1 . Name: Junkie @ 2012-07-26 19:30

Ladies and gentlemen, this is a nice little story I wrote about the Pyro and the Scout for the Facepunch forums. Hopefully you guys enjoy it just as much.

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The Scout sat up against a brick wall, his calloused fingers cushioning his face. The blaring sound of gunfire and cries of death were slightly muffled in here. It gave his mind some room to breathe. Something had occurred to the Scout earlier that day, an observation that had never before crept into his conscious strain of thought. As he observed the Pyro leaving the barracks, he never realized just how mysterious he was. What was behind that suit and mask? The thought invaded and conquered the boy’s brain; he could do nothing else but ponder this realization. The sound of a receding door broke the Scout’s strain of thought. His heart began racing as his eyes darted to each corner of the room. A muffled, crackled whistle began to reverberate through the room, the footsteps accompanying it growing closer in proximity to the Scout each second. He grabbed for his bat, tightening his grip around the cold metal in horrific anticipation.

Oblivious, the Pyro passed right by the terrified Scout, twirling a fireaxe in one hand as he whistled jocundly. The boy smacked his hands up to his mouth as he exhaled in relief. Seizing this opportunity, he began to follow the masked man, quieting his footsteps as he approached from behind. He followed the Pyro all the way to the spawn, sneaking over to a hole in the wall so he could observe the man without detection. But as the Pyro went about his business inside, the Scout couldn’t help but notice the size of the Pyro’s butt. The tight suit revealed every outline of the round behind as the maksed man bent down to reach for his purse. The boy became aroused, his crotch tightening; he bit his lower lip sensually. The Pyro got on his knees, pulling two burnt action figures from his bag and smashing them into each other, making muffled explosion noises each time they would connect. Grunts came from the opposite side of the wall, the Scout began to slide his fingers across his half erect shaft, occasionally pinching the tip of the foreskin. The masked creature’s ass was fully up in the air, an irresistible site for the voyeur observing him.

An idea sprang into the Bostonian’s mind as he looked at the hole in the wall, causing a devious smile to engulf his countenance.
“Ey you over der, come play wit me, I’m a toy!” a high pitched voice called from behind the Pyro. He dropped his burnt action figures, turning around to see an erect penis sticking out of the spawn room’s wall. The Scout flexed his penis every time he spoke, causing the member to bob up and down and appear alive.

“I’m Wally the snake!” the Scout continued in a goofy, high voice. “Can ya please play wit me? I got no friends!”

The Pyro got on his knees before the strange creature, eying it intensely. He tightened his gloved hand around the snake, pulling up and down. He couldn’t help but notice how stretchy this snake’s skin was.
“Oooh, t-this is a fun game, h-huh” the Scout muttered, his fake voice wavering as he pressed his head up against the hard wooden wall, his body overtaken with pleasure. The pyro picked up one of his burnt action figures and rammed it into the throbbing cock, making an explosion noise as the two collided.

“Fuck!” the Scout screamed in anguish, pulling his dick out of the hole and massaging it. “You frickin’ retard! What the hell’s a matter wit you?”
The Pyro put his eye up the hole to see the Scout gripping his dick in pain. He let out a small whimper and slid his head back.
“No-I” The Scout began, guilt consuming his voice. “I-I didn’t mean it like dat I’m sorry.” He walked through the spawn room door, his trousers half way down.
“Look,” the boy began. “I followed you here and I-“The Pyro placed his gloved hand over the scout’s arm as he began pulling up his pants. In silence, the Pyro pushed the boy’s lanky arm away, slowly pulling his trousers down once more with the opposite hand. The two stared at each other intensely for several silent seconds, their faces nearly touching. A rubbery grip consumed the Scout’s cock; he began to mumble intimately as he stared into the gas mask before him. The Pyro fell to his knees, grasping the firm shaft with both of his gloved hands. He began to tug up and down, giggling with each interval.

Grunting in pleasure, the scout cried “C’mon lemme return the favor.” He pushed the Pyro to the cold tile floor, kneeling over him as he jerked his own cock languidly.

