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

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I didn’t remember much of the rest of that night, or the following day. Brief visions of being helped out of the van, carried somewhere, an infirmary type room where I was being treated. The pain never got worse, so that was a positive and finally two days later I woke up and stayed up. The nurse in the room told me I had been mumbling about Seth Williams, how I was saying I had to end him, whatever that meant…clearly her mind wasn’t in our line of work because if I heard that it would be as clear as day what it meant.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I asked about Seth and was told he was being kept downstairs. Which then led to the question of…well where was here. Alice Springs. We were still in Alice fucking Springs? Right under the nose of the ASG…I wasn’t happy about that but at least it was clear that the ASG didn’t know where we were. Another day and I was walking around and two more I was doing what the nurses said I shouldn’t be doing under any circumstances. Working out. I always felt the best way to recover was to push yourself to recovery.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: A week in I ventured outside the bedroom and roamed the safe house. Everyone had scattered, which had likely been wise given the heat we’d have on us. They had left me because they had to. The panic basement was where Seth was being kept and the door, 6” of solid steel, was not getting opened by anyone without biometric access. And so far, nobody seemed to have that. As much as I would have ripped a hole in the world to kill this motherfucker, I wasn't going to do it and alert the world that we were here. I just had to suck it up and wait.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: What was perhaps more infuriating with the silence. No word from the Syndicate. Danijel gone. Drew gone. Nobody except the hopeless nurses who looked at me with blank stares when I asked any question unless it was about the weather outside. Finally though, nearly two weeks into this confinement, I was starting to feel better. I had even made my way out of the house for a night or two under cover of darkness to feel the fresh air of freedom again. As I walked home one night, the message was delivered to my encrypted phone. A meeting tomorrow. Finally some answers…

12:25 AgentBradSterling: It couldn’t come fast enough and at 10PM in the evening, I walked down to the comms room. This was a highly secure space the Syndicate had set up in all their safehouses. I sat in a black leather chair, waiting for the meeting to start. A television lit up in front of me as the line was connected. It was all white with a black line through the middle. Then as the person spoke, the line moved, showing the voice waves.

12:25 TheSyndicate: “Agents Sterling and Novac, you are speaking with Syndicate 1452.” the voice said. It was clearly the audio was also modified but the voice was male, that much seemed clear. “Agent Novac, you have submitted your debrief from your extraction mission. Congratulations on the successful rescue of Agent Sterling from the hands of Seth Williams, ASG. As discussed, you and your squad have earned a favorable reputation with us and we are excited for our relationship to continue evolving in the future.

12:25 TheSyndicate: “Agent Sterling. You have been reckless. Engaging with another known ASG officer, Trevor Crawford, in Phuket Thailand without a purpose or direct order. Eliminating said agent without a direct order. Engaging with a male prostitute in Brazil in a predictable manner which allowed for your capture by ASG agent Seth Williams. This capture, and these poor decisions, led our organization to evaluate your value to us. You would be dead right now had you not sent us the transmission out of the ASG facility. Without that information, we would not have come to rescue such a volatile and ego driven asset. Your behavior and subsequent capture compromised our organization and we do not take that lightly.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: “I told them nothing,” I growled in response, my blood starting to boil in response. “And what I do on my own time is my business,” I fired back. “I’ve told you this is how it will be, since the beginning. I swear, talking to you people is like talking to a wall…”

12:25 TheSyndicate: “The ASG knows more about us than they did before,” the voice continued, not stopping to listen to Brad’s response. “And that is not acceptable. In addition to compromising our organization, your unnecessary risks and capture led to further risk and expense needing to be taken to rescue you. So much risk in fact that, in Agent Novac’s report, he informed us that you insisted on head to head combat with ASG Seth Williams personally, to further drive your ego. And when you were finally successful against him, you planned to kill him rather than take him as a hostage. It was fortunate that Agent Novac was there to put sanity into your thick skull. You’ve made many mistakes, Agent Sterling. While the Syndicate expects nothing in repayment for these mistakes, you owe a debt and your life to Agent Novac and his team.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I rolled my eyes. “I’ll give Danijel a 8.5” debt payment right up his ass.” I said to the screen, still bitter over how he was being perceived in this debrief.

12:25 TheSyndicate: “The one positive in all of this has been your information. While it was not asked for, it has been quite useful to discover details of the EMP device being developed by the Australians, in conjunction with the Americans and the British. Your message informed us this device was being shipped from Australia to America but did not say when or where from or how. Without this knowledge, the important information you delivered about this EMP device will be useless. It is now your task to extract this information from ASG Agent Williams. The biometric lock to the panic basement in your safehouse has now been loaded with your biometrics to allow for entry. Get these missing details for us Agent Sterling, like your life depends on it.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: My blood boiling started to go down until the end, which was a clear threat. I had been through many debriefs before and this was the harshest for sure. The Syndicate was known for culling rogue agents and while I didn’t relish living in their world the way some agents did, I still enjoyed living. “Are there…”

12:25 TheSyndicate: “Get the shipping information Agent Sterling. We are counting on you.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: The screen then went dark. The meeting, if you could call it that, was over. I stood up and sent my foot straight toward the television screen, sending it toppling off the wall. “Motherfuckers can’t threaten me,” I growled, turning and storming out of the room. The nurses could see I was not in a good mood when I exited the comms room but as I walked past the panic basement door, I paused. I looked at the biometric handle as a smile came back to my face while my manhood shifted slowly in pants. The Syndicate didn’t have to let me do this. As much as the debrief revealed their annoyances at how we’ve gotten to this point, I was the man they were relying on to get this valuable intel from Seth. Novac wasn’t. It was time to perform and an opportunity to redeem myself, to get back into the good graces of the powers that be.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: ‘Can’t extract information on an empty stomach,’ I thought to myself, continuing to the kitchen, contemplating just what fun I was about to have.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I had received the summons to the debrief suddenly, without any warning. My phone pinging with the distinctive ring tone that I had come to both dread and anticipate. This wasn’t the first debriefing since we had arrived at the safehouse on the outside of Alice Springs. The first debriefing had occurred while Brad was still recovering and Seth had been transferred to the panic basement, access to him limited to the medical staff so they could stabilize his condition, and keep him alive. But even they had been closely monitored, any misstep on their part would be followed by a swift death. I was impressed. The Syndicate clearly considered Seth Williams to be an extremely valuable asset.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: Drew had moaned slightly when my phone pinged, but rolled over going back to sleep right after. I smiled at him gently, his hard-muscled body still slightly damp with sweat from our marathon fuck session, my Irish lad was totally exhausted. And no surprise. My balls were still aching after emptying themselves nearly dry, after wrecking his ass. My heart ached. Nothing, noone could move me the way Drew did. He was mine. Mine. My fiery red-haired, hard-muscled Irish bastard. I dressed quickly and left quietly, shutting the door softly as I strode down the hall, exchanging nods with the guards flanking my door. The facility was larger than it looked, 90% of it being below ground, the small portion above ground resembling an innocuous warehouse in a light industrial park. It was spartan and utilitarian, the walls and floors primarily fashioned out of reinforced concrete. It suited me perfectly. No frills. Just the basics.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I hadn’t laid eyes on Brad, not in person, since arriving. Most of us had scattered, spreading out so that in the event we were compromised by the ASG, some of us would survive. But Drew and I had stayed at the main facility, in a section sealed off from the medical wing. Brad wasn’t even aware that we were here. But I had no doubt he soon would. I glanced at my phone, it was coming up on 10pm. I slid into the secure comms room, and sat down in one of the two available black chairs. The room was kept in the dark, and I’m not even certain Brad saw me when he entered and took another chair, so deep were the shadows in the part of the room I sat in. Before long the TV lit up, and the Syndicate handler began to speak. As always, the voice was modulated so as to be unrecognizable, and the only visual was a black line vibrating in sync with the voice on a white screen. Their trademark. Who were they? No one, not me, not Brad, not any of the countless agents doing their bidding, had a fucking clue.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I sat quietly, listening to the voice, nodding in quiet acceptance of their praise. My men were good. My reputation as a consummate professional was well-earned. This was just another day at the office. Then, the voice droned on, and I was very glad not to be in Brad’s shoes just then. They were raking him over the coals, and, I thought, for good reason. Brad had behaved more like a spoiled prince than a Syndicate Agent. Brad was one of the few men who worked directly for the Syndicate. The rest of us, Derek Steel, myself, a few others, preferred to work on contract. There was just one point in the debrief when my blood pressure spiked, Brad’s little comment about shoving his cock up my ass did not sit well with me. This was not the Brad I had worked with back in Philly, this Brad was an ego-driven cock-sucking arrogant asshole. Someday, we would get a chance to see who would shove whose cock up whose ass. But I kept my peace, filing that insult away for later.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I stayed silent, understanding dawning on me suddenly when the Syndicate finally revealed their true goal, the shipping details for the prototype EMP device. I’d heard rumors that the allies were developing a new ultra-high powered, miniaturized EMP bomb, but that’s all they were, rumors. Clearly, they were more than that. And Seth Williams was the man who knew those details. Fuck me. No wonder the Syndicate was going through all this trouble to keep Seth safe. And to think… they had offered me the chance to interrogate Seth and I turned it down. Well fuck. Still, as much as I was growing to loathe the arrogant bastard that Brad was becoming, I knew that interrogating Seth Williams was Brad’s privilege. If I were in his shoes, I would demand the same.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: The meeting ended, and Brad left first. I waited a moment, then followed after. I avoided Brad, who headed for the kitchen and returned instead to my room and Drew. That meeting had given me a lot to think about. And it was clear that the Street Brothers cred with the Syndicate was on the rise after this episode. That meant opportunities. Perhaps even opportunities that would elevate us to the level of the Brotherhood of Steel. My mind was churning as I softly entered the bedroom, but then my train of thought was distracted once again as I spied my buff, muscled fiery Irish bastard laid out on the bed. I’d just drained my balls fucking him into oblivion, but already, my cock twitched at the sight of my man. Fuck me.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: As much as Danijel had tried, I did hear him leave earlier but I didn’t say anything, instead deciding to sleep longer and make him think he was quiet enough not to wake me. I fell back asleep and then when he returned, turned over to look at him, my cock coming to rest on my thigh as the cum-filled sheets were wrinkled and hanging loosely off the bed. “Mmmmmm” I moaned, stretching as I looked at my hot, brutal Croatian warrior walk into the apartment. He was my man and I was proud of the work we had done. So my logical question was…”So? How’d it go?” I asked, sitting up on an elbow, giving away that I had heard the alert on his phone and knew what the sound meant.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I chuckled as Drew moaned and stirred, waking up to eye me as I entered the bedroom, asking me his question in a tone that instantly clued me in that Drew hadn’t been asleep when I left the room. I wasn’t surprised. Drew as a professional. He was good. Damn good. One of the many qualities I loved about him. Casually, I peeled off my shirt, waiting to answer Drew’s question until my shirt was tossed in the corner, and my trousers and underwear soon followed. Even after the marathon fuck session we’d had earlier in the evening, my cock was starting to solidify again, pointing straight out like a flagpole. I slowly walked over to Drew, lay down in the bed, dropping on top of him, and kissing my handsome bastard tenderly at first, the aggression ramping up over time till I was doing my best to shove my entire mouth inside of his, my arms pinning his wrists to the bed, my cock grinding against his, our muscles rippling hard as we ground together. Then, slowly the intensity lessened, and I broke off the kiss, hovering over him, my heart pounding as I stared into the handsome Irish bastard’s eyes.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I chuckled slightly, “You always were too smart for your own good, you fucking bastard. Well, not like I was going to keep it a secret, not from you. As if I could keep a secret from you.” Danijel sighed, Drew was the only man that ever saw this side of him, the tender side. Danijel continued, while slowly rotating onto his side, his muscles flexing with a surge of power as he pulled his Irish bastard up against his torso, spooning him tight, his hard cock casually surfing the Irish stud’s ass. “It turns out that Captain Seth Williams knows the location of the miniaturized EMP prototype. Turns out that it’s somewhere in Australia. Brad has been selected to conduct the interrogation. The Street Brothers received some very rare praise from the Syndicate handler, and it looks like we have a bright future coming up. You did very well on that mission Drew, just … don’t forget that you haven’t replaced me yet.” It was said in a light tone, but it was clear from the subtext, that Danijel was referring to Drew’s bucking the chain of command when he ordered Danijel to the cab of the van in order to prevent friction between him and Brad.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: Danijel was more interested in getting back into bed and I wasn’t going to complain, watching him strip back down, his hard abs glistening in the light as he climbed on top of me, his thick manhood coming alive. I embraced him and wrapped my legs around his body as he attacked my mouth with his. My dick jumped as I ran up my body, feeling the heat from his muscles transferring onto me. I growled back into the kiss, my fingers going to his back as my nails pushed in, the bed creeping under the weight of two alphas.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: As he called me his bastard, it reminded me of the long road we had taken together. I reached a hand up and mussed up his hair as he shared the news. As he quipped about my decision to separate him from Sterling, I rolled my eyes. Danijel was by the book with everything. He knew I made the right call but insisted on calling me out about it nonetheless. The eye roll was all I’d say about that as I was more interested in this EMP device. I felt Danijels warm body spoon me, his cock pressing against my leg. The man knew how to use it…fuck last night was good, feeling the dull ache of pleasure that only he could give me. . I pushed my hip back so his dick slid along my crack. I didn’t give my ass to anyone…only Danijel and it was clear he wanted another round as much as I did. I wanted his best and I knew that came when he was angry so I was happy to push his buttons. “What are you going to do when they give me my own command? Then my team starts out performing yours and…well you have to rely on some green merc they put you with who can’t even load a rifle without dropping bullets from the nerves.” I laughed out loud. “Are you upset that Sterling is deposing Williams?” I asked. “After all, you brought him in.”

