Patreon Compilation – Fic#108 – Bob/Hanzo – Voyeurism/Exhibitionism; Dirty Talk – All Eyes On Me

Group nights are always nice. Hanzo looks forward to them even though he pretends like he isn’t. He finds himself thinking of them most nights of the week that there is not one; wondering about the names in the old can Jesse puts on the table every goddamn time with a smarmy grin.

He never much participates if it is not him getting drawn from the can, but he also never leaves. He needs to watch. He needs to witness. But most of all he needs the thrill of maybe being the one again. Everybody knows he doesn’t top – or at least does so very rarely.

The fact that ‘everybody knows’ still freaks him out a little. He would have never guessed himself participating in these kinds of sick games, but McCree had a way about him to just draw people in and coax out the worst in them.

Hanzo pretends like he only came into the room by chance. He definitely does not care what names are drawn – except that he is breaking out in sweat when he sees McCree starting to lean forward, his pants riding so low that his hairy crack can be seen. His heart is picking up speed, breath coming short.

“Bob! Hey damn that’s nice… been a while, buddy, hasn’t it?”

The huge Omnic stands up and delicately takes his little hat off. He places it to the side before he begins to open his pants, no real outward sign showing whether he enjoys the duty or not, but… well. He is here, isn’t he? They’re all here out of their own free will. The old soldiers occupying one couch with Gabriel slowly jerking off Jack while they murmur into each other’s ears.

Ana and Lúcio perching like some kind of gargoyles on some seats, ready and eager – though they usually need a bit of time to start slipping out of their clothes if it is not them actively participating.

Mercy and O’Deorain off to the side with the former flushed and looking a weird mix of shy and eager and the latter looking like she could very well go without but is morbidly curious about the nasty shit the others get up to. She never joins in on these group nights.

And all the others. The room is hot with how many bodies are in it; how flushed they all are. Ready. Eager.

Even Winston.

“Hanzo!”

Hanzo almost flinches when McCree suddenly crows his name. He hadn’t been paying attention to him fishing for another name for but a moment-

His dark eyes flick from McCree waving the slip of paper into his general direction with a shit-eating grin, then to Bob who is already stepping out of his pants, a panel in his crotch area smoothly opening to let his cock slip out; long and segmented and weirdly flexible. It is huge. Hanzo’s insides quiver with anticipation and fear in equal measures.

He keeps staring even as the Omnic curls his big hand around it and pumps it slowly as if that would have any effect on the outco- oh. Oh. There is some kind of slick starting to slowly secrete through the different segments. It is as neon green as the tiny optical sensors that have zeroed on on Hanzo with such an… an intent that he can’t help but shudder.

People are staring at him now. McCree’s smarmy grin does not falter.

“Well then? How about you take a ride on the ol’ trusty?” he drawls, looking like he’s seconds from slapping his thigh. Hanzo’s mouth is going dry at the sight of the oozing slick slowly coating Bob’s huge hand and dripping down to the thankfully clean floor. They have pushed carpets and furniture aside just for the express purpose…

“Get a move on, Shimada.” The order is not quite barked but Reyes has a way of making it sound as snide as possible anyway. Hanzo sneers at him – then stands up. His whole body feeling like it is about to vibrate as he makes his way toward the huge Omnic. Bob hasn’t even slipped off his little vest, just gotten out that magnificent cock of his. He knows very well how to show off his assets.

“Been a while, hasn’t it? Haven’t had Bob yet either… think we’re in for a treat tonight, boys and girls and non-binary pals!” McCree sounds like a goddamn announcer. Hanzo’s skin prickles. While he usually detests McCree’s crude demeanor, he can’t say that he does not enjoy it when he is about to get fucked in front of a full room of people that he regularly sees and works with. Still, he pretends like he is ignoring him as he starts to slip out of his own clothes, the air nice and warm and thick against his skin. It’s hard to breathe but that makes it all the better.

He gets naked, preening under the gaze of the others. He’s never been shy about his body even though getting fucked in front of others has been a very new experience. Bob grabs him with those huge hands of his. He is not violent but he is very no-nonsense about the whole affair:

He turns Hanzo and lifts him as if he did not weigh a thing. Hanzo can’t help but kick his legs a little, the sensation of being in the air like a child too alien to keep his body from reacting involuntarily.

