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Crocodile towered over Shanks with his massive frame, his shadow swallowing that of the redhead pinned to the bed. The barrel of his pistol scraped first across the damp skin of his chest, slowly sliding up along his throat until it grazed his cheek. Shanks inhaled sharply, the metallic stench of the weapon filling his nose before it pushed between his parted lips. The acrid taste of iron flooded his mouth at once—heavy, cold, bitter. His stomach clenched, his muscles trembled—a mix of fear and feral excitement.
He shuddered when, at the same time, Crocodile’s massive cock pressed against his swollen clit, rubbing over his slick lips. A strangled moan rose in his throat, but the barrel silenced it. Saliva began to drip from the corners of his mouth, trailing down his chin, clinging to his red beard. His eyes desperately sought those of the man holding him down, begging, already glazed over with desire.
A cruel smile split Crocodile’s face. He withdrew the weapon slowly, letting his bruised lips part on a gasp. His violet eyes scanned every twitch, every ragged breath of the younger man. With the tip of his hook, he brushed against his drenched sex, the icy steel contrasting with the sticky heat of his nectar. Shanks moaned louder, his hips chasing that fleeting touch, begging for more.
Crocodile leaned close to his ear, his gravelly voice biting into him like fangs.
“You like this, don’t you? You like being watched like a little whore on display?”
Then he pressed the gun against his cheek and ordered:
“Say it.”
Shanks’s lower lip trembled, his tear-bright eyes locked on his.
“Yes… I like it… I like that you control me…” he confessed, ashamed, his voice broken by ragged breaths.
Then Crocodile grabbed him roughly, spreading his thighs, and slammed into him in one brutal thrust. Shanks screamed, his bound wrists twisting against the coarse ropes that cut into his skin. His cunt stretched to take in the monstrous girth, his belly rising as if something were filling him to the core. Pain tore through him, but it melted instantly into a blazing wave of pleasure, leaving him breathless.
Each thrust reverberated through his entire body, his pelvis reduced to a burning knot. The musky scent of Crocodile, mixed with sweat and the gunpowder still clinging to the weapon, drowned his senses until he nearly fainted. The bed creaked, his chest slammed against the man’s with every brutal stroke. His mouth opened in hoarse cries, broken “more”s and “please”s torn apart by lack of air.
His eyes nearly rolled back. His throat bore Crocodile’s bite marks, sucked deep until the bruises bloomed violet. Saliva and tears mingled on his ruined face. His body arched, each deeper thrust driving him closer to madness.
“Thank you… thank you… thank you…” he babbled, the words spilling like a helpless prayer. His fingers clutched at the ropes, palms raw from the effort, as if he could anchor himself to reality.
Orgasm crashed into him like a storm. He jerked, convulsing beneath Crocodile’s weight. His thighs locked, his abs twisted, every muscle screaming with ecstasy. The spasms wracked him for what felt endless, each wave drowning him, draining him hollow.
Face drenched, cheeks burning, lips bitten bloody, Shanks was nothing but a gasping wreck. His chest heaved with difficulty, his body laid open like a broken doll.
Crocodile, panting but relentless, bent down and licked along his jaw. His predatory grin gleamed through the shadow.
“Don’t you dare fall asleep, little dog. I’m not done with you yet.”
A faint whimper escaped Shanks. His half-closed eyes held no resistance, no reason. Crocodile wanted him again— and he belonged only to him.
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