Warning! This story contains deep ass-licking and is very, very sloppy! Lots of choking on dick ahead! If you're worried you might be sick, please ask Giorno Giovanna to heal your little dicklet, so it reverts to its true form: A PUSSY! Really though, hope you enjoy! This story is a commission and there are two sequels for it already being written! Please make sure you COMMENT and favourite if you like this story!


 




A mysterious organisation has earned the attention of Overwatch and not in the right way. This organisation is known for its assassinations – at least, that’s what Overwatch higher-ups have told the heroes that have been sent to thwart whatever plans the group has in South Africa. Colonel Bischoff, the man overseeing this operation, is working together with the United States Marine Corps (USMC) on the coast of the country, Mosselbaai. He has several dozen highly trained marines as well as two hundred soldiers from the US Army – and to top that off, he’s working with Overwatch. For the mission, he requested four heroes with military training and two supporter-types.
 
Accepting his request, the people overseeing Overwatch’s operations sent him the following agents: Soldier: 76, D.Va, Shadow, Reinhardt, Mercy, and Lucio. Colonel Bischoff was pleased when he learned his team would have the famed German legend, Reinhardt and the Vigilante Soldier:76. He knew quite a lot about Soldier:76 having served with him in the military on a few tours in the Middle East, and Reinhardt’s reputation alone was impressive. The tales of the man’s heroics were like something from a storybook, but having met Reinhardt once himself, Bischoff believed every word of those tales. D. Va was also quite reputable. Bischoff had the pleasure of seeing the MEKA core in action, it wasn’t Hana Song herself, but he was still impressed by what he saw. Mercy and Lucio were heroes he didn’t have much knowledge of, but as healers who utilise high-tech medicine, he was glad to have them under his command.
 
Shadow, however, has little known information. ‘Patrick Rator’ – a soldier that was raised by mercenaries from the age of six – those mercenaries all being former soldiers that left their own countries to pursue glory and fortune. Mercy vouched for him and told the Colonel he’d be a great asset to the team.
 
As if Talon wasn’t enough… now there’s some dark organisation calling itself The Syndicate. If Talon and the Syndicate are working together, then… The colonel clicked on the left mouse button, clicking the name Gabriel Reyes: code-named Reaper. What the hell were you doing in Russia two years ago?
 
Shadow was six years old when his parents were casualties in a terrorist attack in North America sixteen years ago. It was a planned attack on an Overwatch celebration that had thousands of people nearby attending. Although dozens of innocent lives were lost that day, the damage was mitigated and could have been much worse. Among those lives were Darren and Susanne; Patrick’s mother and father. There were no heroics. They didn’t try to protect him – they never had the chance to. Their bodies were blown apart as an explosion took out a nearby wall, sending them flying and in pieces. If Patrick had just taken another step forward only a second earlier, he would have died as well.
 
The danger wasn’t over; however, as men with guns stormed the memorial and began trying to kill anyone they could. Heroes such as Soldier: 76, Reinhardt, and Reaper, as well as dozens of soldiers,  were there to stop the carnage before the slaughter could get any worse. Two male soldiers: an American and a Brit, managed to eliminate a masked terrorist before he could take the six-year-old Patrick hostage. With no other family to go to, one of the men took Patrick under his care until he could figure a better alternative out. However, three months later, that soldier known as Lieutenant Jackson, deserted the military and took Patrick with him. It turned out that Jackson and several other men and women were planning to form a mercenary corps that would lend their services to those that Overwatch and the Military would overlook.
 
Jackson began raising Patrick to fight. If he had nowhere else to go, Jackson decided he could be useful as a soldier. Though, that wasn’t the only reason. Jackson hated the idea of Patrick being unable to defend himself in such a dangerous world. Though he may not ever have shown Patrick a lot of emotional support, the other mercenaries that worked with Jackson knew he cared more and more for the boy every day.
 
Jackson was an African American man who, despite no longer being in the military, kept his head shaved. He began teaching Patrick necessary defence and hand-to-hand combat skills by the age of eight. By the age of ten, Patrick could floor men three times his size using their weight and size against them. At age ten to age twelve, Jackson instructed Patrick in the proper care and respect of guns. He drilled Patrick through disassembling and reassembling the Smith & Wesson M&P 40 he gave him. Eventually, the child was able to pull it apart and put it back together in barely a minute.
 
Once Jackson was sure Patrick understood just how dangerous a weapon was, he had him shooting bottles and cans. He increased the range the shots were taken every few sessions until Patrick could shoot his targets from a safe distance.
 
There were around twenty people in the mercenary band. A wide variety of religious beliefs could be found among the members, as many came from different countries. Their leader was Jackson, and he accepted anyone willing to work. However, there were two conditions: One – You keep what you earn, and you eat what you make. Two – Rape, murder, and theft were against the rules. If anyone broke the rules, Jackson would banish them.
 
Patrick was still young at this point, but he considered everyone that travelled with him and Jackson across countries and seas to be his family. They were all kind people who smiled at him whenever he was in sight. They seemed to enjoy having him around, and Patrick had found a home after his parents died.
 
