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-------------------- Several Weeks Later ----------------

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: I had to wait nearly two months before the doctors would let you out of their care. They cautioned no intense physical activity, but I’m sure that drinking and sex were fine. What they don’t know won’t hurt them anyways. We step out of the cab at the foot of Edinburgh Castle, and I take a moment to admire the view. It’s a stunning city.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I pay the cabbie, and turn to look at you, my face breaking out in a wide grin. Fuck me, but you look sharp, and you clean up real nice. Damn. It was hard to find a suit to fit all that goddamn muscle though. It was about a half a size too small. I wasn’t really complaining though.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I lead us down the stairs of the Scottish Whiskey Experience, just a tourist trap really, but at the bottom, beneath was the Amber Restaurant and Whiskey Bar. I hadn’t told you where I was going to redeem my free drinks at. And I started laughing as I saw your face fall. You had been pretty clear about your dislike of whiskey, my favorite drink. “Don’t worry Nick, I’m sure they can scare up a Budweiser for you.” I punch your shoulder, then take off my jacket and hand it to the concierge. He leads us to the bar, and I motion for a seat at the window. There is a stunning view of the old town laid out before us, the Grass Market right below.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I lean forward, a wicked grin on my face, “Sorry if this all too posh for your American sensibilities, but I’m not going to redeem my free drinks at some two-bit dive bar.” Fuck, you looked good. It felt amazing to finally have some proper down time with you.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Edinburgh was a beautiful city and now that I finally got out of that god forsaken military hospital, it was great to be back in the real world again. Physical activity was against doctors orders but that didn’t stop us from climbing Arthur’s Seat earlier in the day and looking out over the amazing city. Now in the underbelly of the Edinburgh Castle, you lead me down into the bar. Your suit was properly tailored, hugging every ounce of that MI6 muscle, leaving little to the imagination as your biceps strained the fabric when you took your jacket off, sleeves rolled back a bit, looking absolutely fine. My cock stirred - months of being in the hospital had left me begging to fuck something and maybe tonight would be that chance.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “When in Rome…” i said, in response to your selection of a proper whiskey bar. “Here’s the thing - if you ever come to America, I’ll take you to a proper whiskey house. The house Jack Daniels built!”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I hand the menu of whiskeys to you as we sit down at the bar. “You will order for us. And whatever gets me drunk fastest. I want to remember as little as possible about the consumption of rubbing alcohol.” I run my hand up onto your thigh and squeeze, feeling that firm muscle beneath and giving it a nice little massage.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “Thanks for taking me out tonight. CCS has called me back and I wanted to spend some time with you before going back. We had a pretty crazy excursion out there in the highlands and I didn’t really get a chance to thank you for doing what you did. I...I know i would be here today without you. You really are a hero, James.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Sitting back, relaxing, eyes flashing with good humour, anticipating some top notch whiskey. But that was all secondary. What I really wanted was you. My eyes kept straying to the cut of those incredible arms, hard hairy forearms, biceps bulging at the seams. Then back to those eyes, strong, dark, deep. Damn. My dick was stiff already. But… time for that in a moment.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: You hand me the menu, and I snigger at your suggestion that Jack Daniels could possibly be in the same league as Scottish whiskey. When you compare whiskey to rubbing alcohol, I can’t help but laugh. I call out to the barkeep, “Let’s start with 2 rounds of Glenlivet, the 15 year old reserve please.” He nods, and goes away to prepare our drink.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Then, suddenly I feel electricity traveling up and down my spine, as your hand grabs my thigh and squeezes. I turn and look straight at you, my face breaking out in a half grin. You get real with me for a moment, thanking me and even calling me a hero. I start to blush… Fuck.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: “You’d have done the same for me Nick. I know you would have. As to being a hero, well, what can I say? It takes one to know one.” My hand reaches out and rests on top of yours as you squeeze my thigh. I twine my fingers amongst yours, feeling the hard skin, the strength, the sheer power of this American alpha. My dick stiffens. Goddamn. I want to fucking kiss this beautfiul bastard. Then, with a knowing grin, the barkeep, a decent looking manly dude with a magnificent beard plops our whiskey down. He winks, “Enjoy gentlemen.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I take a sip of the whiskey, savouring the rich, dark flavour and the warmth of it as it trickles down my throat, starting a fire in my belly. Though… come to think of it, the fire in my belly has way more to do with your proximity than the whiskey.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: There had been something I had been meaning to ask though. “What are you going to do with Darius, once he’s transferred over to your custody?” I was curious.. But my attention was probably more focused on my hand as I’d let go of your hand, and was currently using it to explore the tight hard lines of your forearm and bicep, luxuriating in the feel of your hard, strong battle-forged muscle.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I feel the heat of the whiskey going down my throat as I take a sip of it. But the heat started before that as you played with my fingers, this fucking British stud agent had me getting hot under the collar as my cock started to stiffen in my tight pants. I swallowed the swill without complaint or recognition that it probably was good for what it was and was going to cost me a bloody fortune.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “We have some things we want to know from him. And we’re going to get those things - no matter what it takes. There is a new up-and-coming Syndicate agent, Brad Sterling who we know very little about. Sterling has been quite effective recently though, and we want to get a handle on his movements. And then Derek Steel - he is my superior’s primary target. Capturing him would be a huge blow to the Syndicate.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I lift the whiskey up and slam it, not appreciating its supposed to be savored and just wanting to get it over with, shaking my head at the end of it and closing my eyes. “Fuck that’s some old nasty shit!” I exclaim.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I clear my eyes and look back at you, massaging that leg some more, looking even more attractive as those hairy arms and powerful fingers work mine. I bring my other hand up your shirt, which is straining those biceps, and run my hand along it. “You’re going to bust out of this shirt soon, Superman. And it’s not going to be because I rip it off of you.” I smirk and then let go, not wanting to be too forward in this fancy bar, undressing you with my eyes instead even as my hand moves off your thigh and closer to your growing pouch.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “Darius will be broken for his information. We trained him to be the man he is today, and we can break the men we train. He will disclose Steel and Sterling’s locations. Then, once he is done providing us with useful information, I’m hoping Carson will give me another shot at him. Man to man. Preferably in a bubble where I can’t impale myself with a piece of fucking wood!” I exclaim, rubbing my side with my free hand. Nothing will send a better message to Steel and Sterling seeing one of their top men’s balls returned to them in a bag.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “Have you heard about Sterling? Are you guys tracking him?”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: You explain to me about the CCS’s plans for Darius, the new agent, Sterling, and Derek Steel.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I looked on, shocked at the way you were tossing back 15 year reserve Glenlivet. My god.. Sacrilege. I just grin and shake my head as you insult some truly fine whiskey. Well, you are just an American after all. Can’t expect too much. The entire time you are explaining your plans and priorities, I’m half listening to your words, and half undressing you with my eyes. You reach up and caress my bicep, it’s straining through the shirt material. You're talking about ripping shirts off sounds like my kind of activity.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Then, you finish explaining the info you are looking to get from Darius and your desire to take him down one on one and send his balls to Derek in a bag. Damn. These CCS studs did not fuck around.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: If we were someplace private… Which I think we’ll need to be before much longer. My dick is growing so hard and stiff it’s going to bust out of my trousers.

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: I reply to your question, my face breaking into a grin as I feel your hand approach my crotch. My trousers aren’t doing much to hide my reaction. Neither are my eyes, as I stare into your face, sparkling. “Yes, we’ve heard of Brad Sterling. We are tracking him, he seems to be working even closer with the Syndicate than Derek Steel. I’ve not had the pleasure of meeting him yet, but he’s apparently a sadistic, ruthless operative with an impressively high kill count. He’s an American apparently, and our intel suggests he was personally recruited by Derek Steel.

