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Sanji cracked opened his eyes and blinked to make sure they were open. The room was pitch black. Black as the night sky in the suburban fields, or in this case, a perfect vision of what hell looked like.

After contemplating, he figured out three things.

One, he was confined in a dark room.

Two, he was tied up and suspended in the air. He quickly realized this after the first idea after he felt his wrists were tied behind his back and no matter how much he writhed around, his feet did not touch the ground.

Three, he was naked because the ropes were digging into his skin quite easily.

And four, wait, why was there a four? ...Who the fuck cares?

Four, this whole situation caused him to feel extremely hot, both inside and out. He felt his manhood spring up from the thought but something caught him off guard. He wanted to glance down but it was so dark he couldn't even see himself. Frustrated he decided to keep his mind off the odd predicament by predicting who the stupid fucking perverted bastard was that put him here.

He had someone in mind but he didn't expect this. That man did not seem like the type to do this stunt. That man acted more than a virgin, more than the brute swordsman everyone on the belated Merry Go knew. The way he freaked out constantly when Nami showed off her belly button. If he was not into women, how about men? That was why during that large Barbeque Party; he approached him subtly and flirted with him.

Yes they exchanged a few dirty lines and kisses, but he didn't exactly calculate how much that turned that man on. Which Sanji liked; he loved those kinds of men who flared up with lust and sex with a few seductive words.

Suddenly, a bright light filtered through the room and the cook had to squint from the split second blindness. The source of the light was from the door that that certain someone had opened. There was the shipwright with the dirty blond hair all pulled back neatly. His cigar hung over his firm lips, which reminded Sanji's empty mouth that he wanted a cigarette really badly.

From the light, Sanji was able to observe what the man had done on him. The shipwright's famous thick, coarse ropes wrapped around Sanji's pale body neatly and snug. Numerous of ropes were used to keep the cook off the floor and with complicated knots. He was quite impressed, all except for his dick. At his hardening tip, a shiny red ribbon was tied into a cute fancy bow.

Sanji lifted his head up to examine those eyes drowning in lust, "You're fucking dirty."

Paulie smirked as he removed his jacket, "Really? I thought you love it."

The cook joined in with the smile, "Come in here so I could show you how much I love it."

The End