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It had been 76's idea, a way to boost morale for overwatch after having just got back together. The first few matches had been won by Winston's team in a landslide, coach Reinhardt thinking it over for a bit. Before long Winston was sitting out more often, Rein letting the other team have a chance. He sat down as they both watched, patting his star player on the shoulder. "I wanted to speak to you after this, in my new coach's office."
"O-of course, coach!"
Winston replied, watching the team play. He did have a light desire to join in, but he was more than fine with sitting out. He sat on the bench, content with watching and having small talk with his fellow teammates, tinkering with a device in between his feet, and tools in his hands. but regardless, he closed the door behind him as he walked into Reinhardts office.
"You wanted to see me?"
"Go ahead and sit down."
Reinhardt shuffled through a few papers on his desk, sitting down himself. He had on a tank top and gym shorts, with a whistle around his neck. He looked exactly the picture of a football coach. Seems he settled into his new role very well. "I've got a new opportunity for you you might like to hear."
"Oh? You've got me interested, tell me more about it!"
Winston happily pulled out the chair, putting the bag of his mainly untouched football gear on the floor beside it. He wore the cloth part of his uniform, not having to keep reinhardt waiting.
he gave a hard swallow, his mouth in all honesty watering from looking at reinhardt in his tank top, the man's muscular body on display.
He nodded, getting up from his chair. "There's just something I wanted you to look at, alright?" He got a little closer, pulling his whistle off of his neck. "If you look just right, you can see how the light comes off the whistle."
"I mean, that's... true.... yes..."
Winston stared at the whistle, watching it swish left and right in the air. The sound of it in the air he couldn't help but to focus on, as the whistle swung left and right like a windshield wiper, wiping his mind away.
"Would you like to hear it?" Perhaps Winston hadn't noticed, but Rein had never used the whistle during a match. He might have seen him use it with others, but never heard the whistling himself.
"Uhm... sure, why not?"
Winston agreed, curious as to why he hadn't used it. His gut instinct was telling him to say no, but his scientific curiosity wanted to know why, and why he wanted to blow the whistle needlessly indoors.
He put the whistle to his lips and blew. There wasn't much of a sound, but Winston could feel... something. Like his mind was being covered by a light whistling sound, unable to get past it.
The ringing echoed in Winston's ear, still persisting after the whistle was blown. It wasn't aggressive... but it was hard to think over it. His body went slack as it rung.
He took the whistle back from his lips, swinging it once more. It would likely continue to ring in Winston's ears until he blew it again to stop it. "Now, keep watching while I tell you some new facts about yourself. Alright?"
Winston's body was slack. He leaned back on the chair, mouth open and drooling onto his chest. He could hardly bring himself to move his body, or respond with his mouth, but he gave reinhardt a slow nod yes.
Reinhardt smiled, sitting back down at his desk. "Number one. You really want to be the team slut. And you’re willing to do anything it takes.”
Winston nodded yes again, staring ahead as his eyes could no longer concentrate on the whistle, control of his body or focus long gone.
"I'm desperate to be the team slut... and am willing to do anything it takes..."
Winston replied, staring blankly at the wall.
"Mmm..." He tapped his chin. "Whenever you see a cock, you feel a desperate need to have it inside you..."
"Whenever I see a cock... I'll have a desperate need to have it inside of me."
Winston agreed, his own chin dripping with drool as he repeated after reinhardt, strands of saliva swinging as he talked.
"Now then. When I snap you will awaken."
He made sure to make it look as if nothing had happened, and then he snapped his fingers.
"So, I heard you had a desire to become the team slut? Is this true?"
Winston blinked quickly, both taken aback, and a little disoriented from the hypnosis.
"T-that's not true! Who... who told you that?"
He defended himself. Reinhardt was right, of course. Hell, he was daydreaming about it on his way here, wasn't he? ...or was it about how to improve his deployable light barrier projector? No. No, no, it was about being used as the team slut. But he wasn't going to admit such an embarrassing fact out loud.
"Come on, the boys've been talking about it in the locker rooms. I'm considering opening up the position to someone, but I need to know they're serious."
"You're joking... besides, there's no such position on the team..."
