In the Line of Fire

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Everything about his bearing says more suffering is on deck when he well-wishes my sleep... but my pecs can finally relax, and at this point that feels like slippin' into a warm bath.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Don't take long to realize what he's done, maybe ten minutes after he leaves the room, the first time I manage to drift off... then pain rips across my chest as my pecs FLEX with that current! DANGIT!!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I bite back a swearing shout but can't help a guttural snarl as the juice buzzes through me... it hurts so good, I feel my cock PUMPING up, but the pain from the hard flex my damaged, heroic pecs are puttin' up... DANGIT!!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I fight that quiet battle for what feels like forever, between my pecs and my cock and my willpower and that damned machine... trying to FORCE my pecs to relax, FORCE them to obey my will over some fuckin' machine! RELAX. RELAX.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The count I keep in my head says it's only ten minutes... I'm sweat soaked, but towards the end... my pecs weren't as hard flexed. I'm sure of it.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I ease my breathing, find a steady rhythm, feel my pulse slow... don't feel no electrodes on my skull, so this thing can't be sensing brainwaves, it has to be going by-

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "RRRRGGGGHHHH!!" DANGIT! Sure enough, when the damned thing thinks I'm asleep again it SURGES that current through me, beaten pecs FLEXING with all they've got left... RELAX! RELAX! Slowly, little by little, I FORCE them to relax... it's like the world's shittiest deep tissue massage, where your body wants to tense up but YOU REFUSE TO LET IT, only there's nothing therapeutic going on here!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Finally, after minutes, I get them to relax enough that they're not trying to tear themselves off my ribcage... they still hurt, but nothin' I can't take... now I can focus on that buzz, that burn... let that special hurt sink deep into my huge fuckin' bull tough balls and let 'em CHURN, my little Marine steel hard, purple and veiny, throbbing.... FUCK YEAH.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The current cuts out again... I'm sweatin' like a pig, balls throbbin' and achin'... a few deep breaths, get it under control... under control... OK, here it comes...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: When the surge hits next time, my pecs twitch up, flex gently... but not enough to tear me up. They obey MY FUCKIN' WILL, because I'm master of my body and the most powerful fuckin' man that dirt bag merc has ever fuckin' SEEN. Free of the self inflicted flex agony, I DIVE into that current, burnin' SO GOOD, you think you got enough juice to make me give, you fuckin' coward?! You'll need a goddamned nuclear powerplant to overcome these balls!!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Cock throbbing, balls CHURNING, riding that buzz, OH FUCK OH FUCK -

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "YYYEEEEAAAaaaahhhhh!" My roar turns into a deep sigh as my thick load BLASTS up outta my balls and splatters against my grossly bruised pecs and brick abs, shot after shot... a warm rush FLOODS across my body...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Finally, it cuts out again. But now, my pecs are ready. And I've taken the whole load. That machine ain't fuckin' NOTHING.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I let myself drift towards sleep for real, next time... and sure enough, the buzz comes. The hurt comes. With my pecs staying fair relaxed, it ain't nothin' worse than pain I've had to sleep through before, when injured in the field. I hope the cameras catch my smile as I drift off...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Not sure how much time has passed when the sound of the door opening wakes me up, but by how refreshed I feel it had to have been a good six hours, at least. "Mornin', sunshine. You mind scrapin' this dried cum off me? Enjoyed your sex toy last night, thanks."

15:31 AgentDerekSteel: I walk into the chamber, after finishing up a meeting with my boffins. They stayed up half the night, excitedly pouring over the results of the analysis. They jabbered at me, and I had to tell them to explain it to me in plain language, but when they finished, it was pretty much what I was expecting. This mother fucking super soldier was wired to get off on pain. They explained that his readings were off the chart from the second sample, taken just after I finished wrecking his pecs. The hormones they found were associated with pleasure and sexual arousal. He was sexually addicted to pain.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Fuck me. Those Americans were real bastards. Totally goddamn ruthless. I was one sadistic mother fucker, but to turn men into pain pigs in order to make them better soldiers? Fuck. I filed that away. What it meant was breaking him was going to be one fucking hell of a challenge. But ... I got off on hurting him just as much as he got off on being hurt, so it seemed like a match made in heaven. Still though, no clues about whether or not Sam Carter was his real name. I'd have to be patient. Time would tell. But as for breaking him... well, there was pain, and then there was pain. I'd find his breaking point. And it involved getting inside his head, making him doubt his strength, convincing him that for all his fucking super soldier conditioning, I was stronger than he was.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: When my prisoner greeted me bright and chipper, making some snide comment about sex toys, looking like he'd managed to get some sleep, for a moment I'll admit I was completely stunned. The dude was a goddamn mother fucking super hero. I kept tight control of my expression, but inwardly I was processing that this fucking piece of American beef had managed to sleep despite being electrocuted for ten minute intervals every time he drifted off. Not only that... he'd actually orgasmed without anything touching his cock. Wired for pain? FUCK. That was an understatement.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Never in my long career have I encountered the like. Then, I smiled. I wanted a challenge. Well, it looks like I've got one. My only response is a wolfish grin. I walk around in front of him, and casually unclip the alligator clips from his nips. I run my finger over the dried cum, and lick it. MMmmmm. Salty. Finally, I get right into his face, leaning down, "You're welcome, soldier. But don't expect me to be so ... accommodating... next time."

