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<AgentDerekSteel>I've been hired by the Syndicate to clean up a mess. They often turn to me to clean up after their incompetence. This time, it was a kidnapping, a prominent local politician who'd been making trouble disrupting their money laundering operations. They'd left some evidence behind at the scene of the kidnapping, and thanks to the skills of a particularly exceptional local PC, the evidence was discovered and was safely in the evidence locker at the local Police station. For the moment.

The Syndicate had an inside man in the cleaning company that the local Police services contracted with to provide their janitorial services. He fudged the records and the security check, passing me off as a long time employee transferred from another office. He had booked himself an 'overseas holiday' immediately after, at the Syndicate's expense to avoid the law once my actions were traced back to the cleaning company.

However, this allowed me access to the station. That night, while I was keeping my head down and performing my duties, I discovered the room where the evidence locker was kept. I had managed to carefully smuggle in some plastic explosives with me. About five minutes later, I was on a 'bathroom break' when a powerful explosion ripped through the evidence locker. Mission accomplished. I escaped through the emergency exit when the fire alarm went off along with the other support staff, and melted away into the night.

I changed then, out of my cleaner's uniform, and into casual streetwear, thick black Doc Marten boots, steel-tipped, heavy jeans, a plain black t-shirt, and a heavy overcoat from where I'd stashed it earlier. Along with this, I strapped my tactical belt around my waist, carrying a small handgun, a taser, a small cannister of mace, and a steel extensible baton. Unless absolutely required, I never went anywhere unarmed. I used my heavy overcoat to disguise how heavily armed I was. But the reality was I didn't need weapons to hurt or kill a man. During my stint in the UK Royal Marines, before I decided that crime paid better, I learned plenty of ways to maim, break, and kill men with my fists and feet, as well as world-class skills as an assassin, a spy, an interrogator, a torturer, weapons handling, and infiltration. I kept my 220lb, 6' of muscle sharply honed, the muscle packed on to my frame, steel hard and battle-forged ready for anything, anywhere, anytime.

Then, as if I'd not a care in the world, I walked casually down the street, and turned up an alley. There were sirens blaring loudly several blocks away and the sound of a fire engine in the distance. I whistled, then at the other end of the alley, I saw a lone Copper turn the corner. He'd been at the police station, but I doubted he would recognize me, definitely not in the dark shadows of the alley. I acted like any other citizen on their way home after a night of drinking, adjusting my gait so I stumbled slightly, nothing to see here Officer, just a lad headed home after a few pints too many. But, I was ready for anything.

<British_Cop>It's fair to say that explosions at my police station don't happen very often, in fact during my time in the police the number of times that it had happened before tonight was exactly "0"; and as of this moment was exactly "1". I had been heading back to the station after being on duty that evening, on foot patrol, sometimes even firearms officers had to perform normal policing actions due to the fact that in this day and age the police were very stretched.

But my time in the Para's before the police had made me aware of my surroundings, I don't take notice of you, but you stumble and instinctively I step forward to help you. But balance is instinctual, stumbling like that should have made you fall over more... that's what I'd be thinking if it was any other night, but I was distracted by the fact that there was a lot going on, explosions, fire, sirens.

And even drunk guys get spooked by them... or would go and stare in blissful alcoholic stupor at the explosion site, because everyone does that, no one ignores something like this. Unless they have something to hide. Drugs maybe... Selling drugs in a club, that's what it normally ends up being 99% of the time - and just because there had been a terrorist attack doesn't mean I shouldn't do the job that the Queen pays me for.

"Sir," I say as I change direction to head towards you directly. "Hold up."

<AgentDerekSteel>For a moment, just a moment, it looks like I'm gonna get past you without any fuss. But fuck me, you went and suddenly changed directions heading directly towards me. I didn't drop the act though. I'd judged that you were very likely one step above your average British copper and noticed something that made you suspicious. Then, FUCK ME again, I would happen to get stopped by a firearms officer. Gun battles can get messy, and I try to avoid them. I considered just pulling out my hand gun or my taser and seeing if I could end this quickly, but something about you made me hesitate.

The closer you came to me, the more I had you pegged as one dangerous fucker, probably military background. It showed in the way you walked, the confidence of your stride, the hard no nonsense look in your eyes, the way you held your handsome square jaw, set in a line of firm determination. Your reaction time would probably be on a par with my own when it came to drawing a weapon. And the moment, I made a move inside my overcoat for my handgun or taser, you would likely respond in kind with your own weapon and it would be a face off.

