In the Line of Fire

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The first thing I feel as I wake up is surprise... mostly, because I'm wakin' up. I don't recall winnin'.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Sensations my body was already processin' before the first coherent thoughts started comin' together begin to march across my attention... I'm laying flat on my back, cool, dry air on my face, chest, the front of my legs... cold hardness across my broad back, the backs of my legs and arms. I'm splayed out on somethin', maybe a metal table. And not just laying, broad bands of more cold hardness wrap my wrists, ankles, and hips. Metal restraints.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Yeah, definitely didn't win.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Most of it is crystal clear: the mission, infiltration, going loud, taking on and dropping merc after dirtbag merc, tough guys all of 'em... then that last one. Boss merc, I'm guessin'. The big, hairy, hot one. Strong as an ox and twice as tough, he tried goin' toe to toe with me... endin' up buck naked, tangled up... gettin' crushed out by his muscle, ribs busted... gettin' choked by his huge cock...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Even as I feel my manhood stirrin' up as I recall the bastard's feel, scent, and taste, shame wells up in me. I got beat, plum overpowered and out-manfulled.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But searin' hot rage runs right up behind it and floods out the shame. I cut through twenty well trained guys like a wreckin' ball, and beat boss merc silly before my tore up body gave out. I'd like to see that piece of trash try to go toe to toe with me when I'm fresh.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Speakin' of... while my thoughts have been taking a crappy walk down memory lane, my body's been checking in with itself. I feel great, if pretty stiff. Can't feel the cuts and bruises at all and my ribs... experimentally, I take a deep breath. Yeah, they're fully healed or so near I can't feel the difference. So, three weeks. Three weeks they've had me, and apparently I've been out that whole time.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: So… why? Why not just finish me off? Why go to all this trouble? I mean… I'd much rather be alive an' kickin', but there ain't really any answer to that question that bodes well… ain't gonna find out much more without takin' some steps. I open my eyes.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Not real surprised to find myself alone, or at least there's nobody in the half of the room that's in my field of view. For sure I'd have heard somebody this close to me, the room ain't that big. It's painted plain white, clean... I'm on some kind of metal x-frame table, like what ya might find in somebody's sex dungeon, only heavy duty. No windows I can see.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: There is what looks like some medical monitoring equipment in one corner and a camera on the ceiling. The door must be behind me.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I look up at the camera. "Well?"

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I was in the gym, sparring with Ivan, when I got the word. Shirtless, the hair on my chest was matted with sweat from my exertions. A former Spetsnaz, Ivan Usov was a big, brutal motherfucker, and when we sparred there was only one speed: balls to the wall. The large gym was busy this time of day, but my men made sure to give me and Ivan a wide berth. My aide managed to get my attention, and I seperated from Ivan.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: He approached, respectfully, "He woke up about five minutes ago." I nod. The medicos thought he was going to wake up any time now, but they weren't certain. According to their report, his metabolism was definitely not quite normal. They were still trying to understand how the hell he could heal from his injuries in only three weeks.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: My initial suspicions that he was one of those new American super soldiers were likely true. But he was now MY American super soldier, and I was going to fucking crack him open like a nut and fuck him from the inside out and the outside in, super soldier or no.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I started grinning. I was looking forward to this.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I entered the torture chamber that I'd ordered specially prepared just for our American soldier boy. I could see the back of him now, his massively muscled body restrained with steel. Fuck. His back looked amazing. I walked slowly towards him from behind, my eyes tracing the contours of the muscle spilling out over the edge of the X frame. He could hear me, but he couldn't see me. Not yet anyways.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I slowly walk over to his side, then casually enter his field of view. I'm shirtless, wearing boots and black jeans, but nothing else. My eyes take in my captive from his toes all the way up his quadzilla thighs, lingering on that massive piece of man meat, remembering the taste of his seed from our final battle where he lost control of his own manhood in my mouth. Mmmmmm.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I linger on his core, admiring the thick, concrete hardness of that incredible column of muscle, remembering with fondness the feel of it finally giving way before my power, crushed and shattered. My gaze traveling up to his broad chest, those massive steel plated pecs hanging off him like two armour plates, then off to each side, the huge shoulders and biceps stretched out across the frame, battle forged and strong as cannons. Then my gaze meets his eyes, and I stare into him, driving into him. Speaking finally. "Did you enjoy your little nap, fucker? I hope you feel recovered from our little encounter, because I plan on fucking you up all over again. You see soldier, I've heard all kinds of rumours about some new kind of American Super Soldier being deployed. I wanted to see if the rumours were true, so I set myself up as that pissant Warlord's security detail in order to catch one. Looks like mission success. Now, I'm going to take you apart, muscle by muscle, and see what makes you tick. Along the way, we are going to have some interesting conversations. How about we get things started? Why don't you tell me your name, rank, and branch of service? " I start smashing one fist into the palm of my hand while my eyes hold my prisoner's gaze with an intense fierce stare.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The minutes tick by... I spend them checking in with my body more, flexing muscle as much as I can, tensing and releasing, isometrically warmin' up... I'm stiff, but not near as much as I'd expect. My enhanced metabolism keeps me safer than your average musclejock from atrophy, thanks Hero, but still... they must've done something to keep me stimulated while I was under.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I hear the door open, finally, feel someone enter the room. No surprise who it is. He makes a big show of sizing me up... yeah, get a good look you shitstain, I'm gonna pick you up and break you on this rock solid tower of muscle.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Then, he starts yappin'.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Tryin' to rile me, obviously... so obviously, I don't even need to call on any skills or conditioning. Ain't much chance we're but gettin' started, but still... this is fuckin' amateur hour.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Still... there's always "supersoldier" rumor going... mostly it's just bullcrap, and of the few legit projects that have existed most have been dismal failures. Not 'cause science can't make a man stronger, faster, or whatnot... but because ya usually turn' em into a useless animal in the process, assuming you're lookin' to do more than roid 'em up a bit.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: So, maybe this fella got his hands on legit intel, maybe he's just workin' on rumor... the big question is why he'd think stakin' that jerkoff out would-

