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Crocodile felt utterly humiliated. He had agreed to one single encounter with the dreaded celestial dragon, betting it would get him off his shoulder and keep him from yapping how much he wanted to fuck him, only to find out Doflamingo had other plans in mind.
How long had he been left hanging there, waiting for the freak to return? His limbs, caught in suspension as the strings dug deep into his flesh, were starting to go numb after hours of being kept immobilized in his prison of silk.
Of course, Doflamingo hadn’t been gentle or courteous enough to simply leave Crocodile hanging, no. He had to leave him bent and exposed, his pussy facing forward with his legs up in the air and wide open, ready to receive the most unwelcome guest when he decided to make his triumphant return. With his arms trapped atop and behind his head, his tits were bound in silken threads and pushed forward, nipples exposed and perky. He had been wrapped like a present, ready to be ripped open in the hands of an unruly, misbehaving man-child.
Crocodile frowned, attempting to break free. Turning into sand was no option, given he’d attached seastone beads on some of the strings to keep him from transforming and escaping. Slashing at the threads was another no-go, since the damned flamingo had stripped him from all weapons, particularly his hook, which had been left annoyingly close, as if to tease him with any possible release. Crocodile groaned. There would be no escape until Doflamingo had his way with him, and there was nothing he could do right then. No one would come to help, no matter if he screamed. Not that he could, gagged with what felt like a skein of silk thread on his mouth. His only option was to wait and, once Doflamingo arrived, bear with whatever he had planned for him.
Almost as if invoking him with mere thoughts, the tall, lanky blond man returned, slamming the door behind him. He let out a disgusting cackle, retrieving his key and locking the room so no one would enter. For the looks of it, he’d been drinking copious amounts of wine, given the splatters of crimson on his shirt and the half-empty bottle he still carried, no glass in sight. Crocodile let out a sigh, turned into a painful groan as the threads around his throat and rib cage tightened, stealing the air from his lungs. They loosened just as fast, giving him some respite.
“Missed me, Croc?” Doflamingo asked, leaning closer. Putting the bottle aside, he didn’t wait a single moment to stick his fingers inside Crocodile’s exposed pussy, making wet, squelching sounds as he pulled them out and pushed them in with reckless abandon. Crocodile threw his head back and rolled his eyes, squirming as the palm of his hand brushed against his clit. And just as he was about to cum, Doflamingo pulled out entirely. Crocodile raised his head again, glaring daggers at him, which prompted Doflamingo to cackle, mocking him. In response, he finger-fucked him again and edged him once more. On the third attempt, he finally allowed Crocodile to cum, but kept on rubbing on his clit with his thumb until he felt overstimulated, engorged and sore.
The demon then crinkled his fingers as his victim thrashed, trying to recover some sense of decency as he rode out of his orgasm. He moved them in twisting motions, causing the strings to shift and, therefore, causing Crocodile to change positions again…
Now he had his calves bound to his thighs, his spine curved downwards and his arms pinned behind his back, so that his pussy was raised to Doffy’s height. The celestial dragon licked his lips, rolling his long tongue across his mouth before sliding it across Crocodile’s slit, from the curve of his ass to the tip of his thick labia. He wrapped his lips around Croc’s clit, suckling and bobbing his head, then with two fingers, he spread him open and stuck his tongue inside.
Damn. He was so utterly disgusting, but it felt delicious to be eaten out like this. Crocodile cried out, his toes—his only mobile body parts—curling as Doflamingo drove him to the edge of pleasure again. The celestial dragon repeated the motion, tongue-fucking him until he replaced it with his long and twisted fingers again, but this time he also latched his mouth to his clit. Finger-fucked again and overstimulated still, Crocodile exploded on his mouth, coming for the second time in barely a few minutes, legs twitching in a wild attempt to release his tired limbs.
“I’m reading you for my cock, baby, that’s just it. You won’t be able to take it all in if I don’t spread your pussy wide enough and make you so wet that it slides in and out of you like butter on toast,” Doflamingo said, slowly returning Crocodile to the original position he’d left him, but allowing one of his legs to stretch until they touched the ground. Then, with steady hands, he unzipped his pants and let it all hang loose, effectively showing he wasn’t exaggerating. Not only was he hung, he was huge.
