CYOA 2 – To The Victor Go The Spoils – Chapter 13: Willing Victim

Previously: Hanzo and Cole have started their lessons in horseback riding. When Cole comes Hanzo too close multiple times, Hanzo decides to turn the tables on him...

Content/Warning: edging; sexual tension; Dom/sub tones; Hanzo trying out being a boss bitch and getting a nice taste of it.

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When Hanzo enters the kitchen, Cole is sitting at the table and precariously rocking on his chair while he fiddles around with his phone.

As he hears the door, he looks up and seems genuinely surprised to see Hanzo, nearly fumbling his phone to the ground as he struggles to get his chair’s legs all to hit the ground.

“You… you came,” he grunts, his tone of voice making it clear that he really hadn’t anticipated Hanzo following along with his hospitable invite.

Hanzo just stares at him, lifting one brow and pointedly pulling out the chair opposite him to slowly sit down.

“You did invite me to stay for a few days… did you not?”

“Well- yes. Of course.” Cole stands up quickly, slipping his phone into the pocket of his dirty jeans as he hurries to give Hanzo his food. Like making him wait would make him change his mind, which… was very good in Hanzo’s opinion. He didn’t mind getting waited on for a change after living out in the wild for so long and then playing maid in Lavaridge Town.

While he watches Cole hurrying to open the oven and get out the promised pizza, he lets out Kikuri to stretch out her legs and explore the new surroundings. She sits there for a moment, looking around to situate herself, then staring at Cole’s dirty get-up with such a disgusted expression that Hanzo has to hide his smirk behind his hand.

“Are you living alone here? You have not told me anything yet.”

“Well, sugar. You haven’t been exactly forthcomin’ either, hm? I always gotta learn about you from different sources…” Cole drawls as he turns around, putting down a large, self-made pizza on the middle of the table. Hanzo can’t say that he’s often had the opportunity to eat something like this… but it does look and smell amazing.

He does not let himself get distracted by it, however, throwing Cole a stare with his eyes narrowed and back stiffening slowly.

“What is that supposed to mean? From whom have you… learned anything?”

Cole clicks his tongue. He grabs the chair just around the corner from where Hanzo is sitting, obviously so he could be closer to him as he sits down in one smooth motion and leans over the corner of the table to look at Hanzo with dark brown eyes that look about equally as docile as Maddox’.

“I’m talkin’ about that brother o’ yours, of course. Don’t look that worried, babydoll. You got a dark and naughty past you don’t want others to know?”

Cole grins at him roguishly with a corner of his mouth, reaching out toward the hand Hanzo has on top of the table… but seeming to think better of it when he sees Hanzo’s dirty stare, so he instead smoothly moves over to grab the pizza cutter he had laid out to cut them slices.

Hanzo narrows his eyes at him. Cole is so close, he can smell him.

“Stop this nonsense. How about you cease worrying about me and my past and instead take care of your hygiene.”

He looks him up and down with disgust, then glances away when he sees Cole’s face breaking just a little.

“Aw babydoll… you’re so harsh to li’l ol’ me. I’ve been nothin’ but nice to ya, wouldn’t ya agree? Would it hurt ya to cut me some slack?” he doesn’t sound like he’s too bothered about Hanzo’s opinion, at least. It seems he can take quite a lot of abuse and still bounce back from it without much problem.

Good to know.

He puts a slice of pizza on Hanzo’s plate but before Hanzo can move to grab it, Cole puts his big paw on his wrist and lightly curls his fingers around it. They feel just as nice and warm as before. Hanzo likes the weight to them and the fact that he can feel the callouses tugging on his skin. It gives him goosebumps.

“I know you can be a sweet li’l critter if ya want,” Cole croons now. He has dipped his voice lower as he leans over the edge of the table, just skirting around Hanzo’s personal space without actually intruding on it. Not yet, at least. His voice is doing things to Hanzo’s body… and from the look on his scruffy face, the bastard knows it.

How many ‘little critters’ has he had in his bed just because he’s got that voice?

…has Hanzo’s brother been one among them?

Hanzo’s back stiffens slightly, heat washing through his body again and hands slowly curling into a fist while he keeps staring right into Cassidy’s face, trying not to let him see just how all of this affects him and makes him feel all conflicted and nervously excited inside.

“Ye’re just a defensive little thing, hm? It’s alright… ya don’t need to be careful around me. Couldn’t hurt a damn fly even if I wanted to.” He pulls on Hanzo’s arm slowly, dragging it just a little closer to his body.

