Patreon Compilation – Fic#300 – Soldier76/Torbjörn – dirty talk; breeding kink – During The Break 2

Soldier76/Torbjörn – Torbjörn is an old hand at all of this and knows how to take a pussy for a ride. Jack just needs to hold on for dear life.

Part 1 (AO3 Link)

Part 2 (Patreon Link)

Part 3 (Patreon Link)

Part 4 (This Part)

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Torbjörn does not come. At least not with Jack’s tongue in his ass.

That does not immediately occur to Jack, though, as he is just- well. It is difficult to think anything at all after he’s come so hard that the orgasm aches down into his legs. He only realizes some minutes later after Torbjörn has long gotten up from his seat and started moving around his workshop, his erection fat and veiny as it swings between his thighs.

Jack’s mouth opens but instead of asking something suave like ‘can I help you with that?’ he only groans like an animal.

Torbjörn glances toward him. He had been wandering back to his earlier work and apparently debated whether to continue that, but now he turns to Jack and thoughtfully brushes a hand over his tightly braided beard.

“Ready for round two?” He asks it so casually and with so much doubt in his voice that Jack thinks he should be offended. But instead he just whimpers pathetically and nods because he can’t make his tongue do anything else tonight other than fuck into Torbjörn’s sweaty ass and loll uselessly out of his skull whenever he isn’t.

“Get naked. I’ll breed you up like a lady.”

Jack’s mouth works but he still can’t get anything out. He groans as he slowly gets up on all fours and still needs Torbjörn’s help to peel off his cum soiled clothes. It only vaguely pings on his radar that Torbjörn is naked as well; that short, powerful body full on display.

Jack stares at it with an insane hunger growing in his abdomen. He wants to bite at Torbjörn. Sink his teeth into those thick muscles and feel the stiff hairs crinkling against his tongue.

He wants to get his mouth on his tits and nurse like a babe while bouncing on that fat, veiny cock-

Torbjörn grabs him by what little hair Jack still has, thick fingers strong and unrelenting. He uses that grip to help Jack stay on his knees while he fishes for his stool with the other hand, finally getting a grip at the very edge and letting it roll over toward them.

“Lean your chest on it, bub.”

He does. Why would he not? He is taking up Torbjörn’s valuable time, after all. He came crawling to him, hungry for his sweaty ass, begging for a taste.

The cold concrete floor of Torbjörn’s workshop is hell on Jack’s old knees but he’d be damned if he even notices it the moment Torbjörn lets his fat cock slap against the small of his back.

Kneeling like he is, he is the perfect height for Torbjörn to stand over him. He drags his dick along the small divot of his spine, then lets it slide down enough to nose into the crack of his ass. Jack is already going cross-eyed and he’s not even getting his pussy stretched yet.

He turns his head awkwardly, peering toward where Torbjörn had set up the phone and sees it sitting right there still, recording everything they’re doing for his wife.

“You th-think she’ll l-like it?” he mutters awkwardly, a string of drool dripping from his lips.

Torbjörn pauses briefly in nudging his glans against Jack’s hole, apparently following his gaze to see what he’s looking at.

“Oh… she will love it,” he says. The way he speaks he sounds so proud. “She really enjoys watching me breeding up some bitches. You’re a bit too old for that, I s’pose but who knows what a super soldier body like yours is still capable of, huh? Gonna pump you up until you’re bloated with it.”

Jack blinks slowly. His thoughts are a bit muddied and lagging behind after his hands-free orgasm from before, so it is difficult to really think over what Torbjörn said other than that yes he wants to be bred up with his children. He wants to get deep dicked and inseminated and pump out a new slew ot Torbjörn’s kids-

“Good girly.”

The mechanical hand Torbjörn has put on for Jack is gently pressing against his back, pushing until Jack instinctively angles his ass up for the breeding – and also making sure that he stays put when Torbjörn starts pushing into him with no preparation… but a lot of lube.

