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***

 

Someone was gently shaking him.



Scout jerked awake and remembered where he was.



He was in the holding cell with the rest of the BLU team.



His bones ached and he was leaning against Sniper. Scout looked up into the eyes of Medic. Blue and caring, Medic’s hand lifted his chin up.



Scout opened his mouth to say he was fine and drool leaked out.



Caught off guard, Scout wiped his mouth and stared listlessly at the red smear of blood on his hand.



And it wasn’t just that.



He was missing a Goddamned finger.



When did that fucking happen?



He swallowed and felt the pain of his mouth, swollen, bleeding, and metallic. His cheeks were probably bugging out from the swelling. He looked back to Medic.



“Let me see, Scout.”



Scout opened his mouth as best he could, which wasn’t much. Medic did his best to peer inside, tsk’ed a couple times then reached for something behind him.



Bread. like a chunk of sponge, but real food. Scout felt his stomach churn at the thought. Medic held the carbs out to him but Scout merely shook his head.



Medic nodded in understanding and Scout leaned back into the heat of Sniper’s side.



“Zey said zey’d be coming to ‘eal you soon so you need to be avake.” Medic informed him.



Scout nodded.



“How are you feeling?”



Scout nodded again.



“Good. Just relax.”



Medic moved to Heavy, talking lowly to him. The others were all talking with each other, whispering. Scout felt Sniper shift and looked up.



The man’s face looked taught, as if just looking at Scout stressed him out. Scout reached a hand out, slowly, and laid it on Sniper’s thigh. He felt the man relax at the touch. Scout rested his head on Sniper’s shoulder, careful not to nudge his cheek. Sniper even hummed a quick tune lowly under his breath. Just for Scout.



And, given the situation, it was good to be like that for a while.



Then they heard voices.



“SHH!” Engineer warned.



Everyone listened, straining their ears to hear the muffled argument heading their way.



“I left him wiz you in perfect condition!”



It was RED Medic.



“Er, yeah, I know but see he was being mouthy...”



And that was the RED Soldier.



“It vas NOT your turn and you should NOT ‘ave taken liberties at ze time zat you did! Heir Soldier, if zis ‘appens again, I’ll ‘ave you stripped of ze right to vatch prisoners at all!”



“No, no, it won’t happen again.”



“I should ‘ope not! I don’t ‘ave ze time nor patience to be getting up in ze middle of ze night to fix your mistakes!”



“Yeah, yeah, private, look as long as we can keep this between us?”



Then the lock clanked.



The door opened, revealing an angry RED Soldier and a pissed off RED Medic, sporting his medigun, but wearing striped PJs.



RED Medic made his way stiffly to Scout, aiming the gun at his head.



The gun made that oh so familiar noise and thank the Announcer, suddenly Scout’s mouth felt fine again.



Soldier bent down and held his hand out.



“Hand.” he growled.



Scout stuck out his hand and the gun went off again. In half a second his had was brand new again.



The two moved past him towards BLU Medic.



“Sit with your wrists out.”



They began to chain him.



Suddenly a thought struck Scout...



He looked at the men, backs turned away from him.



The door was open.



And he wasn’t tied up.



He felt a nudge. Sniper had noticed too. He looked up into Snipers face.



His eyes were on fire.



Scout stood up slowly, so it didn’t catch their attention. The other BLU’s kept their eyes firmly fixed here or there so they didn’t give it away.



and then soldier spotted him.



“HEY!”



Scout ran.