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"Welcome, recruit!" Officer Diamante greets you with a giddy smile, his tall frame towering over you as you respectfully stand to attention before him.

Despite only joining the Family as a henchman about last week, you are shocked to hear that one of the Family's top Officers has called you up to the Royal Palace of Dressrosa, a place you didn't think you'd ever get to visit in your wildest dreams.

You tactfully greet Officer Diamante right back, and begin to wonder why you were summoned to such a high place despite your low rank.

"Now, you were called here for a good reason." Diamante continues. "But don't worry. You're not in trouble. Well, sorta..." 

That started off reassuring, but the way it trailed off makes you feel uncertain. 

What did he mean by "sorta"...?

"I'm sure you remember when you joined, you were introduced to all the main members of the family. You know, Doffy, me, Trébol, Pica, and everyone else." 

Of course, Diamante only explicitly mentioned the Young Master, and then himself plus the other two executive officers, but you made sure to memorize each and every individual member, as respect demands. Particularly Baby 5, not just because she has a nice body, but also because she's the one who helped you join the family in the first place. 

You just approached her on the street and awkwardly asked if she could give you a chance. You honestly expected to get killed right then and there, but instead she got all flustered and just accepted your proposal, as if she had no other choice. That was how you ended up going from a homeless bum to a soldier of Donquixote Doflamingo.

Diamante continues.

"I'm sure you remember the little girl with Trébol, right?" He asked, and you do indeed remember her. Sugar was her name. You didn't think much of her at the time. She seemed kind of timid, sticking close to the tall, slimy Trébol while eating from a straw basket full of grapes.

You nod to Diamante's question, and wonder what she could have to do with this.

"Well, Sugar has decided that you're going to be her..." He pauses. 

"Playmate." 

Playmate? As in...playing with Sugar?

Diamante must have read the confusion on your face as he quickly carries on. 

"Don't get me wrong, I know how that sounds. I'm sure you weren't expecting this kind of thing when you joined our family, but on the upside, this is probably the only time you'll have to do this."

It does sound strange, you think to yourself. Joining one of the most notorious gangs in the world, only for your first real assignment to be "play with a little girl". 

But perhaps it's not that out of the ordinary. That girl, Sugar. She probably doesn't have a lot of friends her age, since everyone else in the family is an adult. Well, you are one too, but maybe she wants to meet people from the outside? 

Regardless, it doesn't matter. You swore unwavering loyalty to the Donquixote Family when you were inducted. If your job is to play with a little girl, you will play with a little girl.

You put a hand to your chest, and express to Officer Diamante that you will be nothing but successful in your assigned mission.

He nods, pleased. "That's what I like to hear. Good luck, recruit."

For some reason, his words hang in your mind in a foreboding manner. 

"Good luck"...

You were just going to be playing with a child, right?

You follow Diamante's directions to Sugar's room, and soon enough you find yourself upon a mahogany door, a golden plaque atop the door frame with the girl's only name embossed on it. 

It's her room, without a doubt.

But suddenly standing before it, you begin to feel nervous. You don't really know what Sugar is like. And you haven't interacted with any child below the age of a teenager in a long time. Being honest, you don't even really like kids.

That and Officer Diamante's parting words still ring in your memory. Why "good luck"? Is Sugar a really difficult child? It wouldn't be too surprising given her background, you suppose.

Before your doubts can continue to avalanche, you take in a deep breath. 

Whatever.

If you were gonna get unceremoniously thrown out of the organization (or worse) because you couldn't properly play house with a kid, then maybe the thug life just isn't for you after all. 

You finally muster the courage to grab the handle, and turn it to enter the room. 

As soon as you do, what feels like a thousand lifeless, beady eyes pierce into your soul. The room is filled with toys of all shapes and sizes. From lanky clowns made of tin hanging on rafters, to fluffy teddy bears laying on the bed, arms outstretched as if awaiting a hug. 

It's all a lot to take in. But you remember what you actually came here for, and ask yourself...

Where's Sugar?

"Down here." 

An innocent, baby-like voice suddenly replies to your inner thought, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

Sugar was stood right in front of you, basket of grapes in her arms, actively eating away at them. 

Was she there the whole time?! It's as if she blended in with all the toys in the room, what with her red, hooded cape, sporting those bear ears.

