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Through the long hallways of the Figarland mansion echoed a cacophony of muffled cries, desperate begging and growls loud enough to be heard by anyone who passed by the door leading to the master bedroom.

Beyond the double winged door lay three young men entangled in a pile of naked flesh and sweat, messing up the silken sheets as they fought for their preferred position.

"That's it," Shanks hissed, teeth on full display towards his older brother, who looked ready to kill him on sight, if this fight continued. "I'm taking his pussy, he likes my dick more than yours, anyways. Right, Buggy?"

Buggy could hardly form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. While Shanks was sizing up his brother, he couldn’t keep his hand off his ass, kneading it with such intensity that it'd surely leave bruises. He was marking territory, laying his claim on Buggy before Shamrock could. The older twin merely scoffed at Shanks and continued to lap at Buggy's erect nipples.

"Don’t let him control you, darling. Only you decide what you prefer," purred Shamrock like a true gentleman, batting his eyelashes as he gazed up into Buggy's flushed face. "I would be so gentle with you, dear, you wouldn’t feel any pain."

"Yeah, right, he wouldn’t feel anything because you're not big enough to fill him out," mocked Shanks, his greedy hand inching closer to Buggy's cunt, still hidden under the only piece of clothing which hadn’t been torn off in their lustful frenzy.

"We're twins, you dunce! I'm just as big as you are!" Shamrock snapped as he abruptly stopped sucking on Buggy's sensitive nipples, he mewled in pure desperation, missing his tongue already. Even worse for the younger man, both twins had stopped feeling him up in favor of butting heads.

Their cocks were indeed the same size, though Shanks' packed more girth and had never bothered to cut his pubic hair, making it quite the chore to blow him. Not to mention all the tiny scars on his shaft, remnants of past lovers Buggy did not wish to be reminded of. Shamrock's dick was divinely pure on comparison, no marks and finely curled red locks, which had no doubt been styled by some very (un-) fortunate slave.

Buggy looked back and forth between the brothers and their cocks, screw their endless bickering and stupid fights! He hadn’t snuck into their mansion to watch these two idiot redheads be at each other’s throat, he came here to get his brains fucked out. With a long, tired sigh he sat up and gathered all his strength to yell:

"I don’t care which one of you fucks me when and where, just stop fighting and do it!"

Shanks and Shamrock both fell silent, their anger was forgotten for a moment. The younger twin let go of Shams' shoulder and sat between Buggy's legs, he spread them for the brothers, thighs quivering in anticipation. Shamrock pushed his brother to the side and licked his lips. Their red eyes were both focused in on the wet patch on Buggy's panties.

"Fine then, how about we play rock-paper-scissors to find out-" Shanks' word got stuck in his throat at the sound of the door flying open and smashing against the wall.

"What's with this ungodly noise at this hour? Have you two gone mad?" The booming voice of their father threw all three of them out of their headspace.

While Shanks just stared blankly at Garling with his dick shamelessly out on display, Shamrock acted quick and covered Buggy's cunt with one hand and the rest of his body with his own. He kept his head bowed and eyes squeezed shut, praying that his father would let them off lightly this time.

Garling slowly approached the bed. He grabbed Shamrock by the braid in his hair and yanked his body upwards, forcing him to sit and look his disappointed father straight in the eyes.

"Answer me. What is this?" The blond man hissed, red eyes raking over the small body of the young thing shivering under the two brothers. Buggy covered his face with both of his hands, death would have been a kinder fate than being caught naked by Garling of all people.

"Well, as you can see- we're a little busy here. So … maybe you should leave, dad," Shanks spoke with all the visceral disgust he harbored for his father.

Shamrock could feel the anger in his father rise, his hand always began to shake before he got violent, those strong fingers tore at the hair on his scalp.

"That's Buggy, father, we were bored and picked him up at the slave market. That's all," he answered him dutifully, earning a glare from Shanks and Buggy.

Garling nodded approvingly and released his iron grip on his son's hair. "Do I need to remind you two, that we Figarlands do not bother with sex slaves? We're no beasts. Dispose of him, quickly."

Buggy's vision turned blurry, he should have listened to the bad feeling in his gut when he had climbed up the high walls of the mansion and squeezed through the window just to find himself in a life or death situation. He grabbed Shanks' wrist for comfort and the man held his hand, still staring defiantly at his father.

