Patreon Compilation – Fic#58 – McCree/Hanzo – Dom/sub; top McCree first time subbing; topping from the bottom; riding; trans Hanzo; PIV – A First For Everything (Patreon)

McCree is holding the riding crop Hanzo had put prominently on the center of the bed before vanishing in the bathroom to change. The tall American’s hands are bound neatly in front of his hairy belly, yet still the innocent length of riding crop looks dangerous in his big paws.

It’s so easy to imagine McCree as a Dominant; lording over a sweet little submissive; maybe stepping on them and stuffing their face into one of his hairy armpits. He seems like the type that would have no problem keeping a submissive in line – but today he’ll be on the other end of the exchange.

Hanzo’s skin prickles with goosebumps at the realization that he will be responsible to tame all that raw power. He drags his tongue against his bottom lip, closing the bathroom door as gently as possible behind him.

“Getting second thoughts?” he croons, and McCree’s head snaps up to him. Oh… the big bad Dom is being a skittish pony. Hanzo likes those the most. The ones that are pumped full with that nervous bluster, thinking they can one-up him right until the very last moment.

McCree is more elegant about it, at least. He smiles roguishly as his eyes trail Hanzo’s form; the prominent dip of his waist accentuated by the corset just as much as the plumpness of his tits.

The high boots that make it seem like his legs are longer than they are.

The juicy cunt between his strong thighs.

His eyes pause there, staring, mouth slowly going slack from its grin as his pupils dilate and his body flushes a ruddy red. Getting ready to mount and conquer and breed.

The corner of Hanzo’s mouth tips up and he stalks closer; letting him see the bounce of his strong pecs.

McCree is nearly a head taller than him, but when Hanzo comes to stand in front of him, he extends his arms and offers the riding crop up on the palms of his hands like an offering to a God. Perfect. He will be such a good boy for him – he just knows it.

Hanzo takes the riding crop away from him, not breaking eye contact. There’s a swishing sound as he suddenly slices it up through the air, pausing mere millimeters away from slapping McCree in the face, and instead uses the tip to gently nudge the big American’s chin up; showing off the only other stitch of clothing he is wearing: his collar, leash dangling between his hairy pecs.

McCree’s Adam’s Apple bobs. He’s not used to being on the receiving end of being played with, and it shows. He looks… stupidly into it, and Hanzo’s body flushes with interest.

He takes the crop away and places his free hand in the middle of McCree’s chest, pushing and grabbing the leash at the same time. McCree goes like a dream; letting himself get situated in the middle of the bed for Hanzo to straddle and curl his palm around his new sub’s interested cock. He rolls his hips, hugging it against his mound; letting both of them see how far up his belly it goes. It’s nice and silky and hot, and Hanzo can’t wait to have that inside him. Spreading him open. Making McCree fuck him like the stud he is.

“Are you ready?” Hanzo murmurs, hips keeping up a slow roll even though the corset makes it difficult. The way McCree stares at him while he nods frantically – like he’s hung the moon and the stars – makes it worth it, though. McCree’s big hands are curled in on each other, resting awkwardly just beneath his pecs; trying to keep nice and out of way for Hanzo.

What a good boy he is.

Hanzo lifts himself up and lets him see… everything. The riding crop is next to them for the moment, one fist holding the leash tight, the other hand gently spreading his cunt open to let McCree see the candy pink insides and the proud jut of his cock.

McCree looks like he’s going to have a heart attack. His hirsute belly clenches. It’s laughably obvious that McCree wants to flip them around and pound Hanzo until he squeals like one of his little submissives, so Hanzo gives the leash a sharp tug and starts feeding himself that gorgeous big cock before McCree can get any funny ideas.

It is… perfect. Indescribable. McCree’s silky cock spreads him and spreads him and spreads him before the fat glans has even popped inside completely, and Hanzo knows he can’t hide the ecstatic flutter of his eyelids.

The burn is delicious. It goes through his whole body, tingling in his toes and fingertips and lighting all his nerves up like a Christmas Tree. He wants to reach down and fondle his own cock, but it is too early to indulge himself.

