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Turning A New Tide
Cole Cassidy x Wuyang Ye (Overwatch 2)
written by mirrorsarc (September 2025)
“Thank you again sir for welcoming me warmly into Overwatch.” Wuyang thanked the man walking him into Watchpoint: Gibraltar. Cole chuckled softly, patting Wuyang on the back with his gloved hand. The younger man was practically skipping.
“You’ve thanked me at least five times already, kiddo. No need to thank me a sixth.” Cole said, puffing on his cigar offhandedly. Wuyang smiled giddily, it was a dream come true. Being welcomed into Overwatch by such a recognizable face, and walking into the building he could see many more heroes of Overwatch he recognized well.
“No way, that’s D.Va! Like Hana Song D.Va! And you get to work with her daily! Oh and that’s world famous DJ Lúcio!” Wuyang exclaimed excitedly, most of the Overwatch agents currently at Watchpoint: Gibraltar were idly talking to each other. It was later in the day and with the sun going down, mostly everyone had their work done for the day already.
“Yep, lots of warm and friendly faces here to greet you.” Cole said, pushing Wuyang forward and beckoning Echo, Orisa, and Lúcio forth. Wuyang had stars in his eyes as he shook hands with so many people he had seen fighting against Null Sector. What shocked him most was when Echo brought it to everyone’s attention that Wuyang himself had been involved in the resistance against Null Sector as well. It still shocked him that his minor part in helping out during the attack was noticed so much.
“I hope you enjoy your time here as much as I have, Wuyang. It was a dream come true for Efi and me.” Orisa told Wuyang, Cole walked a distance away to talk to D.Va for a moment.
“Thank you Orisa, I’m sure I will. You all are so kind!” Wuyang thanked Orisa, Lúcio, and Echo. And by the time Cole returned from talking with D.Va, he looked like he could use a break from the crowd. He motioned for Wuyang to follow him, Wuyang waved to his new friends as he followed Cole deeper into the building.
“I can only tolerate so much of that talk of those… pachi fellas…” Cole said, “There’s so many of them, I can’t keep track of them all. I don’t know how Hana does.”
“Oh yeah Pachimari, there’s lots of them! There’s…” Wuyang began.
“Oh not you too, I’ve been told enough about them for today.” Cole chuckled, patting Wuyang on the shoulder affectionately. Because despite the excitement he could see in Wuyang’s eyes to talk about the topic, Cole couldn’t wrap his head around all of it no matter how much Hana had talked him through it all.
Wuyang realized just how long the two had been walking, his eyes averted to Cole and the large man’s casual gate. Despite his towering height over the shorter man, his steps were much slower meaning that Wuyang didn’t have to speed walk to keep up. If anything, Wuyang had to walk slower to keep up with Cole’s casual pace. With each step the tall cowboy took, his spurs clicked methodically like the cowboy’s walking pace. Wuyang realized he was staring and averted his eyes.
“I could really use some relaxation and de-stressing after all that, how about you?” Cole asked, opening a door to a lounging room deep inside of Watchpoint: Gibraltar. He stepped forward, and flopped down on one of the many lounge chairs within and beckoned Wuyang forth into the dimly-lit room. Wuyang hesitated for a moment, it almost looked like…
It made Wuyang pause at the doorframe.
“So… care to join me?” Cole asked, and Wuyang nodded. Pushing past the theatrics and entering the room with Cole. He heard the distinctive locking of the door behind him and looked at the casual cowboy for a moment already spread out on his chair, “You’re free to leave whenever you like, that only stops people from coming in, not leaving.” Cole paused for a moment, “Been interrupted more times than even I’m comfortable with.”
“Is this… okay?” Wuyang asked, nervously. Cole nodded his head.
“You should see the way Morrison looks at me when I do this stuff, but I’m not a stickler for the rules. I write my own set.” Cole said, propping his arms behind his head and his gaze was still on Wuyang, and specifically on his chest. Wuyang hesitated for a moment, finally realizing why he was so resistant to this. He cleared his throat nervously, feeling unsteady.