No, if it came to it, hand to hand was gonna be the most sensible way of dealing with this situation. As you get close to me, I bend over for a moment as if I'm about to throw up. Then, lightning fast, I straighten up, my 220lbs of muscle exploding into sudden violence, a surge of power rippling out from my steel hard core, driving my fist up like a thunderbolt, looking to smash you right underneath your chin in a savage uppercut.

<British_Cop>I stagger back into the opposite alleyway wall, dazed for a second as whatever it was I was expecting, I wasn't expecting that. I had been expecting you to be a criminal, but I had still been expecting you to be drunk, or just a guy who'd run. My jaw hurts like fuck.

It may have been three years since I'd left the parachute regiment, but I was still in the habit of going to the gym daily, and in the para's part of the training was called "milling" which is basically a free for all fist fight where you had to stay up as long as possible, so training for punch ups was right down my alley.

No pun intended.

I kick back off the wall and slam my weight right into you, bringing my elbow up and around to slam it into the side of your face. "Get down you FUCKER" I snarl at you.

<AgentDerekSteel>As I felt my fist blast you hard in the jaw, watching you stagger into the wall dazed. I had plenty of time to get my guard up hard and tight , my fists and arms held high to protect my face, to prepare myself for your charge.

As you came in, slamming your weight into me, I keep myself loose, letting your weight push us both backwards, not fully resisting your charge. Then, as your right elbow whistles in towards my jaw, it hits my thickly muscled left arm already in position to guard my face.

Before you can fully retract your right elbow, my hands suddenly shoot up, and grab your right wrist. I suddenly spin in place, holding your right wrist up over my shoulder as I turn, ramming my heavy back into the front of your Copper's uniform, feeling, even through the thick vest, the heavy muscle beneath it.

I bend forward quickly, snapping your right arm over my shoulder with a massive explosion of strength from my battle-tested muscular core, heaving your entire body over my shoulder in a brutal judo toss, twisting your right arm as you fall, looking to fuck up and damage your right arm, as you land with a CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH back first, feet facing away from me hard onto the pavement. I snarl, "NOPE, SORRY COPPER, BUT I DON'T PLAY YOUR GAME. YOU PLAY MINE!"

<Britsh_Cop>I'm in pain, but there isn't much I can do about that bar listening to the training, and putting it to the back of my mind. Don't let it hurt, don't let it worry you, there is no damage until after the fight, no pain, no injury that you cannot work through, if it hurts, it'll hurt more later, but right now it's all about winning the fight. I feel some blood dripping down the side of my face from the impact on the ground.

I roll away, luckily a lot of my uniform does protect from permanent damage, the elbow and knee pads and I roll back against the alleyway wall and look across at you, more defensive now. I look at you. "I am an armed firearms officer, get on your knees, now."

I wipe the blood away from my face with my left hand, and look at you. "You don't want to mess with me."

<AgentDerekSteel>Stalking you as you roll away from me, keeping my distance my guard up. You roll back against the alleyway wall, your back up against the wall, your legs splayed out in front of you. I nod to myself, I can see it in your eyes that you have reassesed my threat level, and are now attempting a more defensive approach. You tell me about you being an armed firearms officer and to get on my knees, how I don't want to mess with you.

There is a puddle of grungy water in the middle of the alley. I chuckle at you as you act big, not mentioning that I'm also armed, willing to keep my gun out of this fight unless I have no choice. Suddenly, I slice my boot across the top of the puddle of grungy water, sending a spray of the muddy gunk directly at your face, then using my distraction to step forward, spin on one of my boots, flinging my other steel-toed doc marten boot out in a lighting fast arc, smashing my heavy steel-toed boot across your the side of your strong, handsome square jaw in a spinning kick with terrific force. CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"I'm armed with my fists and my feet, Copper. You sure as FUCK do not want to mess with me."

<British_Cop>But this time I'm more prepared and I bring my arm up to block the kick so rather than hitting my face, you're hitting padding on my arm instead, it doesn't stop the blow but it sure does help defend against it although it sends a massive wave of pain through my alright injured right arm, but while I get my bearings instead due to the water , I feel the boot hit the arm, and even blinded for a second due to the water, I spin my own foot around to hook your ankle while you're off balance, and kick your remaining leg out from under you.

"SAME," I snarl, as you land on your back on the ground slamming into that same pool of water, and then in a very un-police thing to do I bring my own steel toed police issue boots down on your stomach and abdomen .

