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Patreon Compilation – Fic#174 – Reaper/Jack/Cole – unofficial part for the Farm AU – werewolves Cole and Gabriel; blindfolding; restraints; Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics – What Happens On The Farm
🕑 Added 2022-03-30 06:00:32 +0000 UTCReaper/Jack/Cole – as stated, an unofficial part for the Farm AU happening on tumblr where it's way down the line and Jack knows about his two farmhands :)
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Someone has put a blindfold over Jack’s eyes and he is pretty sure that it was Gabriel. Cole doesn’t really have the… finesse to think of anything like sensory deprivation – he is usually good with just fucking his dick into Jack until he is sure he’s rearranged all of his insides and the human is just holding on to consciousness by the skin of his teeth…
No, the blindfold must all be Gabriel’s doing, even though both him and Cole are quiet as mice, moving around behind him to get him nice and paranoid, jumping at every creak of his old floor boards and getting primed for the first touch.
When it comes, he nearly bursts out of his skin, goosebumps exploding along his arms and making his nipples tighten into hard, sensitive points. The claws on the end of each thick, sturdy finger are just about digging into his skin – enough to let him know that they are half-transformed but nowhere near drawing any blood.
Gabriel has a tight leash on the both of them: Jack and Cole, that is. He directs their interactions with a tight frown of focus, making sure that the younger wolf doesn’t get too overboard when playing with their prey… and he is just as careful now.
The chains are clinking softly as Jack is allowed to lower himself to the ground, cowering on his own livingroom floor in what has now become a very familiar and comforting position: ass up and ready to take his treat like a good fucking boy.
He’s better trained than most of the dogs he knows…
His arms are lifted just enough to make the position this side of uncomfortable. The contraption is a very rudimentary one: just a chain running over a wheel they attached to the ceiling – but it also doesn’t need much to restrain a weak little human like him. Not when the both of them are massive beasts able to rip him apart at a moment’s notice if they just so desired…
“Tend to him.”
Gabriel’s voice is low and has lost that silky edge it usually has. Now there is a growl in it that has Jack’s testicles drawing up to his body slightly, balls feeling impossibly heavy with how the sensitive skin pulls around his free swinging dick…
There’s shuffling behind him and then Cole’s face suddenly pushed between his cheeks, hard enough to make him feel his sharp teeth pushing against his skin as he opens his mouth nice and wide and drags his tongue across his hole again and again-
Jack can picture it: Gabriel’s big, clawed hand grabbing Cole’s shaggy hair and forcing him down on his knees, then making him stuff his face in Jack’s ass.
It’s not like Cole wouldn’t gladly spend a whole damn day eating Jack out… it’s just that he tends to be a bit slow on the uptake when he’s so damn excited to get his dick wet in their bitch.
Good thing Gabriel is there and always got a cool head. Good thing someone is showing some brains when Jack and Cole so obviously have trouble even remembering their own names when they are horny.
Jack blinks profusely behind the darkness, tears or sweat already starting to soak into the fabric. The forced blindness makes him pay so much more attention to everything Cole does… every flick of his tongue, every soft growl as he pushes in deeper, so damn eager as he tries to lick as deep into Jack’s fucked-out soft hole as he can.
He’s being used so thoroughly on a regular basis… he really doesn’t need the saliva, but it feels so fucking good-
Cole’s mouth suddenly is gone and from the whining growl briefly ripping through the air, Jack can tell that he’s not vacated his place freely.
There’s a small tussle behind him, big bodies just close to wrestling with each other until Gabriel gets out on top. As usual. He’s a harsh boss that doesn’t fuck around which Cole definitely needs.
Doesn’t mean he goes down without a fight every single time, cock out and angry red, wagging desperately in the air as he tries to fight against Gabriel and not be pushed to second place again…
“Still now,” Gabriel growls eventually, voice rougher still. “You’ll get my sloppy seconds as always, pup.”