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I laugh. Can't help it. Mat, ya asshole, ya owe me a beer. That little fella was so good at his job they think a freakin' supersoldier came through. I ain't sure what irony actually is, but I wanna say it's this.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: About this time Scruffy McMerc has reached the end of his little speech so I roll my eyes at him, then close 'em, lay back and relax. The very picture of not takin' him seriously. Of course I can hear and feel him... the steps, the air moving... he tries to come at me, I'll have plenty of time to get ready... which, in my current predicament, don't amount to much more than flexin' the bejeezus outta my iron hard body so I'm ready to take the hit.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I can tell even before I finish talking that this soldier is cool as a cucumber. He even laughs midway through my little speech.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: When he rolls his eyes at me I smile inwardly. He'd completely ignored my question, but I hadn't expected him to answer.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: This was going to be every bit as fun as I'd hoped. He was tough. As tough as they come. Breaking him was not going to be easy or fast. It would be a long, hard process. And that made me very, very happy.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I kept my gaze completely neutral, as I slowly walked over to the side of the frame. I reached down and unlocked the gimbal, then slowly swung the entire frame until my captive was vertical. I locked the gimbal, and strode around in front of the muscled piece of American meat. I'd considered my approach with him carefully. I'd gotten his measure in our fight.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: He was a primal animal. His identity, his confidence, his self-image was inextricably intertwined with his physicality. He drew the strength of his character from the strength of his body. It was indeed a magnificent body, I'll grant him that. My judgement was based on the end of our fight... When he realized that I had overpowered him, outmuscled him, outfought him, he'd lost control. He'd cracked. He'd shot his load, lost his self-discipline. In short, he'd cracked. That was the key to the lock to get into this super soldier's head, to break him. I needed to shatter his own belief in his physical superiority as a man, as a fighter, as a soldier. I would start by simply destroying his muscles, one by one. That wouldn't be enough, not nearly, but it would be the repetition that would be key with this soldier. The continual reinforcement of the idea that he wasn't invincible, that his body could be overpowered and broken. Over and over and over.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: But eventually, I'd have to prove to him that I was tougher, stronger, better. I'd have to put my own body on the line against his. I'd need to test myself against him again. I'd be ready for it. I'd have to prepare. Push myself harder. Train more. Lift heavier. I'd need to be at my absolute peak, then push myself further. I was up for the challenge.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: But, before I start fucking him up, my medicos needed to be able to learn more about his incredible metabolism, how it functioned, what were its limits.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I walked over to the corner, and grabbed the trolley containing the medical monitoring equipment. I pushed it over behind the soldier and his X-Frame. I took out a metal probe, with an alligator clip, and casually clipped it to the soldier's right ear lobe. I crimped it hard in place, drawing a small bead of blood. I flipped a switch on the device, and it turned on. As my medicos had requested, I carefully collected the drop of blood beading on his ear lobe with a small sample strip and popped it into the sample receptacle. After I was finished with my 'session', I'd provide another drop of blood. As they'd explained to me, they wanted to compare his blood chemistry at rest, and under stress to see if they could gain insight into his metabolism. I was happy to provide the stress. In addition, the clip on his ear would monitor changes in his heart rate and other vitals.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Now it was time to start at the beginning. This fucking handsome piece of American meat was top notch, and he was ready to flex those mountains of muscles at a moments notice. So ... let's start off as I mean to begin. Keep him off balance, then strike.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I walked around to the front of the prisoner, then I locked my eyes on his face, the handsome soldier's own eyes were closed, but I was betting they weren't going to stay that way. Then, with a sadistic grin, I suddenly kicked the handsome soldier brutally and savagely, right in his fucking low, hanging hairy balls with my steel-toed combat boot. I'm counting on that shock to let me get in a few hits before he can flex, just to keep him off balance, and make him realize I'm not fucking around.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: With a grunt, I twist from my hips, my core flexes, and I drive my fist directly into the big, beautiful, bastard's thick muscled left pec, twisting the punch at the very last second to drive the maximum force into his muscle, just as if I were breaking a stack of bricks or planks. Almost immediately, my hips snap back, and I drive my left fist with the same power and technique into his right pec. I was planning on softening up this fucker's thick, steel plated pecs, then I'd try my damned best to claw those massive mounds of muscle right off his chest. Wasn't going to be easy. I'd felt the thickness and power of that battle-forged muscle, and I knew my work was cut out for me. But I'm the best. I'm better than him. I was gonna prove it to him. I'm fucking Derek Steel.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My eyes were closed, but I could hear Scruffy walkin' around the room, feel how he stirred the still air in the small space... first, to me, and I readied myself to take a hit... instead I feel myself tilting up. So, ain't just a table, they got themselves a proper kink dungeon torture rack. Then he moves behind me... hear that cart rollin'... a little pinch on my ear as the doodads behind me start beeping softly. He moves again, this time in front of me... his stance shifts... yeah, now we're getting started...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "HRRRK!" I can't help a savage, throaty grunt as my balls get racked HARD, but I choke down the yelp that tries to blast outta me, and I FORCE my eyes to stay closed. Half a heartbeat later.... aaahhhhhh, yeeeaahhhh..... that's the stuff! Endorphins and seratonin FLOOD my system, riding just behind the wave of pain and while it still hurts it HURTS SO GOOD.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: FUCK!! I smash my fists into the prisoner's meaty pecs, and I have to hold back a grunt of pain with each strike. My fists ache slightly after driving a series of my most powerful blows into his chest. Those massive muscles are steel hard, unyielding, battle hardened.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Hmmmm... This is one mother fucking strong super soldier. Time to change tactics. I bring my hands together, intertwine my fingers, stretching them out, breath in deep, then carefully cover the thick, meaty expanse of each pec. I probe with my fingers, instinctively seeking out the weak points, the sensitive areas, my thumbs getting dug in beneath the pec shelf. Then, I start to compress my grip, my forearms turning hard as stone, the veins popping out as my muscles flex and ripple with power.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I've kept my body flexed and ready this whole time so when Scruffy's big fists hammer my pecs they take the blows with deep meaty THUMPS and don't give an inch, he may as well be punchin' steel. He throws a few blows in, then switches up... his fingers grip against that muscle, trying to sink in like steel spikes.... I decide to have some fun of my own, and slowly let that flex go... as the fingers sink in, the pain starts, but it HURTS SO GOOD…

