11th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

Gabriel/McCree/Hanzo/Soldier76 – continuation of this fic – loss of virginity; threesome; anxiety; body worship; chub worship – Jack takes Jesse’s virginity

They’re all over him. Three big scary men, muscular and intimidating, are crawling all over Jesse, grabbing at him, growling how *hot* he is in their deep, rough voices, and Jesse can’t keep track of any of it.

His cock had been in a nice, warm mouth, so soft and warm, allowed to fuck Gabriel fucking Reyes’ face until he’d unloaded all that pent-up need, and now he feels… numb, almost. Dazed. His dick is cold now, lying wet and still a bit chubby against his thigh while someone is rubbing their beard against his cheek and someone else is grabbing at his pecs, squeezing them like a pair of tits and giving his dark, plump nipples a pinch until he’s panting like a dog in the hot desert sun.

He feels something hard squeeze at his lower belly and he makes a high, wavering sound of nervous giddy when he realizes one of them is biting at him. It is not hard; almost gently testing it out, and Jesse can only wheeze, weakly grabbing at whatever warm swell of muscle he can reach.

Someone kisses him, all soft and intrusive, and he only knows it is Gabriel because he can taste himself on his tongue when it cautiously but insistently pushes into him. He does not have to do much other than *let them*, and it makes him feel all dizzy and warm.

A hand slides between his thighs, urging them farther apart, and after a second of indecision, Jesse throws his legs apart. Shows himself off to them.

Gabriel keeps kissing him deep and slow, so he can’t lift his head and have a look, but he can hear Hanzo make a curious sound between a groan and a purr.

“How… indecent…”

Gabriel finally pulls back, a line of saliva connecting their mouths until he drags his thumb across Jesse’s lips. His brown eyes are all soft and warm and gentle in a way that makes Jesse feel gooey inside.

He glances down and sees Jack in the process of slipping between his thighs. Hanzo is crouching next to him, his hand on Jesse’s chubby belly, thumb mindlessly rubbing back and forth across the thick hair there while he watches the old Soldier settle in.

They’re so intently staring, Jesse can’t help but flush again, dull and embarrassed. Humiliation wants to make him close his knees again, but there are hands on his legs, holding him open.

They don’t give him the opportunity to shield himself from them.

Jack’s pale eyes land on his ruddy red face as Jesse feels his palm against his ass and one of his fingers slip between the hairy cheeks to press against his hole.

Anxiety skyrockets. He knows he has to look ridiculous with his face a dark brick red. He wants to apologize, stupidly, for not shaving properly before coming to them – as if he could have predicted any of this – but the Soldier interrupts him before he can make any sound.

“I will fuck you,” he tells him; and even though it has not been formulated as a question to be debated, his rough voice does do a small lilt at the end. When Jesse does not react, Jack’s eyes go heavy lidded and he leans forward, one hand grabbing at Jesse’s belly, squeezing the fat there, the other starting to rub more insistently at Jesse’s hole.

“I’m gonna open you up for the others. Get your pretty virgin cunt stretched on a big dick. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Get opened up nice? Let us fuck you sloppy?”

Jesse’s mouth drops open but no sound comes out. He’s a man well on his way to his fifties, and he feels *ridiculous*, but they don’t give im any time to think anything other than ‘please please please’. Hanzo keeps him from having to answer by leaning down, one hand carefully plucking at Jesse’s fat, sensitive nipples as he kisses him, distracting from what is about to happen.

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Jack has tried fucking him on his back with Gabriel behind him, his thick thighs pushed underneath his shoulder blades to let him watch as the first cock got squeezed into the tight, needy clench of his body, but as soon as Jesse got a good look at what the Soldier is packing, he’s become too squirmy and nervous for it.

In the end, Jack let him go with a gentle pat to Jesse’s rump, the three men watching as the gunslinger rolled onto his belly with all the nervous energy coursing through him.

It’s easier like that. He can curl his thick arms around Gabriel’s middle and hold on for dear life as Jack shuffles close and begins carefully, slowly fucking his first real dick into him.

He lifts his ass up all on his own at the first dull press to his very slick hole. It’s a natural response, maybe, or just wholly accidental, but it’s a nice view nonetheless for the other three who grunt in appreciation as the nice round rump gets shown off to them.

Hanzo slides beneath Jesse, cheekily tonguing at the swollen head half hidden inside the generous fold of his foreskin, and McCree makes a sound like he’s choking, his thighs immediately starting to tremble as he realizes that he can’t let himself just fall now.

He’s effectively locked in place by a cruel little tongue at his cock and a big, warm dick at his hole, carefully fucking into him in little increments while Jesse not quite howls against Gabriel’s belly.

He hiccups and whines, his usually smooth deep voice gone high and boyish as he gets spread on his first cock, all the while Hanzo’s tongue is bathing his dick without showing any inclination to at least let him fuck quick and uneducated between his lips.

