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The air inside 'The Sunny' was a mix of expensive, spilled liquor, top-shelf perfume, and the kind of careless entitlement that only generational wealth could buy. For any other club, a Sunday night would be a slow decline. For Luffy, it was the peak of his kingdom.
Luffy, a sharp and frustratingly handsome nineteen-year-old, was the undisputed king of this place. Tonight, he wore a silk button-up shirt, the color of rich, decadent red wine. His black dress pants, flawlessly tailored, were probably already ruined by carelessness, but Luffy didn't notice, or care.
His definition of ‘partying’ wasn’t about enjoying the mood of the place; it was about building a spectacle so grand no one could miss it. His bar tab for the evening would easily breach seven figures, often spiking higher when he felt a sudden urge to buy the entire remaining stock of a rare vintage rum just to spite someone. Tonight, like most Sunday nights, the vast dance floor was entirely populated by his massive, loyal social group, orbiting him like glittering satellites.
Outside the walls of 'The Sunny,' the atmosphere was far different. The repeated, throbbing bass was a physical assault on the surrounding residential blocks. Sleep was impossible. Complaints were filed again and again, but they were always futile.
Any time an officer actually pushed ‘The Sunny’s’ security, they met only two responses, a casual flick of cash that made their annual income look laughable, and a soft, cutting threat wrapped in Luffy’s powerful, untouchable family name.
Luffy operated with the unwavering knowledge that the rules simply did not apply to him. He was above ordinances, above curfews, and certainly above the miserable sleep schedules. He paid for his noise, and he paid to silence anyone who objected.
The relentless, throbbing music had been a part of Luffy’s heartbeat for hours. Now slick with sweat, he headed to his private bar station and grabbed a chilled bottle of water. He had just pulled the bottle from his lips, when the music died.
The drop in sound was instant, absolute, and utterly jarring. It wasn't a fade; it was a power cut. The sudden silence that replaced the deafening noise felt physically hostile.
Luffy’s mouth compressed into a furious line. His eyes narrowed, "The hell is this?" he demanded, slamming the water bottle down onto the granite bar top. He was utterly, completely pissed off. Nobody- nobody- interrupted his Sundays.
Suddenly, there was chaos at the edge of the VIP area. Zoro appeared, uncharacteristically tense, and Nami came right after him, looking both anxious and sharp. "Luffy, calm down!" Zoro warned, his voice low and urgent.
"Calm down? Is this a fucking joke?" Luffy sneered. "Tell them to turn the damn system back on before I burn this place down!"
"No, Luffy! It’s not the sound guy!" Nami grabbed his arm, her grip surprisingly firm. "It's a cop, Luffy. He personally ordered the music cut."
Luffy rolled his eyes, utterly dismissive. "Then the usual. Give him triple the usual bribe and tell him to shove off. I'm not dealing with this today."
Nami shook her head fiercely. "No, this is Trafalgar Law."
Luffy frowned. "Who?"
Nami gripped his arm. "This guy is new to the city, and he’s different. He’s fucking ruthless. He arrested Ceasar and turned down a fifty million Berry bribe right to his face! He is immune to your money, Luffy! He’s incorruptible!"
The words ‘ruthless’, ‘incorruptible’, ‘immune to money’, didn't spark fear in Luffy. Instead, they sparked a bright, demanding curiosity. It was a challenge, a magnificent, rare toy that required effort.
"Oh..." Luffy murmured, his irritation instantly forgotten, replaced by a deep, hungry interest. "Okay. Okay, let me see this guy."
Usopp, who had appeared out of nowhere, was practically whimpering. "Please don't fight him, Luffy!"
Luffy ignored the plea, already moving toward the glass railing of the VIP balcony. His eyes scanned the main floor, ignoring the confused partygoers and the flustered security staff, searching for that promised image of ‘ruthless.’
And then he found him.
Law stood at the velvet rope, a figure of severe, imposing command. The man was a stark, almost obscene contrast to the flashing neon and glittering mess of the club. His uniform was dark, immaculate, and severe, fitting his tall, lean body like a second skin. Every line of him, from his sharp jaw to the polished gleam of his heavy boots, screamed control. Even from this distance, Luffy could feel the cold, focused energy radiating off the man.
The way the harsh ceiling lights caught the deep gold of Law's eyes, the way his dark hair fell slightly over his intense brow, the sheer, arrogant confidence of his posture, it all hit Luffy like a physical blow.
Hot.
