Disclaimer: All characters © DC Comics. Used without permission. This fanfiction may be freely distributed, but not altered in anyway.

Genre: Batman

Pairing: Rhino\Ventriloquist

Warnings: Slash, language, explicit sex, Oral; Anal, Extreme size differences.

Author’s Note: For those of you only familiar with the animated versions of the Ventriloquist and Rhino, this story may seem a bit strange to you. I went with Comic versions. In which case, Wesker is less fumbly and more proper. Enjoy.

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

By Spug.

"Why youse no good grainless ass-fer-ah-head! Iffa had two monkies dey could do ah getter jog 'den whats youse pulled out yer ass all month!"

"Iffa had a frikken dime fer evah'ree sting youse glow dis year alone; Roosevelt ge sniffin' my armpits whot somethin' good!"

"I outta have yah put down gefore youse causes me anymore grief! If I didn't tink ah gullet might actually up yer IQ, I'd ice yah riogth now!"

Rhino just kept smiling.

Big like. Real big like. Till the corners of his mouth had started to hurt from the excursion of pulling his lips so tight. A nice big dumb show of teeth; because he never could come up with any answers when the Boss was screaming at him. Tonight it was something fierce. Rhino had never seen anyone get mad like Mr. Scarface got mad! He was such a little guy too, but he sure knew how to use that little voice box of his. Screaming; gnashing, growling.

It made the big guy really hard.

"Youse even listenin' to me? Ah, yah gig dumg mook! Forgetah'gout it!" Wooden shoulders were thrown back in dismissal. Scarface clank that ugly wooden head of his to the side and gave his goon a big unyielding glass-eyed stare. "S'like talkin' to ah grick wall, I swear! Youse jus' getter shape up, or I'mma replace yah wit ah goulder!"

"Sorry Boss, I'll try harder next time!"

 Rock hard. Throbbing even. But Rhino kept smiling; never taking his gaze off the wooden puppet that still seethed venomously only a few feet from his face.

He really should have looked at the Ventriloquist. Wasn't it that tiny man with the thick bottle-cocked glasses who really was the one tearing into him? The thing was, Charles Dalye never could get it right.

Arnold Wesker or Mr. Scarface. One in the same, or two completely separate beings. Simple put: Boss. And he, they.. it.. made him horribly stiff in his pants. When he was this erect, all Rhino could do was smile.

An unlit Cuban cigar nailed dead center of that thick caveman brow. Rhino didn't even blink.

"Ah yah useless, meatgag! Get outta my face.. Dummy, youse take me tah ged now! All dis hootin' 'n' hollerin' has really takin' it's toil. At dis rate Imma ge in ah pine overcoat gefore my time. Heart's gonna e'splode one day whiles I loose my cool gecause meathead 'ere can't figure e's ass from ah hole in t'ground!"

"Rest would be good, sir." The Ventriloquist only meekly replied before turning on his heels and heading away from the still smiling goon. Soft steps lead the diminutive man up the stairs where he disappeared carrying the still grumbling scarred up puppet.

Rhino continued to stare for a moment before he finally let his mouth relax. Big thick sausage fingers reached up and he itched them into greasy dark brown strands. Boss sure had been angry. But the worst part? Rhino wasn't even sure why. He'd done.. something or somewhat. Forgotten something at the heist today; or maybe it had something to do with the Batman nabbing up most of the rest of the boys.

Whatever it had been; it had made the Boss scream at him for almost a full hour. A full hour of insults. Of 'meathead' 'useless' and 'asshole'. A full hour and his cock was so rigid it hurt.

He never understood why he got so hard when the boss yelled at him. The attention? Maybe it was the dissimilarity of screaming puppet and the way the Ventriloquist himself just stood there so quietly. Rhino was a big dumb animal. A pack animal. He desired to please the alpha. But the alpha never was pleased. Never satisfied.

Hah! The goon was a big guy. No, big guy was a feeble way of describing Rhino. He was ginormous. Six feet; eight inches, three-hundred and ninety-four pounds. Nothing but solid muscles and an empty head. Rhino may have had stupid stamped on his forehead, but he was a powerhouse. 

