In the Line of Fire

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: I do so enjoy my work, particularly biology. Physicality, cognition, mental and emotional states, the limits of body and mind. Exploring those limits is not for the timid, and that's why I allow my precious time to be spent in the interests of an organization like The Syndicate. They offer their resources in trade for my expertise, and leave me to my own ethics so long as I bring them closer to their goals. They have helped me grow closer to mine. It has proven a fruitful partnership.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: I glance at the clock on the wall of my laboratory, and then back to the computer screens before me. Agent Steel is generally punctual, whatever his other shortcomings, giving me five more minutes to attempt to condense what I've learned over the past three weeks into statements which fit within the scope of his intellect. I allow myself a sigh… unfortunately, that last statement describes an enormous portion of my time with all of my colleagues. The world feels so slow, sometimes.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: On one screen are high resolution FMRI images of the subject's brain and spine. Far greater scan resolution than is commercially available, but still limited, as much by the laws of quantum mechanics as by the current state of medical technology. On a second is a biochemical analysis of the subject at various points over the six total weeks we've been observing him. On the third a series of browser windows, open to various, mostly adult-oriented, social media video sites.

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: My top boffin was ready to brief me on what makes our American boy tick. It had only been yesterday when I’d put our prisoner through enough brutality to kill most men. I, mean, fuck me, I’d damn near ripped his nuts off, then put enough current into those monster muscle pecs of his to fry a horse. I’d stood there, watching as his muscle practically tore itself apart. And even then, to put him out, I’d had to finish the job with my own two hands. I won’t say I didn’t love every minute of it, because I did. But the strange thing was, so did he.

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: And, he still didn’t break. Oh, he answered my questions, and there wasn’t a hint he was lying, but I smelled a rat. A great big huge rat. Sam Carter… if that’s what he wanted to call himself… was one fucked up individual. But I found myself growing to like the bastard. He was sheer stubborn, through and through. A tough nut to crack… but I loved cracking the toughest nuts. He was also, when you get right down to it, one hell of a hot man. Fuck me, but what it would be like if he were fighting by my side instead of against me.

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I was hoping that Dr. Wiles would be able to shed some light on the subject. No doubt in his very superior manner. But, he had earned it. Can’t say I’ve ever met a man as brilliant as the Doc. I respected him, in my own way, but I always had the feeling there was more to him than met the eye. Reading people is part and parcel of my trade, but he was a tough one to read. Still, he was the best. And the best could afford to have their little eccentricities.

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I entered the lab, just slightly early, and smirked as I caught a glimpse of what he had on one of his monitors. He was one of the horniest fuckers I’ve ever met, and I’ve met more than my share. To be fair, he was a pretty handsome man. I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed, but I kept our relationship strictly professional. “That for… scientific research… Doc?” I chuckled, continuing in a friendly manner, “If I could interrupt your... research… perhaps you could tell me what you’ve managed to piece together about our corn-fed American super soldier.”

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: Steel's impudent remark reminded me that he would need to be given the R71 anti-viral within the next 36 hours. Gallingly, I hadn't the skill among these elite fighters to deal with impudence, pestiferousness, and idiocy with my fists, so instead satisfied myself with regularly administering toxins and pathogens, and then administering the antidotes… over and over. Through air, water, food, surface contact… it wasn't particularly hard to do. It also gave opportunity for research and methods practice. Perhaps, one day, he'd annoy me enough to withhold an antidote.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: In the meantime, I chose to ignore his remark. "He is an attempt to correct an error." I pull up one of the browser windows, expanding it to fill the screen. "This was taken from the security cameras in thy showers at a gym in California. You can see our subject initiate an interaction, and…" over the next few minutes, the scene unfolded silently: the fight, and subsequent rape of our subject. "I found this doing facial recognition searches." I pulled up another one. "This was apparently taken by a bystander." This time between our subject and a large muscular tattooed man, but now our subject's aggressive trash talk and subsequent groveling could be heard. Another video. "This is from a gym in Florida." Yet another beefy antagonist, an aggressive, posturing fight, followed by a groveling rape. 'PLEASE MUSCLEGOD SIR!' he screams at one point. "The timestamps indicate the most recent is more than two years old."

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I looked carefully at each of the videos while listening to the Doc’s explanation. I thought back to my own experiences with him. Then I realized something else. Well Fuck. I spoke up, “So we know who our mystery man is now Doc? Good work, by the way. I’m somehow thinking that his real name is NOT Sam Carter.”

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: Then, speaking up again, leaning forward, putting my hands on the Doc’s desk, thick hairy arms muscling up, “Whatever else our American hero might be, I didn’t have him pegged as a musclebitch. The man in those videos… and the man I fought and tortured. Something doesn’t add up. Our hero boy is one helluva tough sonofabitch, refusing to submit, showing no signs of groveling. Hard to square that up with what I’m seeing.”

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: "He is not identified by name, unfortunately, and I found no other facial recognition matches. He is clearly part of some covert agency or operations command. What the comments sections of these videos do indicate, by those purporting to be eyewitnesses, is that Carter was lifting very impressive loads before these events. Indeed, if those loads are reported accurately, based on what we've been able to observe and record, Carter's maximal strength is nominally reduced from what it was at this point in his life." I minimized the browser windows, and expanded the FMRI and biochem results across all three screens, and then expanded a cranial FMRI image to fill one screen.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: "It is difficult to be precise, the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle begins to limit scan resolution at the scale of synaptic pathways. However, it appears that several regions of our subject's brain and endocrine systems were stimulated to create direct, strong signal connections which do not normally exist in an adult human. You yourself observed some of this through superficial observation; his pain and pleasure responses have clearly been strongly connected. However… " I pull up another image, showing another region of the brain, and a third, showing a scan of the subject's testicles. "See these small dark regions? I strongly suspect his endocrine system was once much more integrated." I point to various areas of the images in turn, "this area is involved in aggression and threat management, essentially, 'am I in control, am I safe?', this region is involved in hormonal production, particularly testosterone, though also adrenaline and growth hormones." I turn to look at Steel. "Did you notice, in the videos, his sudden surges of strength?"

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I strain, trying to follow the Doc’s explanation. One thing I respect about him, he never talks down to you. But fuck me, I am not a bio chemist or a neurologist or whatever half dozen other kinds of specialities he’s got crammed into his brain. But I’m not stupid, either, and I think I’ve got the gist of it. His pain receptors are cross-wired with his pleasure response. Got it. And the stuff about his endocrine system, I think I start to see where he’s going, then I realize he’s asked me a question. Ahhhhh… I get it. I nod, “Yep. Not only in the video, but when I was fighting him, and while I was trying to rip his pecs off, he pulled the same stunt. So that’s because his endocrine system was …. Rewired?”

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: I suppress any visible reaction of keeping my patience; the man is trying, after all. "Yes, but more importantly, it was rewired twice." I point again to the small, dark regions. "While we have observed him experiencing pleasure in circumstances of pain, we have not observed surges in his physical strength and aggression. That is because, I believe, those connections were subsequently interrupted, as indicated by this microscopic scarification. That aspect of his enhancement was dispensed with. I believe their cross-connections were influenced by his native identity in ways they did not predict. Carter is clearly gay, sexually drawn to strong men like himsef, and I suspect interpersonal power dynamics play heavily into his sexual desires." I turn back to Steel. "My guess is, where they intended to create a man who'd not only ignore pain but would grow stronger within his absolute physiological limit the harder he had to fight, what they instead created was a man who became increasingly predisposed to sexual subservience in the face of a man sufficiently strong and aggressive. Based on your report from your encounter in Chechnya, Carter should have been able to prevail handily in any of these three confrontations… if he had truly wanted to."

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: My brow furrows, trying to untangle Doc’s unfiltered speech. Damn, after spending a few more sessions like this, I ought to be awarded an honorary doctorate. “So they tried to create something like the Hulk, but ended up creating the ultimate muscle bitch instead? All because they were practicing don’t ask, don’t tell? That is some truly fucked up shit they are up to. But wait, you are telling me that even though they undid his … muscle bitch wiring … he still lost to me during our encounter in Chechnya because he wanted to? Because he saw me as Alpha to him?”

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: "No, I think he lost to you in Chechnya because he was exhausted and wounded," I said, allowing my voice a note of dryness. "With respect, Agent Steel, I am not certain you'd prevail against our specimen in his current… configuration, were he fresh and uninjured. But the point is, those men shouldn't have even come close. Other than perhaps their raw strength, I doubt they come close to Carter's combat skills." It is a pity, really… Steel is a very intelligent man, in his way… had he bent his educational efforts to science instead of, as seemed to be the case, stubble and weight lifting, he could be a peer. Of course, had he done so he'd not be so… intriguing a physical specimen. "Did you notice, in those videos, the pectoral muscle obsession? I think Carter's natural fetish played heavily into the situation, as well." I allowed the glee of solving the puzzle, of controlling the condition to play on my face in a wolfish grin. "Carter has a subservience button, Agent Steel, and I believe I can reconnect it."

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I winced, at least he did say with respect. I replayed his conversation, and realized my mistake, assuming that when he mentioned Chechnya and the fact that he could prevail in any of these confrontations, he had included Chechnya. But he was referring to the three examples from the videos, and excluding my encounter with him. Well Steel, I told myself, try to keep up! Goddamn, this Doc’s brain moved like a hummingbird. I ignored his little jibe, then felt my jaw nearly want to drop as I heard his last statement. The obsession with his pecs was no surprise, but the last bit, … “You mean… we could rewire him? Turn on that subservience behaviour? FUCK Doctor… the possibilities…. But… ethical considerations aside… would that break through his conditioning? Would it make him finally submit?”

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: I was so genuinely puzzled, my eyebrows raised of their own accord. "Ethical considerations? He has information you require… what else is there to consider? But, yes… though it will take time to prepare, I am confident I can restore the connections. The way Carter responded to those men, I've no doubt a man of your…" I felt my gonads stimulated as I studied the mercenary commander… "considerable presence and authority will put him in his most cooperative mental frame. To be clear: as you point out, it seems unreasonable to assume he has not been subjected to more conventional methods of mental conditioning, given what else has been done to him. Whether making him desire to grovel at the feet of your masculine power, as it were, is enough to override such conditioning and make him freely share accurate intelligence remains to be seen."

