In the Line of Fire

15:20 MarineMuscle21: It's been a week since you got attached to my mission. A week since you had to endure your "forfeit" of buying drinks in our mess... word of our little sparring session had already spread. You were already in, one of the boys. They didn't tease you any less, but the tone was different. It was less than 24 hours before our intel bore fruit... fast forward to now, when I'm on a small rise at the edge of forest in Chechnya, under 30lbs of gilly suit, staring down my scope at the well guarded manor of this scumbag warlord who uses the cash from his little mma "amateur" league to help his trash president exterminate queer folks. I wonder how tits up this mission can go where we still get what we need but are obliged to burn this place down with all these bastards inside? "Ten meters ahead, posted just past the corner on your left. Sidearm. Comms." I hate this. You're right in it, and I'm out here being the eyes, the heavy hammer when it's time to bring it down. Too far away to help if help can't come in the form of a 50 cal slug. On mission, Marine, stay on mission. Get him in, get him out, intel in hand, all that matters is getting the next name up the list, and that name is in a little red book in this desk of the trashbag who runs this place. I watch you through the scope, moving silently, danger and strength in motion. Jesus, you're hot. On mission, on mission…

15:21 Mark_Christopher: This time I'm dressed all in black. Body armour under my shirt, sidearm, but much more undercover than I've been in the past, I've even got a couple of days worth of stubble being out here which is highly unusual. I don't mind being on my own, but would have preferred it if you were in here with me, you make it much more fun.

15:21 Mark_Christopher: Although you’re a painful lover, that wasn't a bad thing; you’re the only one who can keep up with my appetite, and keep up with how violent I like it in bed.

15:21 Mark_Christopher: "Stop looking at my arse, and tell me if it's only one," I say gently through my microphone as I pull out a knife ready to kill the person quietly.

17:37 MarineMuscle21: "I'll look at your ass if I want to. Only one there; can't see him now but there was one after the next corner, on your right. Didn't appear to have a sidearm. Sorry, I know you're SAS, was trying not to give you too many details at once, didn't wanna overload you." Man, I dig this guy.

17:37 MarineMuscle21: I look along your projected path... these are the last two I can see, or could see... turn this corner, then the next, and you'll be out of sight in an interior hallway with no windows, I won't see you again until you enter the target office. Twenty meters where I can't watch your back. I feel like puking. "You're almost on the first one, now. He's just around the corner."

17:44 Mark_Christopher: I turn the corner and quickly grab the other man, putting a gloved hand across his mouth and dragging him against the wall, taking a fist to my side but it’s over quickly as I slide my knife across his throat killing him quickly, his blood slowly dripping to the floor as it spurts from his throat.

17:44 Mark_Christopher: “One down. It’s okay, I know you’re American and have difficulty putting two words together, I didn’t want to tax you either. Heading towards the next corner.”

17:44 Mark_Christopher: I start on the way. “That guy messed up my t shirt, not happy.”

17:51 MarineMuscle21: "What, you don't wanna bathe in the blood of your enemies? You'd make a shit Marine, stud. Hold.” Next target is back in the hall... patience, patience... a quick check on your six, you're good..." OK, move. You've got about fifteen seconds before he comes back to this corner, he's pacing the next hall. No sidearm on this one." I'm falling for you... keep that one to myself.

17:58 Mark_Christopher: “Sadly the blood of the enemies...” I say as I keep low and quickly move from one cover to another and move to stand right next to the corner he’d come around, mentally counting down the seconds, move my knife to my hand… as I saw the shadow coming around I turn, slam it blind around the corner, slamming it into the man’s cheek before turning and putting my hand on his throat against the wall and stabbing him multiple times in the throat.

17:58 Mark_Christopher: “...is fine if I were naked but instead it just means laundry is more difficult. Blood is hard to get out.”

17:58 Mark_Christopher: “I’d make a shit Marine. That’s true. I have a brain. You can’t fit a brain into your body with all those muscles.”

17:58 Mark_Christopher: I wipe the knife on my trousers and put it away and slowly walk down the corridor.

18:15 MarineMuscle21: And now there's a fucking vise clamping on my chest. Get it together, Marine... he's only out of sight for twenty meters. Just twenty meters.

