Agents Universe

===January 4th, 2017 13:54===

12:26 Axel_Mathers: Today is a good day. Today is the day I meet the new recruits and show them why they will fear Axel’s sessions. I’m here to teach them survival techniques, especially in torture-like situations. It is literally my job to torture young men so that they can learn how to survive and escape it. It helps that I have a massive hard on for it all, seeing them suffer and squirm before fighting back. Why have a job you don’t enjoy? I have made arrangements to meet each recruit on their own in the gymnasium at a certain time. My 14:00 appointment is Jack Young, an intriguing one.. I have done my research on all the kiddos and there’s something about this one I can’t put my finger on. He’s reserved, shy, unconfident and sweet.. Those aren’t the makings of a good agent in my eyes. My session today is not for the faint of heart, and my first introduction to Jack will be memorable.. For him. I don’t think he belongs here.. I don’t dislike what I’ve read about the guy, I’m just.. Unsure. I certainly won’t be going easy on him, despite his smaller frame. I look at my three colleagues and nod at them, silently acknowledging that the time is now. Bang on time, Jack arrives..

12:26 Jack_Young: I feel like I still have a raging hangover.. The holiday season was a very drunk blur, but I made sure to stop drinking after New Year’s Day to give myself some time to get into the right headspace for today. Turns out I should have stopped drinking a few days sooner.. Fuck.. I definitely overdid it, and maybe it’s also the build-up of how shit I’ve been feeling anyway. Things have been sitting on my chest so heavily lately.. Throughout Christmas and New Year’s I heard nothing from my brothers or my mom. None of them care how I’m doing, how I’m getting on at the academy.. None of them care that I exist. I cried so much for my dad everyday, it’s always worse around the holidays. I just want him back.. Somebody to actually love me and make me feel okay about being myself. The only family member I did see was Grandma Lillian, dad’s mom. As a lady living in a care home with end-stage Alzheimer’s, though, that’s hardly a pleasant visit. She’s forgotten everything about me and dad, everything about her former life. I visited her for Dad, and if I didn’t then nobody else would. If he was still here, he’d see her every week.. I do my best to see her often, making sure she’s okay and spending time with her. It’s heartbreaking, but necessary..

12:26 Jack_Young: Coming back here and seeing Eli has been really good for my soul. We’ve bonded so much and formed a really close friendship, the closest I’ve ever had with anybody. I may not have told him about all my troubles over the holidays.. But just being able to talk to another human being without any sort of abuse is a rarity in my day-to-day life, and Eli is a godsend for that. I glance at the clock and realise I was so lost in my train of thought that I was almost running late to meet Axel, whoever that may be. Alistair mentioned him a couple of times last term, and it sounds like he’s.. well.. terrifying. His sessions will definitely be the toughest aspect of this programme, and I’m really dreading my first meeting with him. In fact.. I’m dreading it so much I can feel the shakes coming on. Whatever Axel has in store for me is going to test me, and with that comes judgement. I will have to do well, and if I don’t then it will be fed back to Alistair. Alistair will then question my place in this programme, and may even kick me out. If I get kicked out then I become an even bigger laughing stock in my family, and even worse.. I’d disappoint Jeff.

12:26 Jack_Young: This is how my mind works, constantly forcing myself to believe that the worst will happen, and I’ll embarrass myself. I swiftly take one of my little white anxiety pills to combat the episode. I hate having to rely on them.. So fucking much. But take them I must if I want to operate as a normal human being. I make my way to the gymnasium as the pill works to calm my system, allowing me to focus on the task at hand rather than the poisonous thoughts. I enter the gym only to be greeted by an absolute hulk of a man, triple my size in absolutely every way. Holy shit.. He’s.. he’s enormous. Bald with a greying beard, piercing eyes.. This guy looks like he’s going to fuck me up. “Hello, Sir.. I’m Jack Young, here for the 2 o’ clock appointment?” I smile as I approach him, feeling like my friendly tone is going to land me on my ass quicker than ever before. Oh shit, I should have taken 2 pills.

12:26 Axel_Mathers: I stand with my hands behind my back, flexing my muscles to appear as big as possible as this non-agent-looking kid enters my hall. I scan him over and take in everything about him. First of all, he’s very good looking. He’s handsome and unassuming, and he carries himself with caution and kindness rather than confidence. His friendly introduction only confirms everything I already know about him. He really is different to every sucker I’ve had beg me to stop in the past. Of course they introduce themselves, but Jack.. he’s so unsure of himself, like he’s rehearsed his greeting a thousand times. It’s endearing, it’s cute.. It’s wrong. I like my boys to walk in, state their name and assume their power immediately. I feel like I’m about to torture an elemtnary school teacher or something.. It’s not his fault, it’s who he is naturally.. But everything about it feels wrong. Oh well, here goes.. “Good afternoon, Jack. I’m Axel.. and how are you today?” I reach my hand out to shake his, and as soon as he takes it, I bring my other hand forward, holding a can of pepper spray and emptying it right into his eyes. “Ding, ding, ding, boys!” I call to my men, beckoning them forward to go for Jack.

11:21 Drake: Whenever Axel put out a call for some “volunteer” fighters to assist him in the high-stress combat training sessions, I always made sure to sign up! I mean, c’mon, this is way more fun than being out on a field assignment, staying in shitty hotels and getting shot at. How could that compare to scaring the piss out of some over-confident young bastard who thought he was the next hotshot CSIS agent? It simply couldn’t. What really surprised me this time though, was the two other agents who had signed up to terrorize today’s particular student, Michael and Phillip Young. Apparently they really had it in for their younger brother. Oh well, they would have to wait their turn. I drew the short straw, so I get to try and make this young fucker piss his pants first. They’ll get their opportunity, in time. I charge forward, popping out of my hiding place behind a bookshelf to rush towards Jack just after Axel sprays him. I come up from behind him, reach around and plant my hand over his face, kicking out towards the back of his knee to knock his leg out from under him. This was going to be so much fucking fun!!

12:26 Jack_Young: I can’t help but feel absolutely dwarfed by the sheer size of Axel. I’d heard he was a big guy, but holy hell.. This guy could snap me like a toothpick without any effort whatsoever.. Fuck I hope I don’t have to fight this guy. He surprises me with the offer of a friendly handshake, but it instantly makes me feel at ease. I was wrong about Alistair the same way I was wrong about this guy.. I expected them to be the cold, military-type, but they’re actually-- “AAARRRGGGHHHH FUUCKK!!” Axel brought something out from behind his back and FUCK ME! MY EYES! My fucking eyes!! I can’t tell if they’re stinging or burning falling out of their sockets, holy fuck! I stumble backwards as I scream, tears streaming from my eyes. I’m totally disorientated, I have no idea what’s fucking going on.. This fucking agony in my eye sockets, I can’t stop screaming.. Fucking ROARING in agony.. I stumble backwards into something.. No.. someone!? FUCK! I can’t fight, not like this.. I can’t focus on anything other than my fucking burning eyes!! Whoever is behind me kicks out at the back of my knee, causing me to sink to the floor. I weakly throw my hands back to lash out, but I only hit air. “FUUUCCKKK!!”

