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WELCOME TO THE LAND DOWN UNDER - PROJECT ZEUS PART 1

A MEETING OF THE MINDS - PROJECT ZEUS PART 2

Toronto Syndicate Strike Truck, Day 3, Early Afternoon

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I looked over at Daniel, giving him a grin. I felt the adrenaline start to surge in my veins. This was it. It was go time. I looked into the side-view mirror, the two squads I’d brought with me, 20 men in total, were all hand picked by yours truly. They were among my best. I’d trust every single one of them to watch my back. Nolan was sitting on the far side of the cab, keeping as quiet as a mouse. Heath had the little bastard well-broken in, he was a good tool. Now was the chance to see if he fought as well as Heath claimed. The final details of our plan were coming together. This truck stop had been chosen because it was only 5 miles from the CSIS HQ, and it sported an easy collection of 18 wheeler, heavy duty semi-diesel trucks just lying about for the taking. I’d tasked Daniel with selecting the two trucks and buying off their owners with enough cash that they wouldn’t ask any questions. And now, the loading of the heavy gear, in the back of the first truck was all but complete. We’d managed to get three shoulder mounted RPG’s for our little party to really mix things up. And, our little package had been loaded into the back.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: The plan we’d worked out was dead simple. Drive the first truck through the barbed wire fence surrounding the CSIS compound, crash it right into the lobby, set off our little package, fry all the electronics throughout the compound, knocking them out of communication with the outside world, then jump out and kill and trash as much as we could, then make our escape in the second truck, which would be waiting outside the range of our little EMP baby. If we were really lucky, we’d nail some big brass. Ready for a throwdown, I was wearing my Sunday best, my trademark black boots, black carbon fibre trousers and along with my muscle-hugging tight shirt, with my tactical belt strapped around my waist, containing my combat knife, my pistol, and a string of grenades, three frag grenades, and three flashbang. Slung over my tight shirt, I had a heavy duty flack vest, with a shotgun strapped across my back. I was loaded for bear, and ready for mayhem.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: The level of ass-bashing utter fucking mayhem we were about to unleash was making me horny as all fuck, so I reached over to the passenger seat of the big rig, put my hard-muscled, hairy arm around Daniels shoulder’s and pulled him in for a big goddamned kiss, with plenty of tongue. He was just the man I wanted to share this moment with. Perfect. Everything was fucking perfect.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: This is the day. This is a new beginning for the Syndicate, and I'm pretty sure everything will turn out great. We have the best men with us, and we have a perfect plan. This distraction of ours will wreck these goddamn heroic agents. They will never know what hit them. We will catch them off guard, and before they can call for back-up, we will already be gone. Right now, we are on our way to the CSIS Headquarters in Toronto, in the trucks I selected with “silent” drivers. We won’t spend too much time. We already have the EMP bomb, and 20 men ready for action. The plan is simple, go inside, fuck them up, then get out. Easy. The second driver will show up to pick us at the pre-arranged time. I informed every single soldier 5 times over to obey the call to retreat once I make it.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I was wearing brown boots, camo pants, and a green tight shirt. It is obvious that I am showing off in a way by displaying my heavy hard muscles. My silenced gun, two combat knives, two flashbangs, a taser and my radio. We were full. I look at Derek as his arm wraps around my shoulder, then he pulls me into a kiss. His tongue and my tongue are fighting with each other. Oh fuck Derek… Not now… You are screwing me up again. Spoiling someone like me, really? I literally feel I am so lucky. I put my hand on his knee, and give him a gentle squeeze, but hard enough to let him know my strength. After kissing him for a while, I finally pull back while watching his awesome face and features. “You are just destroying the rules I have created for myself Derek, and I would be lying if I say I hate this.” I grin mischievously, then start caressing his cheek.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: “You are going to be careful, alright? I mean.... It will be a small mission, but I can’t help but worry about you Mister…” then I chuckle evilly, turn my gaze away to look outside from the window “Fuck you Derek… You are literally messing me up…” Then I turn to him again, and I pull him into a kiss this time, my hands are on his neck and squeezing tightly.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I chuckle with an evil grin as we break off our kiss. Fuck, the sense of excitement and anticipation is churning and boiling inside me, I’m raring to go, can’t wait to get moving. But, beneath the excitement and the kiss with this handsome bastard of a man, his words move me at a deeper level. Daniel is more than just all right… And I’m beginning to think that I’d like to make our arrangement…. Something more permanent. I make a promise to myself, that after this battle, he and I are going to have a long talk. “Careful? Me? C’mon Daniel… I’m never careful…. I’m all about taking risks to nab the prize… But, I’ll be safe. I’m always safe. And if you get into trouble, well you know I’ve got your back.” Then, we kiss again, and as we break off, I wink at him, and start up the engine, shifting the 18 wheeler into gear, and heading out of the truck stop, turning onto the road. Only five miles… and then it’s show time.

10:25 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: I haven’t been so far from Uncle Heath since I first met him almost a year ago. It’s strange.. But I don’t feel safe. Derek is my new Heath, at least for the time being. I have no doubt he will make me suffer for my mistakes the same way Heath does, so I have to perform to my best standard. I sit in the corner of the truck, at the end of the row. I’m surrounded by huge men, who have achieved a size I could never. I focus on the mission at hand, rehearsing it in my mind. Crash in, get out, unleash mayhem.. Kill, slaughter and destroy. It was aggressive and loud, a situation I’ve never been in.. but Uncle Heath knows I’m ready, so ready I shall be. I grip my assault rifle tightly in my hands, ready to spring into action. I’m wearing special ops gear; a tight-fitting black t-shirt, black cargos pants and combat boots. My tactical belt is loaded with a handgun and combat knife. I find myself getting impatient as we drive towards the CSIS.. I will do this. Derek will report back to Uncle Heath that I was the best man on the mission, the VIP. I will make damn sure of it. I.. I miss Uncle Heath, but only because I fear how he will be after our time apart. He will want to make up for lost time, and I will suffer that fate when we return to Australia.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: I grabbed something from the canteen. I have to admit, the food here was much better than what we had in Dwyer Hill back in Ottawa. That makes sense, given that we’re mostly the soldier type in the JTF-2, and the staff here is much more diverse. Anyway, I grabbed some salad and a sandwich, as well as some soup. Finishing up before I bid goodbye to the guys here, for now anyway. I do have to head back to Dwyer Hill to get ready. Get all the stuff we’ll need for this high stake rescue mission. So my plan is to head back this afternoon, report back, pack and get my ass back here first thing tomorrow to join up with Jeff and the guys. I grab my bag and head out to the parking lot. I am already getting myself mentally ready for the forthcoming mission. While I am here to help CSIS to get their guy back, this is also an opportunity for us JTF-2 to take down some of the Syndicate guys. I head to my bike, put on my helmet. It’s a hot day out and I have changed into my black T-shirt and shorts before leaving the complex. Starting the engine, as I ride out of the complex. After about 5 minutes we’re at the parameter check point. This is a highly secure complex, and they sure do spend a lot of resources on it. They got the best technology there is from the defense companies in the States and EU, and this eye scanner is one of them. I was recently granted access to it, and it worked like a charm. The laser scans down my brown eyes, recognizing me and the gates open automatically. I put my helmet back on and am on my way. Enjoying the warm sun on my skin. About 8 kilometer out when I noticed an 18 wheeler approaching. That is a bit off, as this road was mostly constructed to primarily lead to the CSIS complex. And this truck certainly doesn’t look like the ones that they usually have in delivering equipment. It has the size for it, but the usual contractor’s name is nowhere to be found. And as I got closer I looked up, and noticed that the driver of this particular 18 wheeler doesn't actually look like your typical truck driver. There are a couple of guys in front, and they look militant. Young, fit. Look more like mercenaries. Something is off, something is definitely off. And as I get closer, I am shocked that I could recognize the driver. Is that… Derek Steel? Could it be him?