He comes too quick, again. Messy and pre-mature, even before Jack has properly speared him on even half that massive cock Jesse has seen earlier; and he feels like his own body is betraying him, because they must have wrung him dry but don’t look like they are anywhere near done with him.

He whimpers.

Gabriel pets across his hair.

10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

McCree/Hanzo/Reyes/Morrison – virgin!McCree; chubby!McCree; premature ejaculation; body worship; chub appreciation; self-loathing in the beginning – McCree has stumbled into the clutches of three horny, hungry men.

He doesn’t know how he’s stumbled his way into this situation. He doesn’t know how to get out of it again, either. Hanzo is at his left, Morrison at his right, and the goddamn *Commander* is down at his knee level, looking like a big, dangerous cat as he grins up at him wide and lowers his head, cheek rubbing against the bulge straining in Jesse’s jeans.

“Always wanted to get my fingers on that gorgeous fat cock,” he purrs.

Jesse gurgles something. His belly twists uncomfortably at the word *fat* but his cock is too nervously excited by the proceedings. He swallows and struggles half-heartedly, trying to pull his arms out of the grip Hanzo and Morrison have on him.

He feels like a bug wiggling on his back. A fat bug. He glances around at the tightly muscled bodies around him, then back at Reyes whose face is half-hidden behind the roll of chub spilling above Jesse’s jeans.

He swallows and closes his eyes tightly. He’s only wanted to give them his report and be on his way. He hadn’t meant to barge right into the hot and heavy make-out session between the three.

“I ah…”

He makes a high-pitched, pathetic sound as he feels Reyes open his pants. He sucks his belly in and feels his cheeks go a dark, ruddy red under his unkempt beard.

“I can go again,” he offers and Morrison laughs next to him, deep and rough.

“Oh no… we want you to *come*.” Hanzo huffs on the other side, sounding annoyed by the pun. His dark eyes are sharp like a bird of prey’s, taking in Jesse’s pathetic body and he feels sick with it until his cock is out and Reyes makes a sound like he’s dying and loving every second of it.

“Goddamn it’s good. Fuck… Been waiting for years for this…”

Jesse wheezes as Reyes’ mouth shoves over the crown of his cock, wet and hot and silky. He jerks again, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Reyes sucks, and Jesse, pathetically, humiliatingly comes without fanfare. One second he’s shaking in Morrison’s and Shimada’s grip, the next his hips are lifting up and Reyes makes a sound of surprise as hot, thick cum splashes against his tongue.

There’s a ringing in Jesse’s ears and it takes him a while to realize that everything has become deathly silent. When he opens his eyes, all three men are staring at him with wide eyes.

He pulls his hand out of Morrison’s slack grip and lets it slap against his face.

“Shit…” he mumbles. He does not know what he expects them to do next. Definitely not them crawling all over him, their mouths wet and needy as they suck at his soft tits and bite against the chub on his hips.

“Damn that was hot… fuck… you’re so sensitive, aren’t you?”

He can’t make out who said it. It could’ve been Morrison; might have even been Reyes. There are hands between his legs, urging them apart, kneading his thick thighs until the big muscles there jump.

Someone is at his balls, weighing their heft and feeling how big and full they still are.

They don’t ask him, thankfully, though that might just mean it is glaringly, pathetically obvious: Jesse McCree’s still a virgin. His cock is big and fat still, drooling against his belly until someone pulls it up and pushes their greedy, wet mouth across it.

He whines and arches. He wants to feel humiliated as someone squeezes his soft, chubby tits and pushes them together like a pair of breasts, but they sound just as fucked out as he does; murmuring feverishly about how hot he is; how nice his dick is; how good it feels in their greedy hands and greedier mouths.

“Could fuck those tits…” that was Morrison.

There’s a tongue at his balls and when Jesse makes himself look down, Shimada has switched places with Reyes and is nuzzling and sucking at the large testicles; testing how loose they are in the silky skin.

Jesse thinks he must be dreaming… or dying. He bucks helplessly and Reyes has mercy on him; provides him with his greedy, hot mouth to fuck into.

The thought makes Jesse’s brain stall. He is fucking someone. His dick is in a warm, welcoming hole and he’s fucking, however inexpert, into it; taking what he wants.

Reyes sounds about as delirious as Jesse feels. Like he’s the one allowed to nervously rabbit-fuck into his first soft orifice instead of Jesse, whose brain is feeling liquid by now.

Morrison is lowering himself, his rough fingers pinching at Jesse’s fat, sensitive nipples, making his trembling mouth drop open in a wordless cry.

He bends down, noses at Jesse’s hot flushed ear and murmurs: “Pretty little virgin, aren’t’cha?”

And Jesse comes again into Reyes’ mouth; all across his hot, clever tongue, and Hanzo curses low, his silky voice gone rough and deep. Jesse can hear an indistinct: “Just ten minutes… my God…”

But it does not make much sense. Not when there’s a hand on his twitching sac, lovingly cradling it as if it wants to help him push out all that thick creamy cum stored in there.

