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McHanzo – watersports – Hanzo is a mean high-maintenance bitch and Jesse just needs to piss.

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There’s a leash around Jesse’s throat, and while at first he had thought it very kinky and fun, he now realizes that letting Hanzo wrap that particular piece of equipment around his neck has not been his smartest decision.

It’s his own belt; broad, the leather weathered and well-loved, and whenever hanzo pulls, the noose around Jesse’s neck draws tighter.

Like now.

There are pearls of sweat forming along Jesse’s hairline. His discomfort has warped into actual pain with how fat and full his bladder is, but every attempt at extricating himself from Hanzo is met with resistance.

He’s fucked him, he’s fingered him, he’s eaten him out, and still Hanzo demands more, legs falling apart like a puppet with its strings cut. He’s never satisfied. Jesse has already pulled out his whole repertoire. He’s not the fanciest of guys when it’s about fucking; his whole thing is about dipping his cock in and letting them fawn at him about how nice and fat it is.

Hanzo is little impressed by any of it. He wants to get fucked, fucked, fucked, and Jesse feels like he has to start bawling just to somehow expel some of the liquid that has gathered in his body.

He’s fucked Hanzo into a dry orgasm on his fingers and his wrist is cramping. While Shimada is still shuddering through the aftershocks he tries to sneak off the bed, but the belt wrapped around his neck draws so tight he feels like his eyes are about to pop out of his skull.

Hanzo is lying there, his magnificent tits heaving. He has a damn mean look on his face that is only made worse by the fist that he’s curled Jesse’s belt around.

There is no give, no inch to pull back. Only to move forward into him.

Jesse has to obey, gasping for air when the leather loosens somewhat. He wheezes, leaning over Hanzo, bracing himself.

“I jus… hafta go to the bathroom. Let a guy piss, will ya? I’ll give it to ya afterwards. Nice and long.”

He’s slurring more than usual. He’s never had to piss so badly; he’d never thought it would fuck with his head so much.

Hanzo looks at him without pity. His thighs are spread, cock soft, but that is no problem. His cunt is a black hole that begs to be filled. He hasn’t moved much except rolling from his belly to his back, depending on where he wants to get dicked. All the other work is Jesse’s, and all he gets for his trouble is the belt cinching more tightly when he’s not doing what Hanzo wants of him.

Hanzo scoffs at his desperate plea and tugs again, and Jesse’s back stiffens, his face going a bit hard.

If the little slut wants it that way…

He grits his teeth as he carefully pushes his half-hard dick into the sloppy hole. It is difficult without a proper erection, but he doesn’t care anymore. He has a goal in mind, and he is going to fucking accomplish it if Hanzo is being such a mean little bitch.

Hanzo’s mildly bored face looks a bit annoyed; something probably is not after his liking. His fingers tighten around the makeshift leash, intent on choking Jesse again – and then he stops.

Jesse thinks that Hanzo’s mouth is probably slowly falling open in a shocked gape, but it is honestly difficult to notice anything past the euphoric, orgasmic feeling of finally emptying his bladder. His head sinks back on a groan, big hands on Hanzo’s hips, clasping him tight enough to press his fingertips into his skin.

He can’t tell if Hanzo is pulling on the leash again; he’s only focused on emptying himself into this mean bitch’s ass and filling him up with his hot piss.

When he is finally done, he can hear Hanzo whining; long and drawn out and a bit panicked. Jesse blinks his eyes open and stares down. Hanzo’s lower belly is a little swollen. For the first time since they’ve fallen into bed, his face has an expression other than bored interest. He looks very concerned.

As well he should. Jesse’s given him a piss enema and the prissy asshole has to figure out how to deal with it. Jesse can’t find it in him to feel remorseful.