what else could he say?

lalalalala

[cyberrat]

43rd Batch Of Fics: 2nd Fill

Shimadacest – cont B43F1 – (Part 2/3) Zoom verse; exhibitionism; voyeurism; control kink – It is finally time.

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Hanzo is filled with cock, his stomach feeling like it is sloshing with cum – but all he can think about is Genji, kneeling across from him, naked and glorious and flushed down his front right to his desperately hard cock.

The shaft looks wet with pre-cum that has been dribbling from the tip, teased out by their father’s clever, cruel fingers. As Hanzo stares at it, Sojiro’s hand appears again, sneaking around Genji’s hip, dragging fingertips along his son’s sleek, flushed cock.

For once, is not the one out front and center, guiding every step with the hand of a virtuoso – but he is in the background, pulling the strings all the same. Hanzo can feel his gaze burning into him like a dragon’s flame, eyes glittering and dark over Genji’s shoulder.

If Genji leans forward to touch Hanzo’s skin slick with sweat, it is only because Sojiro allows him to do so, loosening the tautness of Genji’s leash to allow him to kiss Hanzo yet again.

It is better like this; right side up, mouth able to just fall open and accept the push of Genji’s tongue inside… Genji’s hand around his throat; not choking but definitely holding tight enough to feel every tremble of Hanzo’s Adam’s apple.

When he ends the kiss, he stays close, their lips brushing and breaths mingling. Hanzo feels like he is vibrating, sounds coming to his ears dulled as if he is under water. He is getting fucked, yes, but he barely registers it. His body is primed for it, yet not. He is ready to get filled over and over again – but by his brother. By Genji who he has been lusting for for… way too long. His whole being strains for him…

“Are you sated… brother?” Genji whispers into Hanzo’s mouth. It is just his hand around his throat that keeps him upright at this point. The guards are nothing but playthings that Hanzo has lost interest in the second Genji has started to undress. They had started as a means to an end but have now become negligible.

Their father’s voice is whispering from outside the bubble that has descended around Hanzo. Genji’s eyes flash. A hand strokes over one of Hanzo’s plump nipples, pinching the pudgy areola.

“Are you sated?” he repeats more insistent now, his tongue lapping over Hanzo’s mouth as a dog would.

Is he sated? Is he? He feels bloated with cum, his hole inflamed and swollen, insides gone numb from cock after cock that he had taken tonight – all on Genji’s orders. Yet…

Yet.

Hanzo shakes his head. He strains forward, trying to catch another kiss, but the hand around his throat is unrelenting. As unrelenting as the collar around Genji’s own neck.

“Good.”

Genji pulls back abruptly. Hanzo feels like his world is about to crumble down; falling in on itself, the gentle warmth that had settled over him suddenly turning noticeably colder – until Genji’s gaze flicks up to the guard behind Hanzo.

“Leave him be. I will take over now.”

Hanzo’s heart skips a beat, the warmth flooding back into him with a vengeance. He feels like he is going to overheat; his heart is going to burst; he will come before Genji even puts a finger on him-

A hand grabs the back of his neck, tight and unrelenting, forcing Hanzo’s head to turn and finally look away from his brother.

It is Sojiro, standing over the both of them, that same demonic grin still on his face.

“Good boys. You deserve it. Go on… play to your heart’s content.”

.o.

Genji’s leash is dangling loose over his shoulder. Hanzo grabs it and curls it around his own hand a few times, using it as a point to hold on to while he struggles to pull Genji closer with clumsy eagerness. His cock feels overstuffed, lying on his belly, blood hot and pulsing. He’s been held on the edge of orgasm for so long that he feels like he is about to go mad with it all.

Genji doesn’t look any better. For once he is not having that infuriating, loose grin on his face. He looks… troubled almost, brows pulled together, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead as he stares down between their bodies. Hectic dots of color appear on his cheeks. He reaches down and lightly brushes his fingertips over Hanzo’s testicles, then beneath them; feeling their heft and warmth.

“I can’t believe this…” His thumb slides against the warm space where Hanzo’s balls meet his cock. “I feel like I’m in a dream or something…”

Hanzo’s breath hitches, his skin painfully sensitive to his brother’s touch. He curls his hand with the leash, pulling him closer. There are people standing around them, watching on – but he only has eyes for Genji.

“Do it.” He can barely keep a growl out of his voice. It’s been so damn long… so many years… he can’t bare to wait even a second longer for his little brother’s attention. Genji has always been just out of reach; dancing at the edge of his awareness. He’s been going out, bestowing others with his presence when Hanzo has been confined to the estate, learning at their father’s hand and always… always only wanting to…

Genji crawls over him. He lets go of Hanzo’s testicles in favor of touching his hole. He’s so close, Hanzo can see how his pupils blow wide when he feels the wet, butter soft rim of his older brother’s cunt against his fingertips.

“Fuck… it’s hot-” Genji’s brows twitch again. He stares into Hanzo’s face as he reaches deeper still, nervously rounding the soft gape of Hanzo’s ass before slowly slipping him two fingers. They go in easily, of course. Hanzo has trained just for this moment; he’s been a good boy. A good slut. A good heir, just so he can spread his legs and offer his used-up cunt up to his little brother and not make a peep of protest when he’s getting felt up by him.

To the contrary… His cock pulses again. He is so hard that he feels almost nauseous with the need, his thighs trembling as he lets them slide apart even farther.

“Genji,” he croaks and jerks on the leash to have his undivided attention snap back to his face. “Do it now.”

Genji nods. He hooks his arms under Hanzo’s knees and lifts him a little to have him at the perfect position. Over his shoulder, Sojiro is hovering dark and foreboding, his dark eyes smoldering as he watches on.

Genji puts his cock against the butter soft hole, then starts to slowly push his way inside. Hanzo curls his hand into the leash until it creaks with the strain, his eyes rolling up into his head. He’s not sure what he’s doing with his other hand – it could be digging bloody trenches into Genji’s shoulder, or trying to rip the hair out of his head; both seems equally possible as he is finally, finally, finally filled with the one thing he’s wanted the most.

The one thing father has always teased him with, whispering in his ear, taunting as he held the possibility of Genji just out of Hanzo’s desperately grasping reach…

And finally it is here.

[cyberrat]

43rd Batch Of Fics: 3rd Fill

Shimadacest – cont B43F2 – (Part 3/3) zoom verse; exhibitionism/voyeurism; Hanzo POV; control kink – Their first time ends with a bang.

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Genji pushes into him without a hitch. Of course. Hanzo barely has any reign over his own muscles anymore; he is warm and fucked out and loopy on the fact that he hasn’t been able to come for the whole time.

Now with Genji right there, finally slotting into him and making him feel whole, he feels like a bit of his vitality is returning to his limbs. He curls them around Genji, pulling him down against him and holding on to his little brother like an octopus.

Genji is hot against him, his skin slick with sweat. Or is it Hanzo that is sweating? He can’t tell anymore. The lines between their bodies seem to merge into each other. It becomes difficult for Hanzo to tell what belongs to him and what belongs to Genji.

His little brother’s cock isn’t something extraordinary… except that it is. He can feel him sliding into his guts, rubbing up against his overworked prostate and setting all his nerve endings on fire. Hanzo is hyperfocusing on the feeling inside him; of the cock slowly but surely falling into a rhythm that is pushing the air from his lungs and makes it hard to grasp the concept of simple words.

There is a hand in his hair. For a few delirious moments he thinks that it is Genji, petting him to tell him how exceptionally good he is doing (Hanzo knows that, but he always enjoys hearing it anyway).

It is not Genji’s voice that croons at him, though – it is Sojiro’s.

“Well? Is it satisfactory, my son? Is it everything you have imagined it to be?”

Hanzo opens his eyes, his legs curl around Genji’s hips just a little tighter. For a moment he fears that if he answers anything but ‘yes’, Sojiro will grab Genji by the back of his collar and pull him off of Hanzo, which is… ludicrous, of course. Hanzo always gets what he wants. Always.

“Y-Yes,” he stutters out, voice unsteady from Genji having found his stride and now fucking him like a man possessed. His sleek young man hips are pumping relentlessly, drilling his cock into Hanzo and slapping his bally against his ass with wet smacks that feel as if they bounce around Hanzo’s head.

Sojiro’s face slides in and out of view, his expression unreadable. That demonic grin that had been constant earlier is nowhere to be seen now, his dark, scrutinizing eyes dangerously sharp and intelligent. Hanzo’s breath hitches, his cock jerking and pulsing out a dribble of pre-cum; a conditioned response to any of their father’s moods. It does not matter whether he is happy or angry or pensive – it most of the time ends in Hanzo getting fucked by him anyway.

“Genji. Easy now. Slow down… You want to service him, don’t you? He likes it a bit slower… let him enjoy…” Sojiro’s words become unintelligible to Hanzo when Genji follows suit and starts to scrape his cock against his insides painfully slow. It is as if Hanzo can feel every bump of his own intestinal wall; every swell of the swollen veins on Genji’s shaft.

It’s impossible of course, but that does not stop his brain from melting from the overload, his toes curling in the air behind Genji’s back.

The next time he opens his eyes, Sojiro is hovering behind Genji. His mouth is at his son’s ear, whispering instructions to him while his eyes are unrelentingly on Hanzo. Even now… even now when he’s given over Hanzo’s care to Genji – if just for the night – he can’t let completely go of the power.

“Slow now… nice and smooth… Don’t stop moving. Look at his face – you can see a twitch in his cheek when you- yes! There! Have you seen it? Keep looking at his face, Genji. Watch his eyes, his mouth; there it is again. That twitch… do you know what that means? You’re touching him right where it counts.”

Hanzo is just holding on for the ride. His father’s words move through him without much meaning. These are the most blissful moments… when he doesn’t have to think of a single thing and just be.

Genji’s cock keeps rubbing over his sweet spot now. It zings through him like electricity. His mouth falls open; he can’t help the sounds spilling from him. Those little not-quite wails that his little brother teases from him with his movements. The tips of his fingers are prickling as if they are about to go numb, so he digs them harder into Genji’s shoulders and watches his face twist briefly before it sets into something much more determined.

