Copy pasted from the Way Back machine. ----- Every repost is a repost repost. By MrX. -- So I needed to squirt. Badly. But since there’s no fuckin’ privacy in the entire base, I decided to swipe Engy’s keys to his shop and relieve my stress there when everybody else hit the hay. No one would (or should) notice ‘cause I would have a room all to myself; I did have Engy’s keys after all. And there I was, gettin’ comfy in Engy’s chair (it was a nice chair! I was plannin’ to clean up after myself anyway), cock in one hand, lube in the other, strokin’ away, tryin’ to keep my noise level down (fuckin’ difficult, I haven’t jacked off OR gotten any in at LEAST a week) when all the sudden all the lights came on, and in come Mister Hard Hat himself. You gotta understand, this was at two in the goddamn morning, in a room where the guy that works here SHOULD’VE been asleep at that time. I FIGURED it’d be safe down here. But I didn’t figure he’d have an extra set of keys. And what the SHIT was he doin’ up? Anyway, I bet you can imagine what I looked when he walked in on my happy time. Of the fuckin’ course, the one freakin’ time I decided I needed to fuckin’ polish my prick… And don’t even get me started on what I was thinkin’ ‘bout before he came. “Whatcha doin’ here Scout?†he asked, cool and calm (as usual) while I’m just sittin’ there dumbstruck, dick in my hand. What do you think, dumbass? I thought, but being the fuckin’ fag I was, I barely managed to stutter “I…I…†Didn’t even think to cover myself up, I was too petrified. Red as a fuckin’ cherry too, I bet. But he didn’t leave, or made fun of me, or even laugh. Instead…he walked toward me, weird look on his face, then said somethin’ which I didn’t get right away: “…lemme help y’there boy.†Then—get this—he knelt down between my legs, patted away my hand… And took my dick in his mouth. I gasped, one shock replaced by another. Fuck, I wasn’t expectin’ THAT! I was expectin’ to get fuckin’ teased then shooed out, gettin’ called a fag and all that good stuff… But…fuck me if it didn’t feel damn good. I moaned long and hard, all my attention now focused on my cock gettin’ sucked. And damn he was good, so good that I didn’t even notice that I lost my pants somewhere along the way (DAMN he was good). Suddenly I felt myself bein’ lifted up and turned over. “Bend over boy.†He then pushed me over, grabbed my lube next to me, and started to spread my cheeks open. “H-hey! What are ya…†I tried to protest, but his rough fingers rubbin’ against my hole stopped any train of thought I just had, and I ended up making some sort of gasped moaning sound. I DEFINITELY wasn’t expectin’ this, and I knew what was coming next. And to make it worse, I fuckin’ wanted it. I braced myself on the chair, when all the sudden one well-lubed finger slowly entered me. I moaned in surprise…and pleasure... I was fuckin’ off-the-hook horny at this point, and then before I coulda stopped myself: “F-fuck man, I don’t need no freakin’ warm-up, just do me!†I suddenly cried out. I was a fuckin’ slut. I heard a chuckle, then felt his finger come out of me. My face felt like it was on fire, but by now god DAMN I needed to get off. And suddenly, I felt somethin’ much bigger press against me. Oh shit…he was HUGE. I groaned, loud, just as he started enterin’ me. “I thought you wanted me boy…†he said, almost mockingly. Fuckin’ bastard. And all I could do was whimper as he continued his assault in my ass. Fuck, I’ve never taken anythin’ THIS big. Half the fuckin’ base must’ve been awake by now. “F-FUUCK…†It hurt so much, but I didn’t tell him to stop. And in no time at all he was all the way in; I was breathin’ hard, tryin’ to get used to the sudden expansion in my ass. Good thing he paused for a bit; he’s probably concerned that he might rip me a new one. But just as I got used to it, he started thrustin’ in and out. And there was no fuckin’ way I couldn’t make some of the loudest noises I’ve ever made. I was grippin’ on that chair for dear life with both hands as