12:25 Danijel_Novac: My cock started to ache as I ground against my Irish bastard’s thick, hard muscled hamstring. That heavy, intense need to be in him, to take him, to fill him was rising like the unstoppable tide. I caught that eye roll, I knew Drew was not exactly the by-the-book type, and I wasn’t about to lecture him on the importance of respecting the chain of command, not now. I had other things on my mind, my arms held him tight as I stared over his shoulder down at his face, taking in every detail of his handsome features. I grunted suddenly as Drew shifted beside me, and his crack began to grind against my cock. That aching need to be in my Irish bastard, in that hot, tight muscled ass. Every inch of my Irishman was alpha hard, he was the only man for me.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: Then, as inevitably happened, Drew started pushing my buttons. He could play my emotions like an instrument, he knew me so well, he knew how much more intensely aroused I became when he brought out my alpha aggression. I started to grind harder into him as his little fantasy pushed my buttons hard. I growled back, “The day you start to outperform me, you red-headed little bastard, is the day I sign over the Street Brothers to you. Just for that, I’m going to make you babysit our next recruit.” Everybody hated to babysit a newbie. The men drew straws, and whoever got the shortest one was assigned to ‘babysitting’ duty until they figured out which men had what it took, and which didn’t.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: Groaning, I began to thrust his way into Drew’s ass. It was still loose from earlier in the evening, and still slick with my seed. I chuckled into Drew’s ear, starting to bite it as my cock drove deep inside him, answering his question. “Why should I be? The Syndicate offered me the job first, but I turned it down. It was only right for Brad to have Williams.” Then, a growl erupting from deep in my throat, I rammed my cock home, gasping with pleasure as Drew’s ass became full of my manhood, shuddering with pleasure as I began to powerfuck my Irish stud yet again. Pushing him over onto his chest, my hands digging deep into his thick, muscled traps, glorying in the feel of his hard muscle beneath my grip, sweat began to drip off my face down onto him. I snarled down into his ear, “Take it again, fucker. Take my seed. All of it.”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: Dmitri continued to nuzzle up and I loved his warm, strong body on mine. He was the perfect physical specimen and he was mine. I could feel the heat rising as he growled at me with his retort. “You’d better be ready for that day,” I said with a laugh. “I’m going to put you on laundry duty when it happens.” Then he countered with new recruit duty and I knew he had gone to the worst level.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: “Oh fuck yooooouuuu” I let out with a laugh just as he entered me again. I was prepared for him, giving a groan as he filled up my insides. As he hit my p wall, he told me the truth, or at least what he believed - that it was his choice and he had deferred to Sterling. Then the power fuck started to go and he told me to take his seed. This was where I would not be pushed around. I clenched my glutes and ass muscles as he pushed my chest into the bed, squeezing hard around his cock and slowing his thrusts dramatically. I look back at him “Let’s remember who owns who big boy,” I said, crimping down on his cock. “You cum when i let you,” I said, my face stone cold serious. But then I soften it with a wicked smile. It was true the reason we got along so well was that I was the power bottom that Dmitri couldn’t have his way with. I would own and blank his dick more often than not if I tried. I shifted my body to give him access, then released so he could get just the right amount of friction as he pumped more ferociously. The bed was rocking and while I couldn't see him, I could envision his pecs bouncing as sweat ran down his body. He was tuned and his dick was strong. “Come on soldier, is this all youve got? I bet Sterling fucks better than this.” I said,’knowing that would rile you up even more. “I hear his dick is legendary. Is yours?” I challenge

12:25 Danijel_Novac: I grunted as once again my Irish bastard shows me why he’s no one’s bitch, not even mine. His ass clenched like a vise on my dick as I started to order him to take my seed. I both hate this about him… and love it. Drew was not a bottom that one ordered around like a submissive bitch. No, not Drew. I know better than to try and dominate him while I’m fucking, but I can never help myself. This side of him, this power bottom side he has, enrages me and arouses me. It’s perhaps this dichotomy of his that I find so irresistible. I tried, strained, to force my cock in despite his clenched glutes, but Drew was one extremely powerful man, and I wasn’t penetrating deeper until he was ready. But Drew was also like the weather, his moods and whims shifting without warning. I growled in frustrated rage as he explained to me that I was the one whom he owned, that he would decide when I came. The frustration, the rage, and the arousal was all because it was perfectly true. I’d never met a man like Drew before, who took charge from the bottom, despite my best efforts to overpower him, sometimes I succeeded and took him despite his resistance, and sometimes he stopped me cold, like now.

12:25 Danijel_Novac: But then his mood shifted again, he’d established dominance, and now I was allowed access once more. My rage had aroused me so savagely that the bed was in danger of collapsing from my savage thrusts into him. But despite my power fucking, Drew took it like a champ, clenching tight to give me the perfect resistance no matter how hard I thrust into that muscled ass. I was soaked in sweat, but kept my rhythm building up, the tempo never faltering, my dick like a steel rod, driving into my man. My balls started to boil, then Drew came out with a remark that hit me from left field. Comparing me to Sterling? To Brad? I saw white for a moment, and despite having fucked him like a primal beast already this evening, that rage twisted me up, and I found myself increasing the tempo to new heights, even for me. “Sterling? You … fucking … bastard … You want … a legendary … cock … then … take .. this, bitch…” The friction heat building up on my cock and in his ass was noticeable, I was ramming him so hard, in a wild frenzy. My balls were boiling, and with a sound half growl, half roar, my balls clenched, and flooded his ass with another load of my seed.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins:I could picture Danijel’s face as I shut him down with my strong defenses, a characteristic I'd honed in on for a long time and used from time to time on him. I let him back in but in truth it wasn’t just that, he pushed his way through but it allowed me to adjust my hole and provide just the right amount of resistance to Danijel’s slight left lean on his cock. The tempo continued but when I compared him to Sterling, Danni took it to another level, cursing me as he pounded hard, his balls slapping audibly against my ass, taking no prisoners. He took the edge I was giving him and boiled over, exploding hard into my ass with another load of his spectacular seed. His hard pounding on my prostate and the thickness of his member orgasming inside of me set me off as well. My balls unloaded straight down into the sheets as I felt him rope several loads of hot seed into me, closing my eyes with pleasure as I let loose, our heavy breathing slowly dying down. I pulled to my left and slid from underneath him, rolling over and landing up on top of him. “That’s my big boy,'' I said, putting my finger down into his nose and pushing it before locking lips with him, riding my leg up his body, feeling his hard cock underneath me, still rock hard. Damn he could go for hours. We unlocked lips and I looked down on my alpha lover. “Another?”

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12:25 AgentBradSterling: The Syndicate's dedication to catering was an under-appreciated perk. I would have to send a note to Steele and thank him for recruiting me into an organization that cared so much about their contractors dietary preferences.. I licked my fingers dry of barbecue sauce, feeling a full belly settling in. Just downstairs, in a hell hole that nobody knew about, was what I had really come to feast on. And it was time. Oh Seth, how the roads had come full circle. I thought back just several weeks ago when the roles were reversed. The smell and burn of the electricity coursing through my body. The rectal and manhood abuse. The lights, sounds and smells they used to try and break me down. They got nothing. And this is where I would prove yet again to be the better man. Seth would tell me what the Syndicate wanted to know.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: And what they wanted to know was simple. After the debrief and during my meal, I read the extractable success metrics. They wanted to know where the EMP device was being transported from / to and on what vessel it was being transported. If I could extract a timeline that was a plus but they would have the other details shadowed immediately, knowing that it was possible the device would still have months of development to complete before it moved.

