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There he was, hiding behind a crate in an abandoned building, the sweat pooling from his forehead and his breath in rasps. He could not make a sound; lest he try, he would certainly be found by his enemies. At the moment, he was cursing himself for losing his weapon in a brawl against a BLU Scout and having to resort to hiding.
His comrades would come soon to help him, right?
Footsteps entered the building. The RED Scout’s breath hitched. He suppressed the urge to run blindly and attack whoever was now in the room with him. Hands flew up to a mouth to hide the sound of heated breath as the footsteps drew near. The young man caved in on himself to appear smaller.
Maybe he would not be found. Maybe the enemy would find the room to be empty and continue on their way. Maybe—
“What do we have here?” a booming voice broke the deafening silence, “Leetle Scout is far from team.”
Another voice chimed in, “Ja, und he looks so defenseless.”
“What should we do with leetle man? He is without gun.”
The Scout’s heart pounded to the point of echoing in his head. He dared to turn to look at his enemies, a Heavy and a Medic, both grinning like wild dogs ready for the kill. He wished to cry out, to engage in a tussle—anything!—to save his own life, yet his body was frozen on the spot. And, his voice would not be found.
Oh, what a mistake being silent and helpless would be.
The doctor gave a chuckle and reached for his syringe gun and aimed it at the Scout’s head. “Ve could always take him back for…an examination…”
That was the last thing the youth heard before blacking out.
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When the Scout finally came to, he found himself in a poorly-lit room of sorts. He squinted, trying to see before him, but he knew it would not be anywhere safe from the looks of things. He also found himself to be strapped to a medical table. There was also a tingling feeling in his right arm. A quick glance showed it to be a needle injected into his arm, connected to an IV hung on a bar to his side.
His face went white and the boy knew crying out would be a futile thing.
The door behind him opened and a stream of bright light pooled in momentarily before it slammed shut again. Footsteps approached, and the Scout knew he was no longer alone, and his breath hitched in dread.
“Hello, mein kleiner patient. Are we feeling comfortable?” the Medic teased with a deadly grin upon his face. That much, the youth could see, and deep down, he wish he had not bothered to turn to look. The doctor seemed to ignore the Scout’s plight as he neared the table, idly picking up a scalpel to inspect it. “Good. The real fun can begin.”
He neared the boy, scalpel in his gloved fingers. The Scout could not see the elder man’s eyes for the glare of the above light, but he knew enough that he was in danger. He tensed up and made a pointless attempt to move away, but the straps held him down tightly.
“Oh, don’t be so scared, herr Scout,” the Medic laughed with a hint of poison, “Ve are only going to have a little fun with you. But first…”
The doctor gingerly placed his instrument back down and instead, he grabbed a syringe and stood over the Scout. The Medic then pressed it into the boy’s IV and stood back, waiting for the effects to take place.
It did not take long before the youth began to feel his body tingling with a fiery burn and he eyed the other man suspiciously. What had he done? He began to sweat profusely and his lower regions started to feel tender. The Scout’s face flushed a bright red.
“Just an aphrodisiac, nothing to fear,” the Medic chimed in with glee as he watched his patient writhe uncomfortably on the table, “You might as well relax and enjoy.”
The bound male could do nothing but try to resist the weird sensation washing over him in waves. He grit his teeth and continued to fight against his restraints, but even that had his skin burning with need. All the Scout could do at this point was give the Medic a pitiful look of uncertainty.
Of course, it was exactly what the doctor wanted out of the boy, so he merely stared on, reaching for a clipboard and jotting down a few notes as if this was some horrendous experiment. He then gave the Scout’s leg a light touch with a finger, smiling as his reaction was a shudder. He wrote more on his clipboard, completely ignoring the embarrassed youth’s reddened face.
The Scout could not form words—he could only pant helplessly as his body began to take a life of its own. His skin crawled and he began to show signs of a serious arousal, which caused his face to flush once more. No, he was not falling victim to the medication! He refused, instead trying to focus on the far wall, counting the number of cracks there were and—
The Scout gasped loudly as the Medic ran a cupped hand across his crotch—so much for focusing on something else. He felt his member spring to life and beg for more, but the doctor would be back at his clipboard to jot down more notes. The boy twisted uncomfortably against his restraints, trying to gather some friction in his pants. It was a futile attempt; he was as good as stuck and burning with need.
“Is zhere a problem?” the Medic teased as he tapped his pen to the Scout’s shin. His answer would come in the form of a pitiful grunt. “Perhaps ve should take care of you now. Ze experiment is not quite finished and I need more notes.”
Not giving the Scout any time to reflect on those words, the doctor went to the door again, fully opening it and allowing an unknown person in. Of course, once he entered the light, there was no mistaking that it would be the Heavy. Medics and Heavies were always together, so it would be no different here. But, having two men staring at him made the boy’s face redden once again now that his arousal was more than noticeable.
“I see leetle man is ready.”
“Ja. Why don’t you relieve him of his…predicament?”
The Russian neared the table, giving the Scout a looking-over as he hummed curiously. “Leetle man is plaything today. Will enjoy this.”