Engy pounded into me while I yelled curse words and shit; goddamn, the longer he screwed me, the better it felt, and I sure as hell expressed that. It felt Fan-Fuckin’-Tastic. If anyone was still asleep, for sure they’d be awake by now. I continued to moan like a fuckin’ whore when that familiar bubbling feeling started rising up from my cock. Shit, I was ‘bout ready to cum and I didn’t even need to stroke myself! That dick of his was rubbin’ in me in ways I never knew; there was no fuckin’ way I was holdin’ it in. And sure enough, in no time at all, I came, harder than I ever had in my life, my cries echoin’ throughout the workshop. Engy followed shortly (he was much quieter than I was), filling up my hole with hot liquid. I could barely stay standin’ at this point, heavin’ like I just ran a fuckin’ marathon, sweatin’ all over the place… Before I collapsed on my knees, Hard Hat pulled himself out. “Didn’t expect ya t’ be here, boy, but thanks, I needed that…†He cleaned himself off then put me aside as he sat down in his chair, as if we weren’t fuckin’ not two minutes ago. Now that I think ‘bout it, he probably got some fancy inspiration or somethin’ and wanted to do some work that’s probably way over my head. Smug bastard Anyway, I just sat there, letting all my senses slowly come to me; I was blissful, there ain’t no doubt ‘bout that. I just got fucked by Engy, and it was fuckin’ fantastic. Just like when Spy and Sniper found me, and decided they also wanted my ass… That was when I realized…HOW many people fucked me? … Goddammit. Every fuckin’ time. I need to stop getting caught.
…wait, you wanna hear more? Uh, why—? Fine, fine! Sheesh, you don’t have to get all butthurt on me, jeeze. I guess we’re just shootin’ the breeze anyhow. Got nothin’ to do ‘til next mornin’. So let’s see…I guess I can tell you ‘bout that French fruitcake. Y’know, Spy… That fuckin’ pervert was…my first time ever with a guy (…unfortunately). I always knew he was hidin’ somethin’ underneath that mask and that obnoxious snotty attitude of his. Anyway, I’m pretty new here, right? And young (younger than everyone here, but still a MAN, fuck you), and y’know young guys like me have needs, right? It can get pretty bad at times, like I mentioned earlier. …I’m not sayin’ that YOU don’t have needs! For fuck’s sake you want me to continue or not? ANYWAY…when I first came here, I hadda keep my personal activities on hold ‘till I found a good spot to do my business. It took a while but I figured the bathroom would be the best place to do it…but then there’s a problem; we’re fightin’ most of the day, and when we’re not there’s always people there comin’ in and out. And we only have one bathroom. And then…well shit, I can’t just hold it forever. I GOTTA get off somehow. Then one day it came to me…why not do it when everyone’s asleep? (took me long enough to fuckin’ figure that out) Unfortunately it had to be REALLY late at night for me to even CONSIDER it. But god dammit I needed it! Fuck. I decided that I was gonna take the chance. So what ended up happenin’ was me in one of the stalls, at two in the fuckin’ mornin’, jackin’ off. Didn’t wanna make a big mess, and I coulda just flushed my finished product down the toilet. No one would be the wiser. And that first time I finally relieved myself… …oh SHIT it was awesome. It turned out to be a pretty regular thing for me ‘cause like I said, I have fuckin’ NEEDS. I’d just stay up late, doin’ whatever in my room (which doesn’t have a goddamn door or else this wouldn’t be a freakin’ problem), then I’d perform my acrobatics in the bathroom while everyone else was sleepin’. I’d even check out everyone else’s room (Why does everyone else have doors, goddamn bastards) just to be sure. I didn’t do it often, though, ‘cause I didn’t want to screw up my sleep schedule (or possibly get caught), maybe once or twice a week. Which made every time I’d do it…damn, it was so fuckin’ worth it. There are just some stresses that a man like me needs to relieve, ya