Agents Universe

For the full collection of stories in this book, Trouble Down Under, and the other related stories see Agents Universe - Rise of the Syndicate

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The wheels of the plane struck the ground at HKT and woke me up in the process. My eyes flickered as I grimaced, then looked out the window to see the palm trees and ocean. The plane taxied slowly toward the gate as I took out my phone and turned it on. A text was waiting for me. The missions had always come this way - an address in a text. And this time was no different.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Two weeks ago, the Syndicate had called me to London for this latest job. I had been a good and faithful mercenary for them since being recruited by Derek Steele a little over 4 years ago. After the first 12 jobs, I bought an apartment in London since they had been calling on my services so frequently. And another 10 jobs later, I had started to make my way into the inner circle of mercenaries. The Derek Steele’s of the world. Then two weeks ago, the opportunity came.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: This was a FP1 job - FlashPoint 1 for those of you who don’t know the coding system that the Syndicate uses. Flashpoint jobs were hits - you had a target and he/she needed to be eliminated. The one signified importance. 1 level jobs only went to the best of the best that the Syndicate contracted with. And this was my first level 1 job.

12:26 AgentBradSterling:When I learned of the target, I didn’t ask questions. And in fact, I think the Syndicate higher ups knew that I would be perfect for this one. After all, I knew the target. Not well, but well enough. And they knew everything about everything. To think the governments of the world - America, China, Russia were the ones who were monitoring people - the Syndicate monitored the monitors like no other. So they knew about Trevor Crawford and he was my target.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I met Trevor when we were both 16. My ties with the Philly mafia had sent me for fight training in Burma - a 2 month training camp that focused on Lethwei boxing. There were 16 fighters that came from around the world to train with Burma’s Lethwei boxing champions. Trevor, an Australian with a great tan, ripped body and cunning wit turned out to be the best of the bunch and that included me. We had two proper fights that summer and while we wound up splitting them, my win was more luck than skill whereas his win was all alpha over me. There were a few other good fighters there - a Russian and Albanian, another kid from the US who wasn’t too bad and a Brazilian that also was pretty dominant but Trevor was the man and everyone else was his boys. Except for me, the one time I was able to beat him.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Outside of the two fights, we were friendly and we had a mutual respect for what we could do. When you’re young, they try to instill respect into you. As you get older and really start to understand where you stand in the world of fighting, that respect can fade away. But not for me with Trevor. I respected the fuck out of him. And I also believed I was the better fighter - even if the results didn’t say it.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: That was why when I picked up the cube 2 days ago at the Post Office box in central London and I took it home to learn of my assignment, I concluded the Syndicate knew all. The cube contains mission details - whether electronic on jump drives, phones, paperwork - you name it. Everything the Syndicate can share about the target. Trevor, as it turns out, was recruited into the Australian Special forces at 17 and then later joined a group called the ASG - or Australian Secret Guard. This ultra covert organization consisted of 22 of the best men in the Australian military. His scores were off the chart and the report made him out to be a hero among men - detailing some of his accomplishments and sharing some intel that he was last known to be heading to Phuket, Thailand after spending nearly 2 weeks in mainland China on unknown business.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: For years, the Syndicate had a process they called ‘pruning’. Their mercenaries were called upon to eliminate some of the best that the various militaries around the world recruited, trying to make sure that if push came to shove and the Syndicate needed to assert themselves, that they could use their mercenaries to take out some of the best soldiers in the world’s biggest and baddest militaries. The FP1 mission made it clear what the objective was. Trevor was a target and the Syndicate wanted him dead.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I was the perfect candidate for the job. Yes I'd lost to him, but I was the only person the Syndicate knew who had beaten him, minus of course his teachers growing up and his mentors in the ASG, who likely had put him in his place. And the last time I saw him, going on 6 years now, he had left bitter. Like any warrior, he wanted a rematch. I told him not now, but someday. Well that day was here. We were both older, both more mature, better fighters and if he were like me, he’d be willing to put a lot more on the line to get the fight and prove he was the proper alpha. Getting Trevor to fight would not be hard, finishing him might be impossible.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My first 1 series job was not going to be easy. The Syndicate had faith and so did I. They booked my flight to Thailand and in 48 hours, I was here and riding a rickshaw like cab from the airport to the main town of Phuket on the other side of the island where I had been booked a room on the outskirts. I googled the address that had been provided - last known whereabouts for Trevor - and it turned out to be on a beach a few miles north of town.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: With a quick drop at the hotel, I changed into beach going clothing, looking to blend in. A military green tank top and a pair of black and green board shorts along with flip flops and aviators would do the trick just fine. I cabbed out to about a half mile away from the bungalow and then did the rest on foot. As I got close to the building, I flanked around it, getting a good look at it from south, west and northern exposures before walking to the edge of the beach, staying close to a set of poplar trees, blending in with my choice of clothes. It was daytime and quiet, which was a surprise, but probably why he had chosen this location.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Damn, that sun was just the ticket. I’d earned this layover in Phuket, big style. Back in Sydney, at the briefing for this assignment, I’d had to fight long and hard with Seth to convince the big man that my plan would work. Seth had argued for a more cautious, phased approach, with contingency plans in case the situation went sidewise. I’d studied the situation, and quickly became convinced that a surgical strike was the way forward.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Get in, kill the leader of the Chinese Triad, get out. My means were simple. We’d identified one of the members of the triad had a taste for young, western men. I fit his profile to a T. The way in was equally simple, arrange to have myself ‘purchased’ by this member, and delivered. Seth’s approach, although certainly more by the book, and safer, would take too long. We argued back and forth for nearly an hour, when I finally got through him by asking him a simple question. “If you were doing this mission, what would you do?” The impact of that question was electric.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: He stopped, started to speak, stopped again, then began to laugh. I had it my way. It had gone flawlessly, I’d killed my ‘owner’, then made my way to the leader’s quarters. His room was guarded of course, and I’ll admit, my fight with the guard was not easy, but I’d been training in karate, Muay Thai, and especially Lethwei boxing since I turned 13. I was the best. I knew I was the fucking best. I’d proven it time and time again, and the mission to China was no different. After killing the leader, I’d made my escape, reached the pick up point, and now here I was in Phuket.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: This mission was my first fully independent assignment. Before, I’d been working as a backup with Seth. I had nothing but the greatest respect for the big man, as I called him. He’d been mentoring me in the ASG since I was recruited at 17. Everything I’ve achieved, everything I’ve earned, I owe to him. But it was time now for me to start branching out on my own, and Seth realized it as well. I had a goal. To beat Seth man to man. Someday, I’d achieve it. The dude was made of fucking granite, but I’d been coming close in our last few training sessions. My punching power was building up nicely, and eventually I’d crack his granite bod with my fists.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: And of course, this thought caused my cock to stir. One of the nice perks of being well connected through the ASG was some sweet vacation spots here in Phuket. My beach front vacation cottage sported a perfect sunbathing spot on the beach, privacy guaranteed. So of course, I was nude. I considered my attraction for my mentor, an attraction that I suspected was reciprocated to some degree, based on the small hints I’d gotten, but something that for professional reasons, neither of us had pursued. I sighed.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: As inevitably happened when I considered my reaction to Seth, I went back to where it all started. Sixteen years old, in Burma, at an intensive training camp focusing on Lethwei boxing. And Brad Sterling. That hot American fighter. My first experience with a man. And what a man he was. We’d fought twice, and I had dominated both fights, but I’d only won the first fight. Brad had pulled out a surprise move in the second to snatch it from me, but I knew that wouldn’t happen again.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Even after all these years, I still felt a connection to Brad. Brad was the first man I’d ever fucked around with, and I still thought back to those weekends in between the training sessions where Brad and I explored our mutual attraction. Later, when I’d heard Brad had been recruited by the Syndicate, I’d almost taken it personally. I had a notion of some day reconnecting with him, but now, that was impossible. Why? Why had Brad gone to work for those bastards? I sighed, shifting on my sunbed, my hard cock casually shifting along, a small teardrop of pre coalescing on the tip as I thought back to my time with Brad Sterling.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I stayed in hiding for a little while when Trevor finally appeared from his bungalow. Nobody was around as he strutted out, showing me a side profile of his amazing body. Naked. Tan. Blonde. He had a new tattoo on his forearm I could see - the lion on his pec was new when I first met him. He had the heart of a lion when it came to fighting. His body then had been ripped but now it was even more so, clearly continuing the aggressive body conditioning training we’d learned in Burma. He had a tremendous stamina and pain tolerance then, lord knew what it was now.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: That side profile showed off his thick pecs, protruding off his smooth 5’10” frame. Weighing in what looked to be about 190 pounds, there wasn’t an ounce wasted. I could see his cock and balls in the side profile as he walked out to his lounger, not a care in the world. Not knowing that I was on the prowl right outside his bungalow.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I settled in to watch him, rubbing my own cock, which started to stiffen as I watched his erect penis climb his abs and rest on them, his chest lifting and falling slow and rhythmically. A bit of pleasure before business, I thought to myself.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: He stayed outside for about two hours, then got up and retreated back into the shade, the late afternoon and early evening setting in. As he retired, I waited as a few more hours passed before he finally reappeared, dressed in attire that seemed perfect for a night in town.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: After a relaxing afternoon daydreaming and absorbing some rays, I figured it was time for some evening entertainment. Fighting made me so fucking horny, and I’d just spent the last several days in a high stress situation, my balls needed some release, pronto. There was this little bar I knew… that was perfect for finding the kind of release I craved. Some fucking hot studs frequented the place. I made my way across town, hailing a rickshaw, and providing the address. I let the evening breeze cool me down, the air working its way under my loose-fitting button down and board shorts.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I paid the rickshaw driver, exited and made my way into the bar. It was dim inside, but I wasn’t ready to plant myself inside, I worked my way out back, to the bar in the enclosed back garden, open air. I ordered a vodka on ice, and made my way to one corner, where I had a good view of the clientele, and could keep my eye out for some hot man meat.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The poplar trees provided good cover as I sat and waited for Trevor. When the rickshaw pulled up, I needed to move fast, springing from the trees and moving across the street toward it as the driver picked up the phone.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: “You free?” I asked. He shook his head as he started to speak on the phone with Trevor to say he had arrived. I walked away and slyly pulled a beacon out of my pocket, sliding it under the wheel well of the rickshaw as I walked away and back to my hiding spot in the poplar trees.

12:26 AgentBradSterling:A couple of minutes later, Trevor came out looking fine as fuck. The way the setting sun radiated against his tanned skin enhanced the definition of his muscled arms and square jaw. I watched him get into the rickshaw and they drove off.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I had to call for my own rickshaw to pick me up - this wasn’t exactly in the middle of town. I was about 10 minutes behind Trevor coming into town and I headed back to my hotel first to change. The GPS had tracked his rickshaw, watching it stop at traffic intersections but then there was an extended pause mid-block. That was where he’d gotten out in all likelihood. The audio from the bug mic, while picking up many other sounds, also confirmed it as Trevor interacted with the driver.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I took a quick shower to get the trees and sweat off of me, then changed into evening clothes, a white linen shirt and board shorts with a flower pattern on them, something to match that hot new tat I saw from a distance on Trevor’s arms. I headed out of the hotel as quickly as I could and into town, arriving at the spot where the rickshaw had stopped a little over 30 minutes after Trevor had landed.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I paid the driver and looked around the busy street. There was only one restaurant on the block so that was where I’d try. I walked inside and noticed it was pretty dark, walking slowly through the sea of tourists and local goers just off the beach, which was only a block away. He had to be in here somewhere. But nothing. Then I noticed the flow of people and there was clearly something going on outside, in the back of the bar. I moved in that direction and saw a door leading out to a back patio. I paused inside in the dark and could see another bar outside but I couldn’t see much else about who was on the patio.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I moved outside and went straight for the bar, not looking around. This was about getting a drink, then seeing if Trevor was back here. I walked up to the bar and put in my order - an old fashion. Even here in Thailand they had Makers Mark. As the bartender made the drink, I turned sideways, not looking around but giving anyone in the bar a chance to see my face. Maybe Trevor, if he was here would recognize me first rather than me needing to recognize him.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: As I lay back in my corner seat, viewing the tidal flow of men in and out, ordering their drinks, I saw several that caught my eye, but none that I’d want to chase down. Until… my jaw nearly dropped open. Could it really fucking be? I kept my expression neutral as I tracked his progress towards the bar. I’d recognize him anywhere, and the reaction was nearly instant, as my cock began to stiffen in my board shorts. He was wearing a clean white linen shirt, but it wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding the muscle beneath. Shit, I remember Brad had always been ripped, but he’d not been idle in the years since we last saw each other. He looked hard.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: And I wanted him, instantly wanted him. But everything was different now. He worked for the Syndicate for fuck’s sake!! Ah shit, why did he have to do that? I knew my duty, and I didn’t hesitate. Surreptitiously, out of sight of prying eyes, I texted Seth, while keeping my eyes neutral, scanning the surroundings. The reply was literally only seconds from coming back, and said simply, “Delay him. Back-up 20 hours away.”

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Immediately, I formulated my approach. I’d act as if I didn’t know Brad was in the Syndicate. It was risky, but I doubted he could be certain that I knew. He might know that I was now ASG, or he might not, but if I played ignorant, he would too. It was a dangerous game, but one I was willing to play. Despite knowing that Brad was now my enemy, I longed to explore this connection I had with him. He was, after all, my first dude ever. And, none of the men I’d been with since had ever felt so incredible, either fighting or fucking.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I wouldn’t have to pretend. I could be utterly sincere in my interactions with him, and that would give Seth the time he needed to show up. What happened then I wasn’t ready to consider. For the moment, there would only be the now. There would only be the fucking hottest dude I’d ever fought, beaten, or fucked.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I stood up, waiting until he looked the other way, then strode over to him. I put my hand on his shoulder, the touch of his thick, muscled delt sending shivers right down to my cock, and as he turned to face me, my smile and sincerity weren’t forced in the least when I said, “What the actual fuck mate? If you aren’t a sight for sore eyes. Fancy meeting you here, of all places!”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The second I felt the touch on my shoulder, I knew I’d lured him in like a big bass back home. Trevor was the first guy I was ever with and while it had been many years ago, it had been electric and special the time we spent. The violence only added to it.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I felt his muscled hand and turned to face him, knowing my part as my face looked a bit confused, then recognition set in, then surprise. “Holy shit, Trevor Crawford?” I ask, a hint of a question in my voice, not wanting to seem like I was certain. My eyes moved up and down his body, his upper pecs exposed and arms stretching the tight fabric of his well fitted shirt. “Wow man. You’re looking great, what the hell are you doing here? Wait, let me guess - you’re teaching these Thai men how to kickbox?”

