The only time the fighting stopped between RED and BLU was at night. An agreement was made between the two teams that past sundown, no fighting shall occur, the time instead spent on recovering and resting. It was a fragile agreement at best, both teams waiting for the one night the other would break it.

One night when everyone else was asleep, a BLU spy easily snuck around in RED base; he knew the floor plans by heart. He was on a mission, to capture RED Scout, and it was much, MUCH easier to do so when he was sleeping. Spy walked up to Scout's room and checked the door, surprised that it wasn't even closed all the way, much less locked. Quiet as a cat he snuck in, took out a towel and a bottle of chloroform, doused the towel, and immediately covered Scout's mouth and nose. After a few moments of struggling the chloroform did it's job and Spy can now safely and quietly relocated themselves.

When Scout slowly woke up, he was a bit woozy and vaguely recalled a dream of being woken up earlier before getting knocked out again. But then he startled awake when he realized that he was standing up in a small white room, bound spread-eagle with metal clasps against a wall. It was no dream.

"What the FUCK man?!" Scout shouted in the empty white room, struggling against the binds. He quickly discovered that he could move very little, except his head and maybe his torso. "HEY! Anybody out there!? What the hell's goin' on?!" He continued to shout and curse when suddenly the door across the room opened, and BLU spy walked in.

"YOU. I fuckin' KNEW it!" Scout struggled some more, testing to see if there was any weakness in the clamps.

"Bonjour," Spy greeted, mildly amused at the struggling young man in front of him. "I see zhat even your pajamas are RED…"

"Goddammit what the hell do you want you frog?!" Scout yelled, trying to look as threatening as he could clamped to the wall.

"Ever the eloquent one, petite," Spy remarked. "But I will get straight to the point." He started pacing around the room while he waited for Scout to quiet down. "We are at an impasse, RED and BLU. Neizher of us can obtain each ozher's intelligence, and we have come to zhe point where zhe fighting is just a chore, accomplishing nozhing. So I came up with an ingenious idea to try a…semi-diplomatic solution." A grin flashed across his face.

It took Scout only a moment at what Spy was hinting. "…wait you mean TORTURE?" He resumed his struggling. "FUCK man I knew you were crazy, but THIS…y-you know this ain't allowed in the contract!"

"Not…quite," Spy darkly chuckled as he flipped out his knife.

Scout's attention was suddenly turned to the exposed knife. He was no fan of torture, and the last person he wanted to be caught in a room tied up and alone with was BLU Spy. Even so, he had a duty to fulfill and was not about to easily give in. "…f-fuck you man, I ain't tellin' you SHIT, I'M gonna follow the contract, unlike you, you slimy stinkin' coward backstabbin'-"

"Just 'old still for me, will you?" Spy asked, grabbing onto Scout's shirt before cutting it open with his knife.

Scout winced and looked away when Spy took a swipe at him with the knife. Then he felt a draft. Looking down, he realized his shirt was now cut open, exposing his torso. "Wh-what the-" he started to say until he saw Spy grabbing onto the band of his pants. "N-nono, no! What the hell are you doin'!?" he protested while trying to futilely shake Spy's hands off.

"I said 'old still, zhat is, if you do not want me to cut anyzhing important," Spy warned as he cut through the elastic band and carefully continued cutting downward, underneath, and behind, being extra careful to avoid the important bits.

Scout froze, staring at the knife slicing way too close for comfort near his precious jewels. Now his legs feel drafty as his torn pant legs slid down, his only modesty now his underwear.

Spy stepped back and admired the boy's now exposed body, a small smile on his face. "Let me be frank 'ere, petite. Zhis will be an…experiment of sorts." His smile then grew bigger and more menacing. "Of course we want to know where your team's intelligence is, but I am going to try an alternative mezhod in getting you to talk since, as you correctly recalled," he flicked his knife closed and put it away, "'torture' is forbidden in our contracts." Then he took off his gloves, tossed them on the lone table in the room, and pulled up the only chair in the room.