know? One night (mornin’ I guess if you wanna get all technical) there I was, pumpin’ away, when all the sudden I heard a noise outside the stall. Now, being the cautious guy I am, I stopped what I was doin’ and peeked outside. No one. At that time I figured it was just the base fallin’ apart as usual, fuckin’ antique building piece of shit (almost got hit by a fallin’ beam once). Anyway, I went back to my business, gettin’ into it again, when all the sudden, the stall door started closin’… And Spy decloaks in fronta me. I nearly hit the ceilin’ and almost yelled out (well what would YOU do if suddenly when you think you’re alone and someone appears in fronta you?) if he didn’t immediately cover my mouth with his leather-gloved hand (real leather! How the hell does he afford that?) and fuckin’ slammed my head against the back wall, and I woulda struggled if he didn’t flip out his knife and held it against my fuckin’ throat with his other hand. He was a surprisingly quick sonuvabitch; I woulda never guessed. Anyhow, there I was, no pants or underwear, slightly stunned from the blow, held against the wall with Spy’s fuckin’ hand over my mouth and a fuckin’ knife against my throat. “Bonjour,†he said, fuckin’ grinnin’. What the SHIT? I tried to yell, but ‘course it sounded more like “Mmmp rrh PHMMT?†“If you value your life, petite, I would suggest not making a sound, or I will stop your voice with my knife,†he said in that snooty accent of his, still grinnin’. Then he slowly released his hold over my mouth but kept that fuckin’ knife against my throat. Hard. At this point I was pretty pissed, as you can imagine; my own teammate, fuckin’ holdin’ me at knife point! In the fuckin’ bathroom! I couldn’t believe it. “Zhat is better,†he said. “W-what do you fuckin’ want, you freak?†I whispered. Didn’t wanna make too much noise, I DID value my life after all. And y’know how he replied? He kept fuckin’ grinned. That creepy, perverted, “I’m-gonna-do-unspeakable-things-to-you†grin. I watched him, wide-eyed, as he took his free hand and bit the tip of his glove, slidin’ his hand out; I had no fuckin’ clue what he was gonna do with his ungloved hand, until he reached toward me…and slid that hand under my shirt… I was about to whack his hand away ‘till he pressed harder on his knife, cuttin’ into me. “Now petite, we don’t want you getting hurt, now do we?†he said in a low voice. Fuckin’ BASTARD. “F-fuck!†I moved my arms away ‘cause of-fuckin’-COURSE I valued my life, or at least if I was gonna die young, I didn’t wanna die in a fuckin’ bathroom stall, getting’ felt up by some creepy-ass frog. Anyway, his surprisingly warm and smooth hands continued to trail up my shirt, glidin’ over my skin, causin’ me to shiver; I’ve never been touched like that before. His hand then reached a nipple and started to fuckin’ tease it. I gasped in surprise and—I realized immediately after, to my embarrassment—pleasure. Spy sure as hell knew what he was doin’, that fuckin’ creeper; even with blood drippin’ down my neck I was gettin’ turned on again. Which fuckin’ bothered me, by the way. Then that hand slowly made its way down my stomach (yes, my hairless stomach, fuck you, at least I have a six-pack and a damn nice one at that) and one finger circled my bellybutton. He then suddenly dived in, causing a jolt to travel through my cock. This time I couldn’t help but yelp a little; I never knew pushin’ in there caused such a sensation up my dick! “I see zat you are enjoying this…†he fuckin’ cooed. I looked down and saw that my cock was rock hard. Again. I was red as a beet by now, fuckin’ embarrassed that he was able to turn me on so easily. ‘Course, his hand then trailed down further and took my cock. I thought about resisting, but with the blood drippin’ down my neck from that fuckin’ knife he STILL held against me (it wasn’t a lotta blood, but it still fuckin’ hurt), I didn’t, and I more or less let him fuckin’ manhandle me. …what the shit was I to do, get killed or get off? Yeah, the latter