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No. 9261
Made a few changes and such to a few, but just wanted all of these in one place, really.
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Prompt: Engie/Solly dry humping.
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"S-Solly..." Engineer gasped, his hands grabbing the closest thing that he could steady himself on- the wall of the hayloft. Soldier ignored his stutter and continued pushing and grinding his very awake crotch against Engineer's rump. His hands curled into fists against the wall the army man was pushing him up against and he felt his control slipping with each thrust Soldier made against him, pushing his own awakened member roughly against the hard wall.
Bullshit. Soldier thought he would just hump up against Engineer, give him this kind of discomfort and just keep on going? Bull. Shit.
Engineer pushed back against Soldier, catching the man off balance and felt him grab onto the back of his shirt. Engineer twisted to face Soldier and ended up sprawled against him with their crotches pressed against each other. Soldier's hat fell and ended up spinning on its top a few feet from the two. Engineer's had tumbled off in the fall as well, leaving them both bare headed and Soldier's rather expressive face exposed. Soldier tried to squirm out from under Engineer, bucking his hips against the Texan in the process and causing him to groan at the sensation. This gave Soldier a thoughtful pause as Engineer flushed at the rather loud noise he had just made.
"You are not staying on top of thi-" Soldier was cut off with a groan as Engineer leered down at him, grinding his hips firmly down on the other man's cock. Soldier's surprised expression turned to a smirk and a throaty chuckle before he put all his torque into rolling them over.
Engineer allowed it and just kept the pair rolling, hay sticking them through their shirts and flying up all around them even before they rolled into a big pile of the stuff, still fighting for dominance and thrusting and growling curses at each other between each breathless 'aha!' of triumph.
The battle was finally won when their rolling was ended by a crate and Soldier grabbed Engineer by his overall straps to pull him into a sitting position and thrust him back against the hard crate. A loud crack was heard as Engineer's back slammed into the crate and he growled a host of obscenities that were soon cut off by a husky groan as the man arched his back against the crate and his hips into Soldier's own eagerly.
Soldier continued his frenzied thrusting as Engineer's hips tried to reciprocate but just couldn't buck as fast as Soldier's came down on his crotch. Both were panting heavily, making sounds that, to anyone outside of the situation, resembled a couple of wild animals. Engineer's hands gripped handfuls of hay, nails scraping against the floor every now and then as he sought something a little more anchoring every time Soldier's thrusts pushed him right back up against the crate he was trying to slide away from. He could only take the edge of that thing in his back so many times, after all.
Soldier seemed to slow after a bit and Engineer stared up at the commando's flushed face with a small smirk. "Tired already, pardner?" He drawled with a chuckle, slipping his hand over the extremely noticeable bulge in Soldier's pants. The man simply glared at Engie's amusement and ground himself against the man one last time before a sigh of relief drifted from his lips. Engineer felt the man go slack against him and chuckled, brushing a hand through his damp, army buzzed hair. "Yer gonna be sore t'morra..." he stated with a small grin.
"Shut it, Tex." Soldier grumbled, sitting up between Engineer's knees and brushing the hay from his uniform.
"Sir, yessir." Engineer saluted from his relaxed position against the crate.
Soldier's eyes alighted on Engineer's own tent in his overalls and unzipped the front before tucking his hand in to give him his own release.
"Ah... thanks, Soll." Engineer grinned at him.
"I said 'shut it,' Private!" Soldier barked with a half-hearted glare as he stood and tried to brush the rest of the hay off of his uniform.
" 'course ya did." Engineer nodded, grin turning into a smirk. Soldier tried to make his glare more menacing before he headed off to change his pants.
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Prompt: Scout getting off to something of Engineer's in the shower.
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Mmm... sweat and dirt and metal and oil and that fucking man-musk smell that he's got going on all the time... yeah...
I sit up from my face plant in Engie's bed and look around. That's not what I'm here for, dammit. Can't be getting sidetracked like that, I'm like a Spy. Except I'm good looking and can actually fight instead of twirling around a pretty knife all the time. What a fag.
Dammit, there, I'm distracted again! Now where's that- there!
