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This story takes place at the same time as Saving Kyle

12:22 AgentDerekSteel: I strode through the non-descript warehouse on the outskirts of Chicago, my current base of operations. It changed frequently, I had a policy of never staying in one place too long. Too dangerous. And especially after the recent murder of Officer Jason Frank, this place had outlived it’s usefulness. I think my next base of operations would be across the pond, back to my roots. A lot of the action unfolding these days was happening over there, so it was about time. Besides, Chicago was too fucking cold in the winter, and too hot in the summer. Right now, it was the middle of January, my fucking tits were nearly frozen. Definitely time to move on.

12:22 AgentDerekSteel: I’d just received the latest contract from the Syndicate, and after looking it over, I’d come to a decision. Tommy was ready for this. After his spectacular takedown of the nosy Officer Jason Frank, I’d been training him intensively. He soaked up the knowledge and training like a sponge, you only had to show the kid something once, and he never made the same mistake twice. I was so fucking proud of him. Not to mention, the kid was packing on the muscle like there was no tomorrow. I’d already had to order him two new uniforms since he started training. I saw in him something rare and special. A sense of loyalty and duty, an ability and adaptability that made him my top choice for my number two. The position was currently vacant, but if I was right, it wouldn’t be vacant for long.

12:22 AgentDerekSteel: It was time to present Tommy with his final set of tests. I entered my office, a beat-up looking place, old, dirty, the lighting was shitty, the chairs were ratty. Suited me just fine. I never put much stock in stuff. I put my stock in my men. I sat down, enjoying the warmth of the overheated room, removing my jacket, as the sweat started staining the armpits of my tight muscle-hugging shirt, straining to contain my well-developed, battle-hardened beef, forged in the Royal Marines, and honed from years of mercenary fighting, fulfilling contracts for the Syndicate. I waited, collecting my thoughts, for Tommy to answer the summons I’d sent out.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: It felt like forever since I had started this journey. Away from the mediocrity of my old life and into the dark, dangerous depths of the criminal underworld. An age since I had found Alexei and taken the beating that made him bring me to the Boss himself. Derek Steel, my new father figure. An impressive man and dangerous, and under his tutelage I was becoming dangerous in my own right. I sat on the weight bench in my room of the base that had become my home for the last 6 months. Was it really only 6 months? I look down at myself and see the new muscle, the mass that I am packing on and I smile again. But what a time it had been. We had been quiet for a while now after the death of Jason Frank, Boss said we needed to keep on the DL for now. I glanced over at the hat I had taken from Jason, that I had been allowed to keep and my cock stirred at the memory of his bones breaking and his arse as I fucked him in the alley…….right before I snapped his neck.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: The training I had undergone might have broken me before. But Derek, Boss as I called him, had kept me centred, had kept pushing me to my limits, and then expanding on them. Heck I had never even considered killing before and now I had 1 under my belt and was itching for more. My fighting skills had grown exponentially too. I had been a good boxer, striker before but Boss had worked me on my ground game teaching me BJJ, wrestling and a bunch of other skills. I had learned more about striking, nerve strikes, crippling points on the body. I wonder what the guys I used to hang around with would think of me now. They probably wouldn't know me if they saw me on the street. But I would know some of them…… Boss says we shouldn’t go after personal grudges unless it helps the cause, but we will see. Then a knock at my door “Come in” I holler not even bothering to put a shirt on. One of the underlings, as I called them, popped his head round and got an eyeful. I flexed my pecs at him playfully and got a shocked grin, hmm might be fun to play with this one sometime. He tells me the Boss wants to see me.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: Right away I stand as the guy tells me that the Boss is in his office. I knew the place well. I headed there, making my way through the tunnels and side tunnels that made up this place. Walking past some of the newest recruits training and grinning at what I knew they would be going through. As I reached the office I gathered myself. I wanted this to be the news I had been waiting for. I knock and as I hear a muffled order to come in I step over the threshold and as Boss looks back and raises his eyebrow I realise I came without a shirt. I stand and cockily bounce my pecs and grin.

12:22 AgentDerekSteel: There is a knock at the door, and I call out, “Come in!”, and in walks Tommy. Of course, without his shirt. The little shit had an incredible body, and packed the muscle on with ease. I couldn’t help but respond with my own grin, my cock straining in my trousers as I drank in the sight of all that hard-built muscle and confidence. He’d need every single bit of it.

12:22 AgentDerekSteel: I don’t make any mention of your shirtless state, I don’t need to, as I stand up and walk around the desk, hands clasped behind my back, my eyes drilling into you, walking around you as you stand in the middle of the room, inspecting every inch of the muscle you’ve put on. My cock tells the story, hard and throbbing in my trousers, pre-cum starting to stain the material. I’ve wanted this fucker for a while now, but apart from a bit of playing around in the beginning, I’ve held back. Waiting for him to step into his own. Waiting to see if he would measure up before letting myself go there.

