hello! this is a combination of the following prompts: 21 Someone getting fucked by a cloaked spy during the humiliation round? Basically, someone from Blu is trying not to get their skull bashed in by a bunch of Red scouts during humiliation. They're hiding behind some boxes or something and the Red Spy shows up and molests/fucks them while they can't make noise/fight back. I imagine it being the sniper though it could really be any of the mercs. 26 Especially if Spy takes advantage of the situation to explore Sniper's body and relish any scar he gave him like a trophy. If Sniper decides that he'd rather die and respawn than let Spy touch him, Spy could say something like "what if my teammates decide to join in instead of killing you?" to make him stay quiet. EXCEPT Spy/Sniper is overdone times a million, so i did Spy/Pyro. hope that doesn't piss anyone off. UNTIL NEXT TIME, FRIENDS ~ tw/spoiler: rape, sexual assault "Choices" In his two years with BLU, Pyro had never seen so many Scouts. The RED team had been without any Scouts at all for months, and now there were suddenly three. It was likely a hiring misfire, but that was no comfort to the BLU Pyro as he ducked. The three REDs bounced, one to the left, one to the right, one in front, and the BLU Pyro stumbled as he air-blasted them back. Their light forms were easily rebuffed, their pistol shots knocked askew. The Pyro dropped to the flight below through a hole in the wooden floor, a splintered and burned chasm that looked like a Soldier's doing. His suit caught on a log of wood, slowed his fall, but didn't tear the thick asbestos and impermeable rubber. He snuffled, checked up the hole before he bolted for the back exit out of the little building. He needed to get back on the cart! "YOU FAILED!" The voice of the Administrator boomed from hidden, impossibly loud, speakers. Pyro skidded to a stop, ducked behind a rock outcrop just as the RED Scouts came out of the building. His flamethrower fizzed and sparked in his hands, as it always did at the end of a losing round, and he tossed the useless weapon aside before pulling a hidden zipper around his neck. Pyro tore off his gasmask so that he could listen closely. The hot air felt good against his sweaty skin, a momentary relief amidst the Pyro's growing panic. "Come out come out wherever you are!" The REDs cackled, "We just wanna bash yer head in, mumbles!" Scouts were known for their cruelty and the Pyro could only imagine what three of them could come up with. A flashback in his mind - two RED Scouts knocking out all of the BLU Medic's teeth before finally killing the screaming German. Pyro's stomach lurched as he recalled his own gruesome interactions with the sociopathic young REDs. His shins ached with the memory of being smashed by wooden bats. God, never again. Pyro flattened himself against the stone and sand, closed his eyes. The Scouts sounded farther and farther away, and it seemed that perhaps he had escaped unscathed. He rose to his feet, still listening, and then he was scooped up into an impossibly tight embrace. "I wouldn't move, if I were you," a smooth voice whispered in Pyro's left ear. He shuddered, felt the ice cold shock of steel against his vulnerable throat. The cloaked RED Spy. "Just kill me then, coward!" the Pyro whispered. He didn't struggle, the balisong sharp enough and held tight enough to his throat that any movement would tear his jugular open. Bleeding out was one of the worst ways to die, choking on your own blood as your body froze from the inside out. Pyro shuddered. The man behind him pushed forward, ground their bodies together, and his unavoidable erection had Pyro realizing exactly what was on the RED's mind. "No-" "Shh, you don't want to attract the rest of my team, do you? Perhaps they decide to join in, hm?" The Spy's lips grazed his ear and Pyro shivered. "You'll enjoy it, I promise..." A hand that was much too sure slid over the rubber suit and cupped Pyro's crotch. "Don't be afraid, ma bonne flambée." Pyro mumbled but did not resist. "At least turn off the cloak." "You are in no position to make demands." One slim hand somehow unstrapped Pyro's suit, pulled the buckles and zippers free until the Pyro stood only in his BLU tshirt and boxers. Pyro trembled, his dick incredibly hard. He blushed when the RED Spy laughed and groped him again, mouthed at his neck with possessive kisses as the boxers were worked down his ample thighs. "Beautiful," the Frenchman whispered as he slowly jerked the little cock, milky hands stark against the Pyro's deep bronze skin. Pyro's flesh was warm and dark, splashed liberally with candy pink scars and the occasional white knot and slash, "Mon Dieu... absolutely gorgeous. I left this one, didn't I? Yes..." He let go of the Pyro's cock to stroke a scar above the BLU's left ass cheek. "I remember it. On Viaduct, wasn't it? You don't see very well in the snow, do you?" Pyro snorted in annoyance, felt the blade bite his neck as Spy held him tighter. "Now, now, just relax. There you are, good boy. And this one… this was mine as well." The Spy kissed a puckered scar on his shoulder. “And this one, too.