Tag: cbt

cyberrat:

Endeavor has no idea how to properly use his big bara dick so someone has to teach him 🙂 preferably by taking his anal virginity mmmmmhhhh

When he doesn‘t behave and thinks he can top, a few slaps to the balls usually do the trick :))))

Gift/Exchange for Severeni :3c

@severeni (who… tumblr doesn’t let me add…) and I have had a good hot exchange going. I get a super delicious pic of Endeavor (link) and they get a fic of their choice >:3c

They wanted Hanzo’s dick getting stuffed by a special sound + some unsatisfying orgasm and that’s what they get >:3ccccc (tiny bit of cbt at the end)

They’ve had worked their way up to Hanzo letting himself get blindfolded as he’s getting his cock stuffed with sleek, slicked-up metal rods, but this time they’ve opted out of it because Hanzo needs to watch the proceedings. Jesse doesn’t begrudge him the urge. The new sound is scary looking after all: a thin metal rod with fat metal pearls crafted along its length to keep them stationary as it got carefully pushed into the tiny tender hole at the crown of a waiting cock.

The circumference of the pearls should not be too much of a challenge. They’ve already had tried out bigger – if only slightly so – rods
 but the this new toy still looks daunting, lying at the end of a row of their normal practice sounds that Jesse will use to work Hanzo up to the main event.

He’s currently carefully pushing the second rod into Hanzo’s cock; one hand holding the lovely dick steady as the other delicately rolls the metal between two fingers as he slowly stuffs Hanzo‘s urethra. Fucks him from inside out.

When he glances up, Hanzo’s eyes are staring down at him, big and luminous. They’re a true, deep black like this in the murky twilight of Jesse’s shitty bedside lamp. After all, even in good light Jesse has trouble to distinct the iris from the pupils.

Jesse keeps watching him as he carefully nudges the rod just a little deeper, lube bubbling up around the little hole he’s fucking, and Hanzo’s face crumbles. For a second he looks almost boyish despite the liberal grey at his temples and in the thick happy trail on his lower abdomen.

He whines and squirms, his hands reaching for his crotch but he can keep himself from interfering at the last second. He flexes his fingers and lets his hands fall limp to the mattress. The big muscles in his thighs are tense.

“Want me to help you keep your hands to yourself, babydoll?” Jesse murmurs, not unkindly. Hanzo nods a bit jerkily and Jesse keeps one hand on his cock, blindly groping around the bed until he finds his old stetson. He puts it on Hanzo’s head and Hanzo automatically reaches up and curls his fingers around the wide brim.

“Now. Don’t let it fall. And don’t get a crinkle in there, right?”

Hanzo nods, his eyes now just two vaguely wet glints in the darkness of the shadow cast on his face by the hat. He carefully unclenches his fingers somewhat and holds on more carefully, arms nice and out of the way while Jesse hunkers back down and pulls the rod out, exchanging it for a third, thicker one.

Hanzo whines when it goes into his cock.

His breathing is deep and labored.

“How’s it feel?”

“Burns,” Hanzo groans, voice deep and wrecked. God, he sounds so fucked out. Jesse moves his hips, humping into the mattress as he carefully fucks Hanzo’s cock with the cool, sleek sounding rod. “So f-full
”

He’s clutching at the brim of the hat again, pulling it down low on his head. It looks awfully cute in Jesse’s opinion. He gives him a few minutes; lets him sink deeper into the feeling of the gentle burn coming with getting his urethra fucked. His cock feels so very very hot and fat in Jesse’s hand. Hanzo’s legs are restless, the heels dragging along the bed again and again; but with Jesse between his thighs, he can’t close up, and as long as his hips keep still Jesse does not mind him going a bit stir crazy.

Hanzo usually reacts well to that claustrophobic feeling in his belly when he knows he can’t get away and has to endure whatever Jesse dishes out.

When he becomes calm again, his breathing a bit wet sounding as his muscles become slack, Jesse thinks he’s ready for *it*. When he carefully pulls the third rod out, Hanzo seems to forcefully shake his lethargy off, however. He shoves the hat up again for a better view of the proceedings, cheeks a feverish cherry red, and face a glistening with sweat. His eyes look so dazed, like it physically hurts him to make himself come back up from the deep headspace he’s been in. Jesse almost wants to admonish him, but he stays quiet and lets him do his thing. He wants to see what’ll happen. He wants to be *alert*.

He knows what’s coming next, after all.