He leans down, away from their father and closer to Hanzo, pressing their cheeks together and whispering against his ear: “You feel… incredible… You’re so soft and warm around me, brother. You feel better than any girl I’ve fucked-”

Hanzo closes his eyes. He digs his heels harder into the small of Genji’s back, forcing him back deeper into him, his cock swollen and painful, smearing pre against his belly and pulsing in time with his frantic heartbeat. He’s so close…

The guards are still there, watching as the brothers fuck and not saying a damn word about it. They’re wrapped around his fingers just as much as Genji is. As their father is. He can use them just like the toys they are, but… does he even still want to? Now that he has Genji to attend to his every whim and fulfill whatever he desires?

“Give it to him, Genji. Can’t you see how badly he needs it? You’re driving him mad just because you deny him.”

Hanzo doesn’t know where their father is. He can only hear his voice, crooning and poisonous, directing Genji’s hand between them. It is a shock to his system to feel his little brother’s fingers close around his cock; almost more so than having him slide into his fucked-out ass and rabbit hump into his guts.

His breath hitches, his heart skipping a beat or two. His body feels overwhelmed with all the impressions, stalling for half an eternity just off that delicious peak he has been seeking for a… for a lifetime now. He feels all the eyes on him. The guards. Sojiro.

Genji.

Genji squeezes the slippery cock in his grip, thumb pressing against Hanzo’s swollen tip. Finally… Finally the bubble bursts, and he comes, howling like an animal as he bursts apart, insides squeezing down on his little brother’s cock, limbs drawing tight enough around him to cause bruising.

.o.

Genji’s lung is burning. He feels like he’s been through a wringer, the pulsing of his cock echoed duller and far more painful in his throat. He’s pretty sure by the time he gets to take off the collar, there’ll be a dark bruise ringing his neck.

He feels like his soul left him through his fucking cock. Hanzo lies beneath him, his eyes rolled up into his skull, mouth hanging open. He’d look like an idiot if it weren’t so damn hot to see him completely fucked out and useless.

There’s a sound next to them as if someone is clapping. He turns his head and stares at their father, sitting on a chair – throning on it – and looking as satisfied as Genji has seldom seen him. When he sees that he has his son’s attention, he lowers his hands into his lap and nods at him.

“You did very well… For your first time. You understand now what it takes to satisfy his urges, yes? Very good, my little sparrow.

Very good.”

[cyberrat]

45th Batch Of Fics: 11th Fill

Sojiro/Hanzo – cont B44F11 (read on AO3) – shimadacest; blowjob; role play – Hanzo can’t get enough of daddy dick so he finally approaches him.

(everyone is an adult in the fic :) )

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Hanzo knows this is kind of… kind of very sick, but he can’t help that the thought is getting him so hot and bothered.

He stares with a lot of focus into the mirror as he tries to get his make-up just right for what he is about to do. For seducing his father. By looking like his mother.

He shifts a little, trying to hide his growing erection between the clench of his thighs so he wouldn’t get distracted with touching it to the thoughts of what he is about to do. He’s done enough of that already. Spent weeks fucking a pillow and muffling his whiney moans into his hand as he listened to the outside, hoping that this would be one of the nights his father got drunk and became horny again.

Hanzo doesn’t know if Sojiro just feels better these days, or whether he has realized what he is doing and tries to stop his nasty behavior, but… he has awakened something in his son, and now that that monster is out, Hanzo can’t help but wanting that kick again.

He wants to feel his father’s cock and get drunk on it while Sojiro moaned his mother’s name.

Is that even a kink? Is that a kink that people have? Hanzo has never really thought about that before. Usually, Genji is the horny bastard that gets into trouble for not keeping his cock in his pants and humping what he shouldn’t hump.

Hanzo always is the responsible one. The grown-up one. The one that will eventually take over the family business and still has to learn so much.

Except that now he is carefully painting his lips in the same shade that his mother used to wear, and behind him in the mirror is her kimono that he had picked out from all her clothes that are still in pristine condition in her rooms.

It takes a while to get the look just right since he is unused to wearing make up (at least this kind of make up) but eventually he is done. Staring at his own reflection has Hanzo’s insides quiver in a weird way. He can’t tell if it is nostalgia or horny anticipation that causes it. Maybe both… he is just fucked up that way.

.o.

Sojiro’s face when he looks up and sees Hanzo enter his study, is… priceless.

It goes slack in a way Hanzo has never seen before, the dark granite hard eyes glittering weirdly as his pen clatters to the desk and he leans back to just stare at his oldest son.

Hanzo can’t tell if he is just taking in the sight or if he can’t think of what to say first. He just uses the silence to get quickly closer before his nerves completely give out on him. His heart is beating so hard that he feels like he is about to get nauseous; at the same time his mother’s robes are bulging a little weirdly as his cock lifts the front of them, bouncing with every step he takes.

By the time he is finally at his father’s large desk, Sojiro has gathered himself enough to ask: “What is the meaning of this?”

He sits with his back ramrod straight and his hands curled around the armrests of his chair hard enough that his knuckles loose all color.

Hanzo swallows hard. His voice is shaking wildly, somewhat destroying the illusion as he grasps Sojiro’s chair to lightly move him so he has space to slip beneath the heavy desk.

“You have been working so hard… I thought that I would give you a bit of relaxation… d-dear.”

Beneath the makeup he is burning up. He never thought he would talk to his father like that but… oh… oh it is exciting…

Sojiro just stares at him, his father’s strict, dark eyes boring practically through Hanzo’s skull as he crawls underneath the desk, then peers up from between his knees. Sojiro is still staring; the lack of reprimand has Hanzo’s heart beating faster. Oh… it is working.

He never thought that he would get this outside of his father drunkenly stumbling into his rooms to molest him. But here he is, watching as Sojiro’s fingers deftly open his slacks to pull out the cock Hanzo had been dreaming of for weeks, sobbing when he never managed to replicate the feeling of it uncaringly sliding into him and spreading him open on the shaft.

He is still staring when his father’s hand grabs him by the back of his neck, careful not to destroy the artful way in which he has put up his hair, and drags him in until he can slap his erection over Hanzo’s face.

“Oh, Tsuna… you didn’t have to,” he rasps. There’s a new quality to his voice that hadn’t been there when he felt Hanzo up in the dark, squeezing his meager tits and telling him how he had to finally step up and take over his mother’s duties. He sounds mean this time around.

It gets Hanzo’s blood boiling.

“But since you are already down there…”

He is let up a little, and he already knows what is expected of him. He opens his beautifully painted mouth wide, tongue flopping out and over his bottom teeth. He’s not very skilled – or experienced – in sucking cock (that honor belongs to Genji), but he is eager and sloppy and wants it so badly he almost bounces on his knees like a child.

Sojiro’s mouth twists on his gaunt face into a derisive, sharp grin.

“Slut,” he whispers, the words slicing through Hanzo. He slaps his cock against his son’s tongue once, twice, then pauses with the glans pressed against it for a moment before suddenly pulling Hanzo in and sliding his cock as deep as possible in one go.

Hanzo’s eyes flare open wide. He gags, hands jerking forward to grab onto Sojiro’s pants and hold on for dear life as his lungs burn with the sudden lack of air. Oh… Oh he hadn’t thought – Sojiro is never truly gentle when he comes to fuck Hanzo, but he’s never been brutal like this; holding him down to listen to the clicks of his throat as he gags and convulses… until Hanzo finally stops struggling, at which point he lets him go up again to pull in shaking, gasping breaths of air.

“Oh Tsuna… it’s been so long,” Sojiro croons. Hanzo is blinking at him, trying to clear his sight. He can feel the gentle brush of fingers against his cheek. “My beautiful Tsuna… my heart… my love… if only you knew what a nasty little whore our son has become.”

Hanzo is pulled down again. He is prepared for it this time – marginally – but still gags on the fat cock shoved unceremoniously into his throat.

His cock is still painfully hard, dribbling a pitiful amount of moisture as it spasms against the front of his mother’s robes.

Sojiro sounds… proud despite the derisive words. Whenever Hanzo peers up at him, his father’s eyes are fixed on his face, drinking in the sight of his son looking so very much like his late wife.

It only slowly dawns on him that with approaching Sojiro like this without the barrier of alcohol might have opened a door that he can’t close up again.

He doesn’t think he wants to close it.

[cyberrat]

46th Batch Of Fics: 13th Fill

Hanzo/Sojiro – cont B45F11 – fake pregnancy; alcohol; role play – Hanzo ate way too much and Sojiro drank way too much.

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Hanzo must have fallen into a kind of food coma after the festivities of the night because he only wakes when a large hand slides over his side and settles on the bulge of his stomach.

He would be startled if his senses weren’t suffused with his father’s scent, heavily laced with sake.

“Tsuna…” The breath fanning over his ear and the side of his neck is hot and moist, leaving behind a feeling of tackiness. “Tsuna… where were you? You left so early…”

Hanzo inhales softly, blinking in the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the shine of the moon through his windows. He can still hear the estate all around them wide awake. The festivities must have just come to a close, or are closing up now, servants wrangling drunk guests and starting to clean everything. Had anybody seen Sojiro drunkenly stumbling into his eldest son’s chambers?

He couldn’t make a sound, lest someone hear them outside.

Sojiro presses a wet kiss against his ear and croons again: “Tsuna…” His hand is rubbing little circles into Hanzo’s stomach. Goodness, he’s eaten so much… a lot more than he would usually indulge in. He feels bloated… and Sojiro can feel it too, apparently, because his wide palm is cupping his belly just beneath his belly button and his breath stutters out of him in a drunken groan before whispering: “Are you taking good care of our little boy, my love? He’s going to be strong… our Hanzo.”

What… what is happening now? Hanzo turns his head slightly, breathing into the crook of his arm so he could keep a clear head without smelling his father’s alcohol laden breath.

“You’re so shy… so quiet…” Sojiro presses more wet, warm kisses against Hanzo’s ear and the back of his neck after nosing his hair to the side. He can feel Sojiro’s fingers gently starting to ruck up the front of his night robe until he can slip his hand beneath and press it directly over Hanzo’s stomach. God, he really is sporting a little bulge after all he had eaten…

Sojiro’s breath is labored with excitement. He pushes the robe up until it is sitting just beneath Hanzo’s pectorals, then reaches down again to hold his stomach and pull him back into the big warm cock that Hanzo has become so familiar with over the past few weeks… months…

Heat surges through his body. He closes his eyes, very aware of the commotion outside of his rooms and how quiet he has to be while his father ruts into the crack of his ass and breathes heavily.

