July 2019 Drabble #1

It had started as a kind of joke, McCree holding down a weakly struggling and nervously giggling Lúcio while Reinhardt straddles his head and smears his huge breeding balls all over his face, but it has since become something a lot… filthier, as so many things do.

Reinhardt’s balls are big and heavy, the skin loose with his advanced years, making them hang deep and ripe.

And McCree had giggled along like the big kid that he is, but Lúcio had stopped whining and struggling after just a few moments, and he had become curiously quiet as well, just staring with an open mouth as the old crusader dragged his sac across Lúcio’s hot cheeks and along the bridge of his nose.

It’s been a long while since Reinhardt has been propositioned by anybody, but since then, he has had a line of people outside his rooms wanting to come in and not only get a little loving from the old man but also get a good grope in off his huge balls.

Or, in McCree’s case, a good sniff.

It is exciting; especially for Reinhardt who hasn’t had the opportunity to empty his breeder balls into a warm little hole in quite a while – but they all agree that it is even more exciting, when the recipient is a bit… unwilling.

Like the old Soldier or the elder Shimada, who both have to be held down and restrained so Reinhardt can sit his ass down on their faces and suffocate them in the loose, warm skin of his sac until they can’t help but have to open their mouths wide so they can keep breathing.

Reinhardt’s favorite part, for some reason, is the fact that the good doctor is right there to cheer them on when they fuck around with either of the two. Maybe Morrison has groped her ass one too many times, or Shimada has been too much of a prissy bitch, but seeing her with her face flushed red and one hand down her jeans as he makes one of them choke on his ripe testicles is… good.

He personally also likes when Mei is coming to him, shy and chubby but also very eager. She’ll take off her glasses and neatly put them to the side and then he just has to sit backwards on a chair with his testicles hanging over the edge to have her grope and fondle them with both of her small hands, then press her face against them and inhale deeply.

Sometimes she’ll send him a sweet message in the morning, asking very politely for him to work out so she can rub her face in his sweaty sac, and… he can’t deny her that, can he?

They all somehow get addicted.

Even the two recalcitrant bastards will sneak into his room and shamefully try to suck one huge nut into their mouths, teary eyed with the sharp smell of his sweat and funk but unable to help themselves.

They don’t have to threaten Reinhardt to keep him quiet. He doesn’t kiss and tell anyway.