Reapyatta đ soft dom!Zenyatta with needy sub!Reaper. Here you go, yaâll â¤
Zenyatta slides fingers through Gabrielâs curls, careful not to let the interlocking joints catch on the stubbornly clinging hair. He fluffs them up, then smooths them down, carefully combing them until they lie the way he wants them to.
Only when he is satisfied does he put his fingers beneath Gabrielâs chin, thumb lying heavy in the small groove beneath his bottom lip, dragging in a small caress over the graying hair of his beard.
âUp,â he murmurs, voice well modulated – built to please. Gabriel follows the gentle push a little too eagerly – the next second Zenyattaâs fingers pinch his chin more firmly and drag him down again. The omnic watches him quietly, not moving while Reaperâs dark eyes jerk across his faceplate, watching for some reaction even though he knows there canât be one, and finally coming to a halt on the grid pattern on Zenyattaâs forehead – watching the slow dimming and brightening of the light there with an almost myopic gaze.
After a while, when the omnic has decided the height is a good one, Zenyattaâs other hand curls around one of his orbs, lying dormant and heavy in a circle around him.
He places it carefully atop Gabrielâs head, fingers letting loose of it slowly, making sure it would not roll from its nest of curls.
âStill, now,â he says softly, barely an admonishment, and for a moment it seems like Reaper even stops breathing, head up nice and high, carefully balancing Zenyattaâs intricately carved orb. Zenyatta can see the humanâs ribs moving – little, soft pants expanding the broad chest as he tries to keep still enough not to shift the heavy trinket.
âCalm yourself. You will make it tumble down if you donât center yourself.â Zenyattaâs thumb moves, pushing against Reaperâs scarred mouth until he opens it slightly, tongue cheekily flicking out to lick –
Zenyattaâs hand rushes out to catch the orb before it can roll from Gabrielâs head completely. The omnicâs voice box manufactures a soft, reprimanding click of a tongue he doesnât possess, then pushes his thumb into Gabrielâs mouth to press down heavy and unmoving against his soft, warm tongue while simultaneously rearranging the orb once more.
âIf you want to come,â he tells him patiently, as he fucks his thumb slowly between the submissiveâs lips, the pad rubbing slow, smooth circles into Gabrielâs tongue to let him taste the metal, âthen you need to do as you are told and not lose the orbs. Do you understand?â
He has recentered the heavy ball, arm slowly drawing away. Gabriel watches him with his dark eyes, a look of adoration on his slowly slackening face. He almost doesnât dare to swallow, tongue lying placid for the omnic to play with.
Zenyatta hums and carefully pulls his hand away.
âVery well. The next one.â
He shifts, moving easily around the submissive. He looks like a show dog – on all fours, head up high and still, the impressive width of his chest sloping quickly into the plane of his hard belly. Time has forgotten this particular man – he still looks as formidable as he has in those old pictures Zenyatta has observed littered around the Gibraltar base.
âYou are magnificent,â he tells him, voice an intimate murmur even though they were alone. He can see the way Gabrielâs ribs extend in a deep, careful inhale, but it is the only concession the submissive makes to how much the praise affects him.
That – and that lovely cock of his; dark and thick between his strong thighs, filling out a little more as Zenyatta watches, the wide head peeking out of the soft folds of his foreskin. Already, the omnicâs sensors can make out the glistening of pre-cum wetting all that velvety skin. Humans were so delightfully⌠messy. Their bodies so generous in showing their appreciation.
âGood boy.â He lets warm, smooth metal fingertips rub against the first knob of Gabrielâs spine, then slides them with gentle pressure along the dip of his spine. The man shudders, a strange choked-off noise coming from him – and for just a moment it seems like he might jerk his head and unseat the orb in its nest of curls, but he calms down just in time to relax again.
