#OK DONE. wow this took forever but YEAHHH

[arthurmorganson]

CAN WE LWEARN ABOUT YOUR OCS (FROTHING AT THE MOUTH)

YES!!! I have full lists on foretelling with all my OC details (and half of them aren’t written up yet) but i’ll give you the gist of all of them basically! The main idea is that at one point all their stories intersect and they form a gang (which has a subsequent fallout too). this all takes place around the 1870s-1880s and up. the characters are below the cut!

Elijah Beckett - young, skittish drifter with a knack for maps and traveling. he has a scar that splits his lip open, generously gifted by his drunkard father in a fit of rage. he got his outlaw status by killing his dad in self defense and running away, relying on petty thievery and pickpocketing to make do throughout his travels. he’s a nervous young thing, who doesn’t know that he’ll end up taking after his father, turning more to melancholy than to violence

Marion Lloyd-Wheeler- the pretty lady that asks you if you want to have a good time for a price in the corner of the saloon? that’s a con-man, and he’ll get you drunk and steal all your valuables. he’s also not exactly a man, after playing this persona for so long, feeling conflicted about separating his “job” from his identity. closed off and wonderfully suave, he can talk a dog off a meat wagon.

Jacob Montgomery- the most stubborn man you’ll ever meet. A calculated, skilled bounty hunter whose own ego led to his subsequent fall into outlaw status. Priding himself on managing to kill all his bounties in a timely, efficient manner, he neglected the part where he had to bring multiple people in alive, in turn getting into a kerfuffle that escalated to the point where his partner ended up dead. ever since, he’s gone into hiding, breaking into his stored funds to cope for a year, at the bottom for a bottle. though he soon cleans up his act when a gang comes and takes him in

Wyatt Doherty - a mountain of a man who could crush your head like a watermelon. why would he, though? he hates violence. and yet he finds himself in a troubling predicament, having to illegally take up underground boxing for money to send back to his folks and younger brother in Ireland. a family man through and through, he feels conflicted having to deal with such violence when he promised his parents that he’d go to America to find good, clean farm work and send back every bit of money he makes. a sweet, slightly dim man, but full of love

Dalia Ladrón Ruiz - keep an eye on your horse whenever she’s around because she won’t hesitate to gently coax it away and take it to the nearest livestock market or horse auction and make a pretty penny off it too. a notorious horse thief driven out of Mexico because she stole the wrong person’s horse(s, plural), she finds herself with a rather sizable bounty on her head as she flees towards the wild American west. a strong, determined woman, with an abrasive sense of humor and brutal honesty

Samuel Jude Orson - it’s a miracle a man like him manages to enter his late 40s. a once-notorious outlaw, he managed to flee and leave his past life behind, finding work at a ranch who’s owner asked no questions, and was just happy to have a diligent, working man helping him with daily tasks. quiet, closed off, and blind in one eye, he doesn’t make for a particularly good (or disarming) conversationalist. he will soon realize he has a lot more to deal with when he manages to connect and bond with the ranch owner’s daughter, and finds his own past coming back to haunt him

Willow McCarthy- respective daughter of the ranch owner. a sweet, hardworking farmgirl putting in the work and the muscle to help her dad out at any given occasion, jovial and kind to the bone. she talks the ears off all the helping hands around the ranch, especially one named Samuel. she finds his stories fascinating, but opts to not tell her dad the full extent of her knowledge of Samuel. little does she know her life will shift entirely from what she is used to, getting falsely accused of a crime she knows she didn’t commit. she ends up on the run with her acquaintance-turned-mentor, Samuel, learning to toughen up, and cope with her new outlaw status.

[askthetotallynotlosersclub]

write streddie being soft uwu

Stan: *is doing a puzzle like a quirky kid*

Richie: *is trying to help at said puzzle but failing*

Eddie: Richie you just took my piece!!

Richie: Well it was in the wrong spot!!

Stan: *doesnt pay attention bc P U Z Z L E Y U M Y U M*

Eddie: what do you mean?! It fit into the other ones!!!

Richie: No it didn’t!!

Stan: *almost finishes puzzle yum yum*

Eddie: DEAR LORD- IM SORRY STANLEY BUT THIS IDIOT DOESNT KNOW HOW PUZZLES WORK....but it looks very nice to *smiley boye and kisses his forehead*

Richie: *>:(* Edward bullies me

Stan: *finished puzzle :D* Look it’s done!!!

