The RED Spy watched him every day, form the rafters or on the battlefield. Demoman was always a constant source of amusement for a man who needed it. Today was no exception. Armed with his Cloak and Dagger, Spy had spent the entirety of the round following the drunken fool, watching as he was shot, stabbed and blown up in myriad hilarious ways. But right now, he wasn't killing or dying. Demoman had just finished clearing out a sentry nest and killing the panicking Engineer when he came upon the window that looked out across Twofort Gulch, and for a moment just stood there and watched. Spy saw each facial muscle twitch while the man stared unblinking into the sunny desert and whispered something he couldn't hear. This was what intrigued Spy. The man was an idiot, yes, but perhaps he had... well, that thing. That certian something that drove Spy to watch men fight and die during the day under the safety of his cloak, only occasionally surfacing to do his job. That thing that made him sneak into the hallways late at night just to hear Medic's mournful violin and stare out into the night sky and wonder at the glory and the meaning of it all. The reason why he used to walk the streets of Paris in his youth just to see the drunken bar fights and the way the people hated and loved each other. It was there that he had first learned the secrets of hiding and seeing without being seen, the same things that had landed him this job so close to the agony he craved. It was so lovely, the pain people suffered. But Spy knew that if he tried to talk to anyone about the beauty he saw in everything, especially the twitching of dying men and the screaming of a human in pain, they wouldn't understand. Although they felt the same thing in their hearts, they would fear that truth all the more because of it. But sometimes, in those magic moments when he saw Demoman's world freeze, he was sure that somewhere within the drunken haze he was concious and aware of the same heightened sense of things. Those were usually the moments when Demoman died. Another Spy was crouched there in the shadows, looking so gouache in that repulsive pinstripe suit. The man was chuckling silently at Demo's misfortune and readying his knife. It would be the hundredth time that Spy had seen Demo stabbed, but this time was different. Today it felt personal. Spy hated his BLU counterpart. While Spy liked to draw things out and turn the kill into an art, this man was an animal, worse, a mercenary sellout. All he wanted was the money at the end of the month. And Spy didn't like that. On a whim, Spy drew his pistol. The thing was huge and unwieldy, but Spy had plenty of time to aim. He squeezed the trigger and watched, fascinated, as the blood sprayed form his enemy's chest as the bullet punched through and punctured his sternum. The man's eyes went wild in near death, and he frantically searched the darkness where Spy was hidden, gun in hand. Spy wanted to laugh. He was invisible back here to an amateur like that. That was when the gun went off. Spy was thrown from his feet by the bullet's impact, and for a moment he felt nothing but a vague pressure like a blood pressure cuff. Then the pain hit in its searing glory, and it was all Spy could do not to pass out. He watched through a haze as Demo smashed the BLU's skull in with his bottle and threw Spy over his shoulder, carrying him back to the base. 'Oh God,' thought Spy as he slipped into darkness, 'the dreadful irony.'
I'm rather confused at your second paragraph. Which Spy drew out his gun, who got shot, and who got his head bashed in?
This is very beautifully written. I like the thought of the Spy actually enjoying all the killing and pain on the battlefield. I'd say the RED Spy shot first, according to how things were described after the first gunshot. Then the BLU shot him in return and Demoman killed the BLU with his bottle. That's how I understood it, but it is definitely not impossible for me to be wrong. Anyway, I do hope to read more soon in the future.
