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THE IRISH WOLFHOUND - RISE TO POWER PART 1

The Next Day

12:22 Shamus: I get out of the car, looking over at Tommy, and swallow suddenly. I still feel in a haze from yesterday, dazed. Can’t get the feel of his dick in my arse in the pub out of my mind. He’s a fucking crazy bastard… and I know I’d take a bullet for him if it came to it. Never been so totally owned… and held … the way he did me. Fuck… I take my eyes off him, and with quick nods, I spread the other men following behind out to the left and right, to stand a hidden guard. It’s an old, rundown warehouse on the outskirts of Belfast. Falling down, dirty as shit. We use it to stash some of our contraband, it’s so deserted and in the middle of nowhere, but we haven’t used it for about a year, until just recently. And that’s when we spotted activity. Matt meeting with some other men. Luckily, they didn’t see my men. So they have no reason not to keep using this as a rendezvous point. I gesture for Tommy to follow me, and together I lead him to a ladder that takes us up the side of a pockmarked brick wall, to a fire escape balcony. From there, I carefully enter through a broken window onto a kind of ledge that runs around the perimeter of the old warehouse, filled with junk, broken cranes, piles of trash, litter, rusted iron girders. Then, I take out a pair of binoculars, and find the spot where Matt and his men met. The footprints can just be made out, as a streamer of sunlight from a nearby broken window illuminates the spot. I hand the binoculars over to Tommy, pointing out the spot where Matt and his men met.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I follow Shamus as we get out of the beat up Land Rover he and his guys bought me out here in, catching him glancing over and instinctively flexing my pecs under my black shirt (a gift from Boss) and then watch as he directs the men to fan out. A few of them glancing at me as they go and getting a few nods and wink from one of the bigger guys, a potential playmate for later maybe. Shamus then leads me up and around the fire escape of this old abandoned place that has definitely seen better days. Careful to avoid the bits of machinery, broken glass, fallen debris etc that litters the walkway I then slowly crouch down, making sure I am in the shadows of a large section of broken scaffold so as not to be noticed, and watch as my own new recruit pulls out some binoculars and after glancing through them he gestures down at a spot where a street exits into the open area in front of this warehouse. I take the binoculars from him and peer through, focusing them to my vision and taking a bead on the area. We wait for a while and talk softly as nothing happens at first. Then Shamus places his rough calloused hand on my shoulder and nods down. I quickly raise the glasses back up and spy through them. There, a figure detaches from the side of the building at the entrance to the area and heads quickly over toward the entrance of the place Shamus’ men have seen ole Buckles meeting with others. I take a longer look to get some details of the guy so I can recognise him at a later time if needed…….

10:34 CeannfortLiamKennedy: I had learned after my first interaction with Mike McKaine that being late was intolerable. The big man had reported me back to my superiors for being 90 seconds late to our first meeting a few months ago. Instantly I wanted to knock the American prick out when I heard that. But my bosses were told by their bosses who were told by their bosses that whatever McKaine wanted, he got. And what he wanted was organization and preparation, and that came with punctuality. The brash American CCS agent had commandeered my 12 man team which had been running point for the Irish Defense Force on anti-terrorist activity specifically focused on Syndicate in Northern Ireland. Syndicate was gathering - it was all over the internal wires. They were moving and planning, the chatter way above normal levels. Something was coming. As much as I didn’t like losing control to McKaine, we were still in this for the same reason - styming and thwarting these Syndicate bastards from disrupting the fragile democracy that we lived in.

11:15 CeannfortLiamKennedy: Belfast was my hometown - born and raised and I knew every little nook and cranny of it. This was an ideal place to set up shop - to plan for the Syndicate’s push and to cut their heads off when they decided to show themselves. This warehouse complex was for all intents and purposes, abandoned; unused and forgotten about like so much of the industry in this town over my 32 years of life. A perfect spot for us to operate out of and stay out of sight. I cut across the courtyard of dirt, glass, weeds and some concrete pavement in my green IDF issued military shirt, camo pants and black boots, enjoying the few rays of sunshine on the clear and surprisingly warm winter day. The shadows were already starting to get long as the days were short in Belfast at this time of year. I entered the building on the other side of the courtyard as McKaine sat at his desk, mulling over some plans in front of him.

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12:22 Shamus: I get a good look at the man as he approaches, then I swallow. It’s that fecking bastard of a fecking prick, Liam. I whisper to Tommy, “Tommy, that’s Liam, Liam Kennedy. He and I have had some run ins in the past. I hate that fucking walking dick price with an unholy fecking fury. He’s been a fucking thorn in me and my boy’s side for a long while. Had a few fights with him before, he’s a tough bastard, but we were always interrupted before I could fecking rip the bastard’s nuts off.”

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: “You’re late, Commandant,” he said without looking up from his papers.

11:10 CeannfortLiamKennedy: ‘And you’re still a cunt,’ I thought to myself, keeping my face as expressionless as possible.

11:15 CaptainMattMcKaine: “What’s your report?” He asked, business-like and still not looking up.

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: “A few key pieces of news, sir. But first, I ordered the men to take the night off. We’ve been holed up here for nearly two months now and most of them are not able to leave. They were getting stir crazy, sir. Forced to stay inside without proper living conditions, workout equipment and these god awful MREs. All of us are Belfast lads so we live locally. They wanted to see their families, sir. So I granted them a night off.”

10:20 CaptainMattMcKaine: My eyes narrowed as I lifted my head. I wasn’t happy about it but Kennedy was not wrong. We needed his men in the right mindset when the time would come. I gave a slight nod, acknowledging the information.

