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Patreon Compilation – Fic#321 – Reinhardt/Gabriel – microcock!Gabriel; medically enhanced cock!Reinhardt; knotting – Small Toy 5
🕑 Added 2025-01-22 06:57:49 +0000 UTCReinhardt/Gabriel – Reinhardt got in a little accident in Winston's lab and got saddled with a cock that temporarily gives him a knot and a bit of a feral mindset. He immediately seeks out his mate to breed him up good :)
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Gabriel is not flat-out refusing, but he does squirm in Reinhardt’s grip when he tries to get to the bathroom but is caught around the hips instead. He’s eyeing the prominent bulge in the blanket thrown over Reinhardt’s lap. He doesn’t need to do rocket science to figure out what the old man wants even if Reinhardt is still too sleepy to say as much, putting his face against Gabriel’s fat ass and snuggling into the plump cheek with a sigh.
“You smell…” thee old man starts and Gabriel shudders, goosebumps rising all over his body. He can hear him inhale long and slow, Reinhardt’s fingers moving idly to first just pet his skin and then to slide over and touch the nub of his tiny cock. “...irresistible,” comes the breathed out verdict eventually. His voice sounds a bit deeper. Rougher. Like he’s talking around a mouth full of sharp teeth and that, coupled with the new developments from yesterday, leaves Gabriel just standing there and staring.
Staring as Reinhardt shifts and the blanket moves, sliding off and revealing his massive erection with the added bit of loose skin at the base. Loose skin that, according to a slightly frazzled Winston would swell up into a knot. And Gabriel is not too firm on how it works but he can see that that thing will inflate to the size of a fat fist and the thought is getting him desperately hot, even if he would be too embarrassed to admit.
Reinhardt chuckles. His fingertip lightly brushes against Gabriel’s micro cock, sending sensual shivers up his spine. He tilts his hips forward into the touches and is rewarded by that same fingertip slowly starting to round his glans as if it were a clit.
“Someone is excited… very good. Because I need to use your delicious little pussy,” Reinhardt purrs. He never has had a filter or a sense of shame but what is now swinging along with those words make him sound darker. More… animalistic? Gabriel shudders. He reaches down, curling his hands around Reinhardt’s wrists, but not pulling him away.
“You need to… use it,” he echoes. His mouth goes dry at the thought. Of letting Reinhardt fuck him like a toy. Like a cocksleeve. Of laying down and letting him cram that massive cock and even more substantial knot into Gabriel’s body while Gabriel’s own dick is too small to get any proper friction in the sheets. It’s not about his pleasure this time.
He closes his eyes, breathing deep and slow, trying to calm himself down at the sudden onslaught of feelings.
Reinhardt doesn’t care about that. He is a bit different than he usually is, probably due to the little accident from yesterday, but Winston assured them that it would only be temporary; and Gabriel can’t say that he minds all too much. He likes how Reinhardt is still gentle but very no-nonsense about what he wants. He likes that he is not being asked if he even wants to get fucked right now. He’s just gently pulled back into the bed and arranged just like he was fantasizing a moment ago: on his front with his thickly muscled thighs spread just enough to offer access to his hole.
Again, he can hear Reinhardt sniffing at him; starting at the nape of his neck and slowly trailing down his spine. “You smell… you smell so good,” Reinhardt groans. “I can’t stop sniffing you-”
Gabriel grits his teeth, pressing his face against his forearms when he feels the tickle of Reinhardt’s breath ghosting across the crack of his ass, stopping at his hole where he inhales deep and unashamed, then suddenly grabbing him by the hips and rolling him over anyway so he can start nosing and sniffing at his cock.
“Your tiny clit smells so delicious,” Reinhardt purrs.
Gabriel can feel his tiny dick twitching. A pearl of pre-cum must be trembling at the piss slit because Reinhardt’s big tongue comes out, swiping it up and making delicious static fizzle up in Gabriel’s ears.
He’s rearranged again. Back onto his front, large hands sliding down his shoulders, over his back, circling the dip of his waist and the subsequent swell of his hips. Reinhardt is… not saying anything, which is quite unusual, but his breathing is there the whole time; loud and labored, like he has genuine trouble keeping himself in somewhat of a human mindset.