Sorry gents, I often have people complain that my writing gets confusing. It seems people knew what I meant anyways. It was late at night when Spy finally woke up. He was alone in the infirmary, but he could smell the rosewater scent of medic everywhere. The man was gayer than springtime, but Demo... well, Spy wasn't so sure anymore. There he was, sitting by the window in one of the infirmary's painfully uncomfortable plastic chairs. Spy watched his Adam's apple bob as the bottle of scrumpy was pouring down his throat. Finally, Demo looked up, his face red and blotchy from the alcohol. “I see yer awake,†he said frankly, and put the bottle down. “Why did you?-†“Not just kill yer sorry arse and send ye back to respawn? Same reason I told medic not to give you any painkillers.†He was right. Spy could feel the throbbing ache from the gunshot wound in his ankle now, and it was only growing more intense. Demoman grinned at his obvious pain. “Now yer graspin' the gravity of the situation. Did yer really think ah didn't know you were there all that time?†Spy said nothing. Sometimes it was best to just let people talk. “It was the smoke, Spy. Yer always smellin like aboot half a pack. Yer think that cloakin' device of yours could cover it?†“Ze BLUs never could tell where I was. I just assumed you couldn't either.†Demoman let out a braying laugh, heavy with the alcohol. “Yer thought wrong. Those morons don't pay any attention. Ah do. I've seen the way you look when ye've got a man down and yer cuttin' him.†The Scotsman leaned his face toward Spy's, and he smelled the alcohol oozing from his mouth like pus from an infected wound. His face was wild and unshaven and the bloodshot eyes were full of something Demo couldn't quite say with words. “It's sick, spook. Yer sick,†he whispered. For a moment, Spy thought Demo was going to kiss him with those rough, chapped lips. Instead, Demo leaned back again and let out a hissing breath. “Yer love pain, Spy. Ah thought I'd give you some.†Demo ripped back the covers of Spy's cot and grabbed the wounded foot. He began to squeeze, gently at first, on the puckered flesh of the bullet hole. Waves of agony flowed through the Frenchman's body, and he couldn't help but let out a stifled moan. Worse, a raging erection was slowly tenting up his boxers. Demo's hand was wrapped completely around the ankle now, squeezing and pinching in a brutal rhythm. With his other hand, the demolitions expert skillfully undid his belt and tugged down his fatigues. Out flopped a thick, dark skinned cock, half hard and rapidly swelling. “Ye'd better suck that, Spy, or I'll have to get creative with ye.†Spy wrapped his slim fingers around the base of Demo's member and began to fondle the heavy balls. His lips encircled the swollen head and Spy gently began to suck. Jet after jet of warm, salty precum filled his mouth as Demo's handling of his wound got rougher and rougher. The pain of was beautiful. It was dangerous. The Scotsman murmured something appreciative and pushed Spy's head slowly against his crotch. Spy swirled his tongue around Demo's meat as more and more of the thick shaft entered his mouth. Finally, the head bumped against the back of his throat, but only half of Demo's cock was inside. Demoman simply kept pushing, harder and harder until it began to slide down his throat. Demo let out a loud moan as the rest of his tool was sheathed in the tight passage. He began to pump his hips back and forth, gently at first, but getting faster until Demo was brutally facefucking him, his dark black ballsack slapping against his chin merrily. “You love it, don't you? You like getting yer throat fucked?†said Demo huskily. Somehow, Spy managed to nod. Demoman laughed and slowly pulled his huge prick out of Spy's throat. He finally tugged his fatigues and underwear completely off and over his feet. Although he hadn't said so, Spy knew exactly what he wanted and tugged his own boxers off, letting his rigid cock stand erect in the moonlight. Demo pushed Spy onto the cot and climbed on top of him, resting Spy's legs on his shoulders and revealing his virgin anus. One had rested on Spy's ruined ankle and resumed its painful work while the other guided his saliva-slick cock against Spy's puckered asshole. “Please,†said the Frenchman softly. He was hungry for this, starving to be punished. Demo began to push into Spy's hole, slowly at first. The first wave of pain hit as the head popped into his anal passage, and Spy moaned appreciatively at the feeling of fullness. The head pushed deeper, stretching his tight rectum along the way to make room. Agony swept through Spy's body as his colon began to clamp down, the muscles rippling up and down the thick shaft. Demo let out a groan at the sensation and pushed more of his dick in. Calloused hand s gripped his hips and Spy let his pale legs wrap around Demo, forcing more of him inside. Finally, he was fully sheathed in Spy's ass.