“Tsuna… since when are you wearing underwear? Silly little girl…” Sojiro chides in that drunken slur that gets Hanzo’s blood boiling. He presses his nose harder into the crook of his elbow, trying very hard not to let his body associate the smell of sake with the sensation of getting cock.

But maybe it is too late already. Maybe the next time he is out on a business venture, Hanzo will smell the alcohol and get painfully hard, thinking about his daddy fucking him nice and deep…

Sojiro clicks his tongue softly as he hooks his finger into the back of Hanzo’s underwear and pulls it aside. As the ruddy cock slides into his crack and rubs against his hole, it occurs to Hanzo that he hasn’t prepared for any of this. There is no slick to ease the way, not even a bit of spit to make it easier on him.

He starts to squirm half-heartedly to pull away, but Sojiro grabs him around the hip and holds him still.

“Shhh… just the tip,” he sing-songs drunkenly into Hanzo’s ear. “I will be so gentle, my Tsuna… the little one won’t notice a thing.”

His hand is back on Hanzo’s food swollen stomach, gently squeezing and rubbing as he shimmies his hips until the tip of his cock finally noses against the furl of Hanzo’s hole.

Tears spring into his eyes as he starts to push into him. His breath catches and burns in his lung, though not as fiercely as his rim burns when it is forced apart for the swollen cock pushing into him.

He tries to breathe through it, but all that gets out is a high-pitched wheezing that could definitely be taken as a moan…

Sojiro chuckles low. He dips his tongue into Hanzo’s ear, making goosebumps rise all over his skin while he gets slightly turned onto his front so his father has better leverage as he grunt fucks inside him in painful increments that has Hanzo clawing at the bedding… and his cock weeping.

God damn… is there… is there no depravity that his body won’t be a slave for? Is he not even spared this indignity of getting hot and needy from what amounts to his rape? His hole feels impossibly swollen. When Sojiro pulls back, his rim is pulled out with it like a slutty mouth, clinging desperately on to the fat shaft.

His belly gurgles in protest; loud enough for Sojiro to hear in his drunken daze. He shushes him, his large hand holding Hanzo’s stomach so gentle as he keeps grunt fucking him softly, trying to make his wife’s… his son’s body ease up for him.

And it does. Of course it does… because Hanzo will never be as hot for anybody as he is for his own father. He shifts his legs in a bid to open himself wider, making Sojiro’s entrance easier as he picks up a slow rhythm of fucking his pregnant wife.

They don’t need the alcohol anymore, of course. Hanzo has burned that bridge a few weeks ago, sucking his daddy’s cock while wearing Tsuna’s robes… but it does add to the whole feeling of oppression. Sojiro is hot and heavy at his back, breathing continuously into his ear when he isn’t dipping his tongue into it and making Hanzo squirm.

It feels more naughty when his father is so drunk that he keeps honestly thinking Hanzo is his wife, holding him and crooning sweet nothings against his ear and the nape of his neck; promising over and over that he’ll only give him the tip and be done with it all quickly to let him and his baby sleep… when in reality he presses more and more of his cock into Hanzo’s burning insides until he is as deep as it will go.

Hanzo can’t help but reach down and put his hand over his father’s. He can feel the bump in his stomach, and he knows it is simply from the meal he had enjoyed too much earlier, but… it actually feels pregnant; especially with Sojiro fucking him like he is, continuously moving through his guts until Hanzo’s brain is muddled. The sake laden breath has him near drooling. He is about to go cross-eyed.

Sojiro doesn’t get loud when he comes; he grinds in deep and breathes out long and harsh. Hanzo’s body tingles all over; he can almost feel the spurts of cum as it is deposited as deep as possible into him… before Sojiro pulls back and leaves his hole gaping and burning, cock stuck in the sheets, weeping.

“Good girl,” Sojiro grunts, patting Hanzo’s hip. “Thanks.” He turns around with a grunt. Hanzo listens to him sleeping, snoring up a storm in seconds, and leaving him to lie there, fucked open and needy and having to reach down to finish himself off while he replays the whole encounter bit by bit.

Why is he so hot for this?!

[cyberrat]

70th Batch Of Fics: 2nd Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy; Hanzo/multiple – Trucker AU – Part 32 – gloryhole – Hanzo is an unending glutton for punishment. And dick.

Warning: shimadacest be in here

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Hanzo has lost track of time. He isn’t wearing any watch and the artificial light in the restrooms are nice and steady. There is no way for him to know whether he’s been sitting here for half an hour or half a day. There is only a steady stream of cock.

They slide through the hole, most already desperately hard but some only on their way there. He treats them all the same; suckling them into his mouth and waiting whether they want to start moving or expect him to do all the work.

His lips feel swollen and so does his tongue. His skin is overly sensitive, tingling to the point of aching. He just knows that anybody looking at him for the next few days will know exactly what he’s been up to. There is no way that the swelling will go down any time soon. It’s as good as having cocksucker written on his forehead.

Sucking dick becomes… meditative after the first few have rabbit fucked out their loads and left him buzzing and warm. His stomach is hot with the loads of strangers and his head feels like he’s been drugged. Everything is foggy. The dull thump of music that reaches this place from the dance floor makes him feel like there’s a heartbeat throbbing throughout his body.

He tries to compare the dicks to Cassidy’s. It’s difficult, though. His brain insists on being weirdly flowery and trying to turn him off the taste or the smell of the strangers but the truth is that Cassidy’s cock had been worse than any of them. And he had loved it. If he focuses on it, he can still taste him in the back of his throat…-

Fuck, how many has he serviced now? Has the fat bastard found any clues yet? Hanzo’s head is swimming. He has to brace himself on the divider of the stall. There’s no cock there at the moment so he can breathe through and try to center himself…

Only that there’s someone on the other side again already. There’s a knock at the divider, probably a fist connecting with it, and two fingers with black nail polish are thrust through the hole.

“Yo… you in a cum coma or something? Come on, babe.”

Hanzo stares at the fingers, his head buzzing. They wiggle invitingly, so he leans down and puts his mouth over them. It seems like the logical thing to do. He can feel them twitch in surprise against his tongue before the man on the other side mutters a soft expletive and carefully starts to feel him up; fingers sliding along Hanzo’s hard palate and gently tugging at his teeth before twisting and rubbing against his tongue.

“Damn, that’s a nice pussy you got there. I’ve been curious about you. You’ve been working this hole for a while and the guys say you’re really good…”

Hanzo can barely follow his words. His voice seems distorted through the music and the fog in his brain. The fingers retreat and after a second are replaced with a cock. He immediately closes his lips around the crown, his body going nice and hot again – until he lifts his tongue to give the piss slit a nice greeting lick. He feels something warm and metallic and pulls back with a start, staring at the cock.

The tip, glistening wet with Hanzo’s saliva, sports a piercing. None of his previous johns had them so it had taken him quite by surprise. The hole is just big enough for him to see the man’s hand holding the base of his cock. He’s got a few rings on his fingers and he’s wearing a pair of artistically ripped jeans with a lot of chains that tinkle as he shifts a little and lets his dick bounce to entice Hanzo back.

“What happened? Did you get scared? Aw aren’t you cute. Don’t worry, it doesn’t bite alright? I’m a real nice guy.”

Hanzo doesn’t know what to say – so he doesn’t say anything and instead leans back in, mouth open and tongue pushed out as a soft, slick carpet for the stranger’s cock. Maybe he’s just imagining things, but he thinks that the outside of his stall has become a little more quiet. Maybe he’s slowly at the end of the sheer infinite parade of dicks that have been presented to him.

Has the man from last night been among them? He does not know. All he knows is that he’s sucked and sucked and sucked and tried to give every single one of them a good time.

It’s a weird feeling after having spent his life in the lap of luxury, being waited on hand and foot – if he wasn’t being ruthlessly trained to be an assassin. But he likes it. He likes hearing the voice on the other side groan and feel the sleek metal of his cock piercing rubbing over his tongue.

He plays with it; tugging on one side with his teeth and pushing against the other side with his tongue until the man on the other side curses low but distinct enough to hear and jerks his hips forward.

That gets Hanzo to gag but that’s okay. It’s all okay as long as his head is filled with soft fog and his own dick keeps leaking against the inside of his thigh, hot and slimy. He’s probably ruined his pants. He doesn’t know where to wash them… he’ll have to ask Cassidy though he is pretty sure the fat bastard will only tell him to ride naked.

He’ll probably say something like I don’t care. Gives me better access.

Hanzo likes the taste of the stranger. It’s nice and clean. And he smells good. His dick feels perfect in his mouth; heavy and shaped perfectly. Like they’ve been made for each other. In his head he has a little fantasy of the man being handsome and young and sweeping him off his feet… though he’s not too sure at the moment that he wants to get away from the fat bastard.

Oh, why is everything so complicated?

He comes back into the here and now, at least a little, when he feels the john shoot his load. Nice and thick and creamy. It’s a lot; just like he would have anticipated from a young stud. Hanzo is getting antsy. He swallows it all down like he’s done for every single guy this evening, but he does not want to let go of this one… not yet. He’s too horny, too needy for attention.

He doesn’t know whether it is his stubbornness or the fact that the stud is young and virile – but he remains hard between his lips, his cock flexing a few times from overstimulation but then calming down again. The fat vein along its underside produces a steady, strong pulse against Hanzo’s tongue.

The stranger sticks his fingers through the hole again, alongside his cock, petting against Hanzo’s cheek. His voice, low and purring, floats to Hanzo through the thin partition: “Yo, I’m not done yet… won’t you give me another round, babe?”

Hanzo should probably ask whether he’s paid enough for that. But he doesn’t. He listens to Cassidy’s indistinct bassy rumble as he probably talks to the guy while he fiddles with his jeans. He can’t get it down fast enough.

He needs this.

[cyberrat]

70th Batch Of Fics: 3rd Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy; Hanzo/multiple – Trucker AU – Part 33 – gloryhole – Shimadacesssst

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The stall is slim enough that Hanzo can brace himself on the tiled wall and press his ass against the partition. He’s too into it to feel ashamed about his need to finally get fucked.

