In the Line of Fire

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Abandoned. Ain't never thought of it like a feelin', before. But it is. I mean, I've been alone, plenty… been in tight spots, no backup… thought I've been done for, more'n once. But abandoned? Man, fuck Proj- Thanks, Hero! Yep. Ain't even allowed to think it. Discovered that a while back. Man, but they did a number on me. I mean, I knew that… but it all seemed good, even the mental stuff, makin' me stronger… I ain't so sure, now.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Ironically… well, I think, ain't sure I know what that actually means… somethin' the big brains at Hero thought they got wrong has been savin' my ass the past six weeks. Steel an' that creepy-ass scientist Wiles switched me back to how I was when Hero first did me up… I'm stronger, I feel… powerful. It got me into some spots of trouble, back in the day, but I've always thought it was a mistake to just take it away. I think Steel thought it'd make me weak. But now… that hot sadistic fucker Steel has tried, like four times now, to break my body, break my spirit, and he can sure 'nough make me howl. Now, amped up like I used to be, I just roar an' flex in his fuckin' face an' dare him to kill me, testosterone runnin' through me so hard I cum my guts out over an' over. He learned my name, somehow, in Belgrade, when he learned they weren't… weren't coming for me. But he ain't got nothin' else outta me. I'm about full healed up from the last go 'round, my huge quads barely bruised… I think he gave up on my pecs. That's right, you hot bastard, my pecs are FUCKIN' INVULNERABLE.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But, in other ways… it's been worse…

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01:09 AgentDerekSteel: My boots rang off the hard floors as I strode down the hall towards the Doc’s office. It took a lot to get me royally pissed off. An awful fucking lot. But today, I was royally pissed off. My men parted when they saw the look on my face, plastering themselves against the walls, snapping off salutes and trying not to catch my eyes. But they had nothing to worry about. I wasn’t pissed at them. I was pissed at two people. First, Mason. HOW THE FUCK COULD HE BE SO STUBBORN? And myself. WHAT THE FUCK WAS I DOING WRONG? I tried everything to break him open. Everything. More physical torture… four more brutal sessions, each one more creative and sadistic than the last. Though I sure as hell enjoyed each one, Mason hadn’t broken. In fact, he seemed further from breaking now then when we started. He roared, he howled defiance, and he refused to tell me a fucking thing. I punched the wall as I walked down the hallway, bashing in the plaster and leaving a hole. FUCK

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: This was important. I had to break him. For so many reasons. We had to know what we were likely to be up against in the field, if these new super soldiers began to appear in increasing numbers. Already, I’d heard rumours, solid rumours, of other American super soldiers starting to make their appearance. But, even beyond the greater strategic reasons for it, I needed to break him, needed to get through to him for personal reasons. He was just about the goddamn fucking strongest man, mentally and physically, that I’d ever met. If i was honest with myself, I had grown to respect him, and to like him, as well as get more and more attracted to that hot bastard every time he resisted me. He was one hell of a man. If I could only break through his conditioning… if I could just get him to fucking open his eyes, make him see that me and my men weren’t the fucking spawn of the devil that he’d been taught we were. Maybe… FUCK…

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I knew, from experience, that your standard soldier was taught to build a strict wall between us and them, it was part of the bullshit they were fed so they could do their job. If I could just find a way to break that wall down, to get through that bullshit conditioning… maybe, maybe I could find a crack. When I’d introduced him to the surviving family of some of the men he’d killed, their brothers, their children, their lovers, their wives, I’d thought maybe, maybe I’d started to crack through that “us vs them” mentality, forcing him to see that we were real men, with real families. But he STILL refused to talk, refused to yield. During the last session, I’d fucking torn his massive quads to shreds, but he had screamed at me and blasted out another load of his jism in my face. Hot as fuck, actually… but not what I wanted. Not what I needed. Maybe the Doc had an answer for me. Because I needed to try something different to get through to that fucking bastard. I strode into Dr. Wiles' office, smashing the door open so hard it nearly came off its hinges. My thick, hard muscle was flexed and rippling with tense power, and I clenched my fists, needed to break something, needing to release this anger. Then, I took a deep breath, then another, then a third. Calm down Derek, I told myself. Stay calm. There will be a way. There always is. You’ll find it.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: l could hardly miss Steel's entrance to my office, but my focus remained upon my work… I knew I'd done nothing to earn his ire, and contented myself as I heard his deep breathing that he sought to master himself. The puzzle before me kept the rest of my attention. On my computer screens were sets of physiological monitoring data from various sessions with Mason over the past six weeks. They told a story, were waiting to reveal a secret… I was tantalizingly close. I leaned back in my chair, still not having looked at Steel. Sometimes, it was useful to use a person as a sounding board, even if they have no expertise.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: "The strangest thing about this data is that some of Mason's strongest emotional responses have nothing to do with your sessions." I pull up a series of line graphs and point to various spikes. "He has reliable endorphin, dopamine, and testosterone responses to your torture sessions… inexplicably, it seems restoring his factory settings, as it were, has functioned exactly as the designers intended, despite your clear mastery over him. His subservience is nowhere to be seen." I minimize those charts, and pull up a new series. "That is not the oddest data, however. These are from sessions where he has met the loved ones of men he killed in Chechnya, and Marcos." While there was some very small chance Marcos' fatal stroke had been unrelated to his severe head injury at Mason's hand, Steel had chosen to leverage it. "As you know, travel arrangements had to be made in some cases, and these interactions were spread out into a few sessions over the past few weeks." I reduce the image sizes, then sort them by time, clearly revealing the pattern. "In the first few sessions, he has no meaningful responses, but in the latter sessions we can see severe reductions in dopamine, and elevated levels of serotonin and prolactin, which suggests significant sadness, empathy, and remorse… something happened, between these groups, either a shift in his own outlook or something he observed, to make him sympathetic and cause regret."

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02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: No, gettin' tore into by Steel ain't been so bad… dang, but he's hot, and strong, and standin' up to his torture makes me feel like a fuckin' superhero. Even the day I marched into that warlord's office, first laid eyes on him… woof. But, he's just a mercenary, a fuckin' piece of trash who'll do violence, cause harm, end lives for money, with no moral code… the kind of man to hire his muscle and skill out to a fella like that warlord. Just a trash merc, right?

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Only… I keep seein'... they brought in some folks, said they was the family and lovers of Steel's men I'd killed. At first, I hadn't cared, mostly 'cause I didn't believe 'em, but then I heard Steel with' em, out in the hall after one of these little meet and greets… the sound of his voice, the regret and responsibility… then, I found out he'd organized a relief effort for some village in Ukraine, doin' like UN task force, Army Corps of Engineers level shit because one of his men was from there. In all kinds of little ways, once I started lookin' for 'em, I could see it. The man cared for his own. An' I heard a couple of his boys talkin' at one point, one of 'em wonderin' why a job got turned down and the other explainin' that Steel wouldn't do it because it'd hurt some town full of poor folk, in fact he hired himself out to the other side.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Not just a trash merc. He has some kinda morals, and he looked out for his own… which is more'n I can say fer mine. That's about the time I realized, 'abandoned' is a feelin' you can have. Well, when they brought the next batch of loved ones in… that started to fuckin' hurt, in my heart. I felt regret. Real regret.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But it didn't change anything. I had my loyalties, and they were to more than just my own unit. Anyway, Project Hero had dug around my brain good an' plenty, not sure I'd be able to tell 'em anything they wanna know even if I thought it was right, thanks Hero! … fucki-Thanks Hero! Dangit.

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01:09 AgentDerekSteel: As I slowly calmed myself down, getting control of my rage, I listened closely to what the Doctor was saying. I nodded slowly. The data showed it, and my gut agreed. Although I trust my gut over Doc’s data anyday, it was nice to have confirmation. Mason wasn’t a fucking robot, he was a man with the ability to empathize. I still had no idea what had changed… why the first sessions with the family and loved ones of the men he’d killed hadn’t seemed to make a difference, but the later ones did. Maybe it was repetition? I didn’t know. But what mattered is that I might have the first crack, the first sign that maybe his “Us vs Them” conditioning was no longer air tight. It was a start. But it wasn’t enough, not on it’s own, to break him.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: So none of the torture sessions were activating that subservience switch that the Doc had rewired. Something… something was missing… but what. I sat back and thought hard, long and hard, replaying the videos I’d seen of Mason breaking down, going all muscle bitch with those three men. What was the key? It was something obvious… I’d clearly shown mastery over him, clearly demonstrated my strength and superiority. Then suddenly, I sat up straight. My eyes went wide. FUCK. I thought back to when I first had him strapped down, the first few days of his torture. That sense I’d had… I’d known. I ‘d known deep in my gut even before he’d been rewired… I recalled my own thought process, traveling back in time to when I had first started questioning him, to what I was feeling and thinking as I read his body language…

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: He was a primal animal. His identity, his confidence, his self-image was inextricably intertwined with his physicality. He drew the strength of his character from the strength of his body. It was indeed a magnificent body, I'll grant him that. My judgement was based on the end of our fight... When he realized that I had overpowered him, outmuscled him, outfought him, he'd lost control. He'd shot his load, lost his self-discipline. In short, he'd cracked. That was the key to the lock to get into this super soldier's head, to break him. I'd have to prove to him that I was tougher, stronger, better. I'd have to put my own body on the line against his. I'd need to test myself against him again.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: FUCK! I’d had the answer all along. I’d known it all along. It had been staring me in the face. I wanted to slap myself upside the head. I’d been trusting the Doc to work his magic on him so much that I’d forgotten my own insight. FUCK ME. The torture didn’t prove to him that I was the better man. That only proved to him that he could take whatever I dished out. It was the exact opposite of what we needed. I needed to put my body on the line against his, or there was no chance he’d crack. I opened my eyes and smiled at Dr. Wiles. Then, I spoke. “I know how to activate that subservience switch Doc. I do. Oh yes I do.”

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: It was risky as all fuck. He’d be fresh, not injured, not tired, not exhausted after plowing through 20 of my men. But Ivan had done it…. Yeah, Ivan had done it before Dr. Wiles had rewired him, made him stronger, tougher. But I knew, I fucking knew, I had no other choice. No other option. I squared my shoulders, rolled my neck, and looked over at the Doctor. “It’s simple. I need to let him out of his chair, and beat the holy living shit out of him. Man to man.”

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: Of course. How obvious. My satisfaction at a way forward through the puzzle of Mason warred with my irritation that it was Steel's insight… I would call it a lucky guess, but he has a way with men. "It's true, all of our previous observations of his subservient behaviour were during personal combat." I studied Steel. "You realize, of course, if his behaviour is not triggered, you will be in grave, perhaps mortal danger and we may not be able to intervene rapidly enough to save you without killing him. If anything, he is even more resistant to nonlethal intervention such as drugs or tasers than he was before. I suppose we could prepare the space in advance to execute an oxygen deprivation, as before, but there would be a risk he'd still have a window of opportunity to kill you before blacking out."