Luffy stopped dead in his tracks, leaning slightly over the railing, his breath catching in his throat. This wasn't just some boring cop; this was a gorgeous, rigid, untouchable structure begging to be utterly ruined.
"Is that... him?" Luffy asked, his voice unexpectedly low and husky.
Nami, sensing the dangerous shift in his energy, nodded cautiously. "Yes. That’s Trafalgar Law."
Luffy pulled back from the railing, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face, the same smile he wore when he decided he was going to buy something ridiculously expensive, no matter the price.
"Zoro, bro," Luffy commanded, his voice ringing with absolute certainty. "Bring him up here. To the VIP section. Tell the incorruptible Officer Law that I'm waiting for him here."
In the VIP lounge, Luffy sank into the leather couch like it was a throne. His legs were spread wide, one arm thrown over the back of the couch. His red silk shirt was now unbuttoned halfway down his chest, revealing the smooth, sun-kissed skin beneath. He looked every bit the arrogant.
Law entered, escorted in by Zoro, who quickly retreated.
Law didn't sit, he simply stood, a dark, rigid pillar of authority and disdain, taking in the scene. His eyes, sharp and cold, settled immediately on Luffy.
Luffy met the stare with a lazy, demanding heat.
"What is it, Officer?" Luffy purred, his voice dropping to a low, husky register that was more of a flirt than a question.
Law's expression remained perfectly stoic, but his voice was a precise, cutting tool. "Are you supposed to be Monkey D. Luffy?"
"The one and only," Luffy confirmed, tipping his head back slightly. "Why? Didn't expect what you're seeing?"
Law's gaze swept over the unbuttoned shirt and the defiant posture. "Yes. I did not expect a child."
"I'm twenty-three," Luffy corrected, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Sure," Law countered, his contempt audible. "I'll believe that."
A genuine, booming laugh escaped Luffy. He found Law's utter refusal to be charmed utterly captivating. He gestured to the vast, empty couch opposite him, where a fresh bottle of champagne chilled in an ice bucket. "Okay, okay, Officer. You're cute when you're being so serious. Have a seat. Have a drink."
Law's eyes flicked to the bottle. "I don't drink on duty. And you shouldn't be drinking underage."
Luffy picked up a glass of champagne, holding it up like a trophy. "Who's gonna stop me? You?" He took a slow, deliberate sip, never breaking eye contact.
"Precisely," Law stated, his face utterly unmoving.
Luffy set the glass down. "Okay, okay, Officer. You’re hard to deal with. I respect the effort. So let's skip the acting and get to business. Just tell me a number. Is it a hundred million Berries? Two hundred? Someone like you, with that uniform and that attitude, would be set for life with that. Retire early..."
"You cannot buy your way out, brat," Law said, his voice dropping to a gravelly low register.
Luffy threw his head back and laughed, a mocking, loud sound that scorned Law's integrity. "That's not a number, silly Officer!" He held Law's stoic gaze. "Do you like your job, Law?"
The question was unexpected. Law's composure didn't break, but the slightest hesitation rippled through the air. "No."
Luffy blinked, genuinely surprised by the blunt honesty. He immediately recovered, leaning forward with renewed, dark interest. "Well... do you value your job?"
"Of course," Law stated, his tone firm.
Luffy’s smile was suddenly razor-sharp and cruel. "Exactly!" He leaned further, his posture a coiled threat. "So it would be a shame if by one phone call to my dear grandpa, poof- all gone? Every accomplishment, all the training hours, all that pride, all the respect... for nothing. Aww. That would be SUCH a shame."
The space was heavy with the weight of the threat. For the first time, a subtle shift occurred in Law’s expression. The cold resolve in his eyes didn't crack, but his lips curved into a tiny, dangerous smirk.
"Do you mean Garp?" Law challenged.
Luffy's eyes widened in playful delight. "Oh! So you know him! Small world, isn't it!"
Law's smirk sharpened, turning into a look of absolute disdainful confidence. He stepped closer to the table, dominating the space between them. "Yes, I know him. And I know him enough that I can confidently say that he respects the law more than you, and he certainly cares more about justice than your juvenile Sunday night tantrums. You think I’m an idiot? That name won't save you."
The smile on Luffy’s face tightened, a flicker of genuine annoyance that quickly transformed into a challenging, predatory smirk. The real game had begun.