Scout did not like the look on Spy's face, or his ungloved hands. "Whattaya gonna do th-" Scout started to ask until Spy sat down and placed a bare hand on his bare leg. "HEY! Hey, what are ya-" Scout squirmed, futilely trying to shake off the hand that is now slowly inching underneath his briefs.

"So my zheory goes," Spy began nonchalantly as his fingers rubbed small firm circles into Scout's groin, "is zhat all men 'ave certain needs. Seeing as zhere are no women within 50 miles around here…" Spy's other hand trailed to the other side of Scout's groin, also massaging circles into the muscle. "My plan is to capitalize on zhat fact, if you understand what I am going at."

"Hnngh, get OFF!" Scout violently squirmed, reflexively trying to close this legs. Unfortunately, the metal bonds are literally screwed into the concrete wall so instead Spy got a nice view of Scout flexing his legs. What Scout wouldn't do to give the backstabbing fag a hard kick in the face right now. Yet what was strange was that Spy's hands didn't hurt him, no, they actually felt nice, even pleasurable. Embarrassingly pleasurable. Scout tried the best he could to ignore this feeling but his body's betrayal was plainly obvious to Spy.

"I zhink you will agree," Spy pleasantly observed, watching Scout's bulge grow, "zhat so far my zheory is more or less accurate." He then started to massage the groin area that was right next to Scout's balls.

"Nngh, fuck! Stop it!" Scout protested when he felt Spy go lower. He should NOT be enjoying a touch from a guy, especially Spy of all people. Scout still tried to shake the hands off but the binds still kept him from squirming more than a couple inches in any direction.

Spy admired the resulting bulge in the young man's underwear. "Do you need some…release, petite?" he teased, and before Scout could reply, Spy flipped out his knife again, slid it underneath Scout's briefs over his hip, and with one swift motion cut through the band and cloth and quickly did the same with the other side. The now tattered briefs fell to the ground and Scout's entire body was now exposed. "Well, you are bigger zhan I zhought…" he commented, Scout's pride pointing directly at him.

"Oh FUCK YOU you homofag!" Scout retorted. His face was completely red with shame, but that didn't stop him from speaking his mind. "I always KNEW you were fuckin' gay you fuckin' fruitcake piece of…!" Scout continued his cursing and struggling until Spy smacked his face hard with his gloves.

"Nasty words will get you nowhere, petite," Spy coolly responded. "But, let me give you a chance out of zhis situation. Zhe only words I want to 'ear from you, Scout, is where," his voice lowered, "your intel is."

Scout glared at Spy, silent for once, but only for a moment before he spat into Spy's face. Bulls eye! Right in his eye!

"Rrgh!" Spy recoiled, wiping the slime away before giving the punk another hard smack across his face. "Enjoy your time 'ere with you hard-on!" Spy spat out, grabbing his belongings and angrily leaving the room.

The lights dimmed a bit right after Spy made his exit, Scout now alone in the room. He was pretty much naked, and the room was cool but not uncomfortably cold. "Fuck you, you traitor," he accused, glaring at his slowly softening cock.

~

About twenty minutes later the lights brightened, the door opened, and Spy strolled in, holding something in his hand. "Open your mouth, petite," he commanded as he swiftly walked up to Scout.

Scout was considering falling asleep when the light turned on again. "I…wha-" he started to ask when suddenly he felt a ball get shoved into his mouth and a band go around his head. "MMMRFF!" he tried to shout through the ball gag.

"Much better," Spy chuckled, "no more cursing, no more spitting." He took off his gloves and neatly placed it on the table, then pulled a tube out of his pocket. "Do you know what this is?" he asked, waving the tube in front of Scout's eyes.

Scout tried to focus his eyes on the waving object. After a moment he read the word "lube" and started cursing in the gag. Don't you fuckin' DARE touch me, he would've said if he wasn't muffled.

"I'm sorry, I do not understand you," Spy said, mocking the gagged boy. He pulled up the chair and sat down in front of Scout. "In case I 'aven't made myself clear, we are going to have a…test of wills; I am going to attempt get you to tell me where your team's intelligence is, and I am certain I will succeed," Spy smirked up at Scout. "However, I am certain you are not willing to give up zhat information yet, so...let me warm you up a bit first." That being said, he delicately cupped Scout's balls with one bare hand.

