Patreon Compilation – Fic#273 – Reinhardt/Cassidy – DARK fic; corrupted/brainwashed Reinhardt; established background Hanzo/Cassidy – Let Grief Consume You 2 (Patreon)

Reinhardt/Cassidy – Reinhardt finally plays with his victim... it is even sweeter than he could have imagined.

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Reinhardt is larger and stronger than Cassidy. While the cowboy is a muscular man in his own right, there is little for him to do against getting manhandled by his opponent as he already has given himself over into his clutches.

Reinhardt also doesn’t hesitate to hurt him. When Cassidy does not want to quiet down quick enough, he swings one of his meaty fists which connects with the side of his victim’s skull.

He can hear the low oof as the breath is rushing out of Cole, his body briefly sagging like a puppet with its strings cut.

Reinhardt roots around his pocket while crushing Cassidy to his side, keeping his arms pinned so he can’t struggle all that much anymore.

He pulls out the remote he finds in there and presses buttons. The screen he had been watching on prior to Cassidy coming into his cell lowers itself once more. He can already feel his dick getting wet at the mere thought of Cassidy reliving his anguish.

It’s nice and slimy in his pants, his foreskin long since rolled back over his glans, leaving him nice and sensitive.

“This is going to be fun,” he murmurs softly while Cassidy can only groan, a long string of bloody drool dripping to the ground. That is hot too… but Reinhardt loves mental torment even more than physical one… and he’ll be getting plenty of both tonight.

.o.

Cassidy is breathing fast and wet. Every now and then he grunts, fighting against the giant pinning him down onto the rickety little bed, fucking his fat erection against his heaving stomach while in the background they can hear the soft, laborious breathing of his lover.

Cassidy hadn’t known about that aspect of the whole tragedy. He hadn’t known that his sweetheart had been nice and awake for the realization of his situation to settle in. Reinhardt has put his arms up into shackles and his hand around his throat, squeezing enough to feel the air rushing against his palm with whistling, laborious breaths. He stares down at Cassidy, eager to drink in every aspect of his pain.

The way he tries neither to listen nor to watch but can’t help but do both. How his eyes keep moving to the side, to the shoddy picture on the screen showing the side of Shimada’s face and a whole lot of blood all around him as he’s pinned beneath the rubble.

He looks pale with shock and bloodloss, his eyes huge and dark. One can see him physically fight to stay alive and losing that fight rapidly.

His breathing is even louder for now than Cole’s is, though Reinhardt will change that soon. As Cassidy is occupied with trying but not managing not to look at his lover’s demise, Reinhardt has enough time to get his dick out and take some of the edge off by fucking it against the hairy belly of his victim.

He can feel the pleasure curling low in his stomach and practically wrapping around the base of his cock. He keeps waiting for the moment that Shimada will finally speak. He is half-tempted to fast forward, but he likes the organic feel of the whole situation.

Still, he is just a man. Just a man with just a hole right there for the taking. He rips Cassidy’s pants down. The cowboy’s legs twitch pathetically. His eyes finally roll back to Reinhardt’s, his bloody lips moving but barely a word coming out past the chokehold his captor has on him.

“I don’t believe you understand how furiously horny this makes me,” Reinhardt croons at him, voice low and intimate like it has never been during his exuberant puppy days in Overwatch. Before Talon has shown him the pleasure.

“Seeing you bloody and beat down. Seeing your eyes fill with tears once I start fucking into the tight, desperate clutch of your body. You can’t believe how hot I am to see your anguish when-”

“C-Cole.”

The voice coming from overhead has Reinhardt pause, a wide grin starting to spread on his features. Beneath the blood crusting on Cassidy’s face, his skin takes on a waxy, pale hue. His mouth goes slack and his head slowly turns as if against his own will, staring at the screen where his lover is laying broken down and barely alive.

