talking though. People often say I’m too loud.”
Yeah. No surprise about that. Zoro’s audio volume isn’t even on max, but it feels like Joy Boy is screaming right next to his ears. The loudness is something he’s not used to—most clients are nervous to speak up from his short experience—but then again, this is Joy Boy. There’ll be no such thing as being shy when he has millions of people watching him every time he goes on live.
And Zoro’s not going to lie. He likes hearing Joy Boy’s voice. It’s not sultry or alluring, at least, not right now, but there’s something about it that piques Zoro’s interest. Add to the fact that he can keep hearing that voice say please like he did earlier in the chat in the back of his head.
“So, uh…” Zoro shifts in his seat. His dick has gotten softer now, and it’s probably not the sexiest thing to see which is not what he’s going for. Joy Boy has paid a lot for this, and even though Zoro may not be into these private sessions, he intends to give his client what he’s paid for. “Is there anything you would like me to do?”
“Do you always ask your clients?” Joy Boy asks.
Zoro blinks, a bit surprised by the question. “I don’t really do this often so…”
“Oh, I see!” Joy Boy says, and Zoro can imagine a faceless man perking up with that tone. “Just continue what you were doing earlier then.”
Hesitating for a bit, Zoro does go back to what he was doing. The lube in his hand has dried up a little so he pours some more before starting to stroke himself back to full hardness. He keeps a languid pace, still quite unsure about all of this until Joy Boy hums in appreciation.
“You really make jerking off look good. And your dick is so huge and pretty too!”
That makes Zoro almost choke on his own spit. He knows he has a dick of more than an average size, it’s one of the things that people like to comment on a lot. But never has someone called his dick pretty. It’s sexy, huge, hot, whatever, but pretty? That’s definitely a first.
Zoro takes a small pause to say thank you, but it comes out more like a question.
Joy Boy giggles. “Go on, continue, Mr. Swordsman.”
The name catches Zoro off guard, but then he realizes what his username is and chuckles. Going back to stroking his length, he swallows, unable to help himself so he asks, “So, do you do this a lot? Join the stream of some nobody and ask them for a private session?”
“Nope!” Joy Boy answers, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis. Zoro almost falters again, but he reminds himself that he’s still working. “And you’re not nobody. A lot of people recommended you.”
“Recommended me?”
“Uh-huh. I’m going to make a special video because I’m about to hit twenty million subscribers soon,” Joy Boy says casually.
Twenty fucking million, Zoro can’t even imagine himself hitting a hundred thousand and this guy has almost twenty million and he’s fucking here for who knows what.
Zoro’s still fisting his dick, but his mind is already far from it. “Special video?”
“Yeah! A special video for hitting milestones and stuff. Don’t you do that?” Zoro doesn’t even get to answer because Joy Boy has already moved on. “Anyway, I asked my followers what kind of content they wanna see and most of them answered that they wanna see me blindfolded and tied up, and I can’t really do that thing on my own, y’know?”
Zoro stops again because he’s not dumb. He can put two and two together. “Are you asking me for a collab?”
“Yes! You get it!” Joy Boy exclaims, and somehow, Zoro can see him nodding enthusiastically. “I asked them who I should do a collab with, and there’s this person who recommended you—said something about how we would look great together especially because you had an effortlessly domino effect—wait, no, that’s not the word…What was it? Oh! He said you have an effortlessly dominant aura! And yeah, a lot of people checked your account out and agreed.”
Well, that explains the reason why Zoro gained a lot of followers last week.
“And that’s it? That’s how you chose your collab partner?” Zoro asks.
“Duh!” Joy Boy says, laughing. “Besides, your username is so cool! Not gonna lie, I thought threeswords meant you had three dicks but then I saw your profile picture which was three actual swords, and that’s way even cooler than having three dicks! By the way, do you actually own three swords?”
A minute. Zoro needs a fucking minute to process all of this. Joy Boy doesn’t seem to mind his short silence, only humming as if Zoro isn’t still holding on to his dick. He takes a deep breath and remembers Joy Boy’s question.
“Yeah, I do have three swords. Wado Ichimonji, Sandai Kitetsu, and Enma,” Zoro answers.
“They have names too. So cool!” Joy Boy sounds so in awe that Zoro can’t help but feel a little proud of himself. Of course, his swords are fucking cool. They’re his only prized possessions, and he will never sell them even if he finds himself living in the streets. “You know, people would love swordplay. Like knife play but way cooler and sexier.”
“I won’t disgrace my swords like that,” Zoro says, huffing.
Joy Boy laughs. “You really love your swords, don’t you?”
Zoro only grunts.
“So, what do you say then? Join me for a collab,” Joy Boy says, his tone telling Zoro that he will pester him like he did earlier if Zoro says no.
The thing is, Zoro isn’t even thinking about declining. Joy Boy isn’t the first person to ask him for a collaboration—some small accounts have already tried convincing him, but Zoro always says no. He likes to do his own thing, getting involved with another person seems too much of a hassle.
