Agents Universe

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: When Jack wakes up next, it’s because I’m pouring a bucket of salt water over his head. The salt water will get into the open cuts on his face and back and burn like a mother fucker. When he realizes what is what, he’ll find himself strapped to a heavy folding steel chair, his broken right forearm and his left forearm shackled together with ziptie behind the back of the chair. His ankles are tightly wrapped with ziptie as well. It seems to be the inside of one of the shipping containers, and there is a bright, white hot light staring right into his face. There is a table off to one side, containing a couple of heavy car batteries with huge jumper cables attached to them. Next to them is a container of salt, a container of concentrated powdered lye, a long wicked knife, and a heavy, coiled bullwhip.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I take a deep look at Jack, admiring the thick, purple black contusions covering his savagely fucked up abs and his broken ribs. His left hand is covered in cuts and is still bleeding, his fingers look broken from being ground into the stones beneath my boot. His right forearm is bent, clearly broken, and surrounded by heavy bruising. I jiggle it a bit as I walk around Jack. His jaw is savagely bruised, and blood is still leaking out of it, with a patch of his beard ripped clean off. I growl in his ear, “Welcome to your nightmare Jack. Believe me, salt in your wounds is only the very beginning.”

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: From the darkness, I slowly regain my sense of self. My thoughts are abstract as I stir, feeling like I'm floating through space. There's pain, growing more and more as I rouse from my unconsciousness. It's everywhere, but I can't feel my body, I'm in some sort of hellish dreamstate.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Suddenly a warm rush comes over my body, pouring onto my face. It feels like a thousand knives slicing at me and it jolts me awake which agonising aggression. "AAARRRRGGGHHHH!" I scream at the top of my lungs, it's fucking saltwater. I have no idea what's happening, there's wounds on my face and they're fucking stinging like bees.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: As I jolt forward to react to the pain, my arms pin me back. Pulling on them causes them to throb in agony as I disturb the broken bones. I somehow scream louder. A chair.. I'm in a chair, burning and stinging. My ankles are tied too.. what the fuck is happening!? My eyes adjust to the blinding white light before me and I see a figure towering over me. Fuck.. what the--?

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: My memory catches up with me. Derek. The fight. Fuck. He has me.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "You fucking monster!! YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH LET ME GO!!" I yell as loudly as I screamed, pain fuelling my anger and terror. Fuck this is bad.. this is fucking torture. I'm about to be tortured.. the thoughts spiralled as I took in the severity of what was happening. Fucking torture, fuck fuck fuck. I squirm but it hurts like hell, so I stay still, breathing deep, breathing through the pain.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I catch sight of the table to my right, each weapon and tool looking more vicious than the last. Holy fucking shit. I roar in anger, fear and agony. "FUUUCKKK!"

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I laugh as Jack calls me a psychopath. Deep, rich belly laughs. “A psychopath? Oh no, Jack my lad, I love my mother and take care of my dog.” I reach over for the bullwhip as I get my laughter under control. “If I were a psychopath, you’d already be dead, trust me. No, what I am is a sadist. And what you are is a worthless..” I pull back the whip, and with a brutal, practiced grace, my thick muscled right arm snaps forward, driving the heavy tip of the bullwhip to CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK as it flashes like a bolt of lightning against Jack’s right pec. I recoil the whip, continuing, “..pathetic hot-headed brat who thinks he’s the next James Bond…” I snap the whip again, CRACKKKKKKKKk, the head of the heavy, wicked whip lashes against Jack’s torso, making a red streak of fire from his left nipple down to his belly button. “.. now, if you want this to stop Jack, all you have to do is share those credentials with me.”

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I put the whip down, and picked up the box of salt. Casually, I pour a big handful of salt in my hand, and kneeling in front of you, with a sadistic grin on my face, I rub the salt savagely, brutally, into the fresh whip cuts glowing red on Jack’s left pec, and the whip lash starting at his left nipple and leading down to his belly button. I admire the lean tautness of his musculature, and I start to hard. I think I’ll need to do something about that before the night is over. His mouth would make a great cumdump for my cock. He was pretty hot, and he suffered so beautifully. My muscles flex with power, as I literally use my hand as though I were scrubbing a floor, grinding and driving the salt deep into those wounds.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Derek takes the whip from the table of pain and my heart leaps out of my throat. Holy fuck!! I squirm painfully in my restraints and close my eyes tightly, my face scrunched in anticipation. Fuck fuck fuck, this is going to hurt. Steel trails off into one of his monologues, I hold my breath waiting for the crack of pain to destroy my body even more.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: A burning flash of pain slices across my chest. The crack of the whip echoes off metal walls of the shipping container. "FUUUUUCKKK!" I scream as the whip leaves a vicious welt along my pec. It's a fucking horrible pain, and I spit flies from my mouth as I scream with such force. "OOOOHH FUCK!" I breathe, quick and heavy as I pray for the pain to pass.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Another crack of whip lashes against my body, stinging my chest and stomach. I jolt in response to the intense pain it leaves behind, screaming again as Derek tortures me with the whip. "FUUUUICK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!" I bite my bottom lip so hard each time I curse the word that blood traces along it. I spit the blood out as it trickles into mouth and whimper in pain.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: My credentials.. that will end this. No more pain, just give him my credentials.. no, I can't. I refuse to be the new kid that allows himself to be tortured into betraying the agency on my first week. But fuck.. this pain--

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "AAAARRRGGGGGHHHH!" my spiralling thoughts are interrupted by a sudden intense burn, I open my eyes and Derek is rubbing fucking salt into my wounds, massaging it into my body like it's fucking foreplay. I scream as his hand slides over my body, and what I thought was the most pain of ever suffer increases tenfold and will only continue to do so.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: The word "please" creeps to the tip of my tongue, but I quickly swallow it down and cry through the pain, certain I won't be able to keep my begging at bay much longer.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Jack’s screams of torment and curses fill the small shipping container and the sound is simply delightful. I finish rubbing the salt into his wounds, setting off a burning fiery pain that will only grow more intense with time. Then, I walk over to the bench again, and take up the two massive jumper cables with the huge alligator clips attached to the bank of car batteries. I grin. I touch them together, right in front of Jack’s face, sending off an explosion of sparks. I say, “Those credentials Jack… but, please, don’t be in a hurry to tell me right away, I’m having so much fun. Do you have any idea how much I despised your father? How gratifying it was to end his worthless life? Do you have any idea how much I’m enjoying making his son’s life into a living hell? Let me show you…”

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Then, I attach the negative lead to Jack’s left shoulder. Nothing happens… yet, except for the painful bite of the metal prongs from the clip digging into Jack’s tender young flesh. But… When I attach the positive lead to his guts, sinking the teeth into a fold of his skin down near the right side of Jack’s torso, just above the waistline, there is most definitely an effect. As savage, burning, muscle rending circuit of current starts frying Trent’s worthless, fucking stupid bastard of a son with unbelievable pain.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: The salt buries itself into my wounds, burning through to my core. I grimace and moan, trying to tear my mind away from the pain. Derek approaches the jumper cables and my stomach twists, suddenly feeling like it needs to throw up.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "Awww FUCK!" I clench my teeth as he approaches me and sets off a spark in my face, a flash of yellow accompanied by a sizzling snap that makes me quiver in my chair. "Ooooh fuck fuck fuck--ARGH!" I wince as the crocodile clip pinches at the skin on my shoulder.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "FUUUCK!" I roar in anticipation, "DON'T DO THIS! FUUUUCK" my feet tap against the floor rapidly as I wait for the second clip. As soon as it connects with my stomach the agony rips through my body.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I judder and thrash in the chair as I scream as loudly as my voice will allow. "AAAAARRRGGGHH!" tears form in my eyes as the electricity ripples through me. It's like absolutely no pain I've ever felt before. It's fucking unbearable and I'm desperate for it to stop, to be free of this torture.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I'm unable to make the words to beg, instead I just scream, drool spilling from my mouth and dripping down my body, flying all over the room as I thrash. "UNNNGGGHHHH--!!"

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I watch with great pleasure as Jack’s nicely toned body is ripped and ravaged by the brutal electric current flowing through him. He can’t speak anymore, he just shakes and quivers, violently spasming. And still I don’t turn it off. I let it go on … and on. The skin and flesh around the points of contact with the jumper cables begins to burn badly, and only then I switch it off. I don’t want him to pass out from the pain.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Calmly I remove the clips, examining the two savage, horrific electrical burns, on his left shoulder and one down on his abs low on the right side. First degree burns, no doubt. Then, I take another handful of salt in my right hand, as I grab Jack’s bloodied and bruised face, his beard ripped out, drool and blood leaking from his mouth. I hold the salt near the wound on his left shoulder. With a questioning look in my eyes, “What’s it to be Jack? You ready to talk? Or shall we play more?”

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Derek removes the clips and I'm left a quivering mess in the chair, that was the most terrifying and painful experience of my life. My shoulder and gut wounds sting and burn, and the tears drip from my eyes.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "Arrghhh fuuuckk.." I moan, my voice completely fried from all the screaming, all I can do now is a dry, croaky groan. Derek grabs my face and tilts my head back, I look up into his eyes. I need this pain to stop, my whole body is begging me to give him the information. But I can't. He holds the salt threateningly next to my shoulder.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "Uunnggg-- please-- don't.." my face scrunches. That's it, I begged. He's destroyed me, and I have nothing else to offer than to beg like the weak, pathetic agent I am. But I can't take any more pain.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I grin as Jack begs me. I grin, looking him straight in the eye. I’m smiling, but my eyes are hard and cold as daggers. “Can you imagine Jack, how proud your father would be to hear you beg and plead like the worthless piece of shit you are? I mean, he would, if I hadn’t gutted him like a butchered hog. It’s a shame I don’t have a video of his death. It would be awesome playing in the background right now, wouldn’t it? But that is all beside the point. The point is that you haven’t shared your credentials with me.”