A powerhouse who had his balls gripped steadfast by a little wooden hand. A powerhouse whose midgety commander's voice made him so thick and throbbing he felt like his seams were going to bust.

Yet he did nothing about it. Standing like the brick wall Scarface so aptly compared him to in the middle of the hideout. Beady black eyes still staring blankly at where his Boss(es) had gone. If the Ventriloquist gang was lucky, they'd be safe here for the night. It was only the three of them. Rhino would do quite well to consider the puppet a part of the collective of living things. Mr. Scarface was all too real to the gigantic goon.

He let out a low grunt and crossed his arms over his barreled chest. Waiting. Wondering. Mr. Wesker was probably singing Mr. Scarface to sleep. Singing or talking. Maybe the puppet was yelling at the little man now; but Rhino couldn't hear Mr. Scarface's gravely voice coming down the stairs.

There was a line of sweat running down his nose now. Rhino concentrated on that instead of his aching loins. The trickle ran down the bridge of his fat pudgy nose; tickling against his lip.

He licked it away without even realizing it. Salty. Fuck. So much for that.

The door opened upstairs. Rhino didn't have to look, because he was already staring at it.

The Ventriloquist quietly toddled out with his head lowered into his own bow tie. Thick glasses glinted as the smaller man turned on the top of the hallway and began to head down. His steps were light; hardly audible on the bare wood of each stair. Without the snarling dummy on his arm, Mr. Wesker was simply a man with a cute sort of class.

Rhino had met him in prison, but once they had broken out; he'd quickly learned of the older man's parchments for suits and tuxedos. That's what he was wearing tonight. A well tailored After-six; black, complete with bow tie. It was sleek and pressed and fit the smaller man's lithe frame soundly. Suede shoes; white button up shirt. Mr. Wesker always reminded Rhino of a very thin Penguin.

Of course the similarities ended with the clothes. Mr. Wesker was a total contrast to that bird, and even the dummy he had just laid down. Mr. Wesker was soft spoken, meekly blue eyed (well.. when his eyes could be seen; the glasses usually did a good job with being completely obscuring.) and utterly polite. He had a wavy thinning hairdo more white then the blonde it had been when Rhino had first laid eyes on him in Black Gate. He was pale-skinned; bird boned and not the one in charge.

Mr. Wesker wasn't nearly as awesome as Mr. Scarface was.

But Rhino still called him Boss as well; and he still admired the older man.

The Ventriloquist paused when he reached the last step and turned that glass-covered vision to the goon. Bottom lip was tugged between white teeth and the older men queried in his soft voice; admittedly, somewhat horse from all Scarface's screaming tonight.

"Rhino, Mr. Scarface is sleeping now, you don't have to just stand around, you're more then welcome to go and do the same."

"Anit tired boss." The huge man remarked back and didn't budge an inch. His mouth crept back into that grin he'd been showing the puppet just a bit ago; though, it wasn't as stretching. Mr. Wesker wasn't making Rhino feel stupid, the bigger man just liked his meeker-sided boss.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Mr. Wesker moved away from the stairs and approached the goon. He had to tilt his head upward to keep eye contact. "I'm pretty sure we're safe here for the night, go enjoy the rest of it."

"I dunno what else to do, Boss. Probably just a good idea if I just keep watch y'know." Rhino felt another line of sweat starting on his brow. His crotch continued to throb. He wondered if Mr. Wesker would notice it. Like his stupid smile, his cock did little to hide itself with the way it was bulging out the seam of his pants. He sure knew it was there.

"Well, standing in the middle of the room won't really do you much good, honestly. Why don't you sit on the couch?"

Mr. Wesker always sounded so nice. And tired too. Rhino was sure it was because he had to carry Mr. Scarface around all day. He was surprised to see the smaller man hadn't just gone off to bed himself.

Rhino widened his grin. "I'll sit when you go to bed, Boss." If he sat down, he'd want to relief himself.

Mr. Wesker sighed a little and slipped over toward the worn out green-gray couch that was pressed with its back to a card and cigar-butt strewed table. The Ventriloquist let himself plunk down with another exhale and then he smiled very shyly over at the goon. "I'm not sleepy yet, Rhino. You can come sit with me on the couch if that will make you feel like your 'watching' duties are still in effect."