12:26 AgentNickWilson “He’s an up and comer for sure,” I reply in relation to Sterling. “Steel did recruit him from what we know as well - right here in the UK. From what we know, he definitely serves the Syndicate but he serves himself as well. Many sexual and physical pleasures for that man and when the Syndicate calls, he has made himself available to them. Very effectively to boot. Very high kill count for such a young Syndicate mercenary.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: We want our hands on Derek Steel even more than your boss Carson at the CCS. He is a former Royal Marine, did you know that? He’s an insult to the entire service, and an enormous embarrassment to Her Majesty’s Forces. I have a license to kill him on sight, no questions asked. I’ve followed countless leads over the years in an attempt to track him down, but he eludes us at every turn.” I shake my head in frustration. “I imagine that the delay in releasing Darius to CCS custody involved an arrangement between my people and yours to share intel. I think you Yanks are finally realizing that if we are ever going to take the Syndicate down, we need to play nice together. Maybe… you and I could show them how it’s done.” I take another sip of my whiskey, and suddenly realize I’ve gone through two glasses. Damn, that was some good whiskey. I realize that as I was speaking my hand somehow ended up wrapped around you, massaging your bowling ball sized shoulders.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I carefully unwound my arm, but oh fuck, I wanted this man so bad, wanted to be in him.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I watch you drink and savor the whiskey and can’t fathom why you want to do that. Well why you drink it in the first place is one thing but why do it so slowly and give yourself more grief. I let you set the pact with the next one, much more interested in you anyway.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: As you talk about working together, you grab my boulder shoulders with both hands, standing in front of me as I stay in my bar stool. I run my hand right up on your growing crotch, tracing the outline of your shaft with my finger loosely, once, then twice before I look up at your strong, thick muscled body standing up over me and into those welcoming green eyes.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “Steel is a hard man to catch. I’ve also tried over the years, I’ve killed 3 of his men as he watched them die, then slipped away before I could get to him. I believed for a while that he was afraid to face me, that he knew I’d be his match and I’d kill him like I did all his men. So he fled, every time. Then Darius owned me in my garage and it was clear Steel was behind it. He had found someone capable, and had done it in our own organization to boot. I want to kill that motherfucker more than you can imagine for how he’s personally controlled me for years.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: My pressure on your cock gets harder and harder as I recount my feelings for Steel and I finally realize that. I look down, unable to hold your glance any longer, pulling my hand away from your dick.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “I’d say we’d make an effective team but you pretty much were the team. I was the punching bag that should be dead right now. I let you down with my performance. I let myself down.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I was wondering when you would finally get to that. I’m good at reading men, it comes with my training and my job. You’d been hinting at the fact that you felt you’d underperformed on our mission. And after some top shelf whiskey, you were finally able to come right out and say it.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I finish off my third glass, and reach forward. Yeah, we are in a public place, but who the fuck cares? Who’s going to mess with either of us? I reach forward and grab your chin, tilting your head up so you are looking right in my eyes. I reach out with my hand and grab your retreating hand, holding it tightly, warmly. I lean forward till my forehead is resting against yours, nose to nose. I murmur in a deep voice, a commanding voice. “I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have watching my back out there Nick. What happened with Darius happened. You are alive, and so am I, and Darius is a prisoner now. Learn from it, and move on.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I feel you lift my head up to look back at you, and hear your words, knowing they are right. But it’s also not so easy. The history is there between Darius and I. Wanting to be the best and now believing that maybe he is the better man than me kills me inside, the ultra-competitive nature of my upbringing and time in the CCS not helping with wrapping my brain around this.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: And yet here you were, a stranger until one mission several weeks back now trying to prop me up in a way that nobody really could. But you were there. You were trying. And you weren’t wrong.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I stand up out of the bar stool, looking to show some strength to not disappoint you. “We’ll get it done,” I say, not with a tone of confidence but a tone of acquiescence. Leaning into you and smelling your scene, feeling your heat coming off that well dressed British body starts to make my inadequacy fade away, at least for now as I lean into you and go for the kiss, not overly aggressive as to make a scene - just a little tongue, pushing my groin into yours and then pulling back quickly, looking down at the next whiskey on the bar and again lifting it up to pound it down in one gulp, needing more alcohol to help me overcome my anxiety and to focus on the hot man in front of me.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: You stand up, and I can tell that you aren’t entirely convinced by my words, but I know you’ll work it out. You are one hell of a strong man, in all kinds of ways. Having managed to survive what Darius did to you. Damn.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I stand up, still facing you, extremely aware of all that muscle of yours threatening to burst the seams. It looks amazing, but then when you move in and give me a kiss, I feel the heat coming off your body, your crotch pushing against mine, the cut and bulge of all that amazing American battle-forged muscle in contact with my skin. As I tilt and kiss you right back, you taste of whiskey, before you sit back down and pound down another shot in one gulp. I wince again, but hell, to each his own.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: You sit down in front of me, and I look down. The barkeep had filled me up again, and I was working on my fourth. Damn it was good, but I was getting more and more horny by the moment. I was starting to ache for some quality private time with you. I lean forward, murmuring in a low growl, “How about we finish off this round, then go find someplace nice and private?”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I nod, feeling waves of emotion flood over me as you kiss me back. It was a bold and risky move standing in the middle of the bar but I didn’t care. James had done so much and the bond that we were creating drew me ever so close to the British MI6 agent. I bring my hand up to his hard abs, rubbing them through the shirt after drinking that strong ass whiskey, giving him a flirty smile as I sit back down.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “At that rate you drink this stuff, we’ll be here another 30 minutes. Drink it like a man!” Nick growls as he leans into you, the alcohol taking him already as he had a deep buzz borderlining drunk.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: James hurried up and finished, still respecting the drink as the two collected their jacket, turning their argument from whiskey to another common debate - Rugby vs. American Football.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: When they hit the street, it was dark and James took the lead, walking the two of them down from the castle and across the commons. The city was still bustling with evening activity as they walked down the Mound toward Princes Street.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “Here’s what you need to understand, they are different in their level of toughness. Yes, American’s play in pads so naturally the thinking is that Rugby is a tougher game. And I’m not sure it isn’t - you British lads are tough motherfuckers,” he says with a smile. “But what you also need to understand is that when you put 300+ pound men, built like brick walls and made to run you over 6 wide on the field. Then you tell them to get into a highly leveraged position to then charge into you, 120-150 times per game, then they land all over you, it’s a pretty nasty game. The sheer impact and doing it over and over again is tough. You can’t deny that!”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: When they got to Princes Street, Nick looked around. Edinburgh had been one of his favorite cities and he’d been here a few times before, knowing the area. “Now here’s what I want to know. What the hell did Sir Walter Scott do to deserve every cannon in the city pointing at his monument. You go up to Calton Hill. The Castle…everywhere there is a god damn cannon in this town, they all point at Walter Scott! Poor bastard.” I muse as I walk, carefully with you across Princes Street, the tram nearly hitting us on the way. AAfew more blocks down Hanover to Heriot Row, we made a turn and walked another block to a walkup apartment.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “Oh hurry up already,” I growl as you fiddle with the door and I pinch your ass, the alcohol continuing to loosen me up and make me more horny for your amazing body. “I hope you are better with other keys than this one,” I say, leaning over your shoulder and wrapping my arms around your waist, feeling those ab brick ridge lines through your shirt and then grabbing your bulge with my left hand, pulling up and back into you a bit.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: You force me to finish my whiskey with unseemly haste, but I’m not really arguing, as I’m burning to get you alone and start ripping your fucking clothes off. On the walk back to our hired apartment, you try to convince me that American Football is tougher than Rugby. I shake my head ruefully, pointing out that Rugby is a proper contact sport, and some of the Rugby lads are every bit as massive as the American linebackers, but we don’t need any silly ‘protection’.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I explain that the cannons pointing at Walter Scott are a mark of respect, not because they are trying to blow him up. Americans and their strange ideas! But none of that matters as you reach around me, feeling my abs and cupping my stiff, rock hard crotch as I fumble for my keys. Four … or was it five?? Whiskeys do make one a bit tipsy after all.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I finally get the key in the lock, and stumble through the door, with you practically riding on my back. I chuckle, and lean forward, reaching back to cup your hot ass, and heave you up onto my back. I growl and pull the door closed with my foot, then down the hall, and straight to the right into the bedroom. I twist, and grunt, with a heave of muscle, throwing you hot, ultra-muscled elite battle-forged muscle onto the bed.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I’m on top of you before you stop bouncing, my hands twining around your fingers, grunting as I pin your arms to the mattress, and go dive bombing on your mouth, sticking my tongue deep down your throat, pressing hard enough to leave some bruises, hungry for your taste, for the contact and intimacy with your steel strong muscle.