Hanzo relaxes his fist again. He can feel the heat radiating off of Cassidy against the back of his fingers. He can’t believe just how warm this man is. He must be an absolute furnace. Everything around him seems just so… hospitable, even though he is rude and reeks of stable.

Cole leans further in. Hanzo can feel the puffs of his breath hitting the hinge of his jaw and sliding along his neck, renewing the goosebumps that had scattered over his body earlier. He feels sensitive and on edge… though not in a particularly bad way. Not at all.

Still; Hanzo needs to keep his wits about him and as Cole leans in with a crooned ‘why don’t ya let me take good care of ya?’ aiming to press a kiss against the corner of Hanzo’s mouth, he reacts fast, putting his hand in the middle of the bastard’s face and pushing him back gentle but firm.

“I am no child or a mouse in the field. Stop trying to endear yourself to me by calling me a ‘little’ anything, got that? And now let me eat.”

Cole leans back easy enough, dragging a hand over his face and massaging the back of his nose after getting Hanzo’s palm mashed against it.

“Hmn. Noted.” He grabs a slice of pizza himself, his eyes never quite leaving Hanzo as they start eating.

The attention could be a lot more annoying… if Hanzo didn’t like it as much. He quite enjoys having the undivided attention of the current Pokémon League Champion and being wined and dined by him.

It could be a lot worse, at the very least.

“You’re a hard one to get, hm? A lot harder than… others, at the very least. I like that, though. I like a challenge.”

Cassidy grins at him lazy and crooked.

Hanzo throws him a glare, eyes narrowing as he slowly puts down the half-eaten second slice, body slightly turning toward Cassidy. On top of the fridge behind him he can see Kikuri perched like a gargoyle, watching everything with her half-moon shaped eyes that perpetually seem stuck in an expression of disgusted contempt.

“Others? Did you mean to say… my brother?” he asks quietly. It is not lost on him that he keeps stumbling over discarded lovers of his family. Or is he discarded? Roadhog certainly hasn’t been. Maybe Cassidy and Genji also still regularly meet up for their little trysts and to talk and laugh about Hanzo-

“Genji? Hmm… nah. He’s cute an’ all, but he doesn’t quite have your… charme.” Cole says it so easily that part of Hanzo is inclined to immediately believe him.

“My charme,” he replies slowly, leaning a little closer. He can see how Cole’s pupils blow wide immediately with excitement as he seems to see an opening, his body tilting forward and toward Hanzo like a flower toward the sun.

“That’s right. Could pick ya out in a room full o’ people, y’know. You got this certain… mystique.”

Hanzo snorts, turning away again a little, but before he can reply, Cole shuffles a little closer still, desperation radiating off of him in waves. He feels like a puppy that desperately wants to ingratiate itself to its master which… mmmh. Hanzo could get used to that. He really could.

“I know you like to play, Hanzo… but I also know that you’d love nothing more than be an obedient little- uh… that is… an obedient pet just for someone to put you on their knee and let you have a nice, long ride to your heart’s content. You’ve been trained, haven’t you? I bet you know all kinds of neat little tricks to-”

Hanzo’s hand shoots out, grabbing Cole by the front of his shirt to drag him in close, eyes boring into his surprised gaze.

“What exactly do you know? Or think to know in that cobweb filled barn attic you call a head?”

Cole lifts his bushy brows, though he does not fight against the rough treatment… yet. There’s a bit of a calculating look in his gaze as he seems to wonder what exactly he should or shouldn’t say but in the end he shrugs his shoulders and croons: “Ya know, babydoll; I might not be a gym leader, but bein’ the current Champion does have its merits… like bein’ buddy-buddy with most o’ em an’ bein’ kept in the loop about what they do and somesuch…”

He actively leans into Hanzo’s space now, his big paw of a hand creeping onto his thigh. Hanzo already can tell where this is going, his mouth pulling down into a moue of distaste, though he just lets Cole keep talking to see whether he is right anyway.

“An’ while Mako didn’t name any names or somesuch… it’s pretty easy to figure out when he talks about a little beaut with most aggressive, pretty eyes he’d ever seen-”

He falls silent immediately when Hanzo lets go of his shirt in favor of leaning in and putting his hand on Cole’s thigh; up high where his fingertips can press into the warm bulge of his cock. He can feel it twitching against his touch… so damn eager to perform for someone.

