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Gabriel Reyes takes tactical professionalism very, very seriously. Although Gabe was likely to break and bend the rules to get what he wanted, he expected his team to follow his orders quickly and thoroughly. When he said shoot, he wanted them to shoot. When he said follow, he wanted them to follow. When he said quiet, he wanted them to be quiet.
Cole was never one to completely follow orders, though. He tended to emulate Gabe in that respect; twisting and distorting the rules so that he could do things his way. Previously known by the alias “Jesse McCree” (a cowboy name if Gabe had ever heard one), Cole had been inducted into Overwatch over a year ago after being captured from the Deadlock Gang.
He was invaluable to Overwatch's covert ops sector, Blackwatch. His pinpoint accuracy and viper-quick draw time made long-range missions a breeze, but his obedience and decorum could use some work. He was a former gang leader after all, and a famously ruthless one at that. Some days, Jack marveled that they were even able to convert him at all.
Gabe knew the truth though; Cole was a kind-hearted soul that needed space to put his unique talents to work. It’s not like he could work as a sharpshooter at a tax firm. However, just because Gabe saw through Cole’s “tough wranglin’ cowboy” persona didn’t mean he’d tolerate insubordination. As far as the Blackwatch agents were concerned, Jack was a stick in the mud, but far more lenient when it came to rule breaking or horseplay.
Gabriel was not. He was very much the Krampus to Jack’s Santa Claus.
And Cole had earned his ire.
He broke comm silence on their last mission; typically, Gabe would decide on a secure comm-link channel for all agents to tune in on during a job. This channel was a secret frequency, but it was not uncommon for their targets to employ network bugs to listen in on their covert ops.
So, Gabriel had one rule during heists; no talking unless absolutely necessary. Complete comm silence was needed in order to keep the enemy from hearing something they shouldn’t. And Cole broke that one rule not once, not twice, but three times. One right after the other. First to ask Gabe what he was doing later that evening, a second to ask if he and Jack were an item (according to the gossip he had heard), and a third to ask if he wanted to watch a movie the next day.
And Gabe had had it with Cole’s (admittedly very cute) sweet-talking attitude. It was time to put the cowboy away for the time being. Gabe loved Cole and all of his little quirks; his southern charm, his devil-may-care attitude, his Texas twang. But if he couldn’t follow the rules on a very important mission, it was likely that he would become one of their many casualties along the way.
It was for his own good. Gabe didn’t want Cole to become another statistic. Besides, he had been wanting an excuse to have the cowboy all to himself for quite some time; they had flirted in the past, exchanged a few quick cursory moments in Gabe’s quarters, but the Blackwatch commander was really ready to take it to the next level.
“Wring him out”, as he would put it.
And now, he waited. He sat on Cole’s bed, listening to the sound of the cowboy’s shower in the next room. He always liked long showers; Gabe noticed that he spent most of it working on his shaggy mane of brown hair. He chuckled to himself. When they first picked Cole up, his hair was matted down and covered in dirt and oil. Now, it was his pride and joy. How much a little bit of food and shelter can make a man change his ways.
In Gabe’s hand, he held a pistol. Not a normal pistol, of course, but a special issue Blackwatch pistol; the Secura MKIII. Silent edition, matte black, with a chrome finish. One of Gabriel’s secret weapons that not even Jack knew about. Top-level Blackwatch restraint and capture technology, used to bring in even the rowdiest of targets and keep them under wraps.
And Gabriel would be using it on his cowboy friend today.
The sound of water stopped.
Gabe nonchalantly reached into his pocket, procured a small slug, and checked the side of the casing.
SECURA NANOLIQUID (MKIII ONLY) - IMPACT 5.3 PSI - SN1291802
Perfect. It was the correct bullet. Gabriel would never even dream of hurting Cole, but he knew that the cowboy needed some tough love tonight. He looked at his right wrist at the black band secured around it. The whole thing was, in fact, an LCD touch screen that would activate once Gabriel shot the slug at Jesse.
On his hands, he wore a pair of tactile gloves that covered only his index, middle, and thumb. Not exactly Gabe’s fashion choice, but the gloves served a purpose besides being a clothing statement; the tips of the fingers were outfitted with “nanolink touchpoints”. Gabriel would be able to mold, stretch, and twist the nanoliquid to his liking, once it assumed its initial shape, and the material would hold any sort of structure or position he forced it into.