Patrick Rator could remember the faces of every one of those men and women. They were all a part of his childhood, teen-years, and even young-adulthood. Tsu Chang, a former member of the Chinese Military Police, always cooked delicious food for the boy and also gave him candy sometimes. Elle Marakov and her twin brother Ellen fought each other like cats and dogs, but their care for him was genuine. They were former Japanese Special Forces, and their skill on the battlefield was spectacular.
 
Ellen, the older of the two, was beautifully proficient in the art of Nicho-gama. Patrick often sat and watched as Ellen practised with the two short-handed scythes. It was like watching an exotic dancer perform for royalty; his movements were graceful and perfect.
 
By the time Patrick reached the age of 12, he had asked Ellen to train him how to use the weapons. Ellen laughed and asked the boy to get permission from his father. Naturally, Elle smacked her older brother over the back of the head. Ellen felt terrible for saying something so insensitive, but Patrick didn’t seem bothered. He remembered what happened to his parents, but it didn’t get him down every time he thought about it. Besides, Mister Jackson pretty much is my…
 
When Patrick asked for permission, Jackson seemed hesitant at first and shot Ellen a look that made his skin crawl. The Asian man knew that if any serious harm came to Patrick, he’d regret it. The training started the next day, and Ellen ran Patrick through basic movements. Initially, he was made to use sticks and swing them around as if he was some baton dancer, except Patrick didn’t have the gracefulness. Patrick did this for months, and his skill in dual-wielding steadily kept increasing. It wasn’t until a year later Patrick was able to move around with the deadly bladed weapons even half, as well as Ellen, could. But the training continued, and by the time Patrick was fifteen, he was able to compete with Ellen with the weapons. He had already mastered the art of Chudan and Kata Kanegawa: respectfully, defensive, and offensive styles using the Nicho-gama. Sometimes the two of them even had sparring matches in front of the group. Patrick enjoyed being able to entertain all the people he loved.
 
Patrick’s childhood went from being horrifying and lonely to a life filled with laughter and happiness. All the adults were kind and taught the boy a lot. Jackson, the man Patrick saw as a father, taught him how to fire a gun. Ellen, who Patrick considered an older brother, showed him how to fight like a ninja and wield the Nicho-gama expertly. Elle and Tsu were both like older sisters. Elle often sat with Patrick and showed him how to read and write. Tsu taught survival and how to cook.
 
The younger children began seeing Patrick like an older brother as the years went on. At the age of sixteen, Patrick was showing promise. Jackson wondered if he was old enough to handle going on a mission soon.
 



 
Angela was rifling through several sheets of paper. She bit her lip in frustration. There were so many names to go through - heroes, soldiers, staff, so many people worked on this base, yet why was the medical division so understaffed? Aside from her, she believed there to be... What? Three other medical practitioners? None of them was as skilled as she, and that irked her. What the hell? Is it that hard to find a few doctors? She was proud of her ability as a healer, but it was a lot of damned work having to take care of what she felt to be 80% of the patients. It's not that the others weren't hard workers, it's just that she's so good at her job that she's able to do what even the best can't. Angela needed a break. A distraction.
 
Oooh… Yes, he’ll do.  The doctor flicked her pen off her chin repeatedly and pondered as she saw the picture of the hero the name ‘Shadow’ next to it. She pressed a button on her transceiver and paged her assistant who was sitting at a desk just outside her office. "J.C, would you mind fetching Pat- uh, the hero named Shadow for me, please?"
 
"Yes Ma'am", J.C responded, then typed up the name on his computer and wrote down the information. The soldier left to perform his duty; it would probably only take fifteen minutes or so to reach the apartment-complex. All Overwatch heroes currently on the base get special privileges, i.e., private rooms. He’d be sleeping underneath one of his army buddies on a bunkbed. It was a good life, but he wished Corporal Thompson would lay off the broccoli. Gassy bastard.
 
*** Soldiers ***
 
Boredom is the number one killer… Bounce. Bounce. A small tennis ball bounced off the ceiling of the small room. The challenge was to throw it as high as he could without actually touching the roof. Every time he did, he lost a point. A sigh left the young blonde’s hair when he heard the 5^th thump. I concede. You win this time, apartment-building roof. The tennis ball fell to the floor beside the man’s bed and bounced a few times before it rolled under a desk in the corner of the room. Boredom claimed him once again. Mosselbaai wasn’t the worst place to be stationed, but he wished there was more action, more fun. We’re in South Africa, and I can’t even go and see some lions! What kind of joke is this, I-
 
Knock, knock, knock!
 
The blonde’s chin touched his chest as he looked toward the door, then stood up to answer it. Usually, he had these hours to himself, but a visit was not unwelcomed right now: Anything that could break the monotony…
 
When the door opened, Corporal Jensen saluted but was surprised by how young the hero was. So this is Shadow? I expected someone weathered. The 19-year-old soldier noted the hero’s shoulder-length, shaggy blonde hair, a few small cuts on the lower left side of his face, and an athletic body hidden under a grey pair of track pants and a white muscle shirt. Jensen wondered if he could become a hero, too. “Evening, Mister Shadow.”
 