12:25 AgentBradSterling:I stood up from the kitchen table and left the dishes, walking over to the dungeon room door. I placed my finger on it and the light turned green, the lock clicking. The door was 6” thick, like a safe and the walls all around it were steel of equal thickness. I walked in and tugged hard to secure the door, red lights illuminating a stairwell down. At the bottom, another identical door required identification.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I opened it and stepped into the room. It was an observation room. Kristen’s head popped up and I nodded. “You’ve been keeping him well rested like he’s at the Four Season’s right?” I asked curiously, with a smile. The tall young lad was well athletically built wearing a military green t-shirt, fatigues and boots. “Oh yes, Brad. We’ve been making him increasingly more comfortable for you. Congrats on bringing him in. I heard you got into quite the fight with him. And then telling Danijel to stay back so you could finish it…you got some balls man.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I smirked. “Maybe you’ll get to see just what these balls are like later,” i said with a wink, turning away and walking to the door into the torture room. It was a 15x15 space but it was suitable for the activity. The door opened and the smell of Seth Williams wreaked in the air. It was pitch black inside so I just stayed quiet to see what Seth’s reaction would be to someone entering his space.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Blurrily, like trying to focus through a thick fog, I attempted once again to figure out how long I’d been here. Sleep. I needed sleep. The bastards have kept me awake for a while now… days? A week? Couldn’t have been that long. Fuck, I’m losing track. Still, in some ways, this is better than sleeping. Better than the nightmares before I woke up. What would have been best of all though was to never wake up. To have died back in the desert. The horror of realizing that the nightmare I’d had of my arm being cut off after … it hurt to even think of it.. after Brad knocked me out … wasn’t a nightmare. I was maimed. My arm was gone, the shoulder joint nothing but a savage burn that still hammered my brain with pain. It wasn’t fucking enough for those Syndicate cunts to free Brad, they had to maim me too. Why… why… I knew I was better than Brad. I knew it. How did that bastard take me? HOW? I felt the shame boiling deep inside me, of having failed my mission, failed my team, but wallowing in guilt or shame wasn’t going to get me out of here. I needed to stay ice calm.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Inevitably though, my thoughts kept returning to James… the men that served with me… were they alive? Dead? I needed to know that he was alive, that he made it out. Grief, rage, terror boiled inside me at the uncertainty of their fate. Losing Trevor was bad enough. But James, he survived. Like me. We survived. Other men died, other men were killed, but not us. Someday, when this over, we’ll be re-united, and have another story to tell each other over shots of vodka, before getting down to a marathon fuck session. James.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My mind was wandering again. Had to focus. Need to sleep, but they won’t let me. That guard, I didn’t even know his name, wouldn’t let me. He was tall, young, athletic, dressed like a soldier, but he wasn’t one of ours. I wanted him dead. Almost as much as Brad. The fucker toyed with me, tried to humiliate me at ever turn. He waited until I was so dehydrated, my lips were cracking and bleeding, then offer me a glass of water, only to piss in it before handing it over. Or, even worse, he’d offer it to my non-existent left hand, ordering me to take it, while my right was chained. I knew how this was done. Fuck, I wrote the manual on how it was done for the ASG. This shit, it doesn’t work on me. Not me. Shame and humiliation boiled inside me, and I swore again that kid was dead as soon as I was free. The ASG will already be assembling a team to rescue me. These Syndicate fuckers had done nothing but sign their own death warrants by taking me captive. I blinked. Where was that mother fucker? Sleep. I needed it. Every time my chin started to nod off, he was there. Blasting crappy eighties rock in my face. Jabbing me with a stun baton. Pissing in my face. I was going to kill him. Dead. The fucker was dead.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Wait. I’m losing focus. Focus Seth. Stay calm. Ice calm. You will survive this. You will escape. Wait for your chance, it will come. Where was that fucker? Someone else is there. It’s dark, so dark I can barely see. But I see their silhouette against the comparatively lighter doorway. It’s not the guard. This man stands differently, not as tall, and more muscled. Where have I seen him before? Something about him looks familiar. I raise my head, my nose so savagely shattered that my face is sickeningly disfigured. They gave me only the bare minimum of treatment to ensure I survived, but nothing else. My eyes narrowed, and I spoke up, my voice scratchy and harsh. My message was simple. “Go fuck yourself.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I had remained in my black, torso hugging gym shirt along with the black combat trousers that I had worn to the Syndicate meeting. A muscular, lithe and v-shaped shadow was all Seth Williams could see, for sure. Kristian and his rotational guard staff had been doing a nice job with Seth Williams, it seemed. The big ASG agent was standing, his good arm chained over his head. Fully naked, his furry body stained with the trials of torture, his missing arm nothing more than a stump of exposed bone. It was hard to see Seth but we’d change that.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I felt for the control in my pants pocket and pressed the button. The directional torch lights behind me blasting into his face as I made sure to stand offset from him, so it was still hard to see. The light revealed more scarring, cuts, stains and also caused Seth to jerk in reaction. He was clearly sleep deprived, his movements over exaggerated.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I clicked the lights off again and in an instant, it was pitch black. I had seen what I needed to. After a few seconds, I spoke up. “I am looking for Andres Balfanzo. Have you seen him?” I asked, ignoring Williams’ greeting. I stayed quiet for a second. “I’ve found everyone else. Trevor Crawford…… James McDonnel……. and his team of SAS agents. They are all dead and gone, Seth. But Andres…where is he, Seth?”

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Suddenly, my eyes were blasted by those motherfucking lamps, destroying my night vision in an instant, and sending pain stabbing down my optic nerves. I shuddered once, my eyes screwing shut. I refused to make a sound, biting back a groan. Slowly, I forced my eyes open, to adjust to the light, but as soon as I started to make out a blurry figure, the lights went out again, and I was even more blind than before. The helplessness of my situation, the raw fury at being toyed with churned inside my gut like acid, but I kept my cool. A shot of adrenaline helped combat the sleeplessness and aid my focus, if only for a brief while.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Suddenly, a voice spoke up. One that I recognized instantly of course. A cold chill, an ice cold fury solidified inside me as Brad ticked off a list of names. Trevor. James. James’s Team. And Andres. Rage and hate boiled up in me, white hot at the mention of James and his team. They couldn’t be dead. James was the toughest mother fucker I’d ever met. Not a chance some fucking syndicate goon had his number. He couldn’t be dead. He’d be there after this was all over. We survived. James and I. We survived. And Andres. Andres Balfanzo. The famous power bottom that led me to Brad, back in Brazil. No doubt a subtle dig on his part on how our situation has reversed.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: “You’ll remember…well maybe you won’t, but I sure as shit do, that I told you I like to talk. And since I’m the one asking questions this time, you’re going to play by my rules. We’re going to have some fun chatting. And then Seth, I’m going to kill you. Just like the others. I should have done it out on the battlefield when I took you man to man. Remember that? Remember how sweet it was?” I asked, almost giddy in my tone as I walked toward him, stopping in front of him. “Oh how’s your —arm.” I asked, grabbing for the stump and feeling the raw hole and bone left with my hand.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My eyes narrowed as Brad walked towards me, fury and hate boiling inside me. The adrenaline was already fading fast, and I had to fight to stay focused. I held on to my hate and rage like an anchor. That was better than the shame and humiliation at the memory of my defeat. I still couldn’t believe it. How had it happened? Then, the sick horror at the thought of James dead. I tried not to, but I couldn’t help it. When Brad reached out for my stump, grabbing at it with his hand, the jolt of pain seared into my brain like lightning and I screamed, feeling sick. Even worse was the total sense of helplessness. I had to vent the rage to hold off that sense of helplessness, as I turned that scream of pain into my reply, “FUCK YOU! YOU ARE EVEN STUPIDER THAN I THOUGHT IF YOU THINK I’VE GOT ANYTHING TO SAY TO YOU.” My voice sounded raw as I screamed at him, my usual ice cold composure completely discarded. I needed this. Needed this rage and hate to stay focused. “YOU ARE A FUCKING LIAR.” My eyes narrowed, and I got my heaving, writhing body under control after that burst of pain.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I spoke again, more quietly, my words intense, focused. “You think cutting off my arm is going to keep me from ripping your fucking balls off when I get free? Is that why you did it? Cause you are too much of a fucking coward to risk facing me again? The ASG will be looking for me Brad, and when they come, they will shoot to kill. They won’t fuck around this time. You, and your fucking shitbag Syndicate pals are living on borrowed time.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: In the dark, Seth started to process the situation and exploded with rage. I reached into my pocket and pulled my razor blade out as he shouted at the top of his lungs, in the dark. I pushed into him as he slowly calmed down again, pressing the blade up against his pubes. “Settle down, Seth. Or I’m going to make quite a mess of this work,” I said, running the blade down toward the base of his thick cock. “I don’t think cutting your arm off is going to stop you from wanting to rip my balls off. At the same time, it would be a shame for you to lose this fine cock prematurely.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I ran another broad stroke down his pubes, continuing to remove his hair. “Now I said I liked to talk…these threats are really a waste of your time. You are never going to be found again, Seth. Do you think the Syndicate got to where they are by not knowing how to counter all of the ASG’s, the CIAs, the Mi6s of the world? Now, let’s not get into debates on whose organization has the bigger dick. The reality is you and I are the same. Warriors. All of these organizations are necessary evils so that you and I can do what we love. And I gotta say Seth, I’ve really loved our tango. It is a shame it will end but it will be on my terms, so that’s good. How does that make you feel? Would you like to look me in the eyes and tell me?” I asked, reaching into my pocket and playing with the light switch to turn on one normal light, letting him get a look at me for the first time, the bruises mostly healed and my body ready for another fight if need be whereas he could also compare it to himself and see the proper grooming i was doing for him.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I grunted as I felt something down at my pubes. It was … a fucking razor. Brad was … shaving my pubes off? What the fuck??? The idea of him having that much control over me sickened me. It was emasculating. Which was of course the point. I knew this game. I knew how it was played. How many times had I played the same game? How many times had I used the same technique on other men? I shuddered, despite knowing exactly what was going on, it still fucked with me. I still hated it. I hated Brad. I wanted him dead. And I couldn’t make that happen, not now. So… I focused, fighting through the fog, needing to sleep. I focused, pulling my scattered thoughts together, getting a handle on my emotions as I felt my pubic hair slowly dropping off to the floor.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I felt Brad’s cocky, arrogant words sinking into my brain, but I was calmer now. I’d found my center again, found my cool. I stayed calm, focused on my breathing, letting him blather on. Suddenly, a single light came on, and I saw him, looking into his eyes for the first time. He was mostly recovered from our battle. He looked fighting fit, hard as steel. He radiated confidence. But I refused to let that get to me. I had found my center again, and calmly stared him right in the eyes. I knew who I was and why I did what I did. “Wrong as usual Brad. You call yourself a warrior? You think that all there is to being a warrior is having the biggest dick? Being the best fighter?”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: Seth’s pubes fell to the floor in bunches, heavy and thick as I could hear his breathing regulate. He was going from fury to calm. “Those are two components of it, yes,” I quipped with a smirk, continuing my work in a business-like fashion, a little less carefully but still not cutting him yet.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Calmly, I spat in his handsome face. “Fuck you Brad. Fuck yes, I love to fight. We both do. But that’s where the similarities stop. I’m a warrior. You know why? Because I’m fighting for what I love. My love of fighting serves something bigger than me. It serves the men I love. The country I love. You, you are not a warrior. You are just a fucking thug. The only thing you love is yourself.”

