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Before reading this, first read Police Incident

This story takes place about 1 month before THE TORONTO INCIDENT

PENETRATING THE BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL’S TRAINING COMPOUND, RUSSIA

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I was just finishing up my daily workout, when it occurred to me that I hadn’t heard from Aaron in a few days. I’d been pretty busy the last week, debriefing from our latest mission, but now that things had quieted down I figured it was time to get in touch with him. Me and Aaron had first met in Afghanistan a number of years back, where we were part of a joint UK-US operation. Some really nasty shit had gone down, and that big, tough, hard-core para had saved my life. We’d done a few more joint missions together, and we’d gotten to the point where we didn’t exactly hate the sight of each other. Well, maybe a bit beyond that. I had a major soft spot for the big muscled bull of a Brit. He was the kind of man you wanted at your back when things got hot.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: He was big, ginger, strong as an ox, tough as nails, one of the most brutal hand to hand combat specialists I’d ever met, knew the barrel from the butt of his gun, handsome in that hard British kind of way, and truth be told, we’d grown pretty close. I’d take a bullet for him any day of the week. I’d never let him know it, he always was full of himself, but I fucking missed him even now. After the war, he’d left the Paras and gone on to be a Cop. I still teased him about it every chance I got, busting his balls about going soft. I knew better though. There was nothing soft about Aaron Mitchell. Myself, I’d stayed with the Army Rangers. It was the only life I really wanted. I’d got the chance to play with fancy toys, hunt down the bad guys, keep in top shape, and fight. I was born for this job, at 250lbs and 6’ tall, I’d loaded my body down with thick, powerful All-American battle-tested muscle and used it at every chance I got.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: So when I texted Aaron, but got no reply, I didn’t worry much about it, until a few days later. I tried again, then called him, and got a message that his phone had been discontinued. What the fuck!!! That’s not like Aaron. I did some snooping, contacted his Precinct to find out what the deal was. They didn’t want to tell me at first, but after I pulled some strings, I found that he’d simply vanished into thin air. No trace of him at all. I was pretty shocked, Aaron can take care of himself, and everyone around him. What the hell was going on? A man like Aaron doesn’t just vanish. I kept digging, relentlessly. Finally, I found the break I was looking for. The same night that Aaron had vanished, a bomb had gone off in the Police Station. There was circumstantial evidence linking the bombing to Derek Steel, the notorious mercenary. That was a name I knew!! I’d been on special ops in the past that had involved run-ins with that bastard, but he’d gotten away from us, and killed a few of our men in the process. He was bad news. He often took contracts for the Syndicate, and this was likely one of those.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I knew where his compound was, it wasn’t a secret. But it was strictly off limits. It was located in Russia, not far from the Finnish border. Russia harboured him, unofficially, because he was a convenient place to drop inconvenient prisoners and have them disappear. An open, or even covert, sanctioned raid on Derek’s compound was not on the cards. But the thought of Aaron being held by that bastard. If Derek had wanted Aaron dead then he would have likely killed him on the spot, that was his normal MO. I didn’t think, hoped he wasn't dead, though from what I’ve seen of other prisoners Derek has had in the past, it might not be long before he wished he was dead. I agonized over my next course for about a day. I had to know. I’d never rest easy for the rest of my life if I didn’t know. I’d said I’d take a bullet for him, and I meant it. Every word. I arranged for a leave of absence from my unit, then arranged transport to Finland. Once in Finland, I used my contacts to acquire some gear. After that, it was just a matter of crossing into Russia and Derek’s compound.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Finally, I approach Derek’s compound. I slowly inch my way through the undergrowth, waiting until nightfall to help me blend in better. I am wearing black heavy boots, black stealth-form fitting muscle hugging combat bullet-proof trousers and a top made of the same material, with a utility belt with my knife, my silenced pistol, wire cutters, binoculars, C4 explosives for a very loud distraction, my smartphone, ziptie, lockpicks, grappling device, a smoke grenade, a flash bang grenade, a frag grenade in case things got really dicey, and a taser for non-lethal takedowns. I'm not sure I'll need the taser, but I like to be prepared. I make my way slowly down towards the high fence surrounding the compound, on the alert for guards and seeking a way to get in. I think silently to myself, Aaron… hang in there bro.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: There's a lot of guards around here, but at least most of them don't notice you.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: One does, but he noticed what you were wearing and didn't know whether you were part of a larger force or not. He stalked for a few seconds, following at a large enough distance, quietly. He watched you as you walked to a dead spot in the wire and cut open the wire, unseen by cameras and guards.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I know the layout of the compound well, and headed inside and into the building just inside the wire, knowing you'd take a while to finish cutting through the wires enough for your large body to get inside. So I wait in the building next to where you were cutting, as you were using the building to shield yourself in the shadows from the guards inside.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I wait patiently until you duck through the wire and come inside and I open the door immediately yanking you inside, sliding a garotte around your throat and starting to pull hard.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "Fucking die," I say in a deep Southern accent.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I move carefully forward, crouched low, eyes darting right and left, ears tuned to catch the slightest sound. After careful observation, I find what I think is a dead spot in the surveillance from the guard towers and patrols. I dart forward, my 250lbs moving as silent as the night, make it to the fence, check to see if I'm being followed, but see and hear nothing.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I cut into the hurricane fence expertly with my wire cutters, leaving one link to act as a hinge, ducking inside and repositioning the fence to appear uncut to a casual observer. I catch sight of a patrol heading my way, and quickly dart flatten myself around the corner of a small building to stay out of sight. Suddenly, the wall falls out from behind me... FUCKK.... I was leaning against a door, I stumble backwards, staggered, working to keep my balance.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Then a wire garotte wraps around my throat, and threatens to crush my windpipe. The pain is savage and instant, and as I hear a deep New York accented voice tell me to fucking die, there is no time for thought. I have only a few seconds to live.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I shove myself backwards throwing my bulk directly into my unseen assailant, I feel my heavy battle-trained muscle slam into his chest, while my hands reach back instinctively seeking your wrists, to stab my thumbs into the soft underside of your wrists in an effort to make you drop the garrote, while I smash my head backwards, looking to headbutt your nose.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I drop the garotte from one of my hands, it staying in the other; but slam my boot into the back of your knee to try and force you to the ground, and while I recoil from the force of the headbut even with blood pouring from my nose, I ignore that pain, that pain is nothing, and jump back on your back my weight forcing you down as I struggle and grab the garotte again ripping it into your throat as my knee slams into your back to keep your off balance.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: You can feel my own body armour and equipment weighing down on you, easily a body weighing the same as yours with all the combined equipment bringing it to nearly a combined weight of 600 lbs, I slam my knee into your back again. "I'll make it quick," I snarl.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: FUCK!!! I get some relief, and take a deep breath, but this man is clearly not a fucking pushover. I'm gasping, starting to turn around, when a heavy toed combat boot blasts the back of my knee out.... FUCKKKK..... I struggle to stay upright, but then a a hard knee stabs me in the kidneys. I arch involuntarily, then you jump on my back, and wrap that fucking garrotte around my throat again. I can feel the heavy gear you are carrying as I crash like a chopped Redwood, unable to keep my balance. The wind is knocked out of me as I land, with 600 lb fully geared up and kitted out soldier smashing me down. Then, another knee smashes into my back, and my big muscled body trembles with the impact, pain radiating out from my bruised kidneys.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: The garotte cuts into my throat, leaving a red line that starts to bleed, I start to gag, my adam's apple begins to compress. I feel a wave of blackness wash over me, but I'll be fucking damned if I'm gonna let myself killed without finding out what happened to Aaron. Desperate, I reach down to my tactical belt, grab my saw edged combat knife, and with the last bits of conciousness, slice it across the garotte, cutting it with a twang, as my head falls forward. I can't stop now, and swing my knife hand backwards and up, stabbing blindly, hoping like fuck that it hits something important.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: There's a large grunt of pain as the knife stabs through my side, drawing blood but the stab vest protects from the majority of the severe injury, I fall down on top of you bringing my entire weight down on your back as blood drips onto your arm from my side, I slam my knee into your lower back twice in rapid succession my cock hardening in pleasure as I slam it in for a third time.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: But the knife is still a danger and one of my hands grabs yours, slowly turning the wrist trying to get you to stab yourself with your own knife.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I feel some heavy resistance, then my knife sinks into some flesh. Not fatal, but it got your attention. I start to heave myself up, bringing my knife hand down to plant itself on the ground beside me. My throat feels raw, and I'm seeing spots in front of my eye as I struggle to fill my lungs with the oxygen my big muscles need. Then, once, twice, three times, 600lbs of gear, muscle, and brutality slams into my back, delivered like a fucking spear through your knee. The impact is brutal, smashing me back to the floor, my body shuddering from each impact, a truly sickening shockwave of pain radiating out from my savaged kidneys.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: My dick twitches, and to my disgust, I feel a burning pain in my cock as apparently 600lb knee drops are enough to fuck up my kidneys to the point where I'm starting to piss blood.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: This soldier is fucking me up. Then, you grab my knife hand and start to try and outmuscle my wrist, I'm shaking, weakened by the damage to my throat and kidneys, finding my massive arm start to get overpowered. I'm drenched with sweat as I fight against you, muscle vs. muscle. But you are on top, and in the superior position, my knife starts inching towards my combat armour despite all my effort.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I breathe then, through the pain, feeding off of it, going deep into the fight or flight zone, riding it like a bucking bronco. I let go of the knife, plant my opposite boot and hand down hard to the ground, and HEAVE to the side, throwing all my strength in a surge, counting on the fact that you were pressing down so hard with your weight on my knife hand that you would be off balance, and with a quick blast of power I could catapult you off me.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I slam into the far wall as I’m thrown off you, but I’m not in as bad a shape apart from the wound in my side and I grab my own knife as I get up and start to head back to you. I grab my side slightly as I walk over back to you. A gunshot would be far too quick.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: You’re getting up as I get there and my boot roundly slams into your jaw. “Come on. Fucking just die you fucking bastard.”

