Patreon Comp – Fic #11 – McCree/Hanzo – descriptive anal gape; toys; nipple clamps; dirty talk; fucked stupid – Don't Play Games

Jesse takes a puff from his cigar, narrows his eyes, then pulls his feet from the small table he’s propped them on. When his heels hit the ground with succinct little clicks from his spurs, he commands: “Stop.”

Hanzo does so, but only reluctantly so. He is groaning long and rough into the bedding, fingers carefully flexing when he finally takes his hand away from the toy he’s been fucking himself with with increasing desperation.

As his insides move, clenching and working around the fat glass cock he has stuffed himself with, it wiggles pathetically.

Jesse hums, arm reaching over without looking to ash the cigar in the general direction of the ashtray. His eyes are glued to the toy lodged still half-way up Hanzo’s body. His rim is visible around it as a lewd, swollen pout.

He’s been fucking himself for Jesse’s viewing pleasure for… a long while. They have all weekend to do their little games, and Jesse has started early, waking a sleeping Hanzo up with one of their slimmer toys as he’s pushed Hanzo’s leg up and his cheek to the side without a care in the world.

It is not like Hanzo has any autonomy over his own body anymore, after all. He belongs to Jesse – his hole belongs to Jesse…

And if Jesse wants to see him stuffed first thing in the morning, his tender muscle already spread on a toy he himself chose, than that was his decision alone.

Hanzo had grunted on waking, confused and a bit alarmed maybe, but ultimately letting Jesse have the reign.

By now they have switched to a bigger toy, of course. Hanzo is a slut – a downright whore – and Jesse has early on realized just how much he needs to have his guts stretched in order to be content and not act like a little spoiled bitch.

The thing he has lodged up his intestines now is not nearly the girth or length he usually prefers, but he will play with it until Jesse tells him otherwise. In Jesse’s shirt pocket, their contract is feeling like it is burning against his heart.

All those words in Hanzo’s pretty, spiky handwriting that sign his body and mental wellbeing off to Jesse. He touches it with two fingers; a casual, unremarkable gesture that has become somewhat of a tic to him.

“Lift your ass higher. I want to be able to look into you,” he finally instructs. Hanzo is breathing heavily but does not argue it. He carefully inches his knees a little farther together to lift his hips higher, back arching downward.

The glass toy slides out of him a little farther, the see-through shaft wet with lube, and Hanzo whimpers in someone like fear as it threatens to slide out. Jesse does not have to remind him to clench down and make sure that it doesn’t fall to the bed.

He wants all of this, after all. He wants Jesse to decide for him what to do; to degrade him and step on him – preferably literally – and to, yes, make sure his hole is trained into a soft, receptive gape that will allow Jesse to fuck him at the drop of a hat; just have Hanzo bend over and pull down his pants to be ready to take McCree’s fat dick.

Admittedly, Jesse is a little overzealous with the goal he has in mind for Hanzo’s hole, but… well. Hanzo is property.

As Jesse watches, Hanzo loses the fight with gravity, and the tip of the glass dildo slips out of him with a wet sound. For a moment longer, his hole is gaping open; showing off his dark insides, then it clenches shut.

Hanzo whines pathetically like a dog. He knows he fucked up. Jesse clicks his tongue and finally stands, fingers falling away from his shirt pocket as he reaches for one of the other toys that are laid out at the edge of the bed.

“Seems like you’re too loose for regular toys nowadays,” he comments idly because he knows that a calm sort of disapproval – disappointment – will fuck with Hanzo more than anything else. “‘M not really surprised. You’ve always been a sloppy kind of lay. No wonder you haven’t had many dicks before me. Makes you less used, I suppose. Not that I’d be able to feel that with that loose hole you have, but… well.”

Hanzo watches him with dark, wet eyes over his shoulder. He has not moved a muscle, waiting for Jesse’s command, but Jesse can see goosebumps along his arms as he gets excited from his Doms words.

He fights down a smirk and finally offers him the new, way fatter toy.

