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White.
When Luffy opens his eyes, it’s all he sees, just white.
Time passes, and all the Strawhat captain does is lie on the ground, slowly blinking, looking straight up at nothing. His body feels very heavy, like it was made of some sort of metal. It takes a couple of minutes before he finally reacts, frantically sitting up, extremely confused, the situation starting to settle in.
A few minutes ago, Luffy could have sworn it was nighttime, and he was on his bed, surrounded by the loud snoring from his crewmates, all of them cradled by the soothing movement of the ocean waves against the ship. But now he was not in his boat; he was in a strange white place, and there were no other Strawhats to be seen; he was alone.
A part of him, a very tiny part, feels like he should be more freaked out. One of the hardest moments of his life was being separated from his crew, an event that even to this day still gives him nightmares, so being completely alone with no clue of what happened or where he or his friends are should at least raise some alarms.
But he isn’t freaking out; the situation feels more puzzling and bizarre than scary or worrying. He thinks maybe a Devil-fruit user sneaked into their ships and did this, but then that leaves the question of who and why.
He looks to the right, white; looks to the left, white; he looks at the roof, or would it be the sky? It doesn’t matter anyway because it’s all white; same thing with the ground. Before finally getting up, he scratches his head, the whole situation leaving him dumbfounded. When he stands up, he notices that there doesn’t seem to be a limit between the ‘ceiling’ and ‘floor’ of whatever the hell he is in, like he’s floating in some kind of void, but he isn’t floating, his feet firmly planted on the ground being proof of that.
The rubber captain decides to start walking, with no clear destination or point besides trying to find his crew members.
“Nami! Chopper! Franky!” He starts shouting for some of them, one by one. “Zoro! Brook! Usopp!”
There isn’t any indication of how much he has walked, but it must have been a lot because his legs are starting to feel more and more dense with each step. He stops, taking a small break, trying to catch his breath. It was when he was about to call for Robin that he noticed something far away, in the distance.
A figure.
Luffy squinted his eyes, trying to discern anything about this mysterious silhouette. They seem to be human; their head is smaller while their shoulders are, in contrast, wider.
Then he notices it.
On top of the figure’s head.
A white hat with black spots scattered through.
That could only mean one thing.
“Torao!” He exclaimed, very happy not only that he wasn’t alone in this weird place but to see his ally. It’s been a while, and he has missed the older captain since he returned to his crew and left the Sunny.
Luffy didn’t even think about it for one second. Taking a quick and short impulse, he stretched out his arms towards Law, wrapping them around the surgeon’s body, and finally taking off, ‘flying’ towards the other captain.
As soon as he was approaching Law, Luffy noticed something weird. While the older man did have a bigger frame than him, his chest area felt particularly larger and softer, though as he got closer, Luffy did see that he was wearing a coat, so that could explain it.
When he collided with the other man, the impact made Law be pushed forward, almost losing his balance. Luckily, the surgeon was able to recover and avoid tripping on his feet. Luffy kept his arm tightly wrapped while also crossing his legs on top of Law’s stomach like he was piggybacking him. He nuzzled the other’s nape, feeling the familiar scent of the older captain; for some reason, he could feel the beat of his heart go faster.
“Torao! What are you doing here? Where are we? Is your crew with you? Have you seen anyone from mine? I can’t find them!” Luffy starts rambling, rapidly asking questions without letting the older man speak.
Someone interrupts his yapping.
“What do you think you are doing?!” A feminine voice asks, sounding extremely annoyed. Luffy looks around them, taken aback. He and Law are the only ones here, so where would that third person be? It sounded very close.
It also sounded weirdly familiar, smooth and low, but he couldn’t place where he had heard it before.
“Are you even listening to me, Strawhat-ya?!” The voice said, even more pissed off, and...wait, that last part.
Luffy moved his head and neck forward past Law’s shoulder, trying to face the surgeon. A pair of familiar golden eyes looked back at him, accompanied by an even more familiar frown. The rubber man tilted his head trying to examine more closely, but he was now even more puzzled; his ally looked the same: short and wild black hair tamed and mostly hidden by the spotted hat; tan skin; strong and deep eye bags due to a lack of healthy sleep; a sharp chin and cheekbones; maybe his eyelashes were a bit longer and his sideburns were shorter, but otherwise he seemed normal.