The bound male looked up to the Heavy, his face twisted into a mixture of resilience and need. It was a pitiful attempt to try to defy his captors, but he tried nonetheless. By now, the boy’s body felt as if it were on fire, and sweat pooled down his flushed face. He felt a strong sense of fear and desire as the Russian began to free him from the straps that held him still.
It would be ironic that the Scout made no attempts to flee. In fact, his body was so lit up, basic movements were rendered useless. He continued to stare at the larger man with widened eyes, especially now that he was watching the Heavy relieve him of his clothing in hasty yanks.
The Scout could not have been more embarrassed, especially since his body was reacting positively to being free of clothes and enjoying the cold air at his fiery flesh. His eyes widened further as his member was thoroughly grasped with a large hand. Harsh breath hitched in the back of his throat before a soft whimper escaped his lips.
The Heavy began pumping at the boy’s arousal in a long and painfully slow movement, rendering the youth a panting mess as he fell back on the table and tried to enjoy the situation despite it actually happening. The Russian gave a short chuckle as he continued to torment the Scout.
The Medic merely took notes with enthusiasm, often pausing to give an interested hum as he watched the Scout’s face and noted the way his body was reacting against his will.
Suddenly, the boy no longer cared that he was being watched, or aroused by another man; he was filled with urgency to feel release as even his insides burned with desire. This was reflected in the pitiful moans that escaped his lips—they pleaded with the Heavy for more.
“Look, doktor. Leetle man wants more. Should I?”
“Please continue, Heavy. I am collecting much-needed data.”
The Russian unbuckled his belt and opened his pants wide enough to pull his own member out. He gave another chuckle; the faces the Scout was making was nothing shot of gratifying.
“Don’t worry; I will be gentle.”
The Scout gave a nod—he knew not what else to do in this situation. But, before he could react, the Heavy’s mouth was around his cock and his body stiffened and he nearly howled upon contact. But, his diaphragm heaved and hitched with the shortness of breath as he was worked upon slowly. It felt too good to be coming from another man, but at this point, the boy did not care. He needed his release and if it was offered, he would surely take it. His body tensed up as he felt a large, foreign finger enter his backside and he winced, but the Heavy’s sucking kept the boy from crying out altogether. In time, even being prodded the boy to his release, and he panted from the over-stimulation.
The Heavy felt it time and withdrew his mouth and finger from the Scout despite his whining. Rather, he slid the youth’s smaller body to the edge of the table and grabbed a leg to hoist it over his shoulder. The Scout gritted his teeth as the immaculately-large member began to enter him; however, the boy’s pained face caused the Russian to stop.
“Leetle Scout is in pain, doktor.”
“That could be problematic,” the Medic hummed as he walked over to a medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle. “Try this lube then.”
The Heavy accepted the item and uncapped it, spilling its contents over his member and coating it thoroughly before attempting again to be inside of the Scout. It went with success and though the boy winced again, he was soon back to moaning once the Russian hit a certain spot within him and began to rub against it.
The Scout gave a long and drawn-out moan as the Heavy picked up his pace and returned to pump at his arousal. Soon, both men were sweaty and filled with need as the larger man continued his ministrations, sending waves of euphoria over both of them. The boy panted and gave grunts of pure pleasure as his body was being relieved of the medication, if only a little at a time.
The Medic was very impressed with the amount of information he was writing down as the Heavy continued to pound at the Scout with fast thrusts. He would have an entire book prepared at this rate!
Finally, the youth could withstand the pleasure no more, and he shuddered against the approaching orgasm until it finally pooled over and he gasped once his seed spilled over and onto the Russian’s hand. But, even after coming, he was still panting and begging for more. The Heavy would grant his wish and pull the boy into his grasp and off the table, lifting and setting the Scout onto his cock over and over again until his own orgasm washed over and he filled the youth with his own seed. Gently, he pulled the Scout off and laid him back on the table, once again strapping him against it.
The boy looked to the Heavy questionably before realizing what had just happened. Shame built up and caused his face to be reddened again, but the Russian merely adjusted himself back into his pants and fixed his belt. He was as good as done and had helped the Medic as far as he would allow, thus he no longer had a reason to be in the room and left just as quickly as he came.
“Excellent. Und how are ve feeling?”
“Fuck you. That’s how I’m feelin’,” the Scout spat, suddenly regaining his ability to speak.
“Zat can be arranged,” the Medic laughed as he pointed to the syringe on the table beside the boy, “I need to experiment more on how zhis medicine actually works und you are such a good patient to work on…”
The boy eyed the doctor with scrutiny. He would not dare, would he? A bead of sweat rolled down his temple as the Medic continued his contemplation.
“After all, how far can one go with zis in his system?”
The Medic grabbed the syringe, much to the Scout’s dismay and pleading, and put it in the IV once again.
“Fuck you!”
“In due time, mein kleiner patient. In due time.”
The young man gave an exasperated sigh as he felt his insides begin to burn once again. It would seem that today would be the longest day of his life. For now, he was a prisoner of desire and the Medic’s plaything.
Would he ever make it back to his base in one piece? Or was he doomed to be an lab rat until he died? Only time and pleasure would tell.
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