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Patreon Compilation – Fic #10 – Lúcio/Zenyatta/Soldier76 – coercion; dub-con – Hear Not, See Not
🕑 Added 2019-02-06 10:00:01 +0000 UTC(Continuation of 7th Batch, 3rd Fill. Link (AO3))
Jack has left the room only for a few minutes in search for some more lube but when he comes back he is treated to the sight of Zenyatta deep in Lúcio’s ass.
He halts at the door, watching the twitch of Zenyatta’s soft, round eyebrows over the swell of Lúcio’s ass. When he’s looked his fill – and is suitably sure the little slut has snaked his tongue as deep into his friend as he can – he lets his gaze wander down to where Lúcio has one hand across his mouth, trying to stifle his hot little mewls.
“Enjoying yourselves?” he finally says and both freeze, glancing up at him without slipping out of their poses. They look visibly embarrassed – but not enough so to stop being whores.
Jack sneers and walks closer, snagging a chair from his desk as he walks past, dragging it with him. He lifts the lube and waggles it in his fingers, watching their eyes follow the motion.
Finally, Zenyatta has the decency to pull back, his little pink tongue licking at his plump lips like he’s eaten a peach and not his little friend’s ass. Jack throws the lube towards them and it lands at Lúcio’s elbow.
He sits down on the chair he dragged after himself and sits down, lifting his eyebrows at them. His half-hard cock – all excitement from just thinking about playing with the boys – had gone down during his search for some slick, but now it starts to get interested again. He likes it when they are enthusiastic about fucking… not that those two little harlots ever were not ready to play with cock – though Jack is not quite sure what they get out of playing with each other’s little dicks when they can have a real man.
He flaps a hand in there direction.
“Go on. You can play around while I get going again, I suppose…” He lifts his ass, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his boxers which he pushes down until they pool around his ankles. His cock is lying half-hard against his thigh but when Zenyatta hums and reaches for the lube it flexes lazily.
Jack curls one big fist around it and plays with the foreskin while Zenyatta puts his head on Lúcio’s ass like a sleepy kitten and watches him with enigmatic eyes that are way too intelligent for Jack’s liking.
He is never sure what goes on in that smooth head of his, but right now it seems to be only mischief because his plump lips curl into a secret little close-mouthed smile before he murmurs: “I just need to prepare him for your…” Zenyatta’s eyes slowly slide down, watching Jack strangle his dick, then looks back up into his faded blue eyes, “cock.”
It is a shock, for some reason, to hear Zenyatta’s smooth, well-modulated voice say something so… crude. Jack does not want to appear as flustered as he feels so he only grunts, sliding a bit deeper into his chair, legs spreading to give his balls more room.
“He’s not as used to taking anything much, to be exact…”
And Jack wants to butt in; grin like an asshole and comment “Yeah? You the little lady in the relationship, then?” but he is interrupted by Lúcio’s soft groan – more a whine, really.
He is easily distracted from being a full blown bastard these days, it seems.
When Jack pays Lúcio attention – mean grin sliding off of his face in the process – his gentle brown eyes are peeking at him as well, staring at the flushed tip of his cock whenever Jack pulls his foreskin back enough to show it off.
He licks his lips, the little slut. He looks entranced by the sight; like he’s surprised all over again at just how big and meaty Jack’s cock is.
They’ve been so dismayed and reluctant the first time he’s made them perform for him but by now they can’t hide how much they want his dick; how they are so very obviously thinking about it as often as possible-
Jack grins. He feels cocksure again; any feathers that had been ruffled smoothed out once more by the subservience of his boys.
His voice, when he speaks, is throaty and grating with arousal: “Go on then. Make sure he’s prepared to take me. I don’t want to hear any whining.”
There is still whining, of course, when Lúcio tries to fit the big ruddy dick into that sweet little snatch he has, but Jack isn’t in a position to reprimand them as he tries to breathe through the feeling of the velvety heat engulfing his dick – all the while he has a view of Zenyatta’s ass, the slim cheeks spread enough to give him a view of his hole and the swing of his shockingly smooth balls below.