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: My hand starts forward, and I begin to massage the salt into the first-degree electrical burn on Jack’s left shoulder vigorously, spilling a bit out into my hand and rubbing it down into the other savage burn on his lower torso. I grin viciously, and let the salt sink into the wounds for a while. We’ll play more with the electricity. But I have something else I want to do now.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I put the salt down on the table, and grab my wicked combat knife. I get back into Jack’s face, not even really giving him a chance to get over the salt being rubbed into those burns. “You are just a stupid fucking idiot, Jack. You are so pathetic, so worthless that you can’t be trusted to manage your life. I mean, do you have any idea how monumentally stupid it was to listen to Peterson? So I’m going to do you a favor now. I’m going to treat you as my personal property. You won’t have to make any decisions once you are my property, will you? It will be easy. But, I need to mark you first. Brand you, like I would with any of my property.” I take the knife then, and my right hand reaches out with the blade, shoving the tip into the top of his right pec. With a savage grin, and a ripple of confident, precise power from my right arm, I drag the blade down, opening a deep cut into his leanly muscled pec, tearing into the muscle fibre. I lift the blade out, examining my handiwork as blood starts to ooze out of the cut, then start from the same point, except curve out and back in half circle. I step back, nodding. There was now a D carved into Jack’s right pec, bleeding and dripping down onto his heavily bruised abs. Quickly, with the blade, I put it right into his left pec, just above the heart, and with a smooth practiced flow, I drag the blade down in a sinuous curve, pulling it out at the bottom. Excellent. There was now an S carved into Jack’s left pec. I adjusted the light so Jack could see the small mirror on the opposite side of the container, clearly showing “D S” carved with my knife into his young, leanly muscled chest. “Mine. Jack. Your pathetic life now belongs to me.”

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Through my whimpers, I hear Derek describe how he killed my father. My pain and begging turns to anger, I want to scream at him, but all I can muster is a hoarse, broken growl. "You're a sick-- fucking-- bastard" I utter in between pained and stifled breaths, wincing as Derek moves his salt-wielding hand towards my shoulder wound.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "Euurgghh-- ffffuckk!" I bite down into my lip, squirming in my restraints again. The credentials, it's so easy to just blurt them out. Or would I rather die? Allow myself to be tortured to death by this psychopath rather than betray the agency my entire family devote their lives to? The burn of the salt moves down to my abs and I open my mouth to scream, but my voice catches in my throat. The burn stays for so fucking long, it's unbearable. When Derek moves away, my head falls over my chest, spit and blood spilling out onto my body. I moan groggily as my body throbs in pain. I hear his footsteps approaching the table and dread to think what nightmarish idea his dark mind has conjured up now.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: He approaches me with a wicked combat knife and stares me cold in the face. "Ooooohh fuck!" I squirm again and groan as he lectures me on my own stupidity. As soon as he mentions branding my eyes widen, the humiliation would be too much to bear. "N-no, no-no, fuck, don't--" The blade pierces my chest and I find my voice again, screaming but in anger moreso than pain. "FUUUCK! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE I HATE YOU! ARRRGGHH" I squirm and thrash but Derek's precision means the knife never misses it's mark. This is fucking permanent, whatever the hell he's doing is going to be with me forever.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: The sick fucker moves over to the other side of my chest and starts carving again. "GOOODD FUCKING DAMNIT YOU SICK FUCKER WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME--" I trail off into pained winces and grunts as each slice of the blade brands me with something unknown.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: The lighting adjusts and I catch sight of myself in the mirror, and... fuck. Who is that? Some guy I don't even recognise, battered and bloodied beyond recognition, half-stripped and tied to a chair. His body is black and red from burns and bruises, he looks like somebody that needs to be mercy-killed. Seeing myself like that somehow makes the pain even worse, seeing the result of my injuries. My eyes drift to the brandings on my chest, although reversed in the mirror I can make out a "D" and an "S". My mind spins and my stomach churns. Rage, embarrassment and disbelief climb out of my throat and I shout at Derek, "YOU FUCKING MONSTER I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!"

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Calmly, I put the knife back onto the table as Jack screams out his hatred of me. Then, my eyes still cold and hard, I wait until he is finished screaming, then I simply say, with a evil grin, “You have a very foul mouth, Jack. To be expected, I guess, from Trent’s son. But you are going to learn to speak to me with respect, boy. Now, you will apologize.” Suddenly, I pull my fist back, and smash it up, delivering a savage uppercut to the bottom of Jack’s jaw, nearly lifting his entire body, along with the chair up off the floor.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Then, I squat a bit, cock my right fist, and smash it so savagely into Jack’s already abused gut, that his chair is knocked over backwards, landing on his broken right forearm. With savage cruelty, I kick him in his broken ribs with my steel toed boot, with another sickening crunch, compounding the fractures. Then, I take out my steel baton, and turn it point downwards, and DRIVE it into the pit of Jack’s heaving stomach, the blunt end nearly spearing those abused and tortured abs with the force. I snarl, “The beating will continue Jack, until you apologize to me.”

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Rage takes charge of my body as I stare at the initials on my chest for a while longer, but that anger is disguising fear. Derek stands over me once more, his boulder-like fists clenched threateningly. Apologise? If I didn't have a fiery rage mixed with terrified horror coursing through my veins, I'd have laughed. Derek launches into an assault, smashing my jaw from beneath that sends me flying back and causes blood to spurt from my mouth. I feel the chair lift away from the ground and I jolt in response to steady myself.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: A brutal, blunt force smashes into my tortured abs, the epicentre of my pain, and a low, guttural and ugly noise escapes me as I fall backwards and smash against the floor. My broken arm takes the impact, causing me to scream loudly. My scream is interrupted by a vicious stomp to my already broken ribs, turning it into agonised groans. A final smash to my gut with the steel baton triggers a coughing fit as the wind rushes out of my body. The bruised flesh of my abs has never known this amount of pain could even be possible.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: The assault happened so quickly, and now I'm lying at Derek's feet, completely broken and crushed. "UNnnggg--" I moan, looking up at him. "F-fuck you, Steel--" the words come out of nowhere; a strength I didn't even know I had, or was it stupidity? "Y-you'll have to k-kill me first".

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: What a fucking idiot. A desperate attempt to seem tough, although my voice quivers with fear. What am I hoping for? That he'll let me go for showing some balls? I know that if this keeps up I'll be begging him to stop and saying whatever he asked of me, my broken body was telling me that. But this anger, this.. spunk. I'll cling to it for as long as I can. Idiot.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I smile as Jack persists in resisting me. My dick actually gets hard as a steel spike. Oh I was going to enjoy face fucking his brains out when I was done breaking him. Yes I was. I reach down and grab the back of Jack’s chair, then I put it upright again, my powerful left arm flexing with muscle and strength as I lift the chair, and his entire body weight with just one arm. I push the chair up against the wall so it can’t be knocked over. Also, this way, every blow I was going to deliver would shove his broken right forearm against the wall. Then, I raised my baton, and spreared the fucking worthless son of Trent right in his abs, backing off a bit, and charging forward, getting a bit of momentum so my 220 pounds of solid, ruthless mercenary muscle was behind the blow into his guts. “Whenever you are ready to apologize Jack, I’m ready to listen. But as for killing you, no. Not yet. I won’t have to kill you first. Because you see, you are weak. Just like your father.”

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I haul back, and slam forward again, once more driving the butt of my steel baton deep into Jack’s savagely tortured guts. I could tell that his muscles were totally trashed, and every blow now was doing some fucking serious damage to his internal organs. What fun this was.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Derek lifts me up like I weigh nothing and slams the chair against the wall, trapping my broken arm against the wall. "Fuuuuckk!!" I grit my teeth, then Derek starts unleashing the brutal steel baton on my long-destroyed abs. "UUUUNNGGHH--" I choke on the air that shoots out of my body, and my fucking god does my gut hurt. I'm feeling pain in places I didn't even know I could feel.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Derek steps back and lines up his shot, then charges at me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, "FFUUUU--ngggg" that fucking hurt. That really fucking hurt. Like a rhino charging at me during a stampede, right into my gut, made even worse by my arm crunching and grinding against the wall. Another running charge slams into my gut. I yelp loudly and fluid fills my mouth, it spurts from lips and paints the floor, as well as my chest and stomach. It's.. blood, but it's dark. Oh fuck.. fuck fuck fuck. That's not good. "Euurgggh--- fuck!"

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: My head goes limp as it hangs by my chest. "F-ff-fuck.." I moan softly, dark red blood still dripping from my lip. "I'm s-so, I'm sorry--" my voice is quiet and barely audible, right now I just want to die.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: After my second slam into Jack’s abs with the butt of my baton, the pathetic boy vomits up some blood, mixed with bile, painting the floor and his body. I stand back, wiping some of it off my black shirt with a nearby cloth.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Then, I reholster my baton. I step forward and hold Jack’s chin, and force him to look up into my eyes. “That’s better, boy. Now, are you ready to share your credentials with me?”

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: My head tilts back as Derek glares down upon me, I can't take this anymore - the agency can go fuck themselves. I open my mouth to give Steel the information he needs, but doubt steals my voice.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: What damage could Derek do to the security of this country if he gets is violent claws into our system? "Uuunnnggg fuckkk!" I moan, "please-- please don't make me do this-- fuuckk!!" I gaze into Derek's eyes with pleading eyes. "Please!"