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I think it over carefully. This is some seriously fucked up shit. To mess with a man like that… I don’t like it. I’ll leave that kinda shit for the Yanks. They seem to go for it. But… we need to know what we are facing. If the Yanks start fielding more of these amped up super soldiers, that affects me. Affects my men. I lost 20 good men… 20 good men to that fucking wanna-be super hero. I can’t afford not to do it. As for the good Doc’s question about ethical considerations. I ignore it. The Doc has an IQ of about 200 or some shit, but an EQ hovering near 0. It’s not worth my time to explain ethics to him. I respond, mind made up. “Do it.”

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: Decision made, I turned to leave the Doctor to his work. With a curt nod, I turned and strode out of the door. Time for work. After those fucking commandos had forced us to scrub the weapons shipment during that little fracas on board the cargo container ship, the Star of Tripoli, the Syndicate was all over my ass to prevent a repeat. My guess was the Yanks and the Brits were teaming up to put an end to the Syndicate’s weapon smuggling business. Fuckers. They didn’t understand, demand creates supply. Even if they managed to take out the Syndicate’s operations, it would only mean someone else would step up to meet the demand. It was all so fucking pointless, all the sickening political games the big boys like the US and UK played with people’s lives, all while painting their motives as ‘virtuous’. Whatever. Their motives were all the same, to protect their hold on power. Just their way of trying to take a pile of shit and painting it rose-colored, and peddling it to the masses as a rose. What a lot of bollocks. I shook my head in disgust. Just give me some hot beef, a nice little fight, and a fuck. This other shit just made my head hurt.

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I had decided long ago that humans were gonna fight their shitty little wars over their ‘causes’ and ‘ideologies’. It was all the same to me, fighting for democracy or communism or religion or whatever reason people decide to kill each other over, it was all balls-out crazy batshit. I couldn’t stop it. And certain men were going to be born to fight. Like me. Like Ivan. Like so many of my men. The thrill of combat was in their blood, and for some of us, our balls as well. I couldn’t control it. But what I could do was give those men a home, a community, a family where they didn’t have to fight for any of those crazy crusades, but just fight because that was what they were born for. Help them feel valued doing what they love, without the crazy bat-shit ‘causes’ that fucked with men’s heads and made them somehow think that their ‘cause’ made it all right to treat their enemies like dogs instead of men. Yeah, I killed my share, beaten and fucked, even tortured, my share, but every single one of them was a man, a man that I had happened to get the better of. Not an insert-your-favorite-dehumanizing-slur here. If you had to convince your men that your opponents were subhumans in order to get them to fight, then you had no business leading men in my book. Fighting for the love of it, getting paid for it, and leaving all that other bullshit behind, was in my opinion, the sanest outlook of them all.

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: Which brought me to my current dilemma. The Syndicate was riding my ass about their warehouse in the outskirts of Belgrade, which they used to manage stock for their weapons trade with the more unsettled regions of Eastern Europe. After the fiasco onboard the Star of Tripoli, they were paranoid. They wanted us to review the security arrangements at their sites, and they were spooked in particular about the warehouse in Belgrade. In order to soothe their ruffled feathers and to keep the money flowing to the Brothers of Steel, I had to take this job myself. But there was another horn to this dilemma.

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I made a promise to my men upon joining the Brothers of Steel that we would do our utmost to protect and defend not only them, but their families back home. It was why so many of them served so faithfully. And just now, one of my longest serving officers, a man from a small Ukrainian mountain village, needed help. A mudslide had taken out a shit ton of his village’s homes and ruined their fields. Those fields were their livelihood. . I’d been organizing a relief party to help the villagers replace their homes and repair their fields, when the Syndicate demand, worded as a polite request, had come in. I was going to send Ivan to lead the relief effort, but now I had to select a new officer. Ivan was needed here.

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: Because of our prisoner… Mr. Sam Carter. Our guest was a dangerous and resourceful man. There wasn’t anyone else I trusted to manage the delicate situation. Ivan, of course, would want to go and deal with the situation in Belgrade personally. He was still furious that those two commandos had infiltrated his ship and managed to escape, killing several of the men under his command in the process. Hell, he’d carry a burn scar between his shoulder blades for the rest of his life to remind him of it. That’s exactly why he wasn’t going. He would take this too personally. I grinned. Time to have a head to head with my favorite Russian strongman.

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02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Well, fuck. 'Nother day,' nother dollar. 'Cept of course, I wasn't exactly makin' bank in my current situation. Oh, I'd healed up well enough from Scruffy McShithead's playin' torture games at the pec playground… fella knows how to put some hurt on… but that's really the point. Ain't seen him since and it's been days. Near three weeks. Here I am, strapped up on this damned frame, tubes up my ass an' on my dick, gettin' fed the world's worst protein shake through another tube at regular intervals… and nothin'. No more interrogation, no torture, no demands… hell, even the medics who come in from time to time barely say two words. They draw my blood or strap an electrode down on a new patch of my naked body, and nary a word. I think they're probably under orders not to talk to me. They mostly seem scared of me, which is smart of 'em, even if I am clamped down to a metal table with metal restraints too burly for me to bust. Except this one little fella… thinkin' he's the guy in charge of this little science project… that creepy little shit ain't scared of me, or maybe anything. But, they do talk to each other some. And once in a while I can get two words outta one of 'em, though most of the time when that happens I don't see' em for a couple days and when they do come back in the room they don't even make freakin' eye contact. The folks in charge must be keepin' a close eye.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: So, I'm mostly listenin' to 'em talk to each other… that's how I've learned that Scruffy is called Derek Steel, works for some outfit called The Syndicate, and their main goal with me is figurin' out how I tick. Well, good luck with that… if any of these eggheads were smart enough to work that kinda shit out they wouldn't be here workin' for some trashbag merc. I've learned Steel is away dealing with some issues elsewhere. I've learned I'm somewhere a few miles outside Sevastopol, and that nobody who wasn't born around here much likes the food.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: So, nothin' to do but wait. Wait until they gimme a moment. Wait until they fuck up.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Once a week, more or less, they gotta change my hydration IV to the other arm. That means unclamping one wrist, reclamping it, then doing the same on the other side. I've never made a fuss because what am I gonna do with one forearm free, except get shot or tranqed or tased until I go out and wake up even more restrained.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Except today, it's Enrique, the little Puerto Rican medic who touches me longer'n he needs to, looks at my strapped up body with a boner in his shorts an' who tends to get handsy. He ain't never talked to me so he ain't gotten sent off and sternly talked to… I've been able to get a whispered few words in here and there, and boy have I made eyes. As he's put his fuckin' hands on my body like I ain't his fuckin' prisoner I've flexed for him, looked longingly at him… an' today, while he's gettin' my IV out, he happens to be standin' next to me where my now free left hand can juuuuust touch his rock hard little dick through his pants. I look at him, pleadingly… "Please, Enrique. Please…" please be a dumbass right now. Please think with yer freakin' dick.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Bless his horny, sexual assaultin' little heart, he sure 'nough unclamps my upper arm, so I can get a good grip on his ragin' hard cock. I reach into his pants, fondle that little dick, gently cup his balls while lookin' deep in his eyes, an' then my fist closes around 'em, fast an' hard. He starts to shout but I tug before he barely makes a sound, shake my head… he looks terrified. Good. "You make a fuss, I'll crush yer little nuts into paste, boy. Now, real calm like, yer gonna undo the other clamps ya can reach." Sure 'nough, he does, and manages without pissin' himself. Now only my right ankle and wrist are secured. So far, I figure what's gone down has gone unnoticed… unless someone is riveted to that camera, which seems unlikely after weeks of me layin' here doing nothin', I figure this just looks like the medic doin' medic-y stuff. But that's about to change. "You should learn to keep yer hands to yerself, fella." I crush my grip down, hard, big forearm flexin'.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: His scream is pretty brief, he passes out from the pain almost immediately. I sit up hard, and immediately my body floods with endorphins, offsettin' the pain and stiffness of being strapped down for weeks… I unclamp the last two restraints an' now my naked ass is free!

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: It was a bitter pill to swallow, but despite my request to lead the detail to inspect the security arrangements at the Belgrade warehouse, this was not Belgrade. This was the current base of operations for the Brothers of Steel, just outside Sevastopol. Derek had argued that I had not yet fully recovered, both physically and mentally from the … affair … on the Star of Tripoli. Derek was not one to ‘sugar coat’ his opinions. And I respected him all the more for it. Perhaps he was right. Physically, though, I felt ready for duty. Emotionally, I still felt the loss of the men under my command at the hands of that brown-headed American commando and his blond British friend most keenly. The emotion was rage, coupled with a strong desire to rip their nuts off and shove them up their asses if I ever got my hands on them again. The third-degree burn between my shoulder blades still ached at night, but I welcomed it. It reminded me never to underestimate my opponent.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I shuffled through the duty roster, frowning. The detail that Steel had taken with him, as well as the relief detail we had sent to that village in the Carpathians, not far from Rakhiv, had drained our manpower. Filling out the duty roster was going to be difficult. Hmmmm… especially with the need to keep a very close eye on our ‘enhanced’ American guest. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy the chance to go head to head with him. I am always seeking new challenges. And what man trained as a Spetsnaz doesn’t want to test himself against America’s finest?

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: As if the universe were listening to my thoughts, my radio buzzed. The duty security officer spoke quickly but professionally. I rose from my desk immediately. Wearing my combat boots, black BDUs and a simple black t-shirt, I grabbed my tactical belt hanging on a hook beside my office door, and checking that I had my Glock and my taser. Strapping it in place as I ran, my massive frame, 293 pounds of hard, hairy muscle, battle-forged in the Spetsnaz, barrelling down the hallway. I speak sharply into my shoulder mounted radio, “STATUS!”

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I listen to the report delivered in crisp tones. I reply, “He must be recaptured ALIVE. Do not use lethal force except as a last resort. Is that understood?” I listen to his startled question. “DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT engage him at close range. The guards are to use their tasers. And ask Dr. Wiles if he can prepare something to put our American guest to sleep.”

02:46 Squad_Leader_Josef_Braum: I ran along the hall, my taser held out in front of me, my squad mates scattered out behind me. They were scared shitless; fuck we were all scared shitless. We had heard what this American beast had done in Chechnya. He’d plowed through 20 men. But being scared shitless was part of our job. You simply did what you had to do regardless. What made it more terrifying was the order not to use lethal force. Fuck. Tasers it was. At least we weren’t expected to go hand to hand with that murdering mother fucker.