"Oh, I see." Luffy leaned forward, his elbows braced on his knees, his eyes fixed on Law's form. "You like structure, rules, and procedure. That's cute. But that rigidity tells me you're not getting what you really need."
Luffy’s eyes trailed slowly, explicitly, down Law’s body, lingering on the uniform and the heavy gear belt. "All those crisp lines, Law... I bet that vest is hiding some serious muscle."
Law's jaw clenched, his only visible reaction to the blatant scrutiny. "Keep your observations to yourself. My physique is irrelevant to the violation of the city's noise ordinance."
Luffy laughed, a low, challenging sound. "You came all this way just to stop my party, Officer? Seems like a lot of effort just to tell me to behave. Wouldn't it be easier if you just put me across your knee right here and show me what I deserve for being a bad boy?"
"You are trying to obstruct justice with a pathetic display." Law's voice was dangerously low, fighting to stay cold. "I am warning you, that is a serious charge, and it won't be settled by your childish games. Now, stand up and put your hands where I can see them."
Suddenly, with a quick, arrogant sweep of his hand, Luffy pushed all the crystal glasses, ice buckets, and premium liquor bottles off the low table between them. The sound of the shattering glass hitting the thick carpet and splintering was a loud, sharp smash, a violent declaration of how disposable he considered even such expensive things to be.
Before the echoes of the breaking glass died, Luffy pushed himself up onto the newly cleared table on his hands and knees. The surface was sticky with spilled champagne and sharp with tiny fragments, but Luffy ignored it, crawling aggressively toward the edge closest to Law.
Law was standing tall, imposing, and rigid. When Luffy reached the edge, he was looking directly up at Law, his gaze fixed on the crotch of the officer.
Law’s eyes were blazing, his professional composure finally cracking in the face of such destructive defiance. His voice was tight, low, and laced with genuine fury, "Stop right there! You absolute menace! You've just created a hazard and destroyed private property. Get off that table now."
Luffy remained crouched, his eyes fixed on Law’s belt, his voice a demanding, defiant purr. "It's my property. I can break it if I want to. I'm right where you want me. Now, touch me, or are you going to stand there all night, pretending to care about a few broken glasses?"
Law’s professionalism finally shattered. The cold, severe officer was gone, replaced by a man blazing with fury and a need for absolute dominance. "You are filth! I've had enough of your arrogant games!"
Law lunged, pulling Luffy off the table with a sharp, wrenching force. Luffy immediately went limp, his body relaxed and ready for the expected rough handling.
But the moment Law’s hands clamped down, Luffy realized the terrifying error. This wasn't the heat of arousal; this was the cold, practiced grip of a trained officer making an arrest. Law wasn't touching him to dominate him sexually; he was touching him to subdue him officially.
Luffy immediately retaliated. He twisted violently within Law's grasp, shoving his heel into Law's shin and using the momentum to try and pull free. Law grunted, a low, animalistic sound of pure physical challenge, but his grip on Luffy's arm didn't slacken.
The fight was ugly, fueled by pure, desperate adrenaline and rage. Luffy, despite his spoiled lifestyle, was surprisingly quick and wiry, using his low center of gravity to buck and thrash.
Law, however, had the training, and the sheer, focused dominance of someone whose job required controlling violent people. He used the tactical knowledge ingrained in his muscles. "Stop struggling, you idiot!" Law snarled, his voice guttural and harsh, his breath coming in sharp bursts of exertion. Every tight grip and sharp shove was saturated with the rage of being challenged, pushing the act further into the realm of punishment.
Luffy fought dirty. He managed to drive an elbow back into Law's ribs, a sharp, momentary distraction. He used the distraction to lunge, scrambling on his hands and knees for a wicked, sharp-edged piece of the shattered crystal on the floor, a reckless, desperate move.
Law saw the intent immediately.
"Drop it!" Law snarled, his voice a low, burning command.
Luffy ignored him, his fingers closing around the cold, jagged shard of glass. He spun, preparing to strike or threaten, the piece of crystal glinting dangerously under the lights.
Law didn't hesitate. He reached straight for the weapon in Luffy's hand. His large, hand clamped down brutally, not on Luffy's wrist, but directly over the entire shard of glass.
Law exerted immediate, focused pressure, using his sheer strength to crush the crystal. The sound of the glass being pulverized was sharp and sickening, completely overpowering Luffy's shout of shock. The shattered fragments ground into Law's palm and onto Luffy's knuckles.
Law's hand was instantly weeping dark, warm blood dripping, but his expression never changed, it was pure, cold, incandescent rage.