11:15 CeannfortLiamKennedy: “Second, and more to the point, preparation needs to start as Syndicate chatter is continuing to increase. Giving the boys this night will get their heads clear for what is imminently coming. Derek Steel is on the move. He’s been spotted returning to the UK sir. And perhaps more importantly, Shamus O’Malley was seen last night getting into a bar room brawl with some kid in his local watering hole. One of my moles who was at the bar doing recon said he challenged the kid, saying Steel wouldn’t, and I quote “send some kid whose fucking balls haven’t dropped yet.” Well needless to say, Shamus and this kid were seen leaving the bar about 90 minutes later, bruised and battered from a good little fight but also hand in hand. Whoever this kid is, we need to identify him.” I passed a picture over to McKaine of the young, thickly muscled kid taken by my informant just before the fight began.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I nod taking in all of this information, rubbing my chin. A classic Steel protege. Something was definitely upcoming. Grudgingly, the decision to let the men have a last night off probably was a good one. “Anything else?” I asked. The commandant shook his head. “Very well. When the men are back tomorrow, we’re going to do a sweep and root out this new player. But for now, you are dismissed. No leave for you however, someone has to hold down the fort. I have dinner with the Director of Military Intelligence tonight. Will be back by 2300”

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: I had expected as much. Taking one for my men and staying back on base was no big thing for me. I didn’t have anyone to go home to whereas most of them did. I gave another nod and walked out back across the courtyard from where I came and back into the building, the sun’s shadows that much longer across the courtyard as I thought about the amazing MRE meal I had ahead of me.

12:22 Shamus: As I watch Matt and Liam split up, my eyes narrow. I check in with my men over my radio, and they all report they have seen no guards. We were in luck. Steel’s new boy.., man was our lucky charm. I look over at him, and feel a surge of loyalty burning in my nuts, a feeling I never though another man could make me experience. Fuck… what had Steel’s new man done to me? Even right now, I wanted to drop to my knees and worship his dick. I swallowed, controlled by horny fucking balls, and gave Tommy the news that there were no guards. I have him follow me, and lead him to the back of the warehouse. “Good luck sir..” I tell him, before I leave.

10:44 AgentTomDavis: After Shamus escorts me to a small locked door in the back of the sprawling warehouse and wishes me luck, I do a final check on my gear (stashed in various pockets) and quietly get to work picking the padlock securing a large metal bar across it. It doesn’t take me long, I may have large hands but these fingers can work magic. I take a long look around and slowly lift the heavy iron bar out and lay it up against the base of the wall. I pull out a small tube of grease and apply it to the hinges to prevent noise and slowly, quietly slip into the complex.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: The interior of the warehouse is dark, lights in the rooms leading off of the gantry on the higher levels provide enough light to see by and I creep between boxes of equipment, the hard rubber soles on my boots aiding in my stealth. Black camouflage trousers, pockets containing some surprises, and a tight black leather vest over the patented black triweave t-shirt that Boss gave me help with my efforts to blend into the shadows. My face is covered in slashes of black camo paint. In one of the rooms I hear the sounds of a television show and assume that this Liam guy is taking some down time. Shamus’ men are correct so far in that I see no guards patrolling, no torch beams to hide from and I start to feel a tension creep into the back of my neck. Is this too easy?

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I stop in my infiltration of the base to have a look at the boxes that are piled high. I head over to one set on the ground and stealthily open the lid and peek inside. The light is dim so I risk pulling out the pencil torch I have in one of the pockets of my vest and quickly flash it into the box, making sure that the light doesn't travel far. For a government run task force the CCS seems to have a lot of firepower stashed here if this one crate is anything to go by. Assault rifles, with high power scopes and various other weaponry. And there are tons of boxes. They are not fooling around. I shake myself “Not the mission here, need to find the data on their agents and get the fuck out” I think to myself. Shamus has not been inside nor had any of his men so I am drawing a blank and the longer I search, the more chance I have of one of the men, or even Buckles himself, coming back and discovering me. I have only one option…..

11:21 AgentTomDavis: I head to the sound of the TV and slowly climb the steps leading up onto the gantry that goes around the 1st floor of the entire space here. I take my time not letting my steps make a sound on the steel steps. Slowly, making my way around the steel mesh walkway to the room I hear the sounds coming from. Taking a moment when I come to each door to check that no-one else is in the rooms. Most of them seem to be bedrooms, a kitchen, etc. I come to the entrance to where the sound is coming from and slowly turn the handle on the door and start to head into the room….

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: “Fuckin Scotland, since when did they get decent in Rugby,” I grumble as I watch the highlights from the Six Nations contest that had taken place earlier in the day. “Fuckin twats,” The couch in the middle of the activity room had been comfortable but I sat up and focused on the MRE infront of me, looking at it with disgust. The large television against the wall lit the space up - with the boys gone, the place was quiet as the television cast long shadows against the walls, the snooker table strewn with balls and the foosball table. I dropped the MRE and unlaced my boots. ‘Looks like a little Netflix and chill for me tonight,'' I thought to myself as I shoved the boots away and started surfing through the menus. ‘Predator, now I haven't seen that in quite a while,’ I thought, pressing play and taking a swig of the beer that I had poured before returning to the MRE package, tearing at it and sitting back on the couch.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I slowly push the door open as I hear a thick Irish accent grumbling about rugby, “Damn” I think to myself. I am missing the game, but some things are too important. I take a quick look at the score and grin as Scotland are trouncing the paddies and then I get low and slowly creep up behind my prey so my silhouette is not reflected on the screen.. FUCK his shoulders look even bigger close up, my combats get a little tighter as I try not to think of the things I could do to him. As I get close behind the sofa he is sitting on. I can smell the MRE he is eating and my stomach churns, never did get used to eating that shite. I pull a cord out of my vest, purpose built for strangulation and get it with the ends gripped tight in each hand, and then surge up and bring my hands over his head and draw the cord across his neck and pull this man up and back. As I do I say “Your team is fucked mate, just like you will be unless you answer some questions!”