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: I have followed the Syndicate’s case over the years, and I have no problem picking Derek Steel out from a crowd. Even if it’s only a brief second, I could have sworn that it’s him. That, coupled with the fact that this truck clearly doesn’t belong to one of the government defence contractors, I knew I have no choice but to get inside and find out. After some distance, I make a sharp U-turn, quietly catching up with the truck. It’s been a while since I have done something this crazy, but if anything, this may be the time to do it. As we get closer to a long straight stretch of the road, I pick up the pace, getting closer to the back of the truck. In one swift move, I turn the bike slightly towards the ditch, switching off the engine and leap towards the back of the truck, grabbing the handle for support. Looking back I see my bike crashing and tumbling in the ditch, and I just hope that whoever’s in this truck won’t notice. I hang tightly by the handle, and use my other hand to take my helmet off and toss it over towards the ditch, before I grab the handle with both my hands. I take a deep breath. My muscles are straining, and I am sweating hard. This is gonna be tricky, but ain’t nothing we haven’t done before. We at JTF-2, are elite soldiers for a lack of a better word, and we are adept in situations just like this.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: The strong wind is making it increasingly difficult to see. It’s messing up my hair. But I know I have to be quick. I reach down and pull a small disk out from the side of my sneakers, and place it on the giant lock that’s keeping the doors intact. I press a button, and the disk starts to turn red and heat up. Within seconds, the lock starts to melt, and eventually breaks apart. Voilà! Just like that, I am almost in. I couldn’t hang on for much longer anyway. So I reached over to what’s left of the lock, still burning hot, and tossed it to the ditch. Slowly prying the door open, I take a step towards it.

10:20 Liam_Snow: Oh my fucking god… Finally… After the incident in Des Moines, this is really what we needed. The days were so boring, but finally Daniel Allen informed us about a new plan. I can tell all my friends are so excited for this mission. Fucking everyone up while they are in their base. They really think they are safe there, right? Nope… Apparently… Not today indeed. CSIS is already fucked up, and with this deadly blow, I doubt they can recover that easily. It may take months for them to restore themselves. I check my pistol and dagger to see they are in order. I can tell there is an idiot grin on my face but fuck me… This is going to be fun. Making these CSIS agents suffer will be awesome.

10:20 Liam_Snow: Just after I finished checking my weapons, I hear a loud CRACK that comes from outside. Huh… Interesting… It sounded from somewhere near. Just as I was about to lean my back against the container, my friend Zack started to grunt “Oh Frank… I told you to put your stuff in order… It fell, right? If your gear is mixed up with mine, I am going to make you regret…” Then Frank replies “Oh mate… Don’t worry… I am not clumsy like you… If you really wanna check, you can go and fuck yourself…” I can’t help, but chuckle at the sight. “Come on guys, don’t be an ass before a mission like this. Tell you what… I am going to beat the mistaken man with the other one once this mission is over, deal?” Yeah, it’s been too long since I’ve had a wrestle around with my friends. Could be a fun idea. Both Frank and Zack nod, and I slowly get up. I was going to get a drink anyways. Let’s see what this noise is about.

10:20 Liam_Snow: As I started to head towards the end of the container, my eyes widened in amazement. How the fuck had the door opened? Before I can call out to anyone, I see a shadow, and quickly, I hide behind one of the big boxes that is close to the door. Fuck… SOMEONE JUST ENTERED THE TRUCK… FUCK FUCK FUCK… I take out my radio, and mumble to Daniel “Sir… I have a problem at the end of the container, please come as soon as possible…” Then before waiting for his reply, I put the radio in its place again, and slowly revealed myself to see the shadow properly. No… I am %100 right… That shadow is a person, and they just entered the truck. Gritting my teeth, I start charging towards them. Taking my knife out, I jump and raise my arm in the air, trying to dig my knife into his shoulder or biceps. He still didn’t turn around, but he may at any moment. His muscles definitely show that he is not an ordinary man.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I check our position on the GPS, we are about four miles to go. Nolan is wedged off to one side, quiet as a mouse. As long as he can fight when the time comes. Then, suddenly Daniel’s radio buzzes, and he has a chat with someone from the back. Probably his right hand man, Liam. Whatever it is, Daniel can handle it. I keep my eyes focused on the road. Fuck me, this was going to be fun.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: Having hung by my weight for the past few minutes, my muscles are all pumped up. My body hugging T-shirt drenched in sweat, and sweat drips down onto the floor of this truck as I take a step, letting my body swing inside as I land on my feet. I close the door behind. I immediately scan the place. It’s a big cargo compartment. We have these pallets and wooden crates all stacked up. They could very well be weapons and arms from all I know. If the driver is who I think he is, the mercenary known as Derek Steel, this may be a full on attack against the CSIS base. And I need to warn them as soon as I find the evidence. I try to make as few noises as possible as I take my quiet steps, going deeper into the truck, when all of a sudden, I see someone emerging from behind one of the crates. I see the reflection of the blade, as it slides down my left bicep. I flex and manage to deflect the blade before it could make a deep cut, but blood rolls down my thick bicep right away. I know I have little time to react. This is most certainly NOT a regular truck. I know I have to act fast and I do, so I twist my body so that my back presses up against his front. I grab that arm, twisting it so that he loosens up his knife, heaving, grunting out loud as I lift him upwards as I go for a judo throw to toss him towards one of the crates.

10:20 Liam_Snow: Oh yeah… That was satisfying. Slicing that big muscle with my sharp knife. But it doesn’t take long for me to understand that this guy is not an ordinary guy .He quickly grabs my hand, twisting it hard which forces me to drop my knife. Ugh… This is one of these annoying agents. How did they find us? This could ruin the whole plan. Please sir, come back quickly. He manages to toss me over in front of him, and my back slams a crate hard. I can’t help but grunt harshly “”Grahh…” Oh this guy is good. I don’t know who he is, but I will make sure he suffers. But I don’t let go of his wrist, and as soon as my back hits the crates hard, I push him towards me, trying to force him to lunge forward and drop to his knees. While doing that, I raise my left knee to smash his face with this momentum. This guy is going down, one way or another. And I have no intention to make this gentle. He won’t know what hit him.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: I throw this guy against the crate. He has some muscles on him, and he’s no light weight. But I know I need to take care of him quickly before the others, whoever they may have in this cargo compartment, notice. I got distracted by my thoughts when I get pulled towards him, but I can see his knee coming. I know I don’t have enough time to move away, but I try to move my arm towards the front of my face, as his knee connects, knocking me back a bit, UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH lucky to have avoided that blow to my head, but my forearm is hurting and I find myself falling backwards from the momentum, towards the metal floor. I am determined to take care of this guy quick, so I grit my teeth, fighting through the pain as I drag you down by that trapped arm. I get him on top of me and I wrap my good arm around his neck. I flex hard to try and choke him. Sweating and breathing hard. “Who do you work for!” I grunt and say, applying the pressure, not to knock him out but to make it hurt. I need to know who is behind this!

