In the Line of Fire

17:18 AgentDerekSteel: The warlord literally whimpers in the corner as you kick the door in. He tries to make himself small. Directly opposite the door is a large window.

17:18 AgentDerekSteel: So much for stealth, I think. Well, you aren't going to oblige me by coming in to get him. It sounds like you are in a talking mood rather than a shooting mood. I take out my Glock and step out to face you from beside the door, smoothly, professionally.

17:18 AgentDerekSteel: I'm about 6', 220 lbs. Wearing black combat boots, black combat trousers, a tactical belt around my waist with an assortment of weapons. I'm wearing a tight, muscle hugging black shirt showing off my powerful build. My face is covered in black five' o clock shadow. My eyes are locked on yours as I take in the sight of a half naked mountain of American Hero muscle. Wearing nothing but his skivvies, a bandage wrapped around his right thigh, but with massive pecs the size and consistency of steel weight plates, and biceps that are bigger than most men's thighs. Fuck me.

17:18 AgentDerekSteel: Covered in scrapes and bruises all over. I smile, coldly. I don't underestimate you for a second. I can only guess how many of my men you've killed to get here. I respond in my clipped, hard man British accent, "And I'd be much obliged if you just laid your naked ass down on the floor and put your hands behind your head before I paint the walls with your mother fucking Yankee brains like you've done to so many of my men already. Tell me, by the way, has the US gone so bankrupt that they send their soldiers out in nothing but their pants these days?"

17:45 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I can hear what I assume is my target, blubberin' away in the corner. No sign of the guard...

17:45 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Then you step out. Damn, you're a hot slab of man... my already rock hard, beer-can thick 9" little Marine pumps in my shorts as I take you in. Rugged. Strong. Competent.

17:45 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Then I get to your eyes... and I see it. You ain't just an animal, you ain't even just a predator... you wanna play with your prey. I know what hunger to dominate looks like in a man's eyes. I take this all in while you make your little speech. Dang, sexy voice, too.

17:45 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "Look," I say, eyes locked with yours, "I ain't wanted to hurt your men. I'm just here for that dirtbag over there what's… yep, sure 'nuff, what's pissed his pants outta fright. If you let me, I'll take him and walk." I grin. "But, look at you... you're a beast, like me. I know you're wonderin' it. 'Can I take him?' The professional in you is tryin' to stay focused and do your job but your big thick dick is beggin' to find out if you can go toe to toe where all your buddies got dropped." I flex my pecs at you. "So let's do it. You shed your kit, we go. You win, well... guess it's up to you what happens then. I win, I'll carry that piss soaked shitstain excuse for a man outta here and leave you be. You game?"

17:45 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Nothing to do now but wait and see if I get shot.

17:58 AgentDerekSteel: You definitely are speaking my language. I was never going to shoot you anyways. You are too valuable to me alive. I keep the gun trained on you, then tell you, "It's too late for that." I look at the blood pooling around your feet from my sentry's cut femoral. "You are a fool, soldier. Risking the outcome of your mission on a hand to hand fight just because you want to know who's better. It doesn't matter. I can take you with weapons or without. You aren't taking him unless you get past me. " There is contempt in my voice, but I answer you with actions, not words. I toss my Glock into the corner, I unbuckle my tactical belt and place it on the desk. I keep one eye on you the entire time. I grab the collar of my shirt, and simply rip it off, tearing the fabric down the middle, exposing my hard, hairy muscle. I shrug off the fabric. I figure I owe it to my men to see what you are made of.

17:58 AgentDerekSteel: I quickly tug off each of my combat boots, then strip out of my combat trousers, exposing my hard hairy legs. I'm wearing a pair of solid black compression pants that show off a very ample bulge with a stiffening cock. "Bring it, you fucking piece of Yankee shit."

18:12 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "Ah, I already know who's better, Nigel," I say dismissively as you strip. "And here you are, 'bout to go toe to toe. And I'm still unshot." I square up, begin to circle in, guard up, the modified Thai boxing stance fighters use when they know they might have to stuff a takedown. "I'd say I fair reduced the risk to my mission and played your ass like a fiddle."

18:12 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: When I'm just outside striking range I MOVE, closing the distance, firing an outside leg kick with my left leg. My right leg doesn't like being the pivot but it holds, and I turn the return momentum into a three punch combo cross-cross-hook, the first left and right aimed at your head, the left hook slamming at your liver.

18:24 AgentDerekSteel: I hear your words, and they just make me smile. You aren't the only one with a mission. And part of my mission is learning exactly what your battlefield capabilities are. Happy to let you think you played me. It suits me just fine.

18:24 AgentDerekSteel: My right leg shoots up, my knee absorbing your left kick expertly, but not without some pain. Damn you kick hard. I'm ready for what comes next as the snap back from the kick provides momentum for your fists. My left arm intercepting the two crosses, though each one is delivered with savage force. My left arm blasts out in a straight left, looking to tag you on the chin before you can completely reform your guard, wincing at the soreness in my arm from absorbing your blows.

18:24 AgentDerekSteel: I try to twist from my hips so the liver shot isn't side on, but you are so goddamn fast I can't block it entirely, but it hits at an angle, partially deflecting the force of your blow, your fist plowing a furrow of pain across my tough core. FUCK ME. I grunt with pain, hoping my left makes contact with your chin as I snap my right leg forward, trying to spear you in your abs with a knee strike.

18:34 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: This brute is every bit as solid and competent as he looks... you take my flurry like a champ, and the cross you slip through my guard rings my bell pretty good when you tag my chin. But I been hit hard, plenty of times. And I get a half sec to see my liver shot rock you before my gut clenches with pain... my abs are solid, and were tight and ready because they were moving the power from my hips to my fists. But you hit like a mule kicks. You wanna test abs? Let's test abs.

18:34 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My big hands snap up around your neck, clamping down, my elbows right together to guard punches... classic Thai clinch. And I start smashing knees into your rock solid core... my right can't drive as hard as my left, but they ain't exactly feeble, neither.

18:40 AgentDerekSteel: I grunt as I feel my blows rock you, then you reach up and grab the back of my neck. My arms shoot down and under your elbows as I feel you pull me into a thai clinch. FUCK ME. I tighten my abs as the first piledriver smashes into my hard core. A ripple of devastating pain spreads out from the impact point as I spit out with the effort to keep my core tense.

18:40 AgentDerekSteel: My arms are trying to force their way up in between your arms to break that thai clinch, and maybe establish mine in its place. I eat a few more knees, each one making a crater in my hairy abs. The pain is growing, and my armour is starting to buckle. I'm beginning to waver. I change tactics suddenly, waiting until your right leg is planted, then smashing my left knee into your bandaged, wounded right thigh, thinking that might fuck you up a bit. At the same time, I drive forward with my weight, looking to send you sprawling on your back before my goddamn abs cave in. They are already spasming, and I'm gonna be covered with bruises for a while.

18:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AAAGGGHHHH!" I squeal like a stuck pig when your knee smashes into my wound. This time the pain is too much for the endorphin rush, though that still comes. Fire rushes across my nerves from my leg and I go down hard back on my ass. I'm so dang tired.

18:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Still, I got plenty left and immediately bring my arms and legs up into an open guard, ready to block and grapple, looking to get my feet back under me at the first possible second.

18:59 AgentDerekSteel: So he wants to play ground games does he, I think to myself. I grin, and surge forward, my left hand reaching to grab your right ankle, and pull back on it hard. If I can manage to pull that weakened right ankle and force it down, I'm gonna try to drop my left knee onto your thigh to make a potential opening to pass while attempting to watch out for your hands and counters with my free right hand.

19:06 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Your grip lands solid on my ankle, no way my busted up leg is gonna pull free. I feel you trying to pull me in and down, so I use it.

19:06 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Underhooking your right ankle with my left hand, I use that and my abs to YANK my hips directly under yours, and push into your left hip pocket with my right foot, just enough to post.

19:06 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Pivoting under you, my left leg comes around outside, my heel hooking into your right hip pocket.

19:06 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My abs and glutes flex huge and hard as I try to pull you over backwards and bring you down into a leg entanglement.

19:35 AgentDerekSteel: I can tell right away that you know your stuff. You grab my right ankle with your left hand, and pull your hips forward under me.

19:35 AgentDerekSteel: As I'm holding your right ankle with my left hand, you push it into my left hip and post, pivoting so your left leg comes around my outside and pushes into my right hip. I fight, trying to break free, but you flex your glutes and your abs till they are hard as steel, and I'm pulled down into a 50/50, falling back on my ass! FUCK... Your right leg is pushed into my right hip, and my right leg is pushed against your right hip. I reach out with my right arm and quickly try to scoop up your left ankle underneath my armpit, trying to dig the blade of my forearm under your achilles. I'm focused on trying to keep my own left leg moving and shifting, not sure if I can win this race, but gonna try to get my ankle lock sunk in deep and hard. Grunting with effort. You are fucking all kinds of dangerous.

