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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***
“Wait” ordered soldier.
He grabbed Scout and slammed him against the wall holding his head by his hair.
“I wan’t a little revenge for earlier.”
He grinned and Scout could see the beady eyes ablaze under his hard hat. It was so unlike BLU Soldier’s expression. So terrifying to be the recipient of such a look.
“help me with this.” He ordered RED Spy.
Sighing, RED Spy consented, reaching over to grab Scout’s head with one hand and wrench open his mouth with the other.
Soldier stuck his fingers in Scout’s mouth too, keeping his free hand clenched around his jaw so Scout couldn’t bite them.
Scout made a small whimpering noise and tried to struggle but he was still too weak from earlier and he could only shudder at the taste.
Spy handed Soldier something and Scout saw a glint of metal coming at his face. He closed his eyes but still felt the pain blossom along the insides of his cheeks, the roof of his mouth, and along the top of his tongue. He cried out and the resulting spasm just caused more damage to be caused to his mouth.
The fingers and blade were removed and they let Scout fall to the floor as they wiped their hands clean.
Scout moaned and involuntarily began to shiver all over again. His eyes fixed to the floor kneeling in the hallway before them. Slowly, he forced himself to stop shaking.
Spy studied him.
“Ve can untie ‘im completely. I don’t zink ‘e will be doing anyzing for a few hours now and zis way ‘e could travel from person to person, oui?”
“Alright but I’ll put the Heavy’s collar on first.”
They each grabbed Scout by an arm and opened the door. Eyes turned immediately to Scout, everyone taking in his disheveled appearance and wet hair.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, maggots. We will allow you a short break. But only one of you at a time. The catch is that we’re putting a drug collar on the heavy now,” He pulled the device out and placed the medicinal collar on Heavy’s head, closing it with a satisfying click.
“AND when you are free you will be missing a finger at all times. We will keep the finger with us and when it’s time to chain you back up we’ll medigun it back on.”
He pulled out a butcher knife and smiled menacingly.
RED Spy set to work undoing Scout’s bonds.
“And before any of you losers start getting noble ideas about living the rest of your lives without a finger...”
He reached down to grab Scout’s free hand and before anyone could react in time, he’d slammed it to the ground and chopped a finger clean off.
Scout heard a scream that must’ve been himself. He didn’t recognize it. He lay there trying to breath past the blood he was swallowing.
Spy bandaged the hand quickly so Scout wouldn’t bleed to death and Soldier pocketed the finger.
“think about who else won’t be getting a finger back.”
Spy had finished and backed away to watch the faces of the prisoners. A few of them looked sick or worried, other’s just angry.
Scout was unbound then and just lay on the floor on his stomach in the position he’d been dropped in. His hand still stayed splayed where Soldier had put it but it twitched now, tense and in shock.
Scout’s other hand slowly dragged over to cover his mouth, nose trying to breathe in and out while he swallowed his own blood, trying to ignore the pain any movement caused his mouth. His finger throbbed but it was nothing compared to earlier.
He felt himself begin to shiver again. Must have been the cold. Or the shock. Or the pain. Or the sex. Scout couldn’t feel it anyways. He could just tell he’d begun to shake.
RED Soldier looked proud of his ingeniousness. “Who would like to have free time first?”
There was silence for a second. Some of BLU team stared incredulously at RED Soldier. Others stared at Scout in earnest.
“I vill!” Medic looked determinedly at RED Soldier. “I vould also like to see vhat state Scout is in. If he needs medical attention seriously, you vill help him, jah?”
RED Soldier shrugged, not committing to anything, knowing the group would be angry when they saw Scout’s mouth.
He walked over and unchained one of Medic’s hands. Pressing it to the floor beside him, RED Soldier swiftly slammed the steak knife to the concrete. Medic made an unhappy grunt of discomfort but other than that was able to hold his own. Soldier pocketed the second finger and unwound Medic’s bindings while RED Spy bound Medic’s hand with gauze as well.
“Food will be in in exactly two hours!” He pointed at Medic. “You are in charge of feeding your teammates.” Then his face lit up, as if something just hit him.
“Shouldn’t be hard. In fact you have one less person to feed already.” He gestured to Scout, still laying as still as possible in a shivering heap.
With that the RED Spy and Soldier promptly left, slamming the door shut and leaving the BLU team in the cold dim lit room.
