Patreon Compilation – Fic#337 – Gabriel/Roadhog – submissive wetting; size difference; raw dogging it – Ice Cream Break

Gabriel/Roadhog – Gabriel has kind of an... understanding with Roadhog and every now and then the stars align to give the Blackwatch Commander some relief...

(Massive fill because it is also combined with the prompter's reward drabble for becoming a patron!)

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A massive hand curls around Gabriel’s throat and slams him into a nearby wall. He gasps weak and wet at the pain radiating down his spine, his legs spasming weakly. Normally he would lift them up and curl them around his opponent’s arm and neck to then break their hold on him but two things are simultaneously true:

1) His opponent is too large – too fat – to actually pull out the maneuver.

2) Gabriel does not want to get free.

Mako is hovering above him, pressing him into the unforgiving stone with both his hand on Gabriel’s throat, continuously cutting out his oxygen supply, but also with his body. His huge stomach pushes into him and pins him as effectively as if he were nothing but a butterfly.

He is helpless. He grunts and digs his nails into Mako’s meaty wrist until dark spots start to dance in his vision and the pressure in his skull becomes so massive and all-encompassing that he finds his struggles slowing down until they are practically nothing.

Mako’s face is hidden in the darkness surrounding them. Or maybe it’s the darkness encroaching on Gabriel’s consciousness?

He must make a sound just pathetic enough to ping something in the fat guy because suddenly the hand pulls away and air rushes into his lungs with a pathetic wheeze. Gabriel would slide down the wall if it weren’t for Mako’s sausage fingers now twisted into the front of his shirt.

“Don’t got much time today,” the other mutters. His voice is so deep and wheezing it makes Gabriel feel a bit breathless again even without the pressure against his windpipe. His legs are wobbly and unresponsive. His skin prickles. “Sent my partner to get ice cream. Stand won’t be standin’ for long.”

Gabriel wants to growl but it comes out as a pathetic little whimper. Squeaky like a toy. The reminder that he’s routinely letting the fat guy manhandle him. That they have to work around his frankly insane partner just so Gabriel can get stuffed with cock when he really, really shouldn’t be.

It’s enough to get him pathetically hot. Even the thought that later he’d have to crawl back to his superiors and come up with a new asinine reason why he had been unable to subdue the duo.

He wonders if anybody is even still believing him. Or maybe they can smell it on him. The thick scent of the other’s thick load dripping from his ruined cunt.

Mako grunts. It sounds half like a laugh. Maybe he’s seen how pathetic and needy Gabriel is for his cock? Maybe he knows exactly that he can do whatever the fuck he wants to him. Not only because he can overpower him and force him into compliancy, but also because Gabriel is a goddamn freak that is looking forward to the encounters each and every month. That he is looking for pathetic excuses to get close enough again that he can spread his thighs for this creature.

Gabriel is pulled away from the wall and thrown across some crates. Everything happens fast and rough. Not a single thought is spent on Gabriel’s comfort and that’s just what he craves. What he fears.

The panic in his chest is creeping down into his belly where it curls up into a tight ball of anxiety, pressing against his suddenly full bladder. His thighs spasm and he kicks out; not really with intent to hurt. It’s just an animal instinct that is still somehow fluttering around his body amongst all the neediness and the want to spread his legs nice and wide and show Mako his poor, defenseless hole.

The hole that he will stretch to its absolute limits on the girth of his beercan dick while pressing him down beneath his immense bulk and making Gabriel feel all panicky again just from how little he’ll be able to breathe-

“Stay still,” Mako wheezes. Gabriel… does. He is clutching the edges of the crate he’s on, his knuckles going pale with how desperately he’s holding on. His eyes are wide, the whites probably looking luminous and absolutely crazed in the darkness of the musty warehouse while he lies there and listens to the ominous sound of Mako Rutledge’s wheezing breaths and the ominous clinking of his belt buckle as he gets his dick out.

Fat sausage fingers grip the back of his combat pants and start ripping on them; start trying to pull them down over the fat swell of Gabriel’s cheeks until he whimpers and somehow unfurls his fingers from their death grip to reach underneath his own body.

“Wait,” he whispers high-pitched and pathetic. “Wait, I’ll-”

Mako grunts. He sounds pleased with Gabriel for helping along. Or maybe he’s pleased because he’s made the Blackwatch Commander sound like a pathetic little bimbo just gasping for cock and for his own destruction on one.

Maybe he is pleased as pie that Gabriel is so painfully afraid of what is going to cum that he is panting open-mouthed and forgets for a while how belt buckles and zippers and buttons work because it takes him so long that Mako puts a meaty hand right in the middle of his spine and shifts until he can let his impossibly heavy cock slap against the small of his back.

Gabriel whimpers.

“Faster,” Mako grunts low and without mercy. Arousal burns a hot, harsh way through Gabriel’s system, his insides turning liquid and his thighs shaking as he clenches them together, trying not to piss himself like a puppy.

Nobody can make him like this. Nobody can reduce him to this absolute terrified and horny mess just by being huge and fat and foreboding. He thinks. He hopes? He’s never met a man like Mako before and he is suitably sure that he’ll never meet one like him again.

Mako grabs the back of his pants and rips them down hard enough to make his ass cheeks jiggle in the cool air of the warehouse. He can feel Mako’s massive, hot nuts against his cheeks; resting there weirdly foreboding while his beer can cock drooled against the small of Gabriel’s back.

He’s panting, open-mouthed and pathetic, his eyes huge, staring into the darkness of the warehouse.

Mako shifts behind him. Fat hands grip his ass cheeks and the tops of his thighs in one go and start to spread him apart for as wide as his restricting pants will allow.

