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12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I sway back and forth slowly, my wrists burning as they take all of my 235 pounds. But that was the least of my issues - I was losing blood from multiple wounds fast. Bicep, back, side and pec.There was more red than white on my slick sweaty skin as the black alpha Darius circled me as prey. The knife he wielded could have been the sharpest in the world but I wouldn’t have known with all of the other pain my body was in.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “You fuck…..like a bitch,” I spit out weakly. “I barely felt you in there.” That was true too given the rest of the body pain. But the mental pain was there - fuck was it ever. ‘Darius had gotten the best of me again. And he was going to kill me, at his pace. But it didn’t mean I was going to give him the satisfaction of breaking my will.’

12:26 DariusJames: Darius snarled at you, his knife against your balls. “What do you think, bitch, should I slice your nuts off and send them back to Chris as a gift? Do you think you would feel that? I’m going to have so much fun watching you die, but first,I’m going to let Derek know about this stroke of fortune. He might have some interesting ideas regarding your very short future.”

12:26 DariusJames: Darius staggers back to his office, grabs his phone and walks back over to you. He makes a call, smiling at you the entire time. “Derek, hey, it’s Darius. FYI.. I just caught Nick Wilson trying to give me a bad case of dead.” He nods, listening to Derek on the other end. “He’s a bitch Derek. I’m better than him, and now he knows it for sure. I’ve got him strung up from one of the forklifts here. What I want to do is slowly cut his nuts off one at a time and watch him bleed out, but I figured I should let you know ..”

12:26 DariusJames: He trails off listening to Derek speak energetically on the other side. “Yeah, yeah, you are right. If we could find out the location of the new CCS command center, then that means we could cut the head off the snake. Yep, I’ll make him talk before I kill him. Sure thing Derek, okay, I’ll let you know how it goes.” He hangs up the phone, then turns to look at you.

12:26 DariusJames: “Derek is a smart dude Nick… thanks to him, you are going to live a little while longer. But I wouldn’t be too grateful. We are going to have a little chat about you, your mission, how you found me, and most especially where Chris and the CCS are headquartered these days. You might get a little longer to live, but every remaining second is going to be filled with unimaginable suffering.”

12:26 DariusJames: The brutal Syndicate officer pulls back his fist, and smashes you in your abs with a savage blow, his entire body, his chiseled, ripped muscles tense and rippling with power as he drives that fist in like a sledgehammer, looking to totally break your abs.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I listen to Darius, hanging weakly from the forklift as it appears my death is not so certain. The only good thing about this is that I know what Darius doesn’t seem to suspect. That I am not alone in his facility. My thoughts trail to Mason and I bite my lip at the thought of the Brit coming in and saving me. But I’d prefer to live than die so I could deal with that and buy him a drink later.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: As Darius hangs up with the Syndicate’s top contractor, he walks over slowly, his body worn and beaten up, blood flowing still from multiple wounds, his big cock still hard from the raping he gave me. “You aren’t man enough to break me, Darius. That information I’ll keep to my grave,” I spit out in response. “

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: He comes in on me, his alpha body flexing hard as he drives his fist into my exposed ribs. The one punch is hard and heavy but not as strong as he expected either, the loss of blood and his massive rape tiring him some. Pain still erupted in my mid section as I grunted, swinging like a slab of meat on a hook backward and left, then back toward him. I use the momentum to swing my foot up and try and tag him in the balls, showing defiance even as I yelp out in pain trying to pull off the move.

12:26 DariusJames: Darius snarls, feeling the exhaustion and pain washing through him, the shredded remains of his ear throbbing painfully. As your foot catches his balls, he growls in pain. The blow isn’t hard enough to hurt very much, but the defiance really pisses him off. He staggers over, streaming blood to the wall, where a sledgehammer is resting against the wall.