20:01 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My sweep works, and this hot, dangerous stud goes down. We're scrambling for each other's outside ankle; I'm trying to trap your foot for a heel hook, you're gripping for a straight ankle lock.

20:01 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: And we both get there. Fuck, but you're good.

20:01 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Maybe if I had my right leg at 100%, I could just muscle you over... but we need to rotate in opposite directions to finish the holds enough to do real damage, and we're both too dang bull-strong in the core to force it.

20:01 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: After a few seconds of yanking on one another's feet, I decide to take the gamble that I can sit up faster than you can roll your hips over, my abs RIP me through a situp as I release your foot and I grip your left forearm with my left hand, holding the distance, and start smashing short punches at your face with my right.

20:11 AgentDerekSteel: Despite my best efforts, you grab my ankle at about the same as I get yours. You lock mine into a heel hook as I get my straight ankle lock sunk in. Muscle is flowing back and forth, trying to wreck each other's knees, neither one getting it done.

20:11 AgentDerekSteel: You release my ankle, and crunch up from the abs. You reach out and sink your hand on my left forearm with your left hand, fuck, fighting to keep my lock hooked on, but it's not easy, starting to slip.

20:11 AgentDerekSteel: You look to drive your right into my face. I drop the ankle lock, can’t sit there and take punches to my face! I growl, bring up my right hand to try and block your sharp, short punches. I catch some, but a few get through and I'm seeing a few stars. I’m starting to scramble back now, those fists are hurting! I pull back my right leg as I start to scoot back, and kick up with a sharp savage kick, looking to smash the sole of my foot right in that handsome, hot All American Square chin of yours to force you back.

20:23 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: It works, and the second you relinquish the lock I let your wrist go and start scrambling back, and you do the same. Before we're full separated, though, your big meaty foot smashes me right in the face, catching my chin and opening a fresh cut on my lip. Sumbitch. Your quads are thick and beasty as mine.

20:23 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My bell's rung, but I'm still in this! Ain't no way this merc trash is taking down a slab of Grade-A US Marine hero, don't matter how tough and strong he is!

20:23 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: As we make it to our feet, I come in with a three punch combo, jab-cross-uppercut, classic. But the uppercut's a feint; instead I smash a shoulder into you, hoisting you up into a big ol' bearhug and driving across the room as I crush you in my arms, looking to smash you down on the warlord's desk.

04:56 AgentDerekSteel: My foot catches your chin on my way as I back up, giving me some space to keep you outta my face as I scramble back up to my feet. My chest is heaving, sweat starting to soak the fur on my hard pecs and abs. Abs covered in welts, my hard, solid warrior core is a bit dented, throbbing with pain.

04:56 AgentDerekSteel: I snap my guard up, as you come at me with a jab and a cross, my arms moving to block each shot. You follow it up with the traditional uppercut and I bring my elbows together to stuff it, but FUCK ME, suddenly your shoulder is slamming into my abs, getting a grunt out of me.

04:56 AgentDerekSteel: You are one fucking solid, squat slab of pure American beef, and you get your centre of gravity right under me, hoisting me up off my feet before I realize what's going on. You get your arms locked around me tight, my midriff up high as I'm partly slumping over your shoulder. You start to crush, and I let out a steam whistle of pure agony as I feel the kind of power those battleship strong arms and rock solid core of yours can deliver. I grit my teeth, my own battered core starting to falter under the crushing pressure, but I'm holding it strong by sheer stubborn will power.

04:56 AgentDerekSteel: This American soldier is a fucking BEAST. But fuck me if I'm gonna let some over muscled American take down my tough, hard-assed, steel hard, iron willed Mercenary ass! I owe it to my men.

04:56 AgentDerekSteel: As you start to gather steam, running with me towards the desk, I tense my myself, and forming my right hand into a stiff blade, my right bicep rippling with hard power, I try to jab the fingers of my hand under your chin and throat, looking to lock up with my left hand on the other side. Crunching up and locking you in the tightest goddamned guillotine I can pull off, every muscle in my body tensing with the double effort of trying to keep you from crushing my core and locking in this guillotine choke, even as I snap my legs up and around your waist, locking them as tight as I can manage.

04:56 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly, I feel my back SMASHHHHHHHHHHHHH through the Warlord's desk. The entire desk disintegrates into broken wood and splinters. The savage blow rips up my back, driving splinters into my hard muscle. The shock wave from the impact rips the air from my lungs, the explosion of pain washes through my hard powerful torso like a tidal wave. I let out a yell of agony. I feel all my muscles weaken, as the shock of the brutal impact rips through my hard hairy muscle, but I dig down deep into my reserves of iron will, and fucking tell my body, YOU WILL NOT FUCKING LET GO OF THAT GUILLOTINE COME HELL OR HIGH WATER!!!

05:08 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: NO! NO FUCKING Way! Battered ribs getting crushed, feelin' my air close off in your choke... too late for a stepover escape... I BROKE AN OAK DESK WITH YOUR FUCKING BODY! How are you still fighting?!

05:08 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Seeing spots... start slamming fists into your slab sides. You feel solid.

05:08 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Finish the mission. Have to win. Can't go down.

05:08 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Grip your wrists, my biceps and lats flex huge, bulging with every bit of strength and willpower in me and I MUSCLE against your grip!

05:08 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I... AM... STRONGER!!!

05:23 AgentDerekSteel: ARGHHHHHHHHHHH... your fists slam into my side... AWW FUCKKK... WON'T LET GO.

05:23 AgentDerekSteel: I can beast mode for only so long... only so hard... pain wracking my body.... Trying to keep that guillotine in place.. I can feel blood soaking the splinters of the desk beneath me, my back is torn up.

05:23 AgentDerekSteel: You grab my wrists, and you are pouring so much fucking power into me... I'm gasping with the effort, my biceps and pecs flex to their max, veins standing out from the effort to hold off your muscled assault. I can't keep it up, but I'm stubborn as fuck.

05:23 AgentDerekSteel: Got to fight smart DEREK… I yell at myself. Suddenly, I refocus my energy, letting go of the guillotine, and repositioning my guard, I take my left foot and drive it to the inside of your massive meaty right thigh, and FUCK me, is that your goddamn junk my foot brushes against??

05:23 AgentDerekSteel: I drop my right leg low to the floor, feeling the splinters under foot, and suddenly with an explosion of muscle, I lift up with my left foot tucked next to your crotch, sweep hard inside with my right foot against your left knee as it's planted on the floor, twist with my core, trying to fucking scissor sweep your big, hot, All American muscled ass over to your back, trying to get a full mount on your massive soldier muscle. Hoping like hell the guillotine slowed you down enough for me to pull this off, hoping like HELL I've got enough left in the tank to get this done.

05:39 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Feeling your grip yield to my strength, your thick hard muscle flexing desperately against my power, holy shit you're so damn strong... even in the middle of this deadly struggle, pressed against your hairy, manly, straining body keeps my cock rock hard...

05:39 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The pressure comes off the choke, I suck air... I've gotta put this fucker away, I'm so tore up, but I can still win, HAVE to win, it's the mission and I'm A MARINE.

05:39 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Suddenly you give up the grip entirely, and- "AAAAGGG!" I howl as my wounded thigh takes your big foot, I wilt, and it's enough that I can't keep my base against your sweep.

05:39 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My escape is on automatic, drilled-instinct; I dig underhooks, palms gripping your thick hamstrings... a far corner of my brain wonders how much you must deadlift... as my back hits the ground my abs and glutes fire and I hip up hard, bringin' a knee up to hammer your broad back at the same time and scootin' out the back.

05:39 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Sliding through the splintered fragments of the desk shreds up my back, adding to the cuts from the gravel, but at least I didn't sit in your mount and eat your big fists.

05:39 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: As I clear your body, it's a race; I RIP my hips over and try to come up into some kind of stance facing you and hope I can get there before you turn and attack.

05:50 AgentDerekSteel: FUCK ME! You are superbly trained, I manage to pull my sweep off, and land on top of you, but immediately you buck like a bronco, slamming your knee against my back, I gasp in pain, not from the blow, but from all the fucking splinters and cuts on my back aggravated by your smash. You hip out the back door, like a fucking muscled snake.

05:50 AgentDerekSteel: I wonder how many hours you must have drilled to be able to pull that escape off so fucking fast I couldn't even counter. DAMN... Not only your muscles, but your training is ELITE. This is gonna be the toughest fight of my life. There ain't one fucking ounce of quit or give in your incredible muscle, your training, your will power. FUCK ME. Let's see what Derek Steel is made of.

