Freedom Force and The Dark Order

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10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: The proud Max Irons, in chains!

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: I sit down on the small bench in my cell, chains securing my wrists, chains securing my ankles. I'm completely and totally naked, my proud, ripped, tattooed, steel-hard super soldier physique on full display. The walls are white, barren. There is a small peephole over the cell door. And I know right now that LT Joe Freedom, that proud, two-fisted, manly-man, All American Warrior, that paragon of muscle, the champion of America, the mightiest super hero in the free world, is watching me again. I can't see it. I can't prove it.

But I know it's true. My cock begins to stiffen, and I look up with a smile on my handsome, bearded face.

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Maybe, maybe you can smell him, his super soldier pheromones, even through the cell.

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: But your cock jumps, it's like a Joe Detector

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Max Irons a prisoner!

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Helpless now, he's not used to that feeling

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: an animal in a cage

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: It's true, being helpless, confined ... I'm not used to that. Even worse, having to suffer every moment with the humiliation of knowing that over-muscled, big-dicked All American hero defeated me. ME. Max Irons. In my OWN headquarters. When I was so close.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: It's galling. Infuriating. At first, I would lose my temper, and smash my fists on the wall in fury, the crashing sound echoing throughout the Freedom Force compound. But the walls would not yield to my super strength or my insane rage.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: In time I would sit down and grow quiet. Brooding. Waiting.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: For Joe's next visit.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: My dick always knew when he was near.

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: You can ... smell ... that big, swinging dick. You get a twitch in your gut, a little shoot of electricity in your nerves and realize you are going hard. Next moment, the outer door to your cell opens and there he is, shoulders so wide they almost touch the frame, Lt Joe Freedom!

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: I look over, my head turning slowly to face him. I look him up and down, taking in the full view of Lt Joe Freedom's battle-forged, combat-tested, thick, concrete hard, bulked out, All-American, military-trained super soldier muscle. My expression remains hard as steel, but my cock is twitching.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: I remain silent.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: And stare.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: That chemistry is there... between us.

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: In full uniform, filling it out, threads barely able to hold that muscle in

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Tangible, like the feeling in the air before a thunderstorm.

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: You're behind bars. Not held up spread eagle, tortured, but on a simple cot behind unbreakable bars.

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Joe crosses the space to the bars and plants his legs instinctively in a parade rest position as he looks you over

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Merc no long in his chosen military gear, reduced to a simple Freedom Force prisoner, gray one-piece jumpsuit

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: But it bulges!

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: His pecs and thighs rounding it out powerfuly

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary:

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Makes that prison gear look like threads for an action figure

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Joe takes in a breath and sighs, chest swelling

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: "Don't suppose there's much point in asking you to cooperate, Irons, to give us the Dark Order intel we need. But a man's gotta try."

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max sneers at the Lt. The look on his face is one of utter contempt. "Tell me Joe, what would you be doing if our positions were reversed? Start spilling Freedom Force intel in response to a polite question? Fuck you Joe. I know what you would be doing. I know because not long ago, our roles were reversed. And you had to spend every single ounce of will not to get on your knees and suck my cock. Not to beg me to fuck you again. You know my dick belongs inside you. And you know that I will have you, in the end."

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Grit my teeth. I expected this, but I had to give it a shot. Protocol.

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Protocol.

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: "Yeah, I remember, all right. Chained up like a side of beef in a meat locker, tortured non-stop. That's what you and your DO are all about, Irons. You're just glorified thugs, that's all."

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: "And here I was almost impressed with you."

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: "We don't torture men like you here at Freedom Force, but you'll never get out to go back to your masters, fella."

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: I throw my head back and laugh, loud, rich peals of laughter. "Torture? There are men who would pay me a fortune to be tortured like I tortured you. Draining your thick All American cock nonstop. No, somehow Joe, I don't think you quite get it do you? You can't torture the willing. Think Joe. Think how you felt when I was done fucking you. When we kissed. Think about that. And if I'm just a glorified thug, as you say, why the hell are my men so loyal to me Joe? Got an answer for that? No. You don't. You saw first hand how I treated my men. And how they respected me." Max paused, then stared right into Joe's face, right in his eyes. "Tell me Lt Joe Freedom, why are you hard right now? What's got your cock stiff as a baseball bat? Why do you keep visiting me like this? Time after time. Why?"