Crocodile gulped, slightly concerned it would even fit. On the other hand, he was also very intrigued by the thought of it going in, filling him whole and spreading his walls to the point he was left gaping. After all, he had accepted this invitation for a reason: Crocodile could try all he wanted to deny it, he lusted after Doflamingo too. The only difference was that Crocodile wasn’t so fucking annoying about it like Doflamingo ever was.
“Oh, you’re drooling,” Doflamingo mocked him, removing spit from the corners of his gagged mouth with one hand and sticking his fingers on his folds again, retrieving them entirely soaked in his juices. He laughed, licking his fingers in a very obscene manner.
“I bet you wanna taste it.” Doflamingo snapped his fingers again and the threads forced Crocodile on his knees before his massive cock. He teased him, rubbing his girth across his mouth and slapped him a couple of times on both cheeks, before twisting his fingers again and suspending Crocodile back into the air. “But not today, baby. Tonight it’s all about you.”
Liar, the absolutely disgusting bastard. This was never about Crocodile, but all about his own sick pleasure in knowing him subdued and vulnerable before him. He’d use him and abuse him until he was over and done with him. Rinse and repeat, until Crocodile was nothing but a broken husk of himself.
Suspended as he was, Doflamingo fingered him again, this time probing into his ass as well. Snap. Change of position. Tongue-fucking again, seemingly consoling his ass from the previous abuse. Snap. Another position. The tip of the wine bottle inserted into his pussy, then he drank from it like the sick fuck he was. Snap. New position. Doflamingo’s disturbing tongue abused his nipples, each being sucked until it was raw and puffy. Snap. He was bent down into a new position. By this point, as Doflamingo licked him all over, his hands probing and kneading at every curve and valley, Crocodile was a moaning mess, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, tongue sticking out breaking out of the gag of threads. Doflamingo’s laughter, echoing and bouncing off the walls.
Doflamingo stopped and pressed the head of his hard, huge cock on the entrance of Crocodile’s raw pussy, his thighs drenched down to his knees from so much cumming and even squirting a few times. He slid on his lips, coating himself on his juices before probing in, only breaking the initial resistance with his tip. Crocodile cried and moaned, making the most lewd noises that had ever come out of his mouth. Then, Doflamingo pulled out.
The Sand Logia cried in despair, shaking his hips in a desperate attempt to have Doflamingo impale him with his cock. The Heavenly Demon just laughed and laughed, pressing the tip again and pulling out once more. He teased his pussy, he teased his ass, but Crocodile didn’t care. He needed Doflamingo inside him, he needed his dirty tongue on his tits, his disgusting fingers pinching his nipples. He needed to be ruined, marked, smeared. He needed it now.
“What is it, babe? Are you that desperate for cock?” Doflamingo asked, rubbing his tip on Crocodile’s labia again. “Well, I ain’t leaving you hanging, ey?”
Crocodile groaned in relief as Doffy’s huge dick impaled him, spreading his walls as he broke through. He laughed, praising him for how tight he was even though he’d just been stretched and broken several times. Doflamingo was relentless, thrusting deeply and fisting a hand on his hair, pulling his head back as Crocodile cried for more, more, more. He fucked him backwards, spread eagle’d, missionary, sideways, forced him to ride him, and no matter how many times Crocodile was forced to cum, he wanted more of it.
At last, after what felt like hours of being fucked mindless, Doflamingo came inside him, mocking him about breeding him with his strong, celestial dragon seed. Crocodile cried, smiling like an idiot as the sticky white semen dripped down his leg, splattering down to the floor.
Doffy patted him on the face, slapping him slightly on the last one before he stuck his dick inside his pants once more. Drinking whatever remained on his bottle, he laughed one last time before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. He had not put the hanging man down, and he hadn’t even bothered to clean him up. He would be back in a few hours, maybe tomorrow when he was less drunk, and do it all over again. He had to make certain Crocodile never recovered from it.
And Crocodile wouldn’t have it any other way.