CYOA 2 – To The Victor Go The Spoils – Chapter 15: Goodbye And Hello

Previously: Hanzo is living his best life as the owner of Cole Cassidy's cock. He also finds out a bit more about the reigning Champion.

Content/warning: Ponyta gets a name, Magikarp shows off a new trick, and Hanzo is being a slut.

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“Was a pleasure meetin’ ya, Lúcio. You go and take good care of Hanzo now, will ya?” Cole claps his hand onto Lúcio’s shoulder, his smile just a little bit forced looking.

Hanzo clicks his tongue, crossing his arms under his chest. “I am not in need if a babysitter. Though I do appreciate the company.”

Lúcio nods with a smile, patting Cole’s big hand. “Yeah, what he said. I think we’re gonna have to look after each other. But sure, I’ll keep an eye out for him, don’t you worry, bud.”

There’s a cheeky little gleam in his eye like he wants to add something inappropriate but Hanzo quickly interrupts him before he can do so, turning to Cole proper: “You should better look out for your own, in any case. Don’t let your Pokémon run away again. Especially Maddox.”

Cole’s face goes blank at that as he stares at Hanzo.

“What do ya mean? Aren’t you takin’ him with ya?”

Hanzo frowns.

“What do you mean? He is your Pokémon.”

“Not as far as I’m concerned. You caught ‘im in a ball, didn’t ya? He wouldn’t have let you do that if he didn’t want ya to. I think life on the farm’s not for him. He never did get the hang of herdin’ the Skiddo…”

As if on cue, the Rockruff waddles around the corner of the main building and stands there, staring at them in what looks like shock before starting to run over to them, curled tail wagging profusely.

Hanzo can’t find the words for a moment before he slowly squats down to greet Maddox as he makes a beeline for him.

“You mean… you are giving him to me?”

He’s a useless, fat little pup… but Hanzo can’t deny that he has grown rather fond of him during their little adventure together. It would have felt odd to go back on the road without him.

“Of course. You go and take ‘im with you. Make a fine Pokémon outta him. Show me how strong he can become, alright?”

Hanzo clears his throat profusely, focusing on blinking away a few tears that are suddenly right in his eyes while digging his fingers into Rockruff’s prickly mane.

“Y-Yes… I can do-”

“Where’s Ponyta, then? I’d like to say goodbye to it as well,” Cole interrupts him, probably not hearing Hanzo with how quietly he had been mumbling.

Hanzo uses the time to get himself back together and pulling out Maddox’ Pokéball.

Once he has put him away, he stands back up and cranes his neck to look over the field where he’s let Ponyta play one last time with his new Grass-type friends.

He whistles loudly between his teeth and when Ponyta lifts his head he pauses, suddenly feeling pretty nervous and sheepish… then pushes through the feeling and calls over: “King! Come here, we’re going!”

Cole’s face goes blank again, a twitch in his cheek making him look a bit deranged as he stares almost through Hanzo, visibly gathering his thoughts.

Lúcio is beaming as if not noticing the tense atmosphere.

“Hey, you finally got him a name? King sounds pretty good! Cool stuff.” He turns away, wandering toward the fences as if wanting to watch Ponyta run toward him – but actually giving the two of them some space.

Hanzo clears his throat.

“I have talked to him this morning. He seemed quite pleased by the name… I thought it might be a nice legacy for… your King.”

He is not usually hesitant to get his thoughts out – certainly not toward Cassidy who he’s spent over a week now teasing and torturing with his consent. But the way Cassidy stares at him makes him wonder if something violent is about to happen.

“You called him King…” he finally murmurs, turning to watch as Ponyta gallops leisurely toward them, whinnying and hopping the fence with ease, blue fire almost sparkling in the morning light. He really looks beautiful after Hanzo spent almost an hour brushing out his coat and feeling weird about how big his baby Pokémon has gotten in the past couple months.

“I did,” Hanzo replies, trying not to feel self-conscious.

