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: “I’m just going to cut to the chase. I want to fuck you into submission. Right here. Right Now.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Not usually the line I would use to get laid but this was a special kind of place. In Brazil, there was a club well known for a certain type of man. The type of man who gained significant pleasure from dominating alpha tops by owning their cocks and milking them dry. He uses his ass to strangle and force multiple submissions and emissions until the alpha top could produce no more. This type of man was the power bottom. And the best of the best, was standing in front of me. It was Andres Balfanzo.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: It had been 4 months since I had fled Phuket with Seth Williams hot on my heels, using the Syndicate handler and safehouse network to escape Phuket island just as Williams was closing off the main roads onto the island and shutting down the airport. Thai and Aussie relations were good so smuggling me back into Bangkok took significant effort. I lay low for a few days, nursing my broken ribs as my handler continued to work ways to get me out of the country. A week later, he picked me up and smuggled me across the border into Malaysia and then two days later I was in Kuala Lumpur where a private Syndicate jet was waiting to shuttle me away.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Returning home to Philadelphia was not an option - Williams would have it being scouted by the FBI and extradition to the Australians would take all of 2 minutes for a judge to approve. So I was flown to the UK for a full debrief, landing in Inverness and transported to Eileen Donnan castle - a Syndicate safehouse by night and tourist trap by day. There, on the grounds of the castle, I rested for the next few months. My ribs took almost eight weeks to heal fully. Trevor had done a number on them. Sitting on your ass (or laying) for that long meant that the next two months would require rigorous training to get back into work-ready shape. Day after day of drills, routines, workouts all to rebuild the body armor, power and endurance that had made me into one of the most lethal mercenaries in the Syndicate arsenal. I also needed to get my head right - Trevor haunted me still, knowing how it all ended. I felt guilty killing him the way I did. I should have been killed but I did what I needed to survive. I always did. Why did he have to be in the ASG? He was a great fighter but he got in the way. I’d never forget the night we had or the next day but I needed to put it behind me...

12:26 AgentBradSterling: So how did we get to Brazil again? Oh yes, that’s right. 6 years ago I was introduced to the underground world of sex fighting. My sponsors in the Philadelphia mafia who had also gotten me involved in underground fights offered to pit me up against some local competition in an underground sex fighting league. I crushed them. First to penetrate fights, cockfights and endurance top vs. bottom fights were the formats I trained and competed in. It took just a few short years to develop a reputation as one of the best American sex fighters, taking on men from around the world.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The months of abstinence had me yearning to get back at it. With broken ribs, there was no fucking around...literally, my hips, abs and torso needed extensive time to heal and then regain strength. And the options for shacking up with people in Eileen Donan were severely limited. There were more sheep than people in this part of the world and that sure as shit wasn’t happening. Andres, meanwhile, was one of the best. A meeting between us had been a long time coming and I was happy that before the Syndicate put me back to work, my sponsors from Philly were able to arrange this face off against him. 50K to the winner and 20% of the proceeds from the video that would be made and distributed on the dark web for the entertainment of all the horny men out there looking to watch what they only dreamt of being able to do. It didn’t pay like the Syndicate work but it was a lot less lethal!

12:26 AgentBradSterling: And that was how I had gotten here, two days ago arriving in Rio in preparation for a night that people on the dark web were billing as the best matchup of the year so far. I was put up in a hotel on the Copa Cobana, all expenses paid by his sponsors and my own, a nice penthouse suite that overlooked the famous beach, wired throughout with cameras. Normally I’d go out each night but knowing what was coming up, I spent the time getting prepared for what I knew would be a true test of sexual endurance. He still caught me off guard though - my handlers telling me he would be arriving at 9PM but when I got back to the hotel after a run on the beach at 7:00PM, he was already there waiting for me. The 26 year old 6’2 190 pound frame was long and muscled.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The man had a body that could fuck all day long and all night long. I greeted him in the lobby and we took the elevator up to the 24th floor and as we stepped out into the full floor hotel room, I dropped my line.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Andres looked at me for a brief moment, then immediately clothes started to shred, ripping shirts open, unbuckling pants and some serious tongue on tongue mouth fucking. He had on black mesh boxer briefs, his sizable cock soft and thick, running down his left thigh. I had taken a tribute to Brazil with my green and yellow boxer jock, the pouch bulging off my body and leaving my upper legs fully exposed to show off the raw power. It was some fun foreplay but before we got into the main event, I needed to shower. Sweat was one thing but sand and sea salt on my skin from my run was not what me, or the cameras wanted to see. I gave him a slap on the ass as I pushed us apart. “15 minutes. Get ready to be fucked by a legend.” I said, full of cockiness, smirking as I turned and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the water and stripped out of my boxer jock, stepping in to let the water wash away the grit and grime.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I strolled into the lobby of the Copa Cabana, adjusting my three piece suit, in stylish shades of grey and white, my hair and beard immaculately groomed, my black shoes polished. I walked confidently across the lobby towards the staff door leading to the office behind the reception desk. I pulled out an id badge, held it to the reader, and opened the door as though I belonged there. The former owner of the badge looked nothing like me, but he wasn’t around to object at present, being tied up and gagged in the backseat of his car. I had been casing the hotel for a week now, and once I learned the lay of the land, and determined my plan for ambushing Brad, it had been easy to waylay the manager as he arrived into work, sliding into the seat next to him as he pulled up. He had been so shocked at my entrance, it had been easy to knock him unconscious with a well placed thumb to the side of his neck, before dumping him in the floorboard of his back seat after hogtying and gagging him.