Hanzo can just about close his eye before the cock in his left hand starts to spurt, one of the guards holding his head steady with a harsh grip in his hair as the warm, sticky mess starts to splash against him.

His tongue is lolling out, chest heaving in sharp drags of breath, utilizing that he doesn’t have a cock blocking his airway for a few seconds – until the next dick nudges his smeared cheek, rudely rubbing against him until he finally turns his head and licks it into his mouth.

He hears the faint swish of the sliding door and then a sharp curse.

“Again?? How much have I missed?”

“Master has been begging for it again. Ah… maybe an hour?”

“Shit. Stand aside. I’ve been thinking about nothing but pussy since I started my shift.”

Hanzo gurgles around the cock in his mouth, blindly groping for another one with his hand – but instead the guard between his legs slides out and another one takes his place; cock dry and still sliding in without a hitch, aided by the sticky, creamy mess already left.

“Need to ask for a raise,” someone murmurs, “keeping him satisfied is a full time job.”

Hanzo’s young, sleek cock is standing at attention, flushed pink and ready to burst in excitement. The tears from the beginning have long since dried up. He always was so weepy when he got the first cocks; not getting fucked for a couple days made him a mess.

“Is Nozaki’s shift done? Get him in here. I need a breather…”