12:22 AgentDerekSteel: After completing my silent inspection, I give a nod, as my cock throbs, then speak. “Not bad. So, let me cut straight to the shit Tommy. Today, I received a new contract from the Syndicate.” I motion at you to take a seat, and walk back behind my desk, sitting down, and leaning my elbows on the edge of the desk, the thick muscled tendons of my forearms snapping into contrast. “This is a very delicate job. The CCS, which you may have heard of, have taken an interest in Northern Ireland lately. This is no doubt because the Syndicate has taken an interest there. They have a long range plan to re-ignite strife in the region as part of their efforts to destabilize the power structure in the British Isles. The CCS has gotten wind of this, and have deployed a small squad of men to Northern Ireland to create a network of informers and ears on the ground to flush out the Syndicate’s operatives. The Syndicate has asked us to put a stop to it. By any means necessary.” I reach into my desk and take out a folder with a picture on it. I slide it over to you.

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12:22 AgentDerekSteel: “This man is agent Matt McKaine, one of the CCS’s most senior operatives, and an expert in setting up covert networks. The Syndicate have learned that he has recently been seen in Belfast, likely he has been there for a few months now. He works fast, and no doubt has already begun to create his network.” I lean back, expressionless, not speaking further for the moment, my eyes glued on you, seeing what you make of my statements so far.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I listen to the Bosses words carefully. Knowing about the CCS from some of the intel files that he has made me study, over and over. Thankfully under his eye I have gotten better at retaining info and not just fighting. I think back to a few of the files about the op in NI too. There is a lot at stake both for the Syndicate and the other crime organizations that rely on us to get this stuff done. The CCS has been a thorn in our side since they came into being a while back and I know have thwarted a few of the larger scale efforts that we have tried. This would go a long way to putting them in their place for a while, and solidifying our hold on the British Isles. Then you slide over the file and as I open it the first thing is that picture.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: “Well Damn Boss if he aint a fine piece of man. Looks tough enough but too pretty to be an agent surely” I chuckle under my breath and I keep reading. Take a few minutes to read the document over and I can feel your eyes boring into me. I know this is a test as much as anything else. “So they have access to data through this network that we can use to find out who and where their operatives are over there, giving us the edge in finding and eliminating them or keeping them in the dark as needed. You want someone to go over there and infiltrate the base and get that data, and maybe even take out the pretty model boy there…….Yes?”

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I look back up at you and I see your eyes hard still. There is something I haven’t picked up on. Something I have missed…...Damn it. Then it hits me. This IS the chance I have been waiting for, The reason for all the training and me getting bigger and better. “You want me to go and get this info and take care of things over there. Boss I am ready. You know I am. I can do this and I wont fuck this up Sir.” I slide the file back across the desk at you and grin once again. “But if I do this, will I have to wear a shirt during the mission?”

12:22 AgentDerekSteel: I sit back, expressionless, observing the gears turning in my young apprentice’s mind. Then, the first penny drops. I wait for it, my expression still unchanging. And then the second penny drops. I grab the file, and smile then. “That’s right Tommy. I want you to take care of this. But let me set a few expectations for you. First, the CCS is NOT Officer Jason Frank. Don’t make the mistake of underestimating them. It is their job to kill men like us. Matt McKaine might look like a model for a line of western clothing, but I guarantee you that he knows 12 different ways to kill you with his belt buckle.”

12:22 AgentDerekSteel: This is hard for me. A part of me is concerned that Tommy has had it too easy so far, that he’s not ready for something as serious as the CCS. But my instincts are telling me that when shit gets real, he will adapt to the hardship and challenge. I could be wrong. He might not come back. But I was giving him the chance to prove himself. Not just to me, but to him. “If you choose to accept this assignment, there is every chance you won’t come back. But, if you do, then I’m prepared to offer you a full commission serving under me, with your own command and responsibilities. I’m prepared to install you as my number two, barring one other condition which we will discuss when you return.”

