Commissioned by the very lovely and generous @filthinessabounds.

An Au wherein nobody seems to bat an eyelash at the fact that Reyes is grooming deadly soldiers into sexual slaves lol ; McCree gets caught by Hanzo and his brother and they have fun dehumanizing him and using him for their needs.

Slowly but surely, he worms his way into their hearts, though trololol

Warning: Shimadacest. Not too explicit but def there.

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“Who’s that?” Genji asks, leaning across Hanzo’s shoulder and nuzzling the side of his face obnoxiously.

Hanzo grunts and leans away, throwing him an irritated sidelong glance before focusing back on the computer screen where a dark figure is slipping across one of their garden walls.

“Just some petty thief,” Hanzo murmurs, watching how the small figure practically swaggers across the premise and directly towards a corner of the main house behind which five guards are already waiting, silent and ready to kill. Hanzo frowns and Genji murmurs with an amused kind of wonder, “Is he insane? Maybe he’s a poor homeless idiot…”

They watch as he rounds the corner – and smoothly ducks, leg sweeping out to kick out the legs of two guards. Hanzo stiffens and Genji’s fingers on his shoulders dig in deeper as the brothers watch the shadow move fluidly – five flashes of light indicating the rapid, precise shots he fires to kill their men. A second later the growling boom of the revolver reaches through the open window behind them.

“Not just some petty thief, onii-chan,” Genji observes, eyebrows drawn together as he watches Hanzo zoom the camera in to get a better look on their reckless uninvited guest who is currently sifting through the dead men’s pockets.

“Oh,” Genji whispers when they get a look at his face. “He’s cute.”

They watch him stand back up – all long limbs and trim body encased in light armor that leaves little to the imagination. Genji’s hand slowly rubs across Hanzo’s shoulder and then slides down and into the open yukata; fingertips digging into the firm tissue around Hanzo’s nipple in mindless excitement.

“I want him, onii-chan.”

“Yes, Genji. I think this could be… amusing.”

.o.

Genji is looking excited when Hanzo steps into the room. There’s a feverish flush on his cheeks, eyes glinting from where he’s standing just out of sight of their captured prey.

Hanzo has left him more time than usual with their newest acquisition – and it shows. The naked man is flushed down his chest, his nipples an angry, almost inflamed red from getting played with.

His cock is big and beautiful and curved up towards his belly in eager anticipation. Hanzo allows himself a small smirk and ducks his head in deference so nobody would see. The first days with new prey were always the most succulent – when the knowledge started to sink in that getting horribly teased would be the only thing they could expect from their little stay.

“He’s American, onii-chan,” Genji suddenly pipes up, fingers twitching restlessly at his sides. “He has a cute accent.”

Hanzo nods at him solemnly, taking in the confused, nervous jerk of their captive’s gaze. He obviously didn’t understand a word Japanese, and it wouldn’t hurt to let him think they were discussing how to dispose of him the best.

“Did he say anything else? Who sent him?”

“No. Told me I was a pretty thing, though. And that he’d make it worth my while if I let him go.”

Hanzo nearly barks a laugh at the audacity. He watches the man strapped onto the reclining metal chair. He looks uncomfortable – but not enough to stop his cock from an overager flex against his clenching abs. He seems to have no idea whether what he found himself in was a good or bad situation. Maybe he was hoping for the former after Genji has had a little fun with him earlier.

Hanzo’s face stays an impassive, clinically scrutinizing mask as he leans over the man and inspects his wild eyes. He ignores the low, crooning sounds he makes, jaw working around his gag, and instead says, “A charmer, then. They never last long. Big talk and nothing to back it up.”

He was a gorgeous specimen, however. Long limbs, dark hair, soulful eyes – and a sharp jawline barely dusted with stubble that looked like it would be very comfortable and sturdy to sit on.

The man looked barely younger than Genji.

“What did he have on him?”

“Barely anything. His gun. Shells. Some kind of grenade.” Genji grins at Hanzo. “A communicator. We can give it a shot later. Trace back the signal.”

Hanzo follows the flick of Genji’s hand towards the table on the other side of the room currently full of their captive’s clothes and the meager gear he’s had on his person. How curious.

“Nothing else?”

“No, onii-chan.”

What had been the man’s orders?

Hanzo can see sweat forming along the brow of the man. There’s a certain kind of apprehension creeping into the brown eyes, and his cock starts to flag at last. Hanzo reaches out and shushes him when the man flinches away, stubbornly trying to turn his face from the approaching hand.

He scowls when it doesn’t really work and Hanzo taps against the slick rubber of the ball between his lips.