Jesse’s grin widens. He has his hand down his sweatpants, stroking his own cock.

“There ya go, Shimada. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I bet it’s gonna be a treat…”

“Why don’t you shut up and let the rest of us enjoy it too, Jessito?” Reyes croons, somehow managing to sound both silky and threatening at the same time. Hanzo shudders, his legs now curled backward, trying to wrap around Bob’s sturdy waist.

He is suspended over the fat Omnic cock, the tip of it nudging against his unprepared hole. There is so much viscous slick that he does not think he’ll need much more anyway. He can already feel his hole getting teased open.

He is breathing faster, eyes jerking to a motion next to them. Zenyatta. The monk looks so dainty next to his hulking Omnic brother. As Hanzo stares at him, confused about his closeness, Bob starts to lower him a little, spreading him open.

“Did you have an upgrade? What is this…?” Zenyatta’s gentle voice fills Hanzo’s head, the apparent disregard of the gentle Omnic to him being speared open on cock only fuelling his desire, perversely enough.

Around him is a low murmur; Jesse and Gabriel arguing, Hana and Lúcio snickering, Zenyatta talking to Bob and listening to whatever weird non-audible language the huge Omnic is issuing out to him. All while Hanzo is getting spread wider and wider; the middle part of Bob’s cock is the fattest.

The farther Hanzo is pushed down onto it – is let down on to it – the more his breath hitches and his lungs burn. His rim has no chance to try and tighten up; the slide is so smooth and well-oiled that he is honestly afraid of Bob just letting go of him now. He is moving, squirming vaguely, grabbing at Bob’s arms and holding on for dear life, the fear of just getting dropped suddenly very real and present in his head.

“Mmhh he’s getting all loopy and panicky now… Look at him, Jackie…” Reyes is watching him out of the corner of his dark, glittering eyes, his hand pulling down on the old Soldier’s cock and revealing his dark pink glans. Jack is indeed staring. Hanzo is suitably sure he hasn’t taken his eyes off of him since he stepped toward Bob. “It’s a big cock to take… doesn’t surprise me one bit.”

Hanzo slips a pit deeper, his guts spread impossibly wide. It feels to him like something would have to tear; like his body would just get destroyed by the massive metal cock slipped into him. He starts to make low sounds of protest, his body lighting up from the extreme spread of his rim, prickling sensations slipping into his limbs and down into his fingertips and toes.

“N-No-” he slurs. Someone, somewhere laughs. He doesn’t know if he is the center of it but his body reacts accordingly nonetheless, his nipples becoming hard and sensitive. Bob moves; he carefully twists around and has Hanzo kneel on an armchair while Hanzo squirms and squawks out sounds of nervous protest. He can’t be dropped now!

There’s more laughter around, derisive. Someone says ‘stupid cocksleeve’ but he can’t tell who it is.

“Just takes a bit of a stretch and suddenly he ain’t that high-and-mighty anymore…”

Bob does not seem impressed by any of Hanzo’s squirming. He grabs his arms and gently twists them around. Makes them grab the backrest in front of him so he has room to start and move his hips, reaming him slow and patient. There’s the gentle murmur of Zenyatta but Hanzo can’t understand him over the rush of blood in his ears. His heart is beating frantically, his insides quivering and pathetic as his body gets pushed along like nothing more than a toy. His cock is hard and pulsing and painful but all he is aware of are the voices around him, seemingly coming closer, ringing him in.

“Think you should keep his name out of the can for a few weeks. Don’t think he’ll be able to recover from that one soon enough.”

“Yeah! He’s gonna be all sloppy!”

There’s more snickering. Hanzo groans low and drawn out, pressing his forehead between his hands. His body feels stuffed too full. Swollen. Bloated.

Bob fucks gentle but mercilessly. He forces the orgasm out of Hanzo before he is ready for it. His massive cock is pressing against his bladder so hard that he starts to babble and scrabble at the fabric, afraid that he is pissing instead of coming.

He could be doing both. He doesn’t know. Everything is hot and red and dark and his body is going numb with the overload.