Long Form Roleplayers

TRAINING DAY 1 - 4
1) https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/45612
2) https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/45611
3) https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/45610
4) https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/45610

TRAINING DAY TAKES PLACE IN THE WEEKS BEFORE CHASING BEDLAM concluding months before Erik is captured by Chadwick https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/50424

This is the conclusion to TRAINING DAY

================late afternoon at Derek Steel's Compound============

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I knock on your office door, with my arm in a sling. I managed to work on my own pants and boots, shirt impossible, still working solo. So I’m shirtless as I rap on your door. “Pardon me sir, was hoping you had a moment?”

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: “Yes! I do indeed.”

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I slip into your office and stand proper and solid in front of your desk… I wait for you to look up from your work. Finally… " I have to talk to you." I know you were expecting this - and you have been all over the world. Cameron and I talk - but it's about lunch and he stops himself anytime we get close to the topic of "The shit that happened." That shit - we fought - we fought with deadly intent for each other. I'm not just sorry - I'm horrible sorry. It depends on the moment I touch the emotions. I killed his friends with savage speed and no negotiation. I love the men here, I just know I fit here like a foot in a glove in a vise under water. I have been working on some ideas to get life back to normal. And I can't go back. And not sure I'm an assassin, and I handle a mop like a crazyman. And my body is still broken and I wake at night smelling snake breath in my face sometimes.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: "I have a plan..." I tell you. "We need to... uhhmm... well... I need to destroy the SHARKS. I want my life and they're in the way. If they have to die to the man, then they do. It's personal. I want my life back. They took it and they have to pay." I squirm a little in my chair. I have never calculated my life plans and hit the equal sign and come up with the fact that 1200 men need to die. Maybe their accountant as well; hell the whores and piano players along with. I look at you. "I need the training and I need my body back. I formally request your help, please."

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I lean back in my chair, looking up from my work, as you tell me you need to talk. I gesture at the chair, motioning you to take a seat. I listen as you describe your plan and what you want. My face grows more and more unreadable, blank, impassive as you make your request for training and help. Then suddenly I laugh, and to those who know me well, it's obvious that I don't laugh like that very often.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: The mirth flows out of my being, and you can tell it's not meant in any way to be insulting, but genuine. I finally get control of myself, then take a deep breath. Mostly my laughter was because you were deadly serious. Of course it was utterly absurd, the notion of you taking down the SHARKS. But you didn't know that. I wasn't going to tell you. And that's why there was every chance you might just do it. And that was the funniest bit. The SHARKS had sown the seeds of their own destruction when they fucked with you. The irony was so delicious. "Thank you Atlas. That is a worthy cause for many reasons, and you'll have my complete support." I pause for a moment, turning back to you. "I'm sure you realize this .... " Hmmm... " ... plan of yours is not going to be easy?"

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I see you laugh and for a split second I feel like yur mocking me, and wow that hurts. My inner teenager dies slowly and it gets put away in moments, realizing you maybe would've killed them all to a man yourself if you had that at your disposal. You mention the plan aint gonna be easy. My turn to grin and then laugh.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: "I don't know if you didn't notice... 'easy' aint one of my habits? I didn’t get this body from begging." I chuckle, finally getting an inner hint at what you’re laughing at. Maybe that was the job you were on when we met. I just know I can get inside and do it. "Yes sir, I do understand this is a hard job, and you know as well as I do I don't get my life back until those fuckers die and they all fear me. It might not be the best plan. It has a sketchy endgame, but a very definite middle game I'm up for." The room falls into one of our famous silences..

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I take a breath... "And one more thing. I formally request your company for dinner and drinks. Maybe... if you do that with the...men. '' I shuffle my words, I don't know what I am here. One of the men? A captive? A pet? A charity case? A freak of nature - maybe all those depending who you ask. I just know I walked past this door 14 times before knocking and hard to say brazenly I want you naked. What's wrong with me? Brazen used to be easy. After that demon named Bedlam a bad guy summoned up to kill me, I was in ICU ‘cause it drank all my blood and tried to eat parts of me I was still using. (Rude? Wait ‘till ahm ded!) ((https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/45530)) Took months to get back up and massive again. In the ICU I told the doctor doing rounds I thought he had a nice ass. He blushed like a schoolgirl dressed like a military surgeon. I just swallowed and waited for an answer… I mean I couldn’t been the first to mention it, could I? - see, that’s brazen. In front of this man all those words feel wrong.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I look at you, nodding as you explain what you want. Interesting. Then you ask me for dinner and drinks. Interesting. What I see is a warrior taking care of two of his pillars. Family. And a cause to fight for. I smile then, genuine and warm. "Atlas, are you asking me out on a date?"