05:50 AgentDerekSteel: I've got a slight advantage though, I'm already posted on my knees, and I spin in place lighting fast to face you. I spring up to my feet, catching you just as you are in the middle of getting up, reaching out with my left hand towards the back of your big head, and try to smash my knee like a sledgehammer into your hard, All American big jaw as you are right in the middle of getting to your feet.

06:02 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Pain explodes in my skull and my vision turns to white buzzing light as I eat your knee. A split second later I realize I've fallen back on my ass. My vision is swimming, feeling the blood pound in my ears.

06:02 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I know, I KNOW I could take you, fresh. You're a hairy, magnificent beast, but I could put you down, fresh. I know it.

06:02 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But I walked in here tired. Bleeding. Bruised. And now this battle is uphill. But it don't matter, cause I can't quit. Can't quit.

06:02 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Your knee's enough to push a little endorphin rush, though my burly endocrine system is finally hittin' some limits. My head still clearin', I kick out HARD with my left foot, trying to nail you in the knee, then use the snap back to hop unsteadily to my feet.

06:12 AgentDerekSteel: My knee hits pay dirt, and as I pull it back, I notice the cut gashed over your left eye from the impact. You are fucking rocked.

06:12 AgentDerekSteel: I wonder what would have happened if I'd faced you fresh. My dick twitches... even if I manage to beat you now, I may never get the answer to that question. But it doesn't matter, this is the fight in front of me, and you are all man, all power, no fucking quit.

06:12 AgentDerekSteel: You kick out hard with your left foot. I'm tired, slowing down a bit, taking in massive gasps of breath, but I'm still fresh enough to snap my right leg up, avoiding that knee as I stalk you. I plant my right foot down, turn into a side on stance, leading with my left foot, I pivot on my foot, and spin suddenly, roaring with concentration as my right leg snaps up, chambers, rotates 180 degrees, and I look to unload my right foot deep in the middle of your muscle abs in a spinning back kick.

11:36 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Gulpin' air, vision swimmy, muscles burnin'. My shitty kick gets dodged, but my stand-up leaves me left-forward. So when you bust out yer fancy pants karate kid spinnin' shit, even rocked as I am I got time to step and pivot, movin' in on you as your big leg fires out.

11:36 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Your heel grazes my abs on my right side, and my right arm clamps your leg to my side. I move into you, stepping in front of your post ankle and pitching into you, and we go down onto the floor.

11:36 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: You're face down on the carpet in front of me, my big chest against your broad back, my rock hard manhood wedged into your muscled ass, the hot flesh separated only by two thin layers of fabric. I dig under your armpits, locking hands behind your head in a full nelson. Roll you over, lock you between my big legs.

11:36 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "You shoulda gave up and walked out, son!" I pant, snarling. My thick, tired, sweat soaked muscles bulge huge and I FLEX DOWN on you.

11:56 AgentDerekSteel: Derek... you are an IDIOT!!! You aren't nearly as dazed or out of it as I'd counted on. You step and pivot out of the way of my big kick. Oh shit... I know I'm in trouble as soon as my kick hits the air instead of your thick, muscled abs.

11:56 AgentDerekSteel: A brief burst of frustration disrupts my normally calm, cool, battle judgement. WHAT THE FUCK IS IT GOING TO TAKE TO PUT THIS PIECE OF SHIT AMERICAN SOLDIER DOWN??

11:56 AgentDerekSteel: You clamp my thigh, step forward, and trip up my plant leg. Oh fuck. I brace myself, and my heavy, hard, hairy muscle chest smashes hard to the floor, eliciting an explosive grunt of pain as you crush down on top of me with what feels like a shit ton of hard, 100% Grade A American Soldier Beef, smashing my powerful torso deep to the carpet, knocking the fucking wind outta me.

11:56 AgentDerekSteel: I'm trying to get my breath back when I feel a couple of things simultaneously. First, my eyes pop wide open as I feel a huge piece of American meat start surfing my ass. I groan, but I can't deny the raw sexuality of the contact. It's like that sometimes, between the deadliest of enemies there are moments of pure connection.

11:56 AgentDerekSteel: Then, your huge battleship strong arms force their way under my pits. I try to resist, but my muscles need oxygen, and that's just been blasted right outta me. This is gonna hurt. You lock your arms behind my head, and roll me over, wrapping your legs around my waist at the same time. That's when the pressure starts.

11:56 AgentDerekSteel: You tell me I shoulda gave up as I feel the ripple of awesome power travel up your body, feeling it start in the crunch of your abs and radiate out to your thick, bulging lats and biceps. We are connected with a layer of sweat and heat and animal power.

11:56 AgentDerekSteel: Okay Derek, let's see what you are made of. I scream, a deep manly bellow, part from the pain as my chin is being forced towards my hairy hard pecs, straining the tendons in my neck. And part from sheer defiance and rage. My own abs start to crunch as I gather together my power. I'm exhausted, my back is ripped and bleeding, my abs and ribs have been savagely pummeled. Nothing is working at 100%. How the hell can I match your power? By digging deeper. But the well is empty... so the fuck what Derek, dig a deeper well.

11:56 AgentDerekSteel: The power erupts from my hard hairy core, and up to my lats and biceps, my hard solid shoulders, forcing my arms down with everything I got, my traps resisting the pressure on my neck. The veins pop out into full definition and my face turns beat red... I'm trembling with the effort, but my chin suddenly stops moving towards my chest... and moves just the fraction of an inch back! I force out between gasps of effort, "Go... fuck.... your... self... you... goddamn... piece... of... Yankee.... SHIT!"

12:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: It feels good to just muscle a strong man into submission, and my tired body could use some feelgood right about now. You're a powerhouse, for sure... pressed up together, it's like there's too much muscle packed into one space, like we're violatin' that atom thing about matter, the Paul-somethin'. Anyway, you're thick as fuck, fillin' the space in my arms and legs, and you're rock solid. This close, I can see my huge guns got some size on yours, but with how broad you are you're bigger in the chest, despite my thicker pecs. We're both iron in the middle, then we get to the legs an' yer tree trunks actually bulk a little bigger'n mine. My thick 9" pumps harder, wedged in your crack, during the heartbeat or two it takes to survey you. Man, why'd you have to go and be a trashbag merc for? Would be great to have a fuckfight buddy like you. Oh well.

12:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Bearin' down on you, feelin' you flex up to resist... I grunt, you're powerful for sure... more resistance... fuck... no way... NO WAY... feeling our huge guns crush together, and you start overcoming, flexing out.. hear you say something but I ain't even payin' attention, trying to squeeze.... NO!... your lats flaring, feelin' your huge carved back blowin' up with power...

12:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My grip ain't 100%, fingers got bruised up good when your buddy kicked that knife away... flex, gotta flex... keep him here, Mason!... NO!

12:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Our guns, so fuckin' huge... hard muscle crushing into hard muscle, fingers sliding apart... you're flexing out!!....

12:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "NO!" I dig deep and ROAR with effort, stopping your progress... matching your flex... MY GUNS ARE SO HUGE... my snarl is half sob as I MUSCLE my grip closed again and LOCK it against your effort. "NO! FUCKING! WAY!"

12:42 AgentDerekSteel: I take in each breath with a short savage gasp, forcing the oxygen into my lungs as fast as I can, building up a rhythm, feeding my muscle. The veins in my forehead, my neck, my face, my biceps pop into full relief.

12:42 AgentDerekSteel: I'm managing it, I'm fighting for every single goddamn hair's breadth, but I'm managing it, I'm out muscling this big fucking super soldier American meathead. Then you ROAR out "NO" and it's like I've suddenly slammed straight into a brick wall. I scream, gasp, buck, but I can't force my thick, hard ultra flexed biceps another inch. Goddamn... I'm so exhausted, sweat is pouring off me in buckets, the hair on my pecs matted and wet, rivers of sweat dripping down onto your thick ass muscle beneath me. I see the size of your biceps outta the corner of my eye... My god... they are so huge. I start to falter. I scream out as I begin to lose the progress I've fought so hard for. My chin creeps back towards my pecs, my arms are slowly forced up. I feel your grip lock back up.

12:42 AgentDerekSteel: You snarl out in a savage tone, something between a whisper and a shout, the effort dripping from your voice, "NO! FUCKING! WAY!"

12:42 AgentDerekSteel: Then something snaps inside me, right inside the middle of my gut, and I'm tasting fire. I'm thinking of all my men you wasted today. I'm thinking how many more of my mercs are gonna get wasted unless I figure out what these shit bag Americans are up to... unless I figure out how they made you. It's all on the line. But that's all in my head. What's in my guts... what's in my nuts... is the sheer burning need to prove I'm the best... by beating the best there is. I scream back at you, the fire surging through my belly, my dick stiffening like a steel spike, staining my briefs with precum, "YES! FUCKING! WAY!"