Winston shifted uncomfortably. He knew his big ass got him some attention, but this sounded too good to be true.... but he had to ask.
"....is there?"
Reinhardt laughed heartily. "Of course there is! What do you think happens in the locker rooms of the big football teams? Filling up the team slut, of course! It's why people are so often clamoring to be benched during the game." That part was obviously untrue, but Rein wanted to cement the idea in Winston's mind.
Winston sat there, quietly thinking. There's no way that this was right. It didn't make sense to him, he never had heard of such a role in the team, but again, he had only just heard of linebacker recently. Between the hypnosis, and his desire, he believed his friend. After all, he remembered watching a video of it on.... a trustable site?
"So... do you think i could... fit that role? As the team.... th-the uh, the team sl.... er, rather, I could help the team this way?" He stammered out, not able to say slut without being ashamed of himself.
He scratched his chin, pondering for a few moments in order to make Winston a little more desperate. "Well... I need to know that you're serious about this role, if you know what I mean."
Damn. Winston couldn't believe what he was hearing! Heck, he got..... turned on? When they guys slapped his bubble butt after the match. But the idea of them spanking it as they.... Winston brought his knees together. In pleasure, and to discourage his cock from growing any farther.
"O-oh definitely! I'd do anything for this role. What forms do I need to sign out?" the oblivious gorilla asked.
Reinhardt chuckled again. "That's not exactly what I meant..." He leaned back, grabbing his crotch through his shorts for emphasis. He winked at Winston.
"Wait... you... you want me to uh... h-here?"
Winston's eyes went wide. The gorilla readjusting his posture to sit upright, not so discreetly trying to angle himself to get a better view of his coach's cock past the desk.
Reinhardt nodded, stroking himself through the fabric, opening his legs to give the gorilla a good view. "If you want the position, you'll need to be able to prove you can do it."
Winston leaned in closer, able to see Reinhardt's hand as he stroked the top. He couldn't help but to lick the top of his lip... but he slammed back his chair, and picked up his bag. There's no way he could do this! He still had his pride, he wanted the position, but he wasn't going to lose his virginity like this!
"N-no! This is… this is HIGHLY unprofessional." he protested.
Reinhardt sighed, letting his cock go and getting up from his chair, coming over to Winston. "Listen, this is the only way you can get the position. It's just like a regular application, it's how they do it in the big leagues." He put his hand on the ape's shoulder. "You sure?"
Winston took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. With Reinhardt so close, his heart stopped racing from anger, and started racing from excitement. He watched as Reinhardt walked over. The man was sporting a full erection, and the thin gym shorts made no attempt to contain it, the tent swaying side to side as he walked up to him. A tent he knew he couldn't come back to if he walked out that door.
"...Well... if it's just like the big leagues."
“Talking like a slut already. Now, you’ll have to undress out of your old uniform first.”
"Old uniform?"
Reinhardt nodded, opening a drawer and tossing a bundle of clothing to the ape. "Yep, you've got a new one as the team slut to wear. We have to see if it fits first."
Winston unfolded the clothing, his eyes widening as he looked over the cheerleading uniform, complete with a skirt, leggings and a crop top with "Overwatch" on the front.
"Er… well, where should I change?"
Reinhardt pointed down, indicating 'where you are.' Winston swallowed nervously, but he started to take off his clothes.
"Before you put it on, let me take a good look at you, alright? And I want a little show while you take it off. Niiice and slow for Coach."
Winston slowly took off the jersey he was wearing, revealing more of his belly, eventually revealing a bit of his chest. The gorilla was drenched in sweat, dripping off his body. He was sure as hell it wasn’t from practice, but he couldn’t tell if it was from being so anxious, or his arousal. But he knew for sure, his shirt was stuck.
“Little help?” He pleaded, his shirt stuck halfway.
“You know, the team slut is supposed to help us out, not the other way around. But, if you aren’t interested in the position…” Reinhardt threatened.
With a whine Winston went back to trying to take his shirt off. He was tempted to tear it apart, but it was far too expensive to just tear like paper. With his hands on it he tried wiggling out of it, shaking his body. It wasn’t exactly slow, or graceful. But he realized jumping up and down a little was helping him work his way off the shirt.
