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Bartolomeo and his crew have just arrived on their next stop in the New World, this being a small, but compact island housing one major city alongside a couple small villages. This island was called Bergeman, with the major city known as Corian.
“Okay guys, you know what you need to pick up right?”
Bartolomeo asked while helping the ship dock onto shore.
“Yeah yeah Barto, we know” Gambia begrudgingly answered.
Barto simply chuffed and worked with his crew to finish docking the ship, before grabbing a couple of crates of Luffy paraphernalia to burden the residents of this city with. Gambia, along with a few other crew members walked into the main entrance to town, looking to find some general stores to stock up on some simple necessities such as preserved meats, some sugary items, and plenty of beer. As Barto entered the city’s main tavern to hawk his wares, he noticed a sight that made him drop all of his belongings. Inside the tavern, sitting alone with his swords on his hip and a stein of beer in his hand, there sat the infamous swordsman of the Straw hat crew, Roronoa Zoro.
“Z-Zoro sama!!!!” Bartolomeo babbled loudly towards the handsome swordsman
“Uh… Bartolomeo, right? The fanboy from the coliseum?” Zoro hesitantly questioned
“Y-y-you remember me?” Barto stuttered, tears streaming from his overstimulated eyes
Zoro awkwardly rubs his head, clearly flustered by Bartolomeo’s excessively eager personality.
“Yeah? Why?”
“Oh um, sorry, trying to get b-better about talking to all of the holy gods in Luffy’s crew” Bartolomeo slowly spoke, attempting to regain composure.
“Uh huh, whatever you say. Want a beer, Rooster?” Zoro chuckled to himself, having remembered the nickname Robin gave for Bartolomeo back during their time on Dressrosa.
Bartolomeo stopped breathing for a moment, before recomposing himself and nodding, sitting down next to Zoro. For some reason, Zoro seemingly had an extremely strong odor to him, likely from not bathing for at least a week. Upon catching whiff of the swordsman’s intense musk, Barto immediately crossed his legs to cover his swelling erection.
“Two beers” Zoro shouted to the barkeep, not noticing the state that his new drinking partner was struggling through. The bartender silently poured two large wooden steins of beer, and handed them to Zoro before resuming his service for other clients.
“Thank you sir” Bartolomeo quietly spoke before taking a sip of his beverage.
“Sure” Zoro dismissively mentioned before taking a swig of his beer.
After a couple minutes of silence, Bartolomeo was the one to speak up next,
“So.. Where is everyone else?”
“Hell if I know, I was with them a few minutes ago and then they just wandered off somewhere. That’s why I’m just trying to rest and have a few drinks” Zoro explained, clearly annoyed that the crew that always loses him lost him again.
“I see..” Bartolomeo spoke softly. Another pregnant pause passed before Bartolomeo spoke again,
“Z-zoro sama?” He asked, his face starting to turn red
“What’s up?” Zoro responded, non-plussed.
“I noticed you… you uh… kinda smell like you.. haven’t cleaned yourself in a while” He quietly spoke, his eyes looking to the ground.
“Yeah, probably been about 2 weeks, why?” He responded, downing the rest of his beer.
“Do you…. Do you need any help with that?” Barto responded, barely audible.
At this, Zoro raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
“Uh.. what do you mean by that?” He answered reluctantly.
At this, Barto slammed down the rest of his beer, his face bright red as he leaned over to whisper to Zoro, “I want to.. clean your body…”
Zoro froze, he had never been.. propositioned this openly before, especially by a guy. But something about the mood, and Bartolomeo constantly praising his work made Zoro a bit more open than even he expected.
“Yeah, that would be nice” He responded bluntly.
After Zoro spoke, Bartolomeo’s brain went haywire with nasty, raunchy thoughts that he had tried to keep supressed aside from occasional relief stints with finding some cute guys to let off steam with.
“O-okay sir! You won’t regret it!!” Bartolomeo bolted out of his seat, and paid for their beers without even a word spoken.
“I passed a private bathhouse on the way here… Is that okay with you, sir?”
“Sure, as long as we aren’t interrupted by anyone” Zoro chuckled and began to follow along Bartolomeo as he led the fellow green haired man towards a quiet, tucked-away bathhouse.
They both entered the bathhouse, and Barto paid the kind worker at the front, who then handed them a key to a private room for bathing.
“Been here before, huh?” Zoro questioned, a sly grin starting to show on his face.
“N-no, but I’ve been to some other islands that have places like this..” Bartolomeo shyly spoke before unlocking the door and entering the private room with Zoro.
The room was quaint, with a small pool for bathing, a couple stools with mirrors for washing, and a nice mural on the walls. Zoro began to quietly disrobe, until he was down to a fundoshi stained yellow at the front. Bartolomeo also disrobed, his nose beginning to bleed and his erection making it hard to remove his clothes.
“Wow…. You’re so hot master Zoro..” Bartolomeo spoke, staring in awe.