He deters a second when heâs at the submissiveâs tailbone, fingers sliding into the cleft of his ass and tickling the warm, silky hole he finds there. Gabriel groans, then; voice deep and smoky, eyes probably unfocused as he stares ahead of himself and tries to remain calm, even when Zenyattaâs warm, smooth fingers start rubbing with more intent, the blunt tip of one beginning to wriggle its way inside.
âM-Master,â he says, indistinct, barely dares to move his jaw. Zenyatta hums, tranquil. Serene. He lets Gabrielâs muscles move for him: he doesnât resist their suckling, needy pull, letting them drag his finger deeper in until the sweet muscle is mouthing at the first bulkier joint of his finger.
âI know,â Zenyatta answers low, synthetic voice full with feeling. âYou need it, pretty boy. I know. Your body talks so loud for you.â
Reaper whines, throat vibrating with the sound, face crumbling as Zenyatta watches. He is biting his bottom lip, eyes starting to crunch shut. Heâs nearly weeping just from the overwhelming need of getting filled.
âI wonât leave you empty,â the omnic promises, free hand rubbing along the sickly ashbrown of his back. âI will fill you up until you canât take more. And then a little bit more still.â
Gabriel whines again, a little higher, fingers curling against the floor into unsteady fists. Zenyatta pushes in deeper, curls his finger – just gives him a little taste of pleasure to keep him at bay before out completely.
He ignores the soft sigh of disappointment, critically checks over the orb resting on Gabrielâs head, then takes another one and places it carefully high between the submissiveâs shoulder blades.
Gabriel has less problems balancing this one, but it still ads more pressure on him: a little less freedom of movement, no careful rolling of the shoulders anymore, no nervous shifting.
âYou are perfect. Just one more.â
Zenyatta grips His shoulder, then his bicep, squeezing and caressing in lieu of not being able to properly kiss – even his omnic kisses, small pulses of weak electricity, donât seem appropriate now; not when Gabriel was struggling as it is, strangely keyed up from some discord within his soul.
He was so burdened, his poor boy. So many demons weighing him down that he wouldnât even be able to tell what exactly was filling him with anxiety.
Zenyattaâs hand slides down, smooths across the plush cushion of his pec, mildly warns âKeep your head highâ, then proceeds to tweak one of the small, sensitive nipples. Gabriel groans long and deep. His cock fills out a little more still, the veins at the sides starting to bulge as it bobs softly all on its own. Always so eager, sweetly asking for attention.
âJust one more. Good boy.â
Zenyatta squeezes the small nub once more between his fingers, the pressure carefully calculated by his systems, then pulls his hand away to grab the last orb.
âAnd up. Nice and slow⌠thatâs it.â His voice is low, intimate, watching as Gabriel carefully, slowly arches his back, struggling to keep his head still and his shoulders even. There was sweat starting to break out along his hairline. His toes curled in and relaxed again, restless, nervous. He wanted to be good – didnât want to lose any of the orbs already placed on him.
His hips are forming a sweet cup, ass angling towards the ceiling. He is presenting himself like a well trained pet, legs carefully spreading on instinct: he was showing off what he had to the room; offering his Master everything from the soft, heavy mound of his testicles to the tender gape of his hole.
âWhat a good boy you are tonight. You really want it badly, donât you? A nice cock spreading you open? Get your belly warmed up? I know how horribly cold you always feel⌠I think I have just the thing for you, if you can stay still for me tonight. Just five minutes, I think. They will suffice, wouldnât you say? Five minutes to show what a good, obedient boy you are, and then Iâll give you your treat.â
He rubs the back of Gabrielâs thigh, slides up and between them and cups the warm swell of his testicles. His cock is just about visible, silky head shoved out farther now, a pearl of liquid beading for a second before starting to drip down in a long, sticky string.
âDo you want to know what treat I have planned for you?â
He lets him feel the ball as he waits for an answer; slowly rolls it up and down the small of his back just to let him feel the electrical warmth of it radiating as omnic energy from deep within the intricately carved mechanism.