His voice was a low, terrifying growl, entirely emotionless despite the obvious injury. "You wanted to see ruthlessness? This is ruthlessness. You will not threaten me."
He flung the pulverized, bloodied mess of glass away, then slammed Luffy onto the carpet. Luffy landed heavily on his stomach, the wind knocked out of him, paralyzed by the sheer violence.
A heavy, polished boot slammed down right onto the small of Luffy's back, pressing the young man painfully into the carpet.
Luffy gasped, the pressure paralyzing and humiliating. He could feel the hard, unyielding leather of Law’s sole pressing the breath and fight out of his lungs. He was pinned, completely at the mercy of the officer.
Law stood over him, breathing heavily. "I told you I would deliver the consequences."
Luffy let out a strained whisper, mixing pain and desire. "The cuffs... use the cuffs..."
Law yanked the cold steel from his belt and slammed them around Luffy's wrists behind his back.
Law removed his boot, leaving Luffy panting, restrained, and helpless. He stood over him, the zipper of his uniform pants already lowered. He didn't bother to lift Luffy. Instead, he hooked the toe of his heavy, polished boot under Luffy’s and gave a sharp, deliberate push. Luffy, restrained at the wrists and exhausted from the fight, flipped helplessly onto his back. He landed with a heavy thud on the carpet, his chest heaving, his cuffed hands trapped awkwardly beneath him.
He was now sprawled out, exposed and vulnerable, staring up at the dark, powerful figure of the officer. Law stepped over to position Luffy perfectly between his legs.
Without hesitation, Law reached down and freed his cock. It sprang thick, hard, and unforgiving.
Luffy’s eyes, wide and glazed with desire and shock, fixed on the sight. He was utterly bewildered by the immediate, aggressive display. He was panting, not from exertion anymore, but from the raw, overwhelming heat of the moment.
Law, maintaining his imposing height, he dragged the palm of his bleeding hand directly over his cock, spreading the warm, coppery slick of his own blood onto his flesh.
Luffy watched the horrifyingly intimate act. The sight of Law using his own blood, spilled in their struggle, to aggressively service himself was completely overwhelming.
Luffy whispered, demanding attention, "Officer."
Law ignored the sound. Instead, he lifted his heavy boot, and, with cold, calculated cruelty, he placed the entire sole of the boot directly onto Luffy's crotch.
The sudden, crushing pressure of the weight was agonizing. Luffy gave a sharp cry, laced with pain and shock, "Oh- What the fuck-"
Law laughed. It was a harsh, bitter sound of contempt. He leaned slightly into his foot, grinding the heavy leather into Luffy, making the pain bloom into a crippling agony.
Luffy thrashed his bound wrists beneath him, his face contorted, "Stop! Stop, that hurts! This does not feel good, what the fuck-"
Law's hand paused its slow, rhythmic jerk. He looked down at Luffy’s contorted face, his golden eyes cold and pitiless.
Law spoke, his voice was a dark, venomous rasp, "You really think I care about your pleasure, brat? I'm not here to service your spoilt fantasies. This is justice. And you will learn to enjoy the weight of my authority."
The agony forced a choked cry from Luffy, transforming his demanding lust into raw, desperate submission.
Law increased the speed of his hand, his eyes fixed on Luffy's contorted face, forcing the younger man to be an agonized, helpless spectator to his release.
The motion became fierce, furious, Law gritted his teeth, his jaw tight. With a final, guttural growl, Law climaxed. His release was sudden, powerful, and utterly messy, spraying across the expanse of Luffy's face and chest, making a thick, white, sticky mess.
Law let out a sharp, ragged breath of spent fury and satisfaction. He took a long moment, allowing his breathing to even out, the boot still heavy on Luffy’s groin, ensuring the brat didn't move.
He finally lifted the boot from Luffy’s crotch. Luffy gasped, sucking in a shuddering breath of air, his eyes wide and struggling to focus on the officer above him.
Law reached down with his uninjured hand, his fingers brutally threading into the damp, messy strands of Luffy's hair. He yanked hard, pulling Luffy's head up and forcing his gaze to the still-hard length of his cock.
Law’s voice was a low, rough command, absolute and stripped of mercy. "Clean up the evidence."
He increased the pressure on Luffy's hair, pulling his head forward until Luffy’s mouth was just inches from the sticky, blood-flecked flesh. "Lick this mess off. Now."