Ponyta trots to them now, nosing against Cassidy’s chest until he gets those big hands to rub over his face and neck.

Slowly, Cole relaxes again… but he never does tell Hanzo whether he is fine with the name choice or not.

.oOo.

“Come on, it’s still early and I wanna get some walkin’ in! Politoed has gone ahead half an hour ago already. You exchanged numbers, didn’t you? Nice. So say goodbye and then lets be on our way.”

.oOo.

Hanzo feels a bit tender the first few hours back on the road, but the feeling starts to dissipate once Lúcio starts telling him about his re-stock in Saffron City. (Hanzo did make sure that he was at least a little bit compensated by Cassidy).

He’s got King’s bridle that Cassidy gifted him hanging off of his backpack, the metal clasps gently jingling with each step and posing a rhythmic, calming backdrop of noise that adds to the atmosphere of calm and relaxing around them.

“Yoooo Hanzo, lighten up a bit, will ya? Your man toy will still be there when you get back. And you can text him and shit. And we’re on our way to Olivine City, bro. Sand, waves, awesome food… sailors… and I heard the gym leader is a riot, you know? She’s supposed to be super competitive and super fun.”

Hanzo can feel himself getting warm… though not in the hot, angry way – more in the very pleased kind of way.

“My man toy?” he repeats slowly with a bit of amusement.

“Yeah, sure. Can’t believe it, honestly. First time I met you I thought you were this cute kind of virgin… and now you got the current Champion gagging for you to step on his no-doubt big ol’ dick.”

Hanzo has to smirk, trying to hide it against his shoulder. Has it been that obvious? Huh… he kind of likes the thought that others might see how into it Cole is. But… that is also not helping in alleviating the dull ache in his chest, so he changes the subject not-so-smoothly.

“I was not aware that Olivine was so famous. I think I only heard of it once in passing from my father. He does not particularly enjoy boat rides. He prefers travel via his Corviknight.”

“Well he probably wasn’t tryna look to get fucked by some sailors so that’s understandable I gu-”

“Excuse me?!”

Hanzo’s head snaps around, staring at Lúcio who is grinning quite mischievously now, curling an arm around Hanzo’s shoulders and playfully jostling him.

“You heard me right. I think Olivine could be loads of fun. If we play our cards right. Just let me handle things, okay?”

“I am not… I am not on this journey to whore myself out,” Hanzo protests weakly. He can feel the heat gently throbbing in the tips of his ears and knows that he looks a lot more eager than he would like to since all of a sudden he only can think about big burly sailors with their big burly…

“Oh don’t worry about it, okay? I think it’ll do you real good. You’re your own man, aren’t you? You’re free and you’re competent. You can have a good, horny life and still wipe the floor with your opponents.”

Lúcio is quiet for a moment, letting his words sink into Hanzo’s overheated brain. His overheated brain that has been obsessing about pumping out a load since he denied himself the other night in favor of sucking Cole off…

“You know, I bet your toy would love some exclusive little clips of you getting it on with some other men…”

Hanzo clears his throat, opting not to answer but… he thinks Cole might just really like that.

.oOo.

It takes them two days to make their way to Olivine City, though they are able to smell the salt from the sea a whole day before that. The wind is nice and cool, and when Lúcio offers that they split up for a moment to just have a look around before meeting up in front of the Café, Hanzo is only too eager to say yes.

He’s been feeling anxious for a while now and sitting at the pier to just watch Magikarp swimming about is doing wonders to help him relax. He focuses on his breathing, thoughts just coming and going without him trying to push them in any specific direction.

It’s not like he’s close to a panic attack – it is just a bit overwhelming to have been with other people for so long. He hasn’t really been alone since embarking on his journey which definitely has been a nice surprise… but also something to get used to for sure.

King’s Pokéball feels nice and warm against his hip, as does Kikuri’s. Both of them have not been pleased with being ordered back into their homes upon entering the City but he can’t just let them run around everywhere.

