Extension August 2022 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

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Hanzo/Cassidy – furniture play – love hate relationship between the two fuels Cole being nasty :)

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“Maybe I should get a saddle for you. Ride you like a damn pony. A real one.”

Cole laughs at the mental image. Hanzo doesn’t say anything. He just breathes deeply like a pervert. Cole tells him as much. “You sound like one of those old, nasty men in those li’l cartoon porns. Kinda love those. What’re those called again? ‘Ugly bastards’ or somethin’? Though you ain’t ugly at all, are ya? Just like it when I drag my balls over your face, is all.”

He stands up with a low grunt because as always the remote is too damn far away. He grabs it and zaps through a few channels until he settles on some random football game. He’s not actually interested in it but it gives a good… ambience? Is that the word? Doesn’t matter.

He likes having a meathead sport in the background while he uses the princeling Shimada as a footstool. He pulls the towel from his hips and throws it on the ground just in Hanzo’s vision. Makes him shift a little in anticipation. He likes it. He wants it so badly… but Cole doesn’t give it to him just yet. He sits his naked ass down on the couch and puts his feet up on Shimada’s back. With his new vantage point he can see Hanzo’s cock is hard, desperately curved up toward his tight belly. It’s a really cute dick. Just the right size; smooth and with a dark flush to the tip. A firm dick that’s not too fat to stand under its own weight.

Makes Hanzo look like a breeding dog or something. Like he’s being shown off at a show instead of being used as a foot rest before Cole starts to fuck around with him by bumping against his dick with his toes. Make it bounce a little for his entertainment.

Hanzo gasps, his knees shifting just a little farther apart… For the most he stays nice and put, though. It’s not like Cole ever had to teach him how to do this. It’s not like Cole has been the one to suggest furniture play at all. No, it all has been on Hanzo. He’s the freak that obviously has been going around posing as a stool or a table or a fucking urinal for other creeps that like this sort of shit. He’s been around. A well-trained whore that’s been hankering to be used until he finally fell into Cole’s lap.

He entertains himself with playing with Hanzo’s stupidly pretty cock for a few minutes until he gets up and pulls a beer can from the mini fridge.

He takes a sip, then places the ice-cold can right between Hanzo’s shoulder blades, watching him struggle with the sudden temperature change and to stay nice and still so it wouldn’t topple over.

Cole drinks just to have an excuse to keep placing it on different parts of Hanzo’s body. Keep him on his toes so he never knows where the cool touch will come next.

He’s panting by the time Cole has the can half-empty, the tip of his stupid pretty cock glistening wet and juicy. As Cole watches, a fat drop pearls up and then starts to slowly drip down onto the ground, pulling a long, hair thin line behind it that finally snaps just before it touches the floor.

“Nasty whore,” he mutters in a low voice. “You just love this, don’t you? Fuck, you’re just… such a filthy little bitch; and all you do is act like a high and mighty king for the others, huh? Damn-” he drags a hand over his mouth and chin, putting the beer can on his actual side table because he needs space to plant his naked ass on Hanzo’s back. He swings his leg over him so he can properly sit on him, dragging his ass and sac along Shimada’s spine.

Both of them are breathing hard now. He doesn’t make an effort to lighten his weight. Hanzo carries him without complaint. From what Cole has figured out, the heavier he makes himself, the hornier it gets Shimada.

Makes him wonder what he’d do if Hog planted his fat ass on him to just crush him into the ground…

Cole rocks back and forth slowly. He takes his cock in hand and tilts it so he can drag his crown against Hanzo’s skin. It’s kind of like jerking off but weirder and more exciting. He reaches forward and takes a sloppy fist full of that silky black hair that’s somehow always taunting him.

“Maybe we should stop this furniture shit and just get on to some pet play… Can’t wait to put a harness on you. Get a bit between your teeth so I can properly ride you. Drag my unwashed dick over you so you reek of my balls. Fuck, Shimada – can you even imagine the others smelling by cock on you and pulling faces?”

He rocks his hips a bit harder, enjoying the drag of his cock and balls between Hanzo’s shoulder blades. Cole never really paused to think about the inherent eroticism in making another person carry his weight, or crushing them into the ground, but he could honestly get used to this. Especially when he can make Hanzo into some kind of packing mule and have him carry his beer and snacks until he is good to go to fuck him.

And yeah… yeah, he is good to go. He’s exhausted from the damn mission, has a cock like a baseball bat and all he wants is to pump out a nice, fat load before going to bed. It sounds like a pretty good plan.

It’s not like he has to ask Hanzo about his opinion. He’s nothing but an object, after all.

Cole gets up with a low grunt. His limbs honestly don’t want to work anymore but Hanzo looks like a damn snack and it’s so much fun to listen to him try and keep a gasp down when Cole rudely sticks the nozzle of the lube into his ass and squeezes a good dollop in.

His rim is just as pretty as always; there are no hairs surrounding it. Shimada is very particular about how he wants to present his body. Instead, everything is pale other than the pink outside muscle. He’ll make it change color soon enough.

Cole gets into a breeding press over Hanzo and while he braces himself with one hand on the small of his back, he uses the other to guide his dick to the pussy Hanzo seems so stingy with whenever it isn’t about him initiating things.

Maybe Cole should bully him some more… he would like unlimited access to Shimada’s cunt. Especially when he’s being such a good little girl and keeps his mouth shut while his body is used the way it’s always been meant to be used.

Cole sighs like someone that is slowly dipping into a hot bath after a long day as he force feeds his dick into Hanzo’s body little by little.

That his balls are freely swinging only adds to the sensation. It makes him feel more like a horny dog fucking its bitch. He pushes in deeper and deeper, rocking his hips minimally back and forth, fist tight in Hanzo’s hair. He tries to let his head fall forward but only succeeds in pulling on his own hair. If the deep groan ripping out of him is anything to go by, he very much enjoys the sensation.

“Out of character so soon?” Cole gloats. He’s finally managed to pop his glans into Shimada. A drop of sweat slides down his spine and makes him itch all over. “Really needed to get railed, huh? Disgusting slut… could’ve just said as much instead of doing your weird desk thing. But then again… you love it when I drag my balls all over you, huh? Next time I smear ‘em over your face. Don’t you fuckin’ fret about that.”

He has to stop talking; he doesn’t have enough breath, not when he ruts into Shimada and feels his hot, squishy insides clamping down on him desperate and eager at the same time. He pulls harder on his hair, ripping on it until he can see the side of Shimada’s face, twisted in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Cole’s never seen a damn desk that was so pretty.

He fucks him like it’s a punishment, his own body feeling heavy with fatigue. He both wants to get it over with and get his money’s worth. Not that he paid this particular whore.

He keeps Hanzo’s head turned so he can watch his face while he fucks him like the appliance he is.

Good thing all the maintenance he needs can be done with a cock.