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: One of the things my boffins wanted to know was exactly how strong our captive was. I had a very creative exercise in mind to determine that. They went on and on about skeletomuscular potential energy and metabolic pathway stress under lengthening and ATP cycling and when I finally got them to tell me in plain English what they were after, I could've saved their breath and my time. Anyone who's spent decent time under a barbell knows that nothing stresses a muscle like resting a negative rep. And it was time to double down on the pain and agony, wear and tear on my American's muscled frame. There had to be a limit to how much pain his juiced up endocrine system could nullify. Had to be a point where it would get overwhelmed. That was another goal of this experiment.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I maneuvered a step ladder into place and threaded a flexible metal cable through an eyebolt in the ceiling. The next part was going to be all kinds of fun. I fastened a metal cockring around the base of the soldier's massive ballsac, snapping it tight, and attaching the hook on the end of the cable to the hook on the specially constructed cockring. I looked into my captive's eyes, and grinned as I tugged on the other end of the cable. His balls were lifted up as I tugged.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Next, I maneuvered a triangular steel table underneath the super soldier's upper back and head, where the upper arms of the X frame made an opening, the narrow point of the table fitting into the junction of the X frame, filling in the open space. I strapped his head and solar plexus down to the table with reinforced straps, and bolted the legs of the table to the floor of the chamber. I also strap down the thick massive quads to the legs of the X frame, and one more strap right around his lower abs, just above his hips, to prevent him from bucking. This fucking bastard wasn't going anywhere. Now, for the really fun bit.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I grab a weight bar and smash it down, HARD across those brutally wrecked and ruined pecs. The weight bar has a clamp in the middle, and I thread the steel cable through the clamp. Next, I load up the weight bar with a 50lb plate on each side. The bar weighed about 40 pounds and I was certain, that even in his current condition, lifting 140 lbs would be child's play. But that was just to get us started.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Next, I fastened two extremely short straps to the end of the weight bar and to his trapped wrists. Finally, I freed his wrists from the X frame. He could move his arms, but before he even had a chance to consider how to take advantage of this limited freedom of motion, I pulled the end of the steel cable through the clamp in middle of the weight bar, decreasing the slack, and lifting the bar up with one hand as I decrease the slack, keeping the pressure on my captive's nuts nice and steady the whole time. Finally, I'm holding the bar up now, at full extension. I lock the clamp in place, screwing it tight. If I were to let the bar drop, then 140 lbs of pressure would pull down on the cable, through the eye bolt in the ceiling, down to the steel ring around the base of the muscled up American soldier's balls, and pull his fucking nuts off. MMMmmmmmmm. Delicious. His thighs and abs were strapped tight and solid, so he couldn't arch in any way to relieve the pressure. If the bar dropped, his nuts would get fucking ripped off.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I hold the bar over him. The captive soldier has just enough freedom of movement to reach up and grab the bar, his wrists are strapped to the ends of the bar. I look down into his eyes, then finally speak. "We are gonna play a little game today, soldier. The game will tell us two things. How much weight can those ripped up muscles of yours hold up before you drop the weight and rip your own nuts off? And how much pain can you really, really take? I'm looking forward to finding out. On the count of three I'm gonna let go of this fucking bar, and if you don't catch it, well, I guess we'll find out how much pain you can take."

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I count down... 3 ... 2... 1 ... I let go of the weight bar.

19:25 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Scruffy is clearly ready to kick it up a notch... takes me a while to figure out where all his activity is going, but it has become pretty clear by the time he smashes the bar down across my pecs.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "GRRRAAH!" His abuse earns a shout, as the dull ache I've been living with all night gets aggravated into sharp pain again. The warm shot of endorphins a heartbeat later mitigates the pain, but not the train of thought trying to work out how screwed I'll be having to do bench press with these torn pecs. I need time to heal, dammit!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Then, I'm strapped in, the rules explained... assuming he doesn't change them in the middle of the game, and since he's already proven he's an honorless dog, no reason he won't. But at least I'll have a fighting chance since my pecs were being spared.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I don't say anything, though, just get into lockout position, hands on the bar, good benchpress posture... well, good as I can manage with my hips strapped down, but we're hundreds of pounds from my one rep max, and even then I think I'd be good for a while in this setup.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The weight comes on me and I hold it easily. I say nothin', emote nothing. Just hold that bar.

14:01 AgentDerekSteel: I walk around as my muscled captive suddenly takes control of the weighted bar. My eyes narrow. I inspect him as if he were nothing more than an animal, an interesting experiment. I took careful note of the incredible girth and mass of his triceps, thick and strong as battleship guns. I ran my hand lightly along the muscle, feeling it tense and flex, bursting with All-American power. But at some point, those muscles were going to fail, and those brutalized pecs were going to take the weight. The boffins get their data, and I get my show.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I kept walking around my captive, running my hand appreciatively over his concrete-solid core, feeling the thick massive ridges of those mighty abs. Then, I took a firm hold of his massive cock, and gave it an experimental crush with my hand. Fuck, that felt good. I wanted to fuck the bastard rotten, but now wasn't the time. I wanted him more ... vulnerable. I wanted to crack his confidence before I started raping the super soldier. I yanked on the cable attached to his huge, plump hairy nuts. Tugging them roughly, just to make him squirm. "Don't drop the weight now ... fucker. You might be able to enjoy the pain I've got in store for you if you rip your nuts off. I wonder, would they grow back?" I give an evil grin at the fucking bastard.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: This weight was clearly not giving him any trouble. Fine... I didn't think it would. Let's throw another two hundred pounds on, and see how he coped. I walked over to the side, and in each hand, I hefted a 100 lb weight plate. With a grunt of slight effort, I slid first one, then the other on each side. Then, I stood back to watch the show, taking a quick glance at the monitor on the cart behind my captive as it gave me readouts on his heart rate, blood oxygen levels, and other stress indicators.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I mentioned as I glanced over, "You know soldier, I thought I was a ruthless sonofabitch, but not even I would be as fucking twisted as you Americans. I mean, how fucked up is it when you re-wire your own loyal soldiers, actually fucking re-wire your nuts so severe, debilitating, crippling pain gives you fucking wood, as if you were nothing more than some kind of goddamn worthless piece of expendable meat? Seriously fucked up. A loyal soldier deserves better. I'd never do that to my men. I'm not complaining, exactly. I mean, I love to hurt men, and you love to get hurt. It's a match made in heaven, isn't it? But it makes you think... what makes you twisted fucking yanks so much different than a scumbag like me? Except you yanks treat your own men like disposable trash and I look out for mine."