Magikarp sure seems thankful to be able to swim about a little. Looking at how confident he has become, even deciding that gym battle, Hanzo still can’t believe that his previous trainer would have treated him so poorly. It is not like he has put a special effort into training him… he just seems to be one talented Magikarp.

As ridiculous as that may sound.

He shifts around until he is lying on his belly, the wood warm beneath him, and stretches one hand out toward the water. Magikarp swims closer, gently mouthing at the back of his hand.

There are a few scars along his back, barely visible due to the crimson red scales. Hanzo moves to lightly touch them, petting along Magikarp’s back in the process – and watches as it lifts its long whiskers a little out of the water where they gently vibrate – much like a dear pet that is getting scratched at a particularly well-liked point.

How quaint; Hanzo can’t help but smirk a little – until he sees a small spark that has him blink profusely, hand pulling back some to stare at the tip of the whiskers, tiny bolts of electricity sparking on both of them.

“What the Hell?” he murmurs. His Pokémon never fail to surprise him.

.o.

“Electricity? You sure?”

“Well, I wouldn’t know what else it was,” Hanzo, replies thoughtfully after slipping onto the bench across from Lúcio. There is just a handful of sailors in the café with them but they are loud enough to make it feel more like a pub than a quaint little sea-side affair.

He can’t say that he overly minds. They have not bothered him, nor does the staff seem worried. It feels like a quirky everyday occurrence.

“Have you ever heard of that? We did have a few Magikarp at the dojo but I can’t remember if any of them ever showed signs of being able to produce electricity…”

Lúcio pulls the menu closer to study it but his eyes keep being drawn to the brawny sailors to watch them as they gesticulate wildly and laugh. It takes him visibly effort to focus on the conversation at hand.

“Well uh… hm. I mean, I know that some Gyarados are able to learn stuff like Thunderbolt, so it’s not too far fetched. Maybe it means that Magikarp is getting closer to evolving which would be pretty exciting, right? Who even knows how old it is… but since it was able to defeat a gym leader Pokémon, I’d say it’s pretty… knowledgeable…” he trails off, attention again being pulled by the sailors as they guffaw about something-or-other.

They look too big for the little benches of the cute café, one opting to stand at the table as he tells a story, his striped shirt riding up over his big hairy belly as he waves his arms.

Hanzo can feel himself growing a bit warmer at the sight, weirdly… conditioned to react to it after his stay with Rutledge and Cassidy. He bounces his knee lightly, grabbing the coffee he had ordered and taking a sip because his mouth has gone dry pretty quickly.

He startles when Lúcio stands all of a sudden, shimmying out from his own bench.

“Where are you going?” he asks quickly. A little breathless, maybe.

“Just to the bathrooms. Back in a bit. Can you order me a sandwich when the waiter comes?”

Hanzo stares after him, eyes trailing back to the little congregation of seamen when Lúcio is out of sight. Three of them are gathered at the table that they had been watching the whole time, two others are sitting at the counter proper, slumped as if they are sleeping even through the ruckus of the others telling each other stories and trying to one-up one another.

They really do seem harmless… harmless and sturdy, making him lightly shift on his seat, his hand sliding beneath the table to slip into his pocket and curl around his phone. He’s not necessarily a cheeky person… not compared to his brother, but after the past week he does find himself wondering just how needy Cassidy could become if he sent him a picture of these men, just letting him wonder what Hanzo might be up to…

He orders their sandwiches and a second later, Lúcio is back again, though this time he does not slide in opposite Hanzo, he pushes in right next to him, forcing him to slide further down on the bench.

Before he can protest, there’s a hand high up on his thigh, blunt fingers digging in and shutting him up. He looks at Lúcio who stares back at him with his pupils blown wide and his mouth open a little, breathing in soft puffs that immediately excite Hanzo.