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Slowly, gradually I feel the flex start to give. That's right soldier. Time to feel some real fucking power now! Gritting my teeth, sucking in some wind, shoulders and arms rippling with another blast of muscle, I sink my fingers in, feeling those awesome American muscles begin to give, bit by bit beneath my claw. Driving them in hard as I can, my fingers beginning to sink deep into the thick muscle. FUCK YEAH. Gonna fucking rip these muscles right off this bastard! Super soldier? Fuck that!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: As his grips sink DEEP in my pecs, the pain gets intense but my body turns it all to pleasure... as I feel the bruises start I can't help it, I cut loose a low, rumblin' moan, my little Marine starting to thicken and stiffen.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Then, finally, I open my eyes, stare Scruffy down, and start to FLEX... my thick pec meat swells and pushes against his grip... thickenin', hardenin' in time with my dick...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My pride and joy pecs PUSH OUT against those steel spike fingers... it's slow, agonizing... a grunt of effort gets pulled from my gut.. but I'm freakin' doin' it! I'm FLEXING this bastard's grip open with my huge pecs!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: As my massive pecs reach a perfect, granite hard, undented flex against Scruffy's powerful grip my little Marine is standing at a full 9" of equally granite hard attention. I give the merc a wicked grin.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: My fingers are sinking deeper and deeper into my prisoner's awesome pecs, driving in like spikes, gonna fucking rip them right off. He lets out a little moan of what sounds like pleasure. I grin, and look down between his legs, his exposed cock thickening and stiffening, coming to attention.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: My hard, hairy muscle is flexed tight, power rippling through my frame, focused on driving my fingers in deeper. Suddenly though, my clawed hands, my fingers begin encountering resistance. What the fuck?

