CYOA 2 – To The Victor Go The Spoils – Chapter 41: Outgoing And Shy (Patreon)

Last time: Hanzo arrived at the Pokémon League and there he met people he hadn't thought he'd see again...

Warnings/content: family roleplay; dirty talk

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Hanzo keeps staring at the message that had pinged on his phone at exactly five minutes after midnight. It’s now half-past twelve and he can’t sleep. Next to him is Cole, snoring deep and rattling in his chest. He is exuding a heat like a furnace, his body sturdy and perfect to grab for sleeping.

But sleep eludes him. He’s too nervous about the things that are going to come as well as the message that had popped up.

It’s simple enough: Come to the Pokémon Center.

Since D.Va is the sender, though, he feels a bit of apprehension. Or maybe that tightness in his stomach is… He shifts a little and closes his eyes when a humiliating frisson of lust skitters through his body. He’s got a chubby and the more he shifts to find a position to sleep in, the harder he can feel himself becoming.

Eventually he sits up and slides out of bed. The tips of his fingers are tingling similarly to the pit of his stomach. He’s nervous and confused and horny which is not exactly a mixture that he is used to but… apparently it gets him good. Really good.

He’s curious what D.Va wants. Well, he kind of knows what she wants but… Goodness, he’s becoming like Cassidy. A horny mutt just desperately wanting to get his dick wet.

Goosebumps break out along his arms. He’s just wearing his pyjamas and the entrance hall of the Pokémon League is kind of cool compared to the heat of Cassidy’s body.

There’s little light all around and luckily the nurse seems to be asleep as well. Her Chansey is there, though, eying him with a little smile. It is always smiling, of course, but somehow this one looks so… knowing that he feels self-conscious and starts to try and tug his pyjama top further down to hide the erection he is sporting.

He looks around, suddenly unsure whether D.Va would even still be here or whether he had taken too long getting into his own head about it-

A soft snapping sound has him look up to the top of the stairs where he sees Hana’s pale face looming in the darkness. As soon as their eyes meet, she waves at him eagerly for him to come up.

He pauses for but a second before he starts following her, heart pumping fast – but not in trepidation, no.

Hanzo is excited.

.o.

He is not quite sure what he thought might happen once he followed Hana into a door in the left side of the building. He half wondered whether she has brought any of her toys with her. It had been… well it had been so different to get fucked by her. She’s been so good about it, her hips fast and loose and a bit mean, deep dicking Hanzo with such a weirdly textured cock…

Yes, he might have thought that she had brought her arsenal of sex toys to test out on him some more.

What he had not thought was for her to pull him eagerly into a room and for Winston to stand there, big and round and hairy and looking nervous to the point of being miserable. He is rubbing his big hands in front of his big belly as if he’s cold, looking anywhere but at the two of them as he mumbles: “Ah, Hanzo… welcome. I am sorry that Hana roped you into this in the middle of the night and so shortly before your… ah… you know. Before… ah… the big fights.”

His voice turns softer toward the end as he looses the last bit of confidence that he had. He takes his glasses off and starts to clean them profusely while Hanzo briefly looks around. From what he can see of the room, one side of it made out of glass to look down into a dark arena, he surmises that these are some kind of spectator rooms for the gym leaders as he doesn’t see the general public being allowed into these spaces.

Not that Hana is telling him anything – or that he is asking. He is shifting his weight from one foot to the other, taking in the luxurious furniture present as well as a small fridge that D.Va is now hurrying toward. She crouches down and begins to rummage around in it while breaking the nervous silence that had descended in the room: “Oh don’t be like that! You’re excited, aren’t you? You didn’t get a chance to stick it in so I got you one. He’s really good, you know. You need a bit of pussy in your life that isn’t mine, Uncle.”

Winston looks like he is in physical pain while Hanzo’s cheeks become hotter. He looks off to the side again, awkwardly stepping toward the seating arrangement and half-hiding behind it so his erection wouldn’t be on full display like that.