10:01 Erik_Atlas: We have another one of those long silences. I was suddenly glad I was sitting in a chair because I may have just walked away trying to find an answer. This man tried in earnest to kill me. And then worked to save me. Every muscle and scruffy inch of him is beautiful to me and my heart aches with a good deep want. And I know once I go here life changes forever. “Yes, Derrek. I want that… uhm… please.”

11:17 AgentDerekSteel: I stand up and walk around the desk, examining you from various angles. Then, I bend over and whisper, gently, as I reach down and cup your chin, tilting your head up to look you in the eye. I smile warmly then. "I think I'd enjoy that very much." I slowly walk back around my desk, then turn, "Oh, and I think we need an official title for you, something like ... 'Head Destroyer of SHARKS' or maybe 'Chief SHARK catcher' with an appropriate uniform of course." I grin.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: You level me a question - a date? I decided to stop the stammering. .... You tilt my chin up and...OH my.... (boner... alert! )Gawd! You didn't have to kiss me. Anyone that sings can fill in the note. I keep my mouth respectful. You go back and sit down. Suggest a title and uniform. Now I KNOW I'm blushing. I laugh out loud - shaking my head. "I aint done it yet... YOU killed more of them than me. Not that it's a dick measuring contest..." I settle my laughter. My mind fixed on that idea of an actual dick measuring contest. DEEP breath

10:01 Erik_Atlas: "I don't need a special set of clothes sir. It's not about me. It's about setting things right, I guess." - I leave that conversation for later. "Dinner will be at your timing and convenience. I got nothing to do but netflix and wait." I stand..."Thank you. "

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I look at you, sitting back down on the other side of my desk. I nod in answer to your statement. "Sure, I've killed more of them. But this isn't just about killing them, is it? This is about taking out their organization. This is about killing the entire snake, isn't it Atlas? Not just snipping off bits of the tail. But... more on that later."

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I watch you closely, taking in the incredible size and breadth of you. So much man in one package, power, strength, determination, and a strange kind of innocence. Breathtaking really. The idea of exploring this man mountain in a more intimate setting was highly appealing.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: You stand and thank me, but I have one final word for you, "Atlas, the uniform and the title are not for you. If you want to do this job, you will need men to help you. The uniform and the title are for the men I'm going to assign to you. They need it even if you don't. Or, were you planning on taking down the SHARKS all by yourself?"

10:01 Erik_Atlas: It was a hard question - I had an answer but didn't think you'd like it. "I didn't think I could ask. Yea, I planned on doing it myself. But if you got a unit to devote to this sure. Hell, I’ll wear flowers on my head to break them to pieces. I plan on succeeding at that mission and then leaving here." The statement sounded so cold I wanted to try and walk it back immediately. Took a breath and tried again.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: "I know I can never leave ... you," I said slowly. "I'll maybe reserve the right to negotiate an exploratory of that ideer after they all die. And yes, the whole fawcking school of them. I didn't want any more men to ...die because of me here." I have to say, when I get stressed and feeling stupid, my mouth starts talking more of a Texas twang. I am heein and hawing like the best of em. I sit. "Derek... it sounds stupid when I say it out loud. What am I doing wrong...?"

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: My expression remains unreadable as you speak. And as you tell me about leaving and not leaving and fighting. I hear the confusion in your voice, your accent reverting back to your big ol' Texan roots. I smile.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: And I think of the moment where everything shifted. When you and I were fighting in the gym, and you screamed at me demanding why didn't I just let you go, because I already had my men. I remember the longing in that cry, the rage, the fury, the desire. I wondered if you did. You can lead a horse to water... but you can't make him drink. It was then, at that moment, that you were no longer Atlas the ally of the SHARKS that I would simply use as I saw fit, but Atlas the man, strong, powerful, masterful, brave, determined, and longing for family. Not the family he was born to, but the family he chooses.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: That was the truth. I am nothing if not a servant to the things that are true. Flags will fall and crowns will tarnish. Sometimes we fall into a trap in our lives of denying us the things we long for by wanting them too much. But with Atlas, in particular, the worst course of action would be to hit him over the head with what seemed obvious to me. Instead, I sidestepped the entire conversation of your future, and your question, smiled warmly, and simply said, "You aren't doing anything wrong." I give you a warm, sincere, and encouraging smile, incredibly different from the usual serious expression on my face, it seems to transform my entire visage. "My apartments, tonight, just me and you. Perhaps you could demonstrate some more .... Texan for me?"