But now, a no is not even the books. Zoro’s way too fucking intrigued to pass this up. Besides, this is not just some random person asking him—it’s the most popular account on this fucking site. Only an idiot would reject such an opportunity.
He’s about to say his answer but it seems like Joy Boy has finally grown impatient because he suddenly says, whines, really, “Please. Mr. Swordsman, do a collab with me. Please. Please.”
And fucking shit, if Zoro wasn’t already decided then this would definitely convince him to agree. He loves someone begging him as much as the next guy, but this is different. It actually stirs something in his brain, his softening dick twitching in interest. Why does this guy sound so fucking pretty pleading like that?
He inhales through his teeth, licks his lips, nods even though Joy Boy doesn’t see his face. “Yeah, sure. I’m in.”
Joy Boy whoops, laughing in delight. Zoro finds himself chuckling too despite the tension in his shoulders, his cock still half-hard against his palm.
“That’s the spirit, Mr. Swordsman!” Joy Boy says. “I already have everything planned out—the blindfold and the ropes and even the bedsheets. We can’t start yet though, because my camera is still broken from my last stream so I’ll just message you once it’s okay.”
Zoro likes that Joy Boy is easy to talk to. Everything else seems to be taken care of, but still, he wants to ask some questions to be sure. “So, we’re doing this at your place, yeah? Is there anything you want me to specifically do? So I can prepare myself and keep them in mind. Or anything you just want to inform me.”
“Yeah, we’re doing it at my place. Just makes me comfortable,” Joy Boy says. Then he hums as if thinking. “And oh, I don’t have a dick. But I’m a dude. So if that makes you uncomfortable, I’ll have to find someone else.”
Truthfully, it’s been so long since Zoro has been with someone with a pussy, but he’s not a total stranger to it. He shrugs and says, “No, it’s fine.”
“Cool! That settles it then. Just send me a message if you have more questions, okay?” Joy Boy says, a smile obvious in his voice. “I have to go now! Can’t wait to see you, Mr. Swordsman!”
Before Zoro can even bid him goodbye properly, Joy Boy drops from the channel and there’s only Zoro’s screen left, continuously streaming his unfinished business to no one. He looks at his deflated dick, his hands feeling disgustingly sticky from all the dried-up lube. He sighs and wipes it on his pants, and ultimately decides to call it a night.
+ + +
Finding it still difficult to believe while very much intrigued after that conversation, Zoro finds himself scrolling through Joy Boy’s page in the late hours of the night. With a burner account and a subscription that he hopes the notification of would get buried among thousands of people.
To say that Joy Boy is a freak is an understatement, and it’s not something negative at all. In fact, Zoro can’t help but feel astonished by everything. Joy Boy just seems to dabble in every kind of kink there is, with most of the extremes hiding behind another paywall, and what’s even more amazing is the fact that he’s definitely into it. Always brimming with enthusiasm and passion, and it’s so fucking sexy that Zoro doesn’t even realize his dick grows hard in his sweatpants.
Food kink seems to be the most popular on the list. Joy Boy likes to slather himself with some kind of syrup or cream before spooning it with his fingers and licking it away. There are also some videos where he’s just eating, dressed up in provocative clothes, chewing and moaning excessively, which has to be fake, but Joy Boy looks like he’s genuinely enjoying it so Zoro isn’t really sure.
It’s a kink that Zoro hasn’t truly ever considered before, always finding it weird to have something sticky on his skin. But Joy Boy’s videos seem to rewire something in his brain, rearrange every single thought, because why the hell is he imagining himself covered in chocolate or whatever fucking syrup so Joy Boy can lick it all up?
Another thing that Zoro discovers is how flexible Joy Boy is. He can put both his ankles behind his head, tucked in the crook of his nape, which effectively shows off his pussy to the world—his hole so pink and pretty, fat lips glistening around his engorged clit, just a small patch of curly hair above it.
Honestly, Zoro is more of an ass kind of guy, but everything about Joy Boy seems to have some kind of different effect on him. And he finds himself watching that one video of Joy Boy playing with his pussy, slow and relaxed as if he’s about to fall asleep any time until his entire body convulses with orgasm, his moans high and strangled, his hole clenching around nothing, and—fuck. Zoro just watches it over and over again that it’s almost concerning.
Not only is he flexible, he’s also stretchable. Which is fucking insane. Zoro’s way bigger than an average dick, he knows that, but the things Joy Boy has been fucking himself with are downright monstrous. Some are even as big as Zoro’s arm, complete with ridges and all sorts of weird shapes, and that’s definitely something. Especially since Joy Boy isn’t big himself, having a leaner body but still toned arms and abs that has Zoro wondering if he does any kind of sports.
Joy Boy never shows his whole face as well—his camera angle always stops short at his lips, which look so fucking plump and soft—but Zoro knows it’ll be as pretty and amazing as everything else about him. And Zoro finds himself becoming more eager for their collaboration, much to his surprise.
It’s no wonder that Joy Boy is the most popular creator on the platform. Once you get a glimpse of him, it’s impossible to look away. A fucking superstar. Zoro’s convinced that everyone else should just quit.
