Law blinked at him, slowly, disbelieving. "You want me to do what?"
"Don't make me repeat myself," Kid ground out, even though he couldn't blame Law for asking. Not considering what he had requested.
“Let me get this straight. You want me to drug you, so he,” Law deadpanned and gestured at Killer, who was standing next to Kid with his arms crossed, “can fuck you?”
“So what? It’s consensual on both parts,” Kid shrugged, leaning against Killer and letting him take some of his weight. “You can watch or join in on the fun for all I care, as long as you provide Killer the means to knock me out safely. Preferably in a way that leaves me conscious but delirious.”
And would you look at that? A faint blush tinged Law’s cheeks, meaning he was at the very least thinking over Kid’s proposition.
After downing his first drink, it didn’t take long for his vision to get blurry. Kid's sense of balance went away soon after. What the hell did they serve him? He was not a lightweight. A surge of panic went through him as his fight or flight instincts kicked in. Had someone spiked his drink? Oh…
When he turned to Killer with wide eyes, his First Mate gave him an almost imperceptible nod in turn. So it was time then. They could at least let him have enjoyed the celebration a little longer, Kid thought to himself with a grumble. Whatever they had given him packed a punch because between one blink and the next he had lost concentration and the metal making up his metal arm clattered to the ground.
With the last of his strength, he took a stumbling step towards Killer and let himself slump against his chest - where he was promptly cocooned by Killer’s strong arms and his intoxicating scent. Kid let himself sink deeper into the embrace and giggled. Not that it mattered, he already was intoxicated, after all.
“Come on, Cap’n,” Killer slung an arm around him, keeping him upright. “Let’s get you back to the ship, hm?”
Already, Killer’s voice was rough and gravely, and Kid couldn’t help the pang of arousal that went straight to his dick.
Someone plays with his nipple piercings, or rather tugs on them to the point of pain, and Kid can’t help the filthy moan escaping his mouth - or how his dick twitched, another bead of precum gathering at the tip of it. It was a delightful surprise all around, and he was willing to bet it had been Killer who had done it.
“You’re such a pain slut,” Killer sneered, confirming his suspicion, and Kid eagerly nodded - only to be slapped in the face. “That wasn’t a compliment.”
The piercings are connected with a chain and clipped to a leash by someone else, forcing him to crawl behind the one holding it. The wooden floorboards were far from comfortable for his hands and knees. A low whine builds in his throat when he can’t scamper after them fast enough and the pain increases.
The one holding his leash tsked, giving it another tug that almost made Kid’s leg give out under him from the searing pain. “Can’t even do this right, can you? You truly are pathetic.”
Going by the voice, it was Law, which made Kid want to resist just a little bit. Maybe, if his brain hadn’t been so hazy from the drugs, he would have stopped to consider the possible consequences for even a second. But as it was, the little bit of impulse control he sometimes managed to find had long since gone out of the window - so he growled and blindly snapped at the one he presumed to be Law.
“Bad dog.” Someone laughed, and then someone else gripped his hair in a deathgrip and yanked his head back, making tears well up in the corners of his eyes - both from his hair being pulled and the leash going taunt, setting his nipples on fire from how hard his piercings were being pulled on. “I think this dog needs a muzzle until it has learned to obey.”
#WIPScrapyard #nsfw #onepiece #kidkil #kidlaw
tags: bottom Kid, CNC (so dubcon), consensual drugging, knife & blood play, degradation, threesome
Summary: Kid and Killer like getting freaky in the bedroom (and outside it). Some things require a professional to be done safely, so they involve Law.