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Thoughtfully, I listen to Jack’s pleading. I nod, my eyes hard as diamond knives. I reach out my finger, and idly trace patterns in the bloody vomit that just spewed forth from his broken body. I walk over to the table and grab my most vicious weapon yet. A container of lye. I speak up conversationally as I head back to Jack, “You know Jack, the active ingredient in drano is lye. You know why? Because lye can dissolve organic matter, you know all that guck that gets stuck in the drains, even hair.” I shake the box. “What I have here is pure lye in a powdered form. What do you think would happen if I sprinkled this on your wounds? How about we find out?” I take the box, and open it.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Then, very sparingly, I sprinkle a small amount of the corrosive, unbelievably toxic substance across the carved D S on Jack’s chest. Then, I sit back and watch. “All you have to do Jack, is tell me those credentials, and I’ll wash it off right away. Just that.” My eyes sparkle with mischief.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I can't give them up, the humiliation and blame would get me fired, and I'd be an even bigger embarrassment to the Young name than I already am. Steel approaches the table again and I beg more, pulling in my restraints so much that my arms feels like it's going to disintegrate but I don't care.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "Nooooo please, please-- what are you-- what is that?" I catch sight of the container and fear stabs at my heart. Derek explains that it is Lye and my guts churn inside, twisting in protest as Steel stands over me, lye in hand.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "Oh f-fuck-- don't do this, n-n-no! FUCK!" I roar as he tilts the container towards my body. A small amount of powder falls into the carved initials on my pecs, and instantly I wish I was dead. "FFFFUUUCKKK! GET IT OFF, OH MY GOD!" give me the salt. Rub salt into every wound on my body, anything but this. Tears stream from my face and cut through the bloodstains. "I'LL TELL YOU JUST WASH IT OFF NOW, I PROMISE I'LL TELL YOU, JUST-- AARRRGGHHH!!"

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I grin. He’d broken. And, he’d done it about an hour earlier than I’d bet he would with Ivan. That means a whole crate of Russian top shelf vodka from Ivan’s personal store was mine. Hot damn. Calmly, as I reached out for a bottle of water, I spoke up “You really, really are pathetic Jack. Just like your dad. Worthless. A waste of space. A piece of shit.” I pour the water down over Jack’s chest, washing the lye away, and the salt as well. Then, I reach down into Jack’s trousers and take out his phone. I carefully clean his index finger, and press it to the fingerprint scanner. The phone unlocks. That was the first stage of getting in, easy when you have your man tied to a chair. Now for the second stage. I hold the box of lye over Jack with one hand, and ask him, “What’s your password boy? And if you give me the wrong password… what you have just been through will be like a walk in the park compared to what the rest of your life will have in store for you.”

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I've spent my whole life being called pathetic and worthless by my brothers. With them, I could bite back without being tortured. I may be broken, but the words.. they sting like the lye that was just in my wounds. "I'd like to see how long it would take you to break, Steel. Getting beaten and tortured, electrocuted, broken, salt and lye poured into your wounds"

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: But it is just a thought. I daren't say the words aloud. My spirit is broken anyway, but I tried to find some comfort in knowing that even this psychopath has a breaking point. The phone unlocks and tears still drip from my face.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Fuck, everything hurts. Everything really fucking hurts, more than I ever even thought was humanly possible. Fear grips my throat like a vice as I truly believe Derek could keep torturing me for his own sadistic pleasure. My voice is wobbly and broken as I try to speak.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "It's, f-fuck.." I've only been on the system for a week, and have only accessed it a few times. It's not a normal password, it's a selection of numbers of letters uniquely given to me.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "You have to memorise this, you can't have fucking TaylorSwiftie23 or whatever bullshit you kids are into" Director Powers' voice echoes in my mind. "Agent Young, these are your credentials. Memorise them, engrave them into your mind and burn them. You come to me in a few weeks saying you forgot your password and you can consider yourself fired"

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: He handed me my card and I studied it, gripped it tightly. I hadn't gotten my real ID at the time, it was the first thing I'd been given that showed me I was a real CSIS agent. My face, looking all serious, printed on the side. It was a special feeling, terrifying but empowering. What the fuck were those numbers.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "Oooh f-fuck. Ok, erm-- fuck!" I wince in pain, knowing that Steel won't be so patient if I don't get my fucking words out. I take a breath. "It's c-case sensitive" don't fucking stutter, that'll fuck up the password and you'll get another round of lye.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "P37k-k" fuck I stuttered. Fuck. "No wait, that's one K, FUCK!" I yell in frustration, my mind spinning. I look Derek in the eye and find my focus, detaching from the pain for just a few seconds to get this out. I can cry and moan and beg after but right now I need to get this fucking password out. "P37k92tnR1" I suddenly release the air that I didn't realise I've been holding in. Fuck.. please let that be right. It sounded right. Was it fucking right? I squirm, fuck fuck fuck.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I stood expectantly, one hand on his phone, the other holding the lye. His squirms of panic, pain and agony were music, such sweet music to my ears. His voice had broken out into a stutter, he could barely speak. I waited, my eyes hard, starting to slowly tip the box of powdered lye towards him… Then, he stuttered again, and finally repeated the entire string in one go. My thumb smoothly and dexterously tapped in the password without missing a beat. And then, the screen flashed a welcome message. I was in. I felt my guts churn with excitement. I turn my back on Jack, and walk over to another table, with my own phone. Our best hackers had prepped for this moment for months, after capturing and killing another CSIS agent, they had gotten his phone. They weren’t able to use it to access the CSIS network because his account had been disabled as soon as he had become MIA.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: But they had managed to crack the phone, and download it’s software. They had deconstructed the apps on the phone, and created a worm, a program designed to piggyback on the apps and reach deep into the CSIS systems to cause havoc. This program by his hacker boys was fucking brilliant. The apps on this phone allowed an agent to transfer funds for emergency use, allowed them to call up all the known intel on identified Syndicate agents, and allowed them to call up the identities of undercover CSIS agents. This program his boys had made would exploit these three apps to do three fucking brilliant things: Transfer 30 million Canadian dollars to an untraceable Swiss bank account, clearing out the CSIS’s operating budge for the entire year, delete all the gathered intel on Syndicate agents, and this, this was good, it would download the entire list of every undercover CSIS agent. I saw a killing spree in his future.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I connect Jack’s phone to a usb cable, and linked it to my phone. The worm was downloaded, and then, it went out into CSIS’s main system and I showed the screen to Jack to let him see what it was doing… Messages flashed across the screen, “30 million Canadian Dollars … transferred” and … “Intelligence collected on known Syndicate Agents deleted.” and finally, “Identity of all current undercover CSIS agents in the field… downloaded.”

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I laugh, then speak up, “Fuck boy, you done fucked up huge. You know how many good agents are gonna get killed because you were such a hot-headed weak-ass bitch? You know, I set a new record tonight. You broke faster than any pathetic fucking piece of shit I ever had the pleasure to get my hands on. And, good luck trying to track us down.. After we deleted everything you guys have on us. And just imagine what we can buy with 30 million Canadian dollars. You really are a fuck up, aren’t you Jack?”

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Derek turns his back on me and I feel a disturbing sense of relief. He's not torturing me, I can have a moment to breathe. Yes, the pain I'm in is absolutely unbearable, but thank fuck it isn't getting any worse. He fiddles with my phone like a mouse who finally got the cheese. I fucking hate him. What the hell have I done.. Derek fucking Steel is in our system. The CSIS aren't going to fire me. They're going to torture me to death as punishment, I'm sure of it.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "Wh-what are you doing?" I ask weakly as Derek's back is still turned. He's been quiet for too long, doing God knows what. Eventually he turned back to me, my phone in his hand, and showed me exactly what he'd done.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I'm stunned. My mouth hangs open and tears well up in my eyes. What the fuck have I done. Money, gone. Intel, gone. Undercover agents.. exposed. My gut twists, I feel sick. I look away from the phone. "ffffffffffFUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!" I yell in frustration, thrashing in my chair again. My arms, chest, face and gut flare up in agony again and.. I cry. Salty tears pour from my eyes. I can't deal with this. My chest heaves as I sob, a mixture of anger and regret still churning my guts. "K-kill me." I whisper. He can't let me live. The worst torture Derek could do to me now is return me to the CSIS, where I will forever be known as the rookie agent who broke under torture on his first week and fucked the whole agency. Beyond that, my family. My mother, who works on the CSIS board.. she'd never live it down. My brothers, who probably would have lasted hours more under Derek's torture.. they'd never let me forget it.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "Please just, kill me.." my head hangs by my chest in defeat. I'm done.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I laugh, “Kill you Jack? Nah, death is too good for you. At least, right now. Later on, when I’m done with you, I’ll kill you. But not just yet.” As I speak, I walk towards you, and put the phone away. Business concluded, time for pleasure. Mine at least. All this mayhem and torture was making my balls churn something fierce. I cupped my bulge, and smiled a wicked, evil horny grin at Jack. He was a pretty hot piece of meat. And all those broken bones, cuts and bruises made him that much hotter. I pulled him his chair away from the wall, then lifted my boot and kicked his fucking face, feeling his nose crunch as I smashed the sole of my boot into his face. His chair fell back, and I stepped over him.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I squatted down, my knees pinning his shoulders down to the grimy floor, probably grinding his broken forearm deeper into the concrete no doubt. I unzipped the fly of my combat trousers, and let my big thick piece of 100% pure steel out of it’s confinement. There was already a nice big drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip of my cock. As I reached down to grab Jack’s busted mouth and jaw, that little drop of pre-cum fell off and splashed on the end of his mashed in nose. I seized his jaw in my grip, forced that mouth open by driving my thumb and forefinger into the tender underside of his jaw. Then, with deep satisfaction, I plunged my cock down into his busted and bleeding mouth, driving my big dick right down his throat. Fuck me, that felt like seven kinds of heaven.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I was having a rather nice dream, it was an old one, but a good one. It was one I had often. I was reliving the first time me and Trent made love. We had just come back from the mission to break up the smuggling ring that Derek Steel had spent so much effort to build, and it had been wild. The combat had been fast and furious, but we had managed to get the drop on the Syndicate warehouse, and seized millions in illegal weapons, and more importantly, a treasure trove of documents and evidence that lead to the breakup of the entire ring. And the whole mission had been under Trent’s expert and capable command.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I had saved Trent from a sniper’s bullet by tackling him to the ground, and I remember to this day how strong and solid his body was, how he smelled. And evidently, the moment stuck with him too. I had always been wildly attracted to Trent since I was first transferred to Toronto, but he was married, he had kids. There was no way it could be mutual. It had happened so suddenly… We had gotten back to our hotel, and I was in my room, just having showered, nothing but a towel around my waist. There was a knock on my door, and I opened it. It was Trent. He was still in his uniform, had he had a … look on his face. He spoke, “Hey Jeff, I just wanted to say, thanks for saving my life today.” Then, his voice trailed off, and I was about to die of shame. My dick, at the sight of him, had suddenly gone stiff as a spike and peeked out through the folds of my towel. Trent looked down and swallowed hard, he looked flushed. Then, as I stood there, red with embarrassment and shame, he walked in, shut the door, and got right up into my grill. He looked into my eyes, then kissed me, harder and more passionately than I’d ever been kissed in my life. That night… was the best night of my life. We both felt guilty afterwards, for his wife. It wasn’t fair to her. And we promised not to take it any further. And then, after Steel had brutally murdered Trent, and I was nearly a broken man, his wife approached me at the wake, and told me, “Jeff, I knew … about you and Trent.. I knew. And, I’m so glad you made him happy.”

