#Humbler

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#humbler

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79th Batch Of Fics: 3rd Fill

Hanzo/Cassidy – cont B68F2 – Part ½ – mythical training AU – dragonhybrid!Hanzo; cock and ball torture; humbler; non-con/dub-con – Cole has thought up of another tactic to make the dragonhybrid heel.

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Cole throws a glance into the other stalls as he passes them. The hybrids that look back at him all seem docile enough; some of them even turning and presenting the moment that they see him. Those are the ones that are ready to get sent back to their owners – or to be sold outright.

He’s running a damn good facility here. He’s showing results; which is why his little pet project is annoying him more than it probably should. He moves toward one of the last stalls and peers inside.

Unlike the other beasts that he’s got in his care, Hanzo never graduated from the harness that they put on those that are too feral to be trusted. The magic sealing mark that has been tattooed into the small of his back is mirrored on the fancy buckle of the thing. It keeps him sapped of everything. His magic, his strength… just not his bad attitude, it seems.

The moment he lays eyes on Cassidy, he shows him his teeth, though the gesture seems much more performative now than it had been a month ago.

Cassidy is slowly making a headway with the bitch but it’s like pulling teeth. He kind of likes the challenge… but mostly he wants the thing to obey.

“Thought we’d be doin’ something different today,” he drawls. He lifts the device he has brought with him over the wall of the stall and shows it to Hanzo on his palm.

The dragon hybrid is staring at it, eyes narrowing. He does not make a sound of course, but it is clear he has no idea what he is looking at. Cole lightly moves it from left to right, watching the bastard never letting it out of his sight for a second.

“You know what that is? Of course you don’t. It’s a humbler. Nifty li’l thing. You’ll hate it.”

He grins lopsidedly. The beast shifts backwards a little as if he had understood. Cole has started to doubt his decade-long assessment that the beasts are all too dumb to understand anything.

This particular bitch seems way too smart for his own good most of the time.

“Hmn. Anyway. Be a good boy and back up. Go on- back up… there ya go. See, ye’re learnin’ somethin’ at least. The sweeter you’re bein’ on me, the nicer I make this whole experience for you. Got that?”

He’s just talking at this point. Most beasts react well to their handler talking even though they don’t understand it. Hanzo, luckily, is no exception to that. He throws Cole nasty looks but he does no longer have to be trussed up like a goddamn turkey to get any work done on his body anymore. The past lessons certainly left their impressions on the bitch.

Maybe he doesn’t want Cole’s whole arm inside his pussy anymore next time he pushes out an egg? Well that’s neither here nor there.

Cole’s got a hardon walking into the stall, the humbler feeling nice and heavy in his hand. He feels like he’s had one since the moment he thought of this brilliant idea. He’s sure this will be very fun. Just not for the beast.

.o.

Watching Hanzo crawl with his nuts pulled back through the humbler is the funniest fucking thing Cole has ever seen. It’s also one of the hottest. He won’t deny that he’s quite fond of predicament bondage and watching the beast’s face as it starts to realize what is happening the moment it crawls forward on all fours is a pleasure in and off itself.

Just a few steps in, Hanzo starts to pull back on the leash, trying to sit his ass down and alleviate the pressure that the humbler inadvertently puts on his testicles.

Cole doesn’t put any pressure on the leash; just stands there and smokes a cigarette while watching the hybrid slowly figure out that no matter what position he puts himself in… the pull on his sensitive balls keeps up uncomfortably.

He starts sweating, strands of the well-kept black hair sticking to his skin as he twists awkwardly, trying to peer behind him and at the piece of wood pushing up against his thighs. He twists around two, three times, giving Cole a nice show of his plump pussy winking at him from beneath the muscular tail, then finally stops and just stares at his trainer.

The look on his face is comically accusatory.

Cole shrugs with one shoulder, snipping his smoked-up cigarette in Hanzo’s general direction. He lightly tugs on the leash.

“Come on. I got more presents for you.”

Hanzo pulls against the leash – but only for a second before he starts to reluctantly follow along. Slower than usual but at a steady pace overall. By the time they’re in the breeding room, Cole can see the change in the beast.

He’s sweating harder, a flush having risen up to his scaly skin all over his body; and just beneath his slim, trembling belly is his cock – curiously half-hard, bouncing with every motion. Undecided whether it likes the rude treatment to the hybrid’s smooth testicles.