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: Before the holidays, I had a beautiful email land in my inbox from one Axel Mathers. He was offering all agents the chance to help initiate the new recruits, and I know firsthand how brutal Axel can be. A quick phonecall with him gave me all my twitching cock needed to know.. A pepper-spray followed by a 3-on-1 beatdown? I agreed to help out only on the promise that one of the students I got to beat the shit out of was Jack. Ah, Jack.. it won’t be the first time I’ve reduced him to a bloody, broken mess.. And I pray to God it also won’t be the last. Phillip didn’t take any convincing to join me for the ride.. And now here we are. Jack’s had a nice long spray of stinging, burning Capsicum oil right into his fucking eyes. He screams like a little brat and Drake makes the first move.. Bastard. I wish he’d butt out and leave the professionals, myself and Phil, to deal with this. I approach Jack head on as he sinks to one knee, desperate to join in the fight. Without beating around the bush, I jump forward and soccerball kick him right in the gut, toe-first. Let’s wind this fucker past the point of fighting back, get him kicked off the course and Phil and I can take him back to Toronto today - sorted! I glance at Phil as he approaches as well, smiling evilly as I notice the lust in his eyes.

12:26 Axel_Mathers: Not off to a fantastic start, but a pepper-spray to the eyes will disorient anybody. What I’m interested in his how Jack applies himself and taps into his other senses to fight back, he just needs to get over the initial shock and pain. The spray I used was a particularly strong solution, I don’t go easy on the guppies. I watch as Drake delivers his attack and Michael comes swooping in like a child at his birthday party, practically dancing with glee. I have no idea why he and Phillip specifically wanted to be here for Jack’s session.. I know they don’t get on but surely not so bad that they want to beat the shit out of him? I don’t really care, that’s a family affair. “Come on, Jack. Fight through it, you don’t need eyes to beat the shit out of someone. COME ON!” I clap my hands together in a thunderous roar, wondering how long I let this go on before I call it quits and send Jack to the medic.

12:26 Agent_Phillip_Young: When I got back from a field assignment just before the holidays, my phone rang as soon as I turned it on. Mikey was so excited at the offer to participate in one of Axel’s little fuck-the-student stunts. And considering the student was Jack, how the hell could I disagree? That poisonous little runt really needed to learn that he simply wasn’t agent material. Besides, it felt good to tag team with Mikey again, against our favorite little sniveling victim. I watch with unholy glee from my place of concealment as Axel blinds the little weak-willed waste of space. As we agreed, Drake, a sadist if there ever was one, rushed out first. He always did love this ‘duty’. Mikey didn’t wait long to follow, and soon our poor, dear little bro was dealing with Mikey’s boot in his soft little tummy. That’s when I made my entrance, charging forward from the side, and gladly smashing my knee into his slack jaw.

11:21 Drake: The brothers Young are magnificent as always, spiking their youngest brother in his belly and jaw. He’s reeling now. I laugh, damn this is so much fun. I reach down, and grab the waistband of his trousers and the collar of his shirt as he’s reeling, then stand up, lifting the little waif off the floor, and tossing him like a sack of trash across the room, knocking over a few chairs. My dick started to get a little hard. Well, the sacrifices one had to make for doing their job.

12:26 Axel_Mathers: Still not a single sign of resistance from Jack. I’m starting to think that he really might not have it in him. But I held off on cutting the exercise short. Nothing was broken yet, and he was still conscious. For now. I’d give him his chance. I had to admit though, even I was a little taken aback by how utterly vicious Michael and Phillip are with their brother. I would hazard a guess and say that wasn’t a fine example of brotherly love. From Drake, I expected that. He was a sadist, and it made him a good agent. He got a bit enthusiastic at times, but he’d learned, after some personal feedback from yours truly, to keep to his boundaries.

12:26 Jack_Young: I can barely even comprehend the onslaught that followed the spray. I can’t see any attacks coming. A vicious toe kick to my gut has me grunting and spluttering for air, then a knee to my jaw cuts my screams short and makes me feel dizzy.. Fuck.. seeing stars.. Suddenly, I’m thrown in some sort of direction and collide with something metal, battering my body as I slump to the floor in agony. Fuck.. “eeuurgghh…” I groan as I roll onto my front, placing a hand over my eyes as though that’s going to soothe anything. “Fuck.. oohhhh, fuck..” I scramble to my knees, holding onto something near me to try and bring myself up.. I have to fight.. But I can’t, I’m fucking blind, battered andbruised, it’s like a thousand bees have stung my eyes. It takes all of my attention, taking me completely out of the ‘fight’ or whatever sort of fucking assault this is. I manage to bring myself to my knees, but I know there’s more pain to come.. I don’t fucking know how I’m going to get out of this..

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: I watch as Drake hoists Jack from the floor and fucking throws him across the room, into some stacked chairs. It’s delicious.. It’s brutal.. Ballsack Jack deserves absolutely nothing less. Little fucking softie, spineless little flacid shit. There’s having a heart, then there’s weak and pathetic Jack. Working as a fucking paramedic despite being born into money because he “wanted to help people”. More like he wanted to feed his own fucking ego of being a “good samaritan” or some bullshit. I stalk across the room as he crashes into the chairs, wincing internally at how much it looks like it hurts. Please don’t stay down.. Give me more of a reason to beat the living daylights out of you, you little fuck. Like he’s answering my prayer, I see him squirm and struggle to his knees, using the chairs to pull himself up. I charge forward and smash my knee into the side of his face, smashing his fucking head against the chair as I brutalise his jaw. I waste no time following up.. I want to fucking end this little shit’s career before it even begins. I grab him by the hair and take his entire weight, lifting him to his feet. Phillip and Drake are already here with us, I throw the little shit at Phillip. As soon as his back collides with Phil’s chest, I launch a heavy, hatred-fuelled fist into his pathetic gut. I glance briefly at Phillip as we bathe in Jack’s pain, and there’s a knowing response in his eyes. How much we enjoyed making Jack suffer for Lowell all those years ago.. Easy, Mikey.. easy..

12:26 Agent_Phillip_Young: Drake never disappoints when it comes to finding creative ways to inflict suffering. He tosses our worthless, soft flaccid little brother like a sack of potatoes. What a savory sight his crash landing is! I wonder, will he stay down, or will he lift his pathetic, weak body up so that we can enjoy ourselves some more? And…. he chooses to entertain us further. He makes it to his knees, and Mikey doesn’t hesitate, driving forward, blasting his jaw again. That’s my cue, as he grabs our weak-willed little bro by his hair, dragging him up to his feet he throws him towards me, and I catch the little piece of limp spaghetti in my arms, holding him tightly against my chest, as Mikey buries his fist in that soft, doughy gut. What a lovely squishing sound, so delicious, my eyes sparking with shared delight as I meet Mikey’s gaze. I look up, to catch Drake’s signal, he gestures high and low, and I grin, I’ve seen him do this before. I nod at Mikey, and then suddenly shove the pathetic little noodle off my chest, sending him stumbling towards Drake. Drake shows off some of his fancy karate, and sends a thrust kick straight into our poor little bro’s chin, snapping him backwards with savage force. Meanwhile, I charge forward from behind his stumbling, bumbling, blinded little form, duck low and sweep out my leg, knocking his ankles out from under him, sending our pathetic brother to crash down hard on his back. What a beautiful sight!!!