Almost instantly Scout began struggling, bellowing muffled curses, writhing to try to move away from the hand. Then Spy did what Scout feared he would do: he started to fondle his package. He was gentle at first, softly squeezing and rolling them across his fingers, then gradually increased his intensity. And sure enough, this stimulation, no matter how hard Scout tried to ignore or resist it, was too much to overcome. Slowly but surely, his cock started to harden again from the dull waves of pleasure.

"Just like zhat, oui…" Spy encouraged. Secretly, he pleased that he was able to touch a fine male specimen like this. When he saw that Scout was sufficiently hard, he paused to open the bottle of lube and place a dollop on the palm of his hand. "Now let me know how zhis feels," he teased while slowly spreading the lube on Scout's semi-hard cock.

It was an understatement to say that Scout was conflicted, trying to process the crude violation of his body and the humiliation of it all while at the same time wondering why Spy's hand felt so damn good. Of course the only noise he could manage to make sounded like frustrated muffles. Scout's struggles weakened with every smooth stroke as Spy's hand glided over the runner's now rock-hard cock.

Spy was extremely pleased with the results he was getting. "A young man's vitality is so easy to manipulate," he cooed, his hand working painfully slow. "Perhaps if you tell me where you REDs 'id the intel, I can then, you know, finish you off?" Spy smirked. He then stopped teasing Scout's dick totook off the ball gag, giving Scout a chance to speak.

Scout took a moment to catch his breath and swallow the accumulated saliva. Then he glared at Spy; there was no way he was going to spill such information just so he could come. "Fuck off, you homo," he said defiantly.

The defiant nature caused Spy to smile. "I love a challenge," he stated, "and I also love resistance." With his clean hand he lifted Scout's chin up and leaned in, inches from Scout's face "Give it some time, I'm sure you will reconsider. In zhe meantime," he let go, "enjoy being, ah, 'blue-balled'." And with a laugh, he picked up his things and left the room.

"Hey WAIT…!" Scout shouted as the door closed and the lights dimmed.

~

An hour or so has passed, more than enough time for Scout to feel unaroused, cranky, self-loathing, and in need of shooting BLU Spy in the face multiple times with his scattergun. The room got warmer when Spy left, however, so Scout didn't feel cold despite being pretty much naked, and other than the metal clamps keeping him in place he was pretty comfortable otherwise.

Suddenly the lights brightened again and Spy walked in carrying a cup with a straw. "'Ow are we doing?" he asked cheerfully.

"How do you think I'm doin', you fuckin' asshole," Scout replied angrily.

Spy feigned being hurt. "Now come along, petite, I have been nozhing but kind to you." He placed the cup on the table and took off his jacket, laying it across the chair. "Zhe room has been warmed up for you, I 'aven't done any permanent physical damage to you, I brought some sustenance for you," he raised the glass, "and I am even willing to get you off. All just for a little bit of information, oui?" he smirked.

"What about the whole kidnappin' me during ceasefire and nailin' me to a fuckin' WALL, then TORTURIN' me you faggot?" Scout huffed. "You broke the fuckin' rules, man. The Admin's gonna come down so hard on your ass you won't be-"

"Zhis is 'ardly torture," Spy corrected. "I am making you feel good, if anyzhing. Now please, drink up." He picked up the cup and held the straw near Scout's face. "It is a protein shake our medic has created, just for zhis occasion," he smiled.

Scout glared at Spy, then at the drink, not trusting it at all. "I know you are 'ungry, and you will need zhe energy," Spy explained in a more serious tone. Reluctantly, Scout took the straw in his mouth and took a sip. It tasted just like a milkshake and it was even his favorite flavor, vanilla. That first sip made Scout realize how hungry he was, and he finished the drink in no time.

"Zhere we go." Spy placed the glass on the table and took off his gloves. "Now where were we?" he rhetorically asked while he pulled up the chair. "Ah yes. Zhis is where I ask where the intel is, and zhen I get you off and set you free. Or," he smiled darkly as he sat down, "we can continue just where I left you."