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I look up, just as the American opens his eyes and stares right back at me. I take the chance to go deep into this soldier's eyes. I can see the expression on his face morph into extreme concentration as he gathers his muscle power and begins flexing his incredible pecs. I redouble my efforts, digging deep into my core, summoning more power, my arms starting to tremble, but inexorably this amazing super soldier flexes his pecs, the strands and cords of muscle in his armoured chest forcing my fingers back. No matter how hard I try to tighten my claw, this cocky fucking piece of shit muscles me out, driving me back as if I were some kind of defeated invasion force.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Unbelievable power in this soldier. So much fucking power. My dick goes rock hard. I let out a small grunt. Then his face breaks out into a wicked grin. A surge of power ripples from my nuts. And as this American grins at me, I grin back. Not frustrated or angry at his resistance, but savoring it. For just a second, just the briefest second, I'm staring into a man after my own heart. For just a small window, I can see myself fighting back to back with this piece of soldier meat. Then it passes, and I step back, still not saying a word.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I realize my chest is heaving, sweat is dripping down my face, and my chest hair is wet, and matted from the sweat and exertion. I stretch my fingers out.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I fall into a battle stance, and I let myself envision this massive American soldier as a heavy bag. Then, I take a deep breathe, and all fucking hell is unleashed on this unyielding piece of American super soldier beef.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: With a savage roar of power, I pivot on my right foot, snapping my left foot up, the heavy steel-plated toe of my combat boot brutally impacting the side of my prisoner's right pec.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: With precision and blinding speed, my boot snaps back into place, and my left hand smashes forward, driving from the shoulder in a lighting fast, thunder hard jab directly in the middle of the thick steel plated muscle.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Almost instantly, my right hand spears forward, my core solid as concrete, twisting from my hips, driving that fist deep into the middle of the American's left pec, right over his heart, seeking to smash that armored muscle with sheer savage brutality.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: That blow flows into the next seamlessly, as I pivot on my left foot, smashing my right boot up like a thunderbolt into the side of the prisoner's left hand pec with a right roundhouse.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: The X frame is securely bolted to the floor, but even so, each blow is causing the entire structure to vibrate, creaking and shaking from the power behind the blows.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I finish off my initial combo by leaning back on my rear left foot, chambering my right leg, then extending it with a full force side kick driving the heel and toe of my boot right into the middle of those thick, beefy plates of muscle on the American super soldier's chest like an armour-piercing missile. The entire frame shakes violently from the impact.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I can feel my hard dick dripping as Scruffy gives up his grip and stretches out his fingers... yeah, buddy, who's strong now? But, sad to say, he doesn't look unnerved... if anything, he just looks turned on.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The next thing I know, my powerfully flexed right pec is getting NAILED; I can't help cryin' out as the kick lands... those are some heavy boots, freakin' steel-toed is my guess... I dig into my will and my flex holds, but I'm gonna be right bruised...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: His whole flurry only lasts a couple heartbeats, but it's a savage battle of muscle and will and power as his steel plated kicks hammer their way across my huge chest, pounding away at my thick muscle, driving a grunting yelp outta me each time, bruises already rising... each blow is a dang HAMMER but my flex HOLDS STRONG!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Finally, he smashes the sole of his boot square into my chest... feels like my lungs are gonna freakin' collapse... my flex finally breaks...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I can feel sweat pourin' off me as my head hangs, suckin' wind... man, I can feel those deep, deep bruises.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I lift my head, give him the most animal, savage grin I can muster and FLEX MY PECS BACK INTO GRANITE!

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: My boot finishes smashing into the prisoner's armour-plated battle-tested pecs with an explosive BOOOM. I stand in front of him, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my face. I felt that final blow actually sink into the muscle, breaking that incredible flex of his. I'm astounded at the sheer power in this soldier's muscle... Fuck... all that effort just to break his flex. We truly are only getting started.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: He's breathing hard, and dripping as much sweat as I am. I can see the discoloration all over those monster muscled pecs. Then, he lifts his head and I stare straight into his eyes. He grins and flexes those battle-damaged pecs right back into full hardness.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: My expression doesn't change. I flex my hands, feeling my fingers. The strength has returned, and I'm ready for another round. I consider using electricity on him, but not yet... Somehow, for now, I want to keep this muscle vs. muscle. Something primal about it, somehow necessary, the most direct path to crack inside the soldier's psychological armour is right through his muscle with my own. I trust my instincts.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I keep my gaze cold as ice, flexing my core and letting this soldier see my power and confidence, undeterred by the level of his own resistance or strength. I nod once, then opening my hands, re-apply my double pec claw on those armour plates.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: My fingers seek out the centre of the spreading bruises, honing in on the most damaged locations like heat-seeking, armour piercing missiles. Going in from the side this time, my four fingers digging in like steel spikes into the bruised muscle mass, testing, probing the muscles where my steel-toed boots smashed deep into the lateral mass of those huge pecs.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: My body, my senses, my instincts all fall into alignment with my prisoner, feeling his heartbeat, matching his breathing, seeking the slight tells, the feedback that lets me know I've found the most tender, most sensitive parts of the damaged area of his awesome, steel flexed pecs. When I find the areas, I grin and pin this American bastard with my eyes, and stab the fingers in, my thumbs driving into the middle of his pecs, in the centre of the two big bruises spreading out from the fists and final front kick, anchoring my claw, while my fingers look to drill into the battle-damaged lateral mass of those monster muscles.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: My forearms burst into full relief, veins popping out, tendons straining, my biceps and delts exploding with muscle. My core is tight as a steel drum, vibrating with strength, my muscles rippling with power as I seek to deliver maximum destruction to those amazing slabs of muscle on my captive American Super Soldier.

22:45 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Dangit... Scruffy don't flinch after I stand up to him... I know what's comin' next...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Sure 'nuff, his big hands sink back into my hard flexed muscle... aaaawwwwwww, DANGIT! It HURTS, but I hold his eyes and I FLEX for all I'm worth, makin him fight for every hair's breadth he gets to sink that grip in...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My body, right on cue, cuts loose the endorphins and seratonin... all of a sudden that pain is also pleasure and I GROOOAAANNNN and feel my big thick cock pump hard and push precum... my pec flex lets go and his grip sinks DEEP...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "... harder... bro... come on, my balls are barely tingling...."

