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By now, you’d gotten accustomed, in some backwards way, to your new romantic arrangements. The novelty, and the unpredictability of it. This was not the pedestrian kind of courtship you’d ever had before: The money, the men, the absolutely unspeakable things said men would want to do time and time again. And what some would see and clutch their pearls, you’d look at as an avenue to whet your curiosity. This relationship, this triad- it made things feel boundless, endless for you. It made possibilities and fantasies start to flood your brain during waking hours: Love-making and touching and sweet-talking occupying every free fold of your brain matter where poetry, recipes, and the old instructions from some abandoned job used to live.
Maybe, that’s what people would call broken, to think about sex so often. They broke you down, you could imagine your well-meaning friend scolding you for your new habits, your addiction. But you knew, that for every time a cell in you shifted, every time something snapped in you, you’d watch the same reaction bubble in whichever man fell across from you. That’s the funny thing- As dominant as both of these men could be, they’d never hesitate to defer to your small voice in the big, endless room. And so, how much of a pit of power differentials could this be? Testing out your voice in this vast expanse, you decide to elucidate upon one of the daydreams that had splayed out across your mind when sitting in the afternoon sun, the redness of your thoughts and midday heat tinting your cheeks a rosy stain, twice as hard as usual.
Being strategically playful, politically coy, you rattle your drink and casually shoot off in the direction of Doflamingo and Crocodile:
“I’ve been thinking about things… Things we could all try, together.”
The ears of the two men perk up, inquisitive about what you’ve been brewing up in that head of yours.
“What kinds of things, hm?” Doflamingo leans up in his seat, propping his elbows on his knees to listen closer.
You turn to him, still swishing your drink in circular motions with your wrist, trying to play it cool:
“Well… Those powers of yours, Doffy… They’ve always intrigued me. Sometimes, it’s been scary to have you use me like that,, but I think I’d like to see what you could do with complete control. You flash a wicked smile at him.
From the other side of the room, Crocodile chimes in:
“And where do I come into this, exactly?”
You turn to meet his gaze, and through your grin you say:
“You come in wherever you’d like, if you understand… Come on.”
Putting your glass down on the table, you wag your finger at both of them, leading them into the bedroom. You sit yourself down on the edge of the mattress, both of them standing in front of you.
“I think it’s been a while since all three of us have done something fun together, hm? Not since that first night. I miss both of you together…”
You’re coyly curled up on the mattress, flashing wide, pouty eyes up to face them. They look towards each other, and you can tell that in their own minds, there’s more ideas swirling around. Crocodile nods, walking towards one of the nightstands. When he returns to the foot of the bed, he’s carrying an eye mask. Grazing your chin with the dull edge of his hook, he beckons you closer to put the mask over your eyes. From complete darkness, you hear the familiar growl of his voice:
“I just thought, to make things a bit more interesting. Another element of surprise.”
Your breath shortens in anticipation as you feel the icy metal leave your jaw, and the sensation of your body starting to shift. Doflamingo has wasted no time, manipulating your limbs to flip you onto all fours at the edge of the bed. Slowly, you feel your spine being arched down, arms flattening and splaying against the sheets until your chest has laid flat, knees still propping up your bottom half on full display to the men behind you. You're trying to guess whose hands are on you right now: from the length and grace of the fingers caressing up the back of your thigh, grabbing at your ass cheek to spread you open, you can only venture to guess that it's Doflamingo. Next, you feel the sensation of licking and biting up and down your thighs and ass- but these love-bites had the presence of a crooked, toothy canine grin that you recognized from Crocodile. With a heavy pull on your wrist, your hand is placed onto your vulva, fingers spreading your lips apart as you feel the arch in your back intensify. To yourself, face pressed into the sheets, you whisper:
“I should have stretched before this- I've never been bent over so prone before. I didn't even know my back could fold over like this, fuck…”
The discomfort was softened by the gentle manipulation of your middle finger over your clit, ring and index still prying you open. A strong, thick tongue starts to lap at you, grazing your middle finger as your hand is still being guided by Doflamingo's command.
There's a low, deviant laugh coming from Doflamingo- you can hear it a slight distance away from your body:
“Don't mind me, just enjoying the view for now.”