10:20 Liam_Snow: My knee hits his arm instead of his face. At least this should have hurt him since he groans hard and falls to the metal floor on his back. But this guy doesn’t let my arm go. We both hold each other’s wrists tightly, and he pulls me towards him. My back is resting against his chest. And with his free arm, he started choking me. He asks me who I work for… Oh GRRR… Don’t worry, you will learn soon. I started to moan in pain, but nope… Not that easy big guy. With our locked arms, I start to dig my fingers into his wrist, trying to find his nerve points to force him to let me go. Afterwards, I spread my legs, and with my free hand, I reach down to his balls, and start squeezing them brutally. Flexing my hard muscles, I try my best to let him know what real pain is. My both hands are clawing his balls and wrist hard.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: I hear this man’s word of defiance as I keep the chokehold on. Flexing up, biceps bulging. He could feel that heat from my sweaty muscles underneath him. I keep the choke tight, even as he tries to claw on my arm. Not letting him gain an inch. But then, all of a sudden, I feel his hand reaching down to my balls. He starts to squeeze them like some balloon animals, as I gasp out from the pain, fighting the urge to scream so I don’t alert the others who’re on this truck. Eyes bulging, and the pain only increases as he keeps his fingers tight. I know I won’t be able to choke him out before he lets go, so I let go of his neck, slide my body back a bit, to get enough space so that I can press my foot against his back, as I try to kick him off me, so that his grip on my balls would loosen up in the process.

10:20 Liam_Snow: Finally, that guy lets my neck go and I gasp hard. Oh fuck… Geez… Those muscles… But I love to play with those kinds of muscles as well. I can feel he tries to slide his body a little upwards, so that he can push me away. I understand his intention, so as he starts to move his body, I throw myself to the left. We are lying side to side now. As soon as I free myself, I charge my right elbow to his pretty face with a quick reaction to paralyze him. But I don’t stop with this. After I finish my strike, I raise on my knees, and swing one of my legs around his body to get on top of him and sit down on his waist. If I can restrain him, I can play with him however I want. Hah… This guy really thought he could jump into a Syndicate truck, and get away with it… No can do…

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: Before my foot was able to connect, he rolled over to his side, my foot met with nothing but air. I look over, but his elbow smashes down hard against my face. UGHHHHHHHH… I am stunned. The blow nearly broke my nose. My eyes blinking, I shake my head to try clearing my vision, looking up and seeing him adjusting his body, mounting me as he straddles my waist. I shake my head, shaking off the cobwebs. Feeling his weight bearing down, I look up and thrust my right hand upward, the palm of my hand striking his face, returning the favour for when you elbowed me in the face earlier.

10:20 Liam_Snow: Yeah, hurting this idiot agent is just satisfying as hell. Since I managed to paralyze him, he can’t stop me from restraining him. Though, he doesn’t give up that easily. Even in his pain, he attempts to strike my face with a palm punch, trying to give me a taste of my own medicine. How adorable… But I am prepared this time. Since he is hurt and can’t focus properly, I manage to move my head to the side just in time, quickly dodging his attack. As his fist hits the air right next to my face, I swing my own right arm in the air, throwing a hook punch to his cheek to paralyze him more. OH… I am going to enjoy destroying this handsome face. I won’t hold myself back. As soon as I finish my first strike, which I doubt he can dodge or block after I manage to avoid his own strike, I will grab him by his hair, and slam the back of his head to the ground harshly. This kind of blow should prevent him from fighting back if I manage to damage him enough.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: Who is this guy… He is strong, pinning me down, even as I buck and twist my body underneath him, I can’t break free. He is fast, real fast, avoiding my strike altogether when I throw my palm towards his face, and the next thing I know, his fist connected with the side of my face. ARGHHHHHHHHHHH I cry out in pain, head snapping to the side, I am stunned. And before I even have time to catch my breath, he grabs me by my hair, pulling my head up and smashing the back of my head onto the metal floor. ARGHHHHHHHHHH crying out in pain and my head denting the floor. I am stunned, seeing stars. Moaning in pain. Fuck, Seb, you need to fight this. This truck is heading straight towards the CSIS compound, and you, the best of the best that Canada has to offer, has to stop it in its tracks. UGHHHHHHHHH… dazed as I moan, my hands reaching up to slap on his thighs that are straddling my body. My eyes fluttering as I look up, vision blurred. Head lifting up a bit before dropping back. I shake my head, trying to shake this off. Head feeling heavy.

10:20 Liam_Snow: I can’t help but laugh evilly as both of my strikes hurt this handsome agent. He tries his best to focus on the fight, but I got him now. He is not going anywhere. He tries to slap my thighs, but of course it does nothing. Taking this advantage while listening to the whimpers of this idiot, I put my left hand on his throat, and started choking him with my bare hand. Moving my butt to his chest a little bit, my bulge almost on his face, I cock my other hand, and throw a punch directly to his gut, digging my knuckles into his muscles. Seeing the pain of this guy excites me a lot. I grunt as I continue to squeeze his throat “Now… Let me ask you the question instead…” I move my face a bit closer to his “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU… YOU PIECE OF SHIT…” After screaming into his face, I threw another punch to his face, still not letting go of his neck. The others should have heard my shout, and they will probably come soon.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: I feel this grunt sliding his body up towards my chest. Air being driven out from my lungs, escaping from my lips. UGHHHHHHHHHH… eyes continue to flutter as I stare into his eyes, trying to focus, when suddenly, his left hand thrusts towards my throat. My eyes widen as his fingers tighten against my throat, choking me hard. Veins popping from my forehead as my face turns red. To make things worse, his fist slams against my gut. I cough and gasp, choking even more. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH… He even asks me who I am, but I am choking, can hardly speak as I groan louder from the pain. My legs sliding on the metal floor. I know I need to focus, I need to get him off me. I need to stop this speeding truck that’s heading towards the compound. My legs continue to slide, and as he climbs further up my chest, I bridge and smash my knee against the back of his head. His grip loosening, I try pushing him off me. Coughing, I roll over, rubbing my hand on my neck. Looking back at the guy who nearly choked me out, and I sent my left foot towards his head, looking to kick the fight out of him.

10:20 Liam_Snow: His face turns red which excites me more and more. However, he doesn’t reply back. He still resists. Though I got him now, he is not going anywhere. But suddenly, I feel a sharp pain on the back of my head, and I groan hard, lunging forward unwillingly. I am forced to let go of his neck at the moment. Before I can recover, he suddenly sends his foot to my face, and my head snaps back. This time, I can’t help but yell hard “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…” Now it is my turn to feel dizzy. Fuck… Did he break my nose? I can’t tell… But I am going to make him regret it. I… Need… To… Fo… Suddenly, I see another pair of boots… Oh… Someone came… Finally… Fuck… I try to rise on my knees after that kick, but it hurts like hell. My nose is bleeding. But I grin as I hear the voice… Oh… Thank god…

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: After hearing the radio call from Liam, I rushed to the back of the container. He never fucks around. He is like my right arm helping me with many things. If he says something is wrong, something is wrong. After nodding at Derek, I start searching for Liam, taking my combat knife out. As I come closer, I hear two different yells. One of them belongs to Liam, but the other… I don’t know. I know all my troops’ voices, and this one doesn’t belong to any of them. Finally arriving at the scene, I see Liam falling at my feet after receiving a kick from another muscled guy. Who the fuck is this? But I can tell Liam worked him over good. Putting a fake, cold smile on my face, I grin “Nice job Liam… Get up, and bring me some handcuffs…” Moving carefully, trying to not step on Liam, I approach the other “hero”. He seems like he was being choked, but of course, when I am around, nobody recovers. Raising my right foot, I deliver a stomp kick to his chest before he can get up. Then, I move my boot to his throat, letting him feel the rubber sole of it on his adam’s apple. Increasing the pressure, I grunt, but in a very calm tone “Who the fuck are you?”

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: The cargo space is dimly lit. I wasn’t aware, and was hoping that this guy was the only one back here. And once I have taken care of him, then I can reach the driver’s compartment to get to Steel. I roll over, rubbing my neck, coughing. Before I could look up, I feel a hard strike against my chest, ARGHHHHHHHHHHH, sending me back against the metal floor. The smell of french rubber overwhelms my nose immediately, and I find myself choking again when the boot presses down against my throat. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH… I look up, eyes trailing up his camo pants, green tight miliant shirt, up to his handsome face. My legs sliding on the floor, I am choking hard when he asks me who I am, but he chokes me hard. I can hardly make any noise but to grunt. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH… Who the fuck am I? “I am the person who’s gonna stop you…” I do my best to say. Face turning red from the choke, feeling the pressure. But needing to get myself free of this position, I start to bridge, and once it’s within striking distance, I send my right foot towards his back to knock him off balance.