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I go to slam my boot in again.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I get up to my feet, forcing my way up, the pain in my kidneys like someone stabbed a fucking knife in my back, a dark stain discolouring my crotch from the blood leaking out of my cock, courtesy of my fucked up kidneys. It's all about training and will now. Embrace the pain, it doesn't matter. Just an illusion. I'm in the process of forming up my guard, when your boot snaps in towards my jaw.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Can't block your boot, and your goddamn boot smashing into my jaw doesn't feel much like an illusion. My hard, square jaw is savagely snapped to the side, I taste blood in my mouth.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I stagger up against the wall, pain knifing through my kidneys as my jaw is fucking jacked. You come at me with your boot, pressing me so hard and fast I don't even have time to go for my glock.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I'm in position to see your foot swinging in towards my jaw, and I shut my brain down, and just let my instincts take over, sliding down the wall, removing my head from the danger zone, and shooting my right arm up, deflecting your ankle as it whizzes by through the space vacated by my head, letting it throw you off balance, as I push off from the wall with my boot, surge forward, cocking my fist, aiming a brutal right hook to your jaw, as I'm simultaneously looking to leap forward and bash into your chest to plow you down to the floor with me on top, 250lbs of elite battle-forged Army Ranger muscle plus about 100lbs of kit and gear.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I slam to the floor, unexpectedly as I had expected to knock you out with my boots, I grunt in pain as I slam into the floor and now you're on top of me. I grunt loudly as I grab my glock, desperately trying to turn it around to be able to point at you, but it's hard at this angle.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I try and roughly bring my knee up to slam into your crotch but I can't and instead just get your thigh instead. So I do the only thing I can do and slam my forehead into your nose. "Fucking army ranger cunt."

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: My fucking jaw aches like it's been hit with a sledgehammer, leaking blood as I bear you down to the floor. My crotch is still stained with bloody piss, and my kidneys are on fire. My throat is a raw wound. But all of this is just pain. I'm 250lb of trained Army Ranger Grade killing machine, and no one is going to keep me from rescuing my bro Aaron.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Already lost my knife, but your glock is in play now, and that will suit me fucking fine. I'm mounted on top of your geared up torso, my knees on either side of your tough core. I'm bent low over your body, my face near yours. Your knee slams harmlessly off my thigh, but you catch me hard on my nose with that fucking headbutt of yours.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: ARGHHHHHHHHH... My nose starts bleeding, dripping blood into your face. I keep control though, and with my left hand I grab your right wrist, struggling to overpower, surging with desperation, trying to dig into your wrist to make you drop your glock. I reach out with my other hand, nothing fancy, I just fucking gouge your right eye with my thumb.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: ARRGGGGH, I wince in pain as I drop my glock purely to take a swing with my fist at your face, my eye sore as I continue the swing and grab the arm trying to gouge my eye out and start to force pressure away from my eye , but that does take most of my available strength, as I'm in a more difficult position to try and do anything with.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: "I'm going to fucking kill you, you bastard." I snarl at you. "Fucking make you fucking suffer."

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: My insignia as an Army Ranger clearly displayed, but I don't have any idea what branch you might have come from. You are good though, and I bet you were special forces of some kind. An American like myself. You drop your glock as I keep the pressure on your right wrist, but your other fist takes a swing at my head...

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: CRACKKKKKKKKKk... slams hard into my face, a burst of blood spraying out from the impact. A spasm of pain wracks my body, but I fight through it, determined as fuck. But you grab my wrist as I'm trying to gouge your eye and fight me to a standstill, freeing your eye from danger. We are both locked in a battle of muscle, me holding your right wrist, you holding my left. You snarl in my face threatening me, and suddenly, I let go of your right wrist, and drive my left hand down, grabbing your dropped glock, and turning it to point right between your fucking eyes.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: "Move a single goddamn muscle you mother fucking piece of shit, and I'll decorate the floor with your brains. I'm going to ask some questions, and you are going to tell me some answers."

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I wasn't expecting the gun to be grabbed, and my instinct was to immediately go for it, but I know that was stupid, and ultimately my fear of Derek, and not getting what he wanted done, was not big enough to override the fact that I didn't want to be dead.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I consider trying to do something with the hand of yours I have in my vice like grip but considering our two positions and the gun pointed right at my face, I slowly drop the hand I'm holding and put them down by my side. "Fair..." I say in a deep southern accent. "Just don't shoot, okay... You got me, Ranger."

