>>10
God you posted seconds before my update. Writing more!

evil medic is wonderful! I think there is another story similar to this but instead of a scout there is a sniper. Still, this has been enjoyable to read so far!

>>13 there was but it was unfinished I think. Too bad, I'm always hoping for and escape and revenge ending. Happy ending FTW.

Oh god please just continue this *3*

Oh my god...this is incredible.
There is not enough wonderful domination fics of this content out there. Please continue. It is so wonderful!

>>1 oh and when we're gonna see snipers? Or are we gonna see snipers?

>>13
>>14
I'm trying to keep this one from being too similar to that one actually, as it's one of my favourite fics.

>>17
We are definitely going to see Snipers. Later.

Much love to everyone else that's taken the time to read and comment! It's a fantastic feeling to open the 'chan and see people actually liking my stuff.

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It had been a long time since Scout had felt so pampered. He was in the showers, sitting on the floor with Medic standing behind him, his fingers in Scout’s hair as they worked up a lather. Scout was leaning back into the touch slightly, the spray of water directed at his body. Warmth he hadn’t felt in days was spread right through him.

“Ah you enjoying yourself pet?” Medic asked, pushing some of the bubbles away from Scout’s forehead so he could dunk his head under the water.

Scout murmured his appreciation, letting Medic move and manipulate his body. In all, Scout thought he was doing a fairly good job of pretending to go along with Medic’s orders. He obeyed, albeit slowly, but he never stopped plotting how he was going to escape. He’d decided this was probably going to be the best time to do so, even if it meant running all the way back to civilisation in the nude.

When he was washed, Medic sat him on the floor by the bench and towel dried him off. It was when Medic reached behind him for the collar and leash that Scout took off, powerful legs carrying him faster than Medic even had a chance to react. He hit the wall by the door with a thunk, yanked it open and ran, despite the sudden flash of cold air assaulting his body.

He was out.

He could do this.

Go Scout, go!
Good to see some escaping from this!
It's wrong that I'm secretly hoping he gets caught again, but I am loving it so far!

Oh ho ho. Such insubordination must surely be punished.

If Sniper is also a Medic pet, I will just about die.

>>19
>>20 oh gawd same here

Half of me is saying, "Run, Scout, you can do it!!" and the other half is saying, "Ohhh, boy, I can't wait to see what happens when you get caught."

I want more.

This one was written out on my phone, so if there're any mistakes, that's my lack of a proper word program at work.

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Usually, Scout felt free when he was running, the ache in his lungs usually made him glad to be alive, the burn in his legs reminded him it could always be worse. Now, however, running for his life from a man he trusted, Scout took no pleasure in any of these things. He gasped for breath, knowing full well that each one could be his last as a free man, that the Medic wouldn't permit this. If he got caught, it was all over. There wouldn't be another chance.
He made it almost to the end of the hallway before something fast and heavy barreled into his side, throwing him to the floor with a grunt. They struggled, a mass of flailing limbs and shouts until Scout found himself pinned face-down on the floor.
By another Scout.

The two looked so similar. The only real defining feature was that the one pinning him to the floor had brown hair, rather than blond. He was grinning wildly, seemed to be immensely proud of his catch.

"Dude! You've gotta let me go! Medic's a fucking wacko!" He pleaded in desperation, trying to buck the other Scout off of his back.

"No way man, I caught ya so he's gonna give me a reward."
Scout froze in fear. What in the world could the other Scout mean? He felt something heavy press against the back of his head.

"Well well, you caught zhe little rabbit, Scout. Well done."
Shit. It was Medic's foot. And they were plotting something, in low murmurs of speech above him. He squeezed his eyes closed, he couldn't bear to imagine what sort of punishment could be coming next. Off to the side was the dull clank of metal on the stone floor, the sound made Scout wince with fear and the pressure on the back of his head increased slightly.

"Now don't you fuckin' move." The other Scout growled, his voice thick with something terrible.

It happened so quickly, he couldn't even begin to fathom what it was that was happening, until the searing, wrenching pain caught up with him. Above him, the other Scout grunted with pleasure although it was hard to hear over Scout's pained screams. This was hell. Whatever Medic had done to him before, the branding, the beating, nothing was as bad as being raped by someone of his own class.
There was no finesse to it, nothing that could turn into pleasure on Scout's end, only frantic and artless thrusting where the pain only lessened when he began bleeding. The other Scout was saying something, some sort of series of insults but Scout was too wrapped up in his screaming for any sort of mercy to listen. Eventually, he stiffened and a sickly sense of warmth that wasn't his own blood coated his insides.