15:35 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I could hold this weight here for hours... but as Scruffy feels me up, I make my pecs flex as his hands reach them. It sucks,and hurts to flex them, but I can't help rubbing it in a little…

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: It's harder to ignore his hand on my rock hard man meat, and there's no ignoring my balls gettin' tugged... my cock jumps HARD at that, and my balls buzz ever harder at his question... my balls are TOUGH. Could they hold up 140lbs? I bet they freakin' could. I bet I could pull that fuckin' barbell up off myself with my bull nuts.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: None of this distracts me from the weight, which stays rock solid in my grip. I could twirl this thing like a baton.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Scruffy ups the ante, though... adds another 200lbs. We're still in warm up weight territory for me, but now there's a clock tickin'. I ain't sure how long I could hold this weight at lockout. I know from doing one rep max development I can hold at least 200lbs more than my one rep max at lockout for near a minute...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: There ain't no strain in my voice at all when I answer. "Ain't sure what you're talking about, Scruffy. I'm just a man what likes to get tested. Just 'cause I got more manliness in my left ball than there is in your whole company... how many you down to, by the way, now I done wiped out twenty of' em? Anyway, just 'cause I'm more man than all y'all put together don't mean there's no big conspiracy happenin'. "

17:47 AgentDerekSteel: My eyes check out my American side of beef as I throw on the extra weight. Interesting... there's a tremble, but his awesome beef doesn't waver. I check out those incredible biceps, those ruined pecs, those cannonball hard delts. Fuck me, but he is one HELLUVA a hot stud. Breaking this bastard is going to be the most fun I've had in my entire career.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Then he opens his gob again, and at first I look amused as he tries to shrug off what is totally obvious. Then he has the goddamn fucking balls to BRAG about killing off my men. The rage that burns inside my gut threatens to explode like a goddamn nuke. For a moment, just a brief moment, I want to kill this fucking bastard. My eyes flash and I bend over him, staring right into his eyes. When I speak, my voice is cold, ice cold. "How just like a fucking yank. Bragging about how many good men he's killed. Tell me, is that what they teach you in boot camp over there? They teach you that the men you face on the battlefield are just ticks on your scorecard? Just ammunition to stroke your fucking ego? You yankee bastards..." I lean in real close, my eyes are cold, ice cold, hard as diamonds. "Why don't I introduce you to the widows and children of the men you killed off? Yeah? Why don't you fucking brag in front of them?" My face twists then into a sneer of contempt. "I've killed more fucking men then you can count, you self-righteous shitstained excuse for a soldier. But every fucking man I've killed was a MAN. Not a number. And sure as hell not something to brag about in order to inflate my ego. You yanks make me sick."

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I walk over to the side and heft two more weight plates, two 50 lb weights. Then I slap them on the end of the weight bar. "You can fucking run your mouth off till pigs fly. We've already learned enough to know that whatever the fuck you are, you sure as goddamn hell weren't born that way. And we'll take you apart muscle by fucking muscle till we find out just exactly how you were made. I owe that much to the good men you killed." I'm angry, enraged, but I channel it. Not gonna let it get control of me, but not gonna hide it from my captive either. "Besides.... one man stopped you. One man fucking crushed you into jello, Captain fucking America. One man out muscled America's fucking super soldier. One man took charge of your boy balls and drained every fucking drop of your cum. A REAL man." I grin then, my anger having spent itself as I lock onto my muscled captive's eyes, drinking in his reaction as he dealt with the additional 100 lbs.

18:15 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Oh, there's Scruffy's button... nice. His anger feels good, practically a salve for my wrecked pecs.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Reachin' the end of his diatribe, he loads another buck on the bar... we're around 400lbs now, I reckon... I work sets of ten to twelve reps in this range, but still, can't help a little strain creepin' into my voice as I decide to return fire.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "Well, they weren't all that good now were they, what with me cuttin' through 'em like butter," I grunt, laughing. "And we both know you couldn't take me man to man in a million years, boy. Y'only took me down 'cause I was pre-spent." I pause, focusing on lockin' my body into position, OWNING that barbell. "Y'know, from tearin' through yer bitch boys."

12:53 AgentDerekSteel: Well, my captive wants to be a smart ass. We'll see how far that will get him. I walk over to the side, and heft up two more 50 lb weight plates, casually slapping them on to the weight bar. I look down at my muscled up captive, watching his reaction to the additional weight.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I squat down low next to the tough, trembling captive. "Don't worry asshole, you'll get your chance at me again. I'm fucking looking forward to showing you the difference between a MAN and a fucking over-steroided, self-centered, arrogant piece of shit. What you yanks call a 'soldier'."

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I reach forward and put my hands on those trembling pecs as my captive super soldier deals with another 100lbs. I look straight down into his eyes. Then I smile. "But first, before we get to play some more, I'm going to take you apart muscle my fucking muscle. We are going to learn exactly how you are put together. I'm going to enjoy every second of our little journey of discovery."