Luffy hesitated for only a fraction of a second. The combined scent of fresh cum, coppery blood, sweat, and leather filled his senses, it was intoxicating, overwhelming the pain that still throbbed in his groin. This was the ultimate degradation, the total submission he had aggressively sought, and the raw shame only heightened the arousal.
With his head held in Law's bruising grip, Luffy parted his lips and tentatively made contact.
The taste was metallic and sharp from the blood and warm from the fresh cum. Luffy used his tongue to slowly, meticulously trace the length of Law's cock. His restraints behind his back made the act awkward and humiliating, forcing him to strain his neck and torso to comply with the brutal demand.
Law watched the slow, painstaking process, his eyes dark with a cold satisfaction. He maintained the iron grip on Luffy's hair, forcing the pace and the depth, ensuring the brat couldn't pull away or lessen the shame of the act. "Don't waste a single drop."
Luffy responded with a guttural sound of affirmation, a desperate, low whine in his throat that was purely sexual. He sucked hard, using his mouth and tongue diligently. He focused intensely on the task, trying to prove his worthiness for the discipline.
When Luffy reached the base, he paused, looking up with eyes glazed with lust and devotion. He wasn't pleading for release; he was asking for more.
Law only sneered. "You are not finished. Clean the rest."
Luffy dropped his gaze and resumed, aggressively cleaning the length of Law's cock, swallowing everything without protest. He continued until the skin was slick, wet, and gleaming.
Muttering against the skin, Luffy’s voice was thick with devotion and need. "Clean, Officer. All clean."
Law finally released his hair with a hard shove, letting Luffy's head fall back onto the carpet. He looked down at his now-clean cock, then back at Luffy’s mess-streaked, ecstatic face. "Good. Now you know what happens when you decide to challenge an officer on duty."
He re-zipped his pants with a sharp, decisive sound that was meant to close the incident, shoving his spent cock back into the safety of his uniform. Law used his uninjured hand to haul Luffy to his feet, a dead weight, wrists still tightly cuffed behind his back, treating him like the piece of property he was.
Law didn't speak as he half-dragged, half-carried the prisoner toward the exit. His breathing was still ragged, his injured hand throbbed, and his mind was already filling out the necessary arrest reports. He had to leave.
Law reached and shoved the heavy door.
It didn't budge.
Law pushed harder, leaning his shoulder into the doorframe. It was locked from outside.
"Open the door!" Law shouted, his voice raw, hitting the heavy wood. He rattled the handle, his anger instantly reigniting. "I said, open this door!"
Silence met him, save for the faint, thrumming beat of the music that had subtly started up again on the main floor.
Law whirled, dropping Luffy unceremoniously. The spoiled brat crumpled to the carpet, laughing, a delighted, high-pitched giggle.
"What the hell is this?" Law roared, glaring at the prone man. "Tell your men to open this door, now!"
Luffy, still smeared with Law's release, strained his neck to look up at the furious officer, his smile wide and utterly devoid of remorse. He giggled, "Shishishi! The door ain't opening, Officer... not until I'm open."
Law stared at him, his golden eyes blazing with white-hot rage. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He gave a frustrated scream, pulling back his foot and kicking the door frame hard enough to dent the wood.
He turned away from the mocking prisoner and stalked toward the nearest couch, completely overwhelmed. He collapsed onto the leather, the adrenaline finally crashing. He buried his head in his hands, pressing his palms against his temples.
Fuck.
The consequences of his actions washed over him with sickening clarity; he had assaulted and engaged in explicit sexual behavior on duty, and was now trapped inside the scene of the crime with the chief's grandson. Every single procedure had been violated.
But the fear was quickly drowned out by a horrifying, rising heat. Law realized his mind wasn't focusing on Garp's inevitable fury or the ruined career. All he could think about was the look on Luffy's face beneath his boot.
Law lifted his head, staring at the prone, cuffed figure on the floor, who was still chuckling to himself. The sight of Luffy, restrained and utterly willing, was unbearable.
I should drag him out of here. I should put him in a cell. I should file the reports.
But the dominant, ruthless part of his brain screamed a different command. He wanted to pin Luffy down again, rip his ruined clothes completely off, and take him, slow and hard, until the brat was screaming his name, not in pleasure, but in absolute, broken agony.
It's a punishment, Law rationalized, his eyes darkening as he stared at the criminal. It's a necessary consequence. He needs to be taught a lesson.