12:22 AgentDerekSteel: Then, I let the serious drop for just a second, “And we wear as little or as much as we need to get the job done. If you find a way to carry out the mission without your shirt, that’s completely up to you, boy.” The term chosen to deliberately remind you that you haven’t completed this mission yet.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I listen in silence as I see you put on your serious face. You remind me that these CCS men are not to be trifled with. I knew that but the fact that you are not joking around tells me that there is more to them than just dangerous skills, and apparently hotness. I almost choke when you tell me that this Matt guy can kill me 12 ways with his belt buckle, but still you have your serious look on so that wasn’t so much of a joke either. I would have to use all of my skills, every part of what I had learned and more if I wanted to do this. And I NEEDED to do this. I want to show the Boss that he has not trained me in vain, that his decision not to kill me that first night I was brought to him was the right one.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I grin again as you tell me that I can be your number two and it takes my breath away a little. But I see a glimmer of something as you mention the extra condition. Anticipation? Fear? Worry? I can't place it. But then you tell me that I can go shirtless and I laugh out. “Nah Boss I think I will wear one of those wonderful shirts you have made for me. After all they do show off my new size REAL well and if I did go shirtless I would have all the CCS guys following me back to the base like puppies and we don't need that now do we?”

12:22 AgentTomDavis: Then I stand and get very formal. “Commander Steel. Boss. I, Tommy Davis hereby accept this chance and this mission. I swear that I will bring back the info we need and mess any fucker up that tries to stop me. I assume this will be a solo mission for deniability? And if Matt McKaine tries to kill me with his belt buckle. I will show him that I can kill with plenty of other things” I stand there, not quite at attention, but close enough. Waiting on your say so. Hoping that you accept me for this.

12:22 AgentDerekSteel: I lean back, and take in your response. I never doubted it. I stood up and walked around the desk. I stood right in front of you, my eyes flashing, but my face stoic. Then, I show a rare moment of sincerity, and suddenly pull you up against me tight, feeling that tough, brave, hard-built muscle against my body. I kissed you once, tilting your head up with my hand on your chin, my hard, bristling scruff rubbing against your face like sandpaper as I locked my mouth on yours. I broke off the kiss, held your head in both my hands and stared into your eyes “I never doubted you would Tommy. Now, go get yourself kitted out with what you think you will need. I’ll arrange transport for you to Northern Ireland.” I step back, letting you go, and turn away, then almost as an afterthought, throwing it over my shoulder, “Oh, and Tommy, do me a favour. Don’t get yourself killed.”

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I watch you stand and come round the desk, eyes hard and then you pull my head down and I feel your lips on mine. My knees almost buckle at this rare showing of sentiment. It lasts a little while and then you release my chin and I look down at you as you tell me to get kitted out. Then you turn back and tell me not to get killed and I hear the gravity to your words. I salute and head out of your office and head straight to the equipment depot and start to peruse the gear that we have. I look at various handguns, grenades etc but decide to go with the skills I am good at. I pick up various hand to hand weapons, brass knuckles, a solid 6” serrated blade with a finger guard that could be used for hitting, a garroting wire amongst them. I grab a sidearm as well as you never know what may happen but I hopefully won't need it. With that done and stashed in a carryall I head over to the gym to work out some of the pent up nerves and anticipation on a heavy bag. And then the waiting began. Waiting to get underway. Waiting to get the mission, my first solo trip, my real initiation start!!

12:22 Shamus: I got the word from Derek Steel the other day that he was sending someone to check out that sighting we reported a while back, of one of them blokes from our watch list, some big over-muscled American fucker, named Matt McKaine. I’m too busy gathering the lads, training them up, overseeing the gun shipments, to have time to bother with chasing him down. They want him so bad, then they can send some fucker to take care of him themselves. I don’t take shit from anyone. Seems like that’s exactly what they gone did. Derek will handle it, they told me. Fine. Let him deal with it then. You don’t fuck with Derek Steel.

12:22 Shamus: All I got from Derek was a time and a place, some little shit hole of a bar not far from the boarded up shop I use as my HQ. Of course I know it well, and everyone there knows not to fuck with me when I sit my arse on my stool on the bar and order my whiskey. And if they don’t know it, I teach them right quick. I’m the only shirtless guy in this place, but no one says a word, not if they wanna keep living, they don’t. I’ve got 200 pounds of battle-hardened, tough as nails muscle, spread out over my 5’10” to make sure they don’t. They always have the fucking heat turned up too high in here. Wearing my tattered jeans, and my doc martens, everyone knows I own this place. I grew up around here, used my fists to teach my neighbors how to respect me. Seemed only natural that I would be the man to finally kick those pansy-ass English fuckers out of Northern Ireland once and for all. I might work for the Syndicate, but that’s only so long as we are working towards the same goal. Speaking of the Syndicate, where the fuck is this mysterious dude Derek is sending? I don’t got all day to sit here on my ass and wait for those Syndicate big wig fuckers to take a shit. I throw back my whiskey, and order another one, looking around the bar.

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12:22 AgentTomDavis: Sit going over the files from the intel that Boss, no Derek dont want anyone to know I am his potential choice for right hand, just yet!. He got me a shit fucking seat on the crappest airline around, at least there are not many people around me to watch over. My 6