Tag: hanzo/guards

2nd Batch Ko-Fi Prompts – 1st Fill

Hanzo/Castle Guards; Genji watching ~670 words

Genji is clutching at one of the beams he is crouched next to in the rafters. He had been expecting to find his brother here, today – but not like this.

One of the men ringing him puts his head back, face twisting. Genji’s aural sensors pick up on the small, repressed grunt as the guard comes in thick little spurts across Hanzo’s wrist and against the palm of his hand.

Hanzo’s fingers only tighten around the cock, squeezing, milking, obviously loath to let him go while another steps in front of him and grabs roughly at the small ponytail he is sporting, lifting his head and pulling his eager mouth across the new, waiting dick.

It’s been going like this for a while now; someone stepping away and someone new – or recharged – stepping in, but Hanzo doesn’t look like he is anywhere close to done. His face is lax, eyes half-closed – as docile and relaxed looking as Genji has ever seen him.

He looks like he’s about to play sleepy kitten and lean his forehead against he guard’s belly while he gets throat fucked, and the man – seemingly coming to the same conclusion – rips at the handful of hair and barks at him to “Keep it up, slut!”.

Someone steps in from behind, and Genji shifts when Hanzo gurgles around the cock spreading his throat open as another dick gets rammed into his well-used ass, cunt as sloppy and wet and eager around the new intruder as his mouth is.

“Never thought I’d see this again,” one of the guards pipes up suddenly. Genji shudders, softly padded fingertips digging deep into the wooden beam he leans against. The man using Hanzo’s throat like a cheap fleshlight barks out a laugh and nods. He doesn’t answer, though – instead, he gets a weird little expression before he pulls out a bit hasty, one hand still in Hanzo’s hair to keep him where he is because they’ve all found out he will try to suck them back in if they get their dicks just close enough.

He keeps the swollen, violently red tip just out of reach of Hanzo’s wet, swollen lips, staring down into his dazed, sweaty face as he moves his fist along the sloppy wet dick. His aim is bad, a bit jerky from his heavily heaving chest and the warm orgasm pulsing through him, but he still gets most of the mess in Hanzo’s dark hair and against his forehead, wiping the last few drops against the bridge of his nose.

“What did we say? We’ll let him go if he spreads ‘em good enough?”

“Think so, yes…”

The man fucking Hanzo’s sloppy hole cackles. He reaches down, hand grabbing at Hanzo’s ankle and pulling it up roughly to the side, making sure he holds it in a way that doesn’t allow him to rest his knee against the ground, supremely putting him off-balance as another man bullies him into giving him a handjob.

“But why should we? I mean we could keep him. Have a nice warm hole to dick whenever we want…” He lets his head fall back and takes a deep breath as he presses his hips against Hanzo’s ass, grinding deep, rotating as if he was set on getting the cum deep in his guts nice and frothy. “Fuck- the things he can do with his goddamn ass…”

Hanzo does not look particularly concerned about their bragging. In fact, he doesn’t look like he’s even heard them. He tries to keep from toppling over onto his face, panting with his tongue lolling out, spit dripping from the tip to the ground as he tries to coordinate his hand jerking off the cock sliding against his palm, as well as the new one nudging sticky and obnoxious against his cheek, making sure to wipe the wetness off against his neatly kept beard.

To be quite honest, he does not look like he would mind being kept as a living fleshlight. Genji squirms.

Here you go ❤ the just completed baby live-write 😀 some young!Hanzo/castle guards daddy kink

Hanzo gets weepy when they don’t stuff him with cock. He loves feeling the smooth texture weighing down his tongue and the spread of his rim burning from too little lube to smooth the way.

Still, they liked to tease him every now and then and deny him just to hear him whine for their cocks, dark eyes brimming with tears and cheeks filling with hectic red spots – as if he was actually fearing them denying what he needed most. As if they had any choice but to obey the kid of the boss when he was vying for a fuck, naked beneath loose clothes and pulling their hands into the generous folds to feel him up whenever none of the other servants were around to witness.

Hanzo is not especially good at sucking cock but he is enthusiastic about it – drooling liberally as they fuck across his soft palate, trying to nudge their way into the soft, jerking grip of his throat and teach him how to let them deep dick him. He is eager but still chokes too easily, spit dribbling down his chin, body shaking with suppressed coughs.

He always looks at them, though – they never had to teach him that sweet little trick; his eyes always wide and curled up, trying to watch their faces and anticipate how good he was being for them.