He posed his eyes down to the surgeon’s chin and blinked slowly. “Did you shave, Torao?” Luffy asked, snapping back one of his arms to point his finger just barely away from the other’s jaw where Law’s usual goatee was now gone.
“Get off me!” Law snarled, shaking Luffy off his back.
Now standing up, the rubber captain looked at his ally more thoroughly from head to toe; it was then that he finally realized what was different. Luffy couldn’t help but double over and start laughing.
Law stared at him baffled, doubting the state of Luffy’s sanity, though it wouldn’t be the first or last time.
“Did you piss off Iva-chan, Torao?” The younger captain asked while glaring up at the other, still laughing to the point that tears were forming in the corner of his eyes.
“I…don’t know what you are talking about,” the surgeon said softly, brows knitted.
Laughing fit over, Luffy straightened up and stared down at Law’s now very prominent pair of breasts. “I think yours are a bit smaller than Robin’s or Nami's." He said with a straight face, his index finger hovering a few inches away from the other captain’s chest, “Still big.”.
“Knock it off!” He, she?, barked while swatting Luffy’s finger away; the other captain yelped and started to stroke his hurt hand while pouting.
“I don’t think he’s going to listen to you,” a low, deep voice interrupted them.
Luffy froze up, was that...?
The rubber captain turned his head in the direction of the voice, recognizing who it was, an excited open smile on his face. “Tora-Wait…” The smile turned into a puzzled expression, wondering if he was hallucinating or if what he was seeing was real.
In front of them, one hand on his hip, the other holding his sword over his shoulder, was Trafalgar Law. But this Law was regular Law, without boobs and with his usual beard.
As he approached them, the younger captain just kept rapidly looking back and forth between the other two, his brain melting. Was the Torao with tits an imposter, like the one Luffy had in Sabaody? Was this also the power of a Devil-fruit user? Is it the same user that put them all in this place?
The two surgeons just eyed each other, mirroring the deadpan expression, like nothing about this was weird or unusual. They were both wearing identical clothes: a big blue coat with a collar of feathers, a white tank top showing their tattooed arms and part of their chests, the usual jeans with the pointy shoes, and of course, on top of their heads was the same spotted white hat.
Outside of the bigger differences, there were more subtle ones: while both have a similar body frame, female Law was slightly smaller, but the muscles on her arms were noticeable and firm; both were taller than Luffy, towering the Strawhat captain.
“What is going on?” The younger man tilted his head and crossed his arms, pouting in irritation at how little sense all of this made.
“It seems we've been transported into some kind of strange dimension where there exists an alternate version of myself,” the male surgeon calmly explained, signaling with one thumb to the female Law next to him.
“Do you know him?” Now addressing her, he inquired while pointing to Luffy.
“Yes, of course we are…” She briefly drifted off, looking at the younger captain, who was gazing up at the sky while scratching his scarred chest mindlessly. She sighed deeply before continuing, “...in an alliance together.”
“Hmm, and where you come from, is he also…?” Regular Law was about to ask before he was interrupted.
“A man? Yes, why? Did you think I came from an alternative universe where all the genders were reversed?” She replied, arching one brow.
The male Heart’s captain just shrugged his shoulders before simply answering, “It was a possibility.”
Luffy’s attention was starting to fizzle out, the conversation between the other two becoming nothing more than incoherent babbling to the rubber man’s ears. With the novelty of the weird white place and the Law with boobs fading away, he was just bored.
He turned around and tried to search again for any member of his crew, especially Franky and Usopp; the sniper always carried with him a deck of cards that they could easily pass the time with; and with the shipwright, it was always exciting and fun to see all the different tricks and powers his cyborg body has hidden, even if Luffy had seen them all already. Sadly, it looks like it was still only the three of them.