The blonde stifled a laugh, Mister Shadow? He checked the soldier’s nametag and the badge above. “At ease, Corporal Jensen,” the hero returned his salute, a reflex from his time as a mercenary. “Call me Patrick. So, how can I help you?”
 
Jensen assumed Shadow, or rather, Patrick would be selfish and egotistical. He’s a powerful hero at such a young age. Guess not all young heroes are assholes. The face of that Korean girl, the mech pilot, came to mind. “Doctor Ziegler has requested your presence.” Jensen noted Patrick’s curious eyebrow raise and added: “She’d like to give you a check-up.”
 
Well, there it was – certainly sounded like something that could break the boredom. “Alright,” Patrick said, sauntered over to the desk to grab his key, then stepped outside, shutting and locking the door behind him. “Let’s go then!” He followed behind the soldier as they walked through the apartment halls. The 22-year-old wondered what the other heroes stationed here were up to now. Patrick felt that the other heroes, particularly the ones with proper military training, didn’t appreciate Patrick’s upbringing, hence why he didn’t break his boredom that way.
 
“Say… Do you work under Mercy or something?” Patrick asked Jensen, catching up to him, so they were walking side-by-side.
 
“Yes, Sir, I’m her assistant.” The soldier replied.
 
Patrick realised the boy had a serious demeanour. He could see in his features that he was still quite young. It looked as if he was trying – and failing – to grow facial hair, and the shaved head made him look younger than he probably was. There wasn’t much more chatter between the two. Patrick figured Corporal Jensen hadn’t seen a lot of field-action and was a by-the-book sort of soldier. Hope it stays that way. The battlefield isn’t for everyone. He thought about the men and women he served with before joining Overwatch.
 
*** Medical Examination ***
 
“Ma’am,” Jensen saluted Angela from the doorway to the clinic once they arrived, “I’ve brought the hero you requested.”
 
Patrick approached from behind the soldier and offered the woman a casual wave.
 
Jensen nodded at Patrick before returning to his seat outside of the clinic to continue his work.
 
“Quite the serious fellow, eh?” Patrick gestured with a thumb behind his shoulder to Jensen, who was out of earshot now.
 
“Yes, but he’s a good kid. Anyway, how are you, Patrick?” The doctor asked him as she sorted some papers out and stacked them in a neat pile, then got out of her seat to greet him properly.
 
There was an understandable familiarity between the two. Yes, Patrick was ‘the rookie’, but he was still very skilled. In the recent battle, Shadow would have been in trouble if she wasn’t by his side and healing him with her Caduceus Staff. Patrick hasn’t been with Overwatch very long, but he already considered Angela his friend. He appreciated her friendly attitude. It was a refreshing change from the by-the-book interactions he’s had with so many up until now, including Jensen. “Hey yourself, Angela!” He said as he took a seat on the chair provided on the other side of the doctor’s desk. “So,” his fingers tapped one after the other in order on the counter, “A check-up, eh? Is that just an excuse to see me?” Patrick teased.
 
The doctor smiled, “Oh, yes! You know I can’t stand being away from you for too long!” She smiled when Patrick chuckled. “Alright, let’s get down to business, shall we?”
 
“Sure thing. Have to say, though, you look good in the garb.” It was quite the change compared to how he has seen her up until now on the battlefield. He noticed the doctor’s skirt was rather short as he peered over the desk while Angela was looking at her computer screen. It stopped a few inches above her knees, tight, same as her top. The tightness of her top made it look like her breasts were going to send those buttons flying and spill out! The cloak was about the only ‘loose’ thing the doctor was wearing. She looks… slutty… Patrick didn’t mind this at all.
 
Angela chuckled at the compliment, “thank you! Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to strip.”
 
Patrick blushed lightly. “Really?”
 
Angela nodded.
 
“Is this a full body examination or something?”
 
“It sure is! It’s mandatory, I’m afraid. I’m required, as a doctor, to ensure you’re the perfect picture of health. We need you at 100% out there, after all!”
 
“Alright,” Patrick said. He stood and began undressing. Just a little shy, he turned around as he disrobed himself.
 
Angela gestured towards the scales by the wall at the right side of the room which was next to some sanitising equipment. “When you are ready, stand on the scales over there, please.”
 
Patrick put his clothing in the cream-coloured basket on the table unfolded from the wall on the way to the scales. Patrick looked skinny at a glance when he had clothing on, but he was proud of his toned abs, even though he had many scars. The 22-year-old was only slightly uncomfortable in his birth suit as his feet stepped on the scales. His penis swung like a pendulum, and while he felt a little embarrassed about that, he knew he was big.
 
