It fell off the board and that makes me sad.
Damn you're right...I thought I had it saved as a word .doc...but I guess not. Hope someone posts it...now I want it too.
bumping this in hopes that someone knows where this fic is.
Doodoodoooo, anon saves the day. This fic was my fetish. http://www.mediafire.com/?b55tck5pc47ilbn And here's the text for those who have yet to read it. One at a Time Bleedin' hell, I could use a lass. Demoman had been stationed--isolated-- with his eight compatriots for well over seven months. The Scot was never accustomed to particularly longstanding or frequent romantic pursuits, but being stranded in the middle of the desert with naught but one's own hand left quite a bit to be desired. Demoman found himself masturbating. A lot. He masturbated in his bunk before falling asleep at night. He masturbated the following morning before prying himself out of bed. He masturbated in his bunk in the middle of the day after skirmishes. He masturbated in the shower when he was alone. Personal pleasure had seemingly become the Scotsman's most prominent way to pass the time. Demoman never did place much stock into his own self esteem, but it was hard to look at himself off of the battlefield and be proud of his state. Worst of all however, was that he was getting bored. Each orgasm always seemed weaker than the one before it, and yet the Scot couldn't shake the habit. He thought about simply ending the addiction immediately, and putting forth his attention towards something more productive instead; everyone else on base did. However, this was Demoman, and he decided to do what Demoman does best: avoid kicking the habit at whatever cost, and try a different outlet. So, here he was, knocking on the Doc's door. Demoman's hands nervously roamed all around the pouches and pockets of his vest and pants while he waited for an answer. The team Medic had definitely grown on his allies, who was shrewd and grouchy at best upon arrival (and still was, at times), so Demo felt he could trust the doctor with this problem. "Ah, Herr Demoman," Medic greeted as he opened the infirmary door. He was aggressively wiping a damp cloth across his bare hands. "I'm quite busy at zhe moment, so if you could make zhis quick..." "Not a problem lad, I just want to uh..." Demo said, trailing off as he welcomed himself inside the tidy office. "Ask yer help with a bit 'o somethin'." Medic's face perked up as he stepped aside for the Scot. "And how can I be of assistance?" "Well..." Demoman hesitated. Medic reached behind him and closed the door in encouragement. "See, me a, 'drive's' been a bit restless lately," he hinted. Medic merely stared at him with one pair of knuckles studiously propping his chin up. "So I was wonderin' if you might have somethin' to uh, take the edge off. You know? Somethin' a wee bit more thrilling than just me left hand." "Hmm," Medic pondered as he strolled towards his paper covered desk. "This ain't, uncalled fer is it? I mean, if this isn't yer-" "Don't be ridiculous, Herr Demo," Medic interrupted. "My job is to ensure zhe best possible performance out of my team. If your libido is distracting you, zhen I shall do my best to see zhat ve remedy zhe problem." "Oh, really?" Demo asked, tilting his neck back in surprise. "Of course," Medic insisted. "Sexual desires demand treating just like anyozzher aspect of zhe human body. It is nozzhing to be ashamed of." "I uh, suppose you migh' be right." Demo rubbed the back of his neck. Guess this request really ain't so silly. "I'll have something prepared for you by tomorrow afternoon. Stop by zhen, okay?" "Of course Doc, thank ye!" Demo left the infirmary in greatly lifted spirits. This would be just like treating anything else! Nothing to be worried about! --- One day and several dull, self-induced orgasms later, the black Scot stood outside Medic's office once again. A few knuckled knocks later and the German doctor was already ushering Demoman inside enthusiastically. "Ya got somethin' ready, Doc?" Demo asked. "Of course! I am a man of my vord after all." "So uh, what now?" Medic eyed Demoman from top to bottom. "First, I'm going to have to ask zhat you remove all of your clothing," the doctor requested. The Scotsman merely stared back like a grazing cow. "...huh?" Demoman asked flatly. "Your clothes, Herr Demo. Zhey must be removed. You may keep your eyepatch and cap of course but-" "Woah woah woah, slow down laddie," Demoman argued. "I thought you would just be giving me some medicine 'er pills or somethin'." Medic chuckled lightly. "Herr Demo, zhere is no mere prescription for zhis. Only action. However, if you wish to return to your