Patreon Compilation – Fic#179 – Mondatta/Hanzo/Zenyatta – Milky AU – breeding box; dehumanization; consensual and enthusiastic – Think Inside The Box

Mondatta/Hanzo/Zenyatta – Hanzo is curious about Genji's lifestyle though he'd never admit it to him or anybody else. Good thing that Mondatta and Zenyatta, two professional studs, are very good at keeping quiet and acquiring equipment that is not necessarily for non-cow folk.

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Mondatta and Zenyatta had warned him multiple times that the breeding box was not really something to be used by anybody other than cows. He had told them multiple times where to stick their unsolicited advice.

Hanzo wishes now that he had listened to them as he is in the darkness, his ass thrust out into the room and being mercilessly molested by the same two individuals that he’s hired.

They had seemed gentle and non-threatening enough, both tall and almost painfully thin with calm, soothing voices. He’s dealt with all kinds of fucked up people before. The thought that he would not be able to deal with two beanpoles like them had seemed so fucking ludicrous, but now…

Someone spreads his ass wide for what is undoubtedly an inspection and his first instinct is to jerk around and snap at them like a wild animal – but that isn’t possible. They have strapped him quite competently into the box, half-suspended in mid-air, even a halter around his head and a gummy bit in his mouth because he has told them he wants to feel like a cow.

Oh how he feels like one now. And how he hates it initially.

Long, thin fingers push ruthlessly into him. They’re generously coated in slick and practically zeroing in on his prostate but his brain is still struggling with the complete darkness around. He grunts incoherent little noises into his bit, clenches down to try and force out the fingers… and only gets a very succinct slap on his ass and an even harsher, nearly jabbing thrust for his effort.

He pouts. He wants someone to play with his cock and balls at least… but here, too, his pride and eagerness to become a cow for a night have fucked it all up for him. They have made sure to not slip out his junk to dangle outside the box along with his ass.

Hanzo can hear the very soft click of a speaker and Mondatta’s voice briefly is inside the box. “Good cow”. It is clinical and brief. Hanzo knows it is his trigger word but his brain is too occupied with the complete darkness and helplessness to react like any proper cow would.

He still gets excited, though. He loves how impersonal it is. How Zenyatta is rubbing along his walls and roughly pushing his knuckles against his rim, all in an effort to get him as prepared as possible in as little a time. Like they have a hundred more cows lined up outside that are in need of some serious readjustment-

That gets him to calm down a little, his heart slowing somewhat from the fast tattoo it had been pounding against his ribcage.

The little sound of the speaker pops up again but this time when he hears voices they’re very faint and obviously not directed at him. They let him listen to their discussion as the long fingers slide out of his rectum.

“I suppose they could be ready for breeding now. It is not optimal but… hmm maybe the cow needs more time after all. Their muscle relaxation is not up to standard.”

He groans into his bit. Oh fuck yeah. That is… that is good. Hanzo loves degradation – in secret, obviously.

A nice swollen cock head is being placed against his wet hole, slightly pushing in and then back again. It’s not a fat cock by any stretch of the imagination but it is more substantial than the fingers and nice and warm. A comfortable cock, so to say. He can absolutely imagine those two being training studs… getting all the cows comfortable with being fucked by complete strangers-

“That is already known,” Mondatta’s voice pipes up. The cadence of his words is just as gentle as Zenyatta’s, in theory, but he speaks at a more clipped pace which gives him a stricter appearance. “This assignment is about an attitude adjustment. The cow has been rude and unmanageable.”

“Ooohh.”

Hanzo shudders at the knowing sound in Zenyatta’s voice. He had not paid them for any roleplay or been discussing it with them apart from wanting to feel like a cow because he can’t stop fucking obsessing over it, thanks to his little brother-

but this is very nice. Very good.

Zenyatta grabs his hips and rams inside him.

