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THE MINNEAPOLIS AFFAIR
THE TORONTO INCIDENT
AFTER THE INCIDENT
SAVING KYLE
HOMECOMING

Australian Syndicate Base, Day 1, Early Morning

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I fucking hate Australia. Almost as much as the States. It’s too fucking hot, full of sand and rock, and fuck me… The goddamn bugs are everywhere, as big as your fist, and every single fucking one of them wants to snack on you. Yes they do. But hell, at least this far in the middle of bumfucking nowhere it was easier to stay off the radar. Unlike Des Moines. Now that was a goddamn clusterfuck, and no mistake. Yes it was. The whole fucking base lost, that bastard Mason slipping out of our fingers, taking Kyle with him, my best friend, my brother, Ivan.. crushed with the loss. But there was nothing to be done about it. Once Ivan and Kyle had fallen in love, what else could he do? No, I backed him up on this. Ivan had done the right thing, letting Kyle go. You don’t torture someone you love. But FUCK, what a shitstorm it had caused. But.. there was one silver lining in the whole affair. Jack Young. MMmmm MMmmm. He was one tasty lad.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I knew eventually, after carving my initials into his nice tight chest back in Toronto, that I’d regain my property. And so I had. Of course, he was playing the whole silent treatment with me, refusing to speak or talk. And that was fine. It amused me. I had plans for Jack, and I was in no hurry. I was quite happy to let the little fucktard stew. Make him think he was “defying” me or some shit. The trick, the trick to really getting the maximum enjoyment out of your prisoners was to build up their hope, so it was that much more fun to tear it all the fuck down. Eventually, I had plans for our boy Jack. I had that class of initiates to train up for the Brotherhood of Steel. They needed to learn how you break a man. And Jack would make the perfect test subject for that exercise. So I wanted him… nice and defiant until then.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: But, that didn’t mean I couldn’t get my pleasure out of him. I was pretty horny this morning, and I needed a workout. I could just smash my heavy bag around, then go have some private time with Daniel to get my rocks off. But I much preferred live targets. Jack would make an excellent workout dummy, as he has already demonstrated over the past few months. Of course, I had to give him time to heal and recover between sessions, but that was all right. It kept our sessions fresh and interesting. He was so much fun to have around!

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: But unfortunately, today was gonna be the last day I had to play with my toy for a while, what with that new contract the Syndicate is offering. So, I’d have one last fling with my human punching bag, that fucking waste of space, Trent’s worthless spawn, then I’d leave him in the care of Heath Wilson and his brainwashed toy, Nolan. They’d take good care of him. That was, if Heath didn’t go off the deep end, which was always a possibility. But ehhh, well, shit happened. I opened the door to Jack’s private room, it was keyed to my thumbprint and retinal scan, as I placed my thumb on the pad and looked into the visor. I grinned, I wanted him kept safe after all.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: And there was Jack, my lad Jack. The door slammed shut. He was kept naked, of course. No clothes for him. And his room was a plain box with padded walls. There was a hole in the corner to do his business, and his food slipped in through a special slot in the wall from time to time. There was no other furniture, nothing but a small hole in the corner for him to do his business. I grin as I look Jack over, “Hey Jack my lad, how are you feeling today? Ready for some more…. fun?”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Hell on earth. The only words I could possibly use to describe this situation. Kept naked in a fucking prison cell like a worthless human, visited only by the sickest piece of shit on earth. If I had any semblance of feeling inside my body, I would rage and scream about how much I fucking hate everything about him.. but, I have nothing to scream for, nothing to right for. Jeff.. the one good thing in my life, my shining beacon and perfect love.. is dead. And for this, I have no words. I haven't spoken a word since the moment it happened, which feels like so long ago. The only noises that escape my lips are those caused by pain, my only friend. I refuse to become Derek's little bitch, his begging prisoner.. I take whatever he throws my way with a reluctance to cry that surprises even me, and I hope to god it fucking drives him mad.

