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Chapter 1
VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR’S NOTE. MUST READ FIRST:
Hello and Happy Spooky season! This story is a choose your own adventure from Sanji’s perspective. Meaning you will choose the option you want and go to that chapter to discover the outcome of your choice. You will NOT be reading the chapters in order unless you want to be super confused.
This is a WIP. I tried to complete it before Halloween, but I made this project too big and did not have nearly enough time. I was debating waiting to post until it’s done at an unknown date but got some helpful feedback to just post what I have. I am posting the beginning, transitions, and by each floor (when they are complete). The transitions will be labeled TBA (To be announced), until they lead somewhere. The story starts on the 2nd floor, so that is where we are starting.
I decided I would rather spoil than upset people, so at the beginning of every chapter will have a warning if there is Rape/Non-Con. Meaning you will be able to avoid that if needed by the top warning. I will not post warnings for death or violence, so if that is an issue: Do not read.
This work was piecemeal-ed together. If a transition does not make sense: PLEASE LET ME KNOW SO I CAN FIX IT!
Your choices will lead Sanji to die, have sexual content (some of it is Rape/Non-Con), escape, or find other possibilities. What’s the goal? Whatever you want it to be.
There will be some items to find to unlock certain choices, but not for every character. When you acquire an item, the sentence will be bold and the item underlined. Please keep track of your own inventory. We are also working on the honor system here because this was already a massive undertaking without adding chapters to keep track of your inventory for you. Or you can say “Nah, I’m not back tracking/ I can’t get that item it’s on a floor that doesn’t exist yet.” and pretend you found the item and choose that ending.
Because you can choose how to enjoy this story.
On that note, the last Chapter will have cheat sheets on it for those looking for certain characters, items, endings, etc. It will be posted later, once all of my notes are compiled and everything else is posted.
Please have mercy on me for this monster I created and released as a WIP.
Chapter 2: Let the Game Begin!
Summary:
Time to get this party started!
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Chapter 2
Let the Game Begin!
Main Hall 2nd Floor
Sanji was setting up the last of the trays for the buffet in the large second floor dining room. The room was large with several brilliant chandeliers hanging from above lighting up the room in a flood of light. He had set up six tables of various foods and drinks all matching the Halloween theme of the night: Horror.
The room was a deep blood red that made him wonder if it was painted for the event or was always so dreary looking. The outside of the mansion was black with a Gothic appeal, so he wouldn’t be surprised if the house appeared like it was Halloween year-round. The house was far back into the woods and was at least half an hour drive from any sensible road. He was also disappointed to find that he had no cell reception out this far. At least his old man can’t bother him with pesky questions about his whereabouts or plans for the evening.
Earlier in the day Zeff fell and broke his good leg, leaving Sanji in charge of their biggest event of the year. Well, he hadn’t left him in charge, per se. Zeff had told him to call the client and cancel. After much yelling, between two of the most stubborn people in the East Blue, Sanji had agreed to cancel the event. In short, he lied for the old man’s own good.
The event was an exclusive Halloween party for the notoriously rich and reclusive Dracule “Hawkeyes” Mihawk. The Baratie had catered the event for more than four decades. Long before Zeff took in a scruffy-looking homeless teen rummaging through his trash and taught him everything he knows about cooking.
Their catering business made good money but with Zeff’s injury, they couldn’t afford to cancel and refund the money. Especially, since everything was nearly ready anyway. Which really struck Sanji as odd, because the old man hates wasting food just as much as he does. Not that all of this could even be considered food.
This particular yearly order went all out on the Halloween horror theme. Zeff was close with a butcher in town and the two came up with a menu to match the client’s requests. The head chef and butcher worked on their own and brought in the unusual requests the morning of the event, the rest Sanji and the rest of the staff oversaw.
A few of the oddities from this collaboration included brains, eyes, and gallons of blood which was set up like punch. Every piece was painstakingly set up to look like something from Creep Show. The brains were set atop an aged cheese and cracker. The eyeballs were stirred into pasta like meatballs. There were finger foods that looked like actual fingers with an accompanying dipping sauce. A plate of bones was next to a set of seafood crackers and a butter sauce. There were even creepy candies like chocolate-covered grasshoppers and other bugs that Sanji would rather not think too much about.
There were several of these styles of dishes that the old man promised every year he would teach Sanji when he was older. He still hadn’t even at 25. Somehow, he was still seen as a child despite being the sous chef and the most knowledgeable in the kitchen behind the head chef himself.
The set-up was a cornucopia of Halloween scares, ornamental and a little excessive. If rich people wanted to pay out the ass for authenticity, then the Baratie will gladly take their money.
In the past, Zeff and a few others arrived early to set up and left before the party started. Today, however, he had a late start because of the hospital visit and, due to Sanji’s far too generous personality, he was setting up by himself. The four others helped unload then complained about the creepy dark goth mansion and claimed to have other plans. Now, Sanji was still setting up the last buffet table all alone while the guests had already poured into the second-floor dining hall. The first-floor dining room was already set up. Yes, this massive mansion needed two dining rooms, probably just for pretentious events such as this.
Just as he set up a chafing dish to warm up the roast beef sandwiches inside, yes, there was plenty of normal food as well, hands grabbed two sandwiches. “MEAT!” Shouted a man in a straw hat, wearing makeup making him look pale and dead. Again, he shrieked in delight before shoving both in his mouth at the same time. “IT’S SOOO GOOOOOD!”
Seeing an opportunity to network he handed the man a business card. Surely many or all of the guests had deep pockets akin to the host of the party. Maybe if he stayed a bit longer, he could gain some new wealthy customers. “Thank you, sir! Here’s our card. My name’s Sanji. I’m the Sous Chef at the Baratie, please visit us sometime.”
“I will! I’m Luffy! Thanks, Sanji!” The man said before making his way further down the buffet and grabbing more food items as he went and shoving them down his gullet in lieu of a plate.
Another man with an orange cowboy hat and a confident smile followed behind Luffy. “And I’m Ace, Luffy older and better-looking brother! Can I get one of those cards too?”
“Sure! Here you are sir!” Sanji said handing over another card to the flirty customer with a wink. It was only a few years ago that Sanji realized, after some mild panic, that he was bisexual. Sanji decided that beyond networking, staying late could have other benefits. There were some attractive faces in the crowd and he could stand to have a little fun tonight. It is a party, after all.
“Thanks, handsome! I hope to see you around later.” He winked back and grabbed an entire tray of sandwiches and chased after his brother.
“MMmmmmm these are scrumptious! What are they?” A man wearing goggles with black curly hair tied back in a bandanna asked. He had a long round nose and a friendly face.
Sanji completely stopped what he was doing and looked up at the man and smiled. “Those are crostini topped with balsamic-goat cheese, made at the Baratie, I’m Sanji.” He introduced himself while handing off another business card.
The man gave a charming smile. “Goat cheese, of course! I should have guessed. I actually own a farm with goats of my own. Did you know that goats can recognize human faces? Their rectangular pupils give them excellent peripheral vision! I’ve even trained mine to hunt wolves and-”
“Hey!” A gruff man called out. Sanji hadn’t realized how enthralled he was in the story until the man interrupted, waving a golden hook at the other. The man had slick back black hair and a long scar across his face. Sanji wondered if it was a cosmetic for the night or real. “Let’s keep the line moving.” The man said in a voice that commanded obedience.
The storyteller yelped. “Yes, sir! Haha, just making small talk. I’m Usopp by the way. Come find me later, and I can tell you all about my fierce attack goats!” He filled his plate with a few more crostinis and ran off.
The scarred man was eating one of the crostinis while looking Sanji up and down with a discerning look. Having decided something, the other man handed him a card. “Name’s Crocodile. I own a bit of a menagerie of exotic animals. I have a good eye for new pets. Give me a call. I'm always looking to expand my collection of pets. I take very good care of the obedient ones and make certain to train the others.”
“Thank you, sir.” He replied in his best customer service voice while taking the card. Sanji tried to keep at his work all the while the scarred man eyed him, the way a hunter watches their prey, and filled his plate. When he left, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Ah!” The sound caught his attention as he saw a man, in what looked like a furry suit with blonde hair, trying to eat a spicy meatball. He hurried over to the nearby drink station and grabbed a cold fruit punch (real punch, not the decorative bowl of clearly labeled blood). He handed it to the man. “Here drink this.” The man gulped it down. “I apologize; the food is hot. Please give it a moment to cool.”
“Thank you. My tongue is a bit sensitive. A cat’s tongue.” He laughed at the joke. Sanji gave a polite chuckle. “Thank you for the save.”
The man looked a bit familiar, but it was hard to tell with the face paint on. He didn’t have time to dwell on it and needed to finish setting up. “Please enjoy the party and the food, once it’s cooled.” The two shared another small laugh.
“Careful Pedro, don’t fill up before the fun begins.” A tall man with black hair and a matching goatee that dipped low and hung like a pendulum. There was a white bird on his shoulder that looked to be trained as it was very calm.
“Some of us like this type of food, Lucci.” Another man said. He had a long nose like the other man from earlier, Usopp. Maybe they were related, he considered. He had blond hair under a black hat. He was eating a salad that was mostly lettuce. He gave a friendly smile while looking Sanji over. Lucci looked him over as well but it was far less friendly.
“Tch. Yes, you two would. I have a heartier appetite and will wait to wet my palate with something tastier. Kaku, Pedro, we have somewhere to be. We have a duty to make sure no one leaves early.” Lucci said then looked once more at Sanji. “I hope you run. It’s more fun when they run.” A shiver ran up Sanji’s spine. With that lingering request, he walked down the stairs and the other two followed behind him.
Sanji’s sleeve was pulled, and he turned his attention to a small boy, maybe about ten years of age. He was wearing a pink hat with antlers sticking out of the side and a white doctor’s coat. “Excuse me. Where are the sweets and candy?” He asked cutely.
Sanji squatted down to his level, took a candy bar from his apron pocket. His apron was one that went only around his waist and had one very parge pocket in the front. On Halloween he always worked and kept full sized candy bars in his apron pocket for any children that visited that night. He handed it to the kid. “Here’s one to get you started. There’s bowls of sweet stuff scattered in the rooms and in the kitchen downstairs, there is a table full of desserts. Make sure to go slow so you don’t get a tummy ache.”
“I can’t take candy from strangers.” The boy said hesitantly looking at the candy bar while a bit of drool dripped from his lip.
“I’m Sanji. What’s your name?”
“I’m Tony Tony Chopper!” The boy said brightly. He held up a little children’s bag with a medical cross on it. “I’m a doctor!” Cute, Sanji thought seeing the little boy play at being a doctor for Halloween.
“Now we aren’t strangers. Can you take this candy bar off my hands for me?” He asked.
“Ok! Thanks, Sanji!” The boy took the candy and ran off to the stairs and in the direction of the dessert buffet.
