Patreon Compilation – Fic#348 – Reinhardt/Gabriel/Torbjörn – Small dick; appreciation/humiliation – Small Toys 7

Reinhardt/Gabriel/Torbjörn – direct continuation of fic#330 – Torbjörn (and Reinhardt) keep working Gabriel over.

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After his orgasm, Gabriel’s muscles are lax. His hole squelches when Torbjörn starts to move again, his sturdy hips rutting against him. He’s mostly trying to get deeper and deeper and deeper even though his rough pubes are already dragging against the backs of Gabriel’s thighs and his ass and are probably going to rub him raw if he keeps it up just a bit more.

Gabriel makes a soft sound high in the back of his throat. His eyes are open but he’s not really seeing anything. Just staring ahead of himself as he coasts on the feeling of orgasm and cock dragging through the tight, hot sleeve of his body and not letting him drift off into a comfortable doze.

Reinhardt’s hands are on his biceps as if he is holding him down, even though Gabriel is like a bug on his back. Helpless and vulnerable. His tiny cock is glistening wet with his own spend. Nobody is touching it after his first orgasm. Torbjörn keeps eying it, though.

His expression almost thoughtful. His grinding stops, cock so deep inside Gabriel that he could swear he can taste it in the back of his throat.

Instead, the old mechanic reaches for his cock again, one thick, blunt fingertip lightly nudging against its underside.

“Is it hard again?” he asks and Gabriel whines, chin tilting up, exposing his throat like a dog seeking forgiveness. The need lancing through him at the dubious tone in Torbjörn’s voice is making him feel all fuzzy and dumb in his head and fluttery in his belly.

Reinhardt chuckles, his voice pitched lower than his usually boisterous screaming. His huge hands squeeze Gabriel’s thick biceps, fingertips digging in gently, massaging the muscle as he talks to Torbjörn: “Sure is. Can barely tell the difference, can’t you? Look… it’s twitchin’. I’d say it likes you!”

Gabriel groans softly. Embarrassment prickles along his spine like the touch of a large, playful fingertip. His legs spasm uselessly. Torbjörn makes a considering sound, his fingertip still against Gabriel’s squat little dick, nudging it continuously like he’s disgusted by it and doesn’t really want to touch it – Gabriel almost drools at the thought – and like he can’t help but keep touching and exploring anyway.

He begins to move again. Slow and methodical. No longer grinding but really fucking. His hands grab on to Gabriel’s thighs and dig in like he simply wants to feel the meaty muscles that make his thighs look so plush. He leans forward and his beard tickles against Gabriel’s belly for but a second before he throws it across his shoulder, probably unwilling to get it crusted up in his pitiful cum puddle starting to dry on his abdomen.

“Fuck, your cunt-” the words sound downright angry. Gabriel’s mouth drops open. He starts panting like a dog in heat, arousal focusing on the hard, eager jut of his pathetic cocklet.

“Do you like it, my friend?”

“Best hole I’ve had in months. I’ve only got a sleeve I made for myself, but this…” he trails off. They talk across him like he’s not even there. Like he’s just a warm, wonderful hole, and Gabriel almost comes again just from that.

The pressure that comes with getting fucked by Torbjörn’s massive cock is crawling through his body and ending as some almost headache in his skull. His mouth is hanging open. He’s breathing so hard, stomach heaving, his muscles twitching without his say in the matter.

Just when Torbjörn starts to pick up the pace; when he gets up on his knees and grabs one of Gabriel’s hips with one hand and keeps the other on his thigh; holding him tight and inescapable; just when he realizes that he is just seconds away from getting filled for the first time tonight, does Reinhardt go and nudge two of his massive fingers into his open, panting mouth.

The salt of his skin bursts across his tongue. Gabriel feels like he is going cross eyed. His whole body trembles, warm and eager and wanting more, more more as Torbjörn finally fucks him like he means it. No more talking. No more carefully figuring out if Gabriel can handle what he’s putting on offer. Just him fucking, punishing and hard, eyes probably stuck on the way Gabriel’s ridiculous clit is bouncing with the movement.