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I look over at the Doc askance, as if he were from the far side of the moon. Then, with a grin, I spoke up, “If you haven’t noticed Doc, in my line of business, the risk of death kind of comes with the territory. Do you honestly think that’s going to stop me?”

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02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I looked up as I heard the door open, but I already knew… only he enters like that, stridin' in like it's a great day. My dick starts to get hard, thinkin' 'bout what he's gonna throw at me next… oh, I ain't into torture, exactly, but I'm into standin' up to it. And I'll take torture over more disillusionment and guilt, any day. "Morin', sunshine," I say brightly. "You sleep that pretty little mouth of yers good? I'm gonna want it rested up when ya suck my dick, later." Just words, but strapped up on this damned thing, they're all I had to work with.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I enter our resident American hero’s home away from home, my boots striking the hard floor as I stride in. I’d got myself psyched up, physically and mentally for what was coming. This was gonna be for all the marbles. I walked around his table once or twice, my hands clasped behind my back, a thoughtful expression on my face as I looked at Mason real close. I let his banter wash over me, then I squatted down right next to him, and got in his grill, nose to nose, eye to eye.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: My eyes were hard, focused, determined, no sign of the usual shit eating grin that was my special calling card. “Mason. Your people aren’t coming for you. You know it, and I know it. They fucked you up, treated you like some crazy assed science experiment, and turned you loose without backup like you were some kind of goddamned super hero. They treated you like you were some kind of expendable resource. They abandoned you.” My eyes flashed with anger then, and my voice turned harder. “I swear to whatever god might be listening, the day anyone catches me treating my men like your people treated you, is the day I deserve to get a bullet between the eyes.”

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I let the silence stretch between us. Then I continued again, “You know Mason, when you and I first met back in Chechnya, when you killed 20 of my men, and I beat the shit out of you, you know what was top of mind? I’ll tell you. I wanted to find out what made you tick. How the hell you pulled off all that crazy super soldier shit. Why? Because I have a duty, a responsibility, to my men. To ensure they are as fucking prepared as they can be when they go out onto the battlefield. To give them every chance I can of coming back home. Here. With me. With their family. Their lovers, their wives, their children.”

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: “And that brings us around back to you, Mason. I still need and want to find out what makes you tick, how your people made you, where you came from, all that shit. But that’s not the only reason anymore. Nope. It’s not. Because, you mother fucking stubborn piece of shit for brains, you DESERVE BETTER.” I scream this last line in Mason’s face. “You don’t fucking deserve to be abandoned by your people like garbage. Yeah, you killed 21 of my men. That happens when men fight. I don’t hold that against you. I think I’m starting to pound into your goddamn thick rock skull that we aren’t just numbers, we aren’t just faceless bags of meat to be mowed down. We are men. Men with families. Men with friends. Men fight, men die, men kill each other. Shit happens. But we are men. I don’t forget that out there. And somehow, I don’t think you are going to be forgetting that again either. And that brings us back to you yet again Mason. You are one helluva fucking fine man. Yes you are. And you deserve better. So I’m going to do better by you.”

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I stand up and back off, and bring my boot up on the side of Mason’s table, and undo my bootlaces, starting to take my boot off. First one, then the other, as I keep speaking. “You are a real tough, stubborn bastard. Hot as fuck. But boy, you need to learn to surrender. Because sometimes it’s the right thing to do. So I’m going to make you a deal.” I finish pulling my boots off, then I unstrap my belt, empty, no weapons in it, and throw it aside. I take my black muscle-hugging shirt and yank it off over my head, tossing it on top of my boots, showing off my hard, hairy, combat-forged muscle, tight, powerful pecs, hairy, ridged eight pack. I continue, “I’m gonna let you off that table, and we are going to fucking go at it man to man. And one of two things is gonna happen. I’m gonna either beat the fucking shit out of you, knock some sense into you, and you are gonna tell me what I need to know to keep my men safe, or you are gonna whoop my ass and be a totally free man. Let’s do it boy. Right here, right now, for all the fucking goddamn marbles. Because you deserve better.” As I finish speaking, I take my trousers off, freeballing beneath, my cock springs out like a flagpole, hard as a fucking steel spike, and I’ve never been more ready for a fight than I am right now, right here, looking Mason straight in the fucking eyes.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I ain't sure which mood of Steel's I'm gonna get… sadistic and broody, or sadistic and bantery… pretty much always sadistic was in there, with me. Oh, I've watched him be not-sadistic with his men… he's always hard, but that's part of what makes him so dang hot. But I've watched him be kind, interested… I figure I'm in for sadistic and serious, and I'm gettin' myself ready to not take him seriously… nothin' gets under his skin like laughin' him off… but then he starts talkin'.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Fuck… my dick goes rock hard and drips at the thought of gettin' my hands on this tough sumbitch again… now that I'm fully back in action, back to when I was stronger, better… yeah, I got myself into a spot of trouble, now an' then, but that ain't happenin' here, thanks Hero! Goddammit.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: 'Course, don't know what'd be next, if I did get away… he's right, in a way… I done been used up and set aside, it's been weeks and weeks and weeks, those fuc-thanks Hero! Ugh.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: And I want my hands on him. I remember the feel of his hard body in my arms, the feel of my dick stuffed down his throat, the feel of his big, dominant cock stuffed down mine… fuck, Steel, why'd ya have to go and be the bad guy? Though, I'm startin' to wonder if there are any good guys or bad guys… may be there's just power. An' it don't matter no ways, I can never give him what he wants. They reached in my brain and made sure. But I'd sure like to get off this here table.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "Yeah, ok," I say simply, lockin' eyes with him.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I nod. I knew what he would say. I shove the trolley with all its monitoring gear off to the side of the room. Then, I roll Mason’s table up against the wall, leaving a nice big flat open space in the middle. Then, I start to release the straps that hold that tough fucking bastard in place, one after the other. I back up to the middle of the room, then my cock jerks once or twice, already leaking some pre in anticipation, as I roll my neck, and crack my fingers. Then, with a shit eating grin across my face, I motion at the big boy. “C’mon boy. Come get some.”

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I get up… dang, but my joints are stiff. I stretch, bust out some squats… "Let a man warm up a little, son… you've kept me on that damned table for weeks." Feels a bit weird, just talking to this bastard, but somehow now that I ain't caged up, strapped down… "So, you finally realized ya weren't never gonna break me, huh?" I finish my squats, grin an' pop my pecs at him before I drop and start some pushups. "You figure ya can get what ya want outta me if I make some kind of agreement, voluntarily give it up?"

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I was already warmed up, had done all my prep for this already, but I didn’t begrudge our Yankee guest a chance to warm up. It won’t make no difference. “It was easy once I realized that you and I are too much alike, boy. I’ve got about as much chance of breaking you as your people would have trying to break me.” I don’t try to hide my appreciation as he pops his thick, buffed All-American pecs at me. My dick twitches in appreciation, and I give him an approving nod. He is one hot mother fucker.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I bounce lightly on the balls of my feet, feeling my muscles primed and ready for combat, the thrill of the fight starting to sing in my veins. “As for getting what I want outta you, boy, that was just me remembering what my gran taught me, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.” I grin at Mason, twitching my hard, hairy pecs in his direction, rotating my arms, doing a quick round of isometrics to make my muscles pop.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "Ah, I gotcha… ya know I'm gonna put my dick in ya after I whup ya, and I have to say that muscled ass of yers does seem like honey." My pushups turn to burpees. "But, no matter what, I ain't gonna tell ya nothin'. Can't. They did a number on my brain, ya see, than-" my mouth clamps itself shut, my inner voice chirps 'thanks, Hero!' and I wanna fuckin' scream. I'm a little surprised I got to say as much as I did. "I almost wish I'd have met ya years ago, seems like it's a pretty good gig to run with yer outfit… though, ain't sure I'm onboard with all the company ya choose to keep. But ya ain't as bad as I thought, Steel." I finish up, feelin' loose an' primed. "But it don't matter 'cause I'm gonna whup yer ass, fill yer man cunt an' walk outta here. Make sure yer men see the video." I square up.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: My shit-eating grin only gets wider. A number on his brain huh? Well. There was more in that one fucking sentence than I’d managed to get out of this bastard since he’s been our guest. Sounds like something for the Doc to chew on with his big brain. Me, I’m here to use my brawn. I move in and square up, bouncing light on my feet. “I’ll make you a deal, Mason. After I beat some fucking sense into your thick skull and give you another taste of what you been longing for,” I jiggle my hard steel cock, “ then there just might be a place here for a man with your talents.”

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Then, I raise my hands out in front of me, breaking my battle stance. Going out on a bit of a limb here, I wiggle my fingers at this hot fucking piece of American super soldier meat. Challenging this bastard to start us off with a bit of hand fighting, circling him, the challenge written clear as day on my face, hands seeking, searching, darting towards his, inviting him in.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Soon as he offers some grip fightin', I flash back to that day in Chechnya… ended up in a game of mercy, mostly by accident, and my wounded leg kept me from puttin' him on his knees. I grin, but my eyes are harder'n diamonds as I get to grips and BLAST my power on him, full flex, MUSCLIN' him down… now yer gonna see some strength, Steel!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I brace myself as he goes for my grip, I tense my core, sending out a blast of power rippling up and down the length of my hard, hairy, muscle. Then, FUCK ME, he hits me with his full strength…. ARGHHHHHHHhhhh SHIT!!! No way he was this strong back in Chechnya, wounded or not… Almost instantly, my arms start bending back and down at the wrists. Sweat pops out on my brow, in my hairy pecs, my balls, all up and down the length of my body. Never in my entire fucking life have I felt this kind of strength out of another man. But I’m not giving this to him. NO FUCKING WAY! C’MON DEREK!!! MAN UP YOU BASTARD!!!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: The tendons in my neck are standing out so tight, it feels like I’m going to burst a vein. I tilt my head up, look that bastard right in the eyes. My arms, my quads, my core, my back, all trembling. But I give him a fucking grin that says, “YOU AIN’T SHIT BOY!” Then I lock my core in place, get my feet under me, engage my quads, engage every fucking muscle I have. And STOP HIM dead in his fucking tracks, aligning my muscle so every ounce of his power is grounded right to the floor. I grunt out, between deep laboured breaths, sweat pouring down my face, “That … the best…. You can do…. You fucking American shit stain…”