13:18 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Can't help a grunt as the new weight lands on the bar, but I make it sound satisfied. "Finally, yer makin' this a little heavy." My posture is rock solid. This dude keeps feelin' up my pecs, so I keep makin' em flex a little. Of course, at the top of a bench press, the pecs are relaxed... they do all their work in the first few inches. So this torture ain't even stressin' em. If I don't convince him this ain't gonna break me before this gets heavy enough to beat my lockout posture, my pecs'll get tested sure enough when that bar comes crashin' down, though.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "Steroids? Naw this is all natural, boy. Just me and... the iron built this. Maybe you should... get you some new balls, if... yours're so weak this looks... like it takes drugs to do." Yeah ain't keepin' some strain outta my voice no more. Another hundred pounds is gonna get us up to my bench max, and then I'm gonna be in trouble.

13:59 AgentDerekSteel: I keep my hands rested on those pecs, looking forward to the moment when his lockout starts to fail, and the pecs start to kick in. I'm tempted to add more weight to hurry it along ... but no ... let's see how long he can hold this.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I look down into his eyes as he makes another attempt at psyching me out. I grin, and nod. "You are good, I'll give you that. They've trained you well. You lie like a fucking champ. Nah, I don't need drugs. Didn't need drugs to crush your fucking core like a melon with my own strength. Didn't need drugs when I forced a load outta you back in Chechnya. But... to heal as fast as you did? To orgasm when you are being fried? Hmmmm... Keep trying buddy. I like listening to your stories. But I'm gonna enjoy it even more when that weight comes crashing down. This is all being recorded, of course. Gonna learn exactly how strong you are. And how tough your balls are."

12:01 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: We're still near a hundred pounds from my max... I could hold another couple hundred pounds... for a minute or so. Less, now that I been at this for several minutes already. And Scruffy don't show no signs of bein' intimidated by my strength. He'll just keep adding weight. Time to take a new tack, before it gets too heavy to try this.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "Why wait? I'll show you how tough my balls are." Scruffy added plenty of plates, but what he didn't add were clamps. This is gonna hurt.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I drop the left end of the bar to my chest, squawkin' with pain as it hits my battered pec... but as I'd hoped, the center of the bar traveled a short enough distance that my balls don't get ripped off, but the end dips enough the plates slide off and clang to the floor. I punch my left arm up as the right end comes down, another bleat of pain as my right pec gets punch, another firm tug on my balls as the rest of the plates slide to the floor in a cacophony of metal ringing.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Then, deep breath... and I let the bar drop.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: 45lbs, held up by my freakin' balls... my huge nuts are pulled TIGHT, swollen, my little Marine ain't so little, 9 thick inches ROCK HARD as my balls prove their bullness to this fuckin' merc. Feelin' em hang that weight and stay strong makes my cock THROB, my balls TIGHTEN up and actually LIFT THE BAR an inch!

16:32 AgentDerekSteel: I keep squatting behind the American's head. I'm not really surprised when he dumps the weight off to either side. I'm actually fairly impressed, as the heavy weight plates cascade first to one side, then to another. It costs him though, I can see the expression of agony on his features as he has to engage his damaged pecs to tilt the bar enough to dump the weight.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: But of course, pain just makes him hard. At least... at first. Then, he lets the bar drop. 45 lbs now, but he doesn't hesitate. I chuckle, my eyes staying hard and focused, taking in the show. I nod, and grin as he manages to not only hold up 45 lbs with his package, but tightens his nuts enough to actually pull the bar back up an inch.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Then I stand up, right over him, checking out his manhood, stiff and hard, those big, manly American nuts tightening and holding up the bar just a bit. I take my hands and put them on the bar. I look down, straight into his face. "All right soldier, why don't you show me how tough your balls are?" I start to pressure down on the bar… of course I could smash this to his chest… this massive American might be stronger than I am, when he's fresh, and his body might have been enhanced by some fucked up American science, but I'd already seen enough to know he wasn't ridiculously superhuman… but I wanted this to last.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel:. With the bar this close to his chest, if he wants to resist my force, at this angle, he'll have to use his pecs.

18:02 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Dammit! I'd hoped to tempt or intimidate this guy with the strength of my nuts... but he didn't take the bait, and now I'm in a worse spot than before.... there's no question this guy is heavy and strong enough to muscle down powerfully enough to rip my balls right off!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Instinctively, my hands shoot up to grip the bar... but at this distance from my chest, it's impossible to keep my pecs from engaging! I HOWL with pain and effort, my brutalized pecs flexing to fight his push, feels like they're tearing themselves off my chest!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But my arms and shoulders are in this, too... I feel some pressure come off my balls as I manage to muscle the bar up an inch... another... JESUS MY FUCKING PECS!!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My endocrine system is desperately pumping the juice but the sheer damage is nearly overriding it... my cock is firing precum even as I scream in agony... "WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT FROM ME YOU FREAK?!!"

14:20 AgentDerekSteel: I look right down into his eyes, and my eyebrows rise in appreciation as he forces his pecs to engage, somehow coaxing those ravaged and tortured slabs of armoured muscle to push the bar up about an inch. The look of pain and agony on his face is a sheer pleasure to behold.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: My own muscles are barely flexed, of course, and rippling with unused power. I glance up and see his cock is actually leaking precum. Fuck me.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Then, as my captive soldier screams out in agony, I take some of the pressure off his pecs with my grip, reducing some of the force of my downward push. I answer him with a grin on my face, but my eyes are hard as diamonds. "I already told you, soldier. Me and my boys are going to fucking rip you to pieces, and figure out exactly what makes you tick. We are gonna find out exactly what those ruthless Yankee bastards did to you. It's gonna hurt. Hurt bad. Whatever they did, they didn't do it well enough, 'cause, after all, soldier… here you are."

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Then, with a grunt, I re-engage, pushing down ruthlessly. Then I say, in a conversational tone of voice. "Of course, it might go easier for you, soldier, if you were more cooperative. You know, you aren't the first American I've captured. But… you are the first American that gave up his name so easily. You seemed sincere... but I'm wondering, 'Sam Carter', if that really is your name? And of course, you haven't even told me your rank or branch of service yet. Interesting, isn't it?"