Shamrock lifted his hand and was about to leave the bed when a quiet hum escaped his father's lips and he was too stunned to move. Garling's eyes rested on the small mound between Buggy's legs, he was pleasantly surprised what he found down there, or rather the lack there of. With newfound curiosity he gestured for Shamrock to sit back down and put one knee on the edge of the bed. He was taller than his sons, the mattress was squeezed down under his weight as he took his spot between his confused sons.

"There is nothing more embarrassing than raising two boys who are equally incapable of pleasuring their partner, perhaps I ought to teach you two a lesson instead. Watch," Garling commanded.

Buggy didn’t dare to speak up against any of this, he was too busy focusing on his breathing and rapid heart beat. There was truly no escape, not with three powerful men ogling him at once, fucking him with just their eyes. He was beyond reason, all he cared about was a good fuck, if Garling of all people would be the one to put an end to his misery, he would gladly shove aside his morals.

The older knight ripped Buggy's panties in half with nothing more than a flick of his wrist, the young man winced, but all fear was quickly replaced by newfound pleasure as experienced fingers danced over his swollen lips. Garling's carefully trimmed nails touched his clit with unmatched precision, the man knew exactly where to rub and prod to bring Buggy to the edge of sanity within seconds. He was kicking his legs, which was quickly stopped by Shamrock holding his right leg, Shanks hesitated before grabbing the left. They kept them spread wide for their father.

What kind of relationship did they all have with each other?

"Were you two going to take her unprepared like a couple of mutts?" Garling asked, never taking his eyes off Buggy's pretty hole, opening up for him so eagerly.

"Buggy is a man," Shanks reminded him sternly.

Garling stroked over his stubble before shrugging his shoulders and sticking two of his fingers between Buggy's folds. "Of course he is."

Buggy couldn’t tell if the bored tone in his voice was sarcasm or his usual demeanor, all these celestial dragons were too arrogant to ever let their genuine emotions slip through. He did not dwell long on that thought, those two long digits entering and exploring his depths stole his ability to think critically. Buggy needed this, badly.

"First off, you're going to get your whore wet enough that you can fit three fingers inside them, unless you enjoy hurting them, then I suggest skipping this step," explained Garling a bit too matter-of-factly for Shanks' taste.

"We're not virgins anymore," he argued.

"You certainly behave like you are." Garling added a third finger, pulling out a beautiful moan from Buggy. The noised this slave was making was having an effect on him too, his erection was straining against the fabric of his tight riding pants, begging to be freed and touched. "Good boy, do you think you can take all three of us?"

Buggy hadn’t expected for his opinion to matter at all, he felt like he had been reduced to a sex doll for their entire family of self-proclaimed Gods, so he stammered and merely bucked his hips to show he was needy for pleasure above all else.

"Yes," he croaked out, when he noticed the frown on the older man's face he quickly added- "Yes, master."

"He's our slave," Shanks once again provoked him, the disappointment of how eager Shamrock and Buggy were to behave was grinding his gears.

"Bought with my money, I presume? He is my property as much as he is yours, we will share him like we share everything. Now be quiet and get into position, we will show our doll what it means to belong to our family."

Garling leaned forward and lifted Buggy up into his arms, he was shaking like a scared deer about to be eaten - considering the horror stories he had heard of what the blonde knight was capable of, he half-expected to be torn apart and for his flesh to be split between all three wolves. His shaky breath hit Garling's chest, his uniform smelled like the expensive perfume he wore, but even the strongest note could not hide the stench of blood and death. It was much stronger than on either of the twins.

"Don’t be afraid, I have satiated my hunger for rabbit today. You will only serve to pleasure and teach my sons," Garling's voice wasn’t used to speaking so gently, his attempt at a purr to soothe Buggy sounded more like the growl of a lion.

"Shanks, lie down, you’re filthy and unwashed, you do not deserve more than to take our doll from behind," he ordered and Shanks, albeit reluctantly and under silent curses, obeyed. Despite his father's presence, he was still hard, his cock twitching at the excitement of being shoved deep into Buggy's tightest hole.

"Shamrock, you'll keep his mouth stuffed, but make sure he doesn’t choke. The feeling of a whore's spasm as they die on your cock is quite pleasurable but now isn’t the time," Garling continued as he lowered Buggy down onto Shanks' chest.

