The Golden Ratio - Chapter 9

The Golden Ratio - Chapter 9

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg)

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Tesoro

As the ruler of the Gran Tesoro, I have played games with countless gamblers across the years. Crushing their hopes dreams just to feel something, getting to see the hopes of marines and pirates alike draining from their faces. Now, my days are completely capitalized by a different source of entertainment. 

When I first saw Zoro fighting the intruding pirates in the theater bay, I was impressed by his ability. The agility with which he moved between the enemy pirates, climbing over swords and heads like letters. The strength to cut through them like butter and the way his almost naked muscular body flexed with each of his movements. I knew at that moment that I would have the entertainment of my life and turn this athletic pirate into a butterball.

I have to keep my expectations low, he will most likely be like my other pets.

After a few weeks, I would lose interest in him. 

I couldn't have been more wrong.

The Pirate Hunter is not only occupying all of my time, but he's growing beyond my wildest expectations. 

At some point, he let go of his restrictions and started to satisfy his needs freely, which meant sex and food by the tons. In a way it did wonders, he eats without restraint at every opportunity, saving me the effort of trying to push him further to indulge. For someone with my funds, the extra meals are nothing, but his appetite for food hasn’t been the only one to grow.

His sex drive is monstrous, now at any given moment, Roronoa would jump on top of me and use me as his sex toy. Not that I dislike it but it has put my stamina to the test. I have created a monster, a very horny monster.

My goal was to get him hooked on my touch, now my mission is completely dedicated to keeping him satisfied. In my latest attempt to create a distraction from his constant need for my dick, I sent the local chefs to scout for East Blue recipes. Their findings would be added to the different restaurant's menus. 

My plan was to decorate Yolkdale with every sword adjacent treasure in our vault, and convince him the new items from the east blue are part of a limited time menu.

The morning of the event I had to wake up ahead of schedule, to organize the men while they hanged the decorations in the restaurant. Then go back to my bedroom and convince Zoro, just so we could move out of my quarters for a quick breakfast. He has turned into such a lazy pig that this is the only way to convince him to move out.

We made it to Yolkdale before it opened to the public. The mornings are the most busy time of the day for them, especially since most guests order their food to go. We were no exception, I can't remember the last time I set foot inside this restaurant till this morning.

The building reflects an old-fashioned dinner. There are several rows of golden seats and booths, all decorated with red cushions that shine under the fluorescent light. Massive record players cover the walls at both ends of the restaurant, they have all of my biggest hits of course. 

The walls are covered with pictures of every samurai, swordsman and alike that ever visited this restaurant. Regularly there are pictures of more celebrities, pirates and marines alike. But I hand picked the pictures on display today. 

Sword of all types decorate the walls as well, but Zoro passed them by like they were nothing. Even a sword donated from a legendary swordmaster escapes his attention as he lumbers his way to one of the booths.

The glutton is too hungry in the morning to notice, but I'm used to his idiocy by now. 

Getting his butt inside a booth was a challenge for him, and an exciting display of his size for me. After seeing him trying to fit in for a while, I ended up moving the golden table with a snap of my fingers. 

Once seated he entertainment himself looking at the pictures of the food in the menu. Im still surprised how he find joy in this, after he has ordered the menu for this place so many times now.

“You did this on purpose didn't you?” he said while his eyes stayed glued to the menu.

“If you mean getting you so fat you barely fit on the boot? Sadly that's your doing Roronoa.”

“I fit just fine, and you know what I mean. The limited time offers are all from Shimotsuki Village.”

“Aren't you impressed?”

“Everything looks just like back then, but that's beside the point. I can tell what you are doing.”

I arched an eyebrow at his comment, he just continued.

“You think I will be amused by some nostalgic dishes, but it doesn't work.”

“It would sound more convincing if you were not drooling over the menu.”  

He grunts at my reply, wiping the saliva off his lips. After a while, the waiter arrives to take our orders. Zoro starts to show her the list of items he wants for what I know will be an hours-long binge.

“I will have a sourdough toast with golden baked eggs and black coffee,” I said. 

While we waited, waves of workers ran in and out of the kitchen. They would bring ingredients, clean the restaurant and run to deliver food around the ship.

“Are all of your workers because of a debt?”

“Not all of them, but most are.”

His eye remained in the group of men as they worked. When one of the delivery boys drops an order, a muscular man comes to him. We could hear the reprimand the man was getting for his mistake, just to get slaps across the face. The hit was so sudden the delivery boy fell back to the ground.

“Fire him.”

I looked into the chaos and replied, “What? No, I don't follow orders from my pet.”

I could sense the hints of his smell in the air, my heart beats against my chest rapidly as he looks at me, lazer focused.

“We won't do more sex stuff if you don’t.”

“You wouldn't dare.”

His smell has become more cuativating, a musky aroma that permeates around the restaurant. As I huff for air all I do is get more of him in me.

We are interrupted by the waiter bringing our avalanche of dishes. I though Zoro would leave the matter alone by the time she is done. Instead he looks at me with the same vitriol as before. His hands went for the first bite of food without taking his eye off of me. 

As his hands rise to bring more food to his face I feel my mouth water, not for the food but for him. My head gets flooded with images of all the depraved things we have done and all the things I could do right here andd now.

Every chew and bite he takes, is slow and deliberated. It drives me insane to see him eat like this, II can feel myself sweating just from been this close to him. but I keep my composure. He cant run over me.

As the silence between us grows he starts to pick up pace. He rips chunks of food with his naked hands, his angry eyes still glued to me. The faster he moves the more violent his body jiggles and the more I feel myself lose control. 

I can't take it anymore. So, I tie his leash to the leg of the table.

“I have a meeting near the restaurant, stay here till I return.”

He finally stops looking at me before waving his hand dismissing me. 

I walk toward the exit before I look at the man that knocked the delivery boy. Taking a strong stomp I get his attention, the color in his face drains. 

“You! You’re fired!” I yelled, pointing at his face across the room.

The man looks at me, a mix of confusion and fear. when the restaurant starts to rattle with my power he volts to the exit, leaving the rest of the workers stuned.

“What are you all looking at? get back to work! You have a client don't you?”

Everyone ran back to work, a new sense of urgency on their steps. I could hear Zoro snickering as I got out of the restaurant, cocky cow. 

Days ago I got a letter from the world government, apparently some of the celestial dragons want to come for a visit. In preparation for the occasion they will sent some cipher pol agents to ensure the route of access are safe. 