Eddie: awe that looks very nice Stanley!! And Richie you know I love you to death *kiss*

Richie: I feel unloved- let’s watch a movie, boyfriends

Stan: Can we watch a scary one?

Eddie: I swear you two hate me sometimes- *sits on the couch*

Stan: Nooooo *also sits on the couch* *cuddle part 1*

Richie: Eddie is literally a bully *sits next to edward* *leeches to boyfriends part 1 and 2*

Eddie: you guys know I hate scary movies! Last time I peed myself!!

Stan: It wasn’t even a scary movie-

Richie: It was scooby doo

Eddie: *crosses his arms* and?

Stan: You could just not watch the movie with us?

Richie: *puts on the hip movie uhh poltergeist yeah lmao that’s scary*

Eddie: okay peace out! *runs to his room*

Time: kachow

Richie: EDWARD

Stan: Eddieeeeeee

Eddie: *is sleeping in the other room*

Stan: *finds the b0y* *:0* *sits next to eduardo* *Q U I E T*

Richie: *:0 part 2* *plays with edward’s hair oop* *Q U I E T*

Eddie: *wakes up but is v v v tired* oh hi guys *yawn*

Richie: aloha *continues to play with edwards hair*

Stan: *stan* hi

Eddie: *is like half asleep* you know I love you guys

Stan: *uwu* *leeches to the eduardo* yeah we know

Richie: we love you too, dork

Eddie: *hugs the Stan and falls back asleep*

Stan: *sleep oclock*

Richie: *sleep oclock part 2*

Time: kachow

Rain: kapow

Eddie: *wakes up and it's dark out* Stanny?

Stan: *sl33p*

Eddie: hhhhhhh *sits up but cannot bc thy Roach*

Thunder: KACHOW

Rain: YEEHAW

Eddie: *screams bc of thy thunder*

Richie: *literally falls* FUCK

Stan: *awakens* What-??

Eddie: sorry guys- I'm not the best with thunder storms-

Thunder & Lightning: A

Richie: *roach* *hugs edward*

Stan: *hugs edward part 2*

Eddie: you guys are gonna suffocate me *giggly boye*

Richie: good *teehee giggly boye part 2*

Stan: noooo!! *giggly boye part 3*

Eddie: wow thanks Richie *kiss uwu*

Richie: yeahhh i’m tired- *sleep lmao* *also leech tho*

Stan: *pat* it’s really late

Thunder: ahaha H

Eddie: I know...I'll try to sleep

Stan: good! *kiss úwù* i’m going to sleep *sleep oclock*

Thunder: PENIS SAUCE

Eddie: *falls asleep cuddling the Stan*

Morning: peenids

Stan: *sleep sleep sleep*

Richie: *sleep sleep sleep*

Eddie: *is in the kitchen making breakfast* richie! Stanley!! Breakfast!!

Richie: *aWAKENS* F00D *falls into the kitchen ouchies* ouch

Stan: *awakens* *walks like a NORMAL PERSON* i’m tired *stan*

Eddie: *runs over to Richie* are you okay?

Richie: probably *ouchie there’s a bruise on his arm lmao* *s t an d*

Stan: you’re such an idiot

Eddie: yeah but he's our idiot *hugs the Richie from the side*

Richie: *kisses the edward uwu* thank you both for calling me an idiot

Stan: *hugs the b0yfriends* no problem idiot

Eddie: I love you guys so much but GOD DAMMIT THE EGGS ARE BURNT

Richie: you look like a burnt egg

Stan: don’t bURN THE HOUSE DOWN

Eddie: sit down on the couch or something- I'll have to remake breakfast

Stan: Alright *sits on the couch*

Richie: okay my guy *sits on the stan*

Eddie: Richie- you're going to crush Stan

Richie: too BAD

Stan: iM FINE-!

Eddie: I'm still confused about how you two like each other

Richie: *DRAMATIC GASP* Excuse you Stan loves me!

Stan: I do that’s a fact right there

Eddie: I'm so offended

Stan: Dont burn the house down, Eddie

Richie: *l33ch*

Eddie: I won't burn the house down, breakfast is done! Come eat before it gets cold

Richie: *l e a p s off stan and goes to the kitchen 😔👊*

Stan: *stans into the kitchen*

Eddie: *gets his own breakfast and sits on the couch*

Richie: *gets f00d and sits on the coffee table*

Stan: *gets f00d and sits next to edward* Rich, what the hell are you doing

Eddie: richie what the actual hell- *picks him up and puts him on the couch*

Richie: nooooo *goes back on the coffee table*

Stan: right, okay- can we go to the zoo today?? i want to see the bIRDS

Eddie: sure Stan- we can go see the birds

Stan: cool!!

