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They tied Buggy to a chair facing the bed. Tight enough that he can’t get up but loose enough that they can watch him squirm when it suits them to glance his way.

They’re currently not looking at him, too focused on each other, the deep, licking tongue kisses that sound slick and tight.

Crocodile crowding over Mihawk, the gold details of his strap-on glint in the low light, Buggy can spy the sheen of slick dripping from his wet pussy, betraying his composed features. 

Buggy watches as Crocodile gently hooks Mihawk’s neck and lays bejewelled fingers across his strong yet delicate jaw. They must share a look, but Buggy can’t see it, which might be worse because then he can imagine the emotions clearly displayed in Mihawk’s deep, orange eyes, that are usually so expressionless.

He imagines heat and wanton need, laid so clearly for Crocodile to plunder.

When Crocodile does dip low for another kiss, Buggy reacts with an electric shock, feeling his cock rut against Mihawk’s, the first time either of them have touched the cock that’s cocked into Crocodile’s strap-on.

The two pull away from each other and glare at the clown sitting in the chair. Buggy whines and cowers, hoping to inspire mercy in the two powerful men before him. Crocodile scoffs and Mihawk glares.

“Keep it together, Clown,” Crocodile threatens. “Don’t forget I have your balls here, too.”

As if to demonstrate, Mihawk gives the hanging balls a firm tap with his fingers and Buggy has to bite his lip to keep from moaning.

“Don’t make me gag you, Buggy, this is supposed to be a reward… of sorts.”

Buggy can’t help but whine “Yes, Sir,” as Crocodile rolls to the side of Mihawk, the black lines of his strap-on framing the wet heat on his glistening pussy and Buggy’s hard and pulsating cock that looks so much smaller than it actually is on Crocodile’s much larger frame.

Mihawk flicks the exposed head of his cock cruelly before licking a wet line from Buggy’s leaking slit, trailing the pulse of the veins, a quick suction to Buggy’s full round balls, before diving in sucking on Crocodile’s large, pierced clit.

He gently tugs the piercing with his teeth and Crocodile moans throatily, bucking wildly, looking to get Mihawk’s slim fingers deeper into his empty pussy.

Mihawk slurps noisily, humming and rumbling, taking deep pleasure in the other man’s reactions.

It’s not long before Crocodile is rumbling apart, coming on Mihawk’s fingers and tongue. Thighs shaking as Mihawk rubs at the golden studded clit with skilled fingers, forcing the man to scream as he squirts across the purple silk sheets, leaving quite the puddle.

Mihawk moves up from his quavering legs to kiss and bite a line up from his clenching, empty pussy to his heaving chest.

Mihawk doesn’t pay much attention to Buggy’s cock but it does catch a few stray kisses, feather light, before Mihawk bites a deep mark into the meat of Crocodile’s hips, making the man hiss.

Mihawk captures a pert brown nipple between his lips and suckles and nips at it, pulling the golden bar that Crocodile just got pierced a few hours ago to celebrate a big name marine turned in for a 4 star reward.

Buggy echos Crocodile’s groan, his imagination going wild. Mihawk keeps laving attention on Crocodile’s chest, as his slicked fingers push into his own tight furl, working his asshole loose.

Crocodile snaps his hook around Mihawk’s long neck, pulling him away from his large chest so they can kiss again.

“Mi?” Crocodile asks, and Mihawk nods, produces a small bottle of lube, and spreads it on Crocodile’s much larger, jeweled fingers.

Crocodile manhandles Mihawk exactly where he wants him, legs spread wide around him, Mihawk’s cock rutting against Crocodile’s stomach, Buggy’s own cock mere inches from where it wants to be.

Crocodile’s own legs are still spread wide, glistening and wet, giving Buggy and eyefull and he wonders if he can detach his own tongue so he can lick deep into him too. He opens his mouth to voice this idea for future use but then bites his tongue lightly, not enough to separate it– it’s best not to give the powerful men in front of him any ideas.

He gets a front row seat to Crocodile teasing Mihawk’s rose red asshole open, long thick digits slipping deep.

He’s gentle, they’re murmuring something to each other that Buggy can’t hear, and maybe next time he can hide one of his ears in pillow.