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I tried to read him, tried to figure out if he was being sincere or not in his surprise, but I didn’t have a clue. He was good, and the genuine bond we shared muddied the waters. I just have to roll with it. I laughed, “I’m glad you remembered me Brad. I’m just here blowing off some steam, this is one of my favorite hang outs. Whenever the airlines have a cheap deal for a flight here from Sydney, I’m here. Of course, there is this little Muay Thai place on the other side of town, and well, they need to be kept humble. Shit, you are looking great dude. What an absolute fucking beast you’ve become. Damn, it feels like just yesterday when we parted ways back at the boxing camp. Let me buy you a drink! What are you having?”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: “An old fashion,’ I reply, continuing to check Trevor out, his smooth forearms veined and corded as I stepped back to sit on the bar stool behind me, bringing my legs up onto the rung. And that Aussie accent was just as intoxicating as I remember it, hearing this man grunt and groan was like listening to a symphony. Trevor and I had great chemistry and I was going to use it to my advantage if possible. “Man, that boxing camp feels like ages ago. You were the best fighter there by a country mile,” I said as the bartender finished with the drink and slid it to me. “You look great too, clearly still in fighting shape. Damn! To old friends,” I said, holding up the glass to clink it with you.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I clink my glass with yours, “To old friends!” and take a generous sip of my drink. I’m fully aware of this American muscle stud’s eyes checking out my body. I can guess what he’s thinking, probably the same thing I am. I let the buzz of the drink hit me, and just quietly admire this fucking hunk for a fair few minutes. Then, finally I respond, “You got it mate, still in fighting shape. I can still kick your ass. And, that’s not all I can still do.” My cock is tenting my board shorts, throbbing in time with the heat in my veins. Oh fuck do I want Brad. I want to fuck his brains out, and I want to pound him with my fists. I try for the moment to forget the backdrop of the situation, allowing myself the pleasure of realizing that for the moment, business and pleasure are the same thing.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I take a big drink also, the bartender not making a sissy mans drink as I put it down on the bar. I get back on my feet and step up into you a bit, asserting my space a bit and grabbing your bicep and giving it a squeeze. “You did have quite the left hook and elbow combination,” as my cock starts to stiffen more in my board shorts as well, feeling that hard Aussie muscle. “But if I remember right, I put you down in our last fight.” I say with a smirk, knowing it will get your juices going if you were the same man I remembered. And so far, so good. “Have you continued to fight?” I ask, trying to mask my face of anything that gives away what I know about you.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Fuck me, but Brad sure remembers how to push my buttons. He brings up our second fight, where he got me out of nowhere after I’d been punishing him and dominating him for the majority of the battle. And the dude is right up in my space, grabbing my muscle. Fuck but that feels good. My own hand casually reaches forward and gives those thick, muscled quads of his a big squeeze. I smile right back at him as I take another swallow of my drink. “Hell yeah, I’ve continued to fight. You know Brad, there are two things I have on my bucket list. The first is to fight you again. The second is to fuck you again. We both know that your second win was a fluke. I want to settle that question of who is better.” I look at Brad eye to eye, letting both desires, the urge to fuck and to fight show up in my gaze and in the way I start massaging that thick quad, inching closer to him with my body, leaning forward in my stool to take up more of his space with my beef.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Trevor leans into me, the two of us similar height but I got him by 10 or so pounds, holding my space on him as we get intimately close. “You’re lucky I’m here by myself...like you getting a little rest and relaxation,” I say, taking in more of my drink. “I’d heard that this bar would have some decent men who could hold my attention. I wasn’t expecting to find you, that’s for sure. But now that I have, I’d say we should handle those bucket list items.” I lean in and lock lips with Trevor, moving my tongue in on him, working to penetrate his mouth as I let my hand drop down his body and give a little ruffle to his manhood, feeling the hard pole and giving it a little massage for a few seconds with my hand. I pulled back after about 15 seconds, looking straight into your eyes. “But let’s be clear. I was the alpha after our last fight. And I’m the alpha still. If you want me to remind you of that, I’m fine with it. You got a place we can go?”

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My veins are throbbing in time with my dick as I lock lips with Brad again, the taste of him as we kiss bringing back the sense experiences of all those years ago. My breath is heavy, and I let my hand stray over to his own package, gripping his tool with a hungry grasp. When Brad breaks off his kiss, and looks me in the eye, I’m not at all surprised that he wants to claim alpha status. My urge to fight him boils in my balls. “I’m fine with proving to you that the second fight was a fluke, so let’s take it back to my place. I’ve got a private little beach side holiday cottage that will give us the space we need to settle this… and…” I squeeze that cock again, “.. take care of other matters.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My cock responds more to your touch, firming up and tenting my board shorts out as you squeeze it. I run my hand up your shirt and feel the cheese grater, what I used to call your abs many years ago, feeling just as hard if not harder. The last time we had seen each other, touched each other, was when we were kids. Trevor was quite the man now. It was a shame I had to kill him. But necessary. The ASG’s young crop of agents was one of the best in the world and they couldn’t be allowed to continue developing this way.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I look at the bartender, drinking down the remainder of the glass, the alcohol hitting me in a wave as I put it back down. “Check please!” I say louder than I need to, making it clear I agree with Trevor’s suggestion. “I don’t know that it was a fluke,” I say, looking back at him, connecting with this blue eyes with my dark and intense stare. “But if you think it was, maybe we put a little more on this one. After all, the days at the camp they didn’t let fights go beyond a knock out. And we don’t get to see each other very much, it could be the last time for a while…”

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I felt the building sense of anticipation, the fight lust and man lust rising in me, driving my cock to full erection, in response to Brad’s touch and his challenge. Nothing fired me up like a good challenge. I replied, as we stood up, “Hell yeah, you know I’m game for upping the stakes. What do you have in mind?” I motioned for Brad to follow me as we navigated our way back through the bar, my thoughts and cock focused on getting this hot fighter back to my cottage.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: We walk through the bar and I go first toward the street, letting him see how hard my glutes are, the wide tapered back going down to my narrow waist, strong and smooth calves, all assets I would use later to punish Trevor. My large nipples started to harden a bit and as we got to the street, my cock was tenting like crazy. Another thing I hadn’t seen of his since we were 16 and I was curious just how much bigger he was.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: “I was thinking that the winner decides when he is done. No mercy, no rules, full on primal.” I smiled after saying that. “Make it clear in the end so there is no doubt between us. How does that sound?”

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Damn… as I heard Brad lay out his conditions, my cock twitched in my board shorts. A contest leaving no question that I was alpha… no rules… just beat him the fuck down until I’m done. Break him completely. A present for Seth. And even, if by some miracle he won, well, Seth would arrive and take care of business. But I was of two minds about turning him in, I knew I had to, but a part of me wished I didn’t, because I wanted more than just to beat the tough alpha.. “Agreed. On one condition. We fuck first, before we fight.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: He agreed more quickly than I thought he would. He must be really confident in winning. The offer was risky. I could lose, and lord knows what would happen then. But that was the risk I also loved, thrived on and that made me successful. All of my risks had worked so far, and that’s why I was now taking on level TP1 missions.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I replied with a smile. “You’re too fucking hot to not fuck first. Two rounds each on top? Then if after the fight the winner wants to continue, they can own the loser. My other condition is we fight naked. I want you unbridled in all of your glory when I take you. Fair?”

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I nodded, “Two rounds each on top, and if the winner of our fight wants to keep going, well, you won’t be able to stop from plumbing your hole again, would you?” Trevor grinned, his muscles flexing in anticipation of both the fuck and the fight to come. “As for fighting naked, I was assuming that all along. Only way to settle this man!”

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: A rickshaw without any passengers rumbled by, and I hailed it. We got in, and I gave the driver the address. The entire way back, I kept my hand resting on Brad’s crotch, feeling that thick alpha cock of his pulse in my grip, and daydreaming about how it was going to feel when I had him fucked up beneath my fists and feet, helpless and defeated, Unable to stop me from raping his hot ass to my heart’s content.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: We get into the rickshaw as you grab my cock and I pulse it in your hand, letting you feel the power there. “You want it bad inside you, don’t you,” I say with a smirk, not going for your cock in return. “It’s bigger than last time. I hope you’re ready for that.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Instead, I put my hand on your quad, giving it a squeeze, massaging it out, pulling your shorts up a bit, seeing how it pops off your femur with muscled definition. “You’ve definitely been staying in shape. What are you up to these days then? Is fighting paying the bills or you need to get a day job?” I ask, wanting to see how you jump through questions on your background.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: As the rickshaw speeds us towards my holiday cottage, I let Brad explore my thick quad, tight, veined, thick as fuck. My eyes are drinking in the bulge of his muscle hinted through his button up, content to wait until I get him alone to explore how he’d built his body since we’d last fought. Damn, I was looking forward to it.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: He asks me a question then about how I’m paying the bills. I focus on him, a half smile cracking my face. I wondered, briefly, did he know and was trying to put me off, or did he not know I was in the ASG? Hard to tell. Regardless, I had to play it as if neither of us knew the other’s true employer. How fucking ironic would it be if, at the end of the day, both of us know…. I reply, “C’mon Brad, how could I ever have a job where I didn’t get to use these?” I flexed my bicep, bulging out hard and tight as a baseball, “I opened an MMA school back in Sydney, and marketed myself to the kids of rich bastards. I’m making a killing, it pays crazy good, I get paid to teach fighting and stay in top shape. Ideal. What about yourself?”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I look the other way briefly, a smile creeping on my face as he gives me this bullshit drivel of an MMA school back in Sydney. I love it though, he was ready for the question and didn’t hesitate. I turn back,the smile wiping from my face. “I’ve been working construction back in the States. For the family that sent me to the Lethwei camp, actually. And I’ve kept active fighting in the underground. I’d always wanted to come to Thailand so after my last fight, I decided to make the trip. I had planned to train a bit while here but since you’re here, well we can train together. Nice to see you went high brow to train those up and comers. They have a lot to learn from you.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: “I got to say, you’ve grown quite a bit. What were we, 170 last time I saw you. You hit hard then. But your stamina is what did me in. You were my first in a few things. First loss, first man…I can’t believe it's been so long and how lucky we are to revive it.” The rickshaw pulled up in front of the cottage where I’d seen you for the first time a few hours before and I got out, paying for it since you got the drinks.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I sit back and listen as Brad gives me his bullshit about being a construction worker. He’s an excellent liar though, and if I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t have suspected a thing. As the rickshaw pulls up, and Brad settles the bill, we start walking towards my cottage, set back from the road, and surrounded by shade trees. “Construction huh? Better than being stuck behind a desk! I can tell that you’ve been training like a beast over the years. I can’t wait to see how your skills have grown along with your body.” I look at Brad in stark admiration. I reach the door, and put the key in the lock, opening the door and stepping in. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about having round two with you man. Like you said, meeting you was a lot of firsts. Now it’s time to have some seconds.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I walk behind you to the cottage door, scoping it out more closely as the moonlight on the ocean lit the night sky more than normal. The ocean’s waves were loud enough to drown out a lot of sound that would be coming from us over the next several hours. And the only other homes were well down the beach, the dunes making it nice and private as well. I grabbed Trevor’s hips as he stopped to open the door, running my hand up under his shirt to feel that soft tanned skin, running my hand up in front of his chest against his abs as I pinned my hips to his ass, my cock semi hard and pressed against his ass. “I’ve been missing you too,” I say, stepping in with you and letting you go and reaching up to grab your shoulder and turn you around, pushing you to the wall just past the door and pressing you up against it, again invading your mouth with my tongue as I run my hand up against your bulge, massaging your dick. After a long kiss, I pulled back from you and grinned. “I needed that. I want thirds and fourths too you hot Aussie motherfucker.”

