2nd Drabble of September 2019 (Patreon)

“Ok. Ok ok ok. Ladies. Calm down. I said shut the hell up!”

The tittering and talking finally starts to die down some. They are all ringing their victim, and Jesse looks afraid and turned on, kneeling on the floor and having to look up at them. His shirt is already open, showing off a hairy front, belly a bit soft and rounding over the heavy belt buckle.

Sombra is standing right in front of him, slowly tapping one very long, very sharp looking nail against her bottom lip.

“How ‘bout we get to the main event right now? Come on, McCree. Get your dick out.”

“We should have made him wait longer,” Mercy pitches in softly, but it’s also no objection to McCree reaching for his belt and opening it. His ears just about poke out of his unruly hair and look a dark red despite the usual bravado he puts up.

In the midst of all his coworkers he has become very quiet and obedient, though.

They collectively seem to hold their breath when he reaches into the front of his shorts and carefully fishes his dick out. He just lets it hang there, drooping under its own weight, ruddy red with fat veins running along the shaft and the tip hidden in a long, silky looking foreskin.

They can feel a stab of lust that seems to hit them right deep in their tummies to feel that monster ramming up between their thighs, but they all keep their cool – except for Mei who makes a soft woah sound that is immediately swallowed when Brigitte nudges her elbow into her side.

She immediately presses her lips together, obediently trying to look angry, but she doesn’t really have it in herself. Sombra rolls her eyes and takes the reins back.

“You’re so fucking useless, McCree.” He flinches a bit, his cheeks above the scruff of his beard becoming a bit darker as he glances up at Sombra with glassy brown eyes. His big cock does a slight flex, leaving a bit of a wet smear against the fabric of his jeans. “What are we supposed to do with that thing?”

Sombra extends one leg and nudges her toes beneath the shaft. It is heavy and warm and she has to breathe through to center herself and not do the same mistake as Mei had done.

Jesse’s hands are at his sides, obediently not touching like they’ve told him earlier. He does not answer, so she presses her toes against the side of his cock now, crushing it very gently against the inside of his thigh. Still, he pulls in the air sharply. He’s never played like this before, and she can see him carefully flex his fingers.

“I asked you a question, McCree,” she says with a mean edge to her voice. “Or is there too little blood in your brain left? Everything sagged down into that… thing?”

McCree looks up at them like a kicked puppy, his cheeks becoming, if possible, even darker with his flush. He tries to speak but his voice cracks. He has to clear his throat and then says slowly: “I… uh… Play… with it?”

Sombra snorts and Pharah makes another rude sound, crossing her arms over her chest and staring down at McCree like he is a cockroach. Sombra can feel his cock trying to flex again beneath the press of her toes.

“That thing is as useless as you, McCree. Nobody would want to play with it.”