12:42 AgentDerekSteel: A second wind of power and muscle blasts through my body. This second surge of power is coming straight from my trashbag Merc balls! My biceps swell, and suddenly with a jerk, I STOP your advance, start to reverse it, my whole body as stiff as a steel i-beam, tensed, every ounce of power blowing out my lats, my biceps, GONNA FUCKING TRASH THIS YANK'S NELSON! GONNA FUCKING SHOW HIM WHO THE MAN IS.

12:58 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "... no... NO!" My grunt of effort is half sob as you power back up... my guns have the muscle but my injured hand doesn't have the grip. Incredulous, I feel your hard, huge guns and back blow my nelson open. Holy crap, but you're powerful.

12:58 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: For a heartbeat, I wilt. Tired. Spent.

12:58 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But years of training and conditioning surge up, and I didn't have no quit in me even before Project Hero. MOVE, MASON!

12:58 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The scissors crush from behind doesn't really work without being able to drive you down into it with the nelson, so I switch it up, uncrossing my ankles, setting my hooks and turning it into a tight back mount. One arm is already in position after the nelson; my left snaps over your shoulder and I lock up a seatbelt grip.

12:58 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Blood pounding in my ears, lungs burning, muscles ache. This sumbitch gotta go down.

13:11 AgentDerekSteel: I'm almost in disbelief when I feel your full nelson snap open. My muscles are trembling from the effort. The exhaustion mounts, but I got no time to be tired. I'm hardly out of danger. You are one ELITE son of a bitch, and you get your feet sunk into my hips, then your left arm snaps over my shoulder as you smoothly transition to a seatbelt grip.

13:11 AgentDerekSteel: I don't think, I just act. I know I'm tired... muscles are trembling.... but there ain't a moment to spare. I heave towards my right, driving my shoulder down to dig into the debris-littered floor. I drive some splinters into my shoulder, but who the fuck cares. I drive my right leg out, breaking your hook, then grab your left wrist with my right arm. Screaming with the effort, I fight to turn towards you, fight to plant my right foot into your hip and blast backwards out of your control. Concentrating with effort, the floor turning damp under me with my sweat.

13:32 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Sweat-slick, our bodies scorching hot from the exertion, you slide smoothly through the classic back mount escape, I'm expecting you to end up in my full guard but instead you drive the gap open between us.

13:32 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Pushing away, I move through a technical stand-up. As I do, I feel my sweat and precum soaked silkies ride up, and suddenly I'm feelin' a breeze as my thick 9" hog pops outta the left leg, big hairy blond balls hangin' low, the fabric stretched over the root of my cock. Don't have time to straighten 'em out, you're already back on your feet, just outside strike range. I square up, guard up.

13:32 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Fuck this guy. Fuck him for being a lowlife merc, fuck him for being willing to work for this pants-pissing shitstain, fuck him for being so damned tough, fuck him for making me put a whole dang paycheck in the swear jar.

13:32 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Most of all, fuck him for being the ruggedly handsome powerhouse who can keep up with me I've been hoping to find for years, and being on the wrong side.

13:32 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "That all you got, son?"

13:49 AgentDerekSteel: I twist, hands up to guard against you, and force myself back to my feet, my chest is heaving, I had to draw on some serious power to break out of that full nelson. An involuntary grin spreads across my face as my eyes dart momentarily to your thick cock hanging out of the left leg of your skivvies. I knew you were packing some serious meat, and now that's confirmed. My own 8" is still hard from the exertion of fighting out of that nelson with you, and there is a sticky patch on the front of my pants from the pre I've been leaking.

13:49 AgentDerekSteel: I look you over, take in the sight of your thick slabs of beefy pecs, your powerful arms, that goddamn gut that looks like a slab of concrete. I'm tasting fire. Want you. Want to take you down. Want to smash through your hot ass muscle. Want to rip you apart from the inside out, crack open your head, get inside your mind, smash those big ass low hanging balls. Want to own. Every. Fucking. Bit. Of you. I'm on a mission to make this All-American Soldier into my personal property.

13:49 AgentDerekSteel: "I'm just getting warmed up, BOY." I throw back at you.

13:49 AgentDerekSteel: I surge forward, leading with my left leg. I'm tired, but I'm summoning a burst of energy for this next trick. I drive straight down the pipe, fists swinging, left jab, left jab, right cross, but that right cross was a feint, and I drop my level suddenly, and reach my right hand around to your thick meaty back, slicing my right foot around and behind your left foot, screaming with effort, trying to sneak around behind you and get my arms sunk in around that incredible core of yours in a go behind, wanting to take your fucking back.

14:15 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: You drive forward, straight up the middle, a hairy charging muscle bull. Fast, for a big guy, great hand speed, great timing. Top notch.

14:15 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But there's top notch, and then there's me. I parry your jabs easy, stepping back... and immediately get an ego check. I mean, ain't like I don't see the signs of your level change; the way your punch slows, how your eyes dart to a new target just before your hips move. But I'm wore out, and I don't react fast enough.

14:15 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I drop my hips as you step behind me, sinking my weight, big hands locking on your wrists, the sweat on your rock-solid chest stinging the cuts and scrapes on my back, which I'm amazed I can feel through the symphony of pain and fatigue and determination this fight has become.

14:26 AgentDerekSteel: You are one helluva fucking tough bull, I'm honestly surprised I managed to take your back. Both of us are radiating auras of pure muscle heat, fired by the extreme exertion. The heat between your broad, thick back and my hard, hairy chest and abs is phenomenal. Now... it's your turn to feel my 8" badass Mercenary Meat shoved into your ass crack. You drop your centre of gravity and immediately grab hold of my wrists, your All American muscle surging with power to break my grip.

14:26 AgentDerekSteel: Once again... I'm just stunned at the sheer power at your command, after fighting through a whole troop of my crack mercs. I wonder for a moment... if it would somehow be possible to get you on my side, what a privilege it would be to fight with instead of against you.

14:26 AgentDerekSteel: But our lives have taken different paths, and I'll have to settle for OWNING YOU instead. I smash my right knee forward, driving it directly for that injured right leg. If I can buckle your base just long enough to make you lose control of your centre of gravity.. I time that smash into your injured right leg with an ALMIGHTY surge of power directed at my grip around your waist, dropping down low straining to thrust my crotch and hips forward and get right under your centre of gravity, coiling my huge meaty, hairy thunder thighs like springs, and heaving myself backwards, a surge of power rippling through my body as I try and toss your shit-ton of American muscle right up over my shoulders, aiming to hurl you into the bookshelf on the wall behind the ruined desk.

14:41 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I get one second to fight your grip and try to turn out and then-

14:41 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "GAWD!" My busted right leg takes a hit again and buckles, then you're pressed in deep, I can feel your huge dick hot against my ass, then you grip tightens feel you flex FUCK-

14:41 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The flex of you against my body is undeniably hot even as my mind spikes a sharp bolt of worry as you rip my 245 pounds of beef off the floor and power me through a suplex.

14:41 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I ain't sure what happened, at first... there's a blast of pain and collision and bright light... my vision swims again... I hear the crack of splintered wood...

14:41 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I come to a heartbeat later and you're at my hips, scooting out from under me, as I lay on and under a pile of books and splintered wood... the back of my head throbs, feel hot wetness on my traps, think a cut opened back there... sharp pains in my back tell me I've taken fresh splinters.

14:41 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: In the corner, the "warlord" is literally cowering and wailing. I can smell his fresh piss.

14:41 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I groan with the effort to move at all, MOVE MASON, YOU DON'T FUCKING QUIT MARINE!, And I sit up fast and as hard as I can and pound a hammer fist at yer face.

14:54 AgentDerekSteel: Cords standing out on my neck, I scream with the effort as I dead lift 245 lbs of pure All American Super Soldier up and over, a terrific crunch and smash of splintering wood and disintegrating cheap-ass furniture.

14:54 AgentDerekSteel: My chest is heaving like a bellows, my muscles are pumped and ripped, and there is a surge of confidence flowing through my rock hard cock as I scoot out from under your hips, turning smoothly to face you. I wince in agony, my shoulders feel rubbed raw, the impact with the floor when I suplexed your hot muscled ass drove them in deep. I could feel fresh blood running down my back. I was getting tore up. But so the fuck were you.

14:54 AgentDerekSteel: Over confidence is not usually a mistake I'm prone to. That only happens when I let my balls into the driver's seat. Like right now. The feeling of fucking up your shit hot muscle felt just as good as sex. I wanted to rub it in. Arrogantly, I leaned forward, my feet flowing under me, reaching out to grab your head.