On the other side of the room, there's one of his gloves and so I walk over and pick it up all smooth like before heading off to the shower rooms, the only damn place in this base with a lock. Because I sure as hell don't want no one to walk in on me with this thing. That would be fucking embarrassing.
So anyway, I head to the shower rooms and when I'm there I turn on the water and wait for it to get nice and warm as I get lost in the fag's scent again. When the room starts steaming, I slip the glove on and step under the water, letting it course over me clothes and all. My fingers don't fit the glove right, but the material is stiff enough that they stay like they're filled as I slip the glove up under the hem of my shirt and close my eyes. The heat in the air seems to release the scent of the glove. Or maybe it's the water, not like I know how shit like this works, but all I know is that I can smell him... and I can feel him too, reaching up under my shirt like a fag and brushing his hand over my stomach and up the sexy six-pack to my pecs. His thumb brushes over my skin and curiously thumbs my nipple. I keep my reaction back and the thick glove moves on to my shoulder, but he's soon pissed off at the crappy angle with my shirt on and jerks it off real smooth like. Like he knows just the right way to pull it to get the fucker off real easy. I hear wet cloth smack tile hard and can barely contain my grin. He really hated that shirt.
His hand goes back to rubbing along my torso and I can just see him taking in my god-like body and loving every inch of it as his hand moves along my muscles and tanned skin, working down to my... oh, what a fucking fag, he's going for my fly! Well... I haven't the heart to deny him what he wants, so I just let him do whatever. The belt comes off and he pretty much tosses it across the room. All I can think is that it's fucking hot as hell when he manhandles my clothes like that. Makes my stomach flip and all that kind of shit.
He fumbles a bit with the button on my pants and I chuckle. Damn, I guess we're both getting pretty excited. So I lend him my left hand and can just hear his drawling voice thanking me. Like he will later, I'll be the best fuck he ev- that thought goes down the fucking drain when he grabs my crotch and I jump a bit, snapping my eyes open and panting heavily as I lean on the wet tiles of the wall.
I look around and then down to the wet glove on my hand. Dammit, faggot glove had to go and ruin my fun... I bring it to my face and my knees almost fucking give out at the scent, eyes closing with the orgasmic jolt it rockets through me. His name escapes my lips and then the glove moves to rest on my cheek, cupping it gently and rubbing my cheekbone with his thumb. I mutter his name again and the thumb traces my lips. I quickly remind him not to be a fag because I can tell that he's going to kiss me or something faggish like that. That gravelly chuckle and then his hand is drifting down again, slowly and fucking teasingly making its way down my body again. What a prick.
Speaking of pricks, he doesn't even touch mine again until he's got me stepping out of my pants and underwear. And even then he doesn't do anything, just rubs his faggy hand along my hip and down my thigh like he's getting off on the awesome shape my legs are in. Who can blame him? They are pretty fucking awesome.
That glove moves across my knee, tickling it gently as it goes before skirting along the inside and then sliding along the underside of my cock. Why the fuck is this redneck such a tease? Damn.
Once he gets his fingers slid down my cock, his fingertips brush against my tip and I pitch forward into his slick chest, cheek pressing against the warm, hard muscles like the fag I am and giving him these little noises as he turns me so that my back's against him and the metal of his belt buckle is pressing against my ass. The guy hasn't even taken his pants off, goddamn. And so once I'm against him, he starts moving his hand up and down my cock, the rough kind of material that makes up that glove causing all sorts of gay ass friction along my length. It's fucking awesome.
I groan his name and start cursing as encouragement, because everyone's got a cursing kink in them somewhere. I'm totally right about this guy because he speeds up the louder and harsher my curses get. My legs are shaking because he's not doing a damned thing to hold me up, just jerking me off like he's a fucking pro at it. It ain't long before I can't hold this shit back anymore and water and cum float around my feet as I open my eyes, panting like a dog.
The glove on my right hand is still loosely gripping my cock and it's still not Engie's hand inside it. I pull it up and sniff it, glad to see that the smell hadn't worn off yet. I inhale deeply from the musky inside and slide down the tiles, smiling like a fag as the smell adds to my content post-release feeling.