18:15 MarineMuscle21: [there's a guard on the office door, Mat couldn't see him. He's big, 6'2", 220. He's got a sidearm, but he doesn’t notice you until you're close. He throws a jab/cross/hook combo and then tries to grapple you.]

18:20 Mark_Christopher: He’s bigger than me, and while I block the jab and the cross, the hook gets me and I slam into the wall. As he grapples me the knife gets knocked out of my hand.

18:20 Mark_Christopher: I grunt as I’m slammed into the corridor wall and slam my face into his nose to distract him as I punch him in his side trying to get him to drop me.

18:25 MarineMuscle21: [You hear bone crunch, he yelps, drops you... he takes the body shot well enough, grunts as it robs him of air. He steps back, reaching for the radio on his belt…]

18:25 MarineMuscle21: It's been too long. You should've made the office by now... I'm just looking through a sniper scope at a goddamned blank wall. Powerless. "Talk to me, bro."

18:37 Mark_Christopher: “Busy,” I say tersely, obviously in the middle of a fight. I shove myself off the wall and slam myself into the bigger man also going for the radio as well. I have to leave myself open though as the most important thing is that he doesn’t call on the radio. “Guard.” It’s the only other word I get out.

18:47 MarineMuscle21: [You knock the radio off of his belt, and it clatters across the hallway floor, out of reach. He hammers his fist into your side a couple times.]

18:47 MarineMuscle21: He can handle himself. The mission comes first, this is what you have both signed up for. You will not abandon your overwatch position like some kind of fucking amateur, you will let your partner do his fucking job. 3 seconds. 5. Jesus, please be okay…

18:54 Mark_Christopher: I slam into the floor as I can feel at least one of my ribs cracking as he slams his massive fist into my side.

18:54 Mark_Christopher: I groan loudly and stumble backwards until I can feel my back against the wall. And I wait a second until he comes at me and raise my legs slamming them similar to a drop kick right into his stomach using the wall behind me to brace my back to give more power to my legs.

18:54 Mark_Christopher: My side is killing me as I do this but it’s the only route I’ve got left. This guy is dangerous.

19:06 MarineMuscle21: [He stumbles back, trying to cry out and suck wind at the same time as you feel as much as hear a pop and know that you cracked one of his ribs, too. He tries to cry out, "narushitel!"... "intruder" in Russian... but you also knocked the wind out of him, and so it comes out more of a croak than a shout, maybe nobody heard it... but he is desperate to get backup. You notice the knife on the floor, just a meter from you…]

19:06 MarineMuscle21: Every fiber in me is screaming to get up, get in there, and watch your back. But my job is to watch your back from out here, and so I tell the animal in me to shut the fuck up and continue to do my job. 10 seconds. "TALK TO ME, MAN."

19:14 Mark_Christopher: I jump to one side ignoring the screaming pain in the side of my ribs and grab the knife and bring it round and slice through the man’s hamstring, and then turning it around, slam it through the side of his neck.

19:14 Mark_Christopher: I fall to the floor unable to move for a second now really covered in blood. Both his and my own.

19:14 Mark_Christopher: “If I wanted to listen to... an American ... I’d have watched Fox News.” I grunt out when I can. “Can barely walk. Another fight is going to be hard, Rock.”

19:14 Mark_Christopher: “Where next.”

19:28 MarineMuscle21: "You shouldn't have another, the door at the end of the hall you're in is the target. I've got clear lines of sight into there, you're good. How badly are you hurt?" But you're alive, and talking to me. " I’d bet on you against any two of these motherfuckers."

19:28 MarineMuscle21: I check the walkways, rooftops, hallways where I have sight lines... clear. "I don't think you kicked up the hornet's nest, but you need to move, buddy."

19:42 Mark_Christopher: “Yeah you didn’t see him, he was fucking big.”

19:42 Mark_Christopher: I slowly get to my feet putting my knife back into its sheath. “Broken rib, broken nose.”

19:42 Mark_Christopher: “Okay I’m moving. Grab the book. Get out. Then you can fucking kiss my side better.” I wince heading down the hall and opening the door, closing it behind me as I take a breath. “There are three bodies outside. They’ll be noticed soon.”