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12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “I’m going to ride you like a bull big man!” I laugh into your ear with a growl as I hop on your back and ride you through the apartment and into the bedroom, biting on your ear gently to spur you on. You heave me backward and onto the bed, then nearly jump and spray out on top of me, attacking my mouth with yours as I let you take control up top.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Our tongues battle as I enjoy your taste, but still push back on your violation of my mouth. I bring my legs up and around you, my tight suit pants ripping audibly as my muscled body tries to move in directions the suit wasn’t made for. The sound makes both of us pause as my mouth moves off of yours and I can barely contain my laughter. “Fuck James, these threads were expensive!”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: My face hardens in mock anger as I use the light moment to rip my hands from your grasp and grab for your shirt front, grabbing either side of the buttons and ripping violently, looking to expose your beautiful smooth chest, those pale ab bricks clearly defined sitting below a muscled pec shelf that was framed by two perfect sized supple nipples. I run my hand up the smooth skin, fingers penetrating the ab brick valleys. “That military issue gear leaves a lot to the imagination but holy fuck am I glad it’s protecting this.” I say with a smirk.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Your trousers rip as you wrap your legs around my waist, and I can’t help laughing along with you, especially as you mock complain about how expensive they are. I snicker back, “So expense it big man… You can claim it was damaged while on duty, attempting to cement relations with your British allies.” Looking down at you, my eyes hungry as you reach up and rip my shirt open, the buttons popping off, exposing my muscled torso. I shiver with pleasure as you run your hand over my smooth skin, and down my abs, the scar from where Liam nearly slit my guts open on my lower abs healing nicely.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: “I was born in London, but this was forged in the SAS.” I growl back, appreciating your admiration of my battle-hardened muscle. I reach down with my hands and just to tweak you a bit, carefully unbutton your shirt, and pull it aside, grunting with delight at the sight of your torso.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I was not a small man, but your muscled pecs were massive. More tanned than my muscle, not surprising considering how hard it was to catch the sun here in Britain. Simply stunning. Fuck me.. I traced my finger over the huge expanse of those massive muscles, tracing my finger gently under the jutting pec shelf, and the savage scar marring the top of your left pec where that bastard Darius had carved your pec up. I let my hands gently trail downwards, brushing against your nipples, and feeling the girth and depth of each one of your ab bricks, thicker and more massive than my own, though not quite as defined.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: The sheer power and feel of that incredible body was intoxicating. I let my hands trend further south, and with a wicked smile on my face, suddenly slid my hand under the waistband of those torn expensive trousers, inside the waistband of your pants, fished around and with a sigh of contentment, wrapped my hand around the thick, hairy balls I found, feeling the heft of them, tracing my finger up and down the length of your rock hard manhood. Then bending down to give you another kiss as I played with your cock, tilting my head and latching back onto your mouth, murmuring before I made contact, “Nick… you big, fucking, beautiful bastard..”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I look up at you as you unbutton my shirt, exposing it, multiple scars still healing as you slowly work my chest with your strong thick hands. My body was hot and I could see you feeling the power in it as you worked down toward my pants, into them and around my balls, the center of my manhood. I groaned, closing my eyes as you leaned in and kissed me deep on the mouth, the kiss more sensual and back and forth as both of us were aggressive but neither over the top.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I pushed back on my hand and sat up against the headboard some more as you slid forward on me. I reached out toward your belt and slowly undid the buckle, your shirt pulled out of your tight trousers and open as I pulled the belt out of your pants, folding it up in my hand and gave you a crack right across your abs with it, grinning widely. “Down boy, be patient,” I teased as I tossed the belt to the floor. I reached forward again and unbuttoned your pants, helping the zipper widen to reveal your undergear. I parted your pants and grabbed for your cock, massive and pressing against the fabric as I massaged it, running my hand up and down the shaft several times before pulling the elastic band back and down to reveal your masterpiece. 8” of thick Grade A pure British beef.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I pause a second to take my shirt off, my skin still holding a base tan compared to your pale smooth perfection, my pecs and shoulder rippling as i toss the shirt to the side and grab at your cock again, pulling your balls out from your pants as well and fingering them gently, massaging gently to get your alpha seed percolating. I look up at you dominantly on top of me and nod, pulling on your cock to bring it closer to me as I lower my chest back down the headboard.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I keep pace with you as you slide forward and sit up, working to remove my belt and then my zipper. You slap my abs with my own belt, tell me to be patient… then move right in for the proverbial kill, pushing my underpants aside to free my 8” manhood.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I shudder with pleasure as you take hold of my dick, squeezing hard with my own hand still wrapped tightly around your cock. I hover over you, bracing myself with one hand on the headboard, the muscles of my arm thick and defined, as I take in the sight of your body in action, removing your shirt to completely reveal all that incredible battle-hardened, tanned muscle. My cock gives a jerk in your hand as a surge of lust erupts from my balls at the incredible sight.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I release your nuts, then pull my hand back to stroke those amazing pecs, lightly tweaking your nipples. In response you pull my balls free as well. They are pulsing with heat, and my entire body shudders as you massage them. I moan with pleasure, leaning my head down to nibble at your ear and cheeks as you work my nuts. I reach down with one hand, quickly and efficiently sinking my fingers into the tears in your trousers. They are ruined already, so it doesn’t matter. With careful surges of power, my arm rippling with strength, I rip the trousers off your thick, well muscled thighs in strips. Almost as an afterthought I unbuckle your belt and unbutton your fly, removing the remnants of your trousers.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I carefully and expertly give a similar treatment to your underpants, literally tearing them off your crotch with carefully tugs and yanks, freeing your balls. Then, I work off my shoes and my trousers with one hand inching the garments off me, kicking them aside until I hover over you naked. I want inside your ass so bad my cock is aching with the need to be in you, but I lean down and whisper in your ear, “Nick… I want to fuck your hot, muscled, American ass so bad my cock is aching… are you healed enough for that? Just say the word, and my ass is yours tonight though. I’m a patient man, and can savor the anticipation of stuffing your hole with my alpha cock until you are healed. Besides, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have take my ass than you.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I take in your manly scent as you bring your arms over my head onto the headboard. Your body shudders as I work your nuts and I can feel the effect I’m having on you as you too are having on me, working my muscled body. As you rip my pants off my body, they stretch around my thick frame and tear to pieces at your strength, making me smirk even if it feels awkward and uncomfortable. Then the underwear - ripped to shreds as you expose me, freeing my 9” cock and heavy pair of alpha balls.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: We get close as you make your offer to me. Be fucked or fuck. James was clearly invested and I loved him for that. It was the first man in a long time that I could give myself too. Typically a full on dominant top, James and I had gone through so much together in such a short time and a bond had formed between us that would continue tonight. I wasn’t going to appear weak - we’d both wanted this for a while and I wasn’t going to make us wait any longer.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “If I fuck you, you fuck me. There is no option.” I reply, leaning in and up to kiss you on the mouth, hard and forceful, playing with your tongue for several seconds as I bring a hand up to caress your stubbled chin and use the other to jack your thick cock, slowly with a firm grip, feeling the strength and power in your big dick.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: As we disengage, I look you in the eyes, passion and sex drive flooding me. “What are you waiting for, James? We’re here in bed…I want you inside me.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: You give me your answer and I growl with pleasure, it was what I wanted as well. Between men like us, both alphas, both dominant men, it was indeed the only option. You kiss me hard and forcefully, and I return the kiss, my knees sliding up to either side of your hips, bending over you just slightly, my hand reaching behind your head, pulling it back so I can get the perfect angle to attack your mouth as you caress my hard, five o’clock shadowed chin, playing with my cock as it leaks and aches to be in you.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: We break off and you invite me in. I don’t need to be told twice. I slide down your body, and carefully scoop my arms under your heavily muscled thighs. Hefting your legs up, I plow my shoulders under your knees and slowly begin to fold you up. I again brace myself against the headboard with one arm, and use the other to position your magnificently muscled body right where I want it. I stare down into your eyes, my expression intense, passionate, respectful, hungry.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I spit on my hand and lube my cock, then keeping my eyes locked on yours I begin to carefully and slowly at first, penetrate that fine ass. It’s not as tight as an alpha’s ass should be, Darius saw to that, but I didn’t notice and didn’t care. Being inside you was exquisite. My free hand played over your body, again feeling the rough, thick ridges and bulging mass of your incredible tanned torso. So much power packed into such an amazing form. Every inch trained, skilled, battle-tested and battle-forged. I let myself fall into a rhythm, gently increasing the tempo, reaching down with my free hand to massage your thick, hairy nuts, the feel of your manhood in my grip driving me into deeper and deeper desire.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I was falling for you. Completely… not just lust, but something more.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I watch your muscled body reposition on top of me, shifting back as your ab bricks become defined then sink back into your chest with each breath. Your strong arms hook my legs and slowly spread them as I help you with it, feeling some tenderness in my hips as I am stretched into a position that you can penetrate. You move in on me, all the while the two of us locked in a stare of intense passion and desire for each other. I appreciate and respect your power while feeling safe and comfortable with it. This wasn’t a who was alpha big dick competition to see who would fuck who. This was sexual. It was intense. It was…love beyond lust.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: You lube up and slowly penetrate me, slipping your sizable head into my hole, stretching the entrance a little bit as I grimace, closing my eyes as you keep going. My ass is still loose from Darius but I feel every millimeter of your manhood. The power, the rigidity, the strength as you push in all the way. My body shudders from it, feeling your alpha prowess as my ass hugs and clenches your dick as you fall into the rhythm of fucking me.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: My cock gets harder as you massage my balls, my seed churning slowly inside of them, giving you another moan as I arch my back and give you even more friction, clenching my glutes more. I reach up with both of my hands and grab for your nipples, pinching, swirling and twisting to drive more sensation into your body, wanting you to feel a sensory overload of bliss as you continue to increase the tempo. My eyes lock back on you, wanting to see every reaction, wanting you to feel confident in every thrust as your beautiful core flexes and relaxes with each thrust. I couldn’t help but admire the man you were in that moment...my man.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I find my rhythm, my thighs, glutes, and hamstrings flexing and surging with power as I drove my dick to the hilt up your incredible ass. In control, my heavy, battle-hardened body humming with barely restrained alpha power. The animal in me wants to open the floodgates and erupt instantly, I’m so powerfully aroused and awash with desire. My self-discipline kicks into high gear, savoring every second of the nut-churning glory that is the experience of penetrating your alpha self, feeling you from the inside out, holding back on the rising need to erupt.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I start to sweat from the intensity of the experience, little rivulets running down my face and neck, down the thick mass of my pecs and ab bricks, dripping down on top of your torso. My eyes remain locked on yours, the connection between us deepening as we are locked together.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Your hands reach up and caress my hard, tightly flexed pecs, tweaking and teasing my nipples, the incredible pleasure of your touch sending shivers up and down my spine, causing me to groan with delight. I ride the waves as long as I can, and minute after minute seems to pass as my eyes remain locked on yours, smiling down at you. I hold back as long as I can, but self discipline or no, I can’t hold back any longer. I gently release your nuts, and reach around to cup the back of your head. I pull your head up and bend down, kissing you with a strange mix of intensity and tenderness. I’m churning inside, fucking you this powerfully and passionetly making me realize how connected we are. I’ve never felt so deeply for another man before.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Suddenly, my balls tighten and with a groan and a violent shiver that hits me from the tip of my toes to the tips of my fingers, and everywhere in between, I unload, blasting long, thick streamers of powerful alpha seed deep into your ass. I collapse on top of you, rocked not only by the incredible intensity of my orgasm but by the dawning realization that I’m falling deeply in love with you.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Your rhythmic pumping drives your manhood up inside me as you control your speed and thrust to insure you can maximize the pleasure for both of us. Seconds turn to minutes as you fuck me, eyes locked on each other as you start to sweat, your pale torso glistening in the low light. Your muscled ab bricks look super defined in the low light as you work and start to struggle, seeing you wanting to blow, feeling it.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: You release my nuts and cup my head, the speed and power increasing, showing the full alpha prowess as you pound me. But the pounding is passion and treating me like the alpha that I am. Suddenly I feel you shiver and your dick hardens to steel. “Do it, James. Give me everything you have,” I groan out as you unload inside of me, coating my insides as I feel your warm seed inside me. It creates a chain reaction with my own cock, leaking badly as you’ve been working my balls. You collapse onto me as I fire my load up between us, coating our abs with my seed, firing up between us. My legs release from your grip and I clench them around your hard battle tested body, pulling you to me as our lips lock deep and the kiss we exchange is electric, full of passion and respect.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Covered in sweat, the heat radiating off me like an aura. I can feel the streamers of your man seed coating and filling the valleys of our abs as I lay on top of you. As I begin to drift on the aftermath of my eruption, I suddenly hear and feel the strong, steady pulse of your heartbeat, the rhythm of your breath in and out, the subtle shifts and flexings of your steel-hard muscle underneath me.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I keep one hand cupped under your head, and draw your face against mine, feeling my stubble against your face. I turn slightly, and kiss your neck. No words seem necessary right now. No place on earth I’d rather be right now.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: My dick, still hard, remains deep inside your ass as your legs are wrapped around my sweaty, cum coated hard-bodied torso.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: You work my neck, our bodies connected as one as I too feel your heartbeat, an electric connection between us as I wrap my arms around your body and squeeze, coupling it with my legs squeezing as I lock you down hard for about 15 seconds. “It’s you and me, James. I’m falling hard for you,” I say. “Fuck, you are quite the man. It’s my turn to show you my undying love.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I loosen my grip finally and let my arms go to either side, my legs falling more loosely to let you go from my stranglehold, letting you decide whether to fuck me again or to let me take control.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: We lay entangled for a while longer, then you start to squeeze me with your legs and your arms, my hard muscled torso contracting from the intimate crush. I grunt… fuck, that’s some power. You speak up and your words send a thrill through me, it’s clear that what is building between us is mutual. I feel you loosen your grip, and my cock is aching to plumb your ass again. But that’s not what you need… You need to feel your power again, after your encounter with Darius. I’m pretty sure at this point that I’ll have plenty of other opportunities to fuck that amazing ass, to feel you from the inside out.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Besides, I find myself wanting to feel you in me. I can’t remember the last time I was fucked, it’s not in my nature to want to be fucked. But with you… I want to be fucked by you as much as I want to fuck you. I’ll have to spend some time wrapping my head around that concept, but it makes sense somehow.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I kiss you again, fiercely, then slowly remove my dick from your ass with a POP. I roll off to the side of you, pulling you to face me. I grin, teasing you, “Don’t be shy Nick… I’ve seen you checking my ass out… You’ve wanted to sample it for some time.. Here’s your chance. You know…” I hesitate for a moment, knowing what I want to say, but finding it hard to get the words out. “I’ve never fallen for anyone the way I have for you. You are incredible… I don’t get fucked. Until today. Until you.” I grab your hand and guide it down to my ass, my eyes finding yours and staring into you. The intensity of our connection makes the space between us feel alive.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: You slowly pull out of me and I feel the pressure release on my ass, the burning fire in slowly subsiding as I too am not used to being fucked, especially willingly. Darius and only a small handful of men had ever done it but it was forced after losing a battle. James was worthy in so many ways and I was glad to have given it to him. We both wanted it - needed it - after all we’d been through and the connection we were making.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I too needed him and the fact that he recognized that just further confirmed the man I knew he was, the man I needed not just now and in this moment, but tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Shyness was never a problem for me as I growled at his ‘insult’. I feel you guide my hand down to your ass and I move my other in turn, gripping both of your meaty glutes. Then I give you a good slap on both, smirking as our eyes stay locked on each other but a smile crosses my face. I bring my right hand into your crack and probe your hole with two fingers, wanting to prepare you for what is to come. After several seconds of probing, feeling your hard battle trained muscle squirming under the sensation, I bring my left leg up and bridge, rolling both of us to the right as I look to get on top of you.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I put you on your back in a similar position as you had me, my seed like glue stretching and ultimately breaking as I pull us apart and get up to my knees. I feel yours dripping down my leg, staining the bed sheets but it’s the least of my concern as I look down on your amazing ripped body, light freckles dotting it in parts as I grab your legs and slowly open their stance, widening them as you did to me. My cock again goes rock hard just looking at your ripped body in front of me, feeling no resistance from you. I line my cock up and give it a few strokes to finish the hardening but mores to spread my seed all over the head and shaft, providing the much needed lubrication you’ll want given the 9” of thick man meat about to enter you. I look down on you and nod, then push in my thick head first disappearing, followed by the remainder of my shaft as I go in full balls deep and hold it there, not showing you any quarter except to say I did it slowly and carefully to try and minimize the discomfort.