Scout struggled weakly in his bonds, even though he knew it was useless. "I ain't telling you shit, you homofreak," he snapped. "Do your worst." Scout figured that anything Spy did to him, the Announcer would eventually find out and would do a hundred times worse back at Spy.

Spy raised an eyebrow at that last statement. "…really now petite. I did mention 'ow much I love a challenge…" A broad smile etched its way across Spy's as he placed his bare hands on Scout's thighs and gave them a squeeze.

Scout watched what seems like Spy giving him a massage with a bit of confusion. His legs could always use a massage. The sprinter watched as Spy slowly moved his hands upwards, the fingers squeezing into the toned muscle along the way. It felt pretty good, relaxing even, Scout reluctantly admitted to himself. Then Spy was at his hips, and he gave the hipbone a light rub and then reached around and gave Scout's ass a squeeze. That, on the other hand, made Scout feel less relaxed and more violated. "Hey!" he grunted.

Of course Spy ignored Scout's protest; he then stood up and continued trailing his hands up Scout's torso, making the same squeezing motions up his side. It took quite a bit of willpower for Scout to stifle his giggles because like HELL he is going to let this creep know he is ticklish.

But as Spy reached his chest, Scout suddenly felt fingers flick over his nipples. "H-hey! What are you doin'?!" The flick caused some sort of tingling sensation that traveled down, ending up in an area where Scout doesn't want it to end up.

With great anticipation, Spy carefully observed Scout's reactions. "I am experimenting, petite," he smirked, continuing to gently flick Scout's nipples as he watched Scout's cock slowly harden. Suddenly, he firmly pinched both of Scout's nipples.

"Aah!" Scout cried out, but not entirely in pain. He could feel his cock betray him once again, throbbing to the newfound sensations.

Spy continued to torment Scout, gently rolling his nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He had to force himself to not chuckle listening to Scout's small whimpers. "Is zhis a new sensation for you, petite? Do you like it? It seems like you do, and I am not even touching you down zhere," he bluntly observed.

Scout could not think of a suitable comeback, whimpering every time his nipples were pinched or rolled, flicked or rubbed. He writhed in his bonds, wanting the sensations to stop, yet the noises he made suggested otherwise.

Satisfied after a few more moments, Spy ceased his assault. He sat himself back down and picked up the tube of lube he left on the table. He then unscrewed the cap, placed a dollop on Scout's rock-hard cock, and once again slowly started spreading it around.

Scout grunted when he felt the cold lube, then moaned softly when he felt Spy's hand on his member again. Once again it felt amazing, even more so than he remembered, almost as if his cock remembered the last time Spy was stroking it, longing to be touched again. This time he could feel Spy going a bit faster, but still taking meticulous care to stroke the whole length.

"Ffffnnn…" Scout breathed out. His emotions and thought processes were now controlled by Spy's deliberate, slow hand. But it was frustratingly slow, and although he could still feel himself slowly reaching the edge, it was taking way longer than he liked. And because he was immobile, there was no way he could, say, effectively hump Spy's hand to make it go any quicker.

Some time has passed when the slow, tortuous strokes had Scout finally feeling himself getting close to release. His breath quickened, he started tensing up, and he could feel that swelling energy through his body starting to concentrate in his cock. "Y-yeah, c'mon man, c'mon…" he quietly moaned, his entire body flexing as he got closer and closer…

"Now," Spy suddenly spoke up, releasing his grip on Scout, "where do you REDs keep your intel?"

Suddenly Scout felt nothing on his cock, the lack of sensation stopping Scout from going over the edge. "Wh-what?" He shook around, trying to gain more sensation, but only hitting air. "C-c'mon, why didja stop!?"

Spy feigned irritation and rolled his eyes. "I zhought I 'ad explained zhis to you. You tell me where you keep your intel, I finish you off, remember?" He made a frustrated sigh, but there was no hiding the gleam in his eyes.