Why would you watch anyone else when Joy Boy is right there?
And to think that Zoro will have the opportunity to work with him, probably touch him and fuck him in ways that these other millions of people can’t even fantasize.
If he ain’t fucking lucky.
He sends a silent thank you to whoever first mentioned his username during Joy Boy’s live.
Zoro’s just amazed as he continues to browse through his content. And aroused. Definitely fucking aroused, and by the time he finally touches his cock, he reaches what seems to be his fastest orgasm yet.
+ + +
A week later, Zoro has just finished another live, a bit exhausted from dealing with a few subscribers who are still angry by the sudden end of his stream last time. Of course, their anger didn’t last long. All complaints evaporating once he had his cock whipped out.
He’s cleaning his set-up when he hears a ping from his laptop. It’s a message notification from Joy Boy. Zoro drops everything else and sits back down to open it.
_JoyBoy_ (✓): hey mister swordy
Now it’s Mr. Swordy? Zoro only shakes his head, waiting for the next message, watching the three dots as Joy Boy types it out.
_JoyBoy_ (✓): are u free this saturday
_JoyBoy_ (✓): i got my new camera now :D
threeswords: Yea i’m free
_JoyBoy_ (✓): cool!!!
_JoyBoy_ (✓): can u give me ur number ill txt you my address
Zoro gives him his number, and he immediately receives a text from an unknown one, only containing an address that makes Zoro pause. He’s not at all familiar with the neighborhood, but what concerns him is the fact that the last part of the address says East Blue City.
Which means he and Joy Boy live in the same city. East Blue isn’t that big, and there’s probably some kind of chance that they’ve been in the same vicinity before. Zoro keeps the address in mind and saves the contact.
Saturday comes, and Zoro takes a little too long to decide on what to wear. He only realizes now that he hasn’t asked Joy Boy about the vibe or theme they’re going for aside from the whole blindfold and bondage. Eventually, he ends up with a plain white shirt that hugs his body tightly and some black jeans.
After an hour of driving, Zoro finds himself in a peaceful, neat neighborhood, and for a moment, he thinks that must’ve gotten lost again. Because somehow, he’s in front of a house, almost like a mansion, really, and he looks between the address on his phone and the numbers on the high gate a few times just to make sure he’s in the right place.
It’s a fucking proper house, and Zoro can’t even prevent his jaw dropping as he looks up at the entirety of it.
Though he supposes it shouldn’t really come as a surprise. Zoro’s already making a decent amount with this line of work, what more of Joy Boy, who has literally just hit twenty million subscribers a few hours ago—not that Zoro has been checking his profile regularly to watch his content. He’s definitely not.
Zoro makes sure he’s as presentable as he can be, surprised at himself for being conscious about how he looks. Then he rings the doorbell and waits patiently.
It takes a while and there’s still no movement from inside the house. Did he get the wrong address? He checks his phone one more time and is about to ring the doorbell again when he hears the door opening, movements shuffling. Not long after, the gate opens and Zoro is greeted by a man not too shorter than him, but definitely smaller in terms of overall build.
Freezing on his spot, he stares at the face grinning at him, his throat drying a little because if that ain’t the prettiest fucking face Zoro has ever seen.
The guy has a mop of dark hair, sticking down in different directions and still damp from the shower, Zoro assumes. His eyes are brown, turning a shade lighter when the sunlight hits it right, the skin at the corners crinkling with his huge smile.
And from that smile alone, there’s no doubt about it that this is Joy Boy. It just fits perfectly; it makes sense.
If that’s not enough indication then there’s his lips, familiarly soft and plump-looking, and his body, water still running down along his flat chest in rivulets, because there’s only a towel around his waist. Zoro has seen Joy Boy’s body so many times in his videos that he has it committed to memory, enough to recognize it.
The videos honestly don’t do the real thing justice though.
What surprises Zoro, however, is the pale scar under his left eye. Curving and crossed by two lines of stitches. It makes Joy Boy even more intriguing than he already is.
“You must be Mr. Swordy!” Joy Boy says, shoulders perking up, eyes gleaming in excitement, his voice just as loud as it was in the call. He doesn’t hide the fact that he gives Zoro a lookover from head to toe, gaze lingering longer on his torso. “You’re really big in person. Like your chest is really huge. And your hair is green! Like grass. So cool!”
Zoro has never heard someone call his hair color cool, but Joy Boy doesn’t seem the type to give half-hearted compliments, so he clears his throat and grunts, shrugging. “Thanks, I guess. So, you’re Joy Boy?”
“Yup!” Joy Boy answers. “But you can call me Luffy. C’mon, you should come inside now.”
Luffy, huh? Zoro mouths the name, likes the way his lips form around the syllables as Luffy leads him inside the house. Which is way even bigger inside. Zoro has never been in this kind of house before so he feels kind of out of place, though the messy state of it does help a little. Reminds him of his own apartment.
“I know, the place is messy! Nami keeps bugging me about it but she won’t help me,” Luffy says, smiling sheepishly. “Anyway, what should I call you? Should I keep calling you Mr. Swordsman?”