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: I sit back and take some of the food, moving it toward my mouth as the Netflix screen fades to black from the title entry screen. In that split second, the reflection and light level changes and I see in the television something behind me. A cord comes across my front, biting into my wrist as I drop the food in my hand, not really wanting it anyway. It cuts hard into my wrist, marking it red as I hear this voice behind me, not sure who it is but not caring right now. I slide down the sofa, my wrist getting cut slightly in the process but protecting my throat from what would have been a devastating attack. I look up and see a child’s face I don’t recognize. “What the….” i gasp as his corded hand hits the back of the sofa. I slide off the front side of the couch, creating some separation with it and then swiftly getting up to my feet, kicking the cheap wood table with the MRE on it to the side. The screen lights up with the intro to Predator as i turn to see who the fuck this is, the screen lighting his face up. This chav walked into the wrong place, looking for some money or some shit. All the lads being gone, perfect timing. “Look laddy, just get out of here and we’ll forget this happened,” I growl, rubbing my wrist and circling the sofa, using it as a buffer between us. Only then do I notice that he’s not dressed for a football match. He’s in military grade gear. My eyes narrow. “Wait, who the fuck are you?”

10:21 AgentTomDavis: As I pull the cord tight I realise that the fucker had his hand in the way and as you slide away, blood dripping from the cut on your wrist, I slam my balled fist into the back of the sofa you were on. I quickly stuff the cord in my pocket as you turn after kicking the table over in your efforts to scramble and face me. Grin as you don't recognise me and ask who I am. “Who I am isn't important LADDY” I mock your accent as I say it “What is important is that you need to answer some questions or what happened to your team in the game, will be nothing to what I will do. Now sit down, and answer these questions or I will find the answers myself”
Looking at this fucker as the movie starts in the background, the light and shadow playing on his face. The size of his shoulders and that chest has me thinking. Then I snap my focus back as I move slowly round the sofa, arms half raised. As I get to the edge of the sofa I step, suddenly quick, and kick out at your left leg with my boot and as I land from the kick try to reach out and grab your arm and neck and pull you into me. Needing to incapacitate this guy and get my answers and would prefer him alive as a captive…..

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: This boy mocks my accent and my blood starts to boil, claiming I better answer his questions, or else! Fuck that noise. He had a man’s body no doubt, slightly bigger than my own and even some of the lads in my command had shown that you can look young but be tough. We’d find out what this twat was. “Come on then cunt, let’s see what you got!” And you’re already bringing it, stepping around the sofa and bringing your left leg up. Your kick comes out and pounds into my left leg, the heavy toe of your boot digging in and folding it sideways a bit, forcing me to stagger. That boot and this attire makes it clear you’re no common thug. The kick makes pulling me into you easier but as you grab for my arm, I lock my legs and twist my hips into you, tightening my biceps and pulling my upper body down, looking to toss you to the side and over the wood table that I had kicked out of the way.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I step in and feel my boot sink into your leg and as you stagger and I pull you in, you drop and go for the hip toss. I thank all the training that I got from Steel and others in my ground game at this point. I feel you dropping and going for the toss and as you do so I drop myself down, release your arm and then wrap mine around your waist. I bunch the muscles in my legs and use the power I have trained them for to come up and lift you by the waist and then drop back to slam your back and shoulders into the ground behind us. I feel the floor shake a little and remember that we are on the 1st floor but dismiss that as I hold on and attempt to roll us over so I can take your back. As we struggle I call out “Come on now, don't make this any harder than it has to be. Just stop fighting and tell me what I need. I don't want to hurt you too much bruv”

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: I position myself well for the hip toss but as I execute it, this fucking kid uses the momentum just enough as he releases my arm and grabs my waist. I feel those thick biceps wrap up around me and before i know it, i’m losing my center of gravity, leaving my feet and being turns in mid air, slammed down onto the hard concrete floor. The impact shudders through my body, keeping my head up to prevent getting seriously fucked up. As you roll us over, I hear your snide remarks and it fuels me that much more. Whoever this guy was, he was the one who would be answering questions! I bring my leg up and push off the sofa, accelerating your attempt to roll us, our broad chests spread out on top of each other as I look to take the top position away before you can get it, bringing my right arm up toward your eye, looking to drive my thumb into it to distract and blind you some.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: Damn this fucker is squirmy for a guy with his build. He flips us over and helps me get on top but then as I drive up to get into mount or guard the fucker tries to ram his thumb up into my eye. I see it coming in time and pull back and roll off the fucker as I realise that I lost the chance to get a good position. Roll to the side and up quickly and it dawns on me that this big guy isn't going to give me shit. I have given him chances now to stop and give up and tell me what I want and he keeps fighting. I take a leaf out of the Syndicate play book and decide right there and then that if I can't get the info I need from him, that he is too dangerous as he has seen my face and he needs to be stopped. It would be a damn shame to put this big piece of beef out of the game but needs must (a saying I picked up from the man himself, my Boss). I crack my neck as I bring up my guard and spit to the side. “Given you the chance paddy boy. No more chances”

