Psychological Warfare

 

 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***

It was easy, really. To catch the BLU team off guard was a simple matter of letting them win a game or two. They were celebrating within an hour of the announcer's praises and RED watched from a distance as they drank and partied into the night.

So easy. Why hadn't anyone thought of this before? fighting during cease fire! Well, obviously it would end the cease fire, but what if there wasn't anyone left at BLU base to fight? What if RED could incapacitate them?

The answer was that cease fire would continue until there was someone IN BLU base to fight. And if it stayed cease fire, no one would be fighting, so the BLU team wouldn't be able to get new teammates from the server.

It was the perfect plan.

RED spy had himself to be proud of for it. He'd had to have given up some important information for it, but hey, you win some you lose some.

And it was spy that stormed the base. The alarms would have gone off had anyone else done it.

In the middle of the night he crept slowly from room to room in search of each sleeping body.

Rope for the weaker ones and drugs to sedate the stronger of the group. BLU heavy got three doses and it turned out he still woke up. Luckily RED spy had dosed him last and was able to avoid him until his comrades showed up, sirens blaring and all. RED heavy and RED soldier took BLU heavy down easily once the drugs kicked in, making him confused and dizzy.

Everyone helped carry someone. RED spy got BLU scout. Since they hadn't even bothered sedating the small young man, spy had the pleasure of watching his gagged, alarmed face the whole way back to RED base. Spy was carrying him bridal style, and halfway there, on the bridge, he even dared to cop a quick feel when he didn't think anyone else was looking.

It was priceless. Scout's expression was immediately contorted into something between offended and infuriated, while a small blush crept along his face. He even made a small, alarmed grunt. RED Spy then ignored him for the duration of the walk. He could feel the BLU Scout watching him angrily.

This was going to be fun.