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: You explore my ass as we lay side by side, and I gasp as you smile and start probing my ass. A shudder runs through me at the sensation, my ass is tight and I grunt and moan in response to the novel sensation. My eyes keep locked on yours the entire time, staying connected as you take charge. You roll me over to my back, and place my legs over your shoulders, spreading my thick, muscled ass wide in a mirror of my position when I fucked you.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: My dick has never lost it’s hard-on since exploding inside you, and now it’s standing to attention over my abs like a flag at full mast. I reach up with my arms to trace the contours of your shoulders, your triceps, your biceps, feeling the thick sinews and hard length of your battle-hardened muscle. I consciously relax my ass, as I feel you lining up your alpha meat to penetrate me. My hands tighten momentarily on your thick delts as you nod. I nod back, then your cock head smoothly penetrates my ass. My entire being shudders from head to toe. There is no small amount of pain, which I absorb without complaint or resistance, welcoming it. There is also quite a lot of pleasure, both from the physical sensation of your dick going in balls deep immediately finding my prostate, and from the knowledge that YOU are inside me.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: My cock jerks involuntarily from the contact, starting to leak pre cum. My balls have plenty of seed left in them to give to you. I relax my ass onto your cock, and nod up at you, inviting you to fuck me harder, more powerfully. “That’s it Nick… You’ve got the power, now unleash it on me. I can take it. It’s what you want. It’s what I want.” I brush your handsome, hard square jaw with one hand as the other moves around to stroke your incredible pecs, finding those nips and beginning to tweak them.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I get my cock inside you fully and it’s clear you’ve not been fucked - either in a long time or at all. I close my eyes, the walls of your insides providing friction and sensation that I’ve longed for more than I expected. I held myself fully inside, wanting you to get used to it for a bit as ai too grabbed your nipples and pinched, swirled and twisted them in unison with you, the electricity between us filling the room as I groan at your touch, my cock stimulating from the work on my nipples, almost flexing inside of you to your touch.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I pull my hips back and start to move back into you again, a slow rhythmic pump to start with. “You’re mine, James Mason. You better get used to this,” I growl, sweat starting to run down my chest in tiny rivulets as I grab your cock mast and start to pump it with my hand in rhythm with the thrusts into your body. The bed rocks and creeks as I start to pick up the pace slowly, my abs turning into a full 8 pack on exhales was my hips start to move more quickly, wanting to make you moan with pleasure and pain.