“Hana, I-I… I would prefer it if you weren’t calling me Uncle right now… ah… it’s… it’s too much…”

She stands up abruptly and turns toward them, three bottles clutched to her chest. “Oh don’t be like that! He knows we’re not related. Right? Right? Yeah, you know. But it’s hotter like that, isn’t it? When I call him Uncle and let him fuck my little pussy?”

She says it without any embarrassment in her voice. There’s a bounce in her step and if she had any real tits to speak of, they would be bouncing with the motion as well.

Hanzo’s ears are getting hot. He hadn’t… really known that they weren’t related. It hadn’t even occurred to him to think about that until now.

D.Va thrusts one of the bottles at him and he takes it automatically, looking at the label. It’s some kind of beer that he’s never heard about. He’s more of a wine drinker but right now it feels like any alcohol will do to cut down on the awkwardness he feels. He sips it just to occupy his mouth which is feeling… tingly.

Needy in a way. Like he needs to wrap his lips around something.

Like Winston’s no doubt fat cock that he’s been so good in keeping in his pants no matter how hot Hanzo had been for him the last time.

Fuck. He needs it. Like really needs it. He wants to push Winston down and hear him stutter and whine while getting his dick stuffed in all of Hanzo’s silky, wet holes that are so very ready for him.

He pushes his hips forward, cock against the back of the armchair he’s hiding himself behind.

Hana has by that time moved toward her ‘Uncle’ and thrust a beer against his chest as well, staring at him until he sighs and drinks a little mouth full of it.

She then beams and steps back. She looks very pleased with herself. Hanzo is really looking at her for the first time now; she has braided her hair in two pig tails and is wearing a skirt that shows her long legs off. They look very soft and smooth. He finds himself staring; he does not often get to see something like that and while he prefers thick body hair like Cole’s, he can’t say that it is unpleasant to look at.

“Alright, boys. I hope you know how difficult it was to get the both of you here. Together. It’s like you both have an aversion to some mind-numbingly good fucking which… is kind of disgusting? Like honestly? Like you’re both so unappreciative of how easy and hot I make it for you?” She scoffs, her face screwed up in a look of disgust for a moment before it smoothes out again. She is rocking on the balls of her feet, drinking her beer and eying Winston and Hanzo in turn.

The first is trying to look anywhere but at the two of them and Hanzo is staring back at her with a dark expression that he feels is destroyed by the heat in his cheeks and the fact that he’s all but humping the back of the armchair.

He can’t deny that he is curious about what she has in mind for them. While their parting last time had been a bit… strained as she had still been mad at him for his win, he can’t deny that she seems to be quite inventive.

Hana focuses her attention on him. That can be good or bad. Slowly, a smirk appears on her features and she turns to saunter over to Hanzo.

“Say… you didn’t answer me earlier,” she murmurs, loud enough that Winston will hear. She curls her arm around Hanzo’s waist and presses herself against his side. She smells of some soft, fragrant flowers and so clean… it tickles something in his hind brain.

“Do you think it’s hot when I call him Uncle Winston? Mmmh? I could call you Big Brother Hanzo, if you wanted to. I could let you stick your pretty boy cock in my little peach and whine all about how good you make your little sissy feel.” She is going up onto the balls of her feet, her mouth wet and hot as she first flicks her tongue against his ear lobe and then pushes it inside.

Hanzo inhales sharply and jerks his head away. She’s on him like a limpet, not letting him get anywhere while his insides do all sorts of odd little twists and turns.

Her words simultaneously disgust him and turn him on. He tries to push her away but he only has one arm and she has put her bottle down on the side table to sling both of her arms around him and hold fast until he stops struggling.

There’s a huge, shit-eating grin on her face.

“Awww don’t be like that, onii-chan.”

“That’s… fucked up. Stop that,” he presses out, briefly glancing toward Winston to see the professor staring at them now, his face gone a bit more relaxed than it had been before and his thick glasses looking a bit more fogged-up than earlier.

