A small water sports ficlet, nothing too serious. ================================================================ It all just sort of happened. Engie and I were just having our usual beer by the fire, he was strumming that worn down Gibson of his as I just sat back, enjoying the heat of the fire on my feet. Things had been slow, as usual. Small talk about the match of that day, how we hated the Spy and how we'd end him the next day. Our little talk shifted to more intimate things and before I knew it, Engineer had put his guitar down and took me in his lap. We kissed, small pecks at first as I gently ground down against him. We had done this kind of thing often, but lately, we just didn't have time or the energy for such shenanigans. But now we had. We kissed harder, I could feel his hands holding my ass, urging me to grind harder. I knew we'd both probably finish in our trousers, for things always went so fast after a certain point. My breathing became labored as my hips got a mind of their own. I could feel his erection against my own and I grabbed onto his shoulders, leaning down to kiss him harder. Moans escaped our throats, and he pulled me closer. My hands went up to pull off those goggles so I could see his gray/blue eyes, tip off that silly helmet of his to make us both more comfortable. I could feel my pants straining, though not only because he caused me to be as hard as rock, but also because of the liters of beer in my bladder now. I groaned, shifting uneasily, trying to escape his grasp to get up and take a piss elsewhere. I might be into that kind of thing, but I wasn't sure about my Texan mate and didn't want to force it on him, not even by accident. "Mate...I need to take a piss." I tried to get him to let me stand, but his hands only gripped my ass firmer and bucked up into me. "Shhh." he had hushed me and began to whistle lowly. His eyes clouded with lust and his lips dry. I could feel my belly protesting about keeping my urine inside for so long. "I'm serious!" I tried to break away, but it was too late. When I rose my hips to stand, I lost control of myself and within seconds, a warm wetness began to spread through my jeans. Engineer had pulled me back down, rolling his hips desperately into mine. His eyes widened and I couldn't look at him no more. My eyes were closed as I froze on the spot as I felt my bladder empty itself on my friend, but his hands kept me down, kept on urging me to grind against him. "That's it.." he moaned, it caught me off guard. "Ah fuck, Stretch... That's it. Let it all go." Carefully I opened my eyes to look at him, but what I found was something I couldn't even dream for. His round face was scrunched up, his teeth worried down into his bottom lip as his face was bright red. I lowered my gaze to our crotches, our jeans had colored two shades darker where my piss had spread. I could even hear it dripping off my plastic lawn chair that we were sitting in. I felt him shift and suddenly I was standing, his hands on my hips as he made me lean over the chair while he had shimmied behind me. The wet bulge in his pants rubbed against my dry ass, I could feel the wetness cool rapidly in the cold desert night air, it got me shivering. I heard him breathe softly, his hips now carefully grinding into my ass, I felt his fingers grip my hips a bit tighter and lowered me a bit. His whistling continued and then a same warm spot spread over my behind. His grinding never stopped as he allowed his own piss to run free. After that he unzipped my pants, tossing me until I spent myself over his hand, his own clothed arousal satisfied against my wet ass. We didn't speak of what had happened, we simply sat back down in our respectable seats again, popping open another beer, clinking the glass bottles together as we went back as if nothing had happened. Neither of us knew that we'd do these things on a more regular basis after that. Whether it was pissing on each other or just watching each other suffer from holding back too long. It was our dirty little playtime.
aw man... this is so fucking hot. more of this, please.
More... please
if you guys have suggestions, then please suggest...Because I have NO IDEA what to write further....
Doesn't really have anything to do with this story, but I would kill to read a fic with two Snipers torturing a Spy with jarate. Bottled or fresh.
More omorashi would be amazing.
Question for you lot, how are you guys with fem!pyro? I got a bit of an idea in my mind, but I won't post it if it's a big NAY
No complaints here.
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>>9 Deleted as part of a longer-spanning warning on a user who has been needlessly abrasive over a rather long span of time, but never quite gone past where we draw the line for unacceptable posting in a single post, save once. Continue with your business as normal. (P.S. I'm a bit of a fan of fempyro if she stays in-suit mostly, if that helps your question. Not quite so much the watersports, but it's your thread, write what you will!)
Hey, if there's pee in it, then i'm 100% interested.