The young captain sighed, resigned to just being bored in a weird place with two versions of his ally. He gave a side glance in their direction; he frowned when he realized they were still talking about something that he didn’t care about. Subconsciously, Luffy’s gaze slowly dipped down a little.
He first looked at female Law: something about the way the big heart tattoo shaped around the curves of her breasts felt hypnotic, some portions of the design hidden away due to their size. Male Law, on the other hand, while he didn’t have tits the same way his gender-bend clone did, had enough muscles and volume to also make the ink follow along the shape of his chest.
Another thing Luffy noticed was the way the tank tops hugged around their torsos, the expanse of their chests stretching it, making the already thin fabric thinner and therefore a bit transparent. If he focused his eyes a bit more, he could see the faint shape of their nipples, patches of darker skin subtly peaking through the white cloth.
Luffy’s eyes widened; he started to feel his cheeks warm up, his palms started to sweat, and he felt a bit of wetness in one of the corners of his mouth. Wait, was he drooling? There was also a tickling feeling subtly developing in the pit of his stomach; all these sudden sensations startled him, so he tried to ignore all of it by clenching both of his hands into fists and quickly looking away.
“Strawhat-ya!” His Law yelled at him, irritated. Well, not HIS Law, but the one he knew, the one with a dick.
“What?!” Luffy snapped back, not getting why his ally always treated him like this.
The older captain approached him until he was right in front of Luffy’s face. “Are you thinking of any ideas on how we get out of here? Any plans? Are you even paying attention at all?” he interrogated.
“O-of course I am!” the younger captain replied, crossing his arms while avoiding Law’s gaze.
It was a total surprise for Luffy when the other man forcefully grabbed his face with one hand, squeezing his cheeks. Law then pulled Luffy’s head forward, almost closing the distance between them; the position made the rubber man feel smaller than he already was.
Luffy finally gazed back at Law, who in return was looking at him intently. “You know you are a shitty liar, right?” He muttered, digging his fingers with a bit more force before continuing, “Did nobody teach you that good boys don’t lie?”
That last part in particular started to loop in Luffy’s mind. Meanwhile, the tickling feeling in his stomach was not only worse, but now he could feel it traveling down to his crotch; the heat in his face was becoming more intense. He looked to the side, again avoiding Law’s eyes while pressing his lips into a thin line, not muttering a single word in response to what the surgeon said.
Law let go of Luffy’s face abruptly before walking back to where his alternative version was.
“I swear, sometimes he’s just impossible,” the older male captain grumbled to his female clone. She remained silent, her stare completely on Luffy.
Suddenly, she elbowed the other captain; male Law turned to look at her, confused but also a bit offended by the rude action. Instead of responding, she proceeded to point downward toward the younger man; the other surgeon slowly followed the gesture until his stare ended in the same spot her finger was pointing to.
Luffy’s crotch.
As soon as he noticed where the gaze of the other two was, Luffy pulled both edges of his open shirt down, trying to hide his very obvious erection a little too late.
“Stop staring!” He shouted at them, his face now completely red and sweaty.
“Well, it seems the captain of the Strawhats pirates, the ‘future king of the pirates’, really likes being talked down to; who could have guessed it?” Luffy wasn’t looking at either of them, but he knew just by the sardonic tone in Law’s voice that he had a smug look on his face.
Generally, he would tell anyone who talked to him like that to shut up or challenge them to a fight, but here he just gritted his teeth while looking down at his feet, still pulling his shirt like it wasn’t already known by everyone here what he was hiding.
“Strawhat-ya, come here.” Law’s voice was stern but didn’t have the sarcastic edge of his last comment. His brain is yelling at him to tell the other man to fuck off and try to get away as soon as possible, but he doesn’t.
He walks slowly to the other two until he’s in front of them.
He still refuses to look up. “On your knees.” He heard the older man say, and he could see Law’s tattooed hand pointing downward to the ground through the corner of his eyes, the sight making Luffy twitch in his pants.
So the Strawhat captain kneels, not moving his gaze even now, looking directly at the main culprit of his humiliation, the tent in his shorts; it was almost like his own body was taunting him.
