Patreon Compilation – Fic#129 – McCree/Hanzo – werehorse!Jesse; masturbating a horse – Holding The Reigns 2 (Patreon)

McCree/Hanzo – Jesse is a werehorse/shifter that has fallen on bad luck getting caught and injured and being stuck in his horse form where he is used as a rodeo horse and being pretty feral. Hanzo takes a liking to him, though...

This is Part 2 of a 4 part series.

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Part 2 (this one)

Part 3 (Patreon Link)

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Hanzo knows that his guards are behind his back ridiculing his careful approach with his new steed, but he doesn’t care. At least not enough to change his behavior toward the stud. Guards are exchangeable – a loyal companion is not.

He feels like King appreciates the treatment. He has been an impressive sight on the fields where he bought him, but since coming into Hanzo’s care, he has become downright beautiful. There is a new sheen to his coat; glossy and healthy, almost covering some of the scarring he has endured while under the care of other masters.

He even has put up more muscle in Hanzo’s opinion. He is easily double the width of any of their normal, skittish steeds; a complete 180 to the finely pedigreed animals his family usually keeps around… and very much Hanzo’s in that regard. He does not care for the opinion of others. He adores his stud, even though he has yet to try and ride him.

Instead, he… bonds with him. It’s what Hanzo tells himself. It is bonding what he is doing and not… not… molestation.

He stands at the entrance to the stables, the area bathed in the warm orange light of the setting sun, and melodiously whistles. At the very back of the pasture, King lifts his head immediately. Hanzo can see him twist his neck to peer toward the stables before turning and starting an easy gallop toward him.

There is something so insanely… human about the way King sometimes acts that it has Hanzo’s fingertips tingle whenever he notices it. This steed is very special indeed. He seems just intelligent enough to be dangerous, which is something insanely interesting to Hanzo.

That he is beautiful just adds to his allure. His massive muscles play beautifully beneath the thin coat of fur as he runs toward him, his large hoofs drumming against the ground. He’s so heavy, Hanzo can feel it vibrate through his feet.

“There you are… very good,” he murmurs when King pushes his head against his chest without hesitation to get some cuddles in. “Come inside, then… tomorrow will be an important day.”

.o.

It is an important day… but King makes it surprisingly easy. He only takes a look at the large, light saddle thrown over the beams of the fence, and the bridle waiting for him, before he… starts to lower himself to the ground like a show horse.

Hanzo is startled; for a second he thinks the large stud is simply trying to get out of being ridden by him, but the way he holds himself and looks toward Hanzo seems… expectant. Trusting.

Hanzo comes slowly closer, one hand outstretched. King has yet to hurt him, but he can’t deny that he is rather… respectful of what the large animal could do if it were annoyed. As is, he just pushes his head into Hanzo’s palm and lets him scratch his forehead for a while before waiting expectantly for him to throw his leg over his side so he can carefully get up with Hanzo clutching at his thick mane so he wouldn’t slide right back down.

The feeling of sitting bareback on the stud… feeling his muscles move beneath Hanzo’s thighs; powerful and elegant as he starts to walk, easily led by the gentle push of Hanzo’s calves…

It is something else. Something entirely else. And if he has a hard-on when he slides off of King’s back eventually, it is just between him and this very intelligent stud who sniffs at the bulge in his pants and flicks his ears as if amused.

.o.

Jesse can’t deny that he finally got the jackpot by being bought by this horny young man. It’s not only that Hanzo is easy on the eyes and respectful of Jesse’s… everything – it’s also that the clever little hands seem unable to really keep off of his person.

Which is not bad. Not bad at all.

He eventually allows Hanzo to put a saddle and bridle on him, but more often than not, he simply lays down for the human to slip onto his back. He is so damn light despite the fact that he is dense with muscle… it is not easy to carry him around for a few hours; one ear always swivelled back to make sure he is safe on Jesse’s back and nothing is amiss.