“Uh…Zoro. You can call me Zoro,” he replies.
“Whoa,” Luffy says, nodding, more to himself than Zoro. “Nice name. I like it. Zoro, Zoro, Zoro, Zoro.”
And yeah, Zoro decides that he fucking likes it too when Luffy says his name.
“So, uh, how are we gonna do this?” Zoro asks, shifting in his feet. Hates the fact that he sounds awkward, his inexperience in this line of work definitely showing.
Though Luffy doesn’t seem to mind, smiling again. “Let me just put some clothes on real quick—not that we’ll need them later anyway. But yeah, I need to dry my hair too so make yourself comfortable. Do you want some food? There’s only chocolate left in the fridge if you want.”
Zoro licks his lips, shaking his head. “No, thanks. I’m good.”
“Okay,” Luffy says. “Make yourself feel at home. I’ll be right back!”
With that, Luffy runs off upstairs, his towel almost falling down his waist, giving Zoro a glimpse of something he’s already seen many times. Though like everything about him, the real thing probably won’t even compare to what he’s been seeing from the videos.
Feeling a little bit antsy for some reason, Zoro decides not to sit down, walking back and forth in the spacious living room. Thankfully, he doesn’t get to be alone much longer as Luffy comes dashing down the stairs with heavy steps.
Luffy still doesn’t have a shirt but he’s now wearing boxer shorts. He’s also barefoot and Zoro wonders if he should’ve left his shoes by the door but Luffy doesn’t say anything about it, only striding up to him with heavy steps.
“So, Zoro,” Luffy says, his grin laced with a little mischief, swaying on the balls of his feet. “Are you ready?”
Clearing his throat, Zoro answers, “Sure am. Where should we do this?”
“Come, let’s go to my room.”
Zoro is led towards a room on the second floor, right at the end of the hallway. It’s not really a bedroom per se despite the bed—more like Luffy’s workplace, because there are lights, a camera, and a laptop already set up. It’s way bigger than Zoro’s own bedroom, neater too, and he can definitely feel the difference between them as content creators. Verified check mark and all.
There are also plastic boxes on the corner, their transparent material doing nothing to hide the various paraphernalia inside. Huge dildos on one box, leashes and collars on the other. There are so many that Zoro feels like he’s in some kind of sex toy shop.
Approaching the bed, Zoro realizes that the sheets are silk. Shimmering dark red that complements Luffy’s honey skin as he sits on it. The blindfold and the ties are already laid at the end of the bed—a strip of black silk and a bundle of rope that seems to be made of cotton, soft but still strong enough to hold a knot.
He looks back at Luffy, who’s watching him with a glint in his eyes, and takes a deep breath just to calm himself a little. “How should we do this? Like what’s the scene? Is there a situation or something like that? What are your limits?”
Luffy hums, his legs swinging by the bed. “You should just tie me up. That’s how the scene starts: me tied up. I don’t like practicing or anything like that, want to make things look real, so it’s up to you what you will do to me. Don’t have any hard limits but I’ll say red if I don’t like it. And yeah, just fuck me by the end of it.”
It’s quite simple, just as Zoro expects it from Joy Boy—from Luffy. Though he still has some questions. “Just fuck you?”
“Yeah! Like your cock in my pussy. That kind of fuck,” Luffy says, grinning.
Zoro swallows, finding it too enticing the way Luffy says vulgar words so casually. “Okay. My cock in your pussy. Got it,” he says, nodding as he pulls out condoms from his pocket.
“Uh,” Luffy says, eyeing the silver packets. “Can we not use a condom? Don’t like the feeling of them on my toys.”
“Okay,” Zoro says slowly. Truthfully, he likes doing it raw either but it’s better to be safe than never. “But like, I just want to make sure—you clean? I got tested recently so I’m good.”
“Clean? Well, yeah. I haven’t had sex with anyone,” Luffy replies with a shrug.
Pausing, Zoro blinks at the guy. “You mean, you haven’t had sex recently?”
“No. I mean, I haven’t had sex with anyone. Ever.”
And fucking hell, Zoro almost chokes on his own spit. You mean to tell him that after all the experience and sexual activities Luffy is doing for millions of people, after everything Zoro has seen, he hasn’t had sex with anyone? That Zoro, basically, is going to be his first? What the fuck.
“I mean, obviously I’ve had fake dicks inside me, and some of them are supposed to feel like the real thing, but I haven’t gotten fucked by a real, real dick. No one has ever been near my pussy before,” Luffy muses.
This can’t be real. Zoro’s going to fucking die. How did Luffy end up in this line of work without any sort of real-life experience? Zoro takes another deep breath, swallowing the dryness in his throat. “Okay. Um, so this is going to be your first time doing all this? Like having sex with someone?”
Luffy giggles. “Yeah! Don’t worry! I’ve watched a lot of other people doing it, I know how it goes.”
“Okay,” Zoro says. He’s not the one to care about first times and all that. Technically, this won’t be Luffy’s first anyway—though technically, it also is, and something about that just flicks a switch in Zoro’s head. A bit nervous to please because it’s Luffy’s first, a bit eager to fucking take it because again, it’s Luffy’s first.