12:26 Jack_Young: My arms tremble and buckle under me as I struggle to my knees.. I think.. I think it’s a stack of chairs I’m holding onto. I almost topple them over as I pull on them. Oh, fuck.. My ribs are in agony from the impact.. This is so fucking brutal, I have to.. I have to figh-- FUCK! Something smashes into the left side of my face and crunches my head against the chairs. I feel sick and fall to the floor again.. Holy.. fuck.. The room is spinning.. My attacker lifts me up again, throws me back into someone and-- “OOOOOOFFFF!” I cough and splutter as he hammers into my gut, I don’t see it coming so I have no time to flex.. It completely fucking winds me. This is a fucking nightmare.. Such a fucking brutal beatdown and all I want to do is scream from the hole currently being burned into my skull.. Something smashes into my chin as a leg swoops at my ankles. My back hits the hard floor but it’s like I landed on the ceiling.. If I could see, I’d be seeing stars.. I’m so disoriented, I’m going to hurl.. I’m going to fucking puke all over the place. All these blows to the head have me feeling like I’m on a fucking boat in a storm. For the first time since joining the academy, I feel.. scared. I have no fucking way to recover from this, I don’t know where to hit because I don’t fucking know where anybody is. I don’t know where they’ll hit me next, how much it will hurt.. I can’t defend myself against a fist I can’t fucking see coming. This is impossible, how does ANYBODY succeed in this!?

12:26 Axel_Mathers: I watch as the brutality continues, feeling my cock throb in my jeans. Oh.. hell.. This is why I do this job. The whole point of my role is to make these kids suffer so that they can learn how to push past their limits.. Having a sexual desire to hurt these kids only means I do my job very, very effectively. I want Jack to hurt.. I want him to suffer. It’ll propel the pre-cum to seep from my cock, and it’ll hopefully push him to fight back. Two birds, one stone and all that. How many people can say that indulging in their deepest fantasies boosts their job performance? Not many, but here I am. Loving every second and getting the job done.. If Jack gets off his fucking ass and fights back, that is. Hmmm.. I’m not intervening for a while yet. I heard about Jack in the tournament on his first day.. He has a lot of fight in him, but this is a totally different ball game. I know there’s absolutely no chance of actually being able to fend these guys off. 3-on-1 is pretty much a lost cause at the best of times, especially when you’re blind and they are professional fighters. Jack is going to lose this, and he’s going to lose hard. But what I’m looking for is a spark. A fight. He needs to show that he can overcome the overwhelming pain he’s in, the fear stabbing at his gut like a knife.. And fight back. Even though it means he’ll get knocked down again.. I just want to see something that proves he isn’t a little jobber boy who will bend over for our enemies so they can fuck him in the ass. Oh, Axel.. now that’s an image. Steady, boy..

11:21 Drake: I step forward after nearly taking Jack’s head off. MMmmmmm… That was delicious. So glad Michael and Phillip are here. They are so good at this. Still seems weird that they want to hurt their own brother, but well, no accounting for tastes. Take Axel for instance, I glance at the big, bald, muscled brusier. His erection is fairly obvious just now. I grin to myself, but I’m not stupid enough to point that out to him. Hell, not when I have one of my own. Jack is laid out now on the ground, time to introduce him to some of my ground game. I leap over at him, and slide my leg under his quivering spine, then wrap my other leg on top of his soft, squishy belly. Then, hanging off to one side, I grunt, and begin to crush my hard muscled thighs, starting to cut the young agent in half with a perfectly applied body scissors. Oh so sweet, the suffering.

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: I grin as Drake and Phillip double team our pathetic, sweetly suffering youngest brother. He really is so much fun to hurt. And he deserves every ounce of punishment he receives. We’ll never let him forget about Lowell. They knock Jack flat on his ass, then Drake moves up to capture our wee little bro in a body scissors. I wince, ouch, Drake has some savage technique and brutal power in those scissors, his soft squishy belly is really developing quite a dent. That’s my cue to move in. With a delighted chuckle, I surge ahead, and grab his ankles. I lift and spread his legs, then start grinding the toe of my shoe into his poor, pathetic little baby makers. C’mon Jack. Scream for us. Prove to Axel, prove to Alistair, and prove to Jeff that you aren’t cut out for this.

12:26 Agent_Phillip_Young: Oh yes, Jack is being swarmed by us jackals now. Jackals on Jack… I like it, it has a nice ring to it. Time to finish the little pathetic, flaccid turd. Drive in the sure and certain lesson that he isn’t agent material once and for all. It’s better this way, more fun too. I move in, and squat down straddling Jack’s chest as Mikey grinds his pathetic package and Drake cuts him in half with his scissors. I grin, looking down at my blinded bro as I clamp my hand on his throat, deliberately keeping the pressure light. I want him to know who has failed him out of the academy, so for the first time, I speak up, in that mocking, derisive tone that comes so naturally to me when Jack is involved, “Heya, if it isn’t our little bro, Whacky Jack the pathetic Twat. Don’t worry, this will be over soon. Any moment now, Axel will step in and give you the good news… your ticket outta here. You aren’t really cut out to be an Agent Jack, so stop pretending and just give up.”

12:26 Axel_Mathers: The brutality on display is entering the sweet zone. It’s to the point now where our little chew toy is basically at the point of no return. He hasn’t shown the slightest willingness to fight back. Disappointing really. I mean, the level of pain and agony his brothers and Drake are dishing out is extremely … entertaining. I stop to adjust my crotch there, damn, I’m leaking big time. But ultimately, it confirms what I expected. Jack isn’t capable of responding on the fly to an extraordinary crisis situation, which means he’ll have to go. But.. I hold back from intervening just yet. I am enjoying this lopsided beatdown far to much to put an end to it yet.

12:26 Jack_Young: I crash to the floor, so fucking confused by what's happening.. I don't know where I am in the room, where these guys are coming from... It's terrifying, and I'm so fucking mad I've been put in this situation. It's fucking hopeless.. then one of the assholes weasles his legs around me and.. "EUUUURGGGHH!" He crushes with all his might and I feel like I'm going to break in two. I gasp for air and try to pry his leg off, to absolutely no avail. His thick thigh pushes so far into my gut that I feel sick.. it's so fucking painful.. I can't breathe.. I can't-- "FUUUCCKKK!" at some point another guy spread my legs apart and is fucking driving his foot in balls.. FUCK!! This.. this is fucking torture, what the fuck am I supposed to do!? Then a third guy, A THIRD FUCKING GUY, clasps my throat and I feel so fucking pathetic and weak. What the the fuck was I supposed to do? I've never had a 3 on 1, it would have been difficult anyway.. but the fucking pepper spray beforehand? What the fuck?

12:26 Jack_Young: I'm so fucking angry that THIS is what's going to get me thrown out of here.. through my screams as my gut and balls are completely fucking crushed to a pulp, I hear a voice.. whoever's choking me, he's fucking mocking me, really? I feel my anger surging, being treated like a fucking ragdoll and now getting laughed at? Did.. did he say 'little bro'? Whacky Ja-- NO!! Are you fucking KIDDING me, my own brothers.. my own fucking brothers signed up to kick my ass like this? No.. oh hell no, I'm not letting them see me jobber my way through the academy like this, not when I was kicking ass before the holidays. I don't know what's come over me, a sheer fucking determination to finally prove to my brothers that I'm better than Whacky Pathetic Twat Jack or whatever the fuck it is they've called me all this time. I reach up and find me some saving grace, I find Phillip's face. That was definitely his voice.. I quickly grab at the back of his head and HEAVE with whatever strength I have left. I pull him towards me as I thrust my head up, making our foreheads connect with star-spinning impact. I grunt through the pain and squirm under the scissors.. is that Michael, fucking Michael squeezing my guts into paste. I don't know which way he's facing, but I feel his crotch and his ass against me.. I pray to god it's his fucking balls because I throw my fist at them. My fight has come way too late, but I can show some defiance and get a few hits in at least. Fucking, sick bastards.

