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🕑 Added 2018-01-13 06:20:35 +0000 UTC He had grown up among the mafia elite of Japan, and as such, an underground, illicit operation was nothing new to Hanzo. His father had several pachinko parlors, bars, and legitimately reputable massage parlous along side the brothels and auction houses. True, they had never dealt in the flash trade, but they had known other clans participated in it and never raised a hand to protest. That was one of the many subtle rules of Yakuza life. You ran your business, not anyone else.
It took some getting used to. Hanzo was still unsure if he could reconcile himself to the running of Marricone Ranch in the long run. Still, given the alternatives, his personal sensibilities would have to wait. He knew what he was doing well enough for the staff and handlers to accept him with a little prodding. Within a year he would be unquestioned in his leadership role along side Jesse.
They had decided against bringing Genji back to the island. Hanzo was not ready to let his younger brother see where he was, what he was involved in, and how he had achieved it. For the moment, Genji Shimada was safe and well hidden with some clients of Jesse's somewhere off the coast of Spain. From there, Hanzo found it easy enough to visit him without being worried that either of them were in any danger. Whether or not they would take back their holdings in Japan...that also remained to be seen.
~Still...~ Hanzo thought to himself as Jesse fit the bit between his lips, pulling it back till it sunk into the corners of his lips. ~There is something to be said for taking time to yourself.~ His eyes fluttered in response to the soft touches his lover gave him, and he nuzzled his face into the hand.
The old barn where Gabriel had tested his mettle had been rebuilt as a private cabin and stable for the two of them to play when they had a rare day off. It wouldn't do to keep Hanzo in the regular stables where everyone else could watch him in this state. They'd already had to go through the process of 'firing' anyone who couldn't get with the program and afford Hanzo respect in his new position.
“Such a good pony.” Jesse whispered to him, stroking down the thick black mane, bunching it up in his fingers to take a firm hold. He smiled at Hanzo's low, hungry groan and nodded. “You ready for a little fun taday, Dragon? Huh?” he encouraged, watching Hanzo neigh eagerly, ready to begin the fun. They'd found a sincere joy and relief in this time together. Hanzo wasn't willing to let go of that even with his new responsibilities. “Now then, take a deep breath.”
As Jesse began to cinch the corset up tightly, giving his Dragon the most beautifully slim waist line, he helped him to stand up straight even as the heeled boots were slipped on. Jesse had promised him something special, something unique, even in their debauched games. Of course that only spurred Hanzo on, creating a throbbing heat within his body as he waited for the next opportunity.
Jesse gave him a few laps around the bar at the end of a lead to help him run off some energy and move back into the mental state of a well behaved pony. The firm clip clop canter was like the beat of a drum, providing him with an almost meditative state of being. Everything else just floated away, and he could be Dragon, the sleek favorite of his handler.
The man kept him going until Dragon began to breath a little heavier, groaning at the firm plug wedged in his ass, making his thighs burn. “Feels good to be back, don't it?” Jesse chuckled, tipping up the brim of his hat with satisfaction. “There's my Dragon. There's my big strong pony.” He watched as Hanzo tossed his head, letting his hair free to fall about his shoulders in a beautiful flash of black and gray. “Now you ready for my surprise? Huh?” Jesse took the lead and began to pull him towards the barn. “I had ta wait for it ta come in. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get shipping out here.”
Dragon followed obediently, the scent of hay filling his nostrils as they entered the sliding door. The wooden surroundings, the tack and blankets hanging by the stalls. All of it was so bizarrely comforting, setting just the right scene for him. Jesse had gone to a lot of trouble setting this up as a private retreat. The effort was not lost on him. He pushed Jesse's back and gave a soft nickering noise, playing his role to the right effect.
“Hush now. Alrighty, lets get you strapped in.” Jesse led him to the center of the barn and up on top of a wooden platform. Dragon peered over at the stocks, eyeing the padded holes for his hands and neck so they would remain firmly, but comfortably in place. Jesse pulled up the top slat out of it's notch and guided him into it, allowing Dragon to find his own position so that he could balance himself easily. The sweet pony groaned when the padding cupped the back of his neck and wrists, and Jesse slid the padlock back into place. “Nice? Comfy?” He teased and tweaked his pet's nose.
Dragon nodded, looking up at him with adoration in his pretty brown eyes. He could not imagine being more deliciously uncomfortable, in all honesty. But that didn't stop him from encouraging his handler to give him more.
Jesse crouched down to press his lips to the mans temple, rubbing his hair back behind his ears, giving him little strokes of affection. “You've been doing real well, Dragon. Such a good pony. I think it's high time we gave you a little something extra. Would you like that?”
Dragon nodded hurriedly, already wriggling his ass form side to side. He growled out, wanting the fun to really begin.
“Heh. Eager.”
He gulped when Jesse vanished from site, moving around behind him. He didn't bother trying to turn his head, but the sound of clicks and gears tightening was slightly worrisome! He snorted to himself, making questioning little grunts to see if his dear handler would at least give him a hint. He could hear Jesse trying to stifle his own laughter, which was as exciting as it was aggravating!
A hand grasped his ass cheek and tugged it apart, revealing the plug before Jesse tugged it out with one firm POP. He admired the wet hole as his pony gurgled and shoved his hips back. “What a slutty lil pony.” He smacked the rump and was rewarded with an indignant whinny. “But don't you worry. I got ya something that can satisfy even your appetite. Gotta keep my good boy behaved.”
Dragon spied something out of the corner of his eyes and crooked his head as best he could to see it. For a few seconds, his mind didn't quite register what it was he had being held out for his view. When it did click around, Hanzo came to the forefront of his consciousness and his eyes widened. ~Oh you must be joking!~
Jesse stroked the thick, bulbous head of the specially designed dildo. Fourteen inches in length, at least as thick as his wrist, it stood up with only a little bit of flexibility in the shaft before leading down to thick balls at the base. “Ordered it special, jus fer you.” He winked and smacked Hanzo's rump again.
Hanzo shook his head, but at the side time, widened his stance. It was going to happen, Jesse had gotten this special treat just for his enjoyment. How could something be so wonderfully flattering and slightly terrifying in the same instant?
“We'll start the machine on slow...”
~Machine!?~
“Give ya time ta get used ta it. Ain't nobody said you gotta take the whole thing on the first try. But we'll be coming back here until you learn.” Jesse began setting things up, making sure the rod of the thrusting mechanism was aimed right at his lovers tight, eager asshole. “But you don't mind, do ya, Dragon?” He squirted a generous amount of lubricant onto the hole and toy, working it in slowly, letting Hanzo's face redden and strain as the ring began to clutch for purchase along the thick tip. A low, hungry bellow pulled from Hanzo's throat, but he pushed back into it. “Thats it. See? I knew you'd like it. Ya know why?” He rubbed down the strong, muscular back. “Cause yer a good, cock hungry lil pony, ain't ya?”
Dragon crooned with vociferous delight, shaking his head up and down. The width! Good god the width of this think made him feel stretched nearly to the point of too much! The moment Jesse had it securely in, Dragon could feel him hook the base to the rod, giving it a firm stance for them to really get started.
“Alrighty now. I trust ya ta tell me if this goes past what ya can handle.” Jesse took the remote, walking around to the front. “1 finger means keep going, 2 means slow down, 3 means stop. Ya got that?” He waited for the poor thing to catch his breath and hold up 1, 2, 3 fingers to show he understood. “Good. I know you can take this. You're such a big strong pony, ain't ya?” Jesse felt his chest grow warm at the languid, prostrate adoration in Hanzo's eyes. He smiled before lifting the control and clicking the dial over to the first setting.