†A hand rubbed a thick slash just underneath his sternum, then dipped to grab Pyro’s dick again. “You scar so easily, precious boy.†Spy squeezed Pyro to full hardness and then Pyro was being bent over a stack of dusty tires. The BLU squeaked, mortified, as his briefs were yanked down to his knees. His ass was groped, hard, and two wet fingers brushed over his hole. "Hey, did any of you find that Pyro? There's no way he got away!" A Scout's voice bounced closer and Pyro froze. "Good boy..." Spy whispered and Pyro bit his lip when those fingers slid into him. The Spy reached around him, grabbed his cock and squeezed. The Pyro swallowed a whimper as the Spy stroked his insides, slowly. "So hard for me, love. I know you want it." He was nearly inaudible, gasped in Pyro's ear as the Scout's voices came closer. Pyro squeezed his eyes shut, clung to the thick rubber of the tractor tires underneath him, didn't even dare breathe when those two fingers became three. One harsh gasp escaped him as the fingers were removed and the RED Spy shifted behind him. The RED positioned himself; the BLU flinched as a cold, slippery head braced against him. Pyro idly wondered where Spy had gotten the lube, but then Spy was sinking deep into him and that was forgotten. Spy was jerking him off again, the man’s free arm wrapped tightly around Pyro's chest as he filled the BLU to the brim. Pyro bit his tongue to stay silent, forced himself to relax. It hurt, but only a little - the Spy had prepared his prey well - and Pyro breathed out a tiny sigh. The Spy behind him groaned, pleased with Pyro's compliance, and began to grind deeper into Pyro's tight ass. The BLU couldn't hear the Scouts anymore and he didn't really care, every thought focused on not making a single noise. The Spy's cold nose rubbed against the back of his neck, nuzzled the Pyro's shaven and scarred head. Rough kisses followed shortly after and Pyro stifled his whimpers the best he could, every nerve on fire. It felt good. The possessive hands grasping him so tightly, the eager marks sucked on his neck, the slim cock tucked neatly inside of him. Spy was slow, gentle. Pyro was so, so full. His little dick bobbed against his belly with Spy's every thrust and Pyro wriggled in the firm grip, useless. "Are you going to come for me?" Spy hissed in his ear. Pyro realized he was whispering Spy's title, over and over, as if mere chanting would save them. "Sweet boy." Pyro pushed back, urged the Spy on with his movements and pleading. The BLU shook hard in those loving arms, cried pathetically as he came much too abruptly. The RED Spy chuckled cruelly, but did not pause his tempo. "Mon bon garçon." Pyro sagged against the tires, inhaled dust and accidentally smeared grease over his face as the Spy began to lose rhythm. The RED's thin fingers dug hard into his skin and the Frenchman came with a wretched gasp. Pyro could feel the warm fluid inside of him, groaned as he was finally released, winced as the Spy's semen trickled out of his sore hole. "Please." He whispered to the silence. The Spy was still invisible and, to be honest, Pyro had no idea if the RED was still around or not. "Please, no more." "You seemed to enjoy it." the emptiness whispered back. The Spy laughed, shimmered into existence with a scarlet flicker. He held Pyro's boxers in one hand, used it to wipe his cock before he tossed the garment to the floor. He disappeared again, with no indication of where he might have gone, and Pyro waited. Pyro clung to the tires still, waiting, listening. There was no sound besides that of the gentle breeze and a bird in the distance. He counted to five hundred before he finally relaxed even a slight. Numbly, the BLU dressed himself and stood, bare face to the wind. He hadn't even realized that he was crying. The BLU swallowed thickly and headed back to base.