Extension May Drabble #1

Hanzo/anon man – Camboy trans Hanzo gets absolutely destroyed on dick and bred right on camera.

Part 1 (Patreon Link)

Part 2 (This Part)

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“They’re all dirty gooners anyway. You don’t think they’d go absolutely ballistic if they could watch you get fat over the next nine months? Huh?”

Hanzo whines into the bedding. His body is red hot and his pussy is squelching around the relentless fucking of his stud. He knows all his viewers are gooners. He knows they’re pathetic and eager and have been supporting him since he started this whole endeavor.

First embarrassed and clumsy and humiliated to have been brought down like this from a life full of riches and servants waiting on him hand and foot… and then getting more comfortable in his own skin as he realized that they will shower him in praise and money just for the privilege of getting to see his cunt.

They would love seeing him gain weight. They would love watching him waddling about with a huge stomach, rendered more and more helpless the longer the pregnancy would go. He knows that so deep that he finds himself wondering with an overheated soupy brain… ‘Why not?’.

Why not just let this anonymous cock pump it nice and deep without protection; shoot his cream where it’s needed and let his body do the rest? It’s easy. He doesn’t have to do anything for it. He just has to be here and keep his hips up nice and high and his thighs spread and let it happen.

Nothing easier than getting knocked up in this business.

The stud would leave him like this; leaking his cum, sure that he’d have succeeded on getting Hanzo pregnant, and then vanish out of his life as anonymously as he came. Hanzo has no name, no address, just a phone number under which they agreed on this little tryst. He could leave him easy like that; slide back into the sea of anonymous watchers and get off on watching what he did to Hanzo unfold in real time.

Hanzo’s insides quiver. His brain feels like it is overheating. There’s a small part that is still working and that keeps telling him that this is a bad, no good, very horrible idea, so he starts to shake is head.

The punishing thrusts from behind stop, cock inside him but not nearly as deep as he needs it to be. The yawning, hungry space in his belly immediately cramps.

“...What’s that? Are you saying ‘no’? Like… for real?”

Hanzo nods his head.

“So you’re saying yes?”

He shakes his head.

“So no you’re saying yes?”

He now can hear the laughter in the guy’s voice. He’s fucking him, but he’s also fucking with him, his hips starting up their thrusts again, albeit slower. More deliberate. He drives in deep and makes Hanzo’s head feel empty each time he fills his cunt.

Hanzo has been a trained assassin far longer than he’s been a whore on the internet. He’s been the heir to the Shimada. He’s had power to his name and he’s had value attached to him; but now he is nothing more than a womb. A cunt. A thing to be filled over and over again so he can look pretty and dumb and make a show for a million people that he’ll never meet in real life.

The donations are going wild. He can feel the stud leaning forward, one big hand coming to just underneath his nape to press him down into the bed as he ostensibly reads the messages attached.

“Everybody says yes, babe. They wanna see you get barebacked so bad. Come on.”

Hanzo shakes his head desperately, pussy clenching hard and womb clenching even harder. He feels nauseous with how horny he is. His hands are clawing at the bedding. He could get this man off. He could kill him in three seconds flat.

But he doesn’t want to. He wants to be knocked around a bit. He wants to be forced a bit. He wants to be told that he’s worth nothing but the cunt between his thighs.

He whimpers.

The guy pulls out and Hanzo’s whimper morphs into an awkward, singing little wail. He spreads his legs wider, his cunt open and needing.

A second later he feels a wet splat right against his spine. His eyes stare at the camera, mouth hanging open, no thoughts really happening until he catches a glimpse of the little preview and sees the pink condom lying on his back.

Only when he feels the naked cock kissing up to his hole, gripping on nothing, grasping desperately for more dick, does his head put two and two together.

He wails and tries to move forward but the hands on his hips are iron bands. He could get free.

But he doesn’t try to.

His head is ringing. Or maybe it’s the donations coming in. His stud is howling with laughter.

“Fuck. Fuck! Nothin’ better than a nice, naked cunt gripping your cock, shit!” He bucks his hips forward, driving his dick in so deep that Hanzo chokes on his own tongue for a moment, a high pitched whistling noise ricocheting through his skull.

He feels like his brain flatlined because there’s a bare cock in his pussy, ramming into him and kissing up against his cervix on every other thrust. His stomach cramps, the pain radiating through his body and only feeding into the desperate need he feels.

The condom feels wet on his back. It’s sticking to his skin and not sliding anywhere; just a constant reminder that he’s not better, not more interesting than any other trashcan on this guy’s way.

Hanzo is clutching at the sheets.

He had been feared at his home. People had worshiped the ground he walked on because they had always been living in fear that he might just pull a gun and blow their brains out.

And now he’s getting fucked on stream, told he’s a good cunt and to tighten up some more. The stud slaps his ass just to make him startle and clench down tighter on the fat cock barebacking him.

He’s fallen so deep but he can’t quite make himself care. Not when his clit is pulsing at the apex of his cunt, so desperate and hard that that, too aches. He tries to remember if they’ve had to use lube or if he’s been so desperately wet from the get-go. He feels like the stud just slid in. Just slapped a hand to the small of his back and pushed down until Hanzo’s spine was arced and his ass was up and he could just ram it right in to his goddamn core.

“Fuuuuck, I’m gonna come, baby. Gonna put it in real deep, yeah?”

A sob whistles out of Hanzo’s throat. His whole body spasms as he tries to drag himself off the cock.

His stud’s hands clamp around his hips and grip him tight. His fingers dig bruises into his skin. Hanzo’s heart rate speeds up, his cunt clenching tighter and tighter around the cock. Or maybe the dick is swelling with his impending orgasm?

“No,” he gasps breathlessly, fingers spasming against the sheets. “N-No, puh… please-”

The guy behind him laughs, his voice cracking and making him sound deranged as he ruts in harder. He leans over Hanzo now. The wet, tacky condom is plucked from his spine as the other plasters himself against him.

“Fuck, babe, don’t be like that,” he whines. A few things happen then.

He bucks hard. Hanzo feels his cock kicking inside him. He thinks he can feel the hot, wet rush of cum splashing right against his poor, battered cervix.

His eyes roll up into his head as he spasms one last time underneath the stud’s weight, an orgasm crashing into his system and filling his head with static.

And on top of that all: the feeling of the wet condom being draped awkwardly across his forehead. Just one last insult added to injury as his pussy pulsates around the naked cock and milks him desperately of everything his big, fat breeder balls could give him.

Because he is getting bred today. He had not planned on getting pregnant. But he supposes it would have happened at some point.

The guy just keeps laughing, donations pinging in like crazy.

At least Hanzo is rich again.

.o.

He views the footage back a few hours later. He can’t help but slap his overworked, puffy pussy to the whole thing; rub his clit harshly until his heart is thundering once more in his chest.

He’s cleaned his cunt out afterwards but he’s only done it half-heartedly and when he thrusts inside he can still feel some of the ooey-gooey mess in there.

He comes again like a freight train on the last few minutes of video; those he had not even been aware of were happening as he coasted on his mind numbingly hot orgasm.

The stud had grabbed the camera and had zoomed in on Hanzo’s fucked out face, condom half draped across one of his closed eyes; and then he’d given the chat a tour of his gaping, creamed up cunt and how he’d stuffed a couple fingers into him to push the dripping mess back where it needed to be.

“There you go, friends. Done us all a solid tonight.”

The video cuts then.