02:46 Squad_Leader_Josef_Braum: I turned my head quickly waving to the right and left, ordering the three men in my squad to spread out, so they didn’t accidentally fry each other. I could taste the fear in my mouth as we waited, guarding one of two possible corridors that lead out of the secure holding area.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Ain't a chance in hell that I'm gonna fit into little Enrique's clothes… I shit bigger'n him. He's still out cold. Quick search of him and around the room gets me nothin' useful, 'cept his access card. Alright, then, off we go. I swipe the card through the door sensor and it mercifully unlocks. I step into the hall.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Whenever the medics mentioned getting a meal, or a snack, they talked about going "up to the mess hall," and a recurrin' feature of secure facilities os that less secure places like the mess hall tend to be kept between the most secure places, like where ya lock up yer supersoldiers, and the way out. Blessedly, these mercs seem to keep their hideouts up to code, so I follow that has the little stairs sign pointin' that way. No alarms but it'd be reckless to think they ain't already onto my getaway, so I clear every corner as I consider what they're gonna throw at me. My instinct is that it won't be bullets… they've already gone to enormous trouble to take and keep me alive. But, there's plenty of ways to get taken out that don't involve bullets.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Not sure how big this place is, but… shit. Yep. A quick peek around the next corner tells me I found the stairs… also found four burly mercs, tasers at the ready. 'Least I know they ain't out to blow my head off. Four tasers. Fuck. I grin, my dick already gettin' hard. I charge out round the corner…

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12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: I replace the telephone receiver to its cradle, sure Usov was disappointed to hear I could not be of immediate help. Carter's metabolic and endocrine enhancements made tranquilizing him problematic, at best. Rapidly and acutely rendering him unconscious via a gas or delivered dart would likely require such a large dose of most conventional drugs that permanent damage or death from respiratory shutdown or stroke was severely risked. I turned my monitors to the security feeds. It should be an interesting show. I began to consider contingencies in case Usov failed…

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02:46 Squad_Leader_Josef_Braum: Suddenly, my hackles rise, and it’s everything I can do not to piss myself. The American’s head peeks around the corner, and I bark, “HOLD FIRE!” to my men. I shout into my radio, “WE HAVE CONTACT, BOTTOM OF THE EAST STAIRWAY!” Then, the massive American suddenly springs around the corner. FUCK ME. He’s bigger and scarier than I believed possible. And he’s stark naked, his massive erect cock swinging back and forth as he charges us. Thickly muscled, his muscles have muscles. I’m not a small man, considered one of the strongest men in my unit when I served in the German army, but this massive beast feels like a force of nature. And he’s… he’s grinning. I shout, then, grimly determined.“FIRE!” All four of us take aim, and fire our tasers in unison. There is nothing like too much overkill for this bastard.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Suddenly, the radio explodes with activity, as Josef reports contact at the bottom of the east stair. Grimly, I turn right at the next junction, dashing through the mess hall, the doorways leading down to the secure holding area, and the east stair, just beyond it. The off duty men who were sitting down to lunch when the alarm was raised, had already started to scramble, heading back to their assigned posts. No big sirens for us, each man received individual instructions as needed through his radio. But they turned and gaped, some of them scrambling madly to get out of my way as I barrelled through the mess area, leaping over a table in my way like an olympic athlete in my heavy combat boots. There was NO way that freak was breaking free on my watch.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: FUCK! I've took the load from plenty electric fences, been hit with two tasers before, but four?! My muscle LOCKS, fire screams along my nerves an' I'd be howlin' if my lungs could work. FUCK. I drop to one knee…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But it's MY BODY. I say when it moves! Ain't enough electricity in the dammed world to stand up to my balls! That bastard Steel tried to own my pecs with electricity and I got plenty of practice makin' my muscle obey ME while gettin' fried… just then, my body BLASTS loose with the good stuff, feel my dick twitch an' spurt, and I fucking STAND UP! They're plum emptyin' their batteries into my muscle and I'm FUCKIN' BEATIN' 'EM! MOVIN' FORWARD! Precum spurtin' from my huge dick… "Oh… yeah… gimme… more…" the batteries empty, and like a flash I close the gap to the closest merc, grippin' him by the throat, heavin', knocking his head against the wall with a crunch. Ain't sure if he's dead or just out but he crumples. I release him an' turn to face the rest…

02:46 Squad_Leader_Josef_Braum: If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes… I wouldn’t believe it. It was… impossible…. 1 … 2 … 3… 4 tasers… all of our tasers solid hits. He drops to one knee, but he shouldn’t even be standing. He should be writhing on the floor in a puddle of his own piss and drool. Instead, his teeth are clenched, his muscles are shaking, fuck so much muscle.. Then, he stands up. One of the men slightly behind me gasps, and we all see it. How can you not? His FUCKING COCK stands out stiff as a flag pole and starts to spurt precum. I scream into my radio, “TASERS ARE INEFFECTIVE. TARGET REMAINS MOBILE… HE’S WALKING TOWARDS US. FUCK.” I shout to my men, “FALL BACK!” Then suddenly the batteries on all of our tasers emptied. Oh fuck me now.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: As I plow across the mess hall, I hear screams coming from the radio, men under heavy stress. Josef is a solid man, dependable, strong, a good squad leader. He doesn’t panic. I knew it was serious from the tone of his voice. Tasers were ineffective, were they? Shit. I ran harder, shouting back, “DO NOT ENGAGE. I REPEAT FALL BACK. I AM ON MY WAY. FALL BACK.” The doors to the top of the stairs were just ahead of me.

02:46 Squad_Leader_Josef_Braum: I watch in horror as the American super soldier grins, and leaps forward grabbing Marcos off to my left by the throat, and smashing his head against the wall with a sickening crunch. Well past the point of pissing myself now, there is only one thing left to do. I charge forward, just as I hear a massive crunch from above at the top of the stairs. I reach forward, focused on one thing, saving Marcos. I scream, “MAN DOWN. GET A MEDIC.” I grab his foot and desperately try to pull his quivering body away from the reach of this demonic American super soldier.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I bust through the doors like a meteor, taking the stairs three at a time, calling out to the squad, “FALL BACK YOU IDIOTS! FALL BACK AND REGROUP. WAIT FOR ME!”

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I'm expectin' to get mobbed 3 on 1, but either these fellas had heard what I did to their comrades in Chechnya or me nuttin' my way through their tasers scared 'em shitless, 'cause two of 'em don't even move and the third just grabs his buddy where I dropped him. Which suits me fine… I may have kept my feet and gotten a full shot of the good stuff, but it also feels like somebody dipped me in acid just before makin' me sprint 800 meters… I'm suckin' wind, tryin' to shake it off… just need a couple minutes…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: That's when the biggest damned Russian I ever seen in my life busts through the door at the top of the stairs. I can tell he's Russian 'cause I hear him order his men back… hell, thanks. I'll take 1-on-1 over 4-on-1 any day.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: This has gotta be Ivan Usov, Steel's lieutenant. The medics only mentioned him in the kinda hushed whisper a fella uses when he don't know if a man's gonna kill him fer lookin twice. This is one tough dude… in the opinions of some scrawny medics, anyway. Goin' on three hundred pounds, by the looks of it, rock solid, well-aged beef with just enough scars to let you know he's made it through some shit. "Howdy, Comrade. You must be Ivan. I'd be much obliged if you'd step aside."

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12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: Having discarded drugs, it didn't take long to realize the clear path: oxygen deprivation. Whatever else has been done to him, his base metabolic function depended firmly and solely on ATP oxidation, and he would be rendered unconscious as quickly as any other human if entirely deprived of it.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: Unfortunately, the ventilation system in this building was not designed to be so tightly controlled… at least, not in every room. Glancing at the cameras and noting the subject was still on the third sublevel, I considered what else was on that floor. Accessing the security controls application from my computer, I sealed all the doors near Usov and Carter which didn't lead in the direction I wished them to go. Then I punched the intercom PA. "Usov, steer him down the south corridor. Also, I suggest you clear the floor."

