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Patreon Compilation – Fic#330 – (Reinhardt/)Gabriel/Torbjörn – micro dick!Gabriel; consensual body shaming – Small Toys 6
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(Reinhardt/)Gabriel/Torbjörn – Torbjörn gets to indulge in Gabriel's body while Reinhardt keeps watch and is very proud...
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Gabriel’s eyes are wide and wild as Torbjörn advances on him. He briefly lets his head fall back to peer up at Reinhardt, getting a reassuring little smile and a huge paw of a hand gently rubbing over his buzzed scalp – then his attention snaps back forward as he feels a strong hand curl around his ankle.
Torbjörn is naked and unashamed for it. He’s braided his beard into a single, thick strand that would reach down to his groin but that he has flicked over one shoulder to let Gabriel look his fill at the short, stocky body.
Right now, Gabriel doesn’t really have it in him to appreciate anything at all as Torbjörn pulls and he’s being dragged down the bed with surprising strength. He yelps as his legs are straightened from their demure curl up his body, a low whine following the sound when he stares at Torbjörn staring at him in turn.
“Well now,” Torbjörn chuckles, his hands big and warm and strong on Gabriel’s ankles, not letting him pull his legs away and up again to shield his micro dick from inspection. His hands twitch and Reinhardt suddenly swoops to grasp him by the wrists.
He’s being stretched out between the two of them; luxuriously beautiful body on display just as much as his pathetically small dick is. Torbjörn shuffles closer; the bed is coming up to his stomach, keeping him basically at a perfect height to just stare to his heart’s content.
“Reinhardt did say that you had a little surprise for me, lad. I did not think it would be this little, though.” He tuts and laughs when Gabriel growls and briefly tries to kick at him. He gives his ankles a warning squeeze, his one eye hard as steel with some softness underneath when he says: “Behave. Little girls with little clitties don’t get to call the shots when real men want to play. Right?”
His gaze briefly flicks up and over Gabriel’s heating face; ostensibly to make sure with Reinhardt that he’s fine with what is happening. What he gets in return must have been favorable because he focuses back on Gabriel and gives his ankles one last squeeze before slowly, carefully opening his hands.
Waiting for the other to make his decision: kick out for him again or…
Gabriel exhales shuddering and long. The humiliation of getting called a ‘little girl’ is sitting deep and hot in his stomach. His cock is growing – but really not by much. Liquid is gathering at the tip, glistening and copious.
“Look at him. Getting all wet for me. Show me your cute clit. Damn, that thing is tiny. Never thought it. You’re built like a tank, and here you go paradin’ the smallest damn dick to mankind around. Here, look at this-”
Torbjörn is pulling himself up on the bed and knee walks forward until he can slap his own hard erection against Gabriel’s abdomen. His cock is proportional to his short, stocky body; not especially long, but thick; staring at it completely dwarfing Gabriel’s short two-incher makes water gather in his mouth. Pathetically enough, it twitches, pre-cum flinging up his tight, trembling abs.
He only realizes that he wants to reach for Torbjörn’s cock when Reinhardt’s hands grow tighter around his wrists; restraining him some more.
Gabriel whines and looks up again, this time not for reassurance from the giant towering behind him and idly rubbing his gargantuan dick against the side of his face, but to ask for permission to touch – which he does not get granted.
Reinhardt just keeps smiling at him, placid and proud; like he just so, so loves showing off his micro dick lover to the world.
Gabriel groans, hips twisting upward, trying to at least get some friction if he’s not allowed to put his hand on Torbjörn’s fat cock and hold it against his clitty for stimulation…
Torbjörn is laughing at him; openly and mockingly. His hands come down to grab Gabriel’s hips, forcing him down into the mattress with an iron strength born of years of hard work – and also his own genius engineering as one is just a prosthetic.
“Calm down. I’ll give you cock soon enough, girlie. Spread those legs and show me your cunt, will you?”
Gabriel does. God, he does because if it’s anything he knows about Torbjörn, it’s that he knows his way around a pussy. He spreads his thickly muscled thighs, then even pulls his knees up toward his chest, just overly helpful in showing Torbjörn exactly where it is that he needs him the most right now.
