The just finished live-write :3 slutty captured Hanzo in the hands of Deadlock leader McCree
Since the capture of their newest – temporary – acquisition, the hideout had changed. The usual buzz of laziness had made way for an underlying tension that seemed to thrum along the skin.
Jesse hadn’t actually seen to their captive since snatching him off of the airport – and hadn’t that been laughably easy; seemingly nobody had thought them audacious enough to actually kidnap the Shimada boss’s son in bright daylight – and he started to feel that maybe that might have been a miscalculation on his part.
His boys were very… impressionable, after all.
He walked in slow, measured steps, lazily flicking a coin through the air and snatching it again and again. The dingy hallways were practically deserted, and even peering into the usual hangouts, like the loading hangar only saw one or two passed-out drunk grunts lying behind crates or across a table.
Jesse’s bushy eyebrows climbed up his forehead. Were they all…?
They actually were. The din of voices got louder the closer his unhurried steps took him towards his destination, and, rounding the corner, he could see most of his man piling around the door of their captive’s room.
“Well, now.”
Jesse’s half-loud drawl made them freeze and turn, quickly opening up a way for him to squeeze through. “What’s all the ruckus about? Don’tcha have some work to do?”
The room was spartan; only a small table with utensils for the upkeep of their visitor standing in a corner. Jesse didn’t trust him with more, to be honest; the kid – young man – was a trained assassin, after all; which was why he was chained like a dog, arms up high and wrists bound together, a gag keeping him from running his smart little mouth.
It did not explain the rest of the ropes, though, haphazardly thrown about his body, curling tight around chest and hips, binding one leg up into the air until he could barely stand on the toes of the other foot.
“What’s that now?” Jesse hummed, eyebrows up again, gaze sliding towards Milton, who was standing to the side, face a little pinkish in eagerness and a smug smile on his face. “Thought I told ya to wash and feed ‘im and not wrap him up like a present.”
Milton shrugged. He looked unapologetic, gesturing lazily with a hand that was still holding a dripping sponge. A few drops flew through the air and smacked against Shimada’s thigh, making him flinch in response.
“Well, yeah. I was going to wash him just like you asked, but this little here asshole is determined to make everything as difficult as possible. I told him. I told him – I said: ‘Now you go be a good boy and I’ll get you nice and clean and feed you sumthin’ tasty’, but every time I got close, he would kick me. So I thought I’d truss him up a lil’ more, get him secured so I could go about my business, but -” Milton shrugged again, dipping the sponge into a bucket with soapy water. There was steam curling into the air – Jesse had told his right hand man to be as courteous as possible and Milton had taken it to heart. “He was still being fuzzy and basically curled himself up in the ropes all by himself. And then…”
Milton’s face became a little darker. His eyes were wide and glassy, staring intently at their captive – and suddenly McCree became aware of a few things. The oppressive heat of his men at his back, their murmuring, low and sleazy even though he could not make out any particular words… and their captive’s predicament.
Shimada was naked, nothing unusual, he had been a little shit even when he’d been caught, slipping daggers and other small knifes from the most ludicrous compartments of his attire, but Jesse had not seen how he had reacted to his new situation: cock curving up from his body, hard and pink, the wet tip slipped half out of the foreskin. He had a pretty dick; still young and sleek looking; it didn’t have any real girth to it yet, even though the kid had to be some 20 something.
His belly was tight, curved in as if he tried to pull away from his own, traitorous dick, and as he stared, brain still trying to catch up with the situation, it jerked and bobbed, almost slapping into the tight muscles of his stomach.
“Oh,” Jesse said slowly, watching the pink flush on the captive’s body darkening, his toes curling where they were hanging in the air, and then again, a little more forcefully and drawn out, voice dripping with satisfaction: “Oooh.”
The young Shimada heir looked nothing short but furious. He could not say a word but his dark velvety eyes were filled with tears of angry frustration, staring at McCree as if he hoped he’d drop dead any second now.
“Lookin’ mighty pissed for a lad sporting an impressive hard-on,” Jesse told him gently, stepping closer, making way for his crew to file into the room. The makeshift cell was not big enough for everyone but they sure made an effort to cram inside even so while trying not to jostle their leader in the process – as jovial as McCree could be, he did have a nasty temper every once in awhile.