He can hear Cassidy’s voice still, talking to the stranger but it is just a fuzzy backdrop once the man starts to finger his hole – probably to see how ready he is for a fuck.

Hanzo’s rim still is swollen from last night’s merciless dicking and he’s nice and loose. It feels like all the cum he’s swallowed tonight must have oozed down to lubricate the way even though he knows that’s not how it works.

It doesn’t matter. He is high up on endorphins and the feeling of cum sloshing around his belly. He just wants to get fucked and the stranger delivers.

The entrance is so easy and smooth, Hanzo hopes that it’s because his stud put on a condom… but he can’t be too sure. He misses a pair of big rough hands on his hips holding him nice and still so he can be brutishly fucked on a fat beer can cock-

Fuck. Wrong stud. His head feels swollen, as does his tongue. So he hangs his head and just lets his tongue loll out while he presses his ass harder against the partition, wishing he could do anything to make the stud fuck him harder.

He’s got a nice cock. A very nice cock, even. One that Hanzo can definitely imagine falling in love with. One he could cuddle for hours against his cheek and shower with kisses and lap up whatever it gives him.

The john starts to fuck him in shallow, easy strokes and Hanzo thinks that yes, yes, yes, he’d do all kinds of stuff just to convince this guy to fuck him. Suck his balls. Lick his ass. Drink his piss.

His own dick is bouncing wildly beneath his stomach. The feeling of his heavy balls swinging through the air has tears of overstimulation shoot into his eyes – but he’s not coming. Not yet.

The partition of the stall is thin but Hanzo can still feel the inch separating them dearly. It means the dick is not quite reaching where he needs it to, and the added odd shape of the piercing is just feeding into his desperation. He can’t keep the sobs inside, his hole clenching and releasing in a sloppy, eager rhythm that he wouldn’t be able to replicate with intent. It’s just a primal response; animalistic. Just his body being a slut and trying so damn hard to get what it needs.

“Damn, that’s a nice pussy you got. Like really nice. Even better than your mouth. Shit, you’re sucking me right in.”

The way it sounds, his stud must be pressing his front against the partition, murmuring just for him. It’s just-about audible over the music hammering through the wall. Whatever piece has ended before, it feels like that had been some slow-dance equivalent to what is now thundering all around Hanzo and making his skin and organs vibrate.

Hanzo just stares at the floor, watching his spit drip down, his head blessedly empty.

His cock is throbbing. If he had half a brain cell left, he would probably reach down and jerk himself off on the stranger’s cock, but he does not think he can coordinate it at the moment.

He’s already busy trying to keep himself aware that the man fucking him at the moment isn’t the fat bastard. The only time he got dicked by him, he’s been on his back, rolled up into a ball and barely able to breathe.

Still, his brain gives him the phantom sensations of a big, rough hand petting along his spine while he gets fucked – as if that had ever happened with Cassidy.

He’s addicted to the stinking idiot. There’s no way around it. No option for denial. Fuck, and the stranger keeps spearing into his guts, the hard metal of his piercing rubbing into his walls without mercy.

His elbows want to give out but the prospect of smashing his face into a dirty restroom wall makes him determined to keep his head as far away from it as possible. Sweat is dripping from the tip of his nose. He’s not doing anything more than press his ass against the divider to let the stranger hump him but his heart is jackrabbiting in his chest and he is breathing as if he’d run a marathon.

The stud is muttering on the other side, his voice having taken on a different cadence; like he’s not even speaking English anymore. There’s too much blood rushing in Hanzo’s ears to properly make out anything. Not to mention the bass rumbling through the ground and the music thumping from the dancehall.

His insides keep desperately clenching down, cock throbbing painfully. What does it for him in the end, though… what really pushes him over and forces an orgasm out of him that is almost too overwhelming to be comfortable is the feeling of the many loads sloshing around in his swollen stomach.

He can still taste them all on the back of his tongue. Actually, he doesn’t think that he’ll forget the taste any time soon.

Hanzo stares at the ground, his cum hitting the little box someone had put into the gloryhole compartment and splattering everywhere. He wonders what would happen if Cassidy made him lick it up. It’s disgusting but he kind of wants it to happen.

Until the fog of orgasm recedes a little from his brain, that is. By that time, he can feel the stranger ramming into him one last time, the dividing wall rattling quite precariously. It actually shoves Hanzo forward a bit so he fumbles not to plant face first in the wall after all while his stud’s cock twitches and he fills him up.

Or the condom. He’s still fuzzy on the details.

Slowly, the dick recedes. It’s a nice long drag, unhurried. It leaves Hanzo hypersensitive and already craving more. He does not know how long he stays in the same position but Cassidy banging against the door from the outside jerks him out of his stupor.

“Kid, the gentleman wants to give ya somethin’!” he calls out over the sound.

Hanzo awkwardly turns around, shuffling and nearly falling with his pants around his ankles. He stares at the fingers that are once again thrust through the hole. This time a piece of paper is clenched between them.

Hanzo haltingly takes it. Once he has the paper, the fingers suddenly vanish and he sees the man’s mouth instead behind the hole. There’s a sharp grin on his lips and his canine teeth are looking almost too sharp.

“Call me, babe. You got a nice pussy. Wouldn’t mind paying for that again.”

He blows him a kiss and then vanishes. Hanzo, pants still around his ankles and a warm dribble slowly slipping from his used hole, stares at the slip of paper in his hand.

There’s a number on there, ending with - Call me. -G.

[cyberrat]

78th Batch Of Fics: 4th Fill

Hanzo/Genji – Part 4/? – old man Hanzo; young man Cassidy; shimadacest – Genji takes over where Cole left off.

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Genji steps behind Hanzo, hands clasping his hips and helping him to lift them up some more from their slump against the side of the couch.

“Glad to see you’re having fun while I’m out in the world doing business. No, really, I am!”

Satisfied with how high Hanzo’s ass is, he lets go of him to start opening up his own pants. “I just wasn’t expecting it is all! You’ve always been so stingy with your… oh, that’s nice. Real nice. The boy really filled you up to the brim, didn’t he?”

Genji hooks two gloved fingers into his big brother’s hole, scissoring them open to watch the white cream inside already start oozing out.

Hanzo’s nerves are immediately back on fire, the oversensitivity of his oddly stunted orgasm flaring back up.

Despite everything, all he can get out is an idiotic sounding: “You… broke into my flat.”

Genji chuckles. “I sure did.”

He has his cock out, leaning his hips closer so he can smear the fat tip against his brother’s swollen, creamy hole. It is fucked deliciously soft from Cole’s earlier efforts and opens up easily for him. He keeps dipping deep inside despite just wanting to tease the old goat.

“Damn but that boy really gave it to you, didn’t he? Do you like his cock, brother? More than little old me?”

He gives up on trying to tease Hanzo and just lets his hungry cunt suck him right in. They groan in tandem, his questions left unanswered by Hanzo who is still struggling to find enough brain cells to rub together, it seems like. He keeps attempting to push himself up from his slump on the couch but as Genji begins to slowly move, any strength is sapped right back out of him.

Oversensitivity has his hole clenching down tight while his insides work on pushing him back out.

A whining sort of noise crawls out of Hanzo’s throat. He digs his fingers into the cushions but doesn’t have the energy to pull himself away. Not that he wants to. Not… not really. But he hates how Genji simply snuck in and overtook the whole situation and God, his cock feels so good-

.o.

Cole can’t believe his eyes. As he stands there, peering around the doorjamb, watching one brother fuck the other, he wonders if he’s somehow fallen asleep and is just dreaming.

It seems too good to be true to actually be the witness of two hot older guys that are brothers fucking unashamedly right in front of his eyes. Well… not that they know that he’s still there, but even so…

Hanzo is making those whiny little sounds that he does whenever Cole fucks him through oversensitivity, but while he would already have started throwing elbows to get Cole to pull out and let him bask in his orgasm in peace, he seems tame as a kitten with his younger brother.

He whines and shimmies and borderline complaints, but overall he just takes it while Genji thrusts in easy, loose-hipped motions and divests himself off his long coat.

The more Cole sees of him and his get-up, the more he just has to think ‘yakuza’, but that… that would be too… uh… that can’t be, right?

In the living room, Genji is putting a hand against the small of his older brother’s back, forcing him to arc his spine down some more, which Hanzo obliges with a low, unhappy grunt.

Genji laughs. “Oh, don’t be like that! You need to move, brother. I can already tell that you made that poor boy your bitch. Just leaned back and let him fuck you like a pillow princess, did you? Well, no more. Genji is back and he’ll take good care of you, onii-chan. I’ll make sure you’ll stay nice and limber for as long as… ah… fuck but your pussy is nice.”

Cole presses himself against the wall, watching with rapt attention as the man leans his head back and jerks his hips up against his brother’s ass in one mighty thrust that has him buried deep inside Hanzo’s guts.

“Your cunt’s better than my wife’s, you know? Yeah, you know that. You’ve always known. Everybody knew; I went around gushing about onii-chan’s pussy, after all.”

It seems to be a well-trodden argument between the two. Cole can’t quite put his finger on why that seems to be the way, but the way Hanzo starts to old-man-grumble and Genji laughs all too boyish, he can’t help but think like that.

Like this isn’t by far the first time the brothers have gotten it on. The way Genji holds Hanzo down as he fucks him through his oversensitivity and into mounting pleasure is all too familiar.

The old man’s face is flushed red and glistening with sweat. If it had been Cole, he would have long since grabbed him by the throat or something and thrown him across the room. Against his younger brother he does not have the same conviction, it seems.

“...Fuck…” He’s never heard the old Shimada swear like that; all drawn-out and exhausted as his body starts to slowly slump down, going soft and pliant for the dicking.

Cole, suddenly feeling like he is breathing way too loud, presses a hand over his mouth to try and muffle himself while his other hand is in his crotch, the heel pressed against his dick as it tries valiantly to get hard again.

Apparently this Genji finally managed to push his brother through the oversensitivity of his orgasm. He exhales through his clenched teeth, a broad grin on his face – or maybe that is just the shadows and his scar playing tricks on Cole. He certainly gets an uneasy feeling looking at the guy; there is just something… dangerous about him.

.o.

