Patreon Compilation – Fic#53 – McHanzo – revenge porn; drunk sex; mean Jesse; slutty Hanzo – Pictures Don't Lie (Patreon)

“McCree. If you think you can just call on me as if I were your servant, you are sorely mistaken.”

Hanzo’s arms are crossed in front of his chest. He looks as foreboding as a man who can’t remember what he’s done a couple nights ago can look. Jesse just smiles at him serenely and steps to the side.

“Sure, buddy. Come inside, it’s not going to take long, I promise.”

Hanzo lifts one side of his lip in a derisive snarl. He makes sure to thump hard into Jesse’s shoulder as he walks past him. Jesse does not comment on it; just keeps on smiling slightly as he closes the door behind his Highness.

There’s a deep kind of satisfaction spreading throughout his body that he doesn’t think will evaporate anytime soon. There is just something primal and powerful about what he is going to do to Shimada in just a moment. Especially after he’s been such a fucking bitch for the past couple days.

It’s understandable, he thinks. After all, Hanzo has been trying to figure out who it was that fucked him silly on the roof and let him wake up alone and with his pants around his ankles.

“What is it. I don’t have all night for your idiot games, McCree.”

Hanzo is drumming his fingers against his bicep. In McCree’s opinion he looks less angry and more nervous now. It is like he is already starting to guess what all of this is about, and from the look on his face he doesn’t like it one bit.

The longer Jesse is just quiet, thumbs hooked behind  his gaudy belt buckle, grinning at Hanzo, the darker the other’s face becomes. He might look spitting angry to people who don’t know him, but Jesse sees how his ears are burning up with humiliation.

Ohyeah.

“Have a look at this,” Jesse drawls and turns to point a small remote at the TV. 

Hanzo immediately croaks: “No.” He is about to turn away. He looks… unwell. He knows exactly what is going to happen in just about a second.

Jesse Ignores the resistance and presses the button. The TV immediately flickers to life and the room is filled by the low, breathy moans of one Hanzo Shimada.

Jesse doesn’t even have to tell him to keep watching. Hanzo’s eyes are fixed on the screen where there is a close up of his own asshole, already gaping and flushed from getting fucked for a little while.

His own voice is coming through the speakers, slurred from the alcohol he had imbibed that night.

“Give it to me… c’mon…” There’s nothing sophisticated or High and Mighty about it now, and Hanzo looks like he is about to vomit onto his own feet.

The camera shifts a little back and now it can be seen that the Hanzo on screen is lying on his shoulder blades, his lower body curved up into the air. What’s visible of his face is a dark red from alcohol and lack of oxygen in the contorted position, but he still drunkenly grabs for his own ass cheeks to spread them even farther apart and show off the brick red insides of his intestines.

Jesse slowly lets his gaze wander from the video to Hanzo who is standing with his mouth slightly agape. His arms have lowered from their tight clench in front of his pecs to just dangle down.

“Easy now,” Jesse’s slowly drawling voice filters through the room. “Ye’re gettin’ it soon enough.”

“Now!” Hanzo immediately demands. “Give me your cock now, cowboy! I demand it!”

There’s the nasty sound of squelching as Jesse carefully makes his way over to Hanzo where he is frozen to the spot. He knows exactly what Shimada is seeing right now; Jesse’s ruddy, fat cock popping into his gaping asshole, the shaft crammed in after it with an ease that tells of how he must have fucked him silly before the start of the video.

“I have all of it on tape, if you want to see it,” Jesse croons into Hanzo’s red hot ear. He does not touch him; not quite yet. “You can see it all: you getting sloppy drunk and starting to get your tits out. And then starting to beg a real man to fuck you like the whore you are.”

On the video Hanzo’s eyes are rolling into his head and his tongue is almost lolling out. He looks ridiculous, but he very obviously is also enjoying himself. He lets go of his ass with one hand and instead cups his tit, pulling viciously on one inflamed looking nipple.

Hanzo in front of him slowly lifts his right arm to cup his left pec. He moves as if in a trance; like puzzle pieces are starting to slip into place.

“I think I ought to be… compensated for keeping it all under wraps, don’t you think?”

There’s a beat of silence, only filled by video-Hanzo’s gurgling moan as Jesse starts to really lay into him and dicking down into the creamy hole on screen-

and then Hanzo whirls around to face Jesse, his dark eyes glittering with malicious anger, his already serious mouth set in a fierce scowl that shows off the sharp tip of one canine.

“What exactly are you saying, you poor excuse for a cowboy?!” he hisses, one hand balling in the front of Jesse’s shirt.

Jesse keeps calm, slowly grinning at him. Undaunted.

“I am saying… that you’ve been a fucking bitch since day one, Shimada. You’re parading your body around like you’re God’s goddamn gift to mankind, and ye’re not lettin’ anybody have a taste of what ye’re offerin’.

“I’m sayin’ that that whole tasty little video is scheduled to play in a few sweet hours durin’ breakfast time when all of our mates are out and about grabbing some food, and only my voice can stop it from doin’ so.”

Hanzo’s spitting mad face is slowly derailing into something more disbelieving. He blinks slowly, staring at Jesse like he’s seeing him for the first time while slowly leaning away from him and letting go of his shirt. It’s like he realizes that Jesse is not the bumbling idiot he had pegged him as the whole time.

Before he can pull his arm away completely, Jesse’s hand shoots out and curls around Hanzo’s thick wrist, pulling him closer again with a steely grip.

“What I am saying is,” he croons, voice pitched into a deep rumble as he drags the rough hairs of his unkempt beard against Hanzo’s cheek to pinken it up. “You should get on the bed and spread your legs like you obviously can do very nicely… if you don’t want me to go spillin’ that little sex tape of yours.”

Hanzo is breathing in quick little puffs, his nipples hard and excited from the agitation that he is feeling. His ears burn with every new slutty drunk groan from around them. It sounds like Jesse has put the camera closer to the action at this point because the smacking of a cock moving inside a sloppy hole is… loud and filthy.

“Why are you doing this?” Hanzo says finally, throat feeling like it is going to close up. He has to focus on his breathing to keep it as calm and slow as possible.

Jesse grins at him, lowering his head and looking up at him from beneath the thick ring of his eyelashes.

“It’s the only way I can have you, isn’t it? You’re a prissy little bitch that wouldn’t give a gentleman like me the time of day… so I have to play a little dirty. I think you as a yakuza can respect that, hm?”

Unfortunately… Hanzo can.

He swallows hard, turning his head to glance at Jesse’s bed, his belly doing a slow, sensual flip low in his abdomen. He does not like any of this, but he can admit when he’s been outplayed. He has underestimated the man in front of him, simple as that.

When he is about to turn towards the bed, McCree suddenly grasps him around the shoulders.

“Oh wait… There comes the best part. Look.”

He turns him back towards the screen of the TV. Hanzo doesn’t want to watch his own defilement, but there is something morbidly fascinating about it as well.

His face on the screen is brick red and sloppy, peering up at the camera between his thighs with a blank idiot stare.

“On my face,” he slurs suddenly. “Come on my face!”

McCree, who had been very quiet up until now in the video, suddenly laughs, slow and dirty.

“As you wish,” he drawls, and Hanzo now watches with distaste as the ruddy cock is popped out of his used up hole, a big hand stripping it eagerly until ropes of cum splash against his face and the exposed front of his torso.

He’s not going to drink again any time soon.