In response, you feel a low rumble from Crocodile behind you, the vibrations of his voice compounding the pleasure of his tongue laving against you. As Crocodile continues to hungrily, desperately, prostrate himself before you, the pinch of his hook on the front of your thigh starts to dig into your flesh. A sick, satisfied moan escapes your mouth.
“Yesss… Yes Sir… Harder… I know it's youuu…”
With this, you feel the hook pierce flesh and start to draw up your leg. The icy-hot sensation of blood drawn up your thigh paired with the relentless circling of your clit was overwhelming you with pleasure. At first, you didn't know how to feel about being blindfolded. You had expected to have some modicum of sensory control over this entire experience, but you were happy that you had relented and let go completely. The darkness was grounding you in the moment with little distraction. This combination of sensations on your body would have short-circuited you past the point of being able to climax, but the deprivation of your sight placed you fully into the experience. With one last mesmerizing motion of Crocodile’s lips and tongue, you feel your nerves release into orgasm:
“Y-yes… Right… Right there… Ah…!”
You couldn't help yourself, letting out animalistic moans starting with a high-pitched squeak and devolving into a throatier, heaving sigh.
Hands lower from your groin as you feel Crocodile pull back from you. Once again, it's just you laid prone on the bed.
Barely catching your breath, you feel your body flipped onto its back. Furthermore, you're shifting upwards, towards the headboard. You can hear one of the men crawling towards you through the sheets, and a low voice you know to belong to Doflamingo speaks up:
“Sit back, get comfortable, that way I can bend your legs back just the way I want to”
These words hit you, breathy and closer than anticipated, as the back of your head hits the pillow. As if he could hear your musings on your lack of preparedness and flexibility before, you feel threads tightening around your ankles and straightening your legs into a spread-eagle position. You can feel a subtle cruelty in the way that Doflamingo is testing your limits- a slight strain on your hips and knees that remind you that it's been quite a while since you've had your agility tested like this.
“I… I don't think I can bend any further, Doffy… Please…”
You hear his sadistic laughter at the base of your hips, arms pinned above your head. In a teasing lilt, he says:
“Nonsense, my little puppet. I know you can be obedient, just the way you were that first night. I can smell it on you- that desperation to please. We just need to break you in a little more. Once I'm done with you, I'm sure you'll feel more than comfortable in this position, fufu”
You're whimpering now, a slight pool of tears in your eyes as the strain on your widening hips starts to burn. You expect to hear some protests from the other man in the room, but instead you feel the form of Crocodile approaching you from the other side of the bed. In your ear, another cruel whisper:
“I hate to be so unkind to you, but our friend is right… Now come on, keep holding yourself right there, our good girl. The more we train you tonight, the easier it will get for every other evening.”
Sadistic raspy laughter hits your ear at the end of this sentence, punctuated with Crocodile's canine tooth pinching at your earlobe. In response, you can barely croak out:
“Oh… Okay… Y-yes, sir…”
Between heaving breaths, you relent.
“I'll be a good girl…”
As you give in, you feel your legs snap closed to frame the shoulders of Doflamingo- the lift of your hips to meet his stature, towering even when knelt on the bed, created an angle between you and him that made his erection immediately hit a soft spot within you. When you had first fucked him that day in the desert, you didn't want to admit the discomfort that arose from the sheer length of him.
You had slightly winced through it, playing it cool, secretly happy to have not had to walk much at all for the rest of that afternoon. Tonight, your bottom half slightly lifted off of the surface of the bed, the sensation of him hammering deep inside you was still intense, still all-consuming, but it made a mounting euphoria build in you.
With the speed of his thrusts amplifying, Doflamingo starts to tease you once more:
“Ahh, that's a good little whore…”
And with one sharp exhale, you feel his fingernail scrape against your forehead, an indication he’s brushing damp strands of hair from your face, drinking in a sight you’d been denied tonight. Closer now, he continues to tease you:
“Some would complain about the size, but you just take it. Like a good girl, such a good girl. But… I think you could be doing more.”
The rustling and shifting by your side gives away Crocodile's change in positioning, and you feel the warmth of his body approach the side of your face. The muscles of your mouth and jaw, once weakly huffing out your moans, were now turning and stiffening to meet the erection of the other man beside you. The feeling of rings hitting the back of your head, rough thick hands pulling at the length of your hair. Like the good little toy you agreed to be, you take Sir Crocodile into your mouth and start to work your tongue over the girth of his cock. Being that you had such little control over yourself in the present moment, your form is quite sloppy: you can feel the drool escaping your mouth and dribbling down your face and chest as Crocodile begins to buck into you, fingers tangled in the strands of hair he's grabbed you by.