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: However, I didn’t need to look like him. What I needed was to look as though I belonged. And I was good at that. Moving quickly, with no wasted motion, I took a blank door fob, placed it in the machine, and programmed it for Brad’s room number. I pulled the fob out, and left the reception office, no one the wiser. I quickly went to the elevator bank, waited for a car to arrive, then shuffled in along with a crowd of guests. I nodded pleasantly to my traveling companions, then slid out on Brad’s floor. I walked to his door, and put my ear on the door. I’d seen him meet Andres Balfanzo, the famous underground power bottom, in the lobby, and head up to his room. Sure enough, I heard sounds from within, the sounds of two men tearing into each other. I frowned, trying to figure out how to get the jump on him. Then, I heard a muffled conversation, followed by the sound of the shower starting.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: That was my cue. Without hesitation, I flashed the door keycard into the slot, and opened the door. Moving with speed and stealth I darted in just as Andres started to turn, startled at my entrance. I reached behind him and clamped one hand over his mouth, then quickly wrapped my other arm, the bicep bulging ferociously, around his neck, choking him out quietly, quickly, and efficiently. Inside, I was cold as ice, calm and cool as a cucumber. I’d planned this out for so long, and everything was laid in place. I was a machine, executing my plan to perfection. I stripped him of his black mesh boxer briefs, taking a moment, even in the middle of my ice calm battle mode, to admire his impressive cock. Reaching into my trouser pockets, I pulled out my ziptie and hogtied Andres. I gagged him with a fine silk handkerchief, then shoved him under the bed. Quickly, stripping off my suit, I folded it carefully, and shoved it into a drawer. Then, I slipped on his black mesh boxer briefs. My own cock starting to harden.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Chuckling slightly at what was in store for Brad, I arranged myself in the bed, draping the thin sheet over my back. I dimmed the lights, and exposed my ass, covered in Andres’s black mesh boxers. Of course my legs were hairier than Andres, but I handled that by pulling my knees up to my chest, laying on my side, arranging the pillow to block the sight to the back of my head, my back covered by the sheet, my ass exposed and ready, in a tempting pose. In the dim light, Brad would have to get very close and look very carefully before he realized that I was not, in fact, the famous underground power bottom, Andres Balfanzo.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: It had been four months since I had discovered Trevor’s dead body. Four months since I organized the man hunt for Brad in Phuket, which ultimately failed to find Brad. The loss of that day still weighed heavy with me. I still found it hard to believe at times that Trevor was dead. I couldn’t change that. But I could bring his killer to justice. Oh yes I could. With my key responsibility to dismantle the Syndicate, I had tremendous resources at my disposal. And I used them. I called in all my favours, and cast my net wide, letting all my intelligence contacts know that I was looking for Brad. Finally, after a few months, I got a coded message from Will Masterson, the famous cyber spook from MI6 in the UK. The message contained a precise description of Brad’s involvement in an underground sex fighting league. Brad was scheduled to compete in an fucking endurance contest with the famous power bottom, Andres Balfanzo. It was everything I needed, dates, times, hotels. The rest was up to me. And now, here I was, in position to take Brad into custody. To finally get revenge for Trevor. I was looking forward to conducting the interrogation myself. Very much so.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I stopped the shower after 10 minutes, knowing for sure that the shower was also being filmed, just like the rest of the apartment was for the purposes of the show I was going to put on by pounding Andres into submission. I stepped out, letting the water run down my body for a few seconds, looking at myself in the mirror, analyzing my warrior frame, a body shaped over years of hard work. It wasn’t about aesthetics, although it was a secondary goal of mine for sure. It was about power to weight and speed. The months of healing coupled with youth and determination had me back in tip top shape and I felt great. The adrenaline coursed through me as I grabbed my cock and gave it a pump, firming it up a little bit. Then I grabbed one of the towels on the shelf and started to dry off, drying completely and then toweling off my hair and using a comb to put it back in place. I walked out naked into the bedroom and saw the hump under the covers, smirking and seeing the outline of that ass as if it was being presented to me to take. I smirked, my cock instantly starting to stiffen as I was excited for this war ahead between top and and bottom. “Mmmm mmmm mmmmm,'' I say in a low and sensual voice. “That ass looks mighty fine. I’m going to trash you tonight, bitch. Just what the world has been waiting to see.” I climb up and onto the bed, looking to mount Andres’ back so he can feel my presence on top of him, looking to rub my cock up against his glutes to get him primed for what was about to happen.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I hear the sound of the shower stop after a few minutes. I focused on my breathing, staying calm, but I have to admit, the look on that murdering Syndicate bastard’s face when he realized that I was not, in fact, the famous power bottom Andres was something I was anticipating. Finally, I hear footsteps. And his voice, the voice of a man ready for a long marathon of fucking. He was about to get fucked, that was for sure. I felt his weight get on top of the bed, I could feel the slime of his pre-cum leaving a streak on my glutes. Then, suddenly, I exploded into violence, flipping over, my bearded face staring up into his eyes, as I drove my knee up between his legs, looking to smash into his crown jewels, while my right fist swung out, seeking to crack him hard in his jaw. I speak out as I flip, in a low, hard voice, “Surprise.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Most men would have been surprised as they felt the powerful explosion of the power bottom that they were preparing to fuck. To that end, I sure as shit was too as whoever it was twisted beneath me. His bearded face came into view as he brought his knee up. I shifted just slightly to the right as his knee pinned my hard cock head straight into my thigh. My eyes narrowed, on fire realizing that something was afoot, as I lifted up but I was still in range for the punch, popping my chin and sending my head snapping to the right. Being underneath me, the punch didn’t have much power but it still hit home and that, along with my instinctive reaction to flinch away, sent my body to the side. I rolled and fell off the side of the bed, knowing that distance was my friend right now. My smooth, naked and tattoo’d muscle kipped up from the floor as quickly as I could, my hard cock flopping up against my abs and then straight back out as I turned to look at the bed and assess the situation. Who the fuck was this bearded man? And where was Andres?”