He heard the sound of belts unbuckling and zippers being opened; it gave him goosebumps. When he finally straightens his head, what he sees makes his eyes bulge almost comically, his throat starting to feel dry.
Both of the surgeons have pulled their pants down; their junks now visible. On the left, male Law’s cock was standing proud, large and heavy, surrounded by a mass of thick, dark hair at the base. The head was a strong shade of red; it looked soft and wet, with a long drop of some clear, shiny liquid coming out of its slit.
On the right, peeking under a similar dense patch of pubic black hair, there was female Law’s cunt, puffy pink lips slightly spread open, and on top of it a fat clit. Just as with the other surgeon’s cock, there was some sort of liquid dripping from her folds, making every inch of her pussy glisten.
At first, he wasn’t sure of what to do; he never had much experience with this stuff or real interest. The other two weren’t guiding him or telling him either; actually, they were strangely quiet. He posed one hand on his male ally’s hip to better support himself while the other rested near the woman’s crotch, fingers splayed out, the tip of his thumb stretching the skin enough that her clit was sticking out even more.
He got his face near her core, and after a few seconds of hesitation, Luffy buried his face in it, closing his eyes, trying to take as much as he could with the length of his mouth and chin. He is nuzzling her nub, feeling not only the heat of it but also the coarseness of her pubic hair tickling his nose. The smell coming from her was strong but not unpleasant; it made him want to stay there, just taking it all in as long as he could.
He starts licking her fat lips, timid at first, and just as with her scent, there was a heavy taste invading his tongue, a bit sour but also sweet and just as addicting as her smell. A series of subtle sounds start filling the air, with low gasps and breathy moans coming from the woman above him. It’s encouraging, so he begins to lick more boldly with long, slow drags of his tongue, taking more of her labia.
He could feel her hand at the back of his head now, grabbing and pushing him like he wasn’t already suffocating on her, the mix of tangy flavors and scents drowning his senses. He tries to get between her folds, on the slit where it seems more of the liquid is coming from. He swirls his tongue inside of her, feeling the flutters of her walls around.
Luffy still doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he’s trying to approach this as he tends to do anything: doing what feels right to him, whatever makes his blood boil with excitement and energy. He moves up to where her clit is, just feeling the thick nub first with his lip before taking a long, eager drag. Above, he hears a breathy ‘fuck’ that added to everything else made him feel even more intoxicated.
Suddenly a hand is pulling his hair—not the same one that was pushing him earlier but a slightly bigger one. His head is guided to the left; now nuzzling a thick and meaty shaft, he sniffs deeply and gets a fill of its musky, heady aroma similar to but subtly different from the one on the female surgeon’s cunt.
Luffy licks along the hot length, tongue following the shape of the big vein traveling through the older man’s cock. When he reaches the tip, he laps at the drops of pre-cum and then opens his mouth and wraps his lips tightly around the head. He sucks, cheeks hollowing a bit before he takes more of Law’s dick.
He starts moving back and forth slowly, each time he reaches deeper, his tongue dragging against the underside of the cock. The weight and size of it make the muscles in his jaw begin to ache. With the little bit of brainpower he has left, Luffy moves the hand that was above near the female’s captain core down to grope her crotch properly. He trailed two fingers through her fat lips, still wet from his tongue. He pushes the tip of his finger inside her hole, barely, and rubs around softly, a little bit because of unsureness but also because of the thick girth in his mouth that is taking most of his attention.
He focuses back solely on Law’s prick, on the way it throws and twitches inside his mouth. After a minute or two, the surgeon grabs the back of Luffy’s head with both of his hands, trying to go even farther inside the younger man’s mouth even if he already had his nose buried in Law’s dark pubic hair.
He hears a bunch of raspy low curses coming from the other man. It sounds like it's coming through gritted teeth, like his ally is trying with everything in his being to not show how Luffy’s mouth is affecting him.
Again, someone pulls at his hair, and he returns to being suffocated by the older woman’s pussy. It takes less of a second before his mind rewires and is back to licking, sucking, and slightly nibbling at her folds. Luffy is now boldly thrusting in and out of her; it must feel very good with the way she’s clenching around his finger, her hips trying to follow the movement of it; her moans are rough and a bit freer, less restrained.
