[Author's note: for Sonnemelzen, my fellow sausage-wielder]
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Ever since he'd lost the one eye, the RED Demoman kept the other open for threats. He still had a slightly skewed view of what constituted risk, though. To his mind, hurling himself into battle with an armload of bombs was the safest thing in the world- he knew he'd always respawn. Compared to, say, construction work, where limbs stayed lost, war was safe as houses. This same rationale led him to try this alone; he couldn't very well ask his teammates to tie him up, but he needed the rasp of rope against his skin.

In the privacy of his bunker, he threaded long skeins of rope between his fingers, preparing for his solitary ritual. Just the dry hay smell of it was enough to turn him on as he shed his clothing. He had a selection of ropes, large ones, thick enough to support his weight, slender ones for... delicate work. He sorted them carefully, thinking of what he would do tonight.

His first act was to fashion a chest harness out of the thickest rope. It didn't hold him down or restrict his breathing, but it did give him the satisfaction of feeling the hemp bite into his skin. He tugged at the knots- they were sound. If anyone were here with him, that person could use the thick ropes like handles, to steer him wherever they wanted him. His cock swelled at the thought.

Next, he sat on the floor and tied his ankles together. The feeling of constriction made his breath catch in his throat. This was what he needed. He threaded the rope up between his calves to bind his knees together, too. The effect was appealing- the loops of taut, pale rope against dark muscles. His cock was heavy against his thigh now, almost fully erect.

He stroked himself, shifting his legs slightly to enjoy how the ropes kept his thighs pressed together. His cock throbbed and he moaned before forcing himself to stop. Taking a few deep breaths, he selected a thin rope and tied it in a tight, intricate pattern around his cock and balls. The knots separated his testicles, surrounded his penis and pulled it away from his body, making his package look huge, hard and perfect. Getting up on his knees, he looped the long end of the rope through an eyehook in the floor. When he leaned back, it pulled on his cock, stroking him roughly and tugging at the root of his being.

For the last phase of his plan, the Demoman selected a short, medium-weight rope. Holding one end behind his back, he trailed the other end up to his elbow. He made several broad loops around the resting arm, then pushed his other hand back up through them, still holding the working end of the rope. With a few adjustments, his wrists were bound tightly behind his back. Leaning backward, letting his arms hang from his shoulders as a counterweight, he could almost capture the feeling of having been forced into this position. He shifted his hips gently, feeling the rope tug on his genitals.

"Howdy, Demo," the Engineer bellowed, striding through the door. "I was wonderin' if-" The Texan's voice died in his throat as he exchanged shocked stares with the explosives expert.

"A Spy!" The Demoman managed. "Ye're here just in time!"

"Hmm." The Engineer looked around the bunker, which had crates stacked against the only other door in direct contravention of safety regulations. He leaned on the door he'd just come through, took out his pistol, and settled in, his jaw set.

"The thing about Spies," he said after a while, "is that their cloaking devices only work for so long before they overheat. Given that the Spy cloaked as soon as I opened the door, if not a little sooner, his doo-dad should run out of juice in seventy-eight seconds, give or take." The Engineer shifted his weight, but stayed leaning against the door.

A minute seems like a very long time when you are about to be caught in a lie, and even longer when you are tied up naked in front of a teammate. Eventually, the Engineer hoisted himself off of the door and holstered his gun. "I don't believe there ever was a Spy in here, was there?"

The Demoman couldn't bring himself to answer. He hung his head, unable to look the Engineer in the eyes.

"I figured from the minute I wandered in. Those spooks are slippery bastards, but I do not believe you're fool enough to let one snake you out of your clothes and tie you to the floor," the Engineer said conversationally. "Seems to me, you must have tied yourself up like a pretty little parcel."

The Demoman still didn't speak, wishing that there had been a Spy, who would at least have granted him the swift and merciful death of a knife in the back.

"Extendin' that premise logically, seems to me that you only put things in a pretty little parcel when you want to give 'em to someone." The Engineer strode forward and slid his gloved hand under the Demoman's chin. "Do you suppose you might like to give that little gift to me?"

His lone eye wide in shock, the Demoman looked up to meet the Engineer's black-goggled gaze. The Texan's eyes were hidden, but his broad, lascivious grin told the whole story. The Demoman whimpered, blood rushing to his bound cock.

"Well, what do you say?" The Engineer smiled down at the Demoman. "You sure do look like a man who wants it, but until I hear you ring out with a yea or nay, I'm not doin' nothin'."

"Please... do anything tae me..." The Demoman found it easier to look at the Engineer's bulging crotch instead of his face.

"Dangerous offer," the Engineer slid his ungloved index finger into the Demoman's mouth. "Man could take a fair number of liberties, given an offer like that." He leaned over to pluck the slender rope tying the Demoman's tackle to the floor. "Huh, E flat," he mused as the Demoman writhed.

"Lucky for you, it's been a long time, and I'm not in a mood to fool around. I'll take a quick and dirty head job." He unzipped the fly on his overalls and pulled out his thick, heavy cock. "C'mere, you."

"Aye," the Demoman gasped, letting his mouth slide open. Apparently, it wasn't fast enough for the Engineer. He pulled off the Demoman's hat and twisted his finger into his teammate's dense, curly hair.

"You best give it to me nice, or I might well leave you tied up all night," the Engineer smiled as he slid his cock into the Demoman's mouth. "I know you must be able to get yourself out of those little bitty knots, but I do believe I can do better." He panted as the Demoman began to lick, delicately pushing the Engineer's foreskin back with his tongue. "Awh, you're good at that, a regular expert. I reckon you think about this all the time, don't you?"

"Mmh," the Demoman agreed, licking and sucking with a worshipful intensity. His thighs were shaking with the tension of this position, and the Engineer was barely giving him time to breathe- it was wonderful. He groaned around the other man's cock, letting him slide it deep into his throat. The Engineer hadn't been kidding about desperate. All too soon, he was coming, pouring his semen down the Demoman's throat, a few errant droplets splashing on his moustache as the Engineer pulled away.

"Wiiild dogies, you're good, but it strikes me we're not quite done here, yet." The Engineer tucked his softening cock back into his overalls, then grabbed the Demoman on the back of his rope harness. In one swift motion, he overbalanced the bound man and pressed him forward, pushing his cheek onto the gritty floor. "Can't rightly leave you yearning like this after you done so good," the Engineer said as he pressed himself against the Demoman's side.

Moving quickly, the Engineer untied the Demoman's cock. The rush of blood and the rasp of rope were almost painful, and the Demoman moaned. The Engineer gently slipped his bare hand under his teammate's balls, caressing the abused flesh. As the Demoman shuddered, acclimating to the pleasure, he heard the Engineer spit, then felt thick, gloved fingers against his ass.

"Ach, god, please, Engie, please!"

"Well, all ya had to do was ask." The Engineer forced two fingers inside the Demoman and stroked him roughly. It was too much- the pain, the pressure, the pleasure, the rope on his skin and the semen cooling in his moustache, all of it. The Demoman came, howling, and shot his load on the concrete floor.

"There, now," the Engineer soothed, easing the Demoman down onto his side and untying him before seeking out the explosives expert's own shirt to serve as a blanket. They spooned on the floor in companionable silence, the Engineer kissing the back of the Demoman's neck, until a thought occurred to him.

"Ya know, Demo, tying yourself up alone in a room just ain't safe. I certainly think that the next time you want to, you should come get me."