What was that about him dying and pleasure? Buggy's worries were silenced by the warmth of Shanks' hairy chest pressing against his back. The redhead's wet tip was poking at his cunt and Shanks fought with all his restraint not to disobey his old man and take that ripe pussy for himself. He reached down and adjusted his erection so it pointed towards Buggy's unprepared hole instead. He tried to squirm away, but what little freedom of movement he had, was swiftly taken by Garling lifting his legs above his tall shoulders to get a better view of the small tuft of blue hair adorning Buggy's pretty pussy.

Shamrock moved to sit by Buggy's face, he turned around and his massive length slapped against his cheek, pre-cum dripping on his lips. He licked it all up and moaned at the taste, an excellent stroke to Shamrock’s ego. He patted him affectionately, played with his hair while holding his cock up to Buggy's mouth.

Garling opened his belt with practice ease, he shoved his hand into his pants and pulled his cock out. Buggy gasped, opening his mouth just wide enough for Shamrock to shove his dick inside. The young prince bit his lip, he couldn’t bring himself to moan while the cruel eyes of his father judged him mercilessly. He focused on Buggy's pretty face, on the red lipstick he smeared all over his shaft as he pounded into his mouth. Buggy's eyes slowly fell shut as he began to enjoy being used like a toy.

"Buggy, fuck that's good," Shamrock whispered.

"Language," Shanks teased, he was jerking himself as he waited for his father to get into position.

Garling's cock was even more impressive than the lengths his sons wielded, it was curved a bit like his hair, blond almost translucent hair covered his balls and from little Buggy could see with his own face full of cock, it would hurt, bad.

And then everything happened too fast for Buggy to comprehend.

Shanks bullied his way inside him, tearing his anus open until it bled and he could comfortably nestle his entire girth in his ass, where he began to thrust in and out once he had given Buggy hardly any time to adjust. Tears ran down his face, spreading his blue face paint and mascara all over his hollowed out cheeks. He wanted to scream in both pain and pleasure, but he firmly gagged by Shamrock's might. Who was quickly losing his composure, he buried both of his hands in Buggy's hair as he face-fucked him selfishly.

Garling rubbed his cock over Buggy's mound, it was hot and hard as a steel rod, Buggy bucked his hips as much as he could, though he was already stuffed full from two sides, he longed to have all three of his holes plugged and fucked until he forgot his own name.

"I'm proud of you, sons," Garling announced and both of his boys looked at him like puppies eager for praise. "You've brought such a well behaved whore into our house, if he survives us, perhaps we can keep him. Like a pet. Would you like that, little
mortal?"

Buggy nodded, it was barely visible and his neck ached from just that small movement, but Garling had caught it despite that. A cruel smile appeared on his usually stern face, Buggy knew that meant nothing good, but right now he was ecstatic at the possibility of receiving such pleasure every day of his life.

Garling gave Buggy's pussy a few more hearty slaps, just to focus the whore's attention on him alone, he wanted, no, needed him to feel every inch of him invading his body, spearing him open on his cock and testing the limits of his flesh. Buggy was eager to please his Gods, as he sucked on Shamrock, swirling his tongue around his shaft and kissing his tip feverishly, and bled on Shanks' greedy cock, he realized that adding one more Figarland to the mix truly wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

"Keep your legs on my shoulders and look at me," Garling commanded him and Buggy locked eyes with him, as terrifying as it was.

The blond knight forced his way inside him, the curve of his cock soon became visible on Buggy's stomach as his body struggled to make space for all of it. It felt like his organs were being pushed away, his flesh was nothing more than a vessel of lust for his new master.

"How does he feel?" Shanks asked breathlessly, spreading kisses all over Buggy's neck.

"Tight as a virgin and wet like a seasoned breeding bitch," Garling admitted, his calm voice beginning to crack under the pressure of Buggy's pussy convulsing around him, milking him after every cruel thrust. It's like his slutty cunt wanted to be in pain. There was no doubt in his mind, this little blue haired bitch was born to become a sex slave. He would be the one exception to his rule.

Shanks smirked, the heavy smell of sex must have soothed the resentment for his father as he fell into a steady rhythm with him. Both of their cocks stuffed Buggy so full that he couldn’t move his legs or he risked breaking his bones. Through the thin line of flesh and skin separating his entrances their dicks rubbed against each other, creating even more friction for all three of them.

