Patreon Compilation – Fic #76 – Zenyatta/Shimadas – (no Shimadacest) mystical AU; rough sex; gagging (deliberate misunderstanding); slavery – Invisible Ties

It is not easy to get their new acquisition to tremble (or indeed show anything other than calm, mildly amused interest in what the brothers are doing to him). But now, for once, they seem to have managed.

Genji is… over the moon, quite frankly. He is making his way around Zenyatta, watching from all sides as the slave tries to understand what is happening to him.

It’s obvious he can’t wrap his head around the concept of not being able to see someone on his back but still being able to feel them. His eyes, usually squinted in a quiet, calm smile, are big and a bit frightened as he turns his head left and right, peeking over his shoulders, unable to see.

The chains rattle as he rearranges his hands against the floor. They have a little bit of give, but nowhere near enough to let him reach up and around to try and grab onto the presence bearing down on his back.

Hanzo is absolutely quiet; he’s better at this than Genji. It’s a good thing they have decided to let him perform the spell.

Genji comes to a stand still behind Zenyatta. He can see the indents of Hanzo’s fingers in the slave’s hips and thighs; wherever he grabs and squeezes. The boys are spoiled to Kingdom come, but they are good at sharing with each other. Watching Hanzo grope Zenyatta is like being able to do it himself.

He whistles softly through his teeth when the invisible hands spread Zenyatta’s slim cheeks and show off his gorgeous hole. He wonders why they have never played with this spell before now. It is fascinating to watch Zenyatta’s body move; to be able to see everything so clearly when Hanzo puts his invisible thumbs on both sides of the warm little slit and spreads it open just a tad.

“Hnnng!”

The chains are clinking as Zenyatta tries to pull away. He’s never before had any problem with letting them fuck him or play with his body otherwise. He always just… takes it. Something about this has caught him off guard, and the sight is just as fascinating as the one of one of Hanzo’s invisible fingers pushing into Zenyatta and spreading him into a cute little ‘o’, his insides looking dark and warm and wet.

“What is it? You want more?” Genji asks gently. He has to wrench himself from the sight of Hanzo finger fucking their slave, and rounds him to look into his face. Zenyatta has a beautiful voice; nicely modulated and surprisingly deep for a scrawny little house slave such as him, but Hanzo had demanded that they try the gagging spell, seeing as they already had the circle drawn and the herbs out.

Zenyatta’s mouth hangs open, tongue lolling and drooling. It looks like someone has hooked their fingers between his teeth and pried his jaw open, but he knows for a fact that his brother is currently occupied with preparing their little pet for his cock.

Zenyatta’s gentle eyes are on him, big and frightened. Begging.

“Hnnn!”

He makes sounds as if they had stuffed his mouth with something. Drool is dripping down his smooth chin in glistening rivulets. Genji’s belly clenches eagerly, cock throbbing. He crouches down in front of him and pets Zenyatta’s bald head.

“Don’t worry! You’ll get enough to satisfy you!”

Zenyatta shakes his head ‘no’, desperate to make him understand, and Genji’s grin broadens. Oh, he understands… but Zenyatta’s mounting desperation is an unexpected turn-on. His eyes are brimming with tears. Who thought that a little bit of magic would get him so desperate and inconsolable?

But now that he’s thinking about it, he’s never seen Zenyatta use any powers like theirs. Hmm... 

Zenyatta interrupts his thoughts with another inarticulate little noise, and Genji looks up to see the light impression of a hand against the small of his back. Zenyatta’s head twists again, trying to see what is urging him to lower his upper body down.

He fights against it, but eventually the pressure becomes too much and he has to fold. He reaches out, trying to curl his hand around Genji’s ankle, begging him for mercy with his eyes, but the chains are too short and Genji is up and away within moments.