The goddamn idiots, it's not like this is their first visit. After been subjected to the worst those bastards have to offer, I still have to put up with them. Acting friendly, pretend you missed them and smile when they visit every other month.

Everytime I get another world government letter my stomach burns with anger. It's the same miserable posturing and protocol just to pander to this scum of the earth.

I gulp my own disgust as I approach the cipher pol ship that just unloaded at the bay.

The same faces every time, they present themselves as if I didn't see them last time. The same patrol and security checks as always, boring to my core. All I can think of is my pet waiting for me at Yolkdale.

“Everything seems to be in order for the celestial dragon’s visit, Tesoro. But we got word that you got another of your pets. If you want him to come to visit , he needs to have an interview with us.”

“No, it won't be necessary.”

I would rather make the world government my sworn enemy, than to risk losing another one to those worms. Roronoa is better off without ever crossing paths with them.

“If you change your mind let us know, you have till the day before they arrive.” said the agent before boarding his ship. 

They move to their rooms in the ship, the check up being as fast as usual. This whole guided visit is a posturing measure, once we are done the security team will keep an eye on them through the cameras around the ship. With all of them back in their quarters I had spare time to get back to Roronoa. Getting him distracted with the new menu items was a great idea. When I take him back to my quarters, I will cash on that treat he made earlier. 

When I arrive back at Yolkdale, the first thing I hear is a yell.

“Try and act all tough now you fatass!” 

A group of my workers gather around Roronoa, they shout at him while he continues to eat.

Another man grabs his belly, shaking the blubber.

“What's the matter, cow? too fat to talk?” said the same man.

Zoro slapped the hand of the man away from him, nonchalantly going back to his meal. The man enrages before rising his punches.

“You are nothing but another of the boss' disgusting pets, I will show you your place!”

All of the men get ready to gang on him, but when the first one tries to punch Zoro a curdling scream floods the dinner.

The armament haki protected him from the blow and broke my worker's hand. 

Before another dipshit pulls out a gun, I walk toward them.

One of the men notices me approaching and laughs nervously.

“Look, the boss is coming to join us, show him what's good!” said the man.

I gather gold in my hands before punching him across the restaurant. 

The rest of his group stood in silence seeing their friend become a painting on the wall.

“Boss, we were just showing this slave a lesson. He was giving back attitude.” said the man with the bloody hand.

“He is my property, I imagined you were all smarter than to mess with my property.”

“Sir, we were-”

Before he could talk I raise my hand, the man takes a step back. The gold in the ceiling and floor starts to melt, little droplets float off them and get suspended mid air. My eyes filled with rage, these lowlifes dare to touch him.

The group runs to the door in the other end of the restaurant desperately pulling on the handle. Their efforts are futile, I already sealed the exits. For months I have kept Zoro away from the eyes of anyone, they think they can just waltz here and take him as they please?

I won't let anyone lay a finger on him but me. The delivery boys and cooks take cover as I lower my hand. 

“Golden round!” I yelled.

All of the tiny golden droplets fire like bullets to the group of men, the rain of attacks pierce through their bodies and paint the wall in red. Yes, see what happens when you cross me or my pet.

I hear the screams of the other workers as stray bullets hit them or their equipment. In any other case I would end now, but all I can think is how much I want them to disappear. Like the celestial dragons, like the cipher fools, like the rich bastards of the world, they shall all banish.

Finally the gold stops and I see the result of my work, they breath miserably on the floor. Their bloody bodies were barely alive as I turned to Roronoa.

“Do you want to get going?” I asked.

“I haven't finished yet, but they ruined my appetite.”

That's a first.

“I could order the rest to go.”

“Sure.” 

As we made our way out of the restaurant he turned to the restaurant staff and bowed, or at least as much as he can bow now. 

“Sorry for the inconvenience,” he said between pants for air.

He looked at me, the same accusative stare. Fine, what a killjoy.

“I'm sorry for the mess, I’ll send someone to care for the damages.”

Even without being done with the feast, his belly has inflated to rival the beanbags at the Castaway Lounge. His weight has skyrocketed, making it more of a workout for me to carry him around. He tries to catch his breath as I carry him in front of me. I grab his legs to my sides while he latches lazily to my neck.  

“I'm really sorry for today, it was supposed to be fun but those lowlifes got in the way.”

“It's okay, nothing happened.”

Even after seeing me unload on my own workers, he tries to act like it was nothing. They deserved a punishment, but I went overboard. It's not the first time I reacted like this, I’ve promised myself not to have an outburst like this. Still, each time they come it's harder for me to control them. He doesn't need to see me like that again.

He rested his head against my chest as we continued on our way.

“I feel sick, maybe I ate something that was spoiled,” he said.

“Or you stuffed yourself too much?”

“What do you know about eating anyways, you barely eat anything.”

“I imagined you were too focused on your food to worry about my order,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“I imagined you would try some of the food for the event, instead you had the smallest thing on the menu.”

“Someone in my position doesn't need big portions, I enjoy the lavish and refined dishes from the highest chefs. Besides, I never got used to big portions.”

He didn't reply to that, opting to quietly rest on my shoulder. As we continued our way to the quarters, my memory lingered on those old days. When we couldn't get butter on toast in the morning. 

Before the Gran Tesoro and the gol gol fruit, I struggled to put food on the table, a single slice of bread was a luxury. Even then I always managed to get enough for me and Stella. She was a sack of bones the first time I laid eyes on her behind the bars of the human shop. She would die to have any of these dishes, so I eat them for the two of us.

My reminiscing gets interrupted by Roronoa, he belches shamelessly close to my face. 

“That's better.” he said, satisfied with himself.

He rested his head against me and fell asleep before we made it to the quarters. Show off.

Once we made it into the bedroom I dropped him on my bed. I left him to rest and when the rest of his feast arrived he was ready to go at it again. The hill of food was due to him asking for seconds of the limited time dishes, just before the workers confronted him.

“I have to eat these while they are available right?” he said, getting ready to stuff himself further.

“Wait.” I said.

He looks at me tiredly

“What now?”

“I want to make it up to you, for what happened in Yolkdale.”

“I already said nothing happened. Dont worry about it.”

He quiets down when I grab his ass, letting my fingers linger on the soft flesh.

“Is this a make up gift for you or me?” he asked looking back at me.

“Why not both?”

He pushes into me and I feel my dick stir in my pants.

Enjoying the view of his ample back, I slowly get my hands in the string that is Zoro’s underwear. My fingers teasing the entrance of his butt, with him whimpering from my touch. The more I touch, the more his asshole gushes liquid, the scent emanating from it makes me dizzy with lust. 

