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Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash	By : Rhov Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 5473 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Eiichiri Oda-sensei is the captain and commander of "One Piece." I'm not even worthy of being his cabinboy because I make no money writing these fics.

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Chapter 4: The Lash

Present Day, a Pub in the New World
Zoro guzzled his beer and watched in the mirror ahead of him as Marines arrived and took away the fighting pirates. He had pulled on his bandanna to hide his telltale green hair. As the Marines began questioning witnesses, Zoro tugged the cloth a little lower down his eyes.
"You!" A burly Marine tapped his shoulder. "Did you see who started it?"
"Sorry, buddy, I was sitting like this the whole time. Right, bartender?"
The portly man trembled a little from the glint in that single eye. "Aye, he never even looked back to see who they were. Been facing me the whole time, yep."
"Very well." The Marine moved on to another witness.
The idiot didn't even realize he was facing a mirror and could have seen the entire brawl. Zoro smiled into his mug, slipped the bartender a five-thousand Beli note, and let his memories carry him away again.
Those two months as Mihawk's bitch had been infuriating and pleasurable at the same time. There were days when Mihawk was brutal and truly tried to torment Zoro to get a response, and there were days when he was satisfied that Zoro held out an extra five minutes and rewarded him in his own special way. And then there were days...

A Month Into Training, Kuraigana Island

Simply hearing the crack of the whip sent instinctual emotions through Zoro. Even if he wanted to run, he was restrained against the Saint Andrew's Cross and could not escape. His heart wanted to race, but he calmed it the same way he calmed himself before battle. His blood wanted to rush, but he controlled its flow. He had even learned how to control where it flowed to, the dilation of capillaries, the hormonal releases such thrills would normally elicit. He no longer blushed. He remained flaccid, even as the whip crept up his thighs, flickering over his skin like the tongue of a snake.
Not only was Mihawk's sword skills the best in the world, but his use of the whip was superior. Never did he draw blood. Only once did Zoro sneak that bullwhip out, tried to get it to crack, and nearly took his eye out when the lash did not go where he thought it would. Mihawk had been furious, but the mistake only left a welt that was gone by the next day.
The whip reached his groin. This always privately terrified Zoro. The smallest mistake, the slightest miscalculation, and he'd be singing castrato for the rest of his life! Instead of letting himself think about that fear, Zoro focused on Mihawk's face. Those golden eyes could focus like the point of an epee. In that stony face, Zoro could see the concentration such whip work took.
The lash crept steadily upward, over his stomach, flickering across his chest. It hit the scar only once and made Zoro moan in pain.
"Sorry," Mihawk whispered. "I was clumsy."
He came forward and kissed the welt the lash left behind. This act of tenderness was far more effective than Mihawk's other hobbies. Zoro knew he had blushed, but luckily Mihawk was too focused on licking the red marks he left behind...every mark. He worked his way down, kissing, licking, sucking on flesh. Zoro regained his focus before his master noticed. He had to struggle against instinct as Mihawk took extra attention on a ticklish spot on his thigh.
"This used to be sensitive," Mihawk noted. "You've done well. Shall we move on?"
"You tell me what you want to do," Zoro muttered. "What say do I have in this?"
Mihawk smirked at him. "Is this sort of thing really so repulsive to you? You no longer even give a rise." He leaned heavily against Zoro and grabbed between his leg. His nose was almost right against Zoro's. "Still soft. I think the lash no longer works."
He continued to play with him, rolling his balls in his fingers. Zoro still stared impassively, not letting the erotic touches affect his equanimity. Mihawk pulled back in surprise.
"Impressive. You've gained that much control in such a short time. But is it just me, or could it be with anyone? Perhaps it's time. Perona!"
Zoro's brow tightened. "Why the fuck do you want that creepy brat?"
"You hate me. You can focus upon that hatred and tone out all other sensations. You don't hate Perona."
"I don't like her, either," he glared.
The girl walked into the room. "The feeling is mutual." Perona came forward with a disgusted look on her prissy face. "Since we've got that out of the way, this is purely business, got it?"
Mihawk wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Act that way and I'll set you adrift in the middle of sea-king-infested waters."
She paled at the threat. "S-sorry."
"Very well, I'll leave you in Perona's hands. I promised not to have sex with you, but perhaps you wouldn't mind as much if it was a woman. Perona, left side where his thigh meets his hip. The slightest touch will always get at least a little reaction."
"Fun!" she grinned broadly.
Zoro panicked as Mihawk began to leave. "Bastard, where are you going? You're leaving me with this...this...thing."
"How rude!" Perona pouted. "I'll make you suffer for that. And why are you so limp? Is Hawky no fun? He lacks a woman's touch." She knelt down eye-level to his groin and gave him a lick.
"Mihawk!" Zoro shouted urgently as terror came into his eyes. "I don't want her! I want..." He stopped and choked on his words.
The master swordsman stopped by the door without turning around. "You want?" he asked with the faintest bit of amusement.
Zoro looked aside in debate. How could he dare say it aloud?
"Perona?"
"A lovely shade of fuchsia, I'd say," she decided. "Also his thing is up to about horizontal, but otherwise in good control. Should I stop?"
Zoro cursed under his breath as he realized he had loosened his control. He felt the heat in his cheeks now, but regaining control over his body was hard.
Mihawk turned around to face Zoro, folded his arms over his chest, and leaned back against the door with an intrigued look on his chiseled face. "I'll let you do as you please, Perona."
"You're gonna stand there and watch?" she screamed.
"Is that a problem? You were the one who offered—almost begged—to be put into service."
"What?" shouted Zoro.
Perona looked aside with a scowl. "I'm a woman, I have needs, y'know. All I've got around here is a stone-cold old man and a muscle-head."
Mihawk arched an eyebrow that she considered him old. "Go ahead and please yourself as you wish."
"It'd be easier if he was on the bed."
"No, like this for now."
Perona shrugged and, still kneeling, she began to suck on Zoro's cock.
Zoro gave her a vicious sneer. "Fucking bitch, I swear I'll piss in your mouth."
"I really hope you do," she smirked naughtily up at him.
Zoro cringed that his threat backfired. Perona laughed, then slid him back into her mouth, humming with delight. Zoro felt acid burning his stomach. He glared at Mihawk, but the master swordsman coldly stared back at him. Why did his heart hurt so badly? Why did seeing Mihawk watching so dispassionately pain him?
"Mihawk, why?" he whispered.
"It's simply part of your training, Roronoa."
Zoro looked aside. "I don't want training like this."
He shut his eyes and closed his body off to everything. He could not feel Perona's touches or even hear her slurps. He focused everything inward.
"Haaawky, he's gone limp again. I'm trying and it just won't work."
"Even more fascinating," Mihawk mused. "Sorry, Perona, but it seems your needs will have to wait."
"No way!"
"Until tonight."
"Huh? Oh!" She began to blush fiery red.
Zoro glared over at him. Mihawk smirked as he dismissed Perona. Once she was gone, he sauntered up to Zoro. His hands roved over the teen's body until he gripped Zoro's pectorals.
"Jealousy makes your eyes shine quite beautifully," he said softly. "I'll test you at a higher level now. Simply blocking all stimuli isn't advisable in certain situations. Often in battle, we need to react to our opponent but continue keeping control over how much we react. For this exercise, give into me just a little. Stay hard as long as you are capable, yet do not cross the border and ejaculate. This is the hardest part of this particular lesson. It takes immense discipline of the mind and body."
Mihawk grabbed at him. Zoro fought all sensations for a while, but slowly he released just a little of that solid disconnection. He let himself feel Mihawk's touches. He moaned at just how good it felt too.
"That's right. Let yourself feel the sensations. Open your nervous system to what your body is feeling. Maintain control while giving in," Mihawk instructed as he knelt down. "Let's see how long you last."
As soon as Mihawk's mouth took him in fully, Zoro knew he would not last long. This was indeed going to be a hard lesson to learn, and he privately hoped it took a lot of practice!