“You didn’t… uhmmm… help me with becoming an agent of Overwatch… just for this, right?” Wuyang asked, briefly feeling a mixture of emotions. Embarrassment, and jadedness.
“Oh… I see… ‘Course not, as I said, what you did during that fight against Null Sector ain’t nothin’ to scoff at.” Cole complimented Wuyang, but to the perceptive young man it almost felt like Cole was buttering him up, “As I said before, you’re free to leave if you’d like.”
Cole’s eyes had a glint in them that made Wuyang shiver.
“But I got a mighty good idea in my head you won’t.” Cole’s deep and well-spoken voice echoed softly in the dimly lit room. It made Wuyang shiver, the way Cole portrayed himself. Casually sat in his chair as if this was just another ordinary day to the cowboy. Cole continued,
“The way you stare at me, I’ve seen it before, and I’m used to it.” Cole said, not moving from the chair he was sat in, his legs were spread out far, manspreading wide. Everything about his tone and demeanor was casual, as if he had done this before. Or at least something like this.
And of course Cole had seen him staring at the cowboy’s massive size. His hands, boots, everything on the cowboy was massive. In comparison Cole looked like a father next to him, and while Wuyang wasn’t embarrassed about his less-than-average height, it was something entirely different when he was stood next to someone so tall. Something about it worked on the young man.
Cole’s eyes were on Wuyang’s hands, they were on his thighs and idly grabbing at his pants. Cole sighed softly.
“You need to talk first?” Cole asked, putting his casual demeanor away for a moment and sitting forward. Wuyang nodded, finally walking forward and sitting down in the armchair beside Cole, Wuyang set his staff but the door of the room, “What’s got you so nervous, Wuyang?”
“It’s just… aggghhh… all of this. Meeting all these people, they’ve all done so much and I haven’t done much of anything. I just don’t understand, why me? All I’ve done is save a handful of people…” Wuyang hung his head speaking faster and faster until he ran out of steam, he didn’t mean to sound like a pick-me. It was just where his head was at during that moment. His sister was much more qualified, and while she too did get initiated into Overwatch (after hiding it from Wuyang for a bit), Wuyang wasn’t sure he was qualified for this.
Cole sat there for a moment, thinking about what Wuyang had said.
“You really think all these people including yours truly were stars when they first came into Overwatch?” Cole asked, with an eyebrow cocked. He was already sitting back casually, Wuyang felt even more out of his depth. Had Cole also had this exact same conversation before too?
“Well, no… but…” Wuyang stammered, struggling to find a counterpoint to Cole’s reasoning, “I’m not…”
“I’d say whatever has your head spinning needs to take a hike, they didn’t hand-pick you for no reason, Wuyang.” Cole said, and while casual, he was attentive to the younger man’s anxiety. He leaned forward once more, placing a hand on Wuyang’s knee that was tantalizingly close to Cole’s own startlingly thick thigh.
“Ain’t nothing to be ashamed of for doubting yourself.” Cole reminded Wuyang, and the younger man looked up at Cole. He could see the tiredness in the cowboy’s eyes, the handsomely trimmed beard chiseling his face, and Wuyang had to remind himself not to stare, again.
But it was difficult when someone like Cole Cassidy was sitting right next to him.
Cole didn’t say anything for a moment, opting to embrace the silence and let Wuyang think on what he said, only speaking back up after a couple minutes. Wuyang, while still having confliction in his eyes and the twitching in his mouth, at the very least looked slightly more confident in himself, “Any better yet, kiddo?”
Wuyang hesitated, “Y-yeah… thanks… … Mr. Cassidy.”
“Cole.” Cassidy corrected him.