“There you go.” Genji’s voice is jovial but there is an edge to it that has Hanzo’s skin prickling into goosebumps. He remembers well the sex-hungry brat his brother had been in his youth – there is little of it still in him these days. Being the head of the Clan has burned much of his happy-go-lucky attitude right out of his chest.

“Could’ve had that from the very beginning,” he murmurs, hips moving again nice and slow. “Damn but your pussy’s nice and creamy… that kid really pumped a load into you, hmn? Surprised your belly isn’t bulging from it. But there’s always a next time. I’m sure the kid would be all too happy to pump out a few loads if I pay him well enough. I’d like to see you getting blown up like some kind of cum balloon.”

Hanzo can barely parse the words through the wet squelching sound of Genji fucking his cumm-y hole into a frothy mess.

“Or maybe I’ll just do a little… background check on him first. See if he’s the kind of young man that would pull the money right out of a sad old man’s pockets.”

Hanzo can feel a rush of cold running through his body. He swallows thickly, then asks with a slight tremble in his voice: “No… please…”

The odd dark cadence in Genji’s inflection is suddenly gone when he continues: “No? You sure? Ooohhh you like him, huh? He could be your grandson, you know. You old, nasty pervert…”

He sounds absolutely gleeful.

[cyberrat]

78th Batch Of Fics: 5th Fill

Hanzo/Genji – Part 5/? – old man Hanzo; young man Cassidy; shimadacest – Genji is very talkative... as always :)

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“Brings me back to the good old days.” Genji’s thrusts have slowed down to a crawl.

Hanzo is intimately aware of his cock sliding through his well-slicked insides. Of how his muscles lovingly hug it, because if he has been molded into the shape of one cock, then it is his own little brother’s.

He shakes his head, eyes clenched shut. He does not want to hear it. He hates it when Genji reminisces about the past – because it never fails to get him hot and needy.

His cock isn’t hard, nowhere near it; but that’s nothing new. He’s already shot his load with his young stud earlier and there won’t be an erection in sight for at least another day.

Doesn’t mean he can’t come on Genji’s cock dry, though. His whole body already feels nice and fuzzy, his oversensitive nipples dragging against the cushions of his couch; just shy of painful.

Genji, either not seeing Hanzo shaking his head or simply ignoring it, continues with a certain… wistfulness: “I still jerk off to that first night you came crawling into my room, begging me to give it to you good. Hell, I fuck my wife thinking about you. About how you crawled all over me; how you slobbered all over my dick cause you wanted it so bad.”

“I did… I did not!” Hanzo rasps out. It is useless of course; they’ve had this argument so many goddamn times, he’s long since lost count. It’s oddly comforting, though, to retreat those old footsteps. “I simply… I simply did what had to be done. For the Clan. So you wouldn’t continue going out and disgracing us with your libido.”

Oh but it had felt so good… to finally slip under his father’s radar and just get railed the way he’s always wanted to. Genji isn’t the only one that is still thinking about that night. Hanzo only needs to close his eyes to relive the moment of going face down and ass up for his own little brother. Having him bounce on him like a deranged little monkey; his hot youthful cock reaming him fast and nasty.

Genji is laughing. He leans forward, gently carding his gloved fingers through Hanzo’s long, white hair. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart,” he croons. He has stopped his motions for now, his cock slowly flexing inside Hanzo’s desperately clenching body.

“Marie has been asking about you, you know. She wants you to visit us again. It’s been years since you put foot on my property.” His hand slowly turns into a fist, using Hanzo’s hair to pull his head back, voice low and crooning and just on the edge of deranged as he whispers: “She knows all about us. She knows I’m more interested in my brother’s pussy than her’s. She wants to see it. She wants to see how I bend you over and make you my bitch, big brother.”

Hanzo’s body is growing hotter and tighter. As his mind rebels against the images Genji plants in his head, he finds himself being pushed closer and closer to the verge of orgasm yet again.

And then he sees it; through a fine film of tears from the ache of his hair getting pulled, there is a dark splotch peering around his doorframe.

He blinks a few times to clear his vision only to find himself locking eyes with Cole who is still there and watching him getting fucked by his brother.

Hanzo’s mouth opens in a dismayed ‘o’. Cole’s mouth mirrors his but he rather looks displeased with having been caught instead of the situation as such.

They stare into each other’s eyes as Genji picks up his thrusts again, fucking deep and hard enough to cause the now frothy cum to drip down the insides of Hanzo’s thighs.

There’s just… so much of it. So much getting displaced by the new cock railing him – and he can’t stop the disgrace.

“Mmhh you’re so quiet. That’s not like you at all. Are you not enjoying yourself?”

Genji curls an arm around Hanzo’s middle, his gloved fingers tickling his half-hard cock as he breathes warm against his older brother’s ear. He’s become disturbingly good at this in the many years that Hanzo has allowed him to fuck out his frustrations into his body.

He plays him like a fine-tuned instrument, the croon of his voice just edging on cruel and sending shivers along Hanzo’s spine.

“Have you grown tired of my cock?” he whispers. “Are you more interested in the dick of a little whore? How adorable… you’re getting all soft and sentimental in your old age.”

Hanzo is breathing heavily. He can barely think with the onslaught of sensations. He can feel a prickle of an orgasm starting at the soles of his feet and all he can obsess over is the fact that he and Genji’s wife have never gotten along, and she no-doubt simply wants to see him disgraced on her husband’s cock.

The cock that is flexing inside of him, pushing into all those delicious spaces that Cole had gotten hot and bothered before.

Genji pushes him through it without hesitation. He is as cruel as he is gentle, whispering nasty little secrets into his older brother’s ear as he holds him tight and fucks him in deep, intimate thrusts that finally push him over the edge of his orgasm.

Hanzo is looking at Cole as it happens. Staring right at this idiot that unwittingly has gotten him nice and ready for this dicking, his whole body heating up even more as he sees his own lust reflected on the young man’s face – for as rude and nasty as Genji might be, Hanzo… loves it. He loves the degradation. He loves being put in his place.

He loves that Cole watches him as he comes so hard on his brother’s cock he nearly pisses himself.

And even then Genji does not relent. He keeps dicking him. He keeps fucking into the spasming space of Hanzo’s hole, his voice dipping into a low, rasp as he tells him all about how he feels on his dick.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” he whispers, fingers still playing against Hanzo’s cock before pressing his palm against his belly to feel it fluttering in fast breaths of oversensitivity. “You hug me so tight, brother. Did you ever think that you would become this? An old, washed-up whore gagging for the cocks of younger men? No… you always thought yourself better than anybody else. Prettier, cleverer… more desirable.”

As Hanzo whines through his oversensitivity, trying without use to drag his way out from beneath Genji, his younger brother fucks him harder still; punishingly pushing through the desperate clutch of Hanzo’s swollen, puffy rim.

“Now you’re old and alone… still pretty as can be, but a dumb little whore all the same. My dumb little whore. Look at how blitzed out you are-”

He pauses, a hitch in his voice, his hips slamming against Hanzo’s ass one last time to spear as deep into his guts as possible as he comes, adding his hot, fat load to what is left of Cole inside Hanzo.

“I’m back in town, onii-chan. I’ll pay you more visits from now on. So… stay ready for me, will you?”

He gently turns Hanzo’s head around, kissing his lax mouth with a gentle, downright chaste peck.

By the time he pulls out and rights himself, making sure his hair is still nice and slicked back, there is nobody lingering at the doorframe any longer.

Only the scent of cheap aftershave and cock remains once he wordlessly makes his way out of Hanzo’s flat, leaving his older brother lying in his own cum over the edge of his couch, cum bubbling from his well-used ass.

[cyberrat]

80th Batch Of Fics: 3rd Fill

Sojiro/Hanzo – Part ⅓ – shimadacest; voyeurism; rimming – Sojiro is taking Hanzo out to his first vacation in the US where they can fuck around to their heart's content.

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“Can’t believe that they’re goin’ to the damn beach of all places.”

“And I can’t believe that you keep filling the line with your stupid babbling.” There’s a second of quiet before Reyes’ voice comes up again: “Can you still see them?”

“Yeah, boss. The lookout chair is just high enough… They’re wandering behind the rocks, though. Might lose sight of them any second…”

He watches as Shimada senior and Shimada junior make their way toward said rocks, their gaits unhurried. They both look like a million bucks in their little swim trunks and with their gucci sunglasses. The old guy has really put in the work, it seems. His figure, while skinny to all Hell, could rival that of his son’s.

The one Cole had been ogling even on the damn pictures they got in Blackwatch. Hanzo Shimada is a fucking bomb and as far as he can tell, he’s never set a single toe outside of that Hanamura castle. That all of a sudden he and daddy dearest would make a vacation in the US…

They stop just where they have to climb over the rocks and briefly look around to make sure that they are alone before Shimada junior starts to climb over the barricade. His father’s hand is between his shoulder blades, then slides down the delicious curve of his spine.

Cole grunts softly and fumbles for his binoculars, but the moment is gone too fast and Shimada senior is crawling after his son. Still, Cole could have sworn that he saw the older man’s hand on his son’s plump little ass, fingers moving as if digging into the supple flesh for a moment-

“They’re outta sight now, boss…”

There’s a deep sigh coming over the line. Cole can practically see Reyes sitting in his observation hub, pinching the bridge of his nose hard. When he speaks he sounds like he is very much trying to keep his calm. “How about you get off your hairy ass, then, and get closer to where you can survey them?”

“...Gotcha.”

.o.

By the time Cole finally is close enough and in a position where nobody else on the beach can see him, he wishes he had moved just a little bit faster because things are already… well… they’re right in the middle.

The whining little moan he hears, albeit muffled, is so clearly sexual that it takes him a second or two to gather himself and for his brain to make sense of it. He had not anticipated this turn of events – Hell, they were fuckin’ father and son, but well. Here they are.

He peers around the edge of a boulder and just stares at the sight; Hanzo Shimada leaning against a rock, his plump little ass thrust out and his laughably tiny swim trunks around his ankles.

Squatting behind him, hands full of ass and face stuffed into his crack is his old man. Cole can’t see from his position what he’s doing but it is damn fucking obvious anyway.

Even if he weren’t able to hear the wet slide of a tongue dragging across a hole.