12:26 Agent_Phillip_Young: It feels so good to be choking Whacky Jack the Pathetic Twat. We’ve already thrown him out of our family, now it was time to throw him out of the academy training, and then we’d be rid of him. Suddenly though, that infuriating little shit grabs the back of my head, and gives me a whopper of a headbutt right between my eyes. I stagger, throwing myself off him, clutching my head, that little fucking shit. I’ll kill the bastard, I’ll fucking kill him.

11:21 Drake: I do really, really like the weird noises a dude makes as I cut him half with my legs. I love the feeling of his guts getting squishy and compacting beneath the constricting force of my quads. Such an awesome feeling. Suddenly though, Phillip screams, and falls off of Jack, I look in stunned disbelief, what the? Then, suddenly, Jack’s fist smashes full into my balls. I scream, how can that blind bastard hit so hard? I unwind my legs from his body, and kick free of him, holding my gonads. Swearing and cursing in french and english.

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: I watch in open mouthed astonishment as our flaccid little bro sends both Philip and Drake squirming. How the fuck?? Drake had kicked himself free of Jack, and ripped his ankles out of my grasp in the process of sending Jack’s body sliding across the floor. I looked down in stunned disbelief before suddenly screaming, “Jack, you little dickless prick, don’t you know when to give up?” Then, I strode forward, smashing my foot down into his soft little tummy.

12:26 Axel_Mathers: Okay, Okay. Now, I’m real glad that I held off my intervention. This is getting really interesting. Obviously, something has fired up our kind, overly sensitive, self-conscious new student, probably triggered when Phillip spoke up. That was a mistake. The way he lashed out was both effective and impressive. He seemed to instinctively focus on the most effective attacks at his disposal. I looked at Jack in a new light, and with an ever-hardening dick. Seeing my students fight back in the face of overwhelming odds was far, far hotter than watching them passively get the shit kicked out of them. Maybe I was wrong about Jack. I had willed him, wanted him to fight back, to find some fire, but didn’t think he could manage it. I was glad to have been wrong.

12:26 Jack_Young: My surprise retaliation has them all shocked, and catching them off guard was exactly what I needed. I tap into my other senses, pushing away the burning agony in my eyes for just a few moments.. enough to do.. something.. fuck! "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!" I'm so fucking angry, I can't believe they'd fucking sign up for this. I knew they hated me, but they'be made me suffer enough, when will it ever be enough!? I temporarily get rid of two, but I hear Michael curse at me.. it wasn't him I hit in the balls. Shit. Suddenly a heavy boot stomps with immense power down into my gut. "UUUUNNNFFF--!" I cry out, sending spit hurling into the air.. I don't have time to react to the pain.. I quickly grab onto Michael's knee so that I can feel where he is, then launch an uppercut to his balls. He lifts his boot from me in response, and whilst he's balancing on one leg I quickly turn to position myself, and kick my boot out at where I think his planted ankle is.. and I connect. I hear him thud to the floor and it feels so fucking good.. I waste no time, I roll painfully to my knees and begin to stand.

12:26 Agent_Phillip_Young: Un-fucking-believable. What the fuck is happening!? There's a throbbing pain all across my forehead, the little shit hit hard and completely took me out of the game for a few moments. When I'm able to catch up again, both Drake and Michael are clutching their balls on the floor and Jack is getting up.. NO, fuck!! If I let this happen then Axel will see some bullshit potential in him and keep him. Not happening. I'm ending him now. I surge at him, feeling fucking dizzy but I don't care, I take hold of my pathetic little shithead brother by the hair and punch him in the throat. That'll make breathing a little difficult for him, then I grab his shirt and launch him away from me.. straight at Axel.. fuck, that'll be like hitting a brick wall. I stalk after him to follow up.

12:26 Jack_Young: I just about get to my feet when FUCK! Someone has my hair and I lash out. "GET THE FUCK OF--" I'm cut short by a fucking brutal punch to my throat, making my Adam's apple almost burst through the back of my fucking neck.. fuck.. I can't.. I can't breathe.. I cough and groan, gasping for air desperately, but yet again I'm thrown somewhere. I fall as I fly, connecting against.. somebody's legs? But they didn't move.. like a solid fucking statue, it didn't move.. it's Axel. Oh fuck.. it's Axel.. I can't believe how quickly I'm thinking, but I fight through my breathlessness and hook into his jeans to hoist myself up, reaching my hand behind his back to find.. YES!!! The fucking can of pepper spray is clipped there, I yank it out and turn. Someone grabs me and with my free hand, I find his head.. and with my pepper-spray wielding hand I fucking unload it into the fuckers face. I don't care which one it is.. I know the scream... It's Phillip.. I.. I can't help but smile. "That's what I'm FUCKING talking about you ASSHOLE!" I jump forward and shove him down to the ground, now he knows how it feels. FUCK YES!!

12:26 Axel_Mathers: Now, this is taking an unexpected turn. The sheer hatred Phillip has for his younger brother is obvious by the power behind that stomp to the kid’s guts. But my dick is getting harder and harder. This is what I love. This is why I put my boys into situations with impossible odds. I want to see what kind of man is hiding beneath the surface. And Jack is surprising me in all kinds of ways. I know Phillip is a vicious bastard, and he does a number on Jack, attacking his throat, and smashing him up against me. I stand there, hard as a stone pillar, unmoving, I won’t help him, not in the slightest. He has to figure this out for himself. And fuck me with a baseball bat if he doesn’t. The clever bastard grabs the can of pepper spray off my belt, and uses it on Phillip. That is one of the most brilliant examples of situational awareness I’ve ever seen from a student. Okay, Jack passes. He passes with flying colors, and I have to go and re-examine my prejudices with a fine tooth comb. I’m a good judge of men, I have to be in my line of work, and I misjudged Jack.

12:26 Agent_Phillip_Young: Suddenly, as I’m stalking after my flaccid little dick bag of a bro, he turns suddenly, and unloads Axel’s pepper spray in my fucking face. I SCREAMMMMMMm, and cover my eyes. “YOU LITTLE FUCKING WASTE OF SPACE… I’M GOING TO BEAT YOU TO A BLOODY PULP”. I stagger backwards, so completely enraged that I trip over another body and fall on my ass, furiously rubbing my stinging eyes. I’m going to kill him. I’m going to make his life a living hell. Suddenly, right then and there as my eyes were full of pepper spray, I began to think of how to get this little shit thrown out of the training course. I’d have to work through Zane. But I will make him pay for humiliating me like this. Watch out, little bro…

11:21 Drake: My balls start to calm down, and I stagger up just in time to see Jack unload a blast of pepper spray directly into Phillip’s eyes. HOLY FUCK. I’ve been sprayed before, and I don’t want that shit anywhere near my eyes. I start to back up slowly, reach down, and grab Michael as I step back, pulling him up. “Your little bro is one smart bastard” I say to Michael. “We need to get that pepper spray off him, I’m open for ideas. I fucking hate getting sprayed. Looks like Phillip is out of action, so it’s just you and me. We can’t let him actually defeat us you know, do you know how much of a laughing stock we’d be back in Toronto if word got out that this little runt actually beat the challenge? We’d never live it down.”

