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McHanzo - cow play; drugs; kidnapping; milking; degradation - Jesse has been captured and finds himself unable to withstand the training Shimada puts him through.

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Only once have his captors been kind enough to speak English at him, and the heavily accented words have not stopped running through his mind since he’s woken on a bed of sweet smelling hay weeks ago.

The boss has always wanted a farm of his own.

The words, of course, have not made much sense to him then. A lot has happened since his capture by the Shimada Clan, however, and with every day that goes by, his hope dwindles that Blackwatch will come and not only rescue him, but also restore his… personhood.

There are no other animals on Shimada’s farm. It should be a consolation that nobody else has to endure this fucked-up punishment, but it really isn’t. He yearns to see other faces that make him remember that this is not… normal.

That Shimada clicking his tongue at him as he opens the door to his box is just as abnormal as being trussed to a ring in the wall and getting his chest fondled by cool, gloved hands; hearing his captor murmur something in Japanese that sounds ominous and threatening even though his voice is lilting gently.

He does not understand that Shimada is talking about him soon being able to give milk.

How he muses about whether he should find a good bull to mount his cow and put a calf in her belly. Help along her teats to produce some thick, creamy milk.

Jesse does not understand the words, but he understands the meaning all the same, and more and more he can feel himself slipping into… not caring.

Jesse can feel himself morosely accepting what Shimada is doing to him, and whenever he lifts his head when he hears him click his tongue at him, or passively widens his stance as he gets felt up, anxiety skyrockets and makes him nearly sick.

There are syringes, too; injected into his arms or his ass by Shimada’s goons, and where at first he is sure they are containing a weird drug cocktail to keep him a bit dazed and docile and keep the anxiety attacks at bay, he is no longer so sure about it when it happens.

When Shimada, crouching next to him and fondling his chest, suddenly makes a thick, guttural sound of appreciation deep in his throat, and Jesse looks over to see him pull back, the black glove wet with something thin and white at the tips of his fingers.

His eyes go wide and panicked. He rips at his bindings for the first time in a while, nearly damn well strangling himself as his hands, kept in tight gloves, scratch across the floor. He is making noise, too, but it is muffled in the gag they’ve put into his mouth.

They don’t like him trying to use people words.

“Hush. Calm down. Your struggling will only get the milk sour.”

Having Shimada suddenly speak English should not help to calm him, but… it does. Humiliation courses through him even as he stops struggling, his body reacting like a trained dog as for the first time in what seems like months to his deprived brain, he is able to communicate with someone.

Shimada coos at him – fucking coos at him – and pets across his back, down to the thin, spotted cow tail they’ve fitted into his asshole because they are sick fucks, that…

Shimada presses on the tail plug, gently, expertly manipulating it into Jesse’s prostate, and he groans into his gag, hind legs… k...knees, they are his knees – shuffling apart. He angles into it, body hot and needy. What was wrong with him? What were they doing to him?

“That’s it… what a pretty sound you can make.” Shimada is damnably gentle even as his other hand wanders back to McCree’s pecs, cupping one of them and squeezing down until he can feel how tight they have become with liquid. It has snuck up on him so slowly, he hasn’t even noticed…

“I can give you more if you want…” He presses on the plug and Jesse gurgles into the gag. He nods his head, groaning an indistinct please please please into the piece of cloth they’ve stuffed between his teeth, yet suddenly Shimada takes his hands off of him.

He cries out in distress, cock fat and needy for the first time they’ve captured him. His balls feel so ripe, he is sure they’re going to bust. He does not understand what is happening to him. To his body. It is out of control and Shimada plays it like a fiddle.

“Not like this,” Shimada chastises and McCree can’t even pretend not to know what he’s talking about. He stares at him with big, shamefully wet eyes, but Shimada stays hard until he gives in.

He moos into the gag, voice deep and rough. He is horrified at how easy he is for it all. How he just… how he just gives in and helps along Shimada’s sick little game. Shimada smirks; a small, pleased thing as he nods and puts his hands back where they’ve been. He pinches one of McCree’s swollen nipples between his fingers.

“That’s it. Well-behaved cows get treats. You will be a good girl for me, won’t you? You’ll show the other animals how it is done, once I got more of them. You’ll show them how good it can be to listen to their master.”

Jesse’s thighs are shaking and he makes an odd sound; half moo, half sob as he fucks into the air, feeling and seeing how squirts of thin, watery liquid shoot towards the ground as Shimada milks him.

Jesse comes sudden and hard, not so sure anymore if he wants his old comrades to see him like this.