12:26 DariusJames: He grabs the sledgehammer, hefting it. He walks over, and measures you. “Fuck you, you worthless piece of shit.” He swings the heavy hammer, tensing, he’s tired, but he focuses hard, twisting from his hips, driving the solid steel head of the hammer right over your belly button with a massive swing.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I watch as Darius gets a bit frustrated, a weak smile coming to my face. “You are weak Darius. No balls to let me down and let me finish you like the bitch you are,” I taunt in paced breaths, my chest going in and out fast as blood continues to pour down my sweaty body. “You need a mallet to do the work,” I laugh, spitting up some blood in the process but know I’m in trouble when he comes over with it.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: He puts his full muscle into it, his body tiring but he lets the weapon do the work as it swings and slams into my exhausted and stretched body. I try to twist my body to minimize the target and am marginally successful but the hammer face is large and blunt and still slams into my body, breaking two of my ribs in the process. I roar in pain, my body swinging back and then forward again toward him as my face looks skyward, the scream filling the loading dock. The ribs don’t press into my internals but the fire in my gut is still intense as my eyes lose focus, a bit dazed from the pain, feeling like I want to throw up.

12:26 DariusJames: Darius growled, spitting in your face as you writhed in pain from the savage blow to your core, taunting you right back, “I think the situation speaks for itself, Nick. Look where you are. Look where I am. Just like last time. You fought, and you lost. Why? Because I’m better than you. And you fucking know it. You WILL tell me what I want to know!” He swings the sledgehammer again, brutally ruthless, his thick muscle rippling with power, his biceps bulging, blood dripping down his body, as he smashes the heavy steel head of the sledgehammer once again, directly towards the centre of your thickly muscled abs, he’s looking to simply pulverize your core.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: My body is busted but my cock is still rock hard as I swing back and forth, leaking pre non-stop as Darius growls, clearly frustrated. ‘You’re too………tired…….to finish me man……….to man.” I grunt out. “I’ll tell you…..NOTHING MOTHERFUCKER! ARRRRRGHHHHHHH” I scream out again as the sledge slams into me, rocking my body and spinning it the wrist straps getting tighter as my core looses another rib with an audible crack. Cum flies from my cock, roping out in front of me onto the ground as the blood is pumping faster out of my wounds. The pain snaps me out of the dazed state but I feel sick, wanting to pass out and fighting it.

12:26 DariusJames: “I’ll finish you anytime I want you fucking piece of shit. That’s twice now you’ve tried to take me, and twice you’ve failed. You can’t handle being my bitch can you?” Darius is grinning now, his frustration easing, seeing how much damage he’s doing to your body is getting his cock hard again, despite the damage he’s taken. Seeing him literally smash the cum out of your cock turns him on even more.

12:26 DariusJames: He walks around behind you, and makes a fist, “You know what, Nick, I think it’s time I bitch you properly. That might loosen your tongue a bit.” Darius plants his fist right at your asshole. He grunts, his bicep flexing with power, then driving up from the shoulder, engaging his core, he summons his strength, fighting past his injuries and fatigue, driven by the need to utterly fuck you up, begins impaling your ass on his heavy fist, grunting and blasting his arm up, his fist and muscle overcoming your resistance, sinking suddenly deep up your ass, splitting your ass wide open, until Darius’s arm sinks up to the elbow inside your guts, he’s not being gentle about it.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I swing weakly from the bindings of the forklift as I start to drift more and more. Darius’ taunt doesn’t really comprehend as each breathe has sharp agony with it. My eyes start to close, nearly closed fully until then they shoot open again as Darius invades my body violently, his thick-fingered fist ripping up and into my hole, then going beyond to my prostate and even further as I roar, bucking forward but with no ab power to do anything about it. He ropes out two more loads from my balls, nearly fully drained at this point as he splits me open, the primal scream turning into a wail of not just physical pain but mental anguish as nobody has violated me this way before.

12:26 DariusJames: Darius whispers up towards you, “We can play this a few different ways Nick… You can tell me where the CCS has setup their new HQ. In that case, I will give you a quick, clean death. Or, you can resist me, and I can rip your guts out from the inside, slice your nuts off very slowly, and keep you awake and alive in more anguish then you can imagine.” He opens his hand inside your guts, and grabs a handful of your insides, grinning as he does.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “Fucckkkkk………you……..Darius……” I whisper, blood and saliva dripping out of my mouth. Then a world of pain issues as Darius opens his eyes wide and gasps, a shriek emitting from me as my body convulses. Veins pop from my thick neck, my traps fully flexed as i feel bile in my mouth and pure white hot agony in my core, my body convulsing and spasming and then darkness washed over me.