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: I waste no time as this English boycunt, clearly from Manchester or somewhere thereabouts, continues to talk shit. He is insanely agile for nearly 220lbs as he cracks his neck after rolling up to his feet, thwarting my jab for his eyes. “Steel’s bitch boy, is it?” I growl out, guessing at who this is but after all the intel I got from the bar and the way in which this man was prepared, it was unlikely to be anyone else. I shift and get my legs under me, pressing down on the floor with my blood smeared hand as I power upward toward him, looking to spear my shoulder straight into his abs and try to drive him straight into the brick wall of the abandoned warehouse that is right behind him.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I grin as this big, powerful fella calls out trying to get me to acknowledge my identity. I circle out, being careful where to plant my feet and watching him closely. Shit he is good though as he pushes up and in the same motion gets his feet under him and is charging me. I plant my feet and tense my core as moving out of the way at this close distance is out of the question with his speed. I take the shoulder into my abs, glad that Steel had me train them so hard, but still grunt and double slightly with the force and size behind it. I use the power in my legs to slow him down enough that, while I am pushed back into the wall, the impact is lessened. As he pushes I wrap my arm around his neck and get him into a side headlock. After hitting the wall I lift my free arm and slam the elbow down into the base of his neck and crank on the pressure to the guys neck and lift up to try and get a choke going

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: It feels good to finally hit this motherfucker, my shoulder slamming into his abs as i drive him back toward the wall, feeling the resistance but also the thud as he hits it. Clearly I’m right about who this guy is, he is all quiet now except for that grunt. His strong arm comes down to try and wrap around my neck but i bring my arm up and get in the way, making him struggle with the choke. But then i feel the hot pain slam into my neck, the elbow pounding down at the base of my neck. I grunt out and fall down to a knee, his arm unable to secure the choke as my body weight and falling closer to the ground pulls his arm away. I pull back just enough to get an angle in front of him and driving an open palmed fist straight up between his legs, looking to remind him that this isn’t an MMA fight with rules. Let’s see how Steel’s lackey handles war!

10:21 AgentTomDavis: This fucker keeps my choke attempt at bay with his quick thinking and I realise he isn't just going to go down and I grin. This is what I wanted, hard battles against real tough men. And this is what all the training has been for. Elbow sinks in nicely but drives him out of my grasp and then my mouth opens and I gasp out as the dirty cunt drives his palm into my lowhangers and I drop down to my knees, pads built into the combats protecting my knees as one hand grabs my balls and look across at the guy in front of me…..no not a guy, the enemy! I spit into his grinning smug face. “You Bastard!” Groaning as I kneel. Put one arm on the ground and take a breath but as it connects with the ground I swing it up and aim the back of my fist and knuckles at the underside of his chin. He wants a war, he fucking gets one!

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: I feel this Steel lackey’s arm weaken and drop away as my palm pounds up into his man region, seeing the pain on his face as I turn toward him. He hits the ground as we are both down on our knees, turning toward him he sends a wild backfist up toward my jaw that clips my chin, not a full impact blow thank goodness but still snapping my head up and to the side a bit. My cock flexes against my camo pants, feeling the lust and desire of war radiating through my body. I keep my balance on my knees and reach out for his head with my left hand to try and grab his hair to pull his head a bit more toward my right fist as it arcs toward his head, an uppercut aimed right under his chin.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I feel my knuckles clip the fucker's chin and catch a look of something across his face as his heads snaps. I use the second to adjust my nuts again and push the pain down further and then I feel his hand on my head trying to latch onto my hair. I snap my arm up to push it away as I snap my head back. I feel a small tear as some hair is pulled loose and then my own head snaps as his fist clips my chin. I fall back onto my arse, glad of a small hair clump being ripped free as that uppercut could have fucked me up. Rub my chin as I lean against the back of the couch and then push up with my right arm and kick my right leg up and around at his head as I use the momentum to roll and then get to my feet.

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: I pull some hair out of this kid’s head but my fist clips him as a result, sending him backward onto his ass. This fuck is mine I think to myself as i move toward him but then his leg comes up toward my head and it pounds straight into it, snapping it back brutally and busting my nose as blood spatters from it and onto the floor. I am thrown backward and away from him, rolling to the side, gripping my face, as the pain radiates through my head. ‘Motherfucker,’ i say, spitting out a tooth, that combat boot landing perfectly to do maximum damage. I work my way slowly to my hands and knees next to the snooker table, using it to help me start to get back up, turning to see where this cocksucker is at.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: As I kick and roll I feel my boot connect and I plant my left boot with the momentum from the spin aids in me getting to my feet. I finished the turn to face where the CSS lackey was and steady myself. I look and see him using the snooker table to get up and see the blood dripping from his mouth and nose. My semi turgid manhood fills with more blood and heat at the sight and I adjust it, and give it a rub for the pain, as I advance on this muscled enemy as he rises to continue the battle. I reach forward as I get behind him, marvelling at the size of his broad back and shoulders, and grab his hair and quickly push down to try and slam his face into the edge of the table to do even more damage to his handsome mug.