Cole leads him around slowly. Hanzo’s eyes are everywhere at once it seems, staring at all the unfamiliar equipment; and very pointedly ignoring the ones that he is familiar with, like the thick nozzle that Cole used to pump that ooey gooey slime into his womb.

He hisses at that one, the fur along his spine standing immediately on end.

Cole can’t help but chuckle. He tugs on the leash. “Nah… that ain’t part of the menu for today. If you’re a good boy, that is. Come here, little fuckpuppet. Daddy Cass got something different in mind for you.”

He leads him over to the breeding stand; a very simple construction made to withstand the weight and power of hybrids that are much bigger and heavier than the sleek dragon he is leading behind him.

Between the sturdy wood beams of the stand hangs today’s breeding tube which Cole had put there previously. They got all kinds of sizes for their studs and while Hanzo isn’t meant to be one of them, Cole supposes that it can’t hurt to let him mount up for once. Get some of that infernal energy out of his system.

He’s not all bad, after all. Not always. He knows that the beasts thrive well on the occasional boon that they are allowed… only that Hanzo will find out soon enough that he’s just getting played with again.

Cole leans against the breeding stand and watches Hanzo crawl closer. He seems to have gotten used to the feeling of the humbler for now; at least he does no longer fight against it as he carefully stretches his back and daintily sniffs on the pocket cunt hanging there for him.

The plump opening is glistening wet from a mixture of lubricant and pheromones Cole had smeared around and into the opening, fucking two thick fingers into the thing and getting turned on in the process. He had been half considering pumping a load into the fake pussy himself. He might still take a round after the beast is done.

He doesn’t usually take the sloppy seconds from the pets but Hanzo is… different. He wouldn’t mind letting him watch as he grunt fucks the hole he just bred up. Might be worth considering in and off itself.

A nice show of dominance.

[mayjaysocraycray]

Look at these beautiful buildings!!!!

[krlyrics]

Lyric CRAVITY - C'est La Vie

Album: EVERSHINEReleased date: 2024.2.26Lyrics by Jo YoonkyungComposed by Ryan Jhun, HUMBLER, Ryan Curtis, Jack Brady, Jordan RomanArranged by Ryan Jhun, HUMBLER, The Wavys Korean Lyric 때론 숨이 탁 막힐 듯 한Gimme all your timeSomewhere somehow너만을 향해 멈춘이 시선 넘친 마음이내 모든 삶인 걸믿게 돼 곧 넌하얗게 지울 상처 네 눈물감미로울 뿐인 taste내 몫인 게 당연해I’m kissing you 감지 마 두 눈거를 타선 없는 절경일 테니Falling down들여다 봐 봐 봐 our Babylon화려한 vibe vibe…

[lemon-robot]

Towmpbler

Rombler

[haunted-xander]

Underrated Estinien moment tbh. He has no idea how much emotional damage he just inflicted upon this man

[minzart]

That moment were the reality hits really hard, he never knew the person he spend 500 years with at all

[rin-solo]

Hello and welcome to some silly Vengeance Saga doodles including my contribution to the elite "Poseidon and Athena share a hospital room" concept :3

Ft. Traumatized to Unhinged Odysseus and Vlogger Hermes

[return-of-pontiacparadise]

[robylovi]

Public apology to that guy who got excited when he heard I was talking Thom Yorke and started asking abt which songs I liked when I was in fact talking abt Tom York from Los Pulentos, real sorry abt that

[edennill]

Huh, I'm wondering just how far I could take the comparisons if I decided to parallel the Elendil-Miriel-Pharazon trio with Manwe-Varda-Melkor in the Númenor fic that's perennially been floating around my head for... the last two years, I believe.

[vomits0cutely]

Sirius: what did I do to be this short, like why do I deserve this??

Peter: maybe it’s revenge from something you did in a past life

Sirius: you think I did a crime in a past life?

Remus: you do crime in this life, you definitely did it in another

Sirius: ..

Sirius: I guess..

Peter: what crime do you think it would’ve been?

Lily: break and entry

Peter: murder

James: arson

Remus: aggravated assault

Marlene: he ain’t a pussy guys (!!)