15:49 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My pecs are ON FIRE with agony, I'm doing my best to recruit other muscle but the bar is so close to my chest...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My mind pulls back, taking refuge in the conditioning and training Project Hero gave me. I've not even scratched the surface of the prepped responses I can give this shitbag... my ego doesn't wanna give him anythin', of course, but I can't let myself get so tore up I can't take a shot at escape, should it present itself.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "Bull...shit... ARRGGHHH! Nice try... tryin' to get under... my skin... but ain't nobody... you ever... put through this... AAAGGHHHHHHH!... has lasted… this… long…" I wanna stop fightin' and save my pecs, but I gotta make it look good and I don't know if this sadist fuck will really maim my balls!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I endure another few seconds of pec-ripping agony, the bar creeping to my chest... there's no way this bastard ain't strong enough to just slam it down at this point so maybe he's not out to maim me, just yet... but I can't keep this up!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AAARRRGGGG!! CAPTAIN SAM CARTER, US AIR FORCE AFSW!"

14:09 AgentDerekSteel: I keep the pressure steady, my powerful body engaged from the core, controlling the force. I'm savoring this American's resistance, his toughness, his incredible resilience. He's a strong mother fucker, and no mistake. Strong mentally, strong physically. But every man, even a super soldier has his breaking point.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Then, he mouths off again, trying to psych me out with how strong and tough he is, as his muscles tremble and vibrate, the torn fibres and sinews of his ravaged pecs not able to hold off my own formidable strength. I'm completely in control now, and savouring every second of it. I keep the pressure up, the bar creeping down. Then he screams out again, using the same name as before, giving a rank and service designation that I believe about as much as the first time.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: If I want to find out who he really is, I'm gonna have to totally, completely fuck him up. Break down every single fucking muscle in his body, and bust his balls. But for right now, the boffins want me to provide another sample after some very extreme torture. They are curious just how much damage and pain his endocrine system can cope with. Well, I'm happy to oblige. I laugh suddenly, contemptuously. "Give me a fucking break, the Air Force? A flyboy? Oh please. You really are thick as a plank aren't you? Sorry, soldier, that was the wrong answer. "

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Curious, and in anticipation of his reaction, I grunt, and with perfect control, press the bar down to the point where my captive's ballsac is stretched away from his body at an absolutely brutal position. My thick powerful stance easily out muscles the ruins of his pecs, and I hold it there, carefully controlling the pressure, not quite looking to maim him, but looking to make sure he realizes I'm not fucking around.

18:33 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I howl in frustration and pain, and it's only part show... I know I ain't givin' any tells that I'm lyin', so this fucker really does just wanna torture me and see how much I can take! Guess I did overplay my ability back at that warlord's compound, but never expected to get taken down… but if he wants to see how much an enhanced Marine can take, he's in for a surprise...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I can feel the boilin' in my balls, the buzz in my head that means... OOOHHHHH YYEEEAAAHHHH... another big endorphin rush hits. Last time I faced this shitbag, my whole body was workin', dumping endorphins and adrenaline while my muscles burned and burned the calories... but this time... this is what it's mostly for. I'm immobile, ain't burning much fuel... my juice is gonna stay strong a lot longer.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: So I let the bar go, banking that he ain't after rippin' my nuts off. Yet.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My huge balls get stretched TIGHT and start turning purple and it fuckin' HURTS, but it also feels SO GOOD... now that my wrecked pecs ain't screamin' from torturin' themselves, now that the pain is mostly comin' from my nuts... my eyes bulge out as my cock THROBS and spurts precum, splatterin' Scruffy in the face and it feels like balls might rip off or explode and I HOWL again! "OHHHHFUCKOHFUCK YYYEEAAAHHHH, BRO! FUCK YEAH, WORK THOSE BALLS!"

14:13 AgentDerekSteel: My eyes narrow. He lets the bar go. He was a very trusting fucker, that's for sure. I was tempted to ruin his nuts, but not yet. I kept he pressure steady, and then looked up, checking out his manhood and his reaction, darting my eyes back and forth between his face and his big fucking dick. Hmmmmm... Well fuck me. His dick was stiff as a plank, and he was starting to leak pre, and the look in his eyes was that of a man who was enjoying himself. These yanks seriously fucked him up. All the more fun for me.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Gotta admit, I was pretty surprised when the bastard erupted, and shot a spurt of precum in a huge arc that splattered on my face. I just grinned, and reached my tongue, tasting the pre.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I looked down into his eyes. My eyes flashed. "Salty." Then, I pushed down on the bar a bit harder. Let's see if he can keep it up. The resistance is all coming from the base of his balls now, the pressure is seriously extreme. "I can keep this up all day soldier. I've always wanted to know how much force it takes to actually rip a man's nuts off."

15:14 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!" My eyes're wild, whites all round 'em, thick cock PUMPIN', my whole fuckin' body thrashin' in the restraints, my balls purple and swollen visibly THROBBING as they grt stretched to the max!!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!" Can't think, can barely breathe from howlin', fuckin' TESTED past all reason and my balls're STILL HOLDIN' ON! Can't tell agony from ecstacy no more, body floodin' me with good stuff, ain't nothin' left in me but wild sensation!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!" Balls THROBBIN', visibly FLEXIN' they're so full of backed up cum they can't unload 'cause of the tension on' em, my thick cock SPASMIN' as it tries to shoot! "AAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!"

16:58 AgentDerekSteel: I keep the pressure up for a while longer, drinking in the sound of my captive's screams of agony. The American was tough, no question, but he wasn't making wisecracks now. Nope. He was screaming his fucking lungs out as I kept the muscled super soldiers balls right at the breaking point. My smile widened.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Then suddenly, I lifted the bar up, relieving the pressure.