Gabriel’s heart is hammering in his chest. His poor, vulnerable hole is exposed and his tongue feels swollen and dry in his mouth. He wouldn’t be able to beg for mercy. He’d just… he’d just lie there and let it happen.

Part of him is appalled that he would even consider begging. He’s a grown ass man. He’s the leader of a goddamn government black ops organization. He’s treating Cole fucking Cassidy to a crash course in how to behave like an actual human being instead of an ingrate dog that had lived all his life on the streets.

That is to say… he’s more than this. This impossible, soul bending need to stuff his guts with cock. Or, more accurately, get it stuffed.

Mako’s massive glans starts to drag across his hole and Gabriel’s toes curl in his steel capped combat boots. His stomach lurches. His eyes immediately start burning.

Mako chuckles.

“Learned from last time,” that deep, ominous voice grinds out. He shifts his hips and grinds the massive head of his cock harder against Gabriel’s hole. Against Gabriel’s slicked-up-and-prepared hole. Against the hole he had spent an inordinate amount of time stuffing with his fingers, knuckling into the muscles, getting himself stretched until he was leaking and felt like he could stuff himself with his own goddamn fist.

Mako starts pressing forward  harder. Gabriel can feel his muscles starting to slide open with little to no resistance, wet with lube. He can feel how he is spreading wider and wider and there is no pain.

But his brain is still lighting up in panic and shrieking at him that surely this time it won’t fit. Especially this time where he spent time preparing himself instead of getting his legs spread wide and fucked on nothing but Roadhog grunting at him to think of something nice, spitting on his dick, and driving it in like that.

Gabriel had been able to take it back then as well. And he’d thought about it for weeks to come because it had taken a while for him not to feel his goddamn asshole with every step he took.

Fuck, fuck-

“Fuck,” he grinds out, voice high-pitched and rough. Not at all like his usual, smooth tones. He must spasm, fighting against the intrusion, because suddenly Mako’s meaty hand is on his back, right underneath his nape, pressing him unerringly into the crate and keeping him pinned again like a butterfly.

He’s not treating him nice and careful, though. He’s pushing in, in, in, and Gabriel is starting to feel like he’s going to burst at the seams because the fattest cock in existence is inching its way into his panicking body.

Gabriel whimpers. Mako groans. He’s leaning forward, pressing Gabriel down into the crates, crushing him into them with his inescapable weight. His stomach has nowhere to go but lie on Gabriel’s back and make him short of breath. His head is starting to pound. His ass is getting spread.

And it’s everything he’s been gagging for for weeks. It’ss the single thing that has kept him from strangling Cassidy and killing Shimada. It’s what he’s been thinking about when Cassidy muttered about him being a cranky piece of shit that needs someone to dick him down good because it’s the goddamn truth and he’s getting it now but his mind and his body aren’t quite on the same page yet.

It’s then that it happens, of course. When Mako mutters about not having enough room and grabs Gabriel’s pants, ripping them with one almighty tug that will leave thick, nasty bruises in the tops of Gabriel’s thick thighs.

He just ripped his pants and he doesn’t care if he fucks Gabriel and leaves him to trudge back to base with his fucking dick out and cum leaking from his ruined asshole. He just doesn’t care and he’s fucking in even deeper and his massive sac is slapping fever hot against the backs of Gabriel’s thighs and his weight is pushing down on him and-

It just happens. He just loses control of his bladder. Just like that. Just that easy. He whines pathetic and high-pitched as the stream erupts from him hot and splattering. The hiss of it leaving his cock is loud and the splatter of it hitting the side of the dusty crate seems even louder.

Hog pauses. Gabriel groans. In his mind’s eye he can perfectly imagine this hulking beast tilting his head to the side and just passively listening to the hot hiss of him pissing himself.

Wetting himself like the most pathetic, yapping little dog to show his submission. To beg for mercy. To try and endear himself to Hog who slowly hooks one meaty hand underneath Gabriel’s knee and starts to make him spread himself open.

The piss is dribbling out, making Gabriel feel even more pathetic and defeated. Thick sausage fingers slide through the mess on his skin and the other laughs. He laughs, wheezing and low and so soft that he can more feel it in his flexing, beer can cock instead of hear it.

“Cute,” Hog mutters. The single word races along Gabriel’s spine. He gasps all wet and humiliated as Hog starts to move again, slow and indulgent; fucking him on just a few inches of cock. Gentle, almost.

“Do it again.”

He shakes his head. Not exactly in denial, though that as well, but he does not think he could. He feels empty except he doesn’t. His belly is full of cock. His head is curiously quiet. All floaty and pathetic.

“Do it again,” Hog demands and fucks him a little harsher and oh… who would have thought that there’s still some piss left in him?

He just whines as he dribbles it out. At some point it turns to him coming on Roadhog’s cock. Just like that. Without warning. Without anything to alert him. It’s almost unsatisfying. Almost.

Hog is petting him, Gabriel realizes dimly.

He’s… oddly cute himself. Fuck.

“Might keep you this time,” he tells him through the cotton between Gabriel’s ears. “Wanted a pet for ages. Keep you stuffed with cock. Watch you piss yourself for me. Kinda funny. Kinda hot.”

Gabriel is kind of sure that he should be mortified at the thought, but he’s still coasting off his orgasm and his cock does twitch all pathetic and hopeful. He turns his head, hiding his face in his bicep, and listens to Mako laugh at him while still fucking him slow and relentless. It’d be a while yet until he flooded his guts with a deluge of cum.

Maybe Gabriel would be able to get it up and come again before the fat bastard did.

And he certainly wouldn’t go along with becoming his pet. Absolutely not.

Absolutely not.

…Right?