This time with love to TwoRefined, Ginger and Feather for the concrit, Iz and Unclebenscandyfactory for coming back again and again, and also to the Anons who are awesome people. Concrit is always welcomed! Punishment and Reward (Or Hybrid fucking tries again) Medic was watching him again. Medic was always watching him. Whether it was when he was in battle, running for his life with the sounds of death and rockets all around him or whether it was in the infirmary, when he was stripping his clothes for his monthly check-up. Scout didn’t mind Medic watching him though. It made him feel good, boosted his ego a little to know there was someone that was always staring at him. Maybe even attracted to him. It wasn’t really like that though. Medic wasn’t attracted to him, not really, or at least not in the conventional sense of the word. What he was attracted to however, was the essence of Scout. The stuff that made Scout who he was (a cocky, loudmouthed little brat that liked tacos and fast food, loose women and good looking men that appeared on late night TV), the stuff that made his legs stronger than the rest of theirs, and the way he moved when he was taunting someone, bouncing on the balls of his feet effortlessly, like it was the easiest thing in the world to run all day and night with only a bowl of porridge for breakfast and a sandwich for lunch to keep him going until dinner time when someone would make something that was actually filling. In short, Medic wanted to chain the beast that was Scout, catch the wild thunder and make it his own. Scout was yet to find out about this. He was pleasantly naïve to Medic’s plotting, even with the German watching as much as was physically possible. He stayed a braggart still, standing with a foot on the table while he spoke at great length about how many skulls he’d ‘batted in’ during battle today. Medic took the chance to assess the way his shirt rode up when he lifted his arms. None of the other members of the team noticed Medic’s behaviour, or if they did they chose not to talk about it. No one spoke about Medic. Sniper was the first one to notice their Scout had gone missing, the day he heard screams in the night, from the direction of Medic’s infirmary. He turned over and pulled his spare pillow over his head, desperately trying to block out the noise that sparked so many unpleasant memories for him. It was hard, but he finally managed to get back to sleep. In the morning, Medic was signing paperwork at the breakfast table. He said they needed a new Scout. The rest of the team agreed. --- Scout woke up with a collar around his neck, leather, locked to a chain attached to a bed that was bolted to the floor. The light hurt at first, it was too white, and so he curled up again with an arm over his eyes. That was when he remembered where he was and that he was naked and on a blanket in the corner of the infirmary. He whimpered, the pain was coming back with the memories of last night and the noise triggered the click of boots across the floor. “Sit up.†Medic’s disembodied voice said, although he was only disembodied to Scout, who was refusing to open his eyes, or sit up. Medic planted a swift kick in his side and growled the order again. This time Scout sat up, he even opened his eyes, although he pointedly refused to look away from the foot that had kicked him, face set in an angry scowl. That was alright though, that was progress. And since he’d obeyed him, he gave the younger man a biscuit. He dropped it on the floor in front of him really but he still had a biscuit. Scout scowled at the biscuit and his stomach growled at him, so he shoved the biscuit in his mouth. Breakfast would come later for his new pet, Medic decided, knowing full well Scout was plotting how to get away from him right now. He also decided he was going to show him how futile it was to think such things. He undid the chain from the bed and, holding onto it tightly, Medic yanked it towards him until Scout fell onto his hands and knees. He was rewarded with another biscuit for staying there, even if was glaring the whole time. There’d be plenty of time to sort the attitude problem out later, if it didn’t sort itself out. Medic tugged again and Scout looked up at him, defiant fire in his eyes. “What the fuck do you want, you freak?†Punishment came swiftly in the shape of another bruising boot to his ribs, again and again until he was sobbing and pleading with the Medic. He only stopped when he heard the sickening crack of a rib breaking. Scout had stopped crying for help by that time. Good. He picked the boy up by the collar and dragged him onto the blanket again before reattaching the chain lead. That was where he left him the first night, cold, in pain and alone in the dark. It was the lowest Scout had ever felt. --- It took weeks of debilitating injuries, healed by the Medigun, starvation and brutal assaults for Scout to start wondering why he was fighting back. He squashed that train of thought with another insult flung at Medic when the man tried to get him to follow him across the room once again. If he stood, Medic would kick his feet out from underneath him, and he’d just stand right back up again until he could no longer feel his legs. He refused to eat, kicking over the dog bowls that were placed in front of him until he passed out from hunger and woke with a drip feed in his arm. He wrenched at the collar around