Scout struggled in his bonds anew and made a frustrated noise as new realization set in. He was going to be used, specifically, his sexual need is going to be used against him. Spy was going to deny him when he was just about to orgasm. "Y-you. You…bastard," he glared at Spy, a mix of anger and frustration.

"'Ardly torture, don't you agree?" Spy teased. "You get what you want, I get what I want. Capice?"

Scout wasn't entirely sure what to do. He can't let something so silly, so humiliating like his sex drive guide his decision to protect the team's intel. "I…I." He took a deep breath. Can't break the contract, can't let down the team. "…Fuck you, you better hope you have a backup plan to get me talkin'."

Spy laughed and stood up. "Tell me, petite, when was zhe last time you slept with a girl, no wait," he held up his hand, "when was zhe last time you…received a blowjob?" He discretely licked his lips, but made it obvious enough of his future intentions. Then he picked up his jacket, his gloves, and the cup. "Give zhat some zhought, hm?"

When the door closed behind Spy and the lights dimmed, Scout hung his head and saw that his cock was an angry red. He began to wonder how long this was going to last.

~

It was only half an hour when Spy walked into the room again. "Changed your mind?" Spy asked as he pulled up the chair. He was expecting, possibly hoping, that Scout has not.

The assumption was correct. "I'm hungry," Scout flatly responded.

Spy took a seat and raised his eyebrows. "Already? Why don't we sweeten zhe deal zhen?" He took off his gloves and clapped his hands together, "You tell me where you REDs keep your intel, and I go get some more food AND get you off?" He opened his hands, waiting for an answer.

Scout gave Spy a dirty look. "…you're fuckin' kiddin' me, right? What happened to all that 'I'm not torturin' you' crap that you went on abo-" he suddenly stopped talking when Spy grabbed his cock.

"Zhe deal 'as not, and will not, change," Spy explained more sternly, giving Scout's soft dick a few pumps. It was all that was needed to get him hard again. "Perhaps you need more convincing…?" he asked, taking a seat.

Scout bit his lower lip as he felt his cock getting stroked again, trying to not make any obvious sounds that sounded like he really needed to be touched. "F-fuck you," Scout managed to snap back, his voice faltering just a tiny bit.

"Hnnn," Spy thoughtfully sighed, before placing the head of Scout's cock on his tongue and giving it a slow lick.

"Nngh!" Scout moaned between his teeth. He did not expect the tongue, nor did he expect it to feel that good. That warm tongue was a whole new level of sensation on his already sensitized dick. "Shit, what are you doin'?!"

Spy sneered. "What do you zhink I am doing, petite…" Before Scout could respond Spy carefully took in most of Scout's length in his mouth and sucked slowly out. It was a good thing he used flavored lube, it made it more bearable than regular lube.

Scout shivered when his cock was wrapped in slick warmth because god damn that felt good. "…y-you queer…shi-" he whimpered as Spy released Scout's dick with a pop.

"I do enjoy zhe taste of fresh meat," Spy remarked creepily, more for the reaction than anything.

The comment didn't register in Scout; it was difficult enough to hide his sexual frustration, now that he was starting to get very aroused again. "Y-you're…the fuckin' queerest homo I have ever met, you sick sonofabi-" His tirade was cut short with a gasp when Spy once again put Scout's dick in his mouth.

Spy wasn't lying when he said that he liked the taste of Scout's cock, that is, once he licked up the fake flavor of the lube. Soon he could taste the real flavor of Scout, a clean, mild taste which can only be described as youthful vigor. Especially the vigor part. It was not every day he got to give a blowjob to an extremely fit young man in his prime, and Spy relished it, slowly running his tongue over the rock-hard shaft and tracing the tip of his tongue along the equally rock-hard mushroom-shaped head. He could even feel the conflicted frustration Scout was feeling pulse through the young man's cock as the boy tried to not give in to the pleasure, while at the same time shivering in pure desire with every pass of Spy's warm, wet mouth.

However, Spy can't enjoy it too much. That would defeat the entire purpose of this interrogation if he accidentally went too far. Fortunately for him, he can tell from experience when someone is getting close to orgasm. And in just a couple minutes Scout was starting showing the signs, so he took one last gentle lick on the end of Scout's cock, tasting the salty precum before leaning back, licking his lips. "So are you ready to talk now?" he smirked.