10:20 Liam_Snow: Oh… Thank god it’s Daniel… Just in time… Fuck me… He tells me to bring handcuffs. DAMN… How can he be so professional and distant, even in a combat situation. I nod as he slowly passes next to me. Rubbing my nose and moaning in pain, I crawl to the box in front of me, and take out some handcuffs. I can’t help but moan in pain as I turn around, and my eyes widen in amazement.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Wow… This guy has balls… Really hard balls… Even though he is in pain, and I am choking him with my foot, he tells me that he is the one who is going to stop me… Really? Oh, some heroes never grow out of fairytales. I don’t reply, I just smile back at him. Then suddenly, I feel he is trying to bridge up, and from my left side a movement happens. Oh boy… Adorable… I continue to stare down into his handsome face as I catch his right foot without moving my eyes. Holding his foot with both of my hands, I start to twist his ankle, decreasing the pressure on his neck a little bit. I ask in the same calm tone. “Who… Are… You…” But after asking this question, I threw a soccer kick to his cheek brutally, as if I got really angry. But I am actually calm. I like playing with idiot heroic agents like this. Though, I really wonder who this guy is. After kicking his face, forcing him to turn on his stomach, I let go of his foot, and dropped my knees on his back, moving my knees under his armpits so he can’t do anything.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: I look up, seeing that smile on his handsome face, somehow sending chills down my spine. But I don’t plan on being flat on my back for much longer, sending my foot up, waiting for it to connect as I see how he’s unaware, but somehow, he manages to catch my foot. What the hell. How… how did he telegraph my move like that. A look of surprise across my face, and I let out a loud gasp when he let up on my neck a bit, but I immediately started to moan from the pain when I felt the twisting pressure on my ankle. UGHHHHHHHHHHHH it’s like he’s testing how far my ankle can turn without breaking it. Sweat pouring down my beefy muscles now, soaking my shirt, my shorts. He could clearly see the beads of sweat built up on my face and my arm, and when he kicked me hard on my cheek, my head snapped to the side, sweat and spits flying, and I landed on my stomach. Stunned. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH. My leg being dropped to the floor. Sweat splashing onto his camo pants as my foot bounces a few times. UGHHHHHHHHHHHH moaning in pain when his knees drop against my back, pinning me down. I flex, my legs sliding on the metal floor. Flexing hard trying to lift my upper body that’s pinned under his weight. Feeling like a trapped bug but flexing up hard to try and toss him off me.

10:20 Liam_Snow: I finally manage to get up after Daniel pins that Canadian guy down. No… He probably didn’t break my nose, but that was close. Approaching them, I extend the handcuffs. I wonder how he is going to break that guy. But somehow, he always manages to. Wow… Not gonna lie, I admire him a lot. He is a perfect teacher.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Oh this guy doesn’t give up. I like that. Even after the kick he received, he desperately tries to toss me over, but it is nothing more than a squirm. I grab him by his hair, and yank him to my level. His back should be in agony now since I am forcing his spine to bend at a sharp angle. Pulling his hair, I bring my mouth to his ear, letting him hear my cold tone and feel my hot breath on his skin “Well… You are lucky that we are busy at the moment… But don’t worry… I am going to take care of you personally…” Then I see Liam, offering the handcuffs. I smile, and smash this idiot’s face to the ground harshly. Then I get off him, and I cuff his hands behind his back. Leaving him in that state for a moment to let the humiliation burn, I chuckle evilly. These amateurs really thought they could stop us. No way… Forcing him to turn over onto his back once again with my foot, I smiled at him again. “But now… I guess you earned a rest… Whoever the fuck are you… Night night boy…” Then without waiting for his reaction, I raise my boot, and do another stomp kick, directly into his face this time. Oops… I hope I didn’t break his nose with that strike. I want him to feel it properly. “Lock him in the cage Liam…” I mumble, then head to the cab once again. Well… This mission started very nice. I hope it will remain like that too.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: I struggle weakly underneath this guy’s knee. He is stronger, stronger than that goon whom I fought with. I continue to flex and squirm underneath, when he grabs me by my sweat soaked hair and pulls me up roughly. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH grunting in pain, eyes fluttering, trying to look at him as he put his face up close. I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. His tone remained calm, dead calm even as he’s facing an intruder. “Fuck.. you…” I say, my back giving to the pain as I moan out loud from the pain mid sentence, UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… before he smashes my face to the floor. ARGHHHHHHHHHH my head bouncing a few times. The impact denting the metal floor. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH I am stunned. Having taken one too many blows to my head since I got into the truck. This is not what I had expected when I decided to infiltrate the truck. I am drifting in and out of consciousness, when I feel my hands being cuffed. Rolled over, looking up at this guy. I see two of him now. Fuck, fight this. Get yourself out of this, Seb. You can’t let… ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH the back of my head gets smashed into the metal floor. Teeth got knocked loose. My eyes roll back, mouth wide when he lifts his boot up from my face. I am knocked out cold. Dragged over to some kind of animal cage. Tossed in, head first, body forced to bend so that it would fit inside. Unconscious, cuffed, locked up. Drooling onto the crate underneath. As the truck continues to speed its way towards the CSIS complex.

10:20 Liam_Snow: I can’t help but grin evilly as I see that fucker under Daniel’s feet, knocked out cold. Fuck… I almost forgot my injuries, drooling over the scene. On the other hand, Daniel seems so calm. This was hot, not gonna lie. As he orders me to lock him in the cage, my smile widens and I hold this Canadian guy by his arm, dragging and locking in the cage like he deserves. Then I go back to my seat, telling the other guys what happened, and how I and Daniel beated the shit out of him.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I ignore Liam’s amazed gaze. That’s something I always do. Nothing unordinary. But who the hell is this guy… Moreover, how did he find us… These are all questions that I don’t want to answer. Did CSIS learn our plan somehow? But that feels odd. Why would they just send one person? Besides, it is too late to back out from the plan as well. We just need to focus on this mission at the moment. I sit down next to Derek, and put a kiss on his cheek, as if nothing happened. “I’ve handled it… Seems like an intruder, but Liam took care of him pretty nicely, and I finished him off… Though, I don’t know who he is, or how did he get inside of the truck. Regardless, one less man in front of our journey Derek…” I grin mischievously, then clear my throat “You ready?”

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: Then, Daniel comes back into the cab. I look over, as he kisses my scruffy, bearded cheek. Fuck. I’m horny. Daniel isn’t helping. I always get horny when I’m about to unleash mayhem. Then, my eyebrow raises. “What the fuck? An intruder? In the back? How the hell? Did he get a call off? Who does he work for? We can’t afford to give those Canuck cocksuckers any warning, any chance to make contact before we’ve had a chance to detonate the EMP bomb. We are already cutting it close as it is. If there was a way we could get past their automated security check, we’d have this nailed in the bag, but forging a retinal scan would take longer than we had time for. But as it is… barrelling through the front gates will give someone precious time to call for backup before we can fry the electronics and local grid with our little EMP baby. It’s the one weak part in our plan. But hell, nothing for it now.”