his neck until his neck was rubbed raw and bleeding and Medic had to handcuff his hands behind his back. Scout refused to submit though, his strings of insults were only halted by a broken jaw although it was fixed quickly enough. He’d been through worse, the enemy Soldier’s obsession with blowing his legs off hurt more than this did! He didn’t even let the near perpetual darkness he was left in get to him. The boredom was definitely the worst part of this, he’d never been left to his own thoughts this long before. However, it was when Medic began to ignore him that Scout felt almost…changed. He ignored him in return, out of sheer stubbornness, curled up in the corner with the blanket he’d woken up on wrapped around his shoulders but sometimes he’d find himself sneaking peeks at Medic out of the corners of his eyes. Eventually he began outright staring at Medic, as if the weight of his gaze alone could kill the German man. Then once, out of sheer coincidence when Medic was turning to look at something, their gazes locked and Scout simply refused to look away. Medic stood up from his seat without saying a word and stood in front of Scout. Still the boy didn’t avert his gaze. Medic was the one to break it in fact, and he left the room in a whirl of white labcoat. Scout felt triumphant. When he returned, however, it was with Heavy. --- The large man had always supported the doctor in all of his ventures, usually quietly, but he was always a fairly hefty presence in the room. He didn’t have the best grasp on the English language and Scout took advantage of that whenever he was taunting the man. Now though, he found himself cowering further back into his corner. Whatever Medic had planned wouldn’t be good if it involved bringing Heavy into it. All of a sudden he was lifted up by the shoulders, the Russian man’s grip tight enough that no matter how hard Scout flailed in it, he just couldn’t get free. He was pinned to the table and Medic unlocked the cuffs, prompting another flailing session until his hands were once again locked, only this time to the table itself. Eventually, when Medic was satisfied that none of Scout’s limbs were loose enough that he could hit someone, he sent Heavy away. Scout thought that would be the end of it for a while, until the door opened again and Engineer, looking extremely sheepish, came in carrying what looked like some sort of reinforced bucket. He set it on the floor, just outside of Scout’s field of vision and left without looking at the boy. Were the whole fucking team in on this? Scout snarled at Medic when the man got too close. He was walking up and down the room, by the bed as if he was assessing Scout. After a moment, Medic disappeared out of his sight and Scout heard a low crunching noise. Without warning, a searing heat was pressed against Scout’s thigh, making him scream loudly as the scent of burning flesh filled the air. He tried to buck and thrash but the heat didn’t abate until Medic was happy and Scout’s voice had cracked in the middle of his screaming, leaving him to beg and whimper until he passed out from the pain. --- When Scout woke up again, the pain had mostly gone, although he couldn’t move his leg without a twinge of pain. Medic was seated at his desk, writing away on something. It turned out to be a notebook when he flipped it closed and turned to face the boy. Scout didn’t quite make eye contact with him, glaring at the spot below his eyes. Once he realised this, Medic felt a pang of pride in his work. Medic pushed himself up off of his chair, walked over to where Scout was chained and once again undid the leash attaching him to the bed. Slowly, reluctantly, but without any prompting, Scout dropped onto his hands and knees. Now that –Medic swelled with pride at the thought- was progress. He tugged the leash again and, with only a vague protest Scout crawled forward those few tiny steps it took to reach Medic’s boots. This time however, instead of a biscuit, Medic brought over a steel dog bowl and placed it in front of him. In it was luke-warm porridge oats. Scout’s breakfast. The boy looked down at the bowl, then back up at Medic. He nodded, ‘yes Scout you may eat’ and watched while the boy dug into his food, seemingly not once thinking to use his hands, instead eating straight out of the bowl. That was exactly what Medic had been hoping he’d do. He cleaned the boy’s face with a spare rag once he was done, deftly avoiding his teeth when he’d tried to bite him –which earned him a smack in the face, ceasing that action- and then attached him back to the bed. They’d made fantastic progress this morning, but Medic had a job to do and the sirens for the day’s battle were going off. He’d have to play with his Scout later. --- Medic returned late that night, pulling his bloody gloves from his hands he sank into the seat by his desk and tossed the gloves into the bin. His Scout was curled up, asleep on the blanket; with as much of it pulled around him as possible. ‘He must be cold.’ Medic thought, making a mental note to supply him with another blanket in the future if he behaved. It was the smell of something warm and tasty that woke Scout up this time, to the sight of Medic eating while he wrote in that notebook again. His stomach growled in protest, he hadn’t eaten since the porridge that morning and was eager for something else. He didn’t like submitting himself to the Medic’s psychotic whims but if it meant food and no pain, he was willing to behave until he could find a way to get out. The chair squeaked as Medic turned to face him, a smirk quirking his mouth. “Good evening, pet,†he said and stood up. Wearily, Scout picked himself up from the floor; he was far too sleepy to bother fighting back today. The chain clicked and Medic tugged him forward again, leading him further across the floor this time and then back to his blanket. Medic’s praise fell on deaf ears but the moment that dog bowl was placed in front of him again he knew he’d done a good job. Behaving was easier than he thought it would be. His dinner was wolfed down in record time, with not enough pause for him to even consider what he was eating or whether or not it tasted alright, he was just that hungry. Medic clicked back to his desk after running a hand through Scout’s hair, more praise for a good dog. --- 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. 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. --- 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’d once 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 barrelled 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, the other stiffened and a sickly sense of warmth that wasn't his own blood coated his insides. All he could think about was that he'd never try to escape again. It just wasn’t worth it. --- 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. --- Sniper found a vague sense of comfort in the collar and chain around his neck. During battle, Medic would let him off of it, but being ‘confined’ to his nest made him feel at home. It had been years since the last time he’d been free and had long since given up on trying to escape. Every time he tried, Medic would find a way to catch him again. And now Medic had a new pet to play with and it gave Sniper a sense of freedom, knowing that Medic wasn’t watching quite as closely as he was before. The hatch in the bottom of his nest clicked open and the man in question climbed in, giving Sniper a lustful grin as he did so. “As I am sure you ah aware, I haff procured anozher pet,†he said, taking Sniper off of his chain. The Australian nodded and stood when Medic beckoned him to follow. “Well, we ah going to haff a little bit of fun.†--- 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.†--- 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. ---
I love the additions you made! They're small but add a ton to the experience. Good job there, tough guy!
Yay! I'm so glad this is back. I really like the stuff you added. Especially the segment about Sniper in his nest. Gyahh I cannot wait for more. Hmm.. I want more of this excellent inter-pet sex. It's very good.
FUCK YES Medic giving Scout the cold shoulder to train him made my day. It perfected the story. And Sniper pet makes me so happy in so many ways. SO MANY WAYS
oh lordy, I think I remember the fic this is sequel to. I wondered whatever happened to it, and I have to admit, I'm happy to see this. Can't wait to read more.
I am loving the newly added parts. It reads so beautifully!! Fantastic work here! I cannot wait for the next update!
>>2 I'm glad I managed it. >>3 and more you'll get! >>4 Ehehehe pet Sniper is the best. >>5 You're probably thinking of a different fic, the one floating around the Lost and Found but I'm glad you think this is on par with that one! >>6 Here she is! Oh, and if anyone's interested, I changed my tumblah URL to a-long-story-short and I'm also running a sideblog about a Scout family some of you may be interested in: http://tjfa.Hipstr.com/ Now on with the update! --- Sniper thrusted effortlessly into him, the slap of skin against skin long ago made Scout close his eyes and imagine he was somewhere else. Back home, away from all of this, away from Medic and his games. The man would look after him though; he only ever hurt him if he was naughty, surely he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him? He’d been a good boy too! The low grunts coming from Sniper got a little louder, came a little more often, enough to make Scout realise what was about to happen at least. At least its finally over, he thought when Sniper pulled him close by the shoulders, threw his head back and moaned. Scout whimpered at the warm flush inside of him. A bare hand rubbed the side of Scout’s face and he opened his eyes and looked up at Medic, who was suddenly a whole lot closer. “Sir…†he muttered as Medic traced his jawline with the hand. “Did you not enjoy yourself pet?†Scout hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head slightly. He didn’t want to offend Medic in any way. Medic made a noise and Sniper moved back, pulling out of Scout with a slight grunt. He sat back, away from Medic and Scout, looking almost sheepish while Medic’s hands roamed over Scout’s body. He caressed what seemed like random parts of Scout’s body; the back of his knees, his hands, the arch of his foot, but slowly Scout realised that the touches had begun to arouse him. He traced feather-light fingers over Scout’s inner thigh, just once, and that was enough to jack Scout’s heart rate into overtime. “Please…†he said, whimpering slightly when Medic moved back and sat on his chair, facing Scout with an odd glint in his eyes. “Touch yourself Scout.†He demanded, arching his fingers in front of his face. “And remembah, I am zhe only one who can make you like zhis."
