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Patreon Compilation – Fic#68 – McCree/Hanzo – gaping; stuffing; Jesse inspecting Hanzo's loose hole – Inspection Day
🕑 Added 2020-03-18 06:18:28 +0000 UTCJesse situates Hanzo like a pretty little doll until he is satisfied with the splay of his thighs and the height of his hips. Only then does he brush a big warm hand along the other’s spine and asks whether he is comfortable on the wedge pillow.
Hanzo only makes a non-committal sound. He is primed and ready already, lightly wriggling his hips. Jesse doesn’t think he’d complain at this point even if he were uncomfortable with anything. He clicks his tongue in reprimand but doesn’t follow up on the point.
He looks around him, checking everything he wants to play with is within reach, then settles down easily between Hanzo’s legs. He’s a pillow princess and then some, but lucky for him, Jesse does not mind servicing.
Especially when he gets to do his favorite thing in the world: destroying a cute little hole until it’s sloppy and gaping and useless.
He starts easy and normal; just nice amounts of lube and his fat fingers to get Hanzo eased into the procedure. Hanzo is a pro at it, of course. He takes it like a champ, sighing happily and bearing down on him on the second finger. He demands with a rough voice that Jesse pay attention to his prostate, and Jesse, shrugging his shoulders, follows suit.
He plans on focusing quite a bit on the plump little gland, but if Hanzo wants to be a snooty, bossy bitch than he’ll just let him dictate what happens for now. He’ll be regretting it soon enough when Jesse is spreading him on toy after toy and making him shake through tight, oversensitive orgasms.
Hanzo’s cock is hard by the time he reaches for the first toy; a flexible cone made from multiple balls. Jesse slips his thumb through the silicone ring at the end of it, metal hand easily holding Hanzo’s hips to keep him nice and still as he begins to feed him the first ball… then the second and the third…
Hanzo flinches every time another bulb pops into him. Jesse can see in his peripheral how his toes curl every time his rim starts to be spread slow and easy to stretch on the widest part of the newest ball before it suddenly slips around the hole thing and clenches around the slimmer place between two bulbs. He’ll sigh then, soft and a bit throaty, happy that he’s got through another hurdle.
Jesse doesn’t immediately stuff him full with all six balls. He fucks him on three at first, just to get him good and going with the in-and-out pops of the firm silicone balls. Only when his dick is good and drooling, flushed an insistent dark red that seems to appear all over his body, does Jesse start to try and force the next ball into him.
That’s when Hanzo starts to sing for him. He likes to do that when he’s getting nice and deep down in his head; unable to hold back the whines that just have to push out of his throat unless he wants to start hissing like a tea kettle. (At least that’s what Jesse imagines would happen if he didn’t do his sweet, melodious whimpers and squeals.)
Hanzo gets more loopy the more he is stretched. Jesse is careful about it, changing hands holding on to the sturdy rubber ring at the end to gently brush lube wet fingers against the rim and test out just how soft it is; how pliable and receptive to be spread even more on whatever he wants to fit inside it.
Hanzo doesn’t protest any of it. He might whine and shake his head against the pillow, but he never truly makes Jesse stop. Jesse suspects that he kind of likes being ‘forced’ to take these big fat objects. Hanzo is a drama queen like that, though Jesse can’t say that he minds, really. He likes being a little bit forceful about it; holding Hanzo down and making him take it. Maybe dirty talking him a little and telling him that he’ll just have to take whatever Jesse dishes out.
Like a good boy. A good boy that is an impossible size queen.
When he starts stuffing him with the last and biggest ball, Hanzo outright shouts as his rim is stretched impossibly and painfully wide around the largest part of it.
He is clawing at the pillows, legs doing weird little half-kicks. He’s weak as a babe and just as uncoordinated, and the fact makes Jesse almost harder than seeing how mind numbingly wide Hanzo’s hole can stretch if just treated the right way.
Jesse leans in without thinking much about it and closes his eyes before dragging his tongue against the rim that’s stretched so, so wide around the fattest part of the last ball. The lube does not taste or feel too pleasant, but Hanzo’s wail makes it that much better. He is starting to babble but Jesse can’t quite make it out until he realizes that Hanzo is speaking Japanese. At that point he just tunes him out and lets him mumble to get that energy out of his system while Jesse keeps licking his rim soothingly.
The sight of Hanzo’s anus basically doming outwards when Jesse pops the toy in completely and then starts to pull it back out again is grotesque and lewd and all that Jesse could have ever hoped for.
By the time he pops the whole thing out of him, the last two balls aren’t even touching the rim any longer. It looks pouty and brick red. A swollen mess just half an hour into Jesse playing with Hanzo.
“Think I could prolapse ya,” he drawls teasingly as he touches the plump rim with two fingers, feeling how hot and slick and soft it is. Fucking into him, he wonders if this is what a horse’s asshole would feel like. Just no restriction; not even an involuntary muscle spasm as he slowly feeds more and more fingers into him to stretch them apart and see how his body just accommodates the movement.
Hanzo makes a soft, wheezing sound, his eyes on the verge of rolling up into his head. Jesse leans over him, closely peeking into his face as he easily pops in his knuckles, just to make sure he’s not having any pain, but…
From the way he slightly jerks and just keeps being a snotty, drooly mess, Jesse thinks he barely even registers getting fisted.
Only when Jesse starts to punchfuck him does a bit more liveliness come back to him. He gurgles and tries to arch his back down for it, but the wedge pillow makes it too difficult for his uncoordinated brain to figure out how to move himself.
His hole is making nasty squelching sounds as Jesse moves his fist inside him, feeling how easily he is taking his whole hand.
“This is so damn hot,” Jesse rasps, pressing sloppy, beard-scratchy kisses against the back of Hanzo’s shoulders. “I can’t believe how wide your cunt stretches. I can take pictures, right? Stuff you full of random shit and film how you take it like a pro…”
Hanzo whines high and long and reedy. Jesse takes it as assent. He can still delete the pics if Hanzo doesn’t like them (against all odds). He just wants something to jerk off to on missions… when he has some down time and really craves a used up pussy and doesn’t have one around…
He pulls his hand out of him but is mean about it just to see what he’ll do. He keeps his fingers balled into a fist and drags it out of him slow and steady, his cock painfully hard and throbbing as he sees Hanzo’s rim cling to his knuckles and hears his breathing go fast and wet before finally the wet, stretched-out muscle just slips over them.
“You know,” Jesse murmurs almost conversationally as he grabs the empty clear glass bottle next to him and slicks it up. “You should really thank me for this. A sloppy cunt like yours… not many men want to play with shit like that. I can tell you, even a stallion would have trouble feeling that used up pussy now…”
He pushes the bottle’s blunt bottom against the gaping mess, and grins when it pops in after just a little bit of pressure. Hanzo barely even reacts to the cool glass sliding against his feverishly hot insides.
Jesse shoves it about half-way before slowly letting go of it. Hanzo lying there with a bottle sticking out of his ass is a… stupidly hot picture. One, Jesse immediately takes with his phone.
“Maybe I should get a speculum… something to hold that messy pussy open so I can at least jerk off into you. Hmm… I could even use you as a urinal… would you like that? There’s got to be some sort of use for that messy hole you got there…
Fuck, Hanzo. You look like a sloppy alley whore with that bottle up your ass. Holy shit…”
He’s fisting his cock, the metal cool against his overheated skin. He grabs the neck of the bottle and begins to rudely ram-fuck it into Hanzo who just obediently groans and keeps drooling onto his pillows, totally out of it.
Jesse doesn’t think he’ll ever meet a size queen like Hanzo Shimada again.