Law stood up, the tension in his body returning with a terrifying new focus. "You think because you’re trapped in here with me, you’ve won." Law’s voice was a low rasp that vibrated in the small space. He walked toward Luffy, who was still sprawled on the carpet.
Luffy’s chest heaved, he let out a low, breathless chuckle, his eyes fixed on Law. "I just... opened the cage. Shishishi."
Law’s jaw tightened. He reached down, grabbing the chain of the handcuffs with a brutal jerk, hauling Luffy to his feet. Luffy gasped as his shoulders were strained to the breaking point, his body forced into an arched position.
"If the cage is open," Law whispered, leaning in until his nose brushed against Luffy’s, "then you’re about to find out exactly what kind of animal you were keeping inside."
Law dragged Luffy toward the center of the room, where a large, floor-to-ceiling mirror reflected the entire vile scene. He wanted Luffy to see himself. He wanted the boy to witness his own undoing.
Law reached for his waist. The sound of the heavy, metal buckle unfastening was sharp the quiet room. He pulled the thick, black leather through the loops of his trousers with a slow, menacing hiss.
Luffy’s eyes widened as he saw the belt in the mirror. He shivered, a visible tremor of anticipation and terror running down his spine. "Officer... what are you-"
"Silence," Law commanded. He folded the belt in half, snapping the leather together with a loud, violent crack.
He forced Luffy to bend over the back of a velvet armchair, his cuffed hands pointing toward the ceiling. He pulled down his trousers, exposing his bare rear to the cold air.
The first strike was a blur. The belt whistled through the air before connecting with the meat of Luffy’s thigh.
WHACK.
Luffy’s entire body bucked. A sharp, high-pitched cry escaped his throat as a white-hot line of agony exploded across his skin.
"Count them," Law growled.
WHACK.
The second strike landed squarely across his ass, the thick leather biting deep.
"One..." Luffy choked out, his eyes watering, his forehead pressed into the velvet of the chair.
WHACK.
"Two..."
Law showed no mercy. He swung the belt with the practiced ease of someone who understood exactly how to inflict maximum pain without causing permanent damage. Each strike was a lesson. Each blow was a reminder of the power Law held over him. The red marks began to overlap, turning Luffy’s skin into a map of violet and crimson welts.
"Three... four... five..." Luffy was sobbing from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of the sensation. His cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the velvet, his body reacting to the violence with a primal, desperate arousal that he couldn't hide.
Law leaned down, his chest pressing against Luffy’s shaking back, the heat of his body radiating through his uniform. "You’re a mess, Luffy. Look at you. Sobbing while your body begs for the very man who’s breaking you. You’re nothing but a pathetic, spoiled little slut, aren't you?"
Luffy turned his head, his eyes rolling back in his head, his face flushed a deep, beautiful red. "Yes... yes, Officer... please... break me... I’ve been so bad..."
Law tossed the belt aside. It hit the floor with a heavy thud. "Spread them," Law ordered.
Luffy, trembling and dazed, used his knees to widen his stance, exposing himself completely.
Law didn't have any lube. He didn't care. He looked at his hand which was still stained with the coppery residue of his blood and the sticky remains of his earlier climax. He spat a thick, heavy glob of saliva onto his hand, mixing it with the fluids, and then drove two fingers deep into Luffy without a single word of warning.
Luffy’s scream was muffled by the chair. It felt like he was being split open by a hot iron. The friction was immense.
"Too tight," Law remarked, his fingers working with a brutal rhythm. "You’re hiding so much defiance in here. I’m going to dig every bit of it out of you."
He added a third finger, stretching Luffy to the point of tearing. He could feel the boy’s internal muscles clamping down, trying to fight the invasion, but Law was relentless. He used his thumb to press against Luffy’s prostate, a direct, jarring hit that made Luffy’s knees buckle.
"Officer! Please- I can't-"
"You’ll take what I give you," Law hissed.
Law reached into is vest and pulled out his heavy, steel-bodied flashlight. It was cold, ribbed for grip. He pressed the cold, flat lens of the flashlight against Luffy’s entrance.
"No... Law, that’s... that’s too big..."
Without mercy, the heavy steel forced its way inside. The ribbing on the flashlight’s handle caught on Luffy’s internal muscles, dragging and stretching them with unyielding force. Luffy’s breath hitched into a series of broken, high-pitched whines. He felt like he was being hollowed out.
Law didn't just push it in; he began twisting the flashlight, using the heavy handle to explore every inch of the boy’s interior.