10:01 Erik_Atlas: "I love the Rodeo. " I grin at the words. "I can show you Texas - many days it's hard not to." I stand to leave and actually touch the doorknob this time. And what I wanted was still feeling like work unfinished. It's been a hard month. I ate food today all by myself and got dressed and even tied boots on. And for fuck sake these are achievements, but not "Atlas" achievements. My old self disobeyed orders and walked into the fight that brought me here. I took what I want, and build things every day. I'm a front door man

10:01 Erik_Atlas: All this has been about me here. I know you got horribly hurt that day with Mike. You look "fine" but I know you aint. I know you're in pain every time you stand and so much a leader you'll never show it. I know you wanna touch me, but letting the moment arrive when it does. I know you've had men and women and lost so many that you don't shop for more. I don't wanna be selfish, but I better be clear. There comes a moment and it's here.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I stop.. Turn and walk to you very directly. I cup behind you back under your arm brazenly and use the power I have and lift you from the chair in a way I hope doesn't hurt your ribs more and pull you close - and KISS YOU.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: Arm in a sling, shirtless, standing strong and powerful, holding you this time not like a terror and monster, but like a lover. We kiss and I make sure it isn't a screen peck on the cheek, but an expression of my love - and you taste like the man I have craved in my dreams for so long. When we break I speak quickly... "I broke chains and killed monsters to be here. I want to hold you forever and be your shield Derek. What I want might not matter, but you need to hear someone is there for you. Not a fuckign mission. Not a lofty goal. I know I am breaking protocol here by just grabbing you, but you’ll get used to that. I'm Atlas." I never break eye contact. Finally after that night in the gym I am standing rightly. I'm Atlas. And you're Steel.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: You grin, and some of the heavy clouds seem to lift off you. You'll figure things out, in your own way and your own time.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: You turn to leave, and I start to turn back to my work, hiding my grimace of pain from you. My ribs have taken a long time to heal, and I still haven't been able to resume my regular training regime as of yet, hell some days just walking was painful. My face was going to carry the scars of our fight in the gym for the rest of my life. I was mending, but daily skull-pounding headaches were still a regular occurrence. But pain is to be endured, and my men needed me to be strong for them, so the pain had to become a friend rather than an enemy.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I'm reaching down for a stack of paperwork, invoices for medical expenses, which have been rather high lately, when suddenly, I feel myself get lifted out of my chair, from behind. You can't see it, but I grin very wide. So. Perhaps your time is now. You lift my entire battle-damaged 220 lbs of muscle with one arm, but of course, you are Atlas. This is what you do.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: Of course my ribs aren't happy about it, but they will just have to get on with things. This is more important. You hold me tight against your massive chest, feeling the contours and shape of your powerful body, and my head leans back against your shoulder. I turn to face you, and get a deep look into your eyes. Your face bears the scars of it's encounter with Mike, but no less beautiful for it. I lean forward into you as you tilt your head into mine, and we kiss tenderly, aggressively, passionately.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: Sometimes when the man doesn't go to the mountain, the mountain must come to him. What you wanted of me was mine to give, and what I wanted of you was yours to give. Of course I knew the cost and the risk of this exchange. But that is the nature of this life. We live, we fight, we grow, we learn, we swim through sorrow, and loss, and wisdom like a sea that both buoys up and threatens to drown us. And sometimes, if we are lucky, we find the men we love.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: Today was my lucky day, apparently. I looked up into your eyes as we broke off our kiss. And I give you that gift which is the most precious of mine to bestow. My vulnerability. A single tear courses down my face.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: In an oddly formal tone, resonant, and deep, nodding in acceptance of your words, I reply. "By broken chain and monster slain. By shield gained, and vows exchanged. I am your shield and your sword also, as you are mine. I ..." I take my right hand and put it over my left pec, hairy, muscled and hard, over my heart, then regaining my feet, I turn to face you, and cover your left chest with that same hand. "... am here for you, with you, by you, in you for as long as I draw breath."