“I overheard something about a dessert buffet?” Sanji pivoted and looked up at a very very tall red-haired man wearing a black and white scarf covering most of his face.
Sanji stood back up and was still intimidated by the other man’s size. Instinctively he reached into his apron and pulled out another candy bar and handed it up to the giant of a man. He took it still scowling down, waiting for the answer. “Yes, sir. Down the stairs then make a right into the first-floor dining room to find the desserts table. We have a wide variety of treats there.”
“Do you have doughnuts?”
“Yes, there are a few different flavors of doughnuts and other desserts.” Sanji pointed towards the stairs. The man nodded and left without an introduction or another word.
“Katakuri can seem a bit cold. But I’m colder since I don’t have body heat. Yohoho!” Sanji turned facing another tall man, this one wearing a very convincing well-dressed skeleton gentleman costume.
“Eeepp!” Sanji backed up letting out an embarrassing sound.
He bumped into the back of someone causing them to spill their drink. Hands reached out and steadied him. “Are you alright? I do hope you won’t die of a heart attack. Brook’s appearance can be a bit of a fright.” Asked a beautiful woman with several fake arms spread behind her.
Sanji’s eyes blossomed into hearts. “I’m wonderful! Thank you for saving me oh beautiful goddess! May I know the name of my glorious savior?”
The goddess chuckled. “You may call me Robin.”
Sanji spin on his heels in a circle. “A name as pretty as you are! Can I get you another drink?”
“You spilled my drink. Not hers. Coulda been dangerous if it got in my gears, bro.” A man next to her claimed. He had a blue pompadour, a costume with metal arms and legs, and an attitude.
“Those metal legs look like they work just fine. I’m speaking to the lovely lady right now.” Sanji sneered. The woman had already made her way across the room. With the beautiful distraction gone, he grabbed the blue haired man another cola, he determined from the look of the drink, and if he was wrong, he didn’t care since he had scared off the lady. He quickly handed the man a new drink and smiled at him. “Thanks. Names’ Franky. Not that you asked.” He smirked and took off.
Sanji sneered behind his back. Men were so rude compared to the delicate flowers that are women. Speaking of, he noted a red headed woman in a witch hat speaking with a large man in a fish costume. He grabbed a serving tray and brought it over to the conversation. “Hors d'oeuvres?” He asked holding up the tray.
Both took one and their faces lit up at first bite. “These are so good, Jinbe!” The redhead told the blue fish looking man. “Yes, these melt in your mouth, Miss Nami! Thank you, young man.”
Sanji handed over a business card to each of them, but only one had his personal number on the back. He winked at the redhead. “Thank you. I made these myself. Please, visit us at the Baratie sometime! I will even give you a drink on the house for your first visit!”
“Ooooh, I’ll have to take you up on that!” She giggled.
“I shall too. Thank you.” The blue fishy man said, even though Sanji thought he was being clear that he was speaking to the gorgeous woman in front of him.
“Oh my gosh! These are so adorbs!” A cute pink haired goth girl called out to no one in particular. Sanji took that as his cue to be that one in particular. He saw she was speaking about the lady fingers shaped like actual fingers. Each one had its nail painted a different color. He had noticed that Zeff added the extra detail, or maybe it was the butcher. All the work on the special items were done elsewhere and brought to the Baratie later the day of the party.
He swooned over to her. “You have an excellent eye madam! But dare I say that your nails painted with tiny ghosts are far cuter!” He took one of those cute little hands and placed a gentle kiss atop it.
“Aren’t you a charmer? Actually, you’re pretty cute yourself, now that I get a look at you. Why didn’t you dress up cutie?” The pink haired girl asked.
He took a deep bow. “Apologies my lady, I am working tonight. Otherwise, I would certainly dress to impress you! My name is Sanji. Here is my card. Please allow me to dress up for you sometime!” Sanji was wearing a simple t-shirt with a suit printed on it and jeans with his apron. Since he was only supposed to set up and leave beforehand, he hadn’t put in his usual effort. That and he wasn’t supposed to work tonight until Zeff’s injury put him on the clock. He straightened back out and looked into those glowing translucent eyes. She must be wearing special contact lenses.
“Horororo!” She laughed. “My name is Perona. We totally need to go shopping sometime, so I can dress you up!”
“Of course, pretty pink princess!” He waved at her crown. Suddenly he was pulled back. He felt like he had been tangled and tripped, but he saw nothing. He was caught by a tall skinny man wearing a pink boa and an overall very pink outfit with sharp looking sunglasses.
“If you’re volunteering to be controlled and dressed up you should come home with me, sweet thing.” The creep said. “My name’s Doflamingo. You’ll need to know it because you’ll be screaming it later. That’s if I let you scream.”
Sanji pushed back on the man but was struggling to escape. Some force held him against the other man. Another hand reached out and pulled him loose of the invisible hold Doflamingo had over him.
“He’s not interested.” Sanji stood behind another man in a long black cape wearing a white hat with black spots on it. The other man began leading him away and back to the table. Doflamingo licked his lips in an over exaggerated gesture, while watching them leave.
On closer inspection he could see the man had dark circles under his eyes and a dour look to his face. The costume he was wearing made him pause. The man didn’t notice his discomfort and spoke up. “Make sure to avoid him. He’s a dangerous man. I’m Law. Here take these, keep them on you, just in case that asshole bothers you again.”
Law slides a large pair of scissors into Sanji’s pocket.
“Sorry to be so forward but I recognized you. Can I have an autograph, please?” Law held out a notepad and pen.
Sanji grimaced. When he was a teen his father forced him and his siblings into acting and they became famous for a show called ‘Go Go, Germa Rangers!’ for a few years. He had been the Ranger Stealth Black and had his hair dyed black for the show, but it was sometimes his signature curled eyebrows that gave him away. He hated when he was recognized, but a man wearing the costume from his old show would no doubt know who he was. This Law fellow was wearing the Stealth Black outfit with an unusual hat instead of the flamboyant hair style, maybe he was hiding a bald spot? He noted the outfit was expertly made by a professional.
Once the show ended, and at the ripe age of eighteen, Sanji was able to escape his abusive family and the spotlight. His siblings went on to star in more shows and movies, making names for themselves. Sanji on the other hand was left with nothing, as his father held all of his finances with an iron grip and just as iron set of lawyers.
Sanji left with nothing but the clothes on his back when Zeff took him in and taught him to cook. Cooking had long been a passion of his, but he was always punished for doing it at the Vinsmoke household. Living with Zeff was hard work and they struggled at times, but Sanji had never been happier.
If Law hadn’t just helped him, he would have told him to fuck off. There was a sour taste in his mouth as he signed the autograph and what he now noticed was that the notebook was in fact a doctors script pad. He handed it to the eager looking man. “Here. Just don’t go around letting anyone else know I’m here tonight, thanks.”
The once dour man’s face lit up in excitement. “I can manage that. Keep it our little secret. I must say, I’m surprised you aren't in costume with the rest of your family.” He flipped the notebook open to show more signatures, specifically from his siblings. Sanji paled and looked around the room, he didn’t see them, but this was an obscenely large mansion. “I need to go.” He said pushing past the man who was still talking to his retreating back. “I’m a doctor, I’m going to be in the basement medical room for any guest that needs me! Come and see me if you need any help!”
Sanji packed up the last of his gear quickly as his heartbeat in his ears telling him to get out. Bag flung over his shoulder he made for the stairs before running into a familiar green haired annoyance. “Oi! Watch where you’re- Curly? What the hell are you doing here?” Zoro asked looking surprised.
Zoro was a friend whom he went to college with after making his escape from his family. It was thanks to Zeff that he was able to attend college and study cooking to get an actual degree that he would have never dreamed possible before. He’d never shared with Zoro how his family treated him, but he hadn’t shared that story with anyone except Zeff until years of built trust later.
Zoro had been his rival in every sport and activity in their shared PE class. Something about the man irked him into competition whenever they were together. Once in early Sophomore year, Zoro had caught him sneaking into the home economics classroom after hours to cook. He’d bribed him with food.
After that they spent every lunch break together with Sanji practicing his cooking skills and Zoro eating whatever he made, even when he ruined the recipe. The only feedback the man offered was ‘it’s good.’ even when he made the soup too thin or burned the chicken. Not really a review he could trust but appreciated none the less. Not that he would ever tell him that.
They hadn’t seen each other since graduation and here he was at a Halloween party wearing a long black cloak with three swords hung from one of his hips. He wondered why three? Having waited too long to answer, Zoro asked, "Why are you here, Dartbrow? Were you…ya know…invited?” Zoro asked blocking his exit with his wall of muscles.
Sanji really didn’t have time to catch up, so he gave him the quick run-down. “Became a chef. Still saving up to get my own restaurant. Just here to drop off the catering and leaving. What did you grow up to be, a road block? Move out of the way, Mosshead!” Sanji’s eyes were still darting around seeking out his family in hopes of avoiding them.
The panic Sanji was feeling was matched in Zoro’s eyes. “Oh shit, you were supposed to leave already. Where do you work? Scratch that. I’ll ask Mihawk later. You need to get out of here before the party really kicks off.”
The panic was slipping into annoyance. “What’s that supposed to mean?! You don’t want ‘the help’ here ruining the party? Fuck you! I was leaving anyway!” Sanji pushed past Zoro. He shouted something behind him trying to stop him once more.
Finally, he made his way to the main hall by the stairs to the first floor. He was careful to make his way through the crowd without causing a commotion while still moving with a sense of urgency. His forward motion was stopped by someone grabbing his left arm. Zoro? No. Then another person was grabbing his right arm and pulling him back away from sweet escape.
The people holding him were wearing costumes from Go Go Germa Rangers, Sparking Red and Electric Blue. Worse, it was the actors who played them on screen, his brothers. They pulled him to the back of the main hall and shoved him roughly against a wall. “Look what we found father! They let garbage in here!” Ichiji called out.
Three more figures surrounded him. They all looked surprised, as well as disgusted, at the impromptu family reunion. All but Reiju, who kept her face composed and showed nothing. She was always the best actor out of all of them. “Where have you been, boy?” Judge asked in a tone that demanded answers.
“Anywhere but with you!” He spat in his face. The small act of defiance was satisfying. Even more satisfying was the look of shock on his face at the act, as if he never considered Sanji would disobey him even after running away. Ichiji hooked his leg around his and tripped him. As he tumbled forward Niji kneed him in the ribs. Yonji brought his elbow down on the back of his neck all before he crumbled to the floor with a loud thud.
“How clumsy!” Yonji exclaimed as a show for any nearby onlookers.
“We’ll help you up dear brother!” Ichiji said as he and Niji scooped him up under his arms dragging him back up.
His father wiped his face with a handkerchief handed to him by Reiju. “Still just as pathetic and weak as ever.” His father said looking down at him from the point of his nose. “Now that you’ve returned, we will have to get the PR team working on your return and making an excuse for your absence. Hmmm…maybe drug rehab. The sympathy will help promote Yonji’s new movie.”
