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How to react to danger according to Law who is not the best at keeping calm when he is alone!

First startled by the sound of missing items falling while putting on his pajama pants and then a second time on the stairs.

Then, screamed upon seeing a figure in the living room while panicking by stunning him with the first thing that is on his way.

And finally, tie him to a chair while giving him slaps so that the burglar wakes up realizing once the light is on that he is damn sexy wanting to have sex with him.

Except that he was a bit too strong in putting him on the ground since the burglar cannot wake up, which makes him panic-stricken, wondering how to check if he is dead, finally throwing a glass of water at his face while finally having his eyes that opens up to his greatest relief knowing that he will do it to himself before he leaves so much that he finds him attractive.

Law telling himself that in exchange for sex, he could possibly let him go without trying to file a complaint while counting on seeing if it would be his attempt to do it together, no matter if it’s the worst of his ideas by just asking him for his name so as not to find himself having sex with a Kevin while being reassured of knowing that his name is Zoro.

“Tell me? If I don’t file a complaint, does that mean we’re having sex and then you go home?” Asking that without the slightest embarrassment, Law just wants to fuck him.

“Okay, that suits me because I’m too lazy to go to prison when there’s only shit in your place.” Without the slightest embarrassment, Zoro does not try to pretend that it pisses him off as a proposal.

“I start in this case there.”

Not giving a headache by just unbuttoning his pants and releasing his dick while he is totally getting naked, Law masturbates him so that he is completely hard while loving his waist.

Starting to ride him right after, gently moving the hips while expecting to submit him even though it’s him who takes her, Law really likes seeing him tied up to change that! Sighing for well-being by going very fast at a pace that pleases him by just accepting the kisses that Zoro can give him.

Finding it a bit annoying not being able to touch him, Zoro sees his pleasure being less present while still taking advantage of what he offers him by getting a big bite on his neck just to not be a passive, so that he benefits from not being the one who takes it for once.

The first to ejaculate between the two happens to be Zoro who has never been good at watching his orgasm, making a bigger moan to Law who finds the sensation of the sperm filling him quite pleasant while continuing to enjoy the sound made by the moving sperm. trying to get out, stopping only when he ejaculates in turn.

Releasing Zoro at that moment who leaves home to stain his sperm by never seeking again in his life to come back to rob him, neither he, nor someone else having certainly loved her sex tonight but he doesn’t want it to be that every time.

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The bridge is wrapped in calm darkness, only the sound of waves and the creaking of wood filling the air. Zoro remains lying down, pants half-open, eyes closed but not asleep. The heat between his thighs won't fade, his cock half-hard for far too long.

Without warning, Brook steps forward, no flesh, no sound, no shadow. He leans in, movements precise despite the lack of skin. Zoro feels something move against him, cold and hard, a bony hand wrapping around his dick with almost surgical precision.

He doesn't immediately understand how it can feel this good. Brook squeezes just right, even without muscles. He uses the curve of his phalanges to hold the shaft in place, starting a slow jerk-off, oddly controlled, almost mechanical.

Zoro gets hard in an instant, surprised at how fast the pleasure builds. The friction is unique, dry but precise. Each of Brook's movements glides along the taut skin, using just enough spit to let it slide a little, just enough to keep it from burning.

His hips start to move, a slight involuntary roll. Zoro focuses on the sensations, the cock trapped between bony fingers, the contrast between the cold grip and the heat of his own blood. He's stopped trying to make sense of it. He's hard like an animal, and that alone is enough to justify everything.

Brook picks up the pace, wrist flexible despite the rigid bone structure, using every joint to apply pressure exactly where it's needed. Zoro lets out a low moan, head tilted back, breath hitching with each perfectly placed stroke. He hadn't expected it to drive him this crazy.

The rhythm doesn't falter, in fact, it sharpens. Brook continues with almost clinical precision. The skeletal fingers tighten slightly, alternating between the base and the tip, tracing dry circles that send shivers racing down Zoro's spine. He moves beneath him without even realizing it, like his body's been hijacked by that damned repetitive motion.