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I knew that from the very moment that I heard you cry out to me in the middle of our fight. In the very moment I realized that I was not fighting my enemy but my lover. Then I smile, to break the tension of the heavy moment. I reach up, and gently touch your face, tracing your scars, ruffling your hair, "I've got you Atlas, welcome home."

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I look into your eyes and a tear drops... I wipe it away as you talk, a flawless recital of words that sound very old, like a magic spell, and at the same time from your heart new as sunlight. I see what you're showing and look at you. “Shhhhh we're good and thank u. I'm home." I place your hand on my chest. "This is your shield. I'll bleed for your safety and kill for it too - I'll show you. I'll prove it."

10:01 Erik_Atlas: The pieces fall together quickly. You couldn't ask for me to stay. You couldn't ask me to love you. I'm so pig headed I'd find a way to do opposite. My head just flashes... The poetry. The words. The promise. Did we just get hitched? Nodding my head. Its'ok. Not sure what it's called but I'm here. It's solid. I make another decision. "You're in pain," I close your laptop and turn off your desk lamp. "You're clocked out. Because I said so. Your place or mine? Oh yea, I forgot, it's all your place. Fine. Lead. Take my arm, I got you." Not kidding. You are done today and taking you to early dinner.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: Nodding slowly as you accept my offer. This is good. This is a very good day. I'm content to be still and savor the quality of this remarkable experience.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: Then, you tell me that I'm in pain. It's true. That's not unusual. One of those skull splitting headaches is starting to come on, but what is remarkable is how you knew that. I am duly impressed. But pain is to be endured. Except you have a different opinion as you slap my laptop shut and turn off my lamp. Well. You step up into command smoothly.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: Giving me orders in my own office. In my own compound. But then, I realize, I've just given you that authority, as you have given me the same. I laugh then, at the irony of the situation, but take your arm, standing up, and lead you back to my apartments for some dinner and some conversation and some male bonding, in the very deepest and truest sense of the word.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I'm actually proud of you - you grumble for about a 3 count and start to object and then realize I'm right, or something. But you nod and go with it. I wanted to show up to dinner with an actual shirt, and get Cameron to help me dress, but shit. This is good in all quarters.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I heft you out of your chair. My ribs still hurt. Being crushed by a 9 meter python will do that. I'm lucky I aint reduced to blender food through a straw after that. We get to the door and I stop intentional fawning on you in front of the men of your command. I make sure my shoulder is there for you to catch and we get to your apartment and quarters. You have a guard at the door that salutes you on the way in. I don't even look.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: There's no secrets here. I hear men talk about who fucks who and who longs for ladies in all this man meat. We get inside and the place is as Spartan as I expected. kitchenette, dining area, bathroom, bed. A meditation tatami. No altars. Well, there’s a display copy of The Art of War - and it’s impressive. I actually know this is one of the Folio Society printing special editions. Only 850 copies exist in the world. Mine is in a second hand copy in a box in Denton. I think. Everything here in Steel’s quarters is in its place. Peaceful and perfect.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: We pass my men, and they know better than to stare at the sight of me walking beside the shirtless man mountain of muscle known as Atlas. The pain is familiar, but I'm used to it's companionship. You, however, are a far more welcome companion.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: The buzz of the men washes over me, I hear, I file, but I do not pay attention. We reach my door, and my guard salutes, I give him instructions that I am not to be disturbed. He looks at you, and has the discipline, training, and good sense to keep an utterly straight face. I nod, and smile at him suddenly. He'll get a little surprise in his pay packet next month.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: We enter my Spartan, simple apartment. I don't need much in the way of things, I never have. Everything I need is with me already. I make my way over to my bed, and lie down, moving over to the other side, with a grateful sigh. Then, I look at you with a raised eyebrow, and pat the bed beside me, "I think dinner can wait awhile. I feel the need for another type of nourishment just now." I am suddenly completely and totally relaxed, despite my aching ribs and pounding head. And my cock is raging inside my black SWAT style trousers. I make no move to touch it or acknowledge it, and no move to hide it. There is a ... desire in my eyes that I likewise do not hide from you. Peaceful and perfect. Everything that is here belongs here.