Jack feels off kilter; like the two have taken the reigns from him without him really noticing. He grabs at Zenyatta’s smooth, long thighs. He can feel the strength of the muscles beneath the skin. He tries to move him from where he’s straddling his chest, but Zenyatta stays firm.
The boys have crawled all over him like kittens in heat after Jack ushered them to the side to lie down on his unmade bed, and now it seems like Jack can’t do anything but lie there and have them play on him.
Zenyatta’s knees are clenched around his ribcage, just this side of uncomfortable, and every time he tries to twist out from under them, they squeeze down hard enough to make it hurt.
Around the very tip of his cock, he can feel Lúcio’s hole, silky and trembling, clenching down on him warm and inviting as the boy tries so very hard to stuff more of it inside his warm body.
Jack wants to usher things along and rudely fuck upwards; grab at his hips and push him down so he can deep dick Lúcio’s barely used snatch and mold it after the shape of his cock, but there are hands on his hips that keep him firmly pinned down.
He growls softly, frustrated, but it quiets down quickly when he hears soft smacking sounds from above. Craning his head to the side Jack realizes that the two sluts have started making out; kissing gently and sucking on each other’s little tongues while Zenyatta’s long fingered hands are on Lúcio’s shoulders, urging him down to sit on Jack’s big dick.
The sudden realization that they are ignoring him and using him like some kind of sex toy leaves him stunned enough that he doesn’t even move when Lúcio’s restricting hands fly up and instead curl around Zenyatta’s slim biceps when his hole all of a sudden slides half-way down Jack’s dick and leaves him nearly cross-eyed.
There’s not much he can do in terms of protesting. The whole situation just… moves along and Jack has to hold on for the ride as Zenyatta begins to move; the pretty ass that Jack loves to ogle sliding back until everything around him goes dark.
He thrashes, but the boys are limber – goddamn Yoga teachers – and stay put while he gets smothered in ass for the first time in his life. He remembers his thoughts earlier; thinking how lewd and whorish Zenyatta was for trying to crawl tongue first into his little friend’s ass, and now he has to open his own mouth wide so he doesn’t suffocate in the warm crack of Zenyatta’s ass, while he can feel his pretty balls dragging gently against his stubbled chin.
Lúcio slides down the last of the way. All of a sudden, his cock is being hugged nice and warm, firm muscles squeezing at the base like Lúcio’s pussy wants to strangle him. He can’t tell if he did the last bit under his own steam or whether Zenyatta has pushed him down for that, too. All he hears is more whining and whimpering; everything muffled by Zenyatta’s smooth thighs as he bears down a little harder until Jack has no other fucking option than to carefully push his tongue out.
He clenches his eyes shut tight, then carefully drags the tip of his tongue across Zenyatta’s warm, clenched hole that he had been eying earlier.
Above him, he hears Zenyatta sigh; the same sigh he would make if he let himself down into a warm bath or sat down for meditation. Jack flushes a dull brick red, but his arms curl around Zenyatta’s thighs. Keeping him carefully where he’s at as he drags his tongue across him once more because he kind of likes the feeling of the little muscle trembling against the tip of his tongue.
He can hear words, muffled but clear.
“You need to move. It’ll become better.”
“B-Burns…”
“I know it does… but it is nice, isn’t it? You like how far it is stretching you, don’t you?”
Jack feels hot and humiliated which, strangely, only makes his cock flex harder and more insistent. He should hate how they degrade him to nothing but a toy to get off with, but… well.
He gets light headed. He doesn’t even notice it until Zenyatta suddenly lifts up and lets him gasp in huge lungfuls of air. He is dizzy and a bit disoriented, and the thing he focuses on first is the sight of Zenyatta’s wet cunt before he lowers himself back down.
Above him, Lúcio whimpers, then starts moving. He can imagine it, too; the pretty boys hugging each other; desperately kissing as they ride his face and his dick. Their little cocks hard and bobbing in front of them…
Maybe they’ve already started dribbling onto Jack.
He wants to squirm, but he is pinned in place. He realizes suddenly, viciously that they can – and will – overpower him if they so please.
He thinks back on all the times he’s ridiculed and belittled them; called them names and shamed them while they just squirmed and flushed and got all the more excited for it.
Goddamn little sluts.