"I miss ya, man..." I murmur softly as I hug the glove to my chest, his smile flashing before me and making salt mix with the shower water still coursing over my body.
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Prompt: Initation shenanigans. Ended up with Engie as the focus.
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When I got off the train, I had no idea what was in store for me. I especially wasn't expecting this.
I've heard the tales from college, but I was never one of those jerks in those frat houses that strutted around campus like spring cocks. Therefore, I don't have any personal experience with hazing or 'initiations'. My high school was a small little thing, so the students were mellow in the way of picking on freshmen and such, so there was nothing like this there either.
So, before you judge me, I'll remind you again: this is completely new to me. I have /never/ had to... /perform/ in front of eight other men.
Yes, I suppose I could have just refuse, go to my room and lose myself in trying to figure out how to improve my Sentries... but that would end up with me looking like a coward. Which I'm not.
"So, how's it gonna be, Tex? Gonna accept the challenge and get a nice rep right off?" This kid... he's like one of those punks in high school. The ones that made me feel like I didn't exist. He's also the loud mouthed child that made me feel like I couldn't back down from this 'initiation'.
As an answer, I unbuckle my tool belt and let it drop with a heavy clank on the ground. I see a look of approval in the single eye of the only black man on the team and mentally take a deep breath before unhooking the fastenings of my overalls.
The heavy denim fabric falls easily to the concrete and the metal clips seem to condemn me as they hit the hard floor with soft clicks. I swallow thickly as half of the men remain emotionless and the other four clearly show that they're measuring up my usefulness on the field by the size of my lower extremities. My heart's pounding through my head as I lower my hand to the opening in my briefs and take a silent, calming breath through my mouth.
" 'Ey, 'ey!" That loudmouthed kid again... "remember ya can't react any. Gotta keep that breathin' as smooth and that face as neutral as... uh..." the kid ain't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, if you know what I mean.
"Jus' shaddup 'n' let the bloke get on wit' it," chides the Australian man who has been one of the four that are lacking in readable expression, besides the ski masked man, the doctor, and the one whose expression I can't see on account of their ever present gasmask.
I give him a thankful nod and a shy smile before my hand continues it's course. Inside, I know how ludicrous this is. I have eleven PhDs in science and now I'm about to jerk myself off in front of eight other men...
My hand enters my briefs as I toss my pride away and steel myself against a gasp. It's been a while.
My rough hand begins to automatically caress me, face completely straight and determined to stay that way through the whole ordeal.
It seems like it takes forever to get completely hard. My face is frozen in place, feeling cold with the perspiration of concentration as my hand glides along my length, steadily pumping with a firm grip. I feel my face twitch and speed my pumps, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. I can see a few of my new teammates talking amongst themselves, and the four who seemed to be detached from the madness earlier either have light blushes or the same straight expressions along with an interesting tent in the fronts of their pants.
I can't last forever, though, and I'm soon lost in the pleasure of my act, knees hitting the ground with the click of hard plastic on harder cement. I hear a gasp and, somewhere in my pleasure-clouded mind, I realize that it's me. A smirk passes the kid's face and his hand's idly groping the masked man's erection, eyes focused on the man's melting façade. His lips move in what can only be a condescending remark, but I can't hear anything but my own pounding heart in my ears.
Something in me twists to its breaking-point and I feel semen in my hand as I release, allowing relief-filled pleasure to fill me. I sigh and shake the stuff from my hand nonchalantly, looking up at the smirks of my new team for a verdict. Surely they weren't serious about staying completely straight faced while performing autoeroticism.
"Pft, he didn't make it." I'm pretty sure by now that there's no ending to the annoying of this kid.
"You did not last near as long, petit..." the man with the mask states and the kid huffs, withdrawing his hand and scooting away to stand next to the tall Aussie.
"Y'did good, lad," I'm assured by the black man and give him a wary smile as I tuck myself back in and stand to pull my overalls back up.
