Both their faces were bloodshot in the dark, their heavy breathing through their noises breaking the cells silence. A blue eye stared into brown pleadingly. They were being forced to do something that usually would bring them such pleasure, but this was far from it. It was torture. They had both been stripped down of their clothes and perhaps their dignity, finding themselves with slave collars around their necks.

Their arms were bound behind them, a gag around their mouths and metal chains at their ankles. Sanji's throat let out another mortifyingly embarrassed moan, following a chain of many he'd had before. They were being forced on each other, intimately. The cook, sweating now, found himself straddled onto Zoro. That wasn't even near the worst though. Their members, rock hard, were tied together, eliminating any relief for the men.

Behind them, as they winced, a toy they weren't familiar with but had them at it's mercy. It entered both of them from their weak point at once and made their bodies tense, thrusting in further whenever either of them moved even in the slightiest. Sanji clenched his teeth, glancing away from the Marimo and towards the shadow, glaring at the shape of a chair, observing them. Their new master, the sick bastard.

A shock jolted through his neck from his collar because he'd become distracted. He flung his head back, yelling in pain as he moved forward. Zoro groaned into his gag as the toy inside him moved as Sanji did, his cock throbbing against the blondes hopelessly. Sanji's head raised again, his eye meeting Zoro's again apologetically. Both of them felt so disgusting, never wanting to do it this way, for someone's eye candy.

"Faster."

Zoro's eyes met him again in silent conversation, but his expression wasn't as sorry or pleading. It was annoyed. The swordsman was pissed at the spektical he'd become and realized what this was doing to the cook. His expression, still wincing at the power his desires held and how much he needed release soon, just told Sanji to continue. He was ready, he could handle it.

Sanji closed his eyes, having read the Marimo's message. He took a deep breath before grinding himself forward against the boarder man, both of them whining a moan through their fabric gags. The toy inside them burned at their insides, thrusting rough deeper inside as Sanji continued to move. Their Master didn't feel the need to grant them lube or any kind of preparation for the matter which made it all worse.

Zoro's body visably tensed as he braced himself for another orgasm running through him he couldn't experience. It was a painful and sensitive shock that shuddered through his body to his groin, where it couldn't escape. His member pulsated next to Sanji's wanting a release. Knowing exactly what was happening, Sanji looked away, unable not to feel guilty at what he witnessed.

He knew to well the feeling, having already experienced it once himself. And unfortunately, he could feel himself beginning to rise to another. Another shock at his neck forced him to grind forward through, against Zoro's ache during his helplessness. The toy inside both of them, reached far enough that it was smothering their hotspots and making their insides burn more.

It was so unbearable, feeling the absolute need to release but unable to, screaming muffledly out in both pain and pleasure while they put on a show for some sick fuck. Zoro felt Sanji's shudder on top of him, narrowing his eyes as he watched him experience more forced impatience. He watched as Sanji's gag became moist from the blondes increased panting and vocals. How much longer could he take? His eye's widen though when he was able to interpret his name muffled from Sanji's cries.

He could feel the shock on his neck though at showing a response, his hips buckling up. If they could hear over their own noises, they would have been able to pinpoint a laughter from the observing shadow. He moved his fingers on his controls, shocking the cook once more, a third and final time.

Sanji's body slummed forward, unconscious. The sensations of the torture on top of the shocking proving to much for him. Zoro studied his face, painfully. Sanji didn't deserve that. Their master sighed, seemingly disappointed in the blonde's action. He rose from his seat in the shadows.

"Untie them." He demanded to another few slaves who had been watching from their places in the corners. "We'll play with them again tomorrow."
The other slaves didn't hesitate when being told, moving towards the two men. They hesitantly bent down around them. One reached out, avoiding the swordsman's glare as they moved forward to take off the tie. Another slowly removed the toy from inside them which made a groan escape his throat from the feeling of something sliding against his sore walls and out. Their expressions were all blank. Once Zoro was free from the ties he let out a long hiss, finally able to meet his release as he closed his eyes, cumming between himself and the cook. It prompted a small chuckle again from the shadows.

When a few of the slaves began pulling Sanji off of him though and away, a slight panic ran through him. He didn't want them taking the cook out of his sight. Who knew what they could be doing. He resisted against them as they tried getting him up by his bound hands. He jumped up to his feet, struggling, growling into his gag, pushing the slaves down like they were nothing- until of course that familiar sting at his neck veins.

Zoro fell to his knees, trying to brace it. Fuck, this must have been at the highest power setting since he felt his body struggle not to give up.

"Now now," His master hummed. "Bad boys need to be taught lessons."

The shadow slowly moved to the door, then looked back to give instructions.

"Leave the blonde, take the big one. Let's try an experiment."