"Sure Boss, I'll sit wit yah."

The big guy groaned lightly to himself as he moved. Each step made the fabric of his trousers rub heatedly against the head of his swelled prick. But the time he made it to the couch and plopped (and nearly ejected Mr. Wesker in the process) himself down; there were excellent visible lines of sweat sleeking his big temples.

"You're seriously one of the strangest people I know, Rhino." Mr. Wesker chuckled at him as the smaller man reached up to unhook his bow tie. His statement was ironic at best. For Mr. Wesker was crazy. Completely crazy. That was alright though. He was a good boss.

Or Scarface was a good boss.

Rhino wasn't sure which; but he knew he wasn't the only sweaty one. Black eyes leveled on the trail of salty water that was often visible on the Ventriloquist's neck. It ventured down and disappeared into his open collar. Mr. Wesker was always sweating. Sometimes buckets. He was nervous a lot. Rhino didn't mind. Sweat-smell was indulging. And despite the older man's wet demeanor; he always managed to be a million times cleaner then Rhino was on any given day. Always ready with a handkerchief or a tissue.

"Just doin' my job, Boss." Smile was getting to the point where it hurt again. Almost as much as his crotch. Almost. Not quite.

Mr. Wesker sighed again. Rolling his head to look at the goon with brows raised above his thick glasses. The Ventriloquist stared at the big guys face for a moment before letting his gaze almost directly, obviously; finally fall on Rhino's lap. "Your job doesn't require you to torment yourself Rhino. Tch. Why do you always get like that when he screams? It's uh.. oh my." Aha! Handkerchief!

Mr. Wesker patted his own neck for a moment. He'd either embarrassed himself trying to explain to the big goon why he shouldn't just stand around with an obvious boner or it was hotter then Rhino thought it was. Mr. Wesker cleared his throat. ".. Well, it won't do. I'll be fine for a few moments. Go take care of it."

Rhino continued to grin.

"It'll stop after awhile. Dun wanna be off yankin' my meat 'n' have someone bust in 'n' wak you 'n' Mr. Scarface."

The nose wrinkle Mr. Wesker gave to that statement was rather cute. "R-rhino." The smaller man actually scrubbed at his own forehead in his frustration. "..you're a good bodyguard, no matter what Mr. Scarface says.. Go.. It's alright."

"Aw, Boss. S'nice to know, but nope, Gonna sit right 'ere wit you." It wasn't that Rhino wouldn't have liked to take care of his throbbing cock. He just knew.. that if he waited a little bit longer...

"Rhino..."

He's grin got a little bigger.

"... goodness, you know what he'd do if he heard something.. or heaven forbid.. caught."

And bigger. Because he knew.. if he waited..

"Mph. I can't stand to see you doing that to yourself.."

Cheeks were aching. His balls were hammering.

His little boss sighed hard and shrugged out of his tuxedo coat. The item was laid on the armrest, and then Mr. Wesker slid down on his belly on the couch and reached for Rhino's zipper with slim overworked fingers.

"Alright, I'll take care of it."

Rhino thought his jaws were going to break. Pink gums and white teeth exposed in all their glory. His eyes widened as well. Happy like a big stupid dog that had just been thrown a bone.

"Thanks Boss! I knew yah'd help me out!"

A small trill left Mr. Wesker as those deft little fingers began to tug down the big goon's zipper. Amused sounding? Maybe it was more of a clear of his throat. But to Rhino, it sounded happy, and he grinned even more-so down at the form that had sprawled itself half on his lap.

"Oh sssh, Rhino." The Ventriloquist finally murmured up toward the goon. "You always make it awkward." Pale digits reached into the confines of the goon's pants; Mr. Wesker shifted through Rhino's briefs to latch hold of the thick throbbing piece of flesh that was tormenting the goon. A quick pull and all aching nine inches pop free from their constricted confines.

Rhino was a big boy. Everywhere.

Rhino gripped onto the open flaps of his own trousers with his broad fingers to keep from immediately grabbing the other man's head and shoving down. "I'm Sorry Boss! But yer good at it, no one does it like you does it!"

