Below Me | By : Loni Category: +S through Z > Team Fortress 2 Views: 1814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It had started as most fights do. There was peace, but the Soldier just had to rile the Scout up, insulting him in some way or another and the boy, of course, lost his patience with the elder man. The two were currently at each other’s throats, hands fisted in shirts and teeth bared. The rest of the team had, by now, disappeared. It was just another day to them and the rivalry of the two men was easily overlooked for more important things.
“Ya wanna go, huh? Ya wanna go?” the Scout would spit out as his free fist was shaking in mid-air. The Soldier released the Scout’s shirt in a shove and moved to readjust his wrinkled clothing, “I wouldn’t lower myself to your standards, boy.” “Lower ta my standards? What tha hell’s that supposed ta mean?” “It means what it means,” the Soldier spat back as he petted down his shirt, “You’re below me and I won’t stoop to your level.” This really made the Scout angry. His face was visibly red and his teeth nearly shattered beneath the gritting. Again, he closed the space between them and got in the elder man’s face again. “I ain’t! I’m just as good as you are, ya psychotic nutcase!” “Psychotic nutcase?” the Soldier chuckled, “Is that really all you have, private?” The younger male stiffened, his face redder than a beet. He stepped back and prepared to punch the offending man, but the Soldier was quicker and shoved him with enough force to send them both into the wall. The elder man grabbed the Scout’s wrist and held it above his head. “Now-now. You’re always so hasty for violence when issues can be solved in a variety of other ways.” “Fuck you!” “Testy little man,” the Soldier spoke with a hint of humor to his voice, “You’re trying my patience. But, I think I know what must be done to cool your jets down some and put you back in your place.” The Scout’s face was still a deep shade of red. He struggled against the taller man, but it seemed he was stronger than he looked. It infuriated the boy and he began to struggle against the hand at his wrist. “Let me go, ya damn bastard or I’ll—“ His eyes went wide as his words were cut off so suddenly by a pair of warm lips over his own. His crotch felt the unwelcome feeling of a harsh knee rubbing against it as it separated his legs. The Scout tried to move again, but he was flush between the wall and the suddenly creepy Soldier. All he could do was moan his protests into the elder man’s mouth, and even that went unnoticed as he slithered his tongue into the Scout’s mouth, tasting what was offered. In all the shock, the boy had not thought of biting down on the offending tongue but merely stood there, dumbfounded. Only when the Soldier drew back did the sense return to him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” the boy spat angrily, using his free hand to wipe at his mouth, “Let me the fuck go now!” “I don’t think so. You’re below me and I plan to see you in that manner, son.” “Tha hell’s that supposed ta mean? Let me go!” “It means exactly what you think,” the Soldier purred in the Scout’s ear, his tongue daring to trail down the side of the younger male’s face. Suddenly, he yanked the boy’s arm and sent him crashing to the ground, the larger man’s own body weight atop the smaller. For a normally-fast person, the Scout was surely moving too slow to register what was going on, even as he was forced to prostrate himself on the floor with the Soldier looming over him, his forehead pressed painfully into the concrete. The arm the elder man held was now twisted behind him and between both bodies. The elder man’s free hand was now wrapping about the boy’s body, pulling the tail of the Scout’s shirt from his pants and roughly fondling at his manhood. If there were any protests to be made, they were not heard. Rather than cry out, the younger male found himself open-mouthed and panting beneath his breath. For something so wrong, it felt so right, and he could not help but to be actively persuaded to remain where he lie and let the Soldier further molest him. “Oh, you like being below me, hmmm?” he cooed as he continued to rub at the arousal through the Scout’s pants. “S-Shut up.” The Soldier ceased in his actions and rose up, giving a soft laugh. This aggravated the younger male. “I didn’t tell ya to stop!” This evoked laughter in the elder man. He rose up further, releasing the pained arm and removed a cigar from his shirt pocket, deftly lighting the thing and taking a long drag. “If that is what you desire, then who am I to deny you?” He gave a harsh slap on the boy’s behind, emitting a grunt from the Scout. “Today, old man!” To show his urgency, the youth yanked his shirt from his body and threw it into a haphazard