Richie: can we get food there teehee

Eddie: sure Richie! And Stan I cant wait to Christmas so like *gives him a pet bird*

Stan: IT’S SO CHONKY *B I R D*

Richie: thats a sexy bird- where the fuck did you get money, Eds?

Eddie: I've been saving it up!

Richie: nice job, my guy

Stan: *birdbirdbirdbird* *:D*

Eddie: *kisses the Stan*

Stan: *kisses the edward*

Richie: ewww get a room

Eddie: you guys have literally made out on front of me before

Stan: you WATCHED??

Richie: ewwww eddie watches porn

Eddie: what!? No! I was watching tv

Stan: how did you know then?? we were like- in the other room??

Richie: no we weren’t dumbass

Eddie: it seems like every time I kiss one of you and other one makes fun of me!

Richie: calm yourself my guy *kisses the edward owo*

Stan: what he said minus the my guy part *kisses the edward after roach*

Eddie: hhhhhhhhhh *hugs the roach from the side*

Richie: *leeches to the edward* your hair is soft

Stan: include me you dorks *also leeches*

Eddie: watch me fall asleep again-

Stan: you better not because then I’ll fall asleep

Richie: and I’d get time alone and who wants that ew

Eddie: *yawns*

Richie: *kisses the edward’s forehead* wow what a cutie

Stan: I know right?

Eddie: stop it *hides under a blanket*

Stan: noooo come back *s natches edward*

Richie: *:(*

Eddie: *is in the Stans lap now*

Richie: *kisses the stanley and the edward*

Stan: *hugs the b0ys*

Eddie: *kisses the Stan for like 2 minutes*

Stan: *O W O* *y e e h a w*

Richie: gET A ROOOOM

Eddie: STANLEY WHY

Stan: *red intensifies* i don’t know-

Richie: HAHA GAY

Eddie: *v v v v v red boye* i-

Richie: you two are cowards, if i was in stan’s position right now you’d have to go to the doctor from all the bruises

Stan: *GAY PANIC*

Eddie: R-ICHIE)!!-

Richie: I’m just telling the truth

Stan: *red x28338383*

Eddie: *yeehaw to the Stan* I'm sorry-

Stan: *AHHH* *R E D*

Richie: god get a room this is classified as porn

Eddie: oh shush Rich *kiss uwu*

Richie: *Y E E H A W BR O* rekt amirite

Stan: *dYing*

Eddie: Richieeeeeee *hides and hugs him*

Richie: *hugs the stanley and the edward* you two are nerds

Stan: *red flavor*

Eddie: *cuddles up to the Richie* cold

Richie: *plays with eduardo’s hair heehaw*

Stan: *sleeps bc this is too much red is bad*

Eddie: *falls asleep with the Stan*

Richie: *also sleep heehee*

Phone: kachow my guy

Stan: ughhh *awakens to answer the phone*

Eddie: Stanny what's wrong?

Stan: shhhh phone call *answer phone* oh hi *phone talk*

Eddie: okay...*goes back to sleep*

Stan: *phone talk for an hour wtf* ok bye *phone hang up* *lays back down with the b0yfriends*

Eddie: Stanleyyyyyyy *lays on top of him*

Stan: oh- hi- *holds the edward and the roach’s hands bc owo*

Richie: *probably fuckimg— hibernating*

Eddie: *gives him a kiss but he's like v tired*

Stan: I’m tired bbbye *sleep oclock*

Eddie: *falls asleep on the Stan*

Later o’clock: hola

Richie: *awakens to make a grilled chhhheese*

Stan: *sleep?*

Eddie: *still sleep on stan*

Richie: *sits next to the b0ys and eat a good and cool sandwich* *uwu energy*

Stan: *aWAKENS*

Eddipe: *nuzzles the stan in his sleepp*

Stan: *pat pat* what time is it?

Richie: how should i know? we slept all day though, it’s dark again

Eddie: *wakes up but is very sleepy* huh

Richie: *s andwich* look who finally woke up

Stan: *quiet clapping*

Eddie: oh shush *nuzzle uwu*

Richie: *cough cough* gAy *cough cough*

Stan: you’re literally our boyfriend shut up

Eddie: I'll attack you with affection young man *jump on the rouch*

Richie: OH SHIT *falls over ouch* *giggly boye teehee*

Stan: *witnesses*

Eddie: *is on top of the roach behind the couch*

Richie: wow this is pretty gay

Eddie: oh so you don't like me being on top of you?

