YO! This is a gift to Bk, inspired by her latest Scoutcest picture. -Kay

Contains NSFW material involving the CBS Twins and Sailorscout

The sequel  A Show of Force
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     Heavy panting echoed through the small room, accompanied by small whimpers, sharp hisses, and the occasional chuckle. Slowly Tyler regained his lost sense of time, but only for a brief point before Mike reclaimed his lips anew. His thoughts jumbled, trying to figure out exactly how this came to be. With him. Trapped between two psychotic, murderous men.
    
      It all seemed to happen so fast. He recalled leaving the tailorshop trying to break in a new outfit Jean had made for him. It was late and he was making his way to his own room for some sleep. However when he opened his door and stepped inside, his insides twisted and he felt…uneasy, and he soon found out why. They seemed to appear just out of the shadows. A hand closed over his mouth firmly, two seized his arms, and another trailed along his hip before he was pulled to the ground.

     ”Well lookie who finally decided to show up! Everyones favorite crossdresser! We’ve been waiting for you Sweetie!” Mike exclaimed, a sinister and cruel grin painted on his lips. Tyler’s heart felt as if it had literally stopped. They had escaped again!

     A long while ago the boys had escaped from their cell, Sydney being the unfortunate one to find out. He had been in bad shape when they had finally reached him. And now, it was he who was now confronting them.

     ”Cute dress Ty! I like it!” Mike continued, raking his pale blue eyes over Tyler’s prone form, breaking Tyler from his memory. The older Twin loomed over him, a wide smirk ever present. “What do ya think Gabe?” He suddenly asked, head tilting up to look at who was also looming over him. The feeling in Tyler’s stomach sank as he too looked up.
The younger Twin’s face remained blank, as he sighed and closed his eyes before opening again and looking down at him, then back to his brother. Mike began laughing.

    ”Don’t worry bro! He ain’t goin’ no where. And believe me when I say this’ll be worth the boring wait.” Mike smirked as he glanced back down at Tyler, who shivered despite himself. “So Ty! Me and my baby bro here were just wondering around after getting out of that fuckin cell thinkin to ourselves what would be fun to do for the night! Then I had a fan-fuckin tastic idea!” He paused for a moment, and Tyler took this as an opportunity after a strange surge of courage to sneer “You?! Having an idea? That’s a freakin first!”

     As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted it. Mike’s eyes narrowed and brought his hand firmly down across Tyler’s face, causing the scout to wail. Through the stinging pain in his face he felt Gabe’s hands that were holding his arms above his head grow progressively tighter.

     ”You should really watch what you fuckin say bitch” Mike growled despite still wearing a grin. Then slowly he leaned and claimed Tyler’s lips with his, abusing his mouth and tearing at his lips til they were bruised and swollen. Tyler gasped for breath when Mike finally pulled away with a smirk. Then the collar of his dress was seized and he was made to sit up against Gabe’s chest.

     ”Go on Gabe. Have a fuckin taste!” Mike exclaimed. Slowly one of the hands seizing his arms vanished and instead snaked along his neck before his head was forced upwards and cold lips descended upon his. Unlike Mike, however, Gabe did not stop tearing at his lips until they were ripped open and bleeding. Tyler felt a growl rumble through Gabe’s chest and the boy lapped up the warm blood offered to him. By the time Gabe finally released him he could register rough and cold hands sliding up along his thighs, sneaking under the dress, gliding over his panties and gripping his hips firmly. Tyler felt his stomach drop when his lower body was pulled and pressed against Mike’s own, feeling the psycho’s growing erection through his pants.

     ”Taste good Gabe? That’s what I thought” The boy jeered, pressing closer to the helpless scout and placing his lips close to the boy’s ear. “Mmm the things we are going to do to youuu Ty” Mike whispered huskily, drawling on the word you.

     At this point in time Tyler’s brain was already on overload from a mixture of emotions. Intense fear, confusion, and a snowball’s chance in hell if he ever admit it outloud, but a strange, itty bitty tinge of arousal. He whimpered when he felt Mike’s tongue trail across the shell of his ear, down his neck, and then having his collarbone nipped at. Tyler could not stop the small yelp he released when Mike started grinding his hips against Tyler’s.

     ”Relax, its much easier that way Ty” Mike cooed in his ear. Then the Twin hefted himself up to look at his other half. Gabe seemed partly amused, but Mike also knew that he was growing quickly bored. Smirking he leaned forward and pressed his own lips to that of his Twin’s, growling in the process. However Mike did not expect for his brother to push him away. Glaring questioning at him he watched as Gabe released Tyler’s arms, who in turn curled them against his chest. Slowly Gabe began unraveling his bandages from around his hands. Amused he watched as his brother grabbed Tyler’s hands and used one of the set of bandages to bind his arms in front of him, and used the remaining bandages as a makeshift blindfold. Mike soon realized what his little brother was up to and showed it by grinning.