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: As I stepped in, Brad’s stiff piece was surfing my ass, and then he turns me around and pins me to the wall, as I taste him again. It’s been far too long since I’ve last had that pleasure, losing myself in his hot mouth, tongue’s wrestling. My right hand works under his shirt, feeling the ridges of those magnificent slabs of ab armour, then around the back, grasping the thick layers of muscle on that back, and dropping into those board shorts to feel those hard ass globes. Brad pulls back from his kiss, and I reply, “All night long.” Then, with a heave, I lift the muscled stud off his feet with my grip on his ass, steadying him with my left hand under his shoulder blade, and walk across the cottage, laying his studly body out on the rug beneath me, lowering myself onto him, my cock aching to get free of the board shorts, as my hands begin driving under that shirt, feeling the thick, hard muscle beneath it.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Trevor picks me up easily, feeling his powerful hands gripping my body securely, the blond muscle stud walking us backward as I mount his torso with my legs, giving him a good squeeze as I ride him across the room, leaning down and continuing to kiss him on the neck just until he tips me over and puts me down. I release my grip on his torso and fall to the ground on my back, my legs spread inviting him in. Most men I would never do this for but the respect and memory of how tough he was and how hot he was make me OK with it. “Just like you, it looks bigger than the last time I saw it,” I say with a smirk, seeing the push on your board shorts, your manhood demanding release as I grab it through the fabric and stroke it a few times while you pull my shirt back. My thickly muscled torso rising and falling with each breath, my pronounced pec shelf stretched and relaxed as my nipples harden a bit. I lay there shirt open looking up at you. “Let’s see that body, Trev. Show me the man you are now.” I ask, continuing to jack you through those board shorts, slowly, wanting to work your cock slow and steady, running my finger around the helmet slowly with each upward thrust.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I finish running my hands over that superbly muscled torso of Brad’s, feeling how much it had grown and hardened in the intervening years. I sit up straight, straddling the stunning stud as his hand works my cock slowly through the tented crotch of my board shorts. I grin slowly, and reach up, unbuttoning my shirt one button at a time, showing off more and more of my ripped elite-level fighter’s physique, tatted and shredded. I shrug my shirt off, and toss it aside, looking down at Brad with a challenging glint in my eye, not saying a word, just pointing at his own shirt.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I watch Trevor strip out of his shirt slowly, fuck those abs are incredible, his definition better than mine, my extra 10 pounds coming in muscle that made me thicker and a bit less defined than him. As he pulled off his shirt, the lion tattoo over his heart was obviously still there - the metaphor not lost on me when you considered the fight I knew he had in him. I reached my hand up from his cock and ran it up those abs. “Fuck Trev, you are crazy ripped.” I compliment him. “Those are some serious ab bricks.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: He points at me and he’s already started the work so I finish it, bringing my hands down and slowly unbuttoning my shirt, opening it fully while laying on my back. Then I flex my abs and sit up, turning my abs into a full eight pack, keeping Trevor between my legs as I pull the shirt off, revealing my tattoo’d torso, then pumping my pecs at him back and forth, my upper chest condensing and bulging as I reach out and grab him by the hair again and pull him in for a deep kiss, again going back to work on that tool straining his board shorts.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I watch in admiration as Brad pulls off his own shirt, revealing his thickly muscled torso, hard layers of fight-toughened beef. My eyes are drawn to the stylish tribal tattoos on his upper arms, accentuating the thick mass of those well-developed biceps and triceps. I let one hand rest on those abs, not as cut as mine, but thicker, denser. The flex and vibration of all that core power sends twitches to my dick. “You always were a powerhouse Brad, and it looks like you’ve gone whole hog on that theme!” Then Brad pulls me down into another kiss, which I don’t exactly resist. I let my weight rest on top of the thick contours of his muscled torso, pushing hard into the kiss, my hands feeling up his arms towards his hands.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Showing fine coordination with my feet, as you’d expect from an elite fighter, I kick off my sandals, then using the toes of my left foot, I hitch the waistband of Brad’s board shorts and slowly push them down. Keeping my kiss going full strength, diving in and out of that mouth with my tongue, I use my right foot to slowly begin to explore that now exposed cock, running my big toe up and down along the vein, brushing the pre-cum dripping tip.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: You keep the kiss going as you slowly pull my board shorts off, my hard cock putting up some resistance as you slowly work it, pushing into my mouth as you finally triumph and release my manhood, my thick 8.5” cock releasing and swaying back and forth, my cock helmet moist from my pre as I groan. I reach up with both hands, releasing your dick and grab both of your nipples, slightly smaller than mine but still sizable as I run my fingers around them before pinching and then giving a light twist as I keep pulling you into me, putting a little pain into your nips as I attack your mouth more, a full on sexual battle starting between us.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: As Brad’s hands seek out my tight, erect nipples, the touch sends a shudder through my body. The slight pain from the twisting motion is exciting and exhilarating, eliciting a moan from me as I break off the kiss and hover over you, staring down into those intense eyes… For a moment, the idea flashes in my brain that I am staring into the eyes of my deadly enemy … or my ideal man… both at the same time. The paradox is strangely thrilling, and spread my legs, and drop my hips, suddenly driving the tip of my hard cock spear like into Brad’s heavy nutsack, parting his balls, and slowly and sensously driving my cock up between those juicy nuts and along the shaft of his cock, leaving a trail of precum in its wake.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I feel your body shudder as I remember the lightning rods that were your nipples, that never changed. Your dick then takes a swipe at mine, escalating the battle as you drive your tip into my balls. I release an exhale, the pain is pleasure, as your cock attacks mine, bending it backward toward my abs as we go underside to underside, the precut glistening on my shaft and sickening the surface. Your body weight comes down on me and pushes me onto my back again as you look down into my eyes, the fire in those eyes wanting to dominate me sexually and physically. As your tip makes it way up to mine, my back gets pressed down and I bring my left leg up toward my body, then erupt with power, bridging to my right and looking to roll us over on the rug, looking to take the top position on Trevor and working my hips to fuck his cock with slow hard strokes, my helmet working the underside of his shaft, trying to pin it to his body as I look back at him, steel determination in my eyes as I want to own you more and more in every possible way.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I let my weight and muscle bear down on Brad, my cock surging as it drives against his hard shaft. I’m not really surprised when the tough American explodes from beneath me, the surge of power he unleashes is spectacular. I don’t try to block it, don’t want our fight to end quite yet, I’m willing to let Brad take top spot for the moment. To be honest, I can’t say having all that thick muscle and dripping cock on top of me is entirely unpleasant. I growl my eyes flashing as I catch the glint of alpha domination in Brad’s gaze as he takes top, fucking my cock with his own piece of meat. I shudder with the pleasure, then reach up and seize Brad’s tight nips in my thumb and forefinger, rubbing them back and forth, adding in a little pain to spice up the pleasure.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Then my hands move down towards those ass globes, as my abs tighten, flexing as I partially crunch. With a sudden heave, I pull him forward towards my core, and thrust my hips, stabbing his crack with my cock, leaving a trail of pre staining the entrance to that fine, hot ass.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I give you a bit of a preview of the power I have as I flip you and start working your dick with mine, getting a hot growl out of you, the two of us like animals as we look to dominate, my cock stimulating yours, matching mine inch for inch. As you go for my nips, perfectly formed on the tips of my sizable pecs as you grab them and twist. ‘Mmmm,’ I groan out as you pull me forward, over the top of you as you thrust your hips forward, moving toward my crack, feeling the threat from your manhood. I remember the first time you penetrated me, the painful pleasure would only be that much greater this time. Our bodies start to sweat as we get a bit rougher with each other as I grab your left wrist and pin it back onto the ground, using my top position and body weight to hold you down. As you thrust up again to work my crack, I slide my other hand down under your ass and probe for your hole, trying to slide two fingers in and prime it. “This is going to be the best night of your life Trev,” I say with a smile, knowing I fully intend to finish this hot Aussie agent after our night of fun.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I want to relive the experience of fucking Brad again. He was the first man I ever penetrated, and I can’t wait to feel that tight ass take my cock once more. Brad reaches forward, as sweat starts to bead on his muscled torso, glinting in the faint light of the holiday cottage. I start driving my cock against that ass with harder thrusts, grunting with the pleasure and effort. Brad reaches forward showing off his strength as he pins my left wrist to the carpet. My left arm flexes hard, the bicep popping into hardness, the veins standing out against my tattooed left forearm. I gasp suddenly as Brad reaches down behind me, battering at my ass, demanding entry. Not giving it up right away, I grin, and clench it tighter, will make him work for it.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My right hand reaches up, and I run it up and down Brad’s left side, feeling that muscle. Then, I thrust up with my right foot, and twist my abs, overbalancing Brad so we both topple to our sides. My legs get all tangled with his, as he keeps trying to penetrate my ass. I lean forward as we are tangled side to side, and drive my mouth onto his, tongue going in deep.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Those thrusts get harder and harder, more explosive as I feel your body working. “Don’t wear yourself out big boy,” I say playfully, knowing its not the case as I keep probing that hole with my fingers right up until the time you bridge and twist, toppling me over onto my side as our legs tangled up. My fingers keep working your hole as you attack my mouth again, taking me off guard as you own the exchange between our lips, my fingers still feeling resistance from your ass muscles as you close yourself off to me. I pull my hands off your ass and back in front, grabbing your cock and stroking it, the pre slickening it a bit, feeling the heat and power radiating from your tool. So much alpha in you that needs to be tamed.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I pull my head back from the kiss I’m losing and push up on my hand, getting to my knees as quickly as I can, and groping for your ankles, looking to lift one leg up over my head so I can get in between your legs and prepare what I’d been wanting since I learned you were my target. “I’m going to fuck you first, and I’m going to fuck you last, Trev,” I growl, looking to line my head up with your hole