He is clearly nervous as he watches Jesse take the new rod. His legs tremble and the big muscles in his thighs jump as he fights against his gut reaction to close his thighs and shield his poor cock from what looks like a grotesque violation.

Still, his cock flexes in Jesse‘s grip, interested and downright eager. It is flushed a dark ruddy red and feels blood hot to the touch. Jesse leans in, pressing open-mouthed suckling kisses along the swollen shaft, eyes flirtatiously rolled up towards Hanzo.

It seems to do the trick: the archer calms back down, taking deep breaths to center himself. He squirms, looking for a comfortable position, and while he grabs for another pillow to stuff behind his back, Jesse eyes the gently stretched hole at the swollen tip of his cock. It looks obscene and a bit inflamed almost. There is a definite hurt flush on the tender edges that makes Jesse hot and needy. The knowledge that Hanzo willingly – eagerly, even – lets Jesse fuck him up is
 so good.

His thumb skirts the edges of the hole, nail gently pressing against it and Hanzo hisses, throwing him a queer look that’s hovering between lustful and annoyed.

Finally, they are ready. Jesse can hear Hanzo‘s breaths: already quick and only getting quicker with the first fat little pearl reaching his cock.

His hands are up at the stetson‘s brim once more, clutching it for dear life. Jesse wants to run a soothing hand along his thigh but does not have any free to do so. Instead he drags his chin along the archer‘s skin, letting him feel the rough rasp of his beard.

And then it happens: Jesse does not make it more exciting than it already is. His ears grow hot as Hanzo starts whining. The sound grows as the first pearl starts spreading his hole. Hanzo is tight as a bow string and Jesse forgets to fuck into the bedding as he watches the little bump vanish inside Hanzo‘s cock.

And then the next. And the next. Hanzo‘s mouth is dropped open, lips wet. He‘s just short of drooling as his head falls back, his hands still clutching the rim seemingly on auto pilot.

Jesse starts fucking him with the rod. Slow, careful, yet unrelenting.

He needs to see it: the fat little pearls opening Hanzo‘s tight hole up again and again. Fucking him in a way that has never been intended


Before he can prod Hanzo into talking, the archer suddenly starts babbling all on his own.

“So full, oh God
 Jesse-” The last note hangs in the air, shivery and long. Jesse suddenly is aware again of his own cock. How it is so hard it hurts; digging into the bedding, getting it wet with his excitement making everything damp.

He‘s never been one prone to a lot of pre-cum, but Hanzo has changed that. He‘s changed a lot in Jesse‘s life, come to that, but this is one of the more amusing things. How Hanzo gets him so painfully, desperately horny that his dick becomes a wet, excited mess


„You love it, don‘t you, babydoll? Love it when I fuck your gorgeous cock with some metal. Bet you would love getting it pierced with a nice fat Prince Albert. You‘d show the poor piercer what a dirty slut you are
 getting so easily hard just at the prospect of getting your hole permanently spread on some nice metal
“

Hanzo is panting, cock flexing as much as possible with a sound fucked deep down its urethra, and his body becomes nervous and shivery. Jesse knows what it means when Hanzo starts squirming like that, dragging his ass along the sheets like an unfixed cat. He lets go of Hanzo‘s cock in favor of trying to keep him still while he begins moving the rod more erratically.

He drags out two metal balls, then stuffs one back into that small, tender hole somewhat rudely, then immediately pulls it out once more…

Hanzo is getting louder. He is just short of howling, sounding like he’s getting tortured – he is – and clamping his thighs shut around Jesse’s shoulders. Jesse thinks that next time he needs to truss him up. Make sure he‘s nice and helpless while Jesse has his way with him…

„Gonna come for me?“ he rasps, his own hips flexing, fucking into the damp bedding, balls feeling stuffed full. He can only imagine how Hanzo must feel. Probably like he is about to burst; abdomen feverishly hot from his cock getting fucked by the new wicked sounding rod.

Hanzo nods, a high whine stuck in his throat, hands still mindlessly obedient on the brim of Jesse‘s hat.

“Tell me when you have to shoot.“

It does not take long. Not at all. Just three more passes of the fat pearls stretching Hanzo‘s tender piss hole impossibly wide and he‘s suddenly babbling.

“Gonnacumgonnacumgonna-”

Jesse moves quick but calm. He gets his hand back on Hanzo’s cock just to keep it carefully still as he pulls the sound from him. It is quick and causes maybe a bit more hurt than intended, but Hanzo is drooling for it now; living for the burning, mild pain.