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I shake my head as he asks who he is. Unfortunately, I don’t know who he is, but I am going to learn very very soon. Though, that is not the focus at the moment. We have a mission to accomplish. Then Derek mentions the weakest part of our plan, and I grunt. Yeah, I HATE a weak point in a plan. Everything should be perfect and in order when it comes to me. But oh well, I guess that is something I learnt from Derek. Sometimes, you need to let it go. Moreover, we are not going to spend too much time. In and out… Simple… “I know… But I already calculated the estimated time… Even if they call for back-up, nobody can reach us in under 25 minutes. If we also add the little “barriers” I prepared for the local authorities, more than 35 minutes. So we have plenty of time. Besides, I informed the second truck to arrive just on time, otherwise he is going to lose everything he has. So I don’t think he will let us down…”I smile, then hesitate for a moment. On this road, usually CSIS workers hang out, and that guy fought very well. If this guy managed to reach us somehow, then there is a possibility that he can be an agent. I turn around, and shout again “Liam… Drag that idiot Canadian up here, but do not take him out of his cage. I want Derek to see him. Maybe he knows him. We may find something useful on him that can help us to get front gates.”The wheels under the cage will help Liam to move it to here easily.

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: Getting closer now, only about 2 more miles. I listened to Daniel with a grin, he was a meticulous planner. Oh yes he was. Helped to counter-balance my reckless nature. Yes it did. Then, he has an interesting idea. It was an outside chance that this fucker they had captured might have something that could get us into CSIS. Only their top agents had that kind of access though. Well, worth a shot. “Good idea Daniel, let’s see this would be Canuck hero.”

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: After my shout, it doesn’t take Liam long to carry that piece of shit up here. God, I love this kid. He does his job nicely, right on time. I smile and nod to him, telling him with my eyes that he can go back. After he returns to join his friends, I open the cage. Hmm, this guy is still sleeping. But don’t worry, he will wake up soon. I grab him by his hair, and pull his head out for Derek’s display. “He is a handsome fucker, don’t you think?” I grin, then take a tape from my side, duct-taping his mouth. I start slapping his cheeks softly. He won’t harm us in this position while his hands are cuffed and his mouth is taped. Moreover, Liam should already have taken his belongings, so he can’t call anyone. So I don’t mind if he wakes up.

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: I hear Liam bringing forward the cage, but I keep my eyes on the road until Daniel grabs the man’s hair and pulls it out near my knee. I look down at him briefly. Then suddenly, my eyes snap back to the road, and I start to laugh so hard I nearly cry. What are the fucking chances? Oh this is too rich…. The fates are on my side today. I look over at Daniel, then down again at the taped up handsome fucker. “You do realize, Daniel, you fucking beautiful bastard, that you’ve just nabbed Operative Sébastien Côté, a proud member of Canada’s JTF-2? You have just nabbed us our way in. This Canadian piece of shit is most definitely authorized for access to CSIS HQ…” I reach down with my hand, and grab Sébastien’s chin, my fingers like a steel vise as the stab deep into his face. “Aren’t you, my little godsend?” Of course he doesn’t know about that shower back in LA… and the little gift I left him. No he doesn’t.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: My head’s banging. Muscles aching all over. I feel a sharp jabbing pain on my chin as I slowly come to. My eyes opening, blinking, vision starts to clear. I try to move. I try to open my mouth so that I can breath, only to realize that my hands are tied, and there’s a tape on my lips. I breathe onto it. HMMMMMMMMMM… My eyes look up, and my muscles tense up. It’s Derek Steel. THE Derek Steel. One of the guys on our JTF-2 list. One that I have been hunting for months. I was right to jump into the truck, but only to find myself bound, gagged, in my #1 enemy’s hands, literally. HMMMMMMMMMMMM my body reeks of sweat. Whoever is with him managed to knock me out, but now I find myself face to face with the man I am after. I flex hard, trying to break the bond, muscles bulging, summoning all my strength. HMMMMMMMMMMM realizing that it’s an impossible task, my body’s forced to relax. Chest heaving. My eyes staring into Derek’s face the entire time...

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: My eyes widen in amazement as I listen to Derek's words. WOW… I don’t know the dude “directly”. But fuck… He DEFINITIVELY should have access to CSIS HQ. This is more than just a gift. This feels so surreal. I can’t help but chuckle as Derek laughs hard, then grabs this Sebastien dude’s chin. I stroke his head as he forces himself to relax. Clever mate… It has no use after all. I smiled at him again “Well then Sebastien… Nice to meet you… Well, it was nice for me, not gonna lie, but can’t talk on your behalf. You were exactly what we needed…” then I turn to Derek and my grin widens “And since you are Derek’s speciality, I am going to make sure that I will take care of you personally…” Then I slap his cheek. Wow… That was just great. He was the missing piece to our perfect plan. Now… Nothing can go wrong…

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: And the timing was perfect. I grinned over at Daniel as he offered to take care of Sébastien. The idea of Sébastien in the loving, tender care of that beautiful bastard of mine… My dick started to twitch. And… here we were, at the automated security checkpoint. I slowly pulled the massive 18 wheeler to a stop in front of the kiosk with the retinal scanner. I rolled down the window of the big rig, my hard, hairy mercenary muscle flexing and rippling with power as I hauled Sébastien up with my grip on his jaw. I looked at him, then bashed his head against the steering wheel a few times to daze him. Then, while the handsome fucker is dazed, I pry his right eye open with my left thumb and forefinger, then stick his head against the scanner. The laser traces his eye, then we are rewarded with a green light, and the gate opens. I shove Sébastien back, then turn to grin at Daniel. “It’s time.” I pull forward, slowly gaining speed as I begin to aim the massive 18 wheeler right for the big front doors, leading into the lobby of the headquarters of the CSIS. Fuck me. I loved my job.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Fuck me… I love this dude. Fuck it Daniel. I really really love this dude. He pulls Sébastien by his hair, and smashes his pretty head to the wheel a couple of times to force him to open his eyes, and BINGO… Here we are… Handling the weakest part of our plan so easily. That was just a miracle. But the fun part was only about to begin. This was going to be amazing. As Derek shoves Sébastien back into his cage, then grins at me, I pull my own silenced gun, then force Sébastien to sit down on my seat while I get up. “You know what Côté? I am feeling generous today… So instead of putting you to sleep once again, I will help you watch the scene… You won’t believe how much easier you made our job.” I smile, then grab some rope, then tie him to the seat I was sitting on. He won’t be able to make any noise, neither can anyone hear him in this mayhem. He will be just watching the events in our truck in an uncomfortable position. I check if there is any sharp materials around for him to help him escape, then pat his head. “Come on Derek… Let’s show them what we got out there…” I grin at Derek, then suddenly, pull him into another kiss with lots of tongues, just like he did. Oh fuck… You better watch out Derek Steel… This Daniel Allen is evolving into something else, and I am not complaining about it… “Somehow…”

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: Everything happened so quickly. The guy I was fighting turned out to be a partner of Daniel. They have some kind of intimate relationship from the look of it, though he is not in my radar. He seems to be just as twisted though, offering to “take care” of me, whatever that means. But that just prompts me to struggle even more, trying to get out of this. But true to his reputation, Derek Steel is one strong MF. He hauls me up by my jaw, nearly breaking my jawbones. My eyes widening, clearly in pain, when my head gets smashed into the steering wheel, over and over, until he has me seeing stars. HMMMMMMMMM… muscles limp, eyes hardly opened, but he pries my eye open, using it to gain access to the complex. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck… my fears coming true, they are after the base. I have to stop them. I need to stop them, but I am too dazed to even do a thing when I get shoved towards the cage. But Daniel has another idea. He pulls me out and wraps the ropes around my limbs, tying me to the seat. My head lolling, but clearly seeing where we are heading. No.. no.. no… moaning, panicking as I watch us getting closer and closer to the base. Body shaking. No….HMMMMMMMMM...