18:26 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!" OH MY FUCKIN' JESUS GOD HELP ME MY BALLS MY BALLS OH GOD LEMME CUM I CAN'T I CAN'T TAKE IT LEMME CUUUUUMMMMMM!!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Then all at once the pressure is GONE... finally oh God oh Jesus I'm gonna so har-

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "RRRAAAAAWWWWWWWAAAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!" The screams this bastard had rippin' from me is NOTHIN' compared to the full throated howl torn outta my gut and lungs now... the sudden release brings a wave of pain crashin' down that takes any thoughts of blowin' my load right off the table. No way, no way I ever thought my balls could hurt THIS MUCH.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I lay there, pantin', gaspin', moanin' like a freshly hard-fucked bitch... my body is doin' its best to pump the good stuff, relieve the pain... but it's strugglin'. Even though endorphins don't come from yer balls, my balls are kinda wired into the whole thing, and they've been abused somethin' fierce. Plus, it's been workin' overtime…

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: As I listened, satisfied, to his gut wrenching howls of agony I released the clamp on the middle of the bar, freeing it from the rope tied to his nuts. I tossed the bar aside, then with a burst of brutal muscle, while he was still gasping from the pain, I muscled first one arm, then the other back against the X frame, re-securing his wrists. I quickly dismantled the rest of the setup, returning him to his original configuration, removing the small triangular table and the extra straps. I worked the gimbal of the frame, and returned the agonized American muscle soldier back to vertical. I made sure to collect some more blood samples for the docs to analyze again, from the small pricks in his ear lobes caused by the alligator clips dug in and feeding a stream of data to the analyzer on the cart.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I stand in front of the pain-wracked soldier, and get his attention by smashing my right fist into the middle of his ravaged left pec. "That was just... the appetizer. Ready for the main course, soldier?"

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I take up the two leads from the electro unit on the cart, and re-attach the clips to his brutalized, ripped up pecs, again right on the nips, making sure to give the teeth an extra squeeze to puncture the tender skin right beneath the nips nice and deep.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I'm dimly aware of Scruffy movin' me, doin' stuff... I'm upright again... he clips my nips up again, gets in my face... man, I'm gonna love breakin' his teeth in. OK, ya sick fuck... let's see what ya got. I already licked this shit today.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I wonder if he's gonna blow his load again. Let's find out how much juice this tough assed American bastard can really take. I turn the dial on the control unit, starting off at a level about 10% more intense than I used last time. That's only to get the party started... I'm planning on going much, much higher. I catch the super soldier's eyes, and smile as the current starts zapping across those savagely fucked up pecs. "C'mon soldier boy, make those pecs dance. This ain't nothing to you right? I mean, you are a total fucking one man army. A complete badass. This is nothing but foreplay for a pain pig like you. Show me what you got boy. Make your country proud." I said in a mocking, biting, contemptuous tone.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The current hits... stronger than before and my battered pecs PUMP and I whimper... can't help it... but I grit my teeth and breathe deep... c'mon, c'mon... yeah, that's it... slowly, my pecs let go... I close my eyes, focusin' on my pecs... you're the master of yer own body, Mason... you can do this…

13:01 AgentDerekSteel: I stood there, the remote in my hand, eyeing my captive, drinking in his reaction. Yeah, this fucking super soldier was being pushed hard, and hurting bad. Now, as I watch him, he fights for control, starts to whimper, but I can tell the look of concentration and determination set in place on his features.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: He thinks he can endure... I let about five minutes pass, letting him adjust to the setting, letting him feel he's in control, adapting, fighting against the electro. When it looks like he's starting to manage it, I say, "Enjoying this, soldier boy? Well, how about this?" Then, I turn the dial up, adding about 50% to the setting. Let's see how our super soldier manages this. A slight wisp of smoke starts to rise from where the leads make contact to the base of the soldier's nips. I smile wider.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Ya got this, Mason... the ache of epic blueballs starts to ease up as my balls get adjusted to the current and it starts to feel almost good... keepin' my pecs pretty relaxed, I could stay here forev-

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "NNNYYAAGGHHH!" The harsh buzz of the current gettin' cranked up hurts all on its own, but the powerful FLEX of my pecs is what makes me cry out! "OH GAWD!!" My balls THROB as my body cuts loose with another endorphin shot... I grit my teeth, starin' this sick bastard down... FUCK, this hurts...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Suddenly, outta nowhere, I catch a tiny whiff of cooking meat, almost wrecks my concentration as I remaster my pecs... then I see the tiny curl of smoke floatin' away from my buzzing nip... FUCK, how much juice is he usin'?!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I wanna tell him to fuck off and die... I wanna tell him somethin', anythin' to make him back off... but I already gave him what he asked for, if he's doin' anything to polygraph me I fuckin' KNOW that looked like the truth... so he just wants to hurt me.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: So I save my breath and grit my teeth and stare him down as my sweat gets steamed off my nips and I FORCE my tremblin' pecs to keep from full flex with my GODDAMNED DOMINANT WILLPOWER!!

16:20 AgentDerekSteel: I let the tough as nails super soldier sit at the new level for a good five minutes, making him sweat it out. The smell of burning skin and muscle gets stronger, evidence of how much power was pouring through this Yankee bastard's brutalized pecs.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I take him in, my eyes drinking in his fucking incredible physique. I wanted this bastard.... not just to beat him, not just to break him, or rape him, or destroy him, but I wanted him. I wanted to OWN him. On a certain level, I respected him. That wouldn't make me go easy on him though. Just the opposite. He could take it, and I'd give it. I'd break the bastard, no matter what. He was a TOUGH son of a bitch, and I reckoned that a heavy dose of that toughness was about more than just being a super soldier.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I turn the dial up another couple notches, increasing the level about 25% of the previous setting. The power flowing through his ruined muscle is fucking incredible... the wisps of smoke thicken, and the damage being dished out is brutal. I love it. "I'm gonna break you soldier. Fucking break you down."