“It doesn’t have to be,” Hana sing-songs. “It can be so, so hot, you know… you can call Winston ‘big brother’, too. Or maybe… maybe you want to call him daddy? Hmn? Want to call him daddy while he rearranges your insides with his fat beercan cock?”

Both Winston and Hanzo explode into low groans. Winston puts his big hands in front of his face to just hide himself away from the words spilling so effortlessly from D.Va’s lips and Hanzo twists himself a little more in her arms, half-heartedly trying to get away while his treacherous cock twitches.

It’s not like he hadn’t… like he hadn’t thought about it already. Of letting Cole mount up and him calling him daddy. It’s not like he wants to with his father, it’s just… God, the thought.

Hana is chuckling, slow and surprisingly sinister. It slides right into his ear. She keeps pressing her hips against his side, humping him like he had been humping the armchair. They’re all hopelessly horny.

He tries to tell himself that it is just the nervous energy from his impending Pokémon League gauntlet but he knows that the truth is so much simpler than that. He’s a horny bastard. He’s naughty like Cassidy is naughty. Like all the people he’s met on his journey have been naughty.

All of them except Winston, it feels like… though looking at him now, standing there looking like he’s in physical pain while there’s an obvious bulge outlined in the front of his pants…

Maybe he is just as naughty as the rest of them. He just does not want to admit it yet.

“What… have you had in mind for this?” he finally asks in a low voice. He turns his head, coming nose to nose with Hana. Like this he can see her pupils blowing wide with excitement. She squeezes him tighter, the grin on her face broad and devious.

“Well fuck, finally! I thought I had to spent hours to get you on track… seems like Cassidy really did a number on you, huh? I mean samesies; he’s got such a nice big cock on him. I wouldn’t mind hopping on it again one of these days but I suppose I gotta ask you now, huh? Since you got his leash in hand and everything…”

She trails off and Hanzo feels her hand sliding from his belly to cup his cock through his pyjama pants. Her grip is warm and firm. He can’t help tilting his hips into it, swallowing thickly.

Hana drags her thumb across his tip, back and forth in slow, calm motions until she can feel wetness seeping through the fabric. She is kissing Hanzo too… little suckling ones that make his lips tingle and feel plumper the more she does it.

By the time she pulls back, he is panting softly, his scalp prickling and his hips hot and loose. He wants to fuck. He wants to get fucked.

“Look at Uncle Winston,” Hana murmurs softly into his ear, nose pushing against his cheek to urge him to do just that. He swallows thickly, trying to focus his gaze on the man standing on the same spot, still wringing his hands. He looks so conflicted… but he hasn’t gone yet.

Nobody is holding him. There are no chains on his person keeping him bound to the place. It’s just him, looking nervous and miserable and whining about Hana calling him Uncle and doing all sorts of devious things to him… but he is not going anywhere.

“He likes this,” Hanzo says slowly. His mouth feels all weird moving around the words. He wants a dick thrusting down his throat. “He’s into it, isn’t he?”

Hana’s hand squeezes him tighter. Hanzo bucks into her hand, a shock of pleasure racing down his legs. His knees feel weak. he has to clutch at the back of the armchair just to hold himself up while Hana is slowly stroking him through his thin pyjama bottoms.

Her voice is lilting and dangerous sounding; like the song of a siren as she says: “Of course he’s into it. He’s just a horny bastard like everybody else. He just loves sticking his big fat cock into my poor little holes and watch me struggle. He loves when he comes so hard it shoots right back out of my fucking nose. He looks so cute and innocent, doesn’t he? With his aw-shucks attitude… but he’ll fuck the living daylights out of you given half a chance.”

“Hana… please,” Winston interjects impotently. He looks pale and like he’s about to pass out from listening to the filth that is spilling forth from her.