Jack stares at the gray floor, mouth hanging open and tongue lolling out. The more Torbjörn pushes inside, the more he starts to drool, his whole body heating up and throbbing in a delirious mixture of pleasure and pain. He loves it when he gets raw dogged but the lube makes it a bit easier to bear. Torbjörn’s dick just keeps spreading him wider and wider… his crown is smaller than the rest of it, the shaft having a massive swell in the middle that feels insurmountable at that moment.

Jack is in love with it all. He feels like he is really on a breeding bench getting breached by a bull and the fact that Torbjörn is holding him so wonderfully still is only feeding into that fantasy.

He might be short but he is sturdy and strong, his legs having an unshakable stance as he pumps his hips and forces more and more of his cock into Jack’s spasming, struggling hole.

It’s been a good few weeks, if not months, since he last got railed really good and now he can feel every single of those sad, lonely days as his muscles struggle to accommodate what Torbjörn is giving him.

“Takin’ it so well, girly,” Torbjörn growls. The edge of his beard is dragging against Jack’s back and tickling him as the other speaks. “You’ll stay nice and put like that and I’ll make sure to pump you full to the brim. By the time I’m done with you, there’ll be no doubt in whether I’ll have gotten you or not. You’ll be kneeling at my feet and thankin’ me for all the babies I’ll have put into your belly in a moment.”

Jack blinks slowly. The words make absolute sense in his overheating, swollen brain.

Yes, he wants to say like a good soldier. Yes, you are right, sir. Thank you for your time. Thank your the energy you put into me. Thank you for seeing me as the breeding sow that I am and using me for my one, true purpose.

It’s insane how eager he is to just accept whatever a guy is telling him as long as they got a nice dick and are actively putting that nice dick into him. Even decades after starting to spread his legs for men, he still is just a naive bimbo, drooling after dick; sniffing out the largest one in the room without a fail.

He’s come crawling to Torbjörn, after all. Nobody can fault him for his taste.

“There… let’s see… let me just find…” Torbjörn is muttering under his breath as he moves his hips in little circling motions, digging his cock into the spongy walls of Jack’s squeezing, hot intestines. Jack isn’t all too sure what he’s searching for or how he manages to feel out what he wanted to feel out but suddenly, without provocation, he starts pumping and hitting him where it is the worst and best with a precision that takes his breath away.

At heart, Jack is a pillow princess. He never liked topping that much as to actually learn how to be good at it. It feels like men like Torbjörn must have some special kind of sense in their cocks to do what they’re doing. Jack doesn’t know. He’s just insanely thankful to be going on the ride for it.

He howls like a cat in heat, dribbles of piss and pre-cum splattering to the floor of Torbjörn’s workshop because he can’t help but instinctively want to submit to a stud like him.

Torbjörn laughs like it’s the cutest thing to do. He pets Jack’s short, gray hair and down his muscled back and tells him about what a good little girly he is. How he’ll pump it nice and deep just for Jack so his cock can kiss up to his womb and pump it full just like it needs to be.

How it’s a shame that nobody has bred Jack up just like he so obviously needs it.

“You need it to live, don’t you? You need your belly nice and full with cum at all times! Hah! Wait until I tell Reinhardt! He’s a gentleman- he knows how to help a young lady out!”

Jack is just coasting. His thoughts are a jumbled mess, jumping between hysterically wondering just how many children of Torbjörn’s and Reinhardt’s are running around and marveling at the feeling of his intestines getting twisted into all kind of new knots by the fat cock expertly ramming into him and directly stimulating his central nervous system.

He can’t come again so quickly. He’s an old fucking man who just blew his load minutes ago. He just can’t be already teetering on the edge of another orgasm. But he is. Oh, he is.

He is clawing at a concrete floor, howling, sobbing, thrusting his ass back into Torbjörn’s relentless, sniper precision thrusts – and when he feels the heat of cum filling his belly, he comes again. Just as eager, just as copious as the first time.

Not a single hand on his pathetic old slut cock.