pile, then began fumbling with his belt, all the while grumbling his protests of being denied satisfaction. This only made the Soldier laugh once more, and he persuaded a yelp out of the Scout as he snuffed out the cigar on the boy’s lower back. After all, this was to prove a point, not give total pleasure, but there would be enough of that in good time. He pushed the younger male back down and yanked his pants down to his knees, hands instinctively reaching to grasp a now fully-erect member, enticing a hiss from the one he molested. An expert hand slowly pumped at the erection, his calloused thumb sliding over the head which now leaked with pre-cum. The Soldier reveled at the delicious sounds of frustration the smaller male made as the pace was too slow for his liking, but he was not in the position to argue the point. Rather, he relaxed into the touch and began rocking against the elder man’s ministrations, trying to match with a rhythm that was suitable to his liking. The Soldier was a broken record as he began chuckling under his breath again, and his hand squeezed at the boy’s manhood and began pumping faster, enough to draw out a moan from the smaller man. It was delicious in its own right, but the elder male expected more for himself. And, he would take what was rightfully his in the form of pressing his hips against the boy’s buttocks, giving a moan of his own as the soft cloth of his pants rubbed against his own growing member. His own pants were quickly dropped around his knees and he continued to rub himself against the other’s backside. The Scout wanted to give a squeak of protest, but the hand at his arousal was acting as a nice persuasion to allow the other man to do as he wished. He tensed up as he felt a protruding finger ender his backside, but the hand pumping at him kept the boy from jumping up altogether. So the Soldier wanted to play a little dirty; as long as he didn’t stop, the boy would not complain. At least, until a second finger entered him and began scissoring with the other in order to prepare the youth. He protested in a tiny murmur, but the larger man was quick to grip the arousal and pump furiously, turning protests into pants and moans. “This is a good look for you, being below me and all,” the Soldier taunted as he continued to work at the youth. The Scout’s response was a sharp cry as the elder male entered him roughly. It hurt like seven hells, but the Soldier continued to work at the boy’s arousal, keeping him still and concentrating on the pleasure outside of the pain. He filled the younger male to the hilt and rested momentarily, his hand never ceasing in its action. Only when he felt the boy ready did the elder man begin his slow-moving thrusts. Slowly, he moved in and out of the Scout, feeling every inch of his body from the inside, and the Soldier growled in pleasure. He was thusly pleased whereas the youth was panting beneath his own breath. He had the boy right where he wanted him, and it was as delicious as he had expected. The Soldier picked up his pace quickly, never minding the pain it would cause the other male, but even the Scout did not seem to mind that he was being pounded roughly. It was almost as if the Soldier found a particular spot within the youth and it caused him to cry out in ecstasy, and it was a delicious sound for the larger man to bear witness to. It only made him pound at the boy’s backside harshly and with no known rhythm to the hand that was at the Scout’s member. Faster and faster, he worked at the other man until he felt muscles tighten around his arousal. The boy was close—so dangerously close. The Soldier worked him over one last time and finally, the Scout howled with his climax as he felt sweet release wash over him and leave a sticky mess upon the concrete floor. His body shuddered and he whimpered as every last ounce of everything was drained from within his body. It was too glorious a sight to behold, and caused the elder man to draw close as well. He pummeled the smaller body a few more times before roaring and signaling the approach of his own orgasm. His body exploded and he rode out every last drop into the other man until he collapsed atop the Scout in a heap of sweaty skin and ecstasy. Only when the Soldier caught his breath did he finally rise off the other male. “See?” the elder man panted, “I told you that you were below me. Do you deny it?” There was a bout of silence. Finally, the Scout shook his weary head. “No.” “That’s more like it,” the Soldier smiled as he laid a kiss atop the back of the boy’s head, “Maybe we don’t need instigation next time, right, private?” “No, sir. None at all.” “Good, now hit the showers, son. At ease.”While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. 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