sounded like a better choice to me too. He started strokin’ me. Gently. Dammit, those fruity French hands…they were GOOD. So fuckin’ good that I started moaning. …I guess when you’ve been holdin’ it in for a week, and kinda had a head start, it’s kinda hard not to. Spy started chucklin’ that sounded like he was coughin’: “Hmhmhm…I am glad you are enjoying this…†At least he let up his fuckin’ knife a bit; it was startin’ to REALLY hurt. But he never stopped strokin’. And before I could stop myself, I started thrusting into his hands as I braced myself on the toilet behind me. …God damn, talkin’ ‘bout this REALLY makes me feel like a slut now… …anyway, “Turn around†Spy suddenly said. I hesitated, suddenly aware that he stopped strokin’ me, and gave him a confused look. “Do it.†The knife was hard against my neck once again. “F-fuck! Fine, fine, I’ll do it, you fuckin’…†I turned around slowly, so I wouldn’t get fuckin’ cut, and he gave me a push when I was all the way around when, causin’ me to brace myself against the back wall with my hands. Now that fuckin’ knife was pressed against the back of my neck (yeah, if he didn’t have his knife I probably woulda kicked his ass). I heard him rummage through his pocket for somethin’ and then I felt a small somethin’ bounce off my ass. “Spread your legs, petite,†he commanded. I didn’t immediately do it, still confused as hell, so he kicked my legs apart with his foot. When I felt my hole exposed to the cool air, I was suddenly pretty sure what was gonna happen next. But I hadda ask: “W-whattaya gonna do…†I got my answer when I suddenly felt a cool liquid flow down my crack. I jerked a little from the sensation, almost running my spine into his knife. Well, fuck. Literally. Suddenly I felt a coupla fingers travel down my crack, spreading the lube around. Oh SHIT, it was a different feeling…and sure, I played with my ass a few times before, but having someone ELSE do it is a completely different story. And Goddammit…it felt fuckin’ fantastic… Those fingers continued to work my hole, and I couldn’t help but moan (softly, of course. Didn’t want anyone to hear me dammit) when all the sudden he stuck one in me; I almost yelled out loud, but somehow stopped myself ‘cause I didn’t want anyone else to hear me. “F-fuck…!†I choked out instead. …honestly? Yeah, I’ve fingered myself a coupla times before (needed a helluvalotta lube the first time), so it wasn’t COMPLETELY new to me. But shoot me dead if Spy didn’t make me feel damn good… Anyway, after havin’ his way with my ass for a bit, he pulled it out, started rubbin’ my hole again, then suddenly stuck in TWO fingers. At least he did it slowly…“So tight, petite,†I heard. I gritted my teeth hard just so I wouldn’t cry out in pain as he continued to go deeper and deeper into my ass. “God…DAMMIT…†I cried between my teeth, tryin’ hard to keep my voice down, never havin’ TWO fingers up there before. And of course that fucker just laughed at me. “Relax, petite,†he said. Easier said than done, frog-fag. But I tried my best ‘cause there ain’t gonna be no easy way outta this, so I might as well play along. Eventually he was all in and started twistin’ his fingers around. I cried out in pain again, but bein’ the fuckin’ whore I am, it started feelin’ pretty good after a little while…Fuckin’ figures that once I got used to the feelin’ I would start gettin’ fuckin’ turned on. “Have you ever done it with a man before, petite?†he suddenly asked. I didn’t answer, mostly ‘cause I was too fuckin’ caught up with what’s goin’ on below me. That didn’t stop him, though (figures that he figured it would be my first time, fuckin’ perverted creep) ‘cause after he pulled his fingers out I heard a zipper sound, and all the sudden, somethin’ bigger was pressin’ against my hole. “W-what are…†I tried to crane my head, but that fuckin’ knife was STILL there, so I couldn’t turn all the way around to see what he was tryin’ to poke in me. Not that I needed to see ‘cause I figured it out soon enough. You gotta understand, THIS was my first time gettin’ fucked, and while Spy wasn’t that big (unlike Engy, that fuckin’ horse cock of his, goddamn), it was big enough. Good thing he pushed into me (at least he had the decency to lube up first) slowly at first, but I still fuckin’ groaned. Loud. I’m sure I woke up some people that night as well. “So loud, petite…†I heard him mock. Well, I think I heard him say that, ‘cause I was too busy tryin’ to handle what was getting pushed into my ass, too busy makin’ fuckin’ whore noises. “F-fuck…!