Patreon Compilation – Fic #134 – Blast From The Past! (Patreon)

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This blast from the past is Patreon Comp Fic#2! Please enjoy this McHanzo :)

SPH; Slutty!Hanzo; Dirty Talk; Consensual Humiliation; Hanzo has an average sized cock; McCree is uncommonly big – Hanzo has noticed it straight away and he can't stop thinking about it. It excites him so much...

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These thoughts and… urges… are foreign to Hanzo. It is not in his nature to feel anything less than absolutely confident and superior to others; a trait that has not changed even after killing his own brother.

Humility is not something he is accustomed to, even more so when it concerns his own body which has never been anything less than a excellently honed weapon.

He is gorgeous and he knows it. His body is at peak perfection.

And yet…

The first time he sees McCree in the showers, he has to stop and stare – long enough that McCree comments on it, humiliatingly enough.

“Wanna have a picture, pal?” His slow drawl is easily discernible even over the loud pitterpatter of the shower. Hanzo jerks himself out of it and wills his face not to heat up in an ungainly flush.

He would not deign to answer McCree; or acknowledge the fact that he’s been caught staring at the man’s cock.

His disturbingly large, girthy… cock.

Hanzo himself has a nice dick. He knows it even without various partners being more than happy to assure him of the way it is just as perfect as the rest of him.

But staring down at it inconspicuously while shampooing, then glancing over at McCree out of the corner of his eyes… He looks… he looks almost…

He looks small.

McCree hasn’t said more, just shrugging and going about his business. Hanzo is suitably sure he’s forgotten about the whole thing just a few seconds after. But Hanzo… Hanzo can’t forget.

He almost wishes he did have a picture just to look at his own leisure. At the thick, unkempt bush of pubes McCree had cultivated between his thighs, out of which his cock just… hung. Fat and darker than the rest of his skin, the tip hidden in a silky, generous slip of foreskin.

At first he finds himself trying to rationalize the whole encounter.

He probably does not change much when erect. What he has might just be it.

But even then – what McCree has is… substantial. Intimidating. Arousing.

He realizes that within his own walls, he can fantasize about whatever he wishes. Nobody is there to judge him for his hot, pathetic thoughts; about how he wonders just what would happen if McCree actually would grow even bigger when erect.

“It would be obscene,” he whispers, his hand on his cock, basically strangling it. He throws his other arm across his eyes. He feels a curious mix of anger and arousal as he jerks it with sharp, pissed-off motions. “Just… just obscene. Nobody could take a cock like that.”

But what if… someone could?

The thought skitters through his brain again weeks later, when McCree’s hand slams into the tile next to his head, and he is cornered by the man in the communal showers.

Hanzo stares up at him quietly, face set in a neutral, almost-bored expression as McCree looks down at him with a considering look. They’re both naked and wet, and Hanzo can feel himself wanting to look down at the thick dark bush of pubic hair and the obscene cock lazily swinging there.

“So,” McCree drawls, deep voice easily heard over the din of the still-running showers. His dark brown eyes lazily glide along Hanzo’s body, unashamed in looking at him, and Hanzo can feel himself flush to his humiliation. McCree stares down at him and he just knows he’s looking at his cock which is slowly lifting in anticipation like an over eager puppy.

He wonders what McCree thinks about his cock. Whether he thinks it is… small. The thought makes heat explode in Hanzo’s belly and his face takes on a pinched look.

“I’ve seen ya looking, and I was willin’ to just ignore it until you’ve had your fun, but… I start thinkin’ that you kind of don’t want me to wait.”

McCree reaches down and now Hanzo can’t help but look, his mouth going dry as he sees McCree’s big fist wrapped around his big cock. It is rapidly growing in his grip; getting even fatter and more obscene, and Hanzo doesn’t know what to think. What to feel.

His hand has wandered to his own erection, mimicking McCree – and finally he can see just how perverse the difference between them is; how his own perfectly normal cock is positively dwarfed by McCree’s.

“Come on, then,” McCree murmurs gently, like he’s talking to a kid, and not an assassin that is transfixed, nearly drooling at the sight of his dick. His hand clamps down on Hanzo’s shoulder and it takes no pressure at all to gently guide him down onto his knees in the very open, very public showers. “You can play with it if you wanna. I don’t mind.”

McCree is no stranger to this scenario, Hanzo realizes dazedly. He’s had it happen before: helpless men and women being sickly obsessed with what he’s packing. He thinks about others like him, drawn in like moths to a flame, just needing to… try… just once wanting to touch…

Hanzo makes a weird gurgling sound in the back of his throat. He’s strangling his cock and it hurts, but he barely registers it as his brain overloads at being on eye-level with McCree’s monster cock.

McCree makes a soft, sympathetic sound in the back of his throat, his hand now in Hanzo’s hair, petting it. “I know,” he commiserates; talking to a confused animal now.

Like he knows what it’s like to have his world tilting on its axis from nothing but the dirty cock on a dirty, ludicrous man.

He tilts his hips forward, and smears the crown of his dick against Hanzo’s lips like a lipstick.

“Jus’ open up. It’ll be better soon.”

Hanzo’s mouth falls open, his tongue fluttering out and against the hot skin. He tastes like nothing; the water is washing everything away before Hanzo can register anything, but his heart is still pounding too fast in his chest.

McCree is scratching at his scalp, still talking. “You like big dicks? Lotsa people like ‘em. You wouldn’t believe how many size queens are out there. Hadn’t figured you as one but… well. Surprises I guess.”

Hanzo frowns in annoyance and lifts his free hand, curling it around McCree’s balls. God, but they are just as large and substantial; heavy and round in his palm. They feel filled to the brim. Like they could shoot him full of cum and leave him feeling bloated with it. Like they could… Like they could breed someone. Like there is no chance that McCree couldn’t impregnate someone without trying after opening them up on his monster cock and washing them out with his cum.

Hanzo gets dizzy at the thought. He has stopped moving his hand and is simply holding on to his own dick.

He is not small. But he feels like it in that moment. Feels… inferior to McCree’s ridiculous junk, and maybe McCree picks up on it, because he starts talking again; a bit hesitant this time.

“Some also like feeling… small… I guess…”

Hanzo groans. He’s trying to figure out a way to dislodge his jaw so he can fuck McCree into his throat, but McCree’s hand in his hair his keeping him at bay, his voice low and soothing as he shushes him.

“Easy now… easy…” and then he continues, feeling a bit more bold: “Some fellas like the humiliation, you know. They’ve never had someone dwarf ‘em like that so they never realized how much they like it when they’re… smaller… than other men. Makes ‘em feel… less potent…?”

His voice is a little lilting now, like he knows exactly what he’s talking about but tries to figure out what gets Hanzo off; doesn’t want to step in a mine field and get those sharp little teeth in his dick.

Hanzo closes his eyes tightly and groans, his cock spurting pre-cum excitedly, and McCree is now holding his head still and moving his hips in an odd twisting motion, fucking his dick against the inside of Hanzo’s cheek.

“They like the thought of not measuring up to the guy with the big dick,” McCree murmurs, and Hanzo just listens. Lets him use him. He stares up at him blearily, not feeling the usual need of having to assert his dominance.

“You got a nice cock,” Jesse mutters, voice gone a bit throaty. “But not as nice as mine. It’s even pretty small, compared to me, isn’t it? D’you think a lady would choose you over me? I don’t think so. They know exactly who can make ‘em the babies, and it ain’t your little cock.”

Hanzo shakes through an orgasm, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, then sliding down his cheeks in abject relief.

When Jesse starts coming, coating his tongue with bitter cum, he begins dutifully swallowing it all down.