“So,” he says, at last switching into English. He sees a dull spark flare to life in their pet’s eyes: a spark of hope. Hanzo allows a cold smirk to curl the corners of his lips up. He uses the slick spit on the rubber ball to slowly, sensually, rub along the man’s lips. He can feel the warm, nervous huff of his quick breaths tickle his fingers. “Seems like a stray mutt wandered into our halls.”

Genji shifts, moving out from behind the man and to his side. Hanzo can see him flush an immediate, dull red when the sight reminds him of whatever Genji had done to him earlier. Hanzo wishes he would have let the cameras run. He is curious, but quite certain Genji will give him a minute replay of the happenings later.

“You know where you are, yes?” Hanzo purrs. He stops getting the man’s lips wet and glistening, and grips the point of his scruffy chin, demanding his undivided attention. The man hesitates, but nods eventually. “You know who we are?” Another nod – this one accompanied by a stubborn furrowing of his bushy eyebrows.

Genji reaches out for him and idly tweaks at one rust colored nipple until the man whimpers. Hanzo is struck by how gorgeously needy he already sounds even though basically nothing has happened. He shoos Genji’s eager fingers away with one quelling glare. Now was not the time to play.

“We don’t know who you are, though – and we are so very curious about our new guest. Will you tell us your name?” They stare at each other silently for a few seconds before the man nods cautiously.

He works his jaw, tongue darting out to lick at the tender corners of his mouth the second Genji loosens the straps of the gag and pulls it from between his obediently opened teeth.

“Howdy, partners,” the man finally drawls with a surprisingly pleasing voice, and Hanzo can’t help the small smirk twitching at his lips. He throws Genji a short glance, then looks back at their captive. Silent. Waiting. His eyes zero in on the movement of his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows nervously.

“The name’s Jesse McCree.” It suits him, even though it was most certainly fake or simply erased out of history from whatever organisation had sent him. Either way, they would run it through their data banks just to be on the safe side.

“Mr. McCree,” Hanzo greets him jovially, hand falling heavily onto Jesse’s naked abdomen. He can feel the muscles clench immediately – McCree was gratifyingly sensitive it seemed.

“Welcome to Hanamura.”

.o.

“He takes it so well,” Genji near-giggles, watching how McCree’s body opens up easily to the dildo he’s working into him. “I think he’s used to it.”

Hanzo looks up from his perusal of their guest’s meager possessions and makes his way over. He stares into the flushed face; the way he has his eyes clenched tightly shut. He looks embarrassed.

“Is that so?” Hanzo asks, voice pitched low in a parody of companionable understanding. “Were you someone’s toy before?”

The dog groans and suddenly starts jerking, ripping at his ties with renewed, desperate vigor. He’s gnashing teeth into the gag they forced back in place and wildly shakes his head.

When he realizes his fervent denial has had the exact opposite effect, he sags back down into his chair – dejected.

Genji looks delighted as he rubs his cheek against the inside of McCree’s thigh and slowly presses the toy deeper until their captive grunts and his knees jerk.

.o.

“Smile for the camera, dog.”

Hanzo leans back to better get all of McCree’s body in the shot; the angry, swollen line of his cock against his messy belly; the arch of his back from having to lie on his bound arms; the cum on his bleary face dripping down his scruffy chin – he finds McCree was making a rather fetching sight. Especially when Hanzo nudges his hips forward, pushing in deeper into the welcome gape of his body. He takes another picture the second the dog’s face crumbles in almost reluctant pleasure, eyebrows drawn together and mouth dropping open as he groans.

“I think your contact will enjoy this one,” Hanzo tells him sincerely and smirks at the pitiful groan of his captive at getting reminded of his predicament.

It had not been hard to trace the signal of the dog’s communication device back, and even though the talk he’s had with the deep, growling voice of an ill-tempered man had been short and nothing short of volatile, he was more than pleased with himself.

“He will look for you, yes? You said it yourself…” Hanzo’s hands travel down the wide spread of McCree’s thighs, feeling up the trembling muscles still fighting against the ropes curled around his ankles and holding his feet up in the air.

McCree’s face flushes a dull, angry red and he grits his teeth – he hadn’t spoken for the better part of three days out of sheer stubbornness after his idiotic blunder, but Hanzo wasn’t too concerned. Sooner or later, he would sing for him.

He reaches down, curling a hand around the feverishly hot cock and gives it one gentle pump. McCree howls and arches, neck straining and body trying to writhe; to get purchase and aggressively fuck into Hanzo’s fist – needless to say he doesn’t manage any of it.