Sirius: thank you Marlene! I cannot believe them-

Marlene: he definitely did them all

Sirius: …

Marlene: and probably more

Sirius: okay thanks let’s move on-

[futurebird]

There *are* some things that I do not make into a competition. In fact, I'm very good at not being too competitive. (One of the best.)

[the-actual-throngler]

me, beginning to play cookie run, untainted and happy: awe these two guys are cool, they have an interesting dynamic, I can see why they are so loved

me, barely a month later: yeah espresso uses a humbler on madeleine what the fuck ever I dont even care anymore

[cynicalrosebud]

RHI - NSFW: Crawl

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Pairing(s): Gaz x Rumor

Summary: Gaz teaches Rumor an important lesson in patience and slowing down.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, BDSM dynamics (Master/sub), soft dominance, power dynamics, praise kink, humblers

It was a slow night on base, the sort of evening where everyone was relaxed, tensions from the latest mission finally easing. The air in the room was quiet, save for the soft, steady steps of Gaz walking ahead, casual and unhurried. Behind him, Rumor crawled, moving carefully on his hands and knees, each shift of his body dictated by the humbler strapped tightly around his legs and the back of his thighs.

The weight of the device kept Rumor low, kept him in place, every motion drawing Gaz's attention back toward him. Gaz had been patient, gentle even, as he helped secure the humbler, his hands steady as he fastened it around Rumor’s legs, ensuring it was snug but not too tight. There was a hint of a smile playing on Gaz’s lips now as he glanced over his shoulder, watching Rumor follow him, obedient and quiet.

“Look at you,” Gaz murmured, voice soft but full of control. “Nice and slow, yeah? Just like I want you.”

Rumor’s breath hitched, the tension from the humbler pulling at his muscles, keeping him in check, preventing him from moving too quickly. His gaze was locked on Gaz, the way he moved with such ease, as if completely unfazed by the power he held in this moment.

He tried to keep his breathing steady, his hands pressed into the floor as he crawled, each step bringing him closer to Gaz’s boots, his body arching slightly with each shift. The humbler reminded him with every stretch, every careful movement, that he was at Gaz’s mercy, that he had to follow—no choice but to obey.

Gaz took a few more steps before stopping, turning fully now to look down at Rumor. His eyes darkened with something like amusement, but there was tenderness there too, the kind that always made Rumor feel safe, even in moments like this, when he was so completely vulnerable.

“Knees sore yet?” Gaz asked, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Rumor shook his head, though his breath was coming out in shallow gasps. “No, sir,” he whispered, voice shaky but honest.

Gaz crouched down, his hand reaching out to cup Rumor’s chin, tilting his head up so their eyes met. “Good boy,” he murmured, his thumb brushing gently over Rumor’s bottom lip. “You’re doing so well. Almost there, yeah?”

Rumor nodded, his heart pounding in his chest, but he kept his gaze locked on Gaz’s, the weight of his words grounding him. Gaz’s approval was like a lifeline, something he craved in moments like this, when his body was strung tight and the world narrowed down to just the two of them.

“Follow me the rest of the way,” Gaz commanded, his voice soft but firm, releasing Rumor’s chin before standing back up, his boots just inches from Rumor’s hands. “Then I’ll take care of you.”

Rumor let out a soft breath, the promise in Gaz’s words sending a shiver down his spine. He shifted, his muscles protesting the tight pull of the humbler, but he pushed through, crawling after Gaz as he began to walk again, each step deliberate and slow.

The room felt smaller now, the distance between them shrinking with every movement, the tension winding tighter and tighter inside Rumor. His body ached, the strain from the position making his muscles burn, but he stayed focused, his eyes never leaving Gaz’s boots.

Finally, Gaz stopped in front of a chair, turning to face Rumor fully again. He watched as Rumor came to a halt in front of him, his body trembling slightly from the effort. Gaz reached down, his fingers slipping under Rumor’s chin once more, lifting his head up until their eyes met.

“That’s it,” Gaz murmured, his thumb brushing against Rumor’s lip again. “You’ve done so well, Carwyn.”

The praise washed over Rumor like a balm, easing the tension in his chest, even as the humbler kept him in place. He was at Gaz’s mercy, but there was no fear here—just trust, deep and unwavering.

Gaz’s hand moved to the back of Rumor’s head, fingers threading through his hair. “Now, stay still,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding. “Let me reward you.”