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My knee smashed into his cock, rather than his balls. Damn, he was good. My fist landed hard as well, but I didn’t have full power. But it knocked that tattooed American fucker off the bed and onto his ass. I sprang up out of bed, still wearing his black mesh boxer briefs, which did very little to hide my manhood. I started to gain an erection, as I always do when I enter pure combat mode. My face remained expressionless, and I felt the thrill of combat in my veins tempered by my ice calm centre, joining both together seamlessly. I landed on the floor, a few feet away from Brad as his naked, tatooed muscle, hard and powerful, kipped up like the athlete he was reputed to be. I charged forward, leading with a snapping side left kick, aiming for his right leg, wanting to throw the bastard off balance. I loaded up my right fist at the same time, planning on driving that fist into his liver as my foot snapped back in place from the kick.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I get to my feet just in time to see the bearded man charge at me, off the bed and wearing Andres underwear. He was older, well groomed and a bit more ripped than me but every bit the muscled warrior at nearly identical height and weight. There was no time to wait as he snapped his left leg at my right, backing me up more as it connected with a hard thwack. My thighs are some of the best conditioned parts of my body though as I backed toward the bathroom, the intruder aggressively came at me still as I turned my body to the side, the liver punch grazing the tattoo running down my side but mostly missing. I felt the doorframe at my back as I stepped into him and drove a headbutt toward his nose, my cock getting harder as the threat and adrenaline of combat ensued, then looked for some punishing payback with a right hook toward his ribs. This guy had broken into the wrong room and he was going to pay for it.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I don’t think Brad realizes yet who I am. But he will. All in good time. My kick drives him back, but my punch only grazes him. He’s good. I’ve heard the rumours. Apparently he was scouted by none other than Derek Steel. But he wasn’t as good as me. I backed him up across the room, against the doorframe to the bathroom, my guard up and ready. He drives forward, coming at me with a headbutt, but he doesn’t have me locked up, and I’m not about to hang around for it to hit, as I smoothly lean backwards, avoiding the strike. I caught sight of his right hook almost too late, twisting my torso with cool precision and practiced skill, just in time to take the shot full on to my core instead of my ribs. My hard, hairy abs tighten to a concrete like hardness, taking the shot with a small grunt, but no major damage. My left hand is down low already, and I dart forward, looking to grip his right wrist before he can snatch his arm back, and give him a sharp yank towards me to disrupt his balance, so I can sweep my right leg out in a low arc, trying to knock his feet right out from under him.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: It’s clear this guy is no ordinary burglar as he deftly avoids my headbutt. My right smashes into his body but he knows how to adjust, how to take it, clearly well trained. Definitely not Brazillian, maybe Mi6 or CIA. He is the very definition of anglo and very handsome to boot. I’d be happy to educate him on being an alpha. He grabs my wrist and pulls me toward him, surprising me and getting my legs out of position for the sweep. I fall down in front but push up almost immediately using my free hand and keeping momentum moving forward as I use my lower center of gravity to power into his body, spearing up with my shoulder between his legs with a defiant roar, looking to lift him up off his feet and power him backward into the night stand and lamp behind him. At the same time, I try to rip my arm out of his grasp on impact when he will be at his weakest.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: OH yes, Brad is good. This thickly muscled, power packed Syndicate agent is one of their best. My sweep fucks up his balance, and he falls forward, but lighting fast, he recovers, using the momentum of his fall to power into my torso… UGHHHHhh… Clever move… He lifts me up off my feet, and smashes me backwards into a night stand. There is a crash and a crunch as the lamp shatters, I feel the shards of glass cut into my bare, muscled back, leaving traces of blood. I gasp, but keep my focus. The pain is savage, but not unmanageable. No damage was done that will impair my combat effectiveness. He rips his arm free, using the impact to catch me off guard, but I lean back against the wall, and power both my feet directly towards his abs only a fraction of a second later, my own sharply honed battle instincts and reflexes kicking into full gear.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: There is a loud crash as the lamp shatters, his back taking the brunt of it as I clearly take him by surprise even if the damage was not significant. He leans back against the wall and fires his feet up toward my core. The impact from the close proximity wasn’t that bad, getting a light grunt out of me but his powerful thigh extension shoved me back from where I came, feeling the doorframe of the bathroom hit my back. A growl escaped my mouth as my foot pressed to the door frame and I lunged back aggressively at him, using the momentum off the wall as a springboard back at the mystery man. I take to the air, full body weight flying at him as I extend my elbow and look to drive it straight into his left eye. This was going to be his lesson in shock and awe.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I grunt, as my double kick sends him sprawling backwards towards the bathroom doorframe. He growled, then literally leapt through the air back towards me like some kind of parkour athlete. Calling on my own battle-hardened reflexes, I threw myself to the side, rolling onto the bed out of the way of his leaping attack, content to let him crash and burn against the ruins of the lamp and nightstand. I rolled over, onto my hands and knees, bracing my feet against the wall, preparing to fucking pounce on him, my eyes hard and merciless, my cock stiff with battle-lust, as calm as a mountain lake, even as the fire surged in my veins.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I fly through the air but the mystery man is faster than I give him credit for and he dodges out of the way, rolling across the bed as i brace myself for the impact against the table and lamp, the table flattening under my weight as the lamp breaks into even smaller pieces. I grimace as some of the glass cuts into my foot, staggering back and away from the wall back toward the bathroom, out of position and bracing for the aggression certainly to come from this intruder, trying to get my hands up defensively for whatever is going to come.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I spring off the bed, regaining my feet, watching, impressed as Brad recovers like a champ from his savage impact with the nightstand and the lamp. He staggers back towards the bathroom, and I grab a huge chunk of the nightstand, ragged, and splintered, cheap particle board, and heave it like a frisbee at his head, surging forward, spinning on foot, just enough room in the small space to try for a spinning back kick, looking to cave in his core and blast him back into the bathroom, hoping that he’ll be too distracted protecting his head to sense my real attack.