“You can come,” Hanzo coos at him, hips working torturously slow; dipping into the American’s body at his own leisure. After a second of building up McCree’s hope, he continues: “If you tell me who you’re working for.”

The dog clenches his eyes shut and harshly breathes through the process of crawling away from the very precipice Hanzo had brought him to yet again.

.o.

“P-p-p-please, I can’t. N-no.”

McCree is a blubbering, mindless mess, his lean body drenched in sweat. Hanzo suspects everything that was holding him up by now was the harness around his belly.

“I’m sure you can, Mr. McCree,” Genji tells him with a sincerity and understanding that Hanzo thinks is almost worse for the man than the insistent fingers rubbing up against his prostate. McCree is flat-out sobbing, voice cracking – and Hanzo is secretly glad he managed to stabilize the connection just in time.

“Show some backbone, boy! I can’t believe this shit. Maldito.”

The rough voice of his commander did not seem to help – if any, it was making McCree more frantic, fingernails digging against the floor until they were chipped and bleeding.

“Please stop!” he’s howling and throwing his head around, staring back to Genji who is kneeling behind him and watching with almost fond curiosity how certain movements of his fingers were causing McCree’s cock to drool out even more cum.

“I thought you wanted to come,” Genji tells him – not unreasonable, too. Hanzo watches with morbid fascination as Genji leans forward and presses a kiss against their toy’s ass. “I’m just helping you. Your poor cock looked so fat and stuffed. I think you will feel so much better when I’ve drained you.”

He is petting him, too – rubbing a hand down the dog’s sweaty back in a gentle, soothing rhythm that actually started to calm him down.

Hanzo sometimes envied Genji’s gift this particular cruelty – though, looking into his little brother’s face, he wasn’t quite certain anymore if it was still just an act.

“McCree!” the voice from the phone barks, “Don’t you dare-” he interrupts himself. Hanzo could practically hear the grinding of the man’s teeth. “McCree,” he tries again after a second, crooning this time – changing up his tactic – “You are better than this, kid. You know we’re going to get you out of there. Just hang on, alright?”

McCree whimpers. He is caught between a hard place and a rock and Hanzo feels a peculiar tug in his belly when he watches how he lets his head hang low, tears dropping from the tip of his nose.

“That’s it,” Genji coos behind him, fingers lovingly massaging their toy’s prostate into the most unsatisfying orgasm; milking him dry into a shallow bowl he put beneath the wet head of his cock earlier. “Good boy.”

McCree shudders out a breath and becomes pliant and accepting of his fate for the night.

.o.

Hanzo sits back in his chair, a scowl firmly in place.

“Again?”

“Yes, onii-chan.”

Hanzo blows out a very slow, careful breath, trying not to let his anger show too much. Genji rounds the desk and makes his brother roll back in his chair so he can place himself in his lap.

“Are we sure it was the same people?” Hanzo murmurs, stubbornly insistent on not letting Genji’s nuzzling against his throat deter him. Genji sighs and pulls back.

“There is almost no doubt. They obviously want their toy back by all means necessary. At this rate we’ll soon be defenceless because all our guard will have been taken out.”

They are both quiet as they chew on that bit. Eventually, Genji rests his head against his big brother’s shoulder and presses his face against the side of his throat.

“I like him. I don’t want to give him back,” Genji mumbles, and not for the first time Hanzo wonders if maybe his little brother hasn’t gotten too attached to the captive they’re holding in the basement.

.o.

McCree hasn’t seen daylight for more than a month and while Hanzo doesn’t find anything wrong with that, Genji is insisting that their pet should be allowed one little stroll in the neatly kept gardens behind the main house.

“He’s going to get sick if we don’t let him move his muscles more,” Genji muses while they are standing in the special basement and staring at McCree. The man in question is disoriented and trussed up, his blindfolded face twitching into the direction of their voices. He always looks more nervous when they talk Japanese, but for the first time Hanzo realizes how gaunt his cheeks are.

McCree is shivering even cramped up into a kneeling position as he was now, drool slicking out of his open mouth and onto the floor because Genji likes having unhindered access just as much as Hanzo, which is why Jesse more often than not had a spider gag prying his jaw open.

Watching McCree, he kind of did look… sad. Small and afraid, cock perpetually hard from them playing with him and not giving him release.

Hanzo scowls and turns away.

“I will need to double our guards. Make sure he is secured. I don’t want any mishap. No longer than 30 minutes.”

Genji seems mighty pleased by Hanzo’s acquiescence and squeezes his brother’s hand before setting to task on getting the dog ready for his walk.