Angela followed along. Well, he certainly looks healthy. And Mein Gott that thing is huge! The woman stole a glance at the man’s package – even his nuts were a decent size. “Alright…” Angela said, writing down the patient’s weight in the notes she was holding in her folder. “Great! Now, step off the scales and don’t move.”
 
Patrick followed her instructions and looked directly ahead when Angela got down on her knees in front of him.
 
“Let me know if anything feels out of the ordinary,” she said.
 
“Yep,” Patrick responded.
 
Angela pressed her fingers into various spots of Patrick’s feet, particularly into the soft spots near his ankles. Satisfied by no response on her patient’s part, she moved on, her fingers and thumbs doing the same thing up along the man’s calves.
 
Patrick let out a subtle, silent sigh when he felt the doctor’s thumbs gently pressing down on his inner thighs. Her wrist keeps grazing against my dick…, but it was as if the doctor was unaware of this fact. Or maybe she was, but Patrick knew she was a professional and understood she dealt with this sort of thing all the time. “Whoa!” Patrick gasped, looking down at the woman in shock when Angela’s hand gripped his cock.
 
Angela giggled, “Tut mir leid! It’s just another body part, and it’s part of the job. I take it that outburst was due to surprise and not any pain?”
 
“Y-yeah…” Red in the face, Patrick nodded.
 
The doctor then did the same with his balls, gently moving her fingers around them. “Anything?”
 
“Nah…” Patrick grunted.
 
Angela moved onto the next part of Patrick’s body that showed what she did was purely professional. She felt around the man’s hips, then his ass cheeks, then up along his abdomen and ribs. She lightly fingered Patrick’s scars: one on the left side of his torso running downwards, one on his right shoulder, and several on his back. “Ooh… Goodness. Your back bruised.” The bruises were light, but it was apparent they were severe at one stage. “Why didn’t you come and get this checked out?”
 
“Ah, well…” Patrick spoke quietly, “it was nothing I couldn’t handle. Others needed treatment more than I, so…”
 
Mercy then mercilessly pressed her finger in the centre of one of his bruises, causing Shadow to groan and flinch a bit. “Next time, come and seek aid.”
 
“Alright...”
 
“Okay, arms up!”
 
Patrick obeyed.
 
Angela felt on both sides under the patient’s arms: his shoulders, biceps, triceps. Then she ran her fingers over his elbows and forearms, but again, no reaction. “Good, good.”
 
 
Patrick could see down the woman’s shirt as she felt along his arms. Her breasts were right there, on full display! I don’t think she’s wearing a bra! If he could get the right angle, he’d probably be able to see her nipples. He wanted to, so badly. The temptation was strong. Oh, nah… she’s wearing one after all. Pink. Nice. Tiny bra, though. Does she purposely wear sizes too small? Patrick imagined her without any clothing – just a bra and panties that are too small – her breasts confined by the tiny, thin material and practically spilling over the fabric. His dick twitched slightly. He had to control himself.
 
*** Unorthadox Doctor ***
 
“Alright, now, get on the bed on all fours, would you?” Angela separated herself from him and patted the corner of the bed just two meters away from the scales.
 
Broken out of his fantasy, Patrick stammered: “Uh... Wha…?” His hesitation instigated more slapping from Angela’s hand on the bed. “Alright… Everything looks good so far, right?” He asked, walking towards the bed.
 
“You are indeed very healthy!” She replied. She pulled two white, rubber disposable gloves from a box on the wall and slipped them on with an audible snap.
 
Patrick was on all fours at this point, and his imagination was running wild – then, the slap of rubber on skin. He knew what was about to happen. He swallowed.
 
“Alright… I’m going to put my finger inside you and feel around a little bit. Try to relax, okay?” Angela told him in a soft, gentle voice.
 
Patrick strained a little bit when he felt Angela’s index finger rubbing around the entrance of his asshole. He was nervous but knew it was just part of the procedure.
 
“Hey now, it’s okay. It won’t hurt or anything. Just relax.” The doctor reassured him in a gentler tone than before.
 
It was like she was teasing him. She was lightly caressing the lips of his asshole for at least thirty seconds. “Mm…” He grunted when the finger finally, slowly slid inside him.
 
“Make sure you tell me if it hurts or feels uncomfortable.” Angela reminded him as she wiggled her fingers inside the warm fleshy hole. Eventually, she dug even further, pushing her finger inside until her knuckles were pressing against her patient’s cheeks.
 
“You’re… deep!” Patrick said, unsure if he was uncomfortable or not – he didn’t want to admit that it felt good. Besides, he could also feel Angela’s slender fingers graze against the backside of his balls occasionally, which was also lovely. His puckered asshole seemed to want to swallow Angela’s finger. It pulsated around her digit. As if that feeling was enough to entice her to do something more, Patrick was caught entirely off-guard by what happened next. He could feel the doctor’s finger curling inside him, and not long after, he felt the tip of her finger press into his prostate. He inhaled sharply. “That's probably good enough now, right?!” He asked suddenly. It felt good. Too good. He could feel the blood starting to pump into his cock. He was going to get an erection. He didn’t want to make things weird between them. The way his mostly flaccid dick kept twitching – which he was trying – and failing – to control, told him full-mast was not far away.
 
