Extension of 1st June 2020 Drabble

Jesse is a natural in front of the camera, if only because he clearly has no higher brain function at the moment than responding to anything Gabriel is ordering him to do. His always sleepy looking, heavy lidded eyes sloppily track his master as Gabriel moves about behind the laptop to get the things he needs.

Jack is sitting off to the side where the camera can’t catch him and watches the chat scroll by. They think Jesse is wasted something bad, and from what he can read out of the slew of messages, they don’t mind at all.

Fat, hairy bitch

You think hell remember tomorrow?

Fck he’s so hot

Spread ur legs bitch!!!

Jack glances up to Gabriel, lifts his phone and turns it around for him to see what the chat is up to. Gabriel smirks, his eyes glimmering red for just a moment before he nods and looks over to Jesse sitting there, back slumped, just quietly staring at Gabriel, waiting for any command.

“Spread your legs,” he tells him, and Jesse does without complaint or question, if slowly and a bit dream like. There’s no audio going through the stream right now; just the video feed of Jesse leaning back a little and spreading his muscled thighs, his heavycock and balls sliding down between them until the fat breeder sack rests on the cool bedsheets.

“Damn, he’s delicious,” Gabriel croons. Jack only nods quietly. He still does not look completely happy with it, even though his shorts are straining over his erection; tight enough to let Gabriel see the outline of his swollen tip looking delicious enough to just pop into a mouth and suckle on it.

“Hey, cowboy. Get yourself hard.”

Gabriel almost expects the poor bastard to need instructions on how to do it, but after a long moment of nothing happening, he starts to move his big paw of a hand to grab his heavy, limp cock.

The chat goes wild when Jesse’s thumb drags back on the heavy droop of his foreskin, exposing a smooth, shiny tip for just a second before pushing the silky fold back over it. It’s an absolutely mesmerizing sight. The last time Gabriel has properly fucked around with Jesse, they’ve still been in Blackwatch.

Jesse had been lean and and young; just a stud in the making, really. There had been a lot less hair and a lot more muscle.

There’s still muscle on McCree now, but buried beneath a thick layer of fat that Gabriel wants to grab into  and squeeze between his fingers something mean. Staring at the hairy fold of his belly above the fattening line of his cock is delicious enough to make him want to bite it.

In Jesse’s fist, his cock is growing, thick veins bulging at the sides. He pulls back on the foreskin again to show the swollen tip and rub his palm across it in a tight, almost painful looking maneuver that Gabriel can’t wait to replicate one of these days when Jesse is not deep down and hypnotized by his smoke.

Gabriel inhales sharply and grabs a can of energy drink he’s found in the very back of their fridge.

“Here. Put that next to your dick,” he grunts roughly as he pushes it into Jesse’s free hand. Jesse fumbles around with it and takes a stupid long time until he finally manages to line the cool little can up next to his swollen cock, showing the chat a nice comparison.

Shit there’s another dude there

You seen that arm? Another muscle daddy or some shit

fuck babe show yourself what u did to that poor bastard

“They like your arm, Gabe,” Jack murmurs. He tries to sound dry but the breathlessness gives him away anyway as he, too stares at the comparison. He’s there in person but it’s still hard to believe just how massive Gabriel is. He’s always hated the kid’s swagger, walking like his balls hurt, but damn he can understand it now.

“Do they now,” Gabriel answers distractedly. He grabs a beer bottle and reaches over, pulling the slim can out of Jesse’s unresisting hand and making him pose with the beer bottle instead.

“Damn, Jackie… look at him. Braindead himbo if I ever saw one.”

“Yeah…” Jack murmurs, one hand now in his shorts, pulling his dick out under Gabriel’s smug grin.

“You still think he wouldn’t love doing this anyway? I’m surprised he’s not whipping his dick out any time he gets a chance to just to show off.”

Jack is honestly surprised too. McCree seems like the least restrained guy in existence, but maybe they had to give him a little credit at least.

“Alright… put the bottle away,” he orders Jesse who slowly follows suit, putting the beer next to him on the bed after what looked like considerable consideration on his part.

As one last treat Gabriel takes a ruler and puts it next to Jesse’s cock, one eye on the camera feed which he adjusts with his fog until it is properly focused on the action. Jack has half an eye on the chat. They’re crude and derogatory. Jack wants to pretend he’s better than that, but the truth is that they get him almost as hot as the sight of Jesse near drooling, staring at Gabriel, waiting for some kind of order that he can follow.

It is just… exciting. He knows Gabriel’s body. Gabriel knows his body. They’ve been together for decades, after all. Being able to see Jesse like this; have a prime seat to stare at his hirsute body and big dick, and feel the urge to grab at his fat and really squeeze it, is a novelty that Jack savors.

Gabriel looks fucking smug, but there’s nothing to do about it. He’ll just have to deal with his ‘I told you so’s.

“Alright, that’s enough. Go on, bastard. Give us a show,” Gabriel orders roughly when he finally takes the ruler away. When Jesse just stares at him, he rolls his eyes and snaps: “Jerk off.”

Jack snorts. He leans back, bracing himself on one hand while the other is leisurely dragging over his cock.

“You’re always railing at me for being a boring fuck for wanting to do it missionary. Now you got him dancing after your tune and you only let him jerk off?” he teases. He can see how it gets under Gabriel’s skin as he grinds his teeth, smoke starting to pour off of him to curl around Jesse whose eyes flutter close before he inhales it deeply, his hirsute barrel chest expanding with it.

Ah shit they’re smoking pot no wonder the dude’s so high

Jack barks a laugh that sounds a bit crazed even in his ears but he only shakes his head when Gabriel throws him a short glance.

When Gabriel gives his next order, Jesse is moving a bit faster than before. His eyes have taken on somewhat of a feverish glance. He moves on all fours, putting his fat hairy ass on display for the camera, his ballsack ruddy red and silky looking as it swings between his thick, scarred thighs.

Jack looks down at the chat, and how they are going crazy for the sight of this bear showing himself off like a slut. By the time he looks back up, Gabriel has given him a dildo drenched in slick. He’s helpfully spreading the cheeks for McCree, fingers digging into the meat, and thumbs lightly carding the thick fur in the crack apart so the camera can take a good shot of McCree’s little cunt, the slit looking delicious enough to make Jack’s belly do a slow, lazy flip.

“Doesn’t look like he gets fucked a lot,” he murmurs, voice gone even deeper and more rumbly as he grips his cock like a lifeline.

“Wouldn’t surprise me if the bastard is too fucking lazy to try and get laid,” Gabriel replies softly, his voice all silky and purring, clearly distracted by the sight himself as Jesse begins to drag the wet tip of the dildo through his crack, getting the fur there wet and matted with it. He’s uncoordinated, the blunt tip glancing off of his clenching little slit again and again.

The chat thinks he’s a goddamn natural tease. Jack thinks that whatever Gabriel’s smoke is doing to Jesse’s brain is making him into an even sloppier bastard than he usually is.

Would McCree have done any of this if it weren’t for Gabriel hypnotizing him? How would he feel when he woke up from it, ass feeling tender from fucking himself on a dildo? Would he remember how he got delegated to maid duties for their viewing pleasure before showing himself off on a live stream?

“I’ll let him go to sleep like this,” Gabriel purrs as if he had read Jack’s thoughts. “Right here, cock up his used cunt. I need to see what he’ll do when he wakes up like this.”

At least that would answer a few questions.