“C-C-Cole,” Hanzo gets out, voice broken on tears that are invisible in the mess that his face has become. Mixing with all the blood that he seems to be drenched with. “Please… I need… I need assistance-”

His voice is weak and gurgling. Reinhardt’s cock surges, the pleasure spearing through his body impossible to deny. He stares down at Cassidy’s face, waiting for him to break.

His lips are trembling. Reinhardt wishes he could distill his pain into a fine wine that he can sip on whenever the need arises. But as it is… if he does not kill his pet, he can have this any time he wishes for anyway. He can play the demise of his sweetheart on loop until the fight completely is snuffed out of Cassidy and he has become numb to the pain.

And then he can go and find something new to torment him with. Capture one of his little friends and have him watch as he rips them limb from limb, maybe-

Reinhardt feels on a hair trigger as he guides his swollen cock toward Cassidy’s hairy hole. The other doesn’t even realize what is going on, too occupied with what he is seeing on the screen – but that quickly changes once Reinhardt begins to push.

Can’t ignore a fat dick trying to cram itself dry into your pussy.

Cassidy’s face twists in a new kind of pain. Reinhardt almost pisses himself with eagerness. He’s felt lust in the past months with Talon… but nothing could be compared to what he is experiencing now. Having an old team mate at his mercy is a special kind of pleasure that has him in a chokehold; and feeling Cole trying so desperately to fight him off is just the cherry on top of this delicious cake Talon has offered up to him today.

The shackles are doing their work to keep Cassidy’s arms out of the way but it itches in Reinhardt’s fingertips to break them anyway. Not yet… Not yet. But another time for sure. He doesn’t believe that the Cowboy will give in to his new purpose any time soon. He hopes he won’t give in. It’s most delicious when they still fight and still have so much desperation and sadness in them to give.

He grunts loud and triumphant when he fucks foward and into Cassidy’s reluctantly yielding body. It is not like he could keep him out of the clutch of his cunt. He cries out, eyes wide and shocked. He’s probably never felt his pussy getting forcibly ripped open by a dick the size of his forearm.

Reinhardt’s cock flexes desperately. He is short of breath, feeling himself dribbling into the clutching, fever hot insides of his fuck puppet.

He tries to remain as quiet as possible so they can thoroughly enjoy the wet, gurgling breathing over the speakers.

“Listen,” he whispers. “Listen right now-” The wet breathing stutters, then stops abruptly. Reinhardt pumps his hips into Cassidy, crushing the cowboy’s soft cock with his own hips in an effort to ram himself even deeper into his guts. “There. He died right there for a minute or so. Can you hear it?”

Cassidy is finally crying. Full on, tears-dripping down the corners of his eyes, teeth digging into his bottom-lip crying. Reinhardt is losing his mind. He is absolutely losing his goddamn mind. In this moment he would fall to his knees and kiss the feet of whoever Talon executive managed to get him this eclectic combination of delight.

Through the speakers, Shimada breathes again suddenly; rattling and heavy. It is clear that he won’t make it much longer and buried beneath the rubble as he is, there is little to no chance for his survival.

Cassidy is staring at Reinhardt but his eyes are wide and blank, like he is not quite seeing him. What is giving him more pain in that moment? Getting his asshole ripped open and his insides rearranged by Reinhardt’s cock, or knowing that his lover is dead, left to pitifully crushed underneath a building, whining for his lover but having to die completely and utterly alone.

Reinhardt’s eyes roll up into his skull. He comes as fast and premature as a schoolboy; but that’s alright. It’s the best orgasm he’s had in his life. He might just be so excited he starts pissing into Cassidy, though he is not quite sure with everything that is going on.

It’s not like he can’t do this again just a few minutes later. All he needs is a breather so he can get it up again and ram back into the bloody hole he’s left between the cowboy’s thighs.

He can just turn on the video of Shimada’s death again. Let Cassidy enjoy it from the very top just like Reinhardt is enjoying his toy and his delicious, bone deep desperation.