“That’s right. I had to balance working on the movie and taking care of my weak- willed failure of a brother. I’m basically a saint.” Yonji laughed.
“I’m an adult now and you can’t control me anymore!” Sanji shouted, hoping to embarrass them and cause a scene. Something his father hated.
Yonji’s hand slapped over his mouth in a tight grip, nails digging into his cheeks. “Quiet, boy! I’m your father and your obedience is required. It will be easy to get a conservatorship, from one of the judges in my pocket, for my mentally unstable son.” Judge threatened.
The conversation was cut short from the sound of a knife tapping the side of a wine glass. Dracule “Hawkeyes” Mihawk stood up on a small stage in the middle of the room. His presence commanded the room, and everyone simmered down and quieted. “Thank you all for coming to my family’s 150th annual Halloween party! Many of you are guests from past parties and I welcome you back. Some of you are here for the first time. Welcome to you all!” The crowd clapped politely for a moment then let Mihawk continue his speech.
When the room settled, he continued his practiced speech. “I have met the request of many of you to accommodate our activities tonight. Those participating, everything is now prepared and ready. Tonight we let out the monster within! No longer hiding! No longer pretending to be human!” The crowd cheered and became rowdy until Mihawk raised a hand up and a hush fell over the crowd.
There was a loud crashing sound of metal sliding and clicking into place on all of the windows. Mihawk’s face broke into an unsettling smile. “Those of you who do not know of what activities I speak, then you are only here at request of a guest, or you were invited to be a part of activities. You are our ‘special guests’ that help make this night possible. Please know that for most of you, it was not personal. You simply met the requirements a guest made for them to enjoy the game we are about to begin. For some of you it is very personal, and I hope you know who you are before the night ends. But there is hope. For without hope, the game wouldn’t be any fun. If any of our ‘special guests’ survive until the morning light, the game will end, and you will be allowed to leave.”
Sanji looked around at the locked windows and felt far more trapped than he had with his siblings holding him in place and his father’s threat like a tight leash choking him. This was a new cage. Unfamiliar in it’s warning, but menacing in it’s message. Something worse was yet to come.
Mihawk’s gaze fell on his family. “For some of you. I may have invited as a guest in the past but now there is a personal feud that cannot be overlooked.” His arms lifted up and shadows wrapped around him and tore apart into shapes, bats. They flew overhead and swooped down in-front of him, pulled back together into the shape of a man. “Some were invited for very personal reasons. Vinsmoke Niji, your recent role as Dracula based on my favorite book series ‘Sweet as Blood.” was atrocious and an insult to the author!”
Mihawk opened his jaw as wide as a snake’s, revealing a set of sharp pointed fangs. He dove forward and grabbed Niji by the throat, causing him to drop his grip on Sanji. Ichiji released him as well to try and pull Mihawk off of his brother. Sanji pulled his body away in uneasy steps to the side Ichiji left. Mihawk floated above the crowd holding Niji tight as his face turned blue, matching his hair.
Some of the crowd gasped and a few asked if it was real or a show. Sharp teeth sunk into Niji’s neck, spilling rivers of blood. Mihawk drank messily and loudly taking deep gulps of the life flooding his mouth. Niji’s flailing stopped and his body was a limp rag doll in the other's arms. The spectacle lasted only a few minutes before Mihawk dropped the limp body to let it crash in a heap of limbs to the floor.
“Let the real party begin!” Mihawk called out, voice now deeper and sharper to match his bite.
Chaos erupted around him as people shrieked and blood splattered against the walls, hiding it well as it blended into the similarly colored wall. Now it looked like dripping red paint, almost surreal in its art. Everyone was running around in different directions.
Sanji’s mind was screaming for him to run. Mihawk had just eaten his brother like a vampire, no not like, he was a real vampire, and Sanji was in his home. His locked-up home, in the middle of nowhere.
Said vampire was in the main hall blocking the stairs. Sanji needed a place to run, hide, escape, anything. Right now, the only option, not blocked off by a hungry vampire currently eating another man Sanji did not know, was staying on the second floor.
He heard the rules along with everyone else. He needed to survive until morning. But how?
Choices:
Outside Patio 2nd Floor - Go to Chapter 9
Deer Room 2nd Floor - Go to Chapter 12
Trophy room 2nd Floor - Go to Chapter 17
Dining Hall 2nd Floor - Go to Chapter 20
Chapter 3: 1st Floor Main Hall.
Summary:
1st Floor Main Hall.
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Chapter 3
1st Floor Main Hall.
Sanji made his way cautiously to the 1st Floor Main Hall. Holding the railing, he felt something slick and pulled back his hand. Frowning at the blood on his hand, he wiped it on his clothes. He had to step over pieces of people, whom he tried not look at too hard, otherwise, his mind my try to distinguish how the same could be his fate.
Making it to the main floor, the first thing he tried was the large wooden front door. There were metal bars blocking anyone from exiting. There were hallways on either side with many doors leading to what Sanji hoped would be his salvation.
Choices:
2nd Floor Main Hall - Go to Chapter 4
Basement Main Hall - Go to Chapter 6
Backdoor Patio - Go to Chapter 7
Dining Hall 1st Floor - Go to Chapter TBA
Garage 1st Floor - Go to Chapter TBA
Bar 1st Floor - Go to Chapter TBA
Art Room 1st Floor - Go to Chapter TBA
Music Room 1st Floor - Go to Chapter TBA
Chapter 4: 2nd Floor Main Hall.
Summary:
2nd Floor Main Hall.
Chapter Text
Chapter 4
2nd Floor Main Hall.
Sanji found himself back in the mansion’s 2nd Floor Main Hall. Gore decorated the once vibrant hall. The buffet was mostly destroyed. Normally, the waste of food would enrage him, but at this time he was just trying not to be on the menu himself. The Vinsmoke family, including Niji’s corpse, had disappeared.
There were bloody bodies strewn about and screams echoed in the open space. Mihawk seemed to have fled, maybe to find another warm meal. The stairway was unblocked, he could go up or down the stairs or keep searching the 2nd floor.
Choices:
1st Floor Main Hall - Go to Chapter 3
3rd Floor Main Hall - Go to Chapter 5
Outside Patio 2nd Floor - Go to Chapter 9
Deer Room 2nd Floor - Go to Chapter 12
Trophy Room 2nd Floor - Go to Chapter 17
Dining Hall 2nd Floor - Go to Chapter 20
Chapter 5: 3rd Floor Main Hall
Summary:
3rd Floor Main Hall
Chapter Text
Chapter 5
3rd Floor Main Hall
The first thing Sanji noticed at the top of the stairs was that the 3rd Floo Main Hall was free of carnage. It was simply a normal looking hallway with a few rooms. The space was also quite. Too quiet for all of the screams that should have been coming from below. Were there fewer people left alive now, or was this space far out of reach of the violence below?
Choices:
2nd Floor Main Hall - Go to Chapter 4
Bedroom 3rd Floor - Go to Chapter TBA
Library 3rd Floor - Go to Chapter TBA
Chapter 6: Basement Main Hall
Summary:
Basement Main Hall
Chapter Text
Chapter 6
Basement Main Hall
The space below the house was cold and dank, a dampness had settled into the stone walls. In the Basement Main Hall, there were two options: left or right. The wall was labeled with arrows pointing to the intended direction. One arrow pointed to the Crypt and Medical Room; the other sign pointed to the Kitchen.
Choices:
1st Floor Main Hall - Go to Chapter 3
Crypt Basement - Go to Chapter TBA
Medical Room Basement - Go to Chapter TBA
Kitchen Basement - Go to Chapter TBA
Chapter 7: Backdoor Patio
Summary:
Backdoor Patio
Chapter Text
Chapter 7
Backdoor Patio
Sanji was surprised to find that the back door was open. The moon hung high in the sky before falling behind some clouds. The moon would slowly move across the sky and count down the time for Sanji to make his escape or wait out the night. He found that the back of the estate was surrounded by large concrete walls with barbed wire at the top. Even if he could scale the walls the injury he sustains from the barbwire could kill him.
There were two paths. One that lead to a body of water and another towards the well maintained Garden that looked like it had tall bushes, great for hiding.
Choices:
Lagoon (Outside Backyard) - Go to Chapter TBA
Garden (Outside- Backyard) - Go to Chapter TBA
Chapter Text
Chapter 8
Death is not an escape.
Sanji gasped and sucked in a deep breath of fresh air into his lungs. Running his hands over his body, he found himself intact and uninjured. Well, his ribs still hurt from his brother’s attack at the start of the party but, he wasn’t dead. He should be.
Had he imagined it or had he really died? If he had how could he possibly be alive once more? He looked around to find that he was on the 2nd floor main hall. The carnage remained. The things he collected were still there.
Something was missing but he couldn’t place what it was. There was just the unsettling feeling that he had forgotten something in the place where that something should be.
He had died, he was certain of it. The experience was too real to…well, not be real. He had died once…or was it twice..or? He didn’t know and he let the thought hang in the limbo of his thoughts.
Not even death would release him from this hell. No, it was more like purgatory, a never ending anguish, suffering for every wrong choice in his life.
He can’t give up! There must be a way out! One way or another, this night of torture will end!
Standing back up on steady, determined legs he moved forward and made a choice, which he hoped, would to lead him home.
Choices:
1st Floor Main Hall - Go to Chapter 3
3rd Floor Main Hall - Go to Chapter 5
Outside Patio 2nd Floor - Go to Chapter TBA
Deer Room 2nd Floor - Go to Chapter TBA
Trophy room 2nd Floor - Go to Chapter TBA
Dining Hall 2nd Floor - Go to Chapter TBA
Chapter Text
Chapter 9
Outside Patio 2nd Floor
Looking around he decided to try hiding outside, possibly even find a way out. He gripped the second-floor sliding patio door and slipped outside, muffling the screaming inside of the mansion. He carefully pulled the red curtain closed as he slid the door shut behind him. He leaned over the edge and looked down on the bone breaking distance to the concrete below. The railing was all glass with nowhere to hook anything to climb down, the glass may even break from the pressure of a body hanging from it. If he took the literal leap from here to escape, he would be too injured to get away.
His nerves were shot and he needed to calm down and make a plan. Backing up to the wall behind him, he slunk down to his shaking knees and pulled out a cigarette.
Pulling the lighter from his hands he fumbled it in trembling fingers and dropped it. A light sparked alive in front of his cigarette. His blue eyes stared ahead to the flame coming from the tip of a finger. He gasped dropping his comforting oral fixation.
Wide eyes followed up the hand, arm and to the face of the man in the orange cowboy hat. Ace. One of the gluttons at the buffet, who ran off with an entire tray of sandwiches to himself. He noticed on the ground was the same tray, now empty. At least he didn’t waste the food.
