1 . Name: A bag of Dicks @ 2011-10-27 13:57

apologies to Zayroen for swiping the request bag of dicks from your thread.

This is dedicated to the requester, and the Chan. You ruined my once innocent mind,Chan, you ruined it.

reasons number 32 of why i should not write when i am sleep deprived


The medic grinned as he stroked the quaking muscles of the enemy Heavy’s thigh, like he would have his own. The BLU Heavy was strapped down, naked, bent over one of Medic’s personal toys, made specifically to hold Heavy’s weight, though his Heavy ahd never been strapped down. The BLU was lighter than his, but he would have to do; his was currently visiting his sick mother in Russia.

He let his hand wander upwards, drifting over the hip, and up the larger man’s side. He screamed, or said what was probably some insulting words, but could hardly be heard behind the gag he had placed on his head.

It hadn’t been his objective to capture the enemy, at least, he not this time. It had been a spur of the moment. He had killed the enemy Medic, a cunning move on his part, dropping from a vent in the ceiling, using his body weight to drive his bone-saw through his counterpart’s neck and chest cavity. The Heavy had turned his head when he heard the choked cry of his Doctor, his mini-gun followed quickly after. He had barely enough time to dart behind a corner before the enemy had revved up his weapon. He didn’t fire though and instead had revved her down so he could follow more quickly.

The Medic ran down the hall, making several turns. It had taken him a few seconds to realise that the hall he had run to ended in a dead end. But it was also where he and his Heavy usually spent their alone time when stationed here. It was simple to lure him into the room, by the end of the hall. He was also grateful that he had kept a small supply of sedatives there as well.

It only took 3 shots from his needle-gun to bring the large man down. Thankfully it had been in the room and he had landed on the bench he was currently strapped to.

Medic ran his fingers over the now small scar on his back, where he had cut the respawn tracking chip, making the machine think him dead, and making his clone. “Oh. you shouldn’t struggle so, you are only going to tire yourself, and there are things still to do.” The Medic cooed, running his hand over the bound man’s head, who did his best to jerk away, nostrils flared, eyes narrowed in rage.

The Medic grinned as he moved away. The room was mostly bare. A few shelves here, several tables there, an old fold out couch they had managed to find and a large bag in the corner. Medic could not help the excited shake of his hands as he reached for it.

His own Heavy had seen it sitting in the closet of his office, and had questioned him about this old bag. But he had refused to show him it’s contents. His lover was understanding of most things, but knowing what was in the bags may just be too much for him to take.

He gingerly picked up the bag, grunting in slight effort as he dragged it closer to his captive. Placing it on the table next to him, he smiled gently.

“Let us do an experiment, hmm?” Medic said as he reached inside the bag and withdrew what appeared to be a realistic looking slender dildo. It was limp in the Doctor’s hand, flopping as he laid it down on the table. “I have been conducting several experiments for a while now. And it as finally come to fruition.” three more joined their brethren on the table, both bigger and thicker than the first. “I have developed a serum that actually stops the decomposition of dead cells, with minimal smell.” The medic continued, as the Heavy’s face slowly downed in horror. “It has been a complete success. But there was one thing I wanted to know. “ the medic continued, lining another preserved dick from the bag with the rest. The Heavy was sickened to recognise it as his own lover’s, the Soldier’s had always bent to the right slightly. “Are any of the parts are still functional?” The medic smiled as he laid the final one down, by far, one of the largest. “Your Demoman was a fine specimen.” He complimented as he placed the now empty bag on the ground.

He moved over to the small case he had brought in earlier, when the large man had still been unconscious. He withdrew what appeared to be a small metal ball with one opening, next he took a cylindrical vile and uncapped it, placing it inside. A small hiss issued as he settled the canister of liquid.

He moved back to the bound Heavy’s side. “I made this myself. It is like a, ah, very strong syringe or pump. It will mimic the blood that would normally rush there during, ahh, arousal,” the Medic explained as he pondered over his collection before choosing the slimmest, the Scout’s. He hit a small button on the side, and watched as the dick, Scout’s, stiffened. Yes, this will do nicely.

“You see, when I take a specimen, it must be erect...”, the Medic said conversationally, slipping a tube of lubricant from his breast pocket. He opened it one-handed and slathered it over the now erect penis. “My serum, it works best with larger amounts of blood you see. I could use some chemicals I keep for mein own lover, but where would the fun in that be hmm?” He said as he leaned onto the Heavy’s back, dick in one hand as he poured some of the lubricant over the Heavy’s crack, watching it drip. “You will make a fine specimen I think.” He purred as his finger followed the lubricant. Why make this more painful for his patient when he requires pleasure?

The Heavy struggled harder, making the sturdy bench groan and the restraints creak. A frown creased Medic’s face as he was dislodged slightly. He gave the Heavy a strong slap on the ass. “Hold still.” This, though had the opposite affect as the Heavy seemed to re-double his efforts.

Medic, by now, had lost his patience. With one hand, he spread the other mans cheeks and pressed the body part of his teammate inside, ignoring the grunt of pain. When it was fully seated, he let it go and took a step back to commit the image to memory.

His Heavy never liked giving up control to him. Medic wondered if he even trusted him sometimes. The Heavy had a strained look on his face as he screamed into the gag. Medic felt slightly sorry, slightly.

One of his gloved hand's stroked the Heavy’s ass as he drew closer again, moving behind and standing between the man’s spread legs. His cock was pressed against the seat below him, soft. Medic frowned as he wrapped a hand around it. Now, that just won’t do.. He thought. Maybe I’ll need some drugs after all.

His still slick hand made jerking the Heavy much smoother. At the first contact, the Heavy had frozen, ceasing his tugging on the restraints. This only caused the Medic to grin as he sank to his knees and began to lick the dick he gently stroked in his hand.

Oh how he could not wait. The Heavy must be extremely sensitive, the Medic thought as it swelled in his hand. He felt the Heavy shiver and try to move forwards, away from the unwanted touch.

Medic was disappointed though. The Heavy, for all his size, was small, more girth than length. He was longer than the Scout and the Engineer, but no one else. It would still make a fine addition...

A sigh of contentment escaped the Medic’s lips as he caressed the now preserved member in his hand. The corpse of the Heavy was still strapped to the bench, but Medic would worry about how to dispose of the body later. He fondly stroked the newest member of his collection before slipping it back into the sack, along with the others. He sat it on the shelf as he busied himself with cleaning his mess, cutting up the body and mopping up the floor, considering his experiment a success. When it was clean, or as clean as it was going to get tonight, he went and grabbed his bag of dicks, whistling a merry tune as he headed back towards his infirmary, hoping no one had missed him.