The boys at the lab had a field day when Gabriel asked them to design a short-range, long-term capturing solution with a soldier’s eye in mind. The Secura MKIII would be loaded with the nanoliquid slug, and once it impacted against Cole, it would release a sort of liquid latex that would wrap the cowboy up snug as a bug in a rug.
Then, Gabriel could have some real fun with him.
He heard Cole humming to himself, some sort of obscure Western tune that only he would know. The door to his bathroom opened; he was toweling off his hair, the brown locks puffing up from the sudden friction as he opened his eyes.
“Uh…” Came the quiet utterance as he took in what he was saying.
“Commander Reyes?” He asked, confused but not worried. He knew this was probably some sort of prank, something that Gabriel was known to do on his off days. That pistol was probably a paintball gun or an airsoft weapon. Nothing serious.
“Cole.” Gabriel replied, standing up and loading the slug into the back of the pistol. “We both know that you were out of line today.”
He brought the pistol up and aimed it at Cole’s chest.
The cowboy laughed, holding tight to the towel wrapped around his hips.
“So you’re gonna paintball me?” He continued laughing. “Okay, okay. I’ll admit it, I was pushin’ your buttons. But can you really blame me? It’s just so funny.”
“Not a paintball gun, cowboy.” Gabriel growled.
“Oh, you’re gonna deck me with some BB’s?” Cole jeered. “Then, let me guess. I’ll have to sign a disciplinary form like the last time. Yawn.”
He feigned the motion, covering his mouth with his hand, then shot the commander a lecherous smirk.
“Tell ya what. To make it up to you, why don’t you join me for another shower?” Cole stepped forward, but stopped when Gabe cocked the pistol, making him groan in shock and disbelief.
“Come on, you’re not really gonna ding me with that thing, are ya? Let’s just forget about work, and-”
“No.” Gabriel pulled the trigged, and the slug hit Cole’s chest in the blink of an eye, leaving a sort of badge adhered to his solar plexus.
The lab boys referred to that as the “genesis point”, from which nanoliquid would flow. And Gabriel nailed him right in the center of his upper torso.
“Ow! What the hell, man!?” Cole reared back, dropping the towel, and immediately clutched at the silver, Blackwatch insignia-shaped badge stuck to his chest.
“That fuckin’ hurt, Gabe!” He continued, nails scratching along the surface of the badge. “And what the fuck is this thing anyway?”
Now, it was Gabriel’s turn to smile. He could see Cole in all his glory; the cowboy was completely exposed. His tanned, sun-kissed skin, his scruffy stubble that covered his chin and chest, the freckles that danced along his things and stomach. And, of course, his manhood. Although it was at rest, Gabriel’s eyes lingered on Cole’s cock with a lustful gaze that would’ve made most men flee for the hills.
Too bad all of that would be covered up soon. Or maybe, that would just add to the pleasure.
“Cole Cassidy.” Gabriel smiled, brandishing the band around his wrist and holstering his Secura pistol.
“What’s about to happen will be a mixture of heaven and hell. You won’t be written up. We’re doing this covert. Blackwatch style.”
Cole’s eyes widened as he stopped pulling at the badge.
“Gabe? What are you talkin’ about?”
“You’re being put away, Cole.” Gabe replied, sly as a fox. “For insubordination. For talking during comm silence.”
Cole still didn’t fully comprehend.
“Wait… you’re arrestin’ me?” He asked, confused and sweet as always. “I didn’t mean to piss you off that bad…”
Gabriel shook his head with a laugh; he always enjoyed Cole’s true-to-the-earth nature.
“No, no. Let’s just say you’ll be having fun while I keep you out of the way.”
And with that, he pressed an icon on the bracelet.
With a loud, pneumatic hiss, the black nanoliquid exploded from the badge, adhering to Cole’s skin and following the contours of his body with robotic, learned precision. The liquid was darker than black, sleek, and shiny, and it molded to Cole’s muscles in a way that thrilled Gabe to his core.
“What the fuck-!?” Cole shouted, stepping backwards as the latex snapped out and grabbed his arms. He struggled for a moment, trying to lift his arms up and out, but the latex dragged them to his sides and sealed them in, spiraling upwards to his neck and downwards to his ankles.
“Gabe! Gabe, what is this!?”
“If you read your debriefing packet you’d know.” Gabriel shook his head as he chided the rapidly cocooned cowboy.
“Really pays to do your homework doesn’t it?”
In a matter of moments, Cole was encased in a form-fitting, tight, sleek cocoon that rendered his muscular body in black latex.
“Gabe, let me out!” He cried, twisting and turning in his prison. “This is fucked up!”
