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Scout was a BIG fuckboy. And everyone in 2-fort knew it. Scout was often seen with a quiet, dark haired boy next to his side. Conner. Conner was Scouts "pet" or "Victim." As some would say. The mercenarys would be okay with that, as Scout helped Conner out and took him in as his own. The thing is... Connor is 15...Scout is in his 20s...who really cares though. They need him on the team! The only person who doesn't really care is Soldier, but he's dumb and would probably want to fuck Conner too.
𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝟖:𝟐𝟔 𝐏𝐌.
Scout just got done fucking around the field and killing a BLU Pyro. He walks into the medical room where Medic is playing with a heart he gutted out of a Engineer.
"Yo Doc! How was the fighting 'n shit! I'd say pretty good!" Scout sat down on the medical table
Medic turns around and sits the heart down on the desk. He sighs.
"It was fine Scout. Just like normal. But ve need to adress something." The German medic said, surprising calm. "Vhats up vith you and Conner? Scout... He's a kid. You cant—"
Medic was then interrupted by a loud sigh from Scout. "Dude, fuck off. It's non of ya business! What? Ya gonna kick me off the team? You need me!"
He plays with a random surgical knife he found from one of the rolly tables. "Or you wanna get involved in it? Fuckin weirdo. He's mine." Scout sits down the knife and steps off the medical table. "I'll be in my room if you need me, don't ask any more stupid questions, Doc."
Medic was left there in confusion and a tad bit of frustration. "Damn it Scout..." He muttered
𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝟖:𝟒𝟒 𝐏𝐌.
Scout pushed through the thin door of his room, and there was Conner. Sitting on the bed, drawing. His "𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘺." Is what he called him. The faint smell of cigarettes, dust, and insense filled the room. Scout hated insense. It was always too much for him. "Why'da burn insense again, Conner? I told you I hated the smell." He plugged his nose dramatically. "Because, I could smell the chud radiating from Engineers room." Conner placed down his sketchbook on the nearby desk. "Whatever..." Scout groaned and trudged to the bed, but taking off his shirt before getting into the bed. He wasn't totally muscular. Of course he thought he was though... Fucking chud...
"It's early, but I'm going to sleep." The black haired boy said. "I was up all night."
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Scout sighed and watched Conner pull the blankets up and over his body. Boredom hit REAL quick, as Scout watched the slow ceiling fan turn round and round and round for 15 minutes. 15 minutes of darkness... 15 minutes of the shitty ceiling fan... 15 minutes of hearing a teen boy snore. Until, a beautiful idea came aross Scout's mind.
𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝟗:𝟐𝟎 𝐏𝐌.
Scout climbs on top of Conner slowly, not enough to wake him up, and took of the soft, red blanket. His fingers pull down his pants and boxers with grace. "Holy shit..." He muttered. "Fuckin tranny." He scoffed, but a tiny cruel smile can be seen on his face. Scout unbuttons his brown pants and fiddles with his own boxers for a second. "There we go." Scout chuckled, staring at his 7 inches.
Wet slapping sound are heard from Conner's point of view. His eyes flutter open... And there was Scout. Pumping his cock slowly into his boycunt sluggishly. "Fuucckk." Scout groaned, slightly going a bit faster. "Oh shit." He said as he saw Conner's eyes open. "What are you doing..." Conner whimpered, his eyes fully open and full of shock. A warm, rough hand then fell on Conner's hand to silence his protests. "Just take it tranny, it's fine." He slide in and out faster and faster until in bed creeked. Conner tried to fight back with his hands, but eventually had to sit there and take it. It was no use. Scout was taller and much more stronger than him. "If you dont stop whining I'll kill ya." Scout grinned as he watched Conner below him cry and moan. "Shut up!" Scout yelled as he slapped his face hard. "Your fucking fine! It's not even that—" a harsh thrust filled Conner's guts. "Bad." Scout finished. "I bet you like this transvestite. You like being raped you stupid cunt." His degradation made Conner cry harder. Then, a hard bite was placed on Conner's neck. The blood dripped off the bed quick and made a slight mess. Conner watched below, his eyes rolling back from pain and pleasure. "Fuck fuck... I'm almost there. Just keep being good." Scout whined and threw his head back.
Finally, Scout buried his face into the crevice of Conner's neck, unleashing his load into his pussy. "There you go... Don't sob. I know you like it..." Scout laughed, feeling no mercy to raping Conner.