Patreon Compilation – Fic#291 – Gabriel/ugly bastard; (Gabriel/Cassidy) – honeypot mission; voyeurism – Sweet Summer 2 (Patreon)

Gabriel/ugly bastard – The honeypot mission has progressed to the height of the mission but neither Gabriel nor Cole are really thinking about getting information out of the suspect...

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Part 2 (This Part)

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“Damn, baby… you look so good like that… come, let me top off your drink some more before we get to the main part, hmn, beautiful?”

Cole is staring so hard at the picture of their target that his eyes are starting to water. It’s a business-type looking guy, so thin that it feels painful and with teeth that look too big for his damn mouth. Wouldn’t be a problem right now if Cole were there to smash his fist into his face and knock them all out in one fell swoop.

Trying to imagine this guy hanging over Reyes’ ass like an ape to rabbit fuck his meaty hole is giving him the start of a migraine. He can’t believe that someone dares to talk to the boss like that. Like he was nothing but a dumb bimbo.

It’s a testament to Reyes’ acting skills, he supposes. That he managed not to ping like the Apex Predator that he is on this idiot’s radar.

“Hmmm I think I’ve had enough,” Reyes’ voice purrs into Cole’s ear. His heart pumps faster. His knee starts bouncing as he stares at the dark screen of his laptop. A camera feed to the good stuff is just a click away but he doesn’t know if he’s brave enough to do it.

“What do you mean, babe? We’ve just… oh-”

Cole presses a hand over his eyes and clicks the button. He just can’t help it. Not when their target sounds like he’s choking on his own goddamn tongue.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he whispers softly under his breath as he peers out between his fingers to see Reyes lying on a bed, his fat… his massive, fat, glorious ass… thrust in the air. The video feed is not good enough to see whether he is wearing that pair of tiny speedos again. Well… a different one. The first one kind of… disintegrated during that first painfully hot pool day.

His knee is still bouncing. The second one joins in as he leans closer, staring at the screen with watering eyes and watching that scrawny rat of a man getting into position behind Reyes, still trying to sweet talk him when there’s a perfectly fat, juicy cunt practically begging for him. For his cock.

His stupidly long dick that Cole hates because he wants him to be as underwhelming there as he is everywhere else. He wants him to be the worst fuck Reyes has ever had. he wants him to be so goddamn bad that Reyes comes crawling into the other room where Cole is sitting and present him with his creamed up cunt so he can put out the fire that their target will have unleashed in his belly-

fuck Reyes really… fuck he’s really good at this kind of stuff. Better than Cole ever would have been, that’s for sure. He’s been so pissed off at first for not being chosen as the main actor in the mission but he has to admit he would never have been able to pull this much gusto off in his moan upon that first push inside.

He sounds like he… like he really needed it. Like he desperately needed a dick to come and rearrange his insides because he hasn’t had any in months. Something like that. Which… ouch?! Cole had tongue fucked him to orgasm literally two days ago and he has the gumption to sound like he’s about to drool for this scrawny bastard’s dick like a-

“Fuck… fuck, fuck fuck, babe, your pussy-”

Cole is about to bite through his tongue, his fingers shaking as he attempts to zoom in closer. He needs to see how that cock is spreading Reyes’ plump rim open. He needs to observe how his hardass no-nonsense boss goes cunt up and face down for his job and whimpers like a slut while he’s at it.

His voice will haunt Cole for weeks, he already knows it. He won’t be able to look at Reyes ever again without his dick getting wet in puppy eagerness. It certainly doesn’t help that once their target gets his shit together, he starts to fuck him just like Cole had imagined he might.

His long, large hands grab Reyes’ hips, fingers digging into the meat, and his hips pumping in a fast staccato rhythm that must feel more like a spanking than a fucking at that point.

Reyes’ ass jiggles so hard that the tremors reach down into his thickly muscled thighs. It looks like it won’t stop moving for a couple minutes after the last thrust. Cole’s mouth goes dry like a damn desert, his hand thrusting into his underwear to fist his cock in a stranglehold.

He wishes he could zoom in until he sees the way Reyes’ rim is stretched around that cock. How pouty it would look, swollen and slutty and taking him like a damn champ. Cole has no idea who fucks the boss on the regular to have given him such a cock sucking cunt but he knows that he will have to find out so he can give them a whole bunch of money and kiss their face.

Or maybe Reyes just loves dicking himself with various toys? He doesn’t fucking know. Anything seems possible at that point, though the thought of Reyes ass up and face down in his bedroom in the base while grunt fucking himself with a nice fat cock is making Cole feel like he’s about to have an aneurysm.

“H-Harder- give it to me harder.”

Cole won’t ever be able to unhear that whine in that voice ever again. His cock flexes in his palm and a generous amount of pre-cum starts to drip over his knuckles and soak into the fabric of his ratty shorts stretched across the swollen glans. His eyes are burning but he can’t make himself blink because then he’d miss a split second of Gabriel Motherfucking Reyes whining like a cockhound and thrusting his massive ass back to get a harder dicking by John from FUCKING accounting.

Do they even have the correct target? This feels wrong. This feels like they fucked up somewhere along the lines and Reyes is getting dicked down by a goddamn nobody that is frothing at the mouth and looking like he’s about to have a heart attack from being allowed to get his dick anywhere near this absolute vision of a man.

Except that Reyes doesn’t do mistakes. It had been him that had been pretty much doing all the info gathering on this job with Cole having been his bitch servant yet again, getting sent to various locales to pick up missives and scout out informants and…

“Ah oh fffuuck-” That whine is going to kill Cassidy. It’s going to haunt him and make him go stupid at the most inopportune moment. He’s going to think of it and maybe start humping Reyes’ leg or some shit and that is how he’s going to go down-

“Damn babe… call me daddy, go on-”

Or John-from-accounting is going to do the deed. Cole’s mouth drops open. He stares at the video feed, his wrist cramping as he jerks his cock like he tries to pull the skin off of it. He stops to breathe because he’s afraid not to properly hear what Reyes is going to do.

He sees him turn his head, the expression on his face absolutely priceless. For a second he looks so very much like he usually does; that hardass commander expression that Cole has seen all too many times when he’s said something profoundly stupid and Reyes probably goes through the five stages of grief in the span of two seconds.

His dark eyes flick up to where he knows the camera is hidden. Cassidy and Reyes stare directly at each other for an electric second before Reyes turns his head again and plays at hiding it in his stacked arms before he does as that fucker said and whimpers: “Please fuck me good, daddy.”

He doesn’t stop there, though. He just keeps going; maybe because he’s afraid the bastard will ask more of him. Or maybe because he just wants to kill Cole in the other room.

“Best cock I’ve had in months. You dick me so well; my last one couldn’t really satisfy me. Big dicked idiot who didn’t know how to nail me where I needed it so badly.”

Cole is… Cole is getting cucked by his fat assed boss. During working hours no less. He’s getting cucked and ridiculed and all he can think of is about how he wants to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ like a good boy.

He presses a palm over his mouth, gasping his little moans right into his hand so he wouldn’t get too loud and alert their target to his position in the very next room. His cock is a burning, throbbing line of need in his desperately clenched fist. It’s nothing compared to Reyes fat, jiggly ass wrapped around it but it will have to do.

Maybe once their target has shot his load and is out of that room, Cole can get over to get the sloppy seconds. It doesn’t matter how mean Reyes talks about him right now. It really doesn’t. In fact… it only gets him hotter to prove that his dick game is good. He deserves a second chance.

Please, boss.