Patreon Comp – Fic#88 – Akande/Zenyatta – size kink; Overpowering; stuffing

Akande’s arm shoots out the second Zenyatta’s feet touch the marble floor with barely a soft pap to be heard.

The huge hand curls around Zenyatta’s forearm. It is big and strong enough that it seems like it might be able to just snap the bone if it wanted to.

“Where are you going, little monk?” the giant murmurs silkily. He turns his head a little to be able to peer at Zenyatta with one hooded, dark eye. The intelligence in his gaze is cutting, even clearly sleepy as he still is.

“I was under the assumption you were still asleep,” Zenyatta replies mildly, smiling serenely when Akande scoffs, slowly pulling his prey back into the large bed with him.

“I did not give you permission to leave,” he murmurs. As he rolls onto his back, he pulls Zenyatta easily on top of him. There’s skin and muscle seemingly everywhere the monk touches. Akande pours off heat like a furnace, but by far the hottest point is his cock pressed along the seam of Zenyatta’s supple thighs.

He’s not fully erect yet, but he’s already swollen; either from interest or sleep. Zenyatta stares back at him, heartbeat picking up considerably. His hole is still tender and swollen from last night, and the thought of getting stuffed with that monster again so soon has him as much excited as it scares him.

“I know. I was trying to flee,” he replies placidly, though the hitch in his breath gives him away anyway.

Akande’s sleepy smile stretches into a predatory, wolfish grin. The huge body bucks and moves, rolling over and burying Zenyatta beneath it like a landslide.

“I appreciate your honesty,” he croons as he crushes the helpless monk into the mattress, hips rolling to drag his cock against Zenyatta’s soft belly, heavy breeder balls completely burying the other man’s junk beneath their humid drape. “It shall not go unrewarded.”

He finally pushes up enough to let Zenyatta gasp for breath. The monk’s brown face is flushed, docile eyes looking a bit wet and glassy from the lack of oxygen before he starts to blink profusely, looking up at Akande again.

“And what… might your reward for me be?” he asks slowly, though the way he starts to rub his thighs together makes it clear he knows exactly what is going to happen.

Akande grins at him broadly, hips hunching, dragging his cock and balls against Zenyatta once more.

“You’re a smart little cookie. I am sure you can figure it out.” His huge hand gently brushes over Zenyatta’s bald head like one would pet a dog, thumb slowly rubbing across the dots tattooed meticulously into his forehead. “And here I thought you had forgotten all about those little friends of yours…”

Zenyatta smiles slightly, his slender hands gripping Akande’s huge biceps and squeezing them affectionately.

“Nothing could make me forget them,” he replies honestly.

Akande’s calm expression darkens somewhat. He kneels up, his huge body on display for Zenyatta to take in. It is a quite intimidating sight, especially with his cock swinging heavily between his muscular thighs.

“We will see about that,” he murmurs, pulling Zenyatta’s legs apart.

There is still lube on the bedside table. Akande is not shy about liberally applying it. He might have dragged Zenyatta against his will into his lair, seducing him and enjoying his body often times multiple times per night, but… he has never been violent about it.

Zenyatta has to admit, if almost a bit reluctantly, that Akande had been nothing but a gentleman about the whole thing. Well… as much as one could be in these circumstances, he supposes.

His huge fingers are gentle as they reach between his cheeks and rub against his hole, and his forehead is creased in concentration as he pushes two of them in easily, thick knuckles rubbing against the loose muscles.

The sensation of being filled again so soon after Akande had used his body mere hours ago has a low burn spreading through his limbs. Zenyatta’s knees shift restlessly, his heels against his little ass, thighs falling apart wide without any prompting.

Akande groans softly, his fingers crooking, searching for Zenyatta’s oversensitive prostate.

“I appreciate your willingness to play along regardless,” he croons, dark eyes roaming over Zenyatta’s body, but returning again and again to the wide, lewd spread of his thighs, Zenyatta’s slender cock lying against his fluttering, concave belly to drool into the delicious little divot of his bellybutton. “I also appreciate your flexibility… quite a bit.”

He digs his fingers against the swollen little gland he can feel through Zenyatta’s squishy, hot intestines, and is rewarded with the monk’s unflappable exterior finally breaking so he can whine and put his hands over his face, hiding himself away for a moment.

“I don’t think any of your little friends could give you what I can give you,” Akande croons softly. His thumb is brushing over Zenyatta’s balls, just to feel how silky soft and round they are. They’re just as adorable as the rest of the man. They look delicious enough to make his mouth water.

Zenyatta makes a little sound, but it is choked and barely intelligible behind the barrier of his hands. Akande plays with the thought of dragging them away – Zenyatta’s wrists are thin enough that he could easily hold them in one hand – but he lets him be for the moment.

He’ll come around soon enough. They always do.

Especially when he finally drags his fingers out of his soft, stretched hole and instead puts his erection against it.

The hot and swollen muscle immediately begins to move against the swollen tip like a little mouth; giving him smacking kisses as he lightly rocks his hips to just nudge against Zenyatta’s hole and then pull back once more.

When he finally pushes in, it is slow and gentle but on one long, continuous slide that has Zenyatta’s hands wrench away from his face. His plump little mouth is stretched into a shocked ‘o’; his usually docile eyes just as big and round as he stares up at Akande ranging above him and filling him so slowly and unrelentingly with dick.

Everything about the monk is just so… delicious. Long and slender and so soft… His belly is so slim that Akande can watch the bump of his cock as it begins to push up above his pelvis, going as far as to push Zenyatta’s slender little cock out of the way and make it slide into the crease of his thighs.

Zenyatta’s fingers are moving slowly, curling and uncurling, his face slack. He looks brainless for a few delicious moments, simply put on the spot by the sheer girth splitting him open and filling his insides with cock.

Akande is used to having sleeves hanging off of his dick; for a man with his dimensions there is little else possible, but Zenyatta… Zenyatta is a special little treat in the long line of bimbos gurgling as Akande fucked them until they swore up and down they could feel his dick crawling up their throats.

Zenyatta is just such a special little treat because he didn’t become vulgar or whiny or frightened. He just took and… accepted it, no matter how impossible the stretch and filling seemed to be.

He lies there, open and vulnerable, and does not try to clench his supple thighs to force Akande out, or makes any attempts at crawling away. He does slap a hand over his plump little mouth as if in shock, even after the umpteenth time of getting filled so completely and irreversibly, and looks down his body to watch the same magic that Akande is staring at.

Zenyatta might look like a sweet little thing, but he is just as much a freak as Akande is. He might be missing his little friends, but his protests have been few and far between. When it comes down to it, he likes what is happening. Maybe even craves it.

He wants to be buried beneath a mountain of a man. He wants his breath to be taken away as he is crushed beneath a wall of muscle and his insides filled with cock until his eyes feel like popping out of his skull.

He wants to be used and played with and sullied until that big brain of his is finally fucked stupid and flatlining for just a few delirious seconds as his whole body has to reboot just because he finally got fucked so well.

None of his little friends can give him this thrill. Akande just knows that if they even had the balls to try and fuck the little slut they would be gentle and careful about it. They would think he is a soft little virgin that only likes flowery little lovemaking sessions.

They didn’t understand what Zenyatta really needs. They wouldn’t be able to wrap their unimaginative little heads around it.

And now Zenyatta has understood this too. Akande can see it in the lax way his mouth is hanging open.

He grins like a wolf and bucks deeper inside the hot little body.

He’s won.