There was something to be said about receiving the best blowjob of your life, especially when it given by a guy, but guys have dicks so they probably know how to make another guy feel good anyway, but Scout definitely wasn't thinking about that, not at all...But then Spy suddenly stopped when he was once again at the edge. "Ffffuck!" he groaned, reflexively trying to thrust his hips forward for more sensation, but the couple inches he managed hit only air. "Aagh! Why didja stop?!"

Spy leaned back watching Scout writhe, a devilish smile across his face. "'Ow many times do I 'ave to repeat myself petite: tell me where the intel is, and I will finish you off." Just for good measure Spy leaned forward a bit and blew some air across Scout's cock.

That sent Scout into a higher level of frustrated rage. "You piece of shit!" Scout cried out, the tension evident in his voice. Never has Scout been denied this sort of pleasure, and he was so close to squirting this time that it was almost painful. "When I get out of this, man, I'm gonna fuck you up so badly, you're gonna regret ever layin' hands on me, I'm gonna go after you, you slimy tard, and you only, and kill you over and over and over-"

"Name calling is going to get you nowhere, petite," Spy nonchalantly stated, inwardly amused at Scout's sudden tantrum. "Perhaps I should give you a few minutes to cool down, oui?" With that said, he stood up, put the chair back where it was, picked up his stuff, and left the room.

"NO, wait…!" But it was too late, the door was already closed. The bound scout could still feel the precum slowly leaking out of his cock.

~

Fifteen minutes later Spy came back holding a cup with a straw of the same milkshake he served earlier. Scout's cock gave a throb when he saw Spy because he knew what was going to happen soon.

"What's this, a sudden change of heart?" Scout put on his tough guy act, although the session was starting to wear on Scout's conviction. It was also plainly obvious that he was still somewhat hard.

"Yes and no," Spy replied, holding the straw up to Scout's mouth. "I 'ave decided zhat you shouldn't feel hungry so you can…focus on other sensations," he smirked. "Also, I do not want you fatigued. For zhat same reason, of course. By zhe way, zhis time it is chocolate."

Scout shot daggers at Spy with his eyes, but quickly took the straw in his mouth and gulped down the milkshake. He can't help but agree; what was worse than being frustratingly horny was being frustratingly horny and hungry. "I fuckin' hate you so much right now," Scout said when he finished the cup.

"Good boy," Spy praised, giving Scout a gentle pat on the head. He then put the cup on the table, along with his gloves, and then sidled up to Scout. "Now, where were we…" he cooed, one hand playing with one of Scout's nipples.

Scout gritted his teeth. "God…damn…" he muttered out. It felt like electric sparks heading straight to the very tip of Scout's cock every time Spy would tease a nipple. Scout's cock instantly hardened to its full length.

"'Ave you given our agreement some more zhought?" Spy growled in Scout's ear, now playing with the other nipple. Scout responded with a whimpering grunt.

After teasing Scout a bit more he retreated, pulling up the chair once again and sat in front of Scout. "Let me give you a few minutes to compose yourself."

Scout watched Spy watch him with a creepy smile on his face. "Fuck you, I…I still ain't tellin' you shit…" Despite the act, it was obvious to Spy that Scout's resistance is close to running out.

"Is zhat so," Spy inquired. "Perhaps I should refresh your memory…" he said as he grabbed onto the base of Scout's cock and with his tongue lapped up the precum that had been accumulating at the tip of Scout's penis.

Scout groaned, indeed remembering the soft warm wet flesh against his dick. Remembered too well, in fact, as his hypersensitized dick throbbed with every touch. He was afraid of what is going to happen soon, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Spy continued to slowly tease Scout with his tongue, running it along the shaft while his hand was now fondling his balls, before taking the entire length into his mouth and giving Scout a nice, painstakingly slow blowjob. "Ooh…oh god…" he heard Scout quietly moan. It didn't take much to get Scout super aroused again, so aroused that Spy could even felt the pulse of Scout's heart through his dick. He continued to slowly suck on Scout's cock, letting go with a soft pop before taking it in his mouth again, sucking out, soft pop, and cycle again. But he repeated this motion only a few more times before he could tell that Scout was about to shoot his load. So once again he stopped just in time and leaned back, watching Scout's reaction with great interest.