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: I know I don’t have a lot of time, hearing him stalk and catching him out of the corner of my eye. He grabs my hair as I almost expect him to do after what I did to his and as he lifts my head up and then slams it down, I slide my arm in front of it dulling the blow almost entirely as the sharp corner of the table presses into my arm instead. I twist at my hips and lift my other arm, looking to drive an elbow up into his ribcage, his strong hand in my hair still as I try to knock him back and then push off the table, trying to get to my feet and turn toward him.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: As I slam the brawny fucks head down towards the edge of the snooker table, I see his arm come up to dull the impact. I grimace, as with each passing second it dawns that he is a lot more skilled than I would credit a grunt. Holding him by the hair I see the twist and adjust my stance slightly, stepping back a pace. Steel’s training kicks in as I grab my opponent's tricep to halt, or at least slow the elbow, then I quickly slide my hand down to his wrist and yank it back to try and force it behind his back in a hammer lock. Slight grin on my face as this combat is what I live for.

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: This muscled boy wonder grabs my arm as i look to pound it into him, neutralizing it with the leverage and height he has. Then he turns hard and slides it back behind my back, bending it uncomfortably in the wrong direction as i grimace in pain, letting out an “Argghh, FUCK!”. The ligaments and tendons in my shoulder and arm pull hard as I try to twist my upper body with the hammer lock to reduce the pain and try to break out of the hold.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I manage to get the hammer lock in place and the yell from this big fuckers mouth makes me stiffen even more in my combats. I press forward into his back to hold the lock in place as he twists to try and get free. My other arm pulls back and slugs a hard shot into his kidney and then snakes up and around his neck. I put the blade of my forearm against his carotid artery and windpipe and started to apply pressure. Pulling his head back “We could have forgone this. You could have talked and I wouldn't have had to do this.” I say in a gravelly voice filled with lust as well as a small bit of regret. My turgid meat pressed into the beast's back as I struggle to hold him in place.

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: ‘Motherfucker,’ i growl, thinking this Steel lackey has got me in trouble. I don’t realize how bad it is as he pounds a punch straight into my kidney, bending me more as he hooks my neck and puts pressure on me. His thick muscle envelops my own as my arm flails trying to reach him but unable to do so as he taunts me, feeling his meat pressing into my back. ‘Fuck you, boy,” i growl back, slowly fading as you keep amping up the pressure on my neck, my cock leaking some pre into my camo pants as the scenes from Predator still flash in the background. I grope for the top of the snooker table, feeling the cue up against the bumper as my hand wraps around it, starting to feel nauseous from the choke. I grab the base of it and bring my other arm back, trying to jam the end of the cue into this fucker’s ribs in a last ditch attempt to stay in this.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: My smile is huge as I start to leak into the combats, feeling this lackey of my enemies (and thus my enemy) getting weaker in my grasp. His struggles just make me salivate a little into his ear as I flick my tongue into it, teasing this hot piece of ass. He spouts insults and I chuckle deeply, breathing my hot air past his earlobe and I let the heat, the feel of his back pressing into my aroused self, the feel of his power trapped in my own, distract me. Enough that I don't register his fumbling for something to work his way back into the fight. “UNNGHH” I grunt as the blunt end of the cue slams into the space between 2 ribs and causes me to relax my grip on his arm slightly. Then again and I release his neck and arm both and back off, grasping my side and gasping for air. The fucker escaped my clutches and I backed off, Keeping my guard up but breathing heavy and checking my ribs for breaks. Doesnt feel broken but I am going to be bruised like a fucking peach. I reach into my pocket quickly and pull out a small hand held object and then snap out the extending baton…….Fine, if he is using weapons then so shall I!!

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: I feel the cue work its way into the target, the butt of it stabbing this hot muscled kid once, then twice. I feel his grip weaken on me and am able to pry loose, his choke nearly doing me in as he backs off. I turn around to face him, keeping the long snooker cue in my hand, adjusting it so the opposite, thin end is in my hand as I swing the fat base hard and fast toward this Syndicate motherfucker’s kneecap, looking to create more separation so that I can get to my feet. I see him brandishing the shorter baton, black and shiny in the low light flickering from the television as I step into him again and take a baseball-like grip and swing toward his head, growling out with rage.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: Damn this fucker. I had him and now I am backpedaling as he swings the cue at my knee. I twist and step back but the long reach of the cue snaps it into my knee. I grunt out loudly, but internally thank Steel for his trademark gear as the pads built into the knees of these combats take the brunt of the blow. It still stings like a bitch and drops me to one knee with the force behind the swing and the ache spreads. Once again fortune favours me as this lackey of the CSS swings hard as he steps at me and the cue through the space where my head was. As this fucker gets closer I snap the baton at the side of his knee to let him know how it feels and then aim it at the wrist holding the cue in an effort to disarm him. I need to get back on top of this fucker and fast…..who knows when the others will come back.

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: The baton slams into the side of my knee as the gap between us is closed. My knee caves in and I fall to the ground one knee in front of Steel’s puppet boy. I bring my arm up as I see the baton coming at me again, unsure if he’s looking at my face but in fact he goes for the wrist, the cue flying out of my hand as I grimace in pain. I bring my upper body around and with my right hand go for a hook to your left eye, then follow through by trying to tackle you to the ground, trying to put you back onto your ass and then I can worry about disarming you.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: The CCS pawn drops to his knees and then releases the cue as my baton slams into his knee and then his wrist and the look of pain and frustration is fantastic. Then he slugs his fist into my face and lunges into me to drag me down. My head snaps to the side and blood sprays from a cut above my eye. My body twisting with the force as he slams into me. I fall back under the onslaught and use the momentum of my body as he latches onto me, and twists in the air so that we land on our sides. I get my knee up and slam it up towards his crotch hoping to return the favour from before, as I struggle to get my arm free so that I can pound him into the wooden floor with the baton. The sounds of the Predator hunting and the lights of the TV flickering form a weird backdrop to the combat happening.