“Let’s get you outta dis old suit, eh?” He grabbed a fistful of the suit and began to tug, grinning naughtily as he began to tear away at it. His grin turned to horror however and he observed the thin viscous strings of slime ooze from the inner portion of the piece he ripped off. The pyro got up, expanding the hole in his suit until it was fully ripped off of him. The Scout fell back in horror at the creature before him, the mask still on its face. The body was chunky and veiny, fat unevenly distributed across its body. Its skin was a murky yellow pigment, covered in various sores and massive, protruding moles. His large, sweaty tits hung over his pot belly, covered in strange red bumps and odd splotches of long hair that were caked with moisture. Its entire body began to jiggle as it walked up to the Scout, slowly removing its slimy, crumpled underwear. At one time the garments may have been white, but now they resembled an artifact of a long lost civilization, turned a septic color from years of enduring the presence of feces and urine. He tossed the crusty undergarment at the Scout, causing him to scream in horror as it landed on his face. Puke erupted out of his mouth as his nostrils inhaled the underwear’s musky fumes.
The Pyro pulled his rotted clump of foreskin back, revealing a healthy coating of smegma and dried blood. Red nodules of gonorrhea covered much of the surface area as well. His pubic hair extended up to his lower stomach and appeared moist, stuck to the crevices of his crotch not suffocated by fat rolls. He sat on the Scout’s chest, pushing his slimy cock up to the terrified boy’s mouth.

“NO!” The Scout cried as he gave out under the Pyro’s weight. The penis slid into his mouth, a cheesy gonorrhea nodule exploding as it rubbed up against one of his teeth, coating the back of his throat in pus. The Scout’s body began to resemble an epileptic fit, his lambs flailing helplessly under the corpulent beast on top of him. Cheesey curdles of smegma were washed off the rotten dick, mixing with saliva and the constant waves of puke the scout was forced to re-swallow each time they surfaced. Tears began to flood the scout’s eye sockets as he felt the warm, salty taste of urine fill his mouth. Inhuman noises continued to spout from the mask above him. The Pyro pulled his throbbing member out of the poor boy’s mouth, causing a fountain of vomit to rocket out and coat his chest as he gasped for dear life. The Pyro grasped hold of his hairy ass, spreading it and placing the hole up to the Scout’s mouth. It was covered in a thin, white film, a crusty blood red texture encircling it.
“I’m not lickin’ that, ya fuckin’ freak!” Scout cried in anguish. The pyro stomped down on his wrist with one foot, snapping it and causing the bone to tear upward from under the skin.

“OKAY, OKAY!” he screamed, closing his eyes as his entire face trembled. He licked the thick white coating from his asshole, holding back another batch of emesis. Letting out a cackle, the Pyro ripped a wet fart right onto the boy’s mouth, his asshole clenching around the Scout’s tongue. Urine-vomit erupted from the Scout’s mouth, coating the Pyro’s slimy asshole. He reached one, hairy finger down and began to prod the hole sticking it in and giggling with delight. He pulled his finger out; it was covered in a slimy coating of feces. He held the poor Bostonian by the neck with one hand, shoving the shit coated finger down his throat and up his nostrils.

“Fuck you!” The Scout vociferated, surprising the Pyro with an elbow to the neck. He broke free from the lumbering man’s grasp and began to crawl away, his pants off and his shirt covered in urine and vomit. The large man pounced on top of the spindly Scout, cracking his rib cage and causing him to roar in anguish. The Scout simply began to whimper as he felt the bumpy, slimy cock enter his asshole. The distorted, cackling moans drowned out the Scout’s cries, the Pyro entering deeper with each interval. After several minutes of rectum rape, the Pyro pulled his cock out of the boy’s destroyed asshole, a thin film of slime hung off from the tip to the hole itself. He turned the boy around, sitting on his chest and jerking off franticly. Letting out a sound of orgasmic bliss, his cock began to ooze yellow dribblings of semen onto the Scout’s face. The repugnant stench was too much for the scout, but all he could vomit now was mouthfuls of acid, each one searing his throat more and more. The Pyro gathered all the yellow, thick spurts of semen with one finger and placed it into the Scout’s mouth, forcing him to swallow it. The beast rose, putting on his underwear on and grabbing a new suit from the locker against the wall. The Scout just laid there motionless, yellow, custardy ejaculate still slipping down his throat. A note slowly cascaded down onto the Scout’s chest as the Pyro walked out the spawn room door. The Scout picked it up with his quivering hands, squinting his eyes to read the badly scribbled handwriting.

“Call me ;)” it read, the pyro’s phone number below it.