1st Drabble of October 2018

(I made a mistake limiting the poll; it is still running a few days but should have concluded earlier today)

Hanzo/Soldier76 - party favor; bondage; gag; humiliation; drug use - Soldier supervises Hanzo getting wrecked.

The Soldier is playing with one of a grubby coin that one of the patrons has negligently flicked in his direction. He tosses it into the air and catches it again without looking. His attention is on Hanzo, twisting and struggling in the midst of a handful of men.

They’ve trussed him up like a pig, but even so he needs to be kept under constant sedation to make sure the dragons are not unleashed on them. One needs to keep a hand twisted in his hair, wrenching his head back; making sure he keeps nice and still while anybody that wants can use his mouth kept open with a gag. Everything else is fair game; he’s mostly weak as a kitten.

He’s been raging in the beginning – mostly show, the Soldier is sure – but after a few cocks fucking him rudely and spreading his hole until it is a sloppy mess, he seems to have become close to docile.

Every now and then he gurgles indignantly, but that’s about it. His wrists are bound to his ankles, knees spread with a bar.

The men are appreciative of the pretty fuck doll they have but only so far. After a few minutes the shine wears off quickly and they use him like they would any other slut that’s being offered to them. They nudge him with their dirty boots, leaving muddy, dusty prints on his ass cheeks and back.

They spit on him; they wipe their dicks in his hair. They slap him when he looks like the drug cocktail swirling through his blood might make him doze away. A couple of times, someone extinguishes their cigarette on his bicep – and, once, right next to his nipple – and they chuckle like kids when that makes him cry out rough and inarticulate.

Jack, for his part, just watches that they don’t break bones or kill him. He is in his corner, idly playing with a condom – because he’ll fuck the bitch when everything is said and done – and then with the coin after it has been tossed his way.

When there is a lull in the action, he wanders over towards Hanzo. He crouches down, waiting unil the bleary, dark eyes are on him, then lifts the single dirty coin for him to see.

“That’s all you’re worth tonight,” he tells him. “The guys didn’t think you’re more than a cheap fuck.”

Hanzo’s cheeks flush a dull, humiliated red. One of the men kneels between his knees and leans forward, nearly lying down on Hanzo’s back so he can fuck the ruin of his butter soft, wet hole.

Jack holds Hanzo’s expressionless gaze a few seconds longer, smirking cruelly when they can all hear Hanzo groan softly in time with the lazy, sloppy thrusts of the man on top of him.

He digs into his jeans pocket and makes sure Hanzo can see the sharpie before he tosses it towards one of the men.

“Do your worst.”