10:58 AgentDerekSteel: My fingers seem to make some headway against those incredible slabs of armored muscle hanging off my prisoner's chest at first, then I feel the American Marine's flex stymies me. FUCK. The sheer power of this super soldier is incredible. He's one tough SOB, and he's not going to give so much as inch without fighting every step of the way. My kind of man.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Suddenly it's like trying to pierce granite. He holds my eyes, the two of us exchanging gazes, locked onto one another. I catch the moment when an unexpected change comes over his expression. Like all of sudden the pain has turned to pleasure. I wonder for a brief moment if that is part of his super soldier enhancement. I could instantly see the value of such a reaction. But I had no time to speculate further. The over-muscled American suddenly loses ... or does he let go of.. that flex on his rock-solid pecs.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: My own forearms and biceps are pumped and rippling with power, and as the soldier removes his resistance, my thick fingers stab DEEP into the bruises along the side of his pecs, and my thumbs start to sink into the centre mass of that armored chest.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Then he taunts me, begging for more, mentioning his balls. I glance down and sure enough, his massive manhood is standing to attention at full mast, dripping precum. Fuck me... he's ENJOYING this. Well, let's see how LONG he enjoys it. The analysis of his pre and post blood chemistry was going to be interesting.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: My gaze never falters, as I tighten my core, brace my boots, and with a grunt of effort, send a ripple of power up through my ramrod straight, solid steel muscle, converting that power into a massive surge of strength, driving my fingers and thumbs deep into the bruised muscle. Sweat dripping down my brow from the effort.

15:44 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "ooooohhhhhh yyyeaaahhhhh....." I'm moanin', gruntin' like a hungry man gettin' his first bite in days. He doubles down, finds more flex to give, his thick fingers crushin' deep into my bruised up pecs... holy crap, what a grip!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: This shit hurts, no mistake... hurts more than feels good, now, if I'm honest... but I ain't lettin' this asshole know that. I muster my best charmin' grin, my man meat surgin', and wink at him again. "I think... you're gonna... have to come up with... a new plan... bro."

05:16 AgentDerekSteel: I control my breathing carefully, taking in deep powerful breaths, forcing the oxygen to keep flowing. I centre myself, right in the pit of my core. I flex it hard and tight, each ridge turning into a cable of unbreakable muscle, pulsing with power, sending that power up my body down to my legs in ripples and surges.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: My heavy boots are planted on the floor of the torture chamber, In a slightly staggered stance, braced and tensed, using my legs to drive my body into the captive soldier. My whole body strains with effort, especially my shoulders, arms, and hands. I can feel the burn to start to build up.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Pain is to be endured. Discomfort and fatigue are the fuel to my fire. This fucking bastard killed nearly 20 of my men. He is going to pay. The bill is huge.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: He moans at me in pleasure, then gets snarky with some comment about me needing a new plan. A small hot, seed of rage ignites in my guts. I don't let the rage disrupt my flow, but I feed off it instead. My eyes flash and I grin right back at this tough piece of American super soldier beef. "FUCK YOU SOLDIER!" I smash my head forward, crunching my forehead right into this handsome bastard's nose, coinciding that headbutt with a huge surge of power, driving my fingers into the lateral mass of his incredible pecs, driving my thumbs down into the bruised centre mass of his pec shelf with everything I got.

19:37 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I gotta give it to this fella, he's committed... and sooner or later this is gonna start to hurt bad.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Won't matter, I ain't gonna tell him squat. In many ways, I can't... but it ain't all conditioning and mental programmin' in here, most of me is just good ol' stubborn farm-raised tough stud, an' I ain't about to give him the satisfaction. Still, it'd be a whole lot more fun if I could get him to change gears and give my pecs a break.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: As his grip sinks deeper and the bruises get more painful, I'm thinkin' about how to goad him next... then, fast as greased lightnin', my thoughts are blown away in buzzing pain and bright lights as he cracks home a headbutt!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Can't help it, I bawl out in pain, the hurt too fast an' sharp for my endocrine system to get a surge of the happy juices flowin'. Of course he CRANKS his grip in, SINKIN' deep, CRUSHIN' my huge thick pecs down... "aaaaWWWWWHHHHH!" DAMMIT, that shit HURTS!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Ain't sure if my nose is broke, but it's dang sure bleedin', I can feel my blood drippin' hot on my chest.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: FUCK THIS GUY. I dig deep and FLEX my pecs, time to show him who's boss! It's freakin' AGONY to flex at all, let alone against his steel grip, but I grit my teeth and FIGHT, my pecs giving everythin' they got as I grimace at this dirtbag merc!!