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Yeah, he's a big strong fella… knew that goin' in… but my dick gets even harder an' my balls rumble as I feel my body flex up, pourin' on the power, crushin' him to his knees… but he's smart too, Steel is… all of a sudden, feels like he turns to granite as he fixes his posture to get as stable between me an' the floor at he can… sweat breaks or all over my thick naked body as I crank down…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Fuck this guy. Fuck his arrogance, fuck his dominance, fuck his certainty that he's always in control… I can feel my balls rumble harder, almost there, yeah you fucked up givin' me my secret weapon back, Steel! Gruntin, flexin' down but he ain't movin', he's so fuckin' strong… I ain't gettin' outmuscled this time, I'm gonna PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "GGRRAAHHH!" My bull balls PUMP as my dick SPURTS precum an' my strength SURGES an' I CRUSH DOWN like a goddamn car crusher… "NOT EVEN CLOSE!" I roar!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I hold… I hold… sweat pouring down my brow, mixing in with the stubble of my beard, staining my naked, hairy chest, every tendon and muscle starting to tremble as I feel just exactly how strong our All-American hero boy really is. He roars in my face, and unleashes a surge of awe-inspiring power. Even locked in place, grounded so the force is driving straight through my heels, I realize instantly that I can’t hold back this kind of strength for longer than a few seconds. I grunt, then suddenly, with a shit eating grin, remove all resistance, throwing myself backwards, tucking my knees up against my hard hairy abs as I land on the floor, planning on driving my feet into those concrete-thick American super soldier abs and heave him across the room like a sack of garbage.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: YEAH! My balls keep rumblin' as my enhanced strength muscles this dirtbag merc down… ain't no way he can stand up to my muscle!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Shit! 'Fore I know what's what I'm goin' ass over teakettle as he decides to give way an' go with it, an' I'm sailin' across the room… I pound flat on my back on the concrete floor, wind gettin' knocked out with a grunt, but I'm grinnin' as I roll and scramble up to face him… he can't take my strength!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Chest heaving as I send our resident American hero flying to land on his back, I flip over to my front, and surge up to my feet, my balls churning, and my dick stiff as a spike, despite the enormous amount of energy I just expended. Fuck me, but that kind of raw male power is better than viagra. I want more.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I move right in on the big corn-fed American freak, surging forward at the last second, trying to catch him before he scrambles up all the way, my hands moving to grip his shoulders, and my right knee priming to smash a crater in that thick muscled-up core.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "HHRRK!" He's on me before I can get my shit together, but it's plain as vanilla puddin' where he's headed as he clutches up an' I flex my thick abs ROCK HARD… still feels like gettin' kicked by a mule but I keep my body movin'... he's right there, in front'a me, an' I want nothin' more right now than to just fuckin' STRONG him into submission!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I surge up into him, my swole superhero lookin' musclebod slammin' into his rock hard merc muscle, his pecs ridin' high on mine, my thick 9" Marine hog crushed against his steel dick as my arms SLAM around him, my biceps fightin' his lats and I bearhug the shit outta him!!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Fuck me, this boy has some hellaciously strong bricks in his core. I find myself suddenly wrapped up tight, my hard, hairy muscle smashed up against him. He’s got me pulled up high, those monster sized arms of his wrapped up around my waist, my thick cock smashed up against that monster American pigsticker of his. FUCK…

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Acting fast, on pure gut instinct, I snap my legs up around his waist, getting my heavy hamstrings snaked in just over his hips, so I got my hard, hairy steel-cabled quads pressed up against his obliques.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Then, he starts to SQUEEZE… I gasp, grunt, and dig down deep. It’s all about who is the fucking man here… and I aim to show this American super soldier there is strength… and then there is FUCKING STRENGTH. DEREK STEEL is firing on all cylinders today. As that massive crushing power sinks in against my core, I tighten my abs into concrete-hard blocks, my lats flaring with power, even my fucking cock twitching and pushing back. I grin, even as I grunt, fighting for each breath against this American bastard’s incredible power. I can hold… don’t know how… not sure where I’m gonna find the kind of strength to hold out against this super soldier’s freakish strength. BUT I CAN AND WILL. Waves of pressure and pain starting to smash through my flexing muscle, I gasp out, “Nice … job … boy… but … now … it’s … MY TURN!”

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I roar in his face, then unleash my steel-cabled quads on his obliques, I’m in the sweet spot, just above the hips, right over the bottom of his short ribs. There ain’t no spot on a man more vulnerable to a well-executed scissors. Grunting with the unbelievable effort of keeping my core flexed against his crushing strength and forcing my quads together to cut his massive, over-muscled core in two, I SHOW this fucking American ‘hero’ what being a MAN is all about.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Sweet Jesus, but this sumbitch is rock hard with muscle… my mind flashes back to that first bearhug battle… strainin' against his body, strainin' to crush him, his abs an' lats beatin' my squeeze, my body gettin' flexed down an' squeezed out by his dominant strength while his thick cock owned my throat… fuck, he's so damned dominant… I feel my dick pump against his, trapped between us…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But I ain't cut, half bled out, an' beat up, this time… this time I got my true FULL STRENGTH back, an' it's gonna be enough! I feel him flexing against my strength as I ccrruusshhh…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: But then I feel his big, thick, hot legs LOCK around me.. I know what's comin' an' FLEX UP… "...hnnngg…" a long brutal grunt is ground outta me as he pours on the squeeze, but I can take it I can fuckin' TAKE IT… I can…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: The seconds drag on, turn to a minute, two minutes… a primal battle of balls and brawn, squeeze vs flex, holy shit… sweat pourin' off us an' he ain't breakin'... my core gettin' brutally crushed, I drop to one knee… feel my balls rumblin' again… fuck… I ain't gettin' outmuscled by this fuckin' merc, don't care how massive his fuckin' legs are… fuck, my abs are so crushed, can't…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "RRAWR!" My balls THROB, pumpin' me full of the old mix of testosterone and adrenaline… and the old, familiar ache, but it's all good, I won't need too many more shots… my strength SURGES and my abs FLEX OUT against his huge quads, FORCING them out and my arms CRANK down on him! "SUBMIT TO ME!"

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: The pain, the pressure on my abs and lats is fucking unbearable, insane, freakish. Every second I can’t fucking take it any more, BUT FUCK THAT. I TAKE it anyways. And ask for more!! CAUSE THERE AIN’T NO WAY THIS BOY IS GONNA TAKE ME DOWN. Every second, my quads feel like they don’t have anything left to give, but I FORCE THEM TO GIVE MORE.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: The sweat is pouring off of both of us in buckets, my hard, hairy muscle is slick with sweat, my hair matted, and my entire focus is on each breath, each crushing squeeze to his core, keeping each brick in my own core steel hard. Then… he buckles. And I grin wider. He fucking buckles, dropping to one knee as I feel my quads sink in, cutting into his obliques like a vise, compressing his rock-solid All-American super soldier muscle.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Then he roars, and I feel his cock and balls twitch, and suddenly a blast of pressure greater than any yet smashes down into my core, and his obliques and abs ripple with power as he starts to gain ground against the relentless pressure of my quads. My eyes pop wide open in shock and surprise…. FUCK… WHERE THE FUCK DOES HE GET IT FROM???

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I feel the relentless surge of power I’ve been drawing on to keep my core tight and my quads flexed start to falter, gasping…. AWWW SHIT… Then I scream at myself, FUCK … NOO!!! I see spots in front of my eyes, feel light-headed as I suddenly ROAR in this fucking American hero’s face. “FUCK NO!! … BOY… YOU GOT… THE WRONG … END OF … THE STICK!!”

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: My body is screaming bloody murder at me, my quads are shaking, my abs nearing exhaustion. I focus like a laser right into the very centre of all my exhaustion, my pain, and reach down and grab myself by the FUCKING BALLS and HAUL my strength back. My dick twitches, and with a grunt, my abs tighten up again, holding… holding… GOTTA HOLD… My quads stabilize, and with a series of savage, tearing gasps of air, force feeding my muscles with more oxygen, my quads ripple with power, even as they are burning like a house on fire, and they stop their retreat. My face turns beet red, every vein on the side of my neck pops into full relief, every muscle in my legs and core hardens tighter than STEEL, and I throw all that fucking manly power right back at our resident American super soldier. REFUSING TO QUIT. This shouldn’t be fucking possible. There should be NO FUCKING WAY I can match this kind of power. But I’m too fucking stubborn to know that.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: YEEAAHH, I feel his hard body start to give under my surge, my core holdin' strong against his squeeze, gonna crush him right out! But, just as his ribs are bendin', I feel him harden up, like he's had his own surge… fuck, this might be the most naturally alpha sumbitch I ever met… he's red-faced and crazy eyed as his body flexes back against me… I feel him tryin' to crank his scissors lock up harder, my iron core still ridin' my own surge and holdin' strong…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: How, how the fuck is this dominant alpha man keepin' up with my enhanced power?! Ain't nobody that manly!! But he's doin' it, goin' balls to balls with my engineered muscle… FUCK HIM FOR BEIN' SO MANLY.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I snarl with frustration… I ain't gonna muscle him down, not yet… so I take a page from ol' Usov's book, and CHARGE at the wall, buildin' up as much power as my massive quads can muster and SMASH his rock hard merc body between my thick unyielding muscle and the concrete wall! We CRUSH IN an' then bounce off, separatin', tumblin' across the room… I fair got the wind knocked outta me, so it HAS to have put him down, please, please… ain't nobody that tough, that manly… I drag myself up an' turn to face where I think he landed…

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Digging down into the bottom of the well, but it’s coming up dry… Fuck THAT. I dig the well deeper, finding something else to draw on, to keep up in the face of this American beast’s freakish strength. Much, much stronger than when I faced him in Chechnya… but I knew that going into this. I ate my wheaties… this is a fight I CAN’T LOSE. NOT GONNA FUCKING HAPPEN. C’MON STEEL!!! DIG DEEPER!! DON’T FUCKING QUIT!!! Running on pure fumes now… don’t know how much longer I can hold him off… don’t know how much longer I can keep up the pressure on his core with my thick, steel-hard quads. But each moment I keep it up is one more moment longer. That feeling of light-headedness is growing… FUCK ME!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: The American super soldier stands up, getting back to his feet. Then he surges forward, he’s going to smash me against the goddamed wall!!! I brace for impact as best I can, then BAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMm…. My head fills up with a bright white light, and my ears are ringing like someone let off a fucking cannon in my head. I lose track of several seconds, already pushed to the limit, my body refuses to listen as I sit in my head and scream at me to get up. Then suddenly, my awareness rushes back in like an avalanche, my brain filled with a shit-ton of aching, savage pain, each one screaming at me louder than the last. My entire torso is one big fucking ache. My hard hairy muscle throbbing, screaming, feeling like it’s been in a trash compactor. It’s a goddamn impossible miracle that my ribs aren’t broken. I don’t know how they aren’t. My quads are shaking like jello from the effort of trying to crush a goddamned concrete pillar. I shake my head out, and push up off my hands and knees, realizing that somehow I’m on the floor. I look over and catch sight of that muscled-up, hot as fuck American soldier starting to drag himself up.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: There ain’t nothing in all the world I want more right now than to lay down and pass out. In fact, my hard-muscled body is threatening to go on strike if I don’t. However, my balls … my balls have a totally different idea. They are thinking ...FUCK he’s shit-hot. And they want more of his freakish muscle power, fucking all of it!! It’s my churning, roiling nuts that finally give me the grit I need to keep going! So I heave myself up to my feet, using the wall to steady myself, my thick chest heaving like a bellows, trying to suck down air for my tortured muscles. My legs are shaking, but I turn my head as I force myself up to my feet, take my fists out and put them in a guard, then with a shit-eating grin, I turn to Mason, grunting, sweating, cock hard as steel, dripping pre-cum. I gasp out, “Shit boy, that all you got? When the fuck you planning on getting started?”