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: “You want to know how I feel? That’s how I fucking feel. Do your fucking worst.” I felt a sense of calm buoy me up, a sense of strength once again anchoring me. I would survive this. I would not break. Brad was just a thug. Nothing he could do could break me. A chilly draft tickled my naked crotch, and I fought down the sense of shame at how helpless I was in the face of this thug.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: The spit flew and landed on my sculpted cheek and started to drip down my jawline. I paused from the shaving, mostly done anyway, just so I could see the fire in Seth’s eyes. He truly believed this drivel he was spewing. It took every fiber of my being to not slice his manhood off right there but somehow I restrained. Williams wouldn’t just talk. I couldn’t just maim him till he gave up what I wanted. I needed to break him mentally. Perhaps castration would come later, but leading with that was not going to be as valuable. I folded the razorblade away and stood up, eyes remaining locked and staying calm while I turned and walked away, slowly wiping my forearm across my jawline to clean it up.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: “You have one thing right, Williams. I do love myself. I love myself a lot. And that’s precisely why I’m the best at my craft. Better than you and all your ASG beta cucks. Trevor too. I don’t let country or love get in the way of results. You think the Australian government is all high and mighty? The Americans? All of their leaders have my values, not yours. They will shit on you and your love of country or humans when it suits them. You hide behind this story of love and country because it’s convenient when a man like me beats you. And where is your country now? It’s been weeks. Not a peep. Call me a thug if you like, I wear it with a badge of honor but at least my organization came to rescue me. You, though, are a bride left at the altar when the man you were going to marry found me at the bachelor party.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I stopped for a second and took a deep sigh, audible. “The reality is you will not convince me and I won’t convince you. But we both know where the other stands and like you probably do, I stand proudly in my court.” I turned to face him. “But now there is one final game to play. I’m going to lay the rules out on the table. Your death is certain. The question is whether you can keep information from me. If you die without spilling your guts, you can take a final victory to the grave. If you can’t…we’ll just remember in your dying breath that I beat you again. Sound good?” These were high stakes but I was always about fair and direct competition. The Syndicate would likely be furious with my tactics but, well fuck them. I got shit done.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I hung there, in the chain, my eyes not leaving his face. How I’d love to bash his handsome face in. I longed for it with an ice cold passion. I focused on his face as he likewise spouted his insane drivel. Sure, our governments, our nations, weren’t saints. But they kept things working. They created a world where for the vast majority of people, tomorrow could be like today. Kept chaos at bay. Allowed families to raise their children in peace. That was worth fighting for. Dying for. Brad would never understand that. He was nothing but a fucking thug. He even admitted it. Wore it like a badge of honor. But he was right about one thing. Where was the ASG? I knew the protocol. They would be looking for me with a fine tooth comb, leaving no stone unturned. Where was I? Was I even in Australia still? Didn’t matter. We don’t leave our own behind. The ASG would come. I just had to endure. I looked at Brad with contempt. I laughed at him.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: “A fucking contest? A game? You are one sick bastard. You seriously think you can break me?” I sneered at him. How long has it been since I’ve slept? Sleep. Focus Seth. Focus. Stay on target. You have this