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Brad pulls back from his attempt to invade my ass, instead going back to my cock, my thick hard meat pulsing beneath his grip. He breaks off the kiss, then scrambles up to his knees, grabbing my ankles and lifting my leg over his head. I know exactly what he’s going for. He wants in my ass. I figure that I owe him first fuck. After all, this is all a setup. Tomorrow by this time, he’ll be recovering from a savage beatdown, and he’ll be the property of the ASG. Least I can do is give him first fuck. I growl back, “You are a greedy bastard, aren’t you Brad? You want up this ass first? Go for it. Cause you aren’t going to be in any shape to fuck anything tomorrow!”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I get a little resistance but not much, till you growl back at me. The aggression between two alphas fucking is always intense and it’s no exception here as we keep building it up. I yank you hard by the legs and pull you in, setting my cock head straight up against its target, ready to penetrate you, but pausing to see your reaction, cool and collected. “I’m going to fuck you tomorrow Trev. After I beat the fuck out of you, man to man. I am the better fighter, and I’m going to make sure you know it deep down tomorrow.” And with that, I pull you onto my cock instead of driving into you,without any more lube than the little bit of pre that had been leaking from my big cock head, driving all the way into your ass, probing for your prostate, impaling your ass and only when I finally get resistance do I add my hips into it. I smirk, looking down at you and slap you open handed across the face, keeping my full meat inside your ass. “You are as tight as ever,” I growl with a smile.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: It’s clear that Brad is as total an alpha as I am. He knows just what to say to rile me up. His statement was a fucking challenge, and made me want to start our fight right then and there. But I controlled my alpha lust. It could wait. This was my final gift to him, to pay for the set up I’d lured him into. Then, with a shock of pain that I welcomed into my core, Brad’s cock drove home, alpha strong into my ass. I controlled my reaction, grunting from the intensity of the intrusion, mastering my body and my reflexes. Then, Brad drives his hips into the thrust, and slaps me across the face. My eyes spark as the alpha warrior inside me rose up, but I kept the leash tight. I fed on the fury, banking it, stoking it, to use in my return fuck and my fight tomorrow. I was hating every second of this, and at the same time, loving it. Renewing the connection we’d forged all those years ago. I reached up and grabbed his wrist as he pulled it back from slapping me. The grip is strong sure, and unyielding as my fingers begin exploring every fibre of that powerfully muscled, forearm, slowly working up, even as he thrust deeper into my ass, getting grunts out of me, I focused my senses on exploring the musculature of that incredible arm, working up to the tattooed bicep, tracing the patterns there, as though I was locking every alpha inch of his body into my memory.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The slap is loud in the small cottage and my cock pulses after i connect with it, flexing inside your ass as I have you impaled, seeing the fury in your eyes but seeing it tempered as well. ‘He’s good,’ I think to myself quickly in the moment. ‘Control over his emotions. There is no way that Trevor fucking Crawford had turned into a power bottom since last we met, especially given how tight he was. The mental game between us would be intense, no doubt. You grab for my arm and start working it, feeling the power as I flex it into corded thick muscle for you as my hips start to pound your hole, slow and rhythmically, reaching out again for your nipples, dragging your one arm with mine as it continues to feel me up. I pinch them hard again, then twist them even harder, looking to flood your body with pain and pleasure as I keep opening up what is a very tight ass. I look down into his eyes “I remember watching your body fall to the canvas…..umph….. in our last fight, Trev. Totally ummmphh….helpless, no power in it whatsoever, fully owned. I can’t wait to do it again.” I grunt out as I put increasing pressure on your upper back and neck.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My hand makes its way up Brad’s arm to his shoulder, methodical, intricate, tracing out every single fibre. Brad reaches out for my nipples, and sweet, sharp pain smashes through my body as the nips are twisted harder, then harder yet. I shiver. For a fighter like myself, I have long since learned not to view pain as an enemy, but simply as the other side of pleasure. The sensation mixes with the pain from my ass, the tightness in my cock, and then, with a powerful shiver, the sudden, rare sensation of a cock punching into my prostate. I let myself float on the sea of sensations, the pain, the pleasure, the tightly leashed alpha rage that seeks to resist being fucked, riding it like a tightrope walker, twisting it, tasting, glorying in it. If I’ve learned one thing in my years of training under Seth, it was how to control my emotions and urges, to make them serve me rather than the other way around. The mark of a true Alpha.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I grin broad and wide, my abs crunching, lifting my torso up, pushing my body into the pain as Brad works my nips, in response to the challenge thrown in my face. “One lucky shot Brad, does not an Alpha make. You seem to forget that I had nearly beaten your ass to a bloody pulp before you pulled that off. This time, there will be no lucky shots.” I crunch up tighter, and then my hand switches targets, my fingers spread wide as I sink a claw into those magnificent abs of his, feeling the hard, steel-cable like bricks pulsing and contracting as I dig my fingers in, delivering a small shot of pain back at him. My eyes flashed, and suddenly, a spurt of pre-cum was jolted out of my cock, in response to a particularly sweet dick punch to my prostate.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I feel those glutes tighten around my dick as you try, successfully, to stimulate my manhood. The memory of our last fight comes to me again and you were not wrong - you had me hurting, the only guy to that point to have beaten me and you were on your way to possibly doing it again. But that uppercut and hook combo rocked you so bad. I still remember the projectile spit and the cracking sound as that hook broke his nose. Coming back to reality, it made my cock flex inside you, forcing me to slow down, knowing we had a long night ahead as you tightened up that hot ripped body and caused me to moan in pleasure as a gob of pre ejects inside of you.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My heavy balls slap up against your body, slowly churning as my hips continue to pound your tight body. Then your hand shifts, moving down to my abs casually until you strike, clawing with your nails into my ab bricks. My abs instinctively tighten as I look down and see the grip you have, the white fingers and corded forearms. “I’m going to drag the fight out this time, Trev. You’re going to beg for it to end.” I feel another shot of pre escape me, my balls lifting slightly as the mental picture in my head changes to the torture I’m going to put you through, picturing you mounted on the wall just next to us, fully broken and begging for death. Oh how sweet it would be making that final statement on who the alpha was between us. I am pulled back into the moment and the aggression causes me to send another open handed slap toward your right cheek, my pounding of that ass getting faster and faster.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My fingers are dug deep into those incredible steel-cabled abs. I looked up into Brad’s eyes, then I grinned, riding the tidal wave of sensations, pain, pleasure, alpha rage, all of it. I feel Brad’s thick, powerful cock giving a little twitch inside my ass. Once more Brad tries to get inside my head, insisting he’s going to take me. But I know better. I know who the real alpha is. Then, he slaps my face with an open hand blow, and in response, my grip on those abs tightens. A vision of Brad, laid out, slack jawed as my fist smashes into his handsome face and my cock is raping that hot ass one final time before Seth arrives. I’m gonna make that reality. My balls start to boil, and feel my load starting to rise up.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The slap to your face is so satisfying as I feel your fingers continue to claw my abs, the pain sinking in and burning my core but it fuels me, my thrusts getting harder and faster as I look to pound a load out of yours and my cocks, grunting with each thrust now. I sink my hand into those blond locks and pull your head up, your eyes never leaving mine, pulling my fist back and getting ready to strike but not striking, the vision of what I plan on doing to you in just a few hours nearly a reality as my arm shakes, holding back the aggression, my hips rotating, flexing, pushing and pulling into and out of you at a rapid pace, holding the pose. “You won’t see this tomorrow….when those eyes are swelled shut, so get a good look now of what I will look like while punishing you.” I taunt, feeling my balls lift more, pre running from my cock now, the lubrication and my rough and angled fucking now letting me really pound your ass.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I tense, my abs crunched, lifting me partway up off the floor, my hand sunk deep into the pulsing muscle mass of Brad’s warrior core, feeding off that strength. I look up, unflinching and unafraid at that cocked fist. I take in that alpha aggression coming off Brad in waves, drinking it in, using it to build up the raging fury, the desire to fuck this hot ass warrior in the ass, to smash him, own him, make him know who the boss is. Allowing him to fuck me first enraged my inner alpha, but it was all a tool, emotion to be channeled and used. Suddenly my balls clenched tight as Brad drilled into me with renewed force. My eyes open wider, and I have to start fighting to keep my load in, the desire to release growing stronger and stronger. I drink in every inch of that battle-forged muscle with my eyes, gasping out my reply, “You are going to look great covered in blood.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I see your eyes open wide and feel your body trying to fend me off but I’m committed now, looking to force the load from your cock as it bounces against your abs or go down trying as my cock will blow soon. “We are going to look good together,” I grunt out as your grip on my abs continues to channel a throb in my loins and core, my balls pulling up almost into my body as the pounding is enough to shift the area rug we’re on, my hands grabbing your legs and digging into your muscled calves, squeezing hard as my arm work to pull and push you in rhythm with my hips, powering the hardest thrusts I can muster into your hole, looking to tear it open nice and wide, not looking for sensual sex but a proper breeding of the man I fully intend to kill in a few hours.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Every muscle in my body tenses tighter and tighter as Brad increases the power and savagery of his cock thrusts, turning his invading manhood into a weapon designed to rip my hole to shreds. My grin only gets wider, and I respond by drinking in the pain, and clenching my ass as tight as I can, embracing the pain lancing through my invaded ass, giving your cock the tightest hole it’s ever had. My eyes flash, as I balance all the emotions, passions, sensations rippling through my elite body. If Seth taught me anything, he taught me the importance of self-control and discipline. Brad might be fucking me, but he was not going to make me cum first. “We already look good together Brad.” I forced the words out through the increasing strain of intense self-control, my balls screaming for me to let go, to let my seed out. Not yet.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Each thrust coming with a grunt, sweat starting to run down between my pecs and from my temple, the hot, no air conditioned cottage a steamy environment for such rigorous activity. Then all of a sudden I feel the swell in my balls, and I’ve pushed myself beyond the point of no return. I double down, knowing what is about to happen as my balls lift further, my shaft turning to steel inside of you as you grip it the best way you can, my pre making it near impossible to slow the thrusts as I pound harder and harder into you with everything I have. Speed and power, and then a loud roar of pleasure as my cock explodes, roping hot white alpha cum up inside you with hard explosive shots. Quickly I overflow the space as my alpha cum drips out of you with nowhere to go, thrusting slowing and then coming to a stop as I fall down between your legs onto your chest. “Fuck you take a dick well,” I gasp out between ragged breaths, giving you several more passionate kisses on the neck.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Focusing every ounce of will on controlling the burning need to release my nuts, my eyes stay locked on Brad’s with a fierce intensity, challenge flashing in them. I feel Brad suddenly roar, his entire body tensing harder than steel as I feel the unmistakable sensation of having my ass filled up with thick, rich ropes of warrior seed. I teeter on the balance, the sensation coming so close to pushing me over the edge. But Seth’s training held. I passed the danger point, and started to come down. My first load would be saved for Brad’s ass. I feel his alpha cum dripping out of my ass, and a shudder passes through my sweat-drenched muscle. Pleasure and pain singing in my veins, as Brad’s muscle collapses onto my chest. I kiss Brad back as he attacks my neck with passion, my hand releasing his abs to rub across his broad shoulders and back, the surge of lust bubbling inside me. I respond, “I do everything well.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: There wasn’t any dispute about that. The kid could fuck. The kid could fight. And if the situation was different, he’d be a great guy to hang out with. But this was all business and I needed to keep the focus on that. I stayed inside of Trevor as my cock softened slightly, then finally pulled out as he released his vice claw on my abs, causing me to exhale and smirk as the pain started to fade away. “I thought I had you there, wanted to see you shoot that load. I guess it’s coming for me now?” I said with a wicked smile, knowing that he’d likely been spending the past 30 minutes thinking up exactly how he wanted to get his revenge as I had plowed him thoroughly.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I chuckle as Brad finally pulls out of my ass with a plop, dragging a streamer of his seed as he does. “The problem with you Brad, is discipline. That’s why I’m going to beat you again, but first, you are right, it’s coming for you now.” I gather my power, and bridge up with my hips, popping up with a surge of strength, tossing Brad’s heavy muscle off to my side. I roll out from under him, then as he rolls over to his front to push up and reposition, I slide on top of his back. Fuck, the thick strands and ripples of Brad’s powerful, thick muscled back feel incredible beneath the weight of my pecs and abs. My hands slid down his arms, sensuously feeling up his biceps and triceps. My cock teases his ass crack as my legs find purchase on the bunched up throw rug beneath us, crumpled in the heat of my fucking.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I laugh, my body rising and falling quickly on top of your chest as you lecture me about discipline. “I think it’s more that you just know how to take a cock in the ass better than I do, which is a skill I’m willing for you to have more discipline at than me.” With that, you bridge me off to the side as i roll over onto my back, then stomach, starting to get up onto my knees when I feel you flatten your muscled torso onto my back, that hard cock, still wet with your pre running up and down my crack as you mount me solidly, running your arms down mine. Your head is close to mine as I wear you like a piece of clothing, not resisting like I normally would if someone were to try this. An ass for an ass after all, i think the saying went when it came to alphas fucking.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I chuckle at your observation. “It’s a skill that you won’t have any choice but to learn before I’m finished with you.” My hands continue their trajectory down those arms, massaging those forearms, then moving up to Brad’s thick traps and down his lats. I push my head right next to his, chewing on his ear, and kissing that solid, muscled neck. Then my ankles twine under and over his thick calves, our muscled legs locking together as I sink in a grapevine, my thighs pulsing with power as I spread his legs to open up that ass. Then, with a twist of my hips and a moan of pleasure, I stick my cock right at his rear door. I tease it for a moment, feeling the hard, solid globes of muscle guarding the castle gates. Then, my abs tense, my grip on Brad’s lats tenses, and my hips thrust down, driving my alpha manhood into its natural receptacle.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: You continue your full mount of my body as I hold steady, your 190 pounds easily manageable. I feel your ripped abs and meaty pecs press against my back but don’t resist, my brain fighting me on it but it knows the situation as well. “You’d have to kill me before I learn to accept that,” I say in a joking tone, foreshadowing the affair of what I intend to do with you. My cock hangs out in front of me, dripping on the carpet still as you grapevine my legs, feeling the power of your leverage as you spread me more, opening me up, teasing it with dramatic effect as you nibble on my ear. Your dick teases my entrance, stopping as if not wide enough, then you wrench on my legs more, not satisfied as I give you some resistance. “Hey, I’m not as flexible as you are there buddy. You gotta work with what you got.” And you do, after feeling my glutes, hard and tensed, you thrust those hips down into me and impale your thick Aussie cock straight into me. I gasp out as you do, the pain of being penetrated both mental and physical but I have it under control, muscles across my body firing, ass clenching around your shaft, creating tight friction as I slowly exhale. It’s a sensation I haven’t felt in years but was worth it to remember Trevor and our first time together. Give him one last thing before I kill him.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: The experience of penetrating Brad again brings me back to our first fuck, all those years ago. My first time fucking another man, and not only a man, but a total alpha stud like Brad. The sense memories flooded me, and my tempo increased, carried away by the present and the past at the same time. My hands dug deep into Brad’s muscled lats, roaming up to his thick, broad back, slathered with hard, hot muscle. I groaned with exquisite pleasure, leaning down to put my mouth next to his ear, as my legs tensed in time with the throbbing of my nuts. “And here we are again Brad… right where we started. You weren’t flexible enough then, and you aren’t now, but in both cases I didn’t give a fuck. Mmmmmm” I slammed in deeper, the aching need for penetration carrying my deep inside this stud, the slick sheen of sweat between my beefy pecs and abs and his thick, muscled back aiding the thick, constant slams of my dick deep up that hot ass. Already hugely aroused, my balls were churning with need.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Your hands dig in deep against my thick, powerful muscle as your hips gyrate, fucking me like a stallion fucks another horse and your sizable cock sure feels like it as your legs tense, the leverage able to control mine even though they are not as strong as mine. The sweat between us makes your pounding my body even louder as I know without shooting that first load, you are going to take less time than I did. I arch my back upward a bit, lifting you and then using my core to clench my insides, looking to create more friction against that dick as I moan out again, your dick stabbing my prostate every few thrusts. “I’m going to test the limits of your flexibility soon enough, Trevor. I want to find your breaking point.” I growl as my cock bounces back and forth between my legs hanging down, dripping seed onto the carpet.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I’ve really found my rhythm now, driving hard thrusts with savage spurts of power gathered from my core, my hips surging down, spearing my cock as deep into Brad’s guts as I can, the need to go ever deeper spurring me forward. My hands reach forward, traveling once again down those awesome shoulders, thick biceps, meaty triceps, down those flexed forearms to grab Brad’s hands in mine, intertwining my fingers in Brads hands, the force of each thrust slamming down into those hands, causing our locked bodies to inch slowly across the floor, the bunched up carpet inching with us. The tropical heat in the un-air conditioned cottage continued to build up, as both of us were absolutely dripping with sweat.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Gasping, between each long-dicked thrust, I replied, “Your breaking point is a lot easier to find… than ….. Mine……….” With a sudden convulsive final prostrate-punching power-packed dick punch, I smashed into Brad’s ass, my balls clenching, removing all restraints on my baby makers, groaning in deep, thick pleasure as rope after rope of my thick seed blasts out of my cock to fill up Brad’s hot alpha ass. After a long held moment of tension, all my muscles suddenly slackened, and I collapsed on Brad’s back, breathing hard, covered in sweat, and filled with deep satisfaction. I kept my cock inside his ass, reveling in the post-fuck sensation of his tight ass cradling my dick as my own alpha seed began to leak out of his ass in tiny dribbles.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I feel your body tighten up and your cock turn as hard as ever as you pound me hard in the last several seconds, each jab to my prostate stimulating my cock to flop forward, closing my eyes to keep control of my load, a shot of pre firing out but that is all before you erupt into my ass, your cock roping several times into me before you slow down and come to a stop, resting on top of me, my body supporting your full weight as i feel your breathing slow as well, both of us covered in sweat. As you lay there, i turn to the side and tip you off, looking to get you off of me so I can kiss you again, shifting onto my side and facing you, sliding in close as i bring my leg up and over yours, pulling you toward me and locking lips with you, going into a long makeout session, sensual and tough but not overly aggressive. Finally I stop, swiping some of your seed off of your cock helmet and bringing it up your chest to your nipples, eyes locking with you. “You are one hot man, Trevor Crawford. Just don’t hate me for what I’m going to do to you next.” I say with a wicked grin, getting ready to pounce and go for round 2 on your ass.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I lay there for a few more moments, letting my weight rest on top of Brad’s thick, hefty muscle before his hard body tips me off beside him. We intertwine our bodies. After a while, Brad announces his intentions, and I grin, my own cock already having recovered, ready for round two. The rest of the night passes in a blur of sensation, sex, pain, pleasure, sheer delight. Brad fucks me again on the carpet, filling my ass once more with his alpha spunk. We recover while I lay my chiseled muscle on top of his incredible chest. Then, with wicked intentions, I heave Brad up into my arms and carry him against the wall, fucking him with his back braced to the wall, pounding my cock up between those fine ass globes. After we collapse in a sweaty heap and spend more time kissing, we recharge with some water, then head to the bed, the pace slowing down, but the intensity not changing a single iota, as we continued to fuck and kiss until the early hours of the morning, dawn not too far off, when we both fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The first thing I feel is the breeze off the water, and the smell of Trevor’s body up against mine. I feel his cock, still hard pressing against my body as my eyes flutter open and I see his still closed, the golden locks of hair in total disarray as I assume mine would also be. Our bodies are intertwined and I take a couple of minutes, not stirring, just looking at the fine specimen next to me. What an epic night of sexual explosion. I smiled remembering it, a memory I’d hopefully have for a long time and in some ways sad that I’d never be able to replicate after today. I looked across the room and saw the clock - 13:57 it read.

12:26 AgentBradSterling:Slowly I pulled my body from Trevor’s and slid from the bed, naked and sticky from yesterday’s affair. I walked out of the bedroom to the outdoor shower and turned it on, rinsing myself off, soaping and shampooing and waking up. I needed to stay focused and get my mind in a good place for today. Trevor was tough as nails and he would be well trained with many new tricks as an agent of the ASG. I too needed to be ready also - the mental game would be where this fight was likely won.