14:45 AgentDerekSteel: My entire body is taut, tight, and focused. My muscles are burning like liquid fire, protesting against the demands I'm placing on them. After headbutting the tough-as-nails American-strong soldier, my eyes follow the trail of blood dripping down between his massive plates of muscle.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I lean my head against his, forehead to forehead, eye to eye. Projecting dominance, intimidation, steel hard iron resolve, fierce and unyielding through my gaze, driving into his baby blue eyes. Suddenly, I feel a ripple passing through this hunk of muscle. I can feel the vibrations as his teeth grind together, feel the tension and intensity building in that amazing physique.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: So. He's not done yet. Then, those battleship strong chest muscles rally, and the driving, ripping, tearing progress of my sword-like fingers that had been charging deep into enemy territory suddenly hit a hard stop, as I those massive pecs somehow managed to flex, rippling with super soldier power, to yet again halt my advance.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: A surge of frustration wells up inside me, and for a brief moment I want to scream in rage. What the FUCK is it going to take to break down this incredible beast's power? I falter for a brief moment, then my own unyielding determination snaps front and centre. DEREK STEEL, I yell at myself in my head, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FUCKING BACK DOWN. NOT ONE INCH. YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING SMASH HIS FLEX AND RIP THAT GODDAMN ARMOUR RIGHT OFF HIS CHEST. YOU ARE GOING TO FUCK NOT ONLY HIS MUSCLE, BUT HIS MANHOOD. HIS CONFIDENCE. HIS VERY FUCKING IDENTITY.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I suddenly ROAR right in my captive's face. "COME ON SOLDIER!! IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN FUCKING DO?? YOU WEAK ASS EXCUSE FOR A SHITSTAIN OF A SOLDIER!! YOU CAN'T FUCKING OUT MUSCLE ME!" Every muscle I have is burning, but as I roar in his face, that incredible determination sends forth a second wind somehow, and a raw eruption of sheer alpha male power radiates through my burning muscle. With primal roars of defiance and dominance, my hands trembling, my fingers feeling like they are gonna snap off, I FORCE THEM IN.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: That amazing flex suddenly falters, and for what seems like a long, long age, we are battling against each other. Then, just like the bearhug back in Chechyna, slowly at first, by what seems a mere fraction, my fingers start to advance again. The retreat is not only halted, but reversed. I'm looking right into those baby blue eyes.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Staring right into the heart and soul of that strong, All-American, determined, never-say-quit battle-forged determination and pride. Staring right into it at the very moment when the slow retreat becomes a rout, and with a savage burst of power, my fingers drill so deep into the lateral mass of those might pecs, I can practically feel the muscle fibres ripping, my fingers sunk in past the knuckle, the powerful armour pierced and battle-damaged, those proud pecs on the verge of total annhiliation.

18:04 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: It hurts like a sonofabitch but I do it, I stop this asshole's grip DEAD. My slabs are hurtin' somethin' awful, but I'm gonna push this strong man's grip right outta my pecs!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But then, screamin' in my face, pressin' right up into me, I feel his grip POWER UP! I grit my teeth and stare right back, teeth bared, fightin' him flex for flex... SWEET JESUS, help me this hurts so deep but I ain't givin' in!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But... I can feel it... his grip gettin' deeper... NO!! No way, you FLEX, Marine... you freakin' FLEX HARD and FORCE HIM OUT! YOU MAKE HIM SUBMIT TO YOUR PECS!! Sweat pourin' off me, eyes locked and full of the rage and determination I'm feelin'... flex, FLEX!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But... it's no use... can't... can't stop him... no... FLEX, MARINE, FFFLLLLEEEEXXXXX!! NO!!!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I suddenly realize I'm hearin' a bellow, a howl of rage and pain and after a bit I realize it's me, pecs still tryin' to flex but unable to resist his savage grip, feelin' like their gonna get ripped right off my body, screamin' in his face... only my eyes still resist, refusing to yield.

13:17 AgentDerekSteel: My eyes are flashing pure fire, dominance and triumph. My muscles are right on the verge of total failure though, the demands I'm making on them are unreal. My whole body starts trembling savagely, the burning fatigue reaching the point where I can't ignore it for much longer. But I'm not done yet. Not fucking yet.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I stare right into my captive soldier's eyes, even as he starts to howl in rage and pain, my fingers sinking in deeper. He still resists, and that makes me very, very happy. My fingers are well latched in, penetrating deep under the lateral pec shelf, my thumb stabbed into the centre mass of each power-packed muscle-armoured pec. I yank backwards suddenly, throwing every remaining ounce of strength I have into the motion.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: There is a visceral RIPPPPPPPPP as the thickly corded muscle partially tears; the American super soldier's muscle fibres abused and savaged beyond their ability to endure. When I step back and finally let go, the massive muscles are turning purple all over, and they are hanging and deflated at strange and bizarre angles, testimony of the final assault that partially tore the mighty plates of armoured muscle loose. My own arms, fingers, tendons are screaming in brutal agony, throbbing with exhaustion, fatigue, extreme strain.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I yell right in the soldier's face, still not breaking my gaze, "C'MON SHITSTAIN!! FLEX YOUR PECS NOW!!"