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: As I hold the glock right up against your forehead, I can almost see the cold calculations going on inside your head, weighing your chances. They weren't good. But fuck... mine weren't much better.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: My fucking jaw aches like it's been hit with a sledgehammer, my nose is busted, and both my jaw and my nose are leaking blood down into your face as I hold your glock against your forehead. My crotch is still stained with bloody piss, and my kidneys are on fire. My throat is a raw wound, still bleeding. But all of this is just pain. I'm 250lb of trained Army Ranger Grade killing machine, and nothing and no one is going to keep me from rescuing my bro Aaron. Least of all this muscled up piece of mercenary shit.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: You let go of my right hand, and I slowly reach out and grab your combat knife where you dropped it when I tackled you, holding it low and deadly, against your throat, almost daring you to try some kind of last ditch escape effort. Taking no fucking chances with you, not after the way you royally fucked me up.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I snarl out my demand in a harsh, rasping voice, courtesy of my fucked up throat, "Where is Aaron Mitchell being held?" My eyes are diamond hard, no mercy.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I glare up at you. “If you kill me, you won’t get any answers will you.” I’m exhausted from the fight as well. My eye is swollen and my back feels like fire.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I slowly and carefully move so you can see I’m not moving to get a weapon and slowly open the Velcro on my tac vest and pull the hidden zip down to release the weight from my body and I give a sigh of release of pressure against my chest.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: “What makes you think I know. You think I’m paid to know things. Stupid fucking Ranger. I know you get more muscled and less fucking brains every year.” As I insult you I feel the knife and I sigh.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: “Fucking okay,” I say in the southern accent. “We can make a deal here. I’m not paid enough to fucking be killed by a fucking low rank officer.”

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: He knew the insignia and David’s rank. Seems likely from his training he was ex army or even worse possibly still serving military and doing this on the side.

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: “But we make a deal. Right. I give you info, you let me live, and you don’t fucking tell anyone I said anything. You’re not as fucking scary as he is. Right.”

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I listen in stony silence as you state the fucking blinding obvious. I press the glock a bit harder against your forehead. I watch your hand like a hawk as you move to pull open the velcro on your tac vest and unzip it, ready to blow your brains out if you make the wrong move.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: You blabber at me some more, trying to psych me out, but my eyes clearly say I'm not buying any of your fucking bull shit. I press that knife into your throat a bit harder, nicking the skin, rewarding me with a drop of your blood as you insult me. All I have to do is wait you out. And sure enough, you break down.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I listen to your terms, and nod once. The “he” you are talking about must be the infamous Derek Steel. I'd heard stories, but never gone up against him directly.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Though I swear, I'd find some way to make him pay for taking Aaron. "Deal. Tell me where Aaron is, and I let you live." I smile then, a half grin, "And don't worry. I'm not gonna tell anyone how easy it was to make you squeal. It's not like I'm on talking terms with Derek or his fucking scum brigade. I want Aaron, in and out, and you live. Talk."

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: “You’ll be lucky if find him alive, Derek is showing off some techniques he likes to his favourite students.”

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: “But he does like to take his time. And it’s the only Brit prisoner I’ve seen around.”

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: “Look. Soldier to Soldier. You’d be better fucking off. He’s likely dead by now. And if Derek and the guys get you. It won’t be one on one like this. It’ll be your fucking death.”

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: I stare into your eyes. “Room 9B.”

10:11 Sergeant_Matt_Lewis: “But you gotta make this look good. Right. Knock me out. So it looks like I didn’t talk.”

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I listen as my captive talks. I fight down the surge of rising panic as he describes Aaron's situation. Panic is not my friend. A calm, cool head. Stay focused David. You can't help Aaron if you get yourself killed because you aren't thinking clearly.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: My captive is talking sense, and for a moment, despite the fact he just tried to kill me, I feel a sense of respect and camaraderie. I nod, "Yep, was not about to go off and leave you awake, soldier. " Then, keeping the knife at your throat, I lift the Glock, smoothly rotate it so I'm holding it by the barrel, then I speak up. "You seem like a good soldier man. What the fuck are you doing with Derek and his scum? You come find me when you wake up if you are looking for a new job. My name is David. Lieutenant David Armstrong."

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Then, with that, I smash to butt of the glock into your temple with precise force, enough to knock you out for hours, but not enough to kill. Then, I stand up, and make room in my tactical belt for a second Glock and a second knife. Aaron, if he was in any shape to, might be able to use these. I fucking hoped he was. I said a silent prayer, stay alive Aaron, I'm coming for you.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Then, working quickly, I hogtied you hand and foot, ripping strips out of your battle gear, and shoving a huge wad of torn camo into your mouth to make a gag. Then, I hauled you off to a closet, and took stock. I felt weak, and sick. I was still pissing blood, and my back was threatening to go into spasms. My jaw wouldn't stop bleeding, nor would my nose. Breathing and swallowing hurt like hell. You had fucked me up pretty bad. I staggered for a moment, then held onto the wall, closed my eyes, and pushed the pain back. I can hurt later. Now, I need to get Aaron out of here.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I left the small building, and following the signs towards building 9, I forced my battle-damaged body to creep through the compound as the night darkened.

TORTURE ROOM 9B, THE BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL’S TRAINING COMPOUND, RUSSIA

11:07 AgentDerekSteel: After finishing my fuck session with you, I kept you sedated and drugged until we reached my training compound in Russia. Then, I threw you in a cell for a few weeks, to soften you up. Not letting you fully heal, fucking your sweet ass often, and kicking the shit out of you. But finally, it was time for you to earn your keep. I knocked you out again, then when I finally let you wake up, you are chained tightly in an X, suspended from the ceiling, manacles on both wrists, and both ankles. The chains are taut, attaching to brackets in the floor and ceiling. I'm the first thing you see, then behind me, a bunch of jacked up looking dudes, my new recruits. I stand back, but ignore you for the moment, telling my recruits, "What we have here boys is a fucking UK para. Tough bastards, they can take a lot. I'm going to use him to demonstrate some techniques. Your choice of either cash prizes or the option to rape this beautiful bastard will be awarded for completing the milestones I've laid out, depending on your inclinations. First lesson, proper use of a bull whip."

11:07 AgentDerekSteel: I grab the whip and turn towards you, my eyes are glinting, and I tell you, "Welcome to hell, soldier."

11:07 AgentDerekSteel: I snap the whip, and crack it savagely, a fiery line erupting from the corner of your left pec down to your lower right abs. I tell the class, "Observe the technique. You need to control the force carefully. If you whip to hard, you will flay the skin away, and they could pass out too soon. In addition, you need to visualize your target as being on the other side of them, you want to whip an imaginary plane about a foot behind them. Examine the shade of red here, and here." I slap the burning line running diagonally across your thick, powerful hairy chest. "Understood? Good, you, give it a try." I hand the bull whip off to an eager student.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I look at Derek in a lot of pain as I shake my head slightly. "That's a problem," I say through the pain. "Because they don't look like they're very good at controlling themselves. They look in fact like they want to cause too much pain, which will knock me out far quicker. You haven't actually got very good people.. have you."

11:07 AgentDerekSteel: I laugh, "These are just the new recruits, fucker. If you haven't realized it yet..."

11:07 AgentDerekSteel: The student, naturally whips way to hard, and the whip slices a savage line across your abs, indeed flaying some of the skin. "... you are fucking expendable. The only thing you are worth to me now is as a hole to dump my cum and a tool to teach my recruits. If you die, that'll be a shame, cause you you para boys have a nice tight hole, but hey, I'll replace you."

11:07 AgentDerekSteel: I shout at the student, "Not so hard man! Look.." I point at the welt across your hairy abs, "...see those blisters, his skin is gonna start peeling back. It hurts like a son of a bitch, but too much and he'll get knocked out. You don't want to knock him out. Try again!"