19:58 MarineMuscle21: "We've given each other worse from fuckin, what're you whining about?" I see you enter the office, head for the desk. The office is on the second floor, windows in three walls, overlooking the garden... I check back along sight lines... fuck. A guy is approaching your first kill. He'll see it the moment he turns the corner. "Tits up. They're being noticed now." Elevation, line up, exhale, squeeze. The wall behind him is violently painted in a red starburst as he drops. "Im lightin' em up, but you need to find that book and get the fuck out." Someone heard the shot, or the impact. Another target, coming down the cross hall... elevation, line up, exhale squeeze. He's nearly turned in a somersault by the impact.

20:12 Mark_Christopher: “You’re not trying to fucking kill me,” I say as I start rummaging through the desk. “And if you can try and stop the rest of them trying to kill me while I get the book we can get back to the hotel and hunker down for a couple of days while the heat dies down.”

20:12 Mark_Christopher:“Having to break open the drawers, can you keep them busy for two minutes?”

20:37 MarineMuscle21: Sight, exhale, squeeze, repeat. Three more down. They're gonna find my vector, soon, but the anxiety which gripped me moments ago when I couldn't watch your back is gone, replaced by stone cold determination. "Two minutes, I'm timing you." I can cover the only approach to the office through the cross hall... the only issue is gonna be if they come in too fast. Sight, exhale, squeeze. Five down. I need to find a way to send them elsewhere...

17:55 Mark_Christopher: I start pulling out the drawers from the desk. “At home in Hereford I keep everything neat and tidy, clean and organised. If people only did the same it would be fucking easier to steal things.”

17:55 Mark_Christopher: “Okay. I’m also going to need a way out. Once I’ve got it, fancy shooting this window out behind me? I’ll get out that way.”

18:08 MarineMuscle21: "Stay outta my brain, Mark." You can hear the huge grin in my voice... 12 targets suffer my marksmanship, and the way to the office is still clear, but I can see a larger group coming... no way I can get them all. "You've got company in about forty seconds, I don't think I can stop it." No need for precision, I obliterate the windows on the far side of the office... "There's some dense shrubbery down there... also a nice big grassy patch, if you think you can make it. There's a pool, but that's gonna be 5 meters of lateral travel, you better have one hell of a broad jump." Just then, I find what I'm looking for. I sight up on a gas grill, on a deck halfway down the house from you.... please let the tank be empty enough... BOOOOM! The explosion thunders. That should redirect a few... I'm sprayed with splinters as the tree behind me eats a slug. "They've made my position." But you're still in there, they're still coming. I hold fast... sight, exhale, squeeze, repeat. The tree behind me gets hit again.

19:33 Mark_Christopher: I grab the book finally and stick it inside my pocket and zip it closed. “Five metres of lateral travel. That should be okay.” I run to the far side of the room and start running.

19:33 Mark_Christopher: “Get somewhere safe. I’ll meet you back at the hotel.” I reach the window and leap.

19:33 Mark_Christopher: About ten seconds later there is a large splash. “What do you know,” follows the sound of spitting out water. “Now I’m a Marine too.”

19:33 Mark_Christopher: I climb towards the edge of the pool as a couple of gunshots ricochet off the edge of the water but increasingly inaccurate as I get further away.

20:04 MarineMuscle21: I watch you clear the window, hit the water, surface. "Like hell you are, soldier, you're gonna have to pull a couple hard missions, first." The dirt is ruptured by a slug four centimeters from my head... time to go. I belly crawl back off the ridge, and sprint into the forest as soon as I’m out of their sight lines.

07:20 Mark_Christopher: When you get back to the dingy hotel room we're hiding out in, I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, bandaging and strapping up my ribs. "Next time... Next time I get to be the one with a sniper rifle, somewhere nice and cosy with a cup of tea and a blanket."

07:20 Mark_Christopher: I nod to the table. "Book is over there.. .only slightly damp."

07:38 MarineMuscle21: I close the door behind me, taking you in as I cross the room to you... massive bruising already formed on your ribs, face busted up... "dang, Jeeves, you ugly." You're glorious. I reach you, kneel down in front of you, wrapping my arms around you loosely. "You looked like a goddamned superhero making that jump, man." I laugh, and lean in, finding an unbruised spot on your chest and kissing it.

08:52 Mark_Christopher: “I figured the pool was the quickest way out. Didn’t really want to have to stay there any longer than necessary.”

08:52 Mark_Christopher: “We will need to stay here for a while. Lay low. Until they stop looking for a good looking Brit with his average meathead friend.”

