7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

Blackwatch Boys/Winston – past abuse; past rape; current non-con/dub-con; brain washing – Blackwatch got Winston out of the Talon base and decide to take him for a test drive.

(keep note of the warnings)


It’s not one of their finest hours, they all agree. Rescuing Doctor Winston out of the bowels of the Talon base has been a stroke of genius; but having him on his knees now, body still black and blue with bruises, servicing their cocks… not so much.

Gabriel and McCree throw each other glances every now and then. McCree looks about as guilty as he feels, but it still does not make them stop.

Shimada seems supremely unperturbed as is, deep dicking the scientist’s throat until he is gagging, wet and a bit desperate, his dark eyes open and throwing pleading glances at his other two rescuers while Genji calmly keeps him stuffed with cock until he stops struggling again.

“Not so rough,” Gabriel mutters, hand out, fingers scratching along Winston’s jaw. “He’s a good boy.”

He is. He’s not been gone long, but Talon has already trained him well. They’ve seen snippets of the footage while infiltrating the hideout. They’ve smelled how he reeked of old cum when they stepped into the room they had kept him in.

There are big, hand-shaped bruises on his wide hips and thick, soft thighs, and when McCree pushed into them with a boot on their flight back, he’s gone to his knees like a whore and begged for dick with big brown eyes.

Brainwashed. They shouldn’t be doing this.

But alas. Not their finest hour.

Winston is hairy and thick and delicious. He is sturdy, can take what they dish out, even though he looks heartbroken whenever Shimada becomes too rough in his excitement.

His cunt is soft and greedy, easy to prepare for their cocks while he is whining in the back of his throat, haphazardly shoving his backup glasses that they gave him as they boarded back onto his nose.

It’s a weird twilight they got him in; seemingly still stuck in the mindset Talon taught him, while also clearly understanding what is happening with him now.

“Th-thank you,” he stutters again and again whenever they let him get enough air to do so. His deep voice is all soft. He mumbles a bit just like he’s always done. He sounds just like his old self; sweet and bumbling – too nice for the military service – but it stands in crass contrast to the fact that he’s showing them his ass while he does so; spreading his cheeks with both hands, begging for them to dick him into the soft, buttery gape of his hole.

It’s not their finest goddamn hour. They should have been above it, yet…

When McCree and Gabriel try to step away, let him calm down, he becomes desperate. Crawls to them, begs for their cocks. Kisses and licks them like he’s grateful, looking up at them hypnotically with big dark eyes, his own cock painfully hard looking as it curves against the lower swell of his big, firm belly.

“Ah fuck it,” McCree murmurs before long. Gets back into the action. They need to keep Shimada at bay anyway: Genji tends to forget how strong he is. Gabriel watches them quietly, big cock in his big fist.

They’d arrive at the base in just under two hours. Until then they need to be done and have Winston cleaned up a bit. It’s still enough time to have him… tend to them, though. He’s so very thankful. Very eager.

There is a certain kind of intelligence in his eyes that makes Gabriel wonder just how much this is his new training and how much is him.

He seems to become happier the longer it goes on and the softer they are with him. When Genji stops trying to suffocate him on his dick and pets his hair, Winston goes cross-eyed.

He’s still clumsy, still flushes and becomes embarrassed, and that makes all of it even more surreal. Dream like.

He hides his face in his big, softly muscled arms when he sees how big McCree’s cock is and how he’s about to fuck that into him.

He hiccups out little rough moans when Jesse mounts up, and Gabriel nearly strangles his cock.

He’s not been too long with Talon. Whatever they did, it hasn’t taken completely. They haven’t broken him.

“Fuck, he’s milking me so good,” McCree groans, head back as he fucks easy and fast. “You got to feel that, boss.”

Gabriel will. He might hate himself for it later, but god, he will.

Winston thanks McCree like a good boy when he’s filled him up and pulled out. He shows everybody in the room his creamy hole. He’s still hungry, turns his flushed, embarrassed face towards Gabriel.

He hesitates for a second, but Genji looks like he’s ready to take him again, so he stands and walks over before he can think about it too much.

He’s been friends with Doctor Winston for a long time; he’s always wondered how it would be to show him how good it can feel to have a dick in his belly. He’d never have thought just how happy and content he would look getting fucked until he’s sleepy.

His ass is warm and clingy, slimy from McCree’s last load, and Gabriel can’t help but fuck him like a porn star; right hand on his left hip, chin on his chest as he looks down between them, watches himself easily fuck Doctor Winston’s sloppy cunt.

Blackwatch has so many secrets already. This might just become one more of them. He wonders if Doctor Winston will tell on them. Gabriel almost… hopes. But he’s still a shy, bumbling scientist, and his face, at least from the side, looks totally blissed at getting fucked nice and warm.

Talon has not been kind to him. Maybe they are doing a favor to him, after all.

7th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 3rd Fill

Soldier76/Zenyatta/Lúcio – continuation of this fic – contains coercion, non-con/dub-con, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation – Jack has the two of them at his home to perform for his pleasure…


It has almost been too easy to get them to the point they are now at: softly humping on Jack’s unmade bed, pressing suckling little kisses against each other’s mouth while he sits behind the camera and films the whole thing.