11:12 Erik_Atlas: You lay down and my blood sings like a kid, you want me right there? OH you’re getting the whole treatment. I pat down my cargo pants. Yes by now I should be able to find everything on a single touch, but my phone is always a moving target. I finally pull out my phone. It doesn’t connect outside, but it has music and a decent speaker. I find the right music. (hit play now)

11:12 Erik_Atlas: The music starts with a dirty slow sax that says fuck me in a blues key. I slowly turn with my back to you, and I strip off my sling, leaving the microfiber cast on my arm. The overhead strip makes my back ripple with power as I move slowly. I bend over and untie my boots, a not-so-subtle show of my thick glutes for my Steel man. I slowly stand and kick off my boots. I turn and s t r e t c h slowly, arms overhead, showing chest, arms, ribble of abs, thick neck. Fang marks from the snake in places, bruises in others. I rub my hands down my smooth torso, maybe suggesting your hands might like this sensation as well.

11:12 Erik_Atlas: I pull out my belt, it leaves the loops in a slow hiss. Double it over and slap it in a SNAP! I grin… drop the belt… unbutton the top, rippling my abs as I do showing the deep details of power… I turn to a side view and DROP my pants pushing them over my thick quads to my ankles… the kick out of them, the energy of the song kicks into a dance. I grind a quick turn and kick off my pants showing I got nothing on but my jock...

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I watch you, my eyes wide, bright and relaxed. Absorbing every motion, allowing myself the luxury of admiring the ripple and play of your muscle as you move about my quarters, putting on a slow blues tune. You put a spell on me... Interesting. Appropriate. Mellowing and invigorating at the same time.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: This is a time for me to let go, surrender, and give you command. It feels right, it's an enormous relief, a luxury that I cannot often allow myself to indulge in. I accept the burden and responsibility of command freely, but it is never an easy burden.

11:12 Erik_Atlas: I take the slow portion of the song and come to you, stripping off your shirt, taking your clothes… they have to go… as the sax takes us out, I lay on top of you, so so gently, covering you in muscle and power, your blanket, your shield...

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: And enjoy the sight and smell and taste of you. The experience of you moving to the rhythm of the music, slowly removing your clothing, one boot after the other. The moment growing larger and more expansive with every passing second. I'm watching transfixed by your every move, the flex and motion of your muscle, as your belt comes off and your trousers, leaving you in nothing but your jock. I'm floating on a sea of desire and admiration, my cock achingly hard beneath my clothes.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: You lean over and carefully strip my shirt off me, exposing my hard, hairy, battle forged torso, cut ridged abs, steel plated chest. Then your jock comes off. I get my first look at your manhood, proud and powerful. Magnificent. I lean back with my hands behind my head as you push me back and straddle me. Blue and black eyes meeting as you straddle me so tenderly, so carefully. Your massive muscle forms a shield over me, a blanket of power and heat and masculinity that turns every one of my nerves into liquid fire.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: You let me know that you want me, and then rest your incredible mass down on top of me, gently distributing the weight. What pain there is becomes indistinguishable from the pleasure of the contact with you. I sigh in deep satisfaction, letting you know, "You have me Atlas, as I have you." I kiss you then, the need and desire inside me boiling and surging, as I open the valve on the firehose slowly oh so slowly, letting out my passion and desire in a growing stream, savouring every moment of this incredible experience. Kissing you long and deep, my hands finally unwinding from behind my head to wrap around your shoulders, to knead and explore the cut and thickness of your back, to ruffle your hair with fondness, to go deeper and deeper inside your mouth, swirling my tongue to seek out every nook and cranny, the taste of you, the smell of you lifting me up.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: Cock to cock, our manhoods intertwining, my own begins to leak a steady stream of pre cum. I shudder then, and allow myself the luxury of becoming fully immersed in this moment.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I do a good act of control and seduction but I break into shivers of sweat when I’m finally touching you. I wanted this man to sit STILL for so long...