–

They end up sending whoever McCree’s commander is a video of the mutt lying in the grass, still naked and hobbled but looking more content than either of them had ever seen with his head in Genji’s lap and his bruised-looking eyelids closed against the sun.

Hanzo is quiet while he films Genji stroking McCree’s dirty hair and down to scratch beneath his chin until McCree is tilting up for it and rumbling low in his chest.

He quickly stops to film when he feels his throat go strangely tight and he has to look away.

–

Twenty minutes later Genji is taking pictures of McCree lying stretched out in the warm grass and cuddling with Hanzo’s cock as if he was making love to it. There’s a certain kind of serenity in his face that had not been there yet as he drags his tongue slow and familiar across the swollen head of his master’s cock while sunlight warms his back.

They end up sitting and choosing various pictures of McCree’s relaxed face sticky with cum and him trying to lap at what has seeped into the beard that had grown in his captivity while McCree is rolled up at their feet and dozing, his hard dick getting tickled by the grass. For once, he doesn’t seem to mind not being able to come without their permission.

–

Genji finds out that McCree loves sweets and promptly proceeds to let him lick melted chocolate from his fingertips – and then his nipples – when McCree has eaten his daily meal like a good boy.

Hanzo, in turn, finds out McCree has a thing for cigarette smoke, after blowing it into his face on an idle whim and listening to McCree groan dragged out and needy, nostrils flaring and chest heaving as he tries to suck in as much of the smoke as possible.

They record the dog’s pathetic begging for more as Genji edges him slowly with a thin, faintly vibrating rod that he slides round and round the angrily swollen cockhead, and Hanzo blows smoke into his eyes because he likes how their pet looks when his bleary gaze clears after hectically blinking.

(Genji takes a picture of him directly sharing a drag of his expensive cigarette by kissing the mutt lewd and deep just because he had been wondering how those little, needy sounds would feel on his tongue.

They don’t send that picture but still keep it for their own purposes.)

–

“Please, please, please,” McCree is whispering, ass high in the air and hands clawing at his own cheeks to pry them apart and show off the soft gape of his hole; the flushed, swollen rim and his tender looking balls peeking out between his thighs. “In here,” he whimpers, voice rough and broken on a sob.

Hanzo pauses for a second, eyebrow furrowing in surprise. He flicks a gaze towards Genji who looks like he’s going to vibrate out of his skin behind the camera he’s holding.

“Yes?” Hanzo murmurs, one hand gently petting down the slope of their pet’s back towards his tailbone. He plays with him – fingertips rubbing along the very edge of his well used hole. “You want my cock?”

“Y-Ye…” he chokes on his own drool in his excitement, fingernails digging harshly into the skin of his pert ass. “Yes, please! Master, please!”

“Don’t you want to come?” Hanzo prompts gently, shuffling forward and replacing his teasing finger with the flushed head of his cock; dipping it into the needy gape and pulling away before McCree can try to suckle him in. The dog sobs but doesn’t strain backwards into the touch. He stays right where they put him and doesn’t move an inch.

“N…no… please. Want your cock,” he rasps.

Hanzo leans over him as his cock slides slow and smooth into a now familiar and well-loved space. Fucking McCree has become somewhat of a comfort, he realizes dimly as he puts his hand into the back of the dog’s neck and holds him down – needlessly, to be honest, since McCree is not going to go anywhere and just moaning rough and happy on his cock.

It makes for a better visual though, he finds – especially when he looks up directly into the camera and grins triumphantly, because whoever McCree’s commanding officer is, and whatever organization had sent him: now they had to know that the little fuckdoll was theirs.

Hanzo was quite pleased with himself – even though in the end, McCree was just as much a mystery as he’d been the first night. They had never gotten him to tell them anything; a fact that made Hanzo begrudgingly respect the little slut.

.o.

Their game had been fun two months ago. Now, several well-trained guards and expensive resources later, Hanzo was getting more than tired of it.

Had it been any of their other pets, he’d have killed it and thrown it out as a warning to its ilk long ago. As it was, however…

…they were in a stalemate; as simple and as complicated as that. He recognized that the man pulling the strings on the other side was just as stubborn as he, and it made for a volatile and drawn-out game of cat-and-mouse.

Sometimes Hanzo wondered about this other man and how badly he wanted McCree back. It couldn’t be out of too much affection, really – from what he and Genji had surmised from the dog’s reactions at the beginning, he’d been well trained and often fucked, yes, but also nearly pissed himself on the occasions Genji was too enthusiastic and got him to choke on his cock.

In the end, it didn’t matter too much – and didn’t change the fact that having McCree in their possession was simply expensive.

It was amusing – though not surprising, if he was honest – when the growling voice on the other side of a sudden late-night call was begrudgingly telling him the same thing.

