“You’re so beautiful, all spread out like this, just for me.”
Genji wasn’t there to hear him coo, and Hanzo made the most out of it. The dog was shivering against the wooden cross, drooling around his bit and glancing towards the dark window across from him with an uncharacteristically shy flush.
“You figured it already out, didn’t you?” Hanzo reaches out, plucks at the piercing through one dark nipple and watches McCree’s cock lift obediently; filling out even though he squirms and whines into the gag in vague protest. “Of course you did. You have those screens in America as well.”
He slants a gaze towards the dark mirror behind which a few of his guards stand; watching him play with his pet. He reaches down and curls a hand around McCree’s swelling cock; lifts it so they can appraise the meaty girth and length of it; then reaches even farther and lifts the dark, ripe balls beneath. Shows him off like the dog he is.
“You don’t need to fret. They only get to watch. I want to show off how obedient Americans can be…”
He glances up at McCree; still so young beneath the deceptive scruff of his beard.
His eyes are huge and wet, flicking towards the window again and again, teeth grit into the bit Hanzo so likes to see him in.
Hanzo reaches up, plucks at the ample chest hair, idly cards his fingers through for the viewing benefit of his guards, then steps to the side and turns his back towards the dark mirror, face tilting up towards McCree, lips softening from their cruel twist into a more fond smile.
“You want to show them how pretty you are for me, don’t you?” he purrs, and pinches McCree’s foreskin closed around the swelling head of his dick when the dog nods slowly, eyes going heavy lidded and needy even though he tries to twist his hips away and shield his body from the gazes he could probably feel.
“Good dog.”