14:54 AgentDerekSteel: That's when a goddamn sledgehammer smashes up outta the wreckage and slams me right in my jaw. Next thing I know, I'm on my back, looking up at the ceiling. I groan, tasting blood in my mouth, feeling a trickle leaking out of the side of my mouth down onto the carpet. Suddenly, everything snaps back into full focus, I scream at myself, DEREK GUARD UP ON YOUR FEET! NOW! as I try and stagger up, fists snapping into a protective guard, but... what the fuck was that smell? Like someone pissed themselves?

15:09 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I try to race you to standing but it's a staggering, stumbling draw as we square back off... I move in, handfighting, feinting, looking to grapple up because I don't trust my timing and precision at this very moment... though you look to be as punch drunk as I do.

15:09 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Trying to make my grips, the fingers of my left hand interlace and entangle your right... well, grip is grip. My grip locks down on your hand, just as my right hand finds your left, and I crush that grip in, too.

15:09 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Mercy is a game you play with your gym bros, or when you're wrasslin' for fun, or when yer winnin' a bet or tryin' to figure out who's gonna take thick dick that night. It ain't for deadly scraps.

15:09 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But here we are and if I can put you on your ass and get a breath to make a solid attack that's a fuckin' win right now. So my big feet grip the debris-littered floor and my big quads and ass surge and I SLAM into you, my pecs hammering your hairy meat shields like a freight train as I try to muscle you back and down to your ass.

15:49 AgentDerekSteel: I stagger up to my feet, guard up, and feel relieved when I realize you aren't up yet. I groan, my head spinning, my jaw throbbing with bursts of pain in time with the heavy thudding of my heart.

15:49 AgentDerekSteel: My fists are up, and you stumble towards me, I can see you are more than a bit punch drunk as well. You come at me, reaching and searching with your hands, trying to sneak in and grapple me. I'm feeling unsteady enough not to want to try and throw a punch myself, and I likewise dart my hands at you, seeking an opening. Inevitably, my right and your left catch each other, and I grunt with power, starting to try and outmuscle your hand. Then, likewise, my left and your right end up entangled, and with a grunt, we slam together, the muscle surges, the hand grips tighten.

15:49 AgentDerekSteel: There are times when it all comes down to pure muscle. Who's got more of it? A dirtbag Mercenary, a wanted international criminal? Or a red-blooded home-town, muscled as fuck, All American Soldier?

15:49 AgentDerekSteel: I groan as your massive chest slams into my sweat soaked hairy pecs, our arms locked out at the side, my feet digging into the floor, fighting for purchase. My eyes go wide as I feel the kind of power 245 lbs of super soldier muscle can throw my way. I'm staggered, and my arms start shaking, my feet start to slip, and I feel myself slowly starting to bend back....

15:49 AgentDerekSteel: Your muscle is rippling with SO MUCH POWER... got to find an answer... C'MON DEREK!! COME FUCKING ON! My sheer mule-headed stubborn will to win kicks in. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH. I scream in your ear suddenly, the sound deafening. My back stiffens, and my shoulders tighten, my hairy abs turn so hard you can feel each ridge. My pecs stiffen like steel plates, smashing hard into your own masses of muscle. With little jerks of power, each one accompanied by a hiss of breath and a surge of rippling strength, I push back, screaming again as I begin to out muscle 245lbs of elite American beef!

16:56 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Yeah! Grunting as I power into you, feeling you buckle... already planning my ground and pound. This is what you get for going muscle to muscle with me, son!

16:56 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I wince as you scream in frustration, right in my ear... but then I realize it ain't frustration, as you somehow turn even more rock solid and STOP, holding firm against my muscle. My cock betrays me yet again, hangin' out my shorts, pumping hard and throbbing against your crotch, slingin' precum, refusin' to not admire and lust after the strength of my enemy.

16:56 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: FUCK THAT SHIT, I'M THE STRONGER!!

16:56 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I can feel down into my balls the strength of your broader back, your thicker thighs... I groan and pant and flex on you every time you flex on me, fightin' for every inch... we creep back and forth... but you're advancing. 'Cause I know I'm stronger, but my right thigh's cut and hurting, my right knee is tweaked and swollen, my right hand is bruised and can't grip.

16:56 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My grunts turn to desperate sobs as I fight your flex, fight your flex.... I'm the stronger, I'm the stronger... no, No, NO.... I sob with huge effort, I'M THE STRONGER!!!

16:56 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Your scream is pure rage and domination and you FLEX and my huge cock gouts precum and I'm DRIVEN BACK, bum leg giving out, crushed back to fall on my ass.

16:56 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I go with it, once it's inevitable... tucking my good left leg in tight, then planting that big left foot in your abs and using that mercy grip, roll through and fire that leg hard as I can slingin' you ass over teakettle to go crashing into the wooden coffee table, the last bit of furniture in the room we ain't wrecked.

16:56 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Desperately tired, achin', I roll to my left, once again trying to beat you to standing... can't quit, won't quit. Mission comes first. Won't quit.

18:33 AgentDerekSteel: I feel the moment, that very moment when suddenly I break your resistance, 'cause it's the same moment that suddenly I feel a slimy smearing of your pre on my thick muscled thigh as your dick twitches. On some kind of deep level... I know I've got you by your fucking balls.

18:33 AgentDerekSteel: Or so I think. You fall back right enough, but you are one goddamn ELITE son of a bitch. You throw your left leg up into my abs, and toss me head over heels. I'm dizzy for a moment, then suddenly I feel a huge CRASH and CRUNCH of wood as my back smashes hard through the shitty little coffee table, turning it to splinters. I groan, laying in the ruins of the coffee table, my back is on fire, the wind knocked right out of me.

18:33 AgentDerekSteel: I'm gasping for air, so tired, drenched in sweat, and yet my cock refuses to go down, it stays rock hard, and gets harder the fiercer we fight. Something about you... your primal pure power just reaches inside and churns my nuts, causes my inner animal to stand up and say THAT FUCKER IS MINE. It's my balls, more than anything that make me suddenly flip over, and turn to face you. You are just starting to get up, and I'm still on my knees, heaving, muscles tired as fuck, but my eyes on fire. desperate not to let you get up, I lunge forward, reaching out with my right hand, trying to grab you, and ... well ... fuck me... if I don't catch the waistband of your skivvies!

18:43 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Get up get up GET UP MARINE GET UP... I'm crawling at you even as I roll, but you're already stumblin' towards me, reachin' out.... feel your grip on my silkes, pulling me down as much as pullin' yourself up... I stumble, and suddenly we're kneeling practically on top of one another, practically tangled up...

18:43 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Desperately, trying to dump you off balance, put you face down, I palm your face like a fucking basketball with my right hand, grip and shove you, gripping your briefs with my other hand to yank you in the same direction...

18:43 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: It works. Kinda. My grip shreds your undies, and you go off balance but so do I, and my own sweat-soaked silkies tear in your grip as I tumble over.

18:43 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: And there we are, naked, half kneeling, half laying on our sides, next to one another... refusing to quit.

18:43 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I hate you as much as I crave you, and I WILL defeat you. I scramble at you...

19:10 AgentDerekSteel: I yank, desperate to keep you from getting up, and you stumble down, we are facing off against each other. Suddenly your big, meaty hand is right in my face, pushing me back, holding me at bay, gripping my face like a basketball.

19:10 AgentDerekSteel: At the same time, I feel a huge tug on my own black briefs, and there is a tearing, ripping sound as my 8" piece of mercenary meat along with my thick, hairy balls suddenly flop out, my dick stiff and sticking straight up, pre beading on the tip.

19:10 AgentDerekSteel: I tumble down to my side, pushing up on my right elbow, not gonna quit, won't give.

19:10 AgentDerekSteel: Then... I see a brief flash, a small window of opportunity! Just as you get to all fours, at that very moment, just as you are beginning to turn towards me while we are still facing the same direction, side by side.....

19:10 AgentDerekSteel: No thought, just movement, muscle, and training. I swing my left leg up and over, heaving up with my right hand, finding myself suddenly sliding on top of your back, quick as a flash, I'm looking to drive my right heel directly under your heaving, power packed core, dropping my left leg down on your left side, and sliding my right arm down over your right shoulder, sliding across your heaving, massive chest into a seatbelt. If I can just get my right ankle locked in the crook of my left knee, I'll have this hard-muscled, battle-damaged American Super Soldier locked up in a savage tight figure 4 body lock!

23:04 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I'm scrambling up, feel more than see you doing the same... we're wearing nothing more than sweat and blood and bruises now, the two manliest, most savage beats for a thousand miles in any direction, crawling back into battle because there's ain't no quit.

23:04 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: You shoulda been a fuckin' Marine.