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: I stagger out of the warehouse, feeling battered and bruised, not quite able to put my full weight on my left leg, but at least the makeshift tourniquet has stopped the bleeding. Every breath feels like a line of fire across my abs.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I back track to the intersection where we parted, carrying my taser in my right hand. It’s quieter than my pistol, and I can’t afford raising a general alarm right now. We are on the clock, and I have to get out of here. I follow the directions we tortured out of the dead guard back in the break room, and enter Darius’s office.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I’m expecting to find you waiting for me, with Darius dead or captured. I look around quickly, but there is no one here. The place is utterly trashed, broken tables, bashed in drywall, shattered monitors, and… a blown out window.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I quickly dart to the window and look out. My eyes widen in shock. FUCK ME.
I find you all right, but not how I expected. If we survive… I’m due a whole hell of a lot more than just a free round of drinks. You are hanging from the tines of a forklift, and covered in so much blood that I’m not sure you are still alive. A stream of blood is pouring out of your mouth, and even from this distance, I can see your left pec has been savagely mauled, not to mention the gruesome puncture wound on your bicep.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: And.. a wooden splinter is sticking out of your side, you’ve been impaled somehow. Fuck.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: But the most disturbing sight of all is the sight of an impossibly muscled black man, sculpted and more muscular than a greek god, kneeling next to you with his arm up your ass to the elbow. I have no time to consider the consequences, I act. I step through the window, point my taser and ZAP that mother fucker, this must be Darius, with my taser. Of course, he’s in … intimate … contact with yourself, and I hope to hell that if you are still alive, the shock doesn’t kill you.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Both of you twitch violently for a few moments. I wince as the convulsions Darius are experiencing are very likely to tear up the inside of your ass even more.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I rush up, ignoring the pain in my hobbled left leg, grab my combat knife, and smash the butt of the handle against Darius’s temple before he could recover from the taser, calibrating the blow carefully so as not to kill him. I wasn’t certain, but I was guessing he’d be more valuable to the CCS alive rather than dead. Capturing him, and interrogating him, could finally give us an advantage over the Syndicate. I carefully extract his arm out of your ass, wincing at the wash of bloody ass slime pouring out after. You are in seriously bad shape, but alive. Your pulse is weak and faltering though. I have to stabilize you before you bleed out. I cut you down from the forklift, and grunt with the pain as I take your full weight over my shoulder.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I lay you out and work fast, ripping strips off of my already tattered combat trousers to staunch the bleeding in your bicep and pec. You are severely fucked up. Man, I glance at Darius, that is one sadistic mother fucker. I wrap the strips of my trousers around your bicep and pec, noting even now, in the midst of battle and crisis, the hard thick cut of your muscle, and the incredibly handsome profile of your face. What a man. Something churns in my guts, and I feel a sense of incredible closeness and protectiveness towards you. Something about all that power.. All that incredible muscle.. wounded, vulnerable, near death. The entire situation reaches inside and grabs me by the balls. I swear to myself that you are going to live through this no matter what.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I check the time, we’ve got about 6 minutes left. FUCK. I scan the loading dock… THERE. A van. That’s our way out. I examine the van. I can hotwire it no problem. I pick the lock on the rear doors, working fast, focus and concentration honed into laser sharpness.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I stagger back, with Darius over my shoulder, and toss him into the back of the van like a sack of garbage. I didn’t have time to secure his wrists, but I was confident he’d be out for a long time. I’d hit him hard enough to ensure that.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I return back for you, intending to get the fuck out of here before the entire facility is blown sky high. There’s only five minutes left now.

12:26 JoseAndPhillip: All of a sudden, there are voices coming from the office as two more guards, Jose and Phillip, step up on the open door to the hallway, wanting to come bust Darius’ balls about how long it could possibly take for Kurt and Brian to get the television for them to watch the game.

12:26 JoseAndPhillip: “Hey boss,” Phillip exclaimed casually as he walked into the office. “How many Syndicate officers does it take to….HOLY SHIT! - Jose - sound the alarm. We’ve got something going down.”

