1st Drabble of September 2019 (Patreon)
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“Oh my God what the fuck is that? Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?”
Reinhardt looks startled. He’s a big fucking guy but right now he looks like a deer caught in the headlights; all wide eyed and with his mouth falling slowly open. He’s probably had every kind of reaction whipping out his cock but that one he hasn’t been expecting, that much is obvious.
His big hands slowly drift to cover himself up and Reyes’ brows become even more thunderous.
“Hands to the sides!” he snaps and Reinhardt follows along like a little boy that got caught trying to steal from the cookie jar.
There’s another voice drawling behind Reyes: “Thighs apart. Lemme see what ye’re sportin’.”
Reinhardt blinks profusely and stares up at the second face appearing just behind Reyes’ shoulder. It’s McCree.
It’s pretty intimidating kneeling in front of two of Blackwatch’s finest, but he can’t help but obey.
They look… unimpressed. Maybe even disgusted. His heart is galloping in his chest, blood rushing in his ears. He feels a bit faint and looks it too, maybe, because Reyes rolls his eyes.
He extends one foot and nudges the steel cap of his boot against the big cock lying half-hard against one of Reinhardt’s thighs.
“Disgusting. Can that thing even get hard?”
He blindly reaches behind him and clamps a hand around Jesse’s neck, dragging him next to them as he does not like having someone breathe down his neck.
Reinhardt is flushing an alarming shade of red. He’s obviously pictured this all to go different. Reyes does not blame him; Jesse had been quite the same until he’s trained him.
“I don’t know what you think you’re going to do with that… thing… but I sure as hell won’t touch that with a ten-foot-pole.” He slightly shakes McCree with the grip he has on his neck. “Do you wanna play with that monster?”
McCree is always up to play with anything and everything, but he wisely shakes his head. His shit-eating grin from earlier has been replaced quickly with a hanged puppy-dog look. He’s thought he was going to get to play bad cop with Reyes but has realized he should have just stayed back and jerk off quietly.
Reyes sneers at him and pushes him away to the side, focusing back on Reinhardt whose eyes are looking suspiciously wet. Like he’s going to cry any minute now. His cock, still lying heavy across the steel tip of Reyes’ boot, has filled out more with blood, though. Reyes is not sure whether he’s a freak that gets off on the humiliation or whether he just likes getting his monster cock touched.
“I tell you how this is going to go down,” he tells him calmly. He moves his boot as he talks, slightly bouncing the tip to make the fat cock bounce with it. He makes sure to pull his mouth into a disgusted grimace. Reinhardt at least has the decency to look down and be ashamed.
“I’ll fuck you and you say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ like a good boy. And nobody is going to pay attention to that… thing.”