There you were again, in this space of your mind that felt strangely… Calm. Deprived of your sight, gagged by one man, bound by another- you couldn't understand the feelings that washed over you, buzzing sensations of warmth and arousal taking over every cell in your body. All that was swirling around in your head was you and the two of them, the only thought being calculated the distance between you and your next climax.
Some people find this calm in this strange sort of subservient meditation. And you, you were one of these individuals whose wires crossed just-so to find your peace here, laid out on the bed. The calm is interrupted by Doflamingo once more, who has pulled back out of you.
“I just realized… Why am I just wasting my time? I could have you in any number of positions. Twist you any way I please.”
You can hear both men laughing beside you now, Crocodile pulling away from your face. You remain laid prone, anticipating another pull of the strings on your limbs, but it doesn't come. Each second of inaction makes your chest jump with anticipation, catching your breath. At this point, you're feeling pent-up, aching for their next move. Room still obscured by the mask over your eyes, all you can do is sense Doflamingo and Crocodile hovering over you, negotiating:
“What do you think, Croc? I liked the way she just was, but I think we can be a little more creative than that…”
“Here, let me lie down. You can try that one thing…”
Crocodile's idea turns into a whisper; you can barely hear as he confers with his partner.
The familiar thud of Crocodile's weight hits the bed next to you. The subsequent pulls on your wrists and legs have you sitting up, blindly crawling towards the man in bed with you. Every muscle in your body was being coordinated by Doflamingo, you could sense it as you feebly tried to resist. You weren't genuinely trying to relent, simply testing the waters; somehow though, Doffy could sense your weak resistance. He snarls:
“What is this, puppet? You're resisting? I don't believe that was part of the deal, you tricky little minx. Go on, be a good girl.”
Your one leg picks up over Crocodile’s torso, and you can swear you feel yourself hovering off of the ground for a moment before being placed down on top of the man on the bed. You can feel his erection against you, begging to enter you. With another pluck of the strings, your hips are shifted to take Crocodile into you, the lifting on your body compelling you to ride him; there's a part of you that's trying to struggle against the grasp on your body, trying to set your own rhythm on top of Sir Crocodile. Doflamingo doesn't let up:
“No no, once again you're being a very bad and greedy girl. I'm the one in charge tonight, doll.”
Mindlessly, you bleat back:
“Ah… I'm sorry, I'll behave…”
You can barely elucidate your apology while adjusting to the rhythm Doflamingo has set for you.
You can tell he's teasing you- alternating between fast and slow, picking you up off of the inches of Crocodile's cock and dropping you down as he pleases. You get the sense that it's just as frustrating for the man below you, perhaps even sensing you weren't the only one tied up in the web of Doflamingo at the moment. A grunt from below you starts to solidify your suspicions:
“M-Mingo… Please… Let me go, I didn't agree to this shit…”
You could practically hear the unhinged expression on Doflamingo's face as he spoke. You're trying to sense where he could be in the room, but it feels as if he's circling above you right now like some demon, teasing both you and Crocodile:
“Ohh, look at you two. Such a pretty sight. And now you've both fallen under my trap. Such horny fuckin’ idiots. Why have one toy and share, when I can have two under my complete control?”
Another frustrated, angry groan from the man below you. You try to protest, but your vocal chords feel stunted in paralysis. Doflamingo has you invisibly gagged.
Now that he's announced his true motives, you feel the intensity of Crocodile's body against yours pick up once more, bouncing you up and down in this ragdoll-like state you found yourself in. Crocodile's hand is drawn upwards.
“Let's see… It's such a pain to shut her up and control you at the same time, Croc. Can you give me a hand?”
A clamp on the sides of your neck- a pressure, but not suffocating, hits you. A thumb pressing into the front of your throat.
The sensation of gentle asphyxiation draws panic, then a new sensation of heightened pleasure, into your body. You could tell that Sir Crocodile was becoming less resistant with the predicament his partner had manipulated him into: the groans of protest morphing into the sounds you had come to know as a sign he was close.