>>7 Damnit. Where did I put my kleenex? ^That's my way of saying I am eagerly anticipating porn, and expect it will be great because your writing thus far has astounded me.
>>7 FAPPO I haven't enjoyed something this much in a very long time.
Unnngh. That. Is so. HOT. I love many, many things about this section: Like the fact that Medic barely has to touch him at all to get him going, that Medic is the ONLY person who seems have that effect on him, and on a side note, that Scout can still speak. Like, although it's kinda a minor detail, it keeps him human, though still a pet. I LOVE IT. Great job.
Sorry for the slow update, I got porn blocked and ended up spending ages preparing for MCM Expo, which by the way was amazingly fun. I hope this is up to scratch! --- Scout found himself on his hands and knees. He replayed the touches Medic had given him in his head while his hand closed around his cock. At first his strokes were light and almost hesitant, but the worry in the back of his mind was soon silenced by the lust he felt. Medic’s noise of appreciation encouraged him to speed up a little and his grip became a little more confident. He closed his eyes and let his head fall forward, letting out tiny gasps of noise that sounded suspiciously like whimpers. His hand moved a little faster, unconsciously putting on a show for the Medic and he couldn’t help but shake somewhat when he felt the oncoming rush of orgasm. He didn’t last long and came with a small cry into his hand. Medic touched his shoulder when the boy cautiously opened his eyes and nodded his approval. That was enough to make Scout smile, just a little quirk of his mouth, and he looked down at his hand. It had a dribble of his release on it and the way the Scout stuck his tongue out and cleaned it up without any prompting made Medic’s predatory grin grow even wider. Scout retreated back into his blankets and Medic stood from his seat and collected Sniper from where the other man had curled up. He snapped the leash back on and tugged the man into standing. He was till grinning when he put Sniper to bed and even when he reached the mess hall to collect dinner. The rest of his team looked away. No one wanted to be Medic’s next experiment.
Scout stuck his tongue out and cleaned it up brb, fapping forever. You know what this fic needs? Cock in mouth. Like, I want to see Medic invite a guest to enjoy the "hospitality" of his precious pets.
Damnit Hybrid. DAMNIT.
Welcome back TF2chan, I have a present for you! --- Scout could remember the first time Medic and Spy met. They hated each other. They had such similar ideals that they didn’t get along at all. When Medic began gathering pets however, Spy took an interest in his work and Medic took an interest in him. Everyone knew what they did behind closed doors, although as usual no one mentioned it. Scout had made a few jabs when the two weren’t around but that didn’t happen anymore. Right now he was sitting at Medic’s feet as the man toyed idly with his hair and chatted to Spy about various goings on with the team. Scout leant his head against Medic’s knee, enjoying the feeling of the man’s fingers in his hair. Briefly, Medic tightened them and tugged Scout back into sitting up straight. Spy was standing up and walking over, towering above the seated Scout. There was a bit of shuffling and Spy ended up seated on Medic’s lap, his trousers undone and his half-hard cock peeking out from them. Scout stared at it for a moment and then up at Medic, who licked his lips in sadistic glee. He swallowed his fear and stuck his tongue out, giving the head a tiny lick then descending a little. Above him, Spy murmured his appreciation, giving tips as Scout worked. Things like ‘less suction’, ‘rub the base with your tongue’ and all in the French accent that Scout would have mocked relentlessly, had he been the same. Medic pulled off his gloves with a snap and ran his bare hands underneath Spy’s shirt, feeling the muscles tense underneath his fingertips. The Frenchman was reduced to incoherency, rolling his hips and gripping Scout’s hair. His breathing sped up and his back arched, pushing his chest into Medic’s splayed hands. The boy did his best to pleasure Spy, using the very little experience he had in the field and the tips Spy had given him to the best of his ability. He used his hand on the flesh he couldn’t take in, rolled his balls around the palm of his hand and moaning around Spy’s cock. The sudden wash of salt down his throat made him gag and pull away, earning him a disapproving noise from Medic, until he licked what he could from his lips and looked up at him. Medic snapped a glove back on and traced his thumb over Scout’s lip, holding the boy’s chin with his fingers. Again Scout opened his mouth and Medic wiped the rest of it onto his tongue. Spy watched this, looking completely satisfied and lit a cigarette.
