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February 2021 Drabble#1
🕑 Added 2021-02-05 07:41:31 +0000 UTCHanzo/anon guards; stuck in the wall
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Hanzo isn’t proud of it, but during his time on the road trying to find himself, he has occasionally resorted to thievery. It is all well and good roughing it out in the wilds and scraping his meals together by himself, but every now and then… well… He is used to a different kind of lifestyle.
So he breaks into storage rooms and pilfers a few things that he can either eat or sell for a few good nights in a hotel and its services.
This night is no different. Nothing is different. It’s the same kind of warehouse he has been robbing from all over the land. It’s the same type of idiot guards that don’t notice anything amiss while he makes his way in and out in a positively unhurried pace, squirreling his earnings away in a hideout before slipping back in getting more.
It’s so similar to all the other nights, in fact, that when he hears the rumble from above, he doesn’t even know how to compute what is happening. One moment everything is quiet and fine, and the other, a deluge of… stuff falls down on him.
Boxes, to be precise.
He is caught so off guard that all he can do is try and curl together and not get injured past a few bruises. The noise around him is absolutely deafening, the dust whirled into the air blinding.
By the time everything finally quiets down, Hanzo is disoriented. What… just happened? Had he activated a trip wire or something?
“Ahhh there is that little thieving rat. Presented on a silver platter. You! Pull those few boxes away. But make sure not to move the others. I think this is our lucky night, boys…”
The voice sounds dull in Hanzo’s ears as he tries not to suffocate on the dust that has caked his nose and throat. He is coughing uncontrollably, wiping at his face with the sleeves of his jacket while squirming instinctively to get away.
Only… that he can’t. The boxes have piled on top of him and somehow managed to form a tight, inescapable ring around his hips, leaving him squirming pathetically like a little caterpillar.
The guards don’t really ping on his radar as threats… until his crotch is suddenly grabbed from behind, a mean hand holding his cock and balls in a grip that is just shy of painful.
“Oh fuck. This is going to be awesome,” a voice on the other side of the boxes says gleefully while Hanzo’s heart sinks and his breath hitches.