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02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I hit the landing, and pause, catching my breath. I eye the situation carefully, noting Josef pulling Marcos out of range of the All-American hero. His other two squadmates, following orders, arrange themselves on either side of me. As I carefully walk down the stairs, not taking my eyes off the American, I help Josef get Marcos up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, I bark sharply, “Get him to the infirmary Josef. We’ll take care of our Yankee guest.” Josef nods, and makes his way up the stairs trying not to jostle Marcos, who is still twitching and bleeding on his shoulders. The other two men look nervous, but determined as I stand up, and turn my full attention on our prisoner.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: When I first laid eyes on him, his breathing had been laboured, his movements slightly uncoordinated. But now, only about 20 seconds later, his breathing was steadying. My eyes narrowed. I had the reach and the height and the weight on this bastard, but I knew that he was far from ordinary. But there were three of us and one of him. Then, Wiles spoke up over the radio as I had taken the first step forward. Fuck.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: It looks like I was going to get my wish anyways. Well, I won’t deny that I didn’t appreciate the challenge. Steel had taken him, and so could I. Although… Steel had taken him after he’d plowed through 20 of our best, and been battered and stabbed. This American was fresh. I didn’t know what Wiles had in mind, but I could only assume that he knew what he was doing. I gave the order behind me, sharply, “Fall back to the mess hall, NOW.” as I started to enter into the zone, awareness heightening, muscles relaxed, yet held ready, falling into a battle stance, eyes taking in the scene of the incredibly muscled American super soldier, his cock swinging, dripping precum with a shit-eating grin on his face, confident and in command even after undergoing some of the most brutal torture I’d ever seen done to a man. And he was healed already. Well, one good thing about Wiles' plan whatever it was, it would deny this muscle freak the chance to kill any more of our men.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: The two squaddies looked stunned, uncertain about leaving me to face this beast alone, but they obeyed, and soon the sounds of the doors above being closed echoed down the hallway. I smiled then, this would be a chance to make up for the shame of my failure at the hands of that brown-haired American and his blond British companion. This American was not getting by me. I shook my head, finally responding to his polite request. “No. I’m not going to step aside. Instead, I think I will,“ I crack my knuckles, and grin, the battle lust surging through my body, my cock starting to stiffen in anticipation of once more entering the zone, “beat the fucking shit out of your over-muscled, freakish, shit-for-brains American ass.” Keeping in mind the junction to the south corridor was about 10 feet behind our American guest, I moved forward, arms raised, muscles rippling, straining the seams of my shirt.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Well… probably too much to hope that'd work. The big man moves forward, and I close the gap fast. Wherever that creepy ass doctor wants me to go… I'm sure it were him on the intercom… well, I definitely don't wanna be goin' that way! So I close in, firing hard punches from my hips, big fists drivin' through crosses an' hooks… as soon as I'm in range, I change levels… but I ain't lookin' to shoot. Naw, I got my eye on the purty purty toys on his belt, a sidearm an' a taser. He ain't about to let me undress him, and supersoldier or not he's gonna put up quite a fight, so as I get to grips with him, pressed up against his hard body, feelin' the heat of his muscle through his uniform, I grip the taser. Twistin' it inwards right there on his belt, I unload it into his side, feelin' my body pump another shot of the good stuff as the current rips another fiery path along my nerves.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: The American beast moves forward, firing some seriously heavy crosses and hooks. In the zone, on the top of my game, changing levels to dodge a hook here, eating a cross on my bicep there, FUCK he moves fast and hits hard, feeling the power behind those blows, like being hit with a hammer. Pain though, is nature's way of reminding you that you are alive. Then, suddenly he drops down low, and I growl, expecting a take down attempt, ready to stuff it and unload my own damage. But instead, he goes for my tactical belt, as his beefy naked muscle collides with my hardened muscle, locked in a firm battle stance to keep control of my centre of gravity. Instinctively, I drop my hand to cover my pistol, immediately considering the pistol the greater threat, but he doesn’t go for my pistol, but my taser!!! FUCK.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: As my hand rushes down to seize his wrist, he twists it in place and fires it, while our bodies are still locked together. That was INSANE!! He’ll get zapped as well. Then I remembered… oh right, it doesn’t quite have the same effect on our guest. AWWWWWWWWWWWFUCCKK I’m locked tight suddenly, unable to move a muscle, sharp threads of pain shooting up and down every single nerve. I … HATE … GETTING … TASED.. Even as I fight to endure the fire locking down my nerves, I can see the American freak grin, and his cock actually twitches with pleasure.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "...nnnNNNGGGYYEAH!" I bellow as I drain the battery into him, feeling my muscles spasm an' my balls churn up. FUCK, but nothin' makes me feel more overpowerin' an' dominant than takin' shit other men's bodies just can't stand up to!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: It hurts like a sumbitch, though, and I'm sweatin' buckets as the charge finally spends and I dump his big, twitchin' body to the floor. Fingers fumblin' as I try to pull his sidearm, I end up snaggin' his belt… thank heavens he had his safety on or I'da done shot myself… couple seconds of tryin' to free it up an' I snarl, big hands grippin' and big biceps flexin' an' I just RIP at it, bustin' the shitty plastic buckle, rippin' the whole belt an' holster free, tearing his pants clean down one inseam… looks like ol' Ivan likes goin' commando. Fuck, look at that thick Russian manhood!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I stagger up, finally pullin' the tattered cloth an' leather clear of where it snagged the hammer, toss it, and clear the safety. Leaving him on the floor behind me, I walk back towards the stairs…

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12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: I give some of my attention to noting that, via unoccupied corridors and the other three stairwells into the sublevel, the remaining personnel have evacuated. Good… while my plan will not work if the affected space is too open or ventilated, it may be something of a variable when the moment comes, and while I have no personal feelings in the matter, Steel would doubtless look with displeasure on excessive ancillary casualties. After the last of them cleared, I sealed the remaining stairwell doors.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: The bulk of my attention was given to preparing the trap. I had considered trying to find some way to remotely trigger a fire, but that would be difficult to control both in timing and scope… so instead, I pulled up the fire suppression systems control and began exploring diagnostics functions…

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02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Helpless, my teeth locked together as my nerves are aflame, the current finally runs out. I HATE GETTING TASED. Isn’t my first time, but although I can learn to recover from it faster, it never hurts any less. But no matter how fast I can recover, I can’t recover as fast as this freak. My muscles twitch as I fight the paralysis, C’MON IVAN. GET CONTROL OF YOUR BODY. GET FUCKING CONTROL NOW. He grabs my belt, his movements still clumsy, trying to get my glock. FUCK. He tugs hard, the bastard is strong enough to rip my belt free, tearing the inseam of my trousers, exposing my freeballing cock and balls as he rips my trousers in two, each pant leg separated. Just as I begin to feel my scrambled nerves recover, he frees my glock from the ripped remains of my tactical belt, freeing the safety. Well Ivan. This is it. Not exactly how I wanted to die, but sometimes, we are not given a choice. Then… he turns his back on me, and heads towards the stairs.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Stunned by my good luck, I man up, driving my will through to regain control of my misfiring nerves. He’s moving cautiously, not sure what is waiting for him. I have no idea how good his hearing is, but I can move as quietly as the best of them when I need to. And now is such a time, if ever there was one. Taking a few moments to check in with my body, to ensure I’ve recovered sufficiently, I pull one of my legs up under me, moving silently, careful not to make a sound. I get my other leg under me, then wishing fervently I had a combat knife, I step forward, the ripped, torn trousers of my BDU’s bunched up around my ankles.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Luckily, the soft whir of the ventilation system should cover any small noises I might make. He’s halfway up the stairs when I reach the bottom step. A deep, burning rage is boiling in my guts, the humiliation of being tased by this freak, of having my sidearm taken, then to be dismissed as an unworthy threat. The rage propels me as I leap, my thighs exploding with power to drive my 293 pounds of enraged Russian muscle into the back of his knees like a thunderbolt.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I didn't miss the loud CLICK of the electronic lock engagin' a couple minutes back, so as I climb the steps my attention is on the door… looks heavy… maybe I could bust it but it's gonna take time, might be faster to bypass the lock… I'm sure ol' Enrique's badge has been locked out by now… didn't see an ID badge on Usov, because of course nothin' can be easy… maybe he came down too quick to grab it…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I hear a scuff behind me, start to turn but it's already too late, my knees get PUNCHED from behind and buckle, I go down tryin' to control my fall to go up the steps but strong hands are already grippin' me… I go ass over teakettle backwards, givin' up my grip on the Glock so I can have both hands free to control my tumble… it goes clatterin' away across the floor, outta the fight fer now…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: It takes more'n a fall down the stairs to rattle me, an' I roll back over my shoulder an' come to standin' facing the big Russian, but now I'm PISSED. Mostly, at myself for bein' careless… first in leavin' a threat behind me, boy I sure thought he was down for the count, and also for not payin' good attention to my surroundings… but also, I'm plenty pissed at him for makin' this escape harder than I'd like it to be. I square up. "You are becomin' a pain in my backside, Ruskie!"

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: As I drive my shoulders into the freak’s knees, he falls backwards, rolling over my body. I brace myself, my powerful arms and hands grabbing a hold of the staircase as his muscled body tumbles down my back, then down the stairs. I heave up, turning, fighting to keep from tripping over the tatters of my trousers, my stiff cock full of battle lust proudly erect. I slide down the stairs, reaching the bottom just as our Yankee super soldier regains his footing, squaring up.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I chuckle at his choice of words, sliding my left boot forward, keeping my eyes and guard focused on my foe, not about to underestimate him again. “I guarantee you will have a pain in your backside by the time I have finished with you.” I drive forward, leading with a heavy right cross, my thick tricep rippling with power, driven by my determination and fire to conquer this American bastard at any cost. My left smashes forward in a series of driving jabs, while my right boot surges forward to plant itself behind the Yank’s left, driving forward with my left jabs in an effort to send him sprawling on his ass.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Usov comes in hard, flurrying punches with speed, power, and precision… guess there's somethin' to all them medics bein' intimidated. Ain't like I can't box though, I slip the jabs and take the crosses on my guard, his fists makin' meaty slaps at my big biceps and shoulders… FUCK!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: He manages to step in and trip me as he's drivin' forward an' I go down. I reach out as I do, though, managin' to snag his tattered pant leg… the connection lets me pivot as I go down, swinging my hips out to his right like I'm tryin' to play inverted guard. I plant my left foot into his right hip to post and PULL on that pant leg, tryin' to bring him down next to me!

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Not only is this All-American soldier freakishly strong and addicted to electro torture, he’s a very skilled fighter. I’d heard the reports of course, from Derek and the men who survived his assault, but it is one thing to read about a man, and another to experience him firsthand. As I trip him, he grabs the tattered remnants of my right trouser leg, posting his left foot against my hip, no doubt trying to bring me down. But there is 293 pounds of battle-forged expertly trained Russian Spetsnaz muscle that has other ideas. My stance is solid, my left boot swinging back as soon as I see the threat, planted solidly, my center of gravity dropping down to plant my body firmly like the legendary immovable object.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: There is a ripping, tearing sound as the distressed trouser leg disintegrates. Suddenly, resistance unexpectedly removed, his body jerking back holding onto a tattered piece of cloth, I see my chance to strike while the American hero was temporarily off balance. My right hand grabs his foot dug into my hip. With a grunt of muscle I push his left foot up and off my hip, then kick forwards with my heavy right combat boot, looking to bury the steel toe deep into the meaty hamstring of his exposed left leg.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: DANGIT! Momentum carries me back as his pant leg tears off, practically rollin' onto my shoulders… I feel a strong grip on my ankle, "OOWW!" I bark as his boot connects… that's gonna leave a hell of a bruise!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: On the floor, up on my shoulders, an' my only connection to my enemy is his grip on my ankle. Time fer some fancy BJJ. I shoot my right foot through the space between our bodies, my instep hooking against his right hip. Now I've got two connections, and that's enough to twist clockwise on my shoulders, turning to face him in an inverted guard. My hands shoot out to grab his right ankle and I yank my body to him… I can't fully secure the knee bar position because he's still holding one ankle, but all that means is I haven't closed off all the escape routes. But when I move my right leg to clamp his, my calf up against his beefy hammie an' my big foot pressed against his taint, that's plenty enough brace for my hips to lever HARD against his knee and give him somethin' to think about! If I'm lucky, I'll just blow his knee up, an' then I can leave him behind and get outta here…