Scout looks like he is on the verge of crying. Never could the boy have predicted how easily he can be manipulated with his horniness. But now here he was, breathing hard, attempting to shake and writhe his hips around to feel any sensation, failing miserably.

"I can do zhis all day, mon petite," Spy explained, a finger now idly tracing along the veins of Scout's hard, angry, red, leaking cock. And he really could, slowly sucking Scout, keeping him close to the edge, wait, leave for a smoke, come back, suck Scout again, rinse and repeat. It was honestly the most fun Spy has had in a while.

On the other hand, Scout felt like he was losing his mind. Never in his life has he felt so much pain through pleasure before, and now that he was made suddenly aware that this can go on all day, well, now Scout was finally starting to weigh his sanity against some stupid intel location. "Hrrrrgh," he groaned, Spy's wandering finger constantly reminding him of how badly he needs to cum.

And unfortunately for Scout, Spy was a patient man. A patient, devious man. When Spy got bored his hand left Scout's cock, only to squeeze Scout's inner thigh before gently squeezing Scout's soft balls.

"Aah…!" Scout pathetically whined. The soft touches were just enough to keep in on edge but not enough to put him over. This feeling of being pushed and kept almost to orgasm but not quite there for such a long period of time was driving him crazy. Scout has never felt such necessity until now. "N-no…s-stop…"

"Stop?" Spy asked, raising an eyebrow. "You really want me to stop?" He could literally see Scout breaking down in front of him, so he continued to gently stroked and handle Scout's balls, knowing his soft touches would not bring Scout over the edge but keep him close enough to the edge to drive him insane.

"Ye…n-yes…no…?" Scout was too delirious at this point to decide between constant stimulation that wasn't enough to make him come or no stimulation at all.

Spy could see that his frustrating assault will soon break. "Anyway, mon ami, about zhat intel…" he cooed, giving Scout's balls a firm squeeze.

Scout yelped. That has brought him closer to the edge than he has ever been without going over. He could not take it anymore. The last barrier has been broken, his cock leaked like a broken faucet, and there was no release in sight. That is, unless…

"…a-a-alright."

"Hm?" Spy ceased his touching. Did Scout just give in? Almost immediately, Scout spilled everything he knew; he even gave directions for how to get to the room. It was an incredibly detailed description, especially for Scout.

Spy raised an eyebrow and smiled. This method was far more effective than he has anticipated. Perhaps, a bit too effective; secretly Spy was a bit disappointed that his fun will end soon. He still maintained his interrogative role, however, "…are you sure zhat is correct? It would be 'orribly disappointing if I found out you were l-"

Scout almost burst into tears. "OH MY GOD it's the fuckin' correct, ok? I told ya everythin' I know, now make me cum DAMMIT!" he yelled, straining against the metal clasps. There was no more feeling of shame holding him back now; never had he wanted anything more badly in his life.

Spy couldn't help but laugh at the outburst. "…very well. I am a man of my word, I will uphold my end of the deal." He knew Scout was terrible at lying convincingly, and apparently even less so in this state. Therefore Spy pretended to take some notes in a notebook he pulled out of his jacket before settling in the chair in front of Scout's wet, weeping cock. "I 'ope you will enjoy this…compensation," Spy said before taking the entire length in his mouth.