Zoro feels the pressure mounting, violent, brutal. His cock is swollen to the point of pain. Every stroke is a delicious assault, ripping a louder grunt from him each time. The spit Brook used earlier is starting to dry in spots, but he adjusts effortlessly, repositioning his phalanges to keep just enough slick where it counts.

Zoro's legs tense, his hips thrust faster, breath growing erratic. He can feel it coming, rising at a ridiculous pace, like his body's demanding release now, no control, no delay. Brook's dry, unnervingly precise grip is driving him insane, too exact to be endured for much longer.

Brook keeps his rhythm, calculating every squeeze, every angle, and when he feels Zoro's cock twitch, he speeds up again. The bones tap gently, almost rhythmically, against burning skin, the contrast so sharp Zoro can't breathe, his head tipping to the side, mouth hanging open.

His body locks in a sudden jolt, a rough groan tearing from his throat with no attempt to hold it back. Zoro comes hard, cum shooting in thick spurts across his lower belly, some reaching up to his chest. He arches without grace, body wracked by tremors, fingers clawed into the wooden deck.

Brook doesn't stop right away, slowing only once he feels Zoro empty himself completely. The strokes soften, almost soothing now, easing the body down from the aftershocks still rippling through him.

Zoro stays there, motionless, breath still uneven, lost in the aftermath of what just happened. He says nothing, doesn't open his eyes. He simply lets the heat of his own cum dry slowly on his skin, muscles slack and emptied, like after a fierce but satisfying battle.

Brook rises without a word, retreating with the same eerie silence he arrived with. He doesn't look back, doesn't clean anything. It wasn't an offering, just an answer to a pulse, a moment stolen from normalcy. He vanishes into the darkness of the deck like a presence that was never truly there.

Eventually, Zoro sits up, slowly. He wipes the mess off with the first towel he can reach, tossing the soaked cloth over the railing without a second thought. He doesn't think, doesn't question. It happened. He liked it. That's all that matters.

The wind drifts gently over the empty deck. He pulls his pants back on without hurry, gaze lost in the void. No one will know. No one would believe it.
And yet, it won't be the last time.

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In a world where everything can be bought, some accept being treated like whores to earn a few hundred euros more. Tashigi chose that: three times a week, she goes to a hateful and perverted guy to spend the night and get half her salary on top.

One evening, she shows up in a tight dress with no underwear, thinking that two hundred euros for an hour or two is better than nothing. While he strokes her thigh a little too high, she keeps the money in mind. After a glass of whiskey and coke, he signals her to go to the bedroom without wasting time.

Zoro pulls his dick out of his pants and strokes it until it’s hard, making the top of Tashigi’s dress slip down. She understands, using her breasts to give him a Spanish handjob, licking the tip without looking at him.

“Are you finally going to suck me or what?”

When Zoro asks that, Tashigi stops using her breasts and takes his cock into her mouth slowly, to get used to it. She tries to find a rhythm to satisfy her perverted boss. Too slow for his taste, he grabs her hair to take control.

He literally fucks her mouth, going through several deep throats. Luckily, she no longer gags. Zoro doesn’t care about her well-being, finding her little mouth pleasant, and plans to make it last as long as he wants.

Just as he’s about to come, knowing that in her contract Tashigi managed to forbid him from ejaculating in her mouth, Zoro pulls out, jerks off, then cums on her chest. He leaves her alone for a few minutes to find a condom and undress, thinking about the position he’ll fuck her in tonight.

Zoro tells her not to undress completely, it’s useless, and that he really wants to take her doggy style.

Tashigi suspected it when Zoro told her to get on all fours, but instead of complaining, she complies. Lying on the bed, she feels him lift her dress before putting on a condom and penetrating her in one thrust. He grabs her hair and starts roughly, often changing pace to please himself, without caring what Tashigi feels.

She doesn’t enjoy it, just pretends, knowing Zoro is either stupid or too egotistical. They’ve been sleeping together for two years, and she’s been faking it that whole time.

For once, Tashigi doesn’t have to hide her boredom. She tries to amuse herself by mentally making her shopping list while Zoro fucks her, asking if she likes it. She can’t say no, so she plays along to boost his ego.