12:25 AgentBradSterling: “The EMP device that your government is contributing to is being sailed to the US upon its completion. You know the location of the final work being done, as well as the planned transportation route. When I have this information, your death will be quick and painless. One warrior to another, this is my parting honorable action to you. If you think I’m a thug, then perhaps some thugs have honor.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I walked over to a floor to ceiling cabinet on the wall, opening it up by pressing it and then swinging it wide to reveal a full closet of torture devices, wanting Seth to see them all before I started to implement each and every one on his body. I could keep a man alive for a long time in excruciating pain, especially a man like Williams who just wanted to be the hero all the time.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Suddenly, a spike of fear drilled it’s way into my sense of calm. The EMP device? How did they even know of its existence, let alone know that I knew where it was being worked on and when it was projected to be completed? How did they know that I was tasked with the security arrangements? Uncertainty wormed inside me. I looked over at the cabinet as Brad walked over, opening it, revealing an array of tools that I was all too familiar with. Now I knew the game. I knew the stakes. And a deep resolve began to rise inside me. There was no fucking way that I was going to let the Syndicate anywhere near that prototype. The thought of the Syndicate in possession of an EMP bomb that could transform a small country back to the stone age and fit inside a briefcase was unthinkable.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My voice stayed rock-steady, as I forced myself to focus through the fog of sleeplessness, “Whatever drugs your Syndicate cock-suckers are handing out, I want some. I don’t know what the fuck you are on about Brad. Might as well just kill me.” I steeled myself, digging deep for that fire, that ice cold calm, that determination that had served me so well throughout my career. I focused on the people that had mattered so much to me. Trevor. James. I would not let them down. Never. No matter what.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: “Oh no, Jeff Rogers. You’ll stay nice and clear headed,” I replied “And don’t you worry, I will kill you.” I pulled the cattle prod from the wall, the orb on the end about six inches in diameter. I smiled and twirled it in my hands. “Remember this, friend? I sure do.” I said, then pressing the button and letting the orb spark, the sound of electricity coursing through it. I walked up behind Seth and pressed the orb against his glutes, kneading it in as I wrapped an arm around his throat and pulled him into me, letting him feel my cock press against his ass. “I have a reputation for being pretty electric in bed. Trevor got to see that. Let me show you.” And with that, I pulled hard on Seth’s neck and used my other hand to thrust under and up with the prod, driving the orb straight into Seth’s hole. As it felt like it cleared the outer defense, I turned on the electricity, pulsing it in at high intensity. “I think we have sparks!” I shouted as I feel the prod vibrate, trying to keep it inside of Seth.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I focused on being the calm eye of the hurricane. I realized that I was about to be tested unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. And the stakes could not be higher. I held onto my determination, my strength. I would not break. Never. I will die first. My expression didn’t change, not a bit as I saw Brad go for the cattle prod. So, here’s my chance to show Brad how to take what I dished out. I’d been shocked before. It was part of my training. I kept my expression stoic, stayed calm, stayed in the moment, one breath to the next. I refused to flinch as I felt the orb tracing a line across my muscled glutes. Refused to flinch when I felt Brad’s steel-hard bicep encircling my throat. Refused to lash out when he mentioned Trevor, making his death into some kind of sick joke. I felt his arm rip my head back, I was totally helpless. Then, regardless of what I wanted or didn’t, my body had other ideas as Brad shoved that fucking baton up my ass.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: The pain as muscles ripped and tore, as my ass was literally torn up sent me into spasms, but nothing could prepare me for when he activated the cattle prod. I would have screamed if I could, but my muscles locked up, dancing like a puppet under the control of a maniac. Searing hot pain lanced through my ass, and the mother fucker had jammed it up against my prostate. Horrified, even as I felt third-degree burns erupt inside my ass, my cock stiffened like a flagpole, and in a totally biological reaction that I couldn’t control, my cock spewed a load of seed. There was no pleasure in it, the sensation of cumming was painful, degrading. I’ve never felt so humiliated in all my life. This was pure rape. Fury boiled inside me, mixing with the humiliation and shame. I wanted to rip his fucking head off.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I enjoyed the slow preparations. The room was quiet as Seth tried to hide his fear. I knew it was there, deep down and just waited for it to erupt. I initiated the prod and felt the ASG agent’s body seize up, muscles firing across every square inch. But nothing came from his mouth even as his manhood deceived him, almost instantly as his cock lifted rapidly and then boom, a huge load of seed came firing straight out of the Aussie’s cock.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I was far from done from using the prod but I pulled hard and popped the 6” diameter end from Seth’s hole, spinning around to move in front of the Aussie and sending the bulbous end straight across Seth’s jaw like swinging a baseball bat with one hand. I danced across the room in front of Seth, giving a loud chuckle. “Damn Seth - you that is one big load. A first of many I suspect that I’m going to be extracting from you. Now…let me see…oh here it is!”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I grabbed a long metal tripod from the closet, along with two attachments and walked back. “Let’s really get you stimulated!” I laid out the tripod and lifted it, positioning it just underneath Seth’s now hard cock. Then I slid the first attachment on. It was a vice-like thing and carefully I slid Seth’s shaft in between two sidewalls. At the bottom of the vice were 4 sharp tacks, each about 3 inches in length. I pushed down so Seth’s cock could compress against them just enough for him to feel it. “You don’t want those things inside you now…it’s going to get tough to cum if they do!”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I turned a knob on the vice and slowly the sidewalls compressed around Seth’s cock, gripping it nice and tight. “Now, where were we…oh yeah,” I said, smiling as I walked back around Seth and repeated the same move, pulling my forearm around his head. “The less you move, the less this hurts!” i said, then jammed the orb up into Seth’s anus and lit the fuse.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Finally, Brad ripped that fucking prod out of my ass. Sweat poured down my naked, hairy muscle, my body still twitching and spasming, fiery pain smashing into my brain, my ass on fire. Brad’s mocking words dripped in my ear like acid, while I fought to try and stay on top of the pain. I shuddered. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. None of my training prepared me for the reality of being helpless at the hands of this thug, my arm cut off, totally at his non-existent mercy. Not for the first time I longed to be able to flip the tables on him, to finish making him pay for what he did to Trevor. I tried to focus on that thought. How much I was going to make him pay.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My rock hard cock was dripping some dribs of cum, while I shuddered with disgust and shame at how easily Brad had raped me, forced me to shoot, and with rising horror my pain-fogged, sleep-deprived mind started to focus on what Brad was saying and doing. He maneuvered my rock hard rod into some kind of device lined with sharp tacks on the bottom. I gasped, real fear boiling up inside me. Holy shit… I quivered as the bastard pushed my cock against the tacks, lances of sharp pain stabbing my mind. He tightened the thing, holding my cock steady in a vise. I started to quiver, come on Seth, focus. Concentrate. Stay calm. Ice calm. It’s just pain. Just pain. Then, I was trapped again, Brad’s arm around my head, and once more my ass was invaded by that cattle prod, and once again I felt that horrific surge as he started to once more fry my ass and my prostate.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: This time, as my body started to spasm, a sickening, deep pain lanced through me as my cock quivered, driving against those tacks with each shudder. My eyes started to roll back in my head as the bastard raped another load out of me, the cum not as thick as before. I let out a gargled scream as I forgot about everything, my calm focus completely shattered as my ass developed further burns, I could feel blood leaking out of it, and feel blood leaking out of my rock hard shaft as the orgasm drove those tacks into my rod, with a unique agony that ripped apart my mind. I just wanted this to stop. Needed it to stop.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I kept it on, wanting Seth to feel the loss of his cum, just like he had done to me. The burning sensation inside. And now, my little touch, the tacks, working his shaft without disregard as he self-inflicted the damage by moving and squirming. I pulled hard again and heard the thunk sound of the orb popping from Seth’s hole. I released his neck and then turned around again and took a baseball style swing of the orb straight toward Seth’s jaw, looking to rock the ASG agent.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: “You know Seth, you are an exceptional specimen. It’s a shame to see you go down this way…” I moved back to the cabinet, leaving the vice and tacks in place. I looked into the cabinet and pulled out a pair of pliers, returning back toward Seth. “Now I’m only going to take from you what this can fit around…but you know that cock of yours…it might just be small enough to fit too. I guess we’ll find out. But first, let’s start at an easy spot so you can understand just how fucking serious I am,” I say, grabbing Seth’s fingers on his right hand, muscling the pinky open to expose it. Then I wrapped the pliers around it and squeezing hard, looking to sever the pinky just in front of the first joint down from the hand.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: “Tell me Seth, tell me now what I want to know!” I barked, not waiting and moving straight to the ring finger and doing the same. Then to the index finger.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: My mind was twisting up as I writhed from the most fucking savagely painful, humiliating, emasculating orgasm I’d ever experienced. I was gurgling like a sick dog, my muscled one-armed frame twisting uncontrollably, my ass on fire, I could feel the blood leaking from the punctures in my dick where those fucking tacks drove in. I tried to think, tried to focus, but my mind was nothing but one chaotic eruption of pain.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Suddenly, that fucking cattle prod was ripped out of my ass, blood leaking in the wake of the destruction it wrought on my chute. I shuddered, the orgasm finally subsiding, but that only made the pain more palpable and immediate. Focus Seth.. focus… just one moment of hell at a time. That’s it.. My head suddenly snapped to the side, sending out a gush of bloody spit from my mouth, my vision full of a hot white light, with a loud ringing in my ear, as my jaw was cracked with the cattle prod. I hung there, shuddering, feeling myself falling to pieces. I fought not to cry out, not to give him the pleasure. And despite everything, my eyes still shone with a hard spark of defiance. He would not break me. No matter what. I tried to think of Trevor, James.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I vaguely heard Brad speaking, but my mind couldn’t quite make sense of his words, thinking was so hard. I saw him moving back to me with a pair of pliers. Dumbly, unable to react, I watched stupidly as he reached out and seized ahold of my pinky. I tried to keep my fist clenched tight, my instinct was to fight him every step of the way. But this was a battle I couldn’t win, and he easily forced my pinky open, those pliers clamping down hard on the first joint. I screamed as the mother fucker drove down with all his strength, wrenching hard, twisted, and ripped my finger off. I vomited from the pain, bile and spit dripping down my sweaty furry chest, my eyes rolled back in my head. I convulsed savagely, blood pouring out of my stumped finger. I heard him shout something at me, then latch onto my index finger. Fear.. for the first time, a deep boiling fear started to surge inside me, it was a visceral, animal fear. I wanted this to stop.. But nothing he could do would break me… nothing. I screamed like a wounded animal, convulsing.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I was pushing Seth further than he could handle, as was evidenced by him shutting down and focusing on pain management. This would need to be enough for now. By the time I had taken his additional fingers, he was clearly delusional, convulsing and for my purposes, useless. I walked to the wall and pressed a button, leaving him to hang as then a metal table started to lift up from the floor while bright flood lamps started to expose themselves from the ceiling. I removed the vice and tacks and then untied your one arm so that i could hoist you up on the metal table and lay you out spread. I brought three leather straps up and over Seth’s body, securing it to the table, then a fourth one that went across the neck, not choking Seth but keeping his head firmly down as well. I grabbed Seth’s shaft and brought the vice back into position, not too carefully placing it back into the vice and then tightening it against the tacks. “This can’t feel good,” I continued, moving back to his head so I could whisper in his ear. “You’ve had enough for now, Seth. The pain is too intense. You can’t handle it and thus, you can’t tell me what I want to know.” I whispered in his ear. “I’ll be back on your toes later. Don’t move too much or that cock will get torn to shreds and I want to be the one to do that…” I laugh and turn to walk out, stepping into the observation room with Kristian, leaving Seth for a while to allow the pain to subside.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I was convulsing violently, the pain ripping me apart, making me into an animal. And, though I hated to admit it, refused to acknowledge, it was wearing me down. Wearing down that core of steel-hard determination to endure, to hold on. Wearing down that core of alpha-hard power that made me who I was, that gave me the confidence to walk with purpose and pride. I’d never been so helpless in all my life. Never been subjected to such total ruthless violence. Dealing with violence in a battle was one thing. I was part of the dance, able to give, able to endure. But I was nothing but a victim here. I would not be a victim. Never. And yet that choice was not mine to make. I didn’t even have control over my own balls. It was difficult to face that and keep hold of my alpha certainty. But I thought once more of Trevor… of James. They were both with me… I knew they were. This was for them. I couldn’t hold out for myself, I was beginning to see that. But for them? Absolutely.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I pushed aside the whimpering part of me that just wanted the pain to stop. I began to slowly realize in between my screams of agony that Brad had walked away. My screams died off, and my eyes drifted down towards the stumps where my pinky and index finger had been. They had been brutally ripped off. The pain was unending, every breath was colored by an agony that I had no power to stop. I simply had to endure. I focused every ounce of will I possessed into slowing down my breath, controlling my convulsions. I refused to be a victim. With enormous difficulty, I found that ice-cold center once more, and stayed there. The pain was just a sensation. Something that was. I became aware that my body had been repositioned. I was strapped down to a table now, my cock was likewise still trapped in that fucking vise with tacks. I grunted as my cock spasmed, bloody and in agony.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I heard Brad this time, heard his words as he whispered in my ear. The words were mocking, belittling my manhood, denigrating me, casting me as weak. The words were all the more devastating for being delivered in such a soft, matter of fact voice, as if the truth of the words spoke for themselves. As Brad pulled his head back, laughing, I hocked deep in my throat, and spat at him, splashing him in his retreating face before he turned to go, snarling in a voice raw with pain. “Fuck you Brad. You’ll never break me.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: The spit landed on my face as I started to retreat and in that moment, as fury welled up inside of me, I squelched it and looked down on the ASG agent. We gave Williams a break, Kristian and I sitting down together in the observation room, talking initially about Williams and then shifting to other Syndicate business. Soon enough, I had him on his knees with my dick in his mouth as he slurped away like the beta cuck that he was. That was followed by me fucking him over the observation room console till he shot his load all over the controls, his hand in the heat of the moment slamming on the 80s soundtrack and flashing lights inside the room. It was as good a time as any to return to business.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: Kristian shut off the music and strobes just as I re-entered the room, walking toward Williams. “Sorry to wake you. But it’s time for more fun!” I said, with a giddy voice. I walk right up to Seth without any tools, climbing up on top of the metal table and straddling his chest. Slowly I ran my fingers down his sweaty, dirt and cum stained abs, working my fingers in and around his obliques, looking for the spots where the ribs narrowed just slightly beyond a finger width. Finding them, I pressed in hard, his skin turning pale white as I looked to drive my fingers up and into the smaller than-a-finger gaps, wanting to pry them apart a little bit and make him feel the burning pain, starting off round 2 hoping to extract information from him.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I lay there, drifting on an ocean of pain, wanting so badly to sleep, but the raw, throbbing agony from my burnt and ravaged ass, my missing fingers prevented me from sleeping. Every breath was ragged, and I marshaled my will to keep it together, from breath to the next. That’s all I needed to do. Just last one moment to the next. One moment at a time. Brad wouldn’t break me. I hoped the ASG was close on my trail. Stray thoughts of being free… of no longer being in pain … tugged at me seductively. My mind was foggy and cloudy, wanting to stray, forcing me to stay focused on the moment. If I started to lose my concentration, it was headed down a slippery slope. Come on Seth… for Trevor. For James. Stay strong.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Suddenly, after how long I had no idea, five minutes? An hour? A day? Loud 80’s music slammed into my cell, jolting me wide awake, bringing back every sensation of pain I’d been trying to breathe through. Lights, hot and bright, flashed down into my face, and I groaned, my breathing ragged as Brad strolled up. I looked up at him as he seemed carefree and happy. My eyes were steel-hard. I spoke, my voice ragged, “Fuck you Brad. Fuck you and your cunty syndicate pals. It’s just a matter of time until we hunt you down and kill you like the fucking thugs you are. You knew you couldn’t beat me, keep me down, so you had to cut my fucking arm off and pull my fucking fingers off. That won’t break me. It won’t keep me down. You are a dead man, Brad, you just don’t know it.”

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Suddenly, I felt his fingers probing my ribs, my eyes went wide, and a low, gurgling sound, half moan, half scream escaped my throat as I felt him digging into my ribs, the sensitive nerves there erupting into a cacophony of agony. I started to writhe, unable to help myself, my cock jabbed once more into those fucking tacks, as the entire showcase of pain began to start up again like a circus coming to life for the first show of the day. In my mind, I couldn’t help but think… fuck… please .. no more. But my eyes were hard, radiating hate and defiance as I thrashed in my straps.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: As Seth started to yammer away, I probed and put him back in his place, the pain radiating across his face as his body spasmed and this cock, still in the tack vice continued its slow mutilation of itself. I took a break from his ribs and leaned over, blocking out the spotlight with my head. “See Seth, I did beat you. I am keeping you down. And I am going to break you. We all die Williams. And you will die far sooner than I, beta.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I re-adjust my hands, probing that strong, hairy chest for a new spot to dig in. “Now, tell me where and when the EMP device will make its appearance. It would be a shame if you’re ribs started to break from the pressure,” I said, then proceeded to press hard, again digging my fingers in between his ribs, looking to wedge them and separate them, grunting with the effort as the ASG agent was fighting me in any way he could, my own dick starting to arouse from the sounds of his suffering.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Brad lowered his face towards mine, pain ripping me apart from several quarters, my cock, my ribs, the burns inside my ass, my ripped off fingers. I was breathing heavily, his words drilling into my brain. In response, I spat in his face again. No energy to speak, but I let my spit do my talking. I wanted, needed this to end, I did. But all I had to do was make it from one moment to the next. He started in on my ribs again, and I writhed and thrashed all over, the pain was electric, on par with the stun baton up my ass. My cock was getting mutilated, but I couldn’t stop thrashing. I .. couldn’t waver. Had to stay .. strong. I wish Trevor was here… where was James? I needed him. Where was the ASG? We look after our own. Fuck me… it hurts.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: As the spit flew, it didn’t have the trajectory to be as effective as earlier. Maybe Seth felt good about it but so did I as it barely hit me. Now it was time to really humiliate the ASG agent as the motherfucker was continuing to resist. I pulled my tight combat shirt up and over my head, then undid the belt on my pants and slid them down, stripping naked. It felt liberating shedding those clothes and as I slowly spread Seth Williams legs on top of the metal table, I was ready to take what was mine. “You got lucky out in the field Seth. I would have fucked you there and then if not for some of the prudes that insisted we get back to the safehouse.” With that, I spread his hole just wide enough, unable to fully bring his legs back because of the restraints, but still wanting to penetrate him all the same as I plunged my cock straight into his hole, tightened even more so by the position he was in on the table. My 8.5” pressed in confidently till I slammed up against his prostate wall, going balls deep inside of him as I leaned over his chest and for fun dropped a hard elbow onto his nose.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I took in several deep, ragged breaths as Brad backed off. Every ounce of my will and concentration was currently devoted to breathing in and out and through the agony that stabbed into my mind. I stared at him with hard eyes as the bastard began to strip, showing off his healthy, and ripped, body. He looked as hard as steel. As he spread my legs, and spoke to me, it became clear what he was after next. He didn’t waste any time, and before I could brace myself, suddenly his rock-hard member was balls deep in my ass. My ass was already badly injured, the inside covered with third-degree burns from the cattle prod, and I screamed in renewed pain as he began to rape me. It wasn’t the first I’d been fucked, James had been there, but it was the first time I’d been used against my will. Even in the middle of the raw pain from my burnt ass, something became clear to me. An idea that I refused to look at. My scream faltered for a moment as the bastard smashed into my prostate, my dick stiffening against my will from the intimate contact. I hated it. I hated that my body reacted regardless of what I wanted. Then, agony seared into my mind as the fucker elbowed my shattered nose, sending some blood spraying out.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: “Mmmm” I groaned. “Tighter than Trevor even. Danijel told me when he fucked James, he was disappointed with how loose that man was. You must have been laying some serious pipe in there. Not anymore,"I said with a laugh. I grunted and thrust into Seth for a couple of minutes, going without any lube but making my own as I started to generate some pre.I pushed up on Seth’s muscled, hairy frame. My cock turned rock hard almost instantaneously as I thought briefly about Trevor. “You know Trevor…he took me like a man, before I ended him. You’ll get to compare notes when you see him…after you give me what I want to know.”