It’s like they had almost been waiting for it. Like they had hoped someone would eventually stumble across them and unveil them as the dirty little tramps they really are. It would have taken all the fun out of having power to lord over them if watching them didn’t provide him with so much satisfaction.

“Yeah, you like to perform, don’t you?” he murmurs finally when he’s looked through the lens one last time to make sure they were nicely framed, then he takes a step back to watch the action unfold properly before him.

Zenyatta’s cheeks have flushed a nice dark red, and there’s a bit of a frown between Lúcio’s brows. At least they have the decency to look mildly ashamed by their whorish conduct. Jack pushes a hand unselfconsciously into his shorts and strokes his cock slowly, leisurely. He has all the time in the world, after all.

When Zenyatta twists his hips minimally away, ostensibly to lighten the pressure against his cock, Jack can see how tented both of their tight leggins already are. They’re as into the situation as he is, even if they played demure and horrified in the beginning. As he watches, the bright yellow-and-green pants Lúcio has donned slowly sport a wet patch where his dick is drooling into the fabric.

“Fucking sluts,” Jack grunts. It sounds disgusted even though it gets him off, and the flush on Zenyatta’s cheeks quickly spreads out to his ears.

He lifts his thigh – long and slender, just like the rest of the boy – and pushes his knee over Lúcio’s hip. Jack makes his way over to is old ratty armchair and plops into it, feet propped on the edge of the bed, not far away from the pretty boys making out for him.

“Sit on him,” he suggests and feels a spike of unholy pleasure when Zenyatta *does*, shoving himself astride Lúcio’s hips, their mouths finally separating with a wet little pop that goes straight to Jack’s balls. Their lips are plump and soft looking. Like they would look gorgeous around his dick.

He wonders if the little sluts even know how to treat a *real* cock. He’ll find out later.

They dry fuck for him, making little breathy sounds that seem straight out of some softcore porn. They drag their little cocks against each other, bulges pressing and rubbing and squishing as they get a bit needy and desperate in their need.

They even look at each other like they got stars in their fucking eyes. Lúcio’s hands are all over Zenyatta, squeezing at his small ass and supple thighs and urging him to grind down harder. Maybe make their little cute dicks hurt a bit… and how interesting of a thought is that?

But they also seem to have forgotten Jack, which… does not sit well with him. He frowns, thumb smearing across the crown of his dick, the tip of his pointer finger idly nudging its way into his foreskin to feel how much wetness has gathered in there already.

He rudely shoves one foot against Zenyatta’s hip, jostling both boys out of their lovey-dovey little bubble they’ve sequestered themselves into. When they glance at him, he makes a motion with his free hand.

“I wanna see you do a sixty-nine. Don’t get those little dicks out, though.”

He should be more adventurous, maybe – they *are* yoga teachers, after all, and nice and flexible – but for the moment he wants to simply bask in the fact that they do everything he tells him to.

They scramble to obey. They look lovely, faces stuffed with each other’s bulge, mouths greedy as they start licking and suckling through the thin fabric of their leggins. He slowly jerks himself as he watches them play for him, and has to stop once or twice just to let the feeling of orgasm recede again.

He feels delirious, almost in trance as he watches them. Listens to them. They are nasty little boys that make a lot of noise, and he *loves* hearing their little slurping sounds and sighs and thoughtless hums as they get more breathless, more eager. More needy. Their slim hips start shifting, motions getting a bit more sharp and demanding.

They want to shoot their nasty little loads, that much is obvious – and Jack could come just from the fact that they have to wait for *him* to give them the okay.

“Stop,” he croaks finally. They turn their heads towards him, staring, cheeks dark with a flush, mouths hanging open to pull enough oxygen into their lungs. He catches Lúcio’s gaze travel down towards the big cock in his fist, and Jack grins slow and satisfied. Of course they would crave the real thing after getting themselves riled up with each other’s little toy.

“Come here and suck my dick.”

They crawl towards him like kittens, sitting pretty between his thighs and getting at his dick like they are starved. He notices them holding hands, but does not have enough brain power to tell them to stop that because Zenyatta is slurping noisily at his foreskin while Lúcio is sucking one of his balls into his mouth, and *fuck* he is in heaven.

oh jeez cyber, just the tip has me so hot under the collar its unreal. and like, genji is just the kind of fuckboi to insist that it doesn’t get you pregnant, it’s just like regular jerking off, etc. he probably did that to so many one night stands, but his aneki? cant run away from that, he’s gotta take full responsibility this time

pre- Hanzo-fallout Genji was suuuuch a huge fuckboi, he def did that shit. super hot. especially when the girls all know he’s full of shit but they want the cummies and just let him babble :’ )))

mujaween:

Genji coming hone drunk and high after not being able to score, but still horny and thirsty for puss so he sneaks into aneki Hanzo’s room. He starts out just holding her open, watching his big sis’s virgin hole clench but it doesn’t take long for him to need more and slip his cock head in. He has enough self control not to push in farther (plus going all the way in would be incest) so he just rabbit humps the very tip of his cock into his aneki, feeling her entrance clench around him as he gropes her breasts.

I wonder if he actually has enough self control to pull out before he cums?

*slams fist on desk* THIS IS GOOD SHIT

he def does not pull out; the thought of getting his cum into his aneki gets him going for years probably.

I love the thought of Hanzo sleeping drunk with legs akimbo :’ ))))