The doctor seemed to ignore Patrick’s groaning and discomfort from her teasing. Angela was doing her job, after all. Though, the mischievous grin on her face, if he could see it, would tell him she knew what she was doing. She continued twirling her finger inside the warm, fleshy hole for a few seconds. She loved watching Patrick’s cock flex and grow harder every second.
 
A mix of disappointment and relief washed over Patrick when he felt the doctor’s finger slide out of his ass. He took the time to breathe and compose himself. “That… That didn’t seem professional,” he said while trying to laugh but was still a little shaken. Before he could turn his head to look at her, since he didn’t hear a response, he felt something hot and wet trace around his asshole. “W-whhoooaauuuhh?!” He exclaimed, choking on his breath at the end of the word. He thought he could finally have a moment of respite. That idea shattered like glass. He knew that wet, warm thing could only be a tongue. And it was licking his ass! Patrick’s cock suddenly sprung up, smacking his abs with a light ‘Thwack’.
 
“Mmmh…” Angela licked her lips, “having your asshole licked like this made your cock spring to life, Patrick.~” Angela wrapped her left hand around the erecting meat that continued to flex as she once again started tickling the rim of his ass with the tip of her tongue.
 
“Angela… what are you doing?! That’s my ass!” Patrick groaned. His asshole puckered at her tongue’s touch, puffing, eager for more stimulation from the warm wetness.
 
“Shhh, it’s okay. Just relax. Enjoy yourself.” She cooed.
 
Albeit reluctantly, Patrick obeyed yet again. It felt too good to try and make her stop.
 
The good doctor began flicking her tongue up and down against the dark coloured starfish. When she felt Patrick’s hips push back as if wanting to get her tongue even deeper inside his ass, she rewarded the eagerness by pushing her tongue forward. “Mmmrrrhmm…” She moaned as she licked.
 
Patrick sighed, biting the inside of his bottom lip. Oh god, it’s inside, I can feel her tongue wriggling inside me. It’s like she’s trying to slurp my asshole into her mouth! It felt so fucking good. He loved having his ass licked. It feels fucking amazing! His cock flexed again, and he knew some precum oozed from the tip as he could feel some wetness on his abdomen.
 
Angela’s lips locked with Patrick’s asshole in a firm, French kiss. Her tongue danced deeply around inside him. Her nose was nestled comfortably between her patient’s cheeks. His smell was sending her mad for more of his taste. Eventually, she started stroking his cock and pushed her tongue even deeper inside. Nnnffh, he tastes so bitter but… it’s so delicious. They both moaned in unison – Patrick from the pleasure of having his asshole licked by one of the gorgeous women and Angela from the sensation of having her tongue up a man’s ass.
 
Patrick groaned happily, biting even harder on his lip as his asshole twitched around Angela’s eager tongue that just pushed deeper and deeper into his ass. His cock had drenched the woman’s fingers in precum, and more just kept leaking from it. The doctor’s slender, soft, gloved hand jerking him off as she ate his ass out was fucking heavenly. Patrick’s pulsing cock became a slick and eager show of just how much he loved this. His ass ground and pressed against the doctor’s face, his balls brushing against her chin as she worked her face against his ass. Angela’s moaning reverberated through his hole, making it feel all-the-more pleasurable. Perspiration slowly built on Patrick’s body as the doctor took advantage of him.
 
It was getting messy. Sloppy saliva and juices from the hero’s puckering asshole smeared on both their cheeks – Patrick’s ass cheeks and her face. The taste was once bitter, but now that Angela was digging deeper and getting more aroused, the feeling was nothing short of blissful. She could feel the warm liquid of her patient’s precum pooling around her hand as she jerked the man off. Angela slid her tongue deeper inside her patient’s ass, swirling from side to side to firmly dig into the walls of soft flesh. “Mmmmmghhhnn…” She moaned again.
 
Patrick’s now wet balls and lower crotch were a mess of Angela’s spit as she used him. His cock pulsed continuously in the doctor’s skilled and eager hands. Patrick moaned as he pushed his face down against the bed, arching his back, and sticking his ass up slightly to give the blonde woman a perfect angle to lick and slurp at his asshole. “F-fuck… Fuuuck. F-faster! Go faster!” Patrick groaned, begging his doctor to let him experience more of this divine pleasure! Patrick roughly pushed and pressed even harder, almost slapping his cheeks against Angela’s face over and over. “My god, Angela, you’re so unorthodox!” he teased in a deep groan while looking back at her over his shoulder.
 
Angela giggled, picking up her pace.
 
Patrick was becoming more comfortable with the situation as his orgasm closed in. He was close, producing so much precum and his pulsing cock and puckering ass getting more insistent!
 