Choices:
Ask for a light. - Go to Chapter 10
Push him off of the balcony. - Go to Chapter 11
Run. - Go to Chapter 4
Chapter Text
Chapter 10
Ask for a light.
Sanji shook his head and grabbed the dropped cigarette and placed it back in his mouth. If he was going to die tonight, he would at the very least get his last fucking cigarette. Standing back up was a little difficult on legs as shaky as a baby fawn, but he managed. Leaning up against the wall he tilted his head towards the man in the orange hat. “Ace, right? Got a light?”
Ace gave him a friendly grin and gently placed one hand beneath his chin and pressed his lips into a fiery kiss against the tip of the cigarette, lighting the end. Sanji inhaled deeply looking into Ace’s large brown eyes. Doing his best to steady his hand that held the cigarette between two fingers. He tried to turn his head, but Ace’s hand and gaze held him in place. Sanji got the message and pursed his lips, blowing smoke directly in Ace’s face. He opened his mouth and inhaled what was offered and swallowed it down.
“If you stay out here, Blondie, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of. Or I’ll let you go back to the rest of the party.” Ace offered.
“If I was going to leave, I would have done that already.” Sanji replied. “Maybe I want to be taken care of.”
Ace took the admission as permission. He leaned forward and kissed him, ignoring the cigarette as the ash brushed his cheek. Ace plucked the cigarette out of his lips like an annoyance and set it down on the balcony’s flat glass railing. He took its place and worked his tongue past Sanji’s willing lips. He licked inside and tasted the smoke and the taste of the expert chef.
Sanji let out a small moan at the feel of the kiss. This was helping him relax more than any cigarette. His hands wove around Ace’s hips and pulled him flush against his own. The pushed back against one another and Sanji could feel his pants becoming tight. Lips and tongues pressed into one another and became familiar.
A scream from inside took Sanji’s attention away and he turned his head breaking the kiss. A hand pulled his attention back the the task at hand. “Hey, you’re safe here with me, Blondie. I’ll help you relax.” Ace got on his knees and made quick work of freeing Sanji’s hard cock.
With a wink and cocksure smile Ace licked the underside of Sanji’s dick. He shuddered at the sensation. He cupped his balls gently and Sanji let out a gasp. Ace continued licking and slurping along his hard cock. Sanji’s hands knocked back the cowboy hat and it hung on Ace’s back from the string around his neck. Sanji’s hands gripped Ace’s black hair as he wrapped his lips around the tip.
Ace circled his tongue around the tip and took him deeper into his mouth. He pushed in an inch at a time while licking around the member. Getting impatient Sanji pushed him a bit. Ace took the action as encouragement and pushed forward taking the rest of the dick into his warm, wet mouth.
Very warm. Warmer than a mouth should be. That warmth spread through his body giving him the sensation of floating in a hot springs. With the pressure of Ace’s expert tongue adding to the experience, this was by far the best blowjob he’d ever received.
Ace began bobbing his head up and down on his shaft. Sanji made soft sounds and looked down to see Ace looking up at him endearingly. Ace’s face had a warm orange glow about it. Sanji pet his hair and smiled at him. He kissed the top of his head as a reward. Ace worked harder and Sanji obliged pulling him rapidly up and down on his cock, riding out his pleasure on the freckled face. “I’m going cum!” Sanji warned.
Ace gripped his hips and renewed his efforts with his wondering tongue to suck and pull out his orgasm. “ACE!” Sanji came down his throat in a few jittery thrusts. Ace took every drop with pride, drinking him down. Sanji’s legs buckled and he slid down the side of the wall.
“Fuck…that was …fuck…” Sanji tried to string a sentence together but his body felt far too relaxed and his mind had slowed to a conformable molasses of ease. Could blowjobs have healing effects, because this one did.
“Thanks for the delicious meal! I’ll make sure to stop by your restaurant and maybe get another meal. Rest up then you should rejoin the party.” Ace said helping Sanji zip back up. His arms felt like relaxed limp noodles. He let Ace take care of him. “I don’t want to go back to the party.” He whined. He wanted to stay out here with Ace.
Ace kissed his forehead. “I know, but it’s not safe out here on the balcony by yourself. I have to get going. I was always planning on leaving early. I have another party to get to after this. Thanks for making this boring party worth something, Blondie.”
Ace kissed his cheek in a warm, wet, sloppy kiss. He jumped up on the railing and kicked off in a backflip. Sanji got to his feet to try and grab the man before he fell. Ace laughed as his feet ignited and he shot off into the night sky like a rocket. “Wait take me with you!” Sanji called out, only to be ignored or maybe unheard. Ace blew one last kiss and shot off, leaving a stream of light and smoke behind the trail of a shooting star.
Sanji laughed at the sight. He’d just had this shooting star suck him off on a balcony at a murder party. This would be a helluva story, if he lives to tell it.
He took the remainder of his cigarette and finished it, then another one, because he was still feeling a very comfortably warm after glow and that deserved a celebratory smoke.
Ace was right, the balcony offered no protection. The curtain swayed a few times as someone must have run passed. Meaning he could easily be spotted if it moved back. There was no reason to return to the balcony.
Time to go back inside. Search the rooms. Survive the night. Maybe get lucky again?
2nd Floor Main Hall - Go to Chapter 4
Chapter Text
Chapter 11
Push him off of the balcony.
Sanji coundn’t risk it. Who knew what kind of monster could ignite flames from their fingers. A dangerous one, that’s for sure. He used his strong legs to push up and delivered a hard headbutt to the other man, shoving him into the glass balcony railing, causing it to shatter into shards of tiny glass that rained below.
The other man plummeted over the side with a startled yelp. Sanji let out a sigh of relief and took the discarded cigarette and lit it up.
Time for a victory smoke.
Maybe he could survive the night. Breathing in the flavorful smoke he began to choke on it. The orange cowboy hat appeared first, then the rest of the man hovered there with a deep frown. His feet danced on bright flames propelling him in the air.
He hopped down in front of Sanji. He grabbed a fistful of Sanji’s shirt and lit it up as he yelled at him. “I was just looking to have a bit of fun! You could have even just turned around and left. But, no. You had to be an ass.” Sanji struggled and patted at the fire on his chest desperately trying to smoother the flames. “From the look on your face, you thought you’d killed me. Didn’t know I could fly. Can you?”
Ace held him over the edge of the balcony with one hand. “Hmmmm…Not high enough.” Ace’s legs ignited and thrust them both into the air higher and higher until they were above the mansion. The cigarette fell from his lips and disappeared to the ground far below. Too far below.
“I’m sorry! I thought you were a monster!” Sanji tried to explain.
“If that’s what you see, that’s what you get.” Ace released his grip. Gravity did the rest.
Sanji flailed as he fell, searching for a hand hold, gripping at nothing. His shirt had burned away. He felt his skin peeling as the air whipped past him. As terrifying as falling may be it’s the abrupt stop at the end that is the worst part.
CRUNCH!
Sanji heard, rather than felt, the ground meeting his frail body. It should hurt but he couldn’t feel anything. His vision clouded, tinted red. He could only see the bright flames of Ace above like a star. He made a wish upon that brilliant, deadly star. He wished to have another chance and make better choices.
He faded away from his body into darkness, stillness, nothingness.
The last voice he heard before the end was surprisingly Zoro’s. “SANJI! Why did you-------?” Did Zoro find him, what remained of him? It was too late because nothing remained.
Go to Chapter 8
Chapter Text
Chapter 12
Deer Room 2nd Floor
Sanji found a door labeled deer room. He didn’t know what that meant, but it must surely be better than staying in the hall with a hungry vampire, right? Inside were several taxidermized deer hung along the walls, along with several other animals. Each one was masterfully made and lifelike.
The crocodiles were a bit odd, with a banana-shaped growth on their heads. He reached out to touch one and jumped back when its head swiveled to face him. Its jaw stretched open and snapped at him. He backed away from the creature, who was now blocking the door. Backing up, he held his hands up, trying not to offend the creatures.
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” The man with the scar across his face and golden hook stood up from a chair in the corner of the room, where he had been enjoying a cigar, next to a pile of fresh corpses. He pets one of the crocodiles with his hand, and the reptile cuddled against the touch. “They are tamed. Sometimes a pet just needs a firm hand and to be taught to obey their master.”
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out some small cuts of meat, looking freshly cut still dripping with blood. He gently set two each on long scaled snouts. He pulled back and stood next to Sanji. “Beg” He commanded, holding out his golden hook, and the Crocodiles eyes glowed gold and they bowed their heads. “Good. Eat!” They snapped their heads up and the meat flew in the air. One caught it in their mouth, and the other dropped it but ate it greedily from the floor.
Facing Sanji the scared man, Crocodile (a name that now made sense), placed his hook on Sanji’s shoulder. “I’m glad you chose to visit me. As I said, I have a good eye for pets. I want to teach you some new tricks. Are you going to be good for me? Or are you a bad boy?”
Choices:
Be a good boy. Go to Chapter 13
Be a bad boy. Go to Chapter 14
Feed the Crocodiles. Go to Chapter 15
Chapter Text
Chapter 13
Be a good boy.
“I’ll-” Sanji swallows the knot of fear in his throat. “I’ll be good, for you.”
Crocodile smiles back at him, telling Sanji that maybe this was the right answer. He walks back to the chair from earlier and sits down, man-spreading his legs. Pointing with his golden hook to the spot in front of him he says, “Sit.” Sanji nods and sits on the floor on the spot indicated, sitting on his legs.
The hook runs through golden curly locks, lifting a tuft to let it fall back down. The hook traveled lower and tilted his chin upwards to meet the eyes of the other man. “Another beautiful pet.” The older man cooed at him affectionately. With his one hand he undid his pants and released his large throbbing member. “Be a good boy and suck me off and I’ll feed you a treat.”
Sanji nodded looking at the sight in front of him. The dick was large, with pulsing blue veins, and had a wicked curve to it like a happy banana. He started by licking a long stripe underneath, pulling his tongue up past the tip in a show of licking the air and then his lips. Kissing the tips with his pert pink lips, he suckled at the end, then pulled and back and kissed the tip again.
On the third kiss, his lips sunk deeper on his length, just enough to fully take the tip in. He darted his tongue across back and forth eliciting a moan from the recipient. “Ah, my new little pet likes putting on a show for his new master.” A hand on his head gripped his hair down to his scalp and began messaging his head. The gesture was gentler than what he had been expecting. “Go deeper.” He commanded.
Sanji obeyed. Taking the plunge, he pushed down as the dick tickled the roof of his mouth until it reached the back of his mouth, a lesser man would have gagged. Being a chef, he trained out his gag reflex so as not to waste food. It also paid off with his male partners. Risking a glance up he saw Crocodile smiling down at him while petting his hair. “Your hair is shining and so golden that you must belong to a King… Well, you will soon.” Taking an inhale from his cigar, he blew it at Sanji, who breathed it in through his nose and let out a sigh of relief from the lovely hit of his bad habit.