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My boot sinks deep into the back of his hamstring with a meaty thunk, that’s going to leave a nice bruise, even for a super soldier. I growl, preparing to sink in an ankle lock, let’s see how fast he moves with a broken ankle, when the American freak shows off his grappling skill, twisting his thick muscle, inverting his guard, putting my right knee in danger of getting barred. I shift my weight to my back foot, then considering and dismissing several counters, I go for the move that they don’t teach you in BJJ class, but one that you learn to use to great effect during hand to hand on the battlefield.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My left hand shoots down, to grab hold of two nice, big, juicy targets, conveniently dangling within arms reach. I go straight for the mother-fucking American hero’s nuts, and HEAVE up, even as he braces his hips and tries to blow my right knee out. But with my weight mostly transferred to my back left leg, I only have to hold for a moment.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I lever fast and hard, I'm gonna break this bastard’s knee right off- "AAAHHH!!" Just as I feel the tension of the bar snap into place and begin hypertendin' his knee, agony erupts in my balls… my body dumps another massive endorphin shot, and either way I can get into a little cbt… but this big Russian's grip is savage, an' endorphin rush or not it fuckin' HURTS and my body's instinctive need to curl up an' protect my manhood overrides all else!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: One hand grips his wrist, my thumb DIGGING savagely into the soft underside, trying to force him to release his grip as my other hand PUNCHES into his balls! All I want to do now is roll away to stand up and get some space, some distance…

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Just as my hand gets a firm grip on our prisoner’s sperm factories, I feel him lock down hard as my knee starts to hyperextend, venting the sharp pain in a long, low whistle, channeling it into my grip on this Yankee’s manhood, twisting and PULLING. His rod doesn’t soften though, but at least the pressure releases on my knee. No permanent damage, but it is not going to be 100%. He reaches up to grip my wrist before I can rip his nuts off, stabbing his fingers into my tendons, forcing me to release.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Grunting, I feel his fist slam into the inside of my left quad, realizing that I just blocked a punch aimed for my balls. I step back, yanking free of his grip, even as he rolls away to make space, keeping an eye on the south corridor’s position relative to us.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My balls're throbbing hard as I stand up, an' not in a good way… but I'm also feelin' pretty good right now, thanks to the ol' juice, thanks Project Hero… I can see I at least tweaked his knee, a bit… which means, I'm guessing, he ain't gonna be able to keep up with me… my time is better spent gettin' outta here than dickin' around with ol' Ivan. With a grin and a wave, I turn and run off down the corridor to my right.

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12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: As I pick my way through the fire suppression system diagnostics, I keep one eye on Usov's progress. As I expected, he is proving unable to subdue Carter, but I am surprised he's able to engage the subject and perform so well. Perhaps Usov himself merits further study.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: I sigh… the function I need to perform is simple, but the system simply isn't equipped, from a coding perspective, to accept a diagnostic input and produce a live response. I will need to write the subroutine myself. As I begin, I see on the monitor Carter charge away from Usov… down the south corridor. Convenient. I seal every door in the hall, and the double doors at the end… leaving only the door near the end of the hall, the one leading back west, into the server room, accessible.

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02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Gonna need to find me another stairwell, I'm guessing… but maybe there's an underground garage? I wonder if-

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "OW!" My thoughts get knocked clean outta my head as I barrel into a double door, hip smashing into the crash bar as I aim to press right on through, and it don't move a lick. I SLAM bodily into the unmoving door and bounce clean off, gettin' knocked back on my ass. Well, that's gonna leave a mark…

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Growling as he waves and grins, turns and runs off. But… then my growl turns to a smile. The idiot headed down the south corridor. I take a moment to tear off the remaining trouser leg. Working rapidly, I rip off two strips, and bind one just below and just above my knee, working them tight enough to give some support to my tweaked knee, but not tight enough to restrict the blood flow. I flex the knee, then nod, and take off down the south corridor. The south corridor isn’t too long, and as I turn the corner I’m in time to see that freak bash into the crash bar at a dead run. The sight of his massive muscled frame hurling backwards to land on his ass brings a smile to my face. I advance at a run, testing my improvised knee brace. The knee is tender, but I find a manageable pace that eats the distance quickly.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Luckily, he nearly knocked himself senseless, and super soldier or no, isn’t immediately springing up to his feet. Thinking quickly, I tear my shirt off as I run, needing a weapon. I roll it up, holding it in both hands springing forward as I bring my improvised weapon down to wrap it around his throat as he tries to scramble up.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "...oowwww.." I groan, tryin' to pull myself together… brother but did that suck. Then I hear booted feet pounding down the corridor, and adrenaline floods into me like fire, like a wave startin' in my low back and spreadin' out… I sit up quick, but he's already on top of me, fuck I must've blacked out for a few seconds… instinct brings my hands up to cover my head, forearms shielding the top of my skull ad I try an' scramble up an' suddenly my head an' arms are wrapped up, a length of cloth wrapped under my pits and around my head, yanking down on me!

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My bare, thickly muscled, hairy torso is streaked with sweat, and it suddenly strikes me that I’m nearly as naked as the prisoner. Not that it bothers me. In fact, the air feels cool and pleasant on my big nips. My arms bring my rolled up shirt down quickly as he instinctively raises his arms up to protect his head, I get the improvised noose caught under his armpits. Well, that’s not going to choke him out, but it’s going to give me a very excellent point of control.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: The material of my battle top is tough, and we are about to see how tough! I grunt, my arms flaring with power as I pull my hands together behind his wrapped up arms and head, yanking him backwards, the tough material wrapping tight around his impressively thick triceps, his face, and the back of his head, while I drive my left knee up, aiming it like a piledriver right for the big beefy American’s kidneys, not holding back.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "HRAGH!!" Fire blasts out along my nerves an' muscle again, again startin' in my back, but this time instead of my adrenal glands dumping it's just fuckin' agony blowin' up in my kidney… my system tries to pump another endorphin shott, but it's not had time to recharge an' this is BIG pain. I crumple, 245lbs of solid, limp muscle draggin' down on this big Russian bastard who's 'bout to choke the life outta me… except he won't, he'll keep me alive and I'll be strapped back down on that fuckin' table again, helpless… NOT. FUCKING. HAPPENING.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Desperation and my embattled endocrine system DRIVE my muscle to MOVE, and I whimper with rage through the pain… tied up good, facing away, I do the only thing I can think of… my thick abs FLEX and I rip myself up and over, like I'm doin' a toes to bar rep… maybe I'll land my fuckin' big ol' cock an' balls right in his face an' I could crush his head between my quadzillas… maybe he'll fall over an' I can take HIS back… maybe I'll just get clear of this damned rope or whatever he's got. But it's the only move I got.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Fuck yes. That American bastard felt that; the sight of his huge muscled frame slumping in pain makes my cock twitch. I move to tighten my grip on my shirt, keeping his arms tied up tight, as I line up another blast with my knee to his back, when the freakish American crunches up with NOTHING but his core strength to swing his big legs right up towards my head!!! FUCK!!! The power required for that move…

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Grunting, his momentum carries his thick legs up towards my head, and also twists him out of my improvised noose, but improvisation on the battlefield is my specialty as well. I grunt, letting go of my useless noose, sliding my left leg back, my boots digging into the corridor floor. I drop my level just as his huge legs swing up, into an improvised split squat, then blast up, and off slightly to one side, bringing my left shoulder right up under his crotch, feeling those sweaty, hairy American balls and his thick manhood munched up against my bare shoulder. I wrap my arms around his back, jamming his face into my abs, my thick pecs and nips driving into his own abs. Then, grunting, making my left leg do the majority of the work, but still feeling pain shoot through my right knee, despite the improvised brace, I surge forward, carrying 245 pounds of solid American super soldier muscle balanced over my shoulder, leaning into my surge, adjusting my position, looking to SMASH the small of his spine, right over the kidneys into the crash bar of the tightly sealed door.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I feel the big man's weight shift as I pull, I'm ready to deal with what attack option this lands me in.. but it don't land me in none because the huge bastard CATCHES me. FUCK. Can't help it, my dick gets harder… fuck, but that's some hot muscle power!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I feel him start to charge, that can't be goo- FUCK. The door! He's gonna fuckin' bodyslam my ass! No idea how long I got but it can't be more'n a few steps so I just reach between those thick pumping Russian muscle thighs and grab a handful of Bolshevik ballsack, crushin' the shit outta his huge bull balls!

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Committed now, about 550 pounds of muscle in motion, physics taking over, when suddenly I let out a HOWL of agony. My big, hairy Russian knobs are suddenly screaming at me in outrageous, nauseating pain, radiating out from my man hood in shockwaves. THE GRIP on this American bastard is unbelievable!!! But then… Impact!!! 550 pounds of massive, unstoppable combined muscle slamming this super soldier’s body into the crash bar of the tightly sealed door, all that force directed right at his kidneys. I’d be gloating about it, if I wasn’t fighting to keep from puking my guts all over him.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: BOOM! I wanna howl with pain but the wind is knocked… naw, SMASHED outta my lungs, an' all the sound I can make is a pathetic, wet groan… sweet baby Jesus but I'd swear we dented the fuckin' door…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: We crash to the floor… separating, sprawling… the pain in my low back finally fully registers as I raggedly refill my lungs an' now a I do holler… the kinda mewlin', pathetic sound I've heard from men gettin filled with my huge dick, but the sound I'm makin' right now ain't half pleasure. Sweat drenched from effort an' pain, I turn over, see Usov right there, on his back… I crawl over, rear up an' smash an elbow down on his head, the effort makin' me holler again, an' I kinda flop after I hit, my nervous system choosin' that moment to take a break…