For a moment the two men lay there and marveled at the beauty of the beauty they were creating. The pain of the barely-lubricated dick and the pleasure the act gave them both melded into one single work of art, the two bodies bound together and twisting into each other desperately. Demoman withdrew slowly until only the pulsing head was left just barely past Spy's spasming hole. Suddenly he slammed brutally forward into Spy's bruised guts, eliciting a long moan of pleasure and pain that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than this lungs or throat, somewhere dark that should remain concealed. His brain was reeling, trying desperately to comprehend the things he was feeling as Demo began to pump hard inside. The heavy balls were slapping against Spy's firm ass at an unbelievable pace, and the pain reached a new height as Demo slipped all the way in and hit the back of his colon again and again. The pain was tragically beautiful, sweet and bitter and stunning in its self-destructive course, burning up like a flaming Icarus. Every thrust brought the thick cock head almost completely out, and each thrust in brought it as far as it could go. Demoman was breathing fast and ragged now, consumed with his passion. He gave a few last thrusts, then buried himself up to the balls inside the Spy. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled Spy's insides as their coupling drew to a close. Demo's cock began to slowly soften and Spy's anus let go of it with a wet pop. He drew it out almost completely, taking with it a glistening coating of their mixed bodily fluids. The air was filled with the heady scent of a mixture of musky cum and sweat and the coppery tang of blood and feces. For a moment the two lay there next to each other, the Scotsman's thick head still inside Spy, somewhat relieving the aching emptiness he felt in his loosened passage. Looking down, Spy realized that the bedclothes were completely soaked with sticky cum, both his and Demoman's. “I wonder what the medic will say when 'e finds zis.†Demoman laughed beside him. “Don't you worry aboot that. I'll tell him ye wanted the painkillers after all.â€
The last post sounded like the end... Do I dare to hope for more or is this wonderful piece of art reached its end?
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Wow, thanks for all the lovin', guys. I actually didn't expect anyone to enjoy this very much. Romance and erotica is actually super off-genre for me, since I'm pretty much exclusively a mystery or horror writer (stay tuned for some non-erotic prose on /fanfic/ sometime this week). I always get a kick out of people enjoying what I create. I think Spy can hold on for one or two more chapters, especially with Medic watching him so closely...
Yay! Thank you so much! Medic around a man who loves pain? HMMM, now I wonder how this will turn out...
I am very much appreciating this take on a rare pairing I adore, kudos to you. I'd like to see your mystery or horror, as much as I love for this smutty stuff to be continued.
Spy awoke to find himself lying on clean sheets in the morning sunshine. Medic must have come in and changed them while he slept. Demoman was nowhere to be seen, but that was to be expected. He groaned and dragged himself out of bed. He was sore all over, but deeply satisfied as he managed to find his way to the kitchen and pour himself a cup of coffee. He walked into the dining room to find Medic sitting there, writing paperwork casually next to a full plate of food. The doctor finished one more form, then looked up. "You ah late for breakfast, Herr Spy." He knew damn well why that was. "Yes, I couldn't sleep last night." Medic raised his eyebrows. "Oh? You didn't even wake up when Heavy and I picked you up to change the sheets." Oh, come on. "I think we both know why zat was, docteur." Medic smiled. "Perhaps we do. I suggest that you meet me in the infirmary tonight for a checkup. You ah long overdue," he said with a knowing smile. Checkup. Right.
Ummmm... Is the story continuing or is this random little Anon posting things on their own?
Forgetting to type your name is awkward Spy spent the next day watching his teammates from the shadows. He always found that people settled into predictable habits when they could, and when they did, they almost never stopped. Heavy and Medic were shut up in their room with the door locked. Soldier was obsessively exercising alone in his dorm. Scout was watching the mini-tv he had brought from home, occasionally offering his commentary to the screen ("Hit the ball to mid, ya fuckin' fairy!") Demoman had drunk himself into a stupor, and Sniper was furtively masturbating and listening to the radio in his roost. When the announcement came that there would be a battle the next day, it was almost a relief. Perhaps the others saw things the way he did, after all. Blood and gore was how they defined their lives. Without the