“Look at you. So compliant and malleable, ready to be trained and thankful for it. You’re being so good for your new master. The moment I saw you, I knew you would look so good beneath me.” The praise stirred something low in Sanji’s body, daring to come out. His pants tightened in anticipation of how much more this encounter will escalate.
Picking up speed he bobbed his head up and down, having to lift his body up and put his hands on Crocodile’s knees to get a better angle to handle the curve of his cock. The slick slide of Sanji’s mouth made him moan. “Oohhh, you are made for this, my well behaved, little Prince.” Sanji moaned. “You like that, being my little golden Prince?”
Nodding, Sanji hummed as he moved with a purpose on the cock filling his mouth. “You’re treat is cumming, Prince! Drink it all like a good boy!” Sanji hummed an affirmative “Mmmmhummm.” Crocodile found his release and pushed far back as he fed his pet. Sanji sucked harder hoping to catch all of his earned salty treat. Having caught it all, he licked and lapped at the wavering cock to clean it up.
“Oh, I do love when a pet knows how to clean up without having to be told.” Crocodile caressed his cheek with his hook. Just as he had seen the other animals do, Sanji leaned his head into the touch. Removing his cigar, he held it out for Sanji. Taking the hint, he opened his mouth to accept the cigar. Breathing in deeply he took in the calming smoke. He turned his head but found the hook pulling him back to face Crocodile. Sanji pursed his lips and blew it into the other man’s open mouth. The smoke was sucked in greedily.
Crocodile reached into the pocket of his long brown trench coat and pulled out a leash and collar. A set that was clearly made not for animals, but human use. “Present your neck to your master, pet.” Crocodile spoke in a commanding tone. Sanji tilted his neck up to be taken.
With a smile and with intention, the collar was locked around his neck and the leash was taken into Crocodiles hand. “Good boy. I’ll treat you well, so long as you continue to be my good boy, Mr. Prince.”
Sanji never knew that being obedient could feel so good. He’d only just started but he wanted more. “Yes.” He ran fingers along the leather collar to get a good feel of it. The collar wasn’t too tight and left enough room to breathe easily, but he knew a good tug could have him gasping for air. Did he want that? Maybe, he was learning many new things about himself.
With a frown, Crocodile tugged the leash tight, pulling Sanji’s face close to his. Sanji yelped but kept the cigar clenched in his teeth, afraid of the punishment for dropping it. “Pets don’t speak unless commanded to do so. Is that understood, Prince?”
The word yes was bitten back and instead he simply nodded. The need for air was starting to make him a bit dizzy. The leash was given slack and Sanji was given air, which he snorted in through his nose. Crocodile chuckled at the noise. “That’s right. I can forgive my precious Prince while he’s still learning. But be warned I don’t like repeating myself. Once is a lesson, twice is a punishment. Now speak!”
“Yes!”
“Good. You may call me Master. Nothing else unless I tell you. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master!”
Another frown, which reminded him of his error. “You are so close to getting it, Prince. Now, turn around, lean over and lift your ass in the air, and take your punishment.”
Sanji turned around, presenting as instructed. “Good boy, Prince.” Crocodile whispered in his ear. Sanji felt the cold metal of the hook trace its way down his spine. “Prepare yourself for me while you receive your punishment. The punishment ends when you’re ready for me.”
Letting out a yelp, Sanji felt the first strike of his punishment, a strong slap across his exposed ass. His body tried to naturally jump forward but the pull of the leash tugged him back. Putting three fingers in his mouth he salivated over them for the lubrication. A second slap and he forced his body to stay in place, despite the sting.
Reaching around Sanji pressed his fingers around his back to feel out his entrance, meaning to enter slowly with one, instead a sharp slap caused him to press in fully with two fingers. He hissed from the intrusion and the stinging pink mark on his behind. Scissoring his fingers quickly, the motion was interrupted by another harsh slap. The pause lasted only a few seconds. “Come on now, Prince, I’m bigger than that!” Crocodile egged him on with his words and three rapid spanks, all in the same red-growing spot on his cheek.
The third finger worked in tandem with the other two fingers with an insistent speed to stop the punishment before the tears stinging his eyes made good on their threat. Removing all the fingers, he almost shouted his readiness but remembered his training. He needed to communicate without talking, since he had not been given permission. Getting a handful of each cheek, with a stinging hiss at the grip on the surely bruised cheek, Sanji pulled his ass apart to present his readiness to Crocodile.
“Oh, you are such a good boy. Time to give you another treat. But first, you need to beg like a good boy, tell me what you want.” Crocodile purred while he pumped himself to give his pet a treat.
“Please, please, fuck me!” Sanji begged. “I want another treat! No more punishment, please Master!”
Sanji could feel something prodding at his readied hole. “You say that like I want to punish you. I don’t. It’s only to teach you. Only to make my pet be good for me. Be a good boy, Prince, and you will only feel pleasure.” On the word pleasure Crocodile began feeding Sanji’s ass his cock. “You suck me in so greedily. Your body knows how to behave.”
Moaning at the stretch, Sanji pushed his hips back to hurry him along but was once again stopped by the leash. The movement paused. “Uh uh, let’s not be too greedy. You’ll be full soon enough. I promise little prince.” Only after Sanji completely stilled his movements did Crocodile continue his.
Once full seated inside Crocodile rocked his hips gently to get himself and his pet accustomed to the intrusion. Pulling out a quarter of the way he pushed back in steadily. Sanji whined at the feeling of the fullness, but he wanted more, and this teasing was grating on his nerves. The temptation to be bad ate at the edges of his sanity.
The slow friction was building up pleasantly inside, but not enough to push him over the edge. Sanji let out a small whimpering sound to try and convey the message to pick up the pace. Instead, he pulled out completely. Crocodile sat down in the chair and yanked the leash, pulling them face to face. “If you’re going to be impatient then show me yourself how you can please your master.” Crocodile said patting his lap.
Loosening his grip on the leash, Sanji climbed up on his lap. He lined up the curved cock and sunk down on it. Hands on Crocodile’s shoulders, he rocked his hips taking in the entire length. Crocodile rested his hand and hook behind his head, ready for the show. Sanji smiled, ready to put on a show.
Using the leverage from holding Crocodile’s shoulders, he bounced on his dick like it was his job and it paid well. He didn’t hold back letting out a punched-out gasp at every drop down on the curved cock. The curve at the right angle hit his prostate just right.
Sanji leaned in towards Crocodile’s face and whined, purring with a trembling bottom lip asking for permission. Crocodile closed the distance and kissed him, diving tongue first into his mouth. Sanji had to slow his bouncing to keep their lips connected and began grinding into that just right spot inside. Moaning into the others mouth he yipped when sharp teeth bit his lip and pulled back.
“Sorry, pet. I just wanted a little taste of you, my good boy. You’re being so good that I’ll allow you to orgasm, after I’ve had mine first.” Crocodile spoke in his commanding voice and Sanji wanted nothing more than to obey.
Nodding his agreement, Sanji went back to work. Grinding and bouncing on the older man’s lap. He tried easing off his prostate to hold off his release, but Crocodile grabbed his hips and aimed just right and hit it dead on. “Gahh!” Sanji let out a sound he hoped didn’t count as talking. His Master chuckled and continued pushing back against Sanji, following the rhythm he created.
With a deep throaty groan Crocodile unloaded his treat deep into Sanji. Hearing the sound and feeling the warmth filling him, Sanji grabbed his own cock and pumped it a few times to follow suit. White splashed onto Crocodile’s dress shirt. Sanji looked panicked a moment before his Master laughed a whole-hearted sound. “Be good and clean up your mess little Prince.”
He hopped off his lap and back to the ground. Sanji’s tongue got to work cleaning up his mess. Making sure not to miss a single drop, his tongue lapped away like a puppy. His Master smiled and petted his soft hair. Once finished he stuck out his tongue to show he had eaten it all.
“Oh, my sweet Prince, what am I to do with you? I’ll let you pick. You can leave and enjoy Mihawk’s special game, or you can come home with me away from here. If you come with your Master, I promise to take very good care of you. Like I do all of my pets. Speak!” Crocodile gave him an offer that Sanji had to consider. Return to the unknown horrors of the game or leave with Crocodile to whatever unknown horrors await him there?
Woof! Go to Chapter 16
Back to the Horrors. Go to Chapter 4
Chapter Text
Chapter 14
Be a bad boy.
(Rape/Non-Con)
“I’m as bad as they come, asshole!” Sanji shouted looking back at the man while making a break for the door, cut short by two crocodiles with snapping jaws. He slipped and hit the ground and was welcomed to an up-close look at rows of vicious teeth.
“What a shame. Looks like you aren’t properly trained yet. I can fix that.” Crocodile stated. “Now sit!” Using his hook, he pointed to the floor at his feet. Using his hook, he pointed to the floor at his feet. With a pointed glare back, Sanji crawled up to the man and away from the animals, then knelt. Maybe if he played this game, he would let him leave?
A hand grabbed his hair and pulled, twisting his face to make his face the other man. Lips pushed against his and Sanji turned his head to avoid the contact. A swift kick to the abdomen had him gasping for air. Sanji was drug over to the beasts from his hair and his head was placed into the open maw of one of the scaly pets.
Now he was looking up at the roof of a mouth while his head rested on the pillow of a rough tongue. Teeth scratched his back. He froze in terror of what would happen when the jaw snapped closed. “Ready to listen now, pet?” Asked Crocodile, who released his grip from his hair, knowing he had a far more powerful hold on the man below him.
“Yes, I’m ready- to - to listen.” Sanji replied in a stutter, his voice trembling.
“Good. But you need to be punished now. You’re such a beautiful boy but so bad, like a spoiled prince. Hmmmm…I think I’ll name you Prince. Yes. That’s your name now. Do you understand Prince?” Crocodile stated the new name as a fact and Sanji was not in a position to argue.
“Yes.”
Satisfied with the answer, Sanji was pulled from the maw and pulled up. “Now strip.” Following orders, he quickly undressed down to his underwear. “All of it! You can’t even follow simple orders!” A hard slap across the face had Sanji’s ears ringing. Crocodile was saying something else, but he couldn’t hear him.
Shaking his head in disappointment, Crocodile walked across the room to a bag and took out some items. Stunned from the slap, Sanji let the man put a band, no, a collar around his neck with a leash. With a yank from the leash and a kick to the back, he fell and landed sprawled out on the floor, naked and vulnerable.
Hearing back he heard the man give another order. “Lift your ass up high!” Sanji moved to try and lift himself up, only to be kicked again. “I said just your ass! Useless mutt!” The hook looped around a leg and lifted his ass into the position his captor desired.
A jarring strike across his ass had him yelp. Turning his body, he saw the other man had a riding crop in hand and a sneer on his face. “Stop moving or you will regret it!” The hook pulled him back down and his arms lost their position, and he fell back down. The riding crop came down again in three more quick hits.