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: But maybe that wasn't the way to approach this as I wince. I look at the student. "You're weak anyway.. you're not that good at this."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: Being unconscious was absolutely preferable.

11:07 AgentDerekSteel: I didn't interfere when you made your challenge. Despite everything, I still had a great deal of respect for the big-balled, tough as nails para.

11:07 AgentDerekSteel: The student was definitely riled up by the challenge. He pulled back, fury in his features, and snapped the whip wildly.

11:07 AgentDerekSteel: CRACKKKKKk...

11:07 AgentDerekSteel: I winced... OH FUCK.

11:07 AgentDerekSteel: The tip of the whip had scored a savage red line across your low hanging balls. Some blood was dripping on the floor beneath you. You had gotten your wish though, it looks like you were knocked the fuck out cold.

11:07 AgentDerekSteel: I sighed, well that was it for today's class. "All right, that's it for today. Now, you, you and you." I pointed to three students. "You have each achieved one of the training milestones today. As promised, you are entitled to fuck rights or a cash bonus. Which will it be?" It turned out that of the three, one was totally into men, and the other two were bi, and all three elected for fuck rights, since none of the students were allowed any other sexual outlet during the training. They started to crowd around you, beginning to whip their dicks out, pushing and shoving to be the first to plug your fuck hole. I called out over my shoulder, "Oh, and if any of you manage to get him to blow his load, that's an extra free fuck session with him."

11:07 AgentDerekSteel: As I left my students to their prize, I called out, "Oh, and feel free to work him over if you want, but nothing permanent. I need him more or less intact." Then I left, headed to my office to take care of paperwork and knock back some vodka. I'd earned it today. Oh yes I had.

11:07 Steve: The three students, Steve, Rick, and Mike all crowded around your knocked out body as it hung from the X frame. Steve, tall, hairy, hard muscled, got there first, but it turned out he wasn't interested in fucking you, at least not at first. He circled around to your front. He was a sadistic mother fucker, and he got off on inflicting pain. His first move is to wake you up with a savage backhand to your hard, ginger-bearded jaw.

11:07 Rick: Rick though, wanted that ass, and wanted it bad. He crowded in front of Mike and wasted no time whipping his steel-hard 9" piece of man meat out, and spreading your ass with his hands, he proceeds to drive his steel-hard cock up your ass, already loosened by my own fuck sessions with you, he drives in deep and hard with a sigh of delight.

11:07 Mike: Pissed at losing first dibs on your ass, Mike circles around to your front, next to Steve. After Steve slaps you, Mike takes out his frustration on you, pulling back his stone-hard fist, and slamming it deep into your unflexed abs with every ounce of hardened muscle he has, and he has quite a fucking lot. His fist lands directly over one of the red, bleeding bullwhip lashes running down your muscled, furry abs.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: Aaron awoke shocked from the blissful release of unconsciousness with a fire in his balls from the whip and he moaned in pain involuntarily.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I looked straight at Steve’s face and spat on the floor some deep red blood, that wasn’t good, was likely to be some internal bleeding. “Hi Faggot Number 1. That as hard as you can fucking hit. No wonder you’re a hired goon rather than the boss,” but the bravado is masking a hell of a lot of pain.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: He moaned a lot more a few seconds later as Rick slammed his massive piece of meat in him. Derek had fucked him yesterday. And he was still in pain from that. While he’d been fucked a few times, and had often wondered if the hot NYPD officer he’d met a couple of times would do the same to him. Normally he was top and was not used to this style of fucking, especially not this rough with two massive cocks. Rick was bigger he swore than Derek had been and he tried to clench his ass shut but he couldn’t. “Fucking hell boy, you should be the one in charge around here with that fucking cock.”

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: Divide and Seperate.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: But then the last of the three slams his muscled fist into my abs and the wind is knocked out of me and worse pushes me back onto Rick’s cock harder. I snarl at the guy. “FUCKING LET ME DOWN AND LET ME FIGHT YOU LIKE A FUCKING MAN YOU FUCKING COWARD.”

11:07 Steve: Steve's eyes flashed fire as you insulted him, and suddenly the tall, hard, muscled hairy bastard roared in rage, he pulled back his right fist, holding your head with his left, and every muscle in his frame seemed to flex and contract from blind rage. He lets loose on your jaw with sickening force, there is a loud CRACKKKKKKKKKK as the sound of your jaw breaking echos off the walls. He snarls, as he shakes out his aching knuckles, "YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT... LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!! " The other two look at Steve, eyes wide... Derek had said nothing permanent. FUCK. Well, nothing for it now.

11:07 Rick: Rick drove his cock in full and deep, "FUCK yes, you para bastard, I'll be the man in charge some day, mark my words." Then, he wraps his arms around your ribs, his hard muscles flexing as he sought to drive your back into his cock. He grunts, "Again Mike, when you punched his gut last time, it was fucking magic. Do it for me, then, when it's your turn, I'll do it for you."

11:07 Mike: Grinning, Mike nods, that sounded fair. Besides, they were probably all in deep shit from Derek when he found out about Aaron's broken jaw, so no point holding back now. He looks up at you, "NAH, You get to stay right were you fucking are, mate. Worth more than my life to let you out. Besides, I don't wanna fight just now. Too fucking horny. Want your ass. The harder I hit you now, the sooner I get Rick off and get my chance at your hole."

11:07 Steve: He steps back as Steve, steps to the side, shaking out his fist, then as though he were working the speed bag, starts firing off a rapid, brutal, relentless stream of heavy rights and lefts, each one exploding into your hard-muscled core like an armour-piercing missile. Rick starts screaming in ecstasy as the blows drive his cock absolutely wild. His grip around your ribs tightens to an awesome level of force as the horny soldier suddenly blows, filling your ass with his thick, rich cum. Some of it starts leaking back out, there is so fucking much of it, mixed in with some blood.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: The former para’s head slammed backward. “He’s not going to like that,” he said wincing. His jaw hurting. On fire. He moaned in pain. Fuck. He couldn’t take much more of this. He was still in shape even after some time in the police force. But he was being worn down.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: He felt Rick cumming inside him but it was getting more painful by the minute he already had internal injuries and was close to blacking out again.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: He figured he had nothing to lose. He felt the manacle on his right hand and slowly adjusted his thumb putting his fingers around it.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: When Mike slammed into him and Rick shot inside him he yanked his thumb down and to the right dislocating it. The Yelp of genuine pain running through him was masked by his ribs being at breaking point and the fact he wanted to kill the guy raping him.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: He was a good police officer. But he was still a former para. And he wasn’t going to stand by and let this happen.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: With his thumb dislocated he moved it inward and pulled his wrist down from the manacles freeing it. He stared at Mike and quickly brought his hand around and jabbed two fingers into Mike’s eyes as he was cumming.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: It didn’t help him much. Three limbs were still attached but he wasn’t going to die quietly.

11:07 Mike: Mike kept his fists slamming into your core as Rick shot his load, suddenly, Mike screams, holding his eyes, backing off as you suddenly yank your hand free by dislocating your thumb. Steve watches in shock and not a little bit of awe as you suddenly get free. Rick pulls his dick out of your ass, and looks stunned as he sees your hand free.

11:07 Steve: Steve reacts first, his face snarling, you "You mother fucking cock sucking cunt of a bastard." He reaches out with both hands and seizes your right wrist. Rick spoke up, uncertainly, "Maybe we should get Derek..."