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: How, how in the name'a all that's holy… my core throbbin' from his crush, muscle already feelin' spent… an' he's on his feet, fists up, hairy muscle sweat slick an' heavin', thick cock standin' proud… I pause as I'm gettin' up, on one knee, feelin' overwhelmed for a hot second by his… his sheer fuckin' manliness an' determination. FUCK. I feel a thrill in my balls again, like they're pumpin' up, like they know they're gonna get called on again…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: PULL IT TOGETHER, MARINE! Don't matter how hot this tough bastard is, he's kept ya strapped to a fuckin' table, tortured ya, for MONTHS… an' ya loved it, didn't ya? Gettin' tested… ain't many men what can say they're unbreakable… FUCK! Get your SHIT TOGETHER, Corporal!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I stand up, raise my fists, drippin' sweat my own self… every breath makes my ribs ache, fuck but his legs're strong! I wade in, fakin' a left jab at his head and then droppin' into a series of three body hooks, right left right, poundin' at those granite abs!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I’m taking in huge lungfuls of air, reaching down deep to keep my quads steady, taking a moment to shake each hairy, hard muscled quad out to get the blood flowing. I move out as that hot as fuck, stubborn American bastard gets back to his feet, getting his fists up.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Every single move is making my body scream in protest, but those protests fall on deaf ears. I keep my guard in tight, watching as the soldier boy comes in hot, throwing a left jab, easily blocked, realizing at the last second that it was a fake. FUCK. That hot slab of American super soldier beef drops low, going for his real target, my core. I’m still slow to react, every muscle still screaming bloody murder at me, and he nails me with that first right hook to the body, smashing into my hard, sweaty, hairy abs like a sledgehammer, knocking me back a few steps. I had my core flexed to the max, but that almost wasn’t enough. FUCK that son of a bitch hits HARD. Don’t want to look… I might see a crater there in my abs. And now there’s even more pain for me to fucking deal with.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I bring my right arm down low, taking that shot on my thick heavy bicep, wincing as my big gun absorbs all that heavy force, then, swing my left down to absorb that final right fist, grunting as my arm is driven into my sore core.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Fuck man, all that sheer muscle power he throws around has got me all heated up. My balls are churning. I can’t match his power, but that sure as hell won’t stop me from trying. And besides… I’m looking for the signs… there is power, and there is power. I’m goddamn exhausted, running on fumes, but my balls are churning and egging me on. So of course, I got to attack. With a grunt, and little spikes of pain shooting all up and down my body, I drive forward sliding down onto one knee and shooting forward, my thick muscles protesting, but obeying me as I scream at them, C’MON STEEL!! KEEP IT UP YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU GOT MORE MAN POWER IN YOUR LEFT NUT THAN THIS AMERICAN SHIT STAIN HAS IN HIS WHOLE BODY!! PROVE IT!!! MAN UP! Launching myself into a full on double leg takedown, hoping to take him by surprise before he even finishes resetting from his combo trying to gut me.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My fists make meaty thumps as they slam on Steel's body… what a fuckin' apt name, he's so dang hard, so dang tough… a special kinda psycho, but tough an' strong an' hot… man, I wish it coulda been different… startin' to see different what they did to me, an' knowin' they ain't comin' fer me… makes a fella wonder if there's good guys after all, an' if not, may as well have a man like this watchin' yer back.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: No more time to think, this tough sumbitch blasts a double leg! I try to sprawl but he's too quick, too close… he's high on my body as my thick back smashes to the floor, an' I end up grapevinin' his legs from underneath, our cocks hot an' hard an' mashed together, two sets of big-ass quadzilla legs locked up… I try to tie his arms up with mine an' FLEXXXXX, musclin' against his legs, aimin' to rip his crotch open… I'M THE STRONGER!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I’m so fucking exhausted… gotta keep fighting… I took this big bull by surprise, smashed him hard to the concrete, riding him high, then… AWWW FUCKK… before I can pull my big quads free, that American freak twines his legs around mine, splitting me in a sudden grapevine. My thick quads are still exhausted from my scissors. SHIT.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: My cock though, perversely, the harder we fight, the more exhausted I get, the harder it gets, the more my balls churn. My body is nearly fucking done, but my big bull balls keep spurring me on, won’t let me quit. I can’t quit. Too much riding on this. I got my men to think of. And… believe it or not, I got this fucking bastard right here to think of. And… I’m gonna break him. GONNA FUCKING BREAK THIS BASTARD, NO MATTER WHAT! He tries to tie my arms up, but even as I’m gasping in pain as my legs start to stretch, I have the battle-awareness to pull my arms in close up tight against my chest, thwarting his attempt. “NUH UHH!” I snarl in his face.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I roar right in his goddamn handsome as shit, ugly as sin, big fat American face. Digging down deep, locking my legs, my quads screaming that they got nothing left to give…. SO I MAKE THEM GIVE MORE. My arms dart out from my tight guard, and my left and right hands slide down the sides of this American super soldier's goddamn massive, slippery, sweaty pecs. Sinking in underneath his arms, into those hairy, manly armpits of his. Savagely, desperately, I screw my thumbs inwards, stabbing this muscle beast right in both pressure points beneath his pits, up against the side of his chest, right where it hurts most like a mother fucking son of a bitch, the rest of my fingers spreading out, stabbing down like spikes to dig into the thick, powerful muscle of his brawny, All-American chest, my pinky fingers crushing his hard nips, driving them inside his chest while the rest of my fingers spear into the meaty, super soldier muscled mounds of power. I WILL FUCKING TAKE HIM..

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "Rraarw!" Goddamn his legs just turn to steel… Steel turnin' to steel… and stop my stretch, fightin' my strength… "BAAWW!" His powerful hands grip into my thick pecs… FUCK… but I give him a savage grin… "ya still… think ya can… go pec to pec… with me… boy?" I FLEX my pecs against his grip, and my hands shoot up an' I grip into his thick hairy Steel pecs! I grunt as I battle to overpower his legs, fightin' on two fronts!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Gathering together all the fucking exhaustion, the pain, the burning of tired muscles, and eating it all for breakfast. The harder this amped-up American super soldier fights me, the more of that goddamn crazy-assed freakish strength he unloads, the more my balls churn and boil, the more determined it makes me to own his mother fucking hot ass.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: My legs are shaking, taking in deep breaths, my core diamond-rock hard, throbbing with strength, fighting to reinforce my steel-cabled quads and legs, stubborn ass bastard that I am, grunting, gasping, and forcing my FUCKING muscles to FIGHT back, to show this American shit stain what a REAL MAN is capable of, my thick quads and hamstrings starting to vibrate with effort, not just resisting, but DRIVING inwards, gonna take control of that vicious grapevine. I grunt, my biceps, triceps and forearms flushing and flexing, my hard hairy muscle steeling itself for a burst of savage power, driving my fingers down into his pecs, especially screwing my thumbs right into those lateral pressure points that hurt like a son of a bitch.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Then, those massive meathooks of his lash up and grab ahold of my pecs. Those massive fingers are driving into my hard, hairy pecs, trying to fucking out claw me. I roar in your face, “I don’t think it boy, I KNOW IT. You ain’t seen SHIT yet!” I flex my pecs against his fingers, fighting hard, my balls surging and sloshing with lust, providing me with the grit and determination I need to hold out. C’MON DEREK! YOU HAVE THIS BOY. HE IS FUCKING YOURS. MAN UP!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Oh… fuck… my muscles are locked, flexed hard, burnin'... I can FEEL his balls churnin', pumpin' against mine, feel his poundin' pulse through our crushed cocks, fuck it feels like his dick is just gonna flex mine down… thick thighs strainin'... OH GAWD… my 'vine starts gettin' flexed closed, how is he this strong, he can't be… his pecs are fightin' my grip, Steel hard an' hairy, my pecs start losin' flex… no NO! I'M STRONGER, I HAVE TO BE!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AAAGH!" My cum-loaded balls PUMP again, my cock flexin' back on his an' spurtin' precum, it HURTS this time but the good stuff floods my veins an' my pecs FLEX rock solid, my quads FLEX rock solid and muscle his huge dominant legs out to stretch… but he's still so strong… don't matter, gonna outlast this hot alpha beast! Strainin' my grip at his pecs…

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: In little rips and bursts of sheer stubborn grade-A battle-tested mercenary muscle, I start to close that grapevine down, RIPPING control of it away from our resident American hero, my big thighs tearing and heaving with power. My cock is leaking rivers of pre now, and I’m stabbing and grinding, and jabbing it like a sword into Mason’s own stiff hard cock. “C’MON BOY… YOU CAN’T… FUCKING… BEAT A MAN LIKE ME… TOO FUCKING TUFF… DON’T CARE HOW MUCH … MUSCLE YOU GOT… IT AIN’T SHIT COMPARED TO MY STEEL.”

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Gritting my teeth, my heavy balls churning constantly, my thick shoulders surge with strength, and I drive my weight down, grunting with spurts of savagery, stabbing my fingers and thumbs into that American bastard’s oversized slabs of pec meat, using my body weight to add to the power of my claw. His own fingers are trying to drive in, but my hairy pecs are lean and hard, dense and thick, and I’m keeping ‘em flexed to the max, daring his fingers to make a dent in my pecs of steel.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I gain a little ground, for a moment, but he's so strong, so manly… how can he be this strong, he's just a merc! His grip breakin' down my pecs, his legs, so overpowerin'...

