1st Drabble of September!

Gabriel/Hanzo - Slut shaming/dirty talk; boot licking; predicament bondage; mild mind break - Blackwatch has Hanzo. They want his power – and they have an enticing offer in return.

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Gabriel slowly makes his rounds, watching Hanzo from every angle. He’s calm now, the trembling of his muscles gone in favor of his belly pumping air as he can’t help but follow gravity, temple gently touching the ground and hook pulled up high into his ass.

“Your family has not been kind to you,” Gabriel comments finally. There’s a big muscle jerking in Hanzo’s thigh when he suddenly speaks, but other than that, the Shimada heir remains silent. His dark, velvety eyes are still alert, watching Gabriel, but they’re also glassy looking. A bit dazed.

Gabriel steps close, making sure his heavy boot comes down mere inches in front of Hanzo’s face, and the bound man, to his amusement, starts squirming, huffing hot and moist into the cloth gag. He doesn’t pull on the restraints keeping his arms back, or his ankles together. He’s already learned well.

“They’ve made you think you are a little prince,” Gabriel finally elaborates. He stares down at the prisoner, aware of the cameras poised in every corner of the featureless room. He has no illusion that his two little proteges are watching; probably palming themselves already. Maybe they are not alone at all.

“In reality you’re just a slut. Mindless.” Hanzo strains to look up at him at that without putting too much strain on the rope connecting his hair and the hook inside his ass. His face is slack. He does not protest it.

Gabriel smirks, eyes warm and knowing.

“We know what you are. We know how to properly treat a sloppy whore. We know how to keep you at bay. Your belly must have been so awfully cold without some loads filling you up, all those years. Trying to please the elders…”

He watches Hanzo’s eyelids go heavy lidded, a deep, drawn out groan being muffled into the gag. Gabriel snorts and bends down, a knife sliding into his hand, easily slicing the fabric.

While he’s squatting down, he grabs the taut rope behind Hanzo and gently tugs on it; pulling the hook deeper into his hole and making him groan like it hurts. It probably does, a bit, but Shimada does not look like he can figure out the difference between pain and pleasure at the moment.

“Do you want us to take care of your loose hole?”

Hanzo nods slow, eyes never leaving Gabriel’s face.

“You know what to do for us in exchange, then? We are very interested in your little pets…”

Another nod, Hanzo’s eyes drifting down, staring at Gabriel’s crotch. Gabriel snorts, giving another sharp tug to the rope to regain Hanzo’s attention. He stares at him a little longer, scrutinizing, then gets back on his feet again.

“Very well. Just one more formality, then…” He taps the steel cap of his boot casually against the ground. Shimada’s attention is immediately on it.

“My boot is awfully dirty…”

Hanzo strains forward slowly, face flushing a blotchy red as he has to work against the feeling of the hook pulling his asshole open while he tries to lap at Gabriel’s boot.

That… had been easy.