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: And every so often, in my dreams at least, I could be with Trent again, and remember the one time we made love. Suddenly, abruptly my phone rang. I woke up, what time was it, fuck, 4:30am in the morning. I groped for my phone, and answered. I listened, and my face started to go pale. Then grey… then ashen. FUCK. FUCK FUCK. I gulped, and asked a single question, “Whose account did they use for this attack?” My guts clenched and I felt sick. Oh god.. JACK.. Jack. I scrambled out of bed, and threw on my heavy gear. Boots, SWAT style trousers, a heavy bullet proof vest, and I loaded up my knife, my pistol, my phone, and a few flashbang grenades. He couldn’t be far… he couldn’t be. Then my phone rang again, I answered. And learned that it could, in fact, get worse. Peterson was gone, and he’d killed both his minders in the process. WHY THE FUCK WAS HE NOT IN A LOCKED PRISON CELL? I screamed at the phone. Then I hung up and took a deep breath. Think Jeff, think. How are you going to find Jack? Is it too late already?

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I can’t find him by his phone… all our systems are being rebooted, and restored from backups to clean out that fucking program that just cost us our entire yearly budget, our intel on the Syndicate, and the most terrifying thing of all… the identities of all our undercover men. We were going to have to spend the next several days pulling EVERYONE back to base, cancelling all of our undercover ops. The fallout… was going to be huge. We had been crippled. Oh Jack… how?? What happened? I didn’t blame him at all… I knew, deep in my gut, that he had been set up. I knew somehow, the Syndicate had gotten their hands on him and managed to break him. He wasn’t responsible for this. No one can resist being tortured for long. But this short of a time? What the fuck had they done to him to break him so quickly? How? Oh Jack. I realized then that this was not the reaction of a man who was concerned about his underling. I had to be honest with myself. As I pictured Jack’s face in my mind… so much like his father… I had to find him. BUT HOW??

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Then, it came to me. HIS CAR!!! His car had a tracking device built in that operated through the manufacturer, not our own systems. Quickly, I made a couple of calls to my aide, and told him what he had to do, NOW. I finished gearing up, and headed out to my car, when my aide called me back. I nodded. I knew exactly where that old abandoned rail yard was. I hoped like hell that’s where I would find Jack. I put my car into gear, and drove like a shot out of the car park of the crippled CSIS Headquarters. I’m coming Jack. Hang on.. I’m coming.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Derek denies my request to kill me, and I sulk. It's not fair.. doing this to a man, making him suffer emotionally and physically, destroying his career, making him responsible for the potential death of his colleagues.. only to leave him alive and suffering more. Derek is a sick fucking bastard, and I want him dead. Dead with me.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: He approaches me once more and his hand grazes his bulge. The world around me slows, I knew Derek was enjoying this but.. a new panic rises from my body. "FUCK NO! DEREK DON'T DO THIS, PLEASE DON--" I shake my head violently in protest, but suddenly my chair lurches forward and his heavy boot smashes into my face. I go flying backwards and and my arms collides against the floor, it hurts like hell but I don't care. My attention is entirely on something else.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Blood pours from my nose and down my cheek as Derek kneels down and reveals his cock. "AWWW FUCK NO, PLEASE NO!" tears and blood drip to the floor as I pull away with all my might, but his weight on my shoulder keeps me right where he wants me. I try and hold my mouth closed, but he prizes it open with his fingers. I want to bite them, I'll bit his fingers and I'll bite his fucking cock.. but I can't. That would only end in a very painful and even more humiliating way for me.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I've never had sex. Throughout school I was always the geeky and scrawny younger sibling of the "hot Young brothers", and I was too busy and preoccupied with the academy to get any action there. Truth is, I've never wanted sex with anybody. I've never found the right person. I had a girlfriend a few years back but it wasn't sexual. I always felt that something was wrong with me.. I just needed the right person to come along and I knew that I'd be into it, and it would be mutual and special.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: But now.. getting tortured and fucked in the throat by a disgusting fucking mercenary.. he is taking my first time away from me. For this, I loathe him. More than ever before. He prizes my mouth open and enters himself into my throat. I groan loudly in protest as his cock thrusts against the back of my throat. I choke and gag, unable to breathe because my nose is filled with blood. Tears roll faster to the ground as I gag. This.. this is the worst moment of my life.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: My hand grips Jack’s jacked jaw nice and tight, preventing him from biting down even if he fucking wanted to. I groan as I thrust my piece of steel deep down his cake hole, mouthing off to him… “That’s right Jack.. you are nothing but a broken piece of trash.. You are nothing but a hole… a thing… a place to dump my cum when I get horny.” I get so turned on by how much I’ve beat the crap out of Trent’s boy, how good it feels to hurt him, how much breaking him makes my balls churn and boil. I groan, gasping, shoving my dick to the full hilt, then shudder as I release streamer after streamer of my mercenary seed down Jack’s throat, keeping my cock in place, not letting him choke it up or spit it up, forcing him to swallow every single drop. Then, finally, I rip my cock out of his mouth and stand up, looking down at his pathetic body, broken and bloodied.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: “No boy, I’ve decided not to kill you after all. I’ve got a better idea. I’ll take you back with me, and I’ll use you as a motivational reward for my men, at least the ones that are wired that way. When one of ‘em does something exceptional, I’ll give them to you to use however they like. Can’t think of a better way for Trent’s fucking worthless son to spend the rest of his miserable days.”

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly, just out of the corner of my eye, I see a small, round object soaring through the air. I’ve been in enough combat situations to recognize one of those. My battle training kicks in, and on an instinct I leap towards the other side of the shipping container, into a roll, behind a crate, covering my head with my forearms. There is a sudden deafening blast of sound followed by a searing flash of light. A FUCKING flashbang. The CSIS.. they are fucking on to me!!! I pull out my pistol, peak over the crate, and catch sight of one of their boys… wait FUCK ME… not just any boy… that’s goddamn Jeff Rogers!!! SHIT YEAH!! But… FUCK ME FUCK ME. How many men does he have with him? No time to worry. Only time to fight. I fire a shot, aiming for his head. But the fucker leapt up just as I pulled the trigger. My shot slammed into the middle of his chest instead, the impact of my bullet slamming the bastard back against the far wall of the shipping container with a satisfying crunch. Just a goddamned shame he was wearing a bullet proof vest. He was hoping to catch me off guard, and stunned by that flashbang. Too bad for him.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I moan loudly as Derek thrusts into me, begging him to stop in a muffled voice. Suddenly my throat fills with his thick, warm seed. I refuse to swallow it, but there's nowhere else for it to go. I start to choke on it, coughing desperately. No choice.. it has to be swallowed. Essence of Derek slides down my throat and into my gut. The deed is done.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I lay on the floor, feeling emotionally numb. Tears continue to fall as I stare motionlessly at the ceiling. Everywhere hurts beyond description, but I have no energy, spirit or desire to moan in pain. I've hit rock bottom. Suddenly the room flashes white and it makes me jump, surging pain through my body once more. I start groaning again as the flashbang brings my attention back to the situation. "Euurggh fuck.." I squirm gently, trailing off into heartbroken sobs. "FUUUCK!" I cry, not caring about anything else that's happening. Guns shoot off and Derek's attention is on something else, but I don't care.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I think about calling for help, but I just don't care. They can leave me here, Derek can shoot a bullet into my head before my rescuer gets to me. I don't fucking care. The thought spirals around inside my mind and it fills me with emotion. I have never felt so broken, inside and out. If my hands were free right now, I'd get a gun, aim it straight at my head and pull the trigger.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I’ve never driven so fast or furious in all my life. But the roads are nearly deserted this early in the morning, and I’m racing down the city streets pushing 100mph wherever I can. It only takes me 15 minutes to arrive. I use my handsfree to try and call CSIS to send in an emergency extraction team, but the system is going through another fucking reboot, and the line is dead. I’m cut off. I realize that I should have planned, been more careful. It’s not like me to go haring off like this. I didn’t become the senior Agent in charge of anti-syndicate operations by making hasty decisions. What the fuck was wrong with me? Then, I realized…. It was all about Jack. I was just a distant figure to him, but to me, Jack was all I had of Trent. He was more like Trent than all of his brothers combined. But more than that.. I’d come to know Jack from a distance, keeping tabs on him, following him. I knew about the trouble he had from his brothers, how he was picked on and bullied. I read the reports, even talked to his mother about it. I’d known how eager he was to prove himself. I’d made arrangements to ensure he got into the academy, to ensure he had that chance. And he was a good boy… NO, he was a good man. He was a man now. I wished, wished I had been there for him when he needed a father. I felt more strongly about Jack than I’d ever even suspected. I had lost Trent to Derek Steel… That bastard would not get his hands on Trent’s son. I knew it was Derek Steel. Peterson was Derek Steel’s man. I knew it was him.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I pulled up, parking my Land Rover beside Jack’s car. I leapt out, and scanned the railyard. There, a dim light leaking through some cracks from an old shipping container. I glided forward, slipping into combat mode, racing from shadow to shadow, not sure if there were other lookouts or spotters, and not taking chances. My training was superb, and in no time at all I crept up outside the door of the container, and looked in through the opening. What I saw made my fucking heart stop. I saw Jack, first of all on the floor, and … I wanted to puke. He was hurt, bad. His body was covered in blood, a chunk of his beard was missing, and even from here I could see the clear signs of broken ribs and savage injury to his abs.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: And FUCK.. Derek was standing over him, his cock out, dripping cum. Had he… Had he?? He had… he FUCKING HAD JUST RAPED Jack. The rage and fury boiled inside me. I kept it down, pushed it down with a massive effort. Calm. Cool. Keep your emotions at bay, Jeff. Right now you have to save Jack. I reached for my pistol, but just then Derek moved out of my line of sight. Okay, so, plan B. I grab a flashbang grenade from my tactical belt, pull the pin and toss it into the middle of the container, I squat down low, and screw my eyes shut, and cover my ears to preserve my senses. My plan was simply, stun that fucking bastard Steel, rush in, and put a bullet in his head. Job done.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I can see the flash through my screwed shut eyes, and the sound is deafening. But, right after it goes off, I leap up into the container, my pistol held out in a double handed grip for extra stability. BUT WHERE THE FUCK IS STEEL? He’s not near Jack, where is he? I turn quickly, jumping up to stand on top of a box to get a better view when a fucking slug smashes into my bullet proof vest, knocking me back hard against the wall, the breath blasted out of my lungs, my pistol knocked out of my grip. These vests might stop a bullet, but it still feels like being kicked by a mule.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I spring forward, this is it. My chance. I’ll sink a bullet into Jeff’s fucking brains, and they will make today complete. I leapt forward, getting a bead on Jeff’s head, pulling the trigger.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I catch Derek headed for me out of the corner of my eye. I’m stunned, breathless, but I act or I die. Jack needs me. I won’t let him down. I throw myself under a table as Derek’s gun fires again, slamming into the side of the container. There!! My pistol. I grab it, turn and fire a wild shot towards the dim outline of Derek’s body, He swears and suddenly, I lose sight of him. Where is he… WHERE THE FUCK IS HE…