08:52 Mark_Christopher: “At least fighting with those guys didn’t hurt my cock and balls like fighting with you did.”

09:38 MarineMuscle21: "Yeah, I don't know how long it'll be before they stop looking, we just kicked that trashbag right in his crime lord balls... if we weren't almost certainly going to have to run another op here I'd just call for exfil." I move my face to your busted ribs, gently kissing the swollen bruises there. "As requested." I grip your hips, lifting you, tilting you, showing off my strength as I carefully lay you back and get your hips up, start undoing your trousers. "And, your balls can take it, they're tougher than mine, remember?" I slip your trousers off.

10:44 Mark_Christopher: “Yeah. That’s true. Good British bull balls,” I say as I lay back just in my boxer shorts now.

10:44 Mark_Christopher: I lean over to start taking off your belt and unzippping your trousers slowly. “Few beers and we can make ourselves some amusement just the two of us.”

10:44 Mark_Christopher: “As long as no one kicks the door in while we’re naked.”

11:02 MarineMuscle21: I give you a wolfish grin as I pull your boxers. "It'd be the last stupid thing they do." I lay next to you, lift my hips so you can get my trousers off. I roll into you, keeping my weight carefully off your busted ribs, and start sucking one of your nips.

11:39 Mark_Christopher: I smile as I lift your t shirt off as well. “When we are back at base, I’ll stick on my full combat gear, vest, beret... see if you can handle me fucking you in full gear.”

11:39 Mark_Christopher: “Make you kiss my SAS insignia before I cum in you,” I laugh as I lean down to kiss you on the neck. One hand wandering down to your boxers and grabbing your cock through them and feeling it. “That sound good Marine?”

11:49 MarineMuscle21: My meat throbs in your grip. "You kinky fuck... sounds like it'll leave rugburn, but I'm down. I can take it." I suck back on your nip a sec, grab your naked cock and give it a couple strong jacks. "You need to heal up though, because the fight you're in for to get that kiss will make your entire career look like a warmup, you pansy." I growl with pleasure at your mouth on my neck.

11:54 Mark_Christopher: I keep kissing as you tug on my cock. “Fuck,” I groan. “Yeah well you’d beat me right now easily. But I’ll heal up first. Then I’ll destroy your arse. Show a US Marine how to properly fuck,”

11:54 Mark_Christopher: I bite into your neck as I kiss to make the point before pushing you off slightly and grabbing your balls and squeezing them before stroking your shaft again.

11:54 Mark_Christopher: “I hardly know anything about you Rock, for all I know you could have a wife and six kids at home in Redneck Iowa or wherever you’re from.”

12:47 MarineMuscle21: "... Fffffuuuucck...." I grip the back of your head and pull you into your biting kiss, urging you to get rougher. Your last sentence pulls me a little bit outta pure animal pleasure, but my cock stays hard in your hand. I pull you off my neck, meet your eyes. "I'm a warrior, Mark... this is basically my life. No kids, no parents... no brothers but my brothers in arms. You know all the important parts..." I give you a short punch in the abs, carefully array from your injury, just barely enough to make you grunt. " But I'm not from fucking Iowa." I grin. "Wyoming."

13:03 Mark_Christopher: I grunt. “Fuck. Bastard. At least you couldn’t fucking pull your blows. I’m not a fucking pansy,” and slam my fist into your abs in return.

13:03 Mark_Christopher: But I smile. “I can’t do gentle. That’s my problem.”

13:09 MarineMuscle21: I grunt, then grin "Good... I don't need gentle. Don't want it." I punch your quad, full force... well, as full as I can get lying down next to you, naked and hard. "What about you? Wife and kids, or is it just mummy and gran and the servants downstairs at Downton Abbey? You fucking the footman?"

16:22 Mark_Christopher: “Divorced. SAS didn’t really match married life. He’s probably off fucking a fireman now or something,” I grunt as I squeeze your cock in return. That hurt more than it should have done. The ribs were really sore.

16:22 Mark_Christopher: I wince and look at you smiling. “But the servants were all good looking,” I laugh. “What you plan on doing with that cock of yours... it’s nice and hard.”

17:29 MarineMuscle21: "Ah, y'know... stuff me some rugged Brit with it." I scoot into a 69 position over you, then take up a pushup position, any excuse to show off my strength, 9" of Marine meat hanging over your mouth... take your thick 8" of Soldier meat into my mouth, sucking you fully in.

