Patreon Compilation – Fic#288 – Genji/OC; (Soldier76/OC) – Voyeurism/exhibitionism; himbo character – Testing Boundaries 8 (Patreon)

Genji/OC; (Soldier76/OC) – Genji catches Sonny (and Jack) working out in the gym and gets very excited about Sonny's attire and the opportunity to be a menace...

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Part 1 (Patreon Link)

Part 2 (Patreon Link)

Part 3 (Patreon Link)

Part 4 (Patreon Link)

Part 5 (Patreon Link)

Part 6 (Patreon Link - timeline-wise the first part)

Part 7 (Patreon Link)

Part 8 (This Part)

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“Oh shit, Sonny- I finally catch you working out and you do it in that get-up? That’s awesome!”

Jack’s eyes narrow at Genji. The speed at which he uses his own machine slows down as he watches the cyborg almost skipping his way toward Sonny who is standing right across from Jack, using some weights and doing some squats.

It has been the perfect position to watch his boy; Jack has been sporting a pretty impressive hardon for the past half hour and is already fantasizing about fucking Sonny’s fat ass in the showers later. Or maybe he’ll just accost him against the line of mirrors so he can raw dog him while he’s still sweaty and out of breath…

Until their peaceful quiet got disrupted by Genji, that is. Shimada isn’t wearing most of his armor, having opted to take off the pieces that he can take away and put on some loose workout clothes. His visor is gone, showing off the radiant smile on his face and how his scarred cheeks are already flushing an eager pink as he comes to a halt next to Sonny.

Sonny, ever the oblivious himbo, smiles at Genji with mild confusion. “I… uh? What’s wrong with my get-up?”

He looks down at himself. There’s not much to see, honestly – just like Jack likes it. He’s not wearing a shirt and just a tiny pair of shorts that is fighting for its damn life, riding up into the crack of his fat ass so deep that Jack thinks he can sometimes see the outline of his boy’s pouty hole through the fabric.

He’s already planned to tell Sonny to forego underwear next time just so he’d be able to see his junk falling out from one leg hole while he did his workout routine…

“Nothing! Nothing! You look fucking bomb, dude.” Genji is not looking into Sonny’s eyes as he speaks. He’s instead staring at the other’s meaty chest and the way his pecs bounce whenever he absentmindedly lifts a weight and flexes his muscles.

“I’ve wanted to work out with you for ages! Have you been going for long already?”

Shimada isn’t paying Jack any attention. The way he is staring at Sonny, all but salivating, looks like he hasn’t even noticed that there is another person in the room with them; though Jack does not think it would stop him even if he did realize that Jack was there, watching his every move as he moons over his slut.

Sonny is just smiling, slowly standing up straighter. He’s a good head taller than Genji. “Oh, I don’t think that long. Maybe… 45 minutes? Jack? We’ve been here for that long, right?”

The young men turn toward him. The way Shimada is blinking rapidly confirms his suspicions from before.

He vaguely grunts in the affirmative, staring Genji down with a glare. The meaning is clear… but it does not seem to affect Shimada much.

Of course it doesn’t. He’s always been a damn menace.

Genji turns back to Sonny, reaching out and grabbing him by one meaty bicep. He visibly digs his fingers into the flesh just to feel him up.

Jack sucks on his teeth but he remains quiet, slowly stopping his own workout completely and just sitting there, elbows planted on his knees, watching what is going down in front of him as the two young men talk animatedly.

Shimada can’t keep his hands off of Sonny. He keeps petting him and squeezing him and eventually even steps behind him, slotting his front against Sonny’s back, babbling something about how insane their size difference was.

Sonny just takes it all, unperturbed about any of it, not realizing what is going on or willfully not commenting on it. Jack is sometimes unsure about what is going on in that little bimbo brain of his. What he does know is that Genji is doing it on purpose. He is showing off and trying to push Jack’s buttons, which he spectacularly does… though maybe not in the way he had hoped to.

Because those two look good together, and while Jack is insanely jealous, he can’t deny that it gets his dick wet just watching Genji low-key hump Sonny’s fat ass without Sonny even realizing that it is happening.