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: The impact from the slam is jarring, as the force rips through the big American and into my body, causing me to drop him and stumble backwards. Finally, at last, he releases his hold on my crushed nuts. I collapse flat on my back, shaking and quivering, fighting a war inside my head to get a handle on the outrageous pain that demands I puke up my guts.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Letting out a low groan, cradling my balls, rolling slightly from side to side, I’m only half aware as the freakish Yankee crawls over towards me. The effort and will required is enormous, but I force myself to let go of my throbbing nuts, and bring my arms up to protect my head. Only just in time, I cover my face as the Yankee rears up and smashes his elbow down towards my head, I catch the point of his elbow on my forearm, but the impact crunches my arm against my nose and the side of my mouth, busting my nose up so it starts bleeding, and cutting my lip. I shake with the impact, letting out another groan of pain. I taste my own blood, and realize that if I don’t force myself to move, then this freak will get a second chance to kill me, and I don’t think he’ll pass up the opportunity again.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I force myself to roll over, towards him, and it’s my luck that he is flat on his front, his thick, muscled ass globes quivering in time with his body as it jerks and twitches spastically. I heave my mass over on top of him, wedging my knees on either side of his hips, trying to block his mobility, my abused and throbbing cock and balls wedged up tight against his quivering ass globes. I drop down, planting my left hand square in the middle of his shoulder blades, trying to hold the beast in place, blood dripping down onto his back from my busted nose and lip. Then, diving into the middle of the agony threatening to incapacitate me, embracing it, I drive the point of my right elbow down, my attack focused on the one part of his armour I seem to have managed to breach, right into the kidneys. Grimly, going to fuck him up so bad he’ll be pissing blood for a week, super soldier or no.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: GET THE FUCK UP, MARSHALL, GET YOUR FAT ASS OFF THE GROUND YOU ARE NOT GOIN' BACK ON THAT GODDAMNED TABLE SO HELP YOU GOD! Groanin', I plant my hands, startin' to push myself up, when I'm crushed back down under 300lbs of pissed off Russian! "BAAW!" I bleat, back spasmin' as he pounds an elbow into my abused kidneys… "...no…" NOT GOIN' BACK ON THAT TABLE!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Desperate, my whole body on fire, I PULL IN with my lower body… hip flexors an' glues an' hamstrings flexin' HARD, my knees drawin' up along the floor, at the same time my pecs an' shoulders an' big ol' triceps FLEX and blast against the floor… my back is fuckin' SCREAMIN'... I surge up under the huge bastard, like I'm doin' hell's own weighted burpee… he dumps off an' I manage to get to my feet on sheer momentum alone… I turn to face him, PUNT a kick into his ribs hard as I can, but nothin's firin' right just now, I can feel it's not exactly fifty yard field goal strong… I stumble back against the wall, gaspin' an' whimperin', I HAVE to put this bastard down…

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12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: I keep one eye on the fight as I code, years of discipline allowing my genitals to enjoy the spectacle of aggressive, combatant male flesh on display, my hard dick leaking into my trousers, while my logical mind remains undistracted from its coding work. Usov is not merely surviving the fight but is putting Carter through his paces most admirably… Usov definitely warrants further scrutiny.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: There, that should do it. I initiate the code compile… ideally, I'd reinstall the entire control application, but I'm not sure the combatants will both survive that long, so I'll need to place the subroutine directly into the application's bin directory and hope no function calls are broken by the presence of a new file. "Usov, you may now bring him to the server room," I say over the PA.

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02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I’m focused on reloading my elbow to keep on pounding his kidneys to mush, the agony in my balls slowly subsiding, helped along by the sheer thrill of abusing this over-muscled freakish Yankee super soldier. My cock actually starts to stiffen again.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Then, suddenly, the entire fucking length and width of his amped up, over-muscled freakish body surges up, throwing me off to the side like my 293 pounds of Russian muscle was nothing but a piece of paper, I can actually feel the muscles up and down the length of his back, glutes, quads tighten and flex as I’m tossed off. FUCK.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I land hard on the floor, and quickly roll to my front, starting to push up, my eyes bugging out of my head as I see he is already on his feet. He kicks me in the side, knocking me over, the shockwave of the impact sending a deep throbbing pain through the thick lat muscles slathered over my ribs, but nothing is broken. Except maybe my pride. I start tasting fire in my brain as I watch him stumble up against the wall. Just then, I hear Wiles voice over the PA system, informing me as calmly as you please that I can now bring him into the server room. As if he were just some neat little package ready for transport instead of 245 pounds of insane, freakish, amped-up American super soldier. Yes, Wiles. I’ll get right on that.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I get my legs under me, and with a roar, I spring up, practically into his face. Leading with my left knee, aching everywhere, I man up, cocking my right fist on the way to unload a terrific uppercut aimed at his left ribs, following that shot with a right uppercut seeking to dent his muscled left side, then finishing with a knee strike to blast his balls back up inside his body.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My tired body despairs as I watch the big Russian stand, even as my mind is screaming at it to MOVE, to FIGHT, to fuckin' END this bastard… I shoulda killed him when I had the chance, not even sure why I didn't 'cept it didn't seem necessary… but it ain't too late, I know he's got orders to take me alive, but I ain't got no such orders… but as badly as I want to break his fuckin' face in, the pain and muscle spasms twitchin' and tweakin' through my body from my back makes it all I can do to face him and try to get my guard up… "... hrk!... HRK!..." Gruntin' as his big fists hammer home into my armor abs…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "BAAWW!" OH MY FUCKIN' GAWD… agony rips outta my pulverized balls, and then RIPS again a heartbeat later as the endorphins PUMP and my abused balls, already loaded with cum from all the endorphin and pleasure rushes, churn up again and it's like the worst case of blue balls you can possibly imagine piled up on the pain of gettin' yer balls caught in a punch press. I try… I fuckin' try to MOVE, to FIGHT, but my body won't listen, it's like somebody cut Pinocchio's strings and I pitch forward onto the big man, almost limp, gonna puke any second…

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My combo rips into this fucking American bastard with brutal force. My own dick gets a bit stiffer, the pain finally starting to subside in my own bruised babymakers. And when the punch drunk Yank slumps towards me, I don’t hesitate. I grab his left wrist with both my hands, spin around, pulling his arm over my shoulder, and BASH my naked butt right up against his crotch, tighten my abs, and HEAVE forward, looking to judo throw 245 pounds of prime American super soldier beef right over my shoulder with extreme prejudice on the hard corridor floor, deliberately and savagely holding onto his wrist at the end of the throw in the hopes of fucking up his shoulder.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I feel myself gripped up… feel his naked body move against mine… yer fuckin' kiddin' me, seoinage, while belt judo time… but executed with black belt proficiency and, anyway, while I know half a dozen or more counters my body won't do a goddamned thing right now… my back screams an' my wind gets blasted outta my lungs again… my head cracks the floor seein' stars an' my shoulder feels tweaked… FUCK… get up Mason GET UP…

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My dick twitches, at the sight of all that American muscle bashed hard to the floor, twitching, groaning and gasping, taken down by the most simple, yet effective of moves. Now, it was time to put this freak in his place. I dropped down, driving my right knee onto his right bicep with a grunt of satisfaction, then I drop my left knee down to the floor, and slide it under the rounded, thick muscle of the Yankee’s left shoulder, levering him up slightly.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Then, settled in place with a sweet head mount, my thick, bruised balls and my rock hard dick smothering the super soldier’s face, I adjust my grip on his left wrist, quickly releasing my left hand, threading my arm through his elbow, to grip my right wrist. The kimura now tightly locked in place, I heave up and back on that arm, the muscles in my arms and shoulders swelling with power, blood dripping from my nose and mouth, as I forced the arrogant fucking piece of shit up onto his side, mashing his face even tighter against my cock and balls as I worked to rip his trapped left arm to pieces with a great deal of satisfaction.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "MMMMPPPHHH!" I try to snarl, to howl with pain an' rage, but my face is smothered in thick hard cock and hot, sweaty, musky, fleshy balls, heavy and pumpin' so hard I can feel his pulse, half fillin' my mouth when I open it to shout… He's got it locked up, damned good… my back is still spasmin', throbbin', my balls still knots of agony…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I think about just bitin' his fuckin' balls off… but it might not drop him 'fore he kills me. An' he could… goddamn him, but enhanced Marine or not, he was the better man, 'least today. I shoulda fuckin' killed him when I had the chance. I could take him, I COULD… but I couldn't today. And he's about to ruin my fuckin' shoulder, Jesus, but it hurts! He's ordered to take me alive… I don't wanna go back on that fuckin' table, I don't… but if I keep fightin', he's gonna kill me. And that'll end any chance to escape. End any chance to get info on this outfit back to Project Hero. End any chance for revenge.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "MMPPHH! AAHSBMIT!! AAHSBBMIIIT!" Feelin' like I'm gonna puke from shame, I mewl my surrender around his huge, dominant, hairy balls as my shoulder slowly gets closer and closer to breakin'...

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Muscles tense as I bend that arm and shoulder back, my cock throbbing, starting to leak pre-cum onto the American’s square jaw as he squirms. Then, suddenly, the sound of his submission vibrates up through my balls and my dick. I snarl, speaking through my labored breathing, “THAT’S RIGHT YOU SHIT FOR BRAINS OVER MUSCLED YANK! YOU WILL LEARN TO SUBMIT!” Then, shifting my stance slightly to move my cock and balls up, out of range of his mouth, needing to be sure that he wouldn’t pull some kind of last ditch heroic stunt, I pulled the arm back even further, until I heard a POP from his shoulder.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My rage rears up again at his words, someday I'm gonna put this tough bastard through a fuckin' wall. Then his balls pull outta my mouth with a wet slurp. "Go fuck yourseAAAGGHHH!" I feel the dull POP as my shoulder dislocates but it's so much worse hearin' it… my endocrine system PUMPS heroically an' my balls CHURN which still hurts an' my dick THROBS to full, precum spurtin' hardness, the juice dump is so big… but none of that actually eliminates the pain. "AAAAHH… nngggaah… I s-s-submit… I fuckin' SUBMIT! AAgghh…"