“Shut your filthy mouth,” Hanzo croons at him softly, fingers digging harder into his thigh, feeling the strong muscle underneath his palm tensing. “I am not here to be ridiculed by a filthy mongrel who has been trying nothing but getting a leg up on me since I came here. If you think you can bully me into putting out for you simply because you have managed to stumble your way onto some information that has never been meant for the likes of you, you got another thing coming.”

Cole’s mouth opens, eyes going wide in surprise. He looks… honestly upset by that, giving Hanzo a bit of pause in the wave of anger that is about to clash over him. He narrows his eyes and while Cole stutters to get out some apology or other, he thinks that he might have been a bit too harsh on him.

While it would not be out of the question for his brother or his father – or Hanzo himself, of course – to use such information for some leverage and blackmail, he does not feel like Cole quite meant it like that.

He’s too stupid for it. He only thinks with his dick.

His big, warm dick that keeps twitching against Hanzo’s fingers despite everything. This horny idiot…

“Shut up. I don’t want to hear your stuttered excuses and apologies,” he cuts through Cole’s stammering, pleased when he does fall quiet, mouth shutting with a succinct little click of his teeth.

“I tell you how this will go from now on so you will spare us both the pain of having to witness you putting your foot in your mouth over and over again.” He’s lowered his voice into a purr, trying to pretend like his heart isn’t pounding a mile a minute.

He’s stood up to Mako Rutledge. He can take an unwashed, rude cowboy any day of the week.

“You will stay in your lane and think about how you can spoil me. And maybe… just maybe…” he stops digging his fingers into Cole’s thigh and instead moves his hand over his crotch, palming the warm, thick bulge of his cock and feeling around for the zipper hidden beneath the ostentatious belt buckle. “And maybe I will be nice to you in return,” he rasps.

Cole has gone completely still now, his head tilted back slightly. He looks like an animal waiting to be put in its place by a more dominant pack mate which… is good. Very good.

Hanzo exhales softly, feeling surprised by the sudden rush of endorphines moving through his body and getting him excited. He slowly pulls the zipper down further while he reaches up for Cassidy’s chin, gripping it between his fingers and pulling him down toward him. He’s close enough to feel the little warm gusts of his breath fanning against his cheek, exciting him even more. He’s never been this in charge. And he loves it.

“You will pay attention and not speak of anything that you have no knowledge of, yes? I understand now that everybody in associated with the Pokémon league is obviously incapable of keeping their mouth shut about private matters… So I will only tell you once, that if I ever hear that you spoke about my… relationship… to Mr Rutledge to anybody else-” he breathes a faint kiss against Cassidy’s mouth, feeling his rough lips wanting to eagerly open. He pulls back before he can do anything of the sort. “-I will castrate you. Understand?”

He curls his hand around the big, warm shaft he can feel underneath Cole’s underwear… firm and twitching and feeling so good already-

Cole groans as if he’s in pain, his eyes closing. He needs a moment to gather himself enough to speak… and Hanzo lets him have that, waiting, fingers slowly sliding up and down the shaft and debating whether he should let them sneak in between the buttons and get a feel of his silky skin…

But no. He needs to be strict. Not only with this mutt, but also with himself.

“Yes… y-yes, I understand, babydoll…”

“Hmm… very good. So now. Please continue your meal. You can then walk me to my room and leave me to rest.”

He pulls out of Cole’s immediate space but keeps his hand right where it is, stroking his twitching, eager cock and trying to feel just how fat and heavy the shaft is…

Cole’s face spasms… but he does not complain. Like a good boy, he turns to start eating, though the motion of his jaw looks purely mechanical as drops of sweat appear along his brow, obviously focused on… somewhere else.

Hanzo pretends like nothing is happening as well as he continues his meal, feeling rather pleased with the proceedings.

.oOo.

When Hanzo can’t find his willing victim anywhere inside the house or in the outside premises the next day, he makes his way over toward the stables. Somewhere behind him, Kikuri is slinking along the shadow along the wall of the house, not letting him out of her sight for long.

Despite being the least affectionate of his Pokémon she seems strangely attached to him… or maybe she is just curious about what he will get up to after last night’s proceedings in the kitchen.

Ponyta is already out on the fields, his blue fire a stark contrast against the juicy green fields and the Skiddo and Gogoat he is playing with. He had left him in the stables yesterday to make friends with the Mudsdale, so he supposes Cole must truly be in there.

He’s never seen himself as a predator of any kind… so it feels good to be the one on top for once. The one that has all the strings in hand. He could really get used to it… Maybe it is this feeling that has made Genji into what he is today. It truly can get addictive.