12:26 JoseAndPhillip: Jose turned and ran back down the hall as Phillip moved forward, through the office. He stalked carefully, leaving his firearm at his side as he had been told countless times when moving toward the loading doc. Too many munitions there could blow the building sky high. He looked out into the loading dock and saw you kneeling by my naked body. He charged in, pulling his combat knife from his belt and grabbing the blade, then throwing it, whizzing end over end toward your head.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: FUCK!!! I’m just about to heave you up when I hear noises coming from the office, I look up at the shattered remnants of the window in time to see a goddamn knife twisting towards me. I throw my head to the side, and reach down to my tactical belt, drawing my pistol. No time to put another cartridge in my taser, and besides the game was up now. Conscious that a stray bullet would do no favors, but not seeing any live munitions hanging around, I don’t hesitate, kneeling in front of you to shield your body, ready to take a bullet. Most of my body armour is still intact. I hope.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: In a split second, with precise timing and my excellent markmanship, I raise the silenced pistol and fire a bullet towards the guard’s head. I can’t waste time. FUCK. No time for this now.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: The bullet flies straight toward Phillip’s head and buries itself in his eye, going straight through as blood explodes from his face and he falls to the ground mid-charge at you, going limp immediately.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: You start to hear voices and then an alarm. Red lights start to strobe as a loud siren starts to begin. It causes me to stir as my eyes flutter and open weakly, my naked body fully exposed and broken or punctured in so many places. I look up weakly, knowing who you are but unable to say anything over the sound which is ringing in my head and making the world seem blurry. But even with the sensory overload, I know you are there. I feel this protection, this loyalty that perhaps I don’t deserve but that you are extending nonetheless to get us out of there safe. I pass out again in that moment but not before the image of James Mason appears confident and strong as we are together again in the woods outside of the facility, my cock stiffening slightly before the darkness takes me.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I watch with satisfaction as Phillip’s head explodes from the well placed shot. But then suddenly, I hear more voices and all hell breaks loose with alarms and flashing red lights. Well fuck. I check the time, 4 minutes, 30 seconds for us to be the fuck out of here. I notice you are stirring, and feel relieved that you are even able to regain consciousness, but I have no time to admire you. I slip into double time, heaving your muscled ass up over my shoulder, grit my teeth and sprint for that fucking van. Every step is like driving a knife into my sliced open thigh, and fresh blood stains my tourniquet.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Doesn’t matter. Keeping you safe, getting out of here is all that matters. Pain can wait.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I carefully dump you into the back of the van next to the knocked out Darius with considerable more solicitude. Then, I turn to slam the doors shut and head for the driver's seat.

12:26 Jose: As you slam the door to the van shut and turn for the driver's seat, there is a heavily muscled latino in your face with short cropped hair, a military green t-shirt on with camo pants, belt with full kit, and black boots. "Where do you think you're going, motherfucker?" he asks you in a normal voice, his muscled bicep that hugs his t-shirt rippling as he fires his right fist straight toward your nose.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: My normally acute senses dulled by the flashing lights and sirens, I am utterly taken by surprise when I turn around, I start to fire my defensive reactions but I was well and truly caught flat footed by the handsome, thickly muscled latino guard, and his massively ripped bicep propels his fist into my nose with sickening power. There is a savage explosion of blood as my nose breaks from the impact, my head brutally snapping back on my neck, smashing so hard into the rear window of the van door behind me, the safety glass cracks in a spiderweb pattern, and I slide down, momentarily legless from the unexpected attack.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Brain not functioning… guns and strobe lights going off in my head. I’ve already been through a gruelling battle, and my reserves of strength and stamina have been sorely taxed.. I slide down the back of the van, the impact with the window having cut open the back of my head, leaving a streak of red as my glazed head slides down the white van on my way down.

12:26 Jose: The latino guard smirks, happy to see your body get rocked backward into the truck, the glass spidering and your blood all over the white truck as you start to slide down the truck. But then, he doesn't let you fall. He's nearly 40 pounds heavier than you and all muscle. He steps up close on you and grabs you under your arms, driving his hands into your pits as he stops your fall. He drives his right knee up hard into your groin, looking to punish your manhood in a shock and awe offensive, looking to keep you scrambled and on your back feet. Then slowly he lifts you up, looking you again at eye level.