Gabriel groans softly, shifting his thighs that little bit further apart, lifting his ass and flashing his swollen, fucked-out rim at Reinhardt; because he’s getting spread on that massive cock so often, it never really closes up anymore. It always looks swollen and obscene and well loved.
“My sweet little whore,” Reinhardt groans. He shifts, crawling over Gabriel’s back and letting him feel the fever hot tip of his dick poking against his ass cheeks. He leaves behind little smears of pre-cum that make Gabriel feel sticky and somehow even needer for a fucking. He presses his forehead harder against his forearms and rocks his hips back and forth; into the bedding and up into Reinhardt’s hips, trying to catch his cock between his cheeks and hotdog him while also attempting to feel some kind of friction against his dicklet.
He doesn’t manage either of those feats; all he does manage is to push himself into a frenzy and have Reinhardt laugh at him as if he were the one that had been involved in a freak accident that left him more animal than human-
“Easy now. Let me see that pretty pussy,” Reinhardt croons. He shifts a little and suddenly the crown of his cock is kissing up to Gabriel’s hole. Gabriel holds his breath, his fingers digging into the blanket. He tries to remain nice and still…
“Going to breed you up, princess,” Reinhardt whispers with that growl in his voice that has Gabriel’s toes curling and his breath hitching despite himself. “Going to fuck into your sloppy pussy and breed you up. Pump you so full that your body has no chance but to work it over into something for me. Going to dick you so deep and so good that you’ll come from your pussy alone and I’ll completely have delegated your tiny cock into nothing but my pretty little clit.”
Gabriel thinks he might make a sound on that. He’s not all that sure because Reinhardt doesn’t give him a moment to fully wrap his head around what the old man said before he suddenly fucks into him.
His cock is a perfect shape that Gabriel has gotten used to over time; he’d be able to point it out in a thousand other dicks. But getting it rammed up his ass, his muscles suddenly stretched and his intestines filled with dick has him scrabbling at the headboard, at the bedding, at his own sanity as his spine bends itself and he nearly headbutts Reinhardt in the face with the back of his skull.
Reinhardt is damn near howling with laughter. He presses one hand on the back of Gabriel’s shoulder, pushing him back down and bracing himself to ride him hard and fast. His shins are hooked across the backs of Gabriel’s knees, keeping him immobile as he is filled and emptied in rapid succession.
Reinhardt always fucks well, but tonight it feels like he’s a good twenty years younger and wants to carve a space out inside Gabriel dick first. His mouth is hanging open, nanites struggling to do… something as Reinhardt fucks him into the mattress and growls into his ear, his hot breath puffing against the back of his neck and making him truly feel like he is getting fucked by some large, rabid dog.
That feeling only intensifies when Gabriel’s breath starts to come in little staccato bursts, his hips slowing down but somehow growing more fierce in their thrusts as he starts to cram his cock deeper and deeper into Gabriel.
“Gonna fill you up,” Reinhardt gasps. “Breed you full. Gonna get you so fat and pregnant my pretty little princess with the cutest little clitty-dick. Gonna get you fat on my cum-”
He emphasizes the words with harsh thrusts into Gabriel that have stars exploding in front of his eyes. He wants to say ‘yes’ and ‘please’. He wants to start begging for Reinhardt’s seed and for him to make him a proper woman. The thought does not compute in his head; it jerks through his body so discordant and weird that it hurls him over the edge into orgasm. He nearly bites his tongue as he shakes through it, his tiny dick soiling itself with the thick, creamy load it pushes out. He almost isn’t aware of the knot starting to grow inside him-
until it becomes far too big to ignore.
He cries out, back arching, his orgasm renewing – and Reinhardt scruffs him with one large hand on the back of his neck, holding on, holding him down, making him take it and making him accept his impossibly fat knot as he breeds him up good and proper.
As he pumps him full until he can feel the heat in his stomach and his thoughts turn into a mushy, bimbo-like mess as he thinks ‘Yes. Finally. A purpose’.