"Oh honestly."

"S'true!"

If the standing cock was any provocation to how eager the goon was for what his boss had offered, there needn't be any other flattery. Mr. Wesker just let out another puff that had the boarders of a chuckle on it. His hot breath washed over Rhino's mushroomed head and made the big guy flex his thighs further apart.

Rhino's grin didn't waver; even as Mr. Wesker scooted forward and finally slid his mouth over the tip of the goon's rock hard erection. In fact, the big guys eyes only seemed to widen and he had to desperately try not to just grab the smaller man's face and start humping away.

Mr. Wesker wasn't really a tease; but Rhino was so fucking hard.

Slimmer body arched a bit; hot tongue began sliding around and in between the folds of the big guys foreskin. Mr. Wesker licked a greasy trail of spit along half the goon's cock before rising back up and swallowing down again. He's throat bobbed; he stifled soft groans of his own and slowly slid a few more inches inside his mouth. Lips latched, cheeks bulged and he sucked.

Rhino actually squeed gleefully between his clenched teeth. Eyes were locked down at the bobbing head in his lap. Sure, the big guy was dumb; but he knew a good thing when he had it. He knew the moment his crotch had started to ache while Mr. Scarface's wooden jaw had been flapping mercilessly; that the Ventriloquist would take care of him later.

Because Mr. Wesker was so nice. Too nice.

And so was his mouth.

"Ahhh Fuck Boss, I love the way yah do that." Rhino's barrel chest expanded as he dragged in hard hiss of air through his teeth. He kept his chin down toward his opened collar; refusing to heed to the instinct to lure his head along the back of the couch in ecstasy. The big goon liked to look; like to watch. Ever lick and suck he could see savoring his thick cock was heightened an extra notch; especially when he could observe the spit slathering down toward his balls.

Mr. Wesker mumbled around his mouthful of goon. Delicate throat bopped a bit harder and the smaller man swallowed down another inch. Rhino always imagined he could swallow the whole thing. Maybe even sing a little song in the process; but he never forced it. He could have easily forced it; laced thick fingers into the whitening strands on the back of the older man's head and shoved.

But then Mr. Wesker might not want to take care of him anymore. Such a caution might of seriously put a strain on the relationship. Rhino liked the fact that Mr. Wesker wanted to do this.

The Ventriloquist was good at it. Clever with his fingers; clever with his tongue. The slimy hot item slid into the tiny slit at the top of the Goon's cock and Rhino did buck his hips lightly that time.

"Ah! Ah! Boss, Yah."

Another man would have blown his load. Rhino should have shot it right then; but he never got off that easily. Straining it for over an hour made his cock seek an almost incongruous sort of revenge on the big man's body. He would cum; eventually, but it was damn sure he'd have to work to do it.

Or in this case, Mr. Wesker would have to work.

The goon let go of his pried open trouser seams and shifted his hands to his lovely-sucking little boss. Meaty calloused fingers ran over Mr. Wesker's slim shoulders and then crawled down the expensive fabric of that silken button up. The item was starting to dampen; he could feel the smaller man's sweat beginning to seep into the material. Big fingers crept down, trailing the Ventriloquist's spine, and then tested into the perking area where the smaller man's trousers tented upward. An inch above his ass; where small-of-back and tail-bone connected. Here the tucked shirt skirted it's duties and showed off just a tease of skin.

Rhino almost purred through his grin as he pushed two thick fingers into the lee-way and got to ghost Mr. Wesker's ass-crack.

"R-rhino." The smaller man cautioned. The word was muffled; half gargled around a mouth-full of thick cock.

"Aw Boss, Lemme touch ah little, pleeease.."  He wanted to do more then just a little touching. He wanted to tug down those expensive black trousers and grab handfuls of soft flesh. But he always waited; he knew if he waited, his little boss wouldn't say no.

Mr. Wesker never said no.

The Ventriloquist pulled his mouth up off the goon's cock and ducked his head to catch the spit that was trailing down to meet his little fingers. His tongue flirted with the base; licking between his lightly clutching digits. "Please don't pop any buttons off."