12:26 AgentBradSterling:I turned off the shower and stepped out naked onto the cottage having a hedged in private area that had a patio and then sand all the way up to the ocean. I looked out at the ocean and slowly took a Tai Chi stance, bringing my hands together, lifting my leg to balance on one and kicking out, then twisting around and continuing to get my head in a mental place for where it would be needed for today’s final event.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I stir as I feel Brad slowly disentangling himself from me. I turn over, my eyes open, my senses still ringing with last night’s incredible experiences. Rich, thick, the hottest night of sex I’ve ever had. I felt a sense of regret that it would never happen again. I glanced at the clock, 13:58, Seth would arrive at 20:00. That gave me six hours to conquer Brad Sterling. I rose up from the bed, stretching out, noting the sticky residue of our intermixed cum coating my body. I let Brad have his privacy, knowing that both of us were now slipping into another zone, the fight zone. I went to the attached bathroom, and showered off the cum and sweat from last night’s incredible experience. An experience that I would never be able to repeat.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I felt cleansed after the shower ready, returning to the bedroom, going through a series of stretches and isometric exercises designed to heighten my awareness of my body/mind connection. I breathed in deep, clearing out all the random thoughts cluttering my brain, and focusing my will and body on the upcoming fight. When I felt prepared, I stood up, and naked, muscle cleaned, mind ready, I walked out to the back patio to find Brad and begin our final fight.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: When you come out to the patio, I am waiting, the sun beaming down on us and giving your body near perfect lighting to show off the muscle you’d spent years building up, your wet hair matted down, the killer look in your eye i’d seen a few times before but had forgotten about until right now where it really came out. My muscled pecs tightened and I bounced them back and forth at you, controlling my thoughts as best I could looking at that perfect body, naked in all its glory, your cock near perfection, cleaned up and ready for war. I keep my eyes locked on you, hands at my side. “Now for the fun part? I hope you left enough time for me to enjoy this before letting the ASG come in to save you” I said with a bit of a smile. The situation was deathly serious but I was never known to be someone to treat deathly situations that way. I did want to expose him though - if anything it might rattle him a bit and that would help, but if not, at least he would know that this fight was going to end one of us today and that me finding him here, stalking him and fucking him, were all his mistakes as a sub-par ASG agent.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I stand there a moment, fresh from the shower, centred and ready, eyes taking in his confident stance in the afternoon sun, that hard, chiseled body, tattooed muscle, thick, strong, chiseled. I watch the ripple move through his powerful chest as I begin to walk quietly towards him. My cock starts to stiffen with anticipation, and my eyes catch sight of Brad’s own manhood, thick and powerful. Then I heard his pronouncement. Well. I didn’t react in any visible manner, my pace unabated. I’d known from the outset that this was always a possibility, that both of us were fully aware of the other’s true occupation. It didn’t matter. Brad was here now, and the truth would make no difference to the outcome. I was going to fucking crush him, and he’d be all packaged up and ready for Seth this evening. I returned my own smile, and spoke finally. “There’s still time to run Brad, if you start now.” Then my smile splits even wider. “Oops. No, I guess that ship has sailed, because you’d have to get by me first. It will truly be a fucking shame to waste such a fine man, but you sealed your fate the day you chose to work for the Syndicate. Today, your fate catches up with you. Now that we both know what’s at stake, let’s settle this.”

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I move out slowly, circling cautiously, having said everything I need to say. My feet carefully slice through the sand as I start to circle, my hands held up, my muscles relaxed, and ready for anything, my eyes fierce.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I gauge Trevor’s reaction and he seems cool and collected. It was worth a shot. It was good to know we were on the same page then. “Why run when we can play?” I reply, I say bringing my hands up as you start to approach and circle, moving into a traditional lethwei boxing stance, tight guard and ready for anything as well. The setting was just like the traditional sandpit we used in Burma for our Lethwei training - rings were only brought in relatively recently for the sport with over a 1000 year history. I bounced on my feet as you approached and when you got within range of striking, I lashed out with a quick snap kick toward your right knee, looking to feel you out, then circle some more, not fully engaging.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: The similarity to the traditional sandpit was not lost on me, and again this felt like closing the circle, one we had left open from all those years ago. Except this time, the stakes were far, far higher. I’d delayed him through the night as we fucked each other’s brains out, now all I needed was to beat his ass for a few hours, and Seth would arrive to take custody. An impromptu mission well executed.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I kept my stance measured, and easily brought my left leg up to intercept that snap kick, taking it on my shin rather than my knee. I move in after Brad, smoothly closing the distance, snapping my leading left fist into a quick series of jabs targeting that handsome face before I switch my stance, and launch a surprise snap kick straight towards those washboard abs.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Feeling my foot connect with your shin made my body shiver, knowing the fight was on and it started fast as you checked my kick and quickly came at me, throwing a few jabs fast toward my head as I kept my guard tight. I didn’t back off much, the gap between us closing quickly as one of your jabs hits my forearm square and knocks it into my face but nothing significant hits. You switch your stance, staying aggressive and as you do, I shift mine, moving to the side where your kick comes from, blunting the effects as it still connects with my ribs but not with as much power. Shifting to my left I flank a bit and aim a left hook toward your jaw, following through it as I step in right on top of you, bringing my elbow through the punch to try and tag you with it. I then grope for your shoulder with my right hand and bring my right knee up into your ab bricks, grunting with the power behind my thickly muscled leg attack.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: One of my jabs glances off Brad’s forearm, but barely phases him when it hits his face. My foot slams into those ribs, but the power is lessened as Brad shifts to the side. We are in close quarters, up against each other, aggression and muscle driving us hard. My hard muscled right arm lifts up, elbow in tight against my face, absorbing both that left hook and follow up elbow with equal skill, the thick muscles of my arm rocking from the impact. Damn, that fucker put some muscle into that blow. That right hand comes forward for my shoulder, and I reciprocate with my left, seizing Brad’s thick muscled delt at the same time. I tense my abs, and take that incoming knee intentionally, the impact smashing into my armored core, sending a shockwave rippling across my hard warrior-trained bricks. Damn, that put a slight dent in my armor. But I have my opening, and surge forward before Brad can replant that knee, connected at the shoulders, seeking to throw him off balance, while I bring my right arm down, then up in a short sweet brutal uppercut targeting that solar plexus.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The sand shifts rapidly under our feet as we both start out full on lethwei like the old days, my punch elbow combination absorbed by Trevor’s muscled arm, feeling his hardened and body conditioned bones create a wall against me. But my knee is right there as I pound it up into his full 8 pack, arguably the strongest part of my body, my legs, working the strongest part of his body as it thuds off the armor. He takes it like a proper Lethwei fighter who had seen one too many days of bamboo training against that core as he mirrors his arm onto my shoulder and powers an uppercut straight into my core. I tense it as hard as i can, seeing it coming if not being able to block it in time, breathing out as the pain still rips into my body, bending me slightly into him. My cock hardens rapidly, pressing into his body as we are in close and I deliver a swift headbutt toward his nose, looking to use our close positioning to continue with our Lethwei style fight.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My fist smashes into Brad’s steel-hard core, rocking him hard enough that he can’t completely hide how much it impacted. My dick twitches with fight lust, turning stiff as a steel spike. We are right in close with each other, his cock jammed up against my hip, and mine pressed up against his. He smashes his forehead into my face, short and swift, my nose cracks a bit, and some blood trickles down my lip. I growl, twisting as I worm my right arm up between us, then with a brutal twist of my hips, flex my arm, expose my elbow, and slice it in, looking to tag Brad’s hard, hot jaw with my elbow. The sun is pounding down on both of us, sweat flowing freely, as the sand sprays out underfoot as we fight for dominance.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: We are right up on each other as i snap your head back but it comes back quickly, the blood trickling is the first of the fight but won’t be the last as you growl, twisting your arm into me and slicing it across my jaw, snapping it to the side as sweat and spit fly from my mouth, pain radiating from my jaw. The speed of the fight is intense as both of us are battle tested and hardened, used to taking the pain and punishment in a brutal fight. It allows me to stay toe to toe with you, to back down, standing toe to toe together. My hand staying gripped on your shoulder after the elbow, squeezing it tight and pulling you into me, swinging my right arm up the middle between us and looking to tag you with an uppercut to the jaw, my cock swiping at yours in the process.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My elbow makes solid contact with that handsome jaw, my dick surging in response to the hit. I growl, tensing my muscle for a follow up, when Brad pulls back causing me to shift my stance, creating enough space between us for a cheeky uppercut to rist up between our muscled torsos, tagging me in the jaw. My head snaps back, see a few stars in front of my eyes, as a dull ache radiates out from the impact spot. The opening blows are all being exchanged from close quarters, not quite enough power to do crippling damage, but they are starting the brutal process of wearing each other’s battle armor down. I feel Brad’s cock brush against mine as his torso flexes and shifts. My free arm snaps up, snaking behind Brad’s thick muscled neck, the sand spraying between my toes. I twist from my hips to open up some space, then with a grunt, snap my knee up high and tight, on a collision course for the Syndicate agent’s steel-plated abs.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The uppercut connects to your jaw as your head snaps up and back, the blood from your nose flicking off you as you take the punch and snap your head back toward mine. You hold your ground as your free arm snaps up toward my neck, gripping for it. I bring my arm up inside of yours and pound my forearm into yours, dislodging your grip on my sweaty neck, turning my body and sidestepping the knee as it comes up and just grazes my torso. I flank to your left side and bring my left elbow up toward your left eye, looking to rock and maybe cut you, both of us are giving it all we got early in the fight knowing that the fighter with the early advantage in our previous two encounters also won the fight in the end.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I feel you break my grip as I smash that knee up towards your core, expertly twisting to avoid my strike. FUCK. He comes in to my left side, driving that elbow in towards my eye. I pull my left arm in and up, my reflexes as always lightning fast, taking that elbow against my forearm. The force rocks my body to the side, and I lift up my right foot instantly, snapping my bare foot forward in a push kick to knock you back and throw you off balance, surging forward in its wake, lifting my right hand and spinning in a blur, aiming a spinning backfist right towards your jaw.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: It always was a speed vs. power battle for us as this fucking Aussie hasn’t changed a bit, that speed incredible as he blocks away the elbow, thinking I had him pegged. He is turned to the side but instantly brings his leg up and in to send me backward with the push kick, thudding into my body as I grunt out from the strike, containing the pain within my torso.

12:26 AgentBradSterling:I see you move into the spin as I step back a little further than you expect, your fist flying in front of my face. Just as it passes I pivot on my left leg and bring my right up in a roundhouse kick toward your face, grunting with the effort, putting all my power into it.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My kick snaps out, and forces Brad to backpedal, but my spinning backfist just misses his face. Brad is fast as fuck. Sweat is already coating my muscles, as the intensity of our fight builds. The afternoon sun helps matters along. I knew I was in trouble as soon as I missed that spinning backfist. And right enough, as I come out of my spin, I’m greeted with a massive right foot in my jaw, snaps my head savagely to the side as I spray out some bloody spit.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I’m seeing stars, backpedaling rapidly, sand spraying beneath my feet as I slice and shuffle, fighting hard to keep my balance. My fists up to guard my head as I fight to keep a tight guard and give myself the space I need to recover before Brad is all over my ass.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I know just as well as you do that you’re fucked as my leg comes at you and tags you in the jaw with the roundhouse kick, my size 11 foot crashing into your jaw as it rocks you. You stagger backward, looking to keep your balance as you bring your hands up to guard your head as I move after you as fast as I can, remembering our instructors back in Burma. “Stay with opponent! Not till he is on ground!” the 130 pound soaking wet Burmese trainer shouted at us in his high pitched squeaky voice. He was small but nobody fucked with him.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: As you slow your retreat and get your feet just under you, I plant my left leg and send a right push kick, looking to knock the breath from you and try to drop you onto the sand.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My jaw is throbbing as I concentrate, focusing through the pain. That’s always the way forward in a fight, right through the pain. I grunt as I see that right foot snapping forward. No time to think, only act. My hips twist, as I pivot on my right foot, away from that incoming kick. Pouring on the speed, I smash my right fist forward in a brutal hook, looking to bury my hard fist into Brad’s inner thigh as that right foot is extended to its max. Take out some of that awesome kicking power of his, and begin to punish the Syndicate agent.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My leg shoots out but for you, the attack was expected and even as you reeled you knew what to look for. Thinking wasn’t required, it was instinct. You twisted sideways with exceptional speed, speed beyond my own as my leg shot out and hit nothing but air. As it fully extended, the hook slayed into my leg, knocking it sideways and with it my body, staggering me to the right, feeling the pain shoot through the thick muscle as my cock whips from side to side, slapping into my thigh in reaction. I keep my hands up stepping a bit more gingerly as the initial sharp impact of pain starts to dull, circling you in the sand. “I’m going to feel that tomorrow, a gift from you,” I say with a smile. I keep my eyes laser focused on you, moving in slowly, knowing how dangerous you are I throw a left jab, letting it leak a bit wide trying to draw your guard to set up a right hook combo toward your left eye, again trying to step in on you, make my size felt as I follow through with my elbow.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My fists sinks deep into Brad’s thickly muscled thigh, sending him staggering hard to his right. I grin, “Too slow Brad. Always your problem. Too fucking slow. That’s just the first of many gifts.” I recover my own equilibrium, and slice out again, feet carefully stepping through the soft, hot sand. The sun is high, and the heat under its rays is intense, sweat dripping down my tattooed muscle. Brad moves in on me, and snaps out his left jab, I brush it aside with my right forearm. Then that right hook comes blasting in for my eye, but my guard is tight, and my left arm tightens against my face, blocking that shot, but the power behind it rattles me, sending me back. Damn, Brad has some serious power. That elbow comes in on the back of it, as Brad cuts me off, stepping into me. My right arm is still slightly out of position though, and as that elbow slices in, I can’t quite manage to block it. Fuck. Elbow tags me across the tip of my jaw, lightly snapping my head to the side, making me backpedal even more. Already fucked from that earlier kick, a dribble of fresh blood sprays out of my mouth, bringing the earlier injury back to the forefront.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Wanting some distance, I lean back on my right foot, and snap my left leg out for a quick side kick to your right thigh, then rechamber that leg, and shift it up, aiming a shot directly for your right hand ribs.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Our warrior bodies come together in a complex dance as we stand toe to toe and you defuse the damage I lay into you except for the elbow which catches your jaw, some of that fresh blood from your nose flying from your face. You peddle back, our feet and ankles coated with sand halfway up our calves as you gain just a little bit of distance on me and quickly bring up your kick toward my thigh. It thuds in with a thwack sound as it renews the pain from your punch, my leg bending slightly and causing me to shift left a step. You rechamber the kick and my shift left gives me enough time to bring my arm down to stuff the kick. At a distance, I dig my opposite leg into the sand and then bring it up with a high kick toward your eye, trying to keep a decent amount of sand on the top of my foot so it will fly toward your eye as the kick shoots toward your head.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I’m replanting my leg after smashing it into Brad’s thigh with a solid hit that makes my cock surge. Brad expertly blocks my kick into his side though. Suddenly, as I’m reforming my guard a spray of sand arcs up towards my face. FUCK. I bring my arms in, desperately throwing myself backwards as I screw my eyes shut to protect my vision. That kick smashes brutally into my hastily raised left arm, throwing my entire body off balance, causing a savage,muscle wrenching pain to sweep over my thick bicep and tricep. I slice fast, reopening my eyes, grimly noting the pain in my arm, but pouring on the attack. Keeping my left in close to guard, I pivot towards you on my left foot, twisting from my hips, my core tightening with power to add momentum to my straight right, aiming directly towards Brad’s solar plexus with all the speed I can muster.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The sand flies toward your face giving me an advantage as my kick looks to tag you but then no, your arm gets up to protect, your balance thrown off but well protected still from the blow as my leg returns to the ground. I’m out of position as you get the jump on me, sucking up the pain and driving your fist up into my solar plexus, nearly lifting me off the ground with the force as I gasp, pain radiating through my core in waves as my chest bends around your fist. You are able to use speed to get ahead of my preparation and penetrate my defenses, knocking wind from me. I lean into you, looking to recover, clenching to slow the fight down, trying to wrap you up with my big sweaty arms and chest as I stomp down on your left foot with my right, looking to put my power and body weight into it to fracture some of the smaller bones and cause you to look down in the process. I follow immediately with a flick of my head, hoping to catch an exposed nose in the process, sucking air back in as my chest presses into yours, emitting a low growl.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My right fist sinks in to smash into Brad’s thickly muscled torso with a satisfying crunch of impact, fucking him up good. Then, he leans into me, dropping into a clench, more to save his ass than anything else. “That’s right Brad, I told you how this was gonna go.” My dick is twitching hard from that blow. I’m repositioning my feet to give me a better stance, when your left foot stomps down onto my right. I grunt in pain, but the damage is minimal, the impact mostly absorbed by the soft sand. But I do involuntarily glance down, giving the wily fighter just enough time to smash his forehead into my nose, doing more damage, the trickle of blood increasing to a bigger flow. Knocks my head back, seeing more stars.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I don’t have time to feel pain right now though, pushing back into the fight. I drop my right hand suddenly, breaking the clench, and pulling my arm back to my side, before blasting forward with a short, brutal uppercut to the body, looking to drive it directly into your torso, to follow up on the damage my last punch did.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: In close with you, the blood from your nose starts to flow more as the headbutt knocks your head back again. I felt good about it, remembering the last two fights where I was a bloody mess but so far unscathed, even as my body was taking some pretty nasty punishment. “A few more shots like that and you’ll be mine Trev,” I spat back. It made my cock flex into his hips as I felt him struggle with it, seeing his eyes daze a bit but only for a millisecond as he comes back into me with another uppercut into my body, causing a sharp grunt to emit from my mouth, my face contorting in pain as a shot of pre spat out of my cock head onto his thigh. I kept the clench, bringing my hand up toward his left eye, looking to drive a thumb into it and slice the skin underneath it just as I tried to penetrate. At the same time, I brought my left knee up toward his abs, looking to pound his bricks as best I could even if my core had taken some damage and was not full strength.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My fist sinks deep into Brad’s solid core, doing further damage, getting a grunt of pain out of the tough stud. My dick surges again, stiffening further in reaction to the damage dished out to the studly American Syndicate agent. Then, the bastard moves his thumb up towards my eye. I growl with rage, and yank my head back, but not before Brad cuts a small thin line beneath my eye. Blood starts trickling down my cheek, and in retaliation, I snap my head forward, looking to bash my forehead into Brad’s nose. My abs suddenly feel the impact of a heavy knee. The blow shakes me, but my flex holds. Damn, so much power behind that blow. I retaliate, driving my own knee up, hoping my headbutt might have disrupted Brad’s guard to let that knee smash again into his hurting core.