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Cagey bastard, how the hell did he dodge that… Then, suddenly a bullet wings by, right past my ear. SHIT… I jump up, my heavy thighs coiling like springs onto a 3 foot high packing crate beside me, out of his line of sight. Then, with a savage rumble in my throat I leap off the crate, and land on the table, the table I had all my toys laid out on, the table that fucking CSIS dickwad Jeff Rogers was hiding under. The table collapses beneath my boots, the cheap particle board splintering into fragments, my heavy boots smashing into that fucker’s back. My bull whip, the lye, the salt, the heavy batteries all going smashing to the floor, making a savage hazard, some of the lye mixes with some of the leaking battery acid, starting a small fire. I can feel Jeff involuntary gasp in agony as he arches upwards from the brutal impact of my boots slamming into his kidneys. I lose my footing after landing on his back, windmilling my arms wildly, but falling on my ass next to him, the impact sending my own pistol skittering. Growling, I simply kick off with my feet, and smash my heavy fist into Jeff’s jaw, his bearded head savagely snapping to the side, a gob of spit and blood spraying out to coat Jack’s face as Jeff rolled to the side from the heavy blow, rolling until his head landed next to Jack’s face, still on his back from the upturned chair when I had fucked his face.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I find out where Derek is soon enough, the table above me collapses into splinters, and suddenly my kidneys erupt with fiery agony… THE FUCKING BASTARD jumped through the table and landed on my back. I fight hard to get my pain under control, c’mon Jeff… you got this… then suddenly, Derek’s heavy fist smashes into my jaw, and I feel the instant taste of hot coppery blood in my mouth. Everything goes hazy for a moment as I feel my body roll across the floor, ending up right next to Jack’s face. I look at him up close and personal, his face now covered in my blood as well as his. I catch his eyes, and suddenly a fiery determination, a hard certainty, a deep determination seizes me. I will not let Jack down. I will get him out of this hell. I groan, aware that Derek is moving, having taken some time to hunt for his pistol while I’m incapacitated. My own pistol is back under the table. As I look into Jack’s eyes, starting to push up on my hands and knees, I tell him, “I’ve got you Jack. You are going to survive this. Trust me.”

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Chaos ensues around me. Somebody is in the container with us, they're skilled and well-equipped, that much I can tell. I hear a brutal fight taking place, people roaring in pain and gun shots spraying, pinging off the metal walls. As the fight continues, my saviour falls next to me after blood spurts across my face. It's.. is that Jeff Rogers? I haven't seen him for years, I can't be sure.. but suddenly I feel a warmth inside my body. If this is Jeff, then I truly believe that I am safe.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "S-sir?" I moan, and then suddenly I remember what I've done. The credentials, he came because of what Derek did on my account. He knows, and I fall into a disgusting pit of embarrassment. Here I am, the youngest son of his best friend, tortured into submission and nearly to death, then raped and left on the floor. It sickens me, if there was something I never wanted Jeff Rogers to see, it was me in this weak and pathetic state. I still want to die, now moreso than ever. The pain, fuck the pain.. it's everywhere and it's intense. The humiliation, the embarrassment.. I'm a failure. A broken, bloodied, cum-filled, pathetic failure.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I'll ask Jeff to kill me, to say he found me too late. Why put myself through months of painful rehab, as well as emotional torment from the agency and my family. It's not worth it. He'll kill me, like Derek wouldn't. I know he will. Tears keep falling from my eyes as I wait for Jeff to win this fight, hopefully kill that fucker, and then turn the gun on me. Please, sir.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I push up onto my hands and knees, hearing Jack’s mumbled “sir.” Suddenly, behind me, I hear an exclamation of triumph, and my blood runs cold. Derek got his gun. Without thinking, powered by pure desperation, I launch my boot behind me in a blind, heavy kick. I feel it smash into something hard and long… FUCK.. I just nailed Derek in his cock. I spy a heavy combat knife laying on the floor, wet with blood, probably Jack’s. I grab it, and heave up to my feet, standing between Jack and Derek, and plunge the knife forward, going to skewer this fucker.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Now, where the fuck is my gun, I get up, searching, shoving aside bits of particle board, THERE… I grab it, cock it, turn to face Jeff. Oh perfect… I’ll put a bullet in the back of his head and spray Jack with his brains. I lower it ready to fire, when suddenly that bastards boot smashes into my cock.. I let out a roar of pain… ARGGGGGG I never had a chance to put my cock away before Jeff interrupted me. Gasping, I drop to one knee, shaking from how much that hurt. The tread on his fucking combat boot bloodied my goddamn dick. Then, suddenly, he’s on me, my own knife in his hand. FUCK!!!! But I’m the best, the absolute fucking best. My reflexes are razor sharp, and my hand snatches his fucking wrist in a clever wrist manipulation. I’m bigger and stronger than Jeff. And when it comes to hand to hand, I’ll fucking kill him. With great pleasure. I heave up to my feet, as Jeff’s other hand darts in to grab the knife, but I catch it with my right hand. Then, I sweep my right boot behind his left ankle, tripping him up, he falls backwards, right on top of Jack. FUCK… with those broken ribs, I bet that hurt like a mother fucker for the poor broken boy.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: FUCK… FUCK.. Derek Steel is fast and strong… My hairy muscle strains with savage effort, but I can’t outmuscle him. He’s got both my hands… He’s pushing me back.. My eyes narrow, and my bearded face locks into an expression of pure determination. I get ready to drive my knee into his fucking balls, when he trips me up with a lighting fast blur of his foot. I fall back right on top of Jack, and as I fall, Derek twists my wrist to grab the blade and starts plunging it into my bullet proof vest. Desperate, I grab his forearm with my right hand, using every ounce of my considerable battle-trained, hardened hairy muscle to resist him. He’s got me mounted, and as my right arm trembles with effort, he starts pushing the blade against my bullet proof vest. He’s overpowering me… FUCK… he’s so much stronger than me.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Fuck yeah, I land mounted on this goddamn piece of shit CSIS big shot, deftly snatching the blade out of his hands and starting to drive it into his abs. My hard, hairy merc muscle flexes and ripples as I start to push that blade into his vest. He’s a tough bastard, but not as strong, not as good as I am. And he fucking knows it. I snarl, “I’m gonna fucking gut you Jeff, butcher you like a hog right here, right on top of Trent’s pathetic little bastard. Just like I did to Trent. You know, I never had such an easy time breaking a man as I did this boy here.”

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: He’s got my left hand pinned down… FUCK… can’t move it… My right hand is trembling to hold that blade back Can’t… can’t let him… win… Got to save … Jack… but slowly, that blade drives into my vest, slicing through protective layer after layer, until despite my best efforts, the tip pierces my skin. This is it.. C’mon Jeff… Do it. Now. I let go of Derek’s wrist… The knife plunges into my guts, slicing through my hard, hairy ab muscles about 3 or 4 inches. The pain is soul-shattering, sickening, debilitating. But I don’t let it stop me. I can’t. My right hand drops back, then swings up, and I smash Derek Steel in the jaw with the hardest fucking punch I’ve ever thrown, knocking his ass clean off of both of us. I catch sight of the spray of blood from his jaw as his hard, handsome head is blasted to the side. He lets go of the blade, and gingerly, I pluck it out of my guts. Gasping in pain, as blood wells up from the stab wound. Groaning, I sit up, and so does Derek. I look down at Jack. “Hang in there Jack. I’ve got you. C’mon boy, be strong for me.”