†I cried out when he was all the way in (what the fuck would YOU say if it was your first time, smartass?). I then started whimperin’ like a bitch ‘cause it fuckin’ hurt. Then the sick bastard started to immediately fuck me; now was no way I could keep my fuckin’ voice down, but as he continued to fuckin’ pound into me, it actually started feelin’ better and better… And as much as I hate to admit it, despite Spy bein’ a creepy fucktard, I’m sorta glad he showed me what it’s like gettin’ fucked. Anyway, he continued to pound into me and all I could do was brace myself against the wall and take it. Apparently he put away his knife by now ‘cause one of his hands was holdin’ onto me and the other reached around me and started strokin’ me. And that did it for me right there; with one loud cry, I came. Spurts and spurts. Up ‘till that day, it was the most I ever unloaded. Spy came into my ass not much later. I held myself against the wall, my arms now shakin’, as he pulled out of me. “Merci, petite,†Spy breathed out, obviously pleased. Yeah, thanks, you fuckin’ frog, I’m glad that at least you fuckin’ enjoyed fuckin’ rapin’ me. I didn’t say any of that, of course; I was way too out of it to do anythin’ (I didn’t even notice him leave). And even with all that liquid flowin’ out of me—the blood from my neck (most of it dried by then, it wasn’t a deep cut or anythin’), the cum drippin’ out of my dick and ass—while I was still standin’ there… … … …aaaah…for God-fuckin’-SAKE… … …I fuckin’ enjoyed it…
…man, THAT story was long. Fuckin’ teammates…who do they think they are, treatin’ me like a fuckin’— …wait, seriously? You wanna hear about SNIPER now? Why the hell wouldja wanna…? …well, yeah, I guess it’s…therapeutic? Whatever that means…relieves emotional stress? I s’pose that’s a good reason; can’t keep it bottled in forever, just like…yeah. Fine. Lessee…after our “meetin’†in the bathroom, I decided that I’ll never be around Spy alone…Naw, I’m kiddin’, I’m not a fuckin’ kid (fuck you, PUN NOT INTENDED). But if he pulls any more funny stuff on me I’m gonna kick his ass next time. Anyway, now I hadda find a different place to conduct business. Didn’t want Spy catchin’ me off guard no more. ‘Till then, I had to keep it in my pants. Again. Then one day durin’ battle, my mind was on jerkin’ (“per usualâ€? Shut up! It was like two weeks after, god damn!) and for some reason I looked up at Sniper’s nest. That’s when I realized, hey, it’s gotta be pretty safe up there and it’s far from the base but it ain’t TOO far away. Then I thought, huh… That could be my next spot. So that night I decided to take a look; I jogged on over (after makin’ sure Sniper was asleep in his room, of course) and looked up the ladder, and hey, there was a trapdoor at the top I could close and lock so no one would be able to get in. Perfect! And…Sniper was asleep; never had I scrambled up a ladder so fast in my life. I was careful this time, makin’ sure Spy wasn’t hidin’ cloaked in some corner or somethin’, and after I decided it was safe, I closed and locked the door, took off my pants, flipped out my lube, and went at it like a fuckin’ animal. …it was fuckin’ fantastic. So fantastic that my jizz was all over the wooden floor. Good thing I brought plenty of tissues with me; I wiped up my mess and called it a night. The awesome thing ‘bout that was that I didn’t have to stay up ‘till two in the fuckin’ mornin’ just to get off; now it was a coupla times a week after supper, up