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "GAAHHH!" My balls fire again, and AGAIN, fuckin' SURGING, it's AGONY… my big legs FLEXXXXX against his powerful quads, crushing outward, my pecs painfully FLEX back to near full hardness… I DRIVE UP with my grip, like I'm doin' a bench press, LOCKING OUT my arms… I scream again as I RIP his grip free an' my own crushes against his damned invulnerable pecs!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I manage to flex my legs free an' dump him off me… OH GAWD… my balls are ACHIN', swollen with cum… my muscles ache with effort… I'm layin' there, pantin'... gotta get up gotta finish it, no way this hot manly mercenary is more powerful, no way! I'M THE ALPHA! I whimper as I pull myself up against the wall…

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I growl, pouring every fucking ounce of power I can pull from nuts, from my hard, hairy muscle, from my sheer stubborn grit. GONNA TAKE THIS AMERICAN BEAST DOWN!! Then, FUCK ME. FUCK ME, FUCK ME. This freakish American piece of muscle meat somehow powers up as if I ain’t even fucking there… pressing me up, ripping my grip off his pecs, spreading his massive quads, and tossing me aside like a sack of garbage.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I hit the floor, but I’m seeing RED. Seeing fucking ABSOLUTE RED. My balls churn, even as his display of sheer muscle makes me harder, hornier than EVER FUCKING BEFORE, the way he shoved me off him PISSES ME OFF more than he’s ever done before. I’M FUCKING DEREK STEEL. NOT SOME TWO BIT PISSANT TO BE THROWN AROUND. My muscles scream at me that they won’t move. Doesn’t FUCKING MATTER. My body is too battered, too fucking exhausted to haul myself up. THAT’S NOT MY PROBLEM. My fucking muscles can go bitch and whine to someone who gives half a fuck.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I stand up, heaving my battered, exhausted muscle up by sheer goddamn fucking stubborn ballsy manly will, my thick chest heaving, sweat dripping off my naked muscle in buckets, my cock sticking straight out like a flagpole, dripping pre-cum, and I raise my fists to glare down at that fucking piece of shit American hero as he leans back against the wall. I ROAR, “GET THE FUCK UP AND FACE ME BOY!! I’M JUST GETTING WARMED UP!!”

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: OH GAWD… he's standin' there, already on his feet like some kinda god of manful power, Steel hard muscle, sweat soaked an' drippin', reekin' of testosterone and dominance… how, HOW IS HE THIS POWERFUL?!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I fuckin' ache for him, ache for his touch, for his protectin', for his belongin'... but I CAN'T. Even as my achin', swollen balls boil up my will kicks in… I WILL BEAT HIM… and the parts of my brain what ain't my own anymore DEMAND that I escape.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I stand up, square up. "Yer… so fuckin' strong…" maybe, maybe if I can keep him goin' pec to pec, I can finally break through, I KNOW my pecs're stronger, spent weeks on that goddamned table proving my pecs're UNBEATABLE… I step forward and POUND a straight right into his thick, hard flexed left pec! "BUT I'M… STRONGER!" I step back'n pound my own chest, roarin', then flex it up an' leave it wide open.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: That fucking American shit stain finally crawls up to face me. Adrenaline and testosterone is roaring in my veins, driving all the aches and pains into the background. He squares up with me, and I look him right in his eye, hard, purposeful, determined, a look of pure manly steel. I hear his voice, saying how strong I am. I can feel something in that voice, and I growl deeper, I think it’s fucking happening. I think that switch is starting to fucking waver. Time to blast it full on. MAN UP DEREK. IT’S NOW OR FUCKING NEVER. I flex my hard, hairy pec, bracing my feet, and take that fucking fist full on my steel plate. I roar back in that American’s face, riding the shockwave of pain that ripples across my sweaty, hairy muscle. That was one helluva blow, but I take it like a champ. Riding high on pain now, what’s a little more?

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I cock my right fist, making my muscles flex and charge up with power, ignoring their complaints, and twist from my hips and core, driving my right fist into his thick, meaty, All-American left pectoral, smashing my knuckles into that massive slab of beef, adding just a little twist of the wrist at the point of contact to throw the cherry on top. “C’MON BOY! THAT THE BEST YOU FUCKING GOT? WHEN YOU GONNA START GIVING ME A REAL CHALLENGE? MAN UP SOLDIER!”

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: What a fuckin' monster this man is, takes my huge punch'n don't even flinch… BOOM! It freakin' hurts, my pec're still sore from his brutal claws, but I DON'T MOVE, don't grunt, my thick beefy dominant pec TAKES IT, I ain't givin' him nothin', MY pecs're dominant, MY pecs are STRONGER! I load my hips an' SMASH another shot into his left pec, BOOM!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I smash my fist right into his thick pec slab, and he stands there and takes it. My eyes narrow. If I was pissed off before, I’m fucking RAGING now. Not gonna fucking stand for it. I thrust my chest forward, bracing, and take another brutal, savage blow right on my hard hairy slab of steel. My eyes looking hard and full of fire, the pain set to rip my chest apart, I swallow all of it whole. I EAT FUCKING PAIN FOR BREAKFAST. My balls only churn that much harder the more strength that American muscle beast unloads on me. Turns me on that much more with every fucking ounce. With a growl of savage intensity, I snap my body back, and SMASH forward, driving my hard fist like a fucking battering ram into that that All-American slab of pec meat, gonna fucking MAKE THIS boy feel my power.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Fuck, I can see that thick muscle bruisin' up but he just stands there like some kinda invulnerable dominant muscle god, oh fuck I want him, I want him to dominate me, to protect me... NO! … BOOM! "Hng!" His dominant fist pounds in again, my thick pecs holds its flex but I'm driven back a step… NO! I'M STRONGER!!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AARGH!" Half bellowin' in rage, half wailin' in pain, my cum-heavy, sloshin' balls FIRE again an' it HURTS an' the fuckin' animal in me takes over an' I bull forward an' SMASH his pecs with mine! Grip his lats like handles, shove the space open between us an' SMASH our pecs together again! "AAGH! I CAN'T SUBMIT TO YA, I WON'T! MY PECS ARE STRONGER, I'M STRONGER!" SMASH!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: My fist drives that American fucker back, and he seems to falter. My eyes narrow, I breath in deep, focusing hard. He comes at me, wailing, his cock swinging, bellowing like a beast, he’s losing control. And I’m gaining it. I brace myself, slide one foot back, drop my weight deep into my core, feeding on all the pain signals jamming my nervous system. FEED ME MORE. MORE FUCKING PAIN. I brace, my center of gravity, my stance, FUCKING ROCK SOLID, years of combat training, years of being in tune with my hard, hairy, battle-forged muscle coming to the fore. I thrust my hard hairy pecs out like the proud prow of the alpha ship I am. SOLID FUCKING STEEL.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: That American super soldier grabs my flared lats, and SMASHES his thick meaty pecs into mine. Those slabs of steel drive the force right down to the floor, and I don’t FUCKING BUDGE. Not an inch. I eat the pain, then he does it again, BAMMMM… My eyes flash, and I scream in his face, “C’MON BOY!! GIVE IT TO ME! YOU GOT SHIT!!” Then, my hands strike forward, seizing that American muscle-freaks thick lats with a vise like grip, and I surge forward, adding power to my thrust, pushing off my rear foot, and BAMMMMMMMMMM. Slam my hard hairy slabs of steel into those big, meaty, All-American pecs. Then I roar, “YOU CAN DISH IT OUT BOY, BUT CAN YOU TAKE IT FROM THE REAL DEAL, DEREK STEEL!” Then, with another surge of mighty power, I smash my pecs like a wrecking ball into those All-American slabs of beef hanging off of Mason’s chest.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "RAWGH!" SLAM! SLAM! Poundin' together like dump trucks hittin' head on, like trains on the same fuckin' track… SLAM! SLAM! My pecs're flexed SO HARD, so fuckin' hard, unBREAKable, INVULNERABLE… SLAM! SLAM! But, oh GAWD, he's so manly, so hard, Steel hard… SLAM! SLAM! Gettin' bruised on him, how is he not breaking?! SLAM! SLAM! OH GAWD my pecs are losing flex, no…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "BAAAW!" RAGIN', I wail in agony as my desperate bull balls FIRE AGAIN, my tanks almost empty of the good stuff but TOO FULL of cum! My strength tries to surge, my pecs rally and flex up, PLEASE IT HAS TO BE ENOUGH, MY PECS ARE SO STRONG, UNBREAKABLE, PLEASE!! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! "AAAGHH!!"

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Our contest devolves into a shitstorm of heaving, manly muscle. My hard, hairy slabs of steel smashing over and over into Mason’s massive, thick super soldier pecs. Roaring, and driving. The pain keeps building and building in my chest, but pain is for wusses. I don’t got no time for it. My balls are churning, hotter, harder, fiercer, pumping pure manly determination through every single battle-forged fibre of my hard, hairy muscled body. I thrust my chest out, BAM BAM SLAM SLAM. Matching this American bastard slam for slam, so much pain, I might as well feel numb now. I’M FUCKING DEREK STEEL… NOT BACKING DOWN. Muscles are screaming, so I push them harder… HARDER.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I catch sight of that American bastard’s pecs starting to flex, challenging me. FUCK THAT SHIT. HE’S NOT HALF THE MAN I AM. I smash my pecs into that bastard mid-flex with a sudden savage shitstorm of pec smashes, thrusting forward again, BAM… and again… BAM once more… BAM, smashing my hard hairy pecs into his thick man slabs, knocking that FUCKING AMERICAN SHIT STAIN BACK. Making him WAIL in frustration at my SHEER MANLY POWER.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AAGGHH!" OHMYFUCKINGAWD! Poundin' on his ungodly strength an' he's just TAKIN' it… meetin' me slam fer slam, ain't even slowed down by my surge… I'm forced back a step, my bruised pecs achin'... SLAM! Another step… "N-N-NEV-AAAGGH!" My swollen balls FIRE again and I stumble, it HURTS SO BAD, an' he's so fuckin' DOMINANT… SLAM! SLAM! "N-N-NEVER…" My back hits the wall, his huge Steel musclegod chest POUNDS in again and my pecs BREAK, forced outta flex, submittin' to his impossible manliness… "AGGHHHHAGGHHHH!" My balls FIRE again, uselessly, breakin' themselves on his muscle, his strength, his STEEL DOMINANCE… "N-N-N-NEVER GIV-AAAGGH!" They try to fire AGAIN, nothin' left to give, beaten by his manly power, my pecs CRUSHED under his Steel pec muscle, oh GAWD!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Roaring, balls surging, I keep stepping forward, and Mason backs up with each massive slam of my hard, hairy pecs of steel smashing into his slabs of American souped-up super soldier meat. Thing is… I’M FUCKING TOUGHER. MORE STUBBORN. WON’T BACK DOWN. FUCK NO. I back him up against the wall, then SMASH into his pecs again, my thrust out chest, hard, hairy, sweaty, bruised up muscle blasting his thick meaty pecs AGAIN. I feel his flex break as he lets out a low, animal-like yell of pain. He screams that he’ll never give, but I can hear the lie in his voice. I smash him AGAIN, and AGAIN. My own pecs are bruised, battered, numb with pain, but they hold strong, keep their steel hard flex through sheer grit and pure determination.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I heave as Mason lies splattered against the wall, his pecs mashed and weakened, their flex broken. I roar in his face, nose to nose, eye to eye, my face red and raging, my eyes hard, my voice projecting pure alpha power and dominance, the voice of a man harder than steel, without an ounce of quit. “SUBMIT BOY! YOU WILL FUCKING SUBMIT TO ME IF I HAVE TO CHEW UP AND SPIT OUT EVERY FUCKING MUSCLE IN YOUR BODY! YOU GODDAMN FUCKING WILL! CAUSE WE BOTH KNOW I’M MORE OF A MAN THAN YOU COULD EVER FUCKING HOPE TO BE!”