18:10 Mark_Christopher: I moan slightly louder this time but then take your dick in my mouth putting my legs around your neck and my arms around your arse and put my weight on them both as I suck you. So if you try and do press ups to look good you’re doing them with your own weight and mine.

18:10 Mark_Christopher: Meanwhile I take the full Marine cock in my mouth as my cock gets full hard despite the pain in the rest of my body.

18:17 MarineMuscle21: My cock gets SUPER hard in your mouth... partly, it's that I'm doing pushups with you hanging off me like it's nothing, and partly it's because you're flexing your core tight enough to hang on me like that and suck my cock despite how busted up you are, and our combined strength and toughness is the hottest thing in the fucking universe. Fuck, but I'm glad we stumbled into one another's missions. I work your big meat with my throat while I keep busting pushups.

14:25 Mark_Christopher: It's a minute later I take your cock out of my mouth and drop down.

14:25 Mark_Christopher: "Fuck... that's good...."

14:25 Mark_Christopher: I smile and look at you. "You've got me fucking hard."

14:25 Mark_Christopher: "You want to bust that nut of yours?"

14:51 MarineMuscle21: As you drop down, I keep my mouth suction on your thick cock, making it slurp powerfully out of my mouth. After you hit the mattress, I hold the pushup position one-handed. "Do they, like, train you to ask stupid questions, soldier?" I give your balls a playful slap. "You know I do." I reach past you, grabbing lube from the bedside table. Your cock is plenty slick from precum and my spit, but my hole needs a little help. "Now, lie back and think of England."

15:54 Mark_Christopher: I laugh as I lean back on the bed. “Yeah right. Or did you mean I should lie back and pretend you’re English. I can do that.”

15:54 Mark_Christopher: “Imagining you’re another SAS trooper, you know, someone decent in bed with a huge cock,” I lean forward to kiss you before lying back. “Yeah. I can do that.”

15:59 MarineMuscle21: "The fucking cheek... I'm bigger than you, Jeeves, and you've got the biggest Brit cock I ever seen. Does 'huge' mean 'dainty' in posh?" I lower myself onto your thick meat, squatting over you... GROANING as you fill me up. "OOH-RAH, fucker!" And I start showing you how a Marine puts the "power" in "power bottom" when he decides he wants to take on a cock.

18:38 Mark_Christopher: I grunt loudly as I start thrusting into you. “Bet you’ve had a tonne of British cock in you Marine. Far better than yank cock,” I thrust in again working against the pain in my side. Not giving an inch. Keeping going as I put my arms around your neck.

18:38 Mark_Christopher: I smile as I fuck. “Ooh-rah. Come on. Fucking take this cock Yank.”

18:43 MarineMuscle21: "Nope," I grunt, "First one. And it's a pity dicking, cause you're busted up." I'm grinning at you, riding you... you're pushing pretty good for having a busted rib, can't wait to play when you're whole. And can't wait for my turn at your sweet ass. Seeing you go for it, I turn it up, pounding down on you harder. "What you got, bro?" My dick is hard and pumping precum, slinging it on your bruised brick abs as we fuck.

18:50 Mark_Christopher: “I’ve got three days of British seed saved up for your ass,” I grunt as I slam my cock into your arse. “Fuck yeah Rock. Fuck yeah. I’m going easy on you. You should see me when I fuck another Brit. I don’t go easy on them like I do on you yanks” my cock is slamming in now and I’m getting close and I’m not letting the pain slow me down. “Fucking yeah. So close. So close.”

18:50 Mark_Christopher: It’s at this point that the door bursts in and four balaclava’d men burst into the room.

19:01 MarineMuscle21: "FUCK!" The shock lasts a fraction of a heartbeat, and then the adrenaline hits like a freight train... time seems to slow down... I was coming up off your dick in our rhythm anyway, so my feet punch down into the bed, pushing me off... I grip the headboard, plant my feet on the headboard, PUSH OFF hard, launching myself like I'm doing a parkour trick... hoping they didn't enter weapons drawn, hoping maybe they're only packing knives for stealth... hoping I've drawn so much attention they don't notice the man flat on his back on the bed, wounded... I twist in the air like a cat and sail through the air, aiming to land on the floor, or an attacker if they've gotten far enough into the room, at the foot of the bed...