“R-right..!” Wuyang stammered once more, and Cole sighed again. It would’ve stressed him out if things didn’t bounce off of him so easily. The kid just needed to ease up, and he was good at helping people to do that. Wuyang was jumpy at tense at best and jumpy at worst, something that the cowboy was adept at helping to ease. Cole’s hand inched up closer to Wuyang’s thigh, the massive prosthetic extremity took up a majority of the young man’s knee and now a bit of his thigh too.
“Any further thoughts on my offer?” Cole asked after another minute of silence, Wuyang looked at him confused for a moment.
“Huh? Wha-... …” He thought for a second, “Oh! Right, yeah!” Wuyang didn’t even realize how enthusiastically he said it until the words left his mouth. Maybe he did need to cool off that badly.
“Anything specific in mind you have a liking for?” Cole asked, resuming his normal position of leaning back in his armchair. Legs still spread out wide, his hulking thighs stretching out his pants. The cowboy grabbed his cigar out of his mouth, snuffing it out in the ashtray on the table between their two chairs. The only thing Wuyang felt at that moment was the emptiness of his thigh after Cole’s hand left it, “Or would you like me to pick something I like?”
Wuyang perked up hearing that, “Y-yeah! That would be better.”
“Can’t decide yourself, too many options to pick from? Fine by me.” Cole chuckled softly, lighting another cigar slowly and deftly. He flicked his lighter closed and stowed it away in his pocket.
Cole’s eyes lifted to meet Wuyang’s, “I’d like to rub myself against your chest if that fits in your schedule.”
Wuyang blinked, hearing the request and looked down at his own chest and saw why Cole requested that in the first place. His clothing was especially well-fitted around his chest, outlining his pecs extremely well. What was on his mind was the fact that no one had pointed it out before.
It wasn’t that he never noticed it, just that no one had ever looked at him like that before.
Until now.
“Ease up, partner. You’re jitterin’ like you’ve never done anythin’ before.” Cole trailed off, standing up and then crouching down in front of Wuyang, both of his hands came to rest on Wuyang’s thighs and the younger man trembled further, “You have done this stuff before, right?”
Wuyang hesitated, again.
“Totally, yeah! Just nothing like this.” Wuyang said, and Cole chuckled softly, his hands moving forward towards Wuyang’s inner thighs.
“You’re a horrible liar kiddo, just ease up for me. And I’ll do all the work, alright?” Cole said, his hands getting thrillingly close to the younger man’s protruding bulge. He was breathing deeply to attempt to pace himself, but in reality,
Wuyang had no fucking clue what he was doing.
“And before I continue, this is okay with you, right? You have the authority to back out at any time.” Cole asked, his hands nearly cupping around Wuyang’s bulge.
But Wuyang didn’t hesitate this time, “I’d be silly to turn this down.” And there was confidence in his voice finally, which brought a smile to Cole’s face. He had an unorthodox way of getting his point across, but it was working finally.
“That’s it, partner. Let me work my magic, and you just enjoy yourself, got it?” Cole said, looking up into Wuyang’s eyes. Crouched before him, the view was impressive. Wuyang’s body was well-muscled but not overtly big. His not overtly bulky proportions felt malleable, and manageable. Contrary to Cole’s own body, big and bulky, but he knew what his own body was and was not capable of.
Wuyang gasped, feeling Cole’s hands on his bulge finally, shuddering from the external stimulation. Cole’s non-judgmental laughter echoed through the room once more, “You really do need this, huh?”
“Y-yes, sir! I-I mean Cassid- I mean Cole!” Wuyang stammered, his mind shattering at such a simple touch. His inexperience was preying on him already, but it didn’t bother Cole at all.
Cole didn’t speak, smiling though, as he found Wuyang charming and endearing. He just wanted Wuyang to have a good time and enjoy himself without having to worry about doing any of the work. Wuyang took a deep breath, attempting to relax himself and focused on the sensations below. Feeling Cole’s big hands on his bulge, he allowed himself to lock onto it and let his mind melt.