"Does it feel like justice, Luffy?" Law asked, his voice a dark purr. "Does it feel like the consequence you’ve been begging for?"
Luffy’s head drummed against the back of the chair. His eyes were rolling, his tongue darting out to lick his dry, swollen lips. "Yes... yes... please... more... break me open..."
Law felt his own arousal building again. He pulled the flashlight out with a wet, heavy sound and tossed it onto the carpet.
Law stood back, unzipping his trousers. He was aching, his own body demanded release with a violence that frightened him. He grabbed Luffy by the hair, yanking his head back so their eyes met in the mirror.
"Watch," Law commanded.
He entered Luffy from behind in one long, devastating motion.
The sound that left Luffy was inhuman, a broken, rattling gasp as he was impaled. Law was too big, the fit was too dry. Luffy’s eyes instantly rolled back, the whites showing as his nervous system overloaded.
Law didn't wait. He began to pound into the boy, his hands gripping Luffy’s hips so hard he knew he was leaving permanent finger-shaped bruises. Each thrust was a physical assault. The sound of their skin colliding echoed.
"You like this, don't you?" Law growled, his breath hot and ragged against Luffy’s neck. "You like being used. You like that I’m not being gentle. You like that I’m hurting you."
Luffy couldn't even form words. His head was lolling, his mouth open as he drooled. Every time Law bottomed out, his heavy pelvis slamming into Luffy’s reddened backside, Luffy felt his vision go white. He was having a continuous, rolling orgasm that felt more like a seizure, his body unable to handle the sheer amount of friction and pressure.
Law reached, grabbing the handcuffs. He used them as a handle, yanking Luffy’s arms upward with every thrust, forcing the boy to take even more of his length. The metal bit into Luffy’s wrists, drawing fresh blood that mingled with sweat.
"Talk to me, brat! Tell me who owns you!"
"You... you... Officer Law... Daddy... please..." Luffy’s voice was a wrecked whisper.
Law wasn't done. He was reaching the peak of his own rage-fueled lust. He pulled out of Luffy with a wet, sucking sound, the boy collapsing onto the chair, sobbing and twitching.
Law didn't let him rest. He grabbed the handcuffs, hauled Luffy toward the far wall and slammed him face-first against the wall.
He shoved himself back inside, the change in angle allowing him to hit Luffy’s prostate with every single stroke. Luffy’s head drummed against the wall. His eyes were wide, vacant, and completely blown out. He was lost in the dark, cold world of Law’s dominance. Every time Law hit him, Luffy felt a fresh wave of heat explode behind his eyes. He had come so many times he was shooting nothing, his body exhausted but his mind screaming for more.
"I’m going to fill you so full of me you’ll never forget the taste of this night," Law promised, his voice cracking with the onset of his own climax. "Every time you see a uniform, every time you hear a siren, you’re going to feel me inside you."
Law’s thrusts became frantic, desperate. He was no longer a man in control; he was a man being consumed by his own desire to destroy. He gripped Luffy’s throat, his thumb pressing into the boy’s windpipe just enough to make him gasp for air, the lack of oxygen sending Luffy into a final, catatonic state of bliss.
"Law... Law... Law..."
With a final, guttural roar, Law buried himself as deep as he could go. He came with a violence that made his own muscles cramp, a hot, endless flood of white-hot fluid pumping into Luffy’s body.
Luffy’s body gave one final, violent shudder. His eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible, and he went completely limp in Law’s arms, his consciousness finally flickering out under the weight of the pleasure and the pain.
Law stayed there for a long time, his forehead pressed against the back of Luffy’s head, his body still joined to the unconscious boy. The adrenaline was slowly fading, replaced by a cold, numbing reality.
He pulled out slowly. Luffy slid down the wall like a broken doll, his wrists still cuffed, his body a ruin of red silk, leather marks, and Law’s fluids.
Law looked at his hands. He didn't feel like a hero. He didn't feel like a cop. He felt like the very thing he had spent his life trying to lock up.
But as he looked down at Luffy, who was starting to stir, a small, broken smile touching his lips even in his daze, Law knew the door wasn't the only thing that was locked.
He was trapped. Not in the room, but in the orbit of the boy on the floor.
Law reached down, picked up his belt, and slowly began to put his uniform back together.
"Wake up" Law whispered, his voice cold once more, though his eyes remained dark. "We still have to process your confession."
