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.

5th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 7th Fill

human!Winston/Team – virgin kink, bara kink, shy Winston – Winston has woken up as a human one day. The others have been hot for his thicc hairy bara body ever since.


“This… this is… h-hah…” Winston scrabbles at the desk, thick fingers shaking, then trying to push his glasses up without smudging the lenses too badly. He does not manage, but McCree is there, helping him out by nudging the frame back into place, then cupping his jaw in a hand and guiding his face over to the cock waiting for him.

“Highly unorthodox,” Winston whispers, deep voice a little thready as McCree unselfconsciously wipes his dick against the scientist’s face. From behind, Hanzo is working with single-mindedness, eyebrows drawn in concentration, arms braced on the edge of the table as he puts his back into the thrusts.

It can’t hurt; not with how nicely Winston’s hairy ass is cushioning his hips.

“Oh God,” Winston whispers. He is an irregular shade of blotchy red, face wet with sweat and now McCree’s pre-cum as Hanzo’s thrusts have him rocking across the table and into the cowboy’s crotch.

The whole thing has been a while coming. All since Winston woke up to find himself stuck in a different body some three weeks ago; the hairy gorilla physique having given way to a just slightly less hairier human body.

He’s never been as aware of his teammates’ sex drives as he’s become then and there; seeing – and feeling – the desperate lust radiating off of them as they stared at his thick arms and thighs, and his firm, round belly.

He’s never thought of anybody in strictly friendly terms until he’s found himself bend over by Lúcio of all people, getting his very first cock to spread his tender hole after the young man hand petted it like a little animal and then spent hours getting it nice and soft and stretched on two then three then four delicious, dexterous fingers.

He wonders if Lúcio has spoken about this to the others. Told them how easy Winston had been, hiding his face behind his hands and whispering oh dear oh dear oh dear while he got fucked gentle and easy; thick, hairy thighs spread to let the slender man between them and fuck a quick, overexcited orgasm out of him.

He wonders if he’s different in the eyes of the others. No longer Winston, the scientist, but Winston, the slut.

The thought makes his ears burn. He’s never had such… crude thoughts. Being a gorilla with his intelligence has killed his sex drive; there simply were no suitable mates to get hot and bothered about.

And now there are so many and all of them are interested.

His hole is soft and open, squelching softly with Hanzo’s thrusts, but keeping his cock nice and warm and cushioned either way. His insides feel nervous and shivery. He likes the feeling of being full. He likes a cock inside him, fucking against needy, spongy walls; and now McCree is telling him to ‘be a good boy and open up’, and Winston can’t help but do as he’s told.

McCree uses him like Lúcio has done and like Hanzo is doing now: easy and with a confidence that shames Winston. Like him craving their cocks has been as inevitable as the sun rising.

His thumb slips into the corner of Winston’s mouth. He drags it along the blunt surface of his molars, then across his tongue, urging his mouth wider so he can pop the fat head of his dick in.

Behind him, Hanzo is sounding more labored, his thrusts getting harder as his hands begin wandering: grabbing at his hips and the fat of his thighs, then settling at the sides of his big, firm belly, petting at the thick hair as he starts losing his rhythm.

He’ll pump Winston full, soon, but his attention is on Jesse, slowly pushing in and teaching Winston to suck dick while his glasses fog up something fierce.

Behind them, the door opens and he can hear the cadence of Reinhardt’s chuckling.

“Didn’t come too late, did I?”

“Only just begun. Take a seat.”