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: No, NO, it's happened again, IT'S HAPPENED AGAIN! HOW, HOW when I'm at my strongest have I gotten muscled down AGAIN?! But this time, it ain't like them gymbro bullies… it ain't just my dignity an' my hole at stake. I can't just submit to his Steelmusclegod manliness an' take a fuckin'... "I… I… I S-AAAGH!" My bitched balls fire AGAIN, thanks Hero! NO! OH GAWD, they fucked my brain, they fucked it an' because I know there's more at stake, secrets at stake, I CAN'T, they won't let me, thanks Hero! "I SUB-AAAAHHH!!" Oh GAWD, my balls, PLEASE!! "I… I… I CAN'T!!" I want to, I want to submit to His strength and power and manliness, but I can't, thanks Hero! "OHGAWD, HELP ME! OH STEELMUSCLEGOD, I CAN'T! PLEASE, HELP ME SAVE ME STEELMUSCLEGOD!! AAGGHHHH!" I wail in agony as my defeated balls fire AGAIN!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I watch as that All-American hero starts to quiver and shake, his face looking up into my hard face. I can see the signs. He’s giving in, FINALLY. At long fucking last, he’s giving in to me. He starts to speak, but every time he tries to say it, to submit, he screams out as if the words hurt him so bad he can’t get them out. Then he screams at me that he can’t. For a moment, I don’t understand. What THE FUCK is going on??? He wants to submit… but he can’t? It makes no fucking goddamn sense. Then, that massive musclebeast, all amped-up, souped-up ultra manly muscle, tough as nails, endured months of torture at my hands, suddenly screams out to me for help, screaming that he can’t.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: FUCK ME. The agony in his voice is real… but he can’t submit?? WHY THE FUCK NOT??? My rage boils, my blood boils, all the months of frustration, of trying to reach this thick piece of hot-as-fuck American shit, all the months of slowly finding myself growing to respect him, only to be blocked yet again. I’m seeing red, my blood is surging with testosterone, frustration, all the pain and exhaustion of my battle-hardened muscle trying to beat some sense into this fucker. I lose it... FUCKING LOSE IT. “YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING SAVE YOU BOY??? YOU NEED MY FUCKING HELP??” I cock my right fist, and smash it like a sledgehammer into the American’s thick core. Screaming again, “THEN SUBMIT!! WHY? WHY THE FUCK WON’T YOU SUBMIT? YOU THINK THOSE SCUMBAGS WHO WIRED YOU GIVE A FUCK? YOU MEAN SHIT TO THEM! YOU ARE JUST A FUCKING EXPENDABLE PIECE OF MEAT TO THEM!! JUST SOME FREAKISH SCIENCE EXPERIMENT!” I cock my fist and seeing even more red, bash it hard across the side of this America muscle-fuck’s hard, square jaw. “YOU’VE SEEN HOW I TREAT MY MEN. I WOULDN’T FUCKING TREAT MY DOGS AS SHITTY AS YOUR PEOPLE TREAT YOU! AND YOU STILL WON’T FUCKING SUBMIT?? YOU’LL STILL STAND UP FOR THOSE FUCKTARDS WHO MADE YOU INTO A FREAK AND LEFT YOU TO DIE? YOU DESERVE BETTER, YOU STUPID, DUMBASS, SHIT FOR BRAINS, OVER-MUSCLED PIECE OF CRAP!” I bash my knee up right into those heavy fucking balls of this American’s in another expression of my utter frustration and rage. “SUBMIT BOY! I ORDER YOU, I FUCKING ORDER YOU TO SUBMIT!”

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: His words hurt so much more'n His fists… I may be tired'n battered, but my abs're thick with muscle an' my jaw is like concrete… oh, them heavy hands of His hurt, makin' me grunt, splittin' my lip. But it's His WORDS. They burn with truth. I start sobbin', practically blubberin'. "FFFUUCKAAGH!" His knee pounds my obscenely swollen tanks an' my grossly hard, veiny cock, pumped to 10" an' the hole twitchin' an' spasmin', BLASTS precum like most men shoot their loads. I crumple forward, knees goin' weak, hangin' on Him for support, my face pressed against His hairy pec… Oh God, oh Steelmusclegod Sir I want to, I WANT to submit to yer strength and manliness and ABSOLUTE POWER… on instinct, I latch my mouth onto his thick nip and start sucklin', like a physical sign of submission… my brain don't seem to care… I'm still blubberin' away… but I ain't said the WORDS, I can't say the words, thanks Hero! Oh, please forgive me, Steelmusclegod!!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: My hot rage is boiling, as I blast this American piece of muscled up shit in his bollocks, and he falls forward, hanging on to my heaving, hairy muscle, shooting streamers of pre all over my naked thigh. FUCK. Blasting his goddamn nuts just turns this fucker on that much more. His massive piece of meat crosses swords with my heavy, hard piece of steel, and this fucking muscle bitch starts licking on my hard, manly nips, trying to suck up to me. He’s crying and blubbering. My rage suddenly goes from a white-hot inferno to an ice-cold fury. My breathing calms down, and I reach out under his chin and look him right in the eye. I’m so angry it’s fucking come around the other side. My eyes are hard, my grip on his chin is tight as fuck. I clip the words out then, each one precise, carrying with it all my icy fury. “Okay boy. So you still think you can hold out to me? You think you can suck up to me, and yet keep your mouth shut? Oh no. That’s not how this works.”

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: My right hand goes down between our crotches, as our man meat is getting all tangled, each of us leaking pre-cum on the other, all slimy, and musky. My hand opens wide, palming both our sets of nuts. My hard, hairy balls of steel, and his big, plump freaked out American baby makers. I speak up again. “You still don’t think I’m more man than you, boy? You still ain’t feeling that deep inside your fucked up, messed up head? Well. Let’s correct that, shall we? I’m gonna prove it to you, boy.” My hand slowly starts to squeeze shut around both our sets of nuts, smashing, and grinding ‘em together, bit by bit. “I’m gonna fucking prove to your messed up head that I’m more of a man than you. Completely. Fucking totally. Without any single goddamn doubt.” As the pressure builds, I can feel my hard, hairy balls o’ steel smushing up against the American’s plump balls, grinding, driving together. And then the pain slowly starts. That sick, gut wrenching agony that makes your guts twist and wanna puke. But that ain’t shit. Just pain. I can take the pain. My nuts are fucking double tough. Tougher than any American shit-for-brains. And I’m gonna prove it.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I feel His mighty grip, forced to look in His eyes… so fuckin' hard, Steel hard, Steelmusclegod hard… OH FUCK. I've angered Him, but I still can't submit, thanks Hero! NO! They dug into my brain, changed my fuckin' will, fu-thanks Hero! NO! Oh, Steelmusclegod, His huge hand, his huge strong alpha hand on my balls, his balls, our balls together, oh GAWD touch me, touch me Steel… what..

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: My wide, thick back pressed up against the wall, trapped there by his dominant body, one of his huge hands grippin' my face, his eyes DEMANDIN' mine, his other hand starts to squeeeeze… OH NO… "P-p-p-please, p-please, Steelmusclegod Sir, plea-AAAGGGHH!" My desperate balls try to fire AGAIN as the pain of his grip sets in, I can feel 'em PUMP an' SWELL in His manly grip, He's so fuckin' MANLY, I want to, want to submit! "PLEASE, STEELMUSCLEGOD, I SUB-AAGGHH!" Again they PUMP, uselessly firing, taken so far beyond their design…

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Once again, he begs me, that fucking American super soldier begs me, even calling me steelmusclegod. But… when he tries to submit, he fucking can’t. Just when he screams out in pain, just as he’s about to submit, I feel his thick nuts pulsing in my grip. What the fuck? His balls? His fucking balls are resisting me? Preventing him from submitting. My fury turns colder, icier, the determination in my grip turning to diamond hard. I will fucking crush his nuts. “You.” My hand tightens suddenly, sending a stabbing knife of gut twisting agony wrenching up into my guts. “Will.” I tighten a bit more, the tendons and veins in my massive muscled, hard, hairy right arm popping out like a contoured map, my bis and tris swelling to god-like proportions. “Submit.” I tighten a bit further, the wave of sickening pain hitting me like a tidal wave, but I surf it, refusing to give in to it. I can feel our fucking nuts squished together, compressed, dented, deformed, quivering, dripping with sweat and precum, little bits of our nuts trying to squeeze out from between my iron-hard grip.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "AAAHHOHGAWD I SUBMAAHHH! PLEASE STEELMUSCLEGOD I SUBMARRGH!" My defeated, owned balls fire an' fire an' FIRE, pulsin' in His dominant hand like a heartbeat, CRUSHED against His godballs so hard I can feel 'em throb, my hands grippin' his huge biceps in supplication, my brain ON FIRE, ringin' with 'Thanks, Hero! Thanks, Hero!' over an' over an' over… FUCK THEM! FUCK THEM FOR TRYIN' TO CONTROL MY WILL, I WANT THIS MUSCLEGOD I WANT TO SUBMIT TO HIS STRENGTH AND POWER!! "I SUBMIAAARRH! OHGAWDPLEASE, I SUBMIIAAAWWW! OHSTEELMUSCLEGOD I SUBMIIOOOWW!" THANKS HERO! THANKS HERO! FUCK YOU, HERO!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: As I keep tightening my grip, Mason’s hands seize my iron hard biceps with a tight grip, as I look down into his face, that thick, heavy corn-fed, handsome as hell American’s face, contorted with agony. Submission written large in his stance, screaming at me with his body language. BUT HE WILL NOT FUCKING SAY IT. HIS GODDAMNED BALLS WILL NOT LET HIM SPEAK IT. Every fucking time he’s about to say it, I feel those thick-cum filled balls pulse and throb, cutting off his words. No more words from me now. Just actions. MY BALLS ARE GONNA FUCKING CRUSH EVERY GODDAMNED BIT OF RESISTANCE OUT OF HIS BALLS. EVERY FUCKING BIT. Grimly, my tendons popping even tighter, I crush further. Our orbs are fucking brutally distended, crushed, squueezed down under my unrelenting steel had grip. Waves of pain unlike anything I’ve ever felt before are crashing through my body. But I’m so full of cold fury, steel hard resolve, utter determination that I will not relent. Even though it cost me my own fucking balls, I will CRUSH EVERY OUNCE OF RESISTANCE OUT OF HIS JACKED UP SUPER NUTS. I FUCKING WILL. I crush tighter, our balls gotta be nearing the breaking point, my hand is quivering with the amount of unbelievable pressure I’m delivering, the massive, steel hard strength of my grip.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: But it’s not enough. I crush again, squeezing inwards, this time the wave of nut-knifing agony staggers me, but I keep my footing, eyes turning harder, my whole world nothing now but determination and pain. MY STEEL HARD BALLS WILL CRUSH EVERY FUCKING OUNCE OF RESISTANCE OUT THIS AMERICAN BASTARD’S ORBS. EVERY FUCKING BIT.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: SO TIGHT SO FUCKIN' TIGHT OHGAWD MY BALLS HURT SO BAD THANKS FUCK YOU HERO THANKS FUCK YOU HERO "I SUMBIAHHH! OH GOD STEELMUSCLEGOD YOU'RE SO FUCKIN' POWERFUL I SUBMIAAAHHH!" FUCK YOU HERO THANKS FUCK YOU HERO OHGAWD HIS BALLS ARE SO STRONG STEEL HARD SO STRONG TOO STRONG "OH STEELMUSCLEGOD I…" FUCK YOU HERO FUCK YOU HERO FUCK YOU HERO!