“Hey, why don’t you show me your form when you squat? Maybe I can give you some pointers.”

Genji’s voice has gone a bit rough and metallic sounding. He’s just as turned on as Jack is, that is blatantly obvious. He doesn’t know if Sonny has noticed, but the slut nods eagerly enough and starts to get back into position without a fuss.

“Yeah, sure! That would be a big help – thanks!”

Jack grits his teeth until his jaw starts aching just so he wouldn’t get up and interfere with the sultry little game Genji is playing. The bastard is trying to get a rise out of Jack, that much is obvious. Is he aware that he’s already getting one, albeit of a wholly different caliber?

Genji is just as much of a slut as Sonny is. A different flavor, sure, but just as much of a dumb slut that’s always out to get his holes stuffed with cock. Jack got enough to go around for a whole slew of bimbos.

He slowly reaches for his cock, gripping himself through his sweats as he watches Sonny once again squat down and Shimada nearly choking on his own tongue when he gets that same view Jack has had for the past half hour or so: Sonny’s tight little shorts going all but see-through as they fight for their life, stretching across his massive ass and molding to his crack.

“Damn…” The soft curse sounds a little static as it floats over to Jack.

He grins shakily but is mostly focused on staying right where he is. The jealousy is burning through him and eating him up from inside. He wants to be the one standing behind Sonny and getting his meaty cheeks bumping into his cock whenever he stands up. He wants to be the one so close he can smell the sweat on the darling boy.

He wants to be the one there, grabbing Shimada by the back of the head and forcing him down to his knees to finally teach him a goddamned lesson.

Alas, he is a few meters behind them, doomed to watch as Shimada simpers something inane about Sonny’s form and, because he has no impulse control, grabs his cheeks with both hands once he stands back up again.

Sonny makes a soft little squeaking sound, turning his head to look at Genji with confusion – but Genji is not paying any attention to him. He is looking at Jack through the mirror, his chin shoved forward in defiance; like he is challenging him to say or do anything about Genji molesting his boyfriend right in front of his nose.

Jack narrows his eyes slightly, a thin grin twisting the corners of his mouth upward.

It is disconcerting for Genji to see, that much is obvious.

“Um… Genji? What are you doing?”

Shimada blinks a few times, putting his head back in the game and finally paying attention to Sonny. “What? Oh! Yeah… I was just wondering! Your ass is so soft still but you’re working out so hard! I’m kind of jealous. I wish I had a fat ass like you.”

Sonny blinks slowly. He turns back to the front, staring at their reflections in the mirror. Jack can see his face starting to get pink as he finally seems to recognize the energy in the room and, without a fail, starts to get turned on.

“You do?”

“Yeah! Absolutely! …Fuck.” Genji has kept kneading Sonny’s ass, his hand slipping now between the cheeks, apparently just to see how it gets practically swallowed up between them.

Sonny is still standing with his feet planted far apart for his squats and Jack does not think that he plans on moving any time soon… especially when Shimada starts rubbing his hole through the thin fabric of his tight workout shorts.

“Holy shit,” Shimada whines in much the same cadence that Sonny does at the feeling.

Sonny is leaning forward, thrusting his ass out a little and offering himself up. Of course he is… the absolute whore. He’d just let himself get molested right in front of Jack.

Jack who is feeling like he is losing his damn mind watching these two bottom sluts be naughty with each other. Genji might like to pretend, but he is no top. He’s no suave motherfucker that deep dicks thick twinks like Sonny.

No… he is just as much of a whore that loves to spread his legs – and Jack will make sure that he’s put into his place one of these days. He can’t fucking wait.

Until then, Athena is being a cockblock, breaking the whole thing up before it has had time to properly start.

“Agents Shimada and Morrison – your presence is required in Winston’s laboratory. An urgent matter has come up.”

Jack grins again, sharp and without much joy. He stands up, shameless of the fat erection he is sporting and the wet spot forming on his grey sweats. He stares Shimada down, his grin widening just a little.

Shimada looks nervous and horny.

He should be both.