12:26 AgentBradSterling:The only blood flowing is yours, and flow it does as I slice the cut open below your eye, forcing you to flinch away, your head back, knowing the snap forward is coming. I bring my hand down and throw my head off to the side, over your shoulder as your head grazes the side of mine. It takes a bit off of your knee, clenching in the Lethwei style fight with no ref to break us up or pull us apart. Your knee powers up into my body getting another grunt out of me, the impact solid into my core as my ribs hold with more punishment but my cock smears more pre onto your hip, our sweaty slick bodies colliding again as I remember just how tough you were. The blood didn’t matter - this kid could fight through that. “A piece at a time,” I groan into your ear as it presents itself in front of me. I bite down into it, looking to put more stinging and sudden pain into your body, growling as I rip my head downward trying to tear off the piece I gripped onto.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Brad sees my headbutt coming, and deftly pulls his head to the side, my knee hits paydirt, but it’s not enough to break the fucker’s core yet. Then, he whispers into my ear, as sweat slides down between our tightly packed muscles, mixed with the blood from my nose and the small cut beneath my eye. I growl, as the buff stud’s teeth clamp down onto my ear. I react instantly, driving my hand up between the space that separates us, aiming to sink my thumb into his adams apple, to return one brutal move with another in the hopes that the shock and pain gets Brad to release my ear. At the same time, I whip my right ankle behind his left ankle, and surge forward, seeking to trip him up and send him sprawling on his ass with me on top.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Trevor’s hard cock presses into my body as we come together, feeling that power and wanting to own it all as I clamp my mouth to his ear. At the same time I feel his hand come up and start to grab my neck, driving his thumb into my throat. Knowing I don’t have a lot of time, I tear away with my neck as I reach up and grab for his hand, feeling the pain sear through my neck as he starts to decompress my windpipe. At the same time, my weight shifts backward and that sends the two of us toppling over into the sand, the force of my hand coming up knocks Trevor’s arm away from my throat before it can do significant damage but the muscled Aussie does land on top of me, falling in between my legs, chest to chest.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My thumb gets Brad to release the dog like grip on my ear, but it’s ripped and bloodied, streaming down to drip on my shoulder and onto the American Syndicate agent. My thumb does some damage, but Brad is a well-trained fighter, and acts quickly to knock my muscled arm away before any real damage can sink in.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My weight smashes Brad down into the sand though, my trip attack successful. Lighting fast, refusing to let the searing agony from my torn ear distract me, I smash my left knee up, looking to pin Brad’s hurt right thigh to the sand to create an opening as I drive my right fist in a brutal, rapid shot designed to fuck Brad’s already injured core brutally up. At the same time, I’m straining to swing my right knee up and over, hoping that the distraction of the double attack will get me into a full mount so I can beat the fuck out of the hot American Syndicate agent.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Trevor lands in the ideal position, part training, part luck but in both cases bad for me as his battered face, dripping blood down onto his smooth and tanned muscled pecs. He brings his leg inside and onto my right thigh, pushing it down toward the sand as my upper body lifts up. I keep my hands up but he goes for my body and the punch slams into my ribs and knocks me back into the sand with a grunt, further pinkening the impact zones on my torso.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My core is one of my finest assets and fully trained for conditions like this. The punch hurts but it doesn’t break me, the dull throb real as I try to get back up but by that point he’s already bringing his other leg up to try and secure the mount. I bring my legs up and in, my thick cock at full mast, hard as steel as it points skyward, my balls heavy with seed dangling between my legs as Trevor tries to take position and knowing I have to stop him or I’m in some serious trouble. I try to bridge out before he can set the mount, thrusting powerfully up and into him as I try to grip his left arm and turn him, squirming in the sand as it kicks up wildly around us.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My fist sinks in deep, compounding the damage, my opponent’s bricked abs nearly cherry-red from the repeated impacts, but still holding. I get my thighs over, into a sweet full mount, chest heaving, my skin slick with sweat from the hot sun as well as blood from my battered face. I growl as he starts to bridge, his right hand seizing my left in an attempt to throw me, but I’ll be fucked if I give up my hard-fought position.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: So fucking glad that Seth pushed me to branch out, to become a more well-rounded fighter, he trained me in ground fighting himself, always insisting that there was more to fighting then smashing each other with fists and feet. So I have the perfect counter, just dropping down, letting my weight drop down, my heavy chest smashing into Brad’s own slick, muscled pecs,my knees digging into the sand, resisting the attempt to toss me. I lift up just enough to smash my bloodied head down into Brad’s still unmarked face, looking to land a headbutt, and at the same time I drill my right fist directly into the muscled American’s unprotected left side, my thick arm flexing with power, smashing his ribs with my hammer hard fist, determined to fucking break the Syndicate agent’s core.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: As I thrust up, Trevor does what he should, lowering himself, his legs sprawling in the sand to the side as I feel his cock press up against me, sliding down my body as he lowers down onto my chest. My legs wrap around his lower body as our heads come close together in an instant as he pounds his forehead into my nose. Blood spatters and there is an audible crunch, my eyes watering a little as I bring my arms up to protect my face. It’s perfect timing for his fist to slam into my core, pounding my unprotected body with a thick and powerful punch that is audible, reverberating through my body, forcing me to grunt loud, my eyes closing in pain for an instant, feeling the punishment in my core as it’s starting to be on fire.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The power in my legs to hold him down is a bit less but they still squeeze his ripped body as hard as I can, arching my back and bringing my hand up and in toward his face. I grab for his thick blonde locks in my left hand, looking to turn his face and expose it to my right hand as I try to plant my thumb straight into his eye.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I feel the bastard reposition his legs, sliding them into the gap I left open when I sprawled down, getting them wrapped up around my waist. But I got the fucker good this time, feels damn good to mark his face, after the battering he gave me. And feels real damn good to crunch my fist into his ribs. I grunt as he squeezes my core, but I’m solid, hard as a stack of bricks, will take him a while to do any damage that way. Then I feel his left hand suddenly grab my hair, FUCK, and suddenly his right thumb is headed for my left eye. I snap my eyes closed and shoot my left hand forward, seizing his wrist. Growling, I pound my right fist into his left hand ribs again, not sparing the power, to make him let go of my fucking hair.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I let out a loud audible yelp this time, something a neighbor would hear if there were such a thing on this beach, my side being brutalized and slowly breaking down but still not fully as the skin continues to turn a shade of deeper pink from the relentless punishment.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Trevor neutralizes my hand, showing just how strong his lean and ripped body is even as I outweigh him. Our hands shake in a tense showdown, sweat dripping off his chin as our eyes lock briefly. I pull my left leg in and use the stalemate to generate momentum for another bridge, immediately letting the resistance out of my hand and turning it into a pulling motion instead as I bridge in the same direction, rolling toward my damaged side, looking to roll the blonde Aussie out of his top sprawl mount on me and reverse us in the sand

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My grip on his wrist is solid as steel, but even so the bastard Syndicate agent isn’t giving up. Brad is using his considerable muscle power to try and keep that thumb headed for my eye. My fist did some further damage to his ribs, and fuck did it feel sweet, but now all my attention is focused on keeping that thumb from gouging my eye. Brad is strong, bigger than me, but I’m not backing down, sweat and blood dripping down my face and down my chin. Then, in a flash, before I could realize my mistake, Brad had fucked me over good. He’d bridged and rolled while all my attention was focused on trying to save my eye, and with a grunt of shock, I suddenly found myself on my back, a spray of sand flying out from the impact, looking up, stunned at the trick Brad had just pulled. I pulled my arms in tight to protect my head, and immediately started to buck with my hips in an attempt to dislodge him before he could solidify his position.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I am able to successfully bridge Trevor, turning him with that moment of instant power and weight change, the sand sticking to my body as I roll on top of him, blood and sweat from my face now dripping down onto him. He protects his face as he releases my wrist as I take a full top position on him, my chest resting on his as I spread my legs, planting them into the sand on either side of his struggling body, my cock flexing and pressing down into his sweaty torso. I bring my right arm across in front of my face and try to lift up on it, trying to pin his arms down near his face while clenching my left fist and pounding it into the side of his body, looking for some payback, grunting with the power of the punch, feeling the burn in my own torso and fighting through it as we move.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Brad stuffs my attempt to throw him off me, slamming his chest, slick with sweat and gritted with sand, on top of my own heaving, cut pecs. His legs spread out wide, solidifying his position. I groan in frustration, and my cock, still stiff, fences with Brad’s own hard piece as positions shift, Brad’s dick eventually digging into my abs and leaving a slimy trail of pre in it’s wake. I keep my guard tight, watching for my opening as Brad drives his right arm across my face, trying to mash my arms into my face to keep them out of action. Then I grunt as Brad’s left slams down into my right side, the impact sending a shockwave of agony ripping through the thick muscle that doubles as body armor to defend my ribs. SHIT.. That hurts.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Not going to just lay here and let myself get pounded on, that’s for sure. With a quick adjustment of my arms, both my wrists are suddenly seizing Brad’s right forearm in a steel-tight grip. I plant my left leg, gather my core strength, and with every ounce of power I have, I bridge up, throwing the muscled American to his right side. His right arm, temporarily trapped, can’t post to block my throw, and I send him flying across the sand. In a single move, I kip back up to my feet, raise my fists, and my eyes lock on Brad’s as I turn back into a side-on stance. My dick is solid. I can see the welts and purpling on the side of his ribs and his core. I’m going to fucking break him. The dominance is rising in my eyes, and my cock is responding, sticking straight out. All the pain from my battered head seems to fade, even as the blood drips down from my ear, nose, mouth and cheek to spatter my muscle and the sand beneath me.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My fist powers into Trevors side and my cock leaves a bit of pre marking him, the Aussie agent squirming under me just as I want him, his body eating the punishment. I pull my fist back for another blow but this trained cunt is too good and I am too distracted as he is able to supplant me the same way I did him, the two of us rolling and thrashing in the sand.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The instinct we both have is to kip back up and in almost tandem we do. As he locks eyes on me and turn sideways, I go aggressively for him, not wanting to give him time as I quickly turn and spin a roundhouse kick straight toward his jaw, looking to rock him before he can set as my sand coated cock slaps up against my muscled thigh, grimacing with the pain needed as I twist through my torso looking for maximum power, seeing only as I turn just how punished Trevor’s face is and thinking just how much more I want to punish it before I finish him.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My cock raging, I look into Brad’s eyes as he kips up nearly at the same time as me. Hard determination surging through me I drive forward, catching the tells as he sets up a roundhouse. He’s not as fast as normal, though, I can see the damage to his core is taking its toll. I have just enough time to duck to one knee, sliding forward in the sand as Brad’s kick whistles through the air where my head used to be, cock my right fist as I drop beneath the muscled, elite American fighter’s leg, as a burst of power from my clenched core ripples up my body, my bicep exploding with the extra force, driving a deadly right hook like a battering ram into his exposed and damaged left hand ribs.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I get into the motion of the kick but realize just as I start I am in trouble as I pass the point of no return, Trevor ducking underneath me. My body is exposed as he pounds straight for it and drives his fist straight into my purpling chest. I feel a shift in my torso, a sharp pain that stabs me as my kick barely completes before I let out a sharp scream of pain, a white rope of pre ejecting from my cock toward the sand as I get my foot down, staggering backward from the brutal impact of Trevor’s fist, reeling on my feet as my hands naturally reach for the wounded area.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My own cock erupts with a jet of pre as the feeling of my fist impacting with his ribs, accompanied by that cock jolting crunch of his ribs snapping like kindling. He staggers backwards screaming, and my thighs tense with power as I spring up from my knee, extending my right fist, adding the power of my legs to my core and to my arm, all the muscles getting behind this, seeking to smash my fist under Brad’s jaw in a savage uppercut while his hands are out of position, nursing those busted ribs.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The burning in my core is familiar and I immediately know Trevor has fractured or broken a rib, maybe multiple ribs, the painful pleasure erupting out of my cock as well as my mouth. Trevor’s followup is as savage as it should be between two alphas as he is right on point with the uppercut, my head snapping upward as spit and sweat spray from my face, blood squirting from my mouth as my jaw gets shut hard and i get rocked down to my back in the sand, a bit dazed from the shot. My cock stays rock hard as I try to roll away from him, not even sure one hundred percent where he is before trying to work my way back onto my hands and knees, trying to get to my feet, my motion not as crisp and precise as it had been mere seconds ago but also not fully out of it.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My dick is steel hard, dripping pre, nuts boiling, that uppercut smashed Brad’s jaw like a comet, rocking his fucking world. This bitch is mine. And he knows it. I know it. Now it’s time to seal the deal. He falls to his back, rolling over, struggling hard to get up. I admire him, he’s a fighter every inch of the way, his instincts, his training are solid. For a moment, I wish that things could have been different. That he and I, in another life, might be able to be something more… The sex with him last night was so fucking perfect. Why did he have to go and join the Syndicate?