11:07 Steve: Steve snarls as Mike collapses, holding his eyes and moaning. "I can handle this fucker, I'll teach him." With a twist, the hard, hairy muscled bastard forces your the palm of your hand to face the ceiling, locking your right arm out at the elbow. He's a strong fucker, and he gets off on hurting men. The tougher, the better. He spits up into your face, "You are gonna pay for what you did to Mike. Rick, work his ribs, I'm gonna break his fucking fingers."

11:07 Steve: His left hand grips your fingers, he starts exerting his full strength, pushing your fingers backwards. His dick gets noticeably hard in his trousers as the pain and agony starts building in your fingers. Then, with a look of sick, twisted pleasure on his face, his whole body flexes, and there is another CRACKKKKKKKKKK as the sick fucker breaks your fingers, a sickening injury.

11:07 Rick: Meanwhile, Rick stands off to your left, and grimly goes along with Steve's plan, and starts firing off a hard series of lefts and rights into your ribs, each blow driven in with considerable force and muscle, looking to fuck you up royally.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: To be fair I hadn’t much of a plan apart from injuring Mike for doing what he’d been doing. It hadn’t even been like when Derek had fucked him. That had been painful and brutal but he’d been working my cock as well. And after not having sex for a while that had been, while not consensual, at least vaguely two equals. This instead was brutal, painful, and my own cock was soft as anything right now.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I grinned as Mike falls to the floor but my pleasure is incredibly short lived as Steve takes my fingers on my already injured hand and there is a stomach churning feeling as I feel the fingers bending backwards and then breaking.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I can’t help but cry out loudly in pain, against all my training as a para, this is too much pain to be able to grit my teeth against.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: My body goes limp which is good because it does absorb some more of the rib punishment but I know I’m not likely to get out of this as my arm fell painfully to one side.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: “Wankers…” I say spitting out blood and my head fell backwards slightly. Starting to black out.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I make my way across the base, gritting my teeth as my back screamed at me to give it a fucking rest. I looked down, and my crotch was damp with piss and blood. Then, ahead of me a group of men laughing with each other walked towards me. I moved to the other side of the path, and growling, forced myself to walk normally, acting like I belonged here, trusting to the dark shadows to keep me anonymous.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: The group didn't even look at me as they joked with each other, I could hear one of them speaking as I passed, "Yeah, and then Craig snapped the whip, but missed... it hit the Para's fucking ball sack, you should have seen the blood..." I stiffened, but kept walking. There, building 9.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I walk up to the door, open it. The rooms were labeled, "A", then, there "B". Suddenly, there was a loud scream of pain from the room. Carefully, I opened the door and looked in. There was Aaron, hanging from an X frame by one hand, surrounded by two men. One of them was pounding on his ribs. His hard-muscled body was covered in vicious welts, his face was bloody, and blood was leaking out of his jaw. Some of it was pretty dark, signifying internal injuries. It looked pretty fucked. I could see the ground behind Aaron, and stiffened again, there was a puddle of white goo mixed with red. He'd been raped. Both men had their backs to me, and the tallest one dropped Aaron's hands.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: My stomach churned as I looked at his fingers dangling awkardly. That had been the scream. I caught Aaron's gaze, and the shock of recognition passed between us. I felt a mixture of emotions washing through me, a white hot fury to see my bro being used as a human fuck toy and punching bag. And a deep surge of hard, fierce love for this man. A realization that no matter the distance between us, our bond was just as strong as ever.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I crept forward silent, my right hand pulling out my Glock, fitted with a silencer, my other hand grabbing my combat knife. Suddenly, the tall one who'd broken Aaron's fingers reached down to pull out a knife, and stuck it down near Aaron's bloody balls. I clearly heard him say, "I'm gonna cut your fucking nuts off and let you bleed to death, then I'm gonna keep 'em as a trophy." I saw white at the point, and for the first time I can remember in a combat situation, I lost it.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: When my senses returned, Aaron's ginger face and chest were painted with the tall dude's brains with my Glock pointed at his collapsing body and the throat of the one who had been using you as a punching bag was cut open, end to end, my blade dripping his blood. Both men fell twitching. Another man was moaning covering his eyes. Casually, I turned my silenced Glock to him, and put a bullet in his head.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I rush up, holstering my glock, wiping my blade, and putting it back on my belt. I take out my lock picking kit, and quickly undo the locks on your remaining three manacles. Easing you down in my arms to rest on the floor. Almost choked up, I whisper, "Fuck me Aaron, don't you go and die on me, not after all the trouble I went through to find you." I wipe some blood away from your mouth, and ask "Can you walk? We need to get the fuck out of here now."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: It was strange... I wasn't sure it was actually quite real, I was covered in blood, but it wasn't mine.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I looked up, and David was there, it had been a couple of months since we'd last texted, work had been busy in London, and you could never tell where David was, or what he was doing at any one time, the stupid big lug was always off somewhere doing something for the US Military and he was a nightmare to get hold of, plus texting him cost a fortune when he was in another country.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "Armstrong?" I look up and he doesn't look brilliant either. "You look like crap, Ranger." Which was the upmost level of hypocracy, and with the jaw dislocated I couldn't even smile probably as I put my one working arm around his shoulder. "Cupboard... far side... I will be fucked before I leave my fucking uniform here and walk out fucking naked."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I lean down and take your knife off your belt and put it in my working hand. "I'll borrow this... in case I need to protect you..." I say before throwing up some more blood. "Fuck..."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "Help... yeah... thank you...."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "Thank you later... lets go..." He stepped forward and his knees nearly bucked. "I'm fucked up, mate, sorry..."

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: My mouth splits into a wide grin as you tell me I look like crap. I look down at my crotch, at the bloody piss stain soaking through my camo, yeah, that was not good. I bet my jaw was not looking pretty either. I reached up and wiped some blood off my chin.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: But I was ready for the olympics, compared to you. "If that ain't the pot calling the kettle black, you fucking bastard." You nick my knife, and I shake my head, you never were all that concerned about whose shit was whose where we were concerned. I toss you the spare glock, the one I nicked from that soldier I knocked out as well. You throw up some blood, and my guts clench with fear and concern.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: But, first things first, I stand up, and wincing in pain as my back screamed at me, I walked over to the cupboard, and retrieved your PC uniform. You are muttering about thanking me later, then you step forward and nearly fall on your ass. I grunt, and hand you your uniform, as I help you put the trousers and shirt on, fasten your boots, I speak up firmly, "Damn right you are fucked up, mate. You aren't walking out of here, Aaron. hey broke shit inside you. "