10:01 Erik_Atlas: Two injured Alpha men - how do we do this? And then I got two ideas. Lips kiss your neck... two left fingers slip into your lips - the most intimate invasion - man skin has a distinct flavor focused in the hands and other places. you taste my fingers as my face moves down...(*) nipple kiss... slowly seduce that fire point. Lick.....blow to chill... then kiss wet and hot flashing your nipple from hot to cold to hotter.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: Sliding lower, spreading your legs some, my torso sliding between those dangerous legs slick fingers wrap on your cock and slowly stroke, making sure your system is ON and running. Make sure your hands are on my arms, back and shoulders; my arms slowly wrap your hips, easing your cock between my pecs and FLEX trapping that shaft in my pec muscle....hands under you touching your hole, slick finger doing a teasing twirl - not invading but crazy stimulating all your zones... nipple, cock sliding into that gripping valley, and making yur ass ring sing...

10:01 Erik_Atlas: This is how I get an alpha man off - no one has to fuck anyone unless he asks and yur in a muscle power intimate grip.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: You break off our kiss, then move your head down towards my chest as you give me your fingers to suck and chew on. The intimacy between us being expressed in so many different ways. Your touch, your presence sending shivers down my spine, and then you tweak my nipple gently, kissing it, blowing on it, licking it. Ahhhhhhh... the erotic exploration of my nipple sending shivers of desire down to my dick, causing it to twitch.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: My hands grip your massive traps, right below your shoulders, digging in with hard strength, feeding back the intensity of the sensation to your muscle, as you move down further south now, and catch my dick, slick with it's own precum in the cleft of your hard, heavy pecs. I gasp out loud, and sit up part way, holding your shoulders, the pleasure incredible. You start playing with my asshole, and my entire body tenses and shivers.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: "Atlas ..." I whisper your name, tasting it, savoring it, the feel of it on my lips. My body is being stimulated and pleasured expertly. My legs rubbing gently around your waist.... the sweat slick between us now. Your pecs flex tight and hard, my dick trapped between them, and I gasp, again saying your name, the pleasure and passion and arousal dripping from my mouth... "Atlas..." My balls are boiling, and it's only with iron self discipline that I hold back from releasing my seed. Because I want to savor every moment of this. I motion with my hand, rotating it, gesturing for you to swing up around me, to plant your cock between my chest, wanting to experience the mutual sensation from both perspectives.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I feel you sweat and squirm and shiver, and revel in seducing you, giving you pleasure in a word of denial. I feel more than hear your need to be north/south with me... and I s l o w l y shift so I dont wreck yur ribs or mine... I'm sure there's 4 doctors and a crew of post surgical people that really dont want us to do this and fuck them - I plow my cock into the cleft of your chest and OHHH that's fucking good....hugging your cock in my chest and kissing your inner thigh making your furry legs crawl with gooseflesh...FLEX on your cock agin 'Cum for me chief... u need to..." I grip your balls and kiss yur thigh...

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I groan the power of my desire and arousal roaring through me like a firehouse aching to explode. You turn slowly in place atop me, being careful not to rest your weight on my aching ribs, then you rub your dick between the hard, hairy chest muscles. I growl and flex my muscles, feeling the sheer exchange of raw masculinity light up my nerves.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I use my hands to explore your thighs and but cheeks, marvelling at the power and density of your musculature. So much raw power. My body quivers as you touch my thighs and legs, the hairs standing up on end. Then you grab my balls and I gasp. You ask me to cum, and I do need to, but I'm torn between wanting to cum now and wanting to continue savoring this experience.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I ride the edge, stringing it out, reaching up and gently working your balls at the same time, feeling your body respond, your own balls clenching in my grip. Such an incredible, sacred experience... to hold your manhood in my hands, feeling the heft and weight of it. I edge myself deliberately, building up the need to cum into a torrent, then I hoarsely speak, "Cum with me Atlas. Let's share this together. You and I."

10:01 Erik_Atlas: This is an occasion I can definitely take orders doing - My cock drives in that cleft of your chest and it's right over your heart, fitting place for us to end up - humping your chest and driving your cock to hump mine. I GRIP yur buttcheeks and FLEX my chest hard feeling you shaking and ready. CUMSHOT! OHHHmahgawd! That was like the first one since I fell out of Mike's coils and its HUGE! the smell of you driving me crazy, my cock pumping out loads... feeling you following the drive and holding you as the hurricane of lust washes over you as well.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: As I feel you releasing, the tips of my fingers and toes start to tingle, and then the floodgates release. The orgasm sweeps through my entire body, setting every nerve on fire. I gasp, every muscle tensing simultaneously hard as steel. I feel your own body tighten along with mine and my hard manhood spews out long, thick, streamers of seed between your chest. Utterly satisfying, my entire body relaxes into the afterglow of the release, and settle down, content with you on top of me, the heat and weight and presence of you feels perfectly right.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: OMG you made me cum just grinding on you and gawd dyes... yu bust a good one... gasping on top of you feeling amazing… an hour slides by...