“There’s nobody in the bathrooms right now,” Lúcio whispers. “So it’s just us and those guys.” His eyes flick to the side to indicate the sailors who are quieting down some as they get their food delivered and fill their bellies. “Why don’t we have a bit of fun? The café’ll close soon so I’m sure they won’t let anybody else in here either…”

“What the Hell are you talking about?” Hanzo asks with a bit of alarm in his voice, body growing hot and cold in confusing waves. He glances to the sailors again, then back at Lúcio who leans in to brush just the tip of his tongue against his neck and drawing a complicated pattern against his skin.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m sure you’ll love it. Get a bit of relaxation in before staking out the gym tomorrow, huh?” Lúcio’s hand slides over so he can drag his palm against Hanzo’s cock, nearly causing him to knock over his cup of coffee.

He is intimately aware of the blood pumping through his veins, hot and thick, rushing fast as his heart speeds up its pumps the more Lúcio massages his sensitive cock through his pants.

When he isn’t fast enough to come up with some flimsy reason as to why they can’t do this, Lúcio grasps his left hand and carefully pulls it off the table to move over to his own crotch, letting him feel his excited erection pressing against his weakly moving fingers.

“Come on… it’ll be fun,” Lúcio croons.

And that’s the problem, isn’t it? It’s not that Hanzo is afraid something might happen… it is that he knows it’ll feel good and exciting and thrilling and he might get completely hooked on the feeling of getting fucked by strangers in the most impossible places just so he can get his rocks off-

His fingers are moving even before he has come to a real decision, fumbling with the opening of Lúcio’s pants and pulling them open nice and slow.

Lúcio starts to sigh in relief but it gets stuck in his throat when the waiter suddenly appears at the side of their table to give them their sandwich orders.

Is it just Hanzo’s imagination or does he wink at them? Has he been able to see their hands under the table, rubbing at each others’ cocks like needy little boys? The fact that he can tell that Lúcio is nervous about all of this doesn’t really help either… oh goddamn…

The world has gone mad and he right with it.

This isn’t something Hanzo Shimada does. He does not sit in a perfectly normal café and get his cock freed and stroked nice and slow by a friend. It’s what Genji does, he’s pretty damn sure – but not him.

Except that he is here and fumbling with getting Lúcio’s fly open in turn because oh god it feels so nice to have some warm fingers around his dick that are not his own for once.

Lúcio is leaning heavily onto his shoulder and keeps murmuring naughty nothings to him while he gently drags a thumb over and over and over again over the sensitive tip of Hanzo’s dick…

“You know, I bet they got nice big dicks… or at least they fuck as if they have… you know what that means, right? They’ll just ram into you like you’re some toy… all lose hipped and shit. Pretending like they’re the biggest studs around ‘cause they want to one-up each other.

“I bet it’ll feel so damn good. Maybe they put us next to each other on a table. Let us watch each other get fucked. That’d be exciting, wouldn’t it? Your face does this cute thing when you’re getting close to coming. Goes all slack and pink… kind of like now… wow you’re so wet already, huh? I thought you played with your man toy the whole damn week but here you are, sensitive as a virgin-

“And speaking of your cowboy… don’t you think he’d just love getting a video of you getting just slammed by some filthy sailors? Huh? I bet he’d cream his pants or some shit- fuck…”

He loses steam for a moment, turning his head to press his forehead against the point of Hanzo’s shoulder, heels digging against the ground as he tries his hardest not to fuck up into Hanzo’s fist curled nice and tight around his dick.

“W-Why don’t you… why don’t you eat something so we don’t get found out immediately?” Hanzo whispers back, nervously glancing toward the still eating sailors at the other side of the room. He doesn’t know if they have even noticed them sitting there in the first place… but the things Lúcio was saying certainly have gotten him all needy for a nice dicking.

It’s been so long, after all…

“Oh shut up,” Lúcio rasps back. He lifts his head again and cranes his neck to start mouthing against Hanzo’s earlobe which… shit… shit that is really good. It shocks him, in a way, how he almost moans out loud, hastily clapping a hand over his mouth to stay nice and quiet.