>>14 100% perfect. Jesus christ, Hybrid, you are a wonderful person.
I shouldn't like this much Scout abuse….but I do. Damnnit thanks a lot Hybrid.
Unapologetic bump.
Yes goddammit YES! and thank you i'm blushing here :3
Oh damn btw.. Havent been in chan at this month at all and when i come bqck i see this... Hybrid i cant say anything but i love you!
>>15 Success! >>16 But Scout abuse is the best abuse and you know it. >>17 I've never had anyone randomly bump my stuff before! >>19 Awwwww <3 So I'm not too keen on this part, but you guys might like it so here it is. I know Euphoria is a really overplayed drug name but holy shit I love that word. Like radish. --- Euphoria. That was what Medic called the drug he was currently injecting into Scout. Some sort of home-brewed concoction. The odd push of fluid into the median cubital vein in his arm always felt weird no matter what it was that Medic was putting into him. Looking up from the needle being withdrawn from his arm, Scout's eyes fixed on Medic's. He could see the physical urge Medic had to lick the bead of blood on the end of it, but he resisted. It attested to the strength of character he had- Scout was sure- as he'd never exactly been able to hold himself back from his more powerful urges. The used syringe was discarded as Scout's limbs began to shake just a little, but not enough to be called uncontrollable. Sniper watched from the floor by Medic's chair, Scout was on a bed for once, the lanky man's eyes wide with almost fear for the poor boy and what Medic was doing to him. He watched as Scout's breathing sped up, his body curled in and his arms tugged at the restraints at his sides. It hadn't even been two minutes. Scout whimpered and writhed uselessly, his back bending at an impossible angle as Medic brushed the tips of his fingers over his torso and nipples. That's when the scalpel came out, making Sniper recoil further into the alcove underneath Medic's desk. He had the same scarring down his leg. It was something in German, written in a looping Gothic cursive. Sniper couldn't read it nor did he want to. On the other hand, Scout seemed quite content to moan and groan in time with Medic's touches, the quick slice of the scalpel underneath the brand on his thigh bringing on these noises. If Medic hadn't given Scout that drug there was no way he would have been making those noises. Sniper liked to believe that somehow they'd both get away from the man that held them hostage, that Scout wasn't too far gone with the way Medic had broken him. It was that belief that kept him from giving up entirely. All too soon Medic was done with his finished mark of ownership and Scout was begging for more touch, anything to quieten the roaring white noise in his ears. Sniper could remember when Medic had given him the very same drug. Scout's throat would be tight, dry from his mouth hanging open, his limbs would shake too hard for him to grip anything for the rest of the day and if the painfully full erection was anything to go by he was already feeling the effects in full swing. Medic began to strip his clothes off, folding the pristine white coat over the back of his chair and the jackboots were pushed underneath the bed. Scout looked desperate for some sort of contact, even went so far as to beg for it when the German climbed onto the bed and slid between his legs. Medic's version of sex was not something Sniper wanted to watch. Especially when the biting started and the younger man's cries reached a fever pitch. Covering his head with his hands, Sniper tried to tune out the noise of Medic's ruthless fucking. He still cowered, even when the German's grunts of ecstasy began to slow to a halt and eventually stopped altogether. When Sniper finally looked over at the two Medic was pulling out of Scout, his cock covered in blood and lube and semen. Scout was hyperventilating. His little chest heaving up and down with every quick breath he took. Sniper really, honestly hoped they'd be able to get away before Scout became too warped.
