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September 2023 Drabble #1
🕑 Added 2023-09-08 06:58:54 +0000 UTCReaper/Soldier76 – cockwarming as a power move; exhibitionism; voyeurism – Talon is winning and Reaper is about to smear it into Overwatch's face.
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There’s a heavy knock on the door. It’s loud and foreboding.
Reaper can feel his pet tensing up but a firm hand on the back of his neck – and claws digging threateningly into his skin – have him slowly relax once more.
The guard on the other side does not need his permission. This whole scenario has been planned perfectly. It’s a show of power above anything else. Him, sitting on what amounts to be a throne, their old friend busy at his feet.
The doors open and the first prisoner is wrestled in. One after the other they are led into Reaper’s domain, their faces pale but angry as they keep struggling against their shackles.
Futile.
A hush goes through their ranks as the first notice their old comrade cowering between Reaper’s lazily spread thighs. Their struggles become less and less until they just let themselves get led into a nice line in front of Reaper’s throne, their eyes looking like they are about to pop out of their skulls.
“Finally… a family reunion,” Reaper says gravely. He lets go of the back of Jack’s neck and instead slowly pets across his white, receding hair as if he were a pet.
Well… he is. A very special one. He can feel his throat spasming around his cock. He tries to growl but can’t do much when he’s choking on dick. The ring gag makes sure he can’t do any damage to his master.
“Jack! We have been looking for you!” The giant exclaims. His one good eye is huge, mouth working even without any words coming out. Does it hurt him the most? To see his old, old friend reduced to nothing but a cockwarmer?
Reaper hopes so. He grins beneath his mask.
“You will excuse my pet. He can’t talk as he has his mouth full and a duty to fulfill.”
“That’s… that’s disgusting! What are you doing?! How long-” The young girl cuts her self off. She suddenly bursts out into a flurry of motion. She is kicking at the handler behind her, trying to wrench herself out of his grip despite the shackles holding her arms behind her back – much like Jack’s are held behind his.
Had she been anything but a dainty little lass, she might have gotten away with it. But as it is, it is only too easy for her handler to subdue her once more, forcing her to kneel on the ground between two of her friends.
“Hmm… amusing. But Futile,” Reaper finally comments. “You all have questions and concerns. I can see that. We can talk… I am no monster. But I require your cooperation. If you people remain nice and civil-” he grins beneath his mask, fingers curling into Jack’s hair to slowly pump his head up and down with the grip he has on him, “-I might be compelled into talking to you.
…It’s your choice.”