Angela was as excited as Patrick. She needed this, god she fucking really needed this kind of excitement. The doctor wasn’t typically so assertive. What she was doing could have landed her in a detention centre – doctors can’t lick their patients’ asses! Somehow, she expected Patrick would be willing, though. That was probably the confidence she had in herself, she knew many who saw her fantasised about her in all ways. She was nearly forty years old now, but she knew damn-fucking-well she was often the wank material of any boys or men that had pictures of her. All those military boys in the barracks can’t take their eyes off me when I walk by.~ Overwatch heroes had plenty of pictures upon the media, after all! The Angel of Mercy continued licking the man’s asshole for some time, her chin continually rubbing up against Patrick’s balls before she suddenly pulled her mouth off her patient.
 
“Nnnhhh, why’d you stop?!” Patrick asked with disappointment in his tone.

Angela groaned "lay on your back. Let me finish you off with my mouth," she demanded, though her voice sounded far too submissive and weak at this point to call that a demand.

Fuuuuck, I bet I could make her fucking beg for it if I wanted to… Patrick’s blue eyes widened as he ‘ordered’. A wicked smile slowly grew over his features as he heard the pathetic desperation in the woman’s voice. It was the perfect trigger for the man. He slowly pulled away from Angela’s angelic features, turning over and sitting on the bed with a wet sound as his saliva-soaked cheeks and balls clapped against the leathery, cushioned surface. His fat, rock-hard shaft bounced, a wet mess of precum, pubic hair, and simple alpha cock before the doctor’s eyes. “Nnnffh…” he groaned, “Get to work then. I know you want this just as much as I do.” He grinned like a master staring down at his slave.
 
Angela’s eyes followed the bouncing, throbbing crown. This is the excitement I needed! “Mmmhm, yeah, I shouldn’t make you wait.” She then began to lick his dick. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft, two inches above his fat, glorious, sloppy nutsack. Her eyes smiled as she saw him tilt his head back from the feeling. She slowly licked up along the length, cleaning up any precum that had spilled down the towering cock. When Angela’s lips wrapped around the tip of Patrick’s cock, she glanced up at him, enjoying the pleasured expression he had on his face. The doctor swirled her tongue around it, savouring the salty, runny texture. It’s like a cock-flavoured lollipop. Hopefully, he’ll let me lick it whenever I want.~ There was a musky flavour to the man’s meat. She slurped and gulped down the trickle of precum she earned.
 
This is the best… Oh God, this feels amazing! Patrick’s thoughts were racing. Angela’s tongue was moving to massage his cock like she was a seasoned slut on top of being a seasoned veteran. A veteran cock sucker… “Uuughnn,” he groaned, “Yeah… swallow all that pre…” Patrick’s confidence was slowly building. He was feeling more dominant as he watched how slutty the beautiful doctor was acting. He could feel the pool of her saliva and drool still clinging to his ass cheek. He was enjoying the feeling. Patrick relaxed his lean, sculpted right arm to his side while the left one curled behind his head so he could watch the doctor.
 
“Mmmm…” Angela moaned as she looked up to see her patient smiling down at her. Her voice reverberated through the blonde man’s cock. She moved her head up and down along his length, slurping on his meat, “Ssshhrrrlllp, ssshhhrrrppphht.” She loved how it throbbed and twitched against her tongue as she bobbed her head.
 
Patrick watched as Angela’s ponytail flopped about as she sucked him off. He wouldn’t be able to resist grabbing that hair and making her gag on his meat. Nnnggh, no… Not yet. He thought. He decided he’d try his luck out, to start with a small order: “More… Take it deeper…”
 
Angela obeyed! She took a deep breath through her nose and slowly slid the length deeper into her mouth. The Angel felt the tip of Patrick’s solid crown jab and dab at the entrance of her throat. “Kkkrrrhk” she gagged, halfway closing one eye and grimacing slightly on the other side of her face. Then she pushed down harder, feeling the tip of his dick slip down her throat. “Ppppprrrhhffgh! Yyyrrrhhhchk!” More saliva began spilling, drooling down his cock from all sides as she struggled to keep him in her throat. But she was determined. I’m going to take him down to his balls!
 
Patrick tried to stifle a moan but failed and instead let out a throaty groan as he felt his cock push deeper into Angela’s throat. Seeing the doctor’s cute, gorgeous face struggle to cram his cock deeper sent him even further down the rabbit hole. His hands quivered a bit, and he couldn’t fight the urge any longer. He raised his right hand and tightly gripped the woman’s ponytail. “Need a hand there, Angela?” He asked and pulled her head down, feeling his cock push its way past any resistance.
 
“Gggrrrrhhhhggrruucchk!” Angela gagged loudly.
 
Even as he forced the doctor to take his cock deeper down her throat, he could feel her trying to massage his balls with her tongue once he buried in her mouth. Holy shit! “Uuugggh fuck yes!” He held her there and began counting in his head. 3… 4… 5… “Aaahh… those tears look good on you.” He said, gaining more confidence by the second. The timer continued in his mind, … 6… 7… 8… 9… He didn’t want to make her pass out, but it was so fucking hot watching her choke on his length. The bulge in her neck was making him throb like crazy.
 