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I don't give you the option or the choice, I simply squat, and heave your now uniformed, hard ginger-muscled body over my shoulders in a fireman's carry. My thick, battle-trained quads tremble as I stand up. My back screams bloody murder, and my face goes white as pain from my savaged back knifes through me core, but this is Aaron. For him, I can move the fucking world.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I get stable, then turn, and start to hoof it out of the base, it's late now, and I avoid the few patrols. My back is hurting worse and worse the futher I carry you, but I grimly ignore it. I look down once, and realize that stain has grown. I'm pissing more blood, and feeling like I want to puke. But that's my problem, not yours. I need to get you to a doc.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: But that's gonna have to wait till we cross the Finnish border. I maneuver us through the hole I cut in the fence, and hike about a mile. Towards the end, my legs are faltering every other step, and a few times I nearly collapse and dump us both, but somehow, I manage. My back is pure liquid fire, and I'm trembling now. I do have to puke once, but not much comes up. And somehow, I keep you on my shoulders as I do. To make it worse, the entire time I've got to check my tracks. I have to keep from leaving a trail so Derek's goons can't chase us. I focus hard, choosing each step carefully, selecting rocks or hard ground when I can, and if I can't, brushing out my tracks with a branch I'd found some time back. The entire time, I feel weaker and weaker, just wanting to curl up in a ball and die. But that wasn't an option, so I pushed the pain aside. Aaron needed me. I wouldn't let him down, no matter the fuck what.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Finally, I reach a small dugout I created as I was scouting Derek's base, and I lay you down carefully. Just in time. I practically collapse next to you, gasping out, "You got ... hold out... just one more night bro... assuming Derek's goons don't find us, we'll be across the Finnish border tomorrow morning, early. The Finns have a small military watchpost not far, and from there we'll be safe. Can you hold out that long?" I reach out, unconciously with my right hand, and grab your left, my fingers finding your hand and giving it a squeeze. I grin at you, "When this is all over mate, you owe me big time.... you got no idea how much I missed you, you big, red bastard... Then you can tell me why the fuck you let that sick, twisted piece of shit get his hands on you."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: Aaron was barely conscious for most of the journey and yet I manage to keep the glock in my hand the entire way. Somehow still alert.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I lay down in the dugout. “I can,” I say quietly. “I used to be a para. Do you think being a cop made me soft. Fucking American.”

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I close my eyes and took some laboured breaths, “There was an explosion at my police station. I chased him. He’s a tough bastard.”

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: “I didn’t think anyone was coming after me. Fuck you don’t know what I’ve fucking been through.” I feel your hand touching mine and I wince heavily. “Dislocated thumb. Four broken fingers”

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I open my eyes and smile and move my other working hand over and grabbed your hand off mine and brought it to my lips. “That’s why you’re a fucking good friend, David.” And I kiss your hand with obvious affection before closing my eyes and ruining it with…

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: “Even if you’re a Ranger,” but the smile on my face gives away the joke.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I lay back and listened, in so much pain that I don't think I'd know what to do if it stopped. I chuckled as you gave me shit. But that was you, that was my bro Aaron, giving me shit for being a sub-par ranger. In his eyes, the only true special forces were paras. I carefully caressed your broken fingers, swearing that Derek would pay for each broken finger ten times over.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: You lift my fingers to your lips with your left hand and give them a kiss. Such tenderness .... from Aaron?? Who the fuck switched him out for an alien? Then the hammer falls, as I knew it would. I chuckle, turning to look you, reaching out with my other hand to brush your red hair back, "Yeah well, looks like this Para needed a US Ranger to save his fucking bacon from a Royal Marine. You ever gonna live the shame of that down?"

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I lean over and kiss your scruffy cheek, right over a spot of crusted blood. "We'll get you back and all fixed up bro, then you and I need to talk some shit over." I settle into the dug out, and reach over carefully pulling your hard-bodied battle-damaged para muscle on top of me, settling you in to lay across my broad, steel-cut pecs, arranging you to use the thick pecs as a pillow, kissing the top of your head again. "Try to get some sleep, Aaron."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: “Yeah. We never mention this to my friends or colleagues, or anyone,” I say with my eyes closed. “Beaten and raped by a Royal Marine, then rescued by a US Ranger. One of those two things is Much much worse.”

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I don’t complain as I’m moved into position. “We can talk through what you want,” I say tiredly. “They fucking hurt you as well. What you went through for me. We will get some revenge. I promise.”

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: “Fuck you’re hot. You know that,” as the pain starts to overwhelm me into sleep. “I don’t think I’ve told you that before. And I can always say it’s just the pain talking.”

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I wince slightly as I adjust myself so I’m not on my ass so much which was in a lot of pain. “Thanks for coming… I’ll repay you.”

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: And then the lights go out. Asleep or unconscious. It’s maybe a little of both right now. The adrenaline has gone and all there is, for the first time in a while, is a feeling of safety.”

NEW YORK CITY, 1 MONTH LATER

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I knocked on your door in the hotel room the British embassy had arranged for him, then before he could answer, I let myself in. You had just gotten out of the hospital yesterday. For a while there, it was touch and go. He'd had some pretty bad internal injuries, and they'd gone untreated for nearly a day before we managed to reach that Finnish watchpost. And even then, the Finns only had a basic medic. You had never really properly woken up the next morning, in that dugout, and my own kidney damage had nearly paralyzed me. But I was fucking determined not to lose you, and made the final trek in utter agony, every step made me want to vomit. But I WAS NOT GOING TO lose you. No fucking way. I'd collapsed just within the perimeter of the Finnish watchpost.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Delerious, I tried to explain things to the CO there, and somehow, I must have gotten through. They gave both of us some basic treatment, then turned us over to the Americans. We were airlifted to New York, where we both finally got the treatment we needed. But you were in much worse shape than me. The first few weeks were touch and go, and I was sick with fear. After I was recovered enough to get out of bed, I glued myself to your bedside, waiting for you to heal enough for the docs to lift you out of the medically imposed coma they had you in. They were all giving me their fucking weasel words when I asked if you were going to make a full recovery.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: But, being the Para you are, you pulled through. The docs were clearly surprised, but eventually you'd recovered enough where they stated firmly you would make a full and complete recovery. You were due to be repatriated tomorrow, and this would be my last chance to see you, in private, without doctors and nurses scuttling around, before you went back to the UK.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Facing the idea of being seperated from you again was really causing my guts to do somersaults. I let myself in, and stood there, looking at you, up and down, with a grin splitting my face. "Well fuck, I guess all that bullshit you are always spouting about Para's being the toughest mother fuckers around might have a grain of truth to it. But you still got your ass beat and raped by a Royal Marine and rescued by a Ranger." I was wearing my dress uniform today, and I tipped my beret at you with a cheeky grin.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: My face turned more serious, and I stepped up to you, reached out my hand and grabbed your left bicep, giving it a good squeeze, "Fuck, it's good to see you up and around again, bro."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I'm wearing a grey T-Shirt and Jeans today, mainly since I'm off duty and my actual uniform was damaged during the fighting, as well as being off on medical leave for a bit.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I've got a small bit of a limp still, but that'll go away with time.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I smile as you come in. "Damn you look good... are you getting another medal," as I look at your chest and the medals on it, smiling I run my hand through the short ginger hair on my head and starting pointing at the medals.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "Excellence in making coffee, Boot shining 1st class, 2 days without alcohol medal," and he moved his hand over to the guy's chest and pressed it, where there's an empty space. "Saving my life."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I look up at you genuinely. "I'm very greatful for everything you did. I'm under no illusion that I'd have been fucking dead if you hadn't gotten there."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "Going back to London tomorrow, hopefully they'll be able to find me a new police station after the last one is a bit... you know... blown up."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I haven't moved my hand yet from your chest. "You being assigned somewhere foreign now you've recovered?"

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I can tell right away that you are in good mood today. You give me that smile that was always able to make me just a bit weak at the knees. Part total British hard man, part cheeky bastard, and part sincerity. As you plant your hand on my chest, you can feel the hard, solid thick-muscled pecs beneath it, and also the sudden elevation of my heart beat.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I laugh at your corny joke, then I swallow, my face getting flushed. But my grin never falters. And my hand doesn't leave your bicep, feeling that hard muscle beneath my grip.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: "Remember Afghanistan? You saved my life. I'm just returning the favor."