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: The fire in my veins is singing as your strong hands reach down and grab my nipples. Sensations from every quarter bombarding me, my nips, my ass, and now my cock as you grab my dick. You begin pumping my cock in time to the rhythm of your hips as you fuck my ass. As you increase the tempo of your fucking, the pain increases as well, sending shudders through my body, but so does the pleasure. The pain and pleasure blend and mix, sending my hard muscle into spasms.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Your expert stroking of my cock causes me to buck my hips and gasp, my balls starting to boil. The way you have taken control of my body is incredible. I moan, my hands running all over your body, feeling the hard tight flex of your muscle as you drive into me. I gasp back though, a grin splitting my face, “Not quite fucker… You are as much mine as I am yours.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I grit my teeth now, feeling my balls starting to tighten, again deliberately holding back my release, fighting against my need to shoot, wanting to make it last as long as possible.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I feel your body shake as the pain increases, my girth and size not something you are used to right now but I am pure alpha and I don’t know how to make it comfortable or care. I know you can take it so I give it to you, going harder and faster, closing my eyes as I grab your pec meat and squeeze hard, continuing to jack you.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I feel your cock weakening in my hand, rock hard but leaking like a fountain as your hips buck. I feel my large egg sized balls churn and open my eyes, pushing both of us too fast for the moment. I slow down, wanting like to hold back as long as possible, wanting to control our climax