“Thanks Rooster, but why don’t you start cleaning me?” Zoro spoke, raising his arm to expose a patch of green, matted, curly, and foul smelling hairs. Bartolomeo immediately rushed over and shoved his nose against the armpit, quickly inhaling earthy the fumes as he moaned out softly. Barto ran his tongue over the patch of hair, feeling the wet sweat rub onto his tongue as a couple stray hairs dislodged into his greedy mouth. Barto’s cock leaked a small amount of precum as he began to suck the armpit hair, removing both the new sweat and the remnants of caked-on sweat from Zoro’s constant, intense workouts. Zoro smiled and lowered his arm, trapping Barto into his armpit. A muffled groan of pleasure could be heard as Barto began to suffocate on the strong funk under Zoro’s arms. He continued to diligently suck the hairs clean, even as he found it harder and harder to breathe. After a couple minutes of grunting and being smothered, Zoro lifted his arm to reveal Barto’s face blood-red with a few stray hairs sticking from his mouth. Barto promptly swallowed, eating the stray hairs that were left in his mouth.
“Z-zoro sama…” Bartolomeo spoke in reverence.
“Don’t forget the other side, Rooster” Zoro smiled before lifting his other arm, unleashing a second wave of earthy musk into the enclosed room.
Barto immediately hurried his nose to the other pit, where he sniffed hard and started rubbing his leaky erection. The scent was the same as the other side; earthy with a heavy smell of sweat and a very slight cheesy undertone. As he did before, he slathered his tongue over the wet pit slowly, savoring the salty taste. Zoro lightly rubbed the back of Barto’s head before forcefully shoving it against his pit. At this provocation, Bartolomeo’s cock squirted a preliminary shot of cum onto the floor as his mouth was yet again full of the musky hairs.
“Well well.. awfully excited to clean me huh, fanboy?” Zoro chuckled as he released the boy’s head from his crevice.
“Now, on your knees, I haven’t peeled back my foreskin for weeks..” Zoro admitted, starting to enjoy dominating Bartolomeo.
Barto swallowed hard before getting on his knees, face-to-face with the old, crusty, yellowed, disgusting smelling fabric of the heavily-used fundoshi. He pressed his nose against the front and was immediately hit with a smell even fouler than the swordsman’s unwashed armpits. This scent was heavy with strong notes of cheese, some earthy notes, and a lingering aroma of mold.
“F-fuck.. Zoro… it smells so bad….” Bartolomeo moaned, his arousal still extremely evident. He licked the front of the fabric before placing his mouth on the fundoshi, starting to suck any filth he could out of it. Zoro grunted, feeling the wetness on his pent-up member, as the sucking caused his bulge to also swell. Bartolomeo blushed as the fabric expanded, and released his mouth before slowly pulling down the fundoshi. The underwear slid down Zoro’s hard cock until passing the head and causing the penis to spring up in the air.
Zoro’s cock was a respectable length, around 6 inches or so fully erect. It was a light tan color, with foreskin hanging over the head just enough to provide a peek at the light pink head. Bartolomeo grabbed the erection and pressed his nose to the slightly wet tip, and was immediately choked by an extremely strong tang of cheese built up underneath the tight enclosure of Zoro’s foreskin. He then started to peel back the tight foreskin, revealing a netting of creamy, slightly yellow clumps of smegma circling around the tip of the cock.
“F-fuck….” Barto groaned, a bit of blood dripping from his nose.
“I told you.. it’s been a while… you hungry?” Zoro teased, his cock throbbing in Bartolomeo’s hand.
Bartolomeo nodded before running his tongue over the head, collecting a fresh lump of cheese. The taste was vile, but Barto rubbed the smegma all over the inside of his mouth with his tongue before swallowing, and sticking out his tongue to show he had obediently eaten a segment of the cheese.
“Wow.. you really are a fucked up little guy..” The swordsman rubbed his head, slightly in shock at the display of depravity. Barto however took this as a compliment, and began circling his tongue around the tip of the penis, moistening the remaining smegma as it melted slowly onto his tongue. Zoro shivered in pleasure, he had not gotten any action in quite some time. Barto started to bob his head back and forth on Zoro’s cock, his tongue circling the tip, continuing to loosen and eat the smegma that was coating Zoro’s erection.
“B-barto.. If you keep that up..” Zoro panted in pleasure, his knees slightly shaking. Bartolomeo visibly smiled before increasing the pace to drive his master to finish.
“Gonna.. fuck.. gonna.. cum!!!” Zoro shouted, his balls pulsing as Bartolomeo felt a jet of cum shoot into his mouth. The cum was very bitter, and tasted like it had been fermented inside the unwashed ballsack. As he came, a loose piece of smegma that was inside the urethra shot down the boy’s throat. At this, Bartolomeo finally reached his climax and let out a girlish noise as his own cum shot at the floor, splattering the clean tile. He kept sucking until Zoro’s orgasm wore off, and Zoro pulled his head away.
“That was good fanboy, but not a word of this to the crew.. got it?” Zoro demanded, knowing he would never hear Sanji shut up about this.
“Yes sir.. Hold on a second” Barto wiped his mouth and hurried to his clothes before tearing off a piece of his vivre card.
“Just in case you don’t have time to shower.. Zoro-sama” He blushed and handed over the card. Zoro took the card and placed it with his things, before getting dressed and heading back out to get lost in the city again.