We all stand there in a space of awkward silence for a bit before the large one breaks it with a booming, "vellcome to team, leetle man!" The rest echo his sentiment and I tip my hardhat to them while realizing that we're a lot closer than we had been when I first got off the train. Maybe this initiation of theirs isn't quite as- excusing my language- fucked up as I first though.
I allow myself a real smile as I clip my overalls and bend to retrieve my belt. "Welp, if that's all that's involved in the initiation process, I'll be gettin'." I mention, buckling the familiar weight around my waist and crossing my arms. No one objects and the black man even volunteers to show me to my room.
"I'm much obliged." I reply to his offer.
"Ach, no ye aren't." He assures me with that interesting accent of his, taking a swig of whatever's in the bottle he's been holding. It hasn't left him since I first got here. "Tha' was a damn good show ye put on." He informs me with a relaxing chuckle.
"Oh?" I ask casually, really not wanting to talk about it.
"Oh, aye," he nods sagely. "Yer face 's real expressive even with them googlies on."
"Ah..." I glance back down to the tent he still boasts and am suddenly afraid that there's more to this ritual than just desecrating myself in front of my new teammates.
He notices my glance and scoffs, "not tae worry, lad, I'm not tha' type."
"Ah..." I repeat, blushing a bit and getting a laugh from him.
"I mean, I donnae take wot isn' offered tae me, kinda hard tae get along out 'ere wi'out..." he shrugged and took another long pull from his bottle.
"Ah..." I nod, realizing that it would be nice to have an ally out here.
"Aye..." an awkward silence spreads between us and I clear my throat, but don't know what to say. So I don't. When we reach my room, before he's done telling me it's mine, I grab his vest and yank him in with me before shutting the door and locking it.
Time for a more personal show.
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Prompt: Scout^2 hatesex.
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"Why you little...!"
"Haha, take that y'little fuck- hey! whatthefuckareyoudoing?!"
"Yield bitch! Yield!"
"Oh, fuck na- stop it, y'fag!" BLU Scout growled violently as he cussed up at his RED counter-part, currently pinned on his stomach with the other's bat mere inches from his face. But his hands were twisted behind him, disabling him from fighting back. RED Scout chuckled and spit out a bit of spit and blood to the side, tongue probing his tooth to make sure it wasn't loose or anything. The gum was just split and he soon spit another mouthful of blood and saliva to the ground. Damn them fuckers could bleed.
"I said 'yield,' cock muncher." RED Scout stated calmly right next to his ear. This was a trick he had learned from Spy. Kinda. It was more from observation, really... scared the shit out of people when used right. But what was calm for Spy was not the same calm for Scout. Spy's calm was creepy and had 'I'm going to molest you' all over it; Scout's was a little less sultry and still had a tinge of his usual energy.
"Fuck no, I'm not gonna do anything for you, cock waffle..." he growled, legs kicking and trying to get the guy off of his ass. It didn't help at all that he could feel something pushing against his rear and it wasn't RED's bony butt, but a bone of another kind. "Holy shit, are you getting off on this?" He bucked, trying to get away with renewed vigor. RED Scout's calm voice may not have creeped him out, but whatever was going on behind him wasn't good news. He could feel it. Literally.
"Course not, dick diva, don't think too highly of yourself." RED warned, one hand pinning the other's skinny wrists as the other grabbed the back of his hair and slammed his face into the dust. He heard and felt something crack. That was a nice one. "Now that I got off on." RED sneered, the bruise across his jaw from the other's bat feeling tight and a bit swollen as his skin tried to stretch with the sneer. "Goddamn fuck, man, you need to watch where you're swingin' that bitch, it hurts to move my-"
BLU Scout broke his hands away and RED Scout soon found himself on his back with his own arms pinned to the dust on either side of his head. Warm blood dripped onto his chest and neck, his vision cleared from the hit that the back of his head had taken and he saw that the BLU Scout was bleeding profusely from his nose. He barely got out a short laugh before the other boy smacked him across the jaw with his fist. RED Scout's hand came up once it was unpinned and they grappled in the dust, kicking up a cloud of it as the two rolled one way and then another, punches and kicks flying as well as swear words even a sailor wouldn't use.