<AgentDerekSteel>Seeing through my distraction, you get your arm up to block my kick, the impact is still savage, still knocks you hard against your injured right arm, to the side, but even blinded you lash out with your own boot, knocking my planted leg from under me before I can fully get my balance back. FUCKKKKKKKKKKkk... I'm thinking as I splash down in the water, this dude is GOOD.

You get up rapdily, lift your own heavy steel-toed police boot, and I exhale all my wind, suck in my gut, and tense my abs like fuck as your boot SMASHES down hard into my steel-strong core, a shockwave of pain rippling out from the impact point.

The pain is an old friend, not to be pushed away, not to avoided, but to be embraced. Luckily, I wasn't winded since I knew the trick of exhaling all the air before taking the stomp, but it still hurt as I felt a big bruise spreading across my abs.

I reach out though, my years of training and fighting in the Royal Marines coming to the fore, no fear of injury, no fear of death, just the fight and what is next. I grab each ankle with a hand, the one planted in my gut, and the one planted on the pavement. I fight through the ache in my abs, breathing steadily, and yank your feet out from under you sending you crashing down to your back.

I roll over like a snake on top of your chest as you crash hard on your back, my 220lbs of muscle pressing down side ways across your chest, my legs wrapping up your left arm, my left arm pinning your injured right wrist to the pavement, and my right arm snakes up, then blasts downward savagely, smashing my right elbow into your undefended jaw, my right bicep flexed hard as steel, power rippling through my muscle as I look to seriously fuck up your jaw.

<British_Cop>I’m bleeding from the corner of my mouth now and my head is sore and my right arm in massive pain.

But the Royal Marines and the parachute regiment have a lot in common, the fact that they never back down, and they’ll fight until there is nothing left at all.

You’re sitting on my chest and controlling the top half of my body, the wet alleyway beneath my back soaking into my uniform. Can’t reach my gun or baton due to the arms being pinned.

My head is buzzing and I think my jaw may be slightly dislocated as I put my head up sharply as if I’m trying to head butt you but it’s more a ruse just for a second as I want your head slightly further away as I take a deep breath and flex my strong stomach muscles and bend my hips and bring my legs up over your shoulders and while you’ve still got my arms pinned my legs are locked around your head.

I squeeze my thighs tight around your head and neck and then twist hard, trying either to roll you off me or you suspect to break your neck which is another unpolice action.

<AgentDerekSteel>My elbow crunches deep into your jaw, and I feel the damage it does as I unload it. You lift your head, and as I load up my elbow for another strike to your jaw, you fucking surprise the hell out of me as your legs snap up, I feel the powerful muscles in your core tighten and feel your legs suddenly lift up, as you crunch yourself up nearly double, catching your thighs around my neck.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

You squeeze, and then start to twist your thighs hard, and I recognize that motion, it's a lethal move designed to break a man's neck. Everything moves into slow motion as the muscles and bones in my neck begin to broadcast danger signals from the extreme force unleashed by your powerful thighs.

I breath and react, not allowing myself to think simply, react. I bring my right arm down to replace my left hand, so that now my left arm is free and my right hand is pinning your right wrist to the alley floor.

My left hand then dives behind me, seeking your groin area, which is conveniently very close as you have crunched up your abs to bring your legs forward. As I was taught, I stab savagely with my thumb, digging DEEP into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, into the nerve that runs up the inside of the groin. The sudden shock is enough to temporarily loosen your thighs, allowing me to pull my head free. My left hand then replaces my right hand, and I bury my head down low near your shoulder, bearing my weight down, not going to be taken by that move a second time.

A savage wrenching pain is radiating from my neck muscles, testament to the very near brush with death from your well-trained, deadly para skills. I lift my right arm again, and smash my right elbow down brutally into your jaw, crunching deep into the side of that handsome square jaw. Then, I lift my right arm a second time, my bicep rippling with power as I breathe into the pain in my neck, the pain in my core, testament to your skills as a fighter. I savagely smash that elbow down a second time, driving it with all the muscle and force I can muster into the side of that red-bearded square jaw. CRUNCHHHHHHHHH

<British_Cop>I nearly black out from the pain both in my crotch and in my jaw now. I wait until you pull your arm back again so your balance is back beyond your centre point and while I can’t knock you off due to your positioning it’s the moment of weakness for your left arm holding my arm which I yank back as hard as I can scraping it across the ground causing it to bleed and I may have dislocated my shoulder. I grab my taser with it and fire it immediately at close range right into your own groin the electricity running into you with searing fire, but i can’t hold on to the taser for more than a brief couple of seconds before the pain is too much and I drop it and try to shove you off me.