“He’s a good cock sucker but honestly not worth the effort. I propose a deal between you and me.”

“Is that so.”

“Yes. That’s how it is, puta. Now listen up.”

.o.

“I’m surprised you actually agreed to this, onii-chan,” Genji muses, focused on the jaw he was carefully shaving. McCree was sitting still, eyes half-closed and content. He did not have a gag in this time, and all he’d said when Genji had let him spit it out into his palm was ‘Thanks partner.’

“Mostly I’m curious about this man. He did train him well.”

They watch as McCree, looking very handsome and very young without the scruff he’d had amassed, nuzzles affectionately against Genji’s shoulder. There is none of the previous apprehension he had shown whenever they had talked in Japanese around him; an easy trust radiating off of his whole person.

When Genji puts a hand on his thigh and pets him there, he eagerly opens his knees; giving them easy access to everything. Hanzo can’t help the fond feeling bubbling up in his chest, but the communicator in his ear crackling to life saves him before he does anything stupidly sappy.

‘Your guest has arrived, sir.’

Hanzo straightens and slides hands across his front to smooth down expensive, silky fabric.

“I will go and welcome our guest. We will be coming when all the… formalities have been taken care off.” McCree’s gaze flickers over to him, face losing a bit of its color. He seems nervous and apprehensive, but doesn’t bring his earlier vague protestations about the meeting up again.

(‘Don’t you want to see your old master again? You must be missing him,’ Hanzo had asked in mild amusement, sniffing delicately when all McCree did was squirm on the spot.

‘Is he dangerous?’ Hanzo had queried further, voice silky, fingers gentle as he scratched their pet behind its ears. He wondered if this was it – whether now of all times he’d finally get the answers he had been looking for.

McCree had closed his eyes, nuzzling against the inside of Hanzo’s wrist.

‘’Course he is, master,’ had been all he had been willing to say on the subject.)

Hanzo dallies a little longer, waiting for McCree to voice his protest again. When all he does is look up at Genji in embarrassed arousal, gaze flicking towards the shiny machine not far away, Hanzo huffs and makes his leave.

McCree was infuriatingly loyal.

–

The man had introduced himself as Reaper with a sardonic grin on his face and a hard glint in his eyes – and Hanzo had realized that yes, this man was dangerous; but also that they were cut from the same cloth.

Little was exchanged apart from sharp nods and almost begrudging greetings. The money was digitally transferred in the solemn silence and isolation of Hanzo’s office. He refused to be intimidated by the sheer bulky size of the man on the other side of the desk.

He had been waiting the duration of their bitter silence for Reaper to give in and ask to see his pet one last time, but was sorely disappointed. The man stood like a rock, scowl firmly in place and mouth pulled into a frown. From the looks of it, he had been ready to abandon the dog in favor of his own wounded pride.

Hanzo could… respect that.

“A last… parting present. If you will,” he had conceded eventually, gesturing towards the door with a small, economic motion. Reaper had shot him a scowling, wary gaze, then huffed out a laugh, uncrossing his arms from his wide chest.

“I hope it’ll be worth it.”

“Oh. It will.”

–

It is.

Genji has prepared the dog beautifully; long shaggy hair brushed out to a shine and pulled back into a low sitting ponytail to show off the contortions of his face; oil rubbed into his skin to get it slick and shiny for their added viewing pleasure where he kneels above a low stool with a thick, sturdy leather seat that Jesse could push against in abandon and get out all of his frustration without fear of it breaking down or him hurting himself in his efforts.

Standing to the side, Hanzo is struck again with how plain gorgeous McCree is. Limbs long and with lithe, quivering muscles as he strains aimlessly against his bonds. He has long since stopped actually fighting their appropriation of his body; all his shifting and jerking just a mindless reaction of his overloaded brain as the machine behind him works relentlessly at driving him insane.

The apparatus was as sleek it its design as it was simple; one piston of stainless steel gleaming wet and oily in the warm light of the single lamp whenever it pulls back enough to show before driving in once more; sliding in buttery smooth and getting McCree to whimper.

The sound is muffled around Genji’s cock, wide brown eyes looking up at his master with loyal adoration.

“Well.”

Reaper doesn’t say more for the longest time. His face has taken on an almost wistful expression before a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth and he slowly makes his way over; steps carefully measured and heavy on the bare concrete of the floor.

Hanzo can see the dog stiffening, body jerking against the low stool Genji has bound him to. He wants to turn his head but Genji’s hands are there holding him, not letting him pull off his cock as he nudges in deeper until he was pushing against the resistance of McCree’s throat.