12.26 Agent_Jack_Young: Most days I spend by myself, recovering from my new wounds inflicted by the devil that thinks he owns me. Then, he visits me again and carries out his business before leaving me again. It's a cycle I've grown used to now: clobbered, raped and left a bleeding, broken mess. I take the pain, I take the dick, and then I retreat into my dark self for what feels like months at a time. Alone with my thoughts, all of them of Jeff.. the man I secretly loved for 12 years of my life, a love that grew stronger and brighter with each passing day. Finally, he learns of that love, and not only learns of it.. but returns it. Joy returns to my life for the first time in what felt like forever, the perfect night with the perfect man. Then the next day.. this. I've never felt so broken and empty, and I've been broken and empty a lot recently. But this.. a world without Jeff is a world not worth living in. I refuse my food for as long as can, hoping starvation and dehydration kill me before too long.. but Derek knows what I'm up to, and eventually forces it down my throat. Maybe he does own me after all.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I sit against the wall with my knees up, to the side of the door to my cell. I hear the electronics whir as he scans his thumb and retina. I don't flinch because I don't feel fear. The only words that pass through my mind are "here we go again.." The first time I was held captive by him, back in Toronto, I was terrified.. I cried and screamed, begged and squirmed. Now.. I don't care. Life for me outside of these walls is nothing without Jeff, so I have nothing to beg for. Beat me, cum in me and leave me, Derek. I don't care anymore. He speaks to me but I just stare at the wall opposite. I haven't fully recovered from our last session, my body is still sore as fuck, but that's how he likes it. Adding to the pain, keeping it fresh. I hope one day he makes me bleed too much and my life will just slip away as more and more of my essence pours from my veins, flooding the cell until I'm with Jeff again.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I chuckle as Jack just stares at the opposite wall. He’s got a strong will this one does. The strong willed ones always make the best test subjects when I’m teaching my trainees how to break a man. I walk over, reach down and grab Jack’s chin, haul him up off his feet to face me, taking my right fist, flexing my hard, hairy thickly muscled arm, and driving it deep into his taut gut like a sledgehammer. “I’d better get in my store of fun now, cause sadly, I’m gonna have to forgo the pleasure of fucking you up for a while. I’m gonna miss you.” I grin, holding Jack’s chin in my tight left hand, making him look me in the eyes as my right fist impacts his core.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: He hoists me to my feet and blocks my gaze with his face. I see through him, having no interest in looking him in the eye. He clenches his giant fist and slams it into my gut. I try with all my might to contain any grunts of pain, but it's impossible. His fist pounds deep and hard into my body and takes my breath away. "EURGH!" I splutter slightly on the air catching in my throat. I fucking hate you, Steel. I try and remove myself from the situation, as I often do.. today I shall think about my dad. I shall remember the last day I ever saw him, and relive that day in my mind. I usually get so far in before the pain forces me back to being back here in the present, but a few moments of escapism feels like bliss. I remember what he wore when he said goodbye that morning. He had meetings all day and wore his military uniform, but none of us believed he wouldn't be coming home that evening. Nothing could prepare us for the news that he'd gone missing. I feel Derek's hand gripping my chin but I try and tear my mind away from it, bracing for more pain.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I grin staring into his vacant seeming eyes as he looks through me, playing the tough guy, thinking he is somehow resisting my attempts to break him. The thing is… I haven’t even started yet. Oh no. He’ll know it when I do. Yes he will. This, this is just me having fun. My right fist reaches down, and gets a firm, thick claw hold on his right thigh. I heave him up off his feet, and bodily throw him across the room, my hard, hairy mercenary muscle clenching and exploding with brutal, combat-forged strength. I watch as he sails head over heels to slam upside down, back first into the padded wall. There was a reason I had this room padded. I need to practice my throws.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I grimace as his fucking claws dig into my thigh, then suddenly I'm launched across my cell and smash against the padded wall. Despite being padded, it's still quite a hard material that stings on impact as the whole of my back flares up. I fall to the floor in a heap, groaning and wincing as I roll over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. One day, I'm going to gouge his eye out. One day Derek will fall, and I'll be there to capitalise. I'm going to get a knife and fucking stab one of his eyes out, and I will be the last thing he ever sees with two functioning eyes. It's a delicious thought, one that almost makes me laugh.. wait.. oh fuck.. I am laughing. This fucking prison cell is turning me crazy. All I can see is a bleeding, eye-less Derek screaming at me and it's the best thing in the world. I will watch him suffer and squirm, bleed and thrash before I eventually put him out of his misery.. but not for a few hours. It's fucking cold in here, my nipples are always hard because it's just so fucking cold. Lying here on the floor now I feel my body start to shiver. Maybe whatever Derek's about to do to me might warm me up.. gotta look at the positives. Fucking scum. Fucking one-eyed scum.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I stride over as Jack crumples in a heap to the padded floor of his prison cell. And then, he starts to laugh. Well, well, maybe his mind is cracking. Probably for the best really. When that psycho shitbag Heath gets his hands on him, he’d probably much rather be off in loony land. I hated that fucking psycho Heath, but I had to admit, he was good. Damn good. That job he’d done on Nolan… superb. I pulled back my boot and kicked Jack right in the gut as he lay slumped on the floor, sending him bouncing across the room. I followed up and knelt down, driving my knee like a spear into the small of his spine to stop him from rolling. I reach down and grab his hair, pulling his head back. “I’m glad you found your sense of humor, boy. I was afraid maybe I’d broken you without even trying. And that would have been so disappointing. You don’t want to disappoint me boy. No you don’t.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: My laugh is low and guttural, and it almost sounds genuine.. it scares me. There is absolutely nothing fucking funny about anything right now, my heart is bleeding for Jeff.. I'm filled with anger, regret and sorrow with each passing second.. the laughing makes absolutely no sense, and it makes me feel like I've truly lost it. This padded cell, the constant beatings, Derek's disgusting seed forced down my throat more times than I care to admit.. it's all taken its toll, and-- "EURGGH!" his brutal kick breaks my train of thought, and suddenly his knee slams down into my spine, causing me to arch up. He grabs a fistful of my hair then threatens that I don't want to 'disappoint him'. I feel the temptation to speak creep back again, as it so often does. To tell him exactly what I think of him, what I want to do to him and how I want him to suffer.. but I have to bite my tongue. I want to drive him mad with my silence, so I just grunt through the pain and ignore his every word.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: The little shit holds his tongue, and that doesn’t surprise me. He’s being mr. tough guy. He’s being all brave and noble and all that other bullshit. Perfect. Suits me to a fucking T. It means he’ll be that much better when it comes time to demonstrate to my next class how you break a fucking man. HMmmm Mmmmmm… That’s getting me hard. Stiff as a steel spike. I lean over Jack’s body, and stare into his upturned face as I yank back hard on his hair, my knee digging deep into his spine. “Damn boy, you are looking mighty tasty today. But… you are missing something to enhance that cute red beard of yours. I think you need a bit of blood don’t you lad?” I stand up, keeping hold of Jack’s hair as I slowly walk around to his front, then haul him up by his hair, my other hand tracing out the scar on his chest, my initials carved into that lean, slightly fur dusted tightly muscled chest. MMmmm Mmmmm. Then, I haul back my right fist, flex my stone hard, hairy mercenary muscle, and smash Jack right in the jaw with a savage right hook. Not holding back.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Blood, more blood. He knows how much to make me bleed so that it doesn't cause any real problems, keeping me at the threshold of bleeding out. My wounds haven't fully healed since our last session, and sure enough his one brutal, heavy fist smashes into my jaw and I feel my mouth fill with warm, thick blood. My head jolts viciously to the side, making my neck crack from the force. Oh fuck it's like getting hit by a lead pipe, his fists are so hard and well-trained. I have nothing else to do with the blood in my mouth, so I spit it out at him. I don't care where it lands. I hope it sprays in his eyes and blinds him, or into his open mouth, leaving him with the horrible taste of a rusty iron fence. It usually leads to a more savage beating, but I don't care anymore.. I know more blood is coming and I'm prepared for it.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I watch with glee as his defiant stance is rocked by my fist. Fuck, I love the feeling of smashing this bastard in the face. It never gets old. He turns back to face me, and predictably, spits his blood on my face. He knows that every time he does that, I just beat him harder. That’s his special way of saying, “Derek, hurt me more please.” The blood dribbles down my face, into my dark, stubble beard. I lick a tiny stream of it slightly with my tongue, and my face breaks into a wide grin. My left leg shoots out suddenly, sweeping in a low arc, knocking his feet right out from under the little shit, sending him sprawling onto his back. I drop down on top of him, spearing him in his tight, nicely muscled abs with my knee, my right fist cocked and loaded, muscles rippling with power as I bash his jaw a second time as he jackknifes up from the impact.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I brace for something awful, I don't know why I do it.. I just refuse to be this little ragdoll for him to abuse whenever he fucking feels like it. Suddenly, he sweeps low and knocks me to the floor. Before I can even recover or react, I am greeted with the familiar pain of him dropping all of his weight through his knee and into my guts. It seems to be his favourite thing to do, and it feels fucking horrible. I'm winded every time, and I feel like my insides are being brutalised beyond what is humanely safe. "UUHNNNFF--" I grunt loudly under his weight, coughing suddenly and causing blood to spray from my mouth. As I jackknife up from the blow, he smashes me back down to the floor with a brutal fist to the jaw, causing more blood to spray across the cell. Oh fuck.. I feel dazed, everywhere starts hurting again now. His attacks are so fucking brutal, and he doesn't hide how much he fucking gets off on my pain. I wish I could stay silent even through the pain, to really drive him crazy.. but I can't help it. It hurts too fucking much that the noises just escape my lips too easily. His knee still digs into my gut as I moan and squirm under him.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Ah, it’s such a thing of beauty to see Jack bleed and suffer. He does it so very, very well. Damn, I’m going to miss my toy while I’m away. I drive my knee up his busted gut, digging into his solar plexus, then up to his chest, driving it down hard, pinning him like a bug, right between the initials carved into his pecs. I raise my eyebrows as I stare down at him. All his pain and suffering has made my dick go fucking hard as a steel spike. My bulge is right over his chin, tenting my trousers. I move forward, readjusting my position, to pin his biceps with my knees, each knee digging into the muscle, spearing his lean, muscled arms into the padded floor, grinding sadistically into his flesh. “Ahh boy, gonna miss you so bad. I’ve got to take my men, see, and go raise some hell back over in Toronto and London. You’ve given us this perfect opportunity you see, with the way you fucked up and let me butcher all those undercover operatives you had floating about in our ranks. Thanks to you, your boys are blind as a bat, so we are gonna go poke them in their eyes. Mmmm Mmmm. But that means I’m gonna have to leave you with a baby-sitter… and I got just the man in mind for that!”