As he figured, Cole is in the stable, currently cleaning Mudsdale’s stall. Hanzo quietly steps in and moves to the side so he wouldn’t be immediately visible as he watches him move about.

He can’t deny that there is something… sensual about the way he moves. It’s still rather early in the day and the sun hasn’t had time to properly warm up the place but whenever Cole pauses, he drags the back of his hand over his forehead, wiping away the sweat that has gathered there… and making Hanzo’s belly go nice and tight with anticipation for some reason.

He doubts the disgusting oaf even took the time to shower today… he can almost smell him from his hiding place.

Hanzo licks his lips and steps forward without much thought. It is a pure animal reaction to the whole scenario and he can’t… well he can’t be mad about it. It’s so new to him to just follow along with whatever he pleases that it makes him excited to just try it out. Just be a degenerate for one glorious day.

“Cole,” he says softly, watching how the man’s back stiffens mid-motion as he freezes. “I thought we were going to continue my lessons today. And instead I have to go hunt you down… it is almost as if you are trying to avoid me.”

Hanzo puts his chin on his hands, watching as Cole slowly stands up and turns around to him, throwing him a smile that looks a bit haggard.

“Avoid ya? Wouldn’t dream of it, babydoll,” he drawls, dark eyes not quite meeting Hanzo’s gaze. “Been just busy takin’ care of the farm, is all…”

Hanzo hums, unimpressed with that explanation, and slowly lets his gaze slide down Cole’s body until it pauses at the obvious bulge between his thighs. His mouth curls into a grin which he hides behind his arm.

“Ah… I see…”

Cole pulls a bit of a face, hands curling tighter around the pitchfork he’s been using.

“Are you telling me that you’re already putting in the breaks because of a little bit of play? You don’t have any patience at all, do you?” Hanzo points out with amusement.

Cole’s back stiffens again with sudden indignation. He shakes his head hard enough to almost dislodge the ridiculous, filthy hat that he likes to wear everywhere.

“No, no, not at all! It’s just… been a while that I tried any…” he falters and Hanzo, hand already slowly opening the door to Mudsdale’s stall croons: “Edge play?”

Hanzo steps inside, only briefly looking toward the huge Pokémon that stands there all docile, not caring about the two humans in the least as it keeps eating its breakfast.

“At least you have not broken my rules, have you? Or are you just this excited about it?” He steps toward Cole who is clutching the pitchfork like it is his lifeline as he keeps staring at Hanzo, pinned to the spot by his gaze… and the hand that he palms that warm, big bulge of his with. “Well? Have you been a good boy? Or did you pump out that big… nasty… load of yours without permission?”

Cole looks like he is ready to die, his eyes closing and head tilting back as he inhales deeply, visibly calming himself. His cock feels so distractingly warm and hard against Hanzo’s palm even through the thick fabric of his jeans…

“Damn, babydoll… I didn’t know you were such a kinky li’l critter,” he rasps, obviously forgetting Hanzo’s demand from the night before. That is alright… big dumb dogs like him need to be taught again and again until a lesson sticks. Hanzo is not above putting in the time and effort to do so. He suspects the payoff might be rather nice. “Why you gotta be so mean, though? I can treat you so well if you would just let me…”

“I don’t think I asked you that, though,” Hanzo croons back, fingers curling a bit tighter around the bulge. “I think I asked you whether you’ve followed the rules or not. That’s not a difficult question, is it? It’s a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ situation so I can determine whether it is even worth playing with you… or not.”

“D-Damn-” Cole closes his eyes and presses his forehead against the wooden handle of the pitchfork that he’s still clutching and using as some kind of crutch to stay upright while Hanzo fondles him all mean and without any pity.

Hanzo’s heart is pounding a mile a minute. He’s never done this… but he could absolutely get addicted. He can feel it in his bones.

“Yes… that is no, that is-” Cole grunts in frustration, his forehead wrinkling as he seems to become agitated with what is happening for the first time. “No. I didn’t… jerk off. I wanted to. This morning in the bathroom but… I didn’t. Okay?”

Hanzo’s mouth opens slightly. He is fascinated… stunned, almost. He glances toward Mudsdale again but the huge Pokémon keeps ignoring them.

Right there in the stall, Hanzo squats down in front of Cole, his fingers trembling as they search for the opening in his jeans.

Cole groans like he’s a man in a desert that is finally given a sip of cool, refreshing water.