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Even in the midst of agony, his mentioning of Trevor lighted a fire of fury inside me, and I writhed as he fucked me. I wanted more than anything to be free, to rip his fucking nuts off. I focused on that rage. He mentioned James… Danijel? Who the hell was that? Someone fucking James? Brad was a liar. A total fucking liar. No one had fucked James. James was tough. I simply couldn’t imagine anyone fucking him, not against his will. Brad’s steel-hard muscle ground against my furry beef, as he continued to rape my ass, my cock continued to stiffen. I hated it. I wished I could make it go soft. I wished I could kill him.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I pulled out of Seth’s ass, a loud thunk sound echoing in the small area as I immediately pushed up on Seth’s body, driving my knees into his pits as I mounted his hairy, muscled chest. Then I slapped him across the face with my hard pipe, leaving smears of pre and anal juices across it. “Now that we’re here Seth, fucking you takes a whole new meaning however…you thought i’d take your ass. Well, let’s try some other spots…'' I say, letting out a sadistic laugh as I lift up on my knees and point my cock head down, first spraying Seth’s face with a steady stream of urine. It was potent smelling as I spattered him all over his face, coating him easily until my bladder was drained, letting out a big sigh. “Ugh, that felt good. Anything else you want to tell me before I really fuck you?”

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: The way in which he used me so casually, the way I was totally helpless to fight back, it enraged me. Humiliated me. And forced me to face a truth that I hadn’t looked at before. An idea I couldn’t afford to think about. The truth was, back there in the desert, Brad had beaten me. He had won. I couldn’t avoid that. Just thinking those words took something out of me. For a moment, I felt my determination waver, falter. This was dangerous. I couldn’t afford to even think about how he had beaten me. At last, though he removed his cock from my ass, my own stiff rod pinned in place, leaking a bit of pre and some blood from the wounds from those tacks. Everything hurt, and kept hurting. I was getting worn down… I couldn’t deny it. I felt it wearing me down. Everything was starting to get to me. Then, he mounted me, and in a move I’d used against many captives before, he pissed in my face, coating me with urine, the sense of being degraded was intense. I wanted to be angry, but I was losing that fire of rage. I … just wanted this to stop. It had to stop. But my eyes remained defiant. I stared up at Brad as he asked me to talk again. I pulled myself together, and firmly fixed the image of Trevor, and James in my mind. I realized then something so simple.. I’d never told either of them how much I loved them. There was no need of course to actually say it, men in our situation simply didn’t do that. But I wished I had all the same. I croaked out, spitting and choking on his pungent piss, “Fuck off Brad.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I pulled up and jammed my knees even harder into Seth’s pits, then pointed my cock down and leaned over his head, driving my cock head straight into Seth’s left eye, pushing down slowly on top of it. “I’m going to give a new meaning to the word skull fucking Seth.” I grabbed my shaft to keep it steady and slowly pushed down more, adding additional pressure as I looked to penetrate his left eye socket with the diamond tip of my hard cock.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: He moved his cock then over to my left eye, leaning down hard. What the fuck?? He wasn’t… no way… oh fuck no .. He started to drive his dick into my left eye, his hard cock spearing into my eye socket, against the ball of my eye, the pain started to build, I could feel the slime from his slit coating my eyeball, explosions of pain, blossoms of bright light flashed in my eye. I thrashed savagely from side to side. I screamed… ragged, agonized. I screamed again. I tried to form words from my screams, tried to hold onto some kind of defiance… “Die fucker…” I screamed, “Die mother fucker…” I had to just endure from one moment to the next. That was it. Just one moment at a time. But inside me, something was whimpering…. Make it stop… make it stop … kill me please … make it stop.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: Seth screamed and thrashed, which even in his tied down state made this harder to execute. Nonetheless, I would not be denied as I brought one hand down and pinned his head to the table, using the other to brace myself. My hard and bulbous head pressed down hard into his eye as I slowly added hip power into it, my steel rod unbending as I then added a little twist from my hips to gain even more traction. “A new meaning for how to get skull fucked, Williams!” i shouted back at him as I slowly felt his eye compressing into his head, continuing to apply pressure, more and more as my dick sunk into his skull, pushing harder now and searching for the optic nerve, all the while waiting to feel the wobbly solid of Seth’s eye finally give way to the pressure my cock was putting on him.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Brad was relentless, ruthless. My eye… I could feel his cock actually starting to collapse my eyeball. Explosions of white light sheeted across my eye, accompanied by sickening levels of pain, a terrifying kind of pain that caused me to vomit even as I thrashed beneath Brad. I felt it happen then, my eyeball imploding, collapsing, blood gushing out of my eye sock, coating Brad’s dick, felt myself become blinded in my eye, skull fucked with a level of ruthless brutality I’d never before encountered. Fear, despair, a longing for this to end swept through me. I tried to hold onto the thought of James and Trevor, tried to find that resolve and determination that made me the alpha I’d built myself to be. I knew there was no quit in me. I knew I could deal with any situation, any challenge. I was Captain Seth Williams, ASG. I was the best. I … was screaming, choking on my vomit, lost in a deep ocean of pain. I wanted this to stop. It had to stop… it couldn’t go on. I needed to die. Then I fell unconscious.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I felt the explosion coat my manhood as my dick didn’t go that far into Seth’s skull but it did the trick, a mess of white ooze and blood as the ASG agent continued to writhe and scream beneath me. “Did you see that Seth? That was your eye!” I exclaimed. “Oh wait…of course you didn’t.” It didn’t take long for the pain, both mental and physical, to overwhelm Seth as his body suddenly ceased the struggle under me. I looked down at the big man, passed out on the metal table and decided to get up. This was good. When he woke up, he would remember…and he would know there is still another eye at my disposal.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I pulled on my undergear and pants, staying shirtless and walking back into the observation room. “Fuck dude, that was crazy!” Kristian said when I entered. I used my shirt to wipe some of the sweat off my body and out of my pits. “Don’t get on my bad side,'' I said, giving him a wink. “Notify me when he wakes up, we need to press hard now to get the information we need.” And with that, I walked out of the observation room and back up to the main floor of the safe house.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: It was night time and the house was quiet except for a few staff, but when I exited the room, I was also pleasantly surprised to see Agent Drew Collins in the kitchen. I had not had much of a chance to thank him for the rescue. He had seemed like a good man…even if he was sharing a bed with Danijel.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: Danijel was snoring when I got out of bed. I was hungry as fuck, not unusual after a fuck marathon with Danijel. I grinned, looking over at the thick-muscled Croatian beast, snoring like a bear. I tossed on a pair of undies, some joggers, and stretched out. I ought to shower, I mean, my ass was still carrying around a load of Danijel’s seed, which I had crushed out of his cock, forcing him yet again to cum prematurely. Heh heh… I loved pulling that one on the cocky Croatian muscle beast. Drives him wild. I pay for it of course… but hell, that’s the point, isn’t it?