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I reach down then, and seize Jack’s jaw in a very familiar way, my thumb and forefinger spearing into the sensitive joints on the back of his jaw, forcing that mouth open. Time for me to get rocks off with my favorite cum sucking prisoner. I free my dick with my other hand, and plunge down and forward, driving my steel hard shaft, leaking pre-cum deep into the depths of his throat.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Oh fuck it hurts so bad, his knee pushes into my gut and chest, making me feel like I could snap in half under his weight. I know what's coming next, he can't resist coming inside me when his vile dick is so close to my mouth. I remember how awful it was the first time he did it, now I just don't care. It's gross and makes me gag, then I'm filled with his thick, warm essence before he leaves me dripping in blood, sweat and cum. Despite him doing it to me so much, I still haven't mastered my gag reflex, and I know for a fact this spurs him on even harder. My body involuntarily jolts and tears form in my eyes as I splutter and moan as I choke on his cock. Sure enough, like clockwork, he assumes the position.. but not before informing me of all his plans with London and Toronto. I feel a stab of guilt, but Jeff is dead.. I don't have to worry about him getting hurt in the Toronto attack, but London.. James and Kyle, if they even survived.. they don't deserve this. James seemed like a good man, and Kyle certainly sounded worth rescuing.. if they survived Des Moines then they'll for sure be in London together, and now I feel an overwhelming guilt as I am once again responsible for the pain and deaths of more agents. For the thousandth time since being in Derek's 'care', I tell myself that I deserve this.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: This is what you get for being Jack Young, constantly the shit under everyone's shoe. The reason 10 good men were killed, the reason the CSIS lost $30 million, and now the reason they and the MI6 will receive a beating. Am I also responsible for Jeff's death? Did I not fight hard enough? Did I make a mistake dropping into that room, maybe I should have carried on in the vents.. maybe I should have.. oh fuck.. not now. I can't fall apart now, I can't let him see my weakness. I haven't even realised that he's already inside me, I was so lost in my destructive train of thought.. how could I not even notice that Derek has shoved his fucking cock in my mouth? Has my mind completely snapped that I'm no longer aware what's even happening any more? Am I completely detached from reality? The tears caused by my gagging are perfect at disguising my agony over Jeff, and the fear for what's happening to me. Who will Jack Young be after all this? The answer to that question scares me, but now everything is taking its toll. I'm trying so hard to cling on to my humanity, but the longer this goes on the more it is stripped away from me.. I fear if I survive this, I may never be the same. And that thought alone only makes me beg for death.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: As always, Jack’s throat is tight, mmmmm Feels fucking good. My hard, hairy mercenary muscles flex and thrust as I drive my manhood deeper and harder down his throat, some of the blood from his busted mouth helping to make it even slicker. He starts to gag as he always does, and then he starts to cry. But even so, he’s got that look of anger and defiance in his eyes. That’s what I really love. That’s right Jack, keep resisting me. He shudders harder, gags more savagely, his lean hard muscle flexing and writhing beneath my merciless grasp. And then, as my balls boil, I groan in pleasure, and unload my seed deep, deep down his throat. FUCK that feels good.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Derek dumps his disgusting product and groans with sweet relief. I have no choice but to swallow it all, poisoning my body more and more as he claims every last inch of me. I hate it, so fucking much.. but this is what I get. I say nothing as I move back to a sitting position, leaning against the wall and bringing my knees up, clutching my hands around them. My body hurts like hell but at least he's done for now. He leaves swiftly after warning me about my new "sitter", somebody just as cruel and sick-minded no doubt. When he closes the door and I hear his footsteps move away, I mutter "Fuck you," in between moans. Alone with my thoughts again, I rest my head into my knees and cry softly.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I gasp, panting for a moment, then suddenly stand up, over Jack, ripping my thick dick out of his pie hole, and putting it back into my trousers, a small streamer of cum on the tip. I grin down at Jack, “Time to hand you off to your babysitter, boy.” I leave the room, lock the door, then turn across the hall to find Heath Wilson leaning against the wall. A surge of distaste curls in my stomach. I loathe this bastard, but he’s the best. And he has a personal connection to Jack’s dad, just like I do. “Heath.” I nod in greeting.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: Home, sweet home. It’s been too long since I’ve been here in jolly old Aussie. A few months in fucking Italy, then freezing my donger off in Russia.. Sometimes a man needs to return to the outback and breathe in the warm, Australian air. Also, on occasion, a man needs to bust his fucking nut as he samples the young studs marching through his corridors.. And boy were there plenty ‘round here. None finer than my boy, Nolan, though. Fuck I hate that he’s French, but he’s a damn good looking bastard. He was gifted to me almost a year ago so that I could destroy and mould him into the ‘perfect Syndicate operative’, whatever the fuck that is. I just wanted to break his face and pump him full of Heath on a daily basis, and that did the trick. The key to his success is fear. Nolan fears me, as do many of the other young agents in our ranks. I have my fun with them, and I don’t hold anything back. Nolan is a fully-functional agent now, but he reports to me - and only me - and I make sure he stays nice and scared. He underperforms, he spends a night in ‘the room’. He succeeds.. And it’s a night in ‘the room’. There lies my secret.. Never let him believe he has performed well enough to earn praise. Even on his greatest days he is forced to spend the night with his Uncle Heath, which only pushes him to be even better. I’m proud of my little French turd. I brought him to my homeland to support his lordship Derek Steel in an infiltration operation on the CSIS and MI6.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: Speaking of the CSIS, there’s a new toy in our midst. Jack fucking Young. Now that’s a name that makes my donger swell. The son of Trent, one half of the Canadian cunts that fucked up my operation 15 years ago and threw me in the slammer. 15 fucking years I rotted in there, but Trent got his just desserts. I heard on the grapevine how Derek made him suffer until his last breath, and for that I will forever respect the man of Steel, even though I can’t stand the fucker. That only leaves my Canadian bear, Jeff Rogers. A young man when he fucked me in the arse, but now all grown up and living the fucking dream. Oh, how I’ve longed to get my talons on that rotten bastard, and finally it looks like the opportunity is presenting itself. Jack Young might just be the key to unlocking that door, as apparently they’re fuck buddies. More than that, apparently they’re in love.. Soft wankers. Destroying Jack may, in turn, destroy Jeff.. two little Canadian birds with one enormous fucking stone. Beautiful. Derek mentioned a few weeks ago about me getting some time alone with Young, and today he wants to speak to me.. It’s about time he came good on that promise. I lean against a wall and stare out the red, Australian outback as I puff on my cigar. Derek approaches me and greets me reluctantly. “Princess,” I mutter back, keeping my gaze out at the vista. “Something you wanted to talk to me about?” I click at Nolan and he instantly raises his forearm like an obedient puppy, then dab my cigar out on his flesh and flick it to the ground.

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: Everything is under control. Current mission is to accompany Uncle Heath and support the attack on London and Toronto in any way possible. I will not disappoint, I will only succeed. Bigger. Better. Uncle Heath is interested in Agent Steel’s captive agent, Jack Young, of Canadian service. I have researched Jack, and was not impressed. Reckless, emotional and foolish. I am doing everything Uncle Heath asks of me, I am performing to standard. Am.. am I performing to standard? Negative. Fear is not a useful emotion now. I must focus, Uncle Heath is evaluating me every second. I stand by his side awaiting further instructions as we are approached by Derek Steel. Uncle Heath does not like him. I do not like him either. He clicks, and in an instant my arm is raised. He places the cig-- MERDE! Do not react. I wince, but do not flinch. I am here to serve Uncle Heath and this is what he asks of me. Obey. But.. merde that hurt.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I fix Heath with an unblinking stare. There is no denying the man is good at what he does. But being useful doesn’t mean I put up with his shit. I don’t like his tone. Oh no I don’t. He and his little lap dog Nolan are on a leash. And if they pull at it too hard.. Well. Accidents happen. But… he’s useful. Very useful. I watch the little show as Heath puts his cigar out on his lap dog's arm. I sneer, contempt dripping from my voice, “Careful Heath, once you break your toys, you can’t play with them anymore.” I continue getting straight to the point. I don’t like Heath, and I don’t fucking plan on spending any more time around this psycho that necessary. “Like we discussed, ‘mate’, you loan me Nolan for this strike on London, to back up Usov and Shade, and I leave Jack Young in your tender, loving care while I’m away. Just try not to kill him. I know it’s asking a lot, but I have plans for him. And if he comes down with a case of the dead, then you are going to answer to me. Are we clear?”

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I can just about stomach Derek's presence until he has the fucking nerve to warn me about being careful with Nolan. I could turn on him right now, fucking parasite. I've been breaking boys for years, this is a walk in the park and he's giving me advice? I could fucking smash his head through a wall. I push it down and listen to his words. He takes Nolan and I take Jack.. bloody wonderful. The day has come, boys. This is going to be fucking sweet. I clasp my hand to Nolan's cheek and chirp at him: "You hear that, my little drongo? You're heading out with Auntie Derek for a couple of days!" I place both hands on his cheeks now and pull him to my, staring down into his eyes. Fuck he is gorgeous, he never ceases to surprise me. I'm horny the second I look at him, every time without fail. "Now you be good, or else your Auntie's going to tell your Uncle how naughty you've been and it'll be a night in the room," I slap him quite harshly and push him towards Derek. I can't kill Jack, huh? Well it's a good job that's not in my plans, but.. sometimes.. I can punch a little too hard. I've been know to snap a neck or two when I get too excited, and Jack Young is going to make me fucking excited. I look at Derek for the first time and mutter, "of course, your highness.." I courtsey slightly before him since he's acting like he's the fucking boss. "I won't kill yours if you don't kill mine.."