Richie: no, i’d rather be on top of you *teehee kiss owo*

Eddie: *big blush man*

Richie: *yeehaw x22*

Eddie: Stan helppppppppppp

Bev: *walks in* OH JEEZ

Stan: Hi bev- theyre fucking don’t mind them

Richie: nO WE ARENT

Eddie: *runs and jumps on Bev* HI BEV

Bev: HI EDDIE! IM STEALING YALLS BOYFRIEND

Richie: shit dude don’t do that *stAnds*

Stan: nooooo

Bev: oh- I came over here to ask you guys if you wanted to come to the mall with me! I got my driver's license very early for some reason but yeah!

Stan: Oh sure!!

Richie: bro the fuckimg mALL?

Bev: yes the mall idiot!! Okay who wants to carry this thing *points to eddie*

Richie: I don’t know I think he should walk beside the car, honestly

Stan: hmmm maybe

Eddie: wow yall are so nice

Stan: oh shut up we love you

Richie: accurate

Eddie: *puts on his purse (bev got him it) and runs out the door* GET IN LOSERS WE'RE GOING SHOPPING!!

Bev: I TAUGHT HIM THAT

Richie: what the hell why

Stan: uHHHH

Bev: JUST HURRY UP LETS GO!! YALL BETTER NOT GET NOSEBLEEDS BECAUSE IM WARNING YOU, EDDIE LIKES FOREVER 21

Stan: oh god- *car*

Richie: fucking christ *car*

-at the mall-

Eddie: WHERE ARE WE GOING FIRST

Bev: i dont know- Hooters?

Richie: I’m gay

Stan: I’m also gay

Bev: Yeah okay but they have good wings-

Eddie: oh I have a friend that works here! We can get free wings

Richie: is it your mom? i want to see her working at hooters

Stan: no what the fuck rich

Eddie: Richie-!!

Richie: what i’m just telling the truth

Stan: oh my god

Eddie: *holds Stans hand*

Stan: *:D*

Richie: *insect*

Eddie: *kisses the Stans cheek*

Homophobic couple: we. That's just not right! You boys are way too young

Stan: *>:”0*

Richie: eXCUSE YOU don’t INSULT my BOYFRIENDS *>:(*

Homophobic couple: there's 3 of you?? A couple is only 2 people, a boy and a girl! And that short one already looks like a girl so I guess it's fine

Richie: I will fuckign fight you *>:(*

Stan: no richie calm down *holds back the roach lmao*

Eddie: SHUT THE HELL UP! THIS FANNYPACK IS STYLISH

Richie: iT MAKES YOU LOOK HOT

Stan: Richard calm yourself good lord

Homophobic couple: ugh whatever *pushes the Eddie and walks away*

Eddie: oh well *flips his imaginary long hair*

[teratomarty]

Size Isn’t Everything

(A Scout/Heavy fic for @daskingu​.  Hooray!  Also on AO3, for a change.)

It took a lot to fill the Heavy Weapons Guy’s mouth.  Unfortunately, the Scout’s cock was not really up to it.  The skinny American was thrusting quick and sloppy, which was good, but also meant he’d probably be done all too soon.  The runner grabbed at the back of Heavy’s head, fucking his mouth with abandon.  

He’d expected the Scout to come down his throat, but instead the younger man pulled out at the last minute.  The gouts of thin semen hitting his face were an arousing hint of what the Heavy really wanted, but now that the Scout was falling back, panting, a hint was probably all he was going to get.

“Aw, fuck yeah,” the skinny man grinned.  “Yeah, eat it all.”  He pushed a glob of come into Heavy’s mouth with his thumb.  The Russian couldn’t help but moan.

“You like that, huh?  What else do you like?”

Heavy waved a hand dismissively.  He just wanted to go back to his bunk and jack off.

“Fuck you, I asked you a question.”  The words came with a stinging flick to Heavy’s ear.

“Like big men.”  Just go away, Scout.

“Yeah? I’m not big enough, izzat what you’re saying?  Whattaya like, guys big enough to smack you around, or with dicks big enough to wreck your ass?”

“Both.”  Heavy stood up to go.

A knuckly jab to his solar plexus knocked the wind out of him, and a stinging pain just under his nose made him back off, eyes watering.  He backed away until hie hit a wall, and Scout still had a sharp thumbnail dug into the tender skin between his nose and upper lip.