Torbjörn laughs at him – and so does Reinhardt… and the humiliation creeping through Gabriel’s veins is the most delicious he’s had in a good, long while.
“Honestly was wondering about the two of you,” Torbjörn comments after he gets two thick fingers liberally wet with spit and then pushes them between Gabriel’s cheeks. He zeroes in on his hole with precision, his one eye gleaming as Gabriel stares at him with his mouth dropped open and panting. “You both seem kinda… Alpha in bed, ya know? Doesn’t always work out. Can be pretty hot, though.”
His expression brightens when he feels how wet Gabriel already is. How his hole is butter soft and eagerly sucking his digits in, clearly having been prepared beforehand.
“Played with yourself while your mister was out to secure you cock, huh? Good whore.” He pulls his fingers out while Gabriel groans low and punched out, his head falling back and thumping into Reinhardt’s abdomen. The hot cock of his boyfriend still twitching against his jaw and steadily leaking against his collar bone and shoulder.
His wrists are still in Reinhardt’s grip; a reminder to stay nice and calm for them; but also that he’s not alone. That this isn’t real. It’s play; just like it had been with Cassidy. Slowly introducing cock after cock to his itty bitty clitty so everybody would look at him and know what a tiny pathetic cocklet he really had-
“Well. At least my curiosity has been sated. Can’t do much of Alpha posturing with a clit like that, huh?”
He laughs uproariously and pushes in without fanfare. No careful nudging, no slow thrust seeing if Gabriel needed to get used to the unusual girth of his cock; just him leaning forward with both hands on Gabriel’s tummy, pushing him down as he thrust into him and made him take it.
Gabriel’s mouth drops open, muscles spasming but not protesting against the treatment. It’s harsh and sudden and exactly what he’s been looking for tonight. Torbjörn is thick for his stature but not as thick as Reinhardt is through his sheer towering size. Gabriel is used to these kinds of impossible stretches, but Reinhardt is always so gentle with him.
Well… usually, at least.
“Fuck, this thing is tiny. Think I can make a picture of it for my wife? She hasn’t had a good laugh in a while. Bet she’d be howlin’ with tears if I showed her what a pathetic little dick you’re working with. Any smaller and her clit’d be bigger, you know that?”
Torbjörn doesn’t sound cruel. He sounds amused and like he’s having the time of his life while fucking Gabriel, cock twitching inside the hot sleeve of his body and his one eye glittering with what Gabriel assumes is actually… affection.
He stares up at him, panting, body going tight with the onset of an orgasm. Only his first, he is sure. He never goes with only one; Reinhardt will make sure of that. Torbjörn grins, the expression mostly hidden in his beard, and leans over him, hips pumping faster and harder. He reaches out without Gabriel really realizing until he feels his calloused, thick fingertips carefully pinching his cock. His body jerks, eyes wide as heat crawls through his system.
“Yeah… that’s a damn cute clitty you got there. Really adorable.”
Reinhardt chuckles above him, low and sweet, and it is that, probably, that has Gabriel coming; hot, copious amounts of cum oozing from his dicklet, aided by Torbjörn cooing low and throaty and massaging his little two incher until Gabriel gasps and squirms with overstimulation.
Torbjörn takes his hand away and everything becomes hot and fuzzy around the edges as Gabriel just floats. His legs are drooping and someone, probably Torbjörn, curls their arms around his thighs and settles them around his hips to get him comfortable.
He’s stopped thrusting for now but his erection is still a very prominent presence inside Gabriel’s hot, trembling body, muscles occasionally twitching around him as if they had to make sure he’s still nice and secure.
They’re talking over Gabriel’s head in low voices; first about Gabriel, then starting to go on tangents until the oversensitivity starts to recede and Gabriel begins to squirm again, though this time for a different reason.
Their attention zeroes back in on him, then, Torbjörn’s voice getting that slightly mean edge again; and Gabriel just pants like a dog, eager and pleased by the whole encounter.
Feeling taken care of.