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: Change of mission, I am now to attend Derek.. Steel.. no, we don't like Derek Steel. I don't want to be with Derek Steel. Uncle Heath grabs me and pulls me towards him, staring into my soul as he threatens me to perform to a high standard or it's.. the room.. no, I will accompany Derek Steel and be the best I can be. Uncle Heath slaps me and throws me in Derek's direction, and I collide with his hard chest. I quickly stand by Derek's side and nod. "Yes, sir.." I haven't been able to judge Derek's character yet. He's not easy to read like Uncle Heath. With him it's pain, pain, pain.. Derek might be different. Maybe I'm in better hands for a while, free of pain? Stop it, Nolan. I will receive pain if pain is deserved, and like I do with Uncle Heath, I will thank him for it.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: One of these days, that psycho Heath is going to push it just a little bit too far, and then his usefulness will be at an abrupt end. I don’t even reply to fucking arrogant asswipe, instead, I nod at Nolan, gesturing at him to come with me, then I turn on my heels, tossing the key to Jack’s room at Heath and head off to get ready for the planning session this afternoon.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I catch the keys and it feels like I've won the lottery. This.. this is going to be so fucking good. Nolan turns to walk with Derek and I feel an anger course through my veins. I dig deep into my gut and shout in a low, stern voice. "Boy! Aren't you forgetting something?" I catch Nolan's glance as he sheepishly looks back at me. "You're not leaving without saying goodbye to Uncle Heath are you?" He obediently steps towards me and I can't help myself. I'm so fucking excited it's like my body is on fire, or being electrocuted or something. I pin Nolan against the wall with my forearm in his muscled chest, then force myself upon him. A deep, tasty kiss where my tongue plunges deep into his gorgeous throat. Oh fuck, each time I enter this place it's like I've discovered heaven. He obedient kisses back.. oh how he learnt the hard way not to resist me anymore. I hold it for a few seconds before ending it abruptly, grabbing his shirt and throwing him once more in the direction Derek went. "Good boy, now get the fuck out of here". I turn away from my boy and turn towards Jack's cell, stretching my arms in a kind of warm up. I think it's time to introduce myself to the little Canadian brat.

12:26 Operative_Nolan_Dubois: I turn to follow Derek, but a familiar booming voice makes me stop in my tracks. It's like a punch to the heart and my stomach flips. I know that voice, and Uncle Heath isn't happy. I forgot the one most important rule.. never leave without saying goodbye. I was distracted by Derek, I failed.. and now I will suffer. Stupid, Nolan.. fucking stupid. I approach Uncle Heath and he throws me against the wall, forcefully kissing me. His tongue fills my mouth, and I have to be receptive. I must kiss back, I must show him love.. suddenly it stops and I'm launched once again in Derek's direction. Get the fuck out of here, he says. "Yes, sir.." I do as instructed and take off after Derek, butterflies still swirling in my gut. I got off easy, Uncle Heath could have made that much more painful. I'm a fucking idiot for not saying goodbye. I need to focus on the mission.. meet with Derek. I pick up the pace as I catch up with him, silently slipping beside him and awaiting further instruction.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: I approach Jack’s cell filled with absolute glee. Oh, this is going to be fun.. There is very clearly going on between this little shit and Jeff Rogers, and I plan on exploiting that. I pace back and forth in the corridor as I think about my grand entrance.. First impressions are everything and I need to absolutely nail this. I throw some gum into my mouth to hide some of the cigar smell, keeping myself minty fresh for our guest. Suddenly, it comes to me.. And my evil face twists into a dark grin. Oh, Heath.. You wonderful, twisted fucker. I have to hide my laughter, he can’t hear me. This little shit has been giving Derek the silent treatment, but he won’t be silent after I’m done with him. Ok.. get into character.. I jump around to loosen myself up, then switch into my most convincing British accent. I give myself a small countdown before unlocking Jack’s cell and barging inside. I leave the door open as I quickly dive in and locate Jack, running to him with intent. “Jack.. Jack! Shush, shush, shush.. It’s okay..” I speak with urgency and try and settle him as he cowers away from me, disturbed by my haste. “Jack, you’re safe. My name’s Owen, MI6.. Jack, this is a rescue. Derek is dead and Jeff is here, Jack..” I smile as warmly as I possibly can, grabbing him by the shoulder and stroking him affectionately. “Jeff Rogers is leading the attack and he’s here, but you have to come with me, we’re running out of time.. Come on, mate..” I speak in a rushed whisper as I try and guide Jack to his feet.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I sit in the same uncomfortable position as I shiver inside my cell, starting to drift off with my head in my knees and fresh tears falling from my face. I’m so desperate for this nightmare to end, if only there was something in here to make it happen quicker.. But no, this padded cell offers little in the way of suicide. I will die on their terms, but at least Derek is gone for now. I just dread to thi-- what the fuck? The door shoots open and this guy practically pounces on me. It startles me and I start to jump to the side in response but he grabs me.. What the fuck is happening? He’s.. British, he’s.. Reassuring me, Owen.. a rescue!? I frown, feeling my heart racing in my chest. A… rescue mission, I don’t.. Derek’s dead!? Jeff.. JEFF!? I’m in shock, I have no idea what the fuck is happening, is.. Is this real? I start to become overwhelmed with emotion.. It’s happening, I’m free.. And most importantly.. He’s alive.. Tears stream from my face as I take it all in. “J.. Jeff’s alive?” I tremble as Owen helps me to my feet. I hold on to him as I start to lose my breathing.. Oh fuck, my chest is on fire.. This is all too much. Just.. breathe.. Go to Jeff, just do as Owen says.. I can’t believe he’s alive, and has found me.. I love him so much, I need to be held by him again. I walk towards the door with Owen with haste.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: He falls for it hook, line and sinker.. And fucking speaks in the process. Oh, Jack.. you beautiful, simple creature. He cries, overcome with joy.. It’s fucking wonderful. I walk with him to the door as I whisper words of encouragement. “That’s it, mate.. Stay with me. We’re getting you out..” we approach the door and just before stepping through, I grab it with my hand and slam it closed. Then, I let out the loudest and most raucous laughter you’ve ever heard in your life. Oh fuck, my gut hurts from laughing so hard and I’m doubling over. “Jack!” I shout in between laughs. “You’re fucking face! Ooooooh boy, you fell for that! Jeff’s here! Jeff’s here!” I almost sing at him as I rub it in his face. The laughter subsides as I grab him by the shoulders and guide him to the wall, pinning his back against it. His face has dropped, and he looks like he’s seen a fucking ghost. Oh, that was cruel.. And I fucking loved it.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: “No, Jack.. Jeff’s dead. Long dead.. And you.. You’re never getting out of here. But I heard a little squeak from our silent little mouse. I thought you were giving us the silent treatment, Jack? All it took was a little prank to get you talking..” I study his face properly now, taking in my new toy. Fuck.. he’s a handsome little shit just like his Dad. Bearded, furry, baby-faced in a way.. I can see why Derek likes him so much. He makes a great little cum-dump. Speaking of.. I wrap one arm around the back of his neck and yank him towards me, taking him down to the ground as I spin in the air, landing on top of him with his back to the floor. Now this is a nice feeling. “So here’s how our relationship is going to work, Jack. Daddy Derek’s gone away, so Uncle Heath’s come out to play..” I caress his cheek with my hand as I speak. “You’re going to do as I say, Jack.. or I’m going to make you hurt in ways you never even thought possible. First line of business? You’re going to chew on this..” I lean down and spit my gum into Jack’s mouth.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I’m coming, Jeff.. If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll see you again. We get to the door and I feel weak with joy, but then.. Oh no.. it slams and Owen breaks down in laughter. Oh no, no, no, no, no.. Jack.. you didn’t.. My mind races as my heart pounds in my chest. I clutch my hand to my chest, feeling like I’m going to pass out. I’m sweating like I’m in a sauna, my adrenaline completely took over then.. I can’t believe I allowed myself to get tricked like that, I got my hopes up so high.. I well and truly fell for it. Owen’s laughter fades and he pins me against the wall, but I’m still in absolute shock. I can barely keep up with what’s happening. Then he tells me Jeff is well and truly dead, and I instantly despise this fucker more than Derek Steel. That was quite easily the worst thing anybody has ever done to me.. I completely broke my own rule of staying quiet as well, like a fucking idiot. Well, never again. Congratulations, Owen. You just got yourself a completely silent new toy to play with, you fucking monster. I want to scream at him, I want to fucking fight him right here and now.. But I’ll torture him in my own way, the same way I’m trying to piss off Derek. Silence. Suddenly, I’m thrown to the floor and mounted by ‘Uncle Heath’ apparently, who forces me to chew his gum. It stays in my mouth for less than a second as I launch it back up at him with disgust. It was an impulsive move on my part, and one I’m sure I’m about to regret.. But fuck, I needed to fight back just that little bit.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: The play of emotions spreading across his face is like a one-man theatre show. I enjoyed every second of it. Standing ovation for you, Jack. Now, chew on my fucking gum and-- the gum launches back at me and hits me in the eye before falling on his abs. Oh, he has spunk.. It’s almost adorable, but I hate being denied. I feel the rage burning under my skin. I sigh, long and deep as I return the gum to my mouth and keep chewing. “Oh, Jack.. that..” I lean in close to him, menacing as hell. “..was your first major mistake..” I take out an ice pick from my pocket with one hand, always prepared I am, and my phone with the other. I need to capture this, and add it to my ever-growing library of beautifully suffering men. I go to the camera app and start recording immediately. The ice pick is long and incredibly thin, perfect for causing pain but not too much damage. A great persuasion tool. I hold it to his eyeball. “Now if you think for a second that I am not afraid to get medieval on your arse, then more fool you, Jack Young. This can go down any orifice, through any organ.. I can tie your hands together and slide it right up your dick hole, leaving it there all night. For now, I will just do this..” I press it to his abs, just to the left of his navel, and push. It goes in with some resistance, breaking the skin and pushing into his flesh.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: The gum was a mistake, and suddenly he whips out his phone and aims it at me.. Whatever he’s about to do, the sick fucker wants to film it. Then, I’m threatened with a menacing-looking ice pick. Oh fuck.. That will hurt, and this Heath twat isn’t afraid of getting creepy and medieval on my ass.. This could gouge my eye out, go up my nose, in my ear.. Each option sounding more painful than the last. Oh, fuck.. I can take a beating, pound me with fists all day but this.. This is pretty terrifying. Who is this absolute psychopath!? Then he pushes it to my gut and, OOOHHH FUCK! I scream at the top of my lungs as it pushes into my body. He’s fucking stabbing me! He’s just fucking put it inside, this Australian motherfucking psychopath holy fucking shit! I grab onto him tightly as I continue to scream, it fucking hurt like a bitch. My breath catches in my throat as I squirm and grimace through the pain. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Don’t beg, don’t speak, just.. OH FUCK, take it, take it, take it.. Just take the pain. Tears stream from my eyes as my face scrunches in agony. “ARRGGHHHH!!”