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: Daniel ties up our Canuck hero, and then gives me a kiss. Oh fuck, does he taste good. Yes he does. After this fight, we are going to have a little talk about our future. Yes we will. Then, I turn forward, shift the massive 18 wheeler into gear, and slam down on the gas pedal. The truck roars to life, gathering speed down the driveway, the impressive double doors leading to the lobby of the CSIS just ahead. I shift gears again, gaining speed. I grin, everyone is braced, everyone knows what to do. There are a couple of guards flanking the front entrance, dressed in well-tailored suits and armed. They don’t even notice us yet. We get closer, and closer, and then they look up, realizing at last that something is wrong. Desperately, bravely, they hold their ground, firing a few rounds into the windshield of the 18 wheeler, I duck down as bullets smash through the heavy safety glass. I look over as our Canuck prisoner, unable to duck, takes a slug right in the shoulder. Nice. Then, there are two crunches as the guards are brutally ran over by the heavy truck, followed shortly by a massive explosion of glass and support beams as the huge semi truck smashes through the double doors, embedding itself deep in the lobby of the CSIS Headquarters. We come to a stop, and I reach down and hit the button that fires off the EMP. There is a low WOOOMPHHH sound from the rear of the trailer, and then every fucking light in the place goes dark, every computer, every piece of electronics becomes scrap metal throughout the entire compound. FUCK YES. I scream, “MOVE OUT!” Time to play.

Australian Syndicate Base, Same Time

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: It’s been a really busy fucking day sorting everything out for my new toy. So many things I want to do, and in so little time. My time with him has an expiry date as Princess Derek will soon be returning to reclaim his land. I’ve been finding rooms and equipment to live out my ultimate fantasies with this kid, making the most of my time with him. He’s like a delicious wine, and torture is the cheese to match him perfectly. I stand in the mirror and make sure I’m looking my best for him. Today, our relationship reaches a new level. Today, Jack will learn firsthand why I’m the most terrifying man in the Syndicate. But first.. A shower, I think. A little reward for his good behaviour. I practically skip merrily towards Jack’s cell, unlocking the door and prancing in with a sing-song. “Gooood morning my little cobber. Rise and shine, it’s Uncle Heath time!” I smile at him, giving him a once over and noticing him wearing my boxers. “I see you’ve accepted my gracious gifts.. Good boy!” I kneel down before him and stroke his cheek.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: It’s so fucking cold in this cell. I spend my entire nights shivering and crying, thinking of Jeff. He hasn’t once left my thoughts since I’ve been here, and I’m sure it’s been a few weeks.. Maybe months? Fuck.. has it been half a year? I have absolutely no idea, my days are the same. Sometimes tortured, sometimes left alone.. But always hurting, inside and out. Jeff is the only one that keeps me company. I imagine how life would have been if he survived and I was never captured.. Just the two of us at his home, together at last. All the love I’ve stored up over the last 12 years could finally be released, and I would shower him with it every day. He’d give me a good morning kiss, I’d make him coffee.. All of that was taken away from me. I finally declared my love to the man of my dreams, and he was killed and I was captured, destined to think about ‘what could have been’. It’s a miserable affair, and I will forever carry the heavy weight of loathing Derek Steel because of it. But I’m not currently in the hands of Derek Steel. Instead, I’m under the watchful eye of somebody I can already tell is far more terrifying. Heath seems like somebody who would do unspeakable things to me.. Permanent things.. I don’t know whether my shivering last night was because of the cold, or from fear for what he will do to me today.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. I hear the jangle of the keys in the doorway, and Heath sings me a little morning song. I shiver at his feet, still sitting against the wall, as my mind contemplates what the hell he’s got in store for me today. He mentions the boxers and I almost feel a sense of gratitude for him giving them to me, but I dismiss the emotion immediately. I will not let Heath inside my head, I will not thank him for anything he does that’s disguised as a reward or a favour. Heath and his twirly-fucking moustache can get fucked.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I can tell Jack still isn’t going to speak to me, and I roll my eyes. “Jackal, I think that ship has long sailed. Don’t you remember? ‘Is J-j-j-j-j-jeff st-st-still alive?’” I burst out laughing, ruffling his hair as I mock him. “Think you know the answer to that, don’t you mate?” I stand then, and notice Jack’s breakfast is still on the floor by his slot. “Not hungry today, boy? You need to eat your food if you want to be all big and strong!” I slide the bowl over to him.. Some sort of disgusting porridge looking thing. To be honest, it looks like puke. I take a spoon full of sick and fly it towards his mouth, making airplane noises because why the fuck not. “Nnneeoowww.. Open up, kiddo!”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I can’t believe I let my mask slip yesterday. I fell for his awful prank and broke my silence, something I’d done so fucking well to uphold. His impression of me makes my blood boil, and I remember how angry and humiliated I was. I want to fucking kill him.. But then he calls me boy and I could just burst out into tears right here and now. Boy.. that’s what my Jeff used to call me. I will forever be his boy. Things go from bad to worse when Heath seemingly reveals he’s got some sick sort of baby roleplay fetish. The porridge is cold and hard from sitting there for about an hour, and I have no intention of eating it. He flies it towards my mouth and I remain tight-lipped, letting the porridge smudge into my beard. Shove it up your ass, Heath.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I frown, hating it when I am disobeyed. “This isn’t a request, Jackal.. It’s a fucking order.. Now I really don’t want to start the day by slowly pulling a few teeth out, but I will do as I must. You’ll only be able to eat porridge then, eh?” I imitate his fucking dialect as I speak. Fucking Canadians. I’m sick of threatening him with brutal tortures.. I need him to know I’m not messing around. “Consider this my last warning, boy.. You so much as refuse me once more today and you’re going to start losing body parts until you’re a toothless, eyeless, dickless vegetable..” I’m not fucking bluffing either, I’ve enjoyed many eye-removals in my time. Oh how they scream. Jack sounds good screaming.. I think he may even be a singer, you can tell.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Heath stabbed me yesterday without hesitation, and I have a sickening feeling that was quite mild for him.. Oh, fuck.. I can’t, I have to.. FUCK!!! I roar in frustration, feeling completely trapped. I have no fucking choice. As far as I’m concerned it’s eat a bowl of porridge, or have a nipple removed or something. This is beyond torture.. I reluctantly open my mouth and let the porridge plane fly in. It tastes and feels fucking horrible.. Cold and bland, stodgy and heavy. He repeats the process a few times, never failing to do that fucking airplane noise. He’s a manchild, he’s fucking unhinged.. I finished the bowl of porridge and could bring it back up instantly, knowing it would look exactly the same. Oh god.. What it.. What if it was never porridge.. What if they’re serving me puke? Oh fuck don’t even go there, Jackal.. That’s not a.. Did I just call myself Jackal? Oh fuck.. I’m losing it.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: “Attaboy, Jackal!” I dump the spoon in the bowl and grab both his shoulders. I study his face as I smile warmly at him.. He’s a handsome fella, and there’s a slight resemblance of daddy Trent in there. His hair and beard are getting a bit unkempt now, but that can be sorted. I think Jack’s earned a little spa day. “Come with me, boy.. I’ve got a nice surprise for you!” I run my hands down his arms and take his hands, lifting him to his feet. “I think you’re going to like this!” I lead him out of his cell for the first time since he got here, and it’s like watching a fucking baby ‘roo learn how to hop. He’s forgotten how to function, this kid. It’s a good job I’m holding on to him to keep him steady. I guide him through some corridors and into my living quarters, then straight through to my ‘luxury ensuite’. I gesture at the shower and beam at Jack, I’m so happy for him. “Congratulations, Young. You’re going to accompany your Uncle Heath into the shower this morning! You can even have one yourself.. Come on!” I start stripping down, gesturing for him to do the same.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I’m paraded through the hallways and it’s so fucking embarrassing. To everyone that we pass, I’m this worthless prisoner whose only good for dumping cum and beating up. I’ve been stripped of my humanity, but at least I’ve got boxers on.. I suppose I should thank He-- NO! For fuck’s sake Jackal, don’t thank.. Oh fuck.. This isn’t happening.. I block out my thoughts the best I can, they’re only going to make me spiral quicker. My name is Jack. My name is Jack. My name is Jack. My name is fucking hungry and sleep deprived. I idly follow Heath through to his bedroom of sorts, and then into his bathroom. A.. a shower? I.. I can have a shower? Heath is going to be in there with me, but.. A shower? I can’t believe it, I feel like I’ve won the lottery. I’m hesitant, but I remove my boxers and step into the shower.. I need to savour this moment, because I know only pain and torture will follow.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I watch Jack strip off and lick my lips, then follow him into the shower. I forgot to mention a small, teeny-tiny catch to him.. Oh, well. I turn the water on and wait for the scream, but my body is blocking him in so he can’t jump anywhere. “Oh! Sorry, Jackal! I only take ice-cold showers, they keep me refreshed!”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Like a naive child, I stand waiting for the water, desperate for a warm flow to soothe my chill. I can’t wait for it, it’s going to be amazing. But as soon as Heath’s hand reaches the lever, my heart sinks. He’s going to fucking scald me. Sure enough, the water hits me and it stings like a thousand knives stabbing every inch of my body. I cry out and jump back, but land against Heath’s solid chest. It’s.. it’s fucking freezing! I turn in a panic but now my back is getting wet. “AARRRGGGHHH!” fuck, fuck, fuck this is horrible!