“Oh wow,” he exhales explosively as he sees how wide Zenyatta’s hole is spread now. Hanzo must be gently forcing their slave’s insides to accommodate his cock. Staring at it, seeing how Zenyatta’s insides quiver, Genji thinks that it really is better Hanzo was the one to do this; Genji doesn’t think he could be this deathly quiet when fucking into the erstwhile monk.

Zenyatta’s body simply had a habit of sucking you in, and keeping you nice and warm and cushioned. For someone so tall and thin, he really was quite soft all around. Silky skin, bouncy thighs… wet, clinging insides…

“I can see inside you,” Genji announces, because this view is really quite extraordinary, and he does not want to keep it to himself.

Zenyatta makes a soft gurgling sound. There is a delicious flush on his shoulders, warming up his coffee colored skin. Genji wants to bite him. Zenyatta just looks so yummy.

“You’re so red inside… and wet… You didn’t play with yourself, did you? Maybe you couldn’t wait for us to come in here and molest you.”

He’s slipped up, but Zenyatta does not seem to notice it. He just shakes his head profusely and makes indistinct sounds as he tries to deny the claim. Genji’s smile widens. By now he can hear Hanzo’s heavy breathing as his brother pushes in deeper. Genji can see when the rim pops over the wide ridge of the mushroom tip.

He can also feel a squirt of pre-cum filling his underwear, warm and tacky. Who would have thought that this would look so fucking hot?

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” he rasps. He wanders around Zenyatta again, squatting down next to him. “You were so considerate.”

He can hear Zenyatta trying to speak; to make him understand that he hadn’t prepared himself for their play, and for some reason that only adds to their molestation of him. He couldn’t put his finger on why intentionally misunderstanding the nervous little monk was doing so much to him, but Genji had never been in the habit of questioning his own desires too much.

There’s a soft inhale to his left. Genji knows exactly what that means; moments later, Zenyatta cries out and confirms what he’s thought: He’s rocked forward, scrabbling against the ground and nearly toppling himself over when there is not enough give in his chains for what he is trying to do.

Hanzo is really fucking into him now; dicking Zenyatta in short, intrusive strokes. Genji leans down, looking at the flat belly there. He thinks he can almost see the bulge appearing and disappearing low in Zenyatta’s gut.

“Shit… we should magically enhance our cocks next time, Hanzo,” he says, completely forgetting about pretending like there’s a monster or some kind of invisible force fucking Zenyatta. “I want to see his belly bulge!”

Hanzo grunts. A second later Genji gets cuffed, but he doesn’t really mind it. He has a hand shoved down the front of his pants and is grabbing his cock in a choke hold. He’s never thought that gaining the monk as a slave would be this much fun.

When the people had offered Zenyatta up to their father, neither Hanzo nor Genji had been terribly impressed by the thin man. He’d been too serene and calm for their tastes. Too austere, too.

By now, Zenyatta has become their favorite pet, though. The times that they manage to make him howl are the times that they know they did it well.

He’s not howling now, but he is panting in little desperate gasps, trying to keep his balance and ultimately failing when Hanzo seems to push like a brute, making him topple forward unto his shoulder and face. He hits the ground with an indistinct grunt, hobbled hands beneath him flexing and unflexing their fingers. Genji pats his shoulder and then turns back to watch the magic.

He’s not sure what Hanzo is doing, but he imagines him up on Zenyatta in a mating press. The sight is indescribable. He wishes he could reach into Zenyatta while he is being stretched on an invisible cock and rub against all those slick, slimy looking walls of his guts.

Maybe there was another spell in that book Hanzo unearthed from the family library… Oh, there were so many things they could try out! And Zenyatta was such a thankful little subject to play with.

Cracking his serene exterior is a never ending delight for the brothers.

The sight of Hanzo coming into Zenyatta in thick, pearly ribbons of cum is also something Genji will never forget. He hadn’t even thought that it would become visible as soon as it left Hanzo’s body.

“Next time it’s my turn!” he says roughly. “You just need to see this, Hanzo.”