tired exercises of feeble self-stimulation, you are more zhan welcome." Medic turned his back on the Scot and started towards his desk. Demoman considered the alternative for a moment. "Alright! Okay, ya got me." Medic turned on a dime back at Demo. "Vunderbar! Strip off zhe clothes and sit zhere, if you vouldn't mind," the German instructed, pointing at a nearby metal gurney. Demoman kicked off his boots and pulled each article of clothing from his body, leaving only his eyepatch and stocking cap on. It was suddenly very cold in the infirmary, and the cool metallic surface against his bare ass wasn't encouraging. Medic returned to him almost as soon as he had sat down with a small tray populated by a single vial of light, copper-colored fluid and a sleek syringe. Medic sat the tray down next to the naked Scot and retrieved the syringe. "Is this a bleedin' joke!? What the bloody' 'ell is that for!?" Demo sat up from the gurney. "It's only a mild sedative, Herr Demo, please relax." Demoman pointed an aggressive finger into the chest of Medic's coat. "Don't tell me to relax when yer wavin' needles in me face!" Medic snatched Demo's wrist and held to the side. "Demo, you are free to leave at any time," Medic said sternly. "But if you vant to go zhrough vhiz zhis, you are going to have to trust me." Demoman wrenched his arm free and stared at the doctor. "Do you trust me?" Medic asked. Demoman turned the question over in his mind. "Okay fine, ya big nurse-man. Do whatever ya gotta do." "Excellent! A team must trust each ozher! Trust is zhe most important factor between people for any situation!" Medic quickly slid the needle into the Scotsman's dark skin of his arm and emptied the syringe of the fluid. Demo gazed off to the side, not actually looking at anything in particular. "Now, if you'll go ahead and lie down on your back, please." Demoman's ass had just begun finding comfort in the sitting posture; exposing the entire backside of his body to the cold metal wasn't an attractive ploy. Demo slowly eased each limb into position on the gurney until he was lying flat. He began shivering in discomfort. "Doc, what was the tranquilizer fer?" Demoman asked, staring at the ceiling. "Hardly a tranquilizer, Herr Demo," Medic corrected. Demoman could hear him opening and closing drawers and cabinets. "It's merely meant to help you relax and nozzhing else. Obviously you would hardly be in an any state for sexual stimulation, understand? You ah far too nervous." I s'pose he has a point... Demoman lay there for a few moments, hearing the doctor rummage through his drawers and cabinets. The Scot could feel each of his limbs beginning to feel heavier and heavier. The metallic surface beneath him seemed to become warmer at an increasingly quickened rate. Even Demoman's eyelids began drooping. He heard footsteps near his position, and a brush of warm fingers against his inner thigh. "Hmm, no reaction? Zhe sedative must have taken effect. Good, good..." the doctor muttered. It felt strange for Demo to feel so... relaxed, considering his situation. He could feel Medic's bare hand trailing across the flesh around his groin. Light, precise touches, slowly becoming more and more firm against the dark skin. The Scotsman felt the ends of well-trimmed fingers prod at the skin beneath his pubic hair. Demoman inhaled deeply, and closed his eyes. "Does zhis feel good?" "It... yeah," Demo answered, though he wasn't sure. It was just... strange. Being touched like this by Medic--by another man-- wasn't offensive like he'd feared. Maybe this nut knew what he was doing. "Good..." Medic said quietly. The doctor began dragging one thumb alongside the length of Demoman's cock. He repeated the motion, until he could feel the muscles beneath the flesh begin to tighten. "Mmmm," Demoman moaned. The feeling of his member hardening, of being stimulated by the hands of someone other than himself, was certainly satisfying. He felt elated, simply lying still while his body received pleasurable attention. "Very good Herr Demo," Medic commented softly. "See, zhis is not so bad, is it?" Demo felt as if he could barely muster the muscle strength to open his mouth and reply. "Hnnngg..." he moaned. Medic chuckled. "I'll take zhat as a yes." Medic continued to lightly stroke Demoman's hardening penis. Using his free hand, the doctor lightly pinched each side of the Scot's ankles, and carefully spread them apart. Demoman himself could barely acknowledge that his legs had been moved at all. "Now..." Medic said, removing his hand from Demoman's member (and groaning in disagreement while slowly shaking his head). He felt the vibrations of something