war, what would there be to do with existence? Spy found, to his surprise, that he didn't know himself. When Spy knocked on the infirmary door, he could faintly hear a Vivaldi record playing. Medic always did love his ambiance. "Come in." The Medic was sitting there at his desk once again, but he wasn't doing paperwork. He had a vial of blueish liquid in one hand, and a long and sharp syringe in the other. "Take of ze clothes, bitte. I promise, zis will not hurt at all." As Spy disrobed, he looked around the cluttered room for some clue of what Medic had in store. On a small metal tray near the operating table, he could see a steel speculum and scalpels of all shapes and sizes. He shuddered to imagine what the Medic was planning to do to him with them. Medic drew a small amount of the fluid into the needle. "On ze table, bitte." Spy stretched out onto the operating table, which was low on the ground like an altar. The chilly metal instantly rendered his body almost numb. He watched the medic tap the needle and squirt a little of the blue liquid out of the tip. He shuddered as the tip bit into the soft flesh of his right buttock. The cold liquid seeped into the meat and spread through the rest of his body, bringing with it a curious sensation. It was like a limb falling asleep, but it was all over, not just on an arm or leg. "No matter what you people may call me, I vas nevah went to Medical School." The Medic walked slowly around towards Spy's face. He found that he couldn't move his head to look. "In fact, I was a scientist. I graduated vis a doctorate in Neuroscience. And ze first thing I did was develop ze drug I injected you with. It is a type of paralytic which affects only certain nerve endings- zose responsible for voluntary muscle movement." He picked up Spy's hand and held it limp in his hands. Spy could still feel the heat and sweat of Medic's excitement, but all but the tiniest movement of fingers was beyond him. "You may be wondering why I did zis, Spy. Ze reason is simple. My primary interest has alvays been in pain, and an animal, especially a human, will do vatever it takes to get away from pain. I developed ze medigun as a way to ensure that my... subjects did not die, you see. But I realized I could put it to great use here on ze battlefield. It helped me to understand the strangest animal of all: man.†The Medic smiled strangely at Spy as if he was a plate of something delicious but unhealthy. “An animal, you see, is a system primarily concerned with turning energy into entropy." Medic chuckled. "Zat is, turning food into shit. Und humans are no exception. Every aspect of our behavior can be explained by the twin urges for self-preservation and self-propagation." Spy couldn't move his tongue enough to make words, but if he could he would have nothing to say. What Medic was saying was true. The mad doctor knelt in front of Spy's helpless face and spoke directly into it. "It is difficult to study how an animal hurts, because it always retreats from pain and moves towards pleasure. Everything they do is one of those two things." Medic paused as if searching for words. The expectant erection Spy had was painful under the pressure of his limp body. Medic could see. Medic understood. "But you... You do not do this. You seek out pain. You hunger for it. And zat interests me. No, it intrigues me. And when I am intrigued, I must learn. Zat is the way of the world." The mad doctor nodded to himself. Medic reached for something on the cart. "And zat is why you ah here, Herr Spy. You ah here to relieve me of my curiosity. You are... an experiment." With that, the Medic skillfully plunged something thin and sharp into Spy's arm. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. It was like his arm had been submerged in ice water and punctured with red-hot needles. The muscle twitched and contracted involuntarily as Medic rotated it slowly in the soft meat. "Heavy, you can come in now." More needles slipped into his other arm, his back, his bare legs. A puddle of precum had formed on the table and was swiftly growing from his painful erection. So much pain, in so many ways. But Medic couldn't fool him. This was no experiment, it was a work of art. "Heavy, an electrode, bitte." There was a pause in the pain as Medic released the needles in his arms. "20 Volts." Heavy let out a grunt that was somehow an affirmative. Agony spiked to a new height.Spy couldn't scream, but he let out a weak moan at the sensation. It was like someone was twisting his arm out of its socket, snapping the bone in two. "I am thinking zat he vants more, Heavy. 