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I nod as you finish, "I wouldn't be surprised if you got promoted Aaron. We both know you are too fucking good to stay a PC. And, as for myself, well, I've been given two options.... The first one has me posted to North Africa, for some covert counter-terrorism campaigns. The other option, has me posted..." I pause then reach up with my left and grab your hand as it rests against my chest. My fingers slowly start to weave their way into your grip.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: My other arm finally releases your bicep, and wraps around your back, pulling you up against me. My crotch slams into yours, and my cock is rapidly turning harder than a railroad spike. "... and the other has me posted to the US Embassy in London for a tour there, as a military attache. I'd be advising MI6's counter-Syndicate operations based on my own experiences. It would be a chance to start giving Derek Steel some payback... and, it would put me in your back yard."

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I swallow and lean in closer, my forehead against yours. "That's one of the things I wanted to talk to you about.... wondering how much you'd mind having a sub-par US Army Ranger like me in your backyard, soldier..."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "I would hate to have a sub-par army ranger in my back yard," I say with my forehead next to yours. "But you're not a sub-par army ranger... you'd be a sub-par Para... but you're a good army ranger."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I move my hand down to your waist as I feel your cock next to me. "I want payback, I've made that clear haven't I..." My own cock is hard in my jeans. "I've made it clear exactly what I want to happen to him."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "I don't mind you being in London, I could show you around, we could have a few beers.. as friends do..." my breathing is slightly heavier now. "Plus I could make sure you're not getting into any trouble."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: My hand moves to your cock, rubbing it slightly through your uniform. "You look good in your dress uniform, Lieutenant."

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: My grin goes wider and wider as you keep talking. My cock twitches as you run your hand down there. I pull you in closer to me, and swallow a few more times as I stare deep into your eyes, your scruffy ginger beard scratching my face.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I grunt back at you, "Well, I guess I know which posting I'm gonna choose... And you Aaron... you look fucking amazing in your uniform, and passably hot in civvies... " I wink at you, then continue, "That just leaves one small matter... the matter of payback."

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: My hand clenches tight on your ass, and I heave your ginger muscle up off the floor, step forward, and throw you down on top of the bed. I crawl on top of you, squeezing your hand with a hard firm surge of lust-powered strength, tilt my head, open my mouth, and dive into your mouth, my tongue exploring you as I start to kiss you hard and deep, your ginger beard scratching my face as I get aggressive. I grind my crotch into yours, starting to sweat a bit in my uniform, my balls are boiling, aching for you.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I grab the back of your neck and pull you in even tighter as I kiss you roughly putting my legs around the back of your trousers, locking you in front of me, as I breathlessly kiss you.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: My other hand is wasting no time as it leans down to the zip in your trousers and pulls it down running my hand inside your trousers and grabbing your larger than expected cock.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I continue to kiss you harder, I'm not gentle, but this is more than just giving you a good present for your help, this is removing the memory of Derek and his goons from me.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I slide my hands under your t-shirt as I kiss you hard and rough. My hands feel the thick ridges and hard-cut lines of your powerful body, I break off the kiss long enough to pull your shirt off over your head, as your hand seizes my thick, throbbing cock, about 10 inches, beer-can thick, and leaking like a sieve.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Your legs have me locked up tight, wrapped around my waist. I love the feel of the power and pressure from your hard, thick quds. My hands now play at will over your bare chest, feeling the ginger fur covering your muscles, using my strength, not holding back, digging my fingers deep into your thick beefy pecs, feeling that strength.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I break off my kiss for a moment, our lips are bruised from the pressure, and I stare into your eyes. Breathing heavy, I'm mindful of how Derek and his goons raped you and I want to know what you need... "Tell me what you need bro... Want me to fuck you? Or do you need to fuck me? Today... this is about you, Aaron."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "Honestly," I say as I look up at you and slide my spare hand behind your head, careful to not knock your beret off yet. "You'd be one of the few people in the world I'd let fuck me. It's not a thing I would do lightly."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I lean around and roughly kiss your neck, the ginger stubble brushing heavily across the line of your shirt.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "But I don't think I can do that, not yet, Doctors says that it'll need a bit more healing that after what happened."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "So I'm going to have to fuck you... I remember the first time I met you in Afghanistan... the time when you annoyed me to fuck and I didn't want you anywhere near me.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "I did think you were fucking hot though, I did imagine fucking you a few times, back then, never said anything of course... You are fucking hot in your dress uniform. I'd love to fucking look up at you like that, leaving it all on, imagining I was in my uniform back in Afghanistan fucking the annoying fucking Lieutenant with the fucking huge muscles."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I lean back and smile. "But instead I'm going to have to show you how to fuck properly I suppose."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: The hand around your cock starts moving it up and down slowly. "I need you, mate. I wish you could be inside my with this, not like what happened... not like what I went through."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "Instead, I'm going to fuck the hell out of you and make you beg for more, Ranger." I grin at you.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I grin, as you bring back memories of how we met in Afghanistan.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I shudder at how good it feels as you kiss my neck, grinding your stubble into me, and as you speak you stroke my hard shaft with a firm, competent grip.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I replied, "I remember that first time we met as though it were yesterday. I was instantly struck by how ruggedly, strikingly handsome you were with that scruffy ginger beard, kitted out in your full battle gear, body armour, lugging that heavy assault rifle with a competent ease, covered in grime and dust. You carried yourself like a proper soldier. That was when I fell for you. I knew I not only wanted you to have my back, I wanted you inside me. Not that I'd mind being in you, that was also hot as fuck, but... like you man, there are not many people I'd let inside me. You are on that very short list.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: So go on then. Show me how a Para fucks an Army Ranger in full dress uniform. I'll take notes, and point out your mistakes as I'm fucking your brains out, once you finally heal enough to let me inside you." I wink.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I smile as I slowly undo your belt as I continue looking at you. "You should wear this in London once, trust me, I'll make that one worth your while. Besides I'll be back in my uniform by then, and mine comes with handcuffs for when an army Ranger is bad."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I open your belt completely pulling the trousers and underwear down slightly so it lets your cock out so I can play with it as I'm looking at you. "Take my jeans off... then see if you like what you see."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I smile as I continue jerking on your cock looking at you. "I'm glad you're coming to London, was worried I was going to not see you again." I squeeze the cock hard for a second. "Your five inches here won't make any mistakes you say," laughing as I stroke double that keeping it nice and hard.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I sit up, straddling your bare chest as my hands run down to your jeans, playing with your body hair on the way. I'm already one step ahead of you, working your jeans off as you expose my cock and balls, raging hard and leaking it.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: "You want me in my dress uniform? Or my battle gear.... I think I'd prefer my battle gear if you are gonna be using your cuffs. A soldier's got a right to defend himself ... with a military-grade taser." I chuckle.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I shudder with pleasure as my hands pull your jeans down, giving me access to your manhood and your crown jewels. I start to work your shaft, hocking in the back of my throat, then spitting on your cock to lube it up a bit. You can tell by the look in my eyes that I very much like what I see.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I stare into your face, working your cock listening to you, watching your smile and your cock at the same time, stroking it, getting a full rise out of it.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: "You know Aaron, when I texted you, and you didn't respond, I don't think you realize how sick I felt. When I found out you'd vanished, and then that Derek Steel was involved..." I shudder. "It made me think about a lot of shit. My reaction, it forced me to realize just how much you mean to me."