As soon as the sound is gone, he lets go completely, and, after a quick considering look into Hanzo’s red face, gives the painfully hard cock a short sharp slap.

Hanzo convulses once with a hoarse sob.

His body has a false start, his eyes big and luminous and wet under the brim of Jesse‘s hat as he stutters out his orgasm in jerky, unsatisfying waves. Cum dribbles out of him and pools in his groin.

Jesse looks at him with no small amount of smugness, gaze hot as he slowly curls his hand back around Hanzo’s dick.

“Liked that?“

Hanzo closes his eyes like he‘s in pain, but his cock flexes obediently in Jesse’s grip.

“Ready for round two?“

Hey cyber I kno ur hot for SPH but have you ever considered… LPH? Hanzo grabbing Jesse’s dick and mocking it for being so heavy it can’t stand up… “what am I supposed to do with this? It’s just too big! It’s like a toy! Obviously I can’t do anything with it! It can’t even hold up!”………….. just. Bully the big mcdick

cyberrat:

Ooooooooohhhhhh!!!!! What a good idea that hadn‘t even occurred to me!!! Delicious delicious mmmmhhhhhh yes

Jesse humiliation is so good because he would be super eager and cute about it. Like have this huge blush and shy smile and murmur little apologies mmmhhh cutie

Mabbe Hanzo‘ll slap his big dick a bit :)))

7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 1st Fill

LĂșcio/Ana – mild ball torture; major praise kink – LĂșcio comes fresh from a concert, exhausted and pumped on all the energy from the crowd. Ana is there to gentle him down.

When the door opens and LĂșcio stumbles in, he brings with him the faint roar of the concert goers outside hoping for one more song. The second he shuts it, though, the din cuts off as well, leaving Ana with a strange feeling of being wrapped in cotton.

She has been sitting on the small couch, reading a book on her device while LĂșcio had been out getting the people frenzied in a good way. A horny one, most likely. And, by the look of him – sweaty and exhausted looking but smiling nonetheless, eyes shiny and glassy – he seems to have been swept up by his own particular magic.

Ana has witnessed it before already; how LĂșcio and his audience rile each other up, the air thick and potent with energy, and she is prepared to take on the backlash of it.

“You are done,” she says, putting her book to the side, next to her cup of tea. “You have been gone longer this time. You have gifted them quite a bit.”

LĂșcio shrugs and laughs. It sounds a bit frenzied. His hands, as he starts pulling at zippers and fumbling at buttons, are shaking with the last dredges of adrenaline. Ana folds her hands across her knee and watches him fumble in front of her.

He almost falls once or twice, stuck in the tight vest he’s trying to wrestle over his head before he realizes it, too, has a zipper. He is not usually this clumsy or scatterbrained, but the concert has been exhausting – and she enjoys watching him, anyway.

He is a lovely sight to behold.

When he finally pushes down his pants, taking his underwear with them and showing his cock off, swinging soft between his lean thighs, she can feel herself getting excited as well, clit starting to pulse deliciously.

“You are such a handsome boy. Come here.” She spreads her arms out for him in invitation and he looks embarrassed about the compliment but smiles cheekily, coming closer and standing between her spread legs so she can put her head against his tight belly and drag her hands up and down the backs of his thighs.

“Beautiful. You smell good.” He does. She’s never met anybody that smells so good when drenched in sweat. She rubs her cheek against his sweaty skin, then ducks her head, the tip of her nose just about touching the beginnings of his pubes as she sniffs on him.

He laughs again, a bit hysterical, a good bit embarrassed. He squirms but does not turn away from her.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yes. Come
 lay down.” She presses a lingering kiss against his belly button, then sits up to let him move to her side. At the beginning, when they started everything off, it had been awkward. She had felt like his grandmother; like a dirty pervert going after this young, supple man.

She does not feel so now. She feels young. Good. *Desired*. When he’s laid down with his head in her lap, his cock is lifting eagerly for her. Not anywhere near hard, but fattening up beautifully nonetheless.

She watches it with a faint little smile, her fingers dancing across his chest until they find his nipples. Small and dark and sensitive.

She pinches them and he squirms, stuttering out a little breathless moan.

“You are always so ready for me,” she murmurs, other hand playing with his hair, tugging on the thick dreadlocks; just enough to make his scalp tingle. He whines, his legs opening helplessly. Offering up his lovely cock. “I love how sensitive you are. So unused
”

She considers her words as she lets her hand trail down his sternum and belly towards his young, gorgeous cock, getting rapidly fatter just for her.