> 7 I don't know what Pyro has between its legs. I don't care. It's irrelevant to who Pyro is. And the fact that things like sex and gender are both unknown and irrelevant are an important aspect of what makes Pyro the mysterious rubber suit monster we all know and love. So while I don't think the mere mention of an ovary is going to destroy Pyro's character, I think you should ask yourself why you need to bring up Pyro's sex/gender, and if it's important to the plot, ask yourself whether or not Pyro is the best character to use for a plot that requires discreet sex/gender identities. Maybe it is and maybe it isn't. It's doable. I've seen it done. But I've seen enough authors butcher Pyro's character in the name of "looking under the mask" that you'll have to understand if I'm a bit hesitant. But it's your story. Whether or not it turns out to be any good is entirely in your hands.
@12. The reason why I want to try to write a female pyro is mainly because of the uniform. If you desperately need to pee and you're stuck in a one piece suit with belts and extras it can be rather stressful to get out of it in time, in order to keep the article of clothing dry. And I believe that desperation is a common theme in the watersports section? I did spoil the plot now.
@13 that sounds fucking amazing.
just any sort of desperation would be good. sniper especially *A*
13 Sounds fair enough to me. Although as the person with both a penis and an occupation that often involves boilersuits and straps, I can tell you that you really don't have to be female for this to be an issue. For some idiotic reason they refuse to put flies on most suits so you end up having to strip down past the hips to get your peeing parts out, same as a girl would. In fact I've been in this situation so many times I can't even... apparently I need to vent about this. It's actually extremely frustrating. So if you wanted to write a sex-ambiguous pyro for this plot you definitely could. You'd just have to forget to mention exactly which type of genitalia Pyro is clinging onto as it desperately fumbles with buckles and zippers.
Start game. 'How long have I been sitting here? A few hours?' I asked myself as I glanced over the crates and barrels I was sitting behind. My objective had been simple: find the Sniper, and gather intel on the man. Quite a simple task at hands; this particular man was fascinating, sure I've done my research before hand and had various sources telling me this man was everything besides sanitary, but seeing it with my own eyes was something completely different. The man had knocked out a small window pane, aligning his rifle so that he could cover nearly every angle of the field before him, yet stay out of sight. He was perched on nothing more but a wooden crate, another one stood on his side. Jars, filled and empty alike, were stacked on the second one, along with a thermos and a mug, a bag with camping appliances stood in the far corner, away from this hunter. I've been observing for so long, seen how he'd just sit there, taking aim, following his victims through his scope and then the thunder of firing. Rumors were true, this man was everything but sanitary, the jars on the crate beside him held yellow liquid, urine, I knew now. But a whole lot more than an average human being would be able to produce on just a single day. 'Perhaps a biological defect?' I thought to myself as I witness him growling, squeezing his legs together, frantically putting his rifle down again only to reach for a jar and empty himself in it, filling it only for a bit. 'Maybe an infection?' It didn't matter, the man fascinated me in a way I found disgusting. Our workday ended and when it did, Sniper just picked up his stuff and left. I continued my observations for a couple of days and made sure I'd document every single small detail. He had a couple of spots he'd visit regularly, for they seemed to have the widest field of vision. He was a terribly good aimer. Though as our workweek progressed, he was getting anxious. I'm sure he knew I was hiding with him in the same room; he had been calling out for their masked monstrosity to check the room before he'd set up his little campsite and moved spots more often. I doubt it had to do with how our teams down below were fighting. On the fifth day; he eventually set up his campsite in the first room I observed him; his crates and backpack in the same position as the last time we were here, but the number of jars had lessened. Once he took his seat, he wasn't posed the same way as he usually was. His legs were a bit further apart and he had shifted a bit more to the edge of his makeshift seat. 'Perhaps he's gotten rid of the infection and doesn't need to urinate that often any longer. Or he simply ran out of jars...' I reasoned as I sat utterly still behind my barrels and boxes. I was cloaked, of course, there was no way he could know I was in that same room with him. My heart stopped briefly when their Pyro entered the small room; but was relieved when Sniper told him off. "No need for you here, Pyro, go see if you can help the boys out downstairs." he had told the masked man (or was he a she? I still don't know.) Of course the Pyro nodded obediently as they left and shut the door. Once Sniper was sure he was 'alone' he turned back to his little window, but he had lingered his vision to my direction. It was strange, seeing him grin like that. It was almost as if he could see me. Moments passed and his jars were filling up slowly. My own bladder was complaining to me now too; I'd been trailing the bushman all day and had drank a bit more water than usual; because of the desert heat. I ignored my own need for now, work was more important than a break. Slowly the minutes turned into an hour and Sniper had just screwed the lid of his last jar shut. Even though he was mumbling and whispering, I could hear himself