23:04 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Just as I'm up on all fours and ready to pounce, you scramble for my back, throwing yourself on me. Dammit! My weight happened to be on my bum leg, so while I can work a preemptive body triangle escape in my fuckin' sleep, my leg gives out and I drop the wrong direction, givin' you plenty of time to lock them monster quads around my body. I lock down your arms, though, gripping your wrists, denying you the chance to sink a choke.

04:05 AgentDerekSteel: I knew it was a long shot, but I figured just maybe this muscle beast American was so battle damaged I might be able to lock in my body triangle. Problem was I was just about as messed up as he was. Could I move fast enough? BAMMM... Your right leg faltered, blocking your attempt to drop and scrape me off. I wasn't gonna get a choke locked in, you grip my arms tight, so it's all up to my quads.

04:05 AgentDerekSteel: I heave us right, and drop down to my right side, putting your locked up thick-ass super soldier muscle on display for the Warlord whimpering in the corner.

04:05 AgentDerekSteel: My hairy, steel hard pecs, battered and bruised are smashed up tight against your back, I feel a slick wetness against my sweat-soaked furry chest that ain't sweat, looks like you got a savage cut across your traps, probably from the suplex into the bookshelf. Waves of muscle heat are radiating off of both of us. My cock is jammed right up into the small of your back, grinding and spewing pre.

04:05 AgentDerekSteel: Then I take a huge breath, and let it out in a fucking roar of power. My abs crunching tight, pure bad-ass dirtbag Mercenary power rippling across my suddenly steel-hard body, my monster quads bursting at the seams, my right calf suddenly DRIVING deep across your core, starting to dent and chip at that concrete mass of muscle you use for abs, looking to FUCK you up, increase that battle damage, and WRECK your core, cut you in HALF.

04:10 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I know what's comin', I've crushed a hundred guys into submission in body triangles. I suck a breath and FLEX UP-

04:10 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "HHNNNnngggg...." JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, your squeeze is powerful! Air is grudgingly crushed out of me in a wheeze as your muscle-swollen thighs strain against my unbreakable abs, and yeah, you shitstain, THEY'RE UNBREAKABLE, OOH-RAH!

04:10 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I dig deep, locking my core down, abs like steel, lats flaring huge, and grit my teeth against your triangle... JESUS, you're so strong...

04:10 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Trying to stay focused, gotta keep that flex up... oh, God, it hurts... Grip your right wrist in both hands and rip your grip free, trying to clear your arm to the other side of my head...

04:19 AgentDerekSteel: And suddenly... my crush feels like it's ran SMACK into a concrete fucking wall... NOT an ounce of GIVE. Gasping, growling, spurts of power rippling through my quads, trying to make headway, but getting nowhere!!

04:19 AgentDerekSteel: BUT NOT GIVING UP. Muscles refusing to back down.. I start tuning myself into your thick-ass muscled body, feeling the rhythm of your breathing, feeling the pulse of your heartbeat. Instinctively, I time my surges of power on your exhale, trying to make it that much more difficult for you to get your next breath in. You grab my right wrist with both your hands ripping my grip free, my hard hairy right bis and tris locked and flexed, making you fight for every inch as you work to clear my arm. My left hand shoots around, wraps around your left wrist, and I spike my fingers into the soft underside of your left wrist, trying to make you lose your grip, fighting to keep my right arm in place, fighting to give me more time to put a dent in your fucking rock hard core.

04:29 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Oh God... oh fuck! Every breath is crushed out, every inhale a shallow and agonizing sip of air... my core is flexing heroically, but you're so danged STRONG... maybe if I was fresh I could hang out here and just out muscle you, but I'm tired... sore... too much longer and my ribs will give...lungs and abs on fire... I can feel your hot, hard cock, near big and thick as mine, throbbing against my back...

04:29 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: DON'T YOU FUCKING QUIT MARINE!

04:29 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Your guns are monster, near as big as mine, but it's two on one and though you make it a fight, I finally manage to clear your arm over my head. Your left hand is digging in, it fucking hurts... but not as much as this will! Trapping your right arm against the left side of my neck, taking advantage of the angle and leverage you've created with the body triangle, I rip your right arm down over my left trap, your palm facing up, and ARCH UP as much as I can, hyper extending it, creating, as my coach used to call it, "a-bullshit-but-effective-armbar." I groan with the strain... this don't make you let go and my ribs may be done for...

04:38 AgentDerekSteel: I'm making progress, I can feel your core start to finally FUCKING give.. but I'm losing the battle to keep my right arm safe.

04:38 AgentDerekSteel: Despite my best efforts, you twist my arm and pull it over your traps, creating a lever against my elbow joint... AWWWWFUCKKK.. WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT TAKE TO BEAT THIS PIECE OF SHIT AMERICAN!! Furious, I unwind my legs from around your core, hipping away, planting my foot in the small of your back, and ripping my arm out of your grip. I roll and spring back up to my knees, chest heaving from my exertion, my cock still refusing to go down, hard as a steel spike, standing to attention as I suck in couple of deep breaths to get my wind back, legs trembling from the effort, my right arm tense and aching from being hyperextended.

04:47 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "NNNGGGGAAAHHHHHH!" I can't help it, I bawl with agony, a mewling bellow of pain and rage as you release the body crush, because even though the impending damage is relented, blood is flowing back to hurt tissues, nerves are getting good signal and they're ON FIRE with pain. The automatic endorphin rush is pathetic, at this point, my endocrine system is done and while I can feel the note of pleasure in the symphony of pain, it don't make no difference.

04:47 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I arch up, gasping... trying to fight through the haze, figure out what to do next... turn, stand, what?... then I realize you're on your knees, by my head, facing my body.... I'll never turn to face you in time, my only hope is some kind of inversion...

04:47 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I reach up, gripping your hips, my battered abs FLEX and I try to roll up over my shoulder into you...

05:06 AgentDerekSteel: Taking in some more huge gulps of air, needing to replenish my reserves of oxygen after spending so much energy trying to crush this beast down! I need to get up to my feet, and fast, but fuck am I tired... You aren't going anywhere quick, I was crushing your fucking core hard and tight, the pain when I released you all of a sudden is gonna be incapacita......

05:06 AgentDerekSteel: WHAT THE FUCK! Suddenly, your thick arms reach out and grab my hips, and you start to roll up onto your shoulder in front of me! I'm totally stunned, HOW? HOW THE FUCKING HELL? Your legs heave up over your head, and my body reacts, even if my mind is still trying to figure out how the hell you managed it. I surge forward then, wrapping my arms around your waist, dropping my shoulder low, and driving under your legs as you are in mid roll. I lock my hands around the small of your back, and HEAVE forward, toppling you backwards, stuffing your roll, and find myself in one of the strangest North/South situations I've ever been in.

05:06 AgentDerekSteel: My face is in your goddamn junk! Your cock is spewing pre on my cheeks. My own cock starts to throb. Beneath me, I'm feeling 245lbs of American warrior muscle laid out, that concrete core I just tried to crush is now wrapped up tight in my steel corded, hairy biceps. Those thick, beefy pecs are mashed up against my tight, sweat soaked abs, feeling each ridge rubbing against your pec plates like a cheese grater.

05:06 AgentDerekSteel: Then.... my body stiffens, my lats surge, and I dig down all the way to the bottom of that well... it's dry, but like I did before, I just dig it a bit deeper. A determination hard as steel and unstoppable as the tide surges up through my belly. My arms start to tighten around your ribs and core. GONNA FUCKING TAKE THIS FUCKER OUT!

05:30 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I expect you to pull away... to turn, deflect... something to let me rotate into full guard, but you sit there so maybe I can-

05:30 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: And then your beefy arms close around me and stuff my movement, you pitch forward, and now I'm under 220lbs of hard, sweat drenched, hairy musclejock mercenary, my face pressed into your hot, sweaty, throbbing-hard manhood. The smell makes my cock pump.

05:30 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: You've still got me wrapped up and then I feel your arms locking down, flexing, your fists on the small of my back and my RAGE FUCKING SWELLS! You flexed your way outta my nelson... 'cause my hand is hurt. You muscled me down in a mercy lockup...' cause my leg is hurt. And now your hot hard body is laying on me and you think you're fucking stronger, more powerful, more alpha than me? You wanna fucking try to bearhug me? Bearhug ME?!

05:30 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I WILL FUCKING CRUSH YOU!!

05:30 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My military issue 25" muscle guns slam around your hard abs, my rock hard gut pressed against your hairy pecs... my grip locks up, my good hand clamping on the opposite wrist... no injury is gonna fucking save you now, son.

05:30 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I'm tired. Bleeding. Bruised. Aching. Naked. My face is buried in your manhood and my cock aches, driven to agonizing hardness by your scent, by your taste, by your dominant will.