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I feel it, finally, as my battered balls try one last desperate time to fire, so swollen, impossibly full of cum… the cage they put on my brain finally breaks, surrendering to His irresistible, indomitable will as my beaten balls finally BURST with a loud wet POP against the hammer strength of His godly grip, His own invulnerable powerful Steel balls the anvil.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "IIII SUBMIIIIT!! AAAHHHH OOHHH STEELMUSCLEGOD I SUBMIT I SUBMIT I SUBMIT!" I scream my surrender in agony, in joy at beating my own body, in worship as His grip squashes the cum from my busted balls and a MASSIVE load EXPLODES between us, SOAKING our abs, pecs, faces… "OHGAWD PLEASE STEELMUSCLEGOD PLEASE I'M YERS I'M YERS OHGAWD PLEASE!"

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: My entire being, my whole body is focused, every fibre of my being bent towards one goal: BREAKING THIS AMERICAN BASTARD'S RESISTANCE ON MY STEEL HARD BALLS. Outrageous pain is battering my guts, but I grimly keep on crushing. I hear Mason’s screams, his attempts to submit, each one aborted by another pulse of his fucking nuts. Each time I grip tighter, endure more pain… then… suddenly… I feel my steel hard nuts refuse to compress another fucking millimeter. I feel my manly balls refuse to give… but something… something has to give… GOTTA GIVE. BUT NOT MY STEEL BALLS. My balls drive into his twisted, freakish, cum filled super soldier balls, refusing to give anymore… and suddenly there is a POP and a shock as my balls drive into his, forced by my iron grip, busting his balls, popping them like fucking balloons. His cum gushes out, coating my abs, my face, his face with an explosion of cum, the thick gooey substance of his super soldier seed.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I’m stunned, and stagger a step, regaining my footing. Then I hear his submission, finally, coming out, screaming that he submits. It’s almost hard to believe, but it’s true…. I look down, realizing that I busted his balls, destroyed his American babymakers… it took that much to finally get him to submit. FUCK ME. All the rage, the fury suddenly drains away. He finally submits… FINALLY FUCKING SUBMITS. But at what cost… FUCK ME. Gonna take a while for my own throbbing, aching balls to recover. But I did it. FUCKING DID IT IN THE END. Broke this bastard, broke him all the way.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I reach out with my arms then, and draw him into me, as he bawls in joy, in pain, in total submission. Suddenly, as all that rage drains away, I feel fiercely protective of this hot as fuck bastard, fiercely possesive. I regret I had to break his fucking balls to get through to him. But I did it. I draw him in close, crushing him in my embrace, “Good boy… I’ve got you now. It’s okay. Gonna be okay.” I take a deep breath. Now for the final test.
“Name and rank, soldier?”

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: OHGAWD IT HURTS… it hurts… my dick is crazy hard, like it's hard in defiance, in defiance of the pain, in defiance of Project Hero...and in celebration because, for one moment, my brain is mine. I'd never really felt how much it wasn't, even knowin' the "protections" were there… I thought they were good, to save me… my big muscle body tries to collapse, but he catches me, that Steel hard slab of hairy musclegod… I lean into him, bawlin'... oh, save me, please…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "Mason Marshall, Corporal, US Marine Corps. Special Forces." I'm sobbin' into his big shoulder, the man who just fuckin' mutilated me. I oughta hate him, but I can't… and wouldn't matter anyway. He's too strong, too powerful. He fuckin' owns me an' I want him to. I want him to care for me, in a world what ain't got no good guy or bad guys. An' my brain ain't got no ringin' chorus of someone else's words, right now.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I nod, as the big American super soldier bawls against my shoulder, with me holding him, hearing him answer finally, the very first question I ever put to him. My massive quads are quivering, feeling exhaustion pounding on every muscle in my body, all those aches and pains I was telling to fuck off are coming back to fuck me now. But I’m not done yet. Got one more thing. Gotta get this boy to the doc. He’s a big, broken, ball-busted, blubbering mess, and he needs me right now, and I’m gonna be there for him. I just take the simple expedient of scooping him up off his feet, holding him tight against my chest, letting him get it all out of his system. “I got you now, Corporal. You are in safe hands. You made the right choice. It’s gonna be okay.” I stride off, forcing my body to do one more deed for today, get this boy to the Doc.

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12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: "He's dying." It had been a fascinating viewing experience, Steel's confrontation with Marshall, as we now knew his name to be… nearly as fascinating as the data coming in from the probes I'd embedded in the American's body. The biodata coming from Steel was also quite interesting, but that was a matter for another time. When Steel brought his battered and quasi-castrated body to me, I had already been prepping a number of acute treatments as the computer modeled outcomes for the changes the event created in his endocrine, nervous, and cardiovascular systems. That had been six hours ago.

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: It was
impressive that Steel was still on his feet… he looked exhausted, was medically exhausted… perhaps he'd found time for a nap? "It's not the damage itself… they have impressively engineered his body to produce its own form of antibiotics, seemingly a modification of his pancreas… he is reasonably safe from sepsis. No, the problem lies in the interconnections created in his gonads, brain, brain stem, liver… and, I suspect, the combination and conflict of his behavioural programming and natural sexual and relationship fetishes." I considered attempting to explain it to him, but the thought of reducing the insanely complex biochemistry to something he'd comprehend was onerous. "Put simply, without his testicles doing their job, his neurochemistry will reach a degree of imbalance he will not survive. He will become moody, withdrawn, possibly paranoid, eventually enter a coma… and then die."

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I’ve been in a fucking brutal battle against this American super soldier, pushed myself right to the limit and past it, I needed a fucking triple shot of vodka, and now to top it off, the Doc was telling me that my boy was going to die… Fuck Me. That is not an outcome I want. I suddenly pulled my head up sharply, and realized… realized… that maybe it went a bit deeper, and was more than just a fucking bit stronger than it not being an outcome I want. What the fuck? When the fuck did I start to feel this way about this American bastard? When the fuck? But it was true… I was gonna do my best to do right by him. He deserved it. He deserved better. I looked up at Doc Wiles, and my eyes took on a hard, steely look, the kind of look that said you don’t fuck with Derek Steel. “Doc. What I really want to hear you say next is something along the lines of you can fix this. I really want to hear you say that.”

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: I studied him a moment, newly fascinated. So fascinated, I failed to contain my thoughts to my inner monologue. "You genuinely believe you can intimidate the realities of science and biology, don't you?" I laughed. "Extraordinary." I turned back to my computer screens. "As it happens, however, yes… there are a number of options. His body's ability to heal is of course remarkable… with careful monitoring, and exogenous supplementation of various hormones and neurotransmitters to stave off his decay and death until his gonads heal, he will return to what they made him… a supposedly enhanced man with a fatal flaw, recklessly picking fights with, and making himself subservient to, whichever big strong men catch his fancy. I don't think I could selectively edit as they did before, but I could sever all his enhancement neurology… there's some chance this could also hamper his mental programming. He would be a more or less normal man, possibly with a legacy of things his brain will not let him discuss out loud."

12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: I pulled up a file, showing an esther compound, and gene therapy. "There is, finally, a more… unconventional solution." I turned back to face Steel. "People often talk of pheromones, to explain things like attraction… in truth, humans simply do not produce them. However… we have much of the glandular and olfactory machinery to produce and detect them… and Marshall's enhancements are deeply rooted in endocrine activity. I am confident I can produce a gene therapy which could restrict his subservience triggers to the presence of a specific, bespoke pheromone. He would retain his enhanced strength, endurance, aggressiveness… but rather than being recklessly aggressive, he would be what he was designed to be… but with a particular weakness, if you will, for one man." An irony; his engineers' failure had not been in their draconian measures, but in that they had not been draconian enough. "In this state, as closely as his cognitive conditioning is seemingly linked with his other enhancements, I think there is the best chance of eventually fully undoing his programming or, at the very least, turning it to serve a new master. In any event, he is currently conscious, and stable, if you would like to speak to him."

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: My eyes flashed daggers and I felt my fury start to boil as the Doc came back with his snarky comment. I was in no fucking mood for it. But before I could act on it, the doc continued… I listen to what the Doc said, it wasn’t all bright and happy news. The only way to get Mason to tell us what he knew would be to tie him to me, make him my permanent muscle bitch. FUCK ME. I stood up, walked over to the wall, and smashed it hard with my fist. Nothing was ever easy. FUCK FUCK FUCK. I paced back and forth. I needed that intel… I needed to know what we were facing. I needed to keep my men safe. I couldn’t… couldn’t risk it… but… THINK STEEL. USE YOUR FUCKING BRAIN. There are other ways. You could always capture another super soldier… there were rumours out there already… but it might be too late… but it might not… because, if I force Mason to be my muscle bitch, then I’m no better than those mother fucking bastards who did this to him. There was another way. There always was. Somethings… somethings just were not worth the price. I stop pacing. My mind was made up. I nodded at the Doc. “Okay Doc, I’m ready to speak with the boy.”

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02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: It feels so surreal… maybe that's just the painkillers, though. For the umpteenth time I reach down, feel my mangled sac, shudder… I oughta hate him. But I can't. Goddammit, I can't. What a fuckin' specimen he is. And, there ain't no lookin' away from it, guess it's a thing I've known deep down, but… I kinda like it. Bein' dominated. Fuck, shouldn't be no shame in that, whole fuckin' communities of folks out there into that shit… but most folks ain't warriors, most folks ain't packin' a brainload of secrets. An' even if they were, most folks can separate work an' play. What the fuck did they do to me?

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I remember it, that moment of… freedom? My brain feels different, now… but that moment's mostly faded, along with the urge to call him a musclegod… I grin. He is one, though, sure 'nough. I look up as someone enters… speak of the Devil… "Steel."

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I sit down at Mason’s bedside, looking at him. Realizing he must fucking hate me for what I did to him, now that his muscle bitch wiring is all smashed or whatever. Well, so the fuck what. He deserves better. I reach out, put my hand on Mason’s shoulder, and explain to him carefully his options. I’m quiet for a moment, and my face is … unreadable. Man, this is tough. Tougher than I thought. I don’t want this boy to go. But he deserves to choose for himself. “So, Mason, what I’m saying, why I’m taking all the trouble to spell this out for you…” I steel myself, going on, “It’s your choice boy. You have been fucked around, had people up there messing with your head, your nuts, all that shit. You deserve better. You deserve to decide for yourself what you want. It’s your choice. Whatever you decide, then that’s it. That’s what will happen. You can go, you can stay, you can get yourself wired however the fuck you like. I mean it. You deserve better, boy.”