He leans forward in the bed, getting on all fours and giving me full access to my price. 

My original idea was to tease him, letting him melt under my pressure and fucking him slow. But the closer I get to his round cheeks, the more I crave to get this scent from its source. 

My mouth waters, the hot steam emanating from his body mixes with my breathing as I get closer to him. His titanic buttcheeks are so tantalizing, like the finest of cakes. I unzip my pants, the aroma entices. I can't resist it.

My hands moved on their own, struggling to part his buttcheeks. I remember being able to hold his bubble butt in my palms. Now I need both hands to hold one overflowing cheek. 

His puckered asshole gushes more juice, and all I can do is lick the pink flesh of his ass

He reacts to my touch, but lets me continue.

“What are you doing?” he said.

“Eating”

“Is that your tongue?”

I lick in circles around his hole and he moans.

His butt has grown so much, it covers my whole face.

It's hard to breathe under this mountain of blubber, all I get is his scent.

“Why are you using your tongue? you pervert.”

“A real man… tries everything.” I said between mouthfuls of ass.

“I’ve never heard of people doing this before. It’s weird.”

His entrance opens up for me and I go deeper. I need more of him, of his taste.

He flinches, pushing back into my face. A deep grunt rolls out of him. 

“Perhaps, but yoou love it,” I said with a laugh.

“Not as much as you- Ooh daamn, stop for a second. You are more eager now, than at Yolkdales.” he lashes back.

“You taste better-  It's sweet like honey … salty… intoxicating.” I replied

The thick liquid coated my tongue, I just need more. My hips push forward, brushing the soft side of the bed. I moan against his hole, and he trembles with my hot breath.

“I'm getting close- Slow down, I can't cum just from your tongue-” he said, with a desperate whine. 

He pulls away from me and I grab his sides, pulling him in.

“You can cum, just-  let me have this” I replied. I will read it and make the changes as it goes

He stays quiet until I drive my face deeper into him. He moans wildly and his ass clenches around my tongue. Zoro’s hands give out, falling on the bed and panting for air.

After catching his breath he rises again.

“You are worse than the pervert cook, you make less sense.”

“S-stop talking about that cook!” I yelled. 

My face coated in butt juice drips on the carpet.

“All you have to focus on is- Me.”

He tries to look back at me, but his titanic hips are in the way.

“I made you like this- noot the cook nor my workers. So, focus on me.”

“Why are you-?”

“Enjoying your ass? Because- I made It this big, I de-deserve to use it. You like it, do-don't you?” I say with a laugh.

He pushed me out of him. The liquid flow slows down. 

“Okay that's enough, just fuck me.”

“Noo! Let me- Just L-let me enjoy this.”

With a sigh he relaxes and I dig back in, each lick sweeter than the last. My body moves on its own, pushing more of his body toward me and rubbing my dick against the bed.

“You have groown sooo muuch for me. Noone of my old pets got this big b-before.” 

He pulls away from me. 

“Why?”

“I got bored of them be-before they got this big.”

“Why do you do this?"

“I give one of them- whaat they wa-wanted and I-II get m-my own pets.” 

“A true saint” 

“Right? Whoo wouldn't-want this anywayyyss? You love it”

“What makes you think I want any of this?”

“You do-don't eeven try to st-stop now. Aalso! Your face is sooo happy when you aree full.”

“It's not true, I-”

I try to get closer to his hole but he continues.

“I do, that's the worst part. I shouldn't like any of this.” 

“Why not?” I said taking a lick of him.

“I have a dream to become the strongest swordsman in the world. How can I do that looking like this?”

“III don't know about swordsman, buut about dreams, they change.”

“What do you know of dreams, your only dream is destroying other people's hopes.”

“Nah, myyy dr-dream waas to saaave Stella, bu-but she is gonee. So, myy new dreeam waas too fiend someone eelse.”

“Huh?”

“Seee, Yoou can haave a -new dream. Likee biggeeest swordmaan, or fattest aasss at se-sea.” I said with a laugh.

He sighs and presses his hips against me again, I could swear he grows against me. 

Stifling a moan he pulled away and I tried to stay latched to his hole. Why is he taking this away from me?

He uses one of his feet to keep me away. Why can't I push back?

“Hey Tesoro, what's the number for the vault?”

“11201524, why?”

With a chuckle he presses back into me, his butt suffocates me. 

He grinds his ass against my face, and pulls away. 

“Stop do-doing that! I want moore” I said.

“Why did you pick me, from all of my crew, or even other prisoners?”

“Y-yooou were a p-pretty waall trophy, Pi-pirate Hunter Ro-ronoa Zoro in the flesh.” I said.

 A loud laugh comes out of me before I continue.

He pulls further away from me, where is my nectar going? Oh yeah the question.

“B-but y-you are fun to have aroound. This job is lo-lonely. ” 

 I leap forward taking a lick of his butt before adding.

“I caan't trust them- anyone- Bu-but you are difffeerent- Yoou- I can truust.”

I try to take another mouthful, but he gets away again. Fuck I need more!

“What happened to your other pets then?”

“I- released them-  beecause they were boring.”

His feet kept me away.

“Please, let me have more. I need it, iits just so good! 

“Wait, I-”

“Moooree! please Moore.”

He lets me in, the sweet taste floods me.

“Yeees, thiis is all I waant. I want to stay like his forever, for- ever, foooor-eeeveeer.”

“Tell me how much you want it,” he said, shaking his ass in my face.

“Uuuugh I need it. Piiig aasss is good.”

I feel drool drip off my face, and my dick drip precum. I’m so horny I'm leaking like his butt. His buuutttt, I need more of it.

Dick hard, so haaardd, I neeed moree. My hands grab his sides and push them toward me. 

I can't breathe, all is goo. Yees, more.

“I'm not the only pig here. Eat then, take as much as you can!”

He pushes back, putting the weight of his body on my face. 

It's sooo good. I must consume. My hips trust the bed, the friction made my cock feel so good inside my underwear. 

Oooh Fuuuuck, I'm cumming in my pants. I'm cumming on the bed because of buuutt juice.

“I'm going to cum again, fuck keep going.”

Yees I obey and get moree ass juice. He moans loudly and his butt drenches me in liquid. An anal orgasm, I must drink it all.

He moans, it's loud, yes make Zoro happy and cum all he wants. I drink all I want, must go on. 

After that, my vision blurs, all there is in the world is more butt ambrosia and eventually sleep.

