Psychological Warfare

 

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***WARNING: contains major scout sex, guy/guy con and noncon, bondage, breathplay, some humil, torture, threesomes, implied more-somes, and violence. don't like don't read***

He was screaming.  

They were  burning him alive and he was screaming.   

He could hear his voice bouncing off the walls in the shower as the scalding water hit him. He felt himself thrashing, involuntarily. His head slammed against the tiled wall and floor. He couldn’t feel much else apart from the stinging pain.

He could see his hand shaking for a second before they pushed his head again. Then another glance of tile under his chin.   

He tried to get up again and they shoved him down. In his head, he heard his nose break upon tile contact. It sounded like tearing a cabbage in two.   

His voice was leaving him and a foot caught him in the rib cage, then again in the gut.   

Suddenly, they turned the water from piping hot to freezing cold, and Scout felt a different kind of burn. They grabbed him by his hair and made him face the spray. He sputtered and was blinded.   

“STOP! STOP” He sobbed at them.  

“Listen! 'e’s making orders now!”  

They stopped. Scout sunk to the floor, plastered against the back of the shower, unable to stop shaking. He cowered, covering his face with his hands, bringing his legs up into the fetal position.   

“Vell... It is getting late...”   

The shower was turned off and Scout whimpered as someone grabbed his arm and dragged him out.   

He heard the familiar sound of a medigun switching on and felt a warmth, then a cooling sensation. Scout tuned it out. There was a buzzing noise in his head again. a hot white loud note. He stared at a pair of feet in front of his face, not really seeing it. Another part observed and noted to Scout that he was being groped again. Scout took the news cooly, not really caring.

  When the tone died down Scout returned to earth. He was tied back up again, clothed and being drug down the hallway once more.

  He listened to the sound of RED Spy’s light footfalls and wondered what had happened to RED Medic.  

They stopped short and he was dropped on his side. He stared at the white wall in front of him and listened.  

A door opened.  

“Iz it ready?”  

“Eye, an ya can take that ‘un teh th’ brute.”  

“All ready maggot!”  

oh no. not the soldier again.  

Footsteps. then a foot on his shoulder pushing him onto his back.  

Soldier and Spy stared down at him. One looking proud, the other angry.   

“LISTEN UP PRISONER.” Soldier said. “THIS-” He held up a large metal ring with a box and a lock on it. “will be going on Prisoner BLU Heavy! It is a specially designed thingamabobber-”  

“collar” Spy interrupted.  

“COLLAR... that will keep him drugged and incapacitated. IF he tries to stand, it will knock him out! IF he tries to escape, IT WILL KNOCK HIM OUT! IF HE TRIES TO-”

  “Soldier.”  

“IT WILL KNOCK HIM OUT! IF HE TRIES-”  

“SOLDIER.”  

“....YES Private what is it?”  

“May we proceed wiz ze plans?”

“...well I don’t see why not! You’re the one keeping us here all day with your gibber yabber- MOVE! LETS GO!”   Scout felt himself being lifted and tried to figure out what was happening next.  

If the collar was for heavy, then they must be going back to the cell.   

Their footsteps echoed coldly along the hallway. Scout tried not to hold his breath in case his prayer wasn’t answered.