Croc must’ve asked Mihawk a question because Mihawk nods and leans in for another deep and licking kiss, before he has to pull away and rest his forehead on the man’s below him, breath panting out as he pushes back onto the second finger pushing into him.

Buggy watch is a large gemmed ring disappears into Mihawk’s loosening furl.

Buggy finds himself panting and struggling against his bonds, watching Mihawk’s pale body undulate on Crocodile’s 2 fingers that might be even thicker and longer than Buggy’s cock that sits forgotten, hooked in Crocodile’s strap.

Crocodile must feel the pull of Buggy’s dick in it’s holder, feel the appendage straining against it’s hold so it can bury itself into Mihawk’s cherry-hued winking hole.

“Impatient, clown?”

Buggy gives a wordless whine, watching his cock involuntarily pull against the straps.

“What do you think, Mi? Do you think his cock can fill you like my fingers can?”

Mihawk fights back the glaze in his eyes, when Crocodile spanks his pale asscheek lightly with the side of his hook. “That little thing?”

And Buggy wants to protest– his cock is a respectable size, when he was a teen he compared it with Sha– well it held up in length and girth when put to the test. But he’s babbling, “please, please, please, please,” a common mantra for him now, both in and out of their bedroom.

Crocodile pulls his fingers from Mihawk’s gripping hole, Mihawk groaning with a slight whine detected in the pitch of his deep voice at the loss.

Flicking the purpling crown of Buggy’s cock, Crocodile growls, “You better not cum until I give you permission.”

A lavender eye scans over Buggy’s desperate and sweating form, still held tight in his bonds on the chair. Buggy nods frantically, another “yes, sir!” singing from his lipstick smeared lips.

Crocodile manhandles Mihawk again, hook circling carefully around his waist, moving him down his he can impale him on Buggy’s weeping cock. Mihawk takes him all the way to the leather strap, a quiet groaning escaping his lips.

Crocodile thrusts up in a deep and steady pace, Buggy’s dick is practically vibrating inside of Mihawk with the restraint the clown is trying to hold. Mihawk bites into Crocodile’s pec to keep himself from yelling too loudly.

Buggy is quick to start groaning and moaning, whining as Mihawk clenches at the rough treatment. A growing mantra of “fuck, fuck, fuck, yessss! Please, please, please!” flowing from his mouth.

Buggy has a perfect view of his own cock disappearing into Mihawk, the man shaking with pleasure from it, and Crocodile’s empty and wet pussy, the man’s powerful thighs steadily fucking Mihawk, making his open cunt wink at Buggy, tantalizing and pink, the gold glinting on his clit a reminder of the influence the man wields.

‘Clown!” Crocodile growls feeling Buggy’s balls tightening to prepare for his release.

“Ye-esss, Sir!” Buggy hiccups, biting his lip so hard it springs tears to his eyes.

“Mi?” Crocodile asks, ignoring Buggy again.

Mihawk nods and Crocodile flips them, wrapping Mihawk’s toned pale legs around his bitten hips.

Crocodile speeds up the pace of his thrusts, but keeps Buggy’s cock buried deep, never a chance for the length of it to slip out.

Mihawk has lost his carefully crafted composure entirely, groaning and breathing loud “Ah-ah-ah-ah,” moans every time Buggy’s cock grinds against his prostate.

Crocodile pushes Buggy’s cock deep and holds it there, his lavender eyes lock with Mihawk’s own and the air hanging heavy around them, speaking without words. Mihawk surges up the same moment Crocodile leans down, another lightning based kiss flowing between them.

“Give us a hand, Buggy, then you can cum after us,” Crocodile orders, still peppering Mihawk with kisses.

“Wh-what do you need?”

Crocodile pulls entirely away from Mihawk’s lips and glares at the man restrained in the chair. “I just said I need your hands.”

“My hands?”

Mihawk has had enough of Buggy’s cluelessness and unsheaths Kogatana that stayed looped around his neck, slicing through Buggy’s bound hands, lopping them off so quickly that they fall to the ground with fleshy flop.

“Bring them here,” Crocodile orders and the hands obey, reaching for Crocodile’s ample chest and new piercings. In an unexpected moment on tenderness, Crocodile pulls them away before kissing the palm of Buggy’s hand and placing it tightly around Mihawk’s hard cock, squeezing it to just the perfect grasp. 

