1 . Name: Sheepy @ 2012-10-09 15:21

This is my first time posting on this thread. Please don't rip into me too hard.
But I love constructive criticism. (Btw this one is pointless smut)

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Scout shifted uncomfortably at the table. Occasionally, his teammates eyes would dart over to him, though they didn't linger long. Sweat was beginning to bead at his brow and slide down his neck and his breath was slightly heavier than usual, a slight blush on his cheeks. "Are you feeing alright Herr Scout?"
"Y-yeah, don't worry about me Doc. Just a little stomach ache."
"Vell perhaps you should see me after dinner."
"Nah, its fine. I think I'm just gonna lie do-AH!" He shuddered and gripped the table, his eyes closed tightly. "Bathroom!" He jumped up from the table and staggered from the room. Medic stood up quickly to help the young boy from the room.
He stopped when Sniper placed a hand on his shoulder. "You can stay and finish, I'll go help the little wombat. Don't want him tossing his cookies in the hallway." He stood up and walked out of the mess hall, and the moment he exited, he was greeted by the sight of Scout slumped against the wall, panting harder. This time, however, the reason for his discomfort was obvious. He was palming a large tent in his pants, trying in vain to scratch an itch that he simply couldn't.
"Did ya have ta fuckin’ turn it up right then ya Aussie bastard?" He gasped out, moving away from the wall. Sniper chuckled and grabbed the younger boy's upper arm, leading him towards the exit of the building. "Course I did, ya just looked so bloody precious sittin' there and takin' it like a good boy."
"Y-yeah and you owe me 50 bucks."
"Actually..." the bushman paused as they reached his van. He took his time opening the back door and shoving the Bostonian in. "Deal was you make it through dinner. Ya didn't quite do that now did ya?" Scout grumbled and flopped to the mattress, struggling to relieve himself of pants. Taped to the underside of his very prominent erection were two bullet vibrators going full speed, and at the base, a cock ring kept his much needed orgasm at bay. "Will ya turn this damn thing off now?!"
"Hm... I don't think so just yet mate." Sniper pulled the control from his pocket and set it on the milk crate that was acting as a table.
"Well then fuck you I'll just take em - oof!"
Sniper tackled the younger boy to the mattress, keeping his wrists pinned above his head with one large hand. "I don't think so. You lost the deal so now I get my full nights worth." Scout groaned loudly and tilted his head back as his teammate pressed a knee between his legs, increasing the pressure on his aching cock. "A-Ah fuck no! If I gotta go through all this pain, I'm gonna be the one plowin’ you! Now lemme go and roll over!" Scout slammed his head forward, successfully head-butting his partner in the nose. The Australian let out a pained grunt and clutched his nose, a trickle of blood dripping out from under his fingers. The younger took the chance and wrapped his legs around Sniper's middle, using the power of his most useful asset to flip him onto his back. "Now you're gonna fuckin’ sit here and take it!" He reached down and started removing the vibrators. Sniper decided to lie there and take it and see how long Scout would be able to take this.
Scout reached out and ripped the Sniper's shirt open, buttons flying off the fabric and bouncing on the floor. "Hey hey! I like that shirt!"
"Ah calm down ya fruitcake." The younger boy slid his hands down Sniper's body, undoing his fly and jerking his pants and underwear to his knees, freeing the gunman's proud erection, larger than his own. It was there he froze, unsure of how to go any farther. They'd been doing this for a while now, but Scout had never once been on the top. Sniper took this opportunity to flip Scout back over, slamming him into the mattress once more. "Alright, now let’s really do this." He reached over to the milk crate and grabbed a bottle of lube, pouring it onto his member. He didn't bother to prepare Scout. He knew deep down the boy enjoyed some pain here and there. In fact, the most hardcore sex they had had started with a spanking session and ended 3 hours and 4 orgasms later with bruised ribs, a broken nose, a busted lip, and a plethora of bruises.
Sniper plunged in, biting his lip until he tasted blood. The wet, tight heat of the young man, barely of age, was like heaven around his aching dick. Scout cried out from under him, thrashing and writhing. He reached up and clawed down Sniper's back, leaving deep red welts on his skin. With a shuddering breath, Sniper pulled out again until only the head remained in, before shoving back in with full strength. His thrusts became harsh and quick as the young boy continued to move beneath him, moaning and lashing out. Finally, he hit that damn spot that made the spastic little gremlin shut his damn mouth. Scout stared blankly at the ceiling, his hands clawing at the sheets as his back was caught in the height of its arc, his mouth hanging open as his screams caught and died in his throat. Thrust after thrust caught the same spot. Sniper was becoming lost in the tightness of his partner's body and it wasn't until he heard a soft sob that he was brought back to reality. Scout was desperately trying to remove the ring, his cock now slightly purple with need and leaking precum. It really was a gorgeous sight, but Sniper started to feel pity for the boy. With one deft movement he batted the younger's hand away and leaned close to him, pressing their lips together. Scout fisted his hands into Sniper's hair like a life line, he returned the kiss with almost double fervor. The kiss had a bruising force behind it, their teeth clicked together violently—Scout biting his tongue violently.
As the younger gave another choked sob, the older man slowly, oh so slowly removed the ring. The release of pressure was enough for Scout, with a final scream that tore at his throat, he thrust his hips up, coming harder than he had in his life, lights popping before his eyes. The force of his orgasm caused him to clench down tightly around the Sniper. It was too much, He gave a few more rough thrusts, gripping Scout's hips with bruising force as he came inside him, his name dying on his lips and fading into an incoherent moan. He fell onto of the boy, completely spent. They both lied there panting for a few moments, trying to regain their wits.
The tender moment ended when Scout punched Sniper in the jaw with a sickening crack. "Ya fuckin’ ass! That hurt god dammit!"
Sniper rolled off the mattress and onto the floor of the van, clutching his jaw. "What the hell ya little ankle biter?!"
"Next time how about ya give me a chance to get used to that thing before ya start rippin' me apart!"
"Oh I'll give ya something to bitch about!"

Engineer watched as Sniper's van rocked and screams of pain echoed from inside. "Sounds like Scout's stomach is better..."