“There ya go… just… just wanted to feel in charge, did ya? Fuck… that was quite the game you played with me, babydoll. Come on… open up nice and wide, huh? Waitin’ was all worth it…” Cole croons, one of his slightly trembling hands put on Hanzo’s head, nervously carding his fingers through his hair.

Hanzo can’t help his own groan as he finally slips Cole’s cock out of his fly and sees it. It nearly hits him on the nose when it suddenly leaps out from his fumbling fingers and bounces in the air like a wagging tail. Big and burly like its master; fat veins swollen along the shaft and the crown a dark, wet red…

He slowly curls his fingers around the base. He can smell it, even; the thick musk has his mouth watering, his belly twisting up into a tight not of anticipation.

God, what a beautiful specimen of a cock… and all his to play with.

He can feel Cole trying to coax him closer, to make him take that big ruddy thing into his mouth  and suckle on it – but Hanzo resists the pull easily. Instead he slowly slides his fingers along the length; up… and down… up… and down, taking care to squeeze his fingers tighter and pull back on his foreskin until is glans is right there and completely exposed.

Cole groans above him, his hips tilting forward, trying to fuck Hanzo’s hand as he keeps ignoring the big brute’s insistense to try and make him suck his dick.

He obviously hasn’t learned yet how this game is going to be played… but Hanzo doesn’t mind. He can show him for as long as he is going to stay at the little ranch. He can make sure that by the time he goes, he will have had all the fun he could possibly squeeze out of Cole Cassidy, current Champion of the Pokémon League.

Hanzo lets go of him suddenly, Cole’s cock drooping under its own weight, a long line of sticky pre slowly starting to drip to the floor of the stall while Cole exhales through his nose like a dragon. He’s not quite whining… but he will soon be. Hanzo will make sure of that.

He reaches up and grabs a hold of Cole’s wrist, pulling his hand off of his head while leaning back and looking up at him. Cole stares back, his eyes wide. He looks dumbfounded; like he can’t believe Hanzo would just let go of him when he just started to give him some sugar.

“I see you have not understood how this game is going to go,” Hanzo says calmly, ignoring his own need pooling in his belly like magma. “You do not get to decide how these encounters are going to go. All you are good for is to offer me that nasty dick you have and let me play with it. No touching. No demanding. Either you let me do whatever I want to do… or we are not playing at all.”

He slowly licks his lips. He does it without any thought but he can see Cole’s gaze being stuck to the drag of his tongue, pink and wet over his lips. He does make a soft sound then; low and pained and out of breath.

“That ain’t… that ain’t fair, don’t you think?” he tries fruitlessly. He does move his hips slightly, pushing them toward Hanzo’s face as if offering his cock up like some kind of gift. It’s scent is so thick that Hanzo has to swallow so he wouldn’t start drooling. The foreskin is bunching behind the thick ridge of its crown, just waiting for his mean fingers to pinch and pull on it.

“What I think isn’t fair is the fact that a lot of people keep trying to push and pull me around and fuck me over. What I think is fair is me having some fun for myself for once… and either you can be a good boy and be a part of it-” he reaches into Cole’s jeans once more, palming his large sac and gently pulling it out into the open as well, “-or you can not. I’m not forcing you, you know. You can play along and let me play with your stinking, big dick, or you can go and jerk it off into the toilet just like you wanted to do earlier.

You’ve been so close to doing it, weren’t you? I wasn’t there to keep you from it and still…  you didn’t do it. Because you want this. You want to be a good boy. You want me to bully you around and teach you some manners. You’re desperate for someone to tell you what a nasty, stinking oaf you are and that you can’t just do whatever you please.”

He leans in, eyes closing as he all but huffs Cassidy’s large balls. They are so hot in his palm… moving whenever he says something that hits particularly well home and gets Cassidy’s blood pumping good. They feel so swollen and full with cum that he wonders whether he could get him to ejaculate early like a nasty little boy. He would probably be so humiliated by it…

When Cole doesn’t reply for the longest time, Hanzo pulls back again. He feels lightheaded from the musk he’s been inhaling, still trying not to let his tongue flop out and just suck one fat nut into his mouth.

“Well? What’s your answer?”

Cole is staring down at him, one hand clapped over his mouth. He can see the wheels turning in his head while his cock keeps flexing in Hanzo’s loose grip, pointing at his mouth where it so desperately wants to be in. It’s so big and warm… He can’t deny that he wants to play with the thing something bad, but now that he’s tasted a bit of this power, he doesn’t immediately want to give it up again in favor of getting used like a cumdump.