Jack shudders, hole clenching nice and sensitive, now so cool after he got licked into hot ecstasy before just left to wait, unable to do a damn thing-
Gabriel’s huge hands grab his hips, nails digging into his skin enough to make it dimple and have his fingers curling into his palms, almost cramping with how tense his muscles are getting… desperately anticipating every touch, every sound, every tiny sensation.
Jack’s mouth opens, tongue flopping out as it feels too big for his skull already. He almost expects Cole to be there and give him a sloppy, deep kiss, but nothing of the sort happens.
Instead, he gets a cock at his wet hole, stretching him open gentle yet firm; no hesitation but also no rush as he is filled with dick and held nice and in place with nowhere to go unless he wants to dislocate his shoulders.
He can feel Gabriel looming over him; even bigger than usual as his bones have stretched unnaturally in his in-between state. He can feel the soft, constant growl as much as he can hear it… it is driving him more insane than the cock spreading him open.
That is, until about half-way through the mounting when Gabriel unclenches one hand to instead drag his fingers along Jack’s spine, letting him feel the gentle scratch of his nails and making him shudder and clench down on cock-
It’s the start of the end, it feels like. Where Gabriel has been nice and slow and calm one moment, he suddenly starts to slam into him the next; fucking Jack hard enough to make the chain rattle loudly.
Jack throws his head back, hearing a surprised snort right next to his ear. He hadn’t noticed Cole sneaking close, watching him from a short distance… probably sniffing at him to try and take off the edge of how desperately he wants to breed their bitch up but has to wait.
His skin is prickling with goosebumps again, seemingly not able to calm down when he can’t see what is happening around him.
Gabriel fucks him like a man possessed, every thrust accentuated by a growl as he rams in nice and deep and makes the sound of skin slapping against skin burrow itself into Jack’s brain. He’ll never forget it again. He’ll wake up in the middle of the night, hearing it, hearing his own harsh, desperate breathing as he gets a cock drilled into his belly with the single mindedness of a beast…
“Watch me!”
Gabriel’s voice is barely recognizable; low and rough… almost physically scraping against Jack’s nerve endings.
“Watch how it is done…”
Cole shuffles over, obedient like a pup. There is no way he could start acting up now; the chances that Gabriel might just rip his goddamn head off are too high.
Instead Jack’s hyperactive imagination rears its head, giving him a picture of Gabriel, larger than life, hairy and half-transformed with Cole next to him, watching and drooling as their bitch gets fucked within an inch of his life…
Is he howling or is it Gabriel? He can’t tell anymore. Everything just is so warm and fuzzy in his head. It is almost impossible to have a proper thought when his guts are on fire and his rim is spread wide around what might become a knot… or not… depends on how well Gabriel can keep himself in check.
He hopes he’ll lose patience and just transform already. He wants to feel the hot puffs of breath on the back of his neck and the scratch of his nails as he scrabbles to get a better hold of him. Trying to immobilize him even more even though he can barely move a muscle right now anyway…
He is slamming into him in a mind bending rhythm; fast and hard and pressing more and more weird noises out of his body the longer he goes… Jack curls his fingers around the chain, holding on for dear life while his blindfold is soaking with sweat and tears of overstimulation.
How is it that he can never get used to how these two fuck him? How is it that every time they bring him to the brink and make him feel like his cock is about to burst, swinging fat and heavy between his thighs and dripping pre-cum nice and infuriatingly slow…
Not that anybody is asking him about his opinion. Right now he’s just a cum bucket; an object there so Gabriel can teach Cole yet again how to properly fuck a bitch.
Mostly because he enjoys showing off his dominance, of course…
Jack isn’t complaining. He doesn’t give a single flying fuck. He wants to be a cum bucket. He wants to be pushed into the dusty ground and fucked in the middle of the day because their balls feel too fucking full and they need to rub one out in a willing, warm hole.
He loves being their bitch. Wouldn’t change it for the world.
This is just perfect.