Startled as you are, you remember Sugar is a respected member of the family aswell, and you should show proper etiquette in front of her.

You recover as well as you can, and formally introduce yourself to the little girl, stating your name, position, and that you've come to be her "playmate", as Diamante put it.

But Sugar just...stands there, like she didn't hear anything you just said. She sizes you up and down, holding an unimpressed expression. You get the feeling that she already doesn't like you. No, you're pretty much sure of it.

"You're the new guy. I knew Diamante would just pick someone random again..." She spoke in a tone that, despite sounding innocent, radiated an unenthused disappointment. Perhaps the problem after all is that Sugar was really picky about her playmates, for some reason? 

But wait, what did she mean by Diamante picking someone? Did she not choose you for this task herself?

"Whatever. I'll make the most of you." She continued, speaking of you as if you were a mere object to her, making you feel strangely...intimidated?

"From here on, you will be my playmate. And if you don't play along to my liking, I'll turn you into a toy." She said that like a matter of fact, only increasing the pressure you felt coming from her.

You can't manage to speak through your confusion, but Sugar already seems to have read your thoughts.

"That's right. I ate the Hobby-Hobby Fruit, and can turn any living thing into a toy with just a touch. And once I do...no one will remember you anymore." She explained to you, an off-putting smile forming on her previously neutral face.

"Better play along ~" Sugar giggles.

Sugar wanted to go the bathroom with you. Unsettled as you are by what she said, you don't think much of this at first. Kids usually want to be accompanied to the bathroom.

But what really disturbed you is when Sugar asked you, or rather, ordered you to enter the bathroom with her.

It was as fancy as the rest of the palace. A spotless mirror framed in gold, a fancy sink sculpted with all kinds of complex grooves, a large, exquisite marble bathtub built for multiple people.

And of course, a sparkling toilet made of pure, solid gold, which you and Sugar were currently standing in front of.

You can't really wrap your head around why someone would work this hard on something made to dispose of human waste.

But that aside, you really wonder why you were in the bathroom with Sugar. Surely she's old enough to handle herself with this kind of thing, right?

"Let's set the ground rules." Sugar suddenly barks, getting your attention. "When we play, you're not allowed to touch me. But I can touch you as much as I want." She explains.

That sounded strange but fine to you. But she shouldn't she be telling you this when you two actually got to playing?

"Understood?" She doesn't even wait for you to answer. "Good, now take it out." She orders expectantly, both hands now on her hips.

Take "it" out? You look around confused, wondering what she's referring to. Annoyed, she soon elaborated.

"Your dick, idiot. Take it out and show it to me." 

Your...

...what?!

You genuinely hope you misheard that. No, surely you must have. She couldn't possibly mean that. What kind of playing would that even be??

You start to wonder if this is a test. A test of your morals. Yes, that must be it.

You look towards the door, suddenly panicking as you imagine the scenario in your head. Surely Doflamingo himself was listening from behind that door, ready to bust it down at any moment and drown you in this golden toilet if you made the wrong move.

Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain from your ankle, interrupting your train of thought. A kick from a now visibly angry Sugar.

"Oi, are you thick?! What are you looking at the door for?" She yells. "You better not try and escape. I won't even turn you into a toy at that point. I'll go to the Young Master and let him know that you raped me during our playtime. Want to find out what kind of torture he'd prepare for you if he heard that?" Sugar asks with another creepy, gleeful smile, looking almost ecstatic at the thought.

Speechless at this reality, you just shake your head to her.

"Then whip it out!!" She demanded with a stomp to the bathroom floor.

At this point, you start to wonder if this was a bizarre nightmare. But no. This was real. Even if you were dreaming, you'd just wonder what is so wrong with your head that you'd construct this kind of scenario in it.

A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead, and you're unsure of what you should do. 

You decide to fall upon your oath to the family, and slide down your pants just enough for your underwear to be visible, before reaching in them and...

Pulling out your member for Sugar. All while trying to not look down and face your current actions.

Due to Sugar's height you can't tell what she's doing right now, but she's gone quiet. You only manage to hear that she stepped a bit closer to you, probably to more closely inspect what you pulled out.