Luckily, even though he’s perverted, Zoro doesn’t last long and finishes in the condom. He immediately goes for a second round, but Tashigi doesn’t orgasm. She showers afterward, gets paid, and leaves.

She has her money, he has his fuck. As long as she’s paid, Tashigi will keep getting dirty for him. Over time, Zoro has become a bit nicer with her.

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The cabin seemed to shrink, the air saturated with heat and tension. Oden had stopped very close, and his silence had something suffocating. His hand grabs Zoro’s without softness, his icy fingers closing in on his own.

He guided this hand with a deliberate slowness, lowering it until Zoro’s erection, already swollen, palpitating under the beating blood. Oden’s palm closed around his cock, but it was not him who moved: he forced Zoro to make the movement, his wrist held tightly, forced to masturbate with his own hand prisoner.

The dry, slippery friction immediately invades the cabin. Zoro felt each nerve blazing through this strange grip, his hand reduced to the instrument of Oden’s will. His jerky breathing mixed with the harsh noise of his tail being abused, his hips trying despite himself to follow the imposed rhythm.

Oden did not release anything, his gaze fixed on him, absorbing the slightest tension, each sigh torn away. Humiliation mingled with the pleasure that rose quickly, too quickly, as if this constraint made him even more sensitive. Zoro’s dick was burning, already shiny, shaken at each forced round trip with his own hand held prisoner.

The silence became obscene, broken only by Zoro’s wet slap and pant, his face red with shame and longing. His dick trembled in his palm enclosed by Oden, and every second dragged him closer to a limit he didn’t want to reach, but that Oden seemed to demand.
The cabin was just a closed trap, saturated by Zoro’s shortness of breath. His hand, held in the firm vice of Oden, crashed against his own swollen tail, forced to trace fast and precise back and forth movements. It was his palm, his fingers, but nothing was his: every gesture belonged to Oden, every friction responded to his ruthless grip.

The heat invaded him, burning. His cock beat strongly in his imprisoned hand, glistening with desire, the skin stretched to the point of pain. The obscene noise of friction filled the space, accentuated by the narrow echo of the cabin. Each wet snap hammered his skull as much as the rhythm imposed on his tail.

Zoro was panting, unable to hold back the moans that escaped his throat. His hips betrayed his will, advancing despite himself to meet his own hand guided by force. Each thrust of the reins accentuated the torture, each movement of Oden tightened the vise of his humiliation.

His face was burning, covered with a fine sweat, while his belly was already contracting under the jolts of rising pleasure. The penis pulsates violently, ready to explode, and Oden looks at it as if leaving no escape. His dark eyes absorbed him, cold and ruthless witnesses of his abandonment.

Zoro felt the limit approaching, this line that he did not want to cross but towards which Oden inexorably pushed him. His breath broke into a hoarse rattle, his fingers clenched on his own dick, forced to continue despite the mess that tied his insides.

Zoro could no longer contain the rising flow, each pulse of his penis under Oden’s palm inexorably pulled him towards the breaking point. His breath became noisy panting, his red cheeks burning with shame and desire, while his body arched against him, still trying to respond to that hand that was not letting go of him.

Oden did not slow down, on the contrary. His fingers adjusted, pressing, guiding, imposing a vicious rhythm that made Zoro tremble to the tips of his nails. Each movement drew a muffled moan out of him, each back and forth brought him closer to the edge that he no longer had the strength to hold back.

His cock, now shiny and pulsating, trembled under the firm grip of Oden, and his whole body stretched out in a mixture of humiliation and unbearable pleasure. With clenched hands, his breath chopped, he felt the heat spreading, the imminent orgasm ready to swallow him.

Then, finally, the boundary gave way. Zoro burst into a choked rattle, his seed squirting in the palm of Oden’s hand, each pulsation shaking him to his core. Zoro’s body still trembled, unable to control itself, while Oden maintained his grip, guiding every burst, every contraction.

When the tumult subsided, Zoro was panting, emptied and burning, his gaze lost, still subjected to the silent but total domination of Oden. The cabin finally seemed to breathe with them, saturated with warmth, desire and shared humiliation, now frozen in a heavy but appeased silence.