Humans are disgusting – but Hanzo is less so. He is disgusting in all the right ways. Like when Jesse lies down yet again to let him mount up, and instead of doing so, Hanzo squats down next to him and starts to rub his belly, his cheeks flushed feverish red and his eyes a little glassy.

Horny little fucker.

Right up Jesse’s alley.

Jesse twists his neck around and huffs warm breath against the nape of Hanzo’s neck. He can feel the young man shivering, fingers pressing a bit more firmly against the swell of Jesse’s stomach. He gently lips at Hanzo’s skin. He always smells so good… clean and warm and almost a little flowery.

Hanzo’s shoulders move up as if to try and push Jesse away.

“You’re tickling me…” the kid’s voice has dropped considerably lower. There’s a bit of a laugh hidden in there, but Jesse can tell that he is mostly one thing – horny.

He decides to help things along and moves further on his side with a little grunt, no longer preparing to get back up on his hoofs once Hanzo has mounted up. Instead, he even lifts his hind leg a little to show him where exactly he wants those talented hands.

It’s more something a dog would do, but Hanzo does not seem taken aback by any of it. Quite the contrary.

“You are so intelligent that it is humbling, King.”

Jesse flicks an ear, eyes half closed. They’re completely alone, as they usually are. He has made it a point to show that he does not tolerate being handled by anyone other than Hanzo. He’s trained them all quite well.

With his wounds healed like they are now, he could finally change back whenever he damn well desired… but why should he? As a human, he doesn’t have a family, no designation, just the endless wandering through endless forests. And here, now… Hanzo is developing into the perfect little cocksleeve if he keeps on going on the path he is at…

Though it does rankle for some reason that he can’t hear his true name from the kid. All breathy and awed as he brushes a hand over the stud balls and feels their immense weight.

It has been quite some time since Jesse had been able to pump his load out. There are a few mares here, but they’re all kept separated from him. What a shame.

Good thing Hanzo is developing into a picture perfect mare just for him…

.o.

Hanzo keeps swallowing, but his mouth is flooded with saliva again and again. King has laid down comfortably and relaxed, showing off the fat sheathe and heavy balls that Hanzo has been eying for… for far longer than he is comfortable to admit.

He doesn’t want to say that it has factored into his decision to purchase the stud, but…

God, they’re large and warm in his hand, slightly twitching as he feels them up and tries to keep an ear out for anybody that might be approaching.

When he reaches for the fat sheathe with his other hand, he can feel King’s cock already; nice and big and swollen in obvious anticipation. The stud is so… scarily intelligent. He knows exactly what this is about, Hanzo has no doubt about that.

It only takes a few gentle drags of his palm along the warm shaft to have it start sliding from the sheathe; long and relaxed, no sign of shyness or unwillingness as the massive horse cock emerges.

Hanzo’s insides clench down. He is nearly getting nauseous with how badly he wants to play with the massive dick.

King has turned his head again, his gentle dark eyes watching Hanzo’s every move as he takes the stud’s dick in both hands, rubbing and squeezing… then finally leaning down to lap at the flared tip, tongue easily dipping into the piss hole… gently teasing the tender edges.

King grunts. He sounds almost human. He is so… greedy about this all; holding perfectly still to let Hanzo jerk him off. The fact that he keeps staring at him only gets Hanzo hotter. He wishes he could open up wide enough to stuff the fat stud cock into his throat, but alas… he can only hug it against his chest as he keeps kissing and suckling at the tip, greedy and unrelenting, eyes on the swollen testicles that twitch every now and then… until suddenly they pull up tight.

A fraction of a second later, warm, gooey come splashes against Hanzo’s face. He lets a hand drop down, squeezing his cock painfully hard, hips twitching as he comes in his clothes while getting all but bathed by the stud’s cum.

King groans long and drawn out; comically in his relief.

Afterward, he turns his head and starts to lip at Hanzo’s neck again, gentle and friendly.

It feels as if they have… grown together more.