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I bring my arm up to block the flying splintered leg of the night table as it clatters off the wall. It draws the attention of my one arm and the small delay between your throw and the kick is enough for me to get my other arm down to defuse some of the kick. The momentum does send me backward into the bathroom though, retreating ground as my fists come back up into my guard, my cock standing straight out pointing at my prey. I let the stranger come into the bathroom, a good sized space given the suite being their best in the hotel, the all glass shower still dripping from my time in there, towels on the floor and stuff all over the sink area. As he gets through the doorframe, I pounce, firing a left jab intentionally wide of his head and looking to power a hard right hook into his body, then looking to follow it up with a left uppercut to the underside of his chin, my signature combo I’d rocked Trevor with weeks ago.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My eyes narrow, and my brain assesses the situation. Brad is very, very good. He defuses the worst of my kick despite my speed and aggression. My dick drips some pre-cum, enjoying the challenge of such an opponent, even as my cold, calm battle-awareness drives me forward. My guard is in tight, and I move to block a left jab that never lands. I suck my gut inwards, drawing my hard, furry abs backwards, almost back to the doorframe to avoid that hook, but I realize almost as soon as I did that, my mistake. Out of position, that heavy left uppercut smashes into the underside of my jaw. My head rocks backwards on my neck, my entire brain lights up like a christmas tree. Brad has not only some serious power, but savage speed. I stumble backwards, blood leaking out of my mouth, clutching the frame of the door to steady me. I don’t know how… don’t fucking know how I managed it, pure instinct, pure training, but even with my brain jarred and unable to think, my muscle memory, years of training, take over. I heave up, bracing myself with my double grip on the door frame, draw my knees up to my core, and kick out and up, looking to smash my bare foot under Brad’s jaw.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My plan works albeit most men get hit by the shot to the body. For those special men, the men with talent, the uppercut is usually what gets them. And in this case it does as I feel it connect solidly with Seth’s head, rocking him. My cock leaks a thick gob of white pre as the feeling of alpha dominance washes over me. But it’s short lived, painfully so as somehow this mystery man counters and the next thing I know, his foot is flying toward my face, snapping it sideways with such force that it feels like my head is ripped off my neck. I am sent sideways into the glass shower, the room shaking from the force but the glass, thick and holding for now as it helps to keep me upright, dazed and feeling blood dripping from my mouth. I grab the towel rack on the wall next to the shower and pull hard and fast, using my weight to help as I rip it from the wall and then stepping forward toward Seth, swinging it down and then in toward his furry ab armor, growling

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My foot smashes brutally into his face, sending him flying sideways towards the glass shower, as my feet find the floor and I let go of the door frame. I stagger slightly, my head still spinning, my jaw aching from that savage uppercut, still tasting blood. My dick stiffens even further, feeding on my pain, and Brad’s. An image suddenly flashes through my brain, of Trevor. I silently think of him, speaking to the man I loved as though he were my son, “Don’t worry Trevor, Brad is going to pay for what he did to you.” Then Brad rips the metal bar of the towel rack off and approaches with his improvised weapon. My eyes narrow, as I twist backwards, circling as Brad rushes in, I reach behind me and rip off the lid of the toilet seat with one hand, using it as a shield to catch the stabbing thrust of the metal towel bar, knocking the blow aside, then surge forward, turning the seat on edge, looking to drive the edge of the seat into his ribs with brutal, calculated force.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The motions are fluid between the two of us as this motherfucker rips the toilet seat off. More room to shove his face down it later I think to myself in the milliseconds he has to block the swing of the towel bar. He turns the seat sideways and looks to drive it into my ribs but I anticipate the move after it is clear he is able to block my swing. The seat flies past my ribs in an arc as I turn and step into him, grabbing for his wrist and turning my body, looking to hip toss him across the bathroom and into the vanity.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I’ll give Brad his due, he is one of the best. He anticipates my strike with the toilet seat, and slides smoothly off to my right side. Quickly, I release the toilet seat, but it’s too late. Brad has seized my right wrist, and turned his body into mine, gathering the strength in his solid, powerful core. Grunting, my foot twists forward in front of his right ankle, blocking the throw. At the same time, I plant my left foot on the wall, and heave forward, looking to overbalance him, throwing my momentum against him, to add it to his own thwarted momentum fueling his hip toss, and send him sprawling directly towards the same vanity he wanted to toss me into.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I snag this fucker’s wrist and know I have him, heaving hard only to find he isn’t being tossed, feeling the momentum shifting as he uses his own leverage to send me instead toward the vanity. I take to the air and turn sideways in the middle, my shoulder and side slamming into it as i land on my side, and roll over onto my ass, the door to the vanity cracking from and opening on one hinge as all of the toiletries on the counter top scatter around everywhere. I look up at this hairy muscled and bearded animal in front of me and fire my leg out toward his knee, looking to hyperextend his left knee backward as he approaches and keep him at range so I can try to get up before he gets on me.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I watch with satisfaction as Brad, his hip toss blocked, is sent flying forward to slam into the vanity instead of me, he rolls over onto his ass to face me, splintered wood and toiletries scattered around him. I circle in, in my guard, as he lifts his leg to smash into my knee. I swing my leg backwards, shifting my weight to my other knee, and reach down with my hand to scoop it under his ankle before he can retract it. With a heave, my furry muscle flexing, I strive to lock his right ankle under my left armpit, bracing myself on the floor, and twisting from my hips, attempting to swing and toss his sculpted, scumbag Syndicate agent muscled body like a rag doll, to smash him into the wall.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My kick misses the connection with this resilient fucker’s knee, coming just out of range as he pulls his leg back. Leaning forward and down to grab for my leg, he lowers his upper body to try and hook my ankle under his arm. I push off of the back of the vanity as he does, pushing through the ankle hook and then reaching out for his lowered head. I throw my arm around the back, trying to wrap my tattooed bicep around it as I look to pull his head and upper body down to me. I grab for his short cropped hair around the back of his head with my left hand then using my free right to bring my fist up toward his left eye, once then twice quickly, trying to rock his balance and take him from his feet.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I was certain I had him this time. But Brad is one hell of a well trained fighter. He pushes off the vanity, into me, driving his ankle through my armpit and snaking his thick, tatted powerful bicep around my neck as my head is lowered, before I have a chance to lift it back up. I keep my cool, trying to calculate a way out of this, but the clever bastard pulls my head down, throwing me off balance, then smashes his right fist into my left eye, not once, but twice, each heavy fist doing serious damage. FUCK. It starts to swell right away, and I’m seeing lights flash in front of my face and feeling bells going off in my head, my thoughts scrambled to fuck. I heave forward, almost on instinct, I still have my grip on his right ankle, and I throw myself into Brad as he pulls me down, trying to add some horizontal momentum to our trajectory, hoping to fuck his back up my smashing it into the battered, shattered remnants of the vanity, maybe even crush him up against the sink. Otherwise, the man is very likely to break my neck. Have to stay cool and focused.