“I’ve already had the stream set up, so all you have to do is click it,” Luffy says. Then he grabs the blindfold and the rope before turning back to Zoro with a huge smile. “So, tie me up, Zoro?”
Putting the blindfold on Luffy is easy enough. After that, Luffy lies down on the middle of the bed, giggles when he feels Zoro move closer to hover above him. Zoro makes quick but careful work of tying his wrists to the metal headboard right above his head, and he discovers that Luffy is a bit ticklish.
He asks if Luffy’s alright, and Luffy pulls on the ties to test them out. Once he’s satisfied, Zoro moves onto his ankles, which Luffy decides to be tied next to his wrists. Zoro peels off his boxers, doesn’t miss the way Luffy shivers when Zoro’s fingers graze against his skin. Then he ties Luffy’s ankles, folding him in half, exposing his pussy to the cold air of the room, pretty pink and seems to be freshly shaved.
Zoro stares at Luffy for a moment. At his folded limbs, at his already parted lips, at his cunt that just begs to be touched and attended. Zoro feels the rush of blood down to his crotch, filling up his length, and he unbuttons his pants but lets them remain hanging lowly on his hips as he removes his shirt.
Checking the camera, Zoro informs Luffy that he’ll adjust it a little so it’s more focused on him. Luffy has a blindfold on so his face isn’t a problem; Zoro will be having his back facing the camera so everything’s good.
The state of Luffy’s tied-up limbs is alluring on the screen. Luffy is already squirming, unable to just lie still, little huffs of breath escaping his lips, and Zoro watches him for a while, palming himself through his jeans before deciding that they should finally start.
“Pussy slapping okay?” Zoro asks.
Luffy nods, turning in the direction of Zoro’s voice as best as he can. “Yeah. It’s okay.”
“Okay. Gonna start the stream now.”
With one last affirmation from Luffy, Zoro starts it. He stays out of the camera’s sight as people quickly flood in, letting them enjoy the view of Luffy’s entirety before Zoro partially obstructs the view.
Once there are a lot of viewers, Zoro slowly comes into the shot. He takes a brief glance to see the chat going wild, surprised that Joy Boy is not alone this time. Some are asking about who Zoro is, but he also sees a few comments from people who know him, which is honestly such a surprise.
Then Zoro proceeds to take his place before Luffy on the bed, silently reminding himself not to look back—his mind tuning out the thought of a camera recording them; of millions of people watching them.
Right at this moment. It’s just him and Luffy in the room.
He properly takes in the sight of Luffy, effortlessly folded in half like he’s been displayed for everyone to see; in this space where there’s only the two of them, their skins almost touching, just for Zoro.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly places a finger on the back of Luffy’s knee. Luffy startles with a gasp, and Zoro smirks as he gently runs his finger down his thigh. Shaky breaths escape Luffy’s lips, his ticklish nature making him squirm, no doubt the sensation is greater with his eyesight covered.
Zoro repeats the action, adding a finger each time, angling his fingertips just right so it’s his nails that drag down along Luffy’s skin. Shaky breaths turn into heavy ones, and Zoro can clearly see the deep up-and-down movement of Luffy’s chest. Then Zoro trails his fingers upwards, relishing the way Luffy finally jerks against the binds, moaning out loud when Zoro puts his palms against the flat of his chest, slightly rubbing on his nipples.
“That’s it. Don’t hold back,” Zoro murmurs, low enough so the microphone from the camera barely picks it up.
Luffy mewls as Zoro lets his hands wander, mapping every plane and dip of his body. He goes to Luffy’s ankles, his large hands wrapping easily around them, before sliding them down back to his thighs, dragging out a breathy moan from Luffy’s chest.
He’s so fucking beautiful like this. None of his videos can even compare now that he’s exposed, ready for the taking, pliant under Zoro’s every touch. Zoro wouldn’t be even surprised if he managed to spend all his luck just to be in this situation—with a beautiful man such as Luffy before him, he doesn’t really care anymore.
As he inches his fingers towards Luffy’s crotch, Luffy starts to get a little impatient, trying to wriggle as best as he can with his limbs bound. Zoro runs a finger up the slit of his pussy but not pushing in. Not yet. Still, his fingertip already comes out wet and glistening, and Luffy tries to push his hips to get some more with a low whine. Zoro is not having any of it; he swings his hand down into Luffy’s cunt, strikes his fingers right into his clit.
“Ah!” Luffy screams, his entire body shuddering. Zoro does it a few more times, enjoying all the strangled, throaty cries echoing in the room, Luffy writhing so much the bed shakes.
One last slap and Zoro gathers more slick from Luffy’s hole before moving to his clit, slowly circling his fingers against the bundle of nerves. Luffy keens, head throwing back into the little space he has, his slender neck screaming at Zoro for a bite.
But Zoro reminds himself that this is still a show, and the spotlight should be on Luffy—he shouldn’t block what people came for. Though he’s really fucking tempted just to have a taste that it almost makes him lose his mind.