The other hand that isn’t busy fingering her is slowly stroking the other captain’s cock, rhythm a bit clumsy, still trying to get the hang of it.
And then he gets passed around again and again, and by the fourth time, Luffy no longer can tell whose hands are whose, everything mixing in a sea of long tattooed fingers touching, pushing, and pulling at his hair. He feels like a toy, nothing but an object being used; the realization not only makes him feel humiliated but also sends heat directly to his prick, still untouched and hidden in his shorts.
He’s fondling Law’s balls with one hand while sucking and licking the space between them and the underside of his cock. The other hand is two fingers deep in female Torao; she’s tightly holding Luffy’s wrist while humping his hand. He gets abruptly pushed around one final time until he falls back to the ground, legs spread open unintentionally; he blinks dumbly at the sky, feeling the wet mix of drool, pre-cum, and fluids on his chin and mouth, even feeling some of it on the tip of his nose.
Both of the older captains kneel next to him; male Law is taking Luffy’s red open shirt off, sliding it from his shoulders. While the older woman is unbuttoning his denim shorts before pulling them down, his hard cock springs out softly, smacking against his lower tummy. Luffy frowns when he sees that there is no underwear to also pull; it wouldn’t be the first time he walked around without it, but he could swear he was wearing his old black boxers when he went to sleep.
He blinks and frowns even deeper when he notices that not only is he completely naked, but the woman that is facing him is also bare, big tits sagging loosely on her fit torso, hard nipples a slightly darker shade than her tan skin. Luffy is not looking at him, but with the way he can feel the heat of his ally’s skin behind him, the other man must also be naked.
Law grabs the side of his head and moves it closer, Luffy’s forehead now resting on the junction between the surgeon’s neck and shoulder. Law keeps his hand on him, with enough force to not let the younger man move as if he were forcing Luffy to just watch the spectacle in front of them, not letting him miss any second of it.
The female surgeon let a long drop of drool fall slowly on the tip of Luffy’s cock before spitting more on it. She jerked him a couple of times, moving her hand with confidence, clearly more experienced than the rubber man; tightening and twisting her grip at certain parts, making the eyes of the younger captain roll back while letting a pathetic whine escape from his mouth. She then proceeds to put his dick between her breasts, engulfing the hot member in them.
She kept holding her tits together while moving up and down, the sliding easy thanks to both the natural lubrication of his prick and her spit; the result was a delicious friction in his cock that left him lightheaded. If it weren’t for the older man holding him in place, his head would have fallen back; instead, he curled his toes and clawed at the floor beneath them, moaning openly, no longer being able to contain himself.
Everything was feeling too much, so Luffy closed his eyes tightly. He heard a breathy chuckle next to him. Law was now grabbing his jaw, fingers digging into his skin. “Come on, don’t close your eyes; don’t tell me this isn’t what you imagined earlier when you were looking at our tits, you naughty boy,” he whispers hotly, his warm breath tickling Luffy’s ear.
A part of him wanted to shake his head in denial, the shame being too much for his ego, but the other part just wanted to nod and give himself away to pleasure; it was pointless to keep denying the obvious anymore.
He ended up nodding as much as the grip on his jaw allowed him before opening his eyes, looking half-lidded downwards at the head of his cock peeking between the older woman’s breasts while biting his lower lip; the sight mesmerizing him.
Luffy doesn’t know how much time has passed; one moment it feels like everything is going extremely fast, and then the next it feels like time is at a snail's pace. He is surprised by Law suddenly turning his head to the side and kissing him. It is passionate and wild from the beginning, the older male captain not letting a second pass before he pushes his tongue into the younger captain’s mouth, trying to explore every inch of it.
He tries to kiss back, tries to twirl their tongues with the same intensity, but just as when he was on his knees earlier trying to pleasure them both at the same time, his mind was split in two, one side focusing on his and Law’s lips rolling over each other, the other on the hot pleasure building up on his lower stomach.
