February 2023 Extension Drabble #2 (Patreon)

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Part 2 (This Part)

Hanzo/Jack – Hanzo caught his boss Jack Morrison, jerking it to illicit pictures of his secretary... he sees a good life ahead of himself.

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While Hanzo still debates his options, Mister Morrison suddenly talks. That low, gravelly voice that does not quite want to fit the persona of a multi millionaire drifting quite easily to Hanzo as he rasps: “Yeah you slut… show those tits off, why don’t you?”

Hanzo feels a jolt of heat sizzling through his stomach. He opens his mouth, then closes hit again, his palms moist with nervousness. It’s not like he doesn’t love people looking at him and acknowledging that he’s a 10 out of 10, but there also always is that… nagging feeling of shame in the back of his head. As if he did something illegal by sunbathing in his own backyard and enjoying the bulge of his cock in his little bathing suit bottoms…

Mister Morrison taps another key and more pictures move into view; Hanzo in the pool… Hanzo’s bathing suit bottoms riding up into his crack as he does a few breast strokes… Hanzo enjoying the sun on his lounger with dark glasses on his nose and one hand idly pinching one of his nipples through the tiny slip of material…

“Yeah… yeah… fuck, I bet you’re so tight… you’d take a pounding like a pro.”

Hanzo’s mouth goes dry listening to his boss talking that way about him… and he can’t help but clench tight around the plug he stuffed into his pussy during his last lunch break because it’s just that much more fun to feel delicious sparks of arousal pulling his muscles tight at the most inopportune moments during a slow, dreary work day-

“I could destroy your whole life for this, you know…” he finally purrs. His voice only cracks a little bit, eyes fixed on Morrison who makes a rough croaking sound that is probably some kind of aborted scream and whips his head around to stare at Hanzo with his pale blue eyes.

Hanzo can see him cycling through a few emotions – shock, fear, annoyance – before finally settling on something vaguely embarrassed as he gets up abruptly and fumbles for his suit jacket which he had hung over the back of his chair to shield his bobbing cock from Hanzo’s stare. It is angry red with fat veins along the shaft. Hanzo’s insides go liquid-y hot at the sight. It’s been a while since he last got fucked by a nice ruddy cock like that.

“What are you doing in here?” Morrison demands angrily, pale cheeks getting rapidly pinker under Hanzo’s stare.

“I assumed you were already on your way home and wanted to drop off some files,” Hanzo replies with a silky voice, lifting the hand in which he had been clutching said files until now and waving them lightly through the air. He quite enjoys watching Morrison practically deflate as he awkwardly paws behind himself, probably in an effort to try and close all those lewd pictures he has of Hanzo.

“No.” Hanzo takes a step forward, noticing how his slacks are already starting to be very tight indeed around his swelling cock. “Leave those up.”

Mister Morrison’s mouth grows tight. He clears his throat but his voice is still just as rough when he mutters: “This is a… misunderstanding.”

It sounds absolutely lame and he winces as if it is giving him physical pain.

Hanzo snorts. He reaches up and pops open the upper most button of his shirt. “Don’t be ridiculous. And listen up because I’m going to tell you how this is going down from now on.”

Morrison visibly bristles. “How dare you-”

“Shut up,” Hanzo interrupts him, a purr in his voice as he comes closer, popping open more of the buttons on his shirt. “I’ve got you by the balls now. I made a pretty little video of you jerking off to those pictures of mine.” He didn’t… but Morrison doesn’t know that. “So you’ll do everything I tell you to now, won’t you?”

Morrison’s face all but crumples up. He looks like he bit into a lemon as he grits out between clenched teeth: “What do you want?”

“For now? For now, I want you to fuck me. And I want to look at those pictures while you do that.”

The silence following that is deafening, but Hanzo is hot and bothered and he really needs a good dicking now after Morrison got him like that.

He’s a narcissist; but he doesn’t think that there’s anything wrong with that. He just thinks people should thank him for even being allowed to look at his gorgeous face or tight body in his perfectly tailored suits. He is a gift to mankind, quite frankly… and the way Morrison chokes when he drops his pants and bends over, arching out his ass and showing off his glittering princess buttplug – it is quite satisfying indeed.

Hanzo never really looked at his boss as a potential candidate to breed him proper, but he doesn’t mind spreading his legs every now and then and letting an old guy relive his prime. It’s his philanthropic work of the day, he figures.

His attitude… changes somewhat once he feels the big warm hand with the rough fingers on the small of his back, while his plug is being shimmied back and forth; Morrison probably searching for the best grip on the thing to pull it out of Hanzo’s desperately gripping hole.

Hanzo has a soft spot for rough guys… and he’s never thought that Morrison’s hand would feel like that. Like he had been working out in a field for thirty years before becoming the head of this company. It occurs to Hanzo that he has no idea what Morrison has done in his youth, or is doing in his scant leisure time-

The plug suddenly pops out of him after Morrison had gotten a good grip on it and proceeded to pull nice and slow, the pressure building and building until it finally released quite suddenly, sending warmth through Hanzo’s body.

He must have made a noise too because the hand at the small of his back starts to distractedly pet his skin while Mister Morrison mutters: “Damn, you sound like a cat in heat. You really want this dick, don’t you?”

Something blunt and warm slaps against his rim. Hanzo arches his back some more, shimmying his legs apart in invitation.

“Go on and fuck me,” he says low and in a goading tone of voice. “I knew you’d be a nasty old pervert. But at least you got a nice co-”

He chokes on his own tongue as the slapping against his rim ceases one heartbeat just for him to get spread open nice and wide on the next when Morrison begins pushing into him without mercy.

“Damn,” Morrison grits out. He is grabbing a hold of Hanzo’s hips like he has to do something with his hands as the muscles around his cock clamp down on it in a choking stranglehold. “Ease up-”

He sounds pressed, his head already turning an alarming shade of red as Hanzo briefly peers back at him over his shoulder.

“Come on now… you won’t come that fast, will you? When’s the last time you got your dick wet?”

The pity in Hanzo’s voice seems to do the trick, at least. Morrison visibly grits his teeth and forces himself to calm down. Hanzo likes having that much control over his boss. Oh, the raises he’ll be giving himself. The vacation days.

He’ll be living in the lap of luxury just as was always intended for him and his pussy got him that ticket. It’s almost like he’s always known it.

Turning his attention back to the computer screen, he looks at the clandestine pictures of himself while his old perv of a boss starts to somehow get a rhythm together. It’s a bad one but it is better than nothing at all and his cock is pretty nice so it doesn’t take much for Hanzo to get good and going.

He half wants to ask Morrison how he got some of those pictures he’s looking at but he doesn’t ask. It’s even better when he doesn’t know. He gets off on seeing himself doing the most mundane tasks and looking hot while doing so.

He also likes the thought that Morrison got off on them. Nasty old pervert…

His vision starts to swim, lungs burning as he tries to not make too much of a sound because he doesn’t want Morrison to think he’s enjoying it as much as he is… but damn, it is nearly impossible, especially when he shifts and somehow manages to pummel his sweet spot with every harsh, deep thrust.

Eyes rolling into his head, Hanzo holds on tight to the edge of his boss’ desk, nails scraping against the wood, back arching-

Morrison breaths like he’s got a rattling old motor instead of lungs but he fucks good enough to almost make Hanzo fall in love with him. Almost.

He lets himself get fucked to orgasm by his boss; even lets him pump a load out into his guts… but at the end of the day he’s already thinking of all the pretty trinkets he’ll get himself through plain and simple extortion.

Oh life just got so wonderful.