For a brief moment, while watching Spy write down the location, Scout felt an incredible gut-wrenching mix of shame, guilt, and treason. He just blurted out his team's secret, all just to get off. What if his teammates found out about this? He will never hear the end of it, that is, if he somehow manages to survive the wrath of the Announcer. But when that mouth enveloped his cock once again, all his thoughts and feelings were washed away, his body now focused on one goal. "Ooooh man…"

Overall, Spy was extremely pleased with the process, outcome, and result of this experiment, to say the least. In just a mere few hours he managed to break Scout down enough for him to give extremely detailed instructions on how to obtain RED's intel. And there was no doubt in his mind that the directions were correct. The boy has served us well, Spy thought, I will reward him accordingly. With his lips and tongue Spy quickly cleaned up Scout's cock from the accumulated precum. Soon the salty bitter taste turned into something much lighter and sweeter; he then started sucking more passionately. Even though he was going to finish the job very soon, he was going to try his very best to make the most out of this rare opportunity.

Spy was going to giving Scout the very best blowjob he could give. And Scout can tell, the backstabber's masterful use of suction, lips, and tongue massaging, caressing, and stroking Scout's cock caused the young man to moan and groan very audibly. Those sounds encouraged Spy to work harder, one hand fondling Scout's balls while the other was holding onto Scout's hips, fingers digging into the muscle.

Meanwhile Scout was writhing in his bonds from the waves of sensation hitting him harder and harder the more Spy worked. Very soon he could almost literally see the peak of his orgasm, his entire body tensing up, ready for release:

"Ohmygod, ohmygod I-I'm I'm gon-nna co-o-"

And Spy dealt the final stroke, taking Scout's cock completely in his mouth, his tongue furiously massaging up and down the shaft and head. Scout suddenly cried out as he went over the top as he felt an electric jolt that started from the tip of his penis penetrate his entire being. He suddenly lost his vision and his cry was accompanied by a powerful release of thick, white, ropey semen that almost filled Spy's mouth with the first spurt, but Scout continued to cry out as he continued to come, and even though Spy tried to swallow the thick, sweet and bitter mixture as quickly as he could, Scout filled his mouth up more quickly, and some of the cum ended up dripping out of Spy's mouth onto his mask and suit.

After an impressive nine pulses Scout's orgasm finally settled down, cum now slowly dribbling out. He was breathing hard and gradually, his vision returned. "O-oh…oh…my god…" he managed to breathe out, reeling in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm in his life when suddenly he felt very, very tired…

Spy managed to swallow most of the cum, and although he was somewhat irritated that a good amount got on his mask and suit, it was nothing compared to the feeling of satisfaction of finally being able to taste what Scout produced. Not only that, this experiment was a success in so many ways, and the only true disappointment Spy felt in this entire ordeal was that it was already over.

He took out a handkerchief just for this occasion and quickly cleaned himself up. When he was done, he looked over and noticed that the boy has passed out. He cleaned up Scout, then taking a key out of his pocket he unbolted Scout from the metal clamps and flung him over his shoulder, taking the clothing rags to cover up the indecent parts.

~

When he walked out the door with Scout passed out over his shoulder, RED Medic was waiting outside. "So I gather the procedure vas a success?" Medic asked with a completely straight face. "Also, take off your disguise, vhat if one of our teammates see you."

BLU Spy shimmered a bit before turning back to RED as he removed the paper mask. "Indeed, I zhink the procedure has great promise. 'Owever, we should test on a couple more…subjects, just to be sure."

"Ja, ja," Medic muttered, scribbling down notes on a clipboard. "First a few questions. Vas the location of the intel accurate?"

"Not just zhe location, 'e even mapped out zhe directions to get zhere."

"Fascinating. About how long did you think the procedure lasted?"

"I would say four hours? At most? It did not feel like such a long time, 'owever, and zhere were many opportunities to take a break."

"How vas Scout toward the end?"

"Very cooperative, docteur, very needy, as zheorized."

"Anything needing change for this procedure?"

Spy thought for a moment. "…non. So far I zhink it is perfect, although, like I said, I believe we should confirm wiz a couple more tests-"

"You really vant to have more victims, I see," Medic bluntly noted, scribbling furiously. "Do you have a plan in case of retaliation?"

Spy chuckled, "Non, I doubt zhe BLU Spy will 'ave a plan against a very angry Scout."

"Finally, for personal reference" Medic said as he clipped the pen back on the clipboard and smiled the tiniest bit, "did you enjoy it?"

Spy responded with a grin back. "Oui. Of course I did."