Reapzo – continuation of this – tentafucc?; armorfucc?; Reaper being body armor; kind of brainwashing – Reaper can make Hanzo move.
Hanzo does not walk through the Talon base – he is *being* walked. His naked feet make barely a sound as they gently slap against the cold tiles. Every now and then a masked agent rounds a corner, rifle up within seconds, pointed directly at Hanzo’s head until the black mass intimately covering Hanzo’s body *ripples*, and then *growls*.
He looks like he is wearing a turtleneck sweater and tight black leggins; a kind of catsuit outfit that is molded embarrassingly to his body, but he knows the truth – and the agents who jerk back before hurriedly lowering their rifles, know as well.
Hanzo is naked, in truth; made to walk the halls of Talon while Reaper is wrapped around him tightly, covering his crotch with nothing but black mass but what still feels like a possessive clawed hand cupping his cock and balls.
When Hanzo pushes against the insistent urging to move his feet, the mass filling his ass grows and pushes deeper; deep enough that Hanzo imagines to feel a dull ache as it pushes against his stomach. He is sure Reaper has filled all of his intestines by now.
He feels… *stuffed*. He feels like he must be showing like a pregnant lady; that there is no way the writhing mass slowly fucking him is not bulging his usually tight belly out obscenely. But whenever he looks down, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose, there is nothing to be seen; nothing but the faint sheen of his hard, muscled stomach covered by a latex-like substance.
He’s stopped fighting, and Reaper started walking him. It is a weird feeling, but one he quickly gets used to. Especially when most of his brain power is reserved for trying not to go crazy from the insane stretch of his ass around the warm, solid mass Reaper has stuffed him with.
He does not even know what part of his captor it is; he could be *fisting* him and-
Reaper spasms inside him and presses almost violently against his prostate. Hanzo gurgles and would have gone to his knees if not for the creature wrapped around him like a suit. His head spins, his cock pressing right into the warm, soft cup of Reaper’s… hand? Body? Sludge.
His sludge.
His hips start fucking without him, and the fact that Reaper lets him do it shocks him out of his daze enough to realize he’s in the middle of the hallway, forearms braced against the wall as his head hangs low and he’s panting obnoxiously.
He does not know how he has to look to another; standing there with shaking knees and fucking into the air like some kind of animal.
Reaper is twisting inside him again. He’s been moving the whole time, but not with so much… gusto. It is like he’s become tired of parading Hanzo around like a doll and wants to have more fun.
Reaper starts fucking him in earnest. He pulls out and thrusts in violently enough to make Hanzo cry out. His insides twist and spasm but he can’t figure out if it’s from pain or pleasure. His cock remains pressed into the wrappings around his pelvis; it feels like a warm, squishy tongue is pressing against the swollen crown, sending shocks up and down his spine.
Reaper is purring around him like a huge cat. Being wrapped around Hanzo like this; servicing and using him at every end, seems to take too much coordination out of him to still be talking. All the amorphous black mass around Hanzo does, is make guttural sounds that sink down to his bones.
Vaguely, Hanzo is aware of an audience gathering. Nameless, faceless Talon goons coming to a halt, their weapons idly cradled in their hands as they watch Hanzo getting fucked against the wall by seemingly nothing.
Reaper pushes in, wide enough to painfully press against Hanzo’s ripe, primed prostate, and Hanzo cries out again, head thrown back, sweat and drool dripping from his chin.
His thighs shake. He can’t hold himself up and Reaper seems too lost in fucking him to keep him up, so he sinks into an awkward half-crouch, fingers clawing at the wall, trying to hold himself up without any coordination. There’s a tight circle of Talon agents around them, watching Hanzo getting debased, and Hanzo… loves it.
He finally sinks to his knees, and Reaper pulls back from Hanzo’s legs; uses the newly freed mass to spread Hanzo’s ass cheeks open while he fucks him.
Hanzo is sobbing into his arms, his cock painfully hard, his abdomen pulsing with delirious pleasure-pain. His hips jerk into the weird lapping sensation against his cock, then back into the fuck he receives from Reaper.
He does not care being bared to everyone; that they can see him positively unhinged, gagging for Reaper’s treatment. Reaper is still purring and it makes the ground vibrate until Hanzo’s arms are numb and he has to sink down until his cheek is against the floor, a puddle of drool forming.
Reaper unwraps from his arms as well; forms a cock of the color of the void and pushes it into Hanzo’s throat until his eyes roll back and he gags, snot starting to run as his body spasms, his throat fucked relentlessly by Reaper until he suddenly comes; shooting into Hanzo and filling his belly without Hanzo having to swallow it down.
Yet still he keeps giving it to him; fast and hard and merciless, pulling away reluctantly to let Hanzo gasp in breaths before the lack of oxygen lets him pass out…
And he almost wishes he hadn’t. Wishes that Reaper had kept fucking him through unconsciousness, using his body as masked, anonymous agents stared at him.
Hanzo does not know how he could ever explain that he’s not been hypnotized or brainwashed.
He’s just been too greedy for Reaper’s cock.
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