11:44 Mark_Christopher: Two of them jump at you, and two of them at me. They're obviously prepared, maybe not for us having sex, but certainly for being in the room. As we're both naked, we have certain weak points that they are quick to aim at - one slams into you kneeing you in the crotch as the two jump on me kneeing me in the sack hard.

11:44 Mark_Christopher: The room is fairly small, dingy, we were undercover, not exactly staying in high class hotels, most of our gear are in two large black holdalls neatly placed against one of the walls.

12:00 MarineMuscle21: I collide with the guy coming at me while I'm still midair, our momentums cancel and we smash to the floor by the bed, his knee crushing my balls. I howl in pain, back getting rugburned on the shitty carpet... trying to control the urge to vomit, I grip his head at the base of his skull with one hand, hold the thumb of my other hand rigid and jam it into his eye, aiming to put the full length of my thumb into his skull.

12:00 MarineMuscle21: I try to spare some peripheral attention for your situation, but I'm occupied and where the fuck is the fourth man?

14:08 Mark_Christopher: He is howling in agony as you eye gouge him. But the fourth man is taking advantage of the fact that the bulk of a marine is on the floor and you feel a massive pain in your balls as a heavily military booted foot slams into your balls over and over again trying to quickly destroy them.

14:08 Mark_Christopher: On the bed they’re doing something similar to me perhaps it’s the easiest way to try and take both of us down since we had full balls and massive hard cocks and they’re not exactly small targets.

14:26 MarineMuscle21: "Aaaahhh!" Pushing the first guy off me as my nuts get hammered, I bawl in AGONY... rolling over, stomach churning, vulnerable... get up get up GET UP MARINE, get your pansy ass off this FUCKING FLOOR before you and one of the best men you've ever met dies in this shithole GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OFF THE FLOOR RIGHT NOW!!! I'm screaming mercilessly at myself in my head, disgusted with my weakness... and the best I can do right now is crawl towards our gear...

14:49 Mark_Christopher: We were both vulnerable. In the middle of sex and weren’t expecting it. We’re both good soldiers but no one is invulnerable as I cry out. “Aaahhh. Fuck. Fuck!!!!” As my own balls are being slammed in.

14:49 Mark_Christopher: The booted foot slams into your balls again and again. They’re not shooting or stabbing. They’re trying to make an example. Trying to make it as painful as possible.

14:49 Mark_Christopher: The next boot slams right into nine inches of Marine meat as my SAS cock has a hard gloved fist slammed into it as I’m held down on the bed.

15:27 MarineMuscle21: I hear you cry out, I sob with agony again as my cock is kicked, but the kick propels me towards the holdall... please, please, please let this be the one with the knife in the outside pocket...

15:48 Mark_Christopher: On the bed I’m battered and beaten one of the men starts to take his cock out to taunt me as he laughs as the other is destroying my balls by punching them.

15:48 Mark_Christopher: Another kick slams into your huge Marine cock. And another into your massive balls as you reach your knife.

15:59 MarineMuscle21: I bawl out, fiery agony in my groin flooding my body, blunting the adrenaline dump of heartbeats ago... curling up, blocking their view of the holdall with my body, I grip the handle and pull the knife... when the nearest attacker steps in to deliver his next kick to my manhood, I FORCE my body to sit up through the pain and slam the knife home into his groin, slicing through his femoral artery... blood fountains from him, spraying my arm, face, the holdall, the wall. I spare a glance in your direction, and try to determine where the next most accessible weapon is...

16:16 Mark_Christopher: There is some distraction when that happens and I manage to kick one off me in your direction. It’s nowhere near the level of strength I normally have as I look beaten and battered the same as you.

16:16 Mark_Christopher: Both of our cocks and balls aren’t in the state they were in while we were having sex and both of us look battered and bruised.

16:16 Mark_Christopher: I grunt in pain as it’s now one on one on the bed and at least I have a chance now as the man you’d attacked first who had been lying on the floor in pain stabs you in the leg with his own knife.