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I catch this fuck before he can recoil, pounding my fists into his head as an animalistic growl escaping my lips. This CIA, Special Ops, MI6 prick - I eat them for breakfast. This one is not going to be leaving my hotel room alive. My cock pulses from the battering as the hairy muscled man of mystery falls into me, crushing me back into the vanity, the sound of it cracking as my face grimaces in pain. He gets a grunt to escape from my lips after the growl, the daze and haze leaving me as the pain shatters it. “Wrong place at the wrong time motherfucker,” i say as I open my legs and surround his broad and thick torso, squeezing his body as i still control his neck, pushing his head down, as my cock is dangerously close to smearing his cheek with the pre-cum i’ve generated from this workout. I bring my other arm around and drive my elbow down into his exposed collarbone.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: This is bad. I feel him smash into the vanity behind us, feel his grunt of pain, but he doesn’t let go. My neck is starting to send out all kinds of danger signals from the tight pressure and angle. And now his legs have latched around my torso, up high around my lats under my pits. I grunt from the pressure. My head is forced down lower, and I feel his cock leaving a trail of pre on my cheek. He smashes his other elbow down into my collarbone, and I gasp as a small nova of pain erupts from the impact. He damn near broke it with that strike. But… he’s only holding my head with one arm… If I can just… I open my mouth, shift slightly, and fucking bite down on his manhood, it’s practically shoved into my face already. Let’s see if that gets this fucker off me.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I feel this hairy muscled fucker’s body start to shake from the pain of the pretzel like position i’ve put him in, my legs squeezing his body and his collar bone taking punishment. “Just another special ops bitch with nothing special,'' I growl out, bringing my elbow back up to fire it again down into his collarbone, looking to break it for good. As my arm comes down, my body erupts in pain, face contorting as a guttural scream escapes my mouth from the searing agony that ripples deep within the bowels of my body. My muscled body goes into a state of paralysis as a thick shot of pre escapes my cock from the horrible pain and pleasure that washes over me. My lone arm tries to hold this mystery man in place but weakens significantly, the elbow losing some of its power mid-flight as I still try to connect with it but with much less power.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Brad screams, he felt that. I feel his hold on me start to weaken considerably, and some of the dangerous pain signals from my neck start to fade, but I’m not out of the woods yet, my right arm shoots up, and seizes the wrist of his right arm as it’s looped around my neck, I dig my thumb into the soft underside of his wrist, my hard, muscled arm flexing with power as I seek to unwrap his arm from around my neck and pull free. My cock stiffens involuntarily at the savagery of biting down on his manhood, and tasting the pre from his dick. My left arm reaches down, and grunting, as I’m on my knees in front of this bastard, with him wrapped around me shoved up against the vanity, to reach in between us, and grab his fucking balls, intending to give them a savage crush as I push down on my left arm, fighting to free my core from his scissors, feeling the heavy pressure from his thick legs.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: The pain continues to burn between my legs as this hairy muscled warrior bit into my cock right across the head. I just wanted to see the damage but couldn’t as the two of us were still tied together like a pretzel. He used the brutality of the attack to shift my arm, feeling a wave of a pain course through me that further weakened my grip on his neck as he exploded out of it. My legs were the only thing holding him as they torqued his body, arching my back and using the vanity as leverage, coupled with the instinctive reflux of the pain he’d just put into my manhood, I flexed hard around him, putting a lot of pressure on his ribs. I feel his rock hard manhood against me, pushing and flexing as he goes for my balls with his left hand. I bring my right out and grab his wrist, just millimeters from his intended target, my strong arm up against his as I stalemate his movement, at least for now as my chest heaves for air, sweat coating it in the tiny hot space we’re in. His right arm tries to break my strangle on him leaving his head exposed as i use my free hand to go for his bearded face, turning redder by the second with the power he is putting in trying to break my hold on him, trying to grab the side of it and drive my thumb into his eye.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: As I’m scraping his right arm free from around my neck with my right, finally bursting my head free, releasing my grip to refocus my attack, Brad’s recently freed right hand grabs my left wrist just inches from his balls, stalemating me. GRRRRRRRRRRrr I grunt with effort, then his left goes up for my eyes. ARGHHHH… I twist my head to the side, feeling Brad’s fingers scrape across the puffed up heavily swollen area beneath the eye from his savage punch, ripping into it, sending blood streaming down my face, soaking my beard.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: With a sudden heave, outrageous pain starts to explode across my furry, powerful abs. GODDAMN.. Brad has some sick strength. His fucking thighs are like two steel cables cutting me in half. I reach out with my right hand, grab the edge of the sink and heave up suddenly, gathering every ounce of power I can from my legs and torso before my ribs get crushed. I move my head constantly to avoid his seeking left hand trying to blind me further. I stagger from the heavy weight of Brad hanging off my waist, then twist and lunge forward, gasping in pain, trying to fucking swing Brad’s body like a club through the glass shower door just beside and behind us.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: Hearing for the first time from this bearded man of mystery as he grunts, his body being tested by my leg grip, trying to break him down as my finger slices across his under eye, opening him up some more. “You look pretty now, bitch.” I growl defiantly, feeling like I have him wasting a lot of energy trying to wear him down. “They sent an ape to do a man’s job,” I add, seeing the pained look on his face. He puts his hand on the vanity to try and get up and I almost laugh at the notion. “Where do you think you’re going? Stay a while longer!” I growl, squeezing even harder and still swatting at his head with my hand as I can see my cock clearly now, cut and bleeding around the head, pain still emanating from it in waves as it’s coated halfway up the shaft in my blood. Then he gets his foot under him, his muscled legs powering up and lifting me off the ground.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: ‘Oh shit’ I think to myself, impressed at the raw power and endurance this man has. ‘Maybe these agencies did have someone who was worth half a shit, besides Trevor of course,” My back leaves the vanity as his legs wobble, supporting my weight as I cling on vice-like to his hairy torso. I feel his manhood press into my glutes and know it’s time to get out of here or I’m in serious trouble. His staggering and my weight slow him down and I can see what he is wanting to do. As he twists, I release my leg grip on his torso, falling toward the hard tiled floor again and landing hard on my ass right next to the shower, bracing against it. The glass rattles loudly but doesn’t shatter, the joints holding it together holding still as this hairy animal is free from my grip but presents me with quite the prize, his manhood straight in front of me. And payback will never be enough after my own was bitten as I swing my right arm up in an uppercut looking to drive his balls up into his taint and body.