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: Anyways, I need food. A late night snack will set me up. I walk towards the door, and almost absently, grab the small wooden box off the shelf. Carrying the latest trophy that Danijel had collected for me in that last battle. The cock of that tough SAS dude, Master Sergeant James McDonnell, his name neatly stenciled on the small wooden box. I had quite a collection now. I mean, some dudes give you new clothes, maybe a knife, or some shit like that for an anniversary present. But my Danijel? He gave me severed cocks, ripped from the bodies of his defeated enemies. That was my kind of gift. I wanted a chance to check this cock out. It had a fascinating tatoo inscribed on it, right on the cum vein. Fuck, that must have hurt. I planned to check it out in detail while I was grabbing a snack.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: Shirtless, I mean, I had a fantastic body, only right that I not deprive the staff around from getting a gander at it. I walked towards the cafeteria, idly tossing the box with James’ cock in it back and forth. I sat down at a small table in the corner after grabbing a sandwich from the fridge. I checked, it was liverwurst. Yeah, that will do. But just as I was about to take a bite of my sandwich in one hand, and open up the box to inspect James’ cock in the other, Brad Sterling walked into the kitchen. I swallowed, my eyes following him. My cock twitched. Holy shit, the dude was built. What a fucking body on that tough bastard. At once, my mind replayed the scene at the end of the fight with Captain Seth, recalling the way he drove his elbow into that ASG Agent’s face like a fucking sledge hammer. Recalling the way the blood sprayed out all the fuck over me. Damn. Brad was a stud. He and Danijel hated each other’s guts, of course. I get that. But hey, I’m not Danijel. I called out to Brad, “Hey dude, come sit over here.” I patted the seat next to me.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: As I grab my food, I see Drew Collins, shirtless of all things, sitting down eating. That’s when I realized just how late it was…midnight munchies. As he called me over, I nodded and walked over, letting my abs harden a bit more for his pleasure. “Collins, how’s it going?” I asked, sitting down. “You put Danijel to bed?” I asked. “He’s such a lightweight.”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: I look over at Brad, my eyes catching the moment he flexes his abs, clearly for my benefit. What a fucking stud… and a charmer as well. I wondered if he was as into me as I was clearly into him. I laugh, “Danijel? A lightweight? I guess you could say that. The truth is, I make him work hard. Far harder than I do, when we have our tumbles. I tired the bastard out tonight. Power bottoming that muscled fucker is hard work though, gotta have my calories.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I put my tray down and sit, lifting one eyebrow mischievously. “A power bottom, Collins? I wouldn’t have taken you for that but I bet that’s part of the allure. You know, before all of this began, I was in Brazil on leave and had arranged a sex session with Andres Balfanzo. You heard of him?”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: My eyebrow raises as he mentions Adres Balfanzo. He was a fucking legend. But no one has heard from him for months now.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: “Hell yes, I’ve heard of him! You fucked him? Seriously? Damn.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling:I smiled, remembering the good old days. “I didn’t just fuck him. I made him submit. Took me a few tries though. He was a legend. I’m not sure we’re going to find him ever again, sadly. Just means I’ll need a new power bottom to push my paces. Would you happen to know one?” I ask, innocently.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: “Made him submit??” I shake my head wonderingly. Damn. My cock twitched. He fucking does it again, flirting with me. I smile at him, raising an eyebrow, but don’t directly respond. Then I grunt, and continue, “So, what the hell are you doing up this late, prowling around without your fucking shirt? Not that I’m complaining.” My eyes take in his tatted muscles again. My dick twitches. Fuck. Brad was all man, and then some.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I laugh, taking a forkful of food and then bouncing my pecs back and forth for Drew. “I have been fucking Seth Williams in the mind and body for the past hour. He’s hanging on by a thread but I’ll break him,” I reply, taking another fork of food. “You look pretty damn good yourself.” I say, locking my eyes on him. “And I hear you’re quite capable. Have you been thinking about coming out from Danijel’s group and forming your own?”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: The fucking bastard is flirting with me. Shit. Well, two can play that game. I raise my sandwich for a bite, deliberately flexing my bicep as I do, the thick muscle going veiny and striated, baseball hard. I swallow, but shake my head, grinning as he flirts with me again. “Nah, not my style. I’m content to be the power behind the throne kind of thing.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: It was nice to finally see someone who wasn’t power hungry around here. Just good at their shit and wanting to always be that. “Maybe that’ll change in time but I’ll be glad to have you around anything I’m doing,” i say

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: I take another bite of my sandwich, flexing for him again, then continue, smirking once more as he keeps on pushing my buttons. The dude wants my ass. Well, my ass wants his cock. Won’t deny it. But I continue, “Seth Williams huh? Fuck, I have to say, the way you demolished that mother fucker got me boned as hell. What a sweet job, one of the best fights I’ve seen in ages. And now you get to break him, too? Dude, you have all the luck.” I didn’t mention that Danijel had been offered that job, but turned it down. I was on a roll here with this fucking stud, and I wasn’t gonna piss in the well.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I smile. “Seth’s reputation was accurate. One tough cookie. It was one of the best fights I’ve had in ages. It was good to get him in the field unlike when he took me by surprise in Brazil. I’ve been breaking him slowly downstairs. He has information we need. I’ll give him credit - he’s one tough nut to crack. I still need to get in his head more. He is hanging on to old memories to keep himself strong and so far it’s working. Tough motherfucker as I said.”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: I chew slowly, thinking. Then, I look down at the box. Huh. I wonder. Then, glancing over at him again, fuck he’s shit hot, I speak up. “Old memories huh? I wonder.. Danijel mentioned to me that he and this dude he killed, Master Sergeant James McDonnell, were … ‘real’ close, if you get my drift. Danijel does his homework, and managed to dredge that up from his intel gathering when we prepped for this job. Just so happens, I got something of his right here.” I tilt my chin towards the box, then reach out and open it, revealing Jame’s severed cock. “Danijel took this from the SAS dude after he killed him. Look here…” I turned the severed cock over, pointing out the unique tattoo across the cum vein. “...if our good Cap was as close to Jamie boy as Danijel tells me they were, then I’ll bet Seth is gonna recognize this. I might let you borrow it..” My eyebrow cocked up, and my hand moved protectively over Jame’s cock, “..in return for a favor.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling:I look at the box as Drew tells me this information. “So just to be clear, you brought a cock to dinner?” I ask, my serious face turning more into a smile. Something I’d do probably. It was interesting that Danijel liked to collect manhood. I assume it must have been a good fight for that beta cuck but luck would have it that showing James’ cock to Seth might do the trick. Fucking Danijel…he was always present even when he wasn’t. Someday I was going to have to take care of that…and then I’d put Danijel’s cock in a box too. Stop Brad, focus…

12:25 AgentBradSterling: Drew was a man after my own heart. I let him finish and hear that he wants a favor in return. I lean into the table. “Most things are negotiable,” I reply with a smirk. “Tell me.”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: I leaned back with a wide grin on my face, putting my arms behind my head, muscles rippling. “Well hell yeah, I bring my cocks to dinner. What, you mean you don’t?” I wink at him. “As for that favor. Let’s keep it … unspecified right now. Let’s just say ….” I lean forward, putting my elbows on the table as I gave Brad a fierce stare, my grin widening, “...that I’ll collect on it when the time and the place are right. Deal?” I spit in my palm, and hold it out for Brad to shake.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I laugh at the cocks at dinner comment. Collins was my kind of dude. Then he decided to keep the favor in his back pocket and in that moment I think to myself how much I want to fuck this hot agent right through his and Danijel’s bed. My cock stirs under the table in my pants as he smiles at me wider, then spitting in his hand. I spit in my hand and grab his hand. “You have yourself a deal,” I say, holding his hand very firmly, not letting him escape, eyes locked on his. Then I pull him across the table as I lean in further and lock lips with him, gently, not looking to overwhelm him, running my tongue gently up against his for several seconds before pulling back and releasing grip, eyeing him up.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: As I reach out to clasp Brad’s hand, grinning to see him spit in his palm like an Irish back country hick to seal the agreement, I was congratulating myself on pulling one over on the muscled up killer. Only to suddenly find myself pulled in for a kiss. Fuck me… FUCK ME. My breath caught in my throat, and my cock started to ache as I tasted him. I swallowed hard, flushed, and fought to stay cool as we pulled back. Well. Fuck me. I wasn’t so sure I’d come out on top of this little exchange after all. I eyed Brad up and down, before finally replying, “You are a very dangerous mother fucker, Brad.” I slowly replaced James’s cock in his special box, and pushed it over across the table towards him, my eyes never leaving Brad’s as I took him in. He was fucking in my head now, in my balls. Fuck. The dude played hardball.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I could see in Drew’s eyes that I had surprised him. I had a habit of doing that with men. Most men had a limit, a line they wouldn’t cross. Then there was my line. As Drew slowly put James’ manhood back in the box, I smiled. “Very dangerous. I’m the man you want on your side, always….Just ask Seth Williams” I said. I took the box from Drew. “Speaking of dangerous, with a little rest and relaxation coming up, I’ll be going back to your homeland to fight in the Gypsy War in a couple of months.” I knew enough about Drew and his heritage because for a few years now I had been invited as a guest fighter at the Gypsy War and Collins was a common name there. “I watched your cousin take the title last year. He showed some real metal when he dropped McKinney. I plan on challenging him at this year’s event. You could, of course, come watch…”

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: Already thrown off my stride, Brad pulls one further, a one-two combo from the bastard, as he mentions the Gypsy War. My mouth drops open, before I quickly shut it. He knows about that shit? And my cousin’s fight with McKinney? He’s been there before? How the hell did I never see him? I fought to regain my cool. Wasn’t going to stand there gawking like some kind of green recruit, no matter how many curve balls he threw. Of course I was going, and of course, I wasn’t gonna tell Danijel about what I really did on my visits home. He wouldn’t approve. But Brad clearly did. Fuck me. “Watch? You mother fucker, you think I’d go all that way just to watch? Hell no. I’ll be in there, fists flying. That title is gonna be mine this year, just watch.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I caught the mouth drop, and then listened to his defense, my smile widening. I grabbed the box and stood up from the table, reaching out and grabbing Drew’s face to give his cheek a little pinch. “One Collins, Two Collins…I’ll take all of your clan on. Thanks for this,” I said, shaking the box gently. “I’m looking forward to repayment of the favor.” I left my plate on the table for the crew and mussed up Drew’s already tousled hair as I did so, not looking back as I wanted to take full advantage of what was in the box.