“There you go, now you’re getting it.” Cole acknowledged Wuyang’s progress, and before Wuyang could stammer out anything, Cole put a single finger to Wuyang’s lips and quieted him, simply saying a single word,
“Relax.”
So Wuyang did, melting to the cowboy’s touch, allowing himself to have his bulge touched and played with. Wuyang knew for a fact the inside of his pants were already soaked from his precum, but he didn’t mind. This would be worth the cleanup, especially when Cole moved his efforts upwards, and speaking of that,
“Let’s get this out.” Cole’s deep voice resonated with Wuyang’s dick, but the younger man was surprised when Cole stood up fully. His towering and wide body looming over Wuyang. He wasn’t talking about Wuyang’s dick.
Unzipping his pants, slowly to tease the younger man, Cole reached his gloved hand inside the flap and fished around for a moment. Wuyang was back to being tense, his breaths fast as the anticipation drove him wild to see Cole’s cock. He thought about what it would look like, what it would feel like.
And soon enough, a fat cock and two hefty hairy balls flopped out of the flap in Cole’s pants. A semi-erect cock of massive proportions, thick, long and with a partially foreskin-covered bulbous cockhead. Wuyang began to breathe even faster, finally having his eyes on it. Cole stepped forward and was practically on top of the younger man and blocking out all the ambient light from the room from reaching the younger man. Wuyang was ready for it, and Cole had a grin on his face.
Wuyang’s clothes flew off of his body in a display of expertise, Cole’s hands worked Wuyang’s top off with such ease that when Wuyang’s pecs were free they bounced sensually and the young man let out a moan, averting his eyes from his chest. But Cole could tell why.
“These sensitive?” Cole asked, prodding one of Wuyang’s nipples with a gloved finger and a stifled moan from Wuyang confirmed his suspicions, “Won’t get you too overstimulated today, if you do decide for seconds I’ll let you pick if you want those played with.”
Wuyang nodded, his mind felt like waves were crashing into it over and over slowly making him succumb to his deepest desires. But that wasn’t to say he didn’t want this, because he very very much did want to have the cock in front of him between his pecs. Cole’s cock throbbed idly, seeing Wuyang’s torso free from the clothes previously concealing it, and his eyes lingered on the pecs, his goal.
“Still hangin’ in there, Wuyang?” Cole asked, motioning for Wuyang to lean forward so things could progress. Wuyang nodded, and when he was in position, Cole sat down on his abdomen, straddling the younger man and the chair he was sat in. His movements were fluid and done with expertise.
He really had done everything before.
Cole’s dick was now resting on Wuyang’s pecs, almost poking at the younger man’s chin from its immense length. Now fully erect, Cole’s cock throbbed eagerly for things to progress again. Precum was beginning to form at the slit of Cole’s erect penis. But before he let things continue, he reached back with his prosthetic hand and freed Wuyang’s bulge by simply pulling down Wuyang’s pants. The younger man gasped, feeling his dick throb free from his pants, and Cole chuckled, amused at how wet the young man’s dick was already from just his precum.
“This working you up that much?” Cole asked, not in a belittling way, but amused that his charm had such a profound effect over Wuyang. The younger man didn’t nod, or say anything in confirmation of Cole’s words, letting out a deep and drawn out moan,
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Removing his glove, Cole began to work on Wuyang’s thick shaft. While average in size, Wuyang had girth, and plenty of it, “Thicker than a can a’ Nano Cola?”
“I-I’m surprised you know what that is..! And it’s about the same thickness..!” Wuyang stammered between moans from Cole now stroking his cock, it shocked him how his dick felt almost entirely encompassed by Cole’s single hand. But the main event was finally about to begin.
“Now, in order to make this feel good for both of us, I need you to hold these together while I make things happen.” Cole said, gesturing to Wuyang’s pecs, “I know I said I’d do all the work, but I’m short a hand to make this all work.”