16:16 Mark_Christopher: One dead
16:16 Mark_Christopher: One with a knife
16:16 Mark_Christopher: One been kicked off the bed towards you
16:16 Mark_Christopher: One fighting me

17:03 MarineMuscle21: As the man I've just killed slumps over, I feel fiery agony erupt above my knee, as the man whose eye I gouged slices at me. It actually dulls the pain in my abused balls, the hurt in my body becoming a kind of symphony of pain, with a back beat of adrenaline and pure survival drive. Still on my ass, I sit forward, and grip his hair. Sitting up onto my hips, as much as I'm able I push forward and stab at his neck, hoping to hit his carotid artery. I am painfully aware of the fresh attacker headed my way, and you are still on the bed, with no weapons but your skill and courage. Hoping it's enough, because there's nothing I can do to help you right now…

17:35 Mark_Christopher: But at least now it’s two on two. I escape nearly being raped and I manage to grab my attacker and simply roll over off the bed on top of him.

17:35 Mark_Christopher: I’m now on the floor closer to you but I’m managing to beat my attacker around the throat. Starting to throttle the life out of him but he again knees me in the sack and I groan. “No!!’ I may joke about your balls being sensitive but mine had been very close to cumming and they’re almost destroyed at this point.

17:35 Mark_Christopher: I manage to grab the table lamp though and slam it into his head and wrap the cord around his throat strangling him.

17:35 Mark_Christopher: While I’m busy strangling one of them the last one is going for his gun, a handgun, as the pain and punishment is being outweighed by survival instincts.

17:55 MarineMuscle21: The focus of my entire universe narrows down to the target, hand already at his holster pulling... to my arm, my hand, my eye... a simple movement, practiced thousands of times, now executed with senses on fire from pain and adrenaline... as he moves to draw down on you, I flip my knife in my grip and throw it into his throat.

18:25 Mark_Christopher: And with that he slumps to the floor. There is blood everywhere in the room right now. But the only two alive are us.

18:25 Mark_Christopher: “Fuck Matt,” I’m not sure what to say right now. I’ll come to my senses in a couple of minutes but right now I’m exhausted.

18:38 MarineMuscle21: I fall back in exhaustion. Five seconds, Mat. You get five seconds to be freaked, and afraid, and exhausted, and then you HAVE to move. "Yeah, buddy." Ok, time's up. I sit up, inspecting the wound on my leg. It looks nasty, but it's shallow, no major vessels, or tendons. Not setting any squat records anytime soon, though. I scoot back, rummaging in the holdall for the medical kit. "So... three for me, one for you. Sounds about right." I pause, and the teasing leaves my voice. "I think that's the first time you've called me Mat." Found it, pull some alcohol wipes, bandages. "Did you get hit?"

18:55 Mark_Christopher: I shake my head. “No. Bruises only.”

18:55 Mark_Christopher: “Yeah. Won’t make it a habit. But I just nearly got fucking raped. He was fucking going to stick his Russian fucking dick in me.”

18:55 Mark_Christopher: I grab a bandage to help you deal with your leg. “Let me help, we need to get moving. They probably fucking followed us back. We really need to fucking lie low now,”

18:55 Mark_Christopher: “How are you? Nasty wound but bet you’ve had worse.”

18:55 Mark_Christopher: There’s genuine concern. “Tease later. Genuine answer now. How are you.”

19:42 MarineMuscle21: "I can walk. It probably should get stitched, though. And if we have to fight again, we damn well better be able to do it with bullets." I get up, wincing, testing weight on my leg... " my balls are fucking killing me... At least as much from the fact that I have the worst case of blue balls in the history of history, with the possible exception of the case of blue balls you have right now, as from getting fucking kicked in them by these shitstains. Speaking of..." I look around the room." What's the play, here? Leave this? Try to work a cleanup? Fuck, do we just call for exfil? When these guys don't come back, they're going to be mobilizing even more... it might be time to scrub what’s left of this op and take what we've got."

17:55 Mark_Christopher: “There’s blood everywhere. We’re not going to be able to clean this up.” I look around as I put my arm around you as you try the weight on your leg.

17:55 Mark_Christopher: My neck is red from being held down by that although I have less physical marks.

17:55 Mark_Christopher: “Maybe we should take what we’ve got and go. These just followed us back here. So now they’re dead if we move unlikely to be followed anywhere else.”

17:55 Mark_Christopher: “Let’s get our kit on and head out. At least we will be armed.”

17:55 Mark_Christopher: I smile as I look at you. “We’re alive. That’s the important thing.”

Published: 2020-02-10, viewed 87 times.