McCree, in his inattention, gags – the sound wet and soft and adding to the lewd noises plainly audible above the low electrical buzz of the machine fucking into him.

His eyes have turned, rolled to the side, trying to get a glimpse of his old master as he listens to the boots step closer. Heavy and foreboding.

“You look comfortable, whore,” Reaper purrs finally. He squats down, pushes the edge of his beanie up with two fingers – not to see better but so McCree can clearly see his face.

McCree whimpers and chokes, a thin line of drool slicking from the corner of his mouth. He is shaking when Reaper puts a big, gloved hand onto his bad and slowly scratches the sweaty small of his back as if petting a pet behind its ears.

McCree’s cock, Hanzo sees with mild amusement, jerks against the smooth leather of the stool. It is as eager as it hadn’t been in a few weeks, even though – or maybe because – Jesse looks terrified.

His hips wriggle, trying to get away from the relentless fucking of the machine, eyes going big and scared when Reaper laughs at him and smacks his ass harshly, then proceeds to slip big fingers down the sweaty cleft and nudge the well prepared muscle.

“They spoiled you,” Reaper accuses, fingers dipping in alongside the steel cock driving into the man. Hanzo can see McCree’s eyes roll up, gurgling out unintelligibly as Genji keeps fucking him; makes him choke on his cock while petting his hair in adoration.

He wonders idly whether they would be able to drive McCree insane with all the differing sensations – the gentle petting and rough fucking. Telling him he’s a good boy in one ear and accusing him of being a bad one in the other.

“You just lie here and let them service you. You’ve gotten lazy.” Reaper sighs, pushing in deeper rough and too fast until Genji has to pull back because McCree needs to howl and get it out of his system. His cock is jerking and slapping relentlessly against the leather, body vibrating and toes scrabbling as best as possible against the floor as he tries to somehow breathe through the pseudo double penetration.

“I think I won’t miss you. I’m not one for lazy sluts, as you know.” Reaper finally pulls out – Jesse whimpers and clenches his flushed hole around the suddenly insufficient width of the dildo – , just to reach further down between McCree’s thighs and take a hold of his feverish cock.

“Are you going to come for me, little whore?” Reaper purrs, voice deep and ominous. The dog lets his head hang low. He’s wordlessly sobbing and shaking his head, shaggy hair slowly coming loose of the pretty ponytail.

“No. He isn’t allowed to,” Genji suddenly says, voice gentle and full of pride. He kneels down in front of Jesse and lets him mindlessly nuzzle against his chest.

Reaper looks intrigued, hand squeezing just this side of too tight as he gives Jesse a few jerks, measured to align with the harsh fucking of the machine from behind. McCree screams against Genji’s chest, smearing tears and snot against it – but doesn’t come. He is sweating bullets, hips flexing with shivery nervousness to and fro. He is unable to find even one position that doesn’t put him into agony; either he strains back into the machine, letting it push and nudge up against his prostate, or he hunches into Reaper’s fist and the tight agonizing drag of his leather glove against the overheated swollen shaft of his cock.

He is shivering and mindless in his need, a pure receptacle for what they have in store for him, and he wasn’t even begging them to stop.

He’s a good boy.

“Still…” Reaper sounds almost put out. Like he’s pouting. “I don’t think you’d last longer than my new pet.”

Now that intrigues Hanzo.

He clears his throat delicately and draws Reaper’s gaze back to him.

.o.

Hanzo has to admit: watching two pets fight for their masters’ approval was… exhilarating. Reaper’s boy was, in fact, no boy anymore – but his body was just as tight and eager to provide, even as scarred as it was.

Watching them practically snuggle with each other, exchanging wet little kisses for their viewing pleasure, pink slips of tongue visible every now and then… it was nice. Very, very… nice.

“I want to invite them more often, onii-chan,” Genji whispers into his ear, breath warm and a little wet. He’s excited, pulling his brother’s hand over and into his lap, and Hanzo can’t help but lovingly squeeze the warm bulge he can feel as he watches ‘Soldier’ – they hadn’t been given another name – eagerly mount one of McCree’s thighs to rut against.

They are silent at first; making no sounds other than sharp, little puffs of breath and the wet smacking of their needy kisses – until Reaper slams his fist onto the table next to him and stretches out more decadently on the couch they’re enjoying the show from.

“Louder,” he demands – and the pets follow blindly. Eagerly. Sweet little moans with rough voices drifting over to them as Soldier hunches and bucks against McCree’s hairy thigh, getting the crisp hair sticky with pre-cum.