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I groggily watch the fight, happening so fast above me. "Come on.. come on" I whisper gently, egging Jeff on to win this fight. He boots Derek in his disgusting cock and I almost feel joy - as close to joy as I can possibly feel in this situation. Rip it from his body, Jeff. Rip it straight off and shove it down his throat. Suddenly Jeff topples back and his body is falling straight onto my broken ribs and battered gut.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "FUUUUUCCKKKK!" I yell at the top of my voice as the full weight of a grown man crashes onto me. "OOOOHHH FUCK!!" it feels like my ribs have broken all over again. Then I notice that Derek's knife has plunged into Jeff's vest, right in the gut. The thickness of the vest gives some resistance, but Derek is pushing and pushing. I can feel his strength through Jeff as he pushes down onto me more, but suddenly my concerns are elsewhere.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff absolutely can NOT get hurt because of me. Above everything else, the CSIS, my family.. fuck even my own agony, Jeff can not get hurt tonight as a result of my stupidity. "NOOOO!" I cry out, "d-don't-- fuck--" I try to speak in a panic but it's hurting my entire body. "d-don't--" I'm trying to beg Derek to hurt me instead - to spare Jeff and torture me for the rest of the night, for the rest of the fucking week I don't care, but I just can't get the words out. "I'm s-sorry, sir--" I cry, thinking this is it. Derek's going to overpower Jeff and then torture us both together. Jeff and I tied up in this shipping container, and Derek will kill us slowly. Force us to watch each other cry in pain.. all because of me.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I soon realise that I foolishly underestimated Jeff's abilities. Of course he can get out of this, he's a senior agent and my Dad never stopped talking about how amazing he was, in every sense of the word. He fights back with impressive display and gets the fight back to an even level, whispering words of encouragement to me as he does. How can I possibly, through this bone-shattering, gut-pounding, wound-burning pain, find any comfort in anything? I don't know.. but Jeff has comforted me.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly, that crazy assed CSIS bastard lets go of my right wrist, and I sink the blade into his guts about 4 inches before his fucking fist smashes my jaw harder than a hammer. AWWWFUCKKK… I fly off him, rolling on the floor, blood dripping out of my mouth. I stagger up, shaking my head out, working my jaw, a bit woozy on my feet.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I stagger up, feeling sick. Blood is oozing out of my stab wound, staining the gaping hole in my bullet proof vest. My eyes are set into a grim expression. There is no way in hell Derek is going to get his hands on Jack. No fucking way in hell. Jack’s words are in my mind, “I’m sorry sir..” For some reason, hearing him apologize to me for being tortured by Derek fires me up. I charge towards Derek, blade held low and experly, slicing low aiming for his abs, pouring on a surge of speed that even surprises me.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: He comes fucking barreling towards me with that knife. I act on pure instinct, sucking my gut in as he slashes towards me, I’m fast, but he’s possessed. That fucking blade cuts through the fabric of my shirt, and leaves a thin red line of fire across my abs. I let out a yell. FUCKKKKKKKKkk. But it’s just pain. Pain is nothing. Before he can reform his guard, I lift my knee right up into his cock and balls with a sickening crunch.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I mark him. I mark the bastard good… UGHHHHHHHHHH I gasp like a fish, his knee suddenly, impossibly fast smashes up into my crotch. The knife clatters from my grip, and I feel my gorge rising. I fight to stand straight, but I double up, overwhelmed by the sickening pain to my blasted nuts.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I load up my right fist, and slam that motherfucking CSIS piece of shit under his jaw with an uppercut that snaps his fucking head back and up, sending a huge spray of blood, and a fucking tooth as well to coat the wall of the container.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Suddenly, Derek’s hammerfist smashes the underside of my jaw as I’m doubling up, and my head snaps backwards. I stumble, then fall back, my head bouncing off the floor next to Jack’s face. Blood is dribbling out of the side of my mouth, to stain my beard, and I’m not really aware of anything. Vague thoughts only… fighting to stay awake… have to save Jack… Can’t…

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I dive forward, and mount that mother fucking bastard. I lift my right fist, and smash it down into Jeff’s bearded face. CRUNCHHH.. There is a spray of blood from the impact, splashing into Jack’s face. I raise my left fist, and bring it down on Jeff’s head. CRUNCHHHHHHH Oh fuck, this is better than sex. I’ll just fucking beat the shit out of Jeff till I cave his fucking face in.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I feel like I’m in some kind of nightmare dream… suddenly, something heavy smashes into my face, and my nose breaks, blood spraying everywhere. My whole body shakes spastically. Then, another fist smashes down over my left eye, and a pain like a knife stabs through my brain. I’m about to die… that’s okay… I’ve fought long and hard my whole life… I’ve done the best job I can… It’s always a possibility. But then, I think of Jack… if I die… who will save Jack… My hand, gropes on the ground and I find some grainy white powder… feels like salt… With every ounce of concentration and will power I have left, I fling it full into Derek’s face. He screams.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly, that mother fucker throws a handful of salt in my face, gets right in my goddamn eyes. AWWWWW FUCKKKKKKKKKKkk.. I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU BOTh.. I stand up, staggering back, my eyes tearing, blinded.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff has the upper hand for a short while, slicing Derek's abs with his knife. But then Derek slams his knee into Jeff's balls and the tides shift again. As soon as I see that Jeff is in trouble, I pull on my wrists and desperately try to break free from my restraints. It hurts like absolute hell, but sheer determination and power returns to my otherwise broken self. I have my fight back, somehow.. seeing Derek smash Jeff's face provides enough strength to fight through the pain in my arm.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I pull with my right arm, as my left hand is completely broken. My right hand works fine but my fucking god the forearm, my wrist.. they're so fucking painful. I scream and roar as I struggle, not sure what will give way first, the zipties or the joints in my arm. I pull and pull, my pain growing in unison. Suddenly there's a crunch and I stop pulling. I didn't hear the crunch, but I fucking felt it.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: My mouth opens wide as I lay in shock for a few seconds, I've dislocated my fucking wrist. The pain floods to my wrist and I scream again, "FUUUCK! FUCK FUCK!" I wince and gasp, hissing as I breathe through the agony. I have to close my eyes as I'm overcome with pain, desperately waiting for it to pass. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" I mutter to myself quietly, my breathing jagged. When I open my eyes in a squint, I make out the shape of Jeff flinging something at Derek, followed by a loud scream. Its the lye, I'm sure of it. Burn that fuckers eyeballs right out of his head.. "FUCK!" I cry again as the pain refuses to subside.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Oh fuck… my head is pounding, and blood is pouring out of my nose. I feel sick, more blood is oozing out of the stab wound in my abs. I sit up, and the entire container is spinning. My left eye is starting to swell shut as well, my vision going dim. I try to stand up, and fall down on my ass, fighting the urge to be sick. Then, with a heave I stagger up to my feet, wobbling. Derek is still cursing, trying to get the salt out of his eyes. I turn, looking down at Jack… My sluggish brain fighting to complete a train of thought. Jack… have to save Jack. Then suddenly, there is an explosion that rocks the container. Not far from Jack, flames have erupted from one of the batteries… I notice the box lying not far from the burst battery… It’s lye… OH FUCK. Trained in basic chemistry and explosives, I know what the result will be when the dribbling acid reaches the lye… An explosion that will tear this place apart.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Jeff… Move. Move now. Act. There is no time for pain. Like taking your finger off the slow motion button, suddenly everything snaps into focus, and I push past the fog in my battered brain. I spring into action, drawing my own combat knife from my belt, and with a quick slash, I cut the ziptie holding Jack’s ankles to the legs of the chair. With a heave, I pull Jack’s chair up.. FUCK… the acid is nearly to the box of lye… I slice the zip tie holding his wrists together, noticing the savage state of his right arm and wrist. Fuck that bastard Steel. Then, without a second glance, I haul Jack up off the chair, and hoist him over my shoulder. I hate how much that is going to hurt his broken ribs, but I need my arm free for my gun which I spy in the rubble of the table. I snatch it up and start heading for the entrance of the container. I just catch sight of Derek heading out in front of me. He too saw the danger, and had decided to continue this fight elsewhere. I stumble once, a wave of weakness and dizziness pouring over me from my gut wound and all the blows to my head, but I refuse to stumble, and fight through the pain, exiting the container just a massive explosion fills the interior with flame and heat, blowing out the side of the door from the intensity of the explosion.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I manage to finally get enough fucking salt out of my eyes so that I can start to see.. There is a small explosion on the other side of the container, near Jack. I focus on the sound. OH FUCK!! The lye… the busted batteries… FUCK!!! I don’t have my pistol on me anymore… I hesitate for a moment.. It would be so easy to kill them both… But… I have what I really wanted, I’ve fucked CSIS royally. Jeff and Jack I can get another time. But for now, it’s time to go. Besides, the CSIS will send reinforcements soon, and I’m not prepared for them. I turn to the door, and leave. With a grim smile on my face. Jack is mine. He’s marked now. It’s just a matter of time until I reclaim my property.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: The explosion rips through the container and I flinch, sharp shrapnel of plastic and metal narrowly missing my face. Fuck, this is bad. But before I know it, Jeff is over me, cutting me free. My chair suddenly flings to its upright position and I am lifted into Jeff's muscular arms.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: He slings me over his shoulder and I bite my lip to hold from screaming, knowing he will feel guilt if he causes me pain. But I have no choice, my broken ribs and battered gut press against his shoulder, and my broken arm bounces down and drapes along his back. It really fucking hurts, and I can't help but scream and whimper.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff carries me out the door just in time to avoid the explosion, this time I'm not so lucky and a piece of something slices my forehead and opens a new wound. I wince in pain as warm blood oozes from it and falls to the ground. At the same time the warm pulse of the explosion cakes the top of my face in an ashen dust, burning the new cut.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff carries me out into the cold night and even through the blinding pain over every inch of my body, my thoughts are purely on Jeff. "Ar-are you okay--?" My overwhelming concern for him being seriously hurt crushes my soul in a way that hurts more than my broken bones and bleeding wounds.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Derek runs off in the opposite direction, but I don’t have time to think about Derek. Every step is agony, that wound in my stomach is bleeding more now, aggravated by carrying Jack on my shoulder. I focus through the pain caused by every step, the car isn’t far. Not far. Then, I hear Jack asking about me.. If I’M OKAY.. Normally, in a combat situation, I keep my emotions locked up in a tight box. I can’t afford to be distracted by emotion when every decision could be the difference between life and death. But Jack’s words cut the lock off that box, and suddenly a wave of compassion, sorrow, warmth.. And … no no … this isn’t appropriate… it’s not appropriate to feel this way about Jack. He’s such a good man, with such a kind heart. He was tortured nearly to death, he must be in agonizing pain, and yet he is asking how I am. I gasp out, keeping the pain from my words, “I’m … fine … Jack…” But a tear forms in my eye and runs down my bloodied, bashed up face, courtesy of Derek’s fists, to get lost in my beard. Jack was something truly special.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I make it to my Land Rover, and cough, some blood spraying out to splash against the window. That knife wound… It was serious. But not half as serious as Jack’s wounds. I open the passenger door of the Land Rover, and settle Jack into the seat as gently as I can. I turn on the engine, and try to call the CSIS headquarters again, but there is no answer. I sigh. The systems must be really damaged. A wave of dizziness passes over me, and I realize I probably have a mild concussion from being battered by Derek’s fists. But there is no time for that. I pull up a map on the satnav and select the nearest hospital, then start driving. It’s hard to concentrate, my mind keeps wandering. But, as we drive, almost unconsciously, my left hand rests on Jack’s thigh, letting him have the reassurance of a friendly touch to help counteract the horrors of his savage torture. I speak up, “Hang in there Jack… not far now, we’ll get you to a hospital…”