Luffy opened his eyes, the pupils slowly dilating as he looked up at the man who had just destroyed him.
"I confess..." Luffy rasped, his voice filled with a terrifying, addictive devotion. "I want to do it again."
The heavy, metallic click of the door finally unlocking echoed through the VIP lounge like a gunshot. Law stood tall, his uniform perfectly realigned, though the crimson stains on his knuckles and the dark, wet patches on his trousers told a story no report could ever scrub clean.
Zoro pushed the door open, his hand resting on the hilt of a blade, his eyes scanning the room for a threat. He stopped dead.
The room was a high-end battlefield with shattered crystal and the air was thick with the scent of sex, copper, and expensive alcohol.
Luffy was still slumped against the wall, his wrists still cuffed behind him, his red silk shirt hanging in tatters off his bruised shoulders. His face was a mess of Law’s dried release and sweat, his lips swollen, and his eyes, usually so bright and chaotic, were glazed with a terrifying, hollow bliss.
"Luffy!" Zoro stepped forward, his voice a low growl of concern.
"Don't," Law barked. It wasn't a request; it was a command issued from the depths of a man who had completely crossed the line and found he liked the view from the other side. "The prisoner is still under my custody. Back off."
Zoro’s eyes flickered to Law’s bleeding hand, then to the raw, red belt marks visible on Luffy’s thighs. A heavy, dangerous tension filled the space. Zoro looked at Luffy, waiting for the word to cut the officer down.
Luffy let out a weak, rattling giggle. He looked at Zoro, then tilted his head back to look up at Law, who was looming over him like a dark god of vengeance. "It’s okay, Zoro," Luffy rasped, his voice a shredded wreck. "The Officer... he was just being thorough. Shishishi."
He then looked up at Law, his eyes now bright with a terrifying, playful clarity. "Hey, Law," Luffy chirped, his voice vibrating with a dark sort of joy. "You really gonna take me in? You gonna take me there with your cum and spit all over me?"
Law’s grip tightened, his knuckles white. "I’m an officer of the law. I do as I'm told."
"Shishishi!" Luffy laughed, a sound of pure, spoiled delight. "Look at your phone. I bet it's been buzzing for the last twenty minutes."
Law froze. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his work device. The screen was a wall of notifications. Urgent texts from the District Attorney. And one final, blunt message from the Minister of Justice, 'Release the Monkey D. boy immediately. No charges. No record. Return his property and vacate the premises'.
Law’s hand shook. The ‘ruthless’ officer suddenly staring at the reality of the world Luffy lived in. Laws were for people who couldn't afford to break them.
"You... you set this up," Law hissed, his voice trembling with a mix of fury and a lingering, unwanted heat.
"I like my Sunday nights loud. And I like my toys expensive." Luffy whispered, leaning in so only the officer could hear him.
Luffy held up his cuffed wrists, his expression turning into a pout. "Now, be a good officer and give me my keys. You’re trespassing on my private property now."
The silence in the room was deafening. Zoro watched in stunned silence as Law, the man who had just dismantled Luffy’s dignity, slowly reached into his pocket. His movements were stiff, robotic. With a shaking hand, he inserted the key into the steel cuffs.
The restraints fell to the floor with a heavy, humiliating thud.
Luffy rubbed his bruised wrists, a wide, predatory grin stretching across his face. He quickly pulled his trousers back up and stepped into Law’s personal space, completely unafraid, and reached up to straighten Law’s crooked collar.
"You lost, Law," Luffy murmured, his eyes scanning Law’s face for any sign of the man who had just dominated him. "But don't worry. I’m a very generous winner."
Luffy reached into his torn pocket and pulled out a thick stack of high-denomination Berries, the bribe Law had refused hours ago. He didn't hand it to him; he shoved the money into the breast pocket of Law’s uniform, patting it down with a firm, possessive hand.
"That’s for the overtime," Luffy said, his voice dropping to a low, husky register. "And for the dry cleaning. You’re dismissed, Officer."
Law stood there, paralyzed. He was a ruined man int front of the boy he couldn't arrest, holding a bribe he couldn't return, and facing a career that was now tethered to the whims of a nineteen-year-old monster.
Without another word, Law turned and walked out of the VIP lounge.
Luffy hopped back onto a table, swinging his legs and laughing. He watched the door where Law had disappeared, his eyes dancing with a dangerous, addictive fire.
"He'll be back next Sunday," Luffy told Zoro. "I think he finally understands the law around here."