Hanzo has his forehead resting against his stacked forearms and is softly mewling. He seems to try and keep it down, which is a wise choice since anybody could just wander over here… like a hapless Blackwatch agent that is doomed to stay in the shadows, cock so hard so fast that he feels dizzy.

The old Shimada pulls back enough for Cole to see how a sticky string of saliva briefly stretches between his tongue and his son’s swollen rim.

God, fuck, that pussy-

It looks absolutely delicious, the rim pink and pouty and gaping the smallest bit after his daddy’s ministrations-

“Cassidy!” the bark directly in his ear has him jump, hand clapping over his own mouth to muffle whatever sound may come out of him. He stares at the two crime lords some 15 feet away, waiting for them to turn around and pull guns from… somewhere.

But they must not have heard; either due to the waves gently crashing into the beach, or them just being preoccupied with themselves.

He exhales and pulls back around the boulder, whispering: “Boss, I got them in sight. Ugh…” he falters, unsure how to describe it. After a few moments he just says lamely: “They fuckin’?”

There’s a beat of silence, then Reyes’ voice with that slight tremble in there that lets Cole know he’s walking on thin fucking ice: “They’re fucking what?”

“No, they…” he sighs. “Wait a second… gonna try that shitty video channel…”

He slips the communication device out of his ear, searches for the tiny switch and flips it. The pictures Reyes gets will be pretty grainy but they will do to get the point across. As he peers around the boulder again, the scene has shifted, though not by much.

The old Shimada has stopped kneeling behind his son. Instead, he is leaning up against the stone next to him, watching Hanzo’s face contort while fucking two fingers into his plump little hole.

Cole swallows thickly. His tongue feels swollen in his mouth, though not as much as his goddamn cock, watching a father fingering his son as deep as it will go. He can see him scissoring them open, stretching the younger man’s rim to prepare him for what is to come.

Cole shifts his hips, pressing them against the rough surface of the stone to get at least some pressure against his aching cock.

He wishes he could see the young Shimada’s face, but alas; his back is to him. At least he can watch as daddy dearest pinches his chin between forefinger and thumb, tipping his head back even further so he can kiss him just as deep and intrusive as his fingers.

Hanzo does not fight any of it. From what Cole can see, his ears are flushed a nice cherry red, and his toes are curled into the warm sand beneath them. Just as the slut starts to softly rock back onto his daddy’s fingers does Cole remember the tiny camera in his suddenly very unsteady grip.

He pulls it back, flipping the switch to audio and stuffing it into his ear. There is complete silence on the line for a good minute before Reyes finally speaks.

“...well fuck me.”

Without thinking, Cole just lets his mouth do what it does best.

“Hell, boss, I would love to right now. Like really give it to ya while we watch these nasty fucks-”

“Shut up, Cassidy.”

“Yeah.”

There’s quiet again. Father and son are still kissing, though Hanzo is getting increasingly more squirmy as his father gets his insides warmed up something nice without giving him what he really needs.

At least that means Cole can both see how Hanzo’s cunt is getting stretched open nice by the fingers pulling against the side of his swollen rim, as well as quite a bit of tongue whenever the young man’s face turns to the side just enough.

“Goddamn. Alright, listen up. Just… stay there and observe. The more shit we got on them the better, I suppose.”

It’s more of a treat for Cole than an order to do his fucking job, that much he is very much aware of. He’ll have to thank Reyes with some nice wet head after.

“Won’t take my eyes off’a them.”

[cyberrat]

80th Batch Of Fics: 4th Fill

Sojiro/Hanzo – Part 2/3 – shimadacest; voyeurism – What to say, what to say? Everybody hot for Hanzo... and Hanzo is a whore :)

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Sojiro finally pulls back. His heart is thumping fast; more so than it has in years. It amuses him to think that fucking around with Hanzo on a beach would get him this excited… but he can’t deny the allure that his son has.

As obedient as he is as an heir, as cumdumb does he get at the merest hint of pleasure. His dark eyes are glassy, drool shining on his chin from their deep, sloppy kisses and his insistence on whining like a bitch in heat throughout.

He already looks fucked out and Sojiro hasn’t done more than get his cunt slick on his tongue and see how nice and relaxed he still is from their last coupling. He can still feel the load he deposited in him earlier in their hotel room. It’s sitting creamy and thick in his boy’s intestines. One wouldn’t think that, looking at him now; he looks starved for something to warm his belly up.

“On your knees.” It’s not like they have a reason to rush – and Sojiro quite enjoys the desperation on Hanzo’s face when he realizes it might take a bit before he can get what he desires.

He does not argue, though. Of course he doesn’t – his father’s cock is the only one he is allowed to have, after all. So he will take it any way he can get. He curls his arms around his father’s skinny hips, looking up at him with those glassy bimbo eyes as he lets Sojiro’s tip smear across his mouth like lipstick.

He knows how his father enjoys these encounters. He knows that he has to take his time because Sojiro needs a while to get it back up again once he pumped out his load. He knows it but that doesn’t mean that he has to like it. Sojiro can see the hunger and the frustration. It’s written plain as day on Hanzo’s face.

Seems they still have to work quite a bit on hiding his emotions after all…

“Father… please-” His breath is fanning across Sojiro’s wet tip. He can feel the vibration of his voice going through his cock. He brushes over Hanzo’s hair, then grabs it with fingers still wet from his insides, pulling his head back a little.

Hanzo’s mouth immediately opens wider, tongue sticking out. A perfect, bright red cushion for his father to fuck against.

“What a whore you are, my son,” Sojiro says softly, eyes boring into Hanzo’s flushed face. He moves his hips just enough to rub his cock against that slippery red muscle. “You beg for my cock as if you need it to live. How… disgraceful.”

Hanzo is breathing hard. He is panting, really, his fevered eyes staring up at his father, sleek cock standing at perfect attention, though he knows better than to try and jerk himself off without permission.

He looks like he wants to say ‘I do. I really do need it to live’. The mixture of lust and anger Sojiro feels at the utter submission his son displays is a heady cocktail in and off itself. The fingers in Hanzo’s hair curl into a tight fist. Hanzo’s face briefly twists into a pained grimace before relaxing again, eyes fluttering closed and a gurgling groan bubbling out from the depraved depths of his being.

He loves this. He loves getting hurt by Sojiro just as he loves getting fucked into his pathetic little free-handed orgasms. Tasting his father’s pre-cum has him drooling again. It is liberally dripping from the tip of his tongue and into the sand between his spread thighs.

He has no shame left in his delicious body. If Sojiro had ordered him to spread his cheeks in the middle of the beach, he would have done so; ever the sweet obedient little fuckdoll. Addicted to one cock and one cock only: the one his father allows him to have.

He maybe should have been just as strict with Genji to prevent him whoring around town, but it’s no use crying over spilled milk.

Sojiro stares down at his son, the moment dragging out into eternity while the warm sun shines down on them and the waves softly crash into the beach. Every now and then the wind will carry over the sounds of the other visitors, but mostly it is nice and quiet and they can completely focus on each other.

Hanzo is starting to all but vibrate. He can see in his face how much strength it costs him to keep his mouth nice and open and his tongue sticking out; instead of leaning in to suckle on his daddy’s dick just the way he desperately wants to.

Sojiro waits until the moment that he can see in Hanzo’s glassy eyes how his attention begins to wander; then he uses the grip on his hair to pull him forward, ramming himself down his throat in a single, violent thrust.

Hanzo twitches, trying to pull back out of reflex and not able to go anywhere. His eyes fill with tears from his throat getting stretched open on dick, but the overwhelming sensations move past as fast as they had come.

Sojiro hates how pretty his son looks when he is teary-eyed. It might be something that their enemies can exploit at some point… but he can’t find it in him to try and train Hanzo out of it. He’s too pretty for his own good, really.

And so very attentive… Once he’s gotten used to the feeling of his throat being filled, he tries awkwardly to suck on his father’s dick, body relaxing bit by bit until he’s all but hanging from Sojiro’s hand like a puppet.

“You take it all so well, Hanzo.” Sojiro speaks softer than he ever did when his boys were kids. He uses the grip he has on Hanzo to start moving his mouth along his cock. There is something impossibly addicting about seeing his lips dragging along his shaft, leaving shiny, wet skin in its wake before he fucks back inside that silky, warm space. “Better than your mother.”

Sojiro can see the moment his words sink into Hanzo’s overwhelmed brain. His eyes that had been all but closed fly back open again and he looks up at his father, flush crawling down his throat and into his chest.

Just like the whore he is, Sojiro’s words only get him hotter. More desperate. As if he’s always wanted to take his mother’s place and fulfill her duties. He whines on Sojiro’s cock, sucking him with even more enthusiasm. Making a fool out of himself.

And Sojiro lets him.

.o.

Cole has pulled his dick out of his swim trunks and is jerking off awkwardly with nothing but his spit to slick the way. It’s not nearly enough lube but it will have to do somehow. He wishes he could play along. That bitch Shimada certainly has enough spit to go around for everybody.

Right now he is gurgling on his daddy’s dick, looking like he’s trying to stuff his balls in alongside his cock in his greed to get everything, and drooling like a whore.

It’s a far cry from the pictures of the well put-together family he’s seen through the Blackwatch files but damn this is so much better. He likes ‘em nasty. A little freak in the sheets is so much better than a repressed virgin covering his face while getting his peach stretched open on dick.

The old Shimada really did well training him up, it seems…

[cyberrat]

80th Batch Of Fics: 5th Fill

Sojiro/Hanzo – Part 3/3 – shimadacest; voyeurism – Hanzo pussy better than his mommy's. You heard it here first, folks.

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Cole has to breathe into the crook of his elbow just to try and muffle any and all sounds that he is making. He does not think that either Shimada would be able to hear him at this point, but he also doesn’t want to fuck around and find out.

Not when he’s got Reyes breathing down his neck to not fuck shit up on one hand and him really wanting to stay to the end of this whole sordid affair on the other hand.

They’re fucking. They’re really, truly, honest to God fucking right there on the beach, hidden from the view of the general public by a few large boulders.

Shimada junior is on all fours, sticking his ass out like a bitch in heat, and his daddy is mounting up in a mating press. He’s guiding his dick with one fist to the swollen, pouty pussy that has been ready and good to go for so long, it had been a physical torture for Cole not to go over there and fuck his own dick in where it belonged.