Sometimes – often times – this was not enough, however, and he would let the cock he’s suckling on pop out of the warm, silky grip of his lips to snuggle his cheek against the shaft, the dripping tip smearing into the ink black hair at his temple.

Just as he was doing now; nose shyly rubbing into the wiry hair at the base of the guard’s cock, barely nudged against the hard belly by the slow, leisurely thrusts from behind. He seems unperturbed. In his own little world filled with kind dicks that filled him up and warmed his belly with creamy, thick loads.

“Are you happy, daddy?”

If he is ever put-upon by their resulting laughter, he has never shown it outright – rather the opposite.

“Shit, he’s clenching down,” the guard behind him grunts, stilling the already slow thrusts to slide the pads of two fingers slowly along the stretched, pouty rim. “His little cunt is gripping down like he doesn’t want to let my dick go any time soon.”

The man in front of him is undeterred by the snickering around them; large hand coming to lie atop the young heir’s head, tilting him back so he can nudge the wet tip of his cock against the receptive, open mouth; Hanzo’s lips are already fucked soft and pliant; plump from sucking the third dick in a row.

“I would be happier if you didn’t stop sucking my cock, baby boy,” he says, voice not unkind, dipping into the soft, dismayed ‘o’ when Hanzo’s eyebrows pull together in a frown, eyes widening.

“Hey… he’s your daddy now? I thought I  was daddy…”

Hanzo turns his head, releasing the cock trying to nudge deeper with a wet little sound, smearing the sticky tip against his cheek in the process. He looks torn as he gazes up at another of the guards. Confused like he couldn’t understand what the problem was.

“You are…”

He lifts his hand, curling it around the half-hard cock because it’s there and it’s close and he couldn’t help but want to get his hands on every dick in his vicinity if he was like this. It’s still tacky from fucking his ass earlier, the flesh spongy in his lovingly cupping palm – but it starts filling obediently enough when he squeezes it and lets it slide silky and slow through his fingers, eyes fixed on it like he wasn’t getting dicked from behind; like there wasn’t a second one nudging against the corner of his mouth and the guard in front of him huffing impatiently.

“I am?” the third man hums, sidling closer.

“Daddy…” Hanzo is mindless, whining for it without really listening to what is being said – just instinctually answering in a way he feels is correct and will assure him the most cocks. When he leans over, mouth falling open; already hungry for the sticky cock in his grip, the man in front of him fists a hand in his hair and jerks him back again, face flushing angry red.

“Ey! None of that, now. You already got a cock to service. Be a good boy, Hanzo.”

It is so easy to guide him; have his scattered attention diverted from one cock to the other, his usually sharp eyes hazy and drunk looking as he sticks his tongue out obediently to welcome the spit slick cock back inside, mumbling an indistinct, “Yes daddy…” as he does so.

There’s no hint of his usual awkwardness; his almost painful need to be the best and sharpest and seem perfect all around. On his knees and with his rim puffy from thick cocks spreading it, creamy cum getting fucked out of him in a frothing mess, he seems as content as he never was when kneeling quietly next to his father attending business meetings.

He groans through his nose when he feels the cock in his ass flexing, blunt tip pressing into the spongy, giving walls lovingly hugging it, then scrambles to stick his arm between his legs, fingers almost frantically covering the swollen gape of his rim, working to push the sticky strings of cum bubbling out and down his perineum back inside while the guard behind him slowly stands with an exhausted grunt and makes way for another to take his place.

While he has to wait, he plugs himself up with shaking fingers.

His nose is running and his belly feels tight. He looks pale except for the redness rimming his eyes and the reddish bruise his mouth had become.

“What’s up?” the guard in front of him asks, hand gently carding through sweaty hair. Hanzo mumbles, trying to talk while lapping at the cock idly rubbing across the plush cushion of his tongue.

The guard huffs and pulls back just enough to let him properly speak.

“Hurts, daddy.”

“Your cunt? Sure it does…”

“Yeah,” another guard jeers, pulling the door shut behind him. He is fresh-faced and cocky still; the eagerness not yet fucked out of him by the insatiable heir of the Shimada Clan. “Burns, doesn’t it? Daddy can make it all better.”

His cock is out within seconds, black tie thrown over his shoulder so it wouldn’t get dirty as he kneels down and spreads Hanzo’s ass with both hands to watch the soft gape of his hole around the shaking fingers stuffing him.