Of course, the added bonus Winston didn’t realize was it was shaking his body and chest. They had nice form to them due to all of his training in overwatch. But, well, the eating habits of a scientist who ate straight from a jar of peanut butter covered it with a nice layer of fat, rounding them out.
The sweat was dripping off his shaking belly as he wiggled his shirt off, the plump pecs slowly revealing themselves. He was huffing a little by the time he managed to get it all the way off.
Next, he went to work on his pants. Those were a lot easier, his pants were honestly a bit too baggy for him, to fit his massive ass in. But… he hesitated, embarrassed to take off his pants.
“What, are you wearing panties under there? Take off the pants, faggot.” He demanded, happily barking commands to encourage Winston, grinning a bit seeing Winston wince at his harsh words. Reinhardt's eyes widened when he saw the ape's schlong through his boxers. It was… huge, to say the least.
“Now the boxers."
Winston looked at Reinhardt to confirm what he had heard. The man was still looking at him sternly, rubbing himself through his shorts. He turned around, nervous about being fully naked in front of someone. He made sure to still slowly pull his underwear off for Reinhardt to give him a strip show. He bent down a bit inadvertently advertising his hole to Reinhardt, more focused on his embarrassing and massive erection bouncing as it was free from the elastic underwear. After taking off his underwear, he turned around facing Reinhardt, his hands and arms trying (and failing) to hide his cock, hoping Coach would be understanding.
“Embarrassed to show your cock?” Coach inquired, already aware of the answer. Winston nodded slowly.
“Of course you are, because you’re a little sissy faggot.” Reinhardt insulted Winston, putting emphasis on the words. “Say it.”
“I’m no-” Winston began, being interrupted by an annoyed Reinhardt. “Yes, you are! And you're not the only one on the team either, so you need to show your competition you're serious. Now say it.” Reinhardt raised his voice. He loved seeing Winston look this vulnerable, the large gorilla in the palm of his hands, and he could tell by Winstons cock poking out, he wasn’t the only one getting off to it.
“I-I’m a… I’m… a little sissy faggot. I’m a little sissy faggot!” Winston repeated twice, knowing Reinhardt couldn’t hear him the first time, he brought his arms closer as if he could try to hide his shame better, pleasantly grinding it against his arm coaxing out a moan from him.
“And that’s all you’ll ever be if you keep acting like this, day dreaming and trying to get your cock fix. But I want you to be better than this, Winston. A team slut would gladly expose himself upon request. And you’re gonna expose yourself for me, aren’t you?” Reinhardt encouraged Winston, malicious intent hardly hidden in his words.
Winston slowly moved his arms to his side, letting his disproportionately large cock fall. After a slight bounce, it stayed pointing slightly down, it’s own weight preventing it from rising any higher, aside from everytime blood throbbed into it. He stood there on display for Reinhardt, his coach quietly stroking himself as he stared at the Gorilla.
“It’s a little dark in here, how about you open up all of the blinds for me? Windows too, I'd love to get a nice breeze in here." Reinhardt commanded, seeing no need to congratulate or praise Winston for doing what a Team Slut should do.
Winston moved to the windows in order to raise the blinds and open them up one by one, his cock accidentally hitting the wall occasionally. His eyes darted around to make sure no one was around, his hands trembled as he opened each one up, and he still had no idea if it was out of fear or excitement. This quite easily allowed the other team members to see him, but he tried to keep his eyes mostly on himself and the ground, trying to keep his composure.
Reinhardt snapped his fingers and pointed to the cheerleading uniform he threw on the floor. Winston was happy to be away from the windows, he never thought he’d be happy to rush to cross dress in slutty clothes. Put one leg into one of the leggings, stopping and looking up to Reinhardt for approval if he could put them on quickly. He gave a slow nod yes.
He quickly put the outfit on, only slowing down to make sure he didn’t rip it in half. The outfit was clearly not for a man of his size, or a man at all. The leggings he put on were only able to go a bit above his knees, the massive thighs causing them to slide back down, tugging them back up occasionally. It was laughable calling the pink frilly fabric a “skirt” with how little it hid. He looked up to Reinhardt to see if he could get his underwear back, or some… p-panties, just in time to hear the RIIIIIIP echo through the room as Reinhardt tore his underwear apart and dropped it in the trash can.