Jesse, as much as he had turned around and was happy with the two brothers, very much was still tuned into the sinuous drawl of his old master’s voice, it seems.

Soldier’s hands are in McCree’s shaggy hair, taking generous fists full of it and pulling Jesse’s head back to practically attack his jaw with biting little kisses that have the dog whining and straining up – both of them trying to hump the other, their movements frantic, almost feverish.

“How long did you say since he was last allowed to come?” Hanzo asks idly, hand slipping secretly between the folds of Genji’s hakama until the young, sleek cock practically springs into his palm.

Reaper makes a flicking gesture with his fingers – uninterested and distracted. “A month. Maybe two.”

Hanzo grunts – more to disguise Genji’s needy gasp and how he is squirming; fucking up into Hanzo’s fist and clawing at his arm as they watch Soldier and McCree wrestle with each other; shoving and pulling, biting at whatever skin available in their need to make the other come, until they are finally in position: Soldier on his back and Jesse kneeling above, their hard cocks flushed painfully dark, bobbing right into each other’s face.

“Don’t you dare fucking shootin’ before he does,” Reaper growls, dark eyes boring into the action, an obvious erection tenting his black combat pants. Soldier whimpers – a strangely alluring sound with his rough voice – and jerks his hips up mindlessly. His cock slaps into McCree’s cheek before Jesse can open his mouth and try to catch the bobbing, wet tip.

“Fuck!” Soldier shouts, fingers digging into Jesse’s ass. He is panting, chest heaving with his quick little breaths, blue eyes wide and panicked as he flicks a gaze towards his master, then stares blindly at McCree’s dick and the dark, ripe swell of his balls just centimeters from his nose. It takes him a second or two – with Jesse slurping loud and lewd, eyes closed in bliss – until he can get his bearings back under control and dives right in.

Hanzo thinks he’s never watched anything more beautiful than those two sluts fighting for dominance – sucking for all they were worth and utilizing dirty tricks to achieve their goals.

Jesse was the first one to cave for it; letting Soldier’s cock slide out of his mouth so it could slap wet against the tight clench of his abs before he ducked down lower, lips wet and needy as they got dragged across the older man’s balls.

Soldier whines – muffled – tendons in his neck straining as he scrabbles for any semblance of tranquility all the while choking himself on Jesse’s cock.

“You’ve always been working dirty, McCree,” Reaper says, a laugh in his voice. He seems almost begrudgingly admiring.

Soldier, for his part, manages to wet a finger before rudely pushing it against the tight clench of Jesse’s hole; making him loose rhythm and equilibrium as he gets sucked and stimulated from the inside at the same time. Hanzo can see those brown eyes getting large as he chokes and has to pull back, hips canting back needily into Soldier’s ministrations.

Hanzo clenches his teeth, fingers wet from his brother’s cock sliding silkily between them. Genji is panting wet and warm against his neck, one eye constantly on the display of the pets.

“Dog!” he growls – and McCree jerks back to work, drooling eagerly all over Soldier’s flexing cock as he licks it back into his mouth to suck on with gentle pressure.

In the end, it is an innocent hand that tips the scale – McCree petting lovingly, mindlessly along Soldier’s side and lying low on the desperate clench of his abs where he sweeps his thumb along the skin in slow sweeps. It is like the orgasm gets shocked out of the older man – he’d not been prepared for the simple show of affection; whining as he slings his arms around McCree’s hips in a crushing hug, howling his climax against the inside of Jesse’s thigh.

They can’t see the cum – but they can hear Jesse swallowing; his face smug and dreamy from the nice, warm load he had been treated to.

Reaper hisses obscenities in a language Hanzo can’t name. He is furious and his pet looks heartbroken even as it’s still shuddering through the mild aftershocks, chest heaving and face flushed. Hanzo can’t keep the smug smirk from his face; eyes wandering to McCree’s face, lips swollen and parted, and eyes glassy in dumb animal need.

Oh what a good boy he was.

.o.

“You look gorgeous,” Hanzo croons. McCree really does; kneeling on a plush, richly ornamented cushion in Genji’s rooms, clad in nothing but a silky, expensive yukata that can’t begin to hide his eager erection – not that it was supposed to.

McCree grins from ear to ear. He looks almost drunk, eyes heavy lidded in pleasure, body straining towards Hanzo with the need to get over to him without actually moving from the spot they had put him on.

Genji is still rummaging around in the bathroom after having spent the last half hour hand feeding their pet little bites of delicacies.

“Good pets always get treats,” Hanzo promises him and steps closer into easy range, hands carding through his shaggy hair as McCree nuzzled forward into his crotch, breathing in deep the smell of his cock.