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Holy shit. Holy shit. It's a goddamned weird experience, havin' to tiptoe around yer own damned brain. I have to think about this, and it matters how I think about it if I don't just want it shut down. Instinctively, I know I daren't look him in the eye right now, so I fix my gaze on the far wall.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: What was done to me, it was supposed to make me stronger, thanks - no. Shit. Try again. I was changed, my will fucked with. Ok. I knew that, and I thought it was OK 'cause I worked for the good guys, thanks H-... No. Try again. There's definitely bad guys. I've met 'em. But maybe there ain't no good guys… there's only folks what think they're good, an' some of 'em have power… some of 'em have too much. Yeah, OK. So… if there's mostly only power an' perspective, then I guess what matters most is, who has yer back?

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: An' speakin' of power, what about me? I… I fuckin' LOVE my strength, LOVE feelin' that surge, thanks Hero! Goddammit. No. No. Try again. I've always loved bein' strong, even as a kid. Football, wrestlin', I was a beast. I love bein' the most beast. But they fucked it up. Yep, I'm allowed that, or can't deny it, or whatever. They fucked it up. I could be the most beast, though, rightly… I could be what they aimed for, thanks Hero! Dammit.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Now, the test. The test. I look over at him. Strong, savage… takes care of his own. I could be his own. Owned by his strength. Why's that thought OK? Maybe they ain't never thought about this one… maybe he broke somethin' free after all. Maybe he's too strong for 'em. He's so fuckin' strong, so fuckin' manly… I think about tellin' him anything concrete I know about Project Hero, and I can practically feel my brain seize up, thanks-... No. Try again.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: There's bad guys, but there ain't no good guys, there's just power. Power gets used. I'm a powerful man, I'm supposed to be more powerful than I am. I was promised power and it weren't delivered. An' powerful men excite me. And here's the most powerful man I've met, and all he wants is a promise, a simple promise, and he'll grow my power an' put his power… his huge fuckin' indomitable power, between me an' what'd hurt me. I waited… but whatever we'd already beat in my brain, I could think this. I could choose it.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "I ain't promisin' to call ya a god," I growl, "an' there's shit I won't do… jobs I won't do, I mean. An' if I find out we're doin' 'em, we're gonna have a fuckin' problem. But… yer a powerful man, Steel, an' I don't wanna lose my…" I laugh, bitterly. "... my 'gifts.' I wanna be what they promised… promised, and failed to deliver. If the price is wantin' an' takin' yer dick… well," I grin at him. "That ain't so burdensome. Sure woulda been a whole lot easier if you'd have just given me that damned warlord, though." I closed my eyes, suddenly tired. "Do it. Make me yers, Steel."

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Outwardly, my expression stays the same the entire time. But inwardly, I was shell shocked. This man… this muscle-beast… the man I’d beaten, fucked, tortured, and somehow, somehow… come to respect and even more than respect… the man who I’d fucking castrated… he wanted to be mine. Fuck Me. Holy shit. I got myself a boy… I got my own red-blooded All-American honest to fucking god super soldier to be my very own. What the fuck did I do to deserve that? I stand up, lean down, and kiss that fucking bastard something rotten fierce, driving my mouth into his, grinding my stubble into his face, and not letting him get a word or breath in edgewise. Finally, after driving my tongue practically down his throat, I break off and stand up, wiping my mouth. Then with a grin, I look down at my boy, “You made the right choice, boy. I swear, I’ll take good care of you.” I turn and leave, then break out in a wild grin. “Okay Doc… do your science shit on him… he wants… he fucking actually chose himself… to be mine. Now, where the fuck is my vodka? I need a drink.”

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12:88 Doctor_Julian_Wiles: It was no surprise at all that the plan was to bind Marshall to Steel, though I would not have predicted the man would choose it. In any event, I had already begun preparations… for the procedure to perform on Marshall… and two doses of pheromone gene therapy…

===4 Months Later===

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: Sweat-soaked, muscles achin', His huge, dominant quads wrapped around my desperately flexin' core… His Steel biceps crushin' into my deep muscled armpits as He locks on his nelson... c'mon, Mason, flex, FLEX! "HHRRAA!" My balls PUMP, firin' again, tryin' to squeeze one more surge out, I howl as my cum-packed balls swell an' I FLEX an' His Steelmusclegod grip HOLDS…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: There's enough space in a far corner of my mind to be amazed at the difference in these moments now, compared to before I was His man, like one of them Highlights magazine "spot the differences" pictures. I want SO BADLY to beat Him, and even knowin' that deep down I really don't… that don't seem to make a difference. An' I know I'm safe… oh, I'm gonna be bruised as shit, he ain't a gentle man… but I don't want a gentle man, I want my Steelmusclegod (it's impossible not to think of Him like that when I'm in the zone)... but I'm safe. An' outside these moments, I got respect, an' purpose, that I CHOSE… an' I'm more powerful'n I've ever been. That tiny corner of my brain gets to have itself a chuckle thinkin' about my "friendly sparrin' rematch" with Usov… he's a tough sumbitch but boy did he learn a lesson that day, beaten into his body by my muscle, carved into his tight virgin ass by my thick dick… that video put a quick end to the comments among the men, an Usov sure 'nough treats me proper, now.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: I get snapped back into the moment as He FLEXES down on me and I strain back but He's JUST TOO DANGED STRONG… "...nnnyyYYAAHH!" My bitched balls FIRE again, outta the good stuff, but pumping up more cum… FUCK IT HURTS… "PLEASE, STEELMUSCLEGOD, I SUBMIT!"

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: Covered in sweat, my muscles aching, burning, but driven by my steel hard will as once again me and my boy have a meeting of muscle. Sweet as always, as nut-churning hot as fuck as always. With the outcome as inevitable as it always is. Sweet. FUCKING SWEET. This tough bastard once wrapped up nice and tight, today’s finisher of choice is a rock hard body scissor/full nelson combo. He never goes down easy, and that’s just how I fucking love it. My cock getting rock hard, leaking pre, sliming up his back, I can feel it building, used to the signs by now, and he submits screaming it out, submits to his steelmusclegod. MMmmmmm… I never get tired of that.

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I ease up a bit on the pressure, then growl in his ear, speaking through my heavy breathing, “Okay, boy, today, let’s talk about your fellows in Project HERO… I want to know who else is out there that’s been rewired like you. Name, rank, your assessment of their strengths and weaknesses.”

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: OH GAWD HE'S TOO STRONG, I CAN'T FIGHT HIM… in that tiny corner of my brain that I've learned to keep when I'm in the zone I think 'no, goddammit, man… that's too much at once, I ain't gonna be able to answer!', an' I feel Hero's conditionin' rise up… but it don't stop me, this time. I'm too strong for 'em. He's too strong for 'em. "Fella named Randall, don't know his first name… uuhhnn… Sergeant, he deserted, somehow, before my time… hhnnngg… David Armstrong, Lieutenant… OH GAWD… he's practically a Boy Scout, they call him 'Captain America,' an' what weaknesses?... unnn… I think maybe I'm stronger'n he is, ain't sure… OH GAWD, THAT'S ALL I SWEAR! They planned more, there's probl'y two more out there by now, but they mostly keep us secret from each other… PLEASE, STEELMUSCLEGOD!"

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I ease up, the entire conversation being recorded, as always, to be looked over later, sifted and sorted through. That’s enough de-conditioning for today. All this fighting has made me horny as fuck. And my boy is right here… and my dick is damn near in the perfect spot. I growl in his ear, “Good job boy… you did real good today. You are one damn fine soldier, one of the strongest mother fuckers I know. Now… time for some Steel up your ass!!” Then, all it takes is just a small adjustment, sliding down just a bit, getting my hard-steel spike, all slimy with pre in the right position, then with a grunt of enormous fucking horny satisfaction, I plow it home, claiming my super soldier’s hot fucking ass with sheer alpha pleasure.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "HNNNGG!!" OH GAWD HE'S SO FUCKIN' THICK SO FUCKIN' ALPHA SO FUCKIN' STRONG!! "AWWW, FUCKIN' BREED ME, GIMME YER ALPHA SEED STEELMUSCLEGOD!!" So locked up, can't barely move but I FLEX my ass on that thick dominant cock an' start buckin', pushin' into Him, tryin' to pull his whole goddamn being in to claim and dominate my hole!

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: FUCK ME… THIS BOY KNOWS HOW TO WORK MY STEEL. I groan as I drive into him like a piledriver, smashing deep up his hot ass. He's such a fucking muscle beast… hot as shit to beat the fucking daylights out of him… owning his ass… drives me fucking crazy… he’s my fucking boy… my fucking muscle bitch… ARGHHHHHH… FUCKKKKKKKKK… I thrust my dick to the hilt, tense like a piece of cabled steel, and blow my nuts, blasting his soldier hole with my thick, creamy steel seed, collapsing to the mat under him, breathing heavy.

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "OHHMYFUCKINGAWWWWD!" I feel His huge Steel cock PUMP inside me, blessin' me with His powerful seed… I fuckin' HOWL in pain an' pleasure as my defeated, owned, cum-packed balls PUMP an' my huge load SPRAYS out, soakin' my chest, our faces, the mat… I fall back onto His strong body… my Steelmusclegod… my Steel…

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: With the release of my load, my brain an' body are already easin' back from the zone… he's just… ha, "just"... Derek Steel again, my hot boss, my hot man… the man what set me loose… his dick still up in me, I nuzzle back into him. "Woof… I thought ya'd gone too far with the questions, that time, man."

01:09 AgentDerekSteel: I feel that massive, over-muscled freak, my massive over-muscled freak, collapse back down on top of me, grinding and nuzzling into my hard, hairy pecs, acting like a scratching post for his shoulders. I grunt, “Nah. You gotta learn to trust the boss.” I pull his head down, my hands on his squared off chin, turning him towards me, raising my head, and giving him a big, scratchy kiss, my scruff scraping his cheeks as I drive my tongue in. Growling, then turning us over, and standing up, my piece of steel popping out with a loud PLOP from his hot ass, a long trailer of cum dangling outta the tip, reaching out my hand to pull him up, “C’mon Mason. Let’s grab a shower.” I put my arm around his shoulder, giving him a rough squeeze, “Then, maybe we can see if you can match me shot for shot… Usov brought back some of the good stuff from Russia last night….”

02:46 Corporal_Mason_Marshall: "With my metabolism?" I wrap my arm back around him, knuckle his ribs with my other hand. "Ya already know I'll drink ya under the table…"

Published: 2021-02-26, viewed 75 times.