The next morning I groggily wake up, my dirty clothes from last night still on me. My boner raging against Zoro’s back, we are glued together in a messy embrace. I held the impulse to trust forward. I feel so hot, also blank- I don't remember anything from yesterday.

Everything after leaving Zoro in my bed is a haze. Looking around the bedroom I see empty containers thrown on the floor. The bed is a disaster of dried up semen, food and butt juice. 

I see his messy figure stir awake, he turns around looking at me.

“Morning” he says with a yawn.

“Morning”

I have drank myself into a blackout before, but never to the point of losing the events of the night.

“Zoro, what happened last night?”

“You got your mouth in my ass, then fell asleep on me.”

“Oh, sorry.”

My worries evaporate as more of his smell enters my lungs. Everything is saturated in his aroma, perfect I'm an amnesiac and horny. Double in pain from a hunger pang, I haven't felt this hungry in years. 

“Wait, we didn't have dinner last night, did we?” I asked.

“I did,” he replied.

Takeout, that explains the extra boxes of food. 

“Let's get going, we should head for breakfast.”

I notice the dried stain of cum in my pants and discard them. I liked that pair of pants, I will order more just in case this happens again. 

Going out for breakfast, I ordered my usual. Before the waitress left, I ordered a second to make up for last night's dinner. 

Once I'm full, sickly full, we head to my office. 

“Can't we go back to the quarters? I’m tired.” he said.

The lazy hog dares to complain of that while I carry him around.

“I’m the one breaking a sweat here, Roronoa!”

“If we go back you can rest as well.”

“I can’t stay in bed forever, without me this ship would sink, ”

“That’s because you are shitty captain, a crew should be able to work without its captain. You allow them to rely too much on you.”

“You don't know shit about my crew, all you do is sleep and eat anyways.”

“It's not what I have heard.”

The nosey bastard has been eavesdropping again, I guess he never stopped. 

“Hey I'm just helping your poor crewmen,” he said with a shrug.

“So what do you suggest? Leaving them to their own and seeing how they set the place on fire?”

“Yes, and if they do set it on fire you know it's time to make changes.”

How can he be like this? Lazing around at most hours and still giving this advice. The weirdest thing of all, it's not even such a crazy idea. I have the means to repair any damages the crew may cause, and more time in my quarters means more time with my pet.

He is so close to me, his scent infuses my clothes as I carry him. My dick stirs inside my pants and I feel more compelled to give his idea a chance. 

“It's an entertaining experiment at least,” I said reluctantly.

“Lets head back then, and make a stop for a snack. I'm hungry” he said, looking at me with a cocky grin.

We just had breakfast and he is already thinking of more food, I did a number on him. Actually, maybe some light snack won't be so bad.

My bedroom was cleaned by the time we arrived, even with all their efforts the air still has his lingering smell. 

He collapses on my bed and sigh in relief as if he took a step to get here. Taking my suit’s jacket off, I sit beside him. 

“Now to wait for the ship to burn down.” 

“Shut up, it will be fine.” he said.

“...”

With a grunt he sits back up, his back turned on me. 

“Trust me okay?” he said.

It's easy for him to say, my life’s work is on this ship. My head tells me his words are nothing but that, just words. But a part in me shivers with the idea that I have molded Zoro so perfectly, he even cares for me and the ship now. 

“Earth to Tesoro, Why don’t we do something in the meantime?” he said, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

“Sorry I got distracted…Do something. We could see some Den TV™, there might be a movie on.”

There is a Den den mushi projector on the ceiling of my bedroom. With a push of a button it comes down, and starts playing an old romantic drama in black and white.

“They don’t make movies like this now.”

“For a reason, they are boring. Find something with more action.”

What a simpleton, he doesn’t appreciate the true art of classic cinema. But what can I expect of a moss brain pig.  

“Take the remote, I'm going to get some popcorn. When I’m back we will see whatever is on.”

Getting into the kitchen I pick up the popcorn and put it on the stove to pop. As the cornels burst I continue to wonder. I trust him, especially after all the training he’s been through. But can he really care for me, beyond his body’s desire for my touch?

When the popcorn is done I get back to the room with two big bowls.

He is sprawled in the middle of the bed scratching his gut. 

“Took you long enough. I found a good movie, come.” 

I sat beside him, with the two bowls resting between us. We silently watch the mind numbing action film. Zoro cheers with a mouth full of popcorn, shouting at the screen as if the characters could listen to him. Even when the movies are this dumb, I find an odd sense of fun in seeing Zoro enjoy them so thoroughly.

We made fast use of the popcorn, lazily watching the rest of the movie. But the two of us craved something to snack on. I went down for a second batch of popcorn, this time taking three bowls with me. 

The rest of the day runned like this, watching trashy action movies and ordering food in. 

Eventually I got tired of going down for popcorn, and Zoro convinced me to place an order for some snacks. Something small, some nachos and cheese with candy for later. 

Our original order ran short and I added hot dogs to the order. The hot dogs turned into pizza, burgers, churros and the sorts. 

I would be lying if I said I didn't eat, but compared to Zoro, my little moment of indulgence looks laughable. 

The Den Den Mushi in my bedroom rang every so often, my hands always trying to reach for it and see what those idiots got themselves into. Zoro would press his body against me, his belly smothering my side. Telling me to let the message go unattended. The more I reflected on picking the call or not, the more he attached himself to me. 

His thighs wrap around me, his tits pressed against my torso, even his face rubs in my chest as he makes my resolve vanish.

Add to that, his scent soaking in every corner of the room. Making it harder for me to resist the urge to take him every hour. He was more than happy to comply, moaning loudly through the day. At least it helped to drown the sound of the Den Den Mushi calls.

I eventually got fed up with the damn thing ringing all day long, so I turned it off.

It's the end of our week long reclusion when someone knocks at the door of my quarters. 

“Did you order anything?” I asked.

Zoro looks at me, his cheeks filled with nachos. 

“Everything is here already,” he replied after swallowing.

“This better be good,” I said putting on my bathrobe to open the door.

Climbing down the stairs I feel the effects of seven days of lethargy. My muscles ache and my breath is short. I can't remember when was the last time I got a break from training. 

In order for me to win the Gol Gol Fruit in the Colosseum, I had to keep a strict workout regimen. And I have kept it ever since. Besides, the Gran Tesoro demands a strong King. 

I should have gone for a walk at least in the last few days, sweat is rolling on my eyebrows just from this.

When I open the door, behind it is the security captain. 