Finally, whatever is coiling tightly there snaps, and he has his release, hips moving frantically trying to milk his orgasm. He breaks the kiss with a long, highly pitched moan before focusing his gaze on the thick spurts of cum coming out of his tip; most of it falls and trickles down on the curves of the female captain’s chest while some ropes land upwards on her chin, the highest not reaching her mouth barely.
“Huh, that was quick." She said amusedly, cleaning her face casually with the back of her hand. "He’s still hard, though." She pokes the sensitive head of Luffy’s cock with one finger, smirking while following with her pupils the slight bounce of the shaft. She straightens up and positions herself on top of Luffy’s thighs while grabbing his prick. “Yours is bigger than his." She’s talking to her male counterpart but looks straight into Luffy’s eyes while doing so, the smug smile never leaving her face.
The tip of Luffy’s cock rubs against her clit and lips a couple of times before she lines it up with her hole and sinks down, her cunt slowly sucking the hot length in.
The second she’s fully seated on his cock, male Law moves away from Luffy’s body and sight; if his brain were functioning normally, Luffy would have asked the other man what he was doing or where he was going. But right now the Strawhat captain was way too focused on the warm, tight walls wrapped around his dick to notice his other ally's absence in the first place.
Without anyone holding his head or upper half, Luffy completely falls back, lying flat on the floor, not moving except for when he grips with both of his hands the older woman’s thick and firm thighs, searching for anything to ground him. Her hands rest on his scarred chest, using it for purchase as she begins grinding and lifting herself before sinking back down, slowly starting a steady rhythm.
He lifted his head, looking at the way the muscles in her arms and abdomen flexed while she was riding him, her breasts starting to bounce heavily with each slamming of her ass against his pelvis. There was a layer of sweat forming on her body, making the skin in her torso and chest shinier; he took a peek at her face, noticing how the sweat on her forehead made the surrounding hair locks damp and stick to the skin. Her brows were furrowed, mouth slightly hanging open, letting out breathless gasps and groans.
But the thing that gave Luffy goosebumps was her eyes; she was staring at him like he was beneath her, inferior. Like Luffy was just a pathetic wimp that she was letting fuck her out of pity. He normally would hate a look like that; he hated when people treated him like less or worse pitied him, but here he could feel his entire body heat up even more, from head to toe, the intensity making him whimper and grab harder onto her legs.
The tight feeling in Luffy’s stomach was becoming unbearable again, so he sat up, hands crawling up, urgently clutching both of her asscheeks while he thrusts, fast and desperate, inside her. There’s a wet slapping sound coming from where their bodies join that drives the young captain even more crazy. She groans, the walls of her cunt clenching around him even more, her hands now scratching at his back, leaving angry red marks behind. He is frantically pistoning in and out of her, squeezing his eyes shut while his mouth shamelessly hangs open, drooling on her breasts and letting out whiny, pathetic noises. He doesn’t care, though; he doesn’t think about that; the only thing on his mind is chasing that explosive feeling again, like an animal in heat.
His vision whites out when he finally reaches his second release; it is stronger than the first one, leaving him with a sense of static coursing through his body. He still humps into her, clumsy and stuttered, trying subconsciously to let every single drop of his seed inside the older woman.
She gets up, Luffy’s cock sliding out of her, wet and shiny with the mix of his cum and her fluids spread across the shaft. He blinks dumbly at his lap, not knowing how to feel about the fact that he is still hard or how it is even possible, his mind hazy in the aftermath of his orgasm.
“For being such a virgin, you sure have stamina, Strawhat-ya” she chuckles, a bit breathless from the recent exertion. Just as last time she teasingly pokes his junk with one of her toes, a mean grin forming on her face at the way Luffy’s prick twitches in response.
“It’s my turn,” the male surgeon's voice breaks Luffy’s post-orgasm trance. The younger man now feels two hands pulling at his ankles, turning him around to face Law, who just seemed to pop back into existence.