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: I see the blood spatter from this kid and it motivates me as we fall onto our sides. Fuck he is a tough little prick but I will have…. “Aarrrrrgghhh” i scream out, my face contorting in pain as the knee slams up into my manhood, pain coursing through my core as i feel nausea overwhelm me for a few precious seconds, allowing you to get your arm free. My body starts to turn onto my back as you get your arm free, groping for the baton and slamming it into my face. Blood explodes from my nose as it breaks audibly as I shout out again, reaching up for my face to cover it, feeling the blood as I try to roll away slowly under the snooker table, breathing heavily.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: Seeing this fucker's face contort in pain from the knee to his nads and the broken nose has me grinning as blood leaks down my face from the cut over my eye. As he tries to roll away under the slight protection of the snooker table I reach out and grab him and pull him back into me. I roll back as I pull him in and roll him on top of me, his back to me and my rigid meat presses into his firm encased arse cheeks, and snake my left arm around his neck. I toss the baton aside so I can use that arm to add to the pressure as I try to get him locked up. My legs trying to clamp around his core so I can control him.

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: I feel my body dragged back across the floor, unable to escape as I am rolled over on top of this kid, feeling meat press into my ass as I try to flex against him but the power isn’t there to stop it. Slowly his legs wrap around my body, clamping my core down. He brings his arm around my neck as I bring my left and right arm up to grab his, pulling outward to prevent the choke from cutting off my air, even if it takes both of my arms. I bring my head toward my chin where his arm is trying to latch on and then send it backward, hoping to catch you in the face with the back of my head.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: My legs clamp down around my opponents core and suddenly my arms are grabbed, being pulled away from latching onto this fuckers neck. I strain against his power, neither gaining much ground and then my head is slammed back into the wooden floor as the back of his head slams into my cheek. White spots lace across my vision briefly and my arms are pulled aside. Legs remain tightly clenched around his core, trying to crush the breath from him as I, once again, begin straining against his arms to try and choke the life from him. The power play between us causing my already painfully hard member to leak and hump into his cloth covered ass.

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: I pull his arm slowly away from my neck as I feel his cock rock hard against my ass, the incentive that much higher to get off of him. The back of my head hits his cheek and I smirk, knowing that had to smart the little cunt. His legs continued to suffocate me though, wearing me down. But then a renewed attempt to choke me is underway, my grip slipping off his arm as it slides back into place, in better position now than he was before. The pressure on my neck is ratcheted up as my back arches a little, my face starting to turn a shade of red reserved for being knocked the fuck out. I abandon trying to pull his arm off, panicking a bit, reaching back and trying to get my hands in his face, feeling for his eyes, trying to stick a finger into them, conscious that my air supply is dwindling.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I feel him starting to weaken as my cheek throbs in pain from the back of his head. Good too as this fight is wearing me down. All the training helps but the adrenaline pumping through me is taking its toll. My arm suddenly free of his grasp and I snap it into place and haul back to cut off his air. Growling into his ear as his hands reach back towards my face. His fingers rake at my eyes and I move my head back but 2 of his nails scrape lines across my cheek drawing fresh blood. My free arm grabs one of his to stop the onslaught and I keep the pressure up on his neck, he has to go out soon. I grunt loudly as I amp up the pressure from my legs, burning energy but have to end this soon. Still have to find some info before the others come back. This fucker is taking time I don't necessarily have.

10:21 CeannfortLiamKennedy: My hand slaps at this fuckin kid’s face but he keeps the hold on my neck, feeling the last bits of air continue to drain from my system. I start to get a bit dizzy, my face turning significantly more red as my hand stops being effective against his face, the muscles in my body starting to relax as his grip swarms and smothers me, his hard legs wrapped around me like a python, ‘this fuckin…..kid…..’ And then all went dark.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: Finally I feel this muscled lackey go limp in my grasp. As he mutters something I hold my forearm tight across his throat for a few seconds more and then slowly release a little to see if he tries anything. When there is no movement I release him fully and roll him to the side. I need to look for info on where they are storing the "black book" database but something sparks within me and I feel the need to send a message. I pull a set of plastic ties from my pocket and wrap them around his wrists and then one around his ankles and pull them tight. I grab a pair of old socks I see next to the sofa and stuff them into his mouth. Damn this fucker is hot but I can't enjoy him just yet. I haul him up onto the sofa and prop him up and then head through the adjoining door and find myself in a small corridor. I head down it slowly, back into stealth mode.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: As I creep down this small corridor I hear a subtle whirring coming from the room ahead. I drop low and almost crawl down the last few feet until I am at the door. I listen carefully, waiting long seconds but hearing no voices, breathing or other sounds, just the low whir. I slowly get up to peer in through the glass and see an office. Neat, almost too neat and recall in the file that Buckles was always open to reprimand his subordinates for being untidy, an almost obsessive clean freak. I open the door and slowly step over the threshold, testing for trick floor boards, wires, anything that could trigger an alarm. Nothing!! Is this man that confident? I head over to the desk and check it over. Again no pressure plates, triggers or anything. I then see the source of the noise as I move the mouse on the desk and an old tower unit starts to hum louder as the screen lights up. No security and old systems…….wow.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I spend a few moments checking the desktop on the screen for anything of use and then I find a file with just BB.data under it. As soon as I try it, a password screen pops up. Thank goodness for the tech guys in the Syndicate. I plug in the decryption software stored on a small USB stick and let it work. It doesn’t take long and then data scrolls onto the screen. Not the database itself, but 4 locations and names of the safe houses they contain. It must be in one of those. A grin plasters my face as I am closer to the file and succeeding in my first mission. I download the data to the USB and make sure to put the PC back into sleep mode. I head out to check on my captive back in the lounge and find him awake. The movie is still playing as Arnie cakes himself in mud behind me as I stand looking down at this enemy hunk. Wondering what to do….

