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***WARNING: contains major scout sex, guy/guy con and noncon, bondage, humil, torture, threesomes, implied more-somes, and violence. don't like don't read***
“You know from the moment I saw those tags and your attitude I wanted to make you my bitch.” How poetic. Scout woke up slowly with a pounding head and aching arms. He was lying on the floor on his side, tied up like a fucking pig in one of those goddamned interrogation rooms that really shouldn’t have been made in the first place because what kind of interrogation could you do with a war that had “Respawn?” The room had a table and chair with a single light above it. Real CSI shit right there. Scout blinked blearily and peered up at Soldier. “My tags make you hard old man? Shoulda known you were a whore for any military stuff.” And there was the swift punch to the side of the head. “You’re a no good rotten cunt, I’ll tell you that much, maggot.” But Soldier wasn’t looking angry, he was panting. He looked excited with that wild look in his eyes of a man with too many rules and not enough pussy. Scout came to terms quickly with the fact that he was probably going to get fucked again, not just beat up like he’d hoped. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard those tags will fit like butter up that sweet dick-hole of yours.” said Soldier. Scout made a face. “Are you talking about my dick’s hole,” he asked, “or calling my ass a hole for dicks?” He lifted Scout up and slammed him onto the table so the corner cut into his stomach. Soldier’s hand grabbed Scout’s ass and kneaded it. Scout grunted with discomfort. “Look it’s not an unreasonable question... You’re grammatically confusing your prisoner!” Soldier continued as if he couldn’t hear him. “I’m gonna be in you. AAAAlll up in you. you’re gonna feel this in the back of your freaking throat.” He wiggled a finger into the crevice of Scouts ass, rubbing to press into his asshole. Scout tried to squirm away but Soldier held his hips, fingers digging in and nails biting through the fabric of his pants. “You pussies think you can get away with fucking murder because you’re young and you think the world is supposed to be shoved up your ass on a silver spoon, well I’m here to make you right. I’m here to fix you.” Soldier leaned in close behind Scout and he could feel the man’s hard on press into him. Soldier’s breath was hot and wet in his ear. “I’ll make you feel much better, maggot. I’ll make you wish you’d been doing this since you were born. Sucking on my big fat dick instead of yer mommas tits since day one. Yer gonna want to brace yerself, cause you’ll be doing a lot more screaming from now on.” He slipped a finger under Scouts pants and pulled at the fabric as Scout started to try to buck Soldier off. “Aah, yes, that’s how I like em you know. nice and feisty.” He pulled the pants down more till Scout’s ass was showing. “You know what we do with naughty soldiers here in war?” Scout decided it was about time to protest this. “STOP!” Soldier laughed. “First we show em a little force.” A hand slammed down on Scouts ass. Scout shouted, more in surprise than anything else. “You cocksucker!” Scout yelled at him. Soldier spanked him a couple more times. hard. “Then we show ‘em a little lovin’.” His hands kneaded the area he’d been hitting, digging in his nails and leaving little white marks. “Oooh, your ass is gonna feel so good. Don’t think I don’t know about that respawn shit. Feels like the first time...” He slipped a dry finger into Scout and rammed it in as far as it would go. Scout screamed. “...Every time.” “Don’t act like you don’t like it princess. I know crocodile tears when I see them.” Soldier crooked the finger and Scout yelled again as his prostrate was poked. Soldier reached around Scout to man-handle his junk. “Stop!” Scout tried again. Unfortunately now when he tried to move away one way he was pushing himself into the other assault. “It’s so sweet to finally see you skewered on my finger like the bitch you are. This is where you belong now: crying and helpless on my dick.” Scout heard a zip of pants and felt the panic rise. This backward fucking hills-have-eyes prick was going to enter him dry. And it was going to hurt like hell. “You can make this easier on yourself you know. I have some lube over in my pocket here.” Soldier licked Scout’s neck up to his ear, wispering in it: “Just say you’re my bitch.” “agn-! w-what?” Soldiers hand on his dick slid into the front of Scouts pants and started playing with him. “Say you’re my bitch.” “You’re s-so stupid dude.” Scout panted some. “Like... really?!” Soldier growled and the hand on his dick squeezed tightly. “Wrong answer.” The finger left his ass for a second before, suddenly, two fingers entered him, shoving their way roughly into him, twisting, dirty and as dry as the first. Soldier bit his shoulder hard enough to bruise. “This’ll be anything but pretty if you don’t help yourself out maggot. Heh,” he started pumping Scout’s penis, “not that I mind either way.” Scout moaned, panting as he slowly became hard against his will. The two fingers began shoving in and out in jabbing motions. Scout moaned again. “Cry for me bitch. Cry like the cunt in heat you are.” “Get the fuck... off of me...” Soldier’s hand left his penis and spanked him with the force of a man who killed every day. Scout teared up a bit at that one. Five more followed it in quick succession and Scout was sobbing into the cold metal table by the end. He shook as every slap made him jump and worsen the position he was in. Then the fingers left him. Oh god no, Scout thought. And there it was: a dick way too dry for this activity trying to He-Man into his ass like a Trojan, except this was the wooden fucking horse, not the lubricated condom. “STOP,” he screeched at Soldier. “What are you fucking stupid?!” And then the burning started as Scouts poorly prepared ring went “Oh hell no” and tried to keep Soldier out. Scout screamed... and felt something tear. Soldier began pumping, lost in his own lust as he mindlessly fucked the warmth around his dick. Scout saw the white light of blinding pain. Someone was splitting him down the middle with a fucking butter knife. He couldn’t remember what was happening, why it was happening, or who was doing it to him. He could only wish it to end soon, trying to force himself to stop feeling this unimaginable pain that seemed to stretch on forever. Soldier didn’t last long. With a grunt, he dropped Scout on the floor in a heap, the broken boy sobbing as blood leaked out of him, mixing with Soldier’s cum. Soldier looked down at him, still panting. Then, drawing in a breath, Soldier drew back his military-issued boot and swung it hard into Scout’s gut. Scout stopped sobbing, but he started puking in exchange. Soldier turned to leave the room, and Scout’s last image before he passed out was of Soldier turning away while he zipped up his pants.