They were positioned the same as not long ago except that the older captains' roles were reversed: female Torao kneeled next to Luffy’s upper body while the other Law was between the younger man’s legs, lifting them until Luffy’s torso was almost folded over. The male surgeon starts rutting his heavy cock on the rubber captain’s ass, dragging the hot member on Luffy’s perineum; sometimes he feels the head of the other man’s dick poke at his entrance, making it flutter. It is then that he notices that his hole is wet and opened, and like with a lot of things that occurred recently, he’s confused about when exactly that part of him was touched, not feeling anything until now.
“Hold his head up; I want to make sure he’s looking when I enter him." Again, Law is speaking to his female clone, but his eyes are never leaving Luffy’s, a predatory and lustful glean in the older man’s gaze.
Just as told, she grabs the locks of his forehead with one hand while he holds Luffy’s nape with the other, leaving the rubber captain no other option but to watch with half-lidded eyes as Law’s cock slowly breaches inside of him.
It feels bigger and thicker, and it makes Luffy feel full, but in a different way than good food does. Before he can groan loudly at the intrusion, the older woman is clashing her lips against his, muffling any noise coming from him with her tongue. Law wastes no time, already thrusting in and out of Luffy at a brutal pace.
Just as with the Strawhat captain, there’s something animalistic about the way Law fucks. Quick and powerful thrusts that make the skin in Luffy’s thighs and butt ripple from the impact. The main difference is that Luffy’s movements are desperate and inexperienced, the sensation of something warm wrapped around his prick overwhelming him to the point of his mind blanking out, not thinking anymore about what he was doing, just looking to scratch that itch on the pit of his stomach in whatever way possible; Law, on the other hand, moves his hips with a purpose, knowing exactly what he wants from Luffy’s body and taking it without any shame.
A now familiar smacking sound fills the air again, making the younger man’s cock throw, but he doesn’t touch himself or ask for either of the older captains to touch him; his tongue feels heavy in his mouth, not being able to mutter a single word, just loud moans and sobs of pleasure escaping from him.
At some point, Luffy isn’t sure how much time has passed. Law pulls out and turns him around. The younger man is with his ass in the air, chest flat on the ground, forming a sharp arch with his body, waiting to be filled again; it doesn’t take long before his ally is back inside, harshly pounding his thick cock into Luffy’s hole, feeling the wet smack of Law’s balls against his asscheeks.
One tattooed hand is gripping one of his hips while the other moves to press down on Luffy’s head, not enough force to hurt the Strawhat captain but hard enough to put some pressure on it, one cheek squeezing against the floor. Again, it feels like he is in heat with the sounds he’s making, just repeating high-pitched ‘Ah’ with each new thrust. His eyes are open, but his vision feels blurry and unfocused.
Luffy glances straight ahead, blinking slowly a couple of times, his brain trying to process what is in front of him. Not far from them, female Law was seated, watching intently with lustful eyes at him in particular while biting her lower lip; her legs are wide open, allowing the younger man to see her cunt in full display. She was spreading her folds with two fingers while using her thumb to rub her clit in tight circles. Luffy’s gaze focused down to her pussy, hypnotized by the long trail of cum, his cum, dripping out of it. The sight is too much for him; his eyes roll back and his toes curl around tightly again.
Probably noticing Luffy’s reaction, the older man leans over and whispers in his ear, “You love being watched, huh? Love that she is watching you being fucked like an animal and enjoying it." He gives a particularly harsh thrust before continuing, “I bet you would love to have your mouth back in her cunt right now, cleaning the mess you made inside her.”.
Luffy wishes he could nod, because yes, he wants it; he needs it. But Law’s hand doesn’t allow his head to move, so instead he answers by opening his legs more, giving the older man more access, showing how desperate he is.
The older woman scoots closer to them, and when her crotch is only a breath away from the younger captain, Law lets go of his head. The second the pressure is lifted off him, Luffy grabs her legs and sinks his face into her crotch like his life depended on it. He scoops every single drop of his own spent with his tongue, trying not to leave even an inch of her pussy unexplored. The taste is way too strong, way too weird, but it doesn’t disgust him; it leaves him craving more.