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: Oh what a fucking beautiful noise. That’s it, Jack. You can be silent with your words, but this is more my language. Blood oozes from his wound and it turns me on even more. Oh I could stab him all over with this beautiful little object, a nice and slow death as he bleeds out all over his cell. “So, Jack!” I yell over his screams, making sure I’m heard. “Are you going to chew this now? Or do I have to turn you into fucking swiss cheese with this ice pick?” I reach down again, making sure to keep my phone focused on his beautiful face as it twists in pain, and spit the gum into his mouth. I love watching a young buck learn to obey me, but I love getting to add more pain when they try and fight. So either way, young Jack is going to please me. I pull the ice pick out and give Jack a moment of rest, holding it against another part of his abs and pushing slightly, not enough to break the skin but right at the threshold.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.. SHIT! It hurts like hell, get it out.. Please.. Fuck, don’t beg. Lips sealed, breathe through it. He threatens to stab me more, and I can’t think of anything worse. Then, his gum re-enters my mouth and it’s a no-brainer for me. I’ll chew it, I wasn’t expecting this level of violence.. I need to play by this guy’s rules.. I chew on the gum as I moan in pain, worried he’s done serious damage. The gum is covered in Heath’s spit, I don’t fucking want it in my mouth but I have no choice. I chew on it’s minty freshness like an obedient puppy, hating myself as much as I hate fucking Heath. Suddenly, I’m desperate for Derek to come back.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: He’s tamed, chewing my gum just as instructed. “Good boy,” I coo, dropping the ice pick so that I can caress his cheek with my free hand as I continue to film him. “Good boy..” His wound is oozing slowly, but nothing of concern. Jack’s a young, healthy little pup and his blood will congeal soon, sealing the wound. “Now, give it back..” I lean in for a nice kiss, my first with Jack Young. My tongue dips into his mouth, fishing for the gum as my lips close against his. Oh, it’s nice in here. I linger for longer than necessary as I take the gum back and continue chewing it. “That’s my fella.. Now, all this chewing has got me nice and stiff, which brings me to your second task. I unbutton my shirt with one hand, revealing my thick, hairy body as I dismount Jack and prop the phone against the wall, keeping the camera on us. “You’re going to release me, Jack. I hear your mouth makes a real good cum-dump, and I want to see for myself. But I’m not forcing myself on you.. You’re coming willingly, aren’t you? I lay on my back and bring my knees up, waiting for Jack to do as instructed. “Oh, and don’t even think about it..” I point at the ice pick, deliberately left within his reach as a small test. Try it, Jack.. see what happens.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: It goes from bad to worse. The gum goes back where it belongs, but now there’s a new request and, unlike Derek, I have to do this myself. At least with Derek I just have to lay or kneel there, letting him thrust into me, but Heath.. He wants me to do the work, and that hits differently. I find myself desperate for Derek to return more and more with each second that passes, and this is only my first meeting with Heath. I’m terrified for what the future holds.. I have to do as instructed, and painfully move onto my knees. Oh fuck, my abs.. The stab wound.. It fucking kills.I glance at the ice pick.. I’m not strong enough to attack quickly. I could have lodged it in his eye, blinded him and.. Then what. I can’t exactly break out of this place. It’s useless.. I’m here to be a slave, used only for sex and pain. I hesitate as I look over Heath.. Then kneel towards him and start unbuckling his jeans. My hands are fucking trembling.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: Oh yes, boy. That’s it. “Say hello to my body first, Jack.. let’s not half-arse this, yeah?” that’s my final threat. Time to lay back and enjoy. I rest my head against the floor and stare up at the ceiling, letting Jack do his best to please me. I glance briefly at the camera to make sure we’re in frame. I need this in my portfolio, a digital collage of gorgeous young men breaking under my influence. Oh fuck, I’m throbbing at the thought.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: His body.. Fuck. He wants foreplay and everything. Oh, fuck.. Is this my life now? So fucking humiliating.. I hope nobody ever finds me, Heath’s prank has me thinking about rescue missions. I don’t expect anybody to come for me, especially since Jeff isn’t there to fight my corner.. But then I think of Mason and Kyle.. if they survived, maybe they’ll come for me.. But I don’t want them to find me. I don’t want them to know how I was reduced to a sex slave. I have to push all of that down. If Heath thinks I’m holding back, I have no doubt that fucking ice pick will go somewhere I desperately don’t want it. Heath is the kind of psychopath that would gouge out an eye, or remove a toenail or some sinister shit like that, he’s made that clear. I shut it all down, then reach forward and start kissing his body. I plant small kisses across his furry abs, then lick along to his nipple. So embarrassing, so-- NO. Shut it down, just do it. I kiss and lick as I remove his jeans and boxer shorts, revealing his Australian meat. I almost shiver. I don’t want this.. I really don’t fucking want this. I keep kissing and licking, wanting to drive Heath crazy with pleasure just so I can be free of pain. I kiss along to his cock and take it in my mouth, wanting to make quick work of this. I start pumping on it with my mouth, giving the best fucking blowie of my life. Just get it done, get him out of here.. I hate myself so fucking much.

1226: Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: Oh, YES, son! Oh his lips and tongue tracing my body is absolutely everything and more, and his fucking determination to get it done is even better. He’s not holding back, and you can colour me impressed. Fear never fails. It’s been the main weapon in whipping Nolan into shape, and it will work the same on Jack. Fear me, in all my evil glory.. And you will do anything I ask. He takes me in his mouth and I start laughing with pure pleasure. It feels amazing, my cock lodged in Jack’s reluctant throat. That’s it boy, keep going up and down as you are, give me a show. It lasts a few minutes as I hold off for as long as possible, but then the inevitable happens. I thrust to match Jack’s movement, and eventually explode inside him, roaring in sheer delight as I do. My voice fills the cell and probably spills out into the corridor.. I have no reason to hide my pleasure. “Oh, yes my little joey.. Oh, yes..” I smile, reaching over and stopping the video. I look back at Jack and I’m pretty sure he’s already swallowed, knowing I’d have made him lick it up off the floor if he spat it out. Good instinct.