“Nah, it's t echnology .” Gabriel made a waving gesture with his hands to emphasize his words.
“And, for the next 24 hours, it’s your home.”
“ What!? ” A loud squeaking sound resonated through Cole’s bedroom; a protest from the latex as he tried to pull his arms away from his sides and take a step forward. It afforded him no quarter; he couldn’t move very much at all, lest he tumble forward right on to his face.
“Relax, cowboy. Let’s get you situated.”
“Gabriel, listen- whoa!”
The commander performed a sort of football-tackle, and hoisted Cole up by his hips, tossing up over his shoulder like a sack of flour. The cowboys protested from his prone position, although he made a mental note that Gabe must’ve been hitting the gym to be able to lift him so easily.
“Easy, cowboy.” Gabe huffed, tossing Cole on to his bed, making the futuristic foam of the mattress sink from the weight.
“Gabe- Er, I mean, uh, commander…” Cole was sweating bullets, even as Gabriel placed a pillow underneath his head. He looked down at his own body, taking in the true gravity of his situation.
The nanoliquid, which Cole hadn’t even dreamed was part of Blackwatch’s security budget, clung to his skin like glue. He could see everything; every abdominal muscle, every finger, every inch of him was exposed, but not exposed. It was a strange paradox, to be so revealed and yet so covered.
“Listen, I’m sorry.” Cole tried his best to hang his head in shame, although his range of motion was somewhat limited.
“But this is a bit overkill, don’t ya think?” He asked, hopeful that perhaps Gabriel would reconsider after hearing an apology in Cole’s characteristic southern twang.
Gabriel examined his captive, who was positioned in the center of his own bed, lying on top of the comforter, head against a pillow. If he wasn’t wrapped in military-grade nano-latex, it would’ve seemed like he was getting ready to take a nap.
But sleep was not part of Gabriel’s plan for Cole.
“Maybe.” Gabriel nodded. “But it comes from a place of love.”
“Oh, god…” Cole couldn’t resist rolling his eyes. He knew a speech was coming.
“You see, we Blackwatch agents have a special purpose, Cole.” He made sure his gloves were tight against his wrists; the lab boys had warned him that if he tired any sort of meaningful disfigurement against the nanoliquid without them, it would capture him as well. The lab boys referred to it as a “tamper deterrent”, or a “multi-capture opportunity”. Gabriel would prefer it if he stayed outside of the cocoon, thank you very much.
“We do the dirty work Overwatch doesn’t want people to know about.” He continued, ignoring Cole’s annoyed, irritated face and hopping on to the bed, straddling the cowboy.
“That means our job is dangerous. There’s no room for disobedience or horseplay.” He snapped his fingers, activating the glove’s latent circuity. He checked his wristband, ensuring that this particular entity of nano-liquid was, in fact, synced to his gloves.
“I was just havin’ fun, is all, boss…” Cole managed to sound even more wounded than before, but Gabriel was not going to be sweet talked or guilted out of this.
“Having fun is what gets operatives killed.” Gabriel bent over so that his face was inches from Cole’s.
His fingers tapped against the sides of Cole’s latex-covered neck, beating out a rhythm that just added to Cole’s anxiety. The captured cowboy couldn’t help but focus on Gabe’s scruffy black beard, his curved, arched eyebrows, the thin, pale scar that ran across his right eyelid.
The man was smokeshow, no doubt about it, but this wasn’t exactly the first date night Cole had expected.
Gabriel smiled, earnest love and warmth emanating from it, but with a mischievous twist.
“And I’d rather you stay alive for the time being.”
“Gabe, I- mmph!”
The fingers that had been drumming against his neck suddenly pinched the black rubber, drew it up and away so that it shadowed his mouth and nose, and released it.
It snapped back against Cole’s skin, sealing down against his lips and nostrils with the same tightness it had given to the rest of his body. He couldn’t even part his lips, couldn’t muster a single inch of space between them.
“Mmmm! MMMM!”
His muffled screams filled the room; the latex was covering his nose. There was no way Gabe would let Cole suffocate, but the threat of such an event was enough to send the cowboy into a rolling panic.
“Relax, relax.”
Gabe stabbed forward with his right index and middle, popping two holes in the latex right under Cole’s nostrils.
“Like I said, I’d prefer you alive.”
Air rushed in through the holes for a moment as Cole regained his breath, then he launched immediately into a tirade of sealed swears and gagged yells.
“Mmmm! Mm mm mm! Mmm mm mrrm!”