Rhino trilled through his teeth again. Fuck, he loved when the boss didn't put up much of a fight; and his fingers didn't waste any time once they'd been given the go ahead. He knew he'd never get his whole meaty hand down the back of the Ventriloquist's pants without ripping, so he tugged his fingers back out. The big goon leaned lightly over to snag his hefty hands around Mr. Wesker's waist and he pulled the smaller man to his knees with a single; stern; but gentle movement.

“Mmm, thanks boss!”

His boss didn't struggle. Spin bowed a bit, ass came up; knees splayed into the cushions; and the little man continued to run his tongue up and down that huge length with little more then a grunt to the movement.

Rhino dragged his hands to met at the Ventriloquist's belt. Fumbling slightly, for the goon was in no way as talented with his cumbersome hands as his boss was. They managed to pop the belt and snag the button and fly down. Index fingers curled into belt loops and Rhino jarred the Ventriloquist's body a bit as he rocked and worked those black trousers down around the other man's hips and ass.

The underwear came away damp and sticky; but not dirty. If there was any doubt that Mr. Wesker couldn't find some enjoyment in helping his goon out; it was diminished in the thin silvery line of pre that snapped from the tip of his little bosses own hard cock and disappeared into the scrunched up briefs.

There was really no comparison between the two men. Rhino had inches and inches on Mr. Wesker; yet the smaller man’s cock wasn’t anything to sneeze at. Average for a man his size, perhaps. But it didn’t really matter. Rhino wasn’t interested in cock.

It was that soft, tight ass he’d worked so diligently to free from those damn pants that held his attention. The goon licked his thick lips, scarcely having to lean at all over the much smaller man; who was still licking and sucking on his cock, and slid his calloused hot palms around those pale plushy globes and squeezed.

Mr. Wesker gasped and squirmed ever so slightly.

Rhino felt his grin stretching again. Fingers clenched; almost to the point where they would dig into the flesh; almost, but he stirred off actually man-handling his bosses ass. “Damn boss, you have th’greatest ass, I swear. Bet I could bounce a fuckin’ quarter offa this thing.”

“Oh god, Rhino, don’t be sleazy.” Mr. Wesker flushed against the hard flesh he was still licking like candy. The smaller man raised his head to relatch his lips to the head; but the goon became a distraction when he slid those thick fingers between the smaller man’s asscheeks, squeezing and rubbing his thumb through the nearly invisible downy hair; across the puckered hole and right along his bosses taint.

Mr. Wesker groaned and jerked; his mouth slipping and running a sleek trail down one-side of Rhino’s still throbbing prick. “R-rhinoo!”

“Ah common, yer lovin’ it. I know yer lovin’ it.” He ran his big thumb back upward, dragging heavily on the smaller man’s asshole. He just loved feeling him spasm against his lap like he was.

Mr. Wesker tried to regain his composure. “Tch. How is that helping you to get off? I can’t very well help you if you keep distracting me.” He exhaled a scorching breath against the side of Rhino’s penis. Hips shifted against those toying fingers; and Rhino only groped harder.

“You have no idea what it does to me, Boss! Feelin’ yer ass is almost as good as feelin’ yer mouth.” The big guy pulled a hand away to press it down between his own cock and that working, protesting little mouth. Swirling those thick digits into the spit. He trailed them back up the Ventriloquist’s face and down over his sweaty back again.

Another grunt from Mr. Wesker. Never one for dirty talk. “D-don’t – Ah!”

Rhino actually snorted and had to check his hip-thrusts again as he felt the tight ring of muscle clamp down around the rough; spit-soaked double-digits he’d just pressed into his bosses asshole.

“Rhino! Nh.. “ His little boss was no longer attending to his begging prick. Mr. Wesker’s face was now pressed into Rhino’s still clothed thigh; heaving breaths and shivering lightly.

Rhino flashed his teeth again. “S’not right just to do me. I wanna do you too. S’only fair.” He pressed those stinky fingers all the way to the third knuckle inside his Boss and flexed them. The “God.. Ah!” He got out of his boss made a droplet of pre come rolling off the tip of his own cock.

