Patreon Compilation – Fic#112 – Reinhardt/Hanzo – titty torture; young!Hanzo (not underage!) – Hiding In Plain Sight (Patreon)

Hanzo slips into the room just so his father’s men won’t find him. Anger is brewing low in his guts. Why did Genji get to have all the fun, and the one time he decides to let his hair down a little, he is hounded like a dog?

He presses himself against the door, peering through the minimal crack into the hallway beyond. He can see both guards, their clothes blending in well with the surrounding clientele but the sharp jut to their jaws giving them away even so.

“Hmmm what a cute little kitten they have sent me.”

Hanzo’s back stiffens. He had been under the impression the room was unoccupied… though, thinking harder on it, he should have known that in an establishment such as this, rooms would not be given freely.

“What is it? Are you waiting for the room service, kätzchen? I have everything we need right here. Come… let me see your face.”

A shudder runs down Hanzo’s spine. What had that word been? He’s never heard it before. He slowly turns to peer at the man sitting on a couch shaped like a half circle. His insides feel liquid when he sees the sheer size of the stranger. He’s never seen a giant like him.

The man looks old; he’s got the white hair to show for it, but his face is gentle. The first thing that pops into Hanzo’s head is Santa Claus which is so ludicrous, especially in this situation and this place, that he nearly barks out a disbelieving laugh. Before he can get anything out, the giant stranger keeps talking.

“Come here. I won’t hurt you. Can you speak English? Oh, you are a gorgeous little treat. I had not thought my coin would hold much interest for the manager to send such a gorgeous little kitten. Come here to Uncle Reinhardt… there you go…”

Hanzo had pulled the door closed and taken his first few steps toward the giant without really thinking about it. His belly has drawn into a tight ball that only is half full of anxiety. Oh… nobody’s ever talked to him like that before.

Does the stranger think he is part of the establishment? One of the loose boys and girls and ready to make a quick buck by spreading their legs? Oh… oh. He kind of likes that. He’s always been fascinated by theater…

“Rein...hardt?” he tries. The name feels clunky on his tongue but the stranger’s kind face lights up so spectacularly that he can’t feel too self-conscious about it. Reinhardt extends a hand, so Hanzo puts his inside it, his belly going molten hot at just how he is swallowed up by the sheer size of this man.

“Yes, that’s right! So you understand me- wonderful!” The man curls his thick fingers around Hanzo’s entire hand and wrist, pulling him closer with an ease that makes him almost swoon. The large hands are warm and dry, gripping him and arranging him like a little doll. Reinhardt is not cruel about it but he also doesn’t ask for Hanzo’s input which is very exciting to him.

Within a few warm seconds that go by far too quickly, Hanzo is sitting on the man’s lap, his legs having to stretch so far that a warm ache starts up in his groin… which also might be curtsy of his sudden arousal.

Like everyone else in the establishment, Hanzo is wearing a kimono for easy access. Reinhardt does not hesitate to take advantage of it, lightly pushing it off of one of Hanzo’s shoulders. Baring him further to the room and the one-eyed gaze of the old man.

“Forgive me for my rush… but I am dispatched, you see- my time is sadly limited…” Reinhardt leans in, pressing a smacking kiss against Hanzo’s shoulder. “And you are so gorgeous, I want to sample it all…”

Hanzo’s head is spinning. He reaches up to grab at whatever he can reach from the giant, which is his mane of hair. It doesn’t occur to him that as a courtesan it might be more proper for him to ask until Reinhardt croons with a low voice:

“Yes, yes… touch whatever you want, kätzchen.” Thick fingers gently coax Hanzo’s kimono further apart, opening his belt to let it pool in the crooks of his elbows. “Oh… oh would you look at that… You have such sweet little tits-”

It sounds so lewd… like Hanzo should not be allowed to hear it despite being of age. His cock is pressing into the fabric of his fundoshi. It would just need a little bit of encouragement to have it slip out from the folds and into the open… Alas, his hands are intertwined in Reinhardt’s hair and trying to figure out how to let go seems like something his brain is not ready to do just now.