Hanzo’s eyes roll up when his fingers are forced out by a new cock pushing insistently against him, ears burning and pounding with his heart beat when he hears them speak about him:

“I can just slide in, right? There’s so much cum here…”

“Think so. He’d make a ruckus if it hurts.”

“Yeah, he’s lubed up enough. Think he’s got three or four loads in him now.”

“I kinda just wanna see him getting raw dicked. Bet he starts jumping like a rabbit when he gets fucked by a dry cock.”

“How ‘bout we ask him?”

Hanzo’s mouth is hanging open to better breathe, tongue out and trying to get a lick at the cock just inches away from his nose. He looks confused when he gets gently slapped with two fingers, gazing up at the serious face looming above.

“You okay? Wanna get fucked by a dry cock?”

He blinks slowly; then again; then a third time, his knees inching farther apart, sleek, young cock surging up between his thighs, slapping against his tight belly until a thin string of pre-cum connects the tip to just beneath his belly button where it dabbed his skin.

“Daddy,” he whines, low and drawn out. Pleading. It’s not an answer at all, but they take it as one anyway, laughing and petting him with an affectionate negligence only reserved to favorite pets.

Honestly, he doesn’t register the first couple of inches, eyes focused on the cock in front of him; how it is getting jerked just inches from his face, a harsh hand in his hair keeping him from actually reaching and sucking the fat tip into his greedy mouth.

When the sensation registers; an uncomfortable burn as he gets spread open wide once more, he has barely time to whine a pathetic “Daddy…” before his attention is drawn away once again by warm cum splashing across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose; the low, guttural grunt of the man above him ringing in his ears and making his belly feel warm and fuzzy.

“Fucking stellar. Good boy. Keeping still for daddy. That’s it, goddamn.”

His hand is still around a sticky cock he’s neglected completely, the guard happy with his slim, callused fingers forming a tight tunnel for him to fuck into, but now Hanzo is getting agitated; his face warm and dripping with cum, his ass warmed by a cock fucking into him that feels bigger than any of the others yet; so large he has to suck his belly in and try to curve his back up, somehow simultaneously moving away from the deep dicking but also putting himself into a better position to allow the blunt head to nudge against his prostate.

His grip tightens around the cock in his hand, body shaking and exhausted. His intestines feel bloated with the cum already deposited inside him. He wonders, vaguely, whether his stomach is bulging with it; whether his daddies have filled him up enough to leave him with a little something to remember them by.

Maybe enough to slide his hand across his belly every now and then and remind himself how thoroughly they had fucked him.

Hanzo barely feels the cock in his grip pulse; the sticky cum coating his fingers and dripping down his arm before he is allowed to cower on all fours and let his head hang low, a low, continuous sound fucked out of him by the cock reaming his ass.

“Daddy… fuck… fuck me, please… oh god…”

“I am,” the man behind him grunts; he sounds dogged. Determined. His hands are gripping Hanzo’s hips tight enough to leave large, purplish bruises. The sharp edge of his fly is biting into the tender skin of Hanzo’s ass every now and then, making him almost squeak with the pain of it, toes curling hard enough to make his calves cramp.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you until you can’t sit for a week straight,” the guard promises him. He sounds indistinct – as if he were talking with his teeth gnashed together like a beast. Hanzo senses more than really feels him put one foot up next to his knee, getting better leverage to hump into him and make him feel the girth of his cock, finally slicked enough with the cum frothing out at the sides, getting pressed out from his cock with embarrassing squelching sounds. “Gonna fuck you good. Get you bred nice and deep with daddy cum. You want that, don’t you? Fucking slut begging everybody to be your goddamn daddy. Yeah – yeah, hold your ass open for me. That’s the ticket. That’s the fuckin-”

He chokes on his own spit, eyes nearly bulging as he comes, staring down to where Hanzo is gripping his cheeks hard, nails biting into the tender flesh as his cheek rubs against the floor. He’s spreading himself wide, making the burn a little more acute – a little more delicious as he listens to the filth pouring down on him, mouth open wide and just about visible beneath the wild tangle of his hair, gasping for breath, smears of cum still on his chin and along his jaw.

He looks like an absolute mess.

When the man behind him pulls out, slowly, huffing through his nose and eyebrows drawn together in intense focus, a thick dribble of cum follows behind before Hanzo can tense up enough to stop the flood.

His hole looks ruined – red and swollen; well-fucked and soft after hours of relentless reaming.

Nobody had thought of giving the Shimada heir a hand but there’s still a mess between his shaky knees.