Mihawk takes the other hand, kissing the palm again and presses the hand between Crocodile’s legs, pressing 4 fingers palm deep into his pussy and Buggy’s thumb just brushing against the golden bars of Crocodile’s clitorus.

Crocodile ducks to kiss at Mihawk’s temple and their gazes locked, pushes the tip of Buggy’s cock back into his hole.

“Yeesssss,” Mihawk hisses, rutting into Buggy’s soft palm and pushing back onto his hard cock.

Crocodile begins a slow but deep pace, ramping up steadily as Buggy wiggles his fingers in his cunt and thumbs at his clit. A single hair out of place from it’s slicked back position, Crocodile comes apart on Buggy’s hand and thrusts madly into Mihawk’s welcoming hole, that clenches tightly as Mihawk orgasms quickly after.

“Can I cum now, please, can I cum now, sir?” Buggy begs, full body vibrating in the chair, his hands and cock probably vibrating too, based on how Crocodile squirts again, clenching so tightly against his hand that it’s probably just luck that his bones don't break.

“Not– not inside me,” Mihawk demands, and Crocodile acquiesced, gently removing Buggy’s cock from the loose clasp of Mihawk’s hole.

Going from hot, clenched body to the embrace of cold air is too much for Buggy and he comes all over the royal purple silk sheets like a fountain, spraying a weeks worth of cum all over the bed and the 2 men that occupy it.

Crocodile’s hook quickly lops off Buggy’s head and Mihawk slices him so thoroughly that Buggy slides out of his chair, restraints no longer an issue with how many pieces he’s in.

Mihawk sighs, a quick pink tongue sampling the cum that landed on the corner of his lips, and Crocodile is glaring harshly, cum splashed on his cheek covering his scar, as Buggy reassembles himself, sans hand that’s still held warm inside of Crocodile’s pussy. Buggy rubs the back of his head with the hand coated in Mihawk’s thick spend as the two men before him stare him down.

“I think you’ve earned a punishment for that, Clown,” Crocodile growls.

Tears instantly spring to Buggy’s eyes and he’s whimpering and whining as Crocodile roughly fists Buggy’s cock still in his strap, it’s too much too close to his last orgasm.

He can feel himself begin to peek again, but Mihawk squeezes his balls in a tight grip, staving off Buggy’s next orgasm. Mihawk bends to kitten lick at Buggy’s cock, opting to ignore the man himself to look up and up and up at Crocodile towering above him, but his loose hole is on display for Buggy, watching it clench and wink and work to close.

Buggy is brought back from the tantalizing view as Crocodile lightly smacks Mihawk’s sharp cheekbone with Buggy’s cocks before putting the purple and tortured mushroom head into Mihawk’s waiting lips. Mihawk sucks softly, just the hint of his white teeth, it’s not enough, it’s not enough!

Buggy cries big wet tears, his nose dripping with snot.

Crocodile shallowly fucks Mihawk’s mouth, going deeper and deeper until Buggy’s balls draw up tight again and it feels so good and he wants to cum again and please, please, please, please.

Crocodile pulls out with a pop and pushes just the very tip of his hook into the slit of Buggy’s urethra, plugging up all the cum that wants to shoot out again. After a moment, Crocodile removes his hook from the slit and the cum held in sluggishly oozes out of Buggy’s rapidly softening cock, orgasm ruined. Buggy’s tears are warm and it feels somehow cleansing to be emptied in such a way.

“Good boy,” Crocodile praises and Buggy shivers as Crocodile wraps him under a large arm.

“Hmmm,” Mihawk hums, agreeing, moving to kiss Buggy’s sweaty forehead. “Very adequate.”

“Hey! I did good!”

The other two men blink at each other before they both turn blank looks to Buggy who whines between them. Mihawk kisses his head again and they lay in the soiled bed for a moment before Buggy remembers his hand still tucked into Crocodile, he starts to remove it, wiggling it around to get out but Crocodile clenches his legs closed, muttering against Buggy’s crown of long blue hair, “Leave it, Clown.”

“Yes, sir,” Buggy peeps, a red blush creeping up his cheeks.