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I make a choice as I stand and look down at this hunk of a man that hurt me a little before I took him out. Watching as he stirs and struggles against the cords around his wrists and ankles and tries to speak through the sock shoved and tied into his mouth. “Well look at you boi, aint you a pretty sight. I have decided that I am going to take you back for the boys to play with. I will indulge too, but I got bigger beef I wanna take down and use first….Your boss Matt.” As his face contorts and he tries to speak, I lash out with a heavy kick to his temple. Steel toed boots and force make for an easy knockout. I kneel down and cop a quick feel…...Mmm yes the lads are gonna love this, and then I reach under his shoulder and heave him across mine like a sack of potatoes. I quickly retrace my steps out of this place, hoping that the guards don’t return while I am encumbered. Luck is with me as I slip quietly through the door and press myself up against the wall. Slowly scan the perimeter and then dash across the yard to where Shamus should be waiting.

12:22 Shamus: As I’m waiting in the shadows, I see an incredible sight, one to make my dick stand to full attention. There, lumbering across the yard was Tommy, and on his back was that mother fucking cunt of a fecking pig, Liam. I looked at Tommy with even deeper awe. I’d been trying to take that bastard down for fucking years, and he comes in and fucks him over like it was easy work. He was a bit scraped and cut, but overall he looked freaking awesome. My stomach churned as once more I was reminded just how powerful Steel’s agent was. What a man. What a fucking magnificent man. I swallowed hard, speaking up, “Sir… still no sign of any guards, but you never know when those bastards will be back.” Then, to Liam, I snarl, “Got you now, you fecking turd.” I don’t care if he’s knocked out cold and can’t hear me. “Did you find anything useful, sir?”

10:21 AgentTomDavis: Not gonna lie, when I see Shamus waiting for me, my dick does go right back to full mast and I might strut a little as I head over to him. Carrying this man I know he wanted to take down like a sack of wheat. The respect, and more I think, in his eyes has me leaking and in need of a plumber. See him looking at the prone form, and I reach over and pull him into me for a quick hard kiss, my tongue probing deep and then pull back and let him give his report. Listen to him as he mocks Liam and then I grin wider. I reach into my side pocket, adjusting the weight on my shoulder and “accidentally” hitting his head against the nearby dumpster as I do. I show Shamus, hmmmmm might have to think of a puppy name if he is going to keep staring at me with those wide eyes, the USB drive. “4 locations here that are safe houses. I think they are moving the Black Book between them to try and throw us off. You know what you do there pup.” I throw the last bit in to see how he reacts.

12:22 Shamus: My knees go all fucking wobbly when Tommy kisses me. Damn… he’s bitched me hard. He fucking beat my ass, could have killed me, but instead he treats me like this. I swallow, what a man. I chuckle as he bounces Liam around, and I can’t keep my eyes off him. I look at the small USB stick, and listen. I start leading us back to our car as I reply, nodding. Yeah, I know what to do. “Yes sir, I’ll give the orders at once. I’ll have our men tail that fecking CCS bastard. If he goes to any of those four locations, then that’s probably the one we want.” We reach the car, and get inside. I watch as Tommy deals with Liam, and I immediately get on my phone and snap out orders to have Matt watched and followed.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: Seems like I have definitely made this man mine. Seeing him almost buckle as I kiss him and then almost bounce to obey and make me happy. I heave Liam into the back of the car and make sure to knock his head against the door to keep him unconscious and also just to see the sheer pleasure light up Shamus’s face where I do. Shamus drives us back to base after he issues the orders over the secure radio network to watch the 4 locations for signs of “Buckles”. Almost makes me laugh loudly as I hear him use that name to the guys. Damn loyal lot these Irish lads are. Tough as fucking nails too. Feels good to be in charge like this. Having proper lads drop what they are doing and follow my commands. So this must be how Derek feels…….I could get used to this. Then we roll into the base and I carry Liam in and gather the men. I dump him at their feet and see him start to regain consciousness. “Well lads, I hear that this son of a bitch has been giving you trouble. How about you pay the cunt back with some much needed pain. I want each of you to have a turn, and see what info you can get out of him if you can. Enjoy men.” And with that I grab Shamus and head into a back room to wait for some info.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I swear, having to suck up to these Paddy politicians is the least favorite part of my job. Finally, the dinner ended, and having successfully cemented relations between the CCS and the Northern Ireland government, I returned back to the warehouse. But when I arrived, Liam, who should have been on duty, was nowhere to be found. Well fuck this shit. Once again I asked myself the question… why the fuck was I here in Paddy land instead of back on the ranch in Texas? My horses never gave me so much trouble as these thick-headed Paddy bastards.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: And with a sigh, of course I knew the answer. Duty. My family had a long history of proud military service, and it was my duty to follow in their footsteps. I served with pride and distinction. My skills and my talents had led me to the CCS, and then here to Northern Ireland. As a former Army Ranger, my talents as a Commando, including hand-to-hand combat, weapons handling, explosives, infiltration, and covert ops were among the best in all of the CCS. I kept my body hard, strong, and in top form, training regularly, ready for action at a moment’s notice, despite my leadership position. My specialty was setting up covert networks, and that was my mission here in Northern Ireland. Despite the incompetence of these Paddy fuckwits, I was nearly complete. Already, the network I had set up was feeding us valuable intel on the local Syndicate establishment, headed by Shamus. Soon, we’d have the intel we needed to make our play, and smash these fuckers trying to destabilize Northern Ireland.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: But right now, I needed to find Liam. Where the fuck was he? I search the warehouse, and find signs of a fight near the lounge. The television is still on, playing some stupid info mercial. My eyes narrowed. What the fuck? We needed Liam back. He was too valuable. I needed to rouse the boys. I made some calls, and started pulling our local forces back from their nights off. Then, I left. I needed to get back to my HQ. The disappearance of Liam changed everything. We might have to move up our strike much sooner. Could Steel’s agent have been responsible for this? Why the fuck couldn’t I have brought a full CCS team with me? Goddamned politics. I left the warehouse, checking cautiously to ensure I wasn’t being trailed. But Shamus’s lads had a lot of experience at tracking and tailing. They worked as a collective, not an individual, bringing in their whole families, wives, kids, all of them looking unobtrusive, but each one catching sight of the belt-buckle wearing Cowboy as he made his way to the safe house serving as his HQ.