“F-faster… Let me go faster…”
He's pleading for control, pleading for you. On your back, you feel the cold touch of Crocodile's hook gently travel up your back, poking into your torso where your waist curved in at its narrowest. All you can do is feebly sigh and moan, twitching splayed legs giving way to your second climax of the night. Seeing the reaction his manipulation elicited, Doflamingo taunts Crocodile once more:
“And why would I stop? Clearly, she enjoys it. Maybe that's why I'm in charge here now, how can I use your own cock better than you? Fucking loser.”
Another laugh above you, and the rhythm between you and Crocodile picks up, harder and faster, until you crack. The thunderous volume at which you scream rattles you; it feels involuntary, but freeing. Your volume is matched in a deep baritone growl below you, and you feel your hips drawn down hard onto Crocodile's as he finishes inside of you.
As if on cue, the restraints on your body loosen and you find yourself folded on top of Crocodile's chest. Both of you are breathless, sweaty, composing yourselves after the way Doflamingo took both of you over. Crocodile reaches towards your face, peeling off the mask from your eyes. You blink a few times to adjust your vision, blurry snippets of Croc's face across from yours as you lay on his chest. A slight grin stretched across his expression. One last desperate exhale, you flash him a satisfied smile back.
However, a presence still loomed above you. That slight, hovering lift takes over your body once more, the mask snapped shut over your eyes again. The heavenly demon barks his orders from above:
“I'm not finished yet.”
You weren't certain how much more you could handle, but it wasn't in your hands. Flipped back onto the bed, pried off of the exhausted man below you, all you can do is ponder your fate. Another pull on your legs, swiveling your body towards the side of the mattress.
After this change in positioning, you feel Doflamingo's hands tracing down your one leg: he has you laid on your side, top leg propped up on the towering height of his torso while the other dangles below, off of the bed. He's taken control over one of your hands once more, making you play with yourself in anticipation of whatever he desires to do next to you.
“Go on, you dumb fuckin' reptile. Make yourself useful.”
You hear the gruff protests of Crocodile heaved off of the bed, stumbling into a forced march to another part of the room.
“What the fuck do you have going on in that bird-brain of yours, let me go-”
His protests are cut short by a deviant cackle from the man who's decided he’d be the one pulling the strings here tonight.
Moments later, you feel Doflamingo push down on your top leg, propping you open as wide as he could. The familiar sensation of oil melting against your ass, and you realize what Doflamingo has made Crocodile fetch from the other room. With another motion, the mask flies off of your face to meet the gaze of Sir Crocodile, who's been pinned to his knees across from you on the bed. Paralyzed by the force wrought on him by Doflamingo, he's nervously staring back at you, arms pinned to his side.
From behind, you hear Doffy start his perverse monologuing once more:
“Thank you, Sir. I love seeing how easy it is to boss you around, as well. Let's just use up the rest of this jar, why don't we?”
All that Crocodile can muster is a pissed-off grunt at the moment.
Just like the first time, you feel Doflamingo gently work you open with his fingers, one at a time while prying open your cheeks. Crocodile's gaze is fixed past you on the man behind you. The verbal teasing from Joker continues:
“Does she let you use this hole, Croco-boy? I bet she doesn't. I can see it on your face, heh. You act like you don't get jealous, but how does it feel knowing that this part of our little toy is all mine?”
You're red in the face, trying to turn your gaze downward to avoid the strange sense of shame Doflamingo's words were stirring within you. Then, you feel it: the push of Doflamingo inside the tightest part of you, and the strange satisfaction it flooded your senses with. You can't hide the whimpering moan elicited by Doffy's advances.
“Ohh, both of you… Don't look so sad. Come on, I know she likes it… How about you, Croc?”
He's flushed, stuttering incomprehensibly while knelt before you. Then, you notice his hand shakily raising forward to grasp at his cock. He was only semi-erect, still recovering from finishing inside of you before, but Doflamingo was using his power to make him touch himself. Short of breath and stumbling over his words, Sir Crocodile ultimately gives into the forceful demands of the other man, watching as Doflamingo continues to take you from behind.
“I- I’m not jealous of you”
There's a slight nervous laugh in the protests of Crocodile, still touching himself with the assistance of the unseen bondage wrought on his body.
“What was that, reptile?”
You hear a hiss from Doflamingo as he continues to thrust deeper, faster. You noticed he's let you have command of your own hand, and without a second thought you bring it up down to play with yourself, seeing if you could reach another climax before Doflamingo was done playing with both of you.