Angela had the same idea as Patrick: she was counting the seconds in her head as she choked on the man’s cock. 13… 14… 15… She’d need to breathe soon, but she was an experienced cock sucker. She pulled up slightly, but Patrick didn’t allow it.
 
“Nnnh, no, no… Where do you think you’re going?” Patrick held her down. He wasn’t satisfied just yet, even though he was moaning under his breath. “You’re not going anywhere…” He tried counting the seconds again, but he forgot where he was. He used her ponytail to lift her back up and then push her down, feeling his cock move inside her throat like she was a human fleshlight. The retching and gagging that came from her just made it so much hotter.
 
“Ggghrrrhnsshk ggrrrhhhnnsshk gghhrrruussuchk!” Angela could feel Patrick’s fat, sloppy balls rubbing against her chin as the man held her down. He continued using her head as a means to jerk himself off, and she loved it, even though it hurt like hell.
 
“There you go… just like that, take it all.” He felt the woman’s drool sliding down his scrotum and his thighs, and even adding to the wetness that had already soaked his ass from her earlier rimming.
 
 Any time Angela tried to pull away, Patrick put applied pressure on the back of her head to keep her locked around his cock. Pale-white, thick strands of throat slime were leaking out of the corners of her mouth. They were getting caught in the man’s pubic hairs, hanging off his balls and her chin. “Hhhhrrrrnnkk… Hhhhrruuurssscchk! Ssshhhrrrnnnrsshk!” Ach du Lieber Gott! He’s going to suffocate me! Was he always this aggressive?! Yet again, Angela tried to pull away, but Patrick’s determination to feel her throat contract and convulse around his cock ensured she couldn’t. A gross, thick green bubble suddenly expanded from her right nostril and then popped. Mucus splattered on Patrick’s nutsack and ran down her cheek.
 
Patrick seemed only to be thinking about his pleasure. Perhaps he suddenly just stopped caring about hers. Shadow lifted his leg, causing his calf to rub on her back, and his knee curled around the back of her head. He didn’t need to hold onto her head with his hand anymore and was able to get more comfortable. “Little longer… Jesus, Angela. Fuck, your throat is beautiful.”
 
Angela felt trapped under Patrick’s leg with his cock throbbing and spewing precum into her throat. She surprised herself, though, with her resilience. The doctor couldn’t hold her breath too much longer, but Angela didn’t expect to still be so cognitive after having Patrick’s fat dick inside her throat for so long! She lost count sometime earlier, but she guessed she’d been choking on his cock for at least a minute now. After a few more seconds of messy gagging, the woman’s vision went blurry, and her eyes began to flutter. One of them twitched. Angela started to slap Patrick’s thighs in desperation – she needed air. It was all she could think about now! She needed to breathe!
 
Patrick didn’t know where this sadistic desire to see Angela suffer for his pleasure was coming from, but he didn’t intend to let her suffocate. Well, not for too much longer, anyway… He studied a lot during his mercenary days and remembered learning about different ways to suffocate enemies. Not that Angela was his enemy; of course, he cared for her but right now, he also cared a lot about his pleasure. His cock felt far too good, and the more Angela struggled, the better his dick felt under the vibrations of her throat. “Come on… You’re not giving up, are you? How much longer can you hold out?” He reached down and put a thumb to the woman’s upper eyelid. His leg didn’t budge; her hitting his thighs seemed to spur him on. He thrust a few times in her throat, his own eyes losing focus for a moment. “Nunnnggh god, that’s so fucking good. My cock is your lifeblood, Doc. You’ve got two more minutes before you can beat my record.” Patrick’s dick pulsed in arousal, coated in slime from Angela’s throat and nose. He looked down at her with pride at her skills, and maybe only a little bit of disrespect.
 
Angela’s eyes had become bloodshot and were bulging somewhat. Her eyelids were trying to close around them. Blood was rushing to her head and making her usually pale complexion resemble a ripening tomato. Spittle and slime continued drooling and exploding from her mouth and nostrils, coating Patrick’s cock and balls. “Ppppphhhrrrffffccchk! Ssshhhrrrccchk!” Despite the agony she felt in her lungs, Angela’s pussy was drenching her panties beneath her tight, black skirt. She tried moving her leg a little so she could rub herself and almost slipped. She was able to look down past the corner of the bed to see there was a puddle of her juices pooled beneath her. That’s all from me?! Angela felt ashamed that she was so horny after being treated like a throat-slave. Patrick was nearly twice as young as her, and here she was, being forced to choke on his dick!
 
Patrick forced the doctor’s eyelids open again, then used his left hand to slap her upside the temple. He ensured he looked at her before giving her a wide smile. “You’re… going… Uuggh, god that feels so fucking good.” He cut himself off, reaching down with his other hand to her nose, plugging up the leaking faucet by squeezing it. Now, there was no air going to her lungs. “We’re going to stay like this for another… Unnggh, I love your throat, Angela! For another minute or so.” The blonde man then began periodically thrusting into the woman’s throat. He’d keep going until he felt his pleasure reaching its peak, then stopped, edging himself in her throat. He watched as the doctor continued to struggle. “Nnnff, you fucking slut. You’re fingering yourself?”
 