One of the sailors must hear the weird slapping sound, though, and briefly glances over to them anyway. Oh god, oh fuck someone looked right at them while they’re jerking each other off…

Hanzo’s hand spasms around Lúcio’s cock. Part of him wants to stop it… but the larger part is desperately hot for it to continue. He’d never in his wildest dreams have thought that fucking around would be such a big part of his journey as a Pokémon trainer…

What would his father think if he knew about this? He would be undoubtedly disgusted and disappointed…

Or he would think ‘like father, like son’. Isn’t he getting railed by Rutledge regularly?

The thought has heat washing through his body. His eyes close briefly, balls feeling full to bursting. Could he do it? Could he come right here in a café – basically next to some unsuspecting strangers…?

“Damn, I knew I didn’t make shit up… look at those two little sluts getting each other off. Hey… aren’t you cute? What are you thinking, getting those little dicks out right under our noses…”

Hanzo opens his eyes, just staring up at the three sailors that have taken up position next to them. They’re having big grins on, and, as Hanzo can see when he lets his gaze slowly wander down, nice big dicks that are tenting the pants they’re wearing. His mouth goes dry, cock twitching in Lúcio’s grasp. It has gone lax from one moment to the next, his friend, too, focusing on the attention they have gotten due to them being needy little sluts.

“Yeah… we’re plenty cute,” he croons now, slightly trembling fingers focusing on the wet tip of Hanzo’s cock, sliding along his glans and slipping into the sloose slip of foreskin. “Bet we could look even cuter on some nice big dicks…”

God, he’s so… he’s so bold, but the sailors don’t seem to mind that approach at all. Their grins, if possible, become even bigger.

They glance at each other, checking out if everyone is up for some games…

“Could be difficult though. It’s three of us and two of you, after all.”

“Five, if Clemens and Roger wake the fuck up,” another one interjects without taking his eyes off of Hanzo and Lúcio. He hooks a thumb over his shoulder to indicate the two men that are passed out at the bar and still not moving a muscle as they snore away.

“Don’t think that should be a problem,” Lúcio interjects quickly, obviously eager for the fun to begin, hand slowly pulling away from Hanzo’s cock to his utter dismay. “We’re up for anything… young and willing, so to speak.”

The sailors laugh; it sounds a bit gruff but not mean spirited enough to make Hanzo pull back when first Lúcio, then him are being pulled out from their bench so they can be groped by their big rough hands. At this point he is basically trained into responding to men their size… it is honestly embarrassing.

He can hear Lúcio giggling just a few meters away but can’t turn to look at him because another guy is now in his face and kissing him nice and deep and sloppy. He can’t breathe but he’s holding on for dear life and lets his throat get tongue fucked anyway.

He can taste the beer that they’ve been drinking and it excites him even more. How drunk are they? Would they usually love to feel up handsome young men and get their dicks wet in their eager little holes?

His brain is spinning by the time the kiss finally ends, the skin surrounding his mouth feeling tender from beard burn which he is also not unused to by now… not after spending the week on Cassidy’s ranch and playing with his big sturdy body over and over again-

“Yo what the fuck are you guys doing?” a sleepy voice calls over. One of the guys at the bar has finally woken up and is staring at them with bloodshot eyes that he’s squinting against the light in the room.

The five of them have frozen, looking back dumbfounded until he suddenly wipes the back of his hand over his mouth and then points a thick finger at Hanzo.

“Get that slut over here. I need someone to get my beer dick hard. Fuck… had I known there’d be whores in here…” whatever else he says is unintelligible through his slurring and the yawn.

Hanzo stares at him still as he feels a hand on his back, pushing him forward and urging him toward the bar.

He stares at the waiter standing behind it with a bit of shock, suddenly reminded that they are inside an actual, perfectly normal café and not like… a sex dungeon or something alike – but the young man is just grinning at him, flushed an eager red.