12:26 Enforcer_Heath_Wilson: No good performance goes unrewarded, so I remove my boots, jeans and underwear and throw my white boxer shorts to Jack. “Thank you, you little shit. Now.. consider this a gift. You do well, you get rewarded. Today’s present is the return of your dignity. Keep it up, and I might even let you have a shower, or a nice meal.. Who knows?” I stand up and pocket the ice pick and phone, leaving my shirt open as I open the door, letting it start to close behind me, but I quickly catch it before it does. “Oh, and one more thing.. Derek liked to leave you for a few days to recover, correct?” I chuckle. “You won’t have that pleasure with me, Young. See you in the morning, gorgeous..” I blow him a kiss and leave him for the evening, returning to my temporary living quarters to start working on my ‘special project’.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I cry, so fucking hard. That was.. Fucking traumatising. Derek beats and rapes me, a system I’ve grown accustomed to and can handle now, but Heath? This fucker was unhinged. He threatens me with medieval torture and makes me do the work when it comes to pleasuring him. My torture has taken a dark new turn today, and I fear for my sanity more than ever. Hours have passed since Heath’s visit, and I’m still a quivering, naked mess. His boxer shorts are taunting me in the middle of the room. I refuse to wear them, I don’t want them anywhere near me.. But they’re talking to me. “Wear us, Jack. You don’t need to be naked, stop fighting..” oh fuck I’m imagining underwear talking to me. This is it.. Heath’s going to fucking descend me into madness. I feel like if I wear the boxers, then I’m confirming to Heath that I’m his slave.. But the alternative is to resist and let him torture me in ways I would never psychologically recover. Oh fuck, he has me betweena a rock and a hard place. Even more hours pass as I stare at these fucking boxer shorts. I was fed 3 slices of plain white bread for dinner this evening. I’m a fucking dog in a kennel, and I’m so sick of being naked all the time, it would just relieve some humiliation.. I need to do it. It’s the middle of the night now, it’s silent.. I haven’t slept, I’m shivering. Australia is so fucking hot but this cell is so fucking cold. I have to do it. I creep forward and grab them, then put them on and return to my position of sitting against the wall, head in knees, hands cradling them. This is my life now. This is my life now. This is my life now. This is my..

Australian Syndicate Base, Day 1, Afternoon

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I take just a few more minutes working the heavy bag, sweat dripping in streams down the hard lines of my Spetsnaz-forged combat muscle. HOOK to the body.. BAMMMM My heavy fist slams in with brutal power, causing the chain suspending the bag from the ceiling to rattle from the impact. Liver shot, straight from the core, BAMMM, Right Cross, twisting from hips, putting all my power behind it CRUNCHHHHHHHHh. There is something totally Zen like about smashing the heavy bag, the grunt and groan of muscle, the hard burn in the muscles, it doesn’t leave any room for thought or emotion, just the moment, the now. I can even manage to forget about Kyle and Dave and how much I miss them in moments like these. But I glance up at the clock, and realize it’s time for our planning session. I stop and hang on the heavy bag for a moment, getting my breath back, as sweat pours down the leather and pools on the workout mats beneath me. Then, I head over into the showers, just on the side of the gym and workout area. As the hot water runs down my battle-hardened muscle, I find myself thinking of Kyle, wondering what he is doing… wondering … if he misses me as much as I miss him. I haven’t been the same since Des Moines, since losing Dave and meeting Kyle. I feel as though I’ve lost some of my confidence, some of that ruthless hard edge that has always been my trademark.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I wonder if I even have it in me to torture or brainwash again. I’ve asked myself these questions over and over since Kyle. These last few months have been quiet. Too quiet. I need some action again, I need to test myself. I need to fight. I need something to take my mind off of the pain. Well, it sounds like my wish was going to come true. The Syndicate was planning something, something big, something huge, something utterly ballsy. I liked the sound of it. And this afternoon, we were going to learn what. Derek had accepted the contract, and he’d hinted that it was fucking over the top. I needed over the top right now. In the worst way. It was so easy to sink into depression and grief, to give in to my guilt and pain. I needed a purpose, other than simply training. I dressed, putting on my combat boots, black BDU trousers, and a simple white t-shirt, conforming to the heavy lines and bulges of my powerful physique, then headed for the conference room. I arrived early, it looked like I was the first one there. I’d heard that Derek had contracted an independent to help us out. To judge by how much Derek was willing to pay, this man was in demand. This must be pretty big if Derek felt he needed to hire someone outside the Brotherhood to help us out.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: 10 weeks… 10 weeks since the incident happened in Des Moines. So many things have happened in the Syndicate since then. Kyle and James managed to escape, but we got Jack in exchange. This was a good thing for Derek, and a bad thing for Ivan. Derek finally got a chance to get his revenge. That was beyond his wildest dreams, keeping his toughest opponents’ son in his grip was so satisfying for him. At first, I thought about brainwashing Jack. However, I realized later on that Derek had different plans in mind. Moreover, I don’t think he can look at Jack as an “ally” in any way.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: And yet, that was the only good thing about this whole situation. I was so close to breaking James, but those annoying Canadians screwed everything up. They cost us two Syndicate bases, and they managed to kidnap Kyle. The first weeks were terrible, both for Ivan and for me. I was dealing with my bosses, trying to calm them down. On the other hand, after Kyle, Ivan stopped his own brainwashing work, so my work load increased too. Still, I managed to do all of them at once since I had Derek at my side. He was definitely messing with my professionalism. The bond between us was growing stronger and stronger over these past weeks. Huh, Daniel… How funny for you… Establishing a bond… Definitely not my style indeed. Until my bosses managed to shift their focus to our new mission, I leaned into our growing love, because that was the only hope I could hold onto.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Regardless, developing the new roadmap for the Syndicate was what we “all” needed. That was going to help us to regain our confidence. For now, only Derek and I knew the new plan, and I also knew it was going to be amazing. I can’t wait to see Ivan’s and the new mercenary’s reaction, Russell Shade, once we tell them the whole plan. I smile to myself in the mirror as I think of all of these. Adjusting my black shirt, and trousers one more time, I take my radio, and start heading towards the conference room. There was only Ivan at the moment, but I am pretty sure the others will come very soon. I smile and nod to him, remembering all of a sudden the news I received this morning. Kyle… He is now the newest senior investigator for MI6. But I don’t show any hint about this, not now. I need Ivan’s attention, focus, determination, and rage. I know he still loves Kyle, and I have no fucking idea what that means to him and for us. But I don’t let this love get in the way of our main objective. Taking the seat next to Ivan, I pat his shoulder and ask, in my usual distant tone, but I am pretty sure he is aware I am being sincere with him. “How are you Usov?”

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Suddenly, there’s a sound as the door opens. I’m looking at the wall, lost in thought, trying hard not to think of Dave. Times like this… getting ready to plan for a mission, Dave would be right at my side. I ached for him. Oh Dave… Suddenly, I look over and realize it’s Daniel, he’s looking professional as always as he settles into the seat next to me. He asks me how he is in his usual professional tone, but I’ve learned over the past few weeks that Daniel is not only a good man to have at your back in a fight, hell he captured James Mason, but he’s also a good friend. I nod at him, responding, “Ready to get out of this fucking desert and get busy doing what I do best, fighting.”

16:01 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: My name is Russel Shade Taylor, aka SHADE, I was a man by natural birth at one time in my life. I had feelings like that of caring, compassion, a deep sense of justice, and even love. But as most can attest to, life is not a fairy tale and there are monsters that go "bump" in the dark. I become a mercenary by trade through what a therapist would describe as dark, life-bending circumstances. In that darkness I lost my sense of humanity. Granted, this humanitarian loss makes me the perfect mercenary. In that I am willing to take on any job, any task, and any mission for the right price. Honestly I have just about taken on every kind of job there is for a mercenary like...assassinations, kidnappings, drug cartel activities, espionage, human trafficking...and the list of dirty deeds goes on.

16:01 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: My burden is I am damn good at everything I do. I’m a genius. I have trained that raw aptitude to a razor clear mental alertness to my surroundings that most agents, spies and soldiers only dream of having. I feel what others are feeling, in spite of my generally inhuman lack of emotions. It doesn’t stop me from feeling yours. I just won’t indulge in any of my own. It allows me to seduce, infiltrate, and manipulate others. I’m doing it to you right now. Easily.

16:01 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: Not only are my mental capacities rank highly dangerous but my physical abilities in combat, whether it be in hand to hand or weaponry is exemplary. However my greatest ability lies in my talent to disappear. It is almost mystical how I can do it so easily...the fade from being visible in the light to hiding perfectly in the dark....I "shaded” myself. I am the total package, when it comes to mercenaries...and yes I am fucking cocky… but when you spend as much time alone as I do, it’s easy to see how great I am..