“Morning Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you but they have arrived.” Tanaka said with a stricken look on his face.

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The Golden Ratio is out!

After months of work with the help of @bee-wg, I can finally post my first try at fanfic.

Can Zoro remain strong under Tesoro's command? Or will he fall victim to his own appetite at the biggest entertainment city in the world?

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My baby boy, Aaacceeee

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 7

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg)

Tesoro

I woke up the next morning not by the sunlight or the sounds of work outside my home but by the raging fire in my crotch. The pheromones exuding out of Zoro have intoxicated my body during the night, leaving me in this delirious lust state.

It's ironic in a way. My office was filled with a carefully crafted cologne, using an enhanced mix of my body odor and pheromones, to drive Roronoa into a heat. Now that he is constantly craving release, his body has developed an odor capable of getting me crazy with desire. 

It takes all of my willpower to enter my bathroom jerk off, take a cold shower, and get ready for the day. When I reenter my bedroom, he yawns, rubbing the sleep of his eyes. 

“I was about to wake you up. We have to get going.”

He stretches on the dog bed I so charitably got for him. After looking around, half asleep, he asked, “What's going on?”

“It’s already morning, and we have work to do. I thought it was obvious,”

“No, I mean, why did you take me here last night.”

“You are my pet pig. It’s only natural I get your bed in my bedroom.”

“That makes no sense.”

I thought he would resist more to the pig nickname, but he is getting used to it. 

“If you would rather sleep in the wall I can arrange it.”

“So when we have breakfast?” he says quickly.

This man is an open book. I don’t even have to use the vibrator to make him agree with me.

“Change into those clothes so we can head out,”

He stood up, reaching for the clothes. When he unfolds the pants, he shouts, “Hey! You don’t expect me to go around only wearing this?

The pants are black leather chaps, open on the front and back. This ass goo squirts everywhere now, so why bother with regular pants if they will be socked in the liquid by noon. Not to mention everyone can see the ass I have conquered. 

“Of course not! you are so willing to go around the ship slutting yourself up?”

I pick another garment on the table before saying, “Obviously those, go with this.”

His eyes widened when I revealed a pair of bright green thongs.

“There is no way I will go out like that,”

“It’s your choice pig, but I can’t trust you to stay roaming around my house without supervision. You might eat everything in my cabinets or spend the day cumming your brains out. I guess I could put you back on the wall or even the cage.”

“Ugh fine, I get it. Give me the stupid thong, you pervert,” he said, annoyed.

He starts to dress up. My eyes fixed on him the entire time. The thong outlines his dick leaving little to the imagination. The back is a single string of fabric, perfect for easy access. He puts on a new crop top. This one has a gap on the front, leaving his tits open for grabs. The sleeves cover the forearms tightly, while the rest of the arms are open to the shoulders. 

When he is done, his face turns red as he looks in a mirror. Massaging his nose bridge, he says, “I look like a pervert. I’m no better than Frankie in these. How low have I fallen”

I get behind him, slapping his ass, he jumps from the shock and looks at me mortified, his expression changes when he sees what I’m holding.

“You have fallen into my hands to the deepest pits of paradise. Now, are you ready to go out?” I said, holding a golden collar.

He grabs it and nods.

“The same rules as before, clear?” I said.

He nods again as the collar attaches to his neck. We got breakfast before going out, and he almost ate my entire pantry. With my pet pig dressed up and stuffed from breakfast we moved out of my quarters.

“Where are you taking me? To another pirate raid this time?”

“Not this time. We have some repairs to do around the ship,”

The fountains for the golden splash’ deform under the stress of the high-pressure golden stream. Every once in a while, I need to come and check them, using my power to put them back in shape.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about adding another fountain for a bigger splash. What do you think?” I asked, patting the side of one of the fountains.

“Oh sure, why not make it three since you are at it?” 

“That’s a great idea, the more gold, the better right?” I replied.

I laughed at how obvious the solution was, while Roronoa sighed into the air. Maybe he is hungry again. He really does have a bottomless pit for a stomach.

After a stop for some mochi, we went to the treasury vault where a mountain of riches are stored, 

“I have to touch some of the new gold to make it work with my powers. Isn’t this the biggest pile of onld you have seen?” I said,

“The walls here look thick. I’m sure I could cut them down though,” he said unamused.

The sword brain doesn't care about the money in the slightest. He must be crazy or just dense.  

Regardless, we moved to the main theater, where thousands of dancers, singers, and gymnasts performed a musical presentation clamoring for my name. 

“Are we just going to see the show?”

“Of course not. As the showrunner, I need to make sure we are up to standard. I’ll take notes from the performance and give them pointers when they are done,”

“I see,” he replied before sitting beside me.

When the show started, my eyes quickly caught every misstep and improvement before writing them down. Midway through the performance, Roronoa asks, “You don't spend that much time with your crewmates. Don't you trust them or something?”

“When you get as much power and influence as I do, you realize everyone is with you for their own gain. In a way, I trust you more than them,” I reply without losing focus of the dancers.

He grunts at my answer, continuing to watch the show. When the performance is over, a shower of applause floods the theater. I turned around to see Roronoa's reaction. He was sleeping like a dead man. This pig has no taste in art! 

Among the loud cheers of the crowd, I could hear his stomach rumble. I guess it's time for lunch. At least I know I can keep his attention when it comes to had.

He wakes up gracefully after I slap him in the face. He gets angry for some reason, but after I explain that we are going for lunch, he quiets down and starts to walk out of the room.

“Hey, don't rush. You don’t even know where we are going!” I say as he walks down the hallways of the ship.

After I pulled him back with the leash, he asked, “Aren’t we going to the Golden Pearls?”

Surprisingly, he was going in the right direction, just the wrong restaurant.

“No, we are going to a different one,” 

We got to the limo and drove to the Bucanero’s. 

The restaurant looks like a ship cut in half, divided by a waterfall and a small river. The structure was made with the front half of a pirate ship, while the bottom half was from a marine vessel. Both sides have see-through panels in the points they split, giving people on one ship a complete look of what happens in the other.

Wooden steps form a path over the river into the respective buildings. The path doesn't have a railing. When I made the workers build this thing, some architects warned me this could be a bad idea, but I continued anyway cause it looked cool. Now that I'm walking the steps again, I regret shooting them from the cannon.

“Isn't this place too big for a restaurant?”