Is everybody just a horny bastard? Is that what the world has been all the time with Hanzo none the wiser, sequestered away in Hanamura? Is that why Genji has become the way he is now – basically just a whore that his father is frowning upon at every turn yet indulging him anyway?

Hanzo is pushed forward a bit more and his legs move while his brain is still stuck wondering how he gets into these situations.

Not that he isn’t stupid eager to slide underneath the bar and get on his knees in front of a complete stranger who is so drunk he has trouble getting his pants open enough for his fat, limp cock to slip out of the gaping fly…

Saliva floods his mouth. He’s never got to play with a whiskey dick before. It looks like fun – especially when he doesn’t move fast enough for the sailor’s sake and gets his head grabbed and face pushed into his crotch. Fuck… fuck he’s so hot for treatment like this-

He’s just opened up nice and wide, sucking the limp cock into wet mouth when he hears it: the sound of a door opening and closing. Not the door of the entryway, though – one further back in the café. The… toilets? But Lúcio had said…

The room is suddenly pretty quiet around him but the sailor he’s trying to suck off still has his bearpaw of a hand on the back of his head and forces him to slowly bob back-and-forth.

He can hear light steps slowly coming toward the bar before halting right next to him.

Rolling his eyes like a spooked colt’s, he can see skinny legs in electric pink leggins and some cute, girly sandals.

A woman. A woman has been in the restrooms and Lúcio hadn’t known because he’s only checked the men’s… Hanzo’s heart starts to race. He wants to pull back at first but the hand on his head is hindering from doing so, and really – the girl is so close to him the chance that she might just hear the wet slide of a cock slipping out of his whore mouth is just too high-

So he stays where he is, mouth stuffed with dick and heart thumping in his throat as he listens to the cashier stammering about “It’s a really nice night out today, isn’t it, Miss Song?”

“Hmmm I guess so. Did my date come yet?”

Hanzo can see the legs turning as the girl – Miss Song – turns to probably peer around the café.

The cashier starts to stammer again but she easily interrupts him: “Hmmm doesn’t seem so. I hope he doesn’t think of standing me up… I’ll crush him in the battle tomorrow if he does. But honestly, I could also go for some sailors? They look pretty cute tonight. And that boy looks like he’s having a lot of fun back there.”

Hanzo’s heart stops for a second as he thinks that she is talking about him before he remembers Lúcio.

The sailor he’s servicing shifts a little on his stool and grunts, ripping a little harder on Hanzo’s hair to get him to properly suck his limp beer cock… which he does after clenching his eyes shut desperately, tongue cushioning the underside of the fat cock as he nurses like a foal, suckling awkwardly on a dick way too soft and trying not to smack his lips too loudly around it.

“Y’know, Hana-girl… how ‘bout you just dump that date o’ yours and come play with us? Got a load or two reserved just for a night like this. Big fat catch of whores, who could’ve thought?”

The cock in his mouth starts to grow… as does Hanzo’s desperation. He can hear from the far side of the room Lúcio softly sighing as he presumably gets fucked or maybe fingered in preparation.

The lady turns again, Hanzo can see when he slightly relaxes his tightly clenched eyes again to peek. She is probably watching whatever they are doing to Lúcio. At least she’s not freaking out about it. Maybe stuff like this happens more often than Hanzo thought? Or she’s just used to… all kinds of things.

“Hmmm tempting, but I got a nice young stud lined up, I’m sure he’s super cute when he nuts. That is if he comes here. I’m not waiting all night, got a few contestants queued up for tomorrow.”

Her words get all jumbled up in Hanzo’s brain as he listens to her while trying to suck as quietly as possible on the cock filling more and more of his mouth.

Now that he’s hard enough for it, the sailor starts to rudely move Hanzo’s head so he can skull fuck him without moving his fat ass on the bar stool.