“What is your name, you sweet little peach?” Reinhardt asks. The rough accent he speaks with has Hanzo think that English isn’t his first language either. It makes this all the more exciting. Two complete strangers… probably never seeing each other again after just a few hours…

“Hanzo,” he whispers back with a hitch in his breath. Reinhardt’s thick fingers have found one of his nipples and are carefully squeezing it between the rough pads. They squeeze down on the pudgy areola and hidden tip until Hanzo’s back arches and stars explode in front of his eyes. The pain is something entirely new… nobody has ever dared to-

“Oh look how beautiful you are… taking it so well, aren’t you? Your gorgeous little tits are just made for it, you know… so pale and delicious looking-” Reinhardt interrupts himself by leaning in, opening his mouth wide and sealing it around Hanzo’s other nipple. He sucks, and it is sloppy and hard and has goosebumps rushing along Hanzo’s limbs as his fingers spasm in Reinhardt’s hair and jerk on it out of pure reflex.

It’s a good hiding place here, his brain supplies him with as Reinhardt sucks on his tit and pulls with his fingers on the other, pain and pleasure ricocheting through Hanzo’s body and focusing in the tingling tip of his weeping cock. The guards won’t ever look for me in here… riding a foreigner and letting him debase me…

It’s a weak justification for his actions, but it is more than enough for him to go along with it when Reinhardt reaches up and starts to fumble with the little tie holding his hair in a pony tail. The giant is not quite dexterous enough for it, so Hanzo reaches up himself to help him out; all the while his chest starts to dully ache from the gentle, continued abuse to his nipples.

Reinhardt hums when Hanzo’s hair spills over his shoulders.

“You are a vision, my dear. Beautiful. Perfection.” He looks down at Hanzo’s chest which is by now flushed a splotchy red from his thick fingers treating him so roughly, kneading into the plump flesh just to have him squirm with the ache of it all.

“Have you ever considered jewelry, my kitten? I could just imagine a gorgeous little silver ring through your teats… A black stone dangling from it. As dark as your glittering eyes…”

Hanzo is completely helpless, he realizes dully when all he does in response is wail softly, his mouth open as he pants for breath and his cock wets through the fabric of his fundoshi. Nobody has ever talked to him like this… so gentle yet somewhat degrading- He is so good at doing it, too… as if they’ve known each other for so long-

“You would look stunning,” Reinhardt concludes. He watches Hanzo’s flushed face as he covers his chest easily with both frying pan sized hands and squeezes his tits as if they truly were a pair of breasts.

He is digging his fingers into the tissue so hard that Hanzo’s breath hitches.

Reinhardt leans back some, smiling at him… looking like Santa Claus again until he opens his mouth and says softly: “I enjoy leaving bruises, you see… knowing I will be out there doing my duty while you keep carrying my marks…”

His eye is watching Hanzo relentlessly as he once again pinches one pudgy nipple between his fingertips, rubbing the silky skin between them and pulling on it until Hanzo reaches up and grabs his wrist with both hands.

Hanzo’s desperation hasn’t gone unnoticed as well: Reinhardt starts to drag fingers against the wet patch, rubbing against it and in turn against the sensitive tip of Hanzo’s cock.

The pleasure from it mixes with the pain of getting his tits abused.

Not tits… pecs… his own internal protest is weak… unsure. His hips are rutting, trying to fuck against Reinhardt’s big hand, but the soldier is pulling away with a maddening patience, seemingly anticipating all of Hanzo’s movements while he keeps pushing him higher and higher, the pain and the pleasure clashing in his belly until it aches-

“Come for me… give an old man a little candy before he has to go back to work,” he rumbles low and gentle. Hanzo doesn’t know how he does it; but he lets go of Hanzo’s abused nipple just to give his tit one semi-hard slap. It shouldn’t be possible, but… how does he do that-

Hanzo cries out hoarse, surprised by his own orgasm, hips hunching desperately in time with the pulses of cum he shoots into his fundoshi, the thick cream surrounding his cock and balls in shameful warmth while Reinhardt looks

like the cat that got the cream.