“I dunno if you’ve seen me on the field, tons-of-fun, but just because I’m not frickin’ huge doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass.”  Switching his grip, he clamped his hands around the larger man’s balls.  “So whattaya say, you gonna go beat off about the BLU Heavy, or you gonna stay here and let me show you a good time?”

“... Will stay.”

“Good.”  Scout squeezed to within a fraction of crushing the Heavy’s balls.  “Take off your clothes.”

The Heavy did as he was told, until he was wearing nothing but a challenging smirk.

“Aw yeah.”  Scout looked at him like a monkey looking at a banana tree.  In much that same way, he leapt at the Heavy and climbed.  Heavy laughed in surprise and swatted at the younger man, but he clung tightly, digging his fingers into Heavy’s ribs and armpits.

The huge man’s booming laughter turned into the helpless guffaws of the terminally tickled.  The Scout was relentless, switching targets often and clinging too close for the Heavy to get in a decent swat.

“Oh, stop- stop!” he panted, red-faced.

“Say uncle.”

“What?” Heavy’s incomprehension was met with another round of furious tickling.  He fell to his knees and tried to shed the Scout by rolling over him, but the little bastard was nothing if not tenacious.  “Say uncle!”

“Uncle! Uncle!” Heavy gasped, face-down on the floor.

“Good, you’re learning.  Put your hands behind your back.”

The Russian felt loops of rope- no, cloth- twisting around his wrists, then the Scout’s bare hand on his cheek.  The palm was surprisingly soft in contrast to the calluses formed where his fingers were exposed.

“Up.”  The younger man slapped his face lightly.  “On your knees, bent over the bed.”

Heavy did as he was told, still somewhat red-faced from the tickling.  “Like this?”

“Yeah, and that tone’a voice is more like it, too.” Scout cupped Heavy’s cock and balls from behind.  “Jeezis Christ, the fuck is this, a baloney loaf? I can see why ya got such a swelled head.”  He swatted the back of the larger man’s skull.  “Ya gotta understand, size ain’t everything.”

There were some odd shuffling sounds coming from behind him, but scout said “Eyes front,” and flicked him hard on the balls when he tried to look around.  Even as the sting faded, he felt the American wrapping something around his cock.  Thin, tight… string?  Shoelaces, he realised as he heard the Scout padding barefoot around the room.  His cock was beginning to truly ache.

“So, big guy, who’s in charge here?” Scout smacked Heavy’s ass.

“Eh, not sure.”

“Smartass.” Scout yanked on the shoelaces, making Heavy roar in pain.  “I said, who’s in charge?”

“You,” Heavy mumbled.

“Who is it?”  The younger man tugged Heavy’s cock backward, bending it almost up to his own ass.

“You!”

“Sorry, didn’t hear ya?”  Scout caught the head of the Russian’s cock in a vicious pinch.

“You! Scout is in charge!”

“You better believe it, fatass… Actually, I think I know just what that big fat ass of yours needs.”  There was rattling and clanking from Scout’s footlocker.  “Hah!”

A crinkle, a squelch, and something cold and slick pressed against Heavy’s exposed ass.  “Open wide, big guy.”

The Russian tried to relax back against whatever the American was pushing into him.  “Is… needs more wet.”  He was losing his ability to concentrate on translating.

The squelching sound resumed, and whatever-it-was returned, slick and smooth but still entirely too wide.  Not a dildo, not a fist, too rounded…

“Scout… is bat?”  Heavy’s ears burned with shame.

“Damn right it’s a bat.  Brand-new, top-of-the-line aircraft-grade aluminum.  I been savin’ it for best.  An’ it’s goin’ up your ass.”

“Is too big!”  Heavy protested.

The American paused.  “Lemme hear you say that again.”  His voice cracked, grating downward.  Heavy’s cock twitched.

“Is too big.”  The flush had spread to Heavy’s cheeks.  “Need to stretch first.”

Setting the bad down on the bed, Scout stroked Heavy’s spine.  “Yeahhh… yeah, we can do that.”  More obscenely wet sounds, and Scout’s fingers traced around Heavy’s hole.

The big man relaxed enough to take one of Scout’s skinny fingers, then two and even three with no trouble.  “Yeah right, you needed a warm-up,” Scout taunted.  “You just wanted to get finger-banged.”  He hooked his fingers, stretching the rim of Heavy’s hole from the inside.

Heavy moaned and rolled his hips, cock rubbing ineffectually against the rough wool blanket.  Trying to get some leverage, he turned his head to the other side.  “Why is condom on bat?” he said, seeing it for the first time.