     Gabe leaned forward and Mike gladly returned to kissing his twin, tugging playfully at his lips. His right hand trailed along his brothers arm and stopped when he reached Gabe’s shoulder. He grabbed the sleeve of his brother’s shirt, and pulled, ripping the fabric and having Gabe’s shoulder exposed. Gabe pressed closer and bit at the tongue Mike shoved past his lips. He tore it open and lapped at the blood presented with his own.

     ”..Fuckin..heavy..Can’t..” a voice rasped, causing the twins to stop and glance down. Mike was straddling him while Gabe had his arms on Tyler’s chest, pressing down hard as he leaned towards Mike.  Both these factors were causing Tyler problems on breathing properly. Gabe let up a bit of the pressure and watched as Tyler took in precious air more easily now.

     ”Don’t think we’ve forgotten about you princess” Mike stated plainly, grabbing Tyler by his binded hands and hauling him up on his knees. Grabbing his hips he pushed Tyler up against Gabe as he leaned back and slid off his own shirt, his bandages slightly coming undone in the process. He watched as Gabe nipped at Tyler’s neck before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh, quickly and easily tearing open the skin and causing it to bleed and causing Tyler to cry out a shrill “Fuck!” . And Mike would not deny, the sight was quite lovely. He joined his brother, pressing his naked chest against Tyler’s as his hands slipped over Tyler to grab his brothers’s hips and pulled him forward, causing Gabe’s crotch to grind against Tyler’s clothed rear.

     Tyler didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t see what was going on, could only hear and feel. As such his remaining senses seemed enhanced. He could certainly feel Mike’s hard-on poking him in the front, and Gabe’s slowly growing one pressing against his backside. Certainly hear Gabe’s growls as he bit into his neck and drank his blood. After he managed to suppress the tightly wounded gut feeling in his stomach, he was faced with a new problematic feeling. A tingling warm sensation growing in his stomach and down to his own crotch. Mike’s chuckling gave way to his trance.

     ”See! Ain’t so bad is it. And the fun’s just getting started princess!” Mike laughed heartily. “Gabe get his hands.” Tyler felt a hand travel from his shoulder down to his bound hands, which felt sore and a bit stiff. The binds were then undone and his hands now free. He used them to grasp at Mike’s bare shoulder as he felt a hand slink into his hair and remove his blindfold. First thing he saw was Mike’s trademark smirk, accompanied by amusement dancing in his eyes.

     Tyler gasped as Mike’s hands traveled back under his dress and and felt fingers hook around the corners of his purple laced panties.  Tyler grabbed at Mike’s arms, causing his bandages to slide off further. He panted, this anxious aroused feeling consuming his mind. His face flushed as his body reacted to this kind of intimate closeness. Mike slid the undergarment off one of Tyler’s smooth legs.

     ”Gabe back up a bit” Mike instructed. Gabe did as told, giving the two space as Mike grabbed Tyler’s hips and lifted him up, Tyler shyly locking his legs around Mike’s torso to avoid his head colliding with the ground. Mike lowered the two of them to the ground, biting the other side of his neck harshly, causing a sharp enough pain that his eyes watered and a single tear to slip from his eyes. Mike trailed his way up to Tyler’s lips, a trail of blood dripping from his lips. ‘Bastard’ Tyler thought, as Mike kissed him, forcing his tongue into his mouth and sliding along his teeth.

     Gabe watched from above, face blank as usual. This wasn’t as fun as Mike had made it out to be. He sat on his legs as he observed the two before an idea of his own formed in his head. It seemed fun and would cause pain and draw out more noises from the scout. Sliding one hand along Tyler’s shoulder and the other through his brother’s hair, he leaned forward to whisper his idea into his brother’s ear, a light smirk painted on his usually plain features.

     Mike paused his assault on Tyler’s mouth to listen to his brother’s words. A butcher grin split across his face as he laughed. “That does sound fun! Alright I’m game.”

     Before the haze completely disappeared from Tyler’s mind to question this new idea he felt fingers pressing against his entrance. He cried out in protest as Mike forced them inside. It hurt quite a bit and he banged his fists against Mike’s shoulders. “S-stop!”