16:01 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: Here and now, it looks like I am saddling up with the “bad guys.” Derek Steele contacted me via some back channels while I was finishing up a deep espionage and “disposal” in Toyoko of the key political leaders. “They were standing in the way of the nation’s promising future,” so my distinguished European employer said. Sure they were Japanese royals but they died just like any other human beings. Mr. Steel promised me some good old hard core fighting action, and I much needed a break from the bounty hunting, stalking and torture sessions of my more recent jobs. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love hearing a man scream when he hits his pain limit and you see his will breath, my skin sweats and cock throbs… ah satisfaction.

16:01 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: I arrived at the Syndicate facility here in Australia earlier this morning and decided to welcome myself to a bit of a tour and familiarize myself with my new employer. Oh sure I got lots of stares, I mean who wouldn’t stare at my impressive battle forged thick muscled frame, my canon sized arms that look like they will bust through the seams of my shirt, my man crushing thighs that fit snugly in my trousers so that onlookers can dream of their embrace. I make my way to the conference room and I come in and brazely take my seat taking in the sights of the room with the two warm bodies that are here. Both men are impressive to say the least, in that I would gladly romp around in the hay with either of them. But I am here for the job, not these hot fucking blokes. I am due for a vacation and Mr. Steel has offered a handsome reward for this mission's success. I lean back and sit silently in my chair as I pull my ankle up and rest it on my heavy battle forged leg to expel my confidence into the room.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Suddenly, the door opens and I immediately get eyes on this mysterious new mercenary Steel has hired to assist us with our latest contract. I take notice, and hard notice, right away. This is one big fucker. Not only is he loaded down with lethal amounts of granite hard muscle, he walks with an arrogance and a grace that speaks to his training as an elite fighter. My dick twitches in my trousers. This one has balls, he does. Walking in as though he owned the place, taking his chair, and owing his space with authority. Fuck. And he’s the one that’s coming with me to London…. I stare at him, check him out up and down. From, his dark haired, bearded face to his herculean thighs. What a fucking beast. I think… I’m going to enjoy seeing if that muscle of his is for more than just show. I speak up, looking over at the new man. “Usov. Ivan Usov. You must be Steel’s secret weapon.”

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: Being the new guy I totally expect stares, comments, cocky jeers as everyone on point in this mission has to establish their dominance. I mean that is what “we villains” do, we dominate. It is our very nature and will power to conquer and ruin our opponents. The sexy elite warrior bodied man with the shaved head makes solid eye contact with me and gives me the once over. I grin as I can see he is delighting in the view. My own thick member does a solid dance in my trouser of approval over his rippling battle-trained muscled frame. “Damn, there Usov, you stare much more at me and I am going to have to charge for the peep show.” I nod back in affirmation of Usov’s assertion of my identity. “Russel, but just call me Shade, mate,” I say, giving a good solid wink at the shaved headed beast man.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I’d read up on the details of the contract that Daniel had provided me, and fuck me if this wasn’t the ballsiest job I’ve ever been offered. I mean, fuck… I grinned as I walked towards the conference room, my mind buzzing with ideas on how we are going to carry this one off. I turn my head, checking that Nolan was following me like a good puppy dog, then I stride into the conference room, scanning the seats at the table, catching Daniel’s eye first, then Usov’s. I could tell something had him jazzed up. He seemed to have lost that hangdog expression that had been following him since Kyle and Des Moines. I wonder what had bitten him, then I turned to look at my secret weapon, Russell Shade. OH yes. I grinned, and gave a nod to Russel. That would explain it. I rather thought that Ivan would take a shine to Russel. Maybe this was just what he needed.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I sit down at the table, “All right gentlemen, let’s get right down to business. I’ve looked over the Syndicate’s latest contract, thanks to Daniel here.” I gave him another look, and felt my dick twitch. We’ve been growing closer over the past two months. I remember I once told him that he was all right. Well, maybe I under-exaggerated just a little bit. It’s gone quite a bit further than just a little all right. Fuck. That hot bastard had someone gotten right inside me, gotten his hooks in on me. And well, that happens sometimes. And when it does, you just run with it. I know one thing though, I didn’t like the idea of not having Daniel around. I’d have to talk to him about that eventually. But, back to business. “So, here’s the deal. In two days time, the Syndicate has asked us to launch an all-out balls-to-the-wall assault on the MI6 Offices in London.” I pause, let that sink in, then continue. “And, at the same time, launch another identical assault on the CSIS headquarters in Toronto.” I shrug, then continue. “The goal? Mayhem. Kill as many people as we can, then get out. It’s purely diversionary. They are planning something big. I don’t know what the fuck they got up their sleeves, but whatever it is, they want those bastards looking elsewhere while they plan it. That’s where we come in. So. The question is… how the fuck do we pull it off? I have a few notions.. But I wanna hear what you guys think.”

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Hearing Ivan’s reply, I chuckle deeply, then return to my own documents just for a second to review my notes. I look upwards, as I hear two other people enter the room. First Shade… Wow… Derek really knows his deal. He is so fucking hot; I doubt words can describe his attractiveness. But looking at him and Ivan together, my eyes narrow, and I slowly turn to Derek. Oh my… This guy is a genius. He is not only going to be useful in this mission. He may help Ivan to get himself together as well. I mean, I doubt if there is going to be some kind of emotional bond that can be described as love, but it can be a distraction… Uh… Who am I kidding? I was never the type who could have fallen in love, but just looking at Derek is doing something to me. I just know. So you never know what would happen I guess… I take a closer look at Nolan who is standing behind Derek as well. Hmm… Seems like Heath did a very nice job. I like that guy. He is such a badass. Then Derek starts speaking, mentioning the new deal of the Syndicate that I delivered to them.

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: Afterwards, he proceeds with the plan's general concept. I can’t help but grin. Oh Derek, you are so hot when you are focused. But I am the expert when it comes to controlling my emotions. I clear my throat as he asks for our opinions. I turn to Shade, and then Ivan, eyeing both of them carefully while speaking. “I’m pretty sure that is an area of expertise for Mr. Russel since he is one of the best “mercenaries” around. Though… As Derek already stated, we just want it to be a distraction for MI6 and CSIS. So you don’t need to force your pretty heads too much. An operation that will allow us to get out of there as quickly as possible without losing too many men would be sufficient. It would also be desirable if that operation delays their recovery.” I lean in my chair as I turn to Derek this time, moving on, “However. If we want this to be a “proper” distraction, then we need to make them believe that we are aiming for something when they attack. For MI6, which interests Derek and me, we will make them believe that we were carrying illegal drugs in a car convoy. Once the local authorities decide to stop our vehicles when we are in front of the MI6 Offices, the fun will begin. It won’t take too much of their time to realize that the Syndicate wouldn't make that kind of mistake. But before they can understand what has happened, we will already have what we want…” I smile evilly, then turn to Shade this time, and lean towards him. “Your turn Shade… In what kind of context can you guys distract MI6?”

