Kinktober Day Fifteen: Sounding

Hanzo - Mercy (Overwatch)
Sounding / switch / tease / denial / blow job
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Precision was always the name of the game.   
 
And as always, the safeword was Mercy.   
 
“Angela...” Like a snake shedding it's skin, Hanzo rubbed against the bonds that held him securely in place, more intent of testing his limits than any actual escape attempt. He trusted her to act well in this game they played, for there was a mutual thrill at something so twisted and refined. He watched with eager anticipation and no small amount of nervousness as she brought over the black leather kit. The prim look on her face was unwavering as she unzipped the side, revealing eleven stainless steel rods, each one growing in thickness by millimeters.   

Hanzo knew that a millimeter made a grand difference.   

“Now then...” She began to check the equipment with the same impression as she would a surgical instrument, ensuring their cleanliness before she applied her gloves. “Last time we made it all the way up the number four. This we can push for five this time?”

“I wish to try for six.” Hanzo confided, but even as he said it he got the strongest feeling that he would regret offering such a challenge to her. 

“Well aren't you goal oriented.” she took out a fresh bottle of lubricant, setting it up besides the tools before she pulled her chair over between his thighs. “We've got all the time in the world. So why don't we get you ready?”

Hanzo's lashes fluttered and his head rolled lazily from side to side. “I would be very appreciative.”   
 
She flicked her tongue up along the underside, letting herself feel over the ridges in his cock as if exploring them for the first time. She folded a lock of blond hair behind her ear as she snaked her tongue around, more with play than anything else. “You're always such a gentleman.” she reached beneath and began to fondle his balls neatly in her palm, rolling them around with clear enjoyment.

“W-when you are kind as to exchange such things with me, why should I not be grateful?” Hanzo muttered, his brain shifting position from his head to his cock. Angela and he were not in a relationship. Well at least not a conventional one. They shared a few unique kinks and fetishes and they knew they could trust one another to be both discreet and talented. This was a stressful environment. So it helped to have someone you could turn to who could take the edge off.   
 
Some nights Angela would come to him and he would slide a blindfold around her eyes, bind her with ropes, and help her forget the carnage of battle. Too many bodies. Too many people screaming to be healed. He would pinch and lap at her body, using his fingers and his words to let her fall into the darkness of agony and ecstasy in any manner she needed.   
 
This was her way of returning the favor. 

Hanzo's lungs emptied themselves of air as Angela's mouth became full of his cock, sucking down till his thighs clenched. She pulled up along the prick and smacked her lips in satisfaction at how easily his erection had come. 

“Perfect. Right where I need you.” She tapped at the slit up top, looking at the thin line of precum. “But we can do better than this I think.” She took the cold lubricant and squished it onto her fingers. She rubbed it between them a moment, helping to warm it up. Hanzo groaned in response when she applied it to his cock, slicking up the entry. She took the thinnest rod, a 4.3 mm, and prepped it with lube before setting it to Hanzo's waiting cock hole. “Slow and steady Let me know when you're ready for me to push.”

He clenched his fists and filled his lungs, sucking in air through his nose. “I am ready.”   
 
She fit the rounded tip into his hole and began to guide it in with cautious precision. The first push always took a little work. Angela rolled the tip around for a second or two, helping to build the sensation. She held the thick cock by the shaft and began a coordinated effort to both push the rod down and work the cock up along it's length. 

Hanzo felt the initial spread of his urethra and instinctively hissed at it. He watched with perverse facination, for as the rod vanished into him, the lubricant and precum swelled up over the edge and began to drool over the sides. “Angela!” he managed before she began to slide it deeper. 

“Shush. You're doing so well.” She stroked his prick up, letting it swallow the rod a bit more before tugging at it, drawing the steel bar out almost all the way. If the look on her face was any clue, she thrilled at the way her partner's body clenched and released in response. “Good. Now lets go deeper this time.”

It was as if she was intent on slow fucking him with the sounding rod, and Hanzo surely could have told her how fucked her felt. 

“I'll be you feel that all the way down to your balls.” She teased and wiped her tongue over his prick, keeping him hard and attentive. “They must feel quite full, especially as they are plugged quite tightly for the moment.” She kept a hand on the plug, slowly jerking him off around it as Hanzo's eyes rolled into the back of his skull. She was tempted to take a quick photo, just for her own personal memories, But as they hadn't discussed it, she decided to hold off till later. Hanzo might well say yes! “Do you remember the time I edged you for hours? When you were flailing and crying out my name, so eager to cum you could barely breath? Do you remember how you burst so hard you ejected the rod along with your cum?” Angela's white teeth shone. “Think you could manage that again?”