“Hmn. Suit yourself, girly – offer still stands, though. You oughta get a bit more rest and relaxation in, don’t ya think?”

The way this man drawls the word ‘reee-lax-ation’ gets Hanzo shivering for some reason. He thinks of Cole and his big beercan dick and how nice it had felt sucking him off the other night… and he only gets more hot and bothered for it. His thighs tremble slightly, half from being cramped cowering beneath the bar and half because he just wants to lie back and spread them apart so badly. It’s been a while since he last got his hole filled and he really could use a nice hard fuck…

But the presence of a woman nearby kind of… inhibits him. Gets him shy, so to speak. He keeps nervously glancing at her legs and while she does not seem alarmed by the fucking going on around her, he still does not want to be seen by her, sloppily sucking dick like the whore he is more and more turning into.

The sailor pulls harder on his hair, dragging him forward until his nose is buried in the coarse thatch of pubes and his thick cock is squeezing itself down his throat. Tears immediately shoot into Hanzo’s eyes, prickling at their corners while his body simultaneously is very happy with the treatment but also starts to revolt against the sudden lack of air.

He gags, throat clicking loudly and a rush filling his ears that almost has him miss as the lady says: “Yooo go a bit easy on him! You’re choking him to death, buddy!”

The hand suddenly eases up on the back of Hanzo’s head, allowing him to pull back and cough profusely, slippery strings of saliva connecting the angry red cock to his mouth and slipping down his chin. He must look absolutely disgusting and whorish… and it is exactly that moment that the woman – girl… a girl Hanzo’s age, if not younger – suddenly bends down to peer under the table and smile at him. It’s not a nice smile but a conspiratory one; as if they knew each other. Mischievous and knowing as she laughs in his face.

“Would’ve been super awkward if you passed out sucking dick, huh?!”

Hanzo stares at her with his mouth hanging open. The young woman has make-up on and is clearly dressed for a night out but he still thinks that he… knows her from somewhere. He’s seen her; but his horny brain doesn’t really want to put in the effort of finding out where he’s seen her before.

The sailor puts his hand around the back of his neck and urges him closer again, this time more gentle as he pushes the head of his thick cock against Hanzo’s mouth to try and urge him to suck once more.

The girl is laughing like that’s something cute- then suddenly her head snaps up and she straightens her spine, once more only her legs visible to Hanzo who… honestly hasn’t much of a choice but start suckling dick again. What else is he supposed to do?

He can hear the ring of the bell at the door calming down. Before whoever has stepped in can say a word, this ‘Hana’ says: “Oh my god there you are! I hate waiting, you know. Dunno what other girls you’ve been with but I expect to be treated like a lady.”

“A lady hanging around in weird sex cafés?”

That’s Genji. That’s Genji’s goddamn voice and that girl is the gym leader of this place, he suddenly remembers with the same clarity. He feels sobered so fast that he’s almost getting whiplash but the sailor still has his hand around the back of his neck and the thought of his brother noticing him cowering beneath a bar to suck the ruddy beer can dick of a stranger is so horrifying that all he does is hectically move in closer to try and keep the guy nice and quiet.

Will she say something? Will she tell him I’m under here? Hanzo’s heart is racing as he listens to Hana rip into Genji which is… admittedly nice to hear.

“Yooo boyo, you don’t get to talk back at me like that. You want to get your dick wet tonight? Better shut that cheeky li’l mouth of yours because I got a Corviknight taxi booked to take us to the arcade in the next city, but I really don’t have to take you with me anywhere, okay? You’re on thin ice already. Letting me wait. Tsk. I was this close to just dropping you and having fun with these gentlemen here.”

As she talks, the slapping sound on the other side of the café becomes louder and more insistent, Lúcio’s previous sighs morphing into much more desperate moans as he gets serviced good while Hanzo is still trying to not have a heart attack…

Genji doesn’t speak but he can hear him pouting. It is actually hilarious. He hadn’t thought he’d just take a chewing out like that, but Hana’s legs leave and she probably grabs him and leads him out of the café before he can get any the wiser about his older brother being a nasty cockslut a few meters away.