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I roll my eyes at your "five inch" comment as you squeeze my cock. "So now the dick measuring contest begins, does it?" I grin down at you, leaning down to kiss you, hungrily, before sitting up again, each of us stroking one another's cocks to a hard full length.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I put my dick next to yours showing you your is indeed bigger, but I smile. "At least no-one has complained about my eight inches.... I bet your boyfriends complain a lot that you are way too big... you need to think about a reduction!"

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I sit up slightly, putting my arms around you and turning sharply so that we end up swapping positions on the bed, now I'm on top of you, but still looking directly at you, as I slowly work your trousers down a bit further.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I sit back slightly and then lean down and take your cock in my mouth, not gagging at all, despite it's length, taking in as much of it as I can as I get it wet and making sure it's not going to be getting soft any time soon. It's a good couple of minutes before I sit back up and look at you.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "You mean a lot to me as well."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "But I'm not going to fuck you gently because of it... not my style..." I smile and lean down and kiss you roughly pushing you back into the pillows on the bed.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I laugh, "As long as you know to use your 8 inches, I'm fucking certain I won't be complaining. And when it's your turn to take my 10 inches, I hope like hell to make you squeal."

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: You switch positions deftly, staring down at me, my beret still cocked over my head. I look up at you, smiling. You swallow my cock, and I gasp, shivering as your warm mouth takes in my shaft in one go. My hands grab the backs of your shoulders, squeezing your muscled delts and gasping as you get me rock hard.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I can't help but laugh when you finish with my cock, and stare down at me, smiling and going on about not being gentle. "Do I look like a man who likes it gentle, bro? I can take everything you dish out, and more. Bring it. I want it. I want you. I want you inside me." Then I lose myself in your rough, hard kiss, my hands holding the back of your head, running through your ginger hair.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I don't stop kissing as I move your trousers down a bit more and slide my cock under your balls, my chest pressing against the cold metal of your medals as I lock my legs around you again, slowly sliding my cock right up against your ass. I don't stop kissing you still, and I buck my hips forward sliding my slightly wet cock straight in, keeping my leverage by holding my legs behind yours and I start fucking you roughly, as I don't let up from the kiss, my lips never leaving yours, only a slight increase in my rate of breathing.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: My hands positioned next to your head, my stubble rubbing against your face as my ginger balls slide right next to yours, the only let up in the hard rough kissing is to say quietly. "I know what I'm doing with it.. trust me."

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I feel your weight pressing down on top of me, and it feels solid and reassuring, as you move your cock into position against my ass, my dress trousers now shoved well out of the way. My body shudders as you drive your cock in, locking me in place with your legs wedged in behind mine.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Your kiss is rough, hard, and driving me crazy. I'm lifting my head, driving my mouth into yours hungrilly, greedily. The sensation of your manhood penetrating me to my very core brings with it an intensity, part pain, part pleasure, and all of it exquisite, that has me shuddering and trembling.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: You are not being gentle, and I'm not resisting you in the slightest as you take my Ranger ass with the same competence, dominance and skill you bring to everything you do. This is every bit as incredible as I'd always thought it would be.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: When you break off your kiss to tell me to trust you, I gasp out, "Fuck Aaron... I trust you with my life. You got this. You got me." The feel of your balls rubbing against mine, and your stubble against my face adds fuel to the fire for my growing lust.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I continue, only getting rougher as I slam down into you now that I'm no longer kissing you, grunting a lot more loudly, but it's still passion, one hand going to your cock and starting to jerk it hard.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "I don't know how long I'll be able to last, this is the first time I've done anything since Europe," I grunt in between breaths as I slam your ass hard enough that the bed frame creaked its annoyance out.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "You can trust me with your life," I say as I slam in hard, time after time, my face showing how close I'm to cumming. "Only one thing you can't trust me with," I say as my face now showing how much I'm trying to hold off cumming.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: You slam your cock rough and hard, owning my Ranger ass, reaming it royally. I grunt and gasp, you are nailing my prostate, and your hand is jerking my shaft. My balls are starting to boil. Staring up into your handsome face is only causing my lust to build that much faster.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Of course, the way you are fucking me hurts like a son of a bitch, but the pain is part of the experience, and adds to my lust, rather than detracting from it.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I can feel how close you are to cumming not only by your face, but by the tension and tempo of your rough fucking. "I gasp.... what's that one thing... bro.... and oh FUCK... I'm gonna cummm..." You have worked me right to the edge, and a slow tingling starts to build in my toes, the sign of an imminent explosion, and this one is gonna be a fucking barn-burner. I haven't unloaded since I left to rescue you.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "You can't trust...."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I continue fucking... "Fuck... fuck... I'm gonna fucking...." and I can feel your own cock about to shoot, and as I can't stop it any more, and as the cum builds up and is right about to leave me, I pull my cock out and lean back, standing up slightly, and my cum leaves me and a two week long load sprays all over your pristine dress uniform.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I'm still breathing heavily as I say, "Can't trust me with your uniform... fuck it looks better with me all over it."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I am smiling from ear to ear as I look at you , never letting up on your cock though, and as that begins to shoot, I also angle your cock straight at your own uniform.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Suddenly, as you fuck me rough and without mercy, both of us on the edge of a major eruption, you pull out of me. I've fallen over the edge now, and my own balls are starting to pulse, my cum is rising. Every nerve in my body is on fire.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I look up at you, as I try to angle my cum off to the side to spare my dress uniform, you have a firm hold on my cock, and my eyes go wide as you stand up over me, holding your cock and spraying a whole month's worth of pent up jizz all over my uniform. Then you tell me exactly how I can't trust you... I grunt, "FUCKER...."

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: Then, unable to stop, and not really wanting to, my own balls erupt like a fire hydrant, shooting a huge fountain of cum to join yours, the white, sticky spluge soaking into my uniform top.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: I lift my head, feeling breathless and dizzy from one of the most toe-tingling orgasms I've had in ages. My ass is fucking sore as hell, but it was worth it. I look up at you kneeling over, then, suddenly I laugh, sit up, and pull you down, driving your bare chest right onto my uniform, using your body as a towel. I growl, in between my laughs, "If that... hadn't been... one of the HOTTEST fucks I've ever had... I'd be charging you for the dry cleaning bill..."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I collapse down on top of you and laugh as I kiss you hard again before looking at you. "I couldn't resist."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "But had you been a para, you'd have always been on top and in control of where you cum."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I kiss you again slower this time. "I'll see you in London then... text me when you get there. I'll show you around. But keep me appraised of what you're doing with Derek."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "I don't want to find you end up dead... right..."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: "Now get out of my fucking room, you look a state, Lieutenant."

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: You kiss me, then I laugh, as you give me your lame excuse.

10:22 Lieutenant_David_Armstrong: We kiss again, and I'm hungry for more, despite having just emptied my balls, but there will be London soon enough. I get up, and grin, "I'll keep you apprised of Derek. And it's you... I'm worried about. He doesn't know about me, but you are on his radar, Aaron. He's a twisted fucker, and might just hunt you down to finish what he started. Luckily, I'll be at hand in London to keep an eye out for you. Now, before I get out of your fucking room, give me one of your t-shirts. I'm not about to go prancing around New York with your fucking jizz staining my uniform."

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I smile and think about making an excuse why I didn't have a spare, but it's only a brief thought, there was a huge difference between being cruel and ribbing a friend.

12:15 PC_Aaron_Mitchell: I go to a drawer and pull out an identical grey t shirt and toss it over. "See you in London, David."

Published: 2021-06-23, viewed 95 times.