Ooohhh Doomzo with “Shh, don’t cry. It’ll all be over soon. Now keep counting” !!!

“Shh, don’t cry. It’ll all be over soon. Now keep counting.”

Hanzo takes a shuddering breath. He studiously does not look at Akande – he seems embarrassed about his outbreak, his cheeks wet with tears and his voice raw from his unadulterated sobs.

His sudden breakdown had come at somewhat of a surprise, but he seemed all the calmer for it, now.

He is meek as the next slap hits his red ass, almost whispering ‘Eight’. Akande hums thoughtfully, one huge hand slowly rubbing across Hanzo’s back; down to his tailbone and then all the way back up to the nape of his neck where he curled his fingers to hold him down.

It is not needed, as Hanzo is lying heavy and limp across his lap, but the lord of Shimada Castle seems to like it all the same.

The next slap coaxes another sob out of him, but no longer as earth shattering and bone deep as the ones from before. It is almost an aftershock. A small hiccup as his ass gets warmed up and the sting dulls into a deep nestled pain.

“Ten,” Akande counts for him the last slap, voice low and measured, palm motionless once again as it just feels up the hot, tender skin. “You did very well.”

He had been surprised as the Lord had called for his special services, but now he feels like he understands a bit better.

Divested of his heavy, traditional robes, Lord Hanzo Shimada looks almost like a boy. Small and vulnerable.

Akande’s big fingers find their way gently between his cheeks, touching the virgin pink furl of his asshole.

A mighty sob shakes Hanzo’s body, and he cries out something. A plea for more. A plea for him to stop. A plea for mercy. All and nothing.

“Shh,” he murmurs, fingers slowly rounding the warm, tender opening. “You’re being so good for me.”

He will pet him more, and then stand him up; dress him himself to make sure everything is in perfect order before he steps in front of his servants once more.

But for now, he’ll let him calm down. Let him dry his tears against Akande’s loose pants, and whimper like a recalcitrant schoolkid.

That’s it, keep cumming – mchanzo pls?

“Thaaat’s it,” McCree croons, eyes alight on Hanzo’s face. It is twisted, eyes clenched shut, teeth bared; glinting with sweat as he shudders, the impressive muscles of his belly clenching again and again. “Keep coming, babydoll.”

Hanzo’s hands are at his head, fingers curled into his palms. That he hasn’t tried to reach for Jesse yet – tried wrenching his hand away from his cock or push his fingers out from his ass – speaks volumes about the insane self-discipline of his submissive.

He can’t believe how much Hanzo is coming; how his cock hasn’t stopped lazily drooling cum for almost a minute now – the wet dick flexing in McCree’s loose grip as his fingers press against Hanzo’s prostate with unrelenting but gentle pressure, minutely rubbing to stimulate him.

There are tears at the corners of his eyes, and as Jesse watches, one tear rolls down his his temple, vanishing in his greying hair. He looks like he is being tortured; the pool of cum on his stomach widening and slipping in sticky drops down the sides of his shivering belly.

“Good boy. That’s it. Damn, babydoll… you were being so good for me, were you? Not touching your pretty cock for days, just like I said… look how much you can come for me.”

Hanzo’s jaw unclenches for just a moment; long enough to let him sob, his head throwing back, throat stretched and bulging, flushing a dark red as he keeps coming on Jesse’s finger, his body shaking and hips jerking in small thrusts up and back; jittery as if he were being electrocuted – more tears slipping from his eyes.

“Just a little longer,” Jesse croaks, boyishly fascinated by Hanzo’s absolute submission. “Just a tiny bit longer.”

“Shh, don’t cry. It’ll all be over soon. Now keep counting.” shimadacest oviposition? :3

“Shh, don’t cry. It’ll all be over soon.” Genji is cupping Hanzo’s face, thumbs wiping at the copious tear tracks running down his cheeks.

Hanzo is panting, tongue nearly lolling out of his mouth, little sounds of strain spilling from his throat as he tries to bear down again but has to stop after just a few seconds. Genji lets him calm down for a moment or two, then wipes away sweaty strands of hair from his forehead. “Now keep counting.”

It is a way of keeping Hanzo focused on the task at hand, if nothing else. He looks uncomfortably gorgeous squatting naked in the bathroom, body shivering, a small clutch of secret, illicit eggs already in the makeshift towel nest Genji had built there.

“F-F-F-Five,” Hanzo stutters out, hands clutching claw-like at Genji’s upper arms as he squeezes his eyes shut and starts bearing down, face getting red with strain and embarrassment.

Genji pets his head and rubs his arms and can only watch in dumb, excited amazement how his brother’s cock bobs hard and needy between his spread thighs. The tip barely peeks out of the foreskin, smooth balls drawn up tight towards his body. What Genji wants to do most of all is suck it into his mouth; slurp up his brother’s pre-cum.

While he stares, another blue-and-green speckled egg drops into the nest. Fuck, but they wouldn’t be able to hide the identity of the parents if anybody got a hold of the eggs – and even if that made the dragon rumble and stretch in possessive delight, Genji felt a little light-headed with fear.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispers to Hanzo. “You almost got it.”

His belly was as good as flat again; the tight muscles working visibly to help expell the last of the eggs Genji had laid into him. He immediately missed the little bump that had been there the past weeks, but he supposed Hanzo would not agree to a mounting without condom any time soon.

“Shh, I’m going to keep you safe.” Mchanzo?

McCree eases the thumb off the button and hooks one arm around Hanzo’s chest, pulling him up – helping him ride out the shock of the seizing muscles.

“Shh,” he whispers into his ear, nosing stray strands of hair out of the way, “I’m going to keep you safe.”

It was maybe horrible of him to say it; especially considering what he was doing to Hanzo, but… it did have the desired effect: Hanzo calming down and carefully uncurling his cramped fingers. Jesse listens to him take a rattling, shuddering breath and presses a kiss against his sweaty temple before raising the baton again, pressing the tip into Hanzo’s side.

The man jerks preemptively, breath hitching audibly, hips jerking with his cock slapping wet and swollen against his lower belly – then Jesse pushes the button and the seizing starts all over again.

Hanzo is nearly silent as his muscles shiver out of his control. His head gets thrown back against Jesse’s shoulder. Foam starts building at the corners of his mouth, and Jesse coos at him the whole time – keeps him hugged tightly to his body while pressing the baton against his side.

“I got you,” he croons at him, hand travelling lower, taking a hold of Hanzo’s cock. He stops the stream of electricity just as abruptly as he started it. “I got you. Good boy. Yes, that’s a good boy right there.”

Hanzo has no control over his body. He is helpless to Jesse’s every whim and can only whine softly in the back of his throat when Jesse starts to jerk him off.

“Good boy,” he repeats, low and harsh, voice full of affection as he presses kisses against the side of Hanzo’s sweaty face and lets him come into the warm cup of his hand.