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I follow him, stalking him carefully as he struggles to get up to his hands and knees. I leap up at that point, where he is most vulnerable, thrusting up on one leg, muscles bulging powering my body up, then I seek to bring my other foot down, smashing it hard and brutal right for his kidneys. Time to spend the rest of his days pissing blood.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: As I get up onto my knees, I see Trevor moving at me, my vision starting to sharpen to see the chiseled lines of his ripped body as it takes flight. I throw myself to the side as his kick clips the side of my body but doesn’t land flush, fighting for my life against an elite warrior, the adrenaline kicking in even as the pain screams through my body as it contorts to avoid the move, forcing a groan out of my lips. I bring my elbow up and pound it toward his ribcage as hard as i can, even though as hard as I can is compromised by my damaged core, then look to stand up, leaning into him a bit trying to steady myself, sand flying everywhere as my sand-coated cock slaps up against his hip.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My brutal flying stomp only grazes Brad, but it still does some damage. I land, and get my footing back under me as the wounded Syndicate agent struggles to his knees, the pain etched on his face as he favors those ribs is sweet music to my cock. My dick is steel hard, and dripping pre cum. Gonna beat this warrior, then pass the time until Seth arrives fucking him one last time. He telegraphs that elbow from a mile away, and I drop my own arm, tucked in tight against my side, eating the point of that elbow against the thick beef of my biceps. He struggles to stand up, leaning against me as he’s finding it hard to get his feet. My cock is leaking pre, and I feel his own cock slap against my hip. I grin, then speak, “It was a good fight Brad, you fought hard. But I’m ready to own you now.” I don’t hesitate. I spear my knee up brutally, aimed directly for his liver to fuck him up totally.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Trevor gets ahead of my elbow, stuffing it, just that much faster now, not like he always wasn’t but the difference now is big enough to matter. I stand up into him as my pre slides across his sandy hip. He taunts me, holding me there and that’s the time I use to keep after him, the cocky motherfucker thinking I’m done. I move my head to the side of his and over his left shoulder as he taunts me and bite down hard on his left ear, looking to sever it. The knee is brutal as it comes up, slamming into my body as I crush down on his ear that much more, like a dog refusing to give up the bone coupled with the pain radiating through my body. A pained growl escapes as my head is jarred from the impact, pulling backward even if his grip on me doesn’t let me go, lifted onto my toes from the force, nausea waving over me as I can barely feel my core from the devastating blow.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I scream in pain, savage, brutal pain as Brad sinks his teeth into my ear, already partly torn, he digs into it like a bone even as my knee smashes into his liver. Rage boiling in me, fueled by the pain, I don’t fucking care if he bites my ear off, I’m going to break this bastard. Blood pouring down my shoulder, my hands seize his shoulders hard and tight, and I dive into the pain, channeling it into my knee, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT a series of four sickening, pain-fueled, muscle driven, gut shattering knees spearing Brad directly in the center of his core.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I taste the blood from Trevor’s ear and it fuels me, the world turning clearer for a brief instant as I rip off the remainder of it with the force of the liver shot, my lips and chin bloodied as I spit the torn flesh and cartilage out onto the sand behind him. I lean into Trevor, legs and core on fire as he brings his knee up into my body, the first and third pounding into my already broken rib as I grunt in pain, then scream out as my legs are unable to respond because my core is toast, feeling another sharp pain as i cough hard, another rib feeling like it gave way. The final knee causes me to slip down Trevor’s torso, ejecting another rope of cum onto Trevor as my cock lacks badly, smearing seed across his dick and legs as my cock swings wildly around, falling to a knee in front of him. I bring my fist up in an arch toward his manhood, looking to pound his balls up and into his body with all the strength I have, a guttural wail emitting from my mouth as I try to punish him and get him to back off.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I feel the moment my ear gives way, torn, the bastard just fucking maimed me. The blood is pouring down my shoulder, down my side. My chest is heaving as my four knees, each one, blast right into the American Syndicate agent’s hardened core, cracking through armor like an armor-piercing missile, breaking more ribs, and spearing into his body, hopefully grinding up his internals. My dick, despite, or maybe partially because of, the searing pain in my ear is rock hard, and I’m in the next zone.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Brad finally collapses, falling against me, sliding down. I know Brad, and I know myself. We are similar. If I were in his position, I’d keep fighting. So I’m on my guard. I catch the tell of that final, last desperate blow, and cross my knee over, taking that final shot on the side of my thigh. I step back, measure him as he heaves in pain, welts on his ribs the external sign of broken bones. Then, my leg snaps out in a roundhouse, aimed for his fucking jaw. I want the satisfaction of knocking the handsome bastard out fucking cold.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Every breath and every movement has a cost as the fire continues to burn inside my body, the fire to fight but also the fire caused by the multiple fractures in my torso. As my fist buries into Trevor’s thigh, I groan out from the pain it took to throw the punch as the blonde Aussie steps back from me. I waiver a bit on my knees, my balance hard to keep as he lifts his powerful leg up and pounds it straight toward my jaw. I get my arm up just in time but there is no power in it to resist as his foot kicks through it and slams into my jaw, rocking my head to the side as spit, sweat and blood flick off my head as I am sent sideways to the sand, breathing heavily as I roll onto my back, one leg out, the other pulled back, looking up at the blue sky, blurred and through waves of pain, my dick riding my abs, thick and hard and defiantly refusing to soften as the pain pig in me gets pleasure from it.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Brad tries to block my kick, but he’s so battered, so beaten, that it barely has any effect on my kick, smashing past his arm as if it were paper, and rocking his head to the side, knocking him on his ass. He puts his feet up instinctively, to guard against an attack. My dick swings like a sword, a long streamer of pre trailing from it, as I dance in, confident that with his broken ribs, there is no way in hell he can pivot to block me, as I swing around his raised legs, lift my bare right foot, gather my strength, core rock hard, then stomp down aiming right for the centre of his abs, going to fucking smash his ab armour and drive my foot through his warrior core.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I lift my head up just in time to see Trevor moving in on me, the sand kicking up from his feet as he does. Instinctively I roll away from him, lifting my arm but missing his foot as it comes down and smashes into my side, clipping the edge of my ribs on the better side as they thud solid, holding in place but still causing me to yelp out in pain, convulsing and then gulping in some air before returning to rapid breathing. I roll onto my bad ribs and the pain reverberates through my body. Unable to stop rolling onto my stomach, I grimace in pain as i keep rolling the full rotation onto my back again, sand coating my sweat covered body as my cock leaks pre like a river, continuing to try and move away from Trevor

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Brad keeps fighting, that’s for fucking sure. My head dripping blood, ear torn, he manages to just avoid my stomp, clipping on his good side as he rolls out of the way. I slice in, pouring on the speed and timing, and kick my foot, timing to smash him right in his jaw just as he finishes rolling back over onto his back, going for that extra point at a footie match. Gonna put this fucker out cold. My cock is already leaking pre, balls churning, anticipating the feeling of my dick filling his ass from the inside out. I can taste it.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My continued rolling can’t outpace Trevor as I make it onto my side after almost the full rotation to see the blur of movement coming toward me. His foot connects violently with my head as the force of the blow to my jaw sends my head snapping brutally to the side and up, helping my body to continue its rotation in the sand onto my back where I come to a stop. My body spasms, sprawled spread eagled in the sand, cock rock hard and leaking onto my abs as my breathing is rapid, laying there defenseless to the Aussie warrior. Pain radiates through my head as my eyes are mostly shut, head throbbing and body screaming in pain. The sand along with the glare and heat of the sun make it nearly impossible to see, not to mention the dazed state I’m now in as I moan out loud involuntarily.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: My dick rock hard, leaking pre, the sight of that fucking hot American fighter sprawled out in the sand making me ACHE to plumb his bitched ass. I drop down on my knees, looking to straddle this dazed fucker, shoving my ass in his face, smothering him, my balls resting under his chin, my cock leaking pre into the hollow of his throat. My hand snake down and pin his wrists, while I keep my head up on the lookout for any last ditch attacks from his legs, planning to simply smother the fucking beneath my ass, knocking him out cold, where he fucking belongs.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I can barely move, my body on fire from all places as I see the blur of Trevor start to block out the sun, his shadow casting over my sweaty and sand coated muscle body. It continues to get darker and darker as I all of a sudden feel his ass sit down on my face. My nose and mouth going up into his body as I find it hard to breathe, squirming a bit, trying to move my arms but finding them locked down by something. The strength and leverage I have is non-existent and my core is ravaged. I try to bring a leg up but I scream out in pain, muffled by Trevor’s body as his balls dangle humiliatingly on my chin, his penis fully hard and dripping onto my neck and upper chest. I struggle for a good 30 seconds, the struggling becoming weaker and weaker as the time passes until my body goes limp underneath the alpha Aussie.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I hold him in place, feeling him struggle, his manly screams muffled by my ass choking him up. My dick twitches once, twice, fighting hard not to lose my load, this is one of the HOTTEST moments of my life. Me and Brad. Just like my first fight with him.. Squaring the circle, he’s back where he belongs. This fight going just like I knew it would. AWWW FUCK… I start cum, just a bit, but by a huge force of will, keep from totally blowing. A little bit of cum squirts out over his knocked out chest. I heave up, letting him breathe again, not wanting to kill him. He’s gonna face justice after all. I notice the sun, I’ve still got about an hour or so till Seth arrives. Definitely time for another hot fuck. Oh yes. Definitely.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I rub my hands over the lovely purple-black blotches indicating the sight of his broken core and fucked up ribs. Then stand up, grab the limp defeated Syndicate agent, and toss him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and stagger, feeling dizzy for a moment, back inside the house. That sun is fierce. I dump him right in the middle of the floor like a beaten bitch. Then I roll him over onto his back, grab his legs, throwing his thick muscle thighs up and over my shoulders. I grunt, checking him out. He is so fucking hot. But FUCK HIM for joining the Syndicate. FUCK HIM. And so I do, ramming my heavy cock up his ass, folding him in two, knowing the position is gonna make his core feel like someone is stabbing his guts with a knife with those broken ribs. I hock, and spit in his face, blood and saliva mixed together as I ream him deep and hard, my balls boiling, building quickly to a full release. My victory over this bitch is total. Complete, and final.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The darkness is complete and while in it, all I can think of is how to get out of it. Yes, sometimes the darkness doesn’t allow thought, and sometimes it does, for that faintest of moments, just before you come out of it. But before the light arrived, I could hear the screaming to wake up. That this was life and death. I felt before I saw as Trevor drumped me hard on the middle of his hard wood floor, jarring me back to the light. I moaned loudly, shifting slightly, grabbing for my purpled abs as the pain continued to shift through my body. My cock was rock hard still, dripping, smeared with sand, sweat and blood like the rest of my smooth thick muscle. Still a bit dazed though, my eyes didn’t really open until he penetrated. Then they went wide as he ripped into my ass, impaling me with his slightly larger cock.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I looked up at his beaten face. It was beaten pretty good, cut and swollen in several spots but he still looked handsome. Then he folded me further and I shouted out in pain as he crumpled my body, trying to almost fold me over on top of myself as he compressed my ribs. I could taste blood in my mouth as he spat on my face, a half moan and scream coming from my mouth with each thrust he made. I could have tried to fight him, resist...every bone in my body and fiber of my being wanted to. But I knew I wasn’t in a position to effectively do anything and my focus was on not passing out from the position he put me into.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Fuck it felt good, so fucking good to take him down one final time. To prove to him what I knew from all those years ago when we met and fought that summer. That I was the alpha, and he was the bitch. It could have been different… it didn’t have to be like this. But he made his choice, and now he’s paying the price. As I’m ramming his ass balls deep, making sure every thrust hurts him, every thrust reminds me that he is nothing but my bitch, I finally can’t hold it in any longer, and dripping blood on his battered pecs and face, I unload with a deep growl up into his guts. I yank out of him with a loud pop, standing over him chest heaving. I collect myself then, looking at the clock. My phone, on a table off to the side, buzzes. I glance over at it, it’s Seth. He’s about 30 minutes away.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Perfect. Enough time for me to gift wrap Brad here for him, and then get cleaned up. Heaving, groaning, sore as hell from the fight, my head pounding, still bleeding, thinking that I got to get those cuts seen to, I haul Brad’s raped ass up off the floor, over my shoulder. I murmured at him, “I’ll bet you are regretting your life choices about now, Brad.” I doubt he can hear me, he’ll be in fucking shock even if he can. “In about 30 minutes, you are going to be on your way for a nice, long visit to the land down under.” I walk into the bedroom, and bend low, pouring the beaten, bitched, fucked,defeated Syndicate agent out onto the bed.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The fucking goes on for a good 20 minutes as Trevor continues to show why he is one of the best conditioned men on the planet. Fighting and then fucking isn’t easy but he makes the transition like a natural. Each thrust was hard, rough and sending searing pain through my midsection, not to mention the mental anguish of being fucked by a rival who I thought I would take. And then add onto that he was going to bring me in, this was a Syndicate job that was going very wrong, very quickly, the first ever for me. At least he wasn’t gloating about it. I’d have been chirping at him the entire time to break down his mental state even further.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: As Trevor explodes inside of me, I know I’ve been seeded and bitched but physically the pain is significant enough that all I can do is roll over after he pulls out, curling up into a more protective position as he takes a minute to silently get his surroundings. Then I feel him pick me up, Trevor’s seed running down my leg as he hoists me like a bag of potatoes over his shoulder. I scream out in pain as my weight presses into my broken ribs, squirming badly as he brings me into the bedroom, grabbing his smooth and sweaty body trying to hold on as I cough up blood, the world upside down. The small room has a large bed in it, a nightstand with a lamp, clock and flower vase on it and a dresser on the opposite side with some mini-bar drinks and a television on top. He navigates me into the tight space, finally breaking his silence as he drops me to the bed roughly.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I don’t respond. Nothing I say will help me right now. But in an instant, my foggy mind cleared enough for me to have an idea on how I could still hurt the elite Aussie warrior. Having tried the best I can to conserve my energy during the fucking, the pain still radiates through my side but the bed is softer than I expected. I muster up all the power I can to grab his head on the way down and pull him onto the bed with me, then reach my opposite arm on my good side over to grab for the vase, a 8 inch diameter piece of ceramic and I use all of the power I can generate to crack it over the back of Trevor’s head as he tries to lift up off me, hoping my resistance on his neck buys me enough time to crack him.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Brad is groaning, practically screaming with every step I take. I chuckle at him as he weakly tries to resist me, grabbing my head and pulling me down onto the bed next to him just as I’m in the process of standing up. In a vulnerable position, I’m caught off balance, and though the grip isn’t strong, it’s effective and well timed, causing me to stumble, practically on top of him. FUCK… If he wants to keep fighting, that’s fine, I’ll fucking break his arms… Then… Suddenly, everything goes white, and my limbs start spastically twitching…. Now… why the fuck are they doing that… I feel like I’m in a tunnel and the rest of the world is on the other side… and why does the back of my head hurt so much…. It’s about the one part of my head that wasn’t fucked up in the fight with Brad… and… why is there something wet dribbling down my neck… got to get up… something… somethings not right..