OKAY I'm very glad this is still alive.
I LOVE yer sniper too much and the way ya show stuff from his point of wiew
Oh yes. I love how it's getting deeper into Sniper's psychology. Scout has probably developed Stockholm syndrome by now. I hope for a scene where Medic makes Scout dominate Sniper. Yesssss.
>>23 oh yes that would be wonderful, just glorious
Shameless bump is shameless. Cry sum moar, babies!
Oh my gosh, this is exactly the kind of story I wanted! What is your name, or account name, Author??
Haha, my bad... I see this wonderful author is 'Hybrid'. Is there by any chance visual drawings from you of all this?
Like before, I feel like the Scout's process of getting broken happened to quickly. I'm a big sucker for descriptions of being utterly helpless at the hands of a bunch of sick fucks, so you could have drawn out Scout's pet-ification process to at least twice what you have now and I'd still read it. And since this seems to be a continuation of the previous pet!Sniper 'fic, why would the Medic try to repeat what he did with the Sniper if the gunman's still around for perfectly compliant fucking? Let's see him do something different with the kid, or horribly murder the Sniper because he's outlived his usefulness, or turn the two captives against each other for the lulz.
>>27 I have all the artistic skill of a brick, and I'm not the type to beg for fanart of my own fic so I'm afraid there's no artsy things unless someone wants to draw them. >>28 I'm horrible at pacing things that aren't oneshots too, what d'ya know. Well at least this time I don't feel like nuking the whole thing again but thanks for the feedback nevertheless. It's not a continuation at all. The similarities are coincidental, I took the idea of pet Sniper from someone in the last thread who thought it would be a good idea. The other pet Sniper fic is one of my favourites and I didn't want this to seem like a carbon copy of the other. I guess I've failed that a bit. But just so we're clear, this has nothing to do with the other fic at all.
>>29 okay. I'll be honest now. I have been dying here waiting for the next part. That's all. Juss thought when it's gonna come....? Or..?
DON'T RUSH, YOU WHORE. Hybrid, you take your time!
@ Hybrid, no problem! This beautiful fic sparks so much inspiration that I might draw something! Are you on Sparkledog Central.com by the way?? My D.A. account name is BRITTANYPATERSON
Ooops!!! It blocked out the w.eb...si.te I'm trying to say. Ok, I will type the website in names, the first letter of each name is the key code for the website I am trying to convey... Derick Ethan Vallery Ian Alex Teron Alex Ryan Teron .DOT. .CO.M.. ..?
>>30 I'm sorry I've been writer's blocked for ages now, that and I've been busy wooing my girlfriend. >>31 I'm not rushing I swear. >>32 >>33 There's a word filter. It'll do that. My dA is SleetFury, although P&R isn't on there because dA doesn't like porn. There're a few other things though so you might be interested. Your stuff is quite good actually, certainly better than mine is.