12:26 Jose: "I said... where the fuck do you think you are going?" he says as he slams his forhead toward your nose, looking to further mangle your beautiful face and rock it again into the truck's glass window.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I’m barely conscious as the massive muscled latino beast grabs my armpits and effortlessly hoists me up, pinning me against the van doors. When he smashes his knee full into my nuts with massive strength the consequences are savage. They were already abused by Liam earlier, and my body’s reserves are at an all time low, I react by vomiting up some bile, my body heaving uncontrollably. Usually I would be able to control my reaction, but I’m too dazed right now.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: He lifts me up as I convulse, my brain misfiring. Then he smashes his forehead into my broken nose, sending out another explosion of blood, and fucking my nose up so bad it’s going to require plastic surgery. It also knocks me completely the fuck out, and I go totally limp, my head smashed back into the already broken window, cutting my head further, and sending shards of safety glass to rain down on you and Darius.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: That probably would have been it for me, except my timepiece rings in a distinctive tone that cuts through the sirens and goes right to my hindbrain. I had set that timepiece at the same time I set the C4 charges, for 10 minutes. That tone was the two minute warning. I suddenly get jolted awake, assaulted by sickening pain from every part of my body, my nuts, my sliced thigh and abs, my ruined nose most of all. I’m aware of only one thing through the fog of pain, in two minutes, this entire building is going to become a large crater, and I swore an oath. Nick Wilson is going to live through this. That’s all that matters. I can’t think, my brain is too rattled to process thoughts. But I can act without thinking. My hand darts forward suddenly to the Latino’s belt. Grabs the handle of a wicked combat knife. And drives the blade up to the hilt up into his crotch, the most convenient target considering the height difference and my slumping posture against the van.

12:26 Jose: The latino's arms shake as he holds you up, so confident in his victory. He hears the beeping of your timer as well but isn't sure what to make of it, his face looking confused, then it hardens again as he looks you in the eyes, seeing you awake so quickly. He rips his head backward to headbutt you again, wanting to knock you out fully. As he swings forward, the knife cuts into him, driving up into his camo pants, slicing the fabric and lord knows what else as you bury it in him.

12:26 Jose: His neck muscles clench and veins pop from his head as it turns red rapidly, a gutteral roar of agony escaping his lips as he loses all arm strength, dropping you. He backs up slowly, the knife embedded, hilt sticking out of his pants as they rapidly stain with blood. His legs wobble as he falls onto his ass, looking down in horror as he slowly grips the knife's hilt and pulls it from his pants. It's coated in blood as he roars in pain again, falling onto his back and rolling over in uncontrollable pain as you damaged multiple nerves with the thrust.

12:26 Adams: The sirens continue to blare, the lights continue to flash as more voices can be heard. You start to make your way to the drivers side door when all of a sudden a blonde merc comes out of a side door to the loading doc. The sirens mask the sound of the door opening as this ripped Syndicate enforcer, who looks like Guile from Street Fighter with a sculpted jaw line and ripped muscled body, comes charging at you. He's dressed in full battle fatigues, a black vest covering his camo shirt with the name "Adams" on it. As you open the drivers side door he comes in from behind and slams into your back, driving you face forward into the door.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I’m staggering, nearly to the drivers side door when another merc blasts out of a side door. My eyes go wide.. The dude is a fucking massive muscle beast. The Syndicate must include steroids as an employment benefit. Goddamn, he’s hot as shit, not that I’m in any condition to appreciate that. I don’t have time to finish opening the door. I don’t even have time to turn fully before the massive blond muscled merc pancakes me into the door. My arms only just keep my nose from getting smashed again.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I’m totally exhausted, wounded, bleeding, injured, but those are all excuses for the kind of men that would be dead by now. I kick my boot back violently, trying to smash the heel of my boot into his nuts in a donkey kick, but it doesn’t connect. Fuck, that doesn’t stop me though, I turn on a dime facing him, reaching out to grab his head, preparing to bash his face in. Running on fury and fumes and the sheer need to get out of here.