This latex was like no other gag Cole had ever experienced, and given that he used to run a cowboy gang, he had experienced quite a few. It didn’t allow him to even create the semblance of a consonant; there was no way for even his general intent to pass through the latex. This was definitely not the “bandanna over the mouth” treatment he was used to.
“There. That’s you sorted out.” Gabriel sighed, checking his wristband. The latex had begun monitoring Cole’s vitals; heart rate, blood oxygen, neural activity, even his hormone levels were laid out for Gabe to see.
He tweaked some of the settings, ignoring Cole’s continued quiet mewls of discontent.
“Don’t worry, just making sure your stay is a bit more comfortable.”
He sorted through the nanoliquid’s user settings, his balance impeccable as he continued to straddle Cole amid the cowboy’s wriggles and writhing undulations. He had been to a rodeo before, he was no stranger to wrangling bulls.
RESTRAINT PROTOCOL
> Seal at point coordinates 1A and 1B every 300 seconds for 30 seconds.
> Increase duration by 10 seconds every occurrence; resetting at 80 seconds.
SAFETY PROTOCOL
> If blood oxygen level dips below safe limit, cancel previous protocol and set to Variable B.
> Variable B: Cooldown captive and text GABRIEL REYES - EXT. 1211
Gabriel looked from the screen to Cole’s pleading, wide eyes. These strings of code would seal his nose holes every thirty seconds, increasing in duration every time, until he’d learn to behave. In the event that something bad happened while Gabe was gone, the nanoliquid would cancel his breath-torture and switch to a more lenient, calm method of torture.
But Gabe wasn’t done there.
He gripped Cole’s crotch, searching for the cowboy’s member, finding the rock-hard organ with a quiet chuckle.
“Excited, are we?”
“Mmm mm, mm! Mmm!” Cole shook his head, despite the conflicting evidence his body had presented.
“Let’s keep you entertained.”
He gripped Cole’s cock, using his gloves to stretch the nanoliquid up and around, allowing it to protrude into the air, away from the rest of his tightly sealed prison. Although it was still covered in the nanoliquid, it was a “free agent”, as Gabe would put it.
He returned his attention to his wristband.
STIMULATION PROTOCOL
> Muscle stimulation; ring style; location coordinate -12.3B
> Continue indefinitely.
Perfect. Gabriel confirmed his code changes, and closed the window on the band.
Instantly, multiple things happened at once. The noseholes that cole had been enjoying just second before sealed shut, cutting off his air supply.
“Mmm! MMMMM!” His struggles picked up in intensity again, but Gabe ignored him. He trust the technology; if anything bad happened, it would stop and send a message to his phone.
In addition to the worrying autonomy of the noseholes, the tube of nanolatex around his cock began pulsing, slicking up and down his manhood, coursing with a slight electric current asi t performed its ``muscle stimulation routine”.
Now Cole understood.
His screamed into the latex, arched his back, tried to throw Gabe off of him. It didn’t work; his commander was firmly affixed to his hips as his cock suffered through an amount of stimulation that would’ve had Cole on his knees in any other situation.
“There we go, cowboy.” Gabriel bent down again, and began placing soft kisses on Cole’s latex covered lips.
“You’re done. Wrapped up. Put away.”
“Mmmm! Mmmm!” Cole was struggling against his lack of air and the milking motion that was occurring down below.
“And you’re gonna stay this way until you learn to keep that mouth of yours shut.” A final kiss to Cole’s lips, and Gabriel swung himself off of his captive.
The noseholes snapped open again, letting Cole inhale with gusto and relief.
“Mmm…! Mmm!” He heaved, his chest rising and falling underneath the black rubber. He tried to call out to his commander, but the man was already sliding the door shut behind him. He heard a locking sound; there was no way anyone could come inside unless Gabe authorized it.
Cole grappled with his restraint, felt his first orgasm rising in his cock, the latex unrelenting in its mission to wring Cole out. Even as he came into the cocoon with a quiet, muffled moan, he knew that Gabriel definitely had this thing set on a loop. For hours, he’d be milked, suffocated to near unconsciousness, twisting and writhing inside his prison.
He couldn’t take this; even as he lay here, tortured in his own sweat, a prisoner in his own bedroom, he had to imagine Gabe’s face. The commander did this to him out of a sort of twisted love; and the thought of what had just happened, how the man had wrapped the cowboy up and lovingly set these sadistic, stimulating traps for him…
He came again, roaring against the latex and feeling his cock’s overstimulated head start the throb.
Next time, he’d learn to keep silent over comms.