“Bucanero’s is a bar on the first floor, a restaurant on the second and third floor, with a nightclub on the deck. We optimize the space of the ships to their full capacity,”

I look back to Zoro, checking if he tries to pull a stunt. But he just looks at the ship's interior and says, “A bar, huh? It's been a while since I had some good booze,”

We passed the wooden steps and went inside the left building. I wanted the ships to retain their authenticity. The problem was that keeping them as they were meant, there wasn’t much gold for me to work with. I felt relief as soon as we entered the building, even when Zoro saw the river flowing under us. 

I take a seat beside the cut of the ship before saying, “A meal is better suited with a good view, don't you think?”

He looked at me uninterested and replied, “I don’t mind as long as the food is good.”

I decided to give Roronoa the menu. I plan on stuffing him with whatever he orders.  He takes the menu and looks at it for ten minutes, then points at the menu and says, “That’s what I want.”

”Water? You just want water?”

”What? No! No way.”

”But you’re pointing at water.”

”So that’s what it is.” he said, perplexed.

”You can’t read?”

”I had to train! Plus, I know how to read numbers.”

”To count to three?” 

“To count the bounty of the pirates I use to hunt.” 

“Then how do you read newspapers?” 

”I…I look at the pictures.”

I had to fight my laughter, so I called the waiter and told her to bring everything on the menu.

Once the first plates of food arrive, Zoro grabs a fork, ready to start. That's when I move my fingers, and the beads inside of him form into a vibrator, pulsing wildly.

His eyes look at me, wide like an owl while he keeps his mouth shut. I can see his struggle to suppress his moans from the stimulation.

“What's the matter? Keep going,” I said while taking a forkful of BBQ pork.

“What the fuuuuck, uhhh do you think yoou are doing?” He asked.

With gritted teeth, he waited for my response while I chewed slowly. Savoring the moment to its fullest.

“Since you were so bored today, I wanted to play a game. Let's see if you can finish the whole menu before you cream your pants,” I say before taking another spoonful of food.

“Once you are done, I will turn off the vibrator,” I say. 

He tries to reply, but I intensify the vibration, and he quiets down, grabbing pieces of bread to stuff in his mouth.

I see his hands move fast, bringing plates of rice to his mouth, eating spoonful after spoonful without taking a break to breathe. Every time he is halfway through a plate, I slow down the vibrator, and as soon as he finishes, I up the strength again.

His ass pulsates with the vibrator, gushing more of his juice into the chair. His pace increases as more of it drips out of him.

He forgot utensils, grabbing greasy cuts of meat with his bare hands. The fat in his arms jiggles like bags of lard with every sudden movement he makes. 

The grease and sauce of the meat splashes into the plate, with drops of it staining his exposed belly. It jolts as his owner continues to stuff it beyond what any person could consider normal. It almost looks like it grows the longer it takes Zoro to eat.

He is finishing a plate of steamed buns when the waitress arrives to take some plates back, and that's when I drove the vibrator deeper into him. His eyes roll back into his skull as his mouth releases a deep moan. As if that didn't draw enough eyes to us, a belch escapes him halfway through it. 

The waitress looked in shock, Zoro was red as a tomato but continued to eat without restraint, pretending nothing had happened.

“You must forgive my guest. He has a voracious appetite and a piggish manner.”

“Of course, sir, we take it as a complement to our food,” said the waitress nervously.

She left us with her hands filled with empty plates.

“Wow, you saw her face? I guess she had never seen a full flesh pig eating in a human restaurant before,” I said while Zoro dug his face deeper into a plate.

“And she hasn't even noticed the mess you are making with that butt of yours, I would hurry up if I was you. You don't want to put up an even bigger show to the people on the other side,” I say, pointing to the ship across us.

His expression turns grim as he realizes the full magnitude of his audience. I chuckle as he redoubles his efforts double fisting fries and sandwiches. Trembling slightly whenever I send a shock to his innards.

The way his lips twitch, the way his tits droop over his belly as he leans forward to eat closer and closer to the table, the way the table cuts into his packed stomach. It's all a spectacle I want to burn in my memory. The pirate hunter, making a pig of himself as he gets off on food. 

His body reacts against his will, his instincts taking control. Moans start to leak between mouthfuls, just to be suppressed with more food. Making a cacophony of grunts and whimpers that make music to my ears. His ass clenches around the vibrator, looking for more friction, grinding against the chair, making it squeal against the wooden floors. 

A part of me wants to take him over the edge, push him to walk out of here covered in his seed. But a deeper part of me screams louder, let's see if he can do it on his own. 

The last plate lays on the table, Zoro’s eyes are glazed by need, hunger, and doubt. His body trembles as he grabs an eclair and shoves it in his mouth. Half of the pastry vanishes between his lips in a single bite, and his muffled moans are the only evidence of how much he loves it. He hasn't fully gulped the first half when he shoves the rest. 

When he is done I turn off the vibrator, and he looks at me with something I haven't seen since he lied in the cage, a sense of victory.

“That’s what you call a challenge?” he says before releasing a loud belch.

“That barely got me going,” he added.

This hog is going to be more fun than I anticipated.

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Zoro

My disdain towards the food and stimulation turns to ambivalence. My belly has a mind of its own, making me eat a shit ton of food. What if I gain some weight, I can always lose it as soon as I'm off this ship. I’ll follow Tesoro’s whims for now, as long as he keeps my stomach full and needs covered. Just like today, we are getting out of our last meal and I'm stuffed. 

I nursed my full stomach as I said, “Could we go to the Lounge? I need a break.”

“You look exhausted. I didn't know glutting on food could be such a workout for you,”

“Shut up, I’m just in the mood for it,”

He chuckles, leading the way to the Lounge. 

We enter the darken room, and Tesoro activates the wall projections, this time around the tunnel to the main Lounge takes the shape of the Boin Archipelago. The deep forest of food opens up around us as we make our way to the bean bags.

The smell of food relaxes me on the walk. I feel my mouth water with the mages of the food. My belly is painfully full, but the more I absorb the images, the more I imagine myself eating the foliage of the islands. 

When we get seated, I feel how my body sinks on the bean bag deeper than before. Tesoro is so cheap at times. He should change these old ass beanbags, they deflate so easily. The images of different islands continue to appear: a food festival in Alabasta, harvest in the tangerine fields of Cocoyasi Village and more views of Whole Cake Island. Even as the golden hands massage my rounded middle, how I can feel so full yet so hungry? Most of my days have been like this lately. Before the idea can drill more into my head, I fall asleep.

“I don't know how you manage to nap so much throughout the day. You shouldn’t even be that tired. All you did was eat and plop your ass here,” Tesoro said, picking me by the collar.

