TF2 Hypno - Medic/Scout, Dream, 1.4K
synopsis: Scout reflects on the funny dreams he often has about the med bay.
content: conditioning, unaware, noncon, gaslighting, common sense alteration, exhibitionism, sluttification
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If Scout was awake right now, he’d probably be pretty weirded out by what he was doing.
If Scout was awake, it would be pretty weird that he had just walked out from his room and started heading towards the Doc’s surgery for no apparent reason, because he didn’t even have a broken bone or wanted to steal pills or nothin. Actually, the weirder part would be the inexplicable hard-on he had, the burning pleasure between his legs like it was totally normal to get all hot and bothered just thinking about where he was going. Yeah, it would be pretty fuckin strange and creepy and embarrassing if he just walked in on the Doc unannounced, with an uncertain gaze and an obvious tent in his pants, and he was awake.
But luckily, he was dreaming, so it wasn’t weird at all. He opened the door (Isn’t this door usually locked?, is what he would have thought if he was awake) and strolled right in while the Doc was hunched over a drawer, and the Medic wasn’t startled at all like he should be, normally. He just looked up over his shoulder and smiled fondly at Scout, like this was a perfectly predictable sequence of events. Typical dream logic.
“Ah, hello, Scout.” Medic smiled. “Are you having another silly dream again?”
Yes, he was dreaming. He must have drifted off to sleep some time in his room, and now he was having a funny lucid dream about going to the med bay. Scout walked without asking to the centre of the room and hoisted himself up on the operating table to give the Doc a good look at him, even if he wasn’t entirely sure why it was important to do that. With a similar vague sense of routine, he loosened his belt and pulled his pants down to his calves, then his underwear too. Medic didn’t seem perturbed by this, just cooing some weird dream-words that Scout’s conscious mind registered as gibberish, and rolling a rack full of specimens closer to the table so he had Scout in full view while he continued his own work. For good measure Scout pulled up his shirt to his armpits too, just to – um. Just to make sure the Doc could see his bare stomach and stiff nipples. All these things made perfect sense to him, just like they always made sense in his dreams.
And then… uh. Well, he did exactly what was natural to do during a wet dream about walking in on his leering doctor. He started jerking off.
The time had been that Scout might have been embarrassed about having this type of sexy dream, about another man. Scout remembered, fuzzily, the flushing humiliation he used to feel at the thoughts he first had about his teammates - the involuntary daydreams that slipped in around Heavy’s height and mass, Engineer’s older paternal drawl, the cool, casual way the Medic could manhandle him…
But, Scout thought with enormous relief, as he continued stroking himself within the dream, all that embarrassment and insecurity had gone away since his first few appointments with the Doc. As everyone on RED team knew, the Medic liked to chat a lot while he had you on the operating table… and it just so happened early on, that one of Medic’s bedside chats had drifted to the topic of Scout’s embarrassing thoughts.
Scout didn’t quite remember precisely what Medic had said way back when, when Scout had first hesitantly opened up about having his weird daydreams sometimes. Medic had given him some kinda drugs for whatever injury he had at the time, that made him feel sorta dopey and fuzzy and agreeable the whole time, but he definitely remembered how important and soothing Medic’s talk had been. He remembered how Medic, always hands-on, had been grinning and brushing his hands along Scout’s taut arms, cooing over what a fit and healthy young man he was. Explaining how a growing boy like himself must naturally be brimming with very powerful sexual thoughts. Lots of men Scout’s age had wet dreams and fantasies, Medic had said, and it was perfectly normal for those fantasies to contain men. Thinking about other males wasn’t something to worry about. It was simply a natural, unconscious way for a young man to explore his burgeoning feelings.
In fact, Medic had reassured him back in that first medical appointment, Scout didn’t really need to feel concerned at all if he ever felt the urge to look at his teammates, or experienced sexy, sleeping fantasies about homosexual encounters. Such as, for example, dreaming about sinking down into a blank, uninhibited slut in front of his special doctor. It was simply an abstract expression of desire, his growing sexually mature subconscious figuring things out, so if Scout ever had any perfectly natural wet dreams it was okay to just mentally lie back and let his body follow the path of dream logic.
After all, Scout remembered the Medic telling him in that soothingly condescending German accent, it was always easy to tell the difference between dreams and reality. Scout knew he wouldn’t ever do anything like this in reality, which meant that if he ever felt his dazed, sleepy mind doing something as odd as sitting in the med bay and jerking off in front of Medic, it must not be reality. It must just be a wet dream. A silly, natural product of his juvenile imagination, that there was no need to wonder about or remember afterwards. Scout smiled, thinking about how simple and soothing that logic was. He never had to worry about his wet dreams. He always knew they weren’t real.
Although sometimes, Scout thought distantly as he continued stroking himself in front of Medic, dreams like this got so vivid and strange he really started to feel scared. His ‘wet dreams’ seemed to feature Medic an awful lot. Sometimes he dreamed about just finishing over himself, and grinning there afterwards in a happy, sticky haze while the doctor murmured pretty words and sponged it off his legs. Sometimes his dreams went further, dreaming about the doctor chuckling and pressing his fingers in Scout’s mouth like he owned him, unbuttoning his own pants and then – and then… um. Sometimes the sensations in the dreams were so real Scout really started to worry that he hadn’t imagined them. Like all this weird stuff he dreamed about every night was actually happening in reality, and – and the doctor was some kinda creepy European pervert, brainwashing Scout into thinking he was dreaming while really trying to drug and condition him into his own personal exhibitionist sex toy -
- But, Scout’s brain interrupted smoothly and easily, hadn’t Medic taught him exactly what to do when he started worrying like that? Medic had taught him that silly, inexperienced young boys like him had such excited minds that they sometimes got confused between dreams and reality. And paranoia like that just meant it was time for another check-up with the doctor.
Whenever Scout started to get worried about his dreams, he remembered all he had to do was walk down to the med bay whenever the Doc was available, and Medic would be happy to give him the special fuzzy drugs again and have another important talk about how natural and normal it was to have his regular dreams. Silly inexperienced, insecure boys have vivid, special dreams that they don’t need to worry about, Medic would explain, and the best cure for their anxieties is always to just let an older, more knowledgeable man reassure them. Lie back and smile and nod and let their experienced doctors stroke all those silly accusatory thoughts out of their heads. That’s it, good boy, Medic always cooed as Scout lay there in his dopey, compliant afterglow. Absolutely nothing happened today that you need to remember. Just happy sexy dreams about being a good slave.
Yes, Scout reminded himself, as he felt the dream-version of Medic strip his clothes fully off now. Everything that was happening now was just an imaginary fantasy. Even if he didn’t quite remember falling asleep. Even when he felt cool linoleum against his knees as he dropped automatically in front of Medic. Even when Medic slipped himself into Scout’s mouth and his eyes rolled back like a good conditioned fuckdoll, he always knew that everything happening right now was just a silly, spontaneous dream he would forget about later. It felt so good to be dreaming.
And when Medic was finished with him, Scout knew it would be time to stumble out of the med bay and right back to his own bed, and wake up from his dream. Wake up with no memories of the dream except a nice, happy fuzzy feeling and the knowledge that nothing strange at all had happened. Just like he always did.