“I… might have a solution for that…” Wuyang said, suddenly nervous. Cole looked to the side for a moment and took a long drag on his cigar, his eyes were unfocused slightly, “Kiddo if you’ve got some magical power that will make this better, all I have to say is, why haven’t you used it sooner?”
“I… uhh… didn’t want to make things weird..!” Wuyang confided, but Cole waved him off with a reassuring smile, “Things are already pretty ‘weird’ as is, show me what you got kiddo.”
Wuyang took a deep breath, he had only ever tried this on himself so he knew it felt good. But with Cole’s reassurance he felt confident in letting someone else experience it. Waving a hand in the air, water came to Wuyang from his staff set by the door of the room. Cole’s eyes were on Wuyang’s studying him and eyeing what was about to happen.
“Let me know if it's the right temperature.” Wuyang said, and the water moved forward and made a ring around Cole’s hefty shaft, two streams of water came out from the ring and made their way to the sides of Wuyang’s pecs and formed hands that pushed them together, trapping Cole’s cock between them.
“Oh now that’s just divine. You keep that up and things will get messy reaaaaalll quick.” Cole said, a hearty grunt leaving his lips as he watched in shock, not only was there a water ring on his own cock but there was now one on Wuyang’s too. Connected by thin streams of water, they expertly enhanced the feelings. And to Wuyang’s credit, the water was a perfect temperature and it was bent perfectly to heighten their time together, “Now then, let’s heat things up.”
Cole began to expertly work his hips in between Wuyang’s thick pecs, with the way the water hands held them together, Cole could easily fuck them. With each thrust, his cockhead would protrude out of the top and then slide back inside when he pulled back, revealing the base of his humongous cock.
“C-Cole… you feel incredible..!” Wuyang stammered, feeling Cole’s cockhead bump against his chin occasionally when the cowboy thrusted further than he meant to. Cole was beginning to sweat now, still using a hand to work Wuyang’s cock.
“So do you, Wuyang. Glad you had this trick up your sleeve, this is mighty fine.” Cole complimented Wuyang’s ability, and Wuyang blushed deeply.
“It can also do this.” Wuyang hesitated for a brief moment before with the snap of his fingers, the rings of water around both of their cocks began to move up and down their shafts. Expertly without collecting any of the precum and keeping both their dicks equally hydrated, it further heightened the mood. Cole was beginning to pick up the pace now, his cowboy hat was starting to jostle around his head from the rough movements. And with each thrust, Wuyang felt Cole’s balls sliding along his abs. The hairiness of Cole’s sack was one more thing that made the moment even more blissful.
“Sublime work, kiddo. You’ll get me over the edge soon enough with this party trick.” Cole complimented Wuyang once more, making the younger man fluster even further. Cole noticed, but decided not to comment on it. He was trying to make Wuyang relax, not fluster him so deeply he would have been incapable of doing that.
Wuyang and Cole moaned out at the same moment, and despite things heating up, the water hands pushing Wuyang’s pecs together and the rings of water around both of their cocks retained a comforting and alluring temperature.
It was impressive how Wuyang’s smooth pecs when pushed together almost swallowed Cole’s huge cock entirely. He only knew of one man who could make it disappear entirely, but his focus was on the young man beneath him who was moaning up a storm.
“C-Cole… I’m not gonna last l-l-long… Zhè gǎnjué zhēn hǎo…” Wuyang’s hands, which were free due to him not needing to hold his own pecs together, wandered to the cowboy’s body. And despite him being clothed, Wuyang didn’t mind getting handsy. Cole nearly gasped when he felt Wuyang’s hands on his body, but easily leaned into it and allowed the young man to feel his body.
“You’ve got me nearly there, kiddo. Keep it up.” Cole said, slowly in an impossibly deep voice. It practically rattled Wuyang’s soul hearing how deep and pleasured Cole felt. From the throbbing of his cock, the precum spilling out of the tip and dripping down Wuyang’s neck, and the pursing of the cowboy’s lips.