light being placed on the gurney. Oh, it was a bottle, Demo concluded. He could hear the cap being unscrewed... "Zhis vill feel a little cold..." Demoman gasped. The latex fingers of the Medic's other hand were covered in some kind of paste or... lubricant. They slowly coated the skin around the Scot's asshole, and began lightly prodding the entrance. "Doc, w-what're you-" "Sshhh..." Medic cooed, using his dry, bare hand to resume stroking Demoman's cock. "Just relax, and trust me..." The Scotsman felt that he had to protest, to kick the disgusting doctor off of him, throw his clothes on and never come back. But, damn it, his entire body felt so heavy, he could barely lift his head... "Doc, don't..." Demoman pleaded. "I told you to relax, now please..." Medic said. His voice seemed to become softer and softer with every word. The doctor carefully slid his gloved, lubricated index finger into Demoman's ass. Demoman grunted lightly in response. "Does it hurt?" he asked. The Scot tried his best to analyze the sensations, given his overwhelmingly drowsy state. The Doc was still servicing his cock, and had a finger up his ass. It felt... weird. "N-no... not really..." he answered. "Good... I assure you, zhis vill be more zhan vorth it..." Medic said, slowly sliding his finger in and out of Demo's ass. "Be sure to tell me if anyzhing starts to hurt, understood?" "Nnngg," Demo grunted. He felt another precise prodding at the entrance to his ass, and a second finger slowly accompanied the first one. It was strange to Demo, how tight his ass fit around Medic's fingers, yet how smoothly they traveled inside and out of him... Medic continued a steady and reliable rhythm. The muscles inside Demoman slowly, but surely, loosened a bit with each two-fingered re-entry. The Scotsman's cock maintained its erect state as the doctor teased it with careful, methodical strokes. Demoman's hole then opened wider as another of Medic's fingers joined the other two in the series of thrusts in and out of Demo's ass. The Scot couldn't quite believe that this was happening to him. He was lying sedated on a hospital gurney with a possibly psychotic German surgeon fingering his asshole. With three fingers. And it... didn't hurt. The administered drug made it difficult for Demoman to judge how long he'd been there, but he could definitely feel the distinct looseness in his ass. As the Medic's three fingers massaged the in and out, the fleshy grip around them became increasingly less firm. "Hmm, ready for zhe fourth?" the doctor teased. Medic then effortlessly slid his smallest finger inside, and slowly pushed inward. The Demoman's stretched ass engulfed all four fingers nearly up to the third set of knuckles. "S-sweet mother of..." Demo gasped. His breathing picked up in slow, heavy intervals. The sounds of his own inhaling and exhaling were the loudest activities in the room. "Any pain?" "N-no, just..." Demoman found it too taxing to form complete sentences with his mouth. His senses were dulled, his muscles weakened, his member teased and his ass slowly being stretched to an extent that he would have previously thought be utterly excruciating, if not impossible. Medic continued the persistent thrusts of his hand. "Doc, is t-this gonna... be p-perma... perma..." "Sshhh..." Medic interrupted. "I promise, no damage." "Gooood," Demoman breathed. "And now..." Medic started. He folded his thumb into his palm, and reinserted the ends of his fingers into Demo's ass. The first set of knuckles passed through, then the second set, and then approached the thumb and the final threshold of knuckles. Medic paused. "Zhere may be some discomfort," he warned. Slowly, slower than any action preceding it, Medic watched as bits of firmly formed, lubricated red latex disappeared inside the Demoman. Stretching wider, penetrated deeper than before, Demoman's sphincter finally rested tightly around the largest width of Medic's hand, before utterly claiming it "Oohhh..." Demoman moaned. "It... it is a tight fit... ain't it?" he commented in between deep breaths. He wanted to follow up with a nervous laugh, but couldn't muster the energy to. The declining form from the fingers towards the doctor's wrist slid inside him easily. "Mmm, it is..." Medic agreed. "Did you ever believe zhis vould happen? Or zhat it vould be so painless? Anyzhing is possible, if you take it one step at a time. After all, I have my entire hand inside of you right now." The words drifted off of Medic's with such astute, soft passion. "I believe zhe term for zhis technique is 'fisting,' is it not?" Demoman didn't react. "Zhink about zhat Herr Demo. You ah being fisted by