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “This is just the beginning for you James. We will see in time who loves who more,” I say with a smirk. I fuck you for several minutes at the slower pace, sweat forming on my brow and body as I keep my eyes locked on you passionately. Then I feel my balls start to lift and my cock goes rock hard to steel. I start to increase the speed of my thrusts, and the power. The headboard starts to slam against the wall with the velocity as I lean back and close my eyes, the pleasure you are giving me overwhelming my senses as I pound your prostate with each thrust. “Give me that beautiful seed, James.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I grin up at you, your cocky attitude and competitive nature coming through even now, especially now. One of the things about you that drives me wild. I growl up at you, my eyes flashing. You slow down a bit then you start to increase the velocity. I reach up and grab your head and pull your head down into mine, butting our heads together with enough force for you to feel my strength. The look on my face is hungry, predatory, passionate, and tender as you plumb my ass deeper and harder. Then I twist my head and lock on deep for another powerful kiss, driving into your mouth nearly as hard as you are driving into my ass, my tongue diving deep inside your mouth. My hands on the back of your head shudder, my whole body shudders.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: My balls tighten, clenching hard, and I break off the kiss to stare into your eyes, suddenly letting out a primal roar as I explode for the second time this night, long streamers of my seed blasting up into your abs, coating your torso with my cum, some of it dripping back down onto my abs. My limbs convulse and my whole body shakes from the intensity of being fucked to emission.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I don’t resist your grip as I lean down into you, our heads coming together as our lips lock and we kiss passionately, loving the taste of you as your powerful muscle gets compressed but continues to resist and push against mine.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “Give it to me, James,” I say as our lips unlock. “I want that your seed all over me,” The railing on your body you take well as you let out a roar or ecstasy, roping several loads onto me. It causes a chain reaction on my side, feeling your body spasm around my cock as my balls lift, cock going hard as steel as I bury it inside you and start to rope multiple loads into your body, my cock flexing and pumping into your extremely tight canal. My body shakes as well as I fall forward onto you, breathing heavily as I lock our lips again and I fuck your mouth with my tongue, keeping my cock inside of you as you did to me.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I feel your muscle and heft resting on top of me after our second double explosion. I let myself completely relax, the feel of you, the scent of you, the sound of your breathing and heartbeat is perfect. Being right here with you is perfect. After a while, I stir, and my cock stiffens again, ready for more. My eyes flash, and I grin, murmuring in your ear, “Ready for some more Nick? Cause I sure as hell am!”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: The rest of the night passes in a haze of passionate fucking. I lost count of how many times we fucked each other. It was the most incredible night I’ve ever experienced. We ended up fucking in the lounge, on the couch, in the shower as we cleaned off our sweat and cum to make room for more, even in the kitchen when we took a break to refuel our energy, depleted by our long, hard sessions. Finally, we fell asleep together, in a tangled mess of limbs, and muscle, and sweat and man seed.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: When I finally woke up it was nearly noon. I woke up first, a beam of sunlight streaking through the curtains and playing on my face. I opened my eyes, and looked over at you as you lay asleep, totally vulnerable and sated from a night for amazing alpha sex. Savouring this brief moment to watch you sleeping. Fuck. I had fallen for you. Completely. I was totally in love with you. But I knew that today we also had our duties. We had been given the go ahead to debrief Darius as part of the formal transfer from MI6 to CCS.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I leaned over and decided it was time to wake you up, and let you know how I felt. I kissed you on the stubble of your face and rested my forehead against yours, staring into your eyes as you opened your own eyes and came awake. I whispered as I laid on top of you, looking into your eyes, my hand reaching out and twining my fingers into yours. ”Fuck me… Nick, do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? I’ve never been in love like this before. Last night… last night was an experience that I’ll have for the rest of my life.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: My eyes flutter open as I look straight into yours, feeling your weight and presence next to me and I instantly relax, my muscled frame almost sinking into the mattress. My hand and fingers lock with yours as you grab them firmly. I listen to your comments and my cock stiffens in the sheets, already wanting to continue our session from last night but knowing, like you, that we have work to do. Work I’ve been thinking about for a long time as I recovered in that hospital bed knowing Darius would be waiting for me.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I smile and kiss you back lightly. “And a long, exceptional life it will be, with you at my side, James.” I shift so I can wrap my body around yours more, tightly, cocooning it protectively. “Last night was just the beginning. Our bond is already undeniable, and it will be unbreakable. Nobody is ever going to fuckin’ take you from me.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I rock us back and forth for a minute before releasing you, then sliding out from the sheets reluctantly. I get up out of bed first, walking toward the bathroom, my broad back and muscled ass on full display for you as I am ready to take a shower before getting dressed for the important day ahead. “Will you be watching today?” I ask, knowing full well that Mi6 will have access to view the interrogation.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I allow myself the luxury of a few more moments of being with you. You wrap your body around mine, and in turn, I wrap mine around yours, sharing our power with each other. I growl in your ear, “You’ve got that right on all counts Nick. And you know full well I’m not gonna let anyone take you from me.” Then it’s time to get up, and you get out of bed, and I follow after.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: We head into the bathroom, and I turn on the shower water answering your question, as we take a quick, efficient shower together. My dick is stiff at the sight of your naked muscle, but I’m all business now, and enjoy the hard-on without acknowledging it. I answer your question as the water washes us, “Yes, I’ll be right beside you, in an observer's role. You will conduct the interrogation as you see fit..” I take a moment and watch you, knowing you’ve wanted your hands on Darius ever since he fucked you over.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I step out of the shower, and get dressed quickly, efficiently. Finishing off by buttoning the cuffs of my sharp white shirt, and smoothing the pleats of my trousers. I strap on a discreet belt over my white shirt, holstering my pistol, and shrug on my grey jacket. I nod at you. “Ready when you are Nick.”

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12:26 CaptainNickWilson: My cock is rock hard through the shower, looking at your perfectly muscled ass and back and that hard battle forged chest. But we both get our job done, a hard one in this instance to not get distracted. We towel off and I also start to get dressed, sliding on a pair of Pro Combats and then a military green wife beater, leaving my arms exposed and letting it hug my massive chest. I put on my black combat trousers and then wrap my belt on, holstering my pistol as well and putting on a pair of black military boots.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: As we walk down and out of the apartment onto the street outside, I look around. “Fucking got all your shit backward in this place - driving on the wrong side of the road…we’ll take your car.”

12:26 AgentJamesMason: I shake my head as we leave the flat behind, my luggage in one hand and my keys in the other as you complain about our driving. I check out your choice of attire, and realize you are dressed to intimidate. You mean business.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: We reach my car, a gray 2019 Land Rover Defender. We make our way out of Edinburgh, past South Queensferry and onto the M8 towards Glasgow. It takes about 90 minutes total before we are pulling up to Faslane Naval Base. I flash my ID, and the guard waves us through. We make our way past several other checkpoints, and the guards raise their eyebrows at you. One of them, a snarky Glaswegian, makes some comment about Americans and Rambo. I roll my eyes, as he lets us through and into the holding facility. “They are waiting on you, Mr. Stallone,” he says. I snap at him and he backs off, stepping aside, allowing us to walk through the building.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I follow you down the hall as you seem to know the facility well enough. We enter an elevator and you look into a retinal scanner, which then gives you permission to select a button. You choose B4 and the elevator starts to descend - further than your standard floor, well into the earth. Finally the doors open into a large room and there are a dozen people there. Most dressed in civilian clothing, a few in military attire, my eyes latch onto Chris Carson through all of them.

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12:26 CaptainNickWilson: My commanding officer and friend since I was a teenager, Chris had flown in from the US. The big man had been in charge of the CCS for fifteen years now and had been out of field combat for half that. He was still in tremendous shape though and trained as hard as the rest of us, making him just as lethal as the rest of the CCS agents out there. Chris had no love lost for Darius, even if Darius had once been his man. He was glad to be here as this extraction of information from Darius could be big in the CCS ability to take down the Syndicate network.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Standing next to him was Alex Jennings, another CCS agent who was considered the number one of our small group.

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12:26 CaptainNickWilson: He was Chris’ right hand man and someone I always felt a natural rivalry with for Chris’ attention. Next to the two of them were two men from Mi6. Then scattered around the room, other members of the British military, performing their duties and making sure the microphones were working well, the air and temperature in the interrogation room was right and all of the little details that Nick would use to break Darius.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Through the room on the far side was a one-way glass panel looking out into the interrogation room. And there inside, tied at the wrists and feet by chains, lay a slumbering Darius, laid out naked on the floor. He had been stripped of all his clothes when he arrived at the facility. And in the lead up to this interrogation, he had been deprived of food and water to weaken him and dull his senses. He had been drugged and removed from his cell an hour ago and brought into the room to be shackled down.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: The walls were all dark concrete and the only light came in the form a dimmed overhead in the middle of the room. It looked like a plain vanilla room but it was wired with state of the art microphones, flood lamps that could blind a man and speakers that could deafen him, including with frequencies that a human wouldn’t hear but could make their ears bleed. On the opposite side of the room was a metallic silver chest with several unmarked drawers.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: We walk toward Chris, Alex and the British officers and I hold my hand up at my head, saluting Chris, stiffening my body and presenting it for his approval.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: We step into the top-secret detainment centre, and my eyes widen just a bit as the men gathered here are the who’s who of the covert operations world. I recognize my own boss, Commander Ronald Craig, a hard-as-nails no-nonsense alpha male from the East End of London. We got along well, because I produced results. As you and I walked towards the group of Officers, I snapped a tight salute to him. I had tremendous respect for his abilities and couldn’t have asked for a more capable commanding officer.