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I snarl down at this over-muscled fucked up American hero, “FUCK YES YOU SUBMIT. Consider your shoulder a bit of an insurance policy, to ensure your good behaviour. Maybe next time you will think twice before underestimating me, you moronic, worthless piece of American crap.” I decide right then and there that some further punishment is required to make sure our American hero learns his lesson. Punishment for him, but a reward for me.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I lift my right knee up off his right arm, growling in a voice as hard as steel, “Now, you over-muscled, shit-for-brains Yankee excuse for a soldier, you are going to get up on your feet, very carefully, without any heroics or tricks. I’ll be holding your arm the entire time, and I won’t hesitate to fuck your shoulder up, rip your arm off, and beat you with it, if you give me even the SMALLEST excuse. HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR?” I carefully start to lift up, keeping the kimura locked in place, but backing off the pressure so as to avoid further injury, controlling that thickly muscled arm and fucked up shoulder, applying just enough pressure as I lift to force him to scramble up after me. I’m watching like a hawk, my chest heaving, my hair matted with sweat, feeling aches throbbing all over my massive frame, blood dripping from my face. Go ahead, I thought silently, give me an excuse to rip your arm off. My cock is standing out as proud as a Russian flag at full mast. My balls boiling, surging at forcing this amped-up American super soldier to submit to my superior Russian muscle. The precum was flowing, dripping down onto the American’s face as I started to stand. I was so looking forward to where I was going to stick my rod once I had him up to his feet.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "Ow!... OW!!" I bark sharply every time the sadistic fuck tugs hard on my blown shoulder. My face smeared with his precum, my mouth filled with the taste of his balls, my guts churnin' with the nausea of havin' surrendered to this tough piece of shit…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall:
Deep in me, rage burns hotter than the damned sun… the less injured you are, the sooner you heal, the sooner you can make 'em pay… the less injured you are, the sooner you heal, the sooner you can make 'em pay… it's running in my head on a loop. I manage to climb to my feet, gruntin' an' barkin' every time he yanks on my arm.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I adjust my grip on this freak’s arm, converting it from a Kimura to a traditional hammerlock. Then, planting one hand on his good shoulder, I twist and shove him forward, my muscles surging, bashing his 245 pounds of fucked up muscle face first into the wall beside the door to the server room. I force my weight right up against his back, and slide my right arm around his neck while holding his busted arm in the hammerlock with my left. I shove my hairy, hard muscled torso right up to his back, my dick, slimy with pre-cum slipping up into the crack of his ass.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I murmur in his ear as I move my head up beside him, “Not quite the tough all-conquering badass one man army that your reputation made you out to be. Nothing a properly trained Russian Spetsnaz couldn’t handle. You most definitely made an impression in the minds of our men though. They are scared shitless of you. But after I release the security footage of me beating and fucking your conquered American ass, they might get a boost to their morale. The things I do for our troops...”

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: To myself, I’m thinking, well if Dr Wiles wants this bastard in the server room, then he’ll get him in the server room…. With my dick ripping his ass up as I deliver him. Then, I put my slimy cock at the entrance of that hot conquered All-American ass and force my way in.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The less injured you are, the sooner you heal, the sooner you can make 'em pay… I grunt as my pecs thump against the wall… it takes EVERYTHING I have to keep my brain in charge of my body as I feel 300lbs of dominant muscle press against me an' that gloatin' voice starts in my ear… busted shoulder or not, I wanna tear into him… but also he's huge and strong and hot as fuck, and all the dumps from my endocrine system got me crazy horny… the less injured you are, the sooner you heal, the sooner you can make 'em pay… "AAAWW!" I feel his thick cock at my hole, pushing in, fuckin' violatin' me… no, NO… the less injured you are, the sooner you heal, the sooner you can make 'em pay…

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I tensed my glutes, then looked up towards the security camera on the ceiling, flexing my arm around the bastard’s neck to turn his face up towards the camera as well. Then with a deep groan of satisfaction, I shoved my thick cock right up his hot American ass crack in one long, strong, hard driving thrust, forcing my Russian dick deep up to the hilt, my sweaty balls slapping up against his ass. I groan in his ear, ”FUCK, boy, your ass is tight… you are a very, very hot piece of fuck meat. Such a shame you are such a stubborn bastard...”

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I get myself into a nice rhythm, loosening that tight ass up, flexing my thick bi as I’ve got it wrapped around my prisoner’s neck in time to the thrust of my cock. Then, when I’ve got my cock settled in, I heave back, dragging my conquered American fuck meat off the wall, turning, and slowly, step by step, each step forward punctuated by a long driving thrust of my cock up his tight, hot ass, I steer him through the doorway towards the Server room, and use his big, fucked body to slam against the crash bar, and open the door. We were both hit by a blast of cold air, but I welcomed it, starting to work up a savage sweat from fucking this American bastard silly.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "... hhnng… oohh… f-f-fuck.." the less injured you are, the sooner you heal, the sooner you can make 'em pay… rage and shame are knots in my guts… rage at this gloating beast dominatin' my body, first in fighting and now in fuckin', rage at myself for not takin' him out when I had the chance… shame at not bein' strong enough, good enough to beat him anyway, shame for how I'm gettin' treated now…. shame for how hard my dick is. I'm so horned up… can't help it, that's what happens when my system works against pain this hard… and so help me that thick, demandin' cock might hurt like the devil but it's also bashin' my prostate… I wanna fuckin' kick him in the nuts but my dick is drippin'... the less injured you are, the sooner you heal, the sooner you can make 'em pay…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: A blast of cold air hits as he fuck-marches me into… a data center? What? My brain has a corner to spare to wonder why he didn't just shamefuck me right there in the hall… rest of me is ate up with rage, shame, and godawful horniness.. "uunn…"

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I speak out loud then, well aware that Dr. Wiles can hear me over the security monitor. “All right Doc, one battered, bruised, beaten and royally fucked American super soldier delivered to the server room as ordered. Now, why don’t you sit back and enjoy the show as I finish this bastard off. And take a close look at his cock…” I grin, looking over his shoulder, and down at his erect cock. “I’d be willing to bet my next month’s salary that I can make this American fucker empty his nuts without even touching his dick. Clearly, what he’s needed all along is a right proper fucking by a bigger, better, stronger man.” Then, turning my prisoner around so the security camera gets a nice view of our American’s hot muscled chest, torso, and of course, his dripping flagpole standing to attention as I hammered his fucking prostrate with my dick, doing my best to rip him a new ass and rape his cum right out of his big, sweaty, juicy balls.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Shame… rage… gawdawful horny… the less injured you are, the sooner you heal, the sooner you can make 'em pay…
won't fight back right now, be smart, be smart… but somehow this big bastard's declaration manages to sting on top of everythin' else happenin', and here is a battle it IS safe to fight right now. I clamp down on my horniness, an' clamp my muscled ass down on his thick cock. No way, NO WAY I'm givin' him my load! I'm gonna milk this fuckin' Ruskie!

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: MMMmmmmm…. I can feel a shiver go through my Yankee fuck meat as I finish my declaration. I grin, my balls boiling, as I feel his ass tighten hard around my cock. Feels AMAZING. Sending a jolt of pleasure right up through my nuts and spine. I growl in his ear, “That’s right you Yankee piece of fuck meat. Give it to me, tighten that ass around my thick Russian cock.” I slip into a faster rhythm, the urge to spew my Russian seed deep up his ass building. I grunt, my cock head smashing up against this muscle bitch’s prostate almost non stop, while summoning up my own reserves of iron self-discipline to hold back my own rising cum, wanting to make this last, to savor every stroke. This has got to be the HOTTEST conquest fuck I’ve ever had the honor to deliver.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "... uuhhnn… uunngg…" My body is still firin' agony down all my nerves but it's gettin' washed out by the risin' tide of cum an' horniness, my endocrine system pumpin' to cope with the pain an' helped along by that thick, dominant bull cock… no, NO! Ain't gonna give him my load, ain't gonna give him the satisfaction! Sweat pourin' off us, the stink of hard worked muscle and man musk fillin' my nose, my balls churnin'... "uunnn…." NO! I start buckin' back, drivin' him deeper… I ain't gonna surrender my load, I ain't! OH GAWD!

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Groaning with delight as he starts bucking and twisting, pushing back into me, helping me drive my dick in harder and deeper. My balls are boiling, I could shoot at any minute, but I intend to make it last as long as possible. Grunting into the Yankee bastard’s ear with moans of pleasure, my right hand loosens the choke around his neck just enough to stray down his thick pecs, wanting to feel these famous mounds of muscle for myself. FUCK, that is some hot, hard, Yankee muscle… and it’s all mine now. My hand strays to that nip, grabs it and starts twisting it, as I pound that super soldier’s prostate so fast and hard, the friction of my cock is starting to heat up his ass.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Huge, thick, conquerin' Russian muscle ownin' my body, inside an' out… "... uunngg… f-f-fuck.." NO! NEVER! AIN'T GONNA GIVE UP MY LOAD, I'M GONNA HOLD GONNA WIN THIS ONE! Now his big hand is workin' my nip, my overfull balls sloshin' up more cum.. "oh… g-g-g-gawwwd…" GOTTA HOLD IT, GOTTA WIN THIS ONE, GOTTA WIN SOMETHIN', PLEASE GAWD PLEASE LEMME WIN SOMETHIN', PLEASE LEMME WIN THIS!!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "... n-n-nnNNOOOOFUCKOHGAWD!"! I fuckin' howl, sobbin' with despair an' pleasure as that monster thick Russian cock commands my load from my boilin' balls, defeatin' me even in this. I wail again as my painfully hard dick keeps gushin' out blast after blast of thick hot cum…

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My dick is smashing deep into him, as I ride that fine edge between savouring every moment of my conquest fuck and holding myself back from exploding. Then, I feel him tense, and start to howl in a voice tinged with desperation and pleasure, and looking over his shoulder my eyes go wide in shock as I see him actually blast out rope after rope of thick cum, it keeps coming and coming, blasting nearly 7 feet across the room to splash up against the perforated metal door protecting a rack of servers.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My own self discipline disrupted by the spectacle of our prisoner cumming buckets, I groan, tense, then drive my dick in to the hilt, and unload my nuts in a series of explosive releases, flooding his conquered ass with thick, rich, creamy blasts of prime grade Russian seed. I gasp shuddering as my abused balls give up their last drop. The pressure inside his ass is outrageous, and I feel some of my seed seeping around the edges of my cock to drip down his ass. Then, I tighten my right bicep back around his neck, angling the blade of my forearm right against his carotid, guessing that super soldiers probably weren’t immune to a blood choke. I whisper in his ear, “Fuck you.” Before I begin to put the pressure on.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: NOOO! NO!! My load keeps surgin', even as I feel that bastard’s cock throb in my ass an' my guts just about swell with hot Russian cum… no… couldn't do it, couldn't hold out… fuck… but I'm alive. I'm alive, ain't too badly busted up, an' they still got nothin' outta me. I'll hold, an' I'll find my way out, an' someday, someday… I'm gonna make 'em pay…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Then I feel that huge arm tighten, instinct wants me to fight it, but I fight instinct… heal up, wait for your chance, Mason… you ain't beat yet, you ain't… I can feel my tears hot on my cheeks as my body whispers to my brain that it's a fuckin' liar as blackness closes in.