“S-shit..!” Wuyang stammered, Cole cocked an eyebrow momentarily through his horny bliss and realized what the younger man was stuttering about. Wuyang came, hard. Shooting a load onto Cole’s back, and the young man let out a long satisfied moan. Cole turned his focus back to the water hands which were loosening their grip, but the ring around Cole’s cock had remained which was all he needed.
“Show ain’t over yet, kiddo.” Cole grinned, bearing down on Wuyang. He batted away the water hands making the dissipate and using his large hands he pushed Wuyang’s pecs together to fuck them himself. Wuyang’s head was spinning but he could see a look in Wuyang’s eyes; desire. He wanted to see it through even if he was hardly conscious of anything now that he had cum, “This’ll do it.”
Cole moaned, his balls sliding against Wuyang’s smooth and hairless abs making him shudder. The grip the young man’s equally as smooth pecs had on his fat cock making finally tipping him over the edge, Cole’s mouth let out a symphony of pleasure, and as the water ring around his cock slid over the glans of his penis, Cole came, equally as hard as Wuyang did.
His load splattered into Wuyang’s neck, nearly with enough force it knocked the wind out of the younger man. Wuyang succumbed to his fatigue from his orgasm, allowing Cole to plaster his load all over his upper body and the younger man reveled in the feeling. He felt beyond satisfied with how Cole had treated him and welcomed him to his new life.
When Cole finally finished, he stood up off of Wuyang and his cock bobbed around, slinging around cum as he did.
“Mighty fine party trick you had there, kiddo. Wouldn’t mind doing this again with you.” Cole said, puffing on his cigar and letting the smoke float up towards the ceiling of the room.
He didn’t hear a response, turning around to see the young man had nearly passed out. Cole sighed softly, a bit disdained that this always seemed to happen when he was with someone inexperienced. He knelt down in front of Wuyang, cupping the young man’s face with his prosthetic hand. The metal of his hand chilled the younger man and roused him back to reality.
“Hey..! O-Oh..! Sorry, Cole.” Wuyang stuttered out an apology, attempting to stand up but his body felt so heavy from the experience. Cole patted the young man’s bare chest fondly.
“Not a worry, partner. Let’s get you cleaned up though, you don’t mind if I carry you?” Cole asked, his arms reaching underneath Wuyang to cart him off to the showers. But to his surprise, Wuyang waved Cole off.
“I’ve got… another trick for that.” Wuyang said drowsily, and drawing more water from his staff, Cole watched in awe as water surrounded himself, Wuyang, and the chair Wuyang was still sat in. Almost in a lazily done way, Wuyang washed the two clean from all the cum that had been spent. Wuyang even went the extra mile to make sure both his cock and Cole’s were completely clean with a gentle yet thorough scrub to those parts specifically.
When Wuyang drew the water away, Cole was even more shocked that his clothes didn’t feel wet. The young man really was good at his ability, “Can you open that window for a sec.”
Wuyang’s voice was getting more and more drowsy as he sunk deeper and deeper into his chair. The water orb; a mixture of cum and water hovered in the room between the two. Cole walked over to the window above a couch in the room, leaning over it and opening up the window. The water orb levitated to it and the second it was out of the window it fell apart to the ground below.
Cole turned back to see Wuyang was half-asleep now, and his smile remained.
Moving the young man to the couch after zipping himself back up, he laid down on the couch and placed Wuyang on top of himself, holding the young man caringly. He had pulled Wuyang’s pants up enough so his genitals were put away. But the young man was still shirtless.
“H-hey…” Wuyang barely roused when Cole prodded his nipple, and while the young man did shiver slightly from the touch, he still remained barely conscious.
“Just havin’ some fun. Get some rest, I’ll be here as long as you need me, Wuyang.” Cole’s voice lulled the young man to sleep.
“Good… time… …” Wuyang barely managed through his fatigue. Cole nodded, holding Wuyang close and positioning his cowboy hat so it covered his face so he too could get some rest.
- written by mirrorsarc (September 2025)