23:20 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: It's fuckin' agony, his grip, but I ain't gonna flinch... watchin' the sweat pour off him, watchin' the twitch of his thick forearms as the lactic buildup from constant max flex burns him... I'm gonna do it I'm gonna demoralize and outlast this shitbag, I'm gonna...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH!!" The scream ripped outta my gut as he FUCKING TEARS my pecs loose is the most godawful sound I ever heard or made... my juiced up endocrine system pumps massive amounts of the good stuff into me... so much my rock hard cock THROBS huge and impossibly harder and purple and SPOUTS precum like most guys look shooting their load...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But it don't matter against the pain, THE PAIN, holy FUCK THIS HURTS! "AAAAUUGGHHHH! ...fff-... fuck... you... AAAAAAWWWW!!" For the first time, I can FEEL the mental conditioning kicking in... my body getting ready to FORBID me from divulging, because for the first time ever, for one moment, I want to say anything that'll make the hurt stop.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: FUCKING PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MARINE!! The damage is done... it'll be a couple days before the attachments heal, a week or so before they're anywhere near good enough to call on... probably three or four weeks before they're back to full health, plus strength rehab time.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But they'll heal. This sadistic fucker ain't ANYWHERE NEAR the man you are, and you ain't GIVING HIM SHIT.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But... gotta get him to back off, at least for a bit... FUCK THIS HURTS.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "...who.. AAAUUGGHHH! ... w-w-who the... fuck are... you?"

09:26 AgentDerekSteel: I step back, after yelling in the American's pain-wracked face. My eyes travel up and down his body, and I look down, noticing a wet spot on my trousers, and that soldier's dick at full mast, a long liquid string of pre trailing away from it. GODDAMN. That is pretty fucked up. My eyes narrowed. I'd known masochists before, whose nuts were wired for pain, but never to this extreme. His dick should be soft and limp as a noodle after I've practically torn his pecs off.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: The boffins were going to have a field day with this one, I could tell. I began to have a few insights into some of what the Yanks were doing to make super soldiers... re-wire a man so pain evoked a pleasure response and he can push himself harder and further. Hmmmmmm.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Then I realized, goddamn, my fucking hands and arms were sore as shit. I tried to flex my fingers, and could suddenly barely touch my fingertips together, the fatigue and pain in my burned out muscle was that severe. I heard his question, but ignored it for the moment, though I did spare a momentary predatory grin at the soldier, savoring the pain and agony in his voice. Oh yeah. Soldier boy FELT that.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Instead, I worked a control on the gimbals for the X frame, and it suddenly turned smoothly, until my captive was lying flat on his back, staring straight up at the ceiling. I reached out to the medical cart just behind him. It had several functions actually.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Time to use one of them. Still ignoring the writhing, agonized thrashing of the tortured All American super soldier, I attached two alligator clips to his ravaged, savagely ruined pecs, right on the nipples. The clips had sharp teeth, and dug deep into the flesh, drawing small beads of blood around the base of his thick, manly nips. I took up a small remote control from the bench, holding it in my still trembling hands, though they were starting to recover.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I climbed up on top of the big soldier, and balanced perfectly on his ravaged pecs, my heavy treaded combat boots, my 220 pounds of elite solider muscle, all driving down into his pain-savaged ripped up armoured muscle chest. I deliberately squatted down, digging in my heels, maintaining my balance with my usual athletic skill. I lean forward, looking into this American's eyes.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I snarl. "YOU don't ask the questions around here, fucker. You ANSWER THEM. But I'm feeling generous today, so I'll make you a trade. You tell me your name, rank, and which shit-stained excuse branch of service you serve with, and I'll tell you my name."

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I grin. Then I turn the dial on the small remote in my hand. Suddenly, a savage electric current starts arcing through the soldier's body, from his right nip to his left nip, the current traveling straight through the brutally ruptured muscles of his damaged chest as my 220 lbs of weight is bearing down on those pecs, the combat boots insulating me from the current.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I spit in his face. "Oh, and I might consider turning this off in the bargain. See, soldier? Quite a deal for you, isn't it? Two for the price of one." I turn the dial a bit more, increasing the current and voltage to another level.

19:22 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: While Scruffy McBastard backs off and tries to work his grip... yeah, ya fuckin' BITCH, my pecs worked yer whole goddamned body that hard!... while he recovers, my endocrine system is pumpin' overtime, and the searing agony of my torn muscle becomes a dull ache, washin' out in a sea o' cock-throbbin' pleasure.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Then he moves outta sight and suddenly I'm tiltin' again, back to flat... it actually offers relief to my pecs, not havin' gravity pull 'em straight down..

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I feel the pinch of clips as he locks 'em on my nips, but it's a tiny ripple on a whole flowin' creek of hurt... easy to ignore.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Harder to ignore when he freakin' climbs up on me and STANDS on my pecs! "BRAAWWW! AH... you... fuckin' DICK!" DANGIT that fuckin' KILLS!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: A few seconds later, though... that hurt is a blessing because the current suddenly runnin' through my pecs makes 'em try to flex, and the pressure of 200 pounds of dirtbag sadist merc pressin' on 'em keeps the wrecked tissue from tearin' itself up more. The electro itself, well... I spent a lot of time gettin' to love the hurt ol' Thomas Edison can put on a man.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Ain't much I can do 'bout gettin' spat on right now, but you're gonna fuckin' pay for that, someday.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "Yer... BRAAWWW!... yer a shit... AAAWWWWGG!... salesman... pussyboy. And yer... AAW!.. yer countin' sucks." I have to pause for breath, FUCK this hurts... "that's three for the price o'... two." I force a savage grin. "I'll tell you my name, you... turn off the juice."