curse under his breath. The sounds of liquid hitting glass had been rather triggering to my own simple need, biting my lip I had managed to get myself in a bit more comfortable position to hold myself in. But observing my target had gotten harder by each passing minute. I tried to shift my weight as silent as possible, left to right and back again. It was hard to focus on my task; but once I managed to focus myself again, the most unimaginable thing happened. The Sniper was scoped and following his prey, his body was shifting a bit more to the edge of his seat and he opened his legs a bit wider; giving me a full view of his crotch area. Slowly but surely there was a large damp spot appearing in his jeans; and it grew larger and wetter. My eyes widened; he was wetting himself and wasn't even bothered by it. My thoughts began to race; questions followed one another in a rapid tempo but they all remained unanswered. I sat still, my mouth agape as I heard the thunder of his rifle firin and his taunting afterwards. It left my head ringing; or was it the fact that I seem to develop an erection that made my head spin? Slowly but surely he reloaded his weapon and shifted again; scoping in on his next prey. He sat there minutes silently not even phased by the wetness of his jeans or by the fact that his urine was dripping off the side of his seat. I witnessed how his breathing sped up as he lowered his gun and sat straight; his mouth in a scowl as his hand rubbed the bulge in his trousers for only a moment before pulling away from it again. Another wet spot appeared; growing larger rapidly. Apparently this was a good one; for he moaned and tilted his head back, seemingly enjoying himself pissing his own pants. I swallowed fully aware of my own full bladder that desperately needed to be emptied. The sound of urine dripping and the sound of someone else urinating was constricting; I needed to go. I needed to go NOW. My choices were simple; I could fight him; have him kill me. Or I could at least attempt to sneak out. I decided to try the latter. Quiet as a mouse I shifted from my spot; my cloak still not drained at all which was my luck. The moment I moved however Sniper snapped his head towards me and he stood. "I know you're there Spook..." he growled and I uncloaked, there was no use in staying cloaked, my best chances now were to run and hopefully not piss myself on the way out. But before I could even make the first step into sprinting, Sniper's hand had folded itself around the lapel of my jacket, gripping me tight and pushing me against he wooden wall. "I knew you were here from the first day you've decided to stalk me... Do you like what you've observed?" He asked, his tongue licking his dry and cracked lips. I didn't even care at that moment of what he was going to do to me. "Unhand me!" I demanded desperately, squirming against him. "Unhand me this instance!" "Or what? You're going to kill me?" His tone was threatening yet not. "I know how a man looks who is desperate. An' I say you are desperate." His body had moved so I could not escape him. I snarled at him, struggled to free myself form him, begging my bladder to hold on a bit longer... But I failed. The moment he parted my legs with his and pressed one free hand against my lower stomach it had been done. I panicked for a split second before I fully enjoyed my first piss of that day. I didn't care about my suit, I did not care that he saw, felt and smelled me. All I cared about was that feeling of pure relief washing over me as the stream of warm piss ran down my legs. I looked at my captor when the stream was slowly coming to a halt. His expression was that of amazement and pleasure; he had posed himself between my legs, his crotch just underneath my own as he allowed me to rest against the wall. I could feel his erection twitching under the harsh cotton fabric of his pants. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" he commented once I stopped peeing. "I knew you'd like it." "Shut up and unhand me!" I demanded again; only to be put down on my feet again and was actually unhanded. My hand slipped to my knife and I was ready to kill him for what he had put me through. But he looked at me with a smile. "I won't tell anyone of what happened; as long as you don't tell anyone." he whispered. "Our dirty little secret." My mind drew blank, I did not know how to react to this all; I was left standing in my own filth as he had stepped back. I eyed him up and down, his pants soaked with his own piss and mine. A clear erection in them as well. I couldn't say I hadn't enjoyed this; for I had... Biting my lip I kept looking at him, perched on that soaked crate again. Slowly I averted my eyes from him and looked down at myself; my suit was ruined and there was a large puddle of my own piss at my feet, which had also soaked into my shoes. Slowly I stepped over to him, a slushing sound came from my shoes and I grimaced. "I won't tell as long as you won't tell." I parroted him as I looked out of the window briefly. Before I knew what was happening we were both on the floor, half in a puddle of his piss half on the dry end. His hips were rubbing against mine and my mind clouded. Clothed we rutted against one an other; humping each other like horny teenagers that didn't have protection but wanted relief. Once we both came in our pants. (They were already soiled any way, so why not?) I felt him sit up, his crotch tightly pressed against mine. "May I mark you?" was his question and I looked at him before smirking at him. "You may not." He nodded and rolled off of me, only to lay back, adjust his penis in his trousers and the sound of him urinated filled my ears. I did not ask questions when he pushed his kukri against my throat; I allowed him to kill me and send me to respawn, for I knew I held a power over him, he could not deny. Our game had just begun.