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: The whole time Brad is wasting his energy trying to insult me, I’m looking to fuck him up. But he releases just in time to avoid being smashed through the glass shower door. I heave, gasping involuntarily from the enormous pressure just released from my hard, hairy, core. AWWFFUCKKKKkkk… I barely have time to catch my breath after being squeezed in Brad’s steel-hard thighs, and having my head used as a scratching post when his right arm crashes up into my nuts. I double up, staggering backwards, bile fighting to rise up into my throat. My hard, hairy beef is heaving and quivering. But I don't have time to be sick… Grunting, I grab the sink as it’s attached to the wall. The destruction of most of the vanity has exposed its cheap construction. I grab the rim of the sink, flex my muscles, and rip it right off the fucking wall, trying to use it as a heavy weapon to back Brad the fuck off. As soon as the sink is ripped free, the hot and cold water pipes spray a continuous jet of water right towards the shower where Brad was thrown.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My fist connects hard to this intruder's soft and fleshy ball sack, driving it up into his body as my dick flexes into steel, a gob of pre appearing on the slit. I always did enjoy the sensation of punishing an opponent and now this bitch was going to be mine. He staggers back, leaning into the wall, legs seeming to wobble a little but the fucker keeps his feet, demonstrating just how tough he was. He reaches down and grabs the sink from the wall, ripping it off as water starts to spray everywhere, mostly on me on the ground as immediately I’m moving to get back to my feet.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: But it’s not fast enough. The sink leaves his hands and comes straight at me as I move. It hit solidly against my left shoulder, digging straight into the joint and spinning my body around 90 degrees, showing my back to this dangerous adversary. The sink continues through and shatters the glass of the shower, a huge crack and then crash of glass breaking and falling to the tiled floor. I grimace in pain as I lean into the wall behind me and bring my leg up and mule kick backward toward the bathroom door, only able to see where this hairy muscle beast is in the mirror on the wall, looking to drive him back through the bathroom door and into the bedroom to give me some space.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Grunting, heaving, my balls still in agony, I watch as that sink clips his shoulder and smashes the shower glass door into shards. I leap forward, as the tightly muscled, brutal Syndicate agent is spun around to his back from the clipping blow. I grunted, that hurt him. He’s mine now. Then, suddenly a huge foot smashes into my balls for the third fucking time in the fight. I gasp, involuntarily doubling up, and stumbling backwards into the bedroom, falling on my hands and knees, chest and gut heaving, bile dripping out of my mouth as the outrageous, mind-numbing, soul-destroying agony is demanding that I puke. I refuse… Oh fuck… Got to pull this together. Fight the pain, be the pain, embrace the pain. I start to stagger up to my feet, eyes scanning for my adversary.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I feel my foot connect to this fuckers manhood again, feeling it compress against his body as I drive him backward and out the bathroom door, back into the bedroom. I turn fully around, stumbling, a grunt of pain escaping me still as my shoulder throbs in pain, breathing quicker as the fight continues to stay intense. Seeing him on the ground motivates me as I step out of the bathroom to hunt him down. I have him now, he’s on his hands and knees, imagining the pain he’s experiencing as I look to put the finishing touches on my next beta bitch. I step forward and look to grab his dirty brown hair, trying to pull him up a little higher. “You’re fucking mine, bitch! Let’s see how tough you really are...” I growl, roaring out loud with aggression as I turn my hips toward him and try to land my knee straight into his already swollen eye and bloody face.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I’m fighting to get up to my feet, but the agony knifing through my balls is next level. I’m tough, but my balls have already taken an outrageous amount of abuse in this fight. But, I manage to find my calm centre again, mastering the pain, just as the sadistic murdering Syndicate agent grabs my hair, and starts to lift my head up. Growling, I snap my left arm up, deflecting his knee strike along the side of my hard, hairy, powerful arm, which at the same time, opens his own crotch up wide. I drive my right fist forward, looking to utterly smash his criminal baby makers against the pubic bone, and give him a fucking taste of his own medecine.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I can see the pain on his face as I pull his hair back, almost ripping it from the scalp with the ferocity but then instead of the soft fleshy battle-torn face, I feel his hard boney forearm as he deflects my knee. Exposed, and only milliseconds later, the pain cuts straight through my core as my own low hanging balls are slammed up into my body before I can even get my leg down. I stagger backward, keeping a grip on his hair for a step before releasing it, falling back and through the doorway into the living room area, grabbing onto the barstool. “Motherfucker!” I growl angrily as I hold my manhood, breathing heavily, the waves of nausea trying to escape as I suppress it, my legs wobbling as I use the bar to support myself.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My fist makes solid contact with that fucker’s balls, and SHIT but it feels good. Calm Seth. Calm. Be the eye of the storm. Get those emotions under control. This might be the man who killed Trevor, who killed the man you loved like a son, but you need to stay calm and focused. Brad stumbles backwards, pulling me forward with his grip on my hair, unbalancing me slightly. I fall forward to my hands and knees as he staggers back into the living area, catching a stool to keep him from puking or falling over. Chest heaving, feeling all the battle damage from our fight, I surge through the doorway, my own pain and nausea subsiding. I come in loaded for bear, my fists cocked, firing a heavy left hook towards his right hand ribs, and following that up with a right cross for his jaw, I’m cold, focused, determined. This bastard is going down. I’m taking him to justice today.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My eyes squint as I take a precious second or two to try and rub out the pain in my groin but this motherfucker is on me like white on rice as he gets up and comes at my unbalanced frame. I get my right arm down to block the heavy hook he fires toward my ribs, committing to the block off balance which leaves me open for the right to my head. It rocks me hard and my back is lifted onto the bar, nearly sending me over the back side of it as bottles from the countertop go flying everywhere, crashing and cracking glass rings everywhere in its high pitched sound as my eye starts to swell up, the throbbing radiating from it. I hadn’t been hit that hard in a long time. My cock rested up on my abs, leaking as i slowly shifted, the glass underneath me as i tried to send my right leg flailing toward this fucker’s head, looking to connect with my knee more so than my foot given his close proximity, trying to buy some space and time as he had me reeling.