“Ah! Stop!” Sanji begged, when two more slaps of the crop hit his other cheek.
“Mutts don’t get to speak without permission! You haven’t even finished your first punishment, Prince! You will call me Master or not at all!” Crocodile punctuated each word with a painful smack. On the word “Master” Sanji could no longer hold back his tears from falling.
“Pathetic. If you want to start behaving, I can grant some mercy.” Crocodile pulled back and unbutton his pants and pulled out his hard member. The dick was large, with pulsing blue veins, and had a wicked curve to it like a happy banana. He then sat down on the chair. “Lick it like a good boy.” Sanji got back up, unsteady from the throbbing pain on his now red ass. The knelt down and hesitantly stuck out his tongue, barley touching the arching cock in front of him.
“Tch!” The hook pushed into his mouth, pushing it back and out pulling his jaw open uncomfortably and forcing it to stay open. The large dick was shoved in. Had it not been for training out his gag reflex, he would have vomited. “Don’t make me do all of the work, mutt!” Sobbing he dipped his head up and down making no other efforts to please the man. Drool streaming down his chin and dripped from the hook.
“Show me how pitiful you are and ride my leg like the mutt you are.” Crocodile pushed out his leg between his legs. Sanji followed the order and began rubbing his limp dick against the limb. Finding the pacing too slow. Crocodile grabbed his hair and worked himself faster into the warmth of his mouth.
Soon enough the friction of rubbing against the leg, stirred something his his gut and his cock twitched in interest. He let out a small moan that rumbled along the cock assaulting his mouth. The man above him pulled out and cum spurted onto his face. He closed his eyes to keep them clear of the unwanted facial.
“If you were good, I would have let you eat your treat, but now you can wear it for the mark of shame that it is like a filthy, whore!” The leg was lifted up and pushed harshly against his crotch. “I didn’t tell you to stop! Hurry up and finish Prince! My patience is running thin!”
With renewed efforts Sanji kept his eyes closed as he rubbed himself into the leg. “Look at you. Just an animal following their basic instincts, rutting against anything warm. Hurry up before I decide to neuter a worthless mutt.”
Fearing he will make good on his threat Sanji finished with a small grunt painting the pant leg with streaks of white. “Clean up your mess.” His pink tongue licked up the salty mess. When he cleaned the last drop, he leaned back and hoped this was the end.
Crocodile looked more disappointing than he felt when he told him, “Now turn around and lift that as up” He stood up showing off his curved cock was hard once again.
“That’s not going to fit.” Sanji tried to reason. “Master.” He added at the end before he forgot.
“You were told not to talk without permission. You can’t even follow a simple command!” Crocodile snarled.
The leash was yanked, and he was pulled back over to the crocodiles. Lifting the hook their eyes glowed gold. “Open.” Both opened their jaws wide. “Prince, for your next punishment lay your head back down inside of his mouth. Sanji shook his head. Was he crazy?! He was in pain from the treatment, but this could kill him.
The hook grabbed around his neck and the leash was tightened. After a short struggle Sanji’s head was placed upon the pillow of the crocodile’s tongue once more, but this time face down. His ass was pulled up into the air. He turned his head to rest the side of his head against the deadly maw.
“Stay. If you move. I’ll give my other pet the last order you’ll ever hear. You better hope you got my cock wet enough, because this is all the preparation you’re getting, dog.” Crocodile growled next to his ear.
There was a prodding at his ass before he could feel a pressure forcing its way inside of his unprepared hole. The saliva was not enough. He whimpered at the intrusion tearing him from behind, but he dares not move. Which was difficult with the dick pushing inside of him.
When the head of the cock was inside, his hips were grabbed, and the rest was forced in quickly shoving him forward a bit into the back of the crocodile’s mouth. The mouth closed a fraction before opening again. Fully seated inside he gave no time to adjust and began thrusting in earnest. Sanji’s hands were planted on the ground to keep himself from pushing too far and activating the animals gag reflex.
The slap of his pelvis against his swollen ass hurt with every harsh thrust. He gave a moaning sob against his will as the man raping him found his prostate. At the sound he ground into the bundle of nerves. The crocodile could taste the salt of Sanji’s tears against his tongue, which occasionally moved, licking his face and hair. Tasting the possible treat he would get if Sanji disobeyed.
“Start moving or I’ll have my obedient pet move his mouth.” The mouth lowered only an inch, but it was enough for Sanji to feel claustrophobic. He pushed back into the agony of the dick grinding into him. “Good. You can obey orders. Now beg for me to breed you like the animal you are, and I’ll give you a treat. Don’t and the treat will go to my little Wani by simply making him swallow what is already in his mouth.”
The threat landed firmly in his mind and body. He pushed back with vigor to let the cock rub his insides raw and bloody. “Please! Please keep fucking me and and ah cum inside me!” His words echoed back in the cavern of the mouth his head rested inside of.
“That’s right. More. You want me to give you pups, don’t you?” He asked.
“Yes!” Sanji said not arguing that he wasn’t a dog because if it saved him at this point, he would bark. “Ah, fill me up with pups! I want Ahhh! whole liter! Please! I’ll be good! I’m just a mutt! I’ll be a good mommy! Please! Master, Ahhh.” He sobbed occasionally between words and hoped it did not disappoint Master.
Master was pleased and let him know by cumming inside of him with a grunt. He still then pulled out. There was silence. Sanji waited, knowing better than to move before he was given an order. A few stressful minutes later his leash was pulled, and he was pulled out of the mouth and face to face with his new master.
“I suppose you are a young enough pup that you can be trained.” He smiled and Sanji returned the smile nervously. Cum and blood dripped down his wobbly legs as he faced his Master, knowing his life was in the other man’s hook.
“Be good for the rest of the night and in the morning you can go home. Would you like that pet?” He asked smile hiding his true nature.
Sanji nodded. “Yes, sir!” Finally, he could survive the night and go home.
The smile twisted into a sneer. “I said call me Master! You have much to learn, Prince.”
The rest of the night passed in a blur of pain and threats. By the time the morning light creeped through the window Sanji’s body was bruised, bloody and obedient. Crocodile leashed all of his pets and walked them out on all fours, naked (they were animals after all) through the front door.
Sanji did his best to keep up when his bruised knees felt the gravel he crawled on. A few more steps and he would be free. He saw the work van he drove to the event. He knew that there was an extra set of keys in the dash and some aprons inside. He could see his freedom. Master led him away and to a limo. He put the crocodiles inside first then motioned for Sanji to get in.
He looked at his van then back at Master. He whimpered, opened his mouth, then closed it. He pointed to the van, then himself. “Hah, you will not go home in such a shabby ride. Get in NOW, Prince.” Prince, the mutt, obeyed.
Inside the limo he rested his head on master's lap while Master played with his hair working out the tangles from mistreatment and saliva. A long car ride made Sanji increasingly worried by the mile. The limo brought them to another mansion.
He followed Master into the house to find the interior looked more like an indoor habitat at a zoo. He was placed inside of an empty cage. “I told you we would go home Prince. Be a good boy and I will add enrichment to your environment. Be bad and well, you know very well what happens when you are a bad boy.” The cage closed and Sanji curled up on the dry concrete ground. He hoped Master would return soon so he could show him how good he could be for him.
Sanji escaped only to find himself in a new cage. It took years for Crocodile to finally break in his new pet. By then he was bored with the dead look in his pet’s eyes. Sanji’s became truly neglected when Crocodile found a new pet. A clown named Buggy.
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Chapter 15
Feed the Crocodiles.
“Go to hell, asshole! I’m not some pet you can tame!” Sanji declared. His run for the door was cut short by two crocodiles with snapping jaws.
“What a shame. Looks like you aren’t properly trained yet. I can fix that.” Crocodile stated. “Now sit!” Using his hook, he pointed to the floor at his feet. With a pointed glare back, Sanji began kneeling down then shot back up, headbutting the older man under his jaw. He stumbled back. Using his momentum against him, Sanji kicked him back towards his own hungry pets.
Sanji dropped a knee down into the man’s guts and grabbed his hook, twisting it and pulling it off. The animals moved towards him, and he held out the golden hook. The animals looked at the hook with reverence and bowed. Taking the hint, Sanji lifted the Golden Hook and pointed it at the crocodiles then pointed at Crocodile and told his new pets, “EAT!”
Crocodile crouched over and held out a hand and stump defensively at his former pets. “NOOO! YOU’RE MINE! OBEY ME, PETS!” Strong jaws snapped and ripped away at the screaming man. “STOOO-GGhhh-” The man let out a long bellowing sound at the end of his life. The animals crowded his remains and feasted.
When the animals were fully occupied in their meal, Sanji pocketed the Golden Hook. Slipping out of the room leaving the man to his grim fate, he returned to the hallway.
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Chapter 16
Woof!
“Woof!” Sanji barked playfully. “I want to stay with Master!” Why face the unknown horrors when he could just be obedient? It wasn’t that bad. He even enjoyed himself a bit. This was a new kink, and he was certainly considering trying it out some more.
The answer pleased Master. “Oh, you are such a good boy. I’ll take very good care of you.”
For the rest of the night they fucked a few more times, cuddled and Crocodile told him all about his many pets but assured him that Sanji was quickly becoming one of his favorites.
The morning came quickly, and Crocodile helped him redress and tame his hair that had become sticky with sweat and sex. They walked out together with Crocodile walking in front holding his leash and that of his other pets. They rode a limo to another mansion. Crocodile gave him the grand tour ending with Sanji taking a lavishly furnished room connected to Crocodile’s bedroom.
Crocodile allowed him to call Zeff and share with him that he was safe and staying with his boyfriend now, a story they agreed to say because Zeff was old fashioned and wouldn’t understand them. As time passed, he earned the privilege to use the kitchen and cooked meals for them and all the other pets. Prince’s Master was good to him and spoiled him in their long happy life together.
Sanji escaped and lived happily as Crocodile’s favorite pet.
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Chapter 17
Trophy room 2nd Floor
Finding a room labeled ‘Trophy room’ Sanji considered that it could be a good place because it was unlikely anyone would be crazy enough to mess with Mihawk’s trophies without upsetting the dangerous man. He closed the door behind him, happy to see the open space was unoccupied.
Inside, the walls were decorated with plaques for all types of tournaments. Clear glass cases stood tall lined up in the center of the room, filled with various achievements and awards. There were swords and trophies, mostly from sword fighting tournaments. Mihawk was known as the world’s strongest swordsman after all. Upon closer inspection he spotted some of the dates, 1842, 1924, 2007. The dates went back from before he was born, hell before Mihawk should have been born. Right, Vampire. He could have been born centuries ago. Probably was considering this is the 150th Halloween party.