<AgentDerekSteel>You fucking bastard... you cleverly wait until my arm is at the apex of it's swing, where my grip on your right arm is at it's most vulnerable, then you pull savage, yanking your injured arm free, reaching down to your tactical belt and grabbing your taser, you don't quite hit my groin, since I'm laid out flat on my belly across you, and my groin is resting on your left shoulder, but you catch me right in my left hip, and that's bad enough. I've been tasered before, every Special Forces division has men experience a taser.

It never gets any easier though. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKk

I lay on top of you, shuddering and twitching violently, feeling my teeth rattle. But your right arm is too fucked to provide a point of balance, and my weight stays on top of you, your left arm tangled up in my legs. A healthy, conditioned man will lose motor control for five seconds from a taser. And a Special Forces trained man who has deliberately trained with tasers will be just as deadly after those five seconds are up as before. I am still on top of you when I regain motor control, which happens as soon as you drop the taser.

I growl, "FUCK YOU COPPER!" I reach out with my left hand and pin your right arm to the ground again, then, I reach into my tactical belt, and pull out my cannister of mace, pepper spray, with my right arm. I unload it full into your eyes.

I reholster my pepper spray, Then, keeping my head tight into your shoulder, and honing in my senses as hard as I can, paying close attention to my balance, on the hunt for any more measures you might take, realizing that were I in your position, I'd be doing exactly the same thing. I smash my right elbow savagely into your red bearded jaw as your right arm is fucked, and your eyes are full of pepper spray. Then, I smash my right elbow again, brutally into your square ginger bearded jaw.

<British_Cop>There’s not much I can do here right now as I’m pretty much out for the count due to the pepper spray. There’s very little I can do to win the fight now as I’ve been one step behind since that blindsided punch at the start

My mouth is bleeding and I’m starting to black out. I try a weaker kick out but it doesn’t get much purchase on the ground. But I never go without a fight. My groin and arm and head now in excruciatingly large amounts of pain.

I move my shoulder and my arm is tangled in your legs I adjust my gloved hand very slightly and grab your crotch as hard as I can but it’s only meant to distract you for just an instant as with my damaged other arm I press my emergency call button on my radio to say I’m in trouble.

But then I nearly black out from the next punch.

<AgentDerekSteel>You adjust your left arm whilst it's tangled in my legs, and manage to briefly get a squeeze onto my crotch with a brief sharp burst of pain, but it distracts me enough for you get your right arm free while I readjust my legs to retrap your left arm. Then suddenly, I hear a beep. FUCK. He's activated the emergency call button on his radio. Knowing I've only got a few minutes left, I regain control of your right wrist, pulling it away from your radio, and pinning it down. Then, going for the knockout, I savagely drive my elbow into your square, manly red bearded jaw again. CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
And again.... CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
And a third time to be certain....... CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

You are one tough man.

<British_Cop>The last thing I manage to get out is a defiant “fucker” before I’m left there lying in the alleyway unconscious.

<AgentDerekSteel>I work quickly and efficiently as you get knocked out, standing up, feeling shooting pains in my neck, a savage bruise spreading across my abs, and a twitch in my limbs from the taser that will take a while to fade.

Though it was over fairly quickly, it was not an easy fight, and you were far more capable than I'd expect from your run of the mill copper. I decided quickly not to kill you. The body would be too difficult to hide. I decided instead to take you back with me. A dead cop could provide a valuable clue to my activities.

A missing cop, vanished without a trace would be much better. First, I shoved you over onto your stomach, out of the puddle of water. I quickly used your restraints to cuff your hands together behind your back, and then to cuff your ankles together, immobilizing you. I removed your radio from your uniform, removed the battery, and threw it down the storm drain. Then, I removed your tactical belt, along with your firearm and other gear, and wrapped it around my waist, just above my own tactical belt, adjusting it so they both fit. I took off your boots, removed your socks, replaced your boots, and used your sweaty, dirty socks as a gag to keep you quiet, stuffing it in your mouth and tying it in place with pieces of nylon rope I kept on me for unusual circumstances.