The old Shimada is handsome, yeah, but he doesn’t hold a candle to his kid. Not when Hanzo looks especially curvaceous next to his skinny father. From what Cole had been able to see, he’s just so sure he could make those tits bounce if he just fucked him hard enough-

Shimada is pushing in. Cole wishes he could crawl closer, just to witness the glory of the old guy pushing into the plump little peach of his own son.

Cole is strangling his dick in his excitement.

.o.

The moment Sojiro’s glans pops past the swollen rim, Hanzo gurgles and his elbows give in. He can just about shift over a little to land on his shoulder instead of mashing his face into the sand and rocks beneath, but it is a close call.

Not that Sojiro cares much one way or the other. Hanzo is more than old and capable enough to look out for his own well-being; even when he’s getting fucked like a bitch in heat.

He whines, long and high-pitched as Sojiro tries to take things slow, easing his way into the creamy insides at his own pace.

He’s a very controlled and disciplined man… but there is just something about Hanzo that regularly makes him lose his cool and grapple with his own convictions.

Maybe it is how young and supple he is; or the sounds he makes when he is gradually losing his mind in his desperate pursuit for dick. Or maybe it is because he is his son. He can’t quite put his finger on it.

It does not matter, in the end. Not when he’s got his cock inside the juiciest snatch he’s had for years. He grabs Hanzo around the hips, back curved, riding him in a rather undignified way but not in the mood to change anything right now. Not when they’re on vacation and he can fuck his son in the wide open without anybody being the wiser as to what is going on.

Hanzo tries to somehow brace himself against the floor but he only managed to dig grooves into the rocky sand, hiccuping with every punishing thrust Sojiro gives him. He’s stirring up the young man’s insides dick first and Hanzo sings for it.

He’s stopped being nice and quiet now that there is neither a hand nor a cock to muffle his whines. Sojiro briefly thinks about telling him to quiet down, but… why should he? There is nobody close enough to hear Hanzo singing like a cat in heat.

When he shifts just enough, he can even make him yowl, his head lifting and back arching for his daddy so his ass can pop out higher and give him a better angle to work with.

Sojiro’s fingers dig deeper into Hanzo’s flesh, brow furrowing as he focuses on dicking down into his supple hole. It makes the most delightful squishing sounds when it is worked over like it is now. He can’t get enough of it. He might be a tad addicted to his son’s pussy.

“Your throat already is better than your mother’s, but your cunt is on another level.”

Hanzo’s body jolts, a gasp ripped out of the depths of his soul, it sounds like. Like he is shocked his father would use such crass language; like it is worse than getting his insides rearranged by the cock that made him.

He has some odd sensibilities, his Hanzo – but that is neither here nor there. It does not matter what gets his blood pumping and his dick wet as long as it happens easy enough that Sojiro does not have to pay much attention to him.

He’s still so damn sensitive… such a slut to get his hole spread nice and wide without a need for someone to touch that pretty little cock of his.

If Sojiro hadn’t put so much time and effort into raising him into the perfect heir, he would have made him into an exemplary whore, spreading his legs for the good of the Shimada clan.

In a way he is now too.

He is sweating and shivering and drooling into the sand like a beast of burden while Sojiro rams as deep into his belly as he can manage, balls slapping against his son’s perineum in a fast, punishing rhythm mirroring the pumping motions of his hips.

He should have brought him on vacation sooner… but then again, he might not have been ready for this amount of freedom. It wouldn’t do to have him sniff after other dicks… no, he had needed to get him addicted good and proper before loosening his leash just enough for this little outing.

Hanzo is digging his fingers into the ground. The way his fast, panting breaths start to wheeze, he does not need to tell Sojiro that he is about to shoot his load.

He can read him like a book.

.o.

Those Shimada don’t look like it but they sure as Hell can fuck. Cole’s fist is cramping around his cock, a steady drool of pre-cum dripping down to the rocky ground he’s standing on as he keeps jerking himself off with unsteady movements.

Every now and then he feels like he’s been too loud or too obvious and has to stop to pull back and listen nervously for any approaching footsteps.

They never come. Instead, they just keep fucking like degenerates and he feels so understood that he would love nothing more to go over there and try to feed the pretty boy his big veiny cowboy cock while his father keeps deep dicking him from the other side.

He can’t, though. Not if he values his life which would be very drastically shortened by Reyes.

So instead Cole does the next best thing: waiting to shoot his load until he can see the young Shimada starting to come; hands free like a damn popstar, flushed pretty dick twitching and spitting out ribbons of cream while he yowls like a cat.

It undoubtedly travels over to some of the other beach visitors, but who the fuck cares at this point?

Cole goes nearly crosseyed as he finally lets himself come, palm dragging a few times across his tip as if he’s about to polish it until he can feel the heat rising up through his shaft.

He absolutely has to keep tailing those two. Just to… keep an eye on them. Reyes surely will understand.

[cyberrat]

84th Batch Of Fics: 9th Fill

Sojiro/Genji – Part 1/2 – phone sex (kind of); exhibitionism; cockwarming – Hanzo calls his father to bitch about Genji and all his transgressions.

He does not know that Genji is right there, listening in.

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The phone rings. Sojiro’s eyes flick over to look at the caller ID, mouth twitching from an annoyed downward turn into a thin grin. His hand moves up, gripping Genji’s throat, the other arm curling around his waist to hold him nice and secure in his lap and stop him from bouncing.

The skin beneath his fingers is slick with sweat; they’ve been at it for a while and he has done precious little to help his son as he was moving on his lap, dragging his pussy’s slippery grip along his swollen cock.

“Still,” Sojiro cautions him, his other hand stretching out, finger hovering above the button to accept the call. “You will not make a sound while I talk to your brother, understood?”

His little sparrow exhales a shuddering breath. The back of his neck is flushed red and standing out in stark contrast to his green dyed hair.

“Understood?” Sojiro inquires again, his fingers squeezing tighter around Genji’s windpipe. The boy nods, his chin barely having moved up and down before Sojiro is already pressing the button. He leans back in his chair, still holding Genji nice and secure for now. The young man is sitting absolutely still, except for his insides. Those keep pressing down around Sojiro’s cock in involuntary little spasms, massaging him.

“Hanzo. I was under the impression that you had work to do. Why are you bothering me?”

“It is about Genji, father. You need to have a talk with him.”

Sojiro can feel the boy on his lap stiffening slightly, the rush of hair beneath his fingers stopping for a split second as Genji holds his breath, focusing more on the sound of his older brother’s voice than the cock spearing into his guts, which… won’t do at all. Sojiro shifts slightly, his legs moving apart and forcing Genji’s own legs to spread far as well, as they are hooked across his knees.

“I need to have a talk with him,” Sojiro repeats in a silky, dangerous voice. Hanzo does not reply but the silence on the other end appears more tense as he realizes his foolish error. There is a moment of quiet that feels like it stretches on for far longer as both sons wait for whether their father will explode or not. Sojiro delights in their quiet terror before he continues easily enough: “I might talk to him. If you tell me what this conversation should be about in particular…?”

They both exhale; Hanzo in relieve and Genji because he needs to breathe again. He’s leaning back against Sojiro’s chest, making him carry more of his weight as the adrenaline from before leaves him feeling trembling and weak. Sojiro takes his arm away from around his son’s waist, hand squeezing his hip encouragingly. Go on. Work for me.

Genji tries, half a groan slipping out of his throat before Sojiro’s hand clamps down over his mouth, silencing him before the sound can properly slip out into the room.

Hanzo starts to talk without a hitch; he must not have heard any of what was going on on the other end of the line.

“Well, there is a list this time, father. I have been compiling his transgressions from the past two weeks and just now have received more complaints both from his bodyguards as well as the cleaning staff. The list is as long as my forearm by now. You have tasked me with keeping an eye on him. I have kept the leash as short as I could without outright strangling him, but Genji keeps slipping right out from underneath my fingers. In fact, I have no idea where he is right now.”

Sojiro’s mouth twitches at that. His cock does a slow, luxurious flex in the desperately tight clench of Genji’s body. He can feel the whimper against his palm more than he can hear it. His fingers dig deeper into his cheeks as a quiet warning.

Be still. Or I will choke the life out of you.

Genji breathes quick and panicked, his own cock flexing out squirts of eager pre-cum. He is addicted to the fear, hard-wiring it into pleasure without fail.

“Is that so,” Sojiro answers after a heavy beat of more silence. There is not a quiver in his voice; not a hitch in his breath despite the pussy wrapped around him in a wonderfully silky embrace. “So you call me to inform me of your inability to contain your little brother and expect… what… from me, exactly? Pity? …Understanding?”

There’s a soft hiss heard through the phone line as Hanzo inhales sharply. Sojiro can picture his face quite well; a steep fold would have appeared between his brows right about now, a hectic flush trying to crawl up from the starkly pressed collar of his shirt. One that Sojiro has been trying to train out of him for years now.

He’s become better at it. But not perfect. Sojiro needs Hanzo to be perfect.

“No, father. That was not my… intention.”

Hanzo backpaddles so hard that Sojiro’s attention completely leaves Genji for a moment. He stares at the phone, his hand ripping away from his younger son’s mouth to instead slam his fist on the desk right next to the device. Everything on the surface rattles.

“Hanzo!” he barks, anger coiled tight in his chest. His other hand is gripping Genji’s hip in an iron hold, pulling him deeper onto his pulsing cock. “Do not waste my time!”

He can all but hear the thick swallow on the other end of the line. Hanzo’s voice is stiff as he replies: “Yes, father. I apologize.”

Sojiro exhales. He takes his fist off the table and instead curls it tightly around Genji’s cock. It is slippery in his palm and jumps overeager when it feels the touch.

Genji’s hands surge up, pressing against his own mouth in a desperate bid to remain quiet. He manages to do so… for now.

Sojiro, feeling calmer, leans back heavily in his chair and drawls: “Regardless. I am curious about that list you put together. How very proper of you, Hanzo. Well then… let’s hear my little sparrow’s transgressions.”

If Sojiro had been wondering whether or not Genji was even listening in on their conversation, he could be very sure of it now as he feels Genji’s insides clenching down on him in a vice grip. His cock tries to jump in the tight grip of his fingers, more pre-cum dribbling across Sojiro’s knuckles.