“Right?” Milton hung back for a moment, just stretching out one arm and touching the wet tips of his fingers to the bouncing toes of their captive. The young Shimada immediately kicked – or tried to – his dark eyebrows drawing together even more fiercely while his cock bobbed and strained, the tip practically getting even more wet beneath McCree’s amused gaze. “He looks pissed off but I tell ya, he loves the attention. Was just a cute little chub at first and when he noticed me lookin’…”
He steps closer now, hand stretching, fingertips not quite touching Shimada’s cock as it strains and flexes, the mound of his balls almost smooth enough to make McCree wonder whether he shaved or was just naturally hairless – though the thick thatch of black hair leading towards his dick made him think it had to be the former. How exciting.
He watched the kid struggle to get away from Milton’s non-existent touch just long enough to give him a chance to unbalance himself, body wriggling like a snake, trying his damndest to push himself into the opposite direction with the very tip toes he could still reach to the ground, then finally stepped closer, hand slapping onto Milton’s shoulder.
“I think I’m goin’ to take over now.”
Milton smirked, placing the sponge into his boss’ outstretched hand. “Sure thing, Jesse. Sure thing.”
He hung back, but did not leave, practically melting into the fray of the pack at Jesse’s back.
“Well now, Mr. Shimada,” Jesse begins, stepping closer, right up into the dangling man’s face. He can feel the faint bump of his cock against his belly, but does not look down – pretends like he can’t see the flinch in Shimada’s dark eyes or the way his face twists into a desperate grimace. “We’re tryin’ to be real nice to you while we wait for your daddy to come and get you out. Got a nice warm bath prepared and everythin’.”
He leans down, dipping the sponge into the still hot water of the bucket, and turns his head towards the bobbing cock, face close enough that he can smell the young man’s arousal. There’s a noise coming from higher up, a small, soft thing that Jesse couldn’t place anywhere, as he makes sure his breath hits warm and tickling the straining shaft when he speaks.
“Since you are being difficult, I think I should do the honors then, don’t you think? A leader should always be a glowing example. I can’t have my men doing things that I haven’t done, after all.”
He leans farther in, close enough to see the pitch black pubes move with his breath just before he closes his eyes and inhales deeply just at the junction of Shimada’s young, sleek cock and those smooth balls that look feather soft and tempting.
“So you’re going to be nice and still now,” he rumbles, voice deep and throaty; he opens his eyes and gazes up straight into the young heir’s flushed face, his liquid eyes looking even wetter than before – like he is going to cry in frustration while out of the corner of his eyes, Jesse can see a sticky pearl of pre-cum slowly drip from the dark tip of his dick. “I gotta show my men how to handle you, don’t I?”
And yes, Milton’s assessment might have been perfectly spot on – not that Jesse would have doubted it even one second – because the mention of his men watching has their captive struggling with renewed vigor even as his cock flexes and his balls move, pulling up tight towards his body. His chest is heaving, flushed just as much as his belly and cock, the dark rust color of his laughably small nipples only enhancing how very much he likes the thought.
They look good enough to eat; pebbled and obscene, sitting on his chest for the taking, and Jesse wonders how swollen they could get.
“So we’re going to let them see,” he mumbles, voice a silky purr as he finally gets up again, leaving the warm cloud of musk around the young man’s hips reluctantly. He steps around him, making sure not to get into radius of that devious little leg up in the air, and takes a moment to enjoy the view from this side.
The man was heavily muscled; almost squat, if it weren’t for the trim waist. The cleft of his ass was opened enough to give a sweet glimpse of the tender little muscle between, and Jesse wondered when he would get away with just kneeling down and eating him out.
Maybe not today; it was just an appetizer, but – yeah.
“You liking what yer seein’, boys?” he suddenly barks, watching the man flinch minimally before him. When he pulls the curtain of black, thin hair to the side so he can see his face, his fingers brush the hot skin of his cheek. His ears are cherry red and radiating an incredible heat when his men’s voices call back in a cacophony of praise and well-intentioned insults.
They were a good bunch, his boys.
Jesse doesn’t wait any longer. Doesn’t want to wait any longer. There is no finesse to the way he goes at it – the sponge was still warm and soft in his good hand, and there was no amount of shyness as he pushed it up into the Shimada heir’s cleft and made him squeak again, louder this time, swaying in the bonds he managed to wrap himself up in – and Jesse could see his eyes when he leaned across his shoulder, breathing warm and wet and excited right against his sensitive ear. They were clenched shut tight, tears glistening in the dark lashes.
“Open up,” he tells him in a gruff growl, and slides the sponge along the cleft first back, then forwards, forwards, forwards, until he could cup the tender skin of his taint and the swell of those delightful, naked balls while his thumb presses against the wet, trembling muscle of his anus. It feels petal soft and stupidly vulnerable. It sets Jesse’s teeth on edge. He wants to bite this perfect little heir, litter him with bite marks and bruises. Get him accustomed to the rough wilderness out here.