I hefted your beefy, muscular knocked out cop muscle over my shoulder, and made my way through the back alleys towards my vehicle. I kept you in the seat beside me, stuffed low. After about an hour without incident, I reached a safe house outside the city. I carried you into the building, I knocked you out again with a savage strike to the side of your head, then stripped you of your uniform, until you were completely naked.

I placed your cuffed, beaten, captured, naked, red headed cop muscle on a table. Then, I let you wake up. The room we were in was sound proofed, so I wasn't worried about you speaking anymore. I had removed the gag from your mouth. I walk around you, exploring your body with my hands, rubbing my hands up and down the contours of your naked muscle, enjoying the thickness, the fitness, and the power of it. I'm clearly aroused. I speak then, "Well Officer, you put up quite the fight. For that you have my sincere respect. I don't underestimate your abilities at all. But now, what am I going to do with you? After of course, I fuck you. Which is what I do with worthy opponents whom I have decided to let live."

<British_Cop>I strain against the restraints as I slowly sit up. With the cuffs behind my back it’s hard to actually do much at all. Naked and soft my cock is only five inches soft but thick, obviously it’s a monster when large and normally I’m the one using it on someone.

“I feel like crap. And you consider me worthy. Well that’s ducking great isn’t it. Like I fucking care.”

“You were the one who bombed my station weren’t you. Well you’re not fucking me. I do the fucking. I’m not a fucking pansy bottom.”

I look up and down your body. If this had been after a club I’d probably be interested in you. But not now.

I wince in pain when I try to move my arm. “You fucking did a number on me. You ex forces?”

<AgentDerekSteel>I chuckle as you come around from being knocked out. "You should be grateful that I consider you worthy. If I didn't you'd be dead." I completely ignore your question about me being the one bombing the station. The awnser was likely obvious.

My dick actually starts to get quite hard when you explain how I am not fucking you and how you are not a pansy bottom. I check you out as you wince in pain, my handiwork. I answer your final question then, "Yes. As are you, based on the fight you gave me. I was trained as a Royal Marine before I decided that the financial opportunities were more lucrative as an
... independent soldier. No harm in telling you now, you will figure it out eventually. My name is Derek Steel. You might have heard of me." I pull you off the table, spin you around, and shove your torso forcefully onto the table. I reach between your legs, and fondle your cock and balls with one hand, keeping you pinned to the table with the other, then release your balls, extend my index finger, and simply ram it up to the hilt in your ass, forcing it past your clenched muscles.

<British_Cop>I grunt in pain slightly. But my cock is getting hard as it was stroked. “Fuck is that your cock,” I say when I feel your finger. “It looked a bit thicker on you.”

“But I wouldn’t expect a fucking royal marine to have a thick cock like a real parachute regiment soldier. Former Staff Sergeant Aaron Mitchell.”

“You should get on this table. I’d show you how a real fucking man did this. Before I throttled you to death and fucking raped your lifeless corpse to fucking prove the point that the para’s are fucking better.”

<AgentDerekSteel>MMmmmmm..... You are full of defiance. I love it. It gets me harder and harder. I remove my finger having judged probed your ass a bit. "Yeah, a dry fuck is definitely in order here, Former Staff Sergeant Aaron Mitchell. You are going to feel my cock soon enough, don't worry. I just like a little...." I grab the back of your head in my hand then, pull back on your hair, and SAVAGELY smash your face, nose first into the hard, unyielding table. Meanwhile, I grab your cock and balls, and start to fondle them, I feel already how your cock is starting to hard in response to that simple stimulation. "I see how it is, Officer Mitchell." I begin to probe the tip of your ass with my cock, having just freed it from my trousers. I lift the back of your head, and because I can, I smash your face down hard into the table again. "If the paras were better, Former Staff Sergeant, then I'd likely be dead right now. The situation we are in provides the only answer to that question which matters." I grunt, and start to insert my 8" beercan into the opening of your asshole as I fondle your cock and grind your face into the table top.
<British_Cop>“Fucking bastard. You fucking are going to fucking rape me.” I grunt in pain but I can still take it.

My head slams into the table but it’s still defiant no matter what despite your cock now being inside me. I grunt again in more pain from your cock. My arse hasn’t had that much experience only my cock has.

But it’s actually quite pleasurable in some way which doesn’t help the fact that my own pride and joy is getting erect.

“Whatever fucking happened to military fucking brotherhood you fucking rapist marine prick.”