All he could think about, was that he's never try to escape again. Not if it meant this sort of pain.

Poor scout i feel sorry amfor him.... But still i want MOAR

Oh god Hybrid i love you

OHMYGOD Never run again, Scout, NEVER!! This is.. ohmygod... MORE MORE MORE!!

OKAY

You guys flatter me! I love you all.

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His corner was nice and warm today, especially after Medic had given him back his blanket. It was one of the places that Scout felt the safest, curled up in his blankets and half asleep, waiting for Medic to come back from whatever it was he was doing now. The infirmary door clicked open and Scout pushed his head out from his pile at the sound of jackboots across the tile floor, a wide smile across his face.

He scrambled out of the covers when Medic approached him, pushed his head against Medic’s hand when he stroked him, licked his fingers when the brushed his cheek and was generally affectionate. The German chuckled, taking his seat by his desk as Scout rubbed against his feet, getting in the way a little as he tried to pry his boots off.

Eventually, he settled down, curling up under the desk by Medic’s feet as he wrote. They didn’t need the chain anymore, although he still wore the collar, mostly as a symbol of ownership. That, and Medic liked the way the dark brown leather looked against his pale skin. Sometimes Medic would let his foot rub against Scout’s stomach, prompting the boy to wiggle about a bit until he was on his back, enjoying the sensations with the occasional chuckle as his ticklish sides were brushed.

All in all, Medic was quite pleased with his handiwork, although he still wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot.

Oh jesus why I love pets so much?

Oh dear, I'm still rooting for Scout to hang on and fight against the Medic's brainwashing, but it looks like he's too far gone.
Damn, and he was so close to getting away with it too...

Man, I don't even like "pet" stuff and even I can appreciate this. Good show old bean.

You're tapdancing over the fetishkeyboard Hybrid.


Anyway I'm really curious about what you'll do to scout next.

I just love you! .... Cant wait 'till snipers..

I can't wait to see what happens next. You're brilliant.

This one's dedicated to those of you who were hollering for Snipers.
Enjoy.

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At first, Scout was surprised to wake up to see Sniper in the infirmary, talking to Medic, then he thought he shouldn’t be surprised as people needed to see Medic for all sorts of reasons and just because he hadn’t seen anyone else in days –other than Medic- didn’t mean they didn’t exist. Although he did feel a slight pang of jealousy at someone else talking to Medic. As he watched, Sniper grew increasingly nervous. He didn’t think it all that weird that Sniper wasn’t making eye contact with him at first, after all he didn’t either, but then Sniper began to fidget and look everywhere but the corner where Scout sat or at Medic, he fiddled with his shirt sleeves, the buttons, his hat, all the while looking steadily more uncomfortable about being there.

And that was when Medic ordered him to strip.

Scout cocked his head to the side, watching even more intently, although he didn’t quite realise it, as the Australian began to remove his clothes, placing them on one of the infirmary beds neatly. Once he was undressed, Medic only had to quirk his eyebrow slightly and Sniper was sitting down next to Scout.

“I know what you ah zhinking pet.” Medic said, removing his gloves and laying them on the desk. “Yes, I haff in fact, done zhis before.”

Oh my i wanna see what happens next

My posts have been getting shorter and shorter and I don't like that. Here have another one to make up for it.


Sniper winced at the first touch of Medic’s hand, the digits directing him to look at Scout. “I’m sorry mate,” he said, prompting Scout to wonder what on Earth was going to happen before Sniper was suddenly on top of him.

Medic watched, impassive, from the side lines as Scout was assaulted by nipping kisses, Sniper’s hands roaming all over his body, into every crease in his flesh until Scout was bucking into them, gasping and groaning and making all sorts of debauched sounding noises. However, the last time he was taken was firmly embedded into his mind and every so often, when the hands drifted too close to his lower half, he would squeak in fear.

Roughly around the third time he recoiled from Sniper’s hands, Medic slid closer and put his own bare hand on Scout’s shoulder. This simple, comforting touch stopped Scout’s fearful noises almost completely and once Medic retracted his hand, Scout reached up and put his arms around Sniper’s shoulders.

Medic wanted him to do this, so he could do this, it didn’t matter about before to Scout, so long as Medic praised him, wanted him, it would all be okay.

He closed his eyes, ignoring the slick press of fingers against his ass and the odd sensation of being stretched out again. It hurt less than the first time thankfully, Sniper seemed to know what he was doing and eventually it stopped hurting completely, leaving Scout on an odd precipice between pleasure and pain. His fingers twisted and stroked, Scout didn’t know how many of them there were, just that it wasn’t unpleasant. Uncomfortable, yes, but it was bearable.