40 Volts, and take off your clothes." "Da, doktor." He heard Heavy's zipper, and Medic filled the moment by pushing another needle, still coated in stinging rubbing alcohol, into Spy's bare back. Then the world exploded into brilliant burning sparks as the pain ripped through him. It was burning, sizzling pain, so much that Spy could hardly believe he could survive it. "Please," he managed to choke out. "Please? Please vat? Release you? You ah an animal, Spy. Zis is your punishment." A tube of surgical lubricant popped open behind him, and he heard the wet sound of Heavy coating his penis with it. Medic was moving both hands from needle to needle, twisting them, rotating and adjusting them for maximum stimulation. He could make the pain like a vice, groaning and constant, or sharp like a scalpel's blade. He could make you burn or chill you to the bone. In that moment, Medic was a God in his pure white lab coat. The slick head of Heavy's cock poked against his puckered anus, stopping just short of entry. Then, Heavy slammed his hips brutally forward and filled Spy with his hot flesh. A tiny moan left Heavy, but nothing could escape Medic's notice. "Heavy! Do not offah ze subject any comfort!" "Sorry, Doktor." Heavy slowly withdrew, then slammed in again, eliciting an appreciative noise from Spy. "Zat is enough speaking from you. We vill have to do something about your impudence." Medic parted the lab coat and swiftly pulled down his pants and briefs. He slid his cock slowly into Spy's limp mouth, still tweaking the needles and sending hot agony through Spy's body. Medic pushed the rest of his meat in until it was halfway in, lying against Spy's limp tongue. Medic thrust in, gently at first, so that his head slid easily down Spy's throat. Finally, Medic was all the way inside, his heavy balls slapping against Spy's chin. He pumped for an agonizingly long time, depriving him of oxygen. Spy's vision began to grow dark and discolored. Finally, Medic pulled out and allowed him a shallow breath before jamming his hard member in again, the swollen head stretching his throat like a deflowered virgin. The two men were thrusting in time, brutalizing him from one end of his insides to the other. Spy heard wet sounds from above him as the two kissed obscenely, reveling together in Spy's destruction. He heard their mouths part, and could almost imagine the looks of absolute passion and pleasure on their faces. "50 Volts," Medic said, gasping for air. They were getting close. The shock hit him like a freight train just as Heavy and Medic groaned together and their cocks began to shoot warm, salty semen inside him. It was so perfect. They were like an orchestra reaching their tragic crescendo. Multicolored lights flashed before his eyes as the shock made his muscles tremble and shake. "80 Volts." The pain was unbelievable, indescribable, yet Spy couldn't scream, couldn't even make the slightest sound, even as he felt the hot cum jet from his own penis to cool against the metal of the table. Medic pulled his softening prick from Spy's throat, still turning the needles through the aftershocks of Spy's orgasm. But the sensations were bearable now. They were almost pleasantly tingly in his muscles, relaxed in post-coital sedation. He felt another hypodermic prick him, in his neck this time. Again a liquid squirted in. But now, the liquid warmed him. His muscles began to twitch as the now strange sensation of being in control of his body returned. Medic plucked the needles out casually as Heavy withdrew his half-hard member. Finally, there were only two left, the ones connected to the electrodes. Medic was smiling at him now, almost paternally. He was still smiling when he turned to Heavy and said, "100 Volts." This time Spy did scream, long and loud into the night.
Holy shit this was perfect. I don't even know what else to say, "perfect" describes this the best.
All of my yes
“Take your lumps like a man, private!†shouted the RED Soldier as his rocket smashed into a scout's leg, the white-hot shrapnel cleanly amputating it. A shame, really. The BLU Scout's smooth, muscular legs were his best feature. Spy watched the BLU sniper swear softly into the scope. He could clearly see the American as he jogged past the wounded scout, who was clutching desperately at his wound to somehow slow the bleeding from his mangled body. Soldier casually plucked his mining pick from its holster and dug it into Scout's skull, silencing the boy's pleas. Amazing how callous one became when death was just an inconvenience and killing was just an afterthought. The BLU Sniper whispered something to himself about wind and trigonometry, lining up the cross hairs with Soldier's head. The rifle let out a crack, and the Soldier's brains sprayed neatly out of his skull. The American's burly form fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. “There you go.