05:30 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But I fucking have enough left to finish you!

05:30 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Forearms, biceps, abs, back, pecs, every muscle in my upper body flexes up and I FUCKING CRUSH DOWN ON YOU!

05:45 AgentDerekSteel: I begin to focus, breathing deep, the scent of your manhood, your cock in my face is driving me WILD. So much power, so much muscle, so much will, in this monster American beast. As I grind my arms into your ribs, as I flex my lats, striving to sink my bearhug in deep, groaning with effort to drive my ultra flexed biceps into your ribs to break your core, suddenly I gasp.

05:45 AgentDerekSteel: OH FUCK.

05:45 AgentDerekSteel: Your savagely thick arms snap around my back! I can actually feel the veins on your forearms digging into my tortured back as you grab your wrist. Oh shit... then... CRUSHHHHHHHH

05:45 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly your 25" guns, packed to overflowing with Grade A Uncle Sam Approved muscle, go hard as steel and the pressure comes and suddenly an enormous explosion of force batters my hairy, hard core. I let out a steam whistle of pure PAIN.

05:45 AgentDerekSteel: My battle-damaged abs start to buckle almost instantly under the force, but then with a ROAR, I stiffen every muscle in my body, and HOLD MY FLEX. Your arms crush in, my abs are GRINDING against your pecs. But those ridged, hairy abs hold the line of battle against your super soldier CRUSHHHH... Now it's time to see who the man is. Both of us trying to crush the other while trying to resist each other's crush. Alarm bells start going off all over my body as I'm digging deeper and deeper to find the strength to fight a war on two fronts. I scream then, and decide to open a third front. WILL DO WHATEVER THE FUCK IT TAKES TO BREAK THIS GODDAMN PIECE OF SHIT AMERICAN SOLDIER!

05:45 AgentDerekSteel: My hips suddenly flex, and thrust down, and I smash my cock and balls directly onto your face, my dick surfing your mouth, leaving a trail of pre across your lips, my hard, heavy balls mashed to either side of your nose as I press my hips down, doing my fucking best to simply goddamn SMOTHER your ass with my MANHOOD.

06:02 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Your body is ROCK SOLID in my grip, and I thrill as I squeeze you down and force a hoot of pain outta you. But then progress slows, my lats flaring wide as my huge biceps battle your abs... gruntin', flexin', muscle tryin' to flex down muscle...

06:02 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "...gaawwwd..." I groan, your own grip testing my battered body, flexin' for all I'm worth to stave off your monster flex... your hairy, hard, manly body wrapped around my bull Marine bod and somehow you're keepin' up, meetin' me flex for flex, JESUS...

06:02 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Then suddenly I'm fucking PUNCHED by your hard cock, and again, then your meat and hairy balls are everywhere, trying to smother me... FUCK THAT...

06:02 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I feel the rhythm of your breathing, laboring against my straining squeeze, I can feel your mouth right by my cock, I PUMP my grip, waiting for that moan of agony, hear it-

06:02 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I buck my hips and SLAM my thick 9" meat down your throat, bull balls deep, throwing my beefy left leg up and trapping your head, clamping down my huge hamstring pressed against the back of your skull to keep you stuck on my fat cock. Let's see you breathe now fucker and I dig deep and FLEX... GODDAMN, feels like my ribs are gonna pop, you're so damned strong!

06:02 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Then the sensations from being balls deep in your throat hits, the feel of your muscular throat involuntarily working my cock hits and I gasp-

06:27 AgentDerekSteel: I'm fighting now on three fronts, gasping to get breath into my body, needing oxygen to feed my muscles, to keep my core flexed against your awesome crush, jerking and gasping, little spurts of power rippling up and down my body, fighting to tighten my arms around you just a hairsbreadth more, that's all I'm asking for... JUST one fraction of an inch at a time. Then, suddenly your huge 25" battleship strong arms ripple with a sudden blast of strength, and I gasp, my offense faltering under the AWESOME muscle crush of your All American power.

06:27 AgentDerekSteel: SUDDENLY my mouth is stuffed with 9" of SOLID, MASSIVE AMERICAN SUPER SOLDIER MAN MEAT! Your big python slides right down my throat. Then another surge of your muscles, rippling up and down the entire length of your hard-assed tough as nails beefy build crushes in, and my ribs ... start to bend inwards. OH FUCK... My flex falters, some of my abs starting to buckle... I CAN'T FUCKING BREATHE!!! CAN'T BREATHE...

06:27 AgentDerekSteel: And next thing I know... your huge left leg is draped up over the back of my head, the corded strands of your mighty hamstrings smashing down on the back of my head, and UMFFFFFFFFFFFF.

06:27 AgentDerekSteel: My strength begins to fade... Your precum coats my tongue, filling my mouth with the salty, thick, 100% male taste of you. I start seeing spots in front of my eyes. I realize in disbelief that this is it... I'm a goner now... My throat relaxes, and your huge Super Soldier cock slides in deeper. I hear you gasp then.

06:27 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly, my inner beast ROARS in defiance. I thrust my hips down, and STUFF my 8" hard as steel, ramrod stiff dick all the way down your throat, blasting past your tonsils.

06:27 AgentDerekSteel: My tongue wrestles desperately with your huge dick, shoving it to the side, and I suck in a BLAST of air through my nose, forcing it by sheer stubborn will into my lungs, starting to breathe again. Every fucking breath I take is loaded with the scent of your sweaty balls. My balls churn as my cock drives deep into your throat, and the desire, the SHEER need to unload my seed into your guts starts screaming for attention. Now... there is a fourth front in this war. Discipline. The mark of a true Stud, a true fucking powerful Alpha man is the ability to control your cock. C'MON DEREK! BE THE MAN! OUTMUSCLE, OUTLAST, OUTTHINK, OUTFIGHT THIS MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT AMERICAN!

06:27 AgentDerekSteel: A new surge of power blasts through my body, and my arms crunch in suddenly, making up their lost progress and starting to fucking dent your core, bend in your ribs. My abs, nearing the point of collapse, suddenly HARDEN again, and push back against your 25" guns, protecting my ribs once more. C'MON YOU FUCKING SHITSTAIN OF AN AMERICAN! YOU WANNA FIGHT DEREK STEEL? LET'S FUCKING FIGHT BOY!

13:00 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Gagging, choking for air… your huge, hairy balls smothering my nose, fighting for every scrap of air I can pull past them through my nose when a gap opens, fighting for every scrap of air around your huge, throbbing, impossibly thick manhood, so fucking powerful and dominant and pumping precum into my throat that tastes like pure testosterone, and every scrap of air smells like you and tastes like you, powerful and dominant and strong! But I know you're down there, struggling with my BIGGER manhood, air tainted with MY dominance, and I AM more dominant, I AM stronger, I am A MARINE dammit and I AM THE STRONGER!! I can feel my tears hot and wet on my cheeks under your big muscle weight.

13:00 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I FLEX and creep my grip in, FLEX and creep my grip in, FLEX and creep my grip in but you're fucking iron, it's like bearhugging a statue, every hair's breadth of advance battled for savagely! My huge guns crushing against your abs, bruising on your hard body but slowly, agonizingly slowly crushing in...

13:00 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: And I can feel you, trying to crank down, your huge, strong arms flexing and flexing and FLEXING, squeezing in, creeping in, compressing but my abs are STEEL, you can't break 'em YOU CAN'T BREAK' EM, FLEXING MY ABS SO HARD! I WON'T BREAK! I HOWL with wordless rage around your huge dominant cock.

13:00 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Bucking up into your throat, my balls churning, your throat hot and spasmodic on my cock, everything comes down to air and flex and willpower and you're so fucking hot and dominant and powerful but you CAN'T break me and I WILL break you and I WON'T QUIT!!

13:31 AgentDerekSteel: The two of us are locked in combat, the ripple and surge of each other's muscles travelling up and down our muscled, hardened, elite bodies like electric shocks. My own veteran, battle-forged, combat-tested, thick, steel-corded muscle, used for criminal purposes, wanted by the major governments of most of the allied nations, the good 'ol US of A top of the list, trained and honed to the peak of what a human man can achieve. Your equally battle-forged, combat-tested, thick, concrete hard, bulked out, All-American, military-trained, probably-enhanced muscle, dedicated to fighting scum like me, determined, not an ounce of quit, the very idea of losing this contest an impossibility.

13:31 AgentDerekSteel: And yet... I won't give. NOT. A. FUCKING. GODDAMN. INCH to this American Soldier! NOT A FUCKING CENTIMETRE!! Don't know how I'm doing it. Don't care, call it pure stubbornness. Call it sheer ball power. Call it a will forged out of unbreakable steel. I WON'T QUIT. GONNA BREAK THIS UNBREAKABLE MAN! FUCKING GOING TO DO IT!!