Shamrock grabbed Buggy's chin, which briefly got him the younger man's attention, though his eyes were only half open, mascara ran down his face in long, back stripes.

"Did you hear that, darling? We're going to keep you. Forever. You'll never have to worry about food or money again, isn’t that nice?" Shamrock's expression was just as cruel as that of his father. Buggy nodded eagerly once more. "Hmm, good boy."

"Dad," Shanks growled as he chewed on Buggy's ear, his sweaty hair sticking to his face.

Garling looked up from the mesmerizing sight of his meat entering and leaving Buggy's hole again and again to look at his son. "Yes, Shanks?" He could hardly speak.

"I'm gonna-," he moaned straight into Buggy's ear, his dick twitched hard inside his butt, hard enough to cause Buggy to flinch and nearly bite down on Shamrock's dick.

"You will come when I command you, behave, you brat," was all Garling told him before he made it his goal to ruin Buggy's hole with all his strength.

Shanks was out of breath, but he persisted, trying to outfuck his old man.

All three Celestials filled Buggy up so good like no one had ever before, all three of their cocks mercilessly slamming into all holes of his body made him feel incredibly full and loved. It brought him peace to surrender his body to the Gods, have them decide over his fate, what good was the freedom of a pirate if he spent all his life alone? Searching for nothing other than this?

"Shanks, Shamrock," Garling nodded towards his sons who immediately understood.

Shanks came first, the sudden heat filling his anus was strange and new to Buggy, the redhead howled as he came inside him over and over again. He had always been the noisiest out of the two twins, he could hardly come down from his high. But Buggy didn’t have the time to dwell any longer on how pretty Shanks looked with his brains fucked out.

Shamrock shot a hot load down his throat, force-feeding him his cum in thick ropes, sticking uncomfortably to the insides of his mouth. He fought so hard to keep quiet, but Buggy saw the blush on his pale face as he swallowed every last drop of his divine seed. His cum tasted salty, but not unpleasantly so, it was easy to tell he only ate the finest things. He deep throated him one last time, far enough to kiss his balls and nuzzle his pubic hair.

"Is he fertile?" Garling asked, sweat dripping from his brows, his sons were hardly able to look at him, he hadn’t ceased his thrusts, the onslaught on Buggy's pussy wouldn’t end until he had cum.

"Not that I know," Shamrock replied - looking down at Buggy with uncertainty in his eyes.

Garling couldn’t be bothered to pull out. He moved forward until Buggy's body was curled under him, forced into a mating press right on top of Shanks, who couldn’t help but stroke his half-hard cock at the sight of his father dominating Buggy so easily.

"I love you," Shanks whispered into his ear, giving him a reassuring smile.

Shamrock's cock slipped out between Buggy's swollen lips, he swallowed the mixture of spit and cum in his mouth as he could finally release all those noises which he had been denied before.

"Sing for your Gods," their father ordered.

Buggy panted for him like a dog, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, he couldn’t tell right from left or up from down, all that mattered was the fat cock between his legs racing him closer to the finish line. Shanks held him by the waist, Shamrock squeezed his hand - he truly did feel loved.

"Come for us, pet!"

The mattress creaked as a violent twitch coursed through Buggy's entire body, his pussy spasmed around Garling's cock and after a few more lazy thrusts he was stuffing him up with the biggest load he had been given that day. When he pulled out, Buggy was leaking from all three holes. His pussy lips still opened and closed as if to beg for more, his asshole dripped with cum and on his tongue he tasted nothing but salt.

Garling let Buggy fall onto Shanks as he pulled away to fix his hair and stand up.

"And … did you two learn your lesson?" Garling asked while stuffing away his softening dick.

"Yes, of course, father," Shamrock nodded as he cuddled up to Buggy's side, resting his chin on his chest.

"Uh huh," Shanks seemed back to his usual self, he glared at his father, then smiled at Buggy all of a sudden and hugged him from the other side.

"We're keeping him under one condition, he belongs to the entire Figarland family. Not just you greedy boys." His words left no room to argue, though Shanks was almost eager to try.

The blond knight turned around to leave his sons with their newfound toy, already coming up with new ideas on what he could do to their slave.

Shanks and Shamrock fell asleep cuddling Buggy, whose mind was slowly beginning to unravel the insanity of what had just taken place.

… Oh God, what had he done?