Instead, he just breathes in his scent and laughs a sharp bark when Shimada does open up, obedient as a puppy, eyes snapping open to stare with a wet gaze at the eager, aroused faces around him – and that little slutty ass relaxing for the big, rough thumb to slip in as easy as if it had been buttered, dipping in deep, up to the thick knuckle before Jesse could have thought of the possibility…..
“Shit,” he hisses – grunts out – eyebrows drawn together as he leans back enough to peer between them, staring at the unexpected and total capitulation of their captive. He is stretched around the thickness of his thumb, and after a few seconds Jesse can feel the fluttering contractions – like he is confused, like he is…
Shimada had become so still, eyes wide, staring ahead, cock bobbing and drooling eagerly – drips of wetness all over the floor beneath him – and he looked so stunned, so utterly floored that Jesse knew this had not been planned.
The kid had slipped up and relaxed for just a second, following the barked, rough-voiced command, and now he couldn’t take it back anymore. McCree and he were in a curious situation; nobody could see it, after all; him slowly fucking his thumb into the captive, testing out how soft and warm he was, how slutty and obviously well used, and Shimada turned his head minimally and peeked at him out of the corner of his eyes, and… he knew it too. How they had a little secret in midst of all the men watching and getting off.
Jesse grinned, sharp and wolfish. He moved, thick arm curling around Shimada’s hips, hand curling around his cock without hesitation – gripping it as if he had any right to do so, pulling back and finally allowing the pink, tender looking foreskin to roll back across the thickest part of the glans, exposing it wet and needy to the room beneath the appreciative murmur of the people around them.
“You are a dirty boy, aren’t you?” he says half loud, hand moving a little awkwardly as he tries to keep up the pretense of washing him while actually fucking into that tender, well-trained hole… and suddenly he wonders where it had been so well trained. Maintained. Taught to open up just like so and swallow whatever it was given.
He thought about this regal, stubborn young man back home in his exotic palace, getting waited on hand and foot by his guards. Lying on his back, legs in the air, held up in place by his own men and getting used to receiving cocks day in and day out…
“Yeah you are.” His voice had dropped lower than usual. It was gravelly; almost pained sounding as he rubs his untamed beard against the soft cheek of his captive. Shimada’s head slipped back, exposing his bobbing throat as he swayed before Jesse, seemingly helpless to the motion until Jesse realizes how he is sneakily fucking into his fist, and back unto the finger penetrating him.
“A little dirty slut that gets off on getting watched. Gets hard and needy just from a few ropes and needs his captors to get him off.”
He moves his thumb, presses it mean and rough against the tender head, and the Shimada heir suddenly bows his back as well as he can and howls into his gag, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth and into the small patch of black beard he has growing on his chin.
He tries to twist away, but the ropes are holding well, cupping his body, digging in deep and leaving marks.
McCree has to think about his nipples, suddenly; so small and dark and ready to get abused by a suckling, greedy mouth. He swallows hard, and twists his hand around Shimada’s dick, squeezing mean enough to make him choke behind his gag.
“Yeah, you’re not used to this, are you? Bet your guards would not dream of touching you like this.”
The kid’s chest is rising and falling in heavy gulps of air; hard enough to make the tattoo twisting down his arm and slipping across his breast look almost alive.
Jesse twists his hand again and moves his thumb, wrist pumping, awkwardly fucking the Shimada heir with nobody the wiser. When he feels the thick, heavy pulse in his hand, he can’t help but sink his teeth into the blue ink on Shimada’s shoulder, riding out the way the kid’s ass is convulsing around his finger, milking and squeezing while he comes in front of the gathered crowd, the wet splashes of cum against concrete obscenely loud in the stifling air of the room.
Jesse pulls back the second the fluttering contractions stop clenching down on him. He feels tacky with sweat, cock bulging his pants, and head spinning with all the possibilities….
“Let him down. Get him to clean the floor,” he says roughly, not looking at Milton as he lets the sponge splash back into the water and rubs his wet hands against his jeans.
He shoulders his way past the rest of the crew, eyes stubbornly on the ground, shoulders set tight. He wonders whether Milton will see the swollen mess of the young Shimada heir’s ass when he lets him down enough to kneel on the floor and get to work his tongue against the cum splattered there.
Milton wasn’t stupid. He could put one and one together. The knowledge was thrilling. Let him know what a slut the kid was. Let the knowledge spread throughout the base. Nobody would touch him without the boss’ permission, but…
Oh, this would be fun.
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