He had to wear the outfit without it. His cock poked through the front of the skirt and his… oh good heavens! Winston looked in surprise as he became aware the skirt hardly went down half his ass, his butt teasingly on display. Reinhardt put the last piece of clothing on him. A small crop top they both heard gently rip a bit as he put it on.
“I almost wanted to include a bra to support your massive tits, but it felt a bit prudish.” Reinhardt joked, giving one of Winston's pecs a squeeze. God, the gorilla felt like he could melt from his touch. His knees buckled slightly as he was played with, letting out a soft moan. He left his mouth open and looked at Reinhardt with need.
“Now, remember. This is an audition. It seems you fit the uniform well, but you need to show me your assets and tell me why you fit the role before you can advance to “tryouts,” you get what I mean?” Reinhardt stated, teasingly shaking his cock through his shorts in front of Winston. He searched around in his desk, before pulling out a camera and starting to record.
Winston nodded, swallowing back the excess saliva in his mouth nervously.
“Now, let’s begin with your name. Don’t be shy.”
“My name is Winston.” Winston started, speaking normally. He stopped and waited for Reinhardts next question.
“Louder, now keep going.” His Coach commanded.
The ape bit his bottom lip a bit, trying to keep it from trembling. He realized he had to give a show, loudly advertising himself to passersby and whoever might see the tape.
“M-my name is Winston! I am 29 years old, and I am a scientist, adventurer and inventor for overwatch!” He loudly declared, putting his hands on his belly as he began to slowly move his hands upwards, massaging his belly and occasionally lifting it and dropping it and letting it fall, waiting for its jiggling to subside before he lifted it up again.
“I am auditioning today for the role of…” He quietly trailed off, looking at the camera, tears welling in his eyes. He closed his eyes, letting the tears roll down as he blocked the camera from view, he was ashamed of himself but he needed this role. And he knew he couldn’t back down now, he came too far. And as humiliating as it was to say, he was enjoying being degraded this way. Which made it so much more fun (and hot) to say:
“I am auditioning today for the role of Team Slut! A role I am willing to do anything for, especially humiliate myself!” Winston cried out loud, trying his best not to yell.
He brought his hands up to his chest, trailing along his belly before he reached them, squeezing them together from the side, rubbing them together in the middle. He firmly pinched his nipples, letting out a soft moan. Using them to hold his pecs, he began rolling the soft muscles around in circles, jiggling them afterwards.
“Ever since I was 18 I began browsing porn on the Lunar Space Colony, and even then I had dreamed of being the Team Slut! But I knew my position, and could only dream of it. I have been working out to train myself inside and out, cramming makeshift dildos, from sharpies, bananas and pop cans into my ass to make sure it can be freely used!” Winston loudly confessed. He turned around to show his bubble butt, the muscle making his ass jiggly and holding it’s shape, and a slight layer of fat making it so much more plush and soft to play with, or thrust against.
“I sought out earth not only for it’s safety, but for Cock! Human cock! I had dreamed of this moment, hoping some day I could graduate from being a little sissy FAGGOT to a OFFICAL, TEAM, SLUT!” Winston yelled, spreading his doughnut hole for the camera. He knelt on the chair, pushing his hips forward off of it so he could lean farther back, displaying his massive cock, balls, and equally as thick ass for the camera. He took deep breaths, hearing his heart beat loudly in his ears from excitement.
Reinhardt was surprised. He had hypnotized Winston, sure. But he was wondering how much of this was actually true, or just lies Winston was forging to reinforce the hypnosis he refused to doubt. He began lowering the camera, more than content with what he had seen. Winston misunderstood the gesture, thinking he was disappointed with him and the audition was over prematurely. He quickly grabbed his bottle off the table with his foot firmly grabbing it despite the leggings, and spreading his cheeks with his hands.