And that does it. For the third time today, the extremely tight coiling feeling on Luffy’s lower stomach snaps, the intensity of it making him feel like he is on the verge of fainting. The strings of hot cum coming out of his cock are almost endless, and the waves of electricity coursing through his body feel eternal. His legs finally give in, and he falls on the floor, his eyes feeling heavy, his heartbeat still going crazy.
He doesn’t know how or when, but Luffy suddenly finds himself on his knees again. Law is standing in front of him, just barely a few inches away, stroking his cock so fast and hard that his hand is just a blur to the younger man. Finally, with a loud grunt, he comes, painting the rubber captain’s face with his load.
Luffy is back to lying boneless on the floor, mouth slightly agape as he just looks at the white 'sky’ above him. His mind is cloudy, not being able to think about anything at this moment.
“Hey” A voice calls him out of his trance, and Luffy’s gaze moves downwards. Both of the older captains are now standing, fully dressed like nothing ever happened, a look of contempt on their faces.
“Wake up,” they tell Luffy at the same time, completely in sync.
Everything fades to black for a couple of seconds before he can see again; there’s no longer white invading his vision but shades of brown. Luffy narrows his eyes, trying to focus his head again. He feels a familiar rocking movement around him; he hears the indistinguishable sound of wood creaking under the weight of footsteps above him; he can also smell the faint salty scent of the ocean in the air.
He quickly sits up, realizing that he is back on the Sunny, the sudden jolt making his hammock sway a bit. The first thing he does is drag his palm across his face and inspect it afterward, brows knitting softly when he sees that there’s nothing on it. Weirdly enough, he does feel some sort of wetness but can’t pinpoint where until he looks down to his lap at the big stain on the front of his boxers.
He leans back on one of his elbows and lifts the hem of his underwear; his cock is soft, but there’s some sort of milky liquid smeared around it. He straightens up again and pouts, trying to remember what happened: he just had a very weird and intense dream where there were two Toraos and they all did a lot of dirty things together, and one of the Toraos had boobs.
He scratches his chin before shrugging his shoulders; jumping out of his bed, he notices the persistent grumbling of his stomach; there is no one of his male crew members in the room with him, so they must all be in the kitchen, probably having breakfast. He runs like crazy out of the door, food being the only thing on his mind now.
***
It was very dark, and the air felt stuffy. There were the lonely sounds of machinery accompanied by the constant rustling of fabric, all of it echoing due to the metal walls of the bedroom.
In the middle of the room, there was a bed. On the bed there was a man, but not any man; he was the captain of the Hearts pirates, Trafalgar Law; he was trying to get a nice, good sleep for once and utterly failing at it. His eyes are closed tightly, face covered in sweat; miserable groans are escaping his mouth while he turns and tosses around under the bed sheets.
But what kind of horrible nightmare is the surgeon having that would make his sleep so hellish?
***
Some kind of white void engulfed everything, making the space feel extremely empty, with no sign of actual life in it.
Except for the sound of loud talking and laughter coming from two figures.
The captain of the Strawhat pirates, Monkey D. Luffy, was sitting on the ground, leaning back on his hands as he watched fascinated with a wide-open smile at the other person standing before him.
In regards to this other person: if someone looked at the scene facing Luffy, they would think he is talking with a clone of himself, except that there was a major big difference.
Well, two major, not super big, differences.
“And they stretch too!” Luffy’s female counterpart excitedly exclaimed as she grabbed her breasts and pulled them forward, the skin making the usual sound of rubber stretching as she pulled farther and farther. Finally, she lets go, her tits snapping back in place with a loud smacking sound.
“Amazing!” the other replied, his eyes shining in wonder as he jolted up from the ground.
They then proceeded to both laugh and howl as Luffy pulled his shorts down and stretched his dick up until it was almost reaching the top of his head.
Not far from them, Law was seated on the ground, sulking.
“I…I ca-can’t do th-this anymore!” He sobbed, the misery in his voice contrasting with the endless carefree laughter behind him.
He was holding his unsheathed sword with both hands, the tip of the blade against his chest, ready to end his suffering in one quick movement.