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff places me gently in the passenger seat of his land rover, a nice expensive car with a premium interior, and I'm about to get blood all over it. He calls for the CSIS but can't get through.. because of me. I hate myself. Tears well up in my eyes as Jeff sets off in the car.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "I'm s-sorry.." I throw my head back into my seat and look out the passenger window, the world passes by me but I don't pay it any attention. I'm too busy drowning in my sorrow. "I'm sorry, sir.." I shake my head, thinking to myself how could I ever do such a thing.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I didn't feel cocky, I didn't feel hotheaded or stupid. As far as I knew, Derek Steel was out here alone and wasn't expecting company. I didn't know it was a trap, Peterson completely sold it to me. But.. Peterson saved my life, I could have died back at that repair shop.. he saved my life only so I could get tortured and rap-- no. I refuse to even think of the word. That didn't happen, and I'll never speak of it again. But the tears that stream from my eyes as I force the word out of my mind say otherwise.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I weakly turn my head to look at Jeff, starting to feel groggy now as the adrenaline leaves my body. I'm fucking exhausted, my mind has been racing at 1,000mph for the last couple of hours. Now, as my body can relax, so can my brain and I feel like a fucking zombie.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Blood.. there's blood staining his nose and jaw. The stab wound! Jeff got stabbed when he fell on top of me, I remember now. My eyes fall down his body and land on his stomach, where a dark wet patch covers the surface of his bulletproof vest. Oh no, oh no no no no no. The tears fall like a river. "Oh fuck.. oh my god, Sir.." I'm in a panic but too groggy to speak coherently, I can hear that my words are slurred and croaky. "I-I did that, fuck no.."

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: My right hand painfully reaches across and brushes the side of Jeff's stomach, not too close to the wound to hurt it, but-- maybe I could-- why did I--

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: The world around me slips into darkness as I slump against the passenger window.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Jack keeps telling me how sorry he is… and the guilt in his voice is so deep it rips my soul apart. This wasn’t Jack’s fault. Derek Steel was an evil, ruthless bastard. He’d outsmarted and captured agents with more experience than me and Trent put together. I knew enough about Jack to know that he would beat himself up over this. I turned to reassure him, but he had slipped unconscious. My emotions exploded into turmoil. Fear, rage, panic and with a sudden acceptance, love. I loved Jack. There was no denying it. I loved him every bit as much as I had loved his father. And I would do anything to protect him. Anything to care for him. He had his father’s good heart. Rocked by the realization, the acceptance of how I felt about Jack, I pulled up into the hospital’s emergency parking lot. I screamed for a doctor, and a trauma team came with a stretcher.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: As the team expertly lifted Jack’s body onto the stretcher. I walked over towards him. Then, I suddenly started to get so dizzy… No, not now… Jack, Jack needed me. I needed to stay with Jack.. But someone I was kneeling, staring at the ground. One of the nurses looked over at me and gasped…. “SIR! SIR!!! Don’t move… “ I was staring as more blood was dripping out of the wound in my stomach, soaking the vest, spreading like a wine stain. I looked up stupidly. Then I fell flat on my face, out cold.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Darkness surrounds me, and all I can hear is muffled voices of concern and authority. Lights flash above me as I regain consciousness, pain flooding my body again. I moan as I try to speak, silhouettes of people walking above me.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "He's awake," a male voice says somewhere in the room and a thousand voices rise up in discussion. "Sir, you're in the emergency room. I'm just administering your anaesthetic, you need emergency surgery"

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: The words are hazy, I barely take it in. A few moments later and I'm drifting back off again, returning to the void, free of pain and fear.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I wake, slowly, in a silent room. My eyes flutter open as I adjust to the sunlight floating through the window. I'm lying in a comfortable bed, my head sinking into a warm pillow. What is this place? My right arm is in a cast, and my left hand is strapped up. Hospital.. This is a hospital. I close my eyes again, enjoying the quiet darkness.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I try to move my body, only slightly, to reposition myself in the bed. Pain EVERYWHERE. I grunt as it shoots through my chest and across my stomach. Fuck! I breathe through the pain, scrunching my face up and staying still, waiting for it to pass. Ok.. ok.. think, what the fuck happened.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I retrace my steps, my mind still foggy from the anaesthetic. A mortuary, I had my first assignment and it was to investigate a body in the mortuary... The phone call.. Peterson.. STEEL. Derek fucking Steel. I groan as the memories come flooding back to me, screaming, crying, blood.. JEFF.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: My eyes shoot open and I jolt forward, luckily I'm too weak to have sat right up or else that would have really fucking hurt. My ribs flare up again and start throbbing in an awkward ache. But, Jeff, I remember seeing Jeff. "Jeff--" I mutter quietly through clenched teeth as I bite down through the pain. I don't know why I said his name out loud, I'm barely thinking straight. I look to my left and there's a nurses call button by my side.. the side of the broken hand. "Uuughhhh fuck--". I don't have the strength to yell, and I can't get my broken right arm over to the button. He's okay.. he's okay.. please let him be fucking okay.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I sit at Jack’s bedside. Fuck, I was tired. It had been a very, very long day. The emergency room team had patched me up quickly, much quicker than Jack, sewing up my gut wound and giving me a blood transfusion. Blood loss had been the main reason I collapsed, and had been easily corrected. But I’d have headaches for days, and my own nose had been broken again. But it was nothing compared to what had happened to Jack. He was a mess, internal hemorrhaging, multiple fractured broken ribs, heavy skin lesions, a broken right forearm, his left fingers mutilated, heavy burns on his chest, And… I gulped … those initials carved into his chest… Derek Steel had marked Jack for life, in so many ways. I will kill him, I swear I will kill him some day. And.. Derek Steel had raped Jack. I saw the evidence myself. My guts clenched as I thought how much that must have hurt him, to be used by that mercenary bastard. And of course, we must confront the reality that Derek had broken Jack. It would be my job, and on one elses, to make sure that Jack knew he was not to blame. Any man would have broken, eventually, at the hands of Derek Steel. Even me. Derek had planned this out to perfection. I had to admire the bastard. And it had been no coincidence that he had chosen Jack, Trent’s son. No coincidence at all.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: But here was a moment of peace. I looked over beside me at Jack. I nearly swallowed my heart for a moment. He was so handsome. Despite the contusions and bruises and the bandage covering the bare patch where his beard was ripped out, he was so handsome. And he had such a good heart. Just like his father. I sat back and sighed. I was in love with him. I had to admit it to myself. How long? How long had I known it? But I couldn’t act on it. It wasn’t proper. But it was true nonetheless. I might never have Jack … that way… might never be able to love him in that way.. But I would protect him, and care for him, and nurture him in the way I should have done years ago. He had the makings of a fine agent, and I would fiercely see that he had the opportunity, the support, the encouragement to become one. That would be how I showed him my love.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Suddenly, Jack starts to jerk and calls my name. My name? Why my name? I’m not anything special to him. Then he tries to sit up. I’m there, in an instant, my hand reaching to gently stroke his hair. “Shhh.. Jack, calm down. You are all right. I’m right here, right here. You are safe, I’m with you. I’ve got you.” My other hand gently pushes Jack back to the bed. For some reason, there is a tear starting to form in the corner of my eye. My god, he’s beautiful.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I call his name and suddenly he's there, soothing me and lowering me back down. Why is he here? Surely he's mad as hell, as everyone else will be. I destroyed the agency from the inside, and that's unforgivable. Jeff strokes my hair gently and it feels.. strange, but.. incredible.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I rest back against the pillow as I look at him, now standing over me and comforting me. I don't deserve this, and with that thought, tears flood my eyes again. "I'm so sorry, sir.. I remembered you getting hurt as you saved me-- I'm so sorry". I don't even realise that my broken arm has hooked itself around Jeff's bicep as he lowers me down, my fingers gently gripping his shirt.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff had such a kind face. I remember the first time I met him, I was 14. He was a very young agent working alongside my Dad, but he held himself in such a way that he seemed so much older. Jeff exuded confidence, warmth and wisdom simply by standing still, and speaking to him would make me feel like I was lying next to a warm campfire.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: When he first entered the house, I was struck. Dad introduced him to everyone else in the family as I came down the stairs, mesmerised. No man or woman had ever made me feel like that again, and at the time I didn't know what the feeling even was. But I just wanted, no NEEDED, to touch him. Dad introduced me to him and our hands met, and it was the best feeling in my life.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff's strong, warm hand clasped over mine as we shook. It was everything, and I didn't want him to let go. After that, I would only see him about once a year, at social events my father had to attend with the rest of the family. My eyes would always scan for Jeff, just so that I could see him. My brothers would make conversation with him, trying to show off their worth as a future agent and secure their places at the academy. I, on the other hand, would just watch him in his effortless elegance and fall in, what I have now learned is, love.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: And then, at 18, my father died. No, my father was murdered. And his funeral was the last time I would see Jeff, carrying my father's coffin to the altar. At the wake, Jeff hugged my mother and they spoke briefly. Then, my brother approached and he hugged them. My heart stopped in my chest, a hug.. from Jeff Rogers. To be held in his arms, to have my nose pressed against his shoulder and breathe him in. My feet carried me before I could even gather my thoughts.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I headed over, hands shaking and palms sweating, to my family and Jeff. I approached them mid-conversation and Jeff saw me. My heart stopped as he gazed into my eyes, his were filled with sorrow, and mine were too. I missed my dad, he was the only one that understood me in this family, and I felt guilty for obsessing over Jeff at his funeral. But then, Jeff took my shoulder, his beautiful hand clasping my body, and pulled me in. I hugged Jeff, and his arms wrapped around me. What had started off as one of the worst days in my life was made just a little bit better as he held me, longer than he did my brother's it seemed.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "I'm sorry for your loss, Jack" he uttered before pulling away and I felt like I could collapse. I thanked him, begging to hug him again, but that was it. The day ended and Jeff disappeared along with it. My father was the only connection to him, to us as a family, and he was gone. It was not Jeff's responsibility to check in on us, he did not need to support us, it's just how life goes.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I got home that night and went into my father's study when everybody else had gone to sleep. We were absolutely forbidden under any circumstance to ever go in there, but I needed to feel close to him again. Mom hadn't gotten around to clearing it out yet, it was too emotional. I slipped into the room and sat in his chair, tears falling from my eyes. I didn't want to snoop, but before I knew it I was opening his drawers. There was nothing too confidential in there, obviously due to the nature of his job. Just some documents to do with funding and training programmes, very few names and certainly nothing to do with the CSIS.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I wanted something of his to call my own, to keep him alive with me. I looked into the drawer, and resting against the bottom was a pen. A pen.. perfect. It was something so small and insignificant, but it was Dad's, and I would use it with pride. But as I lifted the pen, a panel at the bottom of the drawer came with it. A false bottom. I put it back down, accidentally making a small bang I hope to God nobody heard. That's too far, I can't look into my dad's secret compartment.. but what was he up to? Why was it hidden?