Before he can give McCree a treat, he will have to break his new stud in… Give him a taste of how good it can be to submit…

He fumbles to the side until his numb fingers finally close around the handle of the riding crop. McCree looks up at him like he is an apparition. He has flushed a ruddy red, his dark eyes bright and wet and desperate as he lies there, every muscle trembling in anticipation.

They are both overwhelmed by what is happening and try to play it cool.

Hanzo is kneeling over him, not quite stuffed full of everything that McCree has to offer, and he slowly curls the leash once more around his fist until the leather creaks and McCree’s chin tips up in submission. There’s a bewildered expression flitting across his face that strokes Hanzo’s ego immensely.

He gives McCree his first tap; a tiny little swat against his thigh, yet McCree jumps as if it had been something meaner and harder. Hanzo’s pussy aches at even that little movement.

It is glorious. Perfect.

He can feel a kind of tunnel vision encroaching as he keeps his back ramrod straight and begins to put his new pony to work; he keeps a tight hold on the leash while he gives him little taps to encourage him trying to fuck up into the tight clutch of his cunt. The immense stretch and drag pulls at his cock as well; sharp enough to have tears spring up in his eyes.

McCree is wheezing within minutes. He is used to work, of course, but working as a Dominant is different, and it shows on the way his eyes bulge as he tries to follow suit, feet scrabbling behind Hanzo, trying and failing to find purchase on the purposefully slick sheets.

Hanzo answers his desperate grimace with a sharp, feral grin of his own. He can feel tears itching at the corners of his eyes by just how rudely his pussy is put to task. He doesn’t know when the last time was he’s been spread so impossibly wide. Impaled so impossibly deep.

His pecs bounce eagerly with every sloppy thrust from below, and McCree is staring at them spilling over the top of the corset like just focusing on them will keep him from embarrassing himself.

When he slows down, Hanzo jerks on the leash and taps faster; a sharp beat that McCree has to follow even though he whines and sweats and struggles.

Pushing them both ever closer to the edge.

Hanzo is staring at his face, trying to anticipate the moment he’ll have to pull back and gentle his pony down; keep him from spilling his seed too fast, but-

He only has a split second; the flitting of a queer little expression over McCree’s brick red face is the only warning either of them have before he can feel him explode inside him; the thick pulsing of his fat cock in the clutch of his silky little pussy as he pumps ribbon after ribbon of cum into him.

McCree’s expression is one of utter despair. He whines, garbling something that might be an apology. The muscles in his delicious arms are flexing, giving Hanzo a nice show that distracts him at least a bit from the fact that he hasn’t come yet while his playmate has creamed him prematurely.

“Sorry,” McCree finally slurs. He sounds drunk, Hanzo notices with smug satisfaction. Drunk on Hanzo Shimada’s perfect cunt. He lifts up slowly, McCree’s cock flopping out of him with a disgustingly messy sound and a deluge of thick cum. Both of them groan. Hanzo’s cock is twitching. It’s hard and needy and he is so deliciously close.

He knee-walks up until he’s straddling McCree’s scruffy face, leash and riding crop somewhere behind him as he harshly grabs McCree’s hair with one hand and spreads his pussy with the other.

McCree stares at his poor, ruined little hole like he’s having a religious experience.

Hanzo starts frantically jerking himself off, dragging McCree’s face up with the sharp grip he has on his hair, and McCree does not even make a peep of discomfort.

He just extends his tongue like the good boy that he is until he can drag it through the mess he’s left behind; circle the inflamed looking little hole that he’s stretched out on his big brute of a dick.

That’s all it takes.

Hanzo comes almost silently, his whole body seizing up, dark stars exploding in front of his vision as his arm goes on autopilot. He is coming like a freight train, spraying his release all over McCree’s face, his fingers pushing him on and on and on, thrumming against his cock until he can’t help a sharp, avian cry after all.

He can’t remember the last time he’s come like this. He feels faint, sobbing behind clenched teeth, body begging for release but his hand just dumbly keeping on jerking off and keeping him on that knife’s edge of pleasure.

He is squirting all over McCree’s face, and the boy – bless him – stays nice and put and lets him drench him in his fluids.

He even begins to lap at him again when Hanzo finally, finally, finally calms down and lets his cramping arm flop to his side.

A perfectly good submissive has been wasted on this boy. Hanzo just has to rectify that.