†the marksman mumbled, eyes already searching for his next target. Spy calmly took a final drag on his cigarette. He had been sitting here for most of the battle, watching the enemy sniper at work. Technically, it was his job to kill him as soon as possible, but it amused Spy to sit here and watch him. It was fascinating to hear what the man said when he thought nobody could hear. Truth be told, he was one of Spy's favorites. The man was a killer, yes, but cold and efficient, not brutal and stupid. Shocking how similar the BLUs were to his teammates. Perhaps it was the companies' attempt to seem poetic? But that rugged face like it was carved out of the rock of Australia herself- well, best not to think too hard about someone you had to kill on a regular basis. He tapped the marksman casually on the shoulder and mustered his best impression. “Excuse me, mate, but isn't that me sniping spot you're using?†mocked Spy. The Sniper turned around just in time for Spy to line his revolver up with his forehead. “See you in a little while then, mate.†He expected the Australian's face to register fear or perhaps mild annoyance, but instead he was grinning like a schoolyard bully. “I donna think so,†said a menacing voice from behind him. A glass bottle crashed into the back of his skull, and Spy's mind exploded in agony, shards of glass stuck in the flesh of his scalp. “Nice one there, mate. 'Ow'd you figure he was there?†asked the Sniper. “Oh, 'es a predictable little bugger. Medic told me he'd be stalking Sniper today. I'm sure Dr. Evil will find a good use for 'im.â€. A dull ringing filled his ears and he was only barely aware as the BLUs picked him up like a ragdoll and carried him into their base. Oblivion was tugging at his mind, and he gave in gratefully to its cold comfort. “So. What're we gonna do with the sneaky little bugger?†asked the enemy Demoman. The Medic let out a cold laugh. “First, we make sure he is avake.†Rough fingers pried open Spy's eyelids. In the murky light of the room, he could just barely make out the enemy Medic's face in front of his. He let out a moan as a pen light was shined into his eyes. “Hmm. Pupils ah dilating nicely,†said the Medic almost tenderly. His gloved hand gently touched the Spy's face. “You ah avake, Herr Spy?†The Spy let out a groan. Was this a dream? He must be asleep back in the RED base. “Ye-yes,†he stammered out. The Medic stood up smoothly. “Good, zen. Ve can get started.†With that, the Medic kicked him hard in the crotch. Spy let out a scream of agony and grasped desperately at his aching balls, rolling around on the cold concrete floor. “Hmm. Heavy, would you care to secure our prisoner?†The enemy Heavy let out a simian grunt of assent and clapped a set of plastic handcuffs around Spy's wrists, leaving him with his face pressed against the floor. That was when the smell of the place hit him. It was cloyingly sweet like flowers in a funeral home, tainted with the smell of rot and death. “Oh, merde.†He could just barely raise his head up to look around, and immediately wished he hadn't. The walls were coated from floor to ceiling with rotting human skins, some with meat and hair still clinging, glistening with still-moist blood. Piles of half-eaten organs and ropy intestines lay casually strewn across the room like decorations. “You ah admiring ze décor? A good indication of vat is coming.†It was becoming very clear to Scout that the entire BLU team had gone very dangerously insane. “I vas fascinated very early on vis ze respawn. A human body can undergo such torment, and be fully healed. Such... mutilation.†The Medic began to pace the floor in front of Spy. “Naturally my teammates did not share my interests at first. But ze engineer, he understood vat was possible. He helped me to rig up ze system to respawn animals, humans who belonged to neither team, anything. And ve could do vatever we vanted to zem, for as long as ve wanted. When ve presented ze opportunity for infinite carnage to ze team one night, zey couldn't help but indulge.†The Medic stopped and seemed to think for a moment about how to phrase his next words. “You see, Spy, when you take a man from his coddling society and give him real freedom, zis is vat comes out. Zis is ze true nature of us.†As if to punctuate this, the Medic reached down and sliced a long cut down Spy's forearm, eliciting a little cry of pain and frustration. A knock on the door interrupted Medic's monologue. "Come in," called the Medic. The door opened,and Spy watched the enemy Engineer's cowboy boots squelch along the blood-soaked floor. “Ah sure am glad you're here to teach us, Medic,†said the Texan, “Ah never woulda known what the system could do. And then you made this!†He motioned at the skins coating the room and whistled. “Work 'ah art, Medic. A real work 'a art.†The Medic giggled. “Oh, stop it, Engineer. You know zat you vould have done ze same. Would you care to do ze honahs?†“Sure would.†Spy heard the Engineer slide his utility knife from its sheath. “We've got big plans for you, pardner.†The man turned Spy over so that his vulnerable stomach was facing the ceiling. “Big plans,†he repeated, and stabbed the knife into Spy's belly. Spy let out a scream of agony, spraying a torrent blood and bile from his mouth. “Don't be such a whiner, ya dirty spook. Think I cried when you killed mah babies over and over on the battlefield?