17:54 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Focus... breathe... control the flex. Focus... breathe... control the flex. It becomes a kinda mantra runnin' in my head as I ride this monster current, body buzzin', pecs tremblin'... the pain from the burns happenin' at my nips are nothin', just a dot on a huge map of willpower, pain...

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: ...and pleasure. My balls still ACHE from bein' so backed up with cum... my endocrine system is flaggin', but still pumpin'... and not all my conditionin' to electro is genetic manipulatin'. I screamed my way to my threshold with churnin' balls and a rock hard cock... and it's rock hard again, balls churnin'. But they ache fierce and I'm tired and my pecs HURT... focus... breathe... control the flex. I watch this sadistic fuck watchin' me... waitin' for me to break. Don't know how much juice they planned to run through a man, he ain't turned it up for a minute... maybe this is it. If I can hang here forev-

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "GGGGAAAAAAAAAWWWWWHHHHHH!" I yowl and my pecs FLEX as MORE CURRENT slams into me.... OH GAWD, OH GAWD.... control it, gotta control it.... they're MY pecs, My body, I'M IN CONTROL... they're flexed so hard... I'M IN CONTROL, please, PLEASE I'M IN CONTROL, PLEASE!!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I can barely think past the burn, the THROBBIN' in my balls and the fire in my pecs... my nips are fuckin' SIZZLIN'... OH GAWD....

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But I do it, I FUCKIN' DO IT... my pecs are twitchin', tremblin'... they keep poppin' in and out of flex and I bark with pain each time, but I grit my teeth and lock eyes with that sick fuck.... pantin', gaspin', sweat pourin' off me... "n-n-n-nee.. ver... g-g-g-iv-v-v-e.. in to... y-y-y-y-y-you..."

20:07 AgentDerekSteel: I watch with a grin on my face as my very own captive American hero does his level best to hold out against a savage level of electro ravaging his pecs. I watch the struggle going on, the fight and battle to control his own body playing out on the expressions of his handsome face, running from pain and agony to fierce defiance, to focus and control, steady breathing.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Then, after I turned it up, I feasted on the trembling, the breakdown of control, and I lock my eyes deep on the super soldiers, hard, cold as ice, yet hot as fire, dominant, confident, unwavering, certain. He can take a lot, I know he thinks he can endure anything I can do to him. But he's never met a man as ruthless and determined as me. Super soldier my ass. He'll be nothing more than my broken bitch before I'm done. I let him mouth off his words of defiance, then I say, "Yes you will, soldier. I will break you," in a tone as cold as ice and hard as diamonds.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Then, I turn the dial up again, adding another 25% to the level of power frying those savagely damaged pecs.

20:20 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AAAAUUUUUGGHHHHH!! AAAUUUGGGHHHHH!" I try, OH JESUS OH GOD I TRY... that stronger current SLAMS into me.... into my body, my pecs, MY PECS!! I control my body oh please God I CONTROL MY BODY, MY PECS I CONTROL 'EM OOHHHHH FUCKIN' JESUS I CONTROL MY PECS PLLLLEEEAAASEEEEE!!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But I don't. I can't. The current is too strong, too much for my will, too powerful. As my pecs literally start to fry from the juice pumpin' into 'em, they FLEX from the stimulation, an' I can't stop it. My beaten, torn, savaged, damaged pecs.... my heroic pecs, huge slabs of powerful muscle.... FLEX HARD, and start to stretch and tear, tear themselves right off their attachments.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!! GGGGGAAAWWWWWDDDD AAUGGGHHHHH!" I'm HOWLIN', every agonized breath I suck in is loosed as a full-throated scream of agony... my balls PUMP fuller of cum than they've ever been, SWELLING with cum, as my embattled endocrine system pumps endorphins nonstop, emptying the tank.... my cock has never been harder.

05:54 AgentDerekSteel: WHAT A GODDAMN show. My eyes are locked on the handsome features of my personal American super soldier muscle captive. A prisoner of war under my total control. I watch, my dick hard and stiff as a steel spike, staining the inside of my pants with leaking precum. Watching this tough as nails fucking total soldier stud as the resistance and resolve on his face starts to fade, replaced with sheer panic.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: His howls are bouncing off the walls, rattling the windows. And his pecs... FUCK me.. his goddamn ripped up pecs are dancing all over the place, the ravaged muscles tearing themselves apart. And despite the savage torture to his balls, to his manhood, his American flagpole is at full mast, leaking precum. DAMN. Fascinating... HOT as fuck. But I'm one hell of a sadistic son of a bitch. And I gotta see... can I actually force the bastard to lose his load this way? And... just imagine how much it will FUCKING hurt after he cums... and the juice won't stop. The brutal current has caused some serious, savage burns all around the base of his nips as those pecs keep ripping themselves to pieces. Smoke is rising faster now, the damage from the sheer heat doing as much destruction to his muscled pecs as the current ripping them apart.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Beautiful. I don't say a word... but I turn up the dial. One more notch. Now at the maximum setting. Enough to kill most men. But I don't think this American is most men.

12:00 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My eyes bug out as through the torrent of searing charge, burning agony, and ball-throbbing erotic response I feel EVEN MORE CURRENT slam into me! ""AAAAUUUUUGGHHHHH!!" It slams through my body, slams through my heroically battling pecs making them FLEX EVEN HARDER, "AAAAUUUUUGGHHHHH!!," slams through into my swelling balls!! "AAAAUUUUUGGHHHHH!!" My cock SO HARD it feels like it might break!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: NO ONE HAS EVER ENDURED THIS! NO ONE ELSE COULD TAKE THIS! NO ONE ELSE COULD SURVIVE THIS!! I'M THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN THE FUCKIN' WORLD!!!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My thick, steel hard, strong, heroic, beaten, exhausted, savaged, burned, torn pecs FLEX POWERFULLY one more time!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: RRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP!!