“I’m fine.. ah.. Rhino.. you don’t have too..” Mr. Wesker was popping sweat all over his forehead now, and Rhino’s leg felt damp where a small pool of saliva was collecting at the corner of the Ventriloquist’s mouth.

Fuck he was hot.

“I wanna Boss.” The big guy thrusted his fingers in and out slowly. “Lemme fuck yah. Please.. Please.. It’ll be great.”

The muscles tightened around his fingers again, and his boss strained, trying to push his face out of the big goons lap. “Nh.. I’ve.. I’ve told you b-before Rhino, You’re.. too big.”

Fingers were pulled out and Rhino reached around under the smaller man’s armpits. With no straining, he tugged his little boss up and into his lap. Hands shifted to grab a hold of those teasing ass cheeks and Rhino pulled Mr. Wesker against his body.

“I’ll be gentle, I’ve fucked girls smaller then yah, Please, Boss? Please.. I really wanna.” The smaller man’s legs were slid around the goon’s hips. The bunched down pants pressed against his begging erection. Rhino plucked one hand off the other’s ass to tug those trousers the rest of the way off. Then he jerked his hips, grinding his spit-slathered prick up between his bosses asscheeks.

“Ah.. Nh.. Rhino.. You’ll hur- “ Mr. Wesker trailed off as Rhino slid their mouths together. Breath caught in the smaller man’s chest, and Rhino sucked it out with a pleading groan. He continued to jerk his hips lightly, loving the friction of his cock against bare sweaty skin.

It was a sloppy, sleazy kiss. Far too much spit and groaning. It leaked out over Rhino’s chin and down his neck. The goon was just trying to eat his bosses protests. He kept their lips locked till the smaller man finally whimpered and lightly grinded back down against his cock.

He just had to wait.

“Mmh, please boss, I wanna fuck yah, I gotta fuck yah. It’ll be so damn good. I’ll never get off iffa can’t. Please? Please?”

Mr. Wesker twitched in his arms. Head lured back on his delicate neck and the smaller man gasped loud. Those thick glasses sheened in the low light. “We..can’t be.. too loud, or we’ll wake Mr.. S-scarface..”

The big guy wasn’t quite sure if that was a yes or a no. He caught the Ventriloquist’s chin in his mouth and mumbled around it. “So iffa keep quiet, I can fuck yah?”

Rhino loved the way Mr. Wesker’s chest expanded with his sigh of surrender. “Y-yes.”

“FUCK YAH!” The goon blinked when twin pale hands slapped over his mouth right after his screech of triumphant.

“Shhh!! Shhhh!!” The Ventriloquist hissed out.

“Eh.. heh.. Sorry Boss.” Another big dumb; almost sheepish grin; and then he flipped the smaller man out of his lap and onto his stomach over the armrest.

He was leaning over him almost immediately, shoving his way between the smaller man’s legs, thick weeping cock in one hand, reaching out to snag the Ventriloquist’s hip in the other.

“Unngh!… R-rhino?” Mr. Wesker panted out, and turned his head to look at the goon over his shoulder; wide alarmed barely visible blue eyes staring at him.

“Don’t worry Boss!” Rhino grinned as he nudged between the other’s cheeks. “I’mma make you feel fucking fantastic.”

“N-no not that R-rhino.. You’re.. Uh…” The smaller man clenched and gritted his teeth. “ ..forgettingsomething.”

The big goon paused; actually reaching up to scratch his head. “ Forgettin’ somethin’? Whaddyahmean.. I…”

Oh. Dur. Big dumb grin was once again sent his bosses way. “Oh I gotcha boss, Yah that woulda really hurt..”

The look Mr. Wesker shot him was almost irate.

“Hang on, don’t move yer ass, I’ll be right back Boss!”

Rhino took off running. Pants open, shirt mussed up. Thick daunting boner jutting from the opening in his slacks. None of it mattered. He raced into the bathroom, nearly knocking over the door in his enthusiasm. He snatched the first tube he laid eyes on and rushed back to the couch.

Mr. Wesker, thankfully, hadn’t moved. But he let out a confused sounded noise as the goon hopped back on the couch.