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: I’m fighting the urge to be sick. I’m going to strangle that limp little turd, going to squeeze his head like a zit. Suddenly, I hear Phillip scream, and then he trips over me. I’m not really aware of what’s going on, when suddenly Drake hauls me up. And groggy, still feeling sick, I look over in astonishment. Our little pathetic, wet blanket bro, Whacky Jack the Twat, had the balls to grab Axel’s pepper spray and use it on Phillip? My mouth drops open in astonishment. Then, rage, I hear Drake mumble on, but I’m seeing red. I run at the little pipsqueak, launching a boot for his soft tummy and making a grab for the pepper spray, I’ll unload the whole bottle down his throat.

12:26 Jack_Young: My celebration is short-lived, I can hear that Phillip is out of the action for now, but the other guy and Michael are up on their feet again.. holy fuck, this is intense.. my body just feels like one giant bruise right now, this has just turned into a game of how long I can last before going well and truly down. I hear footsteps charging at me, and I quickly turn to face the direction. I can't anticipate what attack it's going to be, so I brace myself for impact. Wherever his hit lands, I'll counter it.. I have momentum now, they won't stop me just yet.. "UUUNNNFFF--" Another fucking kick to my gut has be gasping for air, choking as the wind rushes out of my throat. My legs almost turn to jelly but.. FUCK.. he tries to prize the pepper spray from my grasp. No.. fuck.. NO! I hold on to it, refusing to let it go. Another pepper spray would absolutely finish me off, and I just found my fight. I throw my knee up, and it connects with his gut.. I think this is Michael. I expect him to rush at me the way he did.. fucking asshole. I rest my hand in his shoulder and use it to orientate myself, figuring out where he is. I clench my left free first and launch it at his head, not knowing if it will his his face, jaw or whatever.. anywhere will do. I continue to twist and pull on the pepper spray, I can't take it again.. not again..

12:26 Drake: I tried talking to Michael but.. Holy shit, the guy has entered a frenzy. He lunges at his bro and smashes his boot into his gut so hard it makes me wince.. But Jack, the stubborn little shit, refuses to give up the pepper spray. The two of them enter a wrestling match over the can and I have to intervene, I can’t risk Jack actually getting it back and taking Michael down with it too. Jack is hurting, I can hear it in his voice.. Whatever fight he has in him, it’s too late. He’s been pummeled and broken, and his body is just on a countdown before it fails him completely. Let’s speed that clock up a little bit.. I approach the brothers as they wrestle and smash my fist as hard as I can into Jack’s vulnerable, untensed gut. My fist sinks deep into his body and he utters a satisfying grunt as I pummel the air out of him. My dick hurts like hell as it grows and throbs, but it’s worth it to inflict pain on this little doe-eyed sucker. Jack still holds onto the can, so I uppercut again right into the pit of his abs, lifting his feet from the floor as I do. Another beautiful grunt escapes his lips and merges with the screams of his blinded brother.. Oh fuck.. So much pain in the room.. The sadist in me is screaming for release.

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: My boot connects with his pathetic tummy and I rip the pepper spray can from-- FUCK! The fucking little twerp is holding on for dear life, refusing to give in. I want to beat him to a battered, bloody pulp. Half of me wants him to stay in the academy so he can suffer the ridiculously brutal tortures Axel has lined up for him.. Today is incredibly tame considering what lies ahead.. But staying at the academy means Jack being successful.. so I’m torn. I pull and twist on the can, and suddenly the fucking little asshole blasts me jaw with a surprisingly poweful punch. I feel a crack and I briefly see stars as my head jolts to the side.. My hand briefly loosens on the can, but at the same time Drake manages to crush the little fucker’s guts again so Jack doesn’t take it back. I grasp it again and continue to pull, watching eagerly as Derek lifts my little brother from the floor with an almighty uppercut. It’s enough to make Jack loosen his grip, and suddenly the can is mine. I waste absolutely no time and I unleash almighty, burning hell all over his fucking face. His screams fill the room and it’s such a beautiful sound. The end of Jack, like he’s dying painfully right in front of my eyes. I smile evilly and glare at him as he holds his face in agony.. Oh, little bro.. This isn’t the end yet. “Unlucky, Jack..” I take hold of his waist with my right hand and pull him towards me as I surge forward with my left, yet again obliterating his little tummy.

12:26 Drake: Holy shit.. Michael unloads pretty much the entire can in Jack’s face and it’s like he threw acid over him or set him on fire. Jack absolutely tears the whole academy down as he screams in agony, his entire face must be burning up. Michael really has it in for his little brother, and he doesn’t let him rest. He slugs him hard in the gut, adding to the pain I created and interrupting his scream. My dick is absolutely raging right now, and lust takes over my entire body. I’m not letting this opportunity pass me by. Jack is a good looking little stud and I want to rip him apart. I join the assault, and before I even know I’m on him as well. I throw a fist into his abs, making him double over. As he does, I bring my knee up to his jaw. Michael coordinates with me and follows up with a right hook across his face, splattering me with blood. I quickly follow up with a left hook to swing his face back round, then smash my fist into his gut at the same time as Michael to make it a double punch, making him double over again. I kick at the back of his knees to make him fall onto them, and he kneels before us as he splutters and cries, bleeding and moaning. Michael hooks his face again and he falls to the floor, now at our feet. I accidentally moan in delight, but I share a knowing glance with Michael and I can see it isn’t time to stop. I swing my foot out at his jaw, sending him flying onto his back as blood sprays across the room. Michael stomps on his furry, lean little tummy and I kick at his ribs.. Holy fucking shit.. I’m losing myself in this full-on assault.

12:26 Jack_Young: A few brutal blows to the gut is all it takes for me to lose the can, oh fuck.. FUCK! “AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!” I absolutely scream bloody murder as my eyes, nose, mouth and throat burn at a thousand fucking degrees. It gets in all my wounds and makes my entire face burn up, too.. It’s fucking hell. I’m in fucking hell.. And it only gets worse. An all-out assault on my body begins as Michael and this other sadistic piece of shit unleash on my body, treating me like a punching bag. My jaw cracks and more blood flies, my gut is destroyed and I’m pushed to my knees.. I can’t even scream, the head blows are making me weak.. I can’t.. Fuck, another one sends me to the floor.. My face is on fire and my body is just.. Pain. I lay at their feet and more kicks come, hitting all over my body. The kick my face, stomp on my abs, break my fucking ribs.. They don’t stop.. Blood everywhere, spit, drool, tears.. Fuck.. I can’t.. Fuck me this hurts..

12:26 Agent_Phillip_Young: There’s a fucking inferno in my eyeballs and I’m going to make Jack suffer. My plan is now long term, but I still want to inflict pain today. I hear a commotion going on and I know Jack is suffering.. But it’s not because of me. I’ll make it because of me. I bring myself to my feet as I yell through the pain in my eyes. Tears fill them, but I can open them enough to just make out the brutal beatdown they are inflicting on little Jack. Not without me you motherfuckers.. I make my way over to them and join in. I send my foot out right into where I think his balls are, and his weak scream only confirms it. “YOU LITTLE SHIT!” I roar at him. The three of us continue kicking and stomping everywhere on this little turd. I hope it kills him.. I hope we fucking bash his head in as we destroy him with our boots. His noises grow weak but he’s still conscious.. He’s still feeling it and he will be for days to come. I want him to hurt every damn miserable day he wakes up. Jack will only know pain from now until the day he fucking dies.