"Augh...! FUCK." BLU snarled, snorting half-congealed blood from his nose so that he could breathe without tasting dust. He ended up breathing blood instead so he would just have to live with the dust, he supposed.
"Dammit, I think you broke my ribs." RED growled, now sitting on the other's hands instead of just pinning them behind him. He felt one of them twitch and slammed his elbow into the back of the other Scout's skull, making him see spots and cry out as his nose was damaged further. "Don't move your hands like that, ass wipe." He warned, almost too quickly.
"Wuh... buh..." BLU Scout blubbered, blinded by the dirt in his eyes and unable to breathe from the blood and dirt coating the inside of his mouth. He was soon recovered and tried to twist his face to see RED. He would be so angry with himself if the other didn't look in the same condition that he did. He probably didn't though. But damn, what was pressing against his... oh, fuck no.
"... is that your balls?!" He exclaimed, his hands feeling whatever was pressed against them. He didn't want to, but he was naturally curious. So his hands automatically attempted to identify what was there.
"I said to knock it off, Faggy McFaggers!" RED yelped, swatting the other's head again, but not nearly as hard. He hadn't been touched there in forever, and the way that BLU was groping him just felt...
"Why, you like it, fag face?" BLU sneered with a laugh, twitching his hand again. He knew that the other was already aroused, maybe it would take his mind off of beating the shit out of him long enough for him to come up with a plan.
"No!" RED yelled, an octave too high. "I said to freaking stop!" He snarled, punching the other in the center of the back and gaining a yelp as well as a harsh squeeze down below. An almost inhuman sound came from RED before BLU realized what he had done and soon had RED repined beneath him. So he supposedly didn't want anything like that, huh? BLU Scout's athletic tape around one of his hands had come partially unraveled and he grabbed the other's hands, binding them behind his back with it, wrapping it off of his hand quickly and making sure that the bonds were tight before flipping RED onto his back and perching on his waist triumphantly.
"Y'know what comes now, right?" He gloated, wiping blood and- totally not tears- sweat from his face and wiped it on his shirt.
"You're going to beat the shit out of me?" RED guessed, still shaking a bit from the vice-like squeeze to the crotch.
"I'll one up you." BLU snerked, patting his cheek before sliding down a bit to rub his own crotch against his captive's. That got a gasp out of him. Until he brought his elbow down on his opponent's already cracked ribs and left him gasping desperately for breath. He unbuckled RED's belt and saw the other's horrified expression as he tried to squirm away, only aiding in his pants and boxers being removed before BLU elbowed his chest again to keep him in one place. "Hold still, cock jockey." His tone was warning and RED did as he was told. For now.
BLU found that his hands were shaking a bit as he undid his own belt and slipped his pants down to his knees before kneeling between RED Scout's legs and suddenly becoming unsure of what to do. Big mistake.
RED's legs whipped up and caught him in the chest with his feet, throwing him back against the wall and squirming to his knees to follow after while the other was still dazed and gasping for breath. He pushed the BLU Scout up against the wall with his body, the boy hadn't even had the time to slump to the ground after hitting the wall, and leaned up close to his ear.
"Y'know what comes now, right?" RED gloated, biting his neck with a soft chuckle as he began grinding him gently against the wall. Each time BLU seemed to be waking up he was head butted by his nemesis and he became dazed again. RED moaned appreciatively at the rubbing of their cocks against one another, lost in it before he found BLU shoving him away and ended up back on his ass with the other's foot on his chest.
"You're starting to be a real fuckin' pain in the ass." BLU stated with a glare down at the RED.
"Too bad you stopped me before that was literal." RED spat up at him before he noticed BLU unwinding the tape from his other hand as well. "What're y-... oh, fuck NO." He protested, flailing his legs before they were caught and tied as well to prevent BLU from getting kicked again. "Shitshitshit..." he mantra'd, straining against the tape and thrashing around.
"Fuck, I'm going to enjoy this." BLU sneered, slamming RED's head into the dusty ground one more time before thrusting into him.
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