12:22 Shamus: I’m waiting in the back room as Tommy enters. And I look at him, my eyes taking in his bulk again. Fuck… FUCK… Just a few days ago I was the top dog around here, Until Steel’s man came along and taught me differently. And now, I feel this bond, this connection, this fucking desire to drop down on my knees and worship him… He fucked me… fucked me hard, and completely. I’d do anything for this man now, I’d take a bullet for him, do anything he tells me to. Damn. Suddenly, my radio chatters, and I pick it up, I listen, and nod, “Sir, my lads have spotted Matt on the move, they’ve tracked him down to one of those safehouses you discovered.”

10:21 AgentTomDavis: After enjoying some time with Shamus, I had already started thinking of him as my pitbull, big, rough looking and yet when properly tamed and taught, loyal and fiercely so to the trainer. He was always watching me, those big blue gorgeous eyes. And the things he could do with his tongue…...Well. I head back into the room we had made a sweaty mess of, after needing a pidd, and he has this shit eating grin as he puts the radio down. He tells me and I feel fucking great. Already! Fuck these Irish lads knew how to watch their turf. That is the reason we have a base here not elsewhere. These lads look after their own, and I hoped I was becoming one of them. I pull the man in for a deep hard kiss, holding him close and smelling the fresh sweat and testosterone from him. Looking him in the eyes I grin. “Well then Shamus, lets go tame us a fucking wannabe cowboy. What is that saying, save a horse, ride a cowboy? Well I will ride this motherfuckers arse hard and get what I want from him. And damn if I am not gonna take his buckle as a prize! Get some men together for a perimeter guard and show me where.”

12:22 Shamus: I can’t help but grin like a fecking teenager as Tommy pulls me in for a kiss. DAMN, he tastes good. Never thought kissing a man could ever be this good. His arms held me tight, and that felt good too. I grin up at him, as he brags like a cocky son of a bitch. Damn, he might be a cocky bastard, but he could back up his words. He’d proven it to me, right enough. I stood up, “Yes sir, let’s go lasso that Cowboy.” I leave the room, and get everything arranged, gather together my best lads, and put the posse together. We all head out. It doesn’t take long to reach a safe distance from the safehouse that Matt headed into. The cars stop, and my lads stream out, arranging themselves to surround the safe house. My lads call back and point out the locations of the men they’ve spotted guarding the safehouse. But my lads and I know this part of the city well. It turns out there is a sewer that runs beneath the old factory that the CCS had claimed for their safehouse. I spoke up to Tommy, pulling up a map on my phone, “Look here sir, there is a manhole here on this street, to give you access to this sewer. The sewer runs under the factory, and there is a maintenance hatch leading into a basement beneath the factory. When it was abandoned, me and the lads would head there for some private parties. We had some fecking smashing booze ups there back in the day. Once you are in the basement, it should be no problem to make it up to the main factory and have a poke about for Buckle man.”

10:21 AgentTomDavis: As Shamus gets the boys ready for the mission I stay in the room and pull out my bag from under the bed. I check the equipment in there and nod as I then head to get a quick shower and wash the sex off of me ready for the main part of my mission. I lather up in the shower and cant help but get stiff once more as I think about Shamus’s arse round my shaft and how tight he was…...Shudder…..and then I think ahead to the mission and I grin as my hand massages my own balls at the thought of facing off against an agent of the CCS like “Buckles”. I have trained for this, this is why Steel sent me here, to test myself and my training against an agent who would try and kill me, and just might if I was not careful. “I WILL make you proud Boss Steel” I say to the air as I stroke out a quick, grunting load and then rinse off. I slip into my combat gear then, the camo trousers, the patented “Derek Steel” mesh t-shirt, bullet proof vest and combat boots. Adding to this are my 6” serrated blade, and a small handgun with a silencer. I add a few extra toys to the mix in various pockets on my vest and trousers. Then I take a hard, long breath and turn as I hear Shamus calling for the cars and head out.

Published: 2021-07-08, viewed 38 times.