That Sniper/Spy was amazing! Watersports starring these two are WAY too rare, yet they always turn out to be delicious. I enjoyed this more than I probably should have. Thank you for this.
Soft snores and the smell of sex lingered in Sniper’s van. Both men curled up against each other, Spy hugging Sniper from behind, the sheets kicked away from their warm bodies. It wasn’t uncommon that the couple usually retreated to Sniper’s mobile home for private time, no one really ventured out the base to visit the camper, knowing that the bushman liked his peace and quiet more than the company of others, giving the two men a perfect place for their recreations. We have been together for some time now, our mutual kink of water sports had hooked us up. At first Spy was the dominant. He had the power; telling me what I could or could not do. But that line had started to fade when we developed a more deeper bound. We communicated more and soon our relationship didn’t only revolve around the kinks we shared. Where we would part ways almost right after, we began to linger, share a beer, a meal, a bed. Though I began to love Spy unconditionally, the man proved to be an excellent and caring lover, there was one thing that makes me highly uncomfortable. Spy is clingy when he sleeps, especially post-coitus. The man would wrap his limbs around me like a squid hugging its prey, not ever letting go. At first I thought it was cute and endearing, but it started to become a problem. Spy really didn’t let me go while he was asleep, and I have to wake the man or Houdini my way out whenever I have to take a piss. Which in my case was at least three times a night. Usually I keep my usual jars close by, so I didn’t have to get out of bed at all and can fall asleep happily right after. But tonight I forgot to stack up and things were starting to get uncomfortable. Twisting and turning I tried to get out of Spy’s death grip. But the Frenchman had different plans. His arms locked firmer around my torso, hands threading through the curly chest hair, his legs wrapping around mine, causing us to look like a mess of limbs. Reaching down I had to squeeze myself in order not to lose control and I grunted softly, cramps settling in now too. Great… I tried a couple of times more, cursing softly under my breath, trying to pry Spy’s hands off of me without waking the other. But I only managed to roll onto my other side, my nose pressing against Spy’s collarbone. Still sleepy, I closed my eyes, thinking I could gather a bit more strength into these sleepy limbs for a final push, but I doze off once I felt the other’s heartbeat against my lips. I snoozed for a couple hours, I think. My fantasies taking lead of my dreams. I dreamed of myself and Spy, being able to endlessly do whatever we wanted to do. Landscapes varying between the hot deserted buildings of the Badlands to the cool woods that surrounded their Mountain Lab all the way back to the abandoned mines in Dustbowl. Our forms shifting between fully clothed to naked, day turned into night at the blink of an eye and back. Right now we were clothed, kissing each passionately, hands wandering all over. Spy had began to take off my clothes slowly. Taking off Sniper’s my, opening my shirt slowly as he rubbed his three day stubble against fresh bared skin. I could hardly believe seeing Spy like that, eyes half lid, lips kissing my scarred skin eagerly as he slowly knelt down. Hands gently cupping and rubbing my crotch and lower stomach. Eager for that one thing we both enjoyed. “Why don’t you show me who’s boss, mon cher?†the French whispered against my crotch. I could feel myself go slowly growing a steady erection. A grin made it’s way onto my chapped lips. “You want some of that, don’t ya, Spook?†I mused softly as I cupped his chin in my hand, my thumb stroking over his lower lip teasingly, he leaned into my touch, nodding. With a smirk I pulled him back up on his legs, only to use his momentum to lift him up and have him wrap his legs around me. With two quick steps I managed to lock him against one of the wooden walls, the shelf above us rattling. I rutted against him, biting and nipping at his shirt. I never really wanted him to be fully naked, and he never was for my sake. Moaning I thrust into his tight ass, his joyous moans filling my ears. He gasped, clawing at my back as he cried soft pleas. “I need to go…Sniper…. Now!†and I nodded, his hands coming down to his own penis. He focused and allowed it to run free, as I thrust into him slowly. That steady stream came to a halt and he begged me to go harder and faster. Of course I allowed him that pleasure and soon he painted my shirt with his semen. I turned us away and within a flash the roles were reversed. I sat in a wooden chair, leaning back against the back rest, while Spy was humping me, his ass firmly pressing down on me as he cried out in pleasure. “You wanna let go, don’tcha?†I teased him and he looked at me with pleading eyes. “You can’t.