Hanzo’s eyes fly open and he gurgles into his bit. He is sure that proper cows like Genji and his nasty little whore friends would just laugh at a cock this size… maybe it’d be a nice appetizer for them or something, but for Hanzo-

He can’t believe how helpless this breeding box makes him feel. Like nothing more than a… a… animal… an animal that is here to be knocked up and nothing more. His cock jerks in the darkness, desperate for some touch that is not going to happen.

“Phhhfuuckkk-” he gurgles, drool slipping from the corners of his mouth and soaking into his perfectly kept beard.

Zenyatta fucks like the stud he is, somehow managing to angle himself in a way that has his cock pressing so precisely against Hanzo’s prostate that it teeters on the edge of being painful. He doesn’t think he’s ever had a guy fuck him with such… skill, for lack of a better word. It makes him start to appreciate the profession a lot more.

“They are not very responsive,” he can hear Zenyatta’s slightly tinny sounding voice through the speaker. He sounds a little worried, the drag of his cock slowing down just that little bit. “Maybe that was their problem all along… they weren’t tightening up enough for the breeding bulls…”

Before he can really wrap his mind around it, he feels a hard pinch to the most sensitive part of his ass just about hanging outside of the box; it’s so close to his taint that all he can do is screech into his bit while tightening his muscles up reflexively.

“Oh! There we go. Yes, perfect. Thank you very much, Mondatta.”

He is so polite as he says it; like they are having cups of tea.

Hanzo loves how impersonal he is; how he can imagine him barely paying attention as he rams into his non-cow cunt, fucking him just because Hanzo has offered the both of them huge sums of money so they would play as if they were actually breeding him up.

He’s so curled up in the box that when Zenyatta starts to really put some power behind his thrusts, it jostles him enough to have his dick swinging and droplets of pre-cum hitting the underside of Hanzo’s chin and his throat.

He rotates his wrists in their binds, clenches his eyes shut, tries to center himself… but in the end he can only howl into his bit as he is getting fucked and fucked and fucked. Zenyatta’s stamina is making him go insane.

He comes at some point, squirting hot, sticky cum against his own chin… but just gets dicked through it. The slender, long cock keeps ramming into his guts, angled a little away from his prostate at least while Zenyatta comments on how fast this cow has climaxed on his dick…

“It is normal for maidens,” Mondatta answers mildly. “They are overeager to appeal to their studs.”

Hanzo had not expected either of them to roleplay for him but it is hitting all the right buttons for him. He wonders if his brother had been in a similar place as him once… though probably not. Zenyatta and Mondatta had mentioned that cows usually only need the box for intense adjustment purposes and Genji seems to be too good at spreading his legs to-

His thoughts derail as his studs exchange places. The next cock being gently pushed into him his surprisingly bigger than Zenyatta’s. He had not thought that Mondatta would have such a fat dick but it is stretching his rim in all new ways and has the breath stuttering out of his chest.

There’s no pause to let him get used to the new sensation. Mondatta fucks a lot meaner than Zenyatta. He rams into Hanzo something fierce, slapping his cheeks every now and then seemingly just for the sake of it… or maybe to get him to clench down on his big cock while Hanzo is howling into his bit, drooling and shooting another load against his throat and chin.

Cum and saliva is dripping from his beard, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. It feels like his heart is about to burst from how fast it is pounding, his guts on fire as the stud rams him fast and merciless.

For the first time it truly feels like he is not made to get dicked like this. Like cows must truly have something that makes them love getting continuously fucked and degraded and still beg for more…

But that doesn’t mean he’s going to quit. Oh no. He’s hanging in there by the skin of his teeth, his cock aching from oversensitivity but so hard he thinks there might be another load in him yet.

He wishes someone would play with his nipples while he was suspended in the darkness of the box. But that is the magic of the contraption; he’s nothing but a cunt that needs to be bred by two studs. Nobody cares about his status or wealth. He just needs to take it and say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’.