Extension July 2024 Drabble #2

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Part 2 (This Part)

Soldier76/Roadhog – Dom/sub; breath control; teaching moment – Nobody say Roadie doesn't look out for teaching moments with his subs.

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Jack immediately starts to struggle against him like a wet cat, though the thump of his back hitting the ground must have knocked quite a bit of air out of him.

Mako can’t clearly hear his words, muffled as they are in the palm of his hand, but it does not take a genius to figure out that Jack is threatening to kill him once he gets back up.

Hog grunts softly. He slowly takes his hand off of the other’s face and shifts his weight minimally. He’s sitting on Jack’s stomach for now, his thick legs hooked across his arms, effectively pinning them down to the ground.

“You’re free to try,” Mako tells him, breath deep and labored from the effort of the few movements he’s done. “After I’ve pounded some sense back into you.”

Jack is staring up at him with a scowl, his face shiny with sweat; both his own and Hog’s as it drips down on him.

“You’re crushing me,” he presses out between grit teeth. He is starting to flush an interesting shade of red; especially when Hog puts just a bit more weight on him, forcing him to stop breathing.

Jack’s eyes look watery and so, so blue in his brick red face. They are staring up at Hog, though he probably can’t even see his face past the massive swell of his gut, only adding to the mounting panic that he would be starting to feel now.

“That’s the idea,” Mako eventually answers. He reaches down, one massive finger hooking into the large silver ring of Jack’s collar. He puts some pressure on it as he relents the immense weight he’s putting on Jack’s stomach and chest, allowing him once more to breathe.

“You’re being a bad boy right now. You know that, don’t you?”

The little sullen silence that follows before the petulant “Fuck you,” is oh-so-precious. Mako wants to coo at him, but that wouldn’t help any right now, would it? Jack has been such a good little submissive since starting their dynamic. Hog had been wondering when he would start acting up.

“Mh. Chose the worst fuckin’ day for it, didn’t you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing. You’ll get it. You’re a smart cookie.”

The heat is pressing down on them impossibly hard. It feels like a thick blanket that’s been draped across Hog’s shoulders and no matter how much he tries, he can’t brush it off. He leans forward some, his massive, sweaty gut pressing down over Jack’s face, muffling his renewed protests until he finally shuts up completely, possibly trying to preserve what little oxygen he still has.

Once Mako is satisfied, he leans back again, listening to him gasp in desperation.

“You… you’re gonna kill me,” Jack grits out. His speech is a little slurred after getting his breath restricted for so long.

Mako hums thoughtfully. He reaches behind himself and searches around for a bit until he finds Jack’s cock. It is desperately hard as has been expected, straining against the tight fabric of his swimwear. It only needs the smallest bit of encouragement by Hog’s gentle fingers to slip out of the confines and slap against the small of his back.

“Either you like that thought. Or you’re lying,” Hog concludes with a matter-of-fact voice just because he knows it drives Jack wild.

He slowly lowers his immense weight once more, pressing it down against his submissive’s ribcage and stomach.

“It’s too hot for you to try being a brat now. But it’s fine. I’ll bite. Was wonderin’ when you’d start actin’ up. S cute.”

He can feel Jack trying to struggle again but by now the fact that he physically can’t fill his lungs with air again must start really putting the fear of God into him. His cock is dragging against Mako’s back, leaving behind little smears of wetness that he wouldn’t be able to say whether they are pre or whether he’s starting to lose the fight against his own bladder.

He waits just a second or two longer, which undoubtedly must feel like an eternity for his boy, before he leans up on his knees again and finally lets him breathe.

Jack pulls in the air quick and fast with a horrible kind of wheezing sound that softens Mako’s attitude a little. When his boy coughs and those coughs quickly devolve into sobbing, the Dom hums thoughtfully once more and shifts a little backwards. He stops holding Jack’s arms down with his legs and instead hunkers down across the other’s thighs and knees, his garbage can lid sized hands brushing across his submissive’s hair.

“It’s fine. You’re fine.”

Mako drags a thumb in a little back-and-forth against Jack’s forehead as he watches him try to hide his face as he just keeps on sobbing. He doesn’t want Mako to see him when he is like this; but his arms also seem largely unresponsive to his own body, just lightly flailing around after Mako’s immense weight had been sitting on them for a while.

After a minute he stops trying and just lies there, ugly sobbing, tears dripping down his temples – all the while he’s still sporting an eager erection. Mako can feel it pressing against the underside of his massive stomach, still leaving smears of pre-cum behind.

He’s not unaffected by the sight as well. He’s getting horny listening and watching to Jack breaking down, but it does not feel right just now to make him take his monster of a cock.

Instead he reaches one arm beneath his own stomach and grabs a hold of Jack’s cock, fingers gentle as they slide against his shaft.

His boy starts to quiet down almost immediately, though he’s still hiccuping and whimpering. Pathetic. Like a much, much younger man.

Mako watches him calmly while slowly petting his adorable little dick.

“Feelin’ better?” he asks once Jack seems back in his own head.

After a second of hesitation, Jack nods awkwardly, his painfully blue eyes off to the side. He can’t make himself look his Dominant in the face right now but that’s alright. They can work up to it.

“Really needed some release, hn? Never had that before. S a big feelin’. S alright. Now ya know.” He leans forward a little, listening to Jack’s breath hitch nervously, thinking he might once again get crushed underneath Hog’s weight.

The heat around them still is intense. It makes Hog’s own head swim a little. He is not exactly in the mood for some lessons and taking care right now, but things sometimes just happen.

He pushes Jack’s cock to be clenched in the warm skin fold of his stomach and his groin. The moment he is enveloped, his expression softens, his eyes twitching back up to Hog’s face.

“Next time ya gotta tell me,” Hog wheezes as he rocks his hips a little so it’ll feel like a cunt is dragging against the old submissive’s cock.

Jack’s mouth opens into a little ‘o’, his hips helplessly fucking up as much as he can; which is not a lot. He lets his head thump back against the warm stone surrounding the pool. It shows off his throat and the collar he is wearing for his Master.

“Not gonna be this nice next time,” Mako tells him.

He can see the flicker of worry entering Jack’s eyes, a bit of the tenseness returning to the lines around his mouth as he clearly wonders: this has been ‘nice’?

Mako hums, not elaborating. He finds that most submissives will keep themselves in check just fine by what their overactive little minds can come up with.

Instead he keeps slowly rocking. And sweating. It acts as some form of lube at least, ensuring neither he nor Jack will get rug burn as he keeps using his skin fold to jerk the other off in the laziest way possible.

Jack finally regains hold of his own arms, throwing one across his eyes as he groans softly in time with Mako rocking himself.

He is a good boy. Usually. It’s the first time he’s been acting up like this; and while Mako would have preferred it to happen at any other time, really, he can’t deny that he enjoyed watching Jack break down crying. Was a lot sexier than he thought it’d be.

Maybe he’ll make him cry again just so he can jerk off to it. Another time, that is.

For now he’ll let him pump out his pathetic little load and then make him clean off his own cum out of Hog’s skin fold before letting himself get washed by him all over.

Of course he could just jump into the water… but where would be the fun in having a cute submissive if he couldn’t punish him every now and then.

And he could ruminate about what to do to him later once night settled in and everything finally started to cool down.

They can still be productive during a vacation, after all.