The Young Master Gets His Way (2119 words) by thesavagesabretooth
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: One Piece [Manga]
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Donquixote Doflamingo & Trebol [One Piece]
Characters: Trebol (One Piece), Donquixote Doflamingo
Additional Tags: Kinktober, Kinktober 2025, Topping from the Bottom, Bottoming from the Top, Dom/sub, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Service Top, Table Sex, Master/Servant, Mentor/Protégé, Ambiguous Relationships, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Character Study, Pillow Princess Donquixote Doflamingo, look trebol isn’t gross in this i promise okay? well he’s gross morally but you know what I mean
Summary:

Trebol knew that he had created a monster. A monster of will and pride and lust and demand. And he was proud of it. He reveled in it, letting that monster use him and take what he wanted from him. His monster.

Doflamingo uses his devil fruit powers to put Trebol’s attention where it belongs- on him.

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“Where do you think you’re going?” Doffy purred, his voice thick with the wine he’d been drinking.

Trebol found his hand jerking itself away from the door’s handle, manipulated by a nearly invisible thread. He looked back over his shoulder to see Doflamingo still sprawled in his chair at the meeting table, everyone else having departed.

“Hey, hey, what’s up, Doffy?”

Doffy wiggled his fingers, and Trebol’s body walked itself back to the table and put down the paperwork in his arms, before putting them around Doffy’s shoulders instead. His skill with his threads had become so fine it was less like having your body jerked around, and more like it was simply moving for you. Trebol was always impressed by how far he had come.

So much for getting any work done. It looked like Doffy needed attention.

“I see all that paperwork you’ve got.” He leaned up to look at him, scarlet lenses shining in the dim light of the room. “You aren’t too busy for me, are you, Trebol?”

“Never, Doffy,” Trebol lied, cooing as he kissed the top of his head.

It was the right kind of lie. A sweet lie that ought to be true— no matter how busy he was, Doflamingo was the ‘young master’ and he got his way. Trebol had always encouraged his kingly attitude, even if sometimes he wandered less into ‘domineering ruler’ and more into ‘spoiled child’. Trebol had cultivated it— and would continue to do so, without contradiction.

“Good.”

Doflamingo reached up and wiped Trebol’s face with his handkerchief, before his strings bent him even further down making Trebol kiss him. Despite being busy, Trebol didn’t need much encouragement for this, though he happily let Doflamingo take the lead.

Doffy turned to push his arms under Trebol’s great fur coat and wrap himself around his narrow body. Trebol, more fool him, had not expected quite so insistent a kiss— Doflamingo’s tongue prodding into his mouth, tasting heavily of wine.

Trebol found his body tugged into pushing Doffy’s against the table, pinning him under him as they kissed.

Lithe and flexible, Doffy wrapped a leg around him as well. His lips lingered on Trebol’s and he licked across them.

“I’m horny, Trebol. Take care of me.”

Trebol felt himself flush. So much for the paperwork that needed doing, indeed.

“Of course, young master.”

It was not an unusual request. Trebol had been ‘taking care’ of Doffy for some time, and he’d continue to oblige him every time he asked. Even when Trebol wasn’t sure why he did ask. It wasn’t as though more attractive partners weren’t available any time Doffy wanted them. But whether it was the familiarity and comfort, the sheer perversion of it, or that he simply liked bending Trebol to his will— he’d never look a gift horse in the mouth.

He put his slim hands on Doflamingo’s chest, slipping them under his shirt and stroking the bare flesh as he kept him pinned against the table.

The sort, eager noises that Doffy made as Trebol started to touch and kiss him sent a shiver through his body. As distracted as he’d been, now he couldn’t help but focus on Doflamingo. Maybe that had been the point.

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Doffy savored the sensation of all of Trebol’s attention on him; his lips, his hands. The weight of his narrow body and his heavy coat holding him down against the table. For now, he mostly let Trebol move himself, but every now and then he used his threads to guide him— just for the fun of it. Making his hands wander over his crotch— making him grab his hips so that Doffy could wrap his slim legs around him.

