“I’ve never seen a dick that small. Are you sure it’s even there? Make yourself useful and get on your knees.” With Hanzo?

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Combined this ask with a Scion!Hanzo one. 

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It takes putting Hanzo in a chastity cage to discover his little dirty secret – humiliation. He blushes so hard when you tease him about how you can’t even see his bulge in his pants now with the cage on. Whimpers when you tut that the heir to a massive yakuza empire has such a miniscule package.

Of course his actual cock is heaven-sent, or dragon-sent as it were, but that’s the fun of it, isn’t it? When such a beautiful cock is crammed into that silver cage that makes him look so much smaller than he actually is. 

He gulps and leans back in his office chair, dark eyes darting everywhere but your face. “D-don’t tell anyone, I beg of you,” he hisses and clutches at your shirt. 

“Don’t tell anyone what, Shimada-dono?” you purr and tug at his tie to undo it, slipping it off his neck and tying it around his caged cock. Like a little present but also to enhance how small it is compared to that blue tie. “That you have a little cocklet? Cute and small and so sensitive?”

Hanzo blushes deeply and scowls, “Don’t say that!”

“But it’s true.” You ignore his low threats as you slide off his lap and onto the desk. “I’ve never seen a dick that small. Are you sure it’s even there?” Kicking your shoes off, you use a toe to nudge the silver bars and admire how his cock still tries to swell in its prison, bits of his cock bulging from between the steel bars. “I don’t think I’ll even feel it in me.”

The Shimada scion can only swallow thickly and try to force down his shameful blush. Indeed, if you were to slip him into you, you’d barely gain any pleasure from it.

“Please,” he whispers, eyes misting with tears and humiliation. “I don’t-”

You lean closer and trail a finger down his high cheekbone, “Don’t worry, Shimada-dono. There are ways to be useful even without your little cock.” Then you take that finger and point it down to the ground before you. “Get on your knees.”

Almost as if he were in a trance, Hanzo obeys with his eyes locked onto yours. He slips from his chair sinuously and falls onto one knee, then the other, his hands on his lap. 

“Clever boy, Shimada-dono,” you take his face into both hands now and kiss the tip of his nose gently. Hanzo moans and tilts his head up as if to beg for another kiss, a kiss that you grant him. 

“What else…” he rumbles with shuttered eyes and a hoarse voice. “What else can I do?”

Smiling at him, you get up and drop your bottoms and toss it aside. With your butt perched on the edge you spread your thighs and tangle your fingers into his hair. “I heard you pierced your tongue in secret, Shimada-dono. Let’s see if you know how to use it.”

Hanzo shivers – his piercing isn’t obvious and he often keeps his mouth shut anyway – and lets you pull his head closer to your enticing warmth. “Yes…Master.”