Angela gagged in response, but she looked ashamed, getting caught.
 
“No, keep doing it. Finger yourself while you choke on my dick, you shameless bitch.” Patrick fucking loved it. It was so hot to see this world-famous Overwatch hero gagging on him and getting off on it. He was satisfied when he saw the woman’s hand disappear again under the table. “Ahh… What were we up to?” Patrick closed his eyes, thinking of a number. “30… 31… 32…” He started fucking her face again, stopping whenever he felt he was about to blow.
 
“Nnnnffrr… hhhhnnnn eeeyyuuuurrrhnnnn!”
 
Patrick’s eyes snapped open again as Angela made a squealing sound. He noticed her eyes were now glazed over, cheeks redder than before, and she almost looked relaxed despite choking on his length. He almost laughed! “You just came?! From my dick in your throat? Oh god, that’s…” He didn’t know if he was about to say it was hot or hilarious, because that information was too much. Angela was that much of a fucking whore that she came from choking on his cock. He thrust one more time and let out a deep, guttural groan. “Uuuurrrrhhhhghgghhhnnnnnn!!” Then he pushed again, croaking out another moan. His cock spewed long, ropey strings of cum straight down the whore-doctor’s throat. It shot down the hole like slightly thickened milk. He edged so much that there was too much cum built-up in his balls, so the consistency was a lot looser than usual. “Fuuuffff.. Fuucuccckkk!! Uuugggggghhhh!”
 
Patrick’s cum just kept washing down her throat, and Angela imagined it was like downing a bottle of milk in one, long drink. His cock was so deep down her throat that she didn’t even really have to swallow! It bypassed her mouth entirely and slid down her esophagus and pool into her belly. After a few more seconds, the woman felt Patrick’s leg loosen, and she immediately pulled away with such desperation that she slipped on her puddle of cum and fell on her ass. ”Wwwuwuuuuuggh! Uuuuwwwuuuuggh! Phhuuuuuwwwuyppphhh!” She gasped and retched. She even sobbed a few times as she cleared her lungs and throat of her slop and Patrick’s cum. When she looked up, she was almost surprised to see a genuinely worrisome expression on Patrick’s face as he sat up to check on her.
 
“Are… You okay?” He asked, his tone sounding as if he was about to panic. “I… I got carried away, I’m so sorry, Angela!” He added, standing up off the bed. He nearly lost his balance from standing up so quickly after experiencing such an orgasm.
 
“I’m… Fihh… Fine.” Angela retched again, coughing out a thick wad of pale-white muck. Throat slop and saliva had drenched her chest, making her tight clothing somewhat transparent. Patrick could correctly see those tits now if he wasn’t so concerned. But he didn’t notice.
 
“I don’t know what I was thinking.” Patrick got down on one knee, and it was clear he wanted to rest a hand on the woman’s shoulder, but she could tell he was uncomfortable now.
 
For a moment, Angela was angry about what happened. But more than anything, she loved it. That was the hottest experience she’d have in her entire life. No one has ever dominated her so thoroughly in such a selfish pursuit of their pleasure. She stood up and walked to the sink and began cleaning herself up. She blew her nose and coughed a little more, clearing her sinuses. Then she wiped her face and chest down with several paper towels that she threw in the trash afterwards. When she turned to look at Patrick again, she grabbed a few more paper towels and handed them to him.
 
“Uh… Thanks…” He said quietly, wiping his crotch. Each paper towel soaked up Angela’s throat slime, and she had only just barely given him enough to get the job done. She took the drenched paper off him and threw them in the trash as well.
 
Suddenly, Angela giggled. “Patrick… that was amazing. I had no idea you had that in you.”
 
Patrick stared at her, dumbfounded.
 
“I thought you were just a hardcore justice hero or something!” She laughed again. “Hero in the streets, Villain in the sheets?” She lost it at her joke, having lean her butt against the counter by the sink so she wouldn’t keel over from laughter.
 
Patrick blushed, awkwardly standing still, not knowing what to do. “Uh… Yeah, I guess I… go a little overboard when my… uh… dick gets hard.”
 
“No, does it?” Angela mocked him, laughing harder still.
 
Slightly annoyed, Patrick exclaimed: “Well, you were acting like such a slut, I couldn’t help it! What were you thinking, licking my ass like that out of the blue?!” He was flustered, but Angela kept laughing, and her constant laughter caused Patrick to laugh.
 
As Jensen typed away at his computer, he shook his head. Does Doctor Ziegler realise how thin these walls are? His face was red as he tried to ignore the fact that the two soldiers that came to see the doctor had been listening to the moans and groans, and now, insane laughter coming from within Angela’s office.
 
(Thank you for reading! Look forward to part 2!

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