More surprising was the photos where Mihawk’s appearance changed not all. Some of the photos were competitions, and others that looked like family photos. Some looked old and were in black and white and others in color. More surprising was who were in the pictures along with Mihawk, the pink haired girl, Perona and his old school friend, Zoro.
These were old. Picking one old-looking photo from the wall, he removed it from its frame and turned it around. On the back was labeled: Mihawk, Perona, Zoro, 1967, moved to America. He turned it back around, the three stood there in front of an old ship looking like they just disembarked. They carried suitcases and only Perona smiled. Perona appeared to be faded in the picture and a little out of focus. Looking around the same was true of all the photos she was in. Were they all vampires?
His investigation was interrupted by another person entering the room. The tall dangerous-looking man wearing a pink boa. Dofalmingo, the one Law warned him to avoid, the one now locking the door behind him. Damn it.
Sanji carefully pocketed the old photo.
The tall man sauntered over and licked his lips with a long pink tongue. “Hello there doll. Fancy meeting you here. A trophy among the trophies.” He lifted Sanji and held him against the wall. “Pretty thing like you should be pinned against the wall.” His tongue traced its way along his neck.
Sanji tried to pull away but found himself bound like last time, but this time Law wasn’t here to help him. Doflamingo backed away and held his hands out bending and wiggling his fingers in unnatural ways. Feeling the tug, he could now trace its origins to multiple strings pulling him towards the man against his will.
Choices:
Use the scissors. - Go to Chapter 18
Resist. - Go to Chapter 19
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Chapter 18
Use the scissors.
His fingers twitched in protest as he was pulled flush against the other man. “I’m going to have so much fun with you little doll.” A long pink tongue licked up the side of his face. His arms were pushed in front of him he was able to feel the scissors in his front apron pocket. The other man continued to taste his face. He could not flinch away from the invisible bonds.
“Time to play along.” The tall man said as he felt his arms lifting on their own. His fingers pushed the scissors up and he was able to get and loose grip on a handle. The tool swung open and plucked and snapped a few unseen strings, freeing his hands. Lifting the tool in an arch severed more strings, giving him enough leeway to back up and deliver a hard kick to the man’s head.
Doflamingo looked startled as he was knocked down on his ass. The look of anger and indignation told Sanji this fight needed to end quickly before the other man could regain the upper hand. Sanji lunged forward and stabbed the other man in the chest with the scissors, then he opened them wide and the man’s face fell, literally, pulling away, twisting apart, and unraveling. Strings fell to the floor like sweater with a lose thread pulled into destruction.
Beneath the strings was a much smaller, old, fragile man. “How? Where did you get those?” An accusing bony finger pointed at him. The man was no longer threatening and instead curled into the fetal position staring at Sanji like he was the threat. Satisfied that the man was done, Sanji pocketed the scissors and left the room.
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Chapter 19
Resist.
(Rape/Non-Con)
Sanji pulled and twisted in the invisible grasp making the other man cackle at his struggle. “I do love when they fight!” He was pulled flush against the other man. “I’m going to have so much fun with you little doll.” A long pink tongue licked up the side of his face. His arms were pushed in front of him; he was able to feel the scissors in his front apron pocket. In his panic he couldn’t get a good grip and his fingers slipped away from the pocket holding the only weapon he had on him.
Long fingers trailed down his chest until it found the apron. He felt the items inside and pulled back. Lifting his hands in the pose of a conductor, Doflamingo began his own symphony of Sanji’s forced dance. Sanji’s hands untied his apron, dropping it and his one weapon to the ground. He pulled off his shirt, trousers, shoes, socks, underwear. They all dropped into a pile at his feet.
Fully naked his body posed to flex his muscles. Then he pulled one leg straight up. Doflamingo clapped at his flexibility, please at the sight. Lowering the leg, he bent down and grabbed his ankles. Then he stood back up and bowed. “Good show. What a pretty little doll you are. Oh yes. We have all night but there’s no reason not to get to the fun now.”
Dropping his own clothes to the pile, Doflamingo kept eye contact with him as he stripped. The man was nearly as naked as Sanji apart from the red sunglasses he refused to remove. His cock was already hard and stood up long and ready. He looked far too long for Sanji to be able to take in any hole, but his mouth refused to dispute this. At most he got out a small whimper.
“Show me what the pretty mouth can do.” Sanji’s mouth opened and he gasped, he couldn’t close his mouth nor stop himself from dropping to his knees in front of the tall man. He had to lean up to take the cock into his mouth. Sanji considered how lucky he was that had worked out his gag reflex form working in a kitchen for years, or he would be gagging and choking as the long sturdy dick pushed down his throat.
Sanji nodded and bobbed his head, The strings in his mouth gave the same sensations of have a few strands of hair in your mouth, he wanted to pull them out, but they were wrapped around him too tightly to resist. His traitor tongue lapped and sucked at the cock and his head followed the same orders to please, bobbing and moving up and down.
His mouth was invaded once again with his own fingers taking globs of saliva, then making their way to his ass. His fingers began working himself open, stopping to dive back into his mouth to gather more lubricant and go back to stretching. Doflamingo smiled down at him, enjoying the panicked stricken look in his eyes, knowing what is next to come.
Sanji pulled back with a pop; the cock came out. Sanji’s tongue licked his lips to get the last tasted of salty precum that made him want to puke. His arms reached up around Doflamingo’s neck, and he pulled himself up so that he was chest to chest with the man. His lips pulled forward and kissed his assailant. His long legs hooked around Doflamingo’s midsection.
Sanji’s hand reached down and held Doflamingo’s cock. He found his entrance, and he whined as he dropped himself down onto the awaiting dick. The kiss broke because he could not both ride his cock and kiss him due to the height distance. Doflamingo’s hands lifted and down in tandem with Sanji’s forced movements as he rode the cock in his aching ass. He moaned when the cock hit the bundle of nerves that made him see stars.
Were anyone to enter they would see Sanji enthusiastically fucking himself on Doflamingo’s dick while the other man cackled and smiled. Just when he thought the sensation could not be more humiliating, he felt a tug on his prostate, not a pressure from the dick hitting it, no something wrapped around it. Sanji yowled as the spot was hit, pulled and twisted in a way he didn’t know was possible.
He felt his orgasm about to erupt hard, then stop. It was halted by thin bands wrapped around him, strings. He yowled in pain and disappointment. What Sanji wanted to do was look down and see what was wrapped around his dick stopping him from cumming. Instead, his head tilted up to see a wicked grin. Strings pulled his own mouth into a grin that did not reach his eyes.
The abuse to his prostate and the drag of the cock deep inside of him was all too much and another orgasm built up and then fell short. He wanted to scream but his mouth and tongue did not obey him. All he could give was a near constant whine that begged to be released.
In response, his body began moving faster and hitting that spot harder. His voice squealed and whaled when another orgasm was ruined by unyielding strings. More strings were pushed inside of him and provided a constant grind into abused prostate, made worse when the dick rammed into it. Sanji was crying when the next orgasm was cut off.
Sanji’s whines of protest may have been answered. Suddenly the strings loosened around his cock and thickened, then began pumping him. Now his moans were ones of rejoice that he was ready to cum. The other strings loosened around him, and he could move his own body again. The strings still played with his prostate and pumped his cock, but Doflamingo was giving him control to see what he would do.
He was released from the control, but it was not the release he needed. Sanji rolled his hips harder against his rapist’s long hard cock, seeking to finally get the orgasm teased far too many times. His eyes rolled back. He smiled as his release was- stopped again.
The pain shot up his body as his body was once again taken from his control, and he was forced to ride out his non-orgasm. He grunted loudly and the puppet master laughed as he gave into his own pleasure and cum deep inside of Sanji never letting up on the menstruation, he forced Sanji to give himself.
Without warning, Sanji dropped himself to the ground and curled up with his hands working his own cock, but this too was not his own doing. The torture still hadn’t ended. The strings still assaulted his sore and aching prostate and cock, but now his own hands squeezed anytime he got too close to cumming, stopping him from finishing.
Doflamingo took his time redressing before looking around the room until he found what he was looking for and tossed an item to Sanji. It was a trophy in the shape of a katana, about three feet long, centered on a stand, bronze and hard. Sanji’s own hands began to ease it up his ass. His body was now trembling when the girthy, blunt and unyielding object went deeper. Eyes wide with panic, he couldn’t stop himself.
He sat up and his body moved at the dance of Doflamingo’s fingers, and he backed into a corner on his hands. Sanji was on his hands and knees backing up as Doflamingo helped guide him. The trophy became propped up on the stand and in the corner, keeping it steady to help sink all the way into Sanji, until it could not go further due to where it was mounted on the stand.
On hands and knees, Sanji rocked his body onto the long curved bronze sword. The object found his prostate and alerted Doflamingo with a pained squeak. Pleased with the position he made Sanji continue to rock his body. Sanji’s body was mostly prone and completely controlled by the sinister strings.
Strings yanked his tired body up. Drool trailed down his open slack mouth. They looped around his nipples, pulling and twisting, adding to the over stimulation. His body was lifting and slamming back down on the sword prodding into his burning, bleeding asshole.
The tall man pulled up a chair from the other side of the room and watched the show. Sanji’s aching red cock leaked but never spilled with sweet relief. He began making deep throated sounds to beg. The show continued until Doflamingo looked at his watch. Sanji could only guess how much time had passed but it must have been hours since they started.
The strings brought him another item. Another trophy, this one in the shape of a cup. It floated down with invisible precision in front of his cock and held itself at an angle. Doflamingo stood up and moved his fingers with newfound vigor to match the robustness that the strings moved him. Thrusts, twists, pounding along and inside of his body all moved at faster in human speeds.
Too exhausted to participate Sanji let the waves of pain and pleasure rock him like the tsunami waters of an angry ocean. He fucked himself past over-stimulation onto the bronze sword and was finally allowed to cum. Lights flashed across his vision in spotty darkness. Eyes rolling back into his head, his orgasm crashed into him and spilled into the cup of the trophy.
Sanji passed out after the most intense and most painful orgasm of his life. Consciousness was wrought from his body as his pulled back up to stand on useless feet. The trophy was lifted to his lips and his throat moved on its own to drink down the long-sought climax inside. Finally, his body was freed from all outside forces. His body flopped to the floor, breath heaving and catching in his throat he coughed.
Doflamingo looked down at him and tapped his foot while looking at his watch. He was not for given mercy but released because of boredom. Sanji slowly pulled the sword from his ass. He looked at the bloody and cum covered thing. He could now see the engraving on the front had Zoro’s name on it.
“I’m bored. Leave now, so I can find a more interesting doll to play with.” Doflamingo waved him off. Sanji stood up on unsteady feet and slowly, carefully redressed. Then with the same slow pace he returned to the hallway.
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Dining Hall 2nd Floor
Chapter 20
In the dining Hall Sanji was met with a familiar face, stuffing his face full of food. The friendly glutton from earlier was sitting on the floor surrounded by food and shoveling it down oblivious to the screams and carnage around him. Still warm, blood oozing bodies laid next to the man, who ate greedily.