Trebol had been busy and distracted for days, and the meeting had been the final straw for Doflamingo. It was time for a reminder that no matter what Trebol might have thought was important, it was Doflamingo who was the most important. His needs. His pleasure.

Trebol so often got full of himself, his ego letting himself get wound up in vain projects that had little to do with what Doflamingo was interested in. Mostly, Doffy didn’t mind that. He adored his executives, quirks and all. But there were limits, and Doffy was bored.

And besides, he knew that Trebol loved it when he reminded him who was boss. Reminded him just who was the young master.

Making him take time out of his busy schedule just for Doffy’s pleasure. Puppetting his body to do exactly what Doffy wanted. It was the perfect reminder.

And the perfect end to the boredom and clingy need for attention that had had him drinking all through the meeting.

Doffy’s heels dug into the small of Trebol’s back as he laid with his back against the table.

“Take my pants off.”

“Yes, young master.”

Doffy made him do it himself, without tugging any strings, and he shivered as Trebol’s slim, cool hands unfastened his pants, and pulled them down, along with his underwear. His cock sprang free, already hard— not only had the kissing and touching warmed him up, but before that he’d been thinking about doing exactly this throughout the whole meeting.

He wiggled his fingers, and Trebol had no choice but to start jerking him off. He licked his lips, looking up at Trebol as he stood over him, flushed and looking almost as scandalized as lascivious.

Doffy let him pump away at his cock, and directed his other hand to play with his balls, and finger his asshole.

“Should I let you fuck me, Trebol?” Doffy cooed sweetly.

He could see the sweat starting to bead on Trebol’s forehead, and the straining in his pants. “Whatever you like, young master.”

He grinned. It was exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Maybe I should have you jerk me off real quick, and then you can go back to your paperwork.” He licked his teeth, arching his hips into the slow, controlled motion of Trebol’s hand.

“Ah…” The tension was thick in Trebol’s voice, his eyes half lidded. “Well, Doffy, anything you want… but the paperwork can wait.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Doffy chuckled. He looped strings around the back of Trebol’s neck, just for the fun of tugging him down a little closer. “Have I distracted you, Trebol?”

“A-a bit, young master, yes.”

“How cruel of me.” Doffy huffed another soft laugh, as he made Trebol push his fingers slightly in to the pucker of his ass.

“Wicked, even, young master,” Trebol agreed, sounding a little breathless now.

Doffy raised his legs higher, stroking his heels along Trebol’s back and exposing more of his ass.

“Do you want to fuck me, Trebol?”

“I-if you want me to, Doffy. You know I’m happy to serve you.” Still, Trebol’s gaze was fixed on Doffy’s asshole. Exactly as he’d hoped.

“Beg me.”

Trebol choked, and Doffy cackled.

“Beg me to let you fuck me, Trebol.”

Doflamingo watched on Trebol’s face as his ego and dignity warred with his desperation and desire to please.

As always delighted Doffy, the desperation and desire to please won out.

“Please let me fuck you, young master.”

“Done,” Doffy purred. His strings forced Trebol to release Doffy’s cock, and pat down the pockets of his coat for the bottle of oil he carried instead. “But only because you begged me.”

“Thank you, Doffy,” he murmured back, watching helplessly as Doffy made him pull down his pants and expose his cock before moistening his hands with oil. “Ah, if you’d like me to, I could…”

“I like this,” Doffy countered, pulling Trebol’s hands to smear the oil over his ass, and push his fingertips inside. “I’ve decided that I want to play with you today.”

“Of course, young master.”

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Doffy was in a mood, that much was obvious as Trebol felt his own body puppetted to the young master’s whims. Strings tugged him, guiding—forcing— his motions as he opened Doffy’s ass up, and then put the head of his cock against it.