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12:26 AgentJamesMason: Chris Carson I recognized by sight, though we’d never met. So, the head of the CCS had traveled here to personally oversee the interrogation and transfer of Darius? I hadn’t expected that. And next to him was Alex Jennings. Again, I’d never met him, but everyone had heard of his exploits. The kind of stunts and missions he’d pulled off would put Hollywood’s toughest action hero to shame.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: We both stand to attention as Chris and Ronald inspect us. Chris looks at you carefully as you continue to hold your salute. Chris is wearing military attire, black combat boots, black fatigues, and a tight muscle-hugging SWAT style shirt that leaves no one to guess as to how powerful the head of CCS is. Ronald is dressed similarly to me, in a sharp white shirt, slacks and dress shoes. Even so, the shirt he’s wearing is bulging at the seams, his muscularity evident.

12:26 CommanderChrisCarson: After a long silence, Chris nods. “Good work Nick. You and Agent Mason have done well. At ease gentlemen.” Ronald nods at me, and we both relax, dropping the salute and shifting to an at ease position.

12:26 CommanderChrisCarson: Chris looks over at me then, “And I wanted to personally thank you on behalf of the CCS for your assistance, Agent Mason. I am informed that you went above and beyond the parameters of your own mission to not only save the life of Agent Nick Wilson, but secure the traitor Darius.”

12:26 CommanderRonaldCraig: Ronald nods, speaking, “Indeed Agent Mason. I think I can speak for both me and Commander Carson when I say the success and teamwork of this mission has shown us the benefits of working more closely in the field. Commander Carson and I have arranged for the two of you to be assigned to work together as a two-man team.” I nodded, keeping my features neutral, but inwardly feeling an amazing sense of elation at the thought of working with you.

12:26 CommanderChrisCarson: Chris turns to you. “Agent Nick, the privilege of interrogating Darius is yours. After reading the mission debriefing, I think you are highly motivated. Proceed when ready. We will monitor from the observation area.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: As Chris allows us to relax, I walk forward and give him a big bear hug. The CCS was a tight knit family. Consisting of only a couple dozen agents, we all knew each other well. Chris was our ‘father’ in so many ways and put us in positions to succeed at what we did.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “Thanks for coming Chris,” I whisper in his ear. I back off, not wanting to make this a love fest in front of our British counterparts, listening to Commander Craig compliment you.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “I can’t say enough about his man,” I reply as Craig tells us that we’ll be a two man team. “He saved my life and saved the mission. A true warrior. You have an exceptional man in James here. It will be an honor working with him more directly in the future.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: As Chris gives me permission, I nod and look at you one final time. Then I walk out of a door on the side of the room which links to a hallway that connects to the interrogation room. I stop outside the door, taking a deep breath, then opening it slowly and carefully. Darius lay on the ground, still unconscious from the drugs, his muscled body having recovered from the punishment of the day they fought. His arms and legs were each individually shackled by four chains connected to the two corners on the far side of the room from the observation area. One of the downsides of being a captive in a civilized country was that they treated their prisoners with basic care. ‘Well, all the more enjoyment breaking him again,’ I think to myself. I flip one of the switches on the wall and the chains attached to his wrists start to pull.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Slowly his body shifted on the ground and pulled him back toward the wall, then slowly he started to lift up, sliding up the wall. When his head got about 4 feet in the air, I stopped the ascent, walking up to him, looking down on that still unconscious face. Slowly I unbuckled my belt and opened my zipper. My cock popped out, semi-hard as I looked down on him. Slowly I released a steady and powerful stream of urine toward his face. “Time to wake up, motherfucker,” I growled

12:26 DariusJames: Darius is in a deep, dreamless sleep, courtesy of the sedative he’d been administered. He slowly drifted back to consciousness, aware of a powerful, pungent scent of ammonia, then suddenly his eyes snapped open, and he sputtered in disgust as he realized he was being pissed on. The powerfully muscled black alpha warrior instantly assessed his situation and knew it wasn’t good. Every limb was chained, and he was being held up at an awkward angle by the arrangement.

12:26 DariusJames: His eyes narrowed as he looked up at you, seeming to have been completely healed after he’d beaten you within an inch of your life. He kept his cool. He had no idea what had happened, since he’d been knocked out so fast, he never even got a look at the man who had tasered him, and he’d had no real human interaction or information since becoming a prisoner. But he was a good guesser.

12:26 DariusJames: He sneered up, “What a fucking pathetic piece of shit you are, Wilson. You couldn’t beat me man to man, so you had to bring in some pansy assed mother fucking back up boy to take me. I’m more of a man than you’ll ever be. Go ahead mother fucker, do your worst. No matter what you do, you know and I know that I’m the better man. I’ve proven it to you twice now. Bitch.” Darius is contemptuous, not intimidated, and not afraid of pain. He hocks, and hurls a wad of spit right up into your face.

12:26 AgentJamesMason: Back in the observation room, the Brits look a little startled at the crude beginning, all except myself and Ronald. I nod approvingly. Standing next to me is Commander Craig on one side, and then on his other side Agent Alex Jennings. On my other side, Commander Chris Carson is watching intently. The aides and others are arrayed behind us.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: zip up my commando pants and follow it up by buckling the belt again as Darius mouthed off. I expected him to. It was the only thing he truly would have in this interrogation and it wouldn’t get him far. He wasn’t going to be wrong about most things he would say, at least based on where we were today and in this moment, so it made it easier to handle.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: He tries to spit in my face, the spit falling short and hitting my tight fitting tank top. I don’t wait, sending a knee straight up into his jaw, looking to set the tone quickly. “Darius, nothing would please me more than you trying to resist what will happen to you today. It just means you and I will be in here that much longer and I will be killing you more slowly.” I don’t waste any time, wanting to make it painful early and see if he will crack to it, bringing my boot straight up into his dangling balls, driving them up into his body.

12:26 CommanderRonaldCraig: Inside the room, Commander Craig looks over at Jennings. “I’ve been wanting to meet you for some time Alex. To thank you for all you’ve done to help my country over the years. You’ve been Commander Carson’s best asset for tracking and compromising our common enemies.”

12:26 DariusJames: Darius was ready, and wasn’t afraid of pain. Even so, your knee smashed deep into his jaw, with brutal force, sending a wad of spit and blood arcing out of his brutalized mouth, pain erupting from his chin. His eyes crossed, but he didn’t cry out. He hears your little speech, and his entire body shakes as your boot smashes deep into his dangling, thick bull balls. He still doesn’t cry out though. But the look of pain on his face is unmistakable. Finally, he gains control of the sickening pain, and sneers up at you, “Fuck you Wilson. You never could have done it by yourself. You are weak. A liability. You need others to do the heavy lifting for you. Fuck. You. “

12:26 CaptainAlexJennings: Jennings turns to Commander Craig, nods in acknowledgement of the praise. He responds, in a deep, gruff no-nonsense voice, “The honor is mine sir. Your own record is quite impressive. The Syndicate are dangerous, but if you can catch them when Derek Steel is not around, then they are much easier to crack. It’s not hard under those circumstances.” Alex takes in Ronald Craig, noting that the older officer clearly kept himself in shape. Alex knows he’s underselling the difficulty of his past set of missions, but he doesn’t need to blow his trumpet. He knows he’s the best. It’s a simple matter of record.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I walk over to the wall and play with the switches, letting the chains pull Darius up to a standing position, then just an inch off the ground, pulling him back and tight against the wall and stretching his legs wider, the weight of his body resting on his wrists in the shackles. I laugh at Darius’ attempt to rattle me. ‘You’re the liability, Darius. You are going to tell us what we want to know, or it is going to get very very bad for you. You know this. You know the drill, and you know that I will break you. I don’t expect it will be hard.” I walk back up to him and grab his dangling balls, squeezing them firmly but not hard. I use my other hand to press his head to the wall, putting my thumb over his right eye and pushing firmly but not hard. “Now let’s cut to the chase - what was the purpose of the underground munitions depot that we took from you? Oh, and which do you care more about, Darius? Your eye or your balls?” I press harder against both, the squeeze locking down his right testicle as I also press in on his right eye. “Answer quick Darius - it might just save the one you care about.”

