2nd Drabble of April 2019

They’re all supposed to be running tracks, as per doctor’s orders, but Hanzo has other things in mind.

He’s stolen himself away between the trees, cock tenting his tracksuit pants in humiliating eagerness. He’s thought about it, briefly: of just keeping on running and letting the others witness his shame; have them maybe point fingers at him and snicker…

But the sight of his own tits bouncing had transfixed him enough to get off the track after all. His ears are burning a hot red. He’s hidden himself behind a trees, but only barely. Part of him wants to get caught. Have someone notice him with his shirt clenched beneath his armpits, tits out and dick straining his tracksuit bottoms.

He wants to see their faces twist into intrigue or disgust. He’d even take Lena laughing at him, now. It is humiliating and dishonorable, but… well.

Hanzo can hear footsteps, slowly followed by the soft panting of one of the runners. He peers out behind his hiding place, one hand cupping one of his tits, pinching his nipple between thumb and forefinger, the other rubbing against his dick through his pants. It’s already feeling damp. He hopes there’s a wet spot forming on the fabric.

Just a few moments afterwards, the good doctor herself comes into view. Her hair is bound up, face a lovely shade of pink as she jogs along the track. Hanzo feels the usual stab of guilt at her sight; the fact that she is the one that has stitched Genji back together, never far from his mind.

Still, his usual guilt mixes with something much more insidious and disgusting when he lets his eyes trail down, staring at her tits bouncing beneath her shirt, and the wide curve of her hips.

He thinks about pulling his pants down; tugging them beneath his balls. Getting himself completely exposed in the forest where just about anybody of his team mates could stumble across him.

He wonders just how deliciously humiliating it would be to let the savior of his brother see him now; debasing himself. Behaving like a cheap whore having his tits out and groping himself in public.

She already hates him, he knows from the disgusted looks she routinely throws his way.

He wonders just how disgusted she can become.

Before he can make a decision one way or another, Dr. Ziegler’s eyes suddenly flick over towards him. She stares directly at his wide, slightly shocked eyes, then down across his body: at the hand feeling himself up. The one rubbing against his clothed cock.

And then she’s past him; no hitch in her step, no slowing down. She jogs along like nothing has happened, but Hanzo knows – knows – she has seen him.

His orgasm hits him hard, soiling the insides of his tracksuit pants while his heart is pounding almost nauseatingly fast in his chest.

He’s never been actually caught when he’s slipped away. He always thinks about it; fantasizes of people seeing him – of him showing himself to others.

Actually having been caught… it is… humiliating. Exhilarating. He doesn’t think he can go back after this.

He wonders what Dr. Ziegler is thinking of him now.