"Is there something wrong with it?" She asks, audibly confused, force of habit prompting you to look down at her, recoiling from the visual of Sugar's face being only about a meter away from your crotch.

She looks disappointed.

"Why is it so...deflated? All my other playmates had theirs up-right and pointing straight at me." 

"Other playmates"?? She's done this before?! That can't be! You wonder if maybe Sugar's previous playmates taught her some things they really shouldn't have, and that's why she's acting this way?

But before you can even say anything else, to your horror, Sugar wraps one of her tiny hands around your member. 

"Maybe I have to do this...?" To your further horror, she begins to...

Stroke you.

Softly. Gently. Methodically.

She's definitely done this before.

Your lower half begins to betray you, as you slowly but surely harden in the girl's grasp.

"There we go!" She says excitedly, continuing to work you with a smile, reaching her other hand to grab the base of your penis too, now working your entire shaft.

She's disturbingly good at this...

Sooner or later, she has you at full mast, to your utter embarrassment as a human being.

"Huh..." She lets out, studying your length like some long lost artifact from an ancient era. "You're longer than the guys from before...Why?" She looks up at you in an almost cute manner, making your heart skip a beat.

You answer that that's just how it ended up growing, somehow mustering the strength to make words come out your mouth. 

You've been with women before, and they've pretty much all commented on you being longer than the average. You've never considered it all that special though. It's the kind of thing that realistically only gets you so far in life.

"Hm..." 

Suddenly Sugar turned around and went to squat down to the side of the toilet, gesturing to you.

"Face to the side." 

Your confusion remains constant, but so does your loyalty. You turn slightly and are now facing the golden seat, as if you were about to use it.

You look down at Sugar to the side, and see her spitting in her own palm, before reaching up and grabbing your privates again, slathering her saliva all over it in one smooth motion of her hand.

Then she begins to stroke you again proper. Just as before, her technique feels way too good. Her small hand rubs you up and down, twisting and applying pressure at just the right spots. You're ashamed to admit that it feels good.

All the while Sugar's deep blue eyes stare into yours, her expression so neutral so as to be indecipherable. You can't tell whether she's disgusted, indifferent, anything. Maybe it's you imagining it, but she almost looks...

Studious?

"Gonna shoot?" 

Shoot...?

Looks like she knows what she's working towards.

Knowing just to answer questions right now, you tell her that you're close. It wasn't even a lie. She was incredibly good at a handjob.

She takes you for your word, and she starts focusing on just your tip, working you rough and fast now. Your breath hitches in your throat as she relentlessly beats you off.

Sweat drips down your forehead, your body tenses up, your head starts to spin.

And finally you bust in Sugar's hold, your seed firing forward into the cistern and down into the toilet bowl, some of it ending up on the rim of the toilet too. But even as you cum, Sugar doesn't let up, not even as she closely inspects the way your jizz fires out. 

She keeps stroking you each time another rope comes out of your bell-end, as if calling the next one forth, her handiwork certainly good enough to get a good few of those out of you. She continues watching as your reserve peters out, until you're left just leaking from your tip onto the rim.

Only after all that does Sugar finally let go of you, the humid skin on her palm slightly sticking to your member as she pulls away.

She stares into the toilet water where most of your cum had ended up, then right back up at you. 

You still can't read her expression.

"I guess I won't turn you into a toy. Yet." She assures you (or seemingly attempts to).

Still confused, but now also exhausted, you just nod. But now you're anxious of what might be ne-

"Okay, we're done." 

Huh?

"Don't forget to flush." She presses a switch on top of the cistern and the toilet cleans itself out, taking all the DNA you just poured into it down the drain.

"And wash your hands." Sugar's already at the sink, rinsing her hands with soap and water, before shaking them off a bit.

"Oh yeah, there's still some of your stuff on the toilet, so clean it. Okay, see ya." Sugar ran out the bathroom, closing the door behind her, leaving you alone, your spent member still out.

Somehow, you feel that this won't be the last time Sugar uses you.

You sigh...

Hopefully cleaning 24-karat gold isn't too hard.

Chapter Text

"You're still here?!"

Officer Diamante greets you with a shocked expression.

"I mean..." He swiftly composes himself. "You're still here! You're doing better than expected, recruit."