No matter what it might look like, with Doflamingo’s smaller body spread out beneath him on the meeting room table, and Trebol looming above about to impale him on his cock, Doffy was the one in complete control.

Trebol surrendered to him. What else could he do? He had trouble saying no to the beautiful blond godling in any situation, and there was no chance for that here. If Doflamingo, the celestial dragon cast out of heaven, wanted his body this way, then that was what he would have. If he wanted to puppet him, then Trebol wouldn’t resist.

His body was pulled again, and Trebol’s hips arched, slipping his cock slowly into the warm, tight heat of Doffy’s slick, twitching asshole. He groaned as Doffy bent him over, resting his hands on Doffy’s chest as he started to fuck him.

It was always a strange sensation, letting his body be moved by Doffy’s strings. By the young master’s will. The perversion of it, bent to the will of the young man that he’d raised from the gutter, sent a shudder through his body as much as the sensation of the tight ass around his cock did.

Trebol knew that he had created a monster. A monster of will and pride and lust and demand. And he was proud of it. He reveled in it, letting that monster use him and take what he wanted from him. His monster.

“Oh, Doffy…”

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Doffy groaned, his toes curling as he held Trebol to him, every compelled thrust of his cock sending waves of pleasure through his body. It was perfect. The sensation of Trebol deep inside him, hitting exactly the spots he wanted over and over. The thrill of control, of having him move to his every whim, to please him, to serve him.

He licked his lips and grabbed Trebol’s arm with another string, bringing his hand back to stroke Doffy’s cock while he fucked him. It was a feat of dexterity the man wouldn’t be up to alone, but with Doflamingo’s ‘help’ the delicious sensation of being fucked and stroked off at the same time was easily achieved.

“Perfect, Trebol, just like that,” Doffy murmured, his breath hot. From the thickening throb of Trebol’s cock inside him, Doffy knew he wasn’t going to last long. That was fine, Doffy wasn’t going to either. Not with the way the twin pleasures of lust and power pooled together in the heat of his groin.

“Of course, of course, young master,” Trebol whined. His body moved by Doffy’s will pistoning agianst him, stooped low, his long fringe of hair around his face.

He let Trebol’s body do all the work, guided by his strings, at the beck and call of his fingers, as he lay elegantly across the table, simply basking in the pleasure on offer.

It was a perfect, obscene moment, made all the more perfect by how repulsive any onlooker would have found it. Beautiful, heavenly Doflamingo, impaled and moaning on the cock of a gnarled gutter-trash thief. And all because Doflamingo willed it.

This was what he wanted. This was what he needed. Trebol inside him, again and again, serving at his pleasure, sending his lust higher and higher, never saying ‘no’, just giving Doflamingo anything and everything he wanted, forever and ever.

Stroking his cock, fucking him.

Making him come.

Doflamingo’s hips bucked sharply as his mind blanked. The orgasm rolled through him like a thunderclap, cum squirting all over Trebol’s fingers and across his own belly. He shook with pleasure, surging with heat as his asshole twitched and clamped down on Trebol’s cock.

Doflamingo heard Trebol’s choked groan, and knew that his own orgasm had sent him over the edge, Trebol’s hips jerking against his strings as he came inside him. Doffy shuddered at the hot, wet sensation and tugged Trebol closer, stretching himself and tugging him close to find his mouth. Doffy bit and sucked at his wet mouth eagerly as the lewd moment shuddered through both of them.

He finally allowed Trebol to collapse on his chest, his frail body spent. Doffy wrapped his arms around him again, and nuzzled his face against his stubble.

“I can let you get back to work now,” he teased. “If you must.”

Trebol laughed bashfully, limp and useless on top of him. “I think that can wait a while longer, young master. Maybe we can find another bottle of wine? Some lunch?”

Doffy’s grin sliced his face. Once again, he got his way.

He hugged Trebol to his chest, cuddling against him, both of them encircled by his huge coat.

“Exactly what I wanted to hear.”