Noticing Sanji he looked up and gave him a huge grin. “Hey, Sanji! Your food tastes soooooooo gooood! Can you cook for me again?”
“Luffy it really isn’t he time for that. We should leave. It’s not safe here. That Vampire might come back at any minute!” Sanji looked around frantically as if speaking of the devil would summon him. Luckily, it did not. The only ones in the room was the two of them. He didn’t want anything to happen to this guy but self preservation is also important. What should he do?
Choices:
Grab Luffy and drag him out. Go to Chapter 21
Leave him. Go to Chapter 4
Use food to lure him to safety. Go to Chapter 22
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Chapter 21
Grab Luffy and drag him out.
Self preservation did not outweigh his sense of responsibly to save this oblivious idiot. Sanji grabbed his hand and began dragging the guy with him while looking around for somewhere safe to go. He was surprisingly light. Too light. Looking back he was not dragging around the other man, only his arm.
Screaming, he tossed the arm, and Luffy grabbed it with his one arm that was still attached. He popped it back on like it was nothing but an inconvenience to have lost. The other man continued to eat as though nothing had happened. Sanji debated if it was worth trying to help this man, who seemed to be fine with the insane situation they were in so long as he had food.
He needed to try at least once more to get this idiot to safety. “Hey, it’s not safe here. We need to leave. Now.” He was ignored once more. “The food here’s almost gone. If we go I can take you back to my restaurant and I’ll cook you something else to eat.” Sanji pointed to the ravaged table with only scraps of food left. “If we go I can take you back to my restaurant and I’ll cook you something else to eat.”
Luffy looked up from his meal with a gleam in his eyes. “Can I have meat?”
“Yeah, I can-”
“WOOOHOOO! Let’s go!” Luffy shouted before downing the last of the food.
He lifted Sanji up in a princess carry and ran for the balcony. Noticing that Luffy was not slowing down to open the sliding glass doors ahead, Sanji put his arms over his face while tucking his hands under his arms and braced for impact. “WAIT! STOP!”
Disregarding anything from Sanji’s mouth that wasn’t about food, Luffy shattered the glass door, slammed through and shattered the glass railing and sailed over the edge of the balcony to the concrete ground below.
Luffy laughed.
Sanji screamed.
CRUNCH!
Sanji cautiously opened his eyes to find that he landed in a pile of body parts. The owner was whining. “Sanji...help. Put me back together.” He looked down to see that Luffy had broken his fall by breaking up his body and using it to cushion the fall. In the world’s simplest and grossest puzzle, Sanji helped put all the parts back together, reassembling the reckless man.
“Thanks, Sanji! Let’s go eat!” He cheered.
Sanji led them over to the work van and they drove away from the mansion. This was far easier than he had thought it would be. He half expected that some other creature would jump out to stop them. But no, they drove on into the night until they reached the Bartatie. The restaurant was closed as it was well after hours.
Sanji set Luffy up at a table in the dining room with a basket of breads and butter while he got to work in the kitchen repaying his debt. It wasn’t long before Luffy finished the bread and made his way into the kitchen to whine as though he was starving despite just eating his weight in bread. Sanji set two large T-bone steaks, a rack of ribs, bacon wrapped pork chops, and beef stroganoff, in front of Luffy. All of which he devoured quickly with delight. “That was soooo good, Sanji! Your food is the best in the world! Will you cook for me all the time?”
“I’ll cook for you when you come back but I expect payment for my services you glutton!” Sanji pointed to the numerous empty plates. “I can’t let you put us out of business with how you eat!”
“OKAY! I’ll take really good care of you and the restaurant!” Luffy jumped into Sanji’s arms, knocking the other man over. Luffy peppered kisses all over Sanji’s face while running a hand through his blond hair and the other worked its way under his shirt. Sanji let out a small chuckle at Luffy’s assault of gentle kisses. He decided to give in and capture the other man’s lips with his. He could feel Luffy’s smile at the response.
Luffy dove his tongue into Sanji’s mouth and licked inside savoring the taste longer than he had the diner Sanji made him. Luffy was impatient and began stripping both of them down, not wanting to wait on his meal. Sanji pulled back enough to reach the counter and grab a bottle of cooking oil meaning to prep himself, but Luffy stole the bottle first. He took a few mouthfuls of the stuff and Sanji tried to take it back but found himself flipped over with his backside exposed to the cold air.
Luffy’s hands pulled his ass cheeks apart and he covered Sanji’s anus with his lips before his tongue plunged inside with a gush of cooking oil. Luffy used both pointer fingers to pull and stretch Sanji while he worked the cooking oil in with his tongue. Sanji shuddered and arched his back with a moan. Two more fingers worked in to stretch him and Sanji whined not yet ready.
“Slow down! I’m not ready yet!” Sanji complained. It felt damn good, but he didn’t want to tear because this idiot couldn’t slow down and do it properly.
“But Saaaaanji, you taste so good! I wanna eat you up now!” Luffy whined, then drove his tongue back in and devoured his ass with the same vigor he had when eating a good meal. Sanji gasped when Luffy found that small bundle of nerves. “There!” Sanji instructed. Fingers flicked and rubbed the place he mapped.
Sanji was floating at the sensation then Luffy pulled back, now Sanji was the one to whine at the empty feeling. It didn’t last long before he felt something blunt prodding at his readied hole. Luffy sunk his cock fully into the willing, twitching pink hole. Sanji gasped at the intrusion that happened so suddenly, his hands scrambled on the floor for purchase trying to hold onto something for what was coming.
With no time to adjust, Luffy started thrusting in and out at a fast pace punching out gasps and moans from Sanji. “You feel soooo good Sanji. I need to taste you again!” Luffy pulled out and flipped Sanji again onto his back. In no time, Luffy pushed back in and began thrusting again. Reaching up Luffy grabbed his head, and it came off with a pop. Sanji had seen him come apart a few other times but still wasn’t ready for the sight.
The dismembered head smiled and moved down, taking Sanji’s throbbing cock into its mouth. The hands moved the head up and down bobbing on the cock. “Oh, fuck! Luffy!” Sanji moaned out at being taken from behind while the man sucked him off.
Luffy sucked hard and worked his tongue around enjoying the high-class meal being served to him. Sanji’s little whines and moans were the beautifully crafted sides that accompanied the divine spread before him. Luffy’s cock made it’s way back to the prostate and began pounding it in time with hard sucks. He hollowed out his cheeks trying to suck the life out of Sanji though his cock.
Too overwhelmed and ready to let loose, Sanji came down Luffy’s throat. Luffy hummed his approval and drink it all thirstily. The head was placed back onto it’s neck. The thrusting hadn’t stopped from behind, giving Sanji no rest.
The pounding gave rise once more to Sanji’s cock, ready for another round. “Can I cum in you Sanji? Will you be mine, Sanji? Please? I’ll take such good care of you!” Luffy proposed.
“MMmmmhmmm. Yes! Please!” Sanji replied, head floating in subspace at the relentless pressure hitting him and filling him oh so right. Luffy’s hands took Sanji’s hands in his. Luffy kissed and licked each one. Sanji had the slight sensation of something metal on his finger, but there were better sensations to focus on, so he thought little of it.
Luffy leaned back and slammed his hips harder into Sanji’s prostate until he was screaming from the feeling. Cum shot out of Sanji’s cock landing on both of their chests. Luffy followed and came as he pressed hard and deep inside of him. Sanji felt the liquid fill him and he moaned at the warmth.
Luffy stayed inside as he became flaccid and wrapped his arms tightly around Sanji. “I’m so happy Sanji! You’re the best bride ever!”
The fogginess of his brain began to clear at the words. “What? Bride? What are you talking about?”
Luffy held up their intertwined hands to show Sanji the rings on their fingers. “We’re married! Now I can have my wife cook for me every day! I’ll take such good care of you too!”
Dumbfounded by the logic Sanji sat up taking Luffy with him because he could not pull out of his strong grip. He shook his head to clear his mind. “Luffy. You can’t just declare that we’re married. That’s not how it works.”
“Shi shi shi!” Luffy laughed full of mirth. “Of course that’s not all! I asked and you said yes! I’m allowed to marry whoever I choose! It’s my right as the Pumpkin King! Oh, and that makes you the Pumpkin Queen!” Luffy stood up and pulled Sanji with him.
Orange and green lights swirled around Luffy’s head, and a large pumpkin appeared where his face had been. The same lights shone around Sanji’s face; he batted at them to no avail. He didn’t feel anything different until he brought a hand to his face and instead of skin felt a gourd. Grabbing a shiny pan he saw his own reflection in horror: A pumpkin covered his face, no, it was his face.
His pumpkin face screamed.
His husband laughed.
Sanji escaped and took on the role of Pumpkin Queen. To his relief, Luffy taught him how to switch faces. His Pumpkin Queen powers were mostly related to being able to growing fruits and vegetables from only a little dirt. A very handy and money saving ability. Married life was better than he could have imagined. Luffy brought joy to his life with an equal amount of chaos.
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Chapter 22
Use food to lure him to safety.
Sanji grabbed a chicken leg and waved it in front of the other man. Luffy’s head turned and his eyes gleamed green and he lunged forward and bit onto the chicken leg. Sanji began dragging the other towards a door. He could hear chewing and crunching sounds. Was this idiot eating the bone too, he wondered.
Pain flared up in his hand, and he looked down in horror to see Luffy had clamped down on his hand. Sanji kicked him away, with a wet ripping sound. Sanji gripped his shaking stump while tearing off his shirt, which he used to wrap around the bleeding stump. Tears poured unrestrained. His hand! His precious, only used for cooking hand, was being eaten by the hungry monster before him.
Luffy licked his bloody lips and lunged forward. Sanji kicked out sloppily, but Luffy was ready. He dodged and tore into the meat of his leg, ripping it off. He chewed meatily. Sanji kicked back to try and crawl away. Luffy swallowed. “You taste soooo good Sanji. I need just a little more. Please?”
“NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME MONSTER! DON’T TAKE ANOTHER STEP!” Sanji cried out.
Luffy stopped and tilted his head to the side considering his options. Sanji hoped he was actually listening to his request. Luffy put his hands on either side of his head then twisted and pulled up, removing his own head with a pop. Taking the head in one hand, he wound up a pitch and threw it at Sanji. Sanji screamed at the smiling, open jawed face flying at him. The teeth clamped down on his shoulder and ripped another part of Sanji away in a bloody mess. Pain tore his body as teeth ripped him apart.
Sanji’s vision blurred. He batted blindly at the head. The body lurched over and threw itself on top of him. Holding the one hand down, he was restrained as the head moved up and chewed wetly at his neck. His breathing came out in hiccuping, sobbing gasps, slowing, slowing, then stopping entirely.
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