†I said, grinning, knowing he had to soon. “Not yet. Not until I’ve gone.†His pout said all I needed to know. I grabbed his hips and pressed him down firmly against me, biting his lip before I rolled us off of the chair. Soft grass cushioned us as I rubbed our clothed erections against each other, my legs were on either side of him. I moaned, only caring for myself at this point. I was so close to release… I heard him whisper encouragement. “Come, mon cher. Piss on me…Piss on me and make me cum..†And I humped faster, light friction was all I needed, but it had to be quick. Panting and gasping I popped my belt and opened my pants as soon as I could, taking out my over sensitive cock and closing my eyes. I had to focus. If I wanted this to be perfect I had to focus myself. Spy’s soft whistling always helped me as it did right now. Within a few seconds a steady stream of hot piss hit my lover’s lower abdomen, making him moan my name and squirm, his crotch soon soaking in my waste. It seemed to be a never ending stream as I tugged myself back in, only to go back to frantic dry humping the moaning French underneath me. My orgasm came soon after his and my bladder released a new load of urine on ourselves. It ended there abruptly as I felt myself being shaken and a concerned sounding voice called my name. Groaning I rolled onto my back and blinked the sleep away. It was then that I felt the pressure again of my full bladder. Immediately I shot up, my hands squeezing down on my penis, wanting to get out and hope to make it to the door. But it was too late, first there was terror then there was utter relief. The sound of urine flowing filled my eyes and it felt even better than an orgasm. That pleasure didn’t last long however and fear and utter embarrassment crept in as soon as it had left. The mattress and sheets around me were soaked and my heart stopped beating for a moment. ‘I pissed myself.’ it echoed through my mind. Getting only louder and louder. I looked around to see everything discolored and wet. My eyes began to tear up and it became hard to breathe. “I…†but I didn’t even know what I was going to say. Not until I felt a soft hand rubbing my back. I snapped my head to Spy and leaped from the bed. “Don’t!†I cried out, tears streaming over my cheeks by then. “Don’t touch me, get out!†I ordered. Drops of piss ran from myself and onto the floor of my camper, leaving a small trail. But Spy had no intentions to leave. I could hear him leave the bed, but when I didn’t hear his footsteps head for the door but for me I froze. “Leave…Spy, just leave.†“That’s a name you haven’t called me in a while, mon cher.†he said in his usual sleepy morning voice. I felt his arms wrap around my torso, his left hand resting on my chest. I froze on the spot. “J-just g-get out!†I said wanting to push him away, but his grip was tighter. The hushing sounds he made to calm me only made me cry more. “I-I didn’t mean to….I’m sorry…†I stuttered after a while of just standing there with Spy hugging me from behind, kissing my shoulder. “Don’t apologize, my love.†he whispered as he rested his chin on my shoulder, his head felt heavy and he was no doubt still sleepy. “Accidents happen. No shame in that. Especially not in your condition. I am truly amazed it hasn’t happened sooner. You are amazing.†he assured me before I felt a last peck on my shoulder blade and I dared to look back at him. His face was soft and he smiled at me, reaching up to wipe away my tears. “Let’s clean up and not talk about this.†he suggested and I could only nod at him. We both cleaned up ourselves first, by pouring water over ourselves from a plastic jerry can. He then helped me getting the wet mattress out of the camper and onto the roof. I had no replacement for that one and I offered him to sleep on the front seat of my van. He didn’t want to and stayed by my side as I made myself comfortable on the floor in front of the camper, by the fire pit I had built. But he had lied about forgetting it. “You were dreaming.†he teased me, his head on my shoulder as he threaded his fingers through my chest hair. “Care to share what it was about?†I looked down at him, my arms locked around him and our sleeping bag. “I don’t recall…†I whispered. “Hmph…Too bad. You were truly enjoying yourself… A true wet dream.†And with that he yawned and dozed off against me.
Oh my gosh! Poor Sniper! Such a heartwarming story and Spy's reaction was simply precious. Thank you for this, I really loved it!
I never thought I would enjoy reading water sports this much. Must be Sniper/Spy thingy. I do wish you're planning to give us more with these two. It's way too underrated.
Oh, I didn't even see you replied there! I'm so sorry. I've been quite busy with this and that, so I didn't really get the chance to write anything. Maybe you guys could give me a prompt or something? Get my creative juices flowing again?
Both snipers torturing a spy with jarate/pissing on him? Just something nice with these two, they're so fucking delicious.