My hands are handcuffed behind my back and I wait for your cock to slide in some more and I rake them down sharply the piece of metal between the two cuffs slamming into the hard cock and one hand grabbing the balls as hard as I can once I feel where your cock is and I yank them hard before squeezing them tightly. Your sack in my hand hard. “Fucking let me go now and I’ll forget all about this.” As I squeeze tighter.

<AgentDerekSteel>"Not sure about rape, Aaron. Not sure you can rape the willing." I fondle your hard, and getting harder, cock.
I grunt, then shove sliding my dick up deeper into your ass, feeling it stretch in ways which I'm sure are painful for you.

I laugh, "Military brotherhood? Seriously? Those of us in the Military are trained for one purpose: To kill members of other Militaries. Brotherhood my ass!"

Then, as my cock slides in further, I fucking scream! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH You slide your hands back till the metal seperator for the cuffs slamming into the base of my thick beercan mid rape. You grab my balls with your hands, and I feel that age old sensation of wanting to lose your fucking lunch.

You make threats about me letting you go, but I answer you by breathing into the pain, reaching down with my hand, and grabbing the tip of your index finger, screaming in agony as I do, then bending it backwards, breaking it. I proceed down the length of your right hand, methodically bending back each finger, and savagely breaking it. I then give the same treatment to your other hand, selecting each digit and quite methodically bending it backwards at the joint and breaking it. I step back, my cock starting to go soft, but now getting hard again from the torture I've just dished out to you. I speak then, my voice ice cold, "Don't fuck with me Aaron. I've decided what I'm going to do with you. You are coming back to my training facility, and I will use you to demonstrate to the trainees how interrogation and torture are conducted. It will be very interesting to see how long you survive. But..." I fondle your cock which is still betraying you, "... I suspect you might actually be twisted enough to enjoy some of it."

<British_Cop>I’ve collapsed on the table in pain now. “Fuck. You’re enjoying this you perverted fucker. And yeah. My cock is getting hard because you’re fucking me. Of course it’s fucking hard. Not because I’m enjoying it you fucker.”

I’m breathing hard from the pain. “How the fuck can you do this. We’re both British military you cocksucking faggot.”

My hands won’t be able to grab you any more.

“Let me out of the cuffs.”

“Look. I can’t do much any more”

<AgentDerekSteel>I laugh, listening to your crazy logic. "Yeah, why don't you try that line on someone who doesn't see right through your shit. BROTHER. Because we are brothers in one way at least. The way our dicks are wired. I WAS British military, now I'm an independent contractor with very different loyalties."

As I fuck you deeper and harder, the tip of my cock finds your prostrate, and I deliberately focus my efforts on slamming into it hard and rough.

"You want me to let you out of the cuffs? Hmmmmm.... let me think about.... FUCK YOU AARON. FUCK YOU AND FUCK THE PARAS. YOU DON'T GIVE THE ORDERS ANYMORE, BOY!" I scream in your ear like a drill sargeant, then I grab your cuffed arms, and I PUSH them up, away from your back, bending your arms backwards further and further, starting to do intensely serious damage to your shoulders, tendons and muscles starting to get savagely ruined.

<British_Cop>I growl in pain now with my arms moved up. The burning sensation in my shoulders sending massive of white hot heat through my muscles.

But there is undoubtably a massive amount of pleasure happening as well. And my cock is dripping as my prostrate is being slammed into.

“Fuck. Brother. We are. We are fucking brothers. You don’t fucking go through all our training not to be. Your squad mates. Your friends. You and I aren’t in the military any more. But we’ve been through a lot. Fuck. Leave off the arms. You’ve been in Afghanistan haven’t you. Same as me. You saw the fucking shit there. We’ve been through the same stuff. Brother.”

<AgentDerekSteel>I push up on your arms, feeling the convulsions and quivering from the damage I'm doing to your powerful muscles. Then, even as I keep fucking you, just as I'm on the verge of crippling your shoulders in a such a way you might never be able to use them properly again, the entire tone of your voice shifts and changes. I release the pressure on your shoulders just the smallest amount as you speak about our shared training, and our shared time in Afghanistan. I nod. I knew there was a reason I didn't kill you back there. I speak up then, "Yeah, Aaron, you are right I was in Afghanistan, and it was the shit I saw that made me swear an oath to never again kill unless it was my decision. That's why I went independent. No one but me gives the orders on who to kill or who to keep alive. I decide. Me. I tell you what Aaron, I've decided not to kill you today. Yet. Though that stunt you pulled with my balls had changed my mind, and I was gonna break your neck after I finished raping you. But, I won't cripple you today and I won't kill you on one condition. No more shit, not today. Your dick knows what it wants. Let it have what it wants. Don't fight me. Surrender. Not forever, just for this, right now. Shit, I like you Aaron, you are fucking my kind of man. Don't make me kill you. Then I won't get to fuck you again. You do that for me, and I won't cripple you today. What do you say?"