13:31 AgentDerekSteel: Your SHEER power is like an aphrodisiac to me, your scent, your taste goes straight to my balls, and they surge with lust and the need to mark you, to unload their manly seed direct into your goddamn guts. But I WILL NOT CUM. I FUCKING WILL NOT. I AM MASTER Of MY MANHOOD, NOT SOME SHITSTAINED AMERICAN SOLDIER!

13:31 AgentDerekSteel: The sheer stubborn will keeps coming from somewhere. And I deliberately open my throat wider, and go in deeper on your big massive cock. It's huger than mine, but mine is superior. Mine answers only to ME. I drive down hard, in between the savagely grabbed breaths of air through my nose, deliberately driving your cock deeper down my throat, looking to overcome your will to resist my sheer masculine power.

13:31 AgentDerekSteel: FIRE surging through my veins, my body aching, every rib and ridge of my muscled abs, my obliques, my bones are trembling with the effort of keeping your mighty 25" battleship strong guns at bay. Can't. WON'T GIVE YOU A FUCKING HAIRS BREADTH MORE. My own biceps are tighter, harder, more veiny and pumped then they have ever been. My lats are flaring like the hood of a cobra, the muscle hard and unyielding. I'm thrusting my hips, popping them down, grunting with the effort of STABBING my cock like a sword as deep down your hot throat as I can, smashing my bull balls against your nose, doing everything in my power to disrupt your breath.

13:31 AgentDerekSteel: It's hard to notice at first... but I begin to feel it... My muscle crushing into your core, into those All American Soldier abs, those invulnerable, unbreakable obliques and ribs start to slowly cave, tiny little gains, but in this contest of muscle, will, breath, and flex every FUCKING hair's width is a major victory. Somehow, deep in my balls, despite the extreme exhaustion and pain wracking my body, the desperate gasp of each breath, I feel that this battle is approaching a turning point... BECAUSE... I WON'T QUIT. I WILL FUCKING BREAK YOUR AMERICAN MUSCLE!! I WILL FUCKING TAKE THE SUPER RIGHT OUT OF THIS SOLDIER AND LEAVE HIM SHATTERED! I'M GODDAMN DEREK STEEL AND I DON'T QUIT!

14:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Can't breathe, can't move, can't think, everything is heat and sweat and pressure and pain, nothing but flexing muscle and domination and willpower. Desperate for air, dying for air, but all there is is your huge, dominating manhood stretching my throat and filling it with precum, all there is are your heavy, pulsing balls in their hot fleshy sac smothering my nose. Gotta have air, muscle needs air, nothing any conditioning or training or gene therapy can do to change it.

14:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My mental conditioning rails against my ragged, air starved body, urging me to fight, can't quit WON'T QUIT and all there is is heat and sweat and pressure and pain and your dominant manhood. Your dominant manhood that starts pounding my throat, penetrating deeper, overcoming, demanding my throat but never pulling out enough for me to breathe.

14:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: FLEX and creep my grip in, FLEX and creep my grip in, FLEX and creep my grip in against your iron hard body, my huge biceps, my hard earned pride and joy biceps, on fire, bruised against your flex, breaking against your flex, I am the stronger I AM the stronger I AM THE FUCKING STRONGER! FLEX and creep my grip in and is my grip in the same place? FLEX and creep my grip in and now it feels wider? FLEX and creep my grip in and you're so fucking powerful and iron hard and I AM THE STRONGER!!

14:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Suddenly my balls spasm, my cock engulfed deeper, owned by your throat, I try to gasp but your cock owns my throat too and I just suck more precum and alpha musk. Balls churning, instinct makes me fight to hold my load I won't give it to you I won't I WON'T QUIT!

14:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Feeling your arms flexing my abs down, my invulnerable abs, my heroic body flexing against you, my heroic body is STRONGER, bruised, out of fuel and turning to mush against your dominant biceps as they crush in and outflex me, crush in and outflex me, you're outflexing me outflexing me but I'm stronger I AM THE STRONGER PLEASE PLEEEEEEAAAASSSE I AM THE STRONGER PLLLEEEEEAAAAAASEEEEE!!!

14:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: CRACK!!!

14:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Pain is pleasure as the ragged remnants of my endocrine system pump endorphins, my big leg falls off your head as I buck up and my balls ERUPT down your throat, firing more than a full pint of hot, thick, beefy Marine seed into your guts.

14:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My defeated arms keep spasming against your invulnerable body, trying to flex... blood pounding in my ears... everything's getting farther away...

14:24 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: won't quit... I'm... strong... I'm.... won't...

15:29 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly, like a small crack in a dam that grows into a massive breach, my flexed to the max, battleship strong biceps and arms SURGE inwards with a blast of power, ripping into your core, bending your ribs in. My cock ACHES with the need to shoot, the clear dominance I've been fighting like a demon to achieve the entire battle finally arriving. This is the point of greatest danger for me.... the aching need to display my PURE dominance by erupting in your mouth is at its peak. Discipline. DEREK. Discipline. DEREK. Discipline. I WILL NOT CUM. NO MATTER HOW MUCH THIS BIG BALLED BIG MUSCLED BIG DICKED TOUGHEST, STRONGEST MAN I'VE EVER FACED, AMERICAN CALLS TO MY SEED. I WILL NOT CUM. HE DOES NOT OWN MY DICK. I OWN HIS.

15:29 AgentDerekSteel: I SCREAM then, a primal scream of pure power, pure muscle, sheer and total dominance, scream from back in my throat, the vibrations of the scream massaging your cock, the sound loud enough for the whimpering warlord in the corner to hear.

15:29 AgentDerekSteel: Then you buck, you shudder, you writhe beneath my all-consuming utter manliness. The power unleashed by the scream is beyond incredible. I've never managed a feat of sheer strength like it before in my career. My hard muscled arms and lats EXPLODE, CONTRACT.

15:29 AgentDerekSteel: CRACKKKKKKk!!!!

15:29 AgentDerekSteel: The sound of your ribs breaking echoes off the walls of the office, the whimpering warlord looks on in utter awe and fear at the sheer power.

15:29 AgentDerekSteel: You shudder and erupt, your load suddenly POURING down my throat. MY LOAD. MY SEED. RAPED FROM YOUR NUTS by MY superior power, my SUPERIOR will. I swallow it all, claiming it. OWNING your power, your strength. IT'S FUCKING MINE.

15:29 AgentDerekSteel: I feel you shudder as I grind in suddenly without opposition into your core, your flex utterly collapses, your core is savagely wrecked, your ribs broken, I compress your once mighty concrete hard core till it shatters into sand, unloading brutal domination and destruction into the very centre of your physical power.

15:29 AgentDerekSteel: I release you then, my arms unwinding. My mouth lifting up off your rapidly deflating dick, pushing up over you, standing tall as I work my way to my feet, my cock like a steel flagpole, raising the flag of the Mercenary Derek Steel over his defeated foe, the All American Hero. Outflexed. Outfought. Outlasted. Outmuscled. Crushed. Knocked out cold.

15:29 AgentDerekSteel: I stagger over to my tactical belt and grab my heavy duty cuffs off the belt. I stagger back to you, my nuts still wanting release, but my iron discipline reigning them in. First things first. I draw back my foot, and kick you like the bastard I am deep in your broken ribs, knocking you over onto your stomach, savouring the twitching convulsing remains of the mighty American warrior.

15:29 AgentDerekSteel: I straddle your back, and rip your massive 25" guns behind your back, your right and your left. I take out my cuffs, and lock them over your wrists, SNAPPPP.

15:29 AgentDerekSteel: I stand up and kick you back over onto your back. I throw your limp legs over my shoulders, then roll you up into a tight ball, bending you over double till your feet are dangling to either side of your battered face. I roar then, a sound that echoes through the mansion, bringing guards running through the rubble of the fight, the door bursts open, and a gaggle of guards stumble in, in utter shock at the scene, as I simply plunge my dripping cock deep up your ass, to the hilt, the only lube your spit and my pre. I roar again as my balls contract, and rope after rope of my thick, hot seed blasts into your ass, and keeps coming and coming. So fucking much that when I pull my cock out of your beaten ass with a loud POP, dribbles of my seed start leaking out. I let you fall, suddenly overcome with exhaustion. I look at the guards who are stunned speechless. I stand up, and suddenly every single ache and pain from our fight hammers home to my head, and I stumble, nearly collapsing from sheer exhaustion. My second in command rushes forward to catch my elbow. I force out, "Prepare that piece of shit for transport back to our compound. Someone get me some aspirin. And some goddamn vodka. And maybe a fucking medic."

Published: 2020-06-16, viewed 120 times.