12:26 Adams: Adams barrels into you and pins you to the door, the hinges groaning under the weight. He's smarter than you give him credit for though as you go for the donkey kick, he anticipates it and sidesteps. You turn toward him but he is ready for you as he blasts a big uppercut up into your ribs before you can think, your fatigue clearly hurting your judgement. He sends another uppercut up into your ribs. "You ain't going nowhere, bitch," he growls as he then uses his right hand to pull the knife from his belt, looking to bring it down toward your face.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: My fist suddenly collapses mid swing as the huge muscled merc drives his meaty fist right up into my ribs. The blow breaks a rib and drives me up off my feet. The pain is savage, and my vision starts to swim. I’m gasping, fighting to stay conscious as he grabs his knife, bringing it up and down in a vicious slash towards my face. I strain to throw my head out of the way, bringing my hand up, but I’m not quite fast enough, my usually sharp reflexes dulled by my battle damage. I only partially avoid the knife, and a hot line of fire erupts across my cheek as the wicked blade slices me open. There’s no time to acknowledge the pain as my hand finally reaches up to grab the top of his wrist, throwing everything I’ve got left into this, my bicep bulging with power, steel hard and determined, as I thrust his wrist down, the blade barely missing my chest, driving his arm down in an arc, ending by forcing him to stab himself deep in his guts.

12:26 Adams: Adams thinks he has you after the two punches nearly drop you, the knife slicing through your skin but the motion continues and you grab his wrist with tremendous coordination and focus. You continue the motion of the thrust and reverse it onto the blonde enforcer, sending the knife point straight up between his vest and camo shirt, the knife piercing between two of his ribs, driving in hilt deep. He staggers backward, a scream of agony emitting from his mouth as the knife protrudes from his chest cavity. He drops to his knees, his hands and arms shaking as he slowly moves for the knife, trying to grab it and remove it

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Gasping, finally feeling the burning fire on my cheek, the blood streaming out of the fresh cut, I turn and yank open the goddamn door to the van. I’m down to 45 seconds now. I breathe in and out, surfing the pain like a huge breaker, balancing to stay on top of it, forcing my hands to be still and precise, reaching down to my belt and grabbing my toolkit, taking out the small tools I need, focusing on the ignition, carefully cutting and rewiring the mechanism, then with a careful adjustment the van roars into life. 20 seconds left now. I shift it into gear, then slam on the accelerator. No time to open the doors. I’ll have to just hope the van is heavy enough to bust through the doors.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: The metal door is not very thick as the truck bursts through, ripping the door off the hinge track as the truck swerves in your command. The door comes loose and the truck runs over it just as the road turns hard to the right to a checkpoint gate on the side of the plant we didn't enter from. You gun it, foot to the floor as two men step out of the gateway in front of you, leveling their guns at you as you barrel toward them. Then they pull the trigger, two shots heading your way.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Come on, Come on, only 10 seconds left now. Nearly to the gateway. Then the flash of gun fire suddenly lights up in front of me as I fight to control the massive van. The windshield shatters and suddenly I feel like a goddamn donkey just kicked me right between my pecs. I’m smashed back into my seat and the wind is blasted out of me. I slump forward, nearly knocked out by the gunshot. Luckily, my combat vest spares my life.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: The savage impact still causes me to nearly lose control of the van, I inadvertently run down one guard as the van swerves wildly, mowing down the checkpoint, gasping for air, feeling the savage dull ache spread out from the impact point of the bullet between my chest. Then, as I fight to regain control of the van, the sky behind us lights up as an enormous fireball rises from the former location of the Syndicate weapons depot, the shockwave rattling the van and nearly blowing my ears out. I grit my teeth and fight hard to keep the unwieldy vehicle steady.. The news tomorrow will be full of stories about “an explosion in the Scottish Highlands as a result of the buildup of underground methane gas”. I smile, finding a small moment of humour in a sea of pain, and make my way to the pickup point.

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12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I feel the tight cocoon of the bedsheets. The pain still radiates through my body. I feel hot, sweating almost. The lights shine down through my eyelids, my eyes flutter and then all of a sudden I’m in panic mode. I try to move but it’s hard - the pain, the sheets keeping me in, the bright light. I grimace audibly, turning my head to the side to see an open door. The other side I see you. You...a distant memory...my brain fried but your face. I know you. I reach up weakly with a hand in your direction then everything goes black.

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12:26 CaptainNickWilson: When i regain consciousness, this time it isn’t as frantic. I know where I am - the distant memory of the hospital from the first time that I woke up still with me. My eyes flutter open and this time the room is dark. The heart monitor continues in its steady rhythmic beat as I look around the room, this time to my right. I see you asleep in the chair off to the side, wearing a white button down shirt, blue jeans and boots. I remember you now. I remember the mission. But that is all - how we got here is still a distant haze. I start to say something but then stop, unsure of what to even say. There is no way I’m here in this hospital bed without Mason. I decide to let him sleep - lord knows, he earned it.

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12:26 CaptainNickWilson: It’s just before noon when my eyes flutter open again. The room hasn’t changed, nor has your watching guard in the chair. But this time, you are awake. I look at you quietly, my mouth horribly dry as i open and close it. I try to sit up in the chair, seeing water on a table that is just over my legs. “I suppose I have you to thank for all of this?” I ask with a weak smirk coming to my face. “You could have just let me expire, it would hurt a lot less.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: The hospital staff had finally given up trying to get me out of your room. After my own surgery to repair my nose and stitch up various cuts, I had watched the doctors huddled around you in the operating theatre. They had looked pretty nervous. You had lost a lot of blood, but apparently the internal damage was on an order the staff had never seen. Apparently, having a man’s hand shoved up your ass and grabbing your guts from the inside was not easy to fix.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I watched, sick with worry as they tried to repair the damage and keep your vitals stable. There were a few very tight spots, and once it had looked like you were not going to make it. I started to get angry, how dare that fucking bastard die on me now, after everything I did to get us out of that hellhole. But you made it through. Probably sheer stubborn toughness.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: When they took you to your room to recover, I bullied my way in. They tried to order me out, and I pulled rank. I told them it was a matter of state security. They threatened to call the MPs on me. I just laughed in their face. Finally, they let me stay. My nose was all bandaged, my broken rib gave me some grief, I was sliced and diced, but that was nothing, it would pass. I sat in the chair, dressed in my white button down, jeans, boots, and stood vigil over you.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Why the fuck was I here? I hardly knew you. And yet… I felt closer to you than anyone I could remember. I couldn’t put it in words, not exactly, but you had a spark, a ballsy alpha presence that fit right into me like a key into a lock. Tough, muscled, brave, hot as fuck, pure alpha. I’d seen you at both ends of the spectrum, dominant and powerful and defeated and vulnerable. I intended to explore exactly why you made me feel this way. With just as much tenacity and perseverance as if I were on a mission.

12:26 AgentJamesMasonFor the next two days I barely left that chair, sleeping, thinking, watching you. Finally, it’s noon on the second day after your surgery, and you wake up. Naturally, being a stubborn bastard, you immediately try to sit up. I feel a wave of relief, and I break out in a wide grin as you start jacking your jaw at me. I stand up, the thick muscle straining the seams of my crisp white shirt, and I look you with an amused glint in my eye as you speak. I gently help you sit up, and grab the glass of water for you. I hand you the water,noting how much your arm is trembling.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: “What? And lose a chance at free drinks? C’mon Nick, you should know we Brits take our alcohol very seriously.” Almost unconsciously, my hand reaches out and ruffles your hair, my hands tingling at the simple contact. Fuck me, but this American CCS Agent was one hot man.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: “I’m just protecting my investment.” I turn serious for a moment. “It was touch and go for a while there.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I sip the water through a straw, a bit pathetic and embarrassing given the alpha that I am and doing it in front of you. But I swallow my pride and put the cup back down on the table, then lean back in the bed.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “Fuck, I am guessing I do owe you some free drinks since I’m in this bed and you’re sitting over there. Where the hell are we anyway?” I ask, knowing it's a hospital but that’s it. “And what happened? I remember us going in together and I remember waking up. Did we achieve the objective?”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Then I have a start. “Darius!” I burst out, “We went at it. His office…I remember the crashes. Putting him through his bloody coffee table. Is he dead?”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I take your questions in hand, knowing how hard it can be to get your bearings after being under for several days. I should know; I’ve been there myself a time or two. I stand up, and make a grand gesture, “Let me welcome you onboard the RFA Argus, a hospital ship under the Royal Fleet Auxiliary. Currently, we are docked at Her Majesty’s Naval Base, Clyde. And as to the objectives..” I stress the plural, teasing you gently, throwing a newspaper in your lap, the headline being concerned with an explosion in the Highlands resulting from a freak build up of methane underground. “As for Darius, he is currently held under high guard in a secure cell on shore at HMNB Clyde. My superiors are working out the details to transfer him to American CCS custody as we speak, no doubt. And if you haven’t gathered, no, he’s not dead. I made a snap judgement when I found him with his arm shoved up your ass not to kill him. For several reasons, firstly because it seemed that he would be more valuable alive than dead. A dead man can’t talk. But.. “ My eyes started glinting, and you could see that I was very angry.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: “The most important reason being that I was not going to let that mother fucking piece of shit die a clean death. Not when I saw what he was doing to you. I figured you might have something to say about his fate.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I look at the paper and smile. “Of course it was methane. Nice cover MI6.” I close my eyes as it’s clear we’re in a safe place. Listening to you recap what happened, and then hearing Daarius was up my ass with his hand started to get the heart rate monitor ticking faster and faster.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “I assume that motherfucker is mostly responsible for why I am here right now?” I ask as I lift the covers up to look down and see what is going on across my body. I’m practically mummified, which makes me laugh, then.grimace in pain from the laugh. “Jesus, he fucked me up good.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I look back at you. “Thanks for sparing him. That was our objective, even if it wasn’t necessarily yours. The next time we meet, he will spill his guts to me.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Then all of a sudden, my face changes. “Are you OK? That’s a pretty attractive flesh wound,” I say with a laugh, which again gets me to grimace. ‘Fuck!” I reprimand myself.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I nod in response to your question, “Yes, he did. From what I saw, he was trying to carve you up like a roast and rip your guts out through your ass. He nearly succeeded.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I chuckle as you pass comment on my flesh wound. I reach up and touch the stitches in a tight line across my cheek where the big blond merc carved me up. “What is this? Well, scars are what we collect in our line of work after all. At least they were able to save my nose. Fuck, that really hurt.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I notice the grimace of pain on your face as you laugh. “Yeah, the docs said you are going to need to stay still for a while so you can heal.” I lean back, and put my arms behind my head, stretching out the kinks, my muscle stiff after so much inactivity, my biceps flexing unconsciously straining the seams of my shirt.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Then I lean forward again, my eyes flashing, suddenly feeling a strange jumble of emotions all mixed up with a sudden spike in my balls. What was it about this American that drew me to him so powerfully? Time to take a gamble. Let’s see if my instincts are right. “You know Nick, when you get out of the hospital, I think we are going to have to test if the Doctors here did their job right when they fixed up your ass. I’ve got just the thing in mind.” I grin wickedly, and stand up, head tilted down, taking in the sight of you. My crotch is right at eye level, my cock so stiff and hard it’s tenting my jeans in a rather obvious fashion. I’m not usually quite so direct, but with you… life is too short. My hand reaches out and traces your wounds, the stab wound in your bicep, the sutured and bandaged left pec, the bandages wrapped around your broken ribs.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: “You are one tough mother fucker Nick. A lesser man would have never survived what you went through. I’m going to be uncharacteristically blunt and un-british. You are my kind of man. I want more than some free drinks when you are healed up. I think I’ve earned it.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: As you get direct with me, telling me what you really want, my manhood shifts, almost coming to life deep down inside my mummified form under the covers. There is almost a sigh of relief that it still feels intact as more of the fight starts to come back to me and Darius’ blade on my balls was one of those moments.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: You stand up near the bed, your jeans tenting obviously as this amazingly handsome muscled superhero of a man confesses he wants more than just a bottle of whiskey from me, then compliments my toughness to boot.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “How un-british of you, James Mason. The queen would be disappointed that you are abandoning all decorum but I for one like it,” I say with a weak smile.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I reach out and grab your bulging jeans, then squeeze my hand and release. Squeeze and release. Squeeze and release, looking to stimulate your manhood even more. “Now this is alpha power right here. When I get out of here, I don’t expect we’ll be seeing daylight for a while, big man.”

Published: 2020-07-21, viewed 82 times.