anozzher man." Bloodeh hell... I am bein' fisted by another man! Demoman couldn't relate the sensations to anything he'd ever felt. Feeling Medic massage his insides like that. Feeling each gloved finger prod and rub the fleshy confines. He would even rotate his entire hand (now inserted well past the wrist) and lightly thumb the Scot's prostate. A lengthy, throaty moan escaped from Demo's drowsy mouth. "Ahh, enjoying zhis, are ve?" Medic asked slyly. He began stroking Demo's cock with greater vigor, and spreading his fingers apart inside the Scotsman's ass. "Ohhh, mmmyyyy..." Demoman's body felt so pinned down with intoxication, the few words he struggled to synthesize were virtually intelligible. Even his eyelids felt as if they were tied down by boat anchors. At this point, Demo was gracious that his erection was receiving the attention it needed by someone, since he was incapable of seeing to it himself. "You are taking zhis so well, Herr Demo..." Medic praised. His exposed hand picked up more speed and friction, thoroughly grasping Demo's member with his fingers. "I'm so, so pleased..." Medic closed his eyes and began pumping his hand in and out of Demo's seasoned ass, in tandem with the vigorous strokes of his cock. Sensations inside Demo welled up like an active volcano, ready to violently erupt. He could feel the anticipation, more physical and real than anything he'd ever felt, overcoming his entire body as if being submerged in boiling water from the inside and rushing uncontrollably towards his crotch. In an outburst of strength Demoman didn't believe he was capable of, his hips shot up (and pulling his serviced ass from Medic's forearm), the muscles in his legs tensed severely, and his entire body trembled and shuddered. Thick streams of semen ejected from his cock across his stomach in quick, rhythmical motions. Medic continued to apply pressure to Demoman's member, even as the orgasm faded and each succeeding escape of cum lessened, until Demo was flat and still on the surface of the table again, breathing heavily. The doctor leaned back to stand up straight, and let out an exhausted sigh. He first peeled off his lubricant-bathed latex glove and rested it in the nearby sink, and retrieved a damp dish towel to wipe up the liberal amounts of remaining lubricant on the gurney and around Demoman's ass. Even to Medic, it was fascinating to see that he could finger the hole so effortlessly; his four fingers could still be easily buried up to the knuckles. Medic finished by cleaning the semen from Demo's naked body and washing his hands. Staring over his work of art, it was obvious that the Scotsman was in no shape to leave. The doctor pulled off his large coat and draped it over Demoman as a blanket. Medic kicked off his boots, and crawled on top of the metallic gurney, slowly, from the Scot's legs to his head. He was close now, so close. Closer than the two had ever been before. Their faces were mere inches from one another. Medic traced two fingers across Demo's cheek, admiring the features of his face: his dark skin, his large and attractive lips, the thick hair that stretched from his scalp and above his open, breathing mouth. He leaned in closer, the doctor's lips practically touching the Scot's ear. "You are so beautiful..." Medic whispered. He planted a slow, deliberate kiss onto Demoman's lips. The Scot could only respond with a brief noise from his throat. Medic didn't know if it was in pleasure or disapproval, but he didn't care. He held onto those dark lips, and parted only when he was satisfied. The doctor climbed underneath the makeshift blanket, curling up next to the sleeping Scotsman and resting an arm across his muscled, hairy chest. "You..." Medic said quietly, and then briefly kissed Demoman on his shoulder. "You ah so beautiful..."
Firstly...jesus it's a Demoman I am all of the happy! Poor Scotsman doesn't get enough attention I say! Secondly! It's a Medic, without a Heavy! And damn would you lookit that! No gore AND everyone's still in character! Hot damn hello story!
though I'm a medic heavy person, I approve and desire more- but apparently it fell off the board? Sad day. There aren't nearly enough fics of Demoman not being an asshole, a drunk, or a drunk asshole.
I have to agree with Zay and some what of Dr. Scuffles. Love the story, everyone is in top character and I'm glad for Demoman getting some attention instead of being drunk all together.... I love it!
"Ahh, enjoying zhis, are ve?" Medic asked slyly. Anonymous couldn't tear his eyes from the screen, but he nodded dumbly, breathing a very shallow "Yeeees" in response. His cat gave him a disparaging look.