     Mike giggled, yes giggled at Tyler’s efforts. “You don’t mean that princess. Believe me we’re being sugar sweet here so I think you should stop your bitchin. Its not convincing” Mike jeered, scissoring his fingers and stretching Tyler as much as he deemed needed. Then he looked up at his brother who nodded and slipped close enough where Mike’s other hand could unbutton his younger twin’s pants. Slipping his hand inside he seized the partly hardened member roughly and drew it out, stroking it a few times and dragging his fingernails against it for good measure, causing Gabe to hiss and close his eyes.

     Piecing two and two together, Tyler slowly formed his own idea on what these two sick fucking bastards were planning for him, too bad it would be worse than he thought. He focused as he felt Mike’s fingers slip out. However he was surprised as he felt Gabe grasp his shoulders and pull him up. Then his hips were seized and he was cruelly shoved down onto Gabe’s cock. Tyler’s eyes were wide as tears streamed down his cheeks. He would have screamed if not for Mike’s lips being crushed against his, muffling his screams and whimpers. It hurt, it hurt so bad. Sadly this was only the tip of the ice burg.

     Mike released his lips and mumbled something along the lines of “Now here comes the tricky part.” Tyler watched as Mike placed himself between his legs and felt him attempt to slip his finger’s back in. Though still in great pain, he realized Gabe had not moved or thrusted after impaling Tyler on his dick. He felt a further stinging pain as Mike found a way to fit his fingers in and once again scissored them. Tyler let loose a stream of curses and whimpers as he closed his eyes tightly and he tried to focus on breathing properly.

     ”You’re bleeding. That should make this easier.” Mike stated, removing his fingers and watching the blood drip from his fingers. Such a pretty color. Closing his eyes he unbuttoned his own pants and pushed them far enough out of the way to pull out his own hardened cock. Taking a breath he grabbed Tyler’s thighs and pushed forward as hard as he could. Immediately he smashed their lips together as Tyler screamed bloody murder.

     Tyler cried, yelped, whimpered and flailed about as he tried to escape this burning pain. He was being split in half. At least thats what it felt like. Vaguely, he thought he heard Gabe chuckling behind him. Words were being exchanged but he couldn’t make them out through this pain filled daze he was trapped in. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. Dying was preferable to this torture. Of course, why should he expect any different from the CBS Twins?
  
     ”..H..Hurts..” He managed to croak out, finally seperating his mouth from Mike’s. Mike’s expression, or maybe he was imagining it, turned thoughtful.

     ”I know it does Sweetie” he half mocked. Then, just when Tyler thought he could bear the pain, Gabe and Mike started thrusting at the same time. Both releasing moans and hisses while Tyler was left a wailing mess. A sharp pain in his shoulder only briefly distracted him from their brutal thrusts. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself to fade away from the pain.

     Through his pleasure Mike studied Tyler’s face, which face was deeply contorted in pain, his eyes squeezed shut. Any other time he really would not mind, even preferred his victims like this. But this time he wanted it to be different. Changing his angle he continued thrusting along with his brother, searching.

     Mike was soon rewarded when Tyler’s eyes snapped open, hands tightly gripping his shoulders while the boy released a loud gasp. “Found it” he triumphantly declared. He tilted his head over Tyler’s shoulder to lick his brother’s cheek, gaining the brutal boys attention. Wearing a shit eating grin Mike roughly bit his brother’s lip, tearing it open. Gabe understood the message and also angled himself differently. Then they began thrusting in a different rhythm, one after another. This way they could constantly keep their prey pleasured while offering a bit of pain in the process.

     Tyler didn’t know what to think. He had been forcefully ripped out of his state of pain when Mike had hit his prostate, a quick jolt of pleasure coursing through him. Then Gabe had moved and now it was constant. One after another. Tyler moaned and squealed in pleasure, more so when he felt two hands grab his erection, one gripping him tightly while the other stroked him.

     If this kept up Tyler knew he wouldn’t last. The smell of blood, moans coming from in front and behind him, jolts of electricty fast rocketing through his being, the heat. Tyler couldn’t take it. He cried out as he came, clenching tightly around the two brothers who in turn gave loud moans and Tyler felt them both releasing inside him, his insides bathed in wet warmth. Then a whole lot of static.

     Movement. He couldn’t tell. Tyler felt exhausted. Words were said. More movement. Then he felt empty. Then he was lifted, and dropped on something soft. His bed?

     Mike sighed in content, laying on Tyler’s bed after dropping the dazed boy on it. His brother joined him, laying against his chest. This was nice he thought. He noticed Gabe staring at him, and Mike ruffled his hair. Then Gabe sat up and straddled him causing Mike to shoot him a questioning look. “What Gabe?”