in Sniper’s nest (yeah, that’s why you didn’t see me every once in a while after supper). And I’d usually make a mess (can’t help it man, I unload big), but I figured if I cleaned up good enough, Sniper wouldn’t notice. …well, he did, apparently. What happened? So one night I gathered my supplies and headed out, after checkin’ out Sniper’s room, just to make sure he was there. Well, the door was closed, so I FIGURED it was safe. Then I headed up the ladder, made sure Spy wasn’t around (walked around, punchin’ the corners, sneaky fuckin’ bastard), and closed the door. Then I took off my pants and underwear and got comfortable on the floor and started rubbin’ myself, as usual. So I figured I was so far from the base, no one coulda heard me even if I let myself moan out loud; I love gettin’ into it. And I remember at that moment how glad I was to find such a spot, all alone, just me and my dick, gettin’ intimate with one another… …as Sniper jumped down from the banister. …Of course I yelled (NOT “screamed like a little girlâ€, what the fuck is wrong with you?). Somethin’ along the lines of “AAH! Oh GOD! Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod…†And before I coulda reacted, he grabbed my throat with one hand and pushed me against the wall, wavin’ that fuckin’ huge knife thing (it’s a fuckin’ sword, I swear) in my face. “So YOU’RE th’ wanker that’s makin’ a fine mess in ‘ere…†Sniper growled at me. And holy crap, that knife was SO fuckin’ close to my face, I could smell the blood offa it. What kind of hunter doesn’t clean his fuckin’ knife? Anyway, it was hard to reply with someone chokin’ you, but I tried, tellin’ him that I DO clean up after myself…And you know what he did? He fuckin’ made some face and held my neck even tighter. “’Course y’do. Every time I aim a bloody shot, suddenly I get a whiff of that cum smell…But I musta been imagin’ it, ain’t that right…?†And suddenly that disgustin’ knife was slidin’ down my face… I was holdin’ his arm with both of my hands so he wouldn’t fuckin’ choke me to death (well, he was surprisingly strong, who woulda guessed?). “O-oh god! I swear, I clean up after myself! Every time!†I swore. And that knife CONTINUED travelin’ down, now over my body… “Did you really?†he growled back. “Didn’t clean it up well enough, that’s f’sure…Did a little inspection and found some…suspicious spots up here. On the floor.†That knife kept goin’ lower and lower. “Cleaned up good, my ass…†Suddenly his knife was at my crotch. “Now how should I properly repay you…†My mind was racing; I was NOT likin’ how this was turnin’ out so I started beggin’ for my fuckin’ twins. “F-F-FUCK! O-Oh god, nononono! Not that, please! Shit…!†I sure tried my hardest to back away from that knife that was almost fuckin’ TOUCHIN’ my dick… And all he did was chuckle as he lowered his knife even more and started fondlin’ my balls with it. “No? Give me a good reason why not…†Sniper is fuckin’ batshit insane. I was whimperin’; what else could I do? I prayed to God, prayed fuckin’ hard that he wouldn’t chop them off, and God musta heard me ‘cause Sniper stopped bouncin’ my balls off of his knife. “Aww, is the little kid cryin’?†For the record, I was NOT cryin’. Not. At. All. Fuck you, whimperin’ is more manly. Suddenly he let go of my neck, knife suddenly pointed at my face. Now he got that look, that creepy, “I’m-gonna-do-unspeakable-things-to-you†look. Just like Spy that night. “Jack off. Now.†Well, fuck. I blinked at that knife in my face, awash with relief that my manhood was still attached; then I realized that the knife was STILL fuckin’ pointed at me. I sure as hell didn’t resist, tuggin’ at my now limp tool, tryin’ to get into it again. Fuckin’ hard with a knife wavin’ at your face and a creepy mothafucker starin’ atcha. And apparently Sniper noticed. “Need a little help there, mate?