“Please, allow me to demonstrate! My hole I've fucked silly with toys on multiple occasions, now loose enough to no longer require lube!” Winston advertised, grabbing the bottle by the handle and pushing it in, the precipitation on the bottle the only lube given. He pushed it in, with a soft moan, looking back at Reinhardt (who had brought the camera back up) as he took it, getting it all in with ease. It wasn’t very long before he began using it as a dildo, the now sex-crazed scientist almost yelling out moans, too preoccupied to notice a few new recruits (who already had been altered by Rein) enjoying the show from a window, and too shameless to properly care.
“There’s no… There’s no better candidate than I! Just imagine, you can… you can use me before-” Winston panted, out of breath from the furious workout he was giving his hole. “Before a game! Or after as well. If you’re benched, well, I’ll be waiting on all fours for you! If it’s preoccupied, I’ve trained my mouth too.”
Reinhardt couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was one thing to hypnotize Winston, but his behavior, his loose ass? Winston wanted this, he dreamed of it. And it was no wonder he caved in to the hypnosis so easily. He wasn’t lying to himself, he was finally being honest. The gorilla slid the water bottle out of his hole, bringing it up to his mouth. But Reinhardt couldn’t wait any longer, hell, he almost shot prematurely a few times already. He set the camera down on the table, pulling down his gym shorts and letting his schlong out.
Winston licked his lips, his need starting to make him salivate. His mouth felt… not dry, more like he needed something to suck on, other than a bottle. A cock to suck on. Without being told to, he stuck his tongue out, tasting the german sausage in front of him. His eyes widened, the taste being everything he was hoping for. It was his first time giving a blowjob. Well, it was his first time giving a blowjob to a genuine cock, and he was more than eager to service it. He began swirling his tongue around it back and forth, bobbing his head as well as he slowly moved farther down, a muffled “Thank you!” coming out of the gorilla’s mouth.
Reinhardt then took the gorilla's head in his hands, shoving the rest of his cock down his throat with no warning. He gripped his hair, starting to hump in and out of his mouth. He firmly pushed it all down, slowly rocking back and forth until he established a pace, thrusting harder and harder into Winston's mouth.
“The audition ain’t over yet faggot! Show me you can take it better than a fag, like a proper Team Slut!”
Winston moaned, closing his eyes as he was brutally facefucked, tears streaming down his face as he choked on it. Even the gagging didn't stop his cock from jumping in the skirt-in fact, it might have made him harder. Regardless, he got exactly what he wanted as he sucked Rein's dick like the team slut should, his body acted in instinct gagging and choking, knowing that it wasn’t meant for this. But Winston’s libido thought otherwise, cock throbbing underneath his skirt. He grabbed Reinhardt’s hips, timing with Coach to push his hips in harder, nose pressed against Rein’s hips and lips lovingly wrapped around the base of his cock. He opened his eyes, red as the rest of his face from the rough treatment, looking up at Reinhardt. There was a mess of saliva dripping down from his mouth and nose down his chin, Reinhardts balls had slapped against it so often there were drool strands connecting the two. He loved how his Coach stared down at him like he was just a cheap whore, saying “Thank you!” while smiling around his cock over and over again to let the vibration stimulate his cock, despite it stimulating his own gag reflex. He knew Reinhardt didn’t care he was choking and having difficulties breathing, he didn’t care either, the pair more concerned with pleasing the elderly man. Winston’s lungs felt like they were burning from the lack of air, and he loved it.
And he even… he was starting to want it more. His mind wandered, lack of air affecting his head, letting Rein do most of the work as his cock pumped in and out. He imagined all his teammates circled around him, jerking their cocks as he sucked them off… he thought of laying on the locker room benches, giving his teammates a morale boost by getting spit roasted by them… he wondered if he could even be the house party favor for their parties... maybe even obeying their orders for their entertainment… he thought of swallowing
everything
they gave him, even…
As Rein got faster and faster, grunting and moaning, he started to pant and moan. "Y-you get the position, you fucking whore." With those words, Winston moaned loudly, shooting his load in his skirt and getting it oh so messy as his mouth was fucked hard. He barely noticed when the coach started to shoot, luckily realizing it in time to swallow what he was given, thankful his body no longer had the strength for his gag reflex to work properly at the moment. Needless to say, the position of team slut had been filled, as well as Its throat.