He lets him play; even as Genji finally comes out of the bathroom, triumphantly holding up the special sleeve they purchased just for their pet.

Hanzo hugs Jesse’s head to his abdomen as Genji kneels down behind him and presses a kiss against the back of his neck, hand with the silicon-filled sleeve coming forward to gently push it around McCree’s weeping cock.

Hanzo can feel the slut’s shout even before he hears it; has to hold him as McCree jerks forward, hips stuttering helplessly into the seemingly wet, silky clutch around his cock.

Genji holds it steady, letting Jesse fuck into his hand. He is whispering encouragement against the back of his head – almost babytalking him as McCree desperately fucked the toy, hips jerky and coltish.

“You can come,” Hanzo promises him when he turns his head and throws a feverish, panicked gaze up at him. “You can come as often as you like today. Good pets always get treats.”

–

Being allowed to come to his heart’s content until he was shivering and oversensitive, cock messy and pink from exertion, had not been McCree’s first treat – just the beginning of many.

Hanzo had to admit that watching the dog carefully stretch out on one of the huge cushions in their private home at the back of the Shimada estate was a treat in and off itself. Jesse McCree looked like an exotic bird with his warm brown skin and hairy countenance in midst the traditional Japanese setting and Hanzo already knew that he would use every opportunity to show him off like a precious, raw jewel.

They got him two servants to attend his grooming – pretty little things as demure as they were efficient – and Hanzo had come to watch that first time after Genji had called him over excitedly; standing in the doorway and watching his pet’s confused, almost fearfully-aroused look as he lay on his back and stared down his long upper body to where the two girls were handling his cock expertly between their small hands, pushing it this and that way to carefully groom the unkempt tangle of his pubic hair into a pretty, silky mat of shortened stubble.

He’d been making soft, nervous sounds in the back of his throat, toes curling and hips carefully still, obviously eying the sharp blade so close to his cock with trepidation.

As a treat for being a good boy, they jerked him off and let him come across their strong, talented fingers.

Not seldom was McCree presenting him or Genji with a pretty, new accessory the two had gotten for him; a new yukata tailored to perfection; a toy stuffed into his hole and shown off with his ass in the air and sweaty face pressed against the floor…

McCree had a good – if… exhausting… – life.

–

“You’re going over to onii-chan like this, yes?” Genji purrs right into his ear, arms hugging him from behind – actually hugging. Genji is the most demonstrative with his affection; keeping Jesse close even as he makes him ride him for the second time as Jesse’s legs start shaking in exhaustion and his lungs burn with the sharp, panting breaths he is taking.

Genji is gentling him through all of it; whispering praise and encouragement as he trails gentle fingertips along the straining length of Jesse’s cock.

“I’m going to get you sloppy and full, and you’re going to crawl over to onii-chan and let him have you like that.” Genji is babbling, his happy unashamed filth making McCree’s ears burn and his ass clench in eagerness. Fuck yes, he wanted to get sent to his other master filled up and dripping. Fuck yes he wanted master to fuck into his sloppy ass and use him…

“And when he’s done with you,” Genji murmurs, bucking up and McCree see stars as he pushes right against the ripe swell of his prostate, arms still hugging him like a big teddy bear and keeping him on the seat of his master’s lap even when he gets light-headed and loses control of his limbs, “You’ll come back here and let me give you your present. I want to fill you up until your belly is bulging. Want you to look like our pregnant little house whore… lounging on our cushions and getting spoiled…”

McCree whines strained through the makeshift gag Genji had stuffed into his mouth – probably his underwear or something – eyes rolling towards the equipment to the side; the one that would fill him with an artificial, harmless substance that would keep him full and bloated…

“You like that, precious pet?” Genji whispers, hand lovingly stroking McCree’s flat belly and feeling up the shivering abs.

“Yes,” Jesse mumbles through the gag, drool soaking into the fabric. “Yes, please!”

–

Hanzo likes to have McCree during the times when everything is silent and only the night shift guards awake.

Jesse has to admit, he likes those occasions the most; when he can sit on a plush pillow between his master’s thighs and listen to him typing away or scrawling on a piece of paper; working relentlessly while Jesse is keeping his cock nice and warm, a spider gag helping him to keep his jaw open.

He’ll be allowed to rest his head against his master’s thigh when he gets too sleepy, tongue rubbing against the soft cock whenever he can remember to do so.

Master never seemed to care about him not paying perfect attention at these times – like he was favoring Jesse’s companionship even above the use of his mouth.

Every now and then, his master’s hand would slip down and give him an affectionate scratch behind the ear.

Jesse was in heaven.