Indeed, it's been just two days since you were called to be Sugar's "playmate", and although she certainly made it sound like the alternative outcome could have been much, much worse, you've been wondering if getting to walk away from that deed is what should have really happened.

Yet regardless, here you are, called to the Royal Palace once again, and you dread to imagine what you'll experience today.

"Err, I know I told you that you probably wouldn't be called up here again for the same reason, but...I guess Sugar's really taken a liking to ya!" 

As you feared. Sugar wants to see you again.

"Really, I hope you don't see it as a bad thing. She tends not to like people, even when it comes to us! Well, besides her sister, atleast." 

Her sister was Monet, that pretty secretary-looking lady, right? You kind of wish you'd be ordered to be her "playmate" instead. 

Either way, you definitely see it as a bad thing.

"In any case, uhh, good luck!"

He wishes you luck just like last time. You start to wonder if Diamante actually knows what being Sugar's playmate actually entails. But then would he really be okay with it?

"Oh, I almost forgot." Suddenly, Officer Diamante turns serious. "Before you go to her room, Sugar actually has a special order she wanted me to relay to you."

You tense up. A "special order"? Coming from the twisted little girl that Sugar has turned out to be, you dread what it might possible be...

"She said..." Diamante's words hang in the air.

"To take a shower."

...

Seriously?

"I know, I know. Women are a real pain when it comes to smells. But look on the bright side. She's allowed you to use the royal bathroom! Your jaw will drop when you lay your eyes on that beaut'." 

Actually, you kind of wished you'd never see the inside of that room ever again.

"Wait, I feel like there was something else...Nah, that should be all. Don't take long now. Sugar's a really demanding girl." 

Yeah, that's for sure...

Hoping Officer Diamante didn't forget anything too important, you head for the shower.

Knock, knock.

You lightly tap on the door to Sugar's room, after much hesitation.

Taking a shower in the glistening bathtub of the Royal Palace was more relaxing than you'd expected, and even you don't think you've smelled this good in ages. 

But it's really little consolation knowing what likely will follow.

"Come in." Sugar's soft voice beckons from behind the door, making you tremble a little. You take a deep breath and walk in.

Her incredibly girly room is pretty much the same as your last visit. The only striking difference was Sugar herself.

She's laying on the side of the bed with her back turned to you, her legs dangling off the bed as she eats out of her basket of grapes, her behind basically aimed towards you.

You think its a pretty weird way to expect someone, but then remember she probably never cared to greet you properly. Regardless, you do still respectfully greet her yourself, as you were taught to do.

She soon flips around on the bed to face you.

"Took you long enough." 

She begins eating another grape, leaving you in suspense until she finishes.

"Last time we played together, you showed promise. So from now on, I'll allow you to play with me in my bedroom." She explains, her deep-blue eyes trained right on you.

"Close the door, then come here." 

You gulp, knowing once you heed that order, you'll be a slave to her whims. Really, you already are.

You do as instructed and shut the door behind you, then step closer to the girl.

You notice her begin to sniff the air. "Oh, good. You don't smell like a dog anymore. I was expecting Diamante to forget to tell you."

You just nod, accepting you'll have to tank some insults throughout this whole thing. But you also recall that Diamante seemed to forget another detail he wanted to give you.

"Okay, let's start playing then." Sugar plops down from the bed and grabs ahold of the rim of your pants, startling you as you instinctively close your eyes. Seems today, she'll get what she wants herself.

Before you can protest, you feel her pulling down your pants and boxers and...

She stops?

You manage to open your eyes and look down.

She's disappointedly staring at your crotch.

"What is this?" She asks, audibly irritated. 

You're obviously confused. Judging from you two's last encounter, she definitely knows what that thing between your legs is.

You ask her what she means, somewhat nervous.

"This!" She suddenly pulls on one of your pubic hairs, just above the base of your penis, causing you to jolt. "Didn't Diamante tell you to cut off this gross stuff too?!" She yells up at you.

Dammit, so that's what he couldn't recall!

You quickly let Sugar know that Diamante forgot to tell you that detail, causing her to stop pulling on you. 

"I knew that idiot would forget something..." She says, scrunching up her face in frustration. You wonder why your hair down there is such a problem now when it wasn't last time.