I have terrible sunburn across my shoulders, so if any of you have been subjected to my whiney bitch fests and pissy attitude I blame it entirely on the lack of hair on one side of my head and my own stupidity (sunscreen, anyone?). In other news, this took me so long because roleplaying has sucked me into an endless spiral and I got bored of writing on my own. And so I present P&R part whatever the fuck it is today. --- "You heard me Scout." Medic said, from his favourite office chair, to Scout and Sniper who were on the metal gurney again (apparently the soft down of the beds in the main infirmary were too good for Medic's pets). Scout looked down at the man between his legs. Was Medic serious? Did he really want him to do that to Sniper? It looked like it. The German's face had split into a voyeuristic smile as he watched Scout swallow in apprehension. Both of them had already been brought to the brink earlier, but since then Medic had left them alone with express orders not to touch themselves and Scout so desperately wanted to please Medic. With another dry swallow, Scout slid into position and tried to remember how Sniper had done it to him. As Medic had already known what he was going to do with them today, Sniper had been prepared enough for Scout to just start pushing in. His breath caught in his throat at the feeling, his hands gripping hold of Sniper's shoulders and tugging him down, he was desperate for more of it. Sniper's eyebrows squirrelled together as a dark groan slipped from his mouth. Scout bit his bottom lip and panted, breath made harsh by lust and too little to drink. Both their chests heave. Medic encouraged Scout to get a move on by clearing his throat, the bulge in his trousers painfully obvious. Experimenting, Scout rolled his hips. It made Sniper hiss and buck his hips so he did it again a little faster, a little harder. Soon enough he'd built a rhythm that matched the one Medic's hand was making on his cock Their breath mingled in the air, and, as Scout looked down at Sniper, in his eyes he caught a glimpse of pain and...fear? Whatever it was it made Scout's movements stall but ultimately he did what Medic had told him to and closed his eyes to Sniper's troubles. The man underneath him could only pant and writhe, his arms and legs strapped down to the table, as Scout pounded into his abused asshole. As they both neared their end they looked over to Medic with pleading eyes. The German, seated with a leg crossed at the ankle over the other thigh, simply grinned in his sadistic glee and finished all over his slicked glove. Scout whimpered. He begged without words for his release and was granted permission with a nod as Medic's soft, pink tongue traced the line of semen down his hand. Moaning softly, Scout finished inside of Sniper and curled up with his head against Sniper's chest. The taller man was reduced to panting hard as his hips tried to push up against Scout, he needed more sensation desperately and all Medic did was sit there and smirk.
MEDIC you sadistic Fuck! oh god! poor sniper! I love this fanfic! I demand you keep being awesome!
I'm still not sure how I feel about this, on one hand it is incredibly well written and some of the scenes are sexy, on the other hand I'm generally not one for rape and whenever I read this a feel utter guilt for hours. Either way don't mind me, continue writing and PLEASE let something good happen to poor Scout and Sniper.
>>37 You'll be happy with this part then. So, since I'm going to be working on something else soon, I'm actually going to be finishing P&R within the next couple of parts. As much as I love writing character abuse it's starting to drain on a bit and I'm running out of ideas. So I'm trying to churn these bits out until it's as finished as it's going to get. --- Sniper was not going to take any more of this torture. He could only just bear it when it was only him but now that Medic had extended his influence to the poor Scout there was no way he could let this happen any more. His chance came the next day, during battle, when he was attacked by the other team's Spy. Sniper himself wasn't allowed a sharp weapon, the kukri he'd carried with him out of the outback and to this hell hole had been taken by Medic the first chance he'd gotten. The Spy on the other hand still had his knife. When he attacked Sniper in his nest, for repeatedly shooting him in the head (honestly it was the Spy's own fault for thinking he could get past the Australian), he spun around and smacked the butt of his gun into the Spy's jaw. It hit with a sickening crack and the Spy's head snapped around. He must have been shocked, Sniper never bothered to fight back usually. Sniper wrenched the balisong from Spy's fingers and tossed it aside before bringing the gun down again on the other man's head. The first blow had broken his jaw, the second had knocked him out, the third blow had caved his head in but by that time Sniper was too far gone to care. Years of pain and torture on the end of Medic's tight leash came pouring out in this one anger-fuelled action. By the time respawn had picked up the body, it's head was a bloody mess spattered across the floor and the walls and Sniper. He took a deep breath, licked the bit of gore from the side of his mouth, and stood up. He clutched the balisong in trembling fingers, the blunt side pressed against his neck while the sharp end slowly pushed through the leather of the collar. The chain rattled ominously as he pulled as he pulled and sawed at the thick material. Soon, the collar separated and he threw it aside as if it was on fire and it's touch burnt. Panting heavily, Sniper ran. He ran away from the nest, away from the battle, away from Medic and Spy and everyone that had abused him. He took the flights of stairs that lead to Medic's infirmary two at a time. The sounds of battle were muffled behind him. He had about an hour until the alarms went off for the end of the day. He and Scout were going to get out of there, if he had to find a way to shut off respawn to do it.
Dyou know, I was just in the mood for more bondage, brainwashing, and torture... Desperate resistance is fine, too.
..You are right. I am incredibly happy. Go on....
>>39 Maybe some other time? I'm planning on doing a version of Lolita with Spy and Scout next so it'll be some time before I do another fic like this. >>40 I aim to please.