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: I sighed, annoyed at myself for doing it, and opened the panel. Inside were momentos from his career. Medals he'd earned but was too humble to wear, and photos with famous people and powerful military leaders, and then a photo--

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff. A headshot, or something, maybe from the academy, but it was a photo of Jeff. He looked.. perfect. Why did my dad have a photo of Jeff? I assumed it's because they were such good friends and Dad consistently said how fantastic Jeff was as an agent, and as a person. Jeff.. he could be the thing I keep. This photo of Jeff, carrying their friendship beyond my father's death. That was it, I placed it on the desk and returned everything else apart from one medal, into the panel and replaced the lid. The medal and Jeff's photo, those are my momentos. Dad's commendation for his bravery and hard work, as well as his value of a good man, that is what I'll take with me.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: "How are you now?" I ask, still gripping his shirt, tears still dripping from my eyes. "I'm such a fucking idiot" I wince in pain.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: I can see instantly how upset Jack is, how much guilt he feels about the entire situation. I have to put a halt to that right away. I reach out, and gently touch Jack’s chin, rotating his head to look into my eyes. My smile is warm, sincere, comforting, and my eyes are filled with tenderness. “Jack. I’m fine. Now, you are going to hear this over and over and over. I want you to listen to me. This was not your fault. You are not to blame. You have to understand the kind of man Derek Steel is. He planned this out perfectly. This was a twisted plot to get revenge for the operation your father spearheaded all those years ago.” There is a brief look of pain in my eyes, as I remember once more, the night I spent with Trent.. The only night we were together. And here I was, with his son .. his son that I had fallen in love with. Oh man. I continued, “You have to understand something Jack. If that had been me, in your place, I would have broken. Any man would have. Every man has a breaking point, and Derek Steel is an expert at finding it. The risk of any agent breaking under torture comes with the job, and it’s why we have such tight measures to prevent damage in the event of capture. But Derek Steel came up with a way to bypass them all. So, let me say again. THIS IS NOT YOUR FAULT. I will keep saying that over and over and over.”

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Unconsciously, without even realizing it, my hand was gently stroking Jack’s hair, with a warmth and tenderness that was perhaps not professional, but purely sincere. “Now, here is what we are going to do. The hospital is going to discharge you tonight. There is no real reason to keep you here. What you are going to do is come home with me. I have already arranged for your leave of absence. You will stay at my home, and I will take care of you. I’m also on leave, but I will still be doing some of my duties from home. But you have one duty: To get better. There will, in time, be inquiries and interviews, but you will not face them alone. I have already arranged with the Director earlier today that they are not allowed to question you unless I am present. “ And oh god had that caused a shitstorm. But ultimately, Jack reported to me. It was my right to insist on this arrangement. I would not allow those bastards to pick Jack apart like a vulture. Already, the Prime Minister had called, and there would be an inquiry in front of Parliament. We somehow had to find the money to keep operating for the rest of the year, secure our undercover agents, rebuild our intelligence database. Everyone would want to question the man who had broken under torture. But I forbade it. Expressly forbade it. He would not be exposed to that kind of scrutiny. No fucking way. I was in my rights. Our policy was clear that the victims of torture were never held responsible for the consequences.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: It was time for me to do right by Jack. It was time for me to do what I should have done years ago. It was time for me to help him achieve his potential. It’s how I would show him the love that I couldn’t express in the way I most desired. My desires did not matter. What mattered was my duty. What mattered was Jack. I smiled then, taking some of the hard edge out of my tone, “I will decide when you are ready to return to duty. Now, I’m not asking you to do any of this Jack. I’m telling you how it’s going to be.” God he was so beautiful. God… I wanted to kiss him.. So bad. But instead I would care for him, and see him achieve his potential. He would recover from this. I would see to it personally.

10:25 Agent_Jeff_Rogers: Then, I looked a bit more uncomfortable, but I quickly continued, making my voice keep the same warmth and confidence that Jack needed right now. “When you are ready Jack, you and I will have a talk about what happened… About … all the things that Derek did to you… about … how you ended up in the railyard. It’s important that you trust me enough to talk about them. But not now. Not now. Later, when you are ready. The most important thing is that you know I’m looking out for you. I want you to trust, above everything else, that I have your best interests at heart.” I leaned down, and carefully, gingerly, gave that beautiful man a hug, trying to hide the tears that were gathering in my eyes.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Jeff makes sure I look into his eyes as he promises me this was not my fault. I start to protest. "Yes, it was-- I went after hi--" Jeff cuts me off, and I realise he's not going to let me fight this. He speaks so commandingly, but not in a condescending or arrogant way.. in a comforting way. His words are beautiful, and I truly believe that Jeff is on my side. He's the absolute rock I need right now, but his words fall on flat ears.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: This IS my fault. I went after Derek Steel, lying to the agency - lying directly to Jeff - and got myself captured, tortured and broken. But Jeff keeps repeating "it's not your fault, it's not your fault" and.. I fucking love him. No other human being on this planet would be treating me the way he is right now.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: His fingers brush through my hair and I question.. what is he doing? Is he just really friendly and comforting, or-- I don't even finish the thought. Of course he's not interested, shut up Jack. He's a friend, he's your senior.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: He guides me through exactly what is going to happen and I'm overcome with emotion. Staying with him in his home? I can't put him out like that, that's far too much to ask. But he has already arranged it all, I open my mouth to protest but again, he blocks me with the kindest heart.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: Interviews, questioning.. fuck there's so much to do. But he'll be there, he'll be right there with me, and that makes the whole thing a million times less terrifying. He mentions talking about.. what happened, and a lump forms in my throat. No, not now. Not ever. I won't speak of it, ever. I'm sure of that. I blink away more tears, and before I know it, I'm inside Jeff's arms again.

10:25 Agent_Jack_Young: A... Hug? How? Why? After everything I've done? How is he so supportive and understanding, and not just casually so, AGGRESSIVELY so? He's sitting here stroking me, holding me, absolutely ensuring that I've done nothing wrong. This is no man.. this is an angel, a perfect creature. He's everything I adore in the world wrapped into one ridiculously handsome package. I painfully raised my arms into the hug, my voice muffled against his bicep. "Thank you, sir.. Thank you for.. everything. Saving me, helping me.." I love you, I think to myself. "Just.. thank you" I cry more as the emotion overwhelms me.

Published: 2021-03-18, viewed 60 times.