Maybe I’m lazier than usual, but It's only because of his challenge at the restaurant. He lifted my body up, our faces close to one another, and I replied with the only thing I could think of.

“Buuoarp.”

He drops me to the floor while fanning his face. 

“You are getting used to the hog category fast, you disrespectful swine,” he said.

He sounded slightly angry, but I could see his dick marked on his pants after that. After the massage he gave me, I was sure he got off on the changes in my body. Even then, I keep forgetting just how much he enjoys it. A part of me sees it as flattering, while the other is wounded. I mean, he sees me as a pig to play with! A hot pig, but still a pig.

“You pushed that one out with all this movement. Next time let me sleep a bit longer,” I replied.

He started to laugh, and he said, “Keep lazing like that,  soon you won’t be able to stand from the dog bed,”

After that, he slapped my butt and walked to the exit. I was about to argue, but I saw the distance between us growing, the leash tightening. I speed up to keep pace, carefully grabbing the golden collar around my neck. 

Tesoro might enjoy my company, but I'm sure if this collar snaps, he is going to leave again to starve, and it's the last thing I need. My stomach grumbles as if agreeing with me. 

We stopped to get some mochi. I couldn't spend another hour without something to chew on and distract myself. 

We go to other errands around the ship, only coming back to his quarters when it's already dark outside.

His bedroom is as pompous as the rest of this ship. Marble floors, golden ceilings, a round bed big enough to take half the room with red hangers that wrap around it, a long golden vanity, and a lavish bathroom. The only simple thing in the room is my new bed resting on the corner.

Tesoro enters the bathroom while I get to my bed. I pop a new mochi into my mouth since the last one dissolved a minute ago. Tesoro left a mini fridge with a few of them beside my bed. In case I need one later.

The taste of grapes fills my mouth as the sound of the bathtub filling with hot water relaxes me. The steam from the bathroom escapes into the bedroom when I hear the splash of water. He must be bathing now. Maybe the hot water will take the smell of cheap cologne out of him. 

It hits me for a moment. I have grown used to his scent. I am sure this room should reek of him, but the smell in the room is pleasant, soft, somehow more manageable. Then he begins to hum inside the bathroom. His voice is always so full of arrogance; it's shocking to hear him just being, normal. 

My body stays still, listening as his hum turns into a song. He sings a song I heard years ago. It's about a man who never confesses his love to his lover and re-encounters her the night of her wedding to someone else. Tesoro’s voice rises as he follows the lyrics, but in the latter half, he goes back to hum and goes quiet. After that, he continues inside, eventually going out only covered by his towel. 

His defined body glistens with the water from the bath still dripping from him. My eyes trace all over his figure, and I can feel my insides churn for attention. I chew on the mochi, trying to keep my composure. His massive arms flex as he dries his hair, the same arms that rubbed against my body yesterday. My body must be remembering the massage, how can I feel so hot when I came just yesterday evening? I need to hold myself for now. I can't lose now.

“See anything you like?” says Tesoro, looking at me.

“You wish. Finish dressing up and turn off the lights already! I want to sleep,”

He snickers, dressing up and getting on the bed. In hopes of distracting myself from my needy dick, I say, “Your singing isn't half bad.”

“Still as nosey as always.”

“I shouldn't have listened?”

“I'm more surprised you cared to listen. It's the first thing I do, that you pay attention to besides food,”

“It's not my fault the places you take me are boring,”

“Let’s see how bored you get in a couple of days. I arranged for a world-class star to perform.”

“World-class star. You mean like Brook?

“The skeleton? No, that sack of bones can sell out an arena, but she can sell out any stadium easily.”

“Stuff like that is… not my style,”

“What is your style then? because if it’s only a restaurant or lounge you are more of a swine than I thought,” 

“Swords and booze”

“You simpleton,”

“If you sang something more like in the bathtub, my ears won’t bleed”

“...” 

The room felt empty, before he said, “I’ll take it into consideration,”

The next week passed with a similar motion as today. Tesoro continues to sing in the bathtub; different songs come out of the bathroom every night. He always pretends like the singing wasn't for me to hear, that I'm just nosey again. Whenever I praise him, a cocky smile paints his face. I guess it is better to have him in a good mood. 

The other thing that becomes a routine is my dick and asshole leaking profusely. Tesoro resorted to turning the beads into the buttplug just to ease my constant flow of juice, but the stream was too much to contain. Ever since that last message, I haven't been able to get released. Tesoro hasn't offered to help me again, and I feel too embarrassed to ask first. 

This morning, I woke up grinding against my bed, with a pool of my own liquids saturating the bed and part of the floor. My mouth drools with the mochi I've been chewing since last night. Everything is so hot I can feel myself getting close to a boil. That is when I opened my eyes and saw Tesoro standing over my bed.

“You are staining the floor with your rut.”

My mind cleared up almost instantly from his eyes glazing over my body stuck to the plush of the bed.

“I can't let you go out like that. You need a bath,”

My body slowly rises from the bed. Putting yesterday's clothes on, I groggily walk behind him to the bathhouse.

Once we got there, his eyes stayed focused on me. Nobody ever kept their gaze on me like this. I wasn't doing a better job of keeping my eyes away. My body stays frozen as he submerges in the water. 

“Come in, don't leave me waiting for so long,” he said.

I dive into the hot water as well, letting it do its magic. While my muscles relax, my eyes instinctively look back at Tesoro. Forcing myself to look elsewhere, I wonder, this is not the first time seeing a man naked. So, why am I looking so attentively? Maybe I'm just admiring his strength. He is almost twice my size after all.

“Want to help me scrub my back?”

“Sure,” I reply.

Carefully scrubbing all the way to his butt. My dick twitches, lingering on the view.  

“You still need to pass some challenges before going there, Roronoa Zoro,” he said, looking back at me.

“What do you mean?” I said, sinking into the water.

“Don't worry about it, your turn,”

I turn around, facing the pool's edge. His hands make quick work of scrubbing my back. The firm movements become slow and deliberate, exploring the curves of my figure. I can feel his eyes focus on me, even without turning back to check. 

That's when he leans in against my back, the foam mixing between us as he stretches his arms around me.

“I thought it was just the back,” I said.

“You need all the help you can get, pig.”  

He cups my chest, teasing my nipples with his thumbs. A moan escaped me, this area of my body has grown more sensitive by the day. The jolt of electricity they send to my core grows stronger, with every flicker.

The pair of hands move south as he says, “There are places in your body you are forgetting to clean,” he said.