Zenyattaâs voice is still gentle; smooth and deep, well modulated as he promises Gabriel what was the world for this particular submissive: A nice, deep dicking, warm long cocks sliding in, making him submit, getting him to drool into the floor as he got mounted and fucked until his toes were tingling and his eyes burning.
âI will take you out into town,â Zenyatta tells him, speaking gentle like consoling a child. Gabrielâs eyes are heavy lidded and rolled to the side, trying to look at as much of his Dominant as possible without turning his head, mouth slowly falling open as he pushes carefully into the warm touch of the orb, heavy cock swaying back and forth between his thighs with the movement.
âI will take you into town,â the omnic repeats like a secret, âand lead you into a vehicle there. A nice, large car with enough room in the back for you to invite a lot of friends. All of them crawling in to the sight of you offering yourself up just as sweetly as you are now. Let them see how ready you are; how much you want it.
Some may want to test out your pretty mouth beforehand, but you will not mind. Youâll open for them just as sweetly as you always open for me. That clever little tongue doing just as they need; finding out just how you can be of service to them until they want to slip behind you; sample what else you have on offer. Maybe grab your lovely cock and give you a few strokes, thoughâŚâ
He pauses here, deliberate, watches how Gabrielâs eyes have all but closed. He is drooling like an eager dog and Zenyatta supposed that in this moment, he was little more than an animal; a needy animal waiting for its Masterâs praise.
âA little farther up,â he murmurs, tapping the orb against the small of Gabrielâs back as emphasize. The submissive takes a few seconds until he understands, then tilts a little further up still. For a second the orb on the crown of his head seems to wobble but then it settles again.
Zenyatta hums, then starts to carefully balances the last orb on Reaperâs tail bone, leaning it against the cleft of his ass to give it a place to rest. As he works, he takes up his earlier monologue, voice pitched a little deeper, aimed to go straight under the skin.
âI donât think they will care much for your pleasure, though. They will be wondering when they see me in the corner. They will wonder what kind of little slut lets himself get whored out by an omnic.â Gabriel whines at the crude words spoken in the gentle words of his Master, and Zenyatta can see how the thin string of pre-cum thickens with the submissiveâs mindless excitement.
âTheyâll wonder how greedy for cock youâll have to be to sink so low. Be the slave to a machine just to get a good, regular filling. Get your belly warmed up from the inside by their creamy loads until it all frothes around their cocks as they ream you nice and good.
They will wonder. And I donât think theyâll wonder quietly, do you? I think they will be asking you. I think theyâll tell you in perfectly clear words what they think of you while they utilize your lovely body.
Maybe they will find the markers I will have placed carefully to the side; maybe theyâll have some creative little words and pictures to decorate you with.
Ahhh⌠I think⌠yesâŚâ
He carefully pulls his hand away, watching the orb sit calm and centered where he placed it. Gabriel is stock still, eyes no longer closed. They are open wide, staring without focus ahead as he breathes slow, almost serene; a peculiar kind of peace having settled over him as he keeps nice and still, balancing his Masterâs orbs along his body, letting the electric, pulsing warmth and their heaviness sink into him and center him as the gentle voice washes over and through him.
His cock is dark and needy, flexing between his strong thighs. Nobody has touched it, but the wetness is smeared all around the flared head. A pinpoint of painful need right there between his submissiveâs lovely legs.
âYou would love this, wouldnât you?â Zenyatta asks kindly, one blunt finger sliding up and down the swollen shaft. Gabrielâs eyes grow heavy lidded again.
âYes.â
âAnd you shall have it,â Zenyatta promises, ergonomically shaped hand gently curling around his submissiveâs cock, holding it and squeezing it gently as if milking more pre-cum from it. âAfter you have completed your task.â
He carefully watches the orbs, makes sure they sit still and centered before he announces: âThe five minutes begin now.â
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