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I let you drift - watching you slowly sleep.
I lay next to you - rarely has a man of such handsome beauty been next to me, and so right and powerful.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I'm looking at your furry chest rise and fall as you rest content. The scars under the fur are obvious in places - the wounds inside probably numerous. My mind turns to Matt... it was 2009. He was deployed to Afghanistan. He sent me an e mail - it said, "I'm about to be deployed and it looks dangerous. If you don't hear back from me in three weeks, you won't hear back from me. Burn a candle for me until I get back."

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I burned that candle. 10 days passed. Then 15. Then twenty. Thirty ...sixty ....11 months

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I had to replace that candle every 5 days, and I did. I spoke to ladies that had their men out in deployment. they cried on me and we shared a moment forced to wait. Matt was under "Don't ask-don't tell" and somehow made it worse. I kept the candle going. I sometimes cried replacing them. Then stopped that shit and just did it. And did it.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I was chatting with a buddy in Florida. He got this new boyfriend. They were planning on getting married. It was a quiet thing - marriage for same sex couples didn't come to Florida until 2015. Then Frank sent me pictures of his boyfriend. It was Matt.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I couldn't speak for a month. Then Matt sent me an email. Apparently he discovered he was about to marry one of my friends and I knew. He apologized a thousand times. He made excuses. He reasoned that I was better off thinking he was dead. I blew out the candle.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: Staring at my man, Agent Steel, I could smell the candle smoke. "Don't fall in love with men at war." It was my rule. Too late. Shit. Love is supposed to feel good, not like this.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I get off you slowly... head to the bathroom and come back with a warm cloth and wipe your furry body down. Oh man, every inch is amazing. Sculpted muscle, fuzzy power, and under all that a net of scars with stories. I do a quick cleanup on you. Toss the rag - it sails from this room to the bathroom and BOOMF into the tub. Grinning.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I pull your body next to me, placing your face on my chest holding your back and shoulders, slowly caressing you - with no words even needed. Just touching you is amazing. I finally speak..."Are you hungry Derek?" I'm ready to feed you by hand....

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I'm drifting in a sea of contented bliss, drinking in the experience of being at rest with your muscle on top of me. I feel you get up and return, gently wiping my hairy muscle down with a rag. The motion as the warm cloth rubs up and down the ridges of my muscle relaxes me even further.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I open my eyes and smile at you, as you pull me in next to you. The heat radiating off of your muscle feels like an aura of manliness and strength. I reach out gently and trace the pattern of your powerful build, thinking back and contrasting this experience to our brutal fight in the gym. Night and day. Two sides of the same coin.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: We lay side by side, facing each other, nuzzling into your powerful chest, exploring each other for a long while with our hands. Then you mention food. Yes. Food would be good. I sit up, stretching, "Yes. And I'm certain that you are as well." I look at you sideways. "And I know firsthand how much energy that body of yours requires." I chuckle gently.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I got out of bed, slipped out the door and tapped the door guard. "The boss needs dinner sent up here to his room, five steak dinners. Fixins. You know." he stared at me and yea, I'm naked. I'm awesome naked, right? My cock is still a stiff attention seeking whore and throbs when he looks at it. I smile. I wink. I close the door.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I come back to my man and cradle his head to my chest, swearing I won't take Matt's sins out on him. Or me.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I roll onto my back, content as I watch you slowly get up and make your way across the bare floor of my simple room to the door. My eyes took in the power and purpose evident in your stride, the cut and contour of that incredible muscle. It’s a very satisfying sight.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I place my hands behind my head as you return from ordering us enough food for an entire squad. You sit up against the wall behind me, and pull me up, cradling my head into your chest. I allow myself to relax, and tune in to the rhythms of your body, not speaking. I pick up the slight change in your body, the subtle tells that speak of tension.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: This wasn't easy for you. Wounds... old wounds, new wounds. Life was never easy. Sometimes talking about the wounds helped, sometimes it didn't. The choice would have to be yours, but the invitation, the creation of a space that let you know you could was up to me.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: Slowly, I turn my head, tilting it up and looking at your face. Slowly, with intention, I twist my body, grimacing slightly as the movement causes some pain, until I am face to face with you. I straddle your hips, my knees planted on either side of that solid, massive core of yours. I lean forward and rest my forehead against yours, my eyes delving deep into yours. I place one hand on the side of your head, gently. I smile then, "Sometimes pain can be eased by sharing."