“Rhino, that’s Crest!”

The big guy looked dumbfounded down at the tube he had nearly clenched in his grip. Toothpaste. “Fuck!” He threw it across the room. “Sorry Boss… Don’t move, again!”

This time, the trip to the bathroom was a little longer, thanks to the goon actually looking before he grabbed. When he returned once again to his waiting little boss still slung over the armrest, he had an actual bottle of KY.

The couch was probably going to need to be replaced. The springs complained loudly as Rhino snagged his complete weight upon it, before going down onto his knees behind his boss.

“Oh man, Oh man, Boss I’mma fuck you into next week.” The lube was uncapped and squirted all over the place. He managed to get a decent amount of it all over Mr. Wesker’s thigh, and the armrest of the couch before it was gloomped onto his waiting hand and then slathered down over his aching, throbbing cock.

Rhino pumped once, twice, three times for good coverage and then once more snatched hold of his small bosses hip with his free hand. “Oh Fuck, Oh man.” His cheeks were stretching tight with a smile as he positioned that meaty mushroomed head to the smaller man’s asshole and began to shove with his hips.

A low almost pup-whine of a whimper came bumbling out of his small bosses throat, one that, despite Mr. Wesker’s own words to keep quiet, only heightened as the big goon popped his head inside.

“Ah!”

“S-sorry Boss..” Rhino grunted and clenched his eyes shut. Fuck. He. Was. Tight. But that wasn’t going to stop him now. He pressed forward, sliding another inch.

“Ahhh---owww!” Mr. Wesker shivered hard, and writhed on the armrest a bit.

“Sorry Boss, Shit yer tight.” Sweat popped out on Rhino’s forehead.

And so it went:

“Ah!”

“Sorry!”

“Ahhh.. R-rhino.. B-big!”

“Mmmm, Sorry..”

“Unngh.. Ah! Ah!”

“Sorry, Boss, shhh.”

And finally, after when it seemed like he’d been shoving forever, Rhino couldn’t push any further. Well, maybe he could have, but he didn’t want to break his little boss, who was being such a good sport. Who’d taken seven inches of unforgiving, rock hard cock; who felt so tight and hot around his throbbing length Rhino nearly felt like screaming.

He remember Mr. Scarface, so he refrained from it.

The Goon leaned over his still shivering little boss and licked Mr. Wesker’s neck. Teeth lightly snagged to a sweaty ear and he grunted into it. “So fuckin’ tight, God you feel that? S’incredable.” He rolled his thick hips and nudged around inside.

He was met with an inundated “g-god, oh god!” And the Ventriloquist splayed his thighs further apart for his Goon.

Rhino waited. For just a moment. Just a small break to allow his boss to get use to the over-sized cock that was currently filling him, maybe more then he’d ever been filled before. Rhino wasn’t up to date on Mr. Wesker’s current black-book record. All the Goon knew was that he felt like he’d never had someone like him before. He waited, just till his small boss quit shaking so hard, and his whimpering cries shifted into tale-telling little groans.

Rhino grinned again.

And then he began to move. Soft at first. Taking care to pull himself out slowly; till his thick head nearly popped out, and then; due to the tightness, with almost a pained grunt; shoved himself back in. He felt his head slid well past that hard little treasured lump, and he could only grunt in pleasure to the sharp little gasp he got out of his boss.

“That’s the spot, eh Boss?”

Another thrust. Then another. Then a little faster. Face would split a wider grin each time Mr. Wesker gasped or clenched around him.

“Oh god.. Rhino.. Oh god.”

“Yah I know.”

And then he just couldn’t hold back anymore. Not to say Rhino was overly rough with his little boss, but once he lost control of the creeping motion, he couldn’t help but to rock his hips forward; nudging hard and diving deep into the other man’s tight ass.

The lube made it slick and noisy. Mr. Wesker’s cry to every pistoned thrust only made Rhino want to fuck him harder. He settled for a non-lethal pace though; somewhere between bruising and sensible. He didn’t throw his complete weight, but he didn’t treat the smaller man like a china doll.

So maybe he’d lied about being ‘gentle’. But he wasn’t out to break Mr. Wesker either.