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I’m focused, the throbbing pain from my battered body thrumming like a drum pounding in the background. My dick is stiff as a steel spike, leaking pre-cum, completely natural when I’m this far into a brutal fight. He blocks my left hook, but my right cross lands sweet as a nut, not on his jaw, but slamming into his eye which is just as good. My blow knocks his body to the side, and backwards, up onto the counter. I spared no muscle when I threw that blow. None at all. Glass goes flying, shattering everywhere. My guard is in tight, and he throws that knee up towards my head, but I’m not fucking having it. My left arm snaps up tight, absorbs the impact, and then I reach down and snatch his leg before he can pull it back. I brace myself, heave, twist from the hips, as my hard, furry muscle ripples with power, seeking to literally pull Brad off the bar and fling him across the room into the wall like he was a frisbee.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I feel this fucker’s strong hands as he gets his arms up in front of his face in the nick of time, my knee bouncing off of it. I pull back but he snatches my ankle. Then he pulls, slowly sliding me down the top of the bar, glass shattering and crashing around me as i feel him wind up, his ripped furry torso and legs getting into the motion as he slingshots my thickly muscled body off the bar and straight into the wall on the other side of the doorframe to the bedroom. My weight smashes into it, caving in the sheet rock and denting it as my head hits the wall hard, dazing me more, knocking over a table plant and sending it to the floor next to me, groaning in pain as i lean against the wall, bringing my hand up slowly toward my throbbing head and bringing my legs in toward my body.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I want to put this bastard out of commision quickly. He’s a tough one, living up to his reputation as one of the Syndicate’s rising stars. But I’ve been around for a while, and I don’t fuck around when it comes to taking out the trash. I know he’s capable. He managed to kill Trevor. But he won’t escape me. I grab a bar stool, lift it over my head, and swing it like a club, aiming to smash the legs into Brad’s body as he leans up against the wall. I’m focused on the task at hand, my cock is even stiffer, and I feel that finally, I’m getting the upper hand with Brad. My chest is heaving, I’m still aching all over, especially my balls and my jaw, and my left eye is practically swollen shut. But that is all just pain. I’m in the zone, in the cold center of the storm. And it’s time to fuck Brad up.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I look up trying to focus my vision, seeing three of this intruder now and fuck my head hurts. I push off the wall, knowing I can’t stay here, my fight instincts kicking in, I can't remain vulnerable like this. I turn onto my side and then the bar stool comes down and breaks across my back, the wood splintering with a resounding thud against me, the legs coming off as I get flattened back to the ground. I roll over slowly onto my side and then my back, pain coursing through my torso from the hit. “Motherfucker,” I cough out, reaching slowly for the splintered leg of the bar stool, then pushing up with my other hand and slashing it toward this mystery man’s rib cage, hoping to slow him down.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: The barstool shatters across Brad’s back as he turns barely in time to avoid taking it to his front. There is a satisfying CRUNCH as the wood splinters across his broad back with heavy force, the stool breaking. My cock surges, the fight lust pounding in my veins. This is for you Trevor… He rolls over to his side, and curses. I keep my calm and move in, even as Brad grabs a splintered leg of the barstool and swipes it towards my ribs. I backpedal, sucking in my hairy, muscled torso, the splintered edge just barely brushing the fur on my hardened abs as it whistles past. Then, I surge forward, in the wake of that swing, dropping down, my right hand snapping forward to seize Brad’s wrist as he’s wielding that splintered leg in his left hand, as my left knee drops down like a piledriver, looking to smash the fuck out of Brad’s abs and core.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I swing the splintered leg toward this man’s ab wall and watch as it just grazes the hair on his chest, swinging through and leaving me open for his counter as he plows into me, dropping his knee down hard into my sweaty body, forcing a loud grunt out of me and a pained grimace on my face as I get pinned up against the wall, swallowing the pain that streaks through my core. His face is determined and focused as our battered eyes meet for an instant, clearly a man who is looking to not just capture me. His grip on my wrist is strong as i try to hold onto the shard but it bends awkwardly and falls from my hand, more concerned that he is close to mounting me, my cock rock hard and riding up my abs. I try to bring my muscled leg inside him and try to slam my foot into his shoulder to knock him back, pressing against the wall as leverage.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I’ve got him now, and I’m going to fuck him up hard. My knee smashes down deep into his body, pinning him against the wall. He drops the splintered bar stool as my hand seizes his wrist firmly, twisting and digging into the soft underside. My bearded expression is grimly determined and unwavering, cold as ice. He brings his heavily muscled leg up, to plant his foot on my shoulder, but I bend forward at the waist, letting the foot slide up above my shoulder, and heave forward, pinning his leg against the wall. My left fist is cocked, my hard, hairy muscles are rippling with power, as I unload that fist directly down into Brad’s fucking face. I will happily rearrange his features for him. I don’t care what part of his face I hit, but I’m going to fucking smash him into oblivion.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: This motherfucker crushes down on me with his weight as my foot slides off his chest, making me even more vulnerable. I bring my arms up as my body gets pretzeled against the wall, his hairy muscled frame scratching and clawing against mine as I try to reposition. I expect the shot to my face but it’s milliseconds faster than I can react to as his fist slams into my right eye, sending my head backward into the wall for a double whammy. I see stars, my eye already swollen starting to close on me as I try to cover up more, feeling his large cock up against my torso. I take a risk, reaching toward his face, lowering the guard from mine to see three of his face, trying to extend two fingers toward his left eye, trying to poke and hook whatever i can, hoping I get one of his eyes, letting out a pained grunt as his weight still presses down on my bruised core.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I smash my fist into his face, smashing into his right eye with a satisfying crunch. Cold and impassive, I stare down into Brad as he struggles beneath me, my knee is drilling deep into his core, keeping him pinned to the wall. My shoulder is pinning one of his legs firmly against the wall, and my hand is seizing his wrist, keeping his arm well out of action. My cock is rock hard, pinned against his hard-muscled torso, leaking pre-cum on his muscled, speared core. Then, he lifts his hand up towards my face, but I’m not having any of his shit. He’s mine. Cold as ice, I grab his two extended fingers with my hand, and viciously twist my wrist,trying to manipulate his own wrist with my grip on those fingers, to bend his fingers backwards, my hard, hairy muscle surging with power. I’m doing my level best to break his fingers with my twisting grip.