“Yeah. Yeah, I… want to play along.” Cole’s deep voice is so rough, it feels like it is scraping directly along Hanzo’s nerves. His own cock keeps twitching, desperate to get out of the tight confines of his clothes. He doesn’t want to do that yet, though… he feels like Cassidy would derive way too much pleasure from seeing his body.

He can’t do that. Not now that he’s got him right where he wants him.

Hanzo lets go of his junk and instead grabs him by the hips, roughly pushing him back until Cassidy’s ass hits the wall of Mudsdale’s stall.

“Good. I’ll tell you what’ll happen now,” Hanzo croons. He is close enough that his lips keep brushing against the tip of Cole’s cock, a sticky little strand sticking to them, the salty taste almost distracting him from completing his thought.

Why did this nasty, filthy… farmhand get him so desperately hot? Why was it that he couldn’t wait for the moment that he’s teased the both of them so much that they would just loose their mind and fuck like animals?

It’s incomprehensible to him. Which makes all of this even better.

“I will play with you… until you are right before shooting that disgusting, big load of yours. You’ll tell me before you come.” He lets his tongue flutter out and over Cole’s glans to keep him nice and entertained while he talks and prevent his brain from thinking too much about the rules that he is putting in place.

“I will pull back and you will be a good boy that puts his disgusting breeder cock back into his filthy pants so we can go and do another training session.” He pulls back and smiles thinly up at Cassidy who looks like he is about to go cross-eyed. “Alright?”

Cole closes his eyes slowly, his chest heaving, cock flexing in front of Hanzo’s nose. It is flushed so dark that it looks honestly painful. He’s surprised that he hasn’t come already…

“Sounds… sounds good,” Cole finally edges out through his grit teeth. His big hands are flexing at his sides. He’s put the pitchfork down into the corner next to him once Hanzo had put him against the wall, leaving him to scrabble so he wouldn’t grab a hold of Hanzo and brutally skull fuck him.

The thought makes Hanzo pause for just a moment… then he tucks it away at the back of his mind.

Interesting… but not what he wants right now.

What he wants is for Cole to watch him as he leans in and slowly presses an open-mouthed kiss against the tip of his cock. Behind them, Mudsdale is shifting a little, the sounds of the huge Pokémon scavenging slowly through the hay are strangely calming… especially combined with the warm smell of stable around them. It makes Hanzo maybe a bit less mean as he slowly pushes his mouth over Cole’s dick instead of teasing him with the edge of his teeth.

He looks up at him and locks eyes, slowly hollowing out his cheeks and sucking the pre-cum from his feverhot cock. He can feel it pulsing between his lips… it feels so… so strong. Like Hanzo could sit himself on it and be held up by nothing but Cassidy’s ruddy beercan cock. It’s a silly thought, of course… but it makes him squirm nonetheless, hole clenching down tight, the need to get speared open nice and wide suddenly so strong that he has to break eye contact and just focus on sucking and bobbing his head.

He’s pretty sure that Cassidy must have had better blowjobs before, but with how desperate he already is he does not seem to mind too much. He groans like a man dying and presses his palms against the stable wall so he won’t grab for Hanzo again and just hold him still while he uses his holes like they’re no-doubt intended to be used in his overheated head right now.

Hanzo can’t believe how much he enjoys the power he is having over him… how good it is to grab his heavy sac and gently massage his balls, knowing full-well that they won’t get to shoot their hot, churning load no matter how much Cassidy whines and whimpers like a puppy.

All too soon he suddenly rasps out: “C-Coming! Coming! Fuck-”

Hanzo pulls back immediately. Cole scrabbles to reach for his cock, the line of wetness reaching to about half-way on his shaft; Hanzo hadn’t been able to play with more before he could feel the tell-tale twitch in his full sac.

As he watches, Cole clamps his fingers around the base of his cock to keep from shooting his load then and there. The expression on his face is pained… but he does what he’s been told to do earlier.

So he can follow orders after all…

Hanzo has to force himself to stand up so he wouldn’t keep sucking dick until it exploded warm and salty down his throat. It occurs to him slowly just what he’s forcing himself to do as well. This is not just Cole suffering… it is also him.

They stare at each other, faces covered with a sheen of sweat, panting and a bit distraught.

“I will… go and fetch Ponyta,” Hanzo finally rasps, gesturing toward Cole’s desperately flexing dick. “You get this under control… and… meet me outside.”

“S-Sure thing, sugar,” Cole responds with a wheeze in his voice.

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