The goon clenched his teeth tighter and pulled his body back straight, forcing his face down so that he could watch as his thick cock disappeared between those pale cheeks with each thrust of his body. He hardly noticed that sometime, between his inching in and his more fevered thrusts, the rest of his cock had finally wormed it’s way into the other man’s body.

Whatever, right? It felt fucking awesome. And Mr. Wesker’s cries to each stab of Rhino’s thick cock inside him? God. It was making Rhino sweat even harder.

It was so damn good. Everything he’d waited for. He’d never felt like this when fucking someone else. Maybe it was the size difference between them. Peering down at the much smaller man slung over the armrest taking every fucking inch of his meat; there was something illicit and delicious about it. The way Mr. Wesker clutched to the couch, sweaty head pressed submissively between his arms, stifling moans and gasps of breath. It pushed the goon onward.

All the yelling, the fumbling, the coaxing. All of it was worth just to experience how tight his boss felt around him. Feeling the smaller body twitch; gasp, writhing on the armrest each time his cock slammed forward.

And finally Rhino felt it. Release drawing near; his balls tightened; pulled up closer to his body. He let out a ‘Oh god, Boss, I’m gonna fill yah up somethin’ good.”

“Ah!” Was all Mr. Wesker seemed to be able to say.

Rhino snorted hot air and curled his arms around the body he was pounding into. With a hiss, he rocked back onto his hutches, yanking his boss up against his chest and continued to shove his entire length up into that tight willing little body. He kept one hand curled around the Ventriloquist’s chest as he nabbed the other downward, curling over his bosses own cock. Calloused fingers jerked almost as hard as his hips. The muscles in his thighs and pelvis strained as he pushed for that last bit of stretch into completion.

Mr. Wesker came before he did. The vicious, almost painful tightening around Rhino’s hammering cock made the goon snarl. Thick sticky white ropes of seed splattered out around his large pumping hand and he utterly lost it.

With another hard thrust up into his bosses body, the goon blew his load. Splurting out a pent up wad of hot runny cum that washed right back out around the base of his cock.

‘FUCK!” Rhino growled through his smiling teeth. “FUCK! BOSS! FUCK!”

His cock twitched; a couple more thrusts shoved deep inside his now spent boss, before the goon let his legs go out from under him and he collapsed on the couch. “Fuck… “

Rhino’s head spun with his orgasm, and he clutched Mr. Wesker tight to his chest. Holding the much smaller man close, still impaled quick deeply on his still jolting prick.

The goons head finally swayed back against the couch, and he let out hard pants for oxygen. “Oh god.. Fuck boss, that was awesome.. thanks boss… that was… fuck boss… You were great.. Oh god….”

Mr. Wesker let out a hard shudder sigh and bumped his head against the big goon’s shoulder. The smaller man’s body was one big sleek of sweat. Right through his bunched up shirt. His body was still quivering and clenched around Rhino’s still imbedded cock. “Y-you’re.. you’re w-welcome Rhino…”

Rhino was still grinning hard as he pulled his head back up and rested his forehead on the top of his bosses skull. “I love when you help, Boss, S’okay when Mr. Scarface yells at me, I know you’ll make me feel better. I just gotta wait for it.”

“You’re very patient R-rhino.” The smaller man winced as he was lifted, Rhino pulled his spent cock out from that tight internal embrace and cuddled up his boss into his great big meaty arms. He ran his thick thumb over the loosened hole; it was still hot and leaking his well-earned release; and continued to grin.

“S’my job, Boss. ‘n’ it’s got good perks. You’ll be walkin’ funny tomorrow. You think Mr. Scarface heard us?”

“Mmm, I dunno, Rhino.” Mr. Wesker seemed as if he was too tired to worry about the seething log right now. The boss rested his head against the goon’s chest. “If he did he’ll just scream at you some more I’m sure..”

Rhino popped his stretchy grin again. “Then I’ll need your help again, Boss.”

The Ventriloquist sighed and closed his eyes. “I think I’ll need a few days Rhino.”

“S’okay Boss.” The big goon felt his cheeks starting to hurt again. “I can wait.”

The End

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