†he sneered and with one hand started pushin’ up my shirt. “Spy told me you liked bein’ teased, mate…†“H-how did…†But I didn’t even hafta finish; I KNEW there was somethin’ funny goin’ on between the two (…wait, you knew already? What the hell?). Suddenly I felt one of my nipples gettin’ lightly pinched, and I couldn’t help but moan… “Bloody poofter WAS right after all…†He continued to tease my nipples (I didn’t bother tryin’ to move his hand away with fuckin’ sword still in my face) and I didn’t even have to keep strokin’ myself to get hard again. I never knew my nips would be so sensitive. And arousin’. “…nice an’ hard, mate …†Fuckin’ creep, but that HAND, fuck, it was good. Must’ve learned from fuckin’ Spy, both fuckin’ bastard perverted freak things. And there I was, gettin’ into it again. I continued strokin’ myself, now that I’m rock hard thanks to Sniper’s hands. …god DAMN I’m a fuckin’ slut, to think I enjoyed that… Anyway, I was strokin’ it for a little bit when all the sudden Sniper batted my hand away. “Don’t you dare move,†Sniper suddenly growled as he gripped my cock. I noticed that the knife wasn’t wavin’ in my face any more (thank GOD, that thing stank like nothin’), but there was now a different hand around my cock, and soon enough, he started jerkin’ me off. …he was good with his hands, all right. So fuckin’ good…why are all the creepy people good with their hands? I didn’t even notice him take my lube and squirted a bit on his finger before he reached down my hole. “SHIT,†I cried, not expectin’ that at all, almost jumpin’ out of Sniper’s grasp. That is, if he didn’t suddenly grip HARD on my dick. “You sit still, mate…†Remember his strong grip? Yeah, it hurt. I gritted my teeth and stayed still, hopin’ he wouldn’t pop my cock. …but those fuckin’ hands…he knew what he was doin’, fingerin’ me and then strokin’ me at the same time, makin’ me moan like a slut. And I knew what was comin’ next; sure enough, suddenly he pulled me forward onto my back (good thing I was sittin’ on my pants or I woulda gotten splinters in my ass, that jerk). “I hope yer ready fer this mate…†I didn’t even see him whip his cock out before he suddenly plunged into me. Hard. “F-FUCK!†That excuse of a warm-up hardly eased the fuckin’ pain. He was a top-notch bastard, that fucktard. “No one’s gonna hear you out here, mate; scream all you want,†he fuckin’ taunted. Oh, I screamed all right; it felt like my ass was fuckin’ on fire, the way he was rammin’ into it. ...I couldn’t keep on screamin’, though…‘cause it started feelin’ good. Real good. All I could do then was just moan and groan in rhythm with Sniper. And good thing we were far away from the base; it would’ve been fuckin’ embarrassin’ if everyone heard the fuckin’ whore noises I was makin’ that night. …God, what the fuck is wrong with me? It was over quick enough; just as he emptied himself in my ass he started strokin’ me and I came hard all over my stomach. So hard I lost my vision, havin’ never been fucked that hard up ‘till then. When I finally came to, Sniper was standin’ over me, grinnin’ and puttin’ his pants back on. “Here,†he said as he tossed me a handkerchief. “You do yourself a favor and better clean up good, mate,†he said as he climbed down the ladder, leavin’ me behind with cum all over me and the floor… Like that would be enough, that fuckin’ douche. ~ Right. So there’s that. You happy now? I never went back up their again. Didn’t want a chance to be raped by THAT old creep ever again. But yeah, you’re right, I do feel a bit better now that I got that shit out. It really IS therapeutic. Well, I guess it’s off to bed now. Gotta big battle tomorrow, don’t wanna sleep in. …wait, you wanna stay out still? Sure, it’s a nice night, but don’t we have— Hey, hey, what are you doin’ with your hand there, buddy—no, seriously, c’mon, that ain’t funny—dude, I’m serious, get you hands offa me, let me go!… …o-oh god, w-why are you lookin’ at me like that…
Oh my god this was so great. Need more of these awesome reposts!
Fantastic! Simply amazing.
For some reason I can't help imagining him talking with the Pyro
INTERNAL SCREAMING
surprised and glad to see my fics are still around!