Ride'em Cowboys. (McHanzo LEMONS)

The Return to Milkduds.

Hanzo was restlessly typing away at the keyboard, every click that reverberated in his mind drove him a little further into insanity. His true dream was to become a famous race car driver but, instead he was stuck with his sad office job at Walmart. Hanzo, had been to busy thinking about the wind flying through his nose hair, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, and the thrill of the screeching turn of the race car on the rainbow road on mario kart 8. Hanzo, had a little difficulty with the match, he was having a duel with another racer but, luckily for Hanzo, his car had the bigger posterior and booty bumped the other racer into oblivion stealing the victory. Everyone was cheering "HANZO! HANZO! HANZO!" 

Hanzo felt amazing racing towards the finish line on the last lap, but as he was driving he had caught a glimpse of his boss Hammond in the crowd sending him flying back to reality. "HANZO! Are you even listening to me?" Hammond squeaked. Hanzo quickly flinched in his seat realizing his very distracted behavior. "I have noticed that your work performance has been drifting, and not in a good way." Hanzo sunk into his seat feeling a little guilty. "I am very sorry sir, I haven't been getting good enough sleep as of late." Hammond raised a brow as if questioning this "Well maybe you shouldn't be staying up late then, Hanzo." Hammond strutted away and out of Hanzo's office booth in his little hamster ball.

Hanzo slumped down in his chair and furrowed his eyebrows, he grumbled to himself deviously.  "Stupid gerbil..." Just as Hanzo began to get back to his work, his pal Gabriel had popped in interrupting his work once again. Gabriel smirked "You shouldn't be talking about the boss that way, Hanzo. He's a stupid hamster, not a gerbil." Hanzo grumbled back "Hamster, gerbil, same difference, their all rodents and a pain in my ass." Hanzo slumped over the chair once again to continue his typing. Gabriel got a little too close for comfort, he rested his arm on Hanzo's shoulder. Hanzo glared at him, but as always before Hanzo, could speak Gabriel addressed the elephant in the room. "So... Hanzo, how was the strip joint last night?" 

Hanzo stiffened his posture, he was taken aback but didn't want to make an initial reaction towards Gabriel. Hanzo could feel his cheek flush, as in remembrance of last night. Hanzo responded in a quick manner without looking or showing his face. "It was all right." Gabriel was very suspicious of this response, as he knew Hanzo, had high standards in nudey bars, so there was no way, he would say it was "all right." Gabriel knew that something fishy was going on, especially with Hanzo's strange mannerisms. Gabriel decided to confront Hanzo, the bar wasn't just alright, he clearly liked something there, or someone... Gabriel brought his hand up to Hanzo's chin so he could turn to face him. Hanzo was shocked he had not expected the sudden physical contact Gabriel was making.

As soon as Hanzo realized the embarrassing display, he slapped Gabriel's hand off of him, this just confirmed Gabriel's suspicions. Hanzo did like something about the strip joint, but what? Or who for that matter? These are all of the questions that started to spark in Gabriel's head, he needed have answers, but there was only one way he could obtain the truth, and it wouldn't be from Hanzo. Gabriel smirked to himself "Well, whatever don't tell me. Have a nice day, Hanzo~" Hanzo confused by Gabriel's suspicious actions, brushes them off and finally continued his work in peace.

Work finally came to an end, and that only meant one thing to Hanzo, he needed to return to Milkduds. Hanzo barged into the doors at Milkduds and scanned the room for his desired dancer. It didn't take long to spot the dancers sexy face, the cowboy was up on the stage performing. He was ensnared by the dancers rugged manly good looks. Hanzo taken himself a front row seat to the show. The dancer swung his hips side to side, and finished up his dance with a one handed spin around the pole landing the splits. Money was thrown, cheers were spilled as the dancer exited off of the stage. Hanzo quickly stood up to find the so desired dancer, he hoped he had not forgotten about their little "date" they agreed to last night.