Present Day, a Pub in the New World

Zoro sighed as he watched the Marines finally leave. Perhaps it was a good thing Luffy had stayed on the ship. That kid never knew when to keep his mouth shut, and his hat and huge smile would have given him away in an instant.
Now that the authorities were gone, the tavern began to get lively again. A game of cards resumed. Music started up. A scantly dressed woman sauntered up to Zoro. She slithered her fingers up his arm, across his shoulders, and down the other arm.
"Hey there, tall dark and handsome," she purred. "Drinking alone is never fun."
"I'm used to being alone," he said gruffly, hoping she would go away. Her perfume made his nose twitch.
"My, you have such tense muscles," she admired as her hands ran back up his arm and across his taut back. "Want a massage? I'm quite skilled."
"Lady," he said, and his eye glared at her. "Flirt up someone who can afford you. All of my money is going into booze tonight."
She huffed and went away. Zoro sighed and slouched back over his mug.
"Massage!" he muttered. "Those delicate hands couldn't even loosen up the muscles on my little finger." He guzzled down the rest of his beer. "Another!" he barked, pounding the empty mug onto the bar counter. The bartender was extra fast to obey, carefully refilling to the brim without spilling a drip.
His mind drifted again. When Zoro did well, Mihawk praised him in different ways. Once, he gave Zoro a foot rub that he would never forget. Another time was a simple picnic, all three of them going to the lake near the castle. It was still gloomy, yet not quite as bad as the rest of the island, and Perona made a surprisingly good bento.
But the best reward was The Delight of the Blade.
This involved skill on both the giver and the receiver. Where Mihawk learned such a terrifying and amazing technique, he would not say. He had a special blade, honed sharp enough to split a hair. The receiver laid however it pleased them, usually starting on their stomach and eventually flipping over once they truly mastered the relaxation. As the blade was rubbed over the body, the receiver had to remain perfectly still. The body fought the tension and fear of that blade. A jolt, a sneeze, a faint muscle twitch, could result in drawing blood. Zoro made such a mistake the first time, but once was all it took for him to realize that when Mihawk warned him not to tense up, he really meant it.
Meanwhile, the giver had to be a master of the blade. As Mihawk schooled, cutting with a blade is something any child could do on accident, but not cutting took true skill. Thus this was a meditation and exercise in control for the giver, while utter relaxation was literally forced upon the receiver. Complete trust was built between the giver and receiver. The result was a massage that surpassed Zoro's wildest dreams.
He regretted that someone like Luffy would never be delicate enough to give him a massage like that. Sanji might have the skill, considering his cooking techniques and delicate handling of a chopping knife, but like hell would he let that pervy-cook put a knife against his skin!
Zoro pouted as he realized...he missed Mihawk.
End of Chapter 4
A/N: The Delight of the Blade is based on "Delight of the Razor," a massage technique from the novel "Shibumi" by Trevanian. It's used as a reward in the main character's sex games. This isn't some emo bloodletting, but a very close, very thrilling, full-body massage involving—yes—a razor blade. Do NOT try this at home!
Warning: Whip work takes lots of experience and can cause serious damage to both you and your partner. I own three whips: a leather flogger, an 9-foot bull whip, and I recently purchased a 12-foot bull whip nicknamed "The Beast" because it's a challenge to handle. My very first time giving it a workout, I lashed my arm so hard, it broke a bead bracelet I had been wearing. They're fun for a little play at Renaissance Faire, but I have no confidence to use bull whips on someone else's body. That takes serious skill, years of practice, and even pros can make mistakes.
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