He continues to massage Luffy’s clit, applying pressure every now and then, speeding up his movements, Luffy panting yes, yes, just like that, only for Zoro to slow down, and Luffy just deflates with a disgruntled groan. Zoro smirks to himself as his fingers do the work, building up the pleasure but never really letting Luffy reach the peak, and he keeps at it until he looks down at Luffy’s pussy again.
And fuck, Zoro slows down. He realizes he’s forgotten to prepare lube, but they don’t really need it now because Luffy is dripping wet, so damn wet, his slick already running down to his asshole. It all looks fucking inviting, the fat lips, the abused clit, the pink slit glistening and winking at him, and yeah, Zoro may have just decided that he’s also a pussy type of guy. Only if it’s Luffy though.
Zoro stops, pulls away, realizes that he’s breathing heavily too. Luffy immediately whines from the loss of contact, pulling at his restraints.
“Shh. Be good for me,” Zoro murmurs, and fucking hell does Luffy sob at his words but he does stop wriggling like the good boy he is.
Zoro shifts down the bed until his head is hovering above Luffy’s pussy when he bends over. His hands find their way up to Luffy’s waist, lithe but firm under his grip. He takes a deep breath, inhaling the delicious scent of Luffy’s arousal. There’s still a hint of something sweet, probably his body wash, but the smell of his wetness drowns Zoro in an addicting way. Luffy emits a small moan as Zoro’s breath hits his exposed hole, and Zoro has to hold him down by his waist to stop him from writhing.
He doesn’t give any warning as he presses the flat of his tongue against Luffy’s cunt, licking up a strip, sucking all the juices in his mouth. Luffy cries out, his body jolting, and Zoro feels the heat in his own body as he buries his face into Luffy’s wet and waiting cunt.
Shoving his tongue in, Zoro feels the tightness of Luffy’s walls around him, and he groans, the sound of it muffled, the vibrations reverberating into Luffy, who lets out a broken moan. Zoro tongue fucks him, feels the mixture of saliva and slick dribbling down his chin, but he doesn’t care about the mess of it, the sounds so obscene with every thrust and suck, the taste of Luffy bursting on his tastebuds. Zoro honestly can’t get enough of it.
“Oh, yes! Please!” Luffy whimpers as Zoro angles his head, the tip of his nose putting pressure against Luffy’s clit. He pushes his tongue further, stretching as far as he can, licking up the insides of Luffy’s walls, slurping all the juices like he’s a dying man who hasn’t had a single drop of water.
Zoro pulls away quickly just to properly suck in some air before burying his face back to where it belongs—right against Luffy, pleasing him, devouring him, because he’s just the sweetest little thing Zoro has ever tasted.
Luffy grows close, and Zoro can tell from the way his hole keeps clenching around his tongue. From the little shivers that run down his body, his hips trying to thrust up into Zoro’s face and suffocate him. Zoro keeps his pace, doesn’t even notice the ache in his jaw; bringing Luffy to his peak is the only thing he cares about right now.
Removing one hand from Luffy’s waist, Zoro brings it to Luffy’s pussy, right next to where his mouth is latched. He thumbs his clit, matching the pace of his tongue, deep and hurried.
Then Luffy stiffens before he trembles, an ear-splitting wail breaking out of his throat, as more juices wet his hole, flooding Zoro’s tongue. Zoro takes it all in, feasts upon the mouthful of saccharine flavor, relentless and hungry, only pulling away when Luffy is reduced to a broken panting mess, his chest heaving and shining with sweat, his limbs finally slacking against the bindings.
“Shit. You taste so fucking good,” Zoro says, moaning, unable to help himself, licking all the slick around his mouth.
His words send another shiver down Luffy’s limbs, his lips parting in a mewl. His blindfold is still intact over his eyes, but boy, wouldn’t Zoro like to see his eyes—probably glazed and blown wide—and his whole face. Especially his pretty fucking face.
Zoro’s so unbelievably hard it feels like he’s going to explode. He moves closer to Luffy and finally unzips his pants, pulling them down just enough to pull his cock out and let it breathe. He hisses as he puts his hand around his length, his other hand going back to the wetness of Luffy’s hole to spread his juices everywhere, painting the expanse of his skin with the clear fluid.
Going back to Luffy’s entrance, Zoro is about to insert a finger when Luffy suddenly shakes his head, wriggling. Zoro pauses, his fingertip catching onto the hole, a little bit confused, but Luffy hasn’t said anything yet so he continues.
“Red,” Luffy suddenly says, his voice raspy.
So Zoro immediately stops, wonders if he’s done something wrong. Or if they’re done for the day. But then Luffy adds, “Don’t need it. Want your cock in me now.”
Fuck. Zoro’s not going to last long like this. He knows how much Luffy can stretch, has seen him take things in his pussy that are way bigger than Zoro’s dick, but shit, not preparing him still sounds insane in Zoro’s mind.