<British_Cop>The thing is the army teaches you when to know when you’re beaten and when to live to fight another day. And while it’s a duty of a prisoner to escape ; there also no point in fighting a losing battle.

I grunt in pain again. “Stop with the fucking shoulder then. Yeah my cock is solid. This is only the fucking third time I’ve been fucked. Do you remember the first time you had sex after the first twelve weeks of basic training. That time when you got laid for the first time in 12 weeks and you fucking thought it was the best sex you’d had because you hadn’t had any for a while. Yeah. That’s what’s happening to my cock. Okay.”

“Let me out of my cuffs. The keys on my belt wherever you’ve put it. You do that. And I promise you as a brother that I won’t do anything else. My hands fucked until it’s healed. But you want to give myself over to you for this one shag. I’ll do it.”

“On my word as a soldier. To another soldier.”

<AgentDerekSteel>I consider your words carefully. I chuckle as you describe what's going on with your cock. I've broken every single one of your fingers in both your hands. You can't grab anything, you can't hold anything. I've seriously fucked your shoulders, definetly have torn some ligaments and tendons already. There is nothing in the room that can be used as a weapon. I've seen to that. I decide to take the cuffs off your wrists. I get the key, and unlock your cuffs. I do, however, keep the cuffs on your ankles. I'm not that trusting.

I flip you over onto your back, watching the pain on your face as I adjust your fucked arms and broken fingered hands for you. I nod at you, then mount you, leaving off the fucking for a bit, taking my shirt off and revealing my hard as steel muscled torso. You can see the bruise across my abs where you stomped me hard in our little fracas. I straddle your abs, and look down at you, my gaze impassive, but appreciative, as I take in the dried blood on the side of your mouth from where I bashed jaw to knock you out. I reach out, and tenderly almost, rub my fingers through your ginger beard. I reach behind me and fondle your cock. My own cock stands to attention, dripping pre all over your abs.

<British_Cop>I look up at you and my cock is getting hard in your hand, more quickly than I would want. What I said was equal parts truth and made up. The better to survive all of this.

But the attraction was real. I prefer masculine muscular guys, soldiers and anyone of that ilk.

I wince in pain slightly with my shoulder. “I can’t grab your cock. Probably best after what I did last time. Right.”

“Guessing you don’t want to take eight inches of parachute regiment meat either, marine.”

“Or do you. Tempted to see how the army fuck?”

<AgentDerekSteel>I spend a bit of time getting checking you out, appreciatively tracing the cut of your pecs, the solid expanse of your strong abs. I like my men beefy, muscled, masculine, alpha, and preferably military or law enforcement. You definitely ticked all the boxes.

My eyes flash with amusement and my cock twitches as I drink in the pain on your face, fuck I love hurting men like you.

"You are lucky I didn't just kill you on the spot when you pulled that stunt. Not that i wouldn't have tried the same thing in your position." I shrugged.

But your next remark really gets a rise out of me. Nothing turns me on like a tough top wanting to take control ... and getting fucked. "The thing I like the most about you Aaron, is the size of your balls." I finish exploring your tough, hard muscled body.

Then, dismount you, drop back down to the floor, and heave you back over, not as rough this time, but not too gentle, back over onto your front, bent over the table. I take my cock, and ram it back up your ass, long dicking you dry, the end of each thrust slamming home to your joy nut.

I reach under and between your legs, and grab your thick solid 8 inches, beginning to stroke it expertly. "A man with balls like yours keeps thinking that he's in charge somehow, getting to call the shots." I slam in deeper, with enough force that the entire table shakes. "You want to fuck me? Then, you should have been a Royal Marine. You should have been more alert when I got the jump on you. You shouldn't have gotten your fucking ass knocked out in the line of duty. You should have been the better man. But..." I slam in deeper, expertly massaging your cock with my hand, I chuckle then, "...You aren't. So, today you are my bitch."

<British_Cop>I grunt loudly as I slam into the table as you slam into me again. “Pity. You’d have liked my cock. Everyone else does.”