12:26 Jack_Young: The two of them continue their attack and I don’t know how it isn’t being stopped.. Why is it still happening? More boots fly into my side, making me roll over only to be greeted by another to the face, then one to the gut.. Ribs, face, throat, abs, knee.. Fuck… AARRGHH FUCK! MY BALLS! WHY!? Phillip is up again and joining in.. this isn’t a fucking fight.. This is three guys in an alley beating the shit out of one guy.. Bloody, brutal, bone-snapping chaos. I’ve never known pain like this.. It’s like my first day at the academy happening all at once, but 20 times worse.. My face still burns, and everywhere throbs.. More kicks.. More stomps.. More pain.. More fucking pain.. How.. I can’t.. Please.. No more, plea--

12:26 Axel_Mathers: I enter a complete fucking daydream as I watch what happens in front of me. Everything goes from bad to worse for Jack and.. Well.. this is almost career-ending. Michael and Drake are absolutely debilitating Jack’s body with rage-fuelled kicks and stomps. No part of his body goes unpunished, especially when Phillip joins in the fight. These two have a serious vendetta against their brother, like they want to hurt him more than he’s ever been hurt before. I get it.. I completely get it.. Jack suffers so beautifully. I push the borders of my professionalism as I let the assault continue for my own sexual gratification. I’m getting off on it big time, I even want to join in. I can’t wait to sink my boulder-like fist into his gut one day.. It’ll be like no other punch he’s felt before. But until then.. I have to call quits on this now, or else Jack might actually be out of a job. Thank god I tape all my sessions because this will need revisiting later tonight. “Alright, alright, alright.. Stop!” I step forward but Michael and Phillip get a few more kicks in. “I SAID STOP!” I grab Michael by the collar of his shirt and hoist him backwards. I don’t even know my own strength because he flies backwards and crashes to the floor.. It was like throwing a pebble. I kneel down over Jack and almost regret letting it go on for that long. The poor kid didn’t deserve it, but that only makes it hotter. He’s absolutely battered.. But he’s conscious, and will just needs lots of patching up, painkillers and then a few days rest.. If we’re kind. “You did well with the pepper spray, Jack. You passed. Now one of you, I don’t give a shit who, will take Jack to see our friend Max.” I look between the two brothers. “Maybe his two loving brothers can assist him there and make sure he’s looked after.. A nice bit of bonding, hm? Go!”

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: Suddenly, as I’m lost in the exquisite pleasure of beating the shit out of the little flaccid twerps soft belly, I hear a bellowed voice in my ear, STOP!! The next thing I know, the man mountain Axel has hauled me back by my shirt, and thrown me to the floor. I growl, shaking myself off as Philip helps me up. I stare down at Jack’s squirming, mewling pathetic form. I feel a deep rage as Axel gives Jack a pass. But then I smile as Axel asks us to ‘escort’ Jack. What a gift. I reach down and unceremoniously haul the limp twerp’s twitching carcass up by one arm. I look over my shoulder at Phillip, “Come on Phil, let’s take our ‘little bro’ to the medic.”

12:26 Agent_Phillip_Young: I look up, suddenly, when Axel shouts at us. He steps forward and grabs Michael’s collar.I watch as Michael goes flying. “Okay, okay I get the message.” I back off, but stare down at Jack’s limp carcass. I stalk over and help Michael up. I’m seeing red as Axel tells Jack he passes, but that just means I’ll need to follow through with my plan with Zane to get him kicked out. I smile, exchanging glances with Michael. I reach down and grab his other arm, and dragging his limp kicking carcass between us, his feet trying and failing to get under him, we dragged him out the door. I look over at Michael, “Let’s take him up the stairs shall we?” The clinic was on the ground floor, but this was a shortcut… up the stairs here, and down the stairs on the other side of the compound to the clinic. Michael immedieatly caught my drift, and we dropped the fucking little waste of space, grabbing his ankles instead of his arms, and dragging his carcass face first up the steps, his face smacking and bouncing off each step, as I spoke in a conversational tone of voice, “You little twat, you do realize that you are not CSIS material? You are soft, weak, and… well, remember Lowell? It’s just a matter of time until you wash out. Why not make this easier on yourself and just quit? Today… today was just the merest beginning of the suffering that awaits you.” BOUNCE … SMACK… BOUNCE … SMACK.

12:26 Jack_Young: I’m only half aware of what is happening, but all I do know is that I just got the absolute shit kicked out of me. Every inch of my body, from head-to-toe, has been kicked and stomped. I don’t know how I still have blood pumping through my veins, most of it is now drenching my face, the clothes and the mats.. Suddenly my eyes are the least painful part of my body. I’m hoisted up by somebody and then supported from the other side, my arms draped over their shoulders. I try desperately to place my feet against the floor, but it’s just out of reach and I’m too limp. I’m barely conscious.. Fuck.. all I feel is pain and a bit of light-headedness.. Maybe a bit of nausea.. Oh fuck.. I feel everything and nothing at the same time. Suddenly, I’m dropped to the floor.. Fuck.. I felt that. A sudden throb of pain across my entire body as it slumps to the floor. Then something grabs my ankles and FUCK. “EURGH! AARGH! NO!!” My face takes an absolute bashing. My chin connects with something and crunches my teeth together in a loud bang, then my forehead busts open even more, my nose.. My mouth.. Fuck.. ohhhh fuck, so much fucking blood busting out of me. I’m forced to listen to Phillip’s words as I alternate from being groggy and tired to wide awake after each fucking smash against what I think is stairs. So fucking brutal.. There’ll be a waterfall of my blood running down these stairs by the time they’re finished.

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: I absolutely love Phillip’s ideas, he can be a sadistic little fucker. If we’re not careful, we’ll give Jack brain damage and he’ll be a vegetable for the rest of his life. As fun as that sounds, we’re not exactly above the law and that would be difficult to explain. It’s just so fun to see him hurting like this though.. It always has been. “You know..” I speak over Jack’s grunts and cries as we drag him up the staircase. “We need to be careful.. I’m feeling.. That way again..” I glance at Phillip, hoping he’ll go along with what I’m saying. He’ll know what I mean.. FUCK I have the urge so bad.. We reach the landing and I really want to hear Phillip’s response but Jack is moaning too fucking loud. I spin him over onto his back and punch him hard across the face. “Shut up, insect. Big boys are talking..” I take Jack’s right hand as Phillip takes the left and continue to drag him towards the other staircase on his ass.