Voice cracking with slight humility, Crocodile speaks up again:
“If anything… Jealous of her…”
The sharp sensation of Doflamingo pulling out of you takes you by surprise as you register the words that came out of Crocodile's mouth.
A violent shift in the room takes over: Your legs snap shut, and you're pushed to sit against one of the pillows by the headboard. You catch your breath as you realize you're completely free from the grasp of Doflamingo.
Across from you, Doffy has practically pounced on the other man, wasting no time to throw him onto all fours. Paralyzed on his hands and knees, you see a pleading, softened expression wash over Crocodile's face. Behind him, Doflamingo knelt and started to tease at the other man, rubbing the length of his throbbing cock over the backside of the other man.
“I didn't know you wanted it so bad, fufu. Are you sure I'm allowed to use the rest of this coconut oil, by the way? I don't want to piss you off, Sir…”
And in a softness you hadn't heard all night from Crocodile, the other man pleads out:
“Anh… Please… Use as much as you need…”
Palming a heavy scoop in his hands and working it over his cock, Doflamingo tosses the empty jar aside and doesn't hesitate to ram into the other man, pressing onto Crocodile's back with his one hand, the other gripping one of Crocodile's ass cheeks.
The wash of arousal, flushed with deep violet-red, that overtook Sir Crocodile's face was unlike any expression you'd ever seen out of him.
Out of strange fascination with the whole scene, you remain on the bed. The powerful hulking man paralyzed into submission, crackling moans of pent-up desire escaping from his mouth, the display of submission felt so reminiscent to the times he'd folded before you, begging for you.
Crawling to face the front of him, you decide to tease Crocodile a bit in his current predicament. Seated before him, legs spread open, you say:
“Doesn't that feel good? That's right, that's a good boy. You love acting all tough, but it looks like Doffy has you pinned right where you want to be.”
Reaching down with your hands towards your vulva, you start to play with yourself inches away from Crocodile's face.
“I bet you wish you could lurch that gaping maw of yours forward and eat me up, hm? Well, too bad. I'm not the one in charge here”
Your teasing of Crocodile was delighting Doflamingo, who had started to grip into the sides of the other man and ram into him even harder. Between heavy breaths, he praises you:
“Yes Mami… Help me play with this filthy little reptile….”
You drink in the desperation on Sir Crocodile's face as you finger yourself, watching the sordid display before you. It isn't long before you hear the pitch in Doflamingo's voice become ragged and desperate for release, Crocodile crumpled over in pleasure while his hips bounced off of Doflamingo's thrusts.
Watching the two of them climax before you in one last push, you find yourself also overwhelmed in your own self-pleasure for one last release. Crocodile's eyes roll to the back of his head, icy pupils barely visible as Doflamingo grabs at the ends of his dark hair.
A sharp groan escapes Crocodile’s mouth as Doflamingo arches over him, holding himself in the other man and piercing a stare into you, devious intent behind lifeless lenses.
The perpetual frames on Doflamingo, even in moments like this, had their own mysterious allure. You can’t help but wonder, What’s behind that wall? What could possibly be hidden in the depths of that stare that we weren’t worthy of seeing?
Sucking on your teeth and finishing yourself off, the teasing and mockery from Joker turns to you:
“And how did that feel, doll? Watching your big tough boyfriend here get fuckin’ destroyed? Watching him beg for it?”
With stony resolve, you look back at him and smirk. In a flat tone, you respond:
“Loved it. Do it again. I told you, you’ll have to try much harder to make me jealous, Dodo bird.”
Taken aback a bit, Doflamingo pulls off of Crocodile and laughs a bit. Crocodile rolls over onto his back, panting and giddy with perverse laughter himself. Sliding off of the sheets towards the edge of the bed, you get up to walk towards the bathroom and draw a shower.
The spacious, glass-walled shower in the suite’s bathroom was ideal for a night like this, somehow able to fit all three of you under the warm water. Gentle, soapy swipes on your back felt so soothing after the way your body was strained tonight. In kind, you had a rag in your own hand, running soapy water over Crocodile’s chest in front of you. A sigh of deep relaxation and satisfaction leaves his mouth as you trace over his body with the cloth. The three of you take turns washing each other, playing and pawing at each other here and there, but knowing that all the three of you wanted to do was get clean and pass out, another night entangled together until you fell asleep.