I try to grab the table but my fingers aren’t in a working position to do that as I grunt again. My cock hard in your hand and starting to leak precum as I’m being slammed into.

“Maybe you’d have been better at fucking if you’d been a Para.” But realising that I’m not in much position to start saying things like that after the next thrust I say. “Although I bet you’ve not had many complaints either.”

“You’re a good fighter. If you hadn’t got the drop on me. Maybe I would have been the better man. If you’re keeping me alive. Maybe one day you’ll find out.”

<AgentDerekSteel>I find my rythym now, pulling my hips in an out, tensing my core, and exploding with deep, fierce, power driven by experience, the taste of driving my thick 8" beercan deep into the guts of this hard muscled, defeated, captured, tough as nails, former para and soon to be former cop.

Your attitude is fucking driving me wild. Nothing turns me on more than hurting, fucking, and breaking a proper balls-to-the-wall never-say-quit hard-muscled battle-tested proper man like you.

I chuckle at you, as I slam my dick home in an increasingly powerful rythym, your ass not used to this kind of treatment, tears a bit after one particularly savage thrust, and I feel a bit of blood coat my cock.

That turns me on even more. "I like your cock just fine Aaron." I give your thick, 8" meat, a hard squeeze as I stroke it, feeling it slick with pre-cum, "Maybe you'd be fucking me if you were a Royal Marine. But your cock definitely isn't complaining about my fucking." I can feel my balls start to boil, the urge to breed my new para bitch rising up in me like the tide. "Tough, losing a fight like that, isn't it? Aching to prove that it was just a fluke. Knowing that if you just had another chance, you'd take me. Defeat is such a bitter pill to swallow, you keep trying to spit it up." I thrust even harder for a few moments, savouring how much your defeat is tearing at you.

I chuckle, "Fuck you Aaron, but you are gonna be so much fun. If I thought there was the slightest chance I could 'convince' you to fight for me, I'd do it. But there is more chance of me becoming a Cop then you fighting at my side. A shame, but.. " I thrust my cock up your ass with a particular sideways thrust that widens the tear in your ass, releasing some more blood to coat my cock, "..you can still work for me Aaron. Oh yes. You'll earn your keep. You might even like it from time to time." I chuckle as my nuts start to boil with the need to cum.

<British_Cop>I grunt loudly. "Maybe you should become a cop, then I'd fuck you senseless, you'd really enjoy that," I moan as despite myself my cock starts to leak onto the side of the table and the floor as I get close to cumming.

I grunt loudly. "Fuck.. Fuck.. just fucking cum, I can feel that fucking monster you fucking cunt," I grunt loudly.

"This must nearly be like when I'm fucking people, only not quite as big," but I moan louder. "Fucking going to cum."

<AgentDerekSteel>I groan my dick hard and stiff as steel, feeling you moan. Feeling the slick coating of precum start to flow out of your cock, coating it as I stroke your dick.

Then, I shudder and with a roar, having fucking beaten this former tough muscled para top Cop senseless, and now seeding his ass with my hot, thick cum, shooting out ropes of sticky white jism to fill your ass up from the inside out.

I feel your own nuts start to clench, and hold tight onto your cock as it spasms and shudders, erupting with your own load of seed. I pop my cock out of your ass a sense of deep satisfaction spreading through me. "You might think of yourself as some kind of Top dude, but like all the Paras, you are just a bitch at heart. In time, you'll get used to being my cum bucket." I take a step back and grab the cuffs, yanking your fucked up arms back behind your back, and slamming those cuffs back on your wrist.

"All right dude, you kept your word. I'll remember that. Now it's time to get moving. You are gonna be starting your new job, as an interrogation and torture subject for my trainees. And also as my bitch for when I feel the need to wreck your hole."

I reach down and grab you by your fucking nuts as you are laid out chest first on the table. I yank savagely on those nuts in one hand, swinging, my bicep flexing powerfully. I pull you off the table by nothing but your big balled nuts, and slam you hard to the floor. I draw back my steel toed boot and bury it like a piledriver into your ribs, smashing you over onto your back, then I pull back my boot again, and kick you in your hard, square ginger bearded jaw like I'm kicking a football to score a goal, looking to knock you the fuck out in a most satisfying fashion.

<British_Cop>I grunt and try to resist but it's pretty fruitless as I spit blood onto the floor and curl up until finally, and blisfully, the unconsciousness comes across me.

Published: 2020-05-17, viewed 104 times.