12:26 Agent_Phillip_Young: Everything about this is delicious. His pain, his moans, his blood.. Oh fuck, we’re really getting him this time. As we reach the top, though, Michael completely extinguishes the warm fire in my gut, turning me icy cold. I flash him daggers and lower my voice slightly. “Mikey, shut up! We said we’d never mention that again..” I’m so fucking embarrassed by what he’s referring to, and mortified that he wants to do it again. I can’t bring myself to talk about it out loud.. I refuse to even think about it. I drag Jack by his left hand and shake my head.. I can’t believe Mikey is doing this. He knows better. I bring Jack to the top of the stairs and let go, then stand properly and face Michael. The desire that he’s feeling right now is not present in me.. “I’m sorry, Mikey. It was a one time thing.. It was a mistake. We’re not doing it again..” I look down at Jack and frown. It was a few years after we lost dad.. After “the Lowell incident”. Michael and I took Jack out into the wood as part of a proposed “brotherly bonding experience”. Jack craved a relationship with us, and jumped at the chance to start building some bridges. But that wasn’t what was on our minds.. We beat the shit out of him. More than we ever had to anybody else before. He suffered.. Cold and alone in the woods, completely at our mercy. It was punishment for what he did to our family. It was a display of how far down the food chain he is, and a reminder of how pathetic he will always be. Things got.. A little too spicy though. Something came over Michael and I. I’m not proud of what we did.. But kissing your big brother whilst throat-fucking your little one was hot at the time. I loved it in the moment, but was left with nothing but shame afterwards. Mikey, however, loves everything about it even to this day. I begged him not to bring it up again, but here we are.. Beating Jack up in a similar way, and his dick is wanting in on the action.

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: Phillip denies me and I feel my gut twist. I thought he was enjoying it the same way I was.. Clearly I was wrong. I wish he wasn’t so squeamish about the night in the woods. We gave Jack his first sexual experience, how many people can say that about their little brother? I know it’s wrong.. But it felt so fucking right. I decide to drop the subject. It’ll happen when it happens. We WILL get a real round two with Jack.. I promise it to myself. “Alright, alright. Forget I asked…” I drop the little pipsqueak at the top. “Now what?” I look down the staircase and ponder my options. We could ride him down like a fucking sleigh at christmas, that sounds fun. “Same again? It’ll hurt more going down..” I posed it as a question, but I lead this fucking attack. I lead everything. A natural-born leader. I grab an ankle and throw Jack over onto his front again, then take an ankle again as Phillip does the same. We drag him down to the bottom of the stairs with a delightful THUD THUD THUD as his annoying little face smashes against the hard wood. He’s seriously fucked up by the time we hoist him up again, draping his arms over our shoulders. We take a few steps towards the clinic and catch sight of Alistair Coleman coming out. Oh this man.. Oh he hated us and didn’t mind showing it. I smile warmly as we approach him, noticing his immediate concern for Jack. “Well, hi there Alistair! Long time no see.. We’re just taking our poor little brother here into see Magic Max, get him all patched up!” As I speak, I pat my open hand hard against Jack’s battered and bruised abs, as though it’s a sign of affection but his moans of pain confirm otherwise.

12:26 Alistair_Coleman: Today was the day that Axel was due to train Jack in extreme threat scenarios. I.E, blind the trainee and dog pile him to see how he reacted under stress. By this time, I had seen enough of Jack to know that he had so much talent, once he was able to reach past his demons to recognize it. The problem was… that he didn’t always manage it. But if anything would enable Jack to pass this, it would be extreme stress. I knew he would. And I knew, that just as anxiously, Jeff was waiting to hear the results. Some of the students never made it past this exercise. If Axel failed them, they were out. Axel was tough, brutal, and one of the most twisted sadists I’d ever seen. But fuck, CSIS was FULL of sadists. It attracted them like flies to honey. Hell, even I was a bit of one. But Axel was borderline psycho about it. Still, his methods were effective. The session should be up, and I was on my way to check on Jack. I wanted to know if he passed or failed. Suddenly, to my shock, coming down the hall are those utter jackasses, Michael and Phillip Young. And what’s worse, they have their brother hanging between them like a piece of roadkill. He’s so fucked up, covered in blood, and moaning in agony. That bastard, that fucking bastard Micheal is smiling, smiling at his brother’s suffering. My rage burns white hot, and my words are crisp and harsh. “Get the FUCK out of here, now. BOTH OF YOU.” I surge forward, and rip Jack from their ‘loving’ grasp. “And don’t let the door slam into your collective asses on the way out.” I call back over my shoulder, as I tenderly cradle Jack in my arms, leading him to the infirmary. I barge in, and gently lay Jack down on the clinic’s examination table. “Max, come here, we have a situation.” I gently pat Jack’s hand, totally forgetting in the moment whether or not to ask if he passed.

12:26 Alistair_Coleman: My rage burned in my throat. I was going to have words with Axel. There had to be limits.. There was no point in going this far. NO fucking point at all. I mean fuck, look at Jack’s face, his busted up and bloodied, as though he been dragged head first up a flight of stairs. Why the hell did Axel let it go this far?? I speak, softly now, “It’s okay Jack, we’ll get you patched up. You’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.”

12:26 Max_Powell: Days like today are my busiest, when the kids are going through some sort of trial and I have to pick up their broken pieces. Like they're on some sort of conveyor belts it's just one after the other. Right now it's Myles, but I've been working on him for so long I know the next one is due any minute. I barely finish taping up his wound above his eye before Alistair comes crashing back in with .... I think it's Jack!? Oh, shit.. what the hell happened!? "Myles, you're good. Go. Your eyes will be irritable until tomorrow, but your cough will go soon.." luckily pepper spray is pretty shortlisting. Myles limps out of the room and all my attention goes on Jack. "Alistair, what the hell? Jack, can you hear me?" I don't even know if he's with us in the room right now. He only moans in pain.. fuck. I quickly prepare a wash basin and get straight to work on clearing his face of all the blood, I need to see exactly what I'm dealing with and where the wounds are. "This is going to hurt, sorry Jack.." I start dabbing at his face and sure enough, he responds to the pain. "I've had some pretty bad cases get brought in through my door, but this is up there. How did this happen? I can't even give him strong painkillers with a possible head injury like this.. you have to stay awake, Jack.." luckily the pain I'm inflicting on him will keep him aware. "Alistair, grab that pen torch and shine it in his eyes, tell me if his pupils are responding.." this is a damn mess. I've tended to Jack a few times now, he gets himself into some painful situations. He's a nice guy, too good-hearted for the academy. It hurts me to see him like this. I clear his face and find where the wounds are, then get to work on gluing, stitching and taping them, depending on what is needed for each. It'll take a while, but that's what I'm here for. The academy clinic is an expensive thing to run with the sheer amount of dressings I burn through.. but it's worth it to push these guys to be their absolute best. This isn't like that though.. whatever the fuck Jack has been through was sadistic and cold-blooded, and in no way is good for his development. I can see that Alistair is angry.. someone's getting in trouble for this.

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12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: Alistair's face of pure rage is a picture, I wish I had my camera. I loved winding him up when I was here, breaking through that perfect, controlled exterior to see the angry beast inside. Pushing people's buttons is a hobby of mine, especially when they're insecure, pathetic little shits like Whacky Jack. "Yes, sir!" I salute Alistair, dropping Jack into his hold as I do. We've been removed from the premises, what a shame. It was fun while it lasted, we got to kick some asses today.. saving the best till last, of course. "Come on, Phil. The smell of bear shit out here is bringing back memories of being bored every day.." I take Phillip by the shoulder and guide him out into the fresh air. Our land rover is pulled up nearby, but I know Phillip wanted to do something else before we headed home.