As the dancer walked to the back stage room he glanced at Hanzo, and gave him a seductive smirk as he beckoned him. Hanzo then quickly hid his heated up face, only then did his legs seemed to move out of instinct. The dancer had Hanzo, completely wrapped around his finger. Hanzo quickly followed the dancer towards the back room. However, Hanzo, was stopped by a very intimidating usher. "Excuse me, do you got V.I.P?" Hanzo, quickly shrinks into his shoes and his penis retracts inside of him like a turtle poking his little head. Hanzo, in fear stutters and finds himself unable to answer the usher. Soon after, Hanzo could see the dancers room door open and the dancer Hanzo, had been looking for jumps in, and quickly confronts the usher saving Hanzo. He speaks up in a smooth and sexy voice "Hold it right there partner, this is my good friend, and he is goin' get the ride of his life tonight, if ya know what I mean."

Hanzo's turtle quickly comes out of his shell, as he can already feel himself becoming aroused by his silky southern voice. The usher quickly complies and opens the gate for Hanzo, to enter. The sexy dancer takes Hanzo, by the hand and leads him towards the private room. They walk into a room that smelled of surprisingly, cinnamon. The dancer brings out a chair and places it in the middle of the dim lighted room. He says with a firm tone "Sit" Hanzo, obliged obediently. Hanzo shivered as the icy cold seat met with his heated cheeks. As he was seated comfortably, the dancer started to strip himself of his robe to reveal his new attire.

An american speedo.

As well as his signature hot pink cow boy hat. The sexy cowboy spoke with his calm and soothing voice "I thought you weren't comin' sugar. You got me worried for a moment." The dancer crept towards Hanzo, sitting on the cold metal chair. Hanzo felt his his heated face get even hotter if that was possible, and felt his tight pants getting even tighter. The cowboy traced a finger starting at Hanzo's chest gliding all the way up to his chin in a slow and seductive manner. Soon enough, the dancer planted himself on Hanzo's lap and gave him a very seductive smirk. The cowboy brought his lips closer and tilted his head as he puckered his lips for a kiss. Of course, Hanzo, couldn't refuse and was going to reciprocate, but suddenly was halted by the dancers hot pink cowboy hat being shoved into his face stopping any and all contact between their lips. 

Hanzo, felt the weight of the dancer being lifted off of him as he started to twerk on Hanzo's lap. His booty cheeks clapped fiercely as Hanzo, could almost feel the nut bursting in his pants. The dancer ended this move by performing the splits on the ground. The sexy cowboy then got up and lifted Hanzo, out of his seat and said in a demanding tone "Bend over." Hanzo hesitated for a moment unsure of what the cowboy was planning to do, but complied before cowboy started to snap. The dancer pulled  the whip out of his american thong and whipped it into the air to which was followed by a loud snap and "YEEEEEEEHAWWWWW!" Hanzo was sweating bullets being in this position, he wasn't quite sure he was into masochism, but I guess it was time to find out. 

The dancer with great swiftness undid Hanzo's belt and pulled down his dress pants exposing his tidy whiteys. Hanzo was greatly ashamed and embarrassed being man handled so, deviously. The dancer without warning started to whip Hanzo's sweet plump ass. Hanzo gasped from the sudden strikes of the whip. He savored every moment of the juicy pleasure he was receiving from the lashings of the cowboy. It was pure ecstasy. At that moment Hanzo, had discovered another side to himself...

He was a masochist, but...

Only for the sexy cowboy dancer. 

Hanzo was deafen with the sounds of his own pleasurable moans and the dancers snap of the whip followed by the loud "YEEEEEHAWWW!" The ecstasy didn't last long as the cowboy stopped giving the lashings to trembling Hanzo. He was sure his ass would be red and sore from this and wasn't sure how he would it explain this at work. But, he was sure he would think of something. The dancer quickly pulled up Hanzo's pants to his hips and started to re-do his belt. Hanzo couldn't admit it, but he was really disappointed at how quickly their heated session ended.

He felt like he needed more.

"That's all I got for you tonight sugar, how's about you come back tomorrow same time, same place."

The cowboy pulled Hanzo close and whispered in his ear "at low... noon."

Hanzo stood up with his booty cheeks trembling and crying "I-I'll pay you on one condition, you have to give me your name."

The dancer gave Hanzo a smirk and then procceded to give him a short but sweet reply. 

"The names Jesse, Jesse McCree."