Blackwatch!Reinhardt/Angelo – rape; coercion; deep throating; breath play – Reinhardt has a new toy and he knows just how to play it.

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“You are a gorgeous one, aren’t you?” Reinhardt extends his hand towards the prisoner but before his fingers can scratch at his chin right beneath his neat little goatee, the man jerks his head away. He does not answer, but Reinhardt can see it in his eyes: how he tries to be brave in the face of his certain doom.

He is a doctor, Reinhardt knows. More used to being inside his laboratories than spending his time out on the battlefield. He’s young and supple and innocent. Maybe Overwatch wanted to take mercy on him. Maybe they did not want to watch his pretty brown eyes become jaded.

Reinhardt smirks and reaches up without missing a beat, pulling the knot of his tie a bit tighter.

He stares down at the bound little bird, watching as his docile eyes flick to him again and again. He can see him trying to figure out who he is.

Last time he’s seen him, Reinhardt had been wearing his Blackheart armor. In a perfectly fitted suit he is something else, and he smirks.

“Don’t be afraid,” he murmurs, usually booming voice pitched into a low, soothing rumble. The medic’s full lips thin and he turns his head farther away. “You are not alone.”

The man snorts and Reinhardt steps closer, one big hand coming into his white hair, attempting to stroke it. When Angelo twists his head to dislodge him, he changes his tactic and grips at him hard, pulling his head back until the pretty bird visibly grits his teeth.

“I am not lying to you. You are not alone. We have more Overwatch agents in our facility.”

Angelo’s eyes snap open, staring up at him, eyebrows drawn tight in concern. Reinhardt smirks, pulling him forward, unceremoniously mashing the prisoner’s face against his crotch, then dragging his cheek against his slowly filling cock. Angelo is a big man. Reinhardt loves playing with them.

“I think if you are a good boy, they won’t get hurt… too much.”

Angelo’s fierce struggle and indignant noises suddenly peter out. When Reinhardt glances down, the good doctor is staring up at him with wide brown eyes. Shocked.

Reinhardt sighs and drags one big finger along Angelo’s cheekbone.

“In trying to spare you the atrocities of war, I think Overwatch has done you more dirty than anybody else could have done.”

.o.

He’s sloppy and panick-y from lack of air, but not half-bad at sucking cock. A natural. Reinhardt had suspected as much – it is always the cute and naive ones – but he’s nonetheless pleasantly surprised.

There’s not been much crying and protest; no hint of teeth as he first nudged his way carefully into the good doctor’s mouth and then, even more carefully into his throat. He’s a good boy, trying not to give him any reason to hurt his precious friends.

Reinhardt sighs, head back, staring unseeingly at the ceiling as he just lets himself feel the warm, desperate contractions around his dick. He’s standing above Angelo, having crowded him against the wall, and is just leisurely fucking straight down into his throat.

He can hear Angelo’s gurgling, muffled by his cock jammed down his throat. He’s still panicking but he’s gotten better about it. He’s no longer clawing desperately at Reinhardt’s massive thighs but just… accepting the treatment. He’s letting Reinhardt suffocate him on his fat cock, tears at the corners of his eyes, gaze a bit vacant as he tries to battle his body’s natural panic response.

When Reinhardt lets up on him and pulls out, he takes huge, ragged breaths, a single dry sob leaving him. There’s a thick line of spit connecting Reinhardt’s flushed glans and Angelo’s bottom lip.

“You’re a good little soldier, aren’t you?” Reinhardt croons, nudging Angelo’s cheek with one thick knuckle. He uses one of the big rings decorating his fingers tug against the doctor’s lip, watching how Angelo just lets him do it. “All for the sake of your little friends. Hmm. How noble.”

He hooks his thumb into the side of Angelo’s mouth, pulling, watching as the doctor just *let’s him*, looking up at him with dark, sweet eyes. He’s gorgeous.

Reinhardt wonders if he will wail when Reinhardt stuffs his ass full of dick. Will he try to crawl away or will he take it, resigned to his fate. In any case, he would look gorgeous on his cock, of that he’s plenty sure.

He pulls farther against the corner of Angelo’s mouth, thumb pressing down on the bottom row of teeth to urge him to open his jaw wide, which Angelo does, showing off his pretty, soft tongue and the raw, red back of his throat that Reinhardt has already so thoroughly, deeply fucked.

“You are a natural. Perfect little toy. So obedient… Do you find solace in the knowledge that you keep your friend’s safe?” Reinhardt leans forward again, knees bending minimally as he starts dragging his cock against the wet cushion of Angelo’s tongue.

He smiles serenely at the defiant look entering the doctor’s eyes, then pushes in deeper, dragging the fat glans just where Angelo’s gag reflex begins to see him try to suppress his choking.

“That is fine. I will teach you soon enough. You are a whore and nobody has trained you properly – but daddy Reinhardt has you, sweetheart. I will show you how good it can feel to just lose yourself in a nice fat cock spreading you open and filling you up. Soon you won’t have to worry about your friends anymore. You will forget them. They are not important. They *will not be* important. Not as much as getting filled with dick and servicing your new masters.”

Angelo’s eyebrows pull together. He looks stormy and rebellious. But Reinhardt will teach him.