Her voice changes when she talks to him; it’s sharper now. It has an edge to it that has Hanzo shudder. “Stop whining, Uncle Winston. Go on, get naked. Show Hanzo what he can have tonight. And while you’re at it, you can tell him how you jerked off while you were out and about in that forest, hmn? Tell him what you told me. How you wanted to stroke one off right into his face as he was sleeping because he looked just so cute. Go on- tell him all about how you’re not all that sweet and innocent and bumbling but how you’re a nasty old man that just wants to stick his fat beer can cock in silky little holes…”

If anything, Winston gets even more pale. He looks away, red hot dots appearing on his cheeks. He reaches up and takes his glasses off, profusely wiping them on his shirt once more.

He does not look like he’s even able to answer.

Hana makes a disgusted ‘tch’ sound, her hand on the small of Hanzo’s back, sharp fingertips digging into his spine to push him out from behind the safe cover of the armchair. Her vindictive mood has shifted to him now, apparently. There’s not a shred of uncertainty in her behavior. Not a moment of second-guessing whatever she is doing or saying to them as she urges him toward Winston.

“Go on. It’ll take forever if we wait for him to get his dick out. Why aren’t you a good little bro and help him out, huh? I bet you’ll like him. He’s always so nice and clean. Like that will make it any better that he has a disgustingly fat cock.”

She says the last in Winston’s direction, her voice loud.

Winston groans. He slaps a hand across his own mouth to try and muffle himself. He looks so helpless standing there with his big hands with the hairy knuckles and a nice gut hanging over his pants.

It gets Hanzo anxious to finally be allowed to touch him. He had been so interested in him last time… and while the whole debacle with the Zapdos had completely distracted him from wanting to hop on Winston’s cock, he feels all the more eager for it now. A nice distraction from the imminent battles. Something to fill his… head.

He swallows thickly and lets himself get bullied forward by Hana’s mean little fingers in his back. They hurt something fierce but it’s a good excuse for why he doesn’t put up any fight at all as he gets marched over to Winston.

His knees feel all weak when he gets close to the Professor, so he just kneels down in front of him. Peering up, he gets all hot under the collar from the sight of that massive gut. It’s nowhere near the size of Roadhog’s of course, but there is a tantalizing amount of thick chest hair peeking out from the top two buttons that are undone, promising a nice hairy body that Hanzo can get lost in.

D.Va crouches down behind him. She reaches out since Hanzo isn’t doing anything and starts to unceremoniously tug Winston’s shirt out from his pants. Her little tits are pressed against Hanzo’s shoulder blades. He can feel their tight tips through the thin pyjama top he is wearing. Her breath fanning against his hot ear as she whispers: “Go on and make him feel good. He loves it when you suck on his tip, you know. He loves it when you make those cute little sounds while you do it. He can really fuck you like a beast if he gets hot enough for it.

Feels like you’re getting dicked by a gorilla or something. Like he is so furry and gets all grunty and stuff. It’s so, so hot.”

Hanzo feels the heat that had been rushing throughout his body suddenly drop and pool in his lower stomach. His hole clenches down on nothing in particular while his belly feels so, so empty. So in need of a nice, hot filling.

Hana opens Winston’s pants for him but that is all she is doing. Hanzo peers up toward the Professor and notices that Winston is staring down at him in turn. They quietly stare at each other, neither backing down. While Winston looks like he is about to sink into the ground from shame, he does not actually move away from them. He just lets them do whatever they want.

And what Hanzo wants right now is to get at his cock. He pushes his hand into the dark, open space of his fly, a low groan rumbling from his chest when he feels the moist heat that is greeting him.

He carefully works him out of his underwear, the heat pooling low in his stomach creeping through his legs and making them feel so weak he is glad he is already on his knees. Hana had not been exaggerating; he really does have a cock the size of a beer can; fat and stout and feeling so massive that he wonders whether he will even be able to fit that monster inside of him.

Hana is quiet at his back now; just obnoxiously breathing right against his ear, subtly pushing him closer toward the fat cock slowly flexing in his lax grip. There are massive veins running along its sides. He can feel Winston’s pulse through them; fast and strong.