Small splashes of water are heard when he shakes my folds of fat. When did those get there?

“Like this spot under your moobs, sweat and grease collect here. No wonder you always reek.” 

Leaning closer, with a thumb in my belly button he proceeds to grab my belly. Shaking it up and down, waves forming in the water from the movement. 

“There wasn't much of a belly for me to grab before, you have come a long way to get this big,”

The image of my body in my head and the one I see in front of my eyes clash. I knew I was gaining some weight. It's to be expected after the amount of food I have eaten daily. But I didn't imagine it reached this point. It feels like reality became apparent at that second, I'm fat, there is no other way around it. 

“The best part is that your body knows you crave more of it,” Tesoro says.

He dropped my belly for the last time, making a loud splash. His hands rubbed my skin, going to my sides in circles.  

“Every time you reach for another piece of meat, grab an extra slice of cake or pint of booze. That is your belly taking control, ” he added before grabbing my love handles tightly and shaking them.

Every shake makes my dick leak into the hot water. His aggressive but hypnotic touch makes me lose myself in the motion of my belly and the water. 

“There is so much more of you to grab. I could barely pinch your sides before, and now I could carry you like this,” he said.

Embarrassment paints my face red, panting for air. I feel the breath of Tesoro on my neck as he says, “You have surpassed my expectations, your body is a love letter to all fulfilled desires of the flesh. Anyone who sees you would be able to tell that.”

Tesoro's anticipation is tangible behind me, and his breath fastens with every word. Strangely enough, a sense of pride comes over me. Knowing that my body has this effect on him makes my dick harden. I make a low whimper, craving for more of his words, more of his touch. He must have noticed because he separated from my back, moving his hands to my back. 

“Come on, you know what you are doing,” I grunted.

“I don't know what you mean. I'm only helping you clean up,” he says.

He grabs my asscheeks, the firm grip on them makes me moan. I can feel my asshole gushing liquid, needing something inside me, his fingers, the dildo, anything.  

“You also need a good cleaning here,” he adds, rubbing his fingers around my hole, the liquid making the entrance slippery to his touch.

“do it.”

“What? I couldn't hear you.”

“Just do it.”

“Ask properly for it then.”

“Please Tesoro, just help me.”

“My pleasure.”

My hole opens up, the plug reforming into the beads and moving deeper into my body. Afterward, his fingers make their way inside. My body trembles at the feeling, steadying myself with the pool's border.

“Your hole really gets you going, doesn't it?”

“Yeah,” I mumble.

“Don't you love how full it feels? How do my fingers stretch you?”

the only reply I can muster is a low moan.

“There is something I could use to make you feel even better. If you beg for it, of course.”

“Come on, you sadisitc fuuuuck.” 

His fingers push deeper inside of me and my eyes clouded with lust. To hell with this.

“Do whatever you want, you fucking tease,”

“That's all you needed to say.”

I felt something trust its way into my ass. It fills me thoroughly; the sensation reminds me of the dildo, but this has a radiating heat, pulsating with each of my heartbeats. It rubs against that spot inside of me, and my heart goes into high gear. 

“You trained a lot with that dildo. I can just slide right in. Even then, you are so tight,” he says.

He pulls out by a few inches before rushing back inside, his body slapping against my buttcheeks. My eyes open, the rush of pleasure fries my brain, with my body moving against my will, pushing back into him.

“Greedy boy, you want more of me?”

I have never imagined something else could give me this level of exhilaration. While Tesoro’s body sticks to mine, I feel my mind unwind. At the same time, the fire of carnal desire grows. Wait, his body is sticking to mine. What is inside of me?

“What did you put in?“ I ask, panting for dear life.

“Are you serious? Even you can't be that dense.”

He pulls out, leaving a void inside of me. Even between the doubts and fear, I crave the fleeting feeling of fullness to come back. He steps back, giving me a chance to see. Turning around, my eyes find Tesoro’s dick hard as a rock, glistening in my butt juice.

“Is this sex?” I asked. 

My eyes stayed glued to his dick as he swung it from side to side before saying mockingly, “You said sex is supposed to feel good and make you cum, right?”

Getting closer to my body, his dick rubs against my entrance.

“You tell me, does it fill the criteria?”

A part of me wants to recoil, run away, find my friends, and pretend this never happened. The other one wants to cum so badly, it doesn't mind having sex with this megalomaniac. My head debates amid the turmoil, but my body takes action before me.

Pushing myself against his rod, the feeling of fullness returns, accompanied by a shock of electricity. Was that the beads?

“Thought as much, let me show you what real sex is about,” he said.

With a snap of his fingers, the beads vibrated widely, taking odd intervals to shock me. The nipple stamps sucked my nipples, matching the action of the beads. My head spun around with the energy rising inside me. 

“That toy does work wonders. I can feel your whole body trembling with it,” he said.

My ears partially heard him. Most of my brain was too focused on trying to absorb as much stimulation as it could.

Without warning, Tesoro started to pump his dick into me, his movements were wild like a buck. Every time his dick rammed into me, the beads and stamps would shock violently. 

His voice became rough, huffing and laughing with excitement. Tesoro’s energy was contagious to me for the first time. My voice rises, laughing in the heat of the moment and moaning whenever he pushes deeper into me.

“Yes, tell me how much you love this.”

“Just keep going. I'm getting close.”

“You need a lesson in stamina, you can’t cum until I tell you to.”

Fucking bastard, I can feel the cum boiling inside of me, ready to shoot. I try to collect as much as my body allows, and we continue to clash against each other. 

“Get on with it already. I've been waiting for days now.”

He pulls out of me and grabs my body by the sides. He then puts me down on the poolside, my back against the tile. 

“I want to see your face as you cum.”

As if getting fucked by him wasn't problematic enough, now he looks directly into my eyes as he does it. The intensity of his trust grows by the minute, my body jiggling at the rhythm of his pumps. My heart feels ready to jump out of my chest, 

That's when he says, “Cum with me.”

All I can do is nod. The rest of my brain power is being used to keep myself from cumming beforehand. 

With a final thrust, he hits me in the perfect spot, and my entire being catches ignites. We both came at the same time. While a wave of cum rushed through my insides, jets of cum worth a week flew from my dick. My body spasm and tremble from the rush, making me spray cum everywhere.

We both basked in the lingering feeling of climax. Tesoro finally pulls off of me, and with a snap, the but plug comes back to its place. 

“So, that was sex,” I say. 

“The best sex of your life.”

“Egocentric dick.” 

Another challenge was completed.

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