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The vase impacts the back of Trevor’s head with a crash, shattering into a hundred pieces on the bed as the lean fighter’s body collapses down onto mine. I grimace in pain but feel the power in him nearly shut off entirely, the vase practically knocking him out as I hit straight on the exposed back of his head. I bring my right leg up toward my body and bridge us to the left, roaring in pain as I do, my eyes closing and head arching back but knowing I have to do this. It’s now or never. I try to roll Trevor over onto his back, groping for another piece of the vase on the bed as we reverse positions so I can drive the pointed shard straight into his ribcage, looking to bury it deep into him as my cock, still hard and dripping presses against his.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Suddenly, I shake off the stunning impact, all my warrior senses screaming at me to get up, my head hurts so much, but I don’t have time for it. A burst of adrenaline surges through my veins, and I focus suddenly on Brad, who somehow is on top of me. His cock is resting against mine. How the fuck did he get on top? He’s got something in his hand, I can’t quite figure out what, but I need to kill him quickly. I thrust my fist up, aiming right for his throat, no more fucking around, I need him dead, going to crush his adam’s apple. Even as my fist is in flight, my eyes suddenly open wide and I gasp, feeling a sudden hurricane of agony ripping through my solid core, a deep pain unlike anything I’ve felt before, astonished I see a spurt of blood shoot up into my line of sight… my eyes dart down, catching sight of the source… Brad just fucking sunk a chunk of jagged pottery right into the side of my torso. Fuck. Hurry up Seth.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I twist my wrist and open the wound, not only deep but flowing now as blood streaks across the white satin sheets of the nicely appointed bungalow. “We aren’t done yet, bitch,” I growl, spitting some bloody saliva out in the process, the first words I've spoken since early in the fight. I bring my left arm up and grab Trevor’s throat, my fingers flexing as i grip it hard and then lift up, my arm shaking as i try to apply as much pressure as i can to his neck while putting all my body weight on it, pushing up slowly as i grimace again in pain, every movement hurting as it now will for him. My cock streaks pre as i lift up off of Trevor’s body, straightening my arm to full length as I pull the shard out of Trevor’s body and drive it down toward his left eye, looking to lodge it in there.

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: I looked down, astonished to see the gaping wound where just a moment before, my core had been strong, unbroken. So much fucking blood. I screamed in pain as Brad sadistically cut the wound wider, deeper. I convulsed, my vision unfocusing for a moment. I heard Brad’s words spoken in rage as he reached out to grab my throat. I could feel the weakness in his grip, the bitch was broken… but not quite… I tried to lift my hand, astonished when it took everything I had just raise my powerfully muscled hand up off the bed, as if in slow motion trying to intercept Brad as he repositioned. I screamed again, when he pulled the shard out of my core, causing a flood of blood in its wake from the savage wound. I gasped then, my cock was still hard, holding on to its alpha erection to the very end. Because I was the alpha. I knew that. This didn’t change that. And Brad knew it too. I gasped out then, as Brad fought with his own broken body, raising that shard, my head held in place, my hands too weak to intercept, “You… can kill me … Brad… but you will… always be… my bitch…”

12:26 AgentTrevorCrawford: Then, suddenly Brad’s hand flashed down, and a white hot searing agony exploded in my left eye. I had a sudden vision of me and Brad fighting, as teenagers, of us fucking…. Then I had an image of me and Seth training… and I realized how much I was going to miss him, but I had in the end, not been the agent Seth thought I was… that made me sad.. I let him down... And then, there was nothing. My body gave one final convulsion, and then went limp.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I felt Trevor spasm underneath me as I twisted the shard, then heard the guttural scream of my rival as he was unable to even lift his arm. As I pulled it out, blood flowed from his body and fast, the shock on his face about how this had gone horribly wrong was priceless. My dick pressed into his as he pressed back into mine, his breathing becoming short and fast as he gasped out his final words. No truer words were spoken and in the moment his words cut me like knives of his own and I knew that I would regret what I had done for a long time. But there was no option, all options were bad.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: As his body went still, I relaxed on top of him. My own body was still on fire and the exhaustion of the war between us had me wanting to lay down for days. But I also knew that I had to get out of there. Who knew what anyone had heard or seen, especially as the screams had gotten far louder. All it would take was someone walking by on the street. I grimaced and pushed up, my dick rock hard still from the war but unable to satisfy it. There were lines even I didn’t cross sexually and while Trevor had been a great fuck, that time too was over.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I limped into the bathroom and saw for the first time just how bad my torso looked. Purpled and blackened, it was like Trevor had blown a hole into my chest. I was still caked in sand, streaked with blood from head to toe and sweat slick across my whole body. A quick rinse under the shower would do the trick but almost every temperature I tried seemed to sting. Even the water hurt as it flowed down my body. I coughed up and spat out more blood and more came with my piss as I relieved myself after the shower. This was going to take months to recover from.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I took a shower as quickly as I could and then went back out to the bedroom. Trevor’s naked body was laying there, his eyes still open, looking in my direction. The snapshot of him crystalized in my mind. I turned away to get dressed, not wanting to look at him, the first man I’d killed that I just couldn’t look at. I berated myself as I gingerly put on the clothing I had arrived in but then the buzzing interrupted me. I looked around the room and saw nothing. It was in the other room. I went in there and saw Trevor’s phone screen was still lit up. I grabbed it and saw. “From Seth. 10 minutes out. We’re going to get this cocksucker once and for all!”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I kept the phone, pocketed it and turned back to the bedroom. Each step was painful but I needed to do one more thing. I walked up to Trevor’s body, stained and stretched in the sheets and closed his eyes with my hand. Then I reached down and grabbed his necklace, dog tags hanging from it as I ripped it off and pocketed them. I looked down at him as I remembered the time we spent together in Burma and now our final day of fucking and fighting. He was a real man and he could have been great. I snapped my head up and walked out of the room, not looking back.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I left the bungalow through the front door as Trevor’s phone kept buzzing. I didn’t have time to see what it was - I needed to move. It was clear my time was up. There wasn’t a rickshaw available in sight so I started to hobble down the street toward town but after only a couple of minutes, I was able to hail one down, the hesitant driver unsure whether he should pick up someone who was so beaten and battered. He asked if I was alright as I climbed in and I nodded, telling him to just drive. And he did, heading down the main street toward Phuket. I slouched down, the adrenaline starting to fade from everything that had happened. All I could think about now was survival. I pulled out my own phone and went into contacts to dial up the Syndicate’s emergency medical hotline. They had doctors on call all around the world to help their agents in the field. I hit the call button and as the phone rang, I looked out the front of the rickshaw. The police cars came into view, flashing lights and sirens as they sped past in the other direction. I brought my phone in front of my face, pretending to look at it to block the view of who I was. But around it I could easily see Seth Williams, the legendary Australian Security Group agent who Trevor had been waiting for, buying time for, just wanting to catch me and bring me in. It made me mad that Trevor had been playing that game. He had won the battle, and I had won the war. I still would have preferred the other way around. I took a deep, pained breath and settled into the back of the rickshaw

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I stepped off the plane as it landed at Suvarnabhumi Airport. As always, I was calm, cool, collected, my hair and beard immaculately groomed. I wore a casual business suit, gray slacks, white button up, gray suit jacket. My 215 pounds of elite battle-trained and battle-tested muscle was almost too much for it, though. As soon as I felt the humid heat smash into me, I instantly started sweating.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: When I’d gotten the message from Trevor yesterday that he had run into Brad Sterling, only one of the most notorious and wanted Syndicate Agents in the world today, rumored to have been recruited by Derek Steel himself, I’d instantly made my move. I’d booked a plane to come here, no matter the cost, as soon as I could. This was a huge deal. If we could capture Brad, interrogate him, we might finally discover a way to get our hands on Derek Steel. That mercenary bastard, practically the Syndicate’s tamed lapdog, had caused more mayhem in his life so far than an entire fucking army.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Thinking of Derek Steel inevitably brought me back to the moment, only a year ago, where I had finally caught up with him. Back to the moment where I had knocked his ass out, despite him having broken my ribs and my left arm. Back to the moment when I was about to retrieve my pistol and put a bullet through his head. Only to have one of his fucking cock-suckers barge in and put me on the run. FUCK. I pride myself on my even keel, never letting my emotions get the best of me, but even after all this time I could taste the rage. Inspired by my Father, an officer in the Army, I’d devoted my life to the same path, first as an infantryman in the military, then after a five year tour of duty, I transferred to the Police, trained to lead a SWAT team. And now, here I was, working for ASG, my main duty being to crack the Syndicate open like a rotten egg. I’ve seen enough of the shit they’ve dumped on the world to have volunteered for this duty the second I was offered the post.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Combat was my bread and butter, and I’d trained my body hard, efficiently, and ruthlessly to be the best at it I could be. Physically, I’d packed on as much muscle onto my frame as I could, and forged it in the fire of intense hand to hand combat training, boxing, MMA, knife fighting, weapons handling. I pushed myself to stay at the top of my game, and to always keep raising the bar. I expected that of myself, and of the men that served with me. Trevor now, Trevor was something special. That young man had talent for days, combined with a fierce sense of duty, and the drive to excel at everything he put his mind to. I was damn proud of him. Fucking damn proud. I’d provided much of his physical and mental training myself, and he was shaping up to be one of the best Agents that ASG had seen in many a year. Today was only further proof of that. The balls on that young man!!! After his successful mission in China, he immediately finds and arranges to delay none other than Brad Sterling. FUCK.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I collected my luggage, discretely re-armed myself, my pistol strapped on a shoulder harness beneath my suit jacket. I hailed a Rickshaw and texted Trevor, telling him I was only 10 minutes away. But…. he didn’t answer. Strange. I called him, surely he must have subdued Brad by now. The phone rang and rang, eventually switched over to voicemail. Fuck. Something was wrong. I collected myself, entering combat mode, senses heightened, awareness heightened, ready for battle, ice cold calm. Immediately, I decided to get back up on the scene. I used my connections, got a hold of the Bangkok Police, and had them send a squad car right away. They were fast, I’ll give them that. As my Rickshaw pulled up, and I leapt out, I heard the sirens of an approaching squad car. I looked up and down the street, eyes taking in every detail. All I saw was another Rickhshaw passing the oncoming squad car. I couldn’t make out the man’s face, he was holding up his phone. But I thought… I caught the sight of blood. I dismissed it for the moment, rushing inside.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Trevor’s phone was on a table, abandoned. The floor had blood on it. Then, I went into the small bedroom. I stopped, my ice cold calm preventing me from reacting immediately. But even so, I felt dead inside. There, on the bed, was Trevor’s mutilated body, a gory wound in his torso, and a chunk of pottery jabbed deep into the remains of his left eye and into his brain. I would KILL BRAD STERLING. It was then, as I saw Trevor’s corpse that I realized how much he had meant to me… This felt like losing my own son. I held onto my ice calm, kept the fury and rage at bay with a savage surge of self-discipline born of a lifetime of duty. Always duty. Duty was first. Duty was my anchor. But… I swore, I would make it my duty to find and capture that murdering Syndicate bastard if it was the last thing I did.

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