Someone is grabbing at his belly, digging their fingers into the chub, and for once in his life it is not followed by a wave of self-loathing anxiety.

He almost sobs.

10th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

Zarya/76/Gabriel – femdom; pegging; praise kink; body/muscle appreciation; manhandling – Zarya is still so young but she’s got those two old men wrapped around her fingers.

Gabriel makes like pulling away, but only so that Zarya has to curl her big hand around his ankle and pull him back down the bed with a kind of ease that has his stomach tied in knots and the good Soldier’s mouth drop open while he palms his cock.

Zarya chuckles, curling an arm around one of Gabriel’s massive thighs and manhandling him until he’s on his side, leg helplessly hooked around the bend of her elbow.

“How naughty,” she purrs at him. She shuffles closer, fingers of her other hand tickling his well-lubed hole. “Somebody is yearning for a bit of rough, mayhaps?”

Gabriel scowls fiercely but his already dark cheeks are going even darker with a flush. His brown eyes are glittering as he looks back at her, glancing at the strong line of her jaw to the wide set of her shoulders. He stares at her biceps, and quickly looks away again – caught looking – when she flexes for him.

Zarya hums and shuffles closer. She has a gorgeous cock strapped on for them; long and a bit fatter than usual, though not as girthy as what either of them has packing.

She takes herself in hand and starts dragging the mostly featureless tip against the nice little snatch Gabriel has offered up before nerves got to him and he tried to be cheeky.

The good Soldier is watching from the sidelines, gloriously naked and cock in hand; eyes travelling as much across Gabriel’s thick, meaty muscles as they are tracing Zarya and her effortless dominance she reigns over them.

They’ve sparred beforehand just to feel how easily she can put the old men on their back. Maybe spread their legs and push their knees up to their shoulders just to humiliate them; let them see how her youth and strength can overpower them and make them her bitches.

They’re all sweaty and pungent; and while they are fighting against a gentle, lazy kind of lethargy, Zarya looks like she’s just begun.

She straddles the leg still stretched out on the bed, hooks Gabriel’s leg across her shoulder to have her arms free, then pushes in. Her tits sway with the motion and both men immediately stare at them.

She’s got a scar slashed across her right breast, nearly hitting her nipple. She does not look like a mom, but they both want to nurse anyway.

Zarya is surprisingly nurturing. Maybe she just gets off on making them feel smaller than they are. More helpless than they are. Jack does not quite know, nor does he care.

Gabriel sighs as she starts to easily fuck him, and Jack startles when her hand curls around his ankle, not unlike she did moments before with Gabriel, and easily pulls him closer across the already rumpled sheets.

He could kick at her and try to squirm away, but it would be futile. The thought excites him inordinately and by the glazed, needy look on Gabriel’s face, he feels the same.

They are nothing but Zarya’s toy boys and… it feels good. She manhandles him until he’s where she wants him; stretched out next to her other boy close enough that she can curl her wide palm around his cock. She has big hands, but they are still pretty looking. She likes painting her nails in bright, happy colors.

Jack has his hands unthinkingly curled against his shoulders, looking up at Zarya with heavy lidded eyes and breathing deeply. Zarya glances at him, and her face goes all soft and warm.

“Little kitten,” she purrs and he flushes dark and humiliated. He is old enough to be her father, but something about this woman makes him feel small and helpless… but protected.

She stems them around if she wants to, but he’s yet to have her actually hurt any of them. He does not think she has it in her.

Zarya leans forward some, squeezing Jack’s cock as she picks up her pace. Gabriel stretches for her and bares his throat, groaning deep in his chest when her cock slides deep and easy. Jack could lean forward and bite at his shoulders and neck. Lick at his salt-and-pepper beard.

But he can’t take his eyes off of Zarya’s swaying tits and the hard muscles of her belly, visibly contracting with every thrust forward.

She has a gorgeous cunt hidden beneath the harness she’s wearing. It’s cute and small, hidden beneath a downy soft thatch of garishly dyed pubes. It’s kept just as meticulously perfect as the rest of her body. Maybe she’ll open her thick thighs for them later. Let them fuck her slow and easy, or eat her out with their noses buried in her pink hair.

She’s easy for them; stroking their egos by coming quick and beautiful with little incentive given. It’s the only testament to her youth; to how she’s been shunned by weak boys who were intimidated by her. Her body is deliciously sensitive and they love exploiting it. Have her thighs nearly bust their skulls when she loses control and comes so hard she almost squirts.

They are very determined to make up for lost time.

“You are such good boys today,” she purrs, her accent getting their nipples tight and excited. They’ve been primed to her voice to an embarrassing degree. “I don’t think at all you want to play rough today. I think you want to be good boys that get treats…”

Gabriel groans and throws one arm across his eyes so it’s harder for them to see his flush. Jack breathes deeply and nods quick and a bit overeager when Zarya looks questioningly at him. Then she smiles.