†The knife slowly slid out, and Spy realized to his horror that the Engineer was pulling down his pants. “Don't worry too much 'bout dying, neither. We made sure to key your signature into respawn. No matter what we do, you'll come back nice and fresh.†Spy felt the hard, hot flesh lie against his stomach, just over the wound. “Hell, maybe after we kill you a couple hundred times, we'll let you die for real.†With that, the thick head of the Texan's cock pushed into Spy's intestines. Spy could actually feel his organs pushed out of the way to make room for the Engineer's throbbing member. The man let out a long moan. “Oh Lord, that's tighter 'n a 12 year old.†More and more of the Engineer's hard cock disappeared into Spy's body, past his intestines and into the liver. But Engineer didn't stop, even though Spy could barely think through the incredible agony of his organs being pulped and squished. The head pushed up and through Spy's diaphragm, breaking the thin sheet of muscle and allowing Engineer's babymaker to pierce through and rest between Spy's lungs. For a moment, the Texan just waited and breathed, something Spy's ruined insides could no longer do. Then the cock was withdrawn in one smooth movement, relieving him of enough of the pain for coherent thought to return. “Please, please no more,†Spy managed to choke out. Anything, anything but more of this horror! “Sorry, pardner. It done feel just too good.†The Engineer smoothly slid his tool back inside, letting the warm, squishy feeling wash over him. He pumped and pumped, shooting waves of precum into Spy's abdominal cavity to collect near his heart. Finally, mercifully, the Engineer tensed up in orgasm, his dick swelling and shooting a massive load of hot cum within him. It seemed to go on for an eternity to what remained of Spy's mind, spurt after spurt of salty liquid settling inside. The Engineer slipped his cock out, shaking with the intensity of it all. “Better hand me the hose, medic. There's a lotta the Spook on here.†Spy looked up at the Engineer's still hard cock. It was coated in a viscous mixture of blood, semen and pinkish pulped organs. “I am going next?†asked Heavy, grinning at Spy. It was the kind of grin that said he was going to do whatever it took to top Engineer's achievements. “Of course, Heavy.†The Medic trained his Medigun on Spy, letting the healing vapors wash over him. Usually, the beam felt warm and tingly, relieving pain and knitting flesh back together. But now, it was cold and brought no relief from the agony within his guts. “Zis is a special model, Herr Spy,†explained the mad doctor, “It vill prevent you from dying before ve ah done vis you, but it vill not heal your wounds whatsoever.†Heavy tugged down his trousers with a pleased grunt, letting his thick cock stand at attention. Spy didn't want to imagine what it would feel like inside him. He pushed himself with his feet across the floor, leaving a trail of gore behind. He had to get to away somehow. The Russian strode slowly over to Spy, as if prolonging his fear, stroking his massive cock with one hand. “Come now, leetle spy. Ve both know are deserving this.†“Not as much as you, mate.†Three bursts of SMG fire rang out, taking down all three BLUs cleanly and efficiently. The RED Sniper stepped forward into the room, flanked by the rest of the team. “We've got 30 seconds 'fore they respawn. We'd better get moving,†he said. Heavy ran forward and picked up the Spy in his burly arms like a baby. “You are not dying here, Spy. Ve will not let you.†said Spy's teammate. Tears leaked from the corners of Spy's eyes. “Let's go, you fuckin' freaks! We ain't got time to get all touchy-feely!†yelled the Scout, clearly buzzed from one of his sodas. Spy was almost glad to hear Scout's irritating commentary as he passed out. He was going home.
"It was becoming very clear to Scout that the entire BLU team had gone very dangerously insane." ^I believe it should be the Spy and not the Scout? I was a little disappointed the BLUs weren't allowed to continue. It was a very heartwarming ending when the REDs came to pick their spook back home but I wouldn't have minded them completing their torture session either. Also, I was very excited thinking there would be some Sniper/Spy torture but maybe it's just not the BLU Aussie's cup of tea. He brought the Spy to the Medic with their Demo but apparently left right after it. Since the Sniper was Spy's favorite reading a violent sex scene starring them both would have been a real pleasure. I must say I was surprised when the Spy told them to stop. As he is a fan of pain and death I'd imagined he'd be willing to play their little captive for fun. Kudos to you for throwing the BLU Engineer in. I love Engie's dark side under his calm surface. Another great update, I'm looking forward to read some more soon!