10:01 Erik_Atlas: I SET MY JAW. How the hell you know I'm in pain? I swear it's impossible to keep things from this guy. He always reads right through me. I wonder if I wore a clown nose if it would help? Help? Help me hide shit better... maybe I just don't need that.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: Twenty minutes go by as I tell you of Matt. And how the candle blew out. And then about David and the landmine. And how I broke your face and ribs blaming you for them ...kinda.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I sit back and let you speak, talking as long as you need to. Listening to your words, but more importantly, listening to what you are saying. The two are not always the same thing.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: I heard what you said, the betrayal, the pain, the blame. I don't say anything yet, I simply consider. I can feel that I have become in some ways a symbol of betrayal, something concrete to accept the blame for what has hurt you. It wouldn't be the first time. I'm happy to take all your blame. Because in the end, I'm certain that you will realize how little it will help you face the pain. Small steps. Small acts of kindness and solidarity. Small movements towards healing. I look at you, and repeat the oath I swore, "By broken chain and monster slain. By shield gained, and vows exchanged. I am your shield and your sword also, as you are mine. I am here for you, with you, by you, in you for as long as I draw breath."

10:01 Erik_Atlas: You say those words again..."By broken chain and monster slain. By shield gained, and vows exchanged. I am your shield and your sword also, as you are mine. I am here for you, with you, by you, in you for as long as I draw breath." I am sure this is some old world oath of some kind. Trying not to tear up as u speak this.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: Then, Cameron arrives. Ah, perfect. He opens the door, and he is happy. Naturally. "Come in Cameron, and I see that you brought enough for yourself as well. Join us, and be welcome." I stand up, wincing a bit, stretching out the stiffness from my muscles and aching ribs. I motion at the small simple table, with three chairs. I move over and sit down, looking at you as you make your way up out of the bed, magnificent. Amazing. And wounded. Just as we all are. Strong and yet vulnerable, just as we all are. Cameron was a good medic though, and his presence helped to heal many wounds, not just the visible ones.

10:01 Erik_Atlas: Your words conclude Cameron arrives. He is always an aura of joy. I feel him touch my hand as we take dinner. It turns into a threesome. He blushes a little being invited to what was private time - and it seems I can't have time without wanting Cameron closer.

10:01 Cameron_Slate: I am used to seeing Commander Steel naked, and it’s always a pleasure. But seeing the giant Atlas naked, smiling, and inviting me? I’m more than stunned. "You're having me for dinner sir?"

10:01 Erik_Atlas: "It was my turn to be dinner last time - it's your turn this time. And lucky you, seems yur out of snakes." The look on Cameron's face was hysterical. He blushes and stammers and looks at the floor. Ending the confusion I grabbed his hand and kissed him., "Maybe too soon to be making jokes about it?" he laughed.

10:01 Cameron_Slate: Of course I have been a red head all my life, so blushing happens easy. It was one of the tricks Commander Steel showed me and trained me to do, control blushing. This overloads my controls! I just sputter some words. The giant kisses me and I show he’s not dealing with a shy flower either, I grab his cock and kiss back. Of course I stay for dinner.

11:15 AgentDerekSteel: After dinner is over, and night turns to morning unheeded by the ramblings of conversation, friendship, and love, Cameron finally makes his goodbyes, cleaning up for us on the way out. Then, aching, I make my way back to the bed, as you join me. It was an incredible day. Not what I expected. But… as I wrap you up in my hard, hairy, mercenary muscle, taking comfort and strength in your presence, feeling the power and joy of our warrior bond, I reflect that it is a good thing I don’t tend to pay any attention to my expectations.

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ATLAS AND THE SHARKS

Published: 2021-05-08, viewed 92 times.