ftm humbler where one end of a chain is clipped to your collar and the other end is attached to a clamp on your tdick. the chain is kept just short enough that you can’t stand, only crawl
Hanzo/Cassidy – cont B68F2 – Part ½ – mythical training AU – dragonhybrid!Hanzo; cock and ball torture; humbler; non-con/dub-con – Cole has thought up of another tactic to make the dragonhybrid heel.
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Cole throws a glance into the other stalls as he passes them. The hybrids that look back at him all seem docile enough; some of them even turning and presenting the moment that they see him. Those are the ones that are ready to get sent back to their owners – or to be sold outright.
He’s running a damn good facility here. He’s showing results; which is why his little pet project is annoying him more than it probably should. He moves toward one of the last stalls and peers inside.
Unlike the other beasts that he’s got in his care, Hanzo never graduated from the harness that they put on those that are too feral to be trusted. The magic sealing mark that has been tattooed into the small of his back is mirrored on the fancy buckle of the thing. It keeps him sapped of everything. His magic, his strength… just not his bad attitude, it seems.
The moment he lays eyes on Cassidy, he shows him his teeth, though the gesture seems much more performative now than it had been a month ago.
Cassidy is slowly making a headway with the bitch but it’s like pulling teeth. He kind of likes the challenge… but mostly he wants the thing to obey.
“Thought we’d be doin’ something different today,” he drawls. He lifts the device he has brought with him over the wall of the stall and shows it to Hanzo on his palm.
The dragon hybrid is staring at it, eyes narrowing. He does not make a sound of course, but it is clear he has no idea what he is looking at. Cole lightly moves it from left to right, watching the bastard never letting it out of his sight for a second.
“You know what that is? Of course you don’t. It’s a humbler. Nifty li’l thing. You’ll hate it.”
He grins lopsidedly. The beast shifts backwards a little as if he had understood. Cole has started to doubt his decade-long assessment that the beasts are all too dumb to understand anything.
This particular bitch seems way too smart for his own good most of the time.
“Hmn. Anyway. Be a good boy and back up. Go on- back up… there ya go. See, ye’re learnin’ somethin’ at least. The sweeter you’re bein’ on me, the nicer I make this whole experience for you. Got that?”
He’s just talking at this point. Most beasts react well to their handler talking even though they don’t understand it. Hanzo, luckily, is no exception to that. He throws Cole nasty looks but he does no longer have to be trussed up like a goddamn turkey to get any work done on his body anymore. The past lessons certainly left their impressions on the bitch.
Maybe he doesn’t want Cole’s whole arm inside his pussy anymore next time he pushes out an egg? Well that’s neither here nor there.
Cole’s got a hardon walking into the stall, the humbler feeling nice and heavy in his hand. He feels like he’s had one since the moment he thought of this brilliant idea. He’s sure this will be very fun. Just not for the beast.
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Watching Hanzo crawl with his nuts pulled back through the humbler is the funniest fucking thing Cole has ever seen. It’s also one of the hottest. He won’t deny that he’s quite fond of predicament bondage and watching the beast’s face as it starts to realize what is happening the moment it crawls forward on all fours is a pleasure in and off itself.
Just a few steps in, Hanzo starts to pull back on the leash, trying to sit his ass down and alleviate the pressure that the humbler inadvertently puts on his testicles.
Cole doesn’t put any pressure on the leash; just stands there and smokes a cigarette while watching the hybrid slowly figure out that no matter what position he puts himself in… the pull on his sensitive balls keeps up uncomfortably.
He starts sweating, strands of the well-kept black hair sticking to his skin as he twists awkwardly, trying to peer behind him and at the piece of wood pushing up against his thighs. He twists around two, three times, giving Cole a nice show of his plump pussy winking at him from beneath the muscular tail, then finally stops and just stares at his trainer.
The look on his face is comically accusatory.
Cole shrugs with one shoulder, snipping his smoked-up cigarette in Hanzo’s general direction. He lightly tugs on the leash.
“Come on. I got more presents for you.”
Hanzo pulls against the leash – but only for a second before he starts to reluctantly follow along. Slower than usual but at a steady pace overall. By the time they’re in the breeding room, Cole can see the change in the beast.
He’s sweating harder, a flush having risen up to his scaly skin all over his body; and just beneath his slim, trembling belly is his cock – curiously half-hard, bouncing with every motion. Undecided whether it likes the rude treatment to the hybrid’s smooth testicles.
Cole leads him around slowly. Hanzo’s eyes are everywhere at once it seems, staring at all the unfamiliar equipment; and very pointedly ignoring the ones that he is familiar with, like the thick nozzle that Cole used to pump that ooey gooey slime into his womb.
He hisses at that one, the fur along his spine standing immediately on end.
Cole can’t help but chuckle. He tugs on the leash. “Nah… that ain’t part of the menu for today. If you’re a good boy, that is. Come here, little fuckpuppet. Daddy Cass got something different in mind for you.”
He leads him over to the breeding stand; a very simple construction made to withstand the weight and power of hybrids that are much bigger and heavier than the sleek dragon he is leading behind him.
Between the sturdy wood beams of the stand hangs today’s breeding tube which Cole had put there previously. They got all kinds of sizes for their studs and while Hanzo isn’t meant to be one of them, Cole supposes that it can’t hurt to let him mount up for once. Get some of that infernal energy out of his system.
He’s not all bad, after all. Not always. He knows that the beasts thrive well on the occasional boon that they are allowed… only that Hanzo will find out soon enough that he’s just getting played with again.
Cole leans against the breeding stand and watches Hanzo crawl closer. He seems to have gotten used to the feeling of the humbler for now; at least he does no longer fight against it as he carefully stretches his back and daintily sniffs on the pocket cunt hanging there for him.
The plump opening is glistening wet from a mixture of lubricant and pheromones Cole had smeared around and into the opening, fucking two thick fingers into the thing and getting turned on in the process. He had been half considering pumping a load into the fake pussy himself. He might still take a round after the beast is done.
He doesn’t usually take the sloppy seconds from the pets but Hanzo is… different. He wouldn’t mind letting him watch as he grunt fucks the hole he just bred up. Might be worth considering in and off itself.
Lol Lucifer would definitely laugh at you if you asked to put him in a “humbler” but then when he sees it he’d be sweating and getting hard lmaooo
Definitely, he’d laugh thinking it’s just some kind of collar, and he agrees to it without a second thought.
There are several types you could use, and he’d definitely react differently depending which one it is
If it’s this one, boy, he’s excited and embarrassed because of how vulnerable it will leave…his ‘parts’ though he’d get hard while you’re putting it on, which only humiliates him further!
If you use this one, he’d be sweating the second you tell him where you’re going to put it on him. (Though he’s not any less excited and the fact it WILL hurt gets him excited.) He’d definitely be more obedient (or bratty, depending on his mood) and though he denies it, the tighter you make it you can’t help but notice he’s dripping ALOT precum, so much so that you might need a small towel to at the ready
Lucifer has no idea why it needs a remote, and you don’t tell him, so you put on him with no trouble. He’s wondering how is a punishment, sure it’s uncomfortable and mildly painful, but as a demon it doesn’t bother him much.
Then you grin and press a button, he yelps at the shock that’s sent straight to his balls, he doesn’t get the chance to hide the whimpering that follows, oh, did he cum from that?