12:26 Agent_Phillip_Young: Thank fuck Alistair is taking over, I don't want Jack's arm draped over me for another second. Plus, it helps take Michael and I away from the thought of.. doing what he wanted to do.. fuck.. He kicks us out and I only feel relief, just get me out of here and back home. After I speak to Zane, of course. I need to get him up to speed and make sure he remembers the plan. I head across to the dormitories and find him playing pool with some guy, must be Zach. I need them both. "Hey guys," I glance around.. nobody else is here, we can talk privately. "How's it going? My eyes are still fucking burning in my skull, but luckily Jack didn't get me that bad. Fucking piece of shit. "So good news and bad news. Bad news is that Jack passed.. by some fucking miracle. Also, heads up. When you meet with Axel he'll pepper spray you, looking for fast reactions and keeping up momentum so make sure you do well.." I shouldn't be giving them hints, but fuck it. I owe the academy nothing, and I want Zane to be top of the class.. it's the only way my plan will work. Jack needs to be intimidated by Zane. He needs to wish he was just like Zane. "So, for the good news.. I need you to up your game with Jack. Really get inside his mind, make him feel worthless, pathetic. We've built an empire on gaslighting that little shit into hating himself.." Michael and I have manipulated Jack for as long as I can remember. We created a monster inside his mind, convincing him he was pathetic and weak. An example of this is how we Photoshop every photo that has him in it and make sure he only sees the edited photos. We edit it just enough to give him a complex, making him think he has a belly that stretches his clothes, a lazy eye, a slightly wonky nose. It works a treat, and things like that contribute to how Jack sees and thinks about himself. It was Michael's idea.. everything is. "Just attack every part of his mind, if he celebrates something then call him arrogant. If he questions himself then tell him he shouldn't be so weak.. it's fun once you get the hang of it. Keep him insecure, keep him on the floor. Whenever he tries to stand up, knock his confidence again and he'll fall back down. Beating him up mentally is just as fun as doing what we just did in there.." I wink at them.

12:26 Zane_Reynolds: I smoothly adjust my pool cue, and then with a grin, tap the cue ball, knocking one in the corner pocket. It was a tricky shot, but I pulled it off smooth. I do everything smooth. I’m the best student here. Everyone knows it. Zach looks a bit annoyed, but I can tell he’s a bit in awe at how I pulled that shot of. Then, I hear someone walking up. Both Zach and I turn to catch sight of Phillip Young striding over. The rec hall is deserted right now, just me and Zach. “Hey Phillip, how’s it going?” When I graduate, I’ll have a leg up. Phillip will pull strings to get me a fucking awesome posting. Especially if I help him throw his pathetic little brother out on his ears. He doesn’t have what it takes. He drags us all down, gives the CSIS a bad name just by thinking he belongs in the same class as the rest of us.

12:26 Zane_Reynolds: I look at Phillip closely, he’s a bit beat up, his eyes are red. What happened? But I don’t interrupt him as he goes on. Jack passed? Fuck. I’d hoped the little shit would have finally showed his true colors with Axel. Axel is a legend… a big muscled hard-ass that takes no shit, and has no fucking time for wet blankets like Jack. And he passed? How the hell did he manage that? Then, inside I celebrate, YES, at the tip Phillip gives us. I grin, “Thanks man, we owe you big, and you can count on us.” Then, he goes on giving us one of the most absolutely amazing, inspirational speeches I’ve ever heard. Their campaign to destroy that pathetic little shit is … sheer genius. I grin, “Like I said, you can count on us. We’ll get inside his skull and fuck him so hard he won’t even want to get out of bed in the morning. You leave it to us Phillip. We got your back on this one. Your pathetic little bro is going to show everyone what an utter, miserable, and complete failure he is.”

12:26 Zach_Rawlings: Damn Zane, does he have to be so fucking perfect at everything? He hits that trick shot like a pro. Fuck. Then, Phillip walks in. Phillip reminds me of Jack. That little maniacal bastard that knocked me out. Jack reminds me of my humiliation at his pathetic little hands. I can’t believe he actually knocked me down. Every day, that twists in my guts like a slice of lemon gone down the wrong way. I want to rip his tiny, shriveled little nuts off his pathetic carcass and shove them up his ass. I will. I swear, someday I will. As Phillip keeps talking, my jaw drops open. Well fuck… getting pepper sprayed? That must be why his eyes are all red. My head is spinning as he lays out a sick, twisted campaign of psychological torture. I feel a bit dubious. I tend to prefer the more direct approach… My fists. But, if Zane tells me what to do… Then, all I have to do is follow his lead. I can handle that. I grin suddenly. Man, I can’t wait. Can’t fucking wait to pay that limp dick back for how he humiliated. “You bet Phillip. Like Zane says, you can trust us. We got you on this.”

12:26 Agent_Phillip_Young: Zane's enthusiasm is intoxicating. I know Jack is going to be in good hands, and I can see just how much Zane wants to make him suffer. We've fucked up Jack's head so much that he's now an easy target, Zane could hardly go wrong. One little comment or assumption can send Jack into a panicked spiral, and it's beautiful. We've made a little porcelain doll out of our brother, one that we can smash up and glue back together again, only to do it all over again. I nod to the boys. "I know you've got this.. keep him inside his head, don't let him flourish. He'll fuck up sooner or later and then he'll be out on his ass.. ok then, gents. I'll leave you to play with your balls.." I nod at the pool table and make my exit, climbing into the passenger seat of Michael's car. "Okay, Mikey. Zane's got this.. he knows what to do. Jack won't be joining us at work, no fucking way in hell. It's only a matter of time before he falls apart entirely, fucks up a class and gets thrown out.. then maybe we'll find him dead in his apartment one day, hanging from the fucking ceiling. Pathetic little asshole.." I settle back into my seat, nursing my burning eyes. I arrived here hating Jack, and I leave loathing him. I can't fucking believe he bested us in that fucking class..

12:26 Agent_Michael_Young: I sit and wait in the car as Phil catches up with Zane. Oh fuck.. I can still feel my feet smashing and stomping onto Jack's body.. I can still hear his moans as he squirmed in agony and his face bounced off the stairs. Oh fuck.. violence and aggression does something to me, especially when it's Jack. I have to relieve myself right here and right now, as I relive the whole episode in my mind. "Ooohh fuckkk.." I moan as I repeat it, and add to it. I'm not attracted to Jack.. I'm just in love with the sheer fucking brutality. He got what he deserved, he suffered so fucking bad.. I remember how it felt to feel his body CRUNCH under my boot.. pain.. so much pain, blood.. oohh "OOOHHH!" I moan so loud as I explode all over the steering wheel.. oh shit, I whack on the air conditioning to counter the sweating. I take a few moments to get over the rush, then get to cleaning up. That was hot.. really fucking hot. I finish cleaning up just in time for Phillip to rejoin me. It sounds like Zane has got everything under control.. "Well, at least we know Jack will be hurting real bad for the next week or so. He's a ticking timebomb now, and if he doesn't kill himself when he's been kicked out then we'll do it ourselves. And that's a promise, bro.." I can't pinpoint exactly when I started hating Jack, I think I just always have. I saw how much my mom hated him since he was a baby, and I guess I just followed suit. He was so fun to bully, and as we grew up it just got more and more intense between us. Phillip followed my lead and we would just torture the poor kid. As Jack grew into the insecure, self-loathing little prick he is today he was just too much of an easy rather. I'd love Jack if he was strong like us.. we'd be unstoppable. But no. He's sad, weak and irrelevant. He's not a Young. He has all of our dad’s worst traits, but amplified. At least Dad showed strength when it was needed, at least he fought past his demons to still be a great man, not succumb to them and let them destroy him. Weak. Pathetic. Soon to be dead and buried with the worms. That's our Jack.

Published: 2021-07-30, viewed 58 times.