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My battered pec meat TEARS ITSELF loose from its lower attachments and I SCREEEEAAAAAAAMMMMMM!!! My body fires all the endorphins it has left and-

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My balls VISIBLY FLEX as the floodgates open and the QUART and more of cum built up and backed up over the past hour of torture and stimulation SPRAYS from my spasmin' cock, my swollen balls deflatin' as hot thick white cum BLASTS and BLASTS, coatin' everything within a few feet of me! I SSCRREEEAAAAAM in impossible agony, nothin' has ever hurt this much, ever, and it's also wildly ecstatic.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The crestin' high of the most violent, powerful, painful orgasm I've ever known hits and my pecs are STILL FLEXING and I'm still FILLED with current and-

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: With this moment of a weird kinda jarrin' brain buzz I realize I'm about to black out and I only distantly wonder if I'll ever wake up again.

12:30 AgentDerekSteel: The highest setting rips through the tough super soldier like a hot knife through butter. I watch in amazement as his damaged, ravaged, thickly muscled pecs vibrate and convulse so powerfully they actually tear themselves up further. FUCK!! I can see the thick mass of muscle suddenly convulse with a savage ripple, and then hear the muscle tearing itself before the brutally destroyed armoured pecs slump barely twitching now like a conquered beast mortally wounded.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: And then, my curiosity is satisfied. His American flagpole erupts like a fucking geyser. The quantity of spunk erupted by his ravaged balls is truly incredible. Multiple blasts, spraying fucking everywhere. I think quickly, grab a vial, and collect a sample of the spunk. The boffins will be interested in this. His screams are nearly constant now, screams of purest agony and also, if I'm any judge, incredible ecstasy.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Wow. The Yanks really did a number on him.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: His spunk is everywhere! I look closely at him, and realize he's about to pass out. No... not yet... my experiment is not done. I switch off the current abruptly. The flow suddenly ceases. I make sure and take some more blood samples from his ear lobe for later analysis.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Then, I remove the clips from his utterly destroyed pecs, covered in burns, muscles limply sagging, totally, completely wrecked. I haul off and with the palm of my hand, slap his slumping face with a sharp blow to keep him from passing out. "Enjoy that soldier? Want me to do it again? Want some more pain?" I grin.

12:47 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Can't... hazy... blurry... just pain. It hurts... What... lookin' up, see him... he hurts... just wanna sleep... he's askin' somethin'... don't wanna hurt... lemme go... "... no... please..."

13:43 AgentDerekSteel: He looks like a man who has finally reached his limit. I'm not sure he's gonna be getting too much more pleasure outta my torture. He does have fucking limits. Now, I've found them, I'll push him there over and over and over. Will break this fucking super soldier, mind, body and will.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: "All right soldier, let's send you out. You deserve a bit of unconsciousness, I think. You've earned it. And what better way to give it to you.." I reach out then, and cruelly, sadistically, sink my hands into his tortured, wrecked, torn muscled pecs. Clawing my fingers deeply into the broken ripped up muscle. Once nearly as tough and strong as the armour of a battleship... now, wrecked, savaged, hanging weirdly off his chest, torn and battle-damaged, beyond any hope of a quick repair. "..then more of what you crave! PAIN!!"

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: I'm not gentle. I twist, and grind, and drive my steel spike strong fingers thick and deep into the tortured muscle, pulling it, twisting the masses of broken power. Let's see now how he responds to some more pain after his nuts have blown their load. Can he summon more endorphins to combat the assault? Or has fucking 'captain america' finally reached his limits?

14:10 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AAAAAWWWWW.... hhnnnnn.... n-n-n-..." The murky, disjointed haze to which my thoughts were brought by my near blackout is wiped out by a fresh shot of pain from my brutalized pecs... like my world is my pecs and they're made of nothin' but agony... "n-n-n-n-o-..." my slowly softenin' cock twitches, my cockhole gapin' obscenely and dribblin' the last drops of cum as my balls try to fire again... I can FEEL my spent body tryin' to work up endorphins and adrenaline but there ain't nothin' left... "n-n-n-o.. ot..." I can feel it comin' again, the blackout, my body givin' up. Broken. My magnificent, powerful body, that took more than any other man ever could've, broken on this sadistic fuck and his machines and his iron will... kinda hope I don't wake up again.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But my will is fuckin' iron, too, and he ain't never gonna break that. '... not... gonna submit... to you. " Never.

17:21 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Unconsciousness sweeps in like some kinda merciful angel and takes me.

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I stare into the Yankee's face as my hands dig deep into his ruined pecs, blasting his body, mind and will with yet more pain. I check out his manhood. It gives a few twitches, but then goes still. I grin wide. I fucking pushed him to his limit. He's moaning, no, and I mock him, mouthing back, "Yessss."

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Then, just before he blacks out, the tough as nails, ballsy bastard mutters that he's not gonna submit to me. His defiance sends a thrill of anticipation through my spine, and makes my cock twitch. What a magnificent, strong willed, tough minded, primal beast this super soldier was. I let go of his ruined pecs. Every ounce of his defiance only served to heighten the power of the inevitable moment when I cracked his will. But for now, it was time to let my captive alone with his ruined body. I gathered the samples, his cum, and his blood samples at various stages of the torture, and left.

08:59 AgentDerekSteel: Leaving my prisoner to blackness.

Published: 2020-08-23, viewed 92 times.