Hanzo shifts forward, licking his lips. Winston’s cock flexes in his grip. It feels so strong and virile in his fingers, it’s a downright shame that it belongs to such a timid man.

Oh, the things he could do with that if he were just a bit more assertive. Hanzo can basically feel him pulling him inside out.

He finally leans in the rest of the way, half under his own steam, half because Hana is getting obviously impatient and all but bullies him to finally suck her ‘Uncle’s’ cock.

He’s salty against his tongue. That’s the first thing that really registers to him right after the fact that he has to open up so wide that the joints of his jaw are vaguely aching.

Winston moves then, surprisingly enough. He reaches for Hanzo, his big hand with those hairy knuckles gently cradling the back of his head. His thumb slowly moves in a back-and-forth motion, petting him and calming him down from the sudden rush of panic that he hadn’t even realized was there until it started to ease back into the darkness again. His muscles relax and the ache of his jaw recedes into a low throb that is at the end of the day welcome.

It feels good to ache. It feels good to slowly slip deeper onto Winston’s cock and have it completely and utterly fill him. He is drooling and that is okay too… he is liberally slicking the way for the massive dick that is slipping deeper and deeper into his mouth and toward the back of his throat, and if he is drooling while that is happening, then that is okay.

More than okay, actually.

He feels tears itching at the corners of his eyes as Winston slowly pulls him deeper onto his cock, inching his dick into his throat where his gag reflex briefly wonders if it should give a fuck before just stopping alltogether.

He shifts a little, opening his throat up for him. He blends out Hana at his back, whispering obscenities with the excitement of a small, yappy dog, and just keeps staring through the film of tears up at Winston.

He looks almost apologetic; like he would like Hanzo to know that it wasn’t his idea to have a massive cock and that it wasn’t his idea to slowly pump it down his throat until it becomes impossible to breathe.

In fact, he is gently petting Hanzo’s hair while he very decidedly does not let him get away from deep throating the thick cock that is currently stretching his throat wider than he things it has ever gotten stretched.

It aches in a way that lets him know he is going to be hoarse tomorrow. He wonders wildly if any of his opponents will know why he is sounding like that. Whether they will take a look at his face, at the vague redness of the corners of his mouth and know he’s been forced to take a cock the size of a beer can and he’s loved every single second of it.

That he did, in fact, love the feeling and the taste of it so much that when Hana slips her hand into the back of his pyjama pants and rudely pushes a finger into his hole, he almost comes right on the spot.

He can feel his own throat swelling, probably flushed to the shade of a tomato. His whole body surges forward, both in protest and in eagerness for an orgasm that is just not coming. Not quite, at least. It is teetering at the very edge and the burn of his rim around Hana’s innocently squirming finger is not helping it any.

Winston pulls him back by his hair. The pain vaguely radiating from his scalp is kind of giving him an anchor to pull himself up from the depths of his own head. The sound of static in his ears recedes somewhat; enough to hear his own gasping, gurgling breaths once Winston pops his fat glans out from his mouth and allows him to breathe.

There are tears rolling down his cheeks. He feels like he’s completely lost control over his own body; like if Hana is bullying him just a little more and is just a little meaner to him he will do anything she asks of him. Kiss her toes, suck Winston’s hairy asshole – even piss himself for their viewing pleasure.

His whole body is one throbbing, needy wound that is just waiting for a sweet release, and Hana… well. She is not a bandage, that is for sure. She is a knife, digging deeper and deeper into him and making the sweet ache only worse. Even as he is on all fours, coughing and gasping for air, trying to get his spasming lungs back under control, she keeps fingering him deep and intrusive and rude. And it only gets worse from there.

.o.

If someone were to ask Hanzo how he came from stepping into this observation room to sucking cock like a bitch, to sticking his naked ass out for the dicking of a lifetime… he would not have been able to answer it.

There must have been some steps between him on the floor, his throat aching from the massive intrusion and his eyes watery from lack of oxygen, to him leaning over the back of an armchair like a sack of potatoes, his pyjama pants around his ankles and his ass spread wide by Miss Song to help her ‘Uncle’ find his target.