He wonders how a single person can be this unlucky. How is it that he’s managed to make a fool out of himself in front of every single gym leader he’s met so far; making them see just how… slutty he is-

“Hey… you asleep down there? Go on, suck proper an’ I’ll give ya a good breeding afterward. And Adam – go and close the fucking door why don’t cha? And put down the blinds? Jesus Christ.”

Hanzo is urged back to suck cock, which… he does. He just… does. He closes his eyes and suckles on the big, warm dick, this time burying his nose of his own free will in the sailor’s pubes, choking on dick and loving every second of it.

It’s a bit of an… unfortunate turn that while doing so he keeps wondering if his little brother gets serviced by Hana the same just about now – or if she makes him service her, which seems a little more likely after their encounter just now… But goddamn if that doesn’t make him even more eager, just trying to outdo someone who is not even here to begin with.

He might have some… ah… problems.

.oOo.

Hanzo has never really seen the back of a café bar before… but tonight he has gotten an exclusive and comprehensive view of everything that goes around behind it… not that he’s been able to focus on it much after getting laid over it to be fucked again… and again… and again…

Early on he wondered if Cassidy’s cock would feel anything like this; whether he is thicker or longer or whether the curve in his dick would be pronounced enough for him to feel rubbing into the silky sides of his intestines-

but he’s long since stopped wondering about that because he’s just… he can’t think of anything. Not when he is being dicked nice and deep and his legs feel like jelly. He doesn’t think that he’ll be able to stand any time soon but he just can’t get enough of it.

He can’t stop gurgling incoherently trying to beg the sailors for yet another round long after Lúcio has gotten too sore to fuck and has opted to dancing around him with his phone, either taking pictures or videos or whatever…

“Crazy… fucking… bitch-” the man currently fucking him grunts, accentuating each of his words with a rattling thrust that has Hanzo’s hips ramming against the edge of the bar, probably leaving colorful bruises for the next few days. He is holding on for dear life, stomach feeling tight with loads already sloshing around inside and the corners of his mouth aching after sucking off a few cocks…

He can feel the dick twitching as he’s pumped full of yet another load and shudders because he can feel how he wants yet more but knows that the sailors won’t be able to give him another round still. He doesn’t know what time it is. He doesn’t know how many rounds they went with him in the end; all he knows is that they groan when his hole keeps winking at them once the last man is slipping his swollen cock out of him, leaving him a well-fucked, cummy mess.

“Holy… the fuck is wrong with your friend there?!”

“Nothing, as far as I’m concerned. He just got a lot of uh… pent up needs or something?”

“I’m done for…”

“Yeah, I don’t think I can get it up again any time soon.”

Hanzo groans and lets his head hang low. He still wants to go.

He startles when Lúcio puts his hand between his shoulder blades, rubbing in a gentle circle.

“Hey bud. Let’s go too, alright? The waiter wants to close up the café and we got some work to do tomorrow, don’t we? You did amazing, though. Hope you had fun.”

He did. He really did; even despite the fact that once again a gym leader has seen him being a nasty whore. He just wishes it could go on and on and on-

He lets Lúcio help him get himself back together. Going to the Pokémon Center and their backrooms for traveling trainers feels just like a blur.

Surprisingly enough what he dreams about is not the amount of cocks he’s had rearranging his guts and making him see sparks whenever they pushed up all rude and rough against his prostate – and neither is it his encounter with Hana and his little brother.

What he dreams about are his Pokémon winning fight after fight after fight.

He’s actually rarely had such a good night’s rest as that particular night.

Next time: Scouting out the gym, Hanzo has two inevitable encounters. At least his day is sweetened by some intriguing intel about a peculiar, wild Pokémon having found its way into the area and just waiting for a trainer to scoop it up…