Extension July 2021 Drabble #1 (Patreon)

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Hanzo/? – temperature play; orgasm delay/denial; unsatisfying orgasm – Prissy bitch Hanzo gets the tables turned on him and he hates it all the way to the end. Until he doesn't.

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… or not. The cold is back with a vengeance, sliding in deep until a shudder races down his spine, ending at the very tip of his tailbone.

A rough cry rings in his ears. It only occurs to him after a few long heart beats that it had been his own. He is ripping at the sheets like a cat but he can’t bring his tongue to form any coherent words when his stud isn’t giving him any reprieve and instead keeps ramming into him with the icy cold condom.

His thrusts are almost… brutal. Certainly not caring for whether Hanzo gets off on them or not, which… oh, that won’t do. That won’t do at all. He’s grabbed the sorry bastard from the bar because he thought he would get a nice eager cock that would be all too thankful for the pity fuck by the hot guy. But what he gets is an ugly bastard that uses him like a discarded cum rag, drilling him with a belligerence that rubs Hanzo the completely wrong way.

How dare he-

His tongue just doesn’t follow suit. All he manages to get out are rough squawks as he is still held down and fucked like a bitch. The cold is pervading his body and making it even harder to think. At one point the bastard pulls out and instead rubs his icy condom clad cock against Hanzo’s balls.

It feels like his body seizes up. Certainly his balls are; swollen as they are they try to pull up and crawl back into his goddamn body while he jumps like a rabbit with its hind legs caught, crying out in distress.

His stud doesn’t show any empathy. Instead he grabs one of his arms and twists it on his back until the pain causes him to become nice and still, tears sprung to his eyes. This goddamn bastard. He would strangle him.

Later. After he’s finally gotten off.

Despite the pain of sudden cold to his testicles, they are still brewing with an orgasm that is tickling Hanzo just beyond the edge of where he could grab it and force his body into submission. He’s been on the precipice for… he doesn’t know how long. Too long. He just wants the bastard to fuck an orgasm out of him. He just wants to have what he wants.

He kicks his legs uselessly, throwing a tantrum like a toddler while his stud has him pretty neatly packed up just the way he needs him to. He’s kneeling over Hanzo’s prone form where he can’t be kicked, Hanzo’s cunt in easy reach for him and his stupidly cold condom.

Hanzo can’t even let himself drop down and fuck his cock against the bedsheets because the asshole is grabbing his hips with his free hand and keeping him in a nice presenting position, only the tip of his dick occasionally brushing against the sheets.

It’s infuriating and he hates it, hates it, hates it! What he especially hates is how hot his body is getting for all of this damnable mistreatment. As soon as the icy cold touch to his balls is gone, they are throbbing with a vengeance, his load churning in them. In the absence of cold it feels like magma waiting to shoot out of his overworked cock. He can’t wait… he just wants to come so badly!

His stud is quiet at least. Other than his heavy, almost wheezing breaths as he keeps giving it to Hanzo hard. Who would have thought that the bastard could fuck like this…? Hanzo certainly not.

He had been planning on a nice evening of spreading his legs and letting some ugly asshole fuck him and showering him in thanks and praise. He’d certainly not been expecting this.

At the very least he did not have to do a thing other than lie there and let the stud fuck use his hole. It’s a small consolation for the indignity he has to suffer by not being dicked in the exact way that he wished for.

The icy cock slides right back into his guts. Hanzo can’t help but bear down on it. There’s something about the sheer cold in his intestines that makes him feel… bloated. Like he has to use the bathroom immediately, lest there be an accident.

It only adds to the dizzying feeling of claustrophobia. His mouth is open and panting. He’s drooling a bit but he can’t do anything about it as his brows are crinkled with focus and his intestines keep bearing down on nothing but the rude cock fucking into them.

His shoulders ache. He doesn’t want to keep bracing himself on one elbow, but he is trapped in the position. Trapped to be fucked by this madman and offer up his body for his amusement. Hanzo gnashes his teeth. He doesn’t like being forced to put effort into fucking. He just wants to lie back and be praised for how gorgeous he is.

This is… pretty much the opposite of what he was seeking out tonight. He has been bamboozled by a drunk, lonely idiot at a bar. That doesn’t sit right with him. Doesn’t sit right at all.

Yet all he can do is take it while trying to force his body into submission. He tries to come but the orgasm keeps teasing him just out of reach. It’s like a sneeze that is just tickling him incessantly, tears shooting into his eyes and frustration tightening his muscles throughout his body.

All the while his stud is wheezing away above him, fucking with a surprising amount of stamina. Maybe it is the ice cold condom that he is torturing Hanzo with. Maybe he feels it on his cock in turn. He hopes so. He hopes this ugly bastard has to suffer for what he’s putting Hanzo through.

Making him put effort into bracing himself and reducing him into a drooling mess in the process. He hates not being perfectly put together, and having his thighs shake and his guts bear down on the cold intruder is certainly not what he usually likes to show of himself.

His stud pulls out again. Hanzo’s toes curl. He is clutching at the bedding and biting into it in frustration, lest he be screaming like a cat. His body is trembling, almost warming up despite itself while the ugly bastard is mopping sweat off his forehead and waits for the opportune moment to surge back into Hanzo and shock him all over with the abject cold radiating from his belly.

His shoulder keeps complaining about his arm being held awkwardly on his back. It does not keep him from noticing his rim, though; warming up and tingling and becoming aware of the abuse it is being put through. He’s sure when the night has ended, he’ll be thinking of the stud for a long time to come. Every time he sits down and his swollen, abused hole whines about the treatment it received here tonight.

Cold touches his spine just above his tailbone. Hanzo inhales sharply, a shudder running through his body and tightening his nipples into sensitive little buds.

The bastard’s cock slides down, slotting into his ass crack and fucking it for a few mind numbing thrusts before resuming its place deep in Hanzo’s guts. His eyes bug out when the cold rod gets shoved back deep into him but no sound escapes his gaping mouth.

His body is frozen into a stalemate. He’s never had to experience such exquisite pleasure-pain. A small voice at the back of his head wonders if he’s getting ruined on this ugly guy’s ugly cock. Whether from now on a part of him will be hankering for this impossible abuse he’s being put through.

The thought is… frightening. His body shudders. He chokes on his own breath, cock flexing beneath himself, balls so damn swollen-

His stud suddenly comes on a low grunt, and Hanzo is filled with the even greater terror of possibly being left without being made to come. This couldn’t be. This just could not be-

But his body has mercy on him; though he is not sure about whether he should be thankful for it or not. It is a weird orgasm; unsatisfying. It doesn’t burn along his nerve endings or make his muscles seize into a ball of anticipation before releasing with a cacophony of endorphins.

No… instead he gets a weird false-start and a pulsing of cum that he can barely feel due to how goddamn fucking cold his abdomen is. The tears that have sprung to his eyes are rolling down his cheeks. He wants to scream with anger, but nothing comes out. Instead he comes on the ugly bastard’s cock like a good little bitch without any of the good feeling he had been hankering for.

Just as he thought, he gets discarded like a used cum rag. The stud pulls of his filled condom and throws it with a wet splat onto Hanzo’s back where it lies icy cold and seeping hot cum.

Fuck.

Fuck this.

He needs it again. It was… good.