My first fic, be gentle

Scout was pleased with himself. He'd managed to sneak into the engineer's workshop and carry off his prize without anyone notcing. His prize? The RED dispenser sitting on the dolly, as Scout pushed it a far off corner of the base.

"Need a dispenser here!" he said to no one in particular.

It wasn't exactly theft, as he was going to bring it back, but in the mean time it was his dispenser.

The idea had come to him when he'd been talking to Engie in his shop, and noticed a dispenser that looked different from others. It had bizarre knobs and dials on the side, and more screens then usual.

"Hey hardhat, what's with this dispenser?" he asked.

"Stand back. It's a prototype that's supposed help morale, but it doesn't quite work yet," Engie eyed the prototype, he really did need to work on it.

"Whoa, that's amazing," ignoring everything Engie said he stood right next to and basked in the warm red glow that covered him. "I feel great! I feel ama-" He looked at his pants as something stirred. "You're a freakin' perv!" He jumped back and glared accusingly.

"I told you it wasn't working! It acts on the wrong part of the mind. Now git before ya cause more trouble." Engie glared back, his face red.

Scout didn't need to be told twice and bolted out of the shop, vowing to shove the experience into the farthest recesses of his mind and leave it. However the thoughts came back to him, and decided he wanted to see exactly what the prototype did before Engie "fixed" it.

After waiting until most of the team was distracted by a campfire Engie and Pyro started, he'd been able to pilfer the prototype without being noticed. He was so proud he bounced a little as he pushed the dolly, eventually getting to the spot he was looking for.

It was an old barn used for storage, dusty, and most importantly away from everyone, no one within earshot, and no spies skulking about. He made himself a little bed in a hay bale, tossing a blanket over for comfort. Stripping down to just his boxers, turned on the dispenser, and settled in.

The feeling was a first a gentle, relaxing warmth spreading through his body. Gradually the intensity increased, and he shifted as something stood at attention.

"Mmmmph," He reached and started to stroke himself idly, twitching in pleasure. He looked at the switches, and saw one labeled "Morale" and "More Morale." It was currently set to Morale, so he gave it a quick flip. The effect was instantaneous, it was as the beam had a direct line into his pleasure center and was hitting like a jackhammer. He was in so much pleasure it was almost painful, so hard it caused aches; he laid back and just let it pass over him.

Curiosity started to get the better of him, and he saw another dial labeled "Intensity" and started turning it back and forth to feel the effects. As the name suggested it caused the power of the beam to waver, almost as if some invisible force was stroking him. It was too much for the Scout, he let out a cry as he came, squirting onto his own chest, twitching in excitement.

He quickly mashed the off button before it became too much, and laid back, panting contently.

"Best. . .dispenser. . .ever." He closed his eyes and slipped into sleep.

The BLU Spy stood, horrified but what he'd seen. He always sneaked around after hours to observe behavior, but this was not decent. He slunk quickly behind the barn, and curled up into a shivering fetal position, vowing to never use a dispenser again.