McHanzo – rape tw; faux beasitality; cow!McCree – Jesse turns the tables on Hanzo and Hanzo is a sick fuck that loves it.
Maybe it is because of Jesse’s gentle, sometimes even downright lazy disposition that Hanzo had not thought much of precautions. Of course he’s heard the tales of farmers getting overpowered by their amorous cattle, but… well.
He’d always fancied himself as being the one who mounts… not the one being pressed down by considerable weight, struggling not to be crushed beneath his cow while Jesse very determinedly fucks against him and gets the backs of his thighs slippery with whatever liquid his cock is so generously producing.
Maybe somewhere in the dull head it had occurred to Jesse that being mounted by his farmer whenever he pleased was not something he desired. Or Hanzo’s incessant rutting into his buttery soft hole had awakened the cow’s lustful side, though he’d never shown as much, preferring to keep munching on whatever’s in front of his nose.
Whatever it had been, it didn’t matter much now; not when Hanzo has to taste his own medicine and be mounted and fucked by his cow without a consideration for his own desires.
As he scrambles at the side of the barn, trying to find some way to place his hands and at least brace himself against Jesse’s heavy weight, it occurs to him, that he is effectively being raped by his own goddamn cow.
And that he is turned on by it to a sickening degree. He is panting already, heavy and wet, his cock straining against the front of his overalls als he whispers – very quiet and not forceful at all – “No.. don’t… you can’t…”
Jesse, of course, does not understand. He is single minded. His cock is hard and he wants a nice warm hole to stick it into, and he thinks this warm hole might just be found between his farmer’s now trembling legs.
Every now and then the silky hot head of Jesse’s long dick is brushing the back of Hanzo’s knee, and he gets nauseous with how much he wants that thing rammed into him.
He wishes the short pants of his overalls were wide enough to just tug them to the side, but as is, they stretch tight around his thick thighs.
So he has to fumble with the fastenings one handed, whispering “wait wait wait…” when Jesse starts becoming impatient and shoves himself farther up his back. Everything is hot and heavy and Hanzo can barely think through the fog in his head.
Finally, his overall slides down more or less. He stands in an awkward half-crouch, overall bunched around mid-thighs, naked safe for the rubber boots he has donned. No underwear, of course, because Hanzo is a dirty cow fucker that likes having access whenever the mood strikes, and his own whorishness makes his cock surge and dribble.
Jesse is still rutting, fucking, trying to find the hole – and when he suddenly finds it, he *pushes*.
Hanzo cries out when the cow tries to force his way into a hole way too small, tears springing up in his eyes.
“No…no…” he whispers half-heartedly, one trembling hand travelling down. Jesse’s next thrust has him collapsing against the side of the barn, cheek mashed into the rough wood. He gets his hand around his dick while he tries to shuffle his legs farther apart. Make more room for the fat cock spreading him open. He can’t make more room, effectively hobbled by his own overall.
Getting raped by his own cow against the side of his barn and loving every second of it. His insides feel painfully hot; like Jesse is fucking fire into his belly.
From behind he can only hear the animalistic grunts of the cow; feel the slobber dripping against the nape of his neck and sliding down between his shoulder blades.
Jesse jerks forward, fucking deeper into Hanzo’s belly, and the farmer sobs, coming in a long, hard spasm that makes his knees almost buckle.
Jesse fucks slow and clumsy. He does not really rut; just pushes himself deeper and deeper, the exertion clear as he pants hot and wet into Hanzo’s ear. Only when he’s stuffed all of his cock into his belly does he groan long and drawn out. Stops all his movements and just lays on Hanzo’s back while his cock seems to do its own thing; flexing and swelling and strangely moving inside Hanzo’s abused guts.
Hanzo’s legs are shaking. Jesse is heavy and makes him bear all of his weight. He sees him as nothing but a warm hole to inseminate, and it shows.
Hanzo wonders blearily whether this will happen again and again from now on. Jesse turning the tables on them and fucking him whenever his mood strikes. Hanzo can feel his cock jerking again in his slippery grip. Copious amounts of fluid are dripping out of his raw, fucked-out hole as he fantasizes about becoming his cow’s little fuck doll.
Making sure he’s wearing clothes that can be shoved aside for easy access…
He is sick, sick, sick, sick. This should not be so hot. This should not make him shoot of a second time already, splattering the dusty ground between his boots with his cum.
He shouldn’t get off so hard on being raped by his cow; but he is.
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