Ever the nasty little bitch looking for that spike of humiliation and danger.

“Yes, father. Of course. Just a moment.”

Hanzo’s voice is less tight as he calms down again and retreats into professional detachment.

Sojiro can actually hear him rustling with paper. He must have written it down by hand which oddly enough amuses Sojiro to think about.

“As you look over your notes… do you have any idea where my little sparrow could be right now?”

Hanzo sighs deeply and long suffering. “I do not, father. I am sorry. He snuck away from his guards while I was in a meeting. He could be anywhere at this point.”

Sojiro’s mouth twitches again, one finger slipping between Genji’s glans and his foreskin.

“Indeed.”

[cyberrat]

84th Batch Of Fics: 10th Fill

Sojiro/Genji – Part 2/2 – phone sex (kind of); exhibitionism – Does Genji crumble and give away what they're doing or...?

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“Well, the most common complaint about him would be his incessant sexual harassment of the staff. While he has finally stopped asking all the maids for their number, he keeps conveniently forgetting about putting on his clothes or even his underwear.”

Sojiro feels Genji jerking on his lap, an angry little grunt spilling from his throat before he can tamp down on it. Sojiro’s fingers dig harder into his hip as a warning. He’ll most certainly be leaving five very distinct bruises on his younger son’s hip.

“I see,” he replies, not necessarily interested in Genji flashing any of their employees. Sojiro has bigger fish to fry than shit like that and Hanzo knows that very well – though Sojiro also understands that the sensitivities of his sons are vastly different and Genji’s careless attitude to nudity scrapes Hanzo’s nerves raw.

Sojiro could not say the same of himself. He rather enjoys how easily Genji undresses once he slips into his father’s study, both his holes already wet and eager to receive cock. But Hanzo does not have the same privileges.

When Hanzo realizes that there is no other reaction forthcoming, he moves on to the next topic, though his voice is pressed and irritated sounding from the lack of anger from Sojiro. “He keeps squandering large amounts of money in clubs and on various individuals that he meets in said clubs. In addition to that, he has a major drug problem, letting himself get injected by strangers with unknown substances or willingly – some described it as eagerly – taking random pills from undisclosed individuals.

He’s been roofied no less than five times in the past two months and found naked in a bathroom stall once with clear signs of having been… used. And those are only the instances in which one of his bodyguards managed to track him down or outright go with him to his outings. More often than not he sneaks away to get his adrenaline kicks by himself.”

Sojiro narrows his eyes, staring at the side of Genji’s face. The other must feel the heavy gaze on him like fingertips creeping across his skin because he starts to shimmy his hips from left to right, working his hole until Sojiro can hear the wet smacks of his whorish pussy around his cock.

He is trying to endear himself like some kind of puppy in lieu of not being able to turn on his back and show his damn belly.

Unfortunately, it does kind of work. It is difficult to stay mad when one is balls deep in a hot and silky little hole keeping one warm.

“I see. That does pose a problem,” Sojiro finally says slowly. He does not know what annoys him more; the thought of Genji spending so much money in those goddamn clubs, or the fact that he is offering his body up like a cheap slut when obviously he belongs to his father.

“I will look into better bodyguards. If they constantly get bamboozled by him, they obviously are useless in their positions.” After a second of idly rocking up into Genji, almost fucking him but not quite, he relents just a little bit and concedes: “I might also have a little talk with him. Or half his allowance outright.”

Again, Genji jerks in indignation; but he keeps nice and quiet this time around.

Sojiro narrows his eyes, his mouth set into a crooked little grin as he lets go of Genji’s hip and instead slides his fingers in a tickling touch up his belly and toward his chest.

“Mh-mh.” The little sound of denial is so soft it almost slips right past Sojiro. He stares at the side of Genji’s face as he shakes his head, trying to dissuade him from touching his nipples.

In the background, Sojiro can hear Hanzo’s voice haltingly say: “Y…yes. Of course, father.” He obviously does not like Sojiro’s decision on the matter but he knows better than to try and argue with him over it.

Sojiro pinches Genji’s bar piercing between two fingers and tugs on it. The shudder running through the young man’s body can be felt throughout, ending in a tight, almost strangling grip around Sojiro’s cock.

“Are there more… problematic behaviors I should know about, Hanzo?” Sojiro leans forward, pressing a kiss against the back of Genji’s shoulder as he slowly manipulates the piercing in his fingers. Every now and then, he brushes against the young man’s nipple, just adding to the tension that he must feel down to his cock.

It has begun weeping again for him. He’s produced a slimy mess that Sojiro idly smears all over his cock and down to his perfectly shaved balls. They’re smooth and deliriously soft in his grip as he drags his thumb across one swollen testicle and leaves it glittering and sticky with pre-cum.

Hanzo sighs softly. When he speaks, he sounds somewhat defeated, probably already knowing the answer he is going to be getting: “Other than his absolutely atrocious manners and lack of respect whenever I have to interact with him… no. There is nothing else, father.”

“Good,” Sojiro murmurs against Genji’s shoulder. He becomes bolder as he tugs rudely on the piercing and slides two fingers up against Genji’s hole, rubbing along the rim that’s been keeping his erection nice and warm for the past hour or so.

When Genji starts to wheeze, he quickly moves that hand up, stuffing his fingers into his mouth instead and pressing down onto his tongue to let him taste his own desperation and quiet the sounds of his rapidly approaching orgasm.

“...father? Are you alright?”

Shit. Sojiro grinds his teeth in lieu of biting Genji until he’s close to bleeding. That would really get him to making some noise.

“Of course. Why would ask?”

“I just thought I heard… ah. Nevermind. I will leave you to your work now. Thank you for listening to me.”

Sojiro grunts but his reply already falls on deaf ears as Hanzo had quickly hung up – probably to prevent getting berated yet again.

As he finally pulls his fingers out of Genji’s mouth, the young man immediately devolves into desperate pleading. Usually, Sojiro would simply ignore it out of principle… but the truth of the matter is that the pressure in his sac has been all but unbearable even before Hanzo’s unwitting interference on their playtime.

With a growl, Sojiro hoists himself out of his chair, slamming Genji down on the surface of his desk. He holds him down by a hand on the back of his neck and rams himself into that creamy, clutching hole. It doesn’t take long – for either of them. Just a couple thrusts and Genji sounds like he’s choking on his own tongue while he spasms around Sojiro, taking him over that sweet, sharp edge.

He still has work to do… but Genji will clean him up. That might be a fitting punishment for his unruliness… or maybe Sojiro is simply reinforcing it. He can’t say that he cares.

[cyberrat]

Okay that last ask was super hot, uunf. I'm a big slut for shimadacest and it's got me thinking about Hazon being the at the bottom of a Shimada sandwich. His father is fucking him using Genji like a strap on and Hanzo has been slowly turning into an omega over the course of a few weeks because THATS how badly he wants one of them to knock him up. Genji cums before their father so he pushes his youngest aside to press his thick dick straight into Hanzos gaping, soiled hole. None of them know that he's fertile until his stomach and breasts swell and Hanzo has no idea whose baby it is.

I also like the idea of Hanzo forcing himself into turning into a omega for the sake of the clan because he needs to birth an heir as soon as possible. The elders are all alphas and help by fucking him as often as they can, one after the other. They're old with wrinkly balls, and some of them have trouble getting hard, and they're nowhere near as virile as they once were but they're going to keep fucking the desperate young man until he does what he's supposed to do and gets pregnant

Ommmffggggg y‘all know (or will know now) that I‘m such a slut for ugly bastard sex 😩👌 if they‘re old it‘s even hotter mmnnnfff

Hanzo forcing himself into becoming an Omega but being disgusted during every breeding he gets (and probably even more disgusted that he gets turned on by it 😌)

I also like the horrible thought of him getting fucked by his bro and father so mich that he has no idea who the baby daddy is looool

[cyberrat]

Genji had to get married for the good of the clan, and although his wife's pussy is lovely it has nothing on his brother's

YOU KNOOOOOW HE FUCKED HANZO LIKE A BUNNY.

Probably took his virginity too. Has been gooning after his big bro for as long as he could think. Stealing his underwear and sniffing it while jerking off.

Has to actively remind himself not to moan Hanzo‘s name when he fucks his wife. Probably bullies Hanzo into sending him pics of his pussy every other day. He‘s the biggest donator on stream. Just *waiting* for him to pump the newest baby out so *he* can put one in there 😌

[cyberrat]

Genji makes a habit of drugging his brother so that he can rape his hole at night and gets him pregnant on accident 😫

Omfgggg does he wipe him clean each time so Hanzo doesn‘t even know what happened, or does he leave him sticky and nasty and cream pied and watches him get super paranoid.

Also lololol ‚on accident‘. You fucking know he‘s a creep and tracks his brother‘s period so he can be an absolute gooner and try to impregnate him on purpose.

Nasty asshole 🥵🥵🥵

Hanzo completely helpless. Maybe he plays with the dosage of the drugs to get Hanzo half aware of what‘s happening and lets him fight back a little 😌

[cyberrat]

Genji impregnating Hanzo live on stream. Imagine how many tips would roll in once they realize that the guy raw dogging him, creaming him and pissing inside Hanzo's brick red hole is his *brother*. Genji would fuck him all through his pregnancy, slapping his pussy and grinding against his swollen belly until he comes like an animal against the tight skin. I bet their daddy is next in line to impregnate Hanzo's delicious little pussy, too

Genji is a fucking *natural* too. Completely takes over Hanzo‘s streams whenever he‘s the stud of the day. Really grinds it in that they‘re related.

Keeps calling him big brother and moaning about how he‘s been fantasizing about breeding him up for years.

Gets him in a breeding press so the viewers have a good look how he‘s hunched over him like a dog and rabbit fucking his squelching pussy.

Keeps talking to check through the donations that get read our by a robot voice and is so casually mean to Hanzo while he does it; pulling his hair, pinching him until he squirms, pulls out and threatens to fuck him in the ass just to hear him whine. Hanzo gets delightfully brainless once someone is mean to him.

Getting Sojiro in the mix is a whole *thing* because they can‘t make it obvious they‘re streaming the new breeding.