"So am I supposed to just rip all of this out now?! You men are so disgusting..." She angrily snaps at you again.

Definitely not wanting to find out what that would feel like, you try and propose that you'll quickly go and shave it off yourself.

"No!" She stomps. "It's-It's fine. I guess it's not your fault..." 

Admittedly, you didn't expect such grace.

You feel the familiar sensation of her fingers rubbing across your length as she starts stroking you.

Oh boy...

"I'm not gonna wait any more than this." 

You watch her slowly breathe in and out, regaining herself, then she turns her gaze to match yours.

"Mind not staring at me like that? You look dumb." 

Figuring she was still rather pissed, you just close your eyes again and...enjoy the sensation.

You still didn't like to recognize it, but her hands were amazing beyond explanation. It felt like the best someone's ever handled your length. 

You continue to enjoy the feeling of her soft palms rubbing you along.

When suddenly, something changes.

Something warm, wet and fleshy envelops your rod. Surprised, you have no choice but to open your eyes and look down again.

To see that most of your penis is now in Sugar's mouth, her pale lips wrapped around it, visibly causing her cheeks to bulge out.

You want to do something about this. Push her off. But you remember the rules. You're not allowed to touch her. And you fear the consequences of breaking a rule.

As you are stuck just standing there, looking down, Sugar takes in more of you, stopping right at the root. It seems she didn't want to bump her face into your pubic hair, hence why she was mad at you not shaving. It also explains why she asked you to shower.

Then Sugar pulls her lips back along your girth, then she presses forward again, now working you with the tightness of her small mouth, her saliva acting as a lubricant.

The way her cheeks puff out from having you in her mouth reminds you of how a hamster would shove stuff into their cheek compartments, making you wonder how she didn't seem to be struggling much at all. 

Infact, this felt even better than her hands.

Sugar keeps on bobbing her head back and forth, her tongue dragging along the underside of your cock. Just as with her hands, she knows exactly how to work you off, squelching noises coming out as more of her drool slathers your member.
She begins to speed up, bobbing her head fast enough for her hood to fall back. Eventually she opens her eyes to stare up at you. Strange, considering she didn't like you looking down at her before. 

Maybe she likes your current expression more.

Something suddenly presses into your balls.

It's Sugar's fingers.

She's fondling your testicles as she sucks you off, swirling her fingers into them in circular motions. Not enough to hurt thankfully, but enough to add to the amazing sensations all over your dick.
It doesn't take long for her to bring you to the edge, as your rod starts to throb in her mouth. She seems to sense it, and starts working the base of your shaft with her hands. She's practically funneling the sperm out of your balls.

You moan as you cum in her mouth.

As soon she realizes, she just takes you deep down her throat, applying pressure to your cock with the her tongue and the roof of her mouth. It feels good enough to make your legs shake.

She swallows it all down, without even gagging, much to your surprise. You've been with grown women that have struggled with that.

Once you're finished firing into her stomach, she slowly slides her lips off of your length, taking in a breath of fresh air as she does so. She probably needed that. Then she licks her lips, in a long, drawn-out fashion.

With her mouth now free, she says only one thing.

"Salty."

You're once again stood before her, feeling extremely drained and extremely guilty. Weirdly skilled as she was, what you were doing was way below your moral code. Even if you are a criminal, this is something you can't do without any qualms, even if ordered.

You seriously start to wonder if there's any way out of this that doesn't include you becoming a lifeless corpse.

"I'm gonna be busy, so that's all for today."

Thank God, you think.

"But next time, shave. And save up for me."

Eh? Save up?

"Your cum. That stuff I just gulped down. I want even more next time. After all, it belongs to me."

For some reason, her deadpan, demanding words spark something in you, and before you realize it, your spent cock is twitching back to life.

"Hm? It got up again..." She notes, poking her finger against your tip, which hurts a little, but also makes you realize you've gotten hard again.

"Jeez, I'm said I'm busy today! You better not waste a single drop until next time, you hear?" She raises her voice.

You simply agree to her demands like the servant you are, but deep down, you question why you just got excited by a little girl's words...

"Good boy."

Your cock twitches again, getting even harder.

"Oi, enough!" 

She punches your dick.

Which hurts a lot more.