There must have been. But everything has smooshed into a blurry, hot ball of sensation in his brain.

It occurs to him as he feels Winston shoving himself behind and feels his worryingly fat glans pressing up to his entrance, that getting fucked into a drooling bimbo the night before his very important matches might not be his best idea…

But here he is. And here he will stay. Not only because his knees are wobbly and unresponsive, but also because the thought of not getting speared on cock right now is making him very whiny. He is clawing at the plush seating, body all but vibrating as he waits for Winston to get hyped up by Hana enough to finally fuck him.

“Go on… go on, do it-” the words are a whisper at first. Hanzo hadn’t thought it in him to actually beg for cock. Once he realizes that it is, in fact, possible for him to do so, he gets louder. He reaches back himself, grabbing his cheeks and spreading them wide desperately for Winston. “Fuck me; f-fuck me, please. I beg you- You got me so hot, now you have to…” he pauses briefly, swallows thick to try and moisten his mouth. “You have to give it to me now. You got me so hot for it, you can’t just…”

And then it breaks out of him on a dry sob full of desperation: “You need to fuck me, big brother!”

He can hear D.Va somewhere to the right of him, her voice full of devilish glee as she whispers: “Fuck yeah.”

There’s a brief bright light. And another. He turns his head to see her with her phone out, taking pictures of him debasing himself, Winston behind him, probably sweating profusely.

He can hear him breathe, in any case and it reminds him so much of Mister Rutledge that he can’t help but feel some sort of calm from the familiarity. A kind of fondness bubbling up from the pits of his stomach.

It certainly helps once Winston really does start to press in, beer can dick wrenching him open just like Roadhog once did to him. He had been used to the extreme stretch once upon a time. It feels unthinkable now but his muscles do remember easy enough; going nice and loose and stretching wide for the intrusion.

As Winston starts to haltingly fuck him, apparently still unsure whether he should do what he is doing despite the fat baseball bat of an erection he is currently sporting, Hana leans in really close to Hanzo’s face. He can see how wide her pupils have blown in excitement, a slightly manic grin on her face as she tells him: “You know that this is just the first round, right? I got a whole slew of guys lined up just for you. They’re waiting in the other rooms, dicks ready to get them wet with your cunt. Are you excited? Does it excite you to know that you’re going to get pumped full of cum until your belly is all big and pregnant looking? I damn well hope so because Uncle Winston doesn’t last long, you know?

I love him but he doesn’t exactly have stamina. Got a big fat cock and big fat nuts but he pumps his load out faster than a teenager. It’s just an appetizer for what’s to come. I just thought that he deserves the first taste of your cunt before I get the other guys to completely destroy it, huh?

Cassidy is going to get mad when he sticks it in and doesn’t feel anything but that’s life, hmn? Yeah? Isn’t it?”

Her little speech is just some background noise; a single string of profanities that barely makes any sense to Hanzo’s overheating brain as Winston fucks him with the rattling, unrhythmic thrusts of a damaged tractor engine.

And just in time with his harsh, deep thrusts, Hanzo gasps out: “Yes… big brother… b-big brother, more… please-”

Hana laughs and pets his head as if he were a dog.

“Yeah… yeah, that’ll do. Don’t ever change, piggy. Okay? You gotta promise me that. I got a lot of new products lined up and they all need testing before I can get them out to the public.”

.oOo.

Hanzo had not thought that his first fight against the Elite 4 would go so smoothly. Mister De Kuiper is a very civilized man that in fact looks like he is thinking more about his current studies than the fight he is having against Hanzo.

It’s a good thing, too, because Hanzo can barely stand upright as is, needing to regain his footing after last night.

His team has his back, though; they don’t need him to tell them what to do… Especially Kikuri who single-handedly defeats three of the enemy team.

It is a really promising start to the gauntlet. Short and sweet. Hanzo just knows that the next ones will be excruciating, though.

Hanzo’s winning streak: 1.