“Sit up. You need to work for this one, slut.”

.o.

Hanzo has had troubles sitting himself down on the fake cock, but Jesse – kind as he is – helped out distracting him with sharp licks of his belt against nipples that are still puffy and kind of raw looking from the last time Jesse played with them.

He’s been crying out raw and on the verge of tears with every painful slap, but now that has dwindled down into a pathetic kind of mewling while fat tears drip from the corners of his neatly trimmed beard.

His pecs are red and swollen, nipples sitting on them fat and puffy and ruined. When Jesse reaches for the nearest one, Hanzo shies away with an inarticulate animal cry. Jesse glances up at him sharply, sees the blank, dumb look in his eyes, and becomes a little gentler.

“Hush. ‘M not gonna hurt ya.” It’s a lie, of course, but he pets over Hanzo’s hair with the other hand, and it calms him down enough to let Jesse reach for his tits once more, squeezing the creamy soft areola between two fingers until Hanzo starts crying again; big, ugly sobs wrecking him as he fucks himself mindlessly on the fat cock that is shaped like a bulbous kind of dragon dick.

It is like his legs have not gotten the memo that the rest of him is hurting; they keep pumping away, fucking him on the massive cock until Jesse can see Hanzo’s belly bulging with it.

“There you go… there’s a good whore,” he murmurs, pulling on the nipple, then giving it one last parting slap that has Hanzo look at him with such big, forlorn eyes that he can’t help but coo at him, framing his face and pressing kisses against his hot, wet cheeks.

“Come. Daddy wants a go at your ruined hole, now. I’m good to you, aren’t I? Still giving you cock despite how sloppy your body is?”

Hanzo is just nodding along. Jesse does not think he can even process at the moment what is being said to him, but he looks happy and thankful even so, moving like a docile kitten as Jesse starts pulling him off the huge cock.

His hole, when he gets into position, arching his ass up, really is a ruin this time. It is gaping and butter soft, barely reacting when he easily hooks a few fingers in and pulls against the rim.

Jesse can’t deny the sick power rush it gives him to see Hanzo like this; fucked stupid and gone so very quiet; just letting Jesse ruin his body and loving every second of it.

“Damn,” Jesse murmurs, rough and deep. He does not need to lube his cock up; he slaps it against the swollen, puffy rim that is gaping so lewdly, listening to the wet, kind of… dull smacking sounds, then simply pushes in. There is no resistance; no sweet ache. No feeling of having finally breached a clenching, tight muscle. It’s just nice and warm with a vague pressure that gets him even more going than fucking a little trembling virgin would.

“Can you even feel this?” he murmurs as he leans deep over Hanzo’s back, hips pumping as he fucks the loose ruin of his hole. Jesse is not small by any means but after Hanzo molded his insides after the huge dragon cock even he has trouble finding anything to get off on other than the warmth he’s fucking into. “Answer me. Can you even feel my fucking dick?”

Hanzo is in no position to answer anything. His eyes are open but he does not look like he’s even there anymore. He is drooling.

Jesse somehow squeezes one hand beneath him and pinches meanly at his tits. Hanzo makes a long, wheezing sound but mostly stays put. He’s as unresponsive as the hole Jesse is fucking into.

He makes a sound of disgust – fake, obviously – and hooks two fingers into Hanzo’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Playing with it.

“I could punch fuck your guts and you wouldn’t feel it,” he tells Hanzo low, menacing. He is excited but not enough to get off on this. He’ll be able to fuck him for a long while before he’ll pull out and jerk off on the sloppy mess of Hanzo’s hole. Or maybe on the side of his face, smear it into his hair and beard while Hanzo stares at him, vacant and fucked stupid.

“You’d love it if I shoved my fist into you, wouldn’t you?” he murmurs, hips slapping against Hanzo’s ass. Hanzo just drools happily. He’s come twice already and will probably do so once more before Jesse is done; an afterthought more than anything else.

“Yeah. Yeah you would. Goddamn slut.”