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: Mr. Steel enters the room as my shameless flirting with the big man Usov continues. I have never met Steel before other than seeing a few pictures here and there, but his presence is indeed impressive as he enters the room and takes it over. Now that is a man I can get behind I think to myself. My cock stiffens a little as the set “alpha” has entered the room. Now down to business and I finally can hear about this high profile, top end job that Mr. Steel said would be life changing for someone like me. Fuck, he has no idea what life changing events I have lead around our wretched planet, he might kick me out if he knew all my secrets. I grin wide as he brings up hitting MI6. Now that is exciting. MI6 is a bit of a pain in my well muscled ass. Getting them distracted and dysfunctional might just be the ticket I need to “clear the slate” with a few other high paying employers. If I play this right, I could do some major double dipping and kill two birds with one big fucking stone.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: His first mate, Daniel Allen seems to have a big hard on for the alpha Mr. Steel. It is written all over his lustful face, not that I blame him. That dark hard breaded chiseled jaw of Mr. Steels does seem to beg for one to plant a big juicy kiss on him. Granted Mr. Usov is primed and ready for some hot action and I would easily enjoy seeing “his special skills” up close and personal. Shit, I am so horny, I knew I should have banged off my meat before coming here. Mr. Allen motions to me and asks my opinion of my suggested play and it snaps my attention back. I lean back in my chair, clear my throat. “It is simple mate, you want a dysfunctional distraction, then pack one of your “drug loaded” dummy cars with low range EMP and level their systems. Their systems can take a directional assault but a low range electrical mag-pulse will easily offset all their countermeasures.” I say as I fold my hands behind my cabled flexed neck and my shirt stretches over my heavy canon sized upper arms. “Then a small number of men with me and my beastly mate, Mr. Usov can infiltrate the facility to make sure they crippled for a good long time by planting some easy C4 packs on the primary and secondary power systems. Those systems are easily accessed through the rear of the facility also allowing for a quick evacuation.” I state plainly. Since all eyes are on me in the room questioning as why I know so much about the MI6 facilities and system weaknesses. I shrug and blurt out, “let’s say this is not my first rodeo with MI6, gentlemen.” I give a quick solid wink to Usov, as I flex my peaking power packed biceps.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I listen carefully as Daniel outlines his proposal. I nod, I like that approach. I speak up, “That has some real possibilities, Daniel. It gets heavy weapons on site, and it draws in the local law enforcement, allowing us to eliminate them to give us more time to smash up the MI6 Offices. We can provide an anonymous tip to the authorities about the drug running convoy so they will concentrate all their men on the area. Then, as I recall, we have that little canister of sleeping gas in the arsenal. We can wear gas masks, let them “catch” us outside the MI6 Offices, then storm the fucking place without worrying about support from local law enforcement.”

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: I begin to analyze the possibilities further, weighing Slade’s suggested approach, taking careful note of the size of his guns. Fuck, was he flirting with me? As I speak up, my own granite-carved elbows resting on the table surge up, threatening to rip the sleeves of my shirt. “And Slade, I think we use your EMP on the CSIS offices. We’ve only got one low range EMP on hand. I think the CSIS Headquarters are going to be more heavily defended, since they have a whole compound to themselves, whereas the MI6 Offices are renting space in a skyscraper.” I grin at him, fuck, I’m looking forward to getting this big bastard to myself.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I listen to all the ideas presented and nod. Damn, these men were good. Everyone had thought of an approach I hadn’t considered. And together, it gave me the ingredients for the ballsiest, most bad-ass in your fucking face operation I’ve ever had the pleasure to be involved in. My hard, hairy mercenary muscles flex with anticipation as I lean forward, my bearded gaze settling on each man around the table. This was an awesome team. “Okay, men, here’s how I think we can play this. Ivan, you will be in charge of the convoy of “drugs”. You’ll have a squad of the Brotherhood’s best mercs with you, armed for bear. You will let the authorities stop you in front of the MI6 offices, use our sleeping gas to knock out everyone in 100 square yards. It’s not likely to affect the MI6 Offices, since they probably have filtration systems designed to thwart a chemical attack, but that’s okay. Once you’ve dealt with the local cops, I want you to charge into the offices and meet up with our very own Mr. Shade.”

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I turn to Shade. “So, I want to put your incendiary tendencies and your knowledge of the MI6 Offices to good use Shade. How do you feel about becoming a janitor? It just so happens I have obtained about a dozen fake ids for the firm that the officer tower uses to provide housekeeping and maintenance. I want to slip you and another squad of troopers in side the offices. When Usov pulls up out front Shade, I want you to plant your C4 on the primary and secondary power systems, and give Ivan a clear path up. He’ll rendezvous with you and your team, providing you with the heavy weapons that you won’t easily be able to smuggle in. You might also hit their armory while you are at it.”

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: Then, I smile at Daniel, fuck me but that bastard is handsome as a new day. Yes he is. I twitch in anticipation of going into battle with him at my side. Fuck yes. “And you and I Daniel, along with two squads of our shock troops are simply going to fucking smash in the front gates of CSIS, set off our low range EMP device, frying their transformers, and blowing fucking hell out of them. Any questions folks? Amendments, suggestions, alterations?”

10:25 Spy_Daniel_Allen: I can’t help but chuckle as everyone starts expressing their own thoughts. First Russel, in his own confident manner, but I can’t deny he doesn’t deserve it. He is one of the best, I can tell just by his vibe alone. His words also support this view. Then Ivan, expressing his own thoughts. Yeah, this mission will help him a lot. I don’t know if he can forget Kyle, but at least this will be a great opportunity to move on. Then Derek, summarizing everything up in his satisfied tone. Then he smiles at me. Ugh, fuck this man, he is defintively screwing my system up. I grin back at him, and reply back “Not that I can think of Derek. Besides, like I mentioned before, we don’t need to accomplish anything. Just distracting and damaging them is enough. Stay safe guys… And about Russel’s fake identity, leave it to me Derek.” I turn my face to Russel and smile at him cockily “That’s my expertise after all…” I lean back on my seat, smiling professionally. “Don’t hesitate to ask me anything…”

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: Do so enjoy dropping my ideas like a well placed bomb in a discussion, which just shatters inspections and ignites ideas. I mostly work alone, it is easier, safer, and in mine line of work, trust is not a regular commodity. In this room right now are some of the best minds in the “industry.” I must say am pretty fucking honored to be a part of team which is just going to rain havoc down on MI6 and the CSIS, and when we pull this off, let me tell this will make my life a hell of a lot easier. I grin as the masterminds plot, pull and weave the ideas together into a solid iron clad plan. Mr. Steel and his sidekick lover Daniel can mesh a group of villains together quite well. Granted, my guard is still on high alert, everyone in this room has their own agenda. They say they only have one EMP, but EMPs are a dime a dozen if you know where to look, which I do, but this plan needs to be executed quickly so there is no time to hit up my stash. Plus, I don’t want to lay out all my resources and stashes before these gents, no matter how smart and sexy they are. Mr. Steel gives me the man shivers with his “tall, dark and handsome ways.” However, there is another hot body in this room who has my cock at full attention and the good thick Mr. Usov is picking up on all my flirtatious signals like a pro. He bends his arm up on the table, and I see that billow meaty man muscle in his arm, and oh fuck I would take him to lover’s lane right here on the conference table….HOT DAMN.

10:25 Russel_Shade_Taylor_Mercenary_for_Hire: I am snapped back again from another one of my lustful binges over Mr. Usov by Mr. Steel asking me about doing a little clean up in MI6. Damn I am gonna have to stroke one out over this Mr. Usov. I give a cocky nod, “I am always in the mood for good clean up Mr. Steel, don’t worry I won’t make too much of a mess. I will keep it nice and clean...mostly.” I say smirking as I go to catch Mr. Usov’s eyes then blow him a kiss without the others noticing. The plan is solid and my rage to rain hell down on the MI6 is hotter than hell’s flames. Plus if I am lucky there could be some flames that heat up with this hot as fuck Mr. Usov, should we get some quality alone time. Yes, this new employer Mr. Steel is bringing all sorts of opportunities my way.

10:25 Commando_Ivan_Usov: Derek lays it all out on the line, and I think about his suggestion, analyzing the tactics. But I don’t think I have anything to add right now, it feels a sound approach. I look over at Daniel, then feel my blood start pound. I need this. I need to get out in the field again. I need to fight, to battle. There is only one problem about going to London… That’s where Mason is… and … where Mason is… Kyle will be… I suddenly feel a knot clenching in my gut. What if… what if I run into Kyle… what if I run into Mason. What the fuck am I going to do. Then, I look up, and my eyes go wide as I catch that hot, thickly muscled bearded bastard throw a kiss at me. My heart races a bit more. Well. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I catch his eye, and slowly begin to smile, a fierce, primal, feral grin of pure man lust, cracks my face in two. Me and Shade, I think we might just get along all right. He’s got some big balls. And I like a man with big balls.

10:25 AgentDerekSteel: I look around, eyeing everyone to catch their reactions. Daniel steps right up, as he does. He always backs me up, supports, he’s there when I need him. He does it so naturally. Fuck. I really, really don’t think I’d like not having Daniel around. I’m going to have to make him a proposition of a more permanent nature. Yes I am. Then, I catch the look that Shade and Ivan are exchanging. Well. Fuck me silly. I should have seen that coming. For some reason, that makes me fucking horny as hell. I turn my gaze to Daniel, all hard muscle and handsome as a new day. I would love to get some more private time with him. Oh yes I would.

Published: 2021-05-06, viewed 60 times.