>>35 >>38 Just as i had lost hope that this thread isnt dead, you came back making me happy again. thank you. And im defenatly going to follow other stuff you write too
This is it guys. I'm done. --- The door to Medic's office wasn't locked. Ever since he'd broken Scout in he had ceased to lock it. Medic didn't think there was a need to lock his pet inside when there was no way he could run. For once, Sniper thanked that mindset. When he got inside, Sniper was faced with the problem as to how he was going to get Scout out of there. The boy was known to kick and scream at the slightest provocation before so what would he be like if Sniper tried to take him away from Medic? Thankfully he was asleep as Sniper began to unchain him, only a slight murmur slipping from his lips as he turned over with Sniper's gentle touches. Eventually the collar and chain came off and Scout began to stir. All Sniper could do was hold his breath and hope he didn't scream. As Scout's eyes fluttered open, Sniper bit down on his lower lip and waited for a tense moment. Scout, however, didn't say anything. He just lay there, looking up at Sniper. With no other choice, he hoisted Scout onto his shoulders and set off. The boy wasn't heavy, he felt dangerously underweight actually, so it wasn't difficult for him to be carried. In fact, Sniper only hurried his pace further when the alarm went for the end of the battle... He was so close to the exit! The scent of freedom was thick in the air, dust, heat and fresh air and smoke... Smoke? A shot rang through the air and Sniper stumbled, nearly dropping the boy on his shoulders. Spy stood at the end of the corridor, an evil looking grin on his face, with that damn revolver in his hands. He holstered it quickly as Sniper set Scout on the floor, trying to ignore the way the boy's eyes rolled back in his head (so that's why he wasn't thrashing. He was drugged), and curled his lips into a snarl. "I'm not about to let Medic and I's favourite toys go loose now." Spy chuckled and flipped his own knife out. It was identical to the one Sniper had stolen, the one he had clenched in a white knuckled fist. The Australian was the first to move, throwing himself against the Spy with all the bottled anger he'd kept to himself. He stabbed down at Spy, uncaring where it went, and didn't even notice when the other blade was stabbed into his side. Pain flared up along his back when he lifted his arms to bring the knife down again and only then did he realise the first stab had gone right through Spy's eye and that the roaring rush of adrenaline in his ears had been muting his screams. Sniper climbed off of the body and stared, numb, at the mess on him. The other team's Spy had splattered badly enough and now this one's gore had coated his torso and face, covered his legs where he was straddling him and soaked into his socks. It squished. It also started to stink. The wet, coppery scent of blood permeated the air and overtook the previous smell of dust and smoke. Stumbling back over to Scout, he realised that the boy was making soft moaning noises and that not all of the blood on the floor was Sniper's and Spy's. The shot that had been fired had gone through his leg and more than likely become lodged in the tibia. More pain flared along his side and Sniper wrenched the knife out and tossed it away. The angry clatter was the only other noise, other than Scout, as the Australian fled. --- Years later Scout sat in his wheelchair, by the window, and watched the world go by. He touched the scarred skin underneath his knee where his leg had been amputated -the bullet wound had gone septic- and sighed. Sniper walked into the room from the kitchen and asked what he wanted to have for dinner, holding out two cans of generic foodstuff. He didn't say anything, just pointed, and looked back out the window. Scout didn't say much anymore. END.
that sure was a.... quick ending. I would have liked a little more detail on how they escaped, their hike to civilization, if they were hunted at all, a bit of what happened after they were in the clear. I just didn't get any sense of closure. I dunno, I did get the feeling that you wanted to get the last chapter over with and done, maybe you can take more time to wrap things up in your new project. I enjoyed it, over all, though. Just something to keep in mind.
I kinda agree with the anon, needless to say I rather enjoyed the series, but the ending left a little to be desired. Some parts could use a bit more detail, like after Spy was dead I thought Sniper left poor Scout there. It just didn't seem like much of a happy ending for anybody, granted this story isn't exactly happy, but Scout missing a leg and not being able to talk? To Scouts character he was kinda better off with Medic. Anyways, its your story and you took the direction you wanted with it, I hope to see more of your future projects!
So sad. But so good. Really well written.