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: It’s harder to breathe as this fucker’s knee is compressing my chest as he grabs my hand, twisting it and then bending my fingers in his strong grip, one of them sliding out of the socket, dislocating. I scream out in pain as the second finger follows right after that, trying to rip my arm back toward my body and away from his grip, the muscles in my core and arm peaking as I struggle against him. My vision clears more as the pain courses through my arm, my dick leaking heavily. I am out of many options on what I can do as this hairy muscle beast is all up on me. I try to use my other arm to snake my hand down and grab his balls, feeling and knowing exactly where his cock is against my body, trying to dig my nails into his scrotum and pulling down hard toward the ground.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I do some savage damage to Brad’s fucking fingers, I’ve got him on the ropes now. I stay in the calm, cold center. Keep your focus Seth. Time to put him out. Take him down. He rips his wounded hand out of my grip, then tries to snake his other arm down free of my other grip, probably to try and attack my balls again, but I keep a firm hold on his other wrist.. My dick is hard, and leaking, the primal domination I’m unleashing on this tattooed, hard muscled Syndicate agent making my balls churn. I’ve got him now. My free hand makes another fist, and I smash it down like a sledgehammer, directly into Brad’s face again. My goal is simple. Knock him the fuck out.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I grunt as this fuckin’ cunt’s weight is pressing down on me, his hairy muscled frame compressing me against the wall as I have very little space to operate. My eyes lock with his as my hand compresses around his dangling sack, feeling the power and weight of them just as his fist smashes into my right eye, opening a nasty cut right underneath it as it rocks my head back into the wall. My hand releases as I see stars, pressed back against the wall, fully dazed from the shot but still conscious, my body losing its resistance against his.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: He gets a hold of my balls, and begins to crush inwards, but my fist smashes down powerfully into his right eye, and slams his head back into the wall. The pain which had started to rumble and churn in my balls subsided. My cock started to stiffen even further, leaking pre-cum. The fight lust was roaring in my veins, and I was filled with a cold, icy rage. This was the man that killed Trevor. I SMASHED my fist down into his face again, my biceps and hard, hairy muscle flexing with sickening power. Something primal, satisfying about beating this piece of Syndicate trash into a fucking bloody pulp. Stay focused Seth. Stay calm. Focused. Calm.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My cock is rock hard, smearing my alpha pre all across my smooth ripped abs, breathing heavily as this attacker’s heavy body continues to compress mine. Blood explodes from my nose onto his thigh and chest and runs down my chin onto my upper pecs as his fist smashes straight into my face, breaking it audibly, causing my eyes to water, stars continuing to form. I can feel his big and thick cock up against my torso, knowing I’m in serious trouble. I reach up, my smooth and slick forearm and tatto’d bicep clenching, as I grab for his throat as he starts to dominate, a feeling I am not used to as I need to fight back. I claw at him to try and get my thumb against his Adam’s apple to push it in but I’m seeing two and at times three throats.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: It feels so savagely satisfying, the feel of my fist crunching deep into his face, it causes the animal bloodlust to burn in my veins, the primal desire to dominate and destroy him. He reaches up that tattooed arm in desperate self-defense, trying to grab my throat, but he’s bobbing and weaving like a drunken sailor, I grab his hand with my own, and push it aside. I refocus, staying calm and cool, cold and calculating, keeping the surging primal savage emotions outside my calm center. My hard, steel cock is leaking pre-cum onto his abs, as I prepare to strike. I lunge forward, lifting my knee up from where it is pinning down Brad, and smash it full force like a wrecking ball into Brad’s jaw.

12:26 AgentBradSterling: My hand waivers as this unknown attacker grabs it, controlling it. ‘Fuck, I am weaker than i think,’ the thought passes through my mind as he adjusts, his weight coming off my torso. I try to push off the wall at the same time but he lunges straight forward and drives his knee into my jaw. My head snaps to the side, spit flying and a lower tooth, the steady flow of blood from my nose spattering across his thigh as my head gets slammed backward into the wall, denting the plaster. My body loses more power as I slump against the wall, my arm falling down to my side as I lay there in a full on daze, still conscious but barely as my ears ring, the only thing moving quickly is my chest as i suck in air. “Who….the fuck….are you?” i ask, slurring my words a bit as the brutal attack to my jaw fucked up my tongue as well.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My knee crunches with a deep impact to Brad’s jaw, and his head snaps savagely to the side, blood spraying me and the wall. He slumps down against the wall, and I move forward, starting to drive my fist into the side of his neck in a vicious punch choke designed to knock him the fuck out. I hear him ask his question, his voice slurred, blood staining his face and my hairy chest and beard, my cock wedged up tight against his smooth pecs, dripping pre-cum on his hard muscled body, quivering with alpha dominance. I replied, “My name is Captain Seth Williams, ASG. And you, you mother fucking murdering piece of Syndicate shit, are mine.”

12:26 AgentBradSterling: I see three of this motherfucker as he slowly mounts my body, pinning my torso to the wall as his heavy balls slam down against my chest and his dick sticks straight up in front of my face like a flag pole, leaking heavily and in triumph. I pull my legs in instinctively, feet pushing on the ground but I’m not going anywhere, my cock at full mast between my legs behind him, heavy balls dangling down between my legs, each well defined in my sac. The punch lands on my neck, a spine tingling impact that causes me to gag as I hear just at the end who he is before the world goes dark, my body going limp underneath him, muscles relaxing as blood leaks from my face, running onto my shoulder and chest.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Suddenly, as I lift my fist to smash Brad again, I realize he’s knocked out cold. Blood pooling on his chest and shoulder, leaking out of his mouth, his beaten muscle twitching. Suddenly, I’m consumed by a hot fiery rage, my dick stiffens even further, leaking pre-cum in a huge spurt, the savage delight of conquering his tough muscle making my balls churn. The desire, the need to rape him surges in my guts, the longing to simply grab his neck as I fill his ass with my conquering cum, and snap it, to beat his fist in with my fists until I fucking kill him, to avenge Trevor. It burns so hot. So fucking hot. I find myself reaching down to flip him over with one hand, as my other frees my dick. My cold, calm place shatters like a crystal, and now the conquering alpha animal is in full control. I’m on the verge of driving my dick deep into his ass, when suddenly with a gasp, I pull myself back. Not… like this… DUTY. Seth. DUTY.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Think how much sweeter your vengeance will be if he’s awake to fully appreciate how fucked he is. Duty Seth… Duty… My duty is to take him back to Australia, bury him deep in the ASG’s detention centre and torture his ass and use the intel to crack the Syndicate wide open like a rotten egg. I sigh. There was more at stake here than my personal vengeance. Fuck. It was one of the hardest things I’d ever done… Trevor had meant so much to me, and I had to let the man who had murdered him live. For now.

Published: 2023-04-09, viewed 37 times.