    The younger brother didn’t respond, only trailing his hands up and down his twin’s scarred arms. He leaned down and kissed him, forcing his own tongue inside his brother’s mouth. Mike moaned and pushed against the appendege with his own. Teeth clashed and tongues wrestled for control while Mike slipped his hands over Gabe’s pants, trying to pull them down further. Pulling them down as far as they would go in this position he sat up, breaking their kiss and wrapped his arms around his brother to pull him closer. He bit his brother’s shoulder, drawing blood and welcomed the familiar taste into his mouth.

     ”Mi..Mike” his brother whispered, voice oddly gentle. However that was short lived as Gabe’s face suddenly changed, features turning dark as he shoved his brother down on the bed, clawing at his pants until they were off. Mike was stunned, not expecting the mood swing, but knowing how to deal with it. He knew what his brother wanted, needed. He spread his legs and Gabe settled between them, Mike taking a breath and prepared for what was to come.

     His brother wasted no time shoving himself inside his twin, reveling in Mike’s pained cry. Tyler had not been enough for him. He needed Mike. Grunting he thrusted without a hint of remorse, watching Mike’s pained expressions. He trailed his lips against Mike’s neck before biting into him, loving the taste of blood and wanting more. When they were done here, they needed to kill something. Horribly. Messily. Tyler was an option, Gabe considered, glancing over at the boy laying next to them as he continued thrusting into his brother, Mike’s cries turning into moans.

     Tyler stared at the two with blurred vision, confused and a bit fascinated at the sight. It seemed like the same person was fucking themselves, or something like that… Briefly, he wished to he had the Strength to sneer at how Mike was his little brother’s bitch. It took the tired boy to notice the latter looking at him. Eyes as cold as ice. Watching him, looking through him. Tyler didn’t like it. He closed his eyes to avoid those of Gabriel’s. A few moments later he heard a long moan along with a loud grunt.

    ”Enjoy the show?” A voice suddenly asked. Tyler opened his eyes to find Mike sitting up on his elbows, chest covered in small scratches his brother had inflicted, his neck a bloody mess. They were both staring at him. Mike wearing his usual grin, Gabe’s face blank like always before. Gabe climbed off his brother, pulling his pants up and stretching. He looked at Mike, who sighed.

     ”Relax Bro jeez, the night isn’t over yet. We’ll kill some bastards I promise.” Mike said, running a hand through his hair. A gasp from the doorway grabbed all three scouts attention. It was one of the few maids that worked around the Team King base, keeping it clean and presentable. The small woman covered her mouth with her hands before taking off. Gabe quickly glanced at Mike who nodded, causing the younger boy to grin and rush out the room with intentions as dark as his heart.

     ”Well that was fun no?” Mike asked, glancing over at Tyler, whose mind was still foggy. After putting on his own pants Mike crawled over to Tyler and slightly jostled him. ” Hey. You listen to me, and you listen to me good hear? I ain’t stupid enough to believe that were gonna blow this joint tonight. But even if we’re caught. We’ll get out again. We’ve learned to be very patient.”

     Tyler was confused. Why was Mike telling him this? What was the point?

    ”I’ve really grown to like you Tyler. It would be such a damn shame if you were around when we decide to kill everyone here. Don’t wanna see your pretty face get fucked up.” Mike continued, gently stroking Tyler’s cheek with his hand. “So a hint of advice. Get the hell out of here while you still can Ty.”

     With that, Mike sat up and slid off the bed, turning to wink at him before he exited the room. Leaving Tyler alone to ponder on his words and the nights events. Their behavior, what they did, the things they said. It occurred to Tyler that these two really had been gentle with him tonight, or else he’d be in really worse shape. Grabbing the edge of his blanket he curled it around himself and fell into a fretful slumber.

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     Mike walked down the barely lit hallway, whistling a tune he heard from somewhere to himself. Eventually he reached his brother, chewing on the severed hand of the maid. It was a gruesome sight. Her face had been smashed in and her intestines had been pulled out. He smiled at the small grin on his brother’s face when the younger boy acknowledged his presence. He grabbed the side of Gabe’s head and pecked him on his cheek. “Having fun?” He whispered. Gabe nodded. “Back there…fun too.”

     ”Thats good” Mike said, the two suddenly jolting when the wailing sound of a alarm went off. “About time” Mike gruffed. He took a hold of his brother’s hand as they ran down the hall, looking for their next victim. One day, they’d be free from here. They’d escape, and kill everyone who had kept them here. One day. They just had to be patient enough.

     It was only a matter of time.