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12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: The code finished compiling some time ago, and I worked the keyboard one handed to insert it into the directory as my left hand handled my brutally throbbing erection, sweat practically steaming off my body as Usov THRASHED and dominance-fucked Carter. Quite the show… what a specimen Usov is! I'll need samples from him, as well as Carter… I very much doubt Steel would compel his lieutenant to comply with my curiosity, though… as I watched Usov seed and choke out Carter, I tapped the keyboard.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: My new subroutine was simple; it took a diagnostic test input from the thermal sensors in the room, which I'd just triggered in testing mode, and fed it into the response module as though it were a real input. As far as the system was concerned, there was now a fire in the server room.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: The doors sealed, and the HVAC system locked the vents off, isolating the room, and forcefully began pumping the air out, whilst simultaneously pumping pure nitrogen in, starving the fire… and the occupants of the room… of oxygen. I would need to get down there immediately, to collect my samples… I allowed myself to cum, enjoying the sensation as I touched the intercom PA. "My apologies, Commander, my trap seems to have malfunctioned. But don't worry, you'll be fine, we'll have you out of there momentarily." Then I called down to the operating theatre. "Prep for surgery. Mr. Carter is getting his upgrades back."

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02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: My cock remains firmly lodged up my conquered American super soldier’s fuck hole, still rigid, not yet softening, as I tighten my right arm around his neck. I ponder whether or not to give him a second fuck after I knock him out. His ass was one of the tightest I’ve ever encountered.

02:46 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Finally, I feel the last of the tension drain out of his body. Yes, confirmation indeed, not even a badass American super soldier was immune to a blood choke. I chuckled, starting to loosen my sleeper when suddenly, I heard a noise. I looked up, in time to catch the sound of the lock bolting into place on the doors. What the fuck?? Then, I heard the noise and felt the pressure as high powered fans began blasting air through the vents. I was about to ask what the fuck was going on when Dr. Wiles' voice sounded over the PA… A mistake… I felt annoyance and rage start to bubble up inside me, but then… I felt strangely lightheaded…. Oh fuck…. I toppled forwards then, my cock still deeply embedded up his fuck hole. He smashed face first onto the floor, with me right on top of him. The impact drove my cock deeper up his ass, and forced more of my seed to squirt out of his ass, around the edges of my dick. Then, everything faded to black.

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14:46 AgentDerekSteel: Finally, I arrived back at base. I heaved a deep sigh. What a fucking shitstorm Belgrade had been. But, while it might have been a shitstorm, it was one that had rained a bit of good luck, nonetheless. A juicy tidbit that I couldn’t wait to share with ‘Sam Carter’. I’d lost a few more good men, and that meant having to write letters to their families, making arrangements to ensure they would be taken care of. Never a duty I looked forward to, but never one I shirked. I squared my shoulders, and reviewed the list of things I had to take care of before I could hit the hay. First, I needed to catch up with Dr. Wiles. He’d been quite insistent that I meet up with him as soon as I returned. Second, I was going to have a small, brief reunion with … ‘Sam Carter’. I chuckled to myself. Oh yes. I was.

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: Third, I needed to catch up with Ivan. I’d had a brief report about a ‘disturbance’ on the base while I was up to my neck in the Belgrade clusterfuck. Now Ivan would have his chance to tell me all about it. He’d sounded decidedly smug in his initial report, and when Ivan was smug, well, I figured that was good for me, and not good for whoever had been on the other end of Ivan. I looked forward to finding out more. And fourth, well, fourth involved a very generous slug of Russian’s finest vodka. Oh yes it did.

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I strode into Julian’s office, my boots ringing off the hard floors, squaring my shoulders, and mentally rallying my brain cells. I’d need everyone of them, as I always did, whenever I ‘engaged’ in conversation with our brilliant, brainy Dr. Wiles.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: The fruits of work well done, are always satisfying. I sat in my office, looking at such a crop on my computer screens… on one, the latest results from Carter's post surgery MRIs, EEG, and bloodwork. Attempting to induce neurological connectivity and signaling is a tricky and chancey business, but in this case the paths had been created, I merely needed to reopen them. By the time Carter was healed of his surgical trauma and injuries from his escape attempt, he should be ripe for triggering. Upon another screen, the analysis of Usov. Most fascinating. Curiously, he seemed to have naturally developed less acute versions of some of the aspects of what had been done to Carter… it made me wonder; are there notable, replicable commonalities at the molecular, hormonal, and neurological levels amongst humans who are exceptional fighters? This seemed a likely origin of whatever project produced Carter… more likely than someone simply making extreme experimental modifications to a person.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: I was pulled from my thoughts by the sound of boots entering my office, and turned my chair to see… "Ah, Agent Steel. Welcome back. I trust your mission was a success? I'm sure you're here for an update, and I'm happy to report that the procedure to restore Carter's original modifications seems to have been a total success."

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I could tell right away that Dr. Wiles was in a good mood. Then he told me why. I still had mixed feelings about those ‘modifications’, but well fuck, sometimes a man has got to make tough choices. I blow out a sigh of frustration when I hear Dr. Wiles' question. “Well, let’s say that I have a few more letters to write, but the Syndicate isn’t going to cut us off from their payroll just yet. That is excellent news about … our prisoner's ... procedure. Let’s hope that proves to be the key we need to cracking that American bastard. The sooner the better. The Syndicate is on my ass about him, and the more we know, the better I’ll be able to figure out how much to tell them.”

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: "Indeed. Have you spoken with Commander Usov? He ismsomewhat annoyed with me… as you may know, Carter attempted an escape during your absence. One of the medical monitoring team failed to follow procedures. I have disciplined the man. Usov handled the recapture admirably, and no personnel were lost, though there were injuries."

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: My eyebrows shot up…. “Uh, no, I hadn’t spoken with Ivan yet. He told me briefly that there had been a disturbance, but not that our resident American hero had gotten free! FUCK. That could have been a category 10 shitstorm. And you are telling me that Usov recaptured him? How many men did Usov have with him? How many injuries were there? ”

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: "Carter withstood a quadruple taser discharge, assaulting and injuring one of four men engaging him. It was at this point clear that some containment measure would need to be improvised, which I began formulating and preparing immediately. Usov chose to dismiss the men, and attempt to lure Carter into my devised snare himself. However, against all expectation, he subdued Carter personally… Unfortunately, an error on my part in preparing the trap led to both Usov and Carter subsequently being rendered unconscious. Usov was… displeased." I allowed myself an apologetic smile. "He has not spoken to me since. "

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I sat down, stunned. Considering the implications. I mean, I knew Usov was one fucking tough-assed SOB. I wouldn’t want to face him in a balls-to-the-wall brawl. But…. he single-handedly took down the man who killed 20 of our men, and who I only just managed to defeat after he was injured and exhausted. I whispered… “FUCK ME. No wonder Usov sounded so smug when he told me there had been an incident.” Then, I looked over at Wiles. “An unfortunate error Doctor? You? Really? And here I was thinking that you were practically perfect in every way. Well, “ I stand up, clapping my hand on his shoulder. “Seems like you might be human after all.” I grinned, continuing, “Don’t worry about Usov, I’ll have a talk with him. I’m sure he’ll get over it in a while.”

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: "Yes, well… we all make mistakes."

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14:46 AgentDerekSteel: Well, that was the first item off the agenda, now for number two. And I was really looking forward to this one. I started to whistle as I strode down the hall. I headed towards the mess hall on my way to the East stairway, to pay a visit to our resident American super soldier. As I approached the doors to the mess hall, and went to push it open, I stopped suddenly. What the fuck was that? It sounded like the men were playing some kind of porno in there? I mean, I have no problem with it, but, usually, the men were a bit more private about it. I stride in, take two steps, then my jaw nearly drops. There, in front of me, the squaddies were sitting in a tight semi-circle staring at the big-screen TV. Suddenly, they started cheering. I looked again, to make sure I wasn’t seeing things… But no….

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: No… that was definitely Ivan on the screen… naked as the day he was born,fucking our American hero’s goddamn brains out. Then, the Yank started crying as his enormous rod started spraying an unbelievable blast of spluge across the field of view of the camera. FUCK FUCK FUCK. I was stunned, turned on, and then, I laughed. Everyone turned suddenly just as they were about to rewind it and watch the money shot again.

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: Ivan deserved a raise and a bonus. He had more than done his bit to improve morale! It’s really hard to piss your pants when confronted by a man who Ivan had fucked like a muscle bitch. I controlled my laughter, waving my hand towards the suddenly embarrassed squaddies, “No, no, carry on men! As you were.” Then, chuckling, I headed across the mess hall, and down the stairs.

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I entered my American’s torture room. My boots clicking on the floor, a wicked smile plastered on my face, I slowly walked around my boy, strapped down on his table. I leaned in over his face, smiling. “Hey, ‘Sam’, did you miss me? Sorry I had to step out for a while, but at least Ivan was around to fill in for me. The boys upstairs in the mess hall really seem to appreciate his efforts. I hear it’s become the number one show on the base.”

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Great… ain't enough I got whooped, fucked, an'... well, I don't know what they done. But I've recovered from enough surgeries. They did somethin'. On top of all that I gotta deal with this asshole again. "Wouldn't know. Don't matter. Y'all can keep me locked up here, or kill me… either way, ya ain't gettin' anythin' from me but trouble. An' when my people finally come callin', yer gonna wish you'd just handed that fuckin' warlord over." I can hear how tired I sound, but I'm too tired to care.

14:46 AgentDerekSteel: I chuckled, but my eyes, my eyes were hard as agates. I bend down directly into his grill. I catch his eyes, holding his gaze for a long stare. Then I speak up, “Now isn’t that an interesting coincidence? I mean, what are the odds that I'd run into your people? And guess what I learned? Your people aren’t coming for you, Mason. Oh no. They haven’t got a fucking clue where you are. Now, you rest up boy,” I stand up, patting Mason’s cheek in a friendly manner. “You’ll need your strength for tomorrow.. I’ve really missed you, and I think we’ll have a lot to catch up on over the coming days … weeks … months.” I chuckle, then turn on my heel and leave the room.

Published: 2021-02-11, viewed 66 times.