“Unspoiled,” she finally corrects herself. LĂșcio is flushed, his mouth open. He does not turn his head away; instead he watches her with dark, glazed eyes. Adoring her.

“You are always so good to your fans. I like being good to you in return. You deserve it.”

Her fingertips dance across the crown of his cock, still mostly hidden under his foreskin. He whimpers and lifts his hips, offering it up for more tender little touches, but she reaches farther down and curls her fingers around his balls.

They are tight and round and warm. Like this, she can feel his heartbeat like the fluttering wings of a bird in her palm. She loves it. He shuffles his thighs farther apart to give her more room. He loves it, too.

Ana pets across his forehead with one hand while tugging on his balls with the other, and his mouth falls open, eyes going big at the dual sensations. She squeezes down, a bit mean, and he whines and his cock flexes, curved to the right and drooping towards his belly button.

Her cunt *pulses* and she squeezes her thighs together to get a bit of pressure against her engorged clit. She wants to sit down on him and have his lovely cock slide deep inside. Fuck up against her cervix and make her ache with pleasure pain.

He is trembling in her lap, his hands lifting, helplessly curling around her wrist, but not exerting any pressure. Not trying to make her let go of his testicles as she squeezes and tugs them until there are tears in his eyes and a single clear string of pre-cum dripping from his cock.

Maybe he’ll come before she can sit down on him. That is alright as well. He is so young and eager
 So ready to get it up for her again.

“You are so perfect,” she purrs, gently making him turn his head into her lap until he can smell her cunt. He groans deliriously. He just wants her *so much*, and it is truly humbling.

Thought of LĂșcio, exhausted from fan meet ups, interviews, concerts, so much crammed in his schedule that when he’s finally done, he just goes to Hana and collapses in her lap, head on her knee just silently pleading for some relief. She’s more than happy to oblige of course, she knows how the celebrity life could be. Feeds his praise kink to the high heavens, some tough love by abusing his balls a little, maybe some pegging too to really loosen him up. That’s what best friends are for yo

*praying hands emoji* T.T yes good v good

That post about Hanzo stepping on Mccrees nuts. That was hot as fuck

Anonymous said: “

Honestly we all need more of Mccrees big sack in our lives

“

thank you!

and we absolutely need more. I need more explicit porn that pays attention to balls anyway. There’s so much good porn doing detailed BJ descriptions but I also need that for the testicles? so much?

esp some good hangers like McCree and Reinhardt def have. good heavy balls with some heft and swing to them *drags hands down face*

getting them hurt would be just the cherry on top tbh

“You are awfully cocky for a man trussed naked to a chair, surrounded by guns.”

Hanzo watches McCree with a clinical kind of interest. The man does not look too concerned, even with his big thighs spread and his junk put on display. Maybe it is because he doesn’t have to be ashamed of what he’s showing – or maybe it is because he hasn’t cared about anything for a long while.

Hanzo surmises it is both, though it itches him to make him care.

McCree is slumped a bit, throwing him an infuriating, lazy grin until one of Hanzo’s men knocks his gun roughly against his temple and barks at him to show some respect.

He does pull himself up into more of a sitting position, but it looks like he has to force himself every centimeter of the way.

“What can I say,” he murmurs. “I’m just that easy going I guess. Good show dog, one might say. Don’t bite too awfully fast. Y’ can play with me a while before I get antsy.”

He grins at Hanzo, and Hanzo almost flushes at the insolence. Instead he clicks with his tongue and comes closer – watches how McCree’s dark eyes flick over him. Greedy. Hungry.

Hanzo smirks and plays with his cuffs as if they were not perfectly immaculate.

“Funny you would say that,” he purrs back, now. “I fully do intent to play.”

He lifts his leg then, places his foot on the edge between McCree’s massive thighs. They jump a bit. He can see how the up-and-down of his hairy chest picks up just a tad. He’s getting nervous even though his face remains the same, grin in place.

Eyes flicking from the expensive leather shoe up to Hanzo’s face. He tries to figure out what will happen, but Hanzo doesn’t give him enough time before he shifts minimally – and then he has the large sac squeezed between the sole of his shoe and the hard chair.

McCree hasn’t been expecting it. He pulls in a sharp breath before he can school himself into indifference. Hanzo sees his pupils dilate sharp, a little muscle twitching at the corner of his mouth when Hanzo puts more pressure on his balls.

Oh, how quickly the smarmy grin can be wiped off of McCree’s face – and all it takes is a mean shoe against his tender sac.