12:25 AgentDrewCollins: I sat there for a few moments, my face flushed, my cock aching, despite the marathon fuck session I’d had with Danijel earlier, feeling where he had tousled my hair. I swallowed, muttering to myself, “Earth to Drew… Earth to Drew, you aren’t a fucking hormone driven teenager. Put your dick away where it belongs. Danijel is your man. You know he is. You love the fucking shit out of him. Don’t risk everything you’ve built with him.” And all of that was perfectly true. But, like a moth drawn to the flame, I couldn’t stop thinking about Brad.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I walked back to the panic room door and then worked my way into the belly of the safehouse. When I got back, Kristian was still there. I smiled, shaking the box. “The difference maker…right here.” He looked at me. “What is it?” I laughed. “ Well I could tell you but then I’d have to fuck you.” I paused there as Kristian seemed to genuinely be contemplating it. He was hot but he was not hot enough to persuade me to lose focus. “Let’s just say its 6” in diameter and 6” in length and provided our man Seth there so significant pleasure.” I didn’t wait for him to guess because even with such an obvious description, the notion of having a penis in a box was even a stretch for Kristian.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I held my hand to the scanner and the door buzzed as I stepped back into the dark quiet hellhole we had created for Seth Williams. I walked toward the table, his body laid out, bleeding in a variety of places, the vice and tacks still hanging off his manhood and the eye mostly just a shallow hole in his head at this point. I put my hand on his foot, squeezing. “It’s time to wake up Seth. Can’t have you getting too much sleep, even if it’s probably dark in that head of yours with only one eye. How are you feeling?” I asked, the last part shouting it while I grabbed him by his nuts, just under the metal tacks, squeezing hard and twisting while digging my nails into them.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Sleep.. Darkness. Nothingness. It was blissful heaven. Until it was shattered. Wakefullness is forced on me, and with it, a return to the nightmare that my life has become. I shuddered, as the endless parade of agony once more starts hammering on my brain. I moan and shudder as I’m forced to remember what Brad did to my eye. The horror of it laid heavy on me. I … needed this … needed this to stop. But I couldn’t give Brad what he wanted. There was no universe, no world where I could do that. The price was too high. Trevor, James … they wouldn’t want me to break. My moan suddenly turns to a scream as Brad starts shouting at me, digging his fingernails into my balls, my body spasming as the tacks dig deeper into my punctured, lacerated cock. I shudder, feeling myself tired, weary, to the very bone. I won’t break. Never. James… I wanted him more than anything right now. Brad had to be lying about his death. He’d … he’d managed to escape and was leading a strike team to get me out of this hell right now. He’d insist on doing that, I know he would.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: Seth didn’t respond besides his moans. He was wearing down. His energy was being sapped. He was going to be mine soon enough. I released his balls and moved to where his head lay, looking down into his lone eye. “You look like shit,” I said, jokingly. “I bet your dick feels like its going to rot off soon. I really wish you’d give in so I could take it from you clean…but alas, you’re Seth the noble. Seth the fighter. He’s going to show me!” I chide.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I take a deep breath. “Well let me show you a little something, Seth. I lay the box flat on the table and open it, pulling James’ manhood from it and presenting it in front of Seth’s good eye. “Do you recognize this? Your buddy James, I told you…he was no match for my man Danijel. You ASG betas just keep losing cocks...He’s DEAD, Seth. DEAD. And now, you can taste him for a final time if you like?” I say, lowering the manhood toward Seth’s mouth.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I struggled, dug as deep as I could, trying to gather together the shards of the Alpha I knew myself to be. The well was empty, so I dug it deeper. I would not break. Just one moment. One moment, and then the next. That’s all I had to do. Brad’s words flooded over me, digging into my mind, trying to get inside my head. My ruined eye throbbed. The stumps of my missing fingers, and my arm, throbbed. My ass still burned. My cock was leaking fucking blood. He’d ruined my dick. I’d endured it. Endured it all. Just one more moment. Then, he took out a box, my good eye tracking his movements, as I was forced to listen to his words. He took out… what the fuck was that? A severed cock and balls? I felt a sense of fear and revulsion roil through my pain-wracked muscle.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I went ice cold as he went on. No. No. No. No. He lowered that cock in front of my eye, dangling it, it wasn’t, couldn’t be James. James had a tattoo.. This one.. My world froze. Everything seemed to stop. I began to breathe heavy, feeling something inside me start to give. Shattering like glass. There, right over the cum vein of the severed cock was a tattoo. One I’d recognize to my dying breath. One I’d admired countless times. Fuck… I was there right after he’d gotten it done. I was with him in the studio while he was having it inscribed.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Grief welled up in me, even stronger than the pain. It washed away everything that I was. Everything that made me who I was. I knew I’d loved James. But I never got to tell him. And now I never would. It was like kicking my legs out from under me. It was like ripping away the one thing that kept me anchored to my identity as an Alpha. James was dead. I started to cry out of my one good eye. I wanted to die now. It was the only thing that mattered. I couldn’t face this anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. I shook with grief and loss, not only for James, but for myself. I’d sworn oaths. I’d sworn my life to fighting for something bigger than myself. But now, I knew that I would betray it all. I didn’t have any choice left. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to die. It was the only thing that mattered. I couldn’t fight this any more. Not without James.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: The rest of the world would have to look after itself. I couldn’t defend it any longer. I contemplated briefly, lying. But I didn’t have the strength to lie. And I knew they would check up on whatever I told them. No. The only thing that would secure my death would be to give Brad what he wanted. A lie would only prolong this entire affair. I knew I couldn’t take it anymore. I hated myself at that moment, more than I’d hated anyone, more than I hated Brad. But my desire to die, to end this, was even stronger. I spoke, my voice was soft, gargled, broken. It was not the voice of Captain Seth Williams. It was the voice of a broken man. “Fleet Base West, HMAS Stirling. I don’t know when the transfer will happen, but I know that the USS Arleigh Burke has been designated to make the transfer when the prototype is finished.” I lay there quietly after saying what I had to say. Inside, I turned to face my death. It was what I deserved. What I craved. I hoped that there wasn’t any kind of afterlife. I couldn’t face Trevor there. I couldn’t face James there.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I watched and gazed at Seth's reaction. Seeing James’ cock for the first and last time, the walls breaking down in his head, his body almost relaxing knowing that he couldn’t keep this fight up the way I could. As he finally spilled the information, it was obvious a weight had been lifted for him even though now he would have new demons following him to the afterlife. I brought James’ manhood back and put it in the box. “I promised you death if you told me the truth. After I’ve validated this, that is what you will have.” I turned and walked out of the room. Kristian had already elevated the news and he told me we were dispatching units to check the details. I nodded at him and sat down in the corner, putting the box on my chest and nodding off. There was a lot of pressure trying to extract this information from Seth and now maybe I had achieved the goal.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: Kristian woke me after what seemed like 5 minutes but it was nearly 2 hours. “It’s confirmed sir. We have eyes on the prototype at that location and we are now tracking the location of the ship. You’ve done it sir. I think there is more though…the Syndicate wants additional information.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling:I smiled, waking up, my hair a bit ruffled but happy with the news. ‘Good, the Syndicate would be pleased,” I thought to myself initially. ‘Some time for some quality R&R.’ But then it hit me as Kristian said they wanted more… Seth was in the other room. Part of me wanted to just leave him there. Let the Syndicate use him more as an information bitch and let someone else extract every ounce of juice they could till he expired. But going back to what we had spoken about early on the interrogation, I was a warrior at heart. I had made him a deal for a quick death. And now that I had what I wanted, I was going to honor that.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I stood up, leaving the box on the counter. “What else did they want to know?” I asked. He rattled off a few more items including the location of the ASG forward operating base in Thailand and three of the top ASG agents remaining and their activities.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I nodded. “I’ll get it.” I say confidently, walking back into the room. “You’ve done well, Williams. The information checks out,” I said, walking toward the metal table. That must have been hard for you. Are you OK?”

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: Brad left after I finished speaking. That was it. I lay there, and stared at the ceiling with one good eye. Pain washed over me endlessly. I was tired… but I couldn’t sleep. I’d be doing something better than that before much longer. I wanted to stop breathing, but my chest kept rising and falling, my body was more stubborn than my mind. I was numb now. I didn’t care about anything anymore, except finally dying. After some amount of time, hours? Days? Minutes? Who knows? Who cares? Brad returned. He spoke to me, and I heard him, I heard every word he said, but none of it mattered. Concern for me? For my well-being? Whatever. I stared up at him with my one eye, my expression was dead, my battered face, reflected only exhaustion. I said nothing. There was nothing left for me to say.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: It was clear I wasn’t going to get any more from Seth Williams and I was fine with that. I put my hand on his shoulder and kneaded the muscle. “You are a hard man to kill, let alone extract some simple information from. The higher ups are wanting more though. So we are not done.” I said, patting him on the shoulder, looking down into his eye.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I listened to what Brad said, and I heard it, but it didn’t register. There wasn’t anything left of me anymore. His hand on my shoulder, kneading my muscle, trying to reassure me? Comfort me? Who the fuck knows? His gesture was wasted on someone that was already in hell. I just looked at him, without expression as I heard him tell me that he wasn’t done making me talk. But I was done. I thought slowly for a moment, then finally spoke, maybe some final spark of who I was. “Spoken like a true thug. Not like I ever expected honor from you.”

12:25 AgentBradSterling: I shook my head. Poor bastard, I thought to myself as he spoke through hoarse lips. Seth was still defiant - he wasn’t as broken as he thought, but nonetheless it didn’t matter. I walked over toward the closet and pulled out a knife, sharp and curved, walking back toward Seth with it. “You must understand that even though I’ve let the vice and tacks work their magic, your manhood is still a collectors item.” I said, matter of factly. I opened the vice up and slid it off of Seth’s manhood. It was bloody, slick with pre and had done its job far too effectively. “Sorry, not sorry, Seth,” I said as I didn’t waste time, pulling at the base and then cutting. Quick, simple, businesslike, I took pleasure in this but somehow less so as Seth’s manhood, pillar and stones, became mine. I walked across the room and wrapped it in a double plastic bag.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I wanted this nightmare to end now. I’d told him what he wanted. But now he wanted more from me. I was angry. Some small spark of fury at this final betrayal, this denial of the death that I’d earned, burned inside me. When would this end? He started speaking, walking over to get a knife. And a final fear started to sweep over me. What they did to James… that would be my fate now. I started to cry again. When would this end? But, I had to admit, I deserved it. After betraying the oaths I swore. I groaned involuntarily as that vise was removed from my mutilated cock. There was a quick swipe with his knife, and stupidly I watched in shock as he lifted up my cock and balls. Blood dripping. Then the pain hit, and I screamed out, ragged and broken. I strained with what strength I had left against my straps. I screamed, “JUST FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY.” I was broken. Please, just make this end. No more. I can’t take it anymore. And there was still something in me that felt ashamed. Ashamed that I wouldn’t even die as a man.

12:25 AgentBradSterling: Seth’s scream filled the tiny room as I packaged his manhood for later in the plastic, then I turned back to the closet, looking for the knife that I had previously used to shave Seth. I pulled it out and walked back toward the table. “Settle down, fighter. You have to understand,” I said, lowering my head a bit toward him. “They don’t want you dead. They want you milked of everything you have. And now that your dick is gone, it’s information.” I started to bring the blade up to Seth’s chest. “Steady now,” I said, slowly shaving the hair off his upper left pec. I suspected Seth couldn’t even feel it at this point as I slowly moved up from his neck to his shoulder, the hair getting lighter and lighter till I refocused, keeping my eyes looking down on his one good eye. “The Syndicate will be sending someone else in to finish the interrogation,” I said, a bit somber. I moved the knife over your beard and started to clip there, running the sharp blade down your check to your jaw line. I brought my head down so that I could whisper in Seth’s ear, taking in one last full breath of his dying scent. “Fortunately for you, I am a merciful one. Well fought Seth Williams. I will see you in hell.” I said as I pressed the knife down over Seth’s neck and pushed hard and fast. Much harder than was needed to shave as the blade cut straight down into his neck, just below the Adams apple. “Oops”, I exclaimed, dropping the knife almost immediately and stepping back, holding my hands up. “I was just….I was just trying to clean him up.” I said to the cameras.

12:26 Captain_Seth_Williams: I shuddered, pain wracking me, my brain on fire. Every time I thought the pain couldn’t get any worse, it did. My cock.. My fucking cock and balls had just been sliced off. I shook savagely, but my screams died down. I didn’t have the strength to scream anymore. He was whispering something to me, I fought to hear the words, focusing was hard. He was speaking to me almost as if we were on the same side. What a twisted fucker he was. What was he doing now? Fuck… as if cutting off my nuts wasn’t enough, he was shaving me of my body hair now. There was no end in sight. None. He kept looking into my one eye as that knife kept shearing me of more and more hair. Something about a new interrogator. No more. No more. He said something else… something about mercy? Hell? What .. then, suddenly, I felt that blade cut deep into my neck. Relief flooded through me. Mercy at last. At last. I felt some kind of peace settle through my ruined body, as I began to choke on my own blood. It was over. I’m sorry James, sorry Trevor. So sorry. Then, there was nothing. Captain Seth Williams, ASG, was dead.

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