Medic made a noise from where he was seated next to him, urging them to hurry up, and Sniper slid back up to Scout’s eye level. He looked at him once, a flash of pity across his eyes before he was pushing inside, causing Scout to cry out, just a little. But he was certain he was okay, Medic was there, of course he was okay.

Oh, good God. That last little bit you wrote made my stomach flip and my heart flutter. Really nicely written. I like that Sniper is.. well he's got remorse. Mmm I wanna know what happens next!! I like this a lot!

goddamnit Hybrid.

I like this story but you have a tendency to write runaway sentences. You need to break up your statements a little more because right now you've got a jumble of action happening all in the same line. Don't be afraid to use a full stop where you need it.

>>37 I...I love it. And I'm not quite sure why. I've never been one for this strange borderline-bestiality kink, but on you, it works!
I look forward to more.

>>40
Thanks for pointing that out! I guess I've been reading too much Angeldust Apocalypse and borrowing the weirdass way he writes. I'll try and keep tabs on that.

While I'm never one to complain about porn with no setup, I'm gonna go right ahead and complain about the porn with no setup. The way you brought Sniper in out of nowhere, with no explanation as to why he's there besides his apology, is slightly jarring. (Heyoooooo!)

Other than that, keep up the good work.

I... I dont know what to say... Just continue please

>>43
I'd tried to allude to Sniper being a sort of 'free range' pet of Medic's, and that Medic is a creepy voyeur and likes to see his pets fuck but I guess I didn't make it obvious enough.
Fuck it, I'm rewriting those last two updates.

Actually. No. I'm not going to rewrite them, save for the length I'm happy with them and I'm getting tired of trying to please everyone.

I like it for the most part, but I feel like everything about this story is too... rushed? I don't know how else to explain it. I feel like Scout's submission under Medic came too fast - he's a mercenary that's been shot up and blown to pieces more times than he can count - I doubt a few blows from Medic could get him to act right so fast. Sure, I think the solitary and the withdrawal of food would help, but I'd still expect Scout to fight back more than he did.

The ScoutxScout made me happy, but same general problem. Maybe this is because I have difficulty telling the passing of time in this fic, but it seems like it'd take a few weeks at the very least for Scout to go from headstrong and fighting for independence to fully trusting of Medic and willing to do whatever he commands.

I'll agree on Feather for the Snipes\Scoot part, buuut it made me happy, too, and you've already explained, so no real complaints here.

>>47
Yeah it's supposed to have been a long while between the running part to the next bit. I can just never find a transition good enough without going ~*~time passes~*~ and making it look like desu shit.

Jeez, man - I feel ya.

Maybe you could try something like, "It was a full <x amount of time> later when blahblahblahblahblah". Not the best transition, but effective and unobtrusive, at the very least.

I think I might add something to that extent in when I go over it all and post it on tumblah. Thanks.

>>47

Yeah, in all honesty, I would've liked to see more fighting back. Not nessecarily running, but Scout isn't smart enough to bide his time until escape becomes clear. I figure there would've been a lot more swearing and spitting in the early stages of his training.

It seems like you're rushing the writing to please your fans. Don't do that. I know that /I'm/ willing to wait for detailed, well written pet training. Because jesus christ I love this.

You guys are right, now that I see it it's starting to annoy me.
Let this thread die, I'm going to rewrite it all.

I'm sad that you're going to rewrite it... but... I will most definitely be awaiting the update.

Pardon me, sir/madam, but I think you might be a tad overly panicky. We all love your writing dearly, and I don't think you need to worry about us leaving in a huff because you made something minorly unclear.

I don't really think you need to rewrite it. I love it the way it is.

>>46

I...what? I didn't ask you to rewrite them D: Part of posting on the chan is that you are open to constructive criticism...no? I'm still slightly new here. Please keep writing.

You can rewrite it if you want to but i think that it's good this way too :D

>>56
I am open to concrit, which is why I'm going to attempt at least a partial rewrite, because I've taken everyone's suggestions on board and now I know what I can do to improve the fic.

Either way, thanks very much to everyone for the words of encouragement (and for confusing me) but we should probably let this particular thread die or it'll get confusing.

So are we ever going to get to see any new parts? D:

>>59
Yes you will! And please, do me a favour and sage! Let this particular thread die.

If you really believe that's the best thing to do, so be it. Good luck the second time around. Hope you didn't take the crit too personally.