He should be the one setting the pace, it’s why he’s here, but Luffy is so desperate now, even going as far as using the safeword for this, demanding Zoro’s dick to be inside of him now. And Zoro just can’t ignore it. Can’t help but follow his orders because he, too, can’t fucking wait to have his cock buried in Luffy.
“Yeah. Okay. Fuck it,” he mutters, nodding, scooping more of Luffy’s slick to coat his shaft with it, sucking through his teeth as his gaze stays on Luffy’s twitching hole.
Then he lines up against Luffy’s entrance, not missing the way Luffy holds his breath as he waits for it, and slowly, he pushes his length in. Luffy exhales a breathy moan, and Zoro has to take a pause, gathers himself as the heat and tightness around his dick squeezes him.
Zoro doesn’t believe in heaven or shit like that but if it were real, it would certainly be this—the heat of Luffy’s cunt, his walls gripping him so tightly that Zoro forgets how to breathe. He looks down, sees the stretch of Luffy’s pussy around his cock, molding even around the veins of his length, and he can’t help but just thrust further until the entirety of him is sheathed in Luffy. And hell, he’s so deep in him that he must be kissing his cervix or something.
Luffy’s moan drags into a high-pitched whimper, and Zoro takes a few deep breaths, the rush of blood against his ears too loud. It’s been so long he’s felt like this. Like he’s about to burst any minute and he hasn’t even started moving yet.
There are so many things that have been inside Luffy—Zoro has watched him fuck himself with a dragon dildo, a cucumber, even a damn baton from who knows where—but fucking hell. Luffy feels so fucking good around him, so perfect like he’s just made for Zoro.
And he doesn’t even realize he’s muttering all this until Luffy suddenly keens. Shit. Zoro’s not supposed to talk but he can’t help himself. He has to let Luffy know how good he feels, how utterly perfect his little pussy is.
“Feels so good,” Zoro says breathlessly as his hips start to move. His hands roam over the back of Luffy’s thighs, skin still sticky with his slick, the muscles underneath Zoro’s fingers growing taut. “Your pussy is so wet, so fucking tight, just fucking sucks me in. Fuck—shit. You’re clenching. You fuckin’ like that, huh?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Luffy gasps as if it’s the only word he knows, his head throwing back, and Zoro just can imagine his pretty dark eyes rolling into the back of his head behind that blindfold.
He builds up his pace, the squelching noises from where they meet turning louder with every thrust. Luffy sounds already fucked out, his voice broken; the words spilling out of his lips are incoherent, really just a bunch of cries and blabbers at this point.
Zoro holds onto the back of his knees, braces himself, takes a deep breath, and starts pounding into Luffy’s pussy with all his might. The bed rattles and creaks along Zoro’s thrusts.
A scream tears out of Luffy’s throat, high and long and broken, his body just taking everything. Luffy’s body jostles upwards against the headboard every time he shoves his cock, and every time he pulls out, more slick comes out with his dick, clear and trailing with a stretch.
There’s a bunch of growls and unintelligible noises, and Zoro realizes that those are coming from him. He’s not the type to be vocal in bed, but who would’ve been able to stay quiet while fucking Luffy? Zoro certainly can’t. His and Luffy’s low voices mix in the air, right in the shared space between them.
Luffy tries to meet his thrusts but with his ankles still tied to the bed, it’s useless, only making him writhe helplessly. Zoro looks up at Luffy’s face, wishes he can see those eyes as he fucks into him, hips pistoning relentlessly, the head of his cock pushing into the deepest parts of him. Instead, he looks at Luffy’s lips, wet as he drools, his mouth perpetually parted with his never-ending sweet little noises.
Then Luffy says something, low and incomprehensible. Zoro has to slow down so the squelching of Luffy’s wetness doesn’t drown it out.
“Kiss,” Luffy whines again, voice weak. “Kiss. Please.”
Strings of curses come out of Zoro’s lips as Luffy continues to beg him for a kiss. Just please after please and Zoro’s head swirls at the sound of it, at the ecstasy rushing through his veins, making him tremble a little.
Zoro knows that he shouldn’t obstruct the view from the camera, that he shouldn’t even give into Luffy’s orders easily like this but he doesn’t give a shit anymore. He leans in, his body almost covering Luffy, and catches his lips in a kiss. Though it’s not a kiss, not really. Because it’s too messy, Luffy’s jaws are slack, their lips and tongues not even slotting against each other properly, just a tangle of muscles and exchange of spit, and Zoro really doesn’t fucking care.
He enjoys this mess. Relishes the moans Luffy imprints on his lips and tongue. He pulls back to breathe, sending a harsh thrust that punches out another wail from Luffy, and seriously, Zoro isn’t even sure anymore how he’s still holding on.
Kissing Luffy one more time, Zoro decides to do what he’s been wanting to do since earlier. He keeps his brutal pace, the bone of his hips hitting Luffy’s thighs, fucks him in a way he knows that will have Luffy’s head thrown back. With his neck exposed like this, Zoro swoops down and bites into that supple skin.
Luffy lets out a strangled noise that immediately turns into a whine. Zoro continues to attack his neck, biting everywhere he can, soothing them with a lick after. Luffy is breathing against his ear, hot and heavy, lips so close to the three chiming golden earrings on his left ear, and Zoro feels him take them between his teeth and fucking tug them.