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: Oh how his screams sound better than the early morning birds. He desperately tries to escape, but I refuse to let him. He’s my prisoner in this icy, wet cell. Oh fuck he’s turning me on.. I plant my palms against his chest and push him against the tile. “Oh, Jackal.. Isn’t this nice?” I lean forwards and give him a desperate kiss, the feel of his wet, naked body pressing against mine is filling me with a lust I can’t ignore. I need to do this, and I need to do this now. “Let Uncle Heath warm you up..” I grab some shower gel and pour loads into my palm, then spread it around his hairy, young body. I repeat the process for myself, and here we stand.. Two naked men completely lathered up in a citrus-scented foam.. Extra slippy. I press against him and already it’s heaven. I’ve done this with Nolan and I don’t think I’ve every cum so quickly. Jack will be no exception. I grind, fast and hard, our bodies sliding against each other like we’re lubed up in oil. It’s.. “OH THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING!” I can’t help but yell as I feel Jack against me. I thrust and thrust faster and faster.. “Oh, Jack.. s-say you love me.. Say you fucking love me and sound like you mean it!”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: The water fucking hurts as it falls over my body. I’m going to get pneumonia or something from this, my body desperately needs heat. My escape attempts are to no avail, and I have to accept my fate. I’m trapped in this shower of torture, and Heath wastes no time in fucking me against the wall. He lathers me up like the living sex doll I am, and slides against me aggressively. My back pushes against the hard tiles as he kisses me. I daren’t bite his tongue.. I just have to play my role perfectly. I close my eyes and wait for it to be over, opening my mouth to drink a decent amount of water. Then, he makes another humiliating request. I hate myself for having to do this.. But Heath has got me under his thumb immediately. “I--” fuck, I hesitate.. I can’t believe I’m saying this. Not only do I have to say it, but I also have to sell it.. Fuck! “I-- I love you, Uncle Heath..” the words.. I feel sick. My porridge is about to come up.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: Oh, he not only says it, but he says it with extra flair. Uncle fucking Heath! I moan loudly as I slide against him, my dick slipping against his abs.. “OOOooooaahhhhh!” I groan in delight as I explode across his body, splattering his abs, chest and chin with my juice. Oh fuck.. That was amazing. Jack is a little treasure chest. I take a few moments to catch my breath, then finish washing with a giant smile plastered across my face. “Jackal, you beautiful creature!” I take his face in my hands and kiss him deeply under the running water, then step out of the shower, switching the water off and grabbing a towel. I pat myself down quickly and throw the towel to Jack. “I think you’ve earned another reward, my boy..” I say to him as I step into my room and get dressed quickly. All of Nolan’s clothes are in here with me, considering we share a room. He either sleeps on the floor or in the bed with me, dependent on my mood. I want Jack to look really sexy today, my fun with him has only just begun. What clothes would he suffer nicely in? I rifle through Nolan’s drawers and smile as I reach my decision. Nice and simple. I throw Jack a pair of skinny grey jeans. “Put these on, and only these..”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: After he paints me with his cum, I make the most of the water whilst it’s on and have a quick but thorough wash since I have no idea when I will get this again. He gives me a smooch and turns the water off, then expects me to dry with his wet towel. I do the best I can, then am greeted with another ‘reward’.. I have no idea what’s happening here. I can’t question anything, he tells me to put the jeans on and I obey, then stand before him unsure what to do next.. I’m shirtless in the jeans and barefoot.. Hardly an outfit but at least my legs are warm. Now what?

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: Oh Jack is a vision.. A sexy fucking vision. Look at him! Almost perfect.. I grab some grooming scissors from my room and get to work on his hair. I’d done this with Nolan a thousand times in an effort to keep him sexy and delicious throughout my time with him. Surprisingly Jack’s hair hadn’t grown too out of control, nothing a quick scissor cut couldn’t resolve. As for his beard, a quick go with the electric razor will do just to push it back a couple of centimetres. When I’m done, I stand back and appreciate my handiwork.. I feel like I’m seeing Jack for the first time. He was a gorgeous little scruff before.. Now, he’s a dashingly handsome and cute little fucker who I can’t wait to play with. “There’s the Jackal we all know and love,” I wink at him. Then gesture out the door again as I guide him to his worst fucking nightmare.

Toronto Syndicate Strike Truck, Day 3, Early Afternoon

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Finally… We are FUCKING there. CSIS Headquarters, right in front of us. It doesn’t take long for us to fire the EMP bombs, and KABOOM. Amazing… They won’t have any chance to call back up very soon now. Better than our expectations. The entrance of Sébastien was such a gift. It just fit perfectly. Then Derek orders everyone to move out. Yes… Time to play with those idiotic agents. Let’s show them who is the real boss around...

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: My heart is racing. While I have fucked up in missions before, this could have some serious consequences. We were about 3 miles away when they used me for the gate. But soon after, I start to come to. I am all tied up. Watching, panicking as they start to pick up the speed, heading straight to the complex. I can see the building now. Fuck. But one thing we at JTF-2 do well, is that we learn to be in control under these kinds of situations. I need to think fast, and act even faster. I can’t let these guys just ram into the building, as I fear that will cost many lives. Even though my hands are tied, I move my fingers in between the seats, and managed to find a fountain pen that probably fell between the cracks. Fuck YES! This is all I needed. And I need to act fast. Sweat pouring down my face and my body as I try to work discreetly. I first unscrew the tip of the pen so that I can detach the sharp edge. I groan from the effort, but playing it so that it looks and sounds like I am just reeling from having beaten up. Part of it is true, but what I am really doing is using that sharp edge to undo the cuffs. I managed to use the long part of the pen as a handle and the sharp edge as a pin. While I am not a magician by trade, I have learned how to do this over the years. After a couple of attempts, I managed to undo the cuff. I look over to either side, to see if they’ve noticed. They are so focused on the drive, and on each other that they hardly noticed. Good! Then there are the ropes. It’s not fucking easy, as the ropes are tight. But I slowly work through the rope.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: I need to hurry. I need to fucking hurry. I managed to loosen the bind, cutting through a couple, when we’ve hit the complex. Fuck! My eyes widening as the soldiers start to shoot. HMMMMMMMMMMM I scream into the gag. I took a slug right in my right shoulder, but then it managed to shot through the rope. It still hurts like hell but I was lucky enough that it didn’t go deep, and that it helped loosen up the ropes even more. But I am in disbelief in what’s happening right in front of my eyes. The truck is ramming into the building. Men ran over. Glass shattered. The scene is fucking surreal. Then it finally comes to a stop. And all of a sudden, everything goes dark, before I hear Derek telling his men that it’s time to move out. I need to act now! I can’t let them execute their plan. If I can take out their leader, maybe I can foil their plan. I can still see his silhouette thanks to some of the emergency lights. And I flex to the max, fighting the pain, blood gushing from the would on my shoulder but I fight it. Fighting the pain, and I finally managed to free myself from the ropes. Taking the tape from my mouth, I quickly turned towards Derek, and before he could get out from the driver’s seat, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my forearm against his throat, crushing his carotid artery as I try to pull him back. “You… are not going anywhere…” I say, my hot breath on his ear as I pull back hard. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH trying to choke him out before he can cause any havoc.