As soon as they were gone medic knelt over scout to turn him around. A few of his teammates called out Scout’s name.
Scout would not keep eye contact with Medic. He lay in Medic’s arms listlessly with his hand pressed as hard as it could go to his mouth.
Medic did a quick search and found no bruises or broken bones. He announced this to everyone and then turned his attention to Scout’s mouth.
Scout was still making weak swallowing sounds, choking every now and then and convulsing a little to get his airways free. His nose was working over time just to get oxygen to his brain.
“Scout? Can you hear me? Let me see vat’s vrong.” Medic tried.
“What’s wrong with his mouth?” Sniper asked, terrified.
Medic rolled his eyes and shot Sniper a look.
“Vell I don’t know yet, do I?”
Turning back to Scout he tried to gently remove Scout’s hand from his mouth. Scout grunted and his eyes locked onto Medic, looking confused at first then pleading.
“Scout move your hand so I can examine your mouz.” Medic spoke firmly to him. BLU Team knew that voice. That was Medic’s ‘Do this now or I might hurt you’ voice. The one he used during serious examinations or medical procedures.
Scout’s hand stayed where it was but the strength behind it was lost and Medic easily pulled Scout’s arm down to his side.
Scout made a pained choking noise when Medic turned his attentions back to his face. Seeing nothing on the exterior of Scout’s face, but taking in his pained slack-jawed expression, Medic tried to force Scout’s mouth open only to feel Scout convulse at his touch and cry out in alarm.
"Careful!" yelled Spy
"Oh mah God, 'e's dying!" Sniper started jerking on his chains.
"Shut up and calm down!" Medic ordered.
Medic grabbed his head and tried again, much more delicately.
Scout squeezed is eyes shut and his hands flew up to grip Medic’s coat in agony.
Medic slowly got Scout’s mouth open and peered inside, scowling at what he saw.
“Somevone took a razor blade to ‘iz mouth.” Medic explained to everyone. He let Scout go and scout’s hand immediately flew back to cover his mouth.
Medic sighed before getting up and leaning down to pick Scout’s upper body up. He dragged him to the middle where Scout could get the most heat and propped him up against the wall snugly between Pyro and Sniper. Once Scout had been released he drew his legs up to his chest and leaned heavily against Sniper, closing his eyes and concentrating on his breathing while taking in the man’s scent. He didn’t want to see the concern in all of their eyes. He could tell by how quiet they were that he was still shaking, and probably freaking them all out with how he was acting.
Sniper leaned down as far as he could, barely grazing his lips over Scouts head.
“It’s okay Scoot. calm down, it’ll be okay, y’hear?”
Scout’s eyes opened then closed again. His shaking ebbed away as he sapped heat from Sniper. He tried to force down the shaking that sprang up in intervals as waves of pain washed over him. He concentrated on swallowing his own stinging blood as it bled down his throat.
Medic had begun checking everyone’s restraints for damage. Looking to see if any chains were damaged, as well as any people.
When he was done he leaned down to cup Scout’s face careful not to startle him. Scout flinched on contact anyway and Sniper felt a pang in his heart at seeing it happen. Scout had begun to look sick from drinking his own blood. Frustrated, Medic went to the door and began to bang on it.
After a couple urgent tries, the door swung open to reveal a rocket launcher being shoved in Medic’s face.
“WHAT.” RED Soldier looked tired and angry now.
“You must fetch heir RED Medic to fix Scout’s mouth.”
“NO.”
The door began to shut but Medic tried again.
“Humans can only drink a pint of blood before zey get sick.”
The door stopped moving.
“What?”
Medic tried to grab the door and the rocket launcher was suddenly reeeeaaally close to his brain. He tried again.
“I said, humans can only drink a pint of blood before zey get sick!”
Silence.
Medic was about to repeat himself once more when RED Soldier finally took the bait.
“So?”
“SO, Scout’s mouz iz cut and ‘e is drinking his own blood. If you let it continue for long he will grow ill.”
Silence again.
“So?”
“Just let ‘im die! He’ll go to respawn!” shouted Sniper
Then-
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Soldier was gone.
The door closed and Medic turned back to his team. He nodded in thanks to Sniper. Medic stood a bit straighter.
“Right. Back to planning our escape.” He suggested.