12:53 AgentDerekSteel: I squat down low on top of those ravaged pecs as the current arcs through them. I twist my head around and take a look at how the soldier's manhood is dealing with this new assault. Interesting... his fucking massive piece of manmeat is still standing straight up like a goddamn flagpole on the 4th. Then I hear my American captive sputtering something in between moans and groans of agony. I turn back to look down into his face. He's jacking his jaw, trying to stay in control of the situation.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Then I get the gist of what the brutalized soldier is saying, he wants me to tell me his name if I turn the juice off. Interesting.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: He's maybe not liking this as much as he's pretending. Well then... Let's up the ante a bit more. I start to grin. It's a vicious grin, and my eyes are flashing with a sadistic glint. I stand up, balancing on those savaged, torn up pecs as the current arcs continuously between them. I reply then, "It doesn't work that way, fuckwit. First, you tell me your name, then if I'm satisfied with your answer, I turn this off." I hold up the remote.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Then, I pull back my right boot, balancing perfectly on my left boot. With a savage grin, I kick forward, smashing the steel-toe of my right boot forward in a short, stabbing, brutal kick right underneath the pec shelf of your left pec, watching the shockwave of the impact spread across the already torn up muscle. I carefully drive my toe in so as not to dislodge the firmly attached clip on your left nip. Fuck, that felt good.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I switch legs, balancing now on my right boot, and driving the steel-toe of my left boot just under the thick pec shelf of the damaged right pec, spreading more devastation. I switch back and repeat the treatment, then turn up the dial one more setting, increasing the voltage and current searing through that brutalized muscle.

19:37 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I just stare flint-eyed at Scruffy while he squats down and makes up his mind...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AUGHFUCK! FUCK!!" I bawl with each impact of his boots into my wrecked pecs. My magnificent, powerful pecs... wrecked and torn and still takin' abuse, still standing up to this shitbag, givin' more than a man has a right to ask of his muscle and probl'y still could bench more than 90% of the people on planet Earth right this very minute. My pecs are fuckin' MONSTER.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But I don't know how much more they can take. I feel the buzz as he ups the current, the searing pain as my brutalized, powerful muscle is forced to flex against the damage and pressure. Flawlessly, drilled and conditioned to keep from giving away any physical sign of falsehood, my brain digs into its prepared reservoir.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AAAWWW FUCK YOU!!" I howl with the latest boot impact. "CARTER! Awww... fuckin' ASSHOLE. Name's... Sam Carter." I'm panting, my eyes pure rage.

15:04 AgentDerekSteel: I'm looking right down into the soldier's face, as I kick away at those massive, brutally ripped up, armour-plated pecs. I'm watching as he quivers, twitches, screams from the pain, howling. And I'm looking right into his eyes when he howls out his name, Sam Carter. His eyes are hard, filled with rage, and there isn't the slightest hint that he's lying.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I'm good at breaking men. I'm good at reading men. Uncannily so. Every small, subtle tell of his body language is screaming at me that he's telling the truth. But this isn't my first rodeo. I've broken men before. Strong men. Fiercely loyal. This super soldier is so All-American he makes my teeth hurt. The epitome of both strength and loyalty. The idea that I've managed to break him down in just one session to the point where he will tell me his name feels wrong.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: They always lie at first. Always. But not him. Hmmmmm... Time to reflect on what I've learned. He is tough. Fucking tough. The toughest goddamn challenge I've ever faced. I grinned suddenly, and stopped kicking ... Sam Carter's ... ripped up muscled pecs. I leap down. I didn't say anything. Didn't tell him my name. And ... didn't turn off the electric current.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I took a new blood sample from his ear, and carefully put it into the analyzer. The results would be sent straight to the lab where some of my top boffins were already eagerly pouring over the initial sample. Now, they could compare those results with the new sample. I kept the soldier wired up. Then, I switched the mode on the unit. Everything was still clipped to his nips, but the current suddenly stopped. I bent over his face, and grinned at him, looking deep into his angry, raging eyes. "Fuck you. Hope you sleep well." I didn't use his name. Not yet.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Without another word, ignoring the American captive, lost in thought, making my plans for tomorrow, leaving my victim to his ... rest. What I hadn't said, but what he'd find out soon enough, is that every time he drifted off into sleep, the unit that remained clipped to his ear would detect his somnolent state, and respond by delivering a savage 10 minute cycle of intense electrocution to his nips. No, it wouldn't be a restful sleep for him at all. Time to see how a little sleep deprivation and overnight electro torture would affect his mood when I returned the next day to continue our little fun and games.

Published: 2020-08-23, viewed 80 times.