“Like Hell I’m gettin’ ass-juice on my brand new bat!”

Heavy’s booming laugh was cut short as Scout yanked on the shoelace around his balls.  “Yeah, laugh it up, fatty-fat.  You won’t get nothin’.”  He withdrew his fingers and instead squeezed the big man’s balls.

“Nnh-” Heavy groaned.  The pain was intense, but the emptiness in his ass was worse.

“Aw, your ass is twitchin’.  You wanna get fucked?”

“... Yes,” Heavy admitted.

“Yes, what?” Scout twisted his balls.

“Yes, please, Scout.”  Heavy could feel the heat from his face burning against the rough blanket.

“Aw yeah!”  There was another crinkle- a condom wrapper, he realised, and the bat was whisked from his view. He felt latex-slicked metal against his ass again- smaller- the handle end.  He gave a short shout at the abrupt intense stretch as Scout forced the knob inside him.

Heavy couldn’t do anything but thrash helplessly as the American violated him with the crude weapon.  Scout jammed the knob against his prostate, making his whole body jerk.

Apparently the skinny runner liked that, as he repeated the motion, and then did it again.  Soon, Heavy’s cock was leaking thick, clear pre-ejaculate, smearing against the edge of the mattress and dripping onto the floor.

“Real worked up, ain’tcha?”  Scout leaned across Heavy’s back to whisper in his ear.

“Da… Scout.”

“You want more?  Say it in English.”

“Yes, yes, Scout, please!”

“Fuuuuck.”

Scout switched ends of the bat- Heavy saw him shoot a condom off into the garbage can like a  rubber band.  The business end of the bat pressed against his ass again, but this time he was stretched and slick enough to take it, ever so slowly as Scout worked with unusual patience.

Heavy wished that his hands were free so that he could cover his face or put his fingers in his mouth.  As it was, he pushed his face into a fold of blanket and tried to moan quietly.  The stretch and burn, the sensation of being filled to the limit of his endurance, was exactly what he had craved.  Firmly bound as his balls were, he could feel them try to draw up against his pelvis.

“Please, more, more!”  He arched his back, pushing his hips toward his teammate.

“Fuck yeah!”  Scout hammered into him with the bat.

“There, there, don’t stop!” It was the last thing Heavy managed to say before lapsing into incomprehensible whimpering.  The tip of the bat knocked back and forth across his prostate, driving him out of his mind.  He felt as if he could lie like this and get fucked forever.

The pounding stopped abruptly, making him groan in frustration as the bat was withdrawn.  

“Hold your horses, big fella.”  Heavy felt Scout fumbling beneath him, and the laces around his balls were released.  Then the bat returned, sliding into his thoroughly stretched-out ass with obscene ease.  

He came as soon as the bat rubbed over his prostate, bellowing into the mattress, balls clenching so hard that it hurt.  Over the sound of his blood roaring in his ears, he heard his semen splatter onto the floor.  The pulsating pleasure seemed to go on forever- Scout thrust again every time he thought he was finished, setting off wave after wave of release.

When Scout finally withdrew the bat, Heavy collapsed.  He felt as though he were melting into the bed.  He panted, too worn out to even moan. Drifting in exhaustion and bliss, he heard the crinkle of another condom wrapper.

“Oh holy fuck Jesus goddamn.” Scout gripped Heavy’s hips. “You’re so fuckin’ sloppy loose.”  His cock slid smoothly into Heavy’s ass, touching off a deep, bruised ache. Heavy moaned.

“You like that, huh?”  Scout let loose, pounding into him like a jackrabbit.  Heavy sobbed in pleasure and overstimulation.  “Spread that ass for me, I’m-” Scout’s words dissolved into a howl as his hips snapped against Heavy’s abused ass.

The ache throbbed through Heavy’s pelvis, touching off another shudder of pleasure. He groaned and pressed back against the Scout.

“Oh, whew.  OK. Wow.”  The smaller man flopped bonelessly over the Heavy’s back. “That was amazing.”  

“Was very good,” Heavy agreed, wincing as Scout’s softening cock slipped out of him and let a trickle of semen run down his thigh.  “You are squash hands. Please to untie?”

“Yeah, sure.” Scout hoisted himself up and admired his handiwork.  “Man, you’re a wreck.  Fuckin’ look at that.”  After a long moment of admiration, he untied the big man’s hands.

“Is true what they say,” Heavy smiled, standing up and stretching his arms.

“What’s that?”

“Size is not everything.”