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: I hear the men starting to move, gearing up as they begin to pour out of the massive trailer. I turn to spring out, ready for mayhem when suddenly, Sébastien sprang on me from behind. How the FUCK did he get free? He gets me wrapped up in a tight choke, muttering some kind of heroic bullshit. My battle-trained instincts react without thought, my right hand shooting up, wedging in between your hard forearm and my thick, bull neck, easing the pressure on my carotid before I’m in danger. Then, I lean forward, and open the truck door. With a savage heave, I brace my boots on the rim of the door, and grab the frame, my hard hairy biceps rippling with power as I surge forward,leaping out of the cab, carrying this pathetic Canadian hero along with me. I flip in the air as I leap, so that Côté lands back first with a savage CRUNCHHHHHHHHH right into a pile of broken masonry and rubble from the savagely damaged building, with my 220 pounds of hard, hairy mercenary muscle landing right on top of him with brutalizing force.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: Just when I thought I had him, I felt his hand wedging up between my forearm and his neck. Shit… I can’t quite lock into the chokehold, fucking up my plan. Before I can react, I feel him lifting me upwards. I am forced to bend forward with the momentum, and next thing I know, I am being flipped through the air, my back landing hard against the pile of broken masonry. Pain shoots up my spine as I scream out in pain, crushed underneath his weight. No… you can’t let them win. You can’t Seb… UGHHHHHHHHHHH but I can’t get up. As soon as I tried, my back gave away. UGHHHHHHHHHHHH I have THE Derek Steel in front of me. The man I’ve been chasing for months, for years. I need to end his violent streak right here. I need to. I dig deep and swing my thick muscle legs up and wrap them around his head. His face against my crotch, and my sweat legs crush against the side and the back of his neck. The pain on my back is unbearable, but I am summoning what’s left in me, fighting the pain, wanting to end this bastard before, right here, right now. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: I twist rapidly in his grip as I feel his body spasm beneath the brutal crushing impact. FUCK YES. I heave up to my feet standing over him, but I’ll give the bastard this, he’s one tough mother fucker. He swings his legs up and catches them around my head in a figure four head scissor. His sweat soaked legs crush in on my head with brutal force. This Canadian bastard is really starting to piss me the fuck off. I see a few spots dance in front of my eyes, but I react quickly, stepping forward, and twisting, flipping this muscled JTF-2 commando over onto his front, wrapping my arms around his legs, under the knee, and dropping down onto his back, into an improvised, spine-cracking boston crab. I’ll break this mother fucker’s back like a twig.

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: I am determined to choke him out. My tree trunk legs fucking up his head, squeezing tight. I am not letting go until he is out. I am not letting go until Derek Steel is dead. I will fight through my last breath. Staring deep into his eyes. I am a trained soldier and it’s within my ability to kill someone like him, no matter how good he is. Sweat pouring down my body. Filled with adrenaline that I am fighting past the pain. But fuck, I feel my body being turned over. He is strong. He is really strong, using his arms to overpower my legs, grabbing from under my knee, and now I find myself on my stomach, my legs being pulled back, my spine stretching painfully back, and I can’t help but to scream in pain, my arms reaching back, trying to grab onto his body. Trying to push him out. I can hear the sickening sound my spine is making, the vertebrate on my lower back being compressed. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH...

12:11 AgentDerekSteel: My hard, hairy mercenary muscle flexes as I pry his legs open enough to ease the pressure on my neck. I grunt, in the combat zone, hearing gunshots around me as my crack troops begin their murdering spree. Every sense is heightened, and time slows. I’ve had enough of Côté’s attempts to be the fucking hero. I can feel him writhing in critical agony, hear him scream in brutal pain. I growl, clench my core, my abs tightening concrete hard, sending a surge of power through my body, every muscle flexes, veins and tendons popping into full definition as my surge of power fights to overcome the resistance of his sickly bent spine. As I pull back, it feels like I hit a hard stop… this Canadian commando’s spine won’t bend anymore… but then, with a sickening CRACKKKKKKKKKk, it does… breaking brutally. I let his legs drop limply to the floor, then turn just in time to catch sight of a uniformed guard running through the door. I whip my shotgun off my back, and pull the trigger, sending a shell right into his core, he is blasted backwards against the wall, dead. I scream out a series of orders, “GET THIS FUCKER in the truck!! YOU, ALPHA SQUAD GET INTO COVER AND PICK OFF THE GUARDS AS THEY RUSH IN. YOU, BETA SQUAD, GET OUT YOUR RPG’S AND BLAST A HOLE IN THAT WALL. LET’S MAKE OUR OWN ENTRANCE!”

09:08 Sébastien_Côté: The pain is incredible. I can hear every single cracking sound coming from my spine as Steel is forcing my spine further, and further back. I could hear the sound of gunfire all around us. Fuck, I can’t let them down. I have to escape somehow. I have to. Moaning, fighting back the tears as my body’s being stretched beyond its limits. Someone with my build is not supposed to stretch like this. And he is not letting up. He continues to pull back his arms crushing my knees. My body wouldn’t go back further, or so I thought. My feet are dangling just to the side of my ears. But suddenly, he manages to pull back further. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH this fucker breaking my back. My entire body was filled with paralyzing pain. I can’t move. I can’t make a sound. My legs drop to the floor, my eyes go empty. Somehow I am still conscious, but I can’t move. I lay there, my body twitching involuntarily. My face froze from the agony and horror that is having to hear Derek throw orders at his guys. I have lost the fight. But the battle has just begun.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: After we got out of the truck, Derek comes out, but interestingly, not alone. He is with a Canadion idiot that tries to choke him out.. The troops try to “save” Derek from Côté's grip, but I just stop everyone with my hand move. Oh come on… Derek is not going down that easily. Let him have some fun a little bit before our big adventure. And as always, Derek doesn’t let me down, he suddenly got the upperhand, putting that idiot shit in a boston crab. Wow… We all hear that sudden CRACK sound. Oops… That should have hurt, but I am glad Derek also took care of that idiot. Then, suddenly, he shoots another troop quickly, and gives orders to our squads. “YOU HEARD THE BOSS GUYS… MOVE ALONG… BETA SQUAD…” I take out my pistol finally, start taking cover for them while they do their job. Two more troops are getting outside, and I shoot one of them. The other one falls to his knees with pain, and I realize it was Liam who shot that person as well. I grin just for a moment, then another KABOOM, and the wall doesn’t resemble a wall anymore. I look at Derek and give him a wink, not sure if he saw that in this combat situation, then rushed inside. CSIS had a big building, and apparently, we just blasted a wall in the middle of a corridor. I gesture to four troops from Beta Squad to follow me, and I start heading towards the right side of the corridor, wondering who am I going to encounter deeper inside.

Published: 2021-05-15, viewed 23 times.