“Go on; take it- gonna knock you up, girlie. Gonna get you fat. You think I can’t do it? You ever seen how many kids I got? Go on, go on… shhh it’s gonna be just fine-”

Gabriel jolts at the sudden string of words, his skin feeling hot and prickling, his eyes going wide but unable to lift his head to stare incredulously at Torbjörn because there are thick fingers in his mouth pressing down against his tongue.

And he’s getting filled. He can hear it in Torbjörn’s choked little groan before he can feel it in his belly. Hot and thick and warm. Golden heat suffusing his belly and making him cumdrunk in glorious seconds while Reinhardt presses against his tongue and rubs against the slippery muscle like he’s soothing a frightened little animal.

His thighs fall open, lax and helpless. There are no muscles left in his body, he is pretty sure. His whole being just coasts-

and Torbjörn doesn’t stop. He’s filling him, and he’s humping him, and then he stops filling him, but he doesn’t stop humping him. Gabriel’s eyes go wide but he’s not really processing anything that he is seeing with his glazed over gaze. His nerves are hot and sparking and prickling in his skin. His knees jerk once but it’s more like an afterimage of what a man with actual muscles would do. His cocklet is twitching.

It is hard despite himself. Hard despite the absolute overstimulation racing through his body while Torbjörn fucks him through the feeling and right into bone deep exhaustion.

He pulls out of Gabriel’s gummy hot insides. His cock never once even flagged, Gabriel thinks. It just stayed hard, now smeared with a pearly sheen of sticky, goopy cum still connecting him to his wide open, gaping hole.

The fingers are also pulled from his mouth, and he’s so startled about being left empty, that he almost cries out. Reinhardt shushes him. His thick fingers grasp a hold of his jaw and trace against it. Only for a second or two. Then he is being manhandled around as if he wasn’t twice Torbjörn’s height and a living, breathing machine. Like he wasn’t a super soldier that was able to tear them both apart with his bare hands.

They don’t pause. They don’t explain. Torbjörn just slides right back into the ruined hole he’s left a breath ago and begins pumping his hips, thrusting unhurried and without mercy.

Gabriel’s mouth hangs open, his eyes rolling into his skull.

“You seem surprised, girlie,” he hears Torbjörn through the fog clouding his mind. He sounds a little out of breath but very amused. “Not used to stamina, are you? Didya ever even fuck with that sweet little clitty? Lemme see…”

A hand cups his cock. He fits snugly in Torbjörn’s palm. He’s poking against the rough, calloused skin and shocks of pleasure kick up and down his spine. He’s drooling. His clit is, that is. It’s drooling liberally into Torbjörn’s hand and he’s twitching and overeager and there’s nothing he can do about any of it.

Torbjörn is laughing. He’s fucking him and he’s laughing, slowly rubbing his palm against Gabriel’s pathetic two incher and making his stomach feel like it’s going to drop out from under him.

“No way. I know my way around holes, boy-o. I’ve been in my fair share of ‘em. No way this little clitty of yours has ever breeched one. That it? You a sweet little virgin? Tell me… tell your best friend Torbjörn. Tell your man there. You ever told him with so many words?”

Gabriel’s mouth is already open but words are kind of… beyond him at the moment. He wails. Because Torbjörn is shifting his angle and rubbing his cock into that gummy little spot inside him that makes him see stars. Makes him remember all over why it is that he is such an anal whore. He loves this. He loves getting fucked.

He loves getting overwhelmed by real men with real cocks that knew just how badly he needed it.

Torbjörn keeps talking. Keeps egging him on. Keeps fucking him, beating the cum he’s deposited into Gabriel’s belly into a froth. He wants Gabriel to say it, but Gabriel doesn’t know how to form words. So Torbjörn suddenly just stays still. Just… doesn’t move as if Gabriel’s insides weren’t a tight, pulsing sleeve around him.

“Say it.”

“I… I…” Gabriel blinks slowly. Reinhardt’s thick fingers are rubbing against his scalp, all nice and soothing. “I’m a v-virgin with my… little useless clit-”

Torbjörn laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. Reinhardt shushes him and feeds him his fat cock, his expression one of a proud guardian as they rock into Gabriel in tandem, ready to fill him up more. And more. And more.

To leave him bloated and pregnant because he’s just a sweet little wife with his sweet little clitty and Reinhardt is so generous to lend him out to his best friend…

Yeah.