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: You can see those words strike home. Joe's uniform is bulging thick, no disguising it. He suddenly grabs those bars and growls at you "what did you do to me! I can tell by that smirk you know! What did you do when you had me strung up in there!"

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max gets up, his muscles rippling, straining the seams of his gray one piece. The brutal mercenary slowly walks towards the bars as Joe growls and hangs off them. Step by step, each step slow and mesmerizing, each ripple and surge of his muscle captivating, his gaze like steel as he continues towards Joe. He feasts on the power radiating from the mighty All American super soldier. A power equal to his own. A power that belongs with him, at his side, under his command. A dangerous power.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max grabs the bars and shoves his face right against them, his eyes never leaving the Lt's. That tension... that chemistry is like electricity, so thick you can cut it, and both men feel it.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max's cock is aching, and so is Joe's.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max says nothing, but his lips are only inches from Joe's now.

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Cock's aching, touching through the bars, now, bulges scraping

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Can smell Joe's breath, feel the heat from his breath

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Suddenly, he locks his lips on yours. BOOM! Like an explosion goes off inside both of you!

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Two live wires touch

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Max feels the explosion of pleasure!!! Erupting through him like touching a live wire!!! Every single nerve in his body singing with sudden pleasure, he wants more of Joe's mouth. More of his smell.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: More of his taste.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: His touch.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: More of him.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Both men on fire.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then ... suddenly ... behind Joe, just as the two men are kissing with intense passion through the bars, there is a gasp of disbelief.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Major Victory is standing there!!!! He followed Joe, concerned that Joe was spending so much time visiting Max Irons, he was concerned, worried about his boy.

10:01 Major_Victory:

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa???????????????????

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: I spin!

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Snap to attention!

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max stands there, chest heaving, face flushed, watching the scene unfold with a knowing grin on his face.

10:01 Major_Victory: Major Victory tries to speak... can't get words out!

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: My commanding officer, my mentor, my "father!"

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Joe's bulge is huge, that rock hard beer can obvious in his pants

10:01 Major_Victory: The look on his face ... Major Victory is in pain, anguish is written across his handsome, manly features.

10:01 Major_Victory: The thickly muscled hero simply can't comprehend what he's just witnessed. He feels betrayed somehow.

10:01 Major_Victory: Victor Armstrong looks down at his boy's crotch, sees how erect and hard his massive All American flagpole is.

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: I stand at attention, trembling from emotion.

10:01 Major_Victory: Then, he looks back up at Joe's face, into his eyes, while Max sniggers in the background.

10:01 Major_Victory: Major Victory takes a deep breath, his huge, powerfully muscled chest expanding like a bellows, then he speaks.

10:01 Major_Victory: "Joe ... what ... is ... going on?"

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: take a deep swallow, force out "Sir, sir I ... I ... don't know! I ... don't!"

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: It's the truth!

10:01 Major_Victory: Major Victory turns to look at Max who doesn't blink, his gaze remaining cold and hard.

10:01 Major_Victory: Finally, Victor steps forward and enfolds his boy in a hug. "Don't worry boy, I've got you. It's just the trauma, right? Being held captive ... being used like you were, it can mess with a man's head. Nothing to be ashamed of. But I need you to promise me. Promise me you won't come down here anymore. You leave Max Irons to me, all right?"

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: Gratefully, my body, my mind in a whirlwind, can't think straight, gratefully I nod and hug my dad. "yessir, yessir I dont't know ... I'm sorry, sir, won't happen again, I promise!" I salute him, sweat beading down my forehead, on trickle heading down the deep pec valley of my chest

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: And give a look into Irons' eyes "He's dangerous, sir, very dangerous. Be careful!"

10:01 Lt_Joe_Freedom: I snap the salute and leave.

10:01 Major_Victory: Major Victory stands there for a moment staring daggers at Max. Max's expression never falters. He returns that gaze with one of his own, with his arms crossed, implacable, harder than steel, a challenge to Major Victory. He's clearly not afraid.

Then, Major Victory turns to leave, following Lt Joe Freedom. He's desperate to comfort his boy, to support him. To give him the help he needs to throw off the hold Max seems to have on his boy. He knows Joe is strong. He knows Joe can fight this off. He just needs a little help.

10:01 The_Iron_Mercenary: Max smiles. And in their hurry to leave, in their confusion and flustered states, neither hero notices the device that Max had managed to pickpocket off of Lt Joe Freedom's tactical belt while they were kissing through the bars!!

Published: 2023-05-12, viewed 79 times.