A growl rumbles Zoro’s chest, and he bites Luffy’s neck one last time before pulling away. Luffy whimpers but it’s cut short as Zoro fucks him with abandon once more. He adjusts his knees and finds the angle that has Luffy sobbing, the ache in his muscles almost non-existent when rapture builds up in his core.
There’s no way to describe Luffy but wrecked. Absolutely fucking wrecked. He’s turned into a mush under Zoro, unable to even moan properly, his voice just a broken melody. And the image of him like this, tied up, blindfolded, all in Zoro’s mercy, only vigors Zoro into fucking him senseless.
He’s been spearing Luffy with his cock for minutes now, but Luffy remains so tight, gripping him like a vice. It’s like Luffy doesn’t even want to let go of him, and honestly, Zoro wouldn’t if he could. Luffy’s pussy is just so addictive, and he only wants to drown in it.
Suddenly, Luffy becomes rigid, the muscles under Zoro’s touch tensing, his mouth opening.
“Zo—”
Of course, Zoro hears it. Sees how the last syllable is formed on Luffy’s lips, turned into a silent scream as his body convulses.
Zoro bites the groan coming out of his throat, trying his best not to break as he feels the sudden pressure and clenching against his cock. When he pulls back, leaving only just the tip, a stream of clear liquid gushes out of Luffy’s hole, spurting onto Zoro’s abdomen, staining the bed a darker shade of red.
He can’t help but take a few more thrusts, plugging Luffy’s hole every time he shoves his dick in, stopping the surge of liquid before pulling back to let it all flow back out. Eventually, he completely pulls away and lets Luffy ride out his orgasm with silent cries.
Luffy looks absolutely beautiful, still spasming even when the gushing liquid subsides. Zoro has seen him orgasm many times in his videos—multiple orgasms and overstimulation to the point he’s almost passing out—but not once did he see Luffy squirt. Zoro can’t help moaning at the thought of being the one to be able to do this to Luffy.
After giving Luffy a little more time to recover, Zoro eventually closes in and puts back his cock in his awaiting cunt. Luffy sighs as if he’s relieved that Zoro’s dick is finally inside him again, his thrusts becoming even louder with all the wetness from Luffy’s orgasm.
And yeah, Zoro is not going to last long, and it’s definitely evident from the way his pace becomes erratic. Sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, just waiting for the inevitable. Luffy seems to realize it too because suddenly—
“In me,” Luffy says, still wheezing for air.
Zoro’s hips stutter, and before he knows it, his mouth is running off. “Yeah? Want me to fill you up? Want me to make you full?”
Luffy, despite his spent energy, nods enthusiastically, his lips pulling into a smile. As if the thought of Zoro filling him with his cum is invigorating him. “Yes. Make me full. Want ‘Ro’s cum in my pussy.”
The fucking dam finally breaks, and an animalistic growl escapes Zoro’s throat as he wavers, emptying his load into Luffy’s cunt, shoving his dick deeper as cum spurts out continuously, painting Luffy’s insides. Luffy’s walls clench around him as if to suck his cum in, and there’s so much; the promise of making Luffy full seems possible as Zoro proceeds to ride his release out.
It’s probably the longest orgasm he’s ever had, and when he’s done, he pulls away and falls back onto his ass. Not only did his cum get sucked out, it feels like his soul has been too. Zoro catches his breath, enjoys the ecstasy flowing in his blood.
When his head clears, he sees that his cum is leaking out of Luffy’s pussy. He leans in, uses a thumb to shove it all back in, causing Luffy to moan in content.
Remembering the millions of people still watching them, Zoro gets off on the other side of the bed so his face isn’t caught by the camera. He walks up to the laptop, his pants hanging low on his hips, not bothering to put his dick away.
He lets the audience look at Luffy for a while without any hindrance this time. Pretty eyes hiding behind a blindfold, limbs tied and body folded, exposed to everyone, but it’s only Zoro who can take him. Who already took him. His pussy is fucking raw, hole still twitching and full of Zoro’s cum.
Such a pretty fucking sight.
Finally, Zoro ends the live and turns the camera off. He turns back to the bed where Luffy is waiting for him patiently.
“Is the camera off now?” Luffy asks, his voice is almost gone now, his breathing still deep and heavy, recovering.
Zoro nods then realizes that Luffy still can’t see him so he says, “Yeah.”
There’s silence as Luffy catches his breath. Then he turns in the direction of Zoro’s voice, grinning as if he still has a lot of energy left in him. Honestly, Zoro won’t be surprised if he does.
“Good,” he says, and there’s a naughty lilt to his wrecked voice. “Now, Zoro, fuck me again.”
“Fucking hell, Luffy.”
“Please, Zoro.”
And Zoro groans, his cock already twitching back to life. He looks at Luffy’s form, back at his pussy, and finally removes his pants and underwear.
Like hell Zoro’s ever going to pass up the opportunity of fucking Luffy.