12:26 CommanderRonaldCraig: Craig also noticed the bearded ginger’s physique. He was certainly impressive and of a similar age to himself. “You are not wrong. Steel is a real issue. As is Sterling, their new dog. He has been wreaking havoc and helping the Syndicate funnel weapons to over a dozen illicit cartels and mafia groups. He took over for the last man who did this for the Syndicate - i believe you had a hand in busting that ring up...was it Syndicate Mercenary Campbell if i remember right?

12:26 DariusJames: Darius grunted as the chains pulled him up against the wall, holding him tightly, stretching his legs wide. He felt the sharp dig of the steel against his wrists as the chains held his full weight. Then that fucker laughs at him. Darius growls angrily as the bitch boy proclaims his purpose and dominance. Then he asks his question, the purpose of the underground munitions depot. Fuck him to hell. Then Darius felt pressure on his right eye and his right testicle. Darius looks at you from his left eye, his mouth twisting into a sneer, “I’m already dead fucker. You know it. I know it. Go ahead and do whatever the fuck you are going to do. I’m not telling you SHIT. And when you kill me, you can watch me die knowing that I’m the better man.”

12:26 CaptainAlexJennings: Behind the security glass, Alex turns again to stare at Craig, his ginger bearded face suddenly breaking out into a grin. “Ah yes, Campbell. That was a dicey situation.” He shakes his head ruefully at the thought. “It all started when I had been tasked with investigating the operations of an Irish American organization in Boston. The CCS had been tipped off by you Limeys about funds being funneled to certain Northern Irish whackos who wanted to bring back the good old days of bombs in Belfast. This ..” Alex strokes his ginger beard “.. helped convince those whack jobs that I was one of them. Took me months, but finally I made it into their inner circle. I was part of the delegation that was sent over to Northern Ireland. When we arrived, I was fucking shocked as hell to be greeted by none other than Campbell.” He shook his head. “It was dicey. I was in their compound, surrounded by heavily armed former IRA bastards. Campbell recognized me instantly. We’d had a run in a few years back. If I had known the Syndicate had dipped their fingers into the Northern Ireland situation. Fuck. It was a bloodbath. Luckily, I got the drop on them. As soon as I saw Campbell, I went bat-shit crazy. Had to. It was my only chance. I dropped five of them before they even realized the danger. Campbell was a smart one though, he dove for cover as soon as the bullets started flying. And the instant my clip ran dry, surrounded by dead terrorists, he jumped me. He thought he could take me. He was wrong. He’s dead now. That was a long goddamn day though. I had to kill about twenty other whack jobs before I got clear of the compound. Most of them hand to hand. I’d managed to make it to a back service corridor. It was heavily guarded. At one point I was facing off with four of them at the same time. Nearly didn’t make it. But as you can see, here I am.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I press in on both spots, applying significant pressure to Darius’ right testicle, clenching my fist, my forearm flexing, veins popping out as my hand starts to shake with the power I put into it. “You're not going to die till I tell you that you can, cunt.” I say, pressing back on the optic nerve but not so hard as to pop your eye, a delicate balance for sure. I hold it in place for 30 seconds before pulling back off the pressure. “Better man who couldn’t finish the job…” I finally say, skepticism littering the tone of my voice. “Sounds like a beta bitch who had two shots to take me out and still couldn’t do it. “You tell me what I want to know, and I’ll give you a chance to finish what you started. No interference. Just you and me to the finish.”

12:26 CommanderRonaldCraig: Craig nodded his approval. “I knew Campbell from when we were both young. Exceptional fighter and tactician, not to mention a tough Irishman from what I remember. It was too bad he fell in line with those political views. That was a huge bust that you had, and it saved thousands of lives. Was Campbell as tough as they say he was?”

12:26 DariusJames: Darius clenches his teeth, his body involuntarily writhing in pain, a sickening wave of nausea spreading out from his compressed nut, and stabbing, terrifying agony pulsing in his tortured eye. He gasps, screaming out, “FUCK YOU!!” He has no plans to talk. This fucking bastard Nick had another thing coming if he thought that he was gonna break. Pain… then relief.

12:26 DariusJames: Darius slumps as you release the pressure. Gasping. He hears Nick’s offer. He is tempted, for a moment. A chance to finally end this bitch. He wouldn’t take his time with it. He’d fucking kill the bastard quick. No second chance. He was sorely tempted. Did it really matter if he told them what the depot had been planning? Derek wouldn’t really care would he? He growls at you. “Fuck you Nick. Would you betray your team just for the chance at revenge? Weak. All of you bastards, fuck tards, pussies, every one. You know why I left the CCS, why I joined up with Derek.” Then Darius turns and looks at the one way glass. “I’ll bet Carson is here watching. That fucker knows why. He showed real concern for his team when he let them get butchered by those fucking Spetsnaz. You and the CCS can go FUCK yourselves.”

12:26 CaptainAlexJennings: Alex nods in reply to Craig. “Every bit as tough. We went at it for about fifteen minutes solid, his fists were fucking fast. I took some brutal hits, the bastard managed to break my fucking jaw. He knocked me out for a few seconds with that one. He was just about to snap my neck when I came back, and stuck my finger in his fucking eye, popping it. After that, it was only a matter of time until I managed to finish him by bashing in his Adam's apple with a well-placed strike. I used his dying body as a meat shield to absorb the bullets of the guards who realized they could shoot at me now. Fighting my way through the rest of the guards in the service tunnel I found was brutal. My broken jaw was a goddamn beacon for those bastards. But, like I said, I made it in the end.”

12:26 CommanderRonaldCraig: Craig smiled. “In talking with Commander Carson, it sounds like your next assignment will be equally challenging. We have the best man for the job, for sure.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: Back in the interrogation suite, I put the squeeze back on, working that ball and eye for another 15 seconds. I let go again and shout in his face. “You were the one who betrayed your team!”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I take a deep breath, and compose myself. “Leaving us to join the Syndicate, who just goes around murdering and torturing people, either directly or through their proxies. You are the weak one, Darius. To succumb to Steel and his bag of tricks, luring you in like a lemming to do his dirty work. My offer stands, Darius - you tell me what I want to know and I’ll take you to a nice private place and bury you there.”

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: I step back and release my grip on his eye and testicles. I turn my back on him and walk away, then lift up my tank top, over my head and toss it to the side. It was hot in the room and only going to get hotter. Just to the left side of my muscled back, the stitches and scar was visible from the wood that had impaled me during our fight. Then I turned to face him, the massive scar across my pecs from when he tried to carve me like a turkey at Thanksgiving. My eyes hardened, narrowed as I walked slowly back up to him.

12:26 CaptainNickWilson: “Now you are going to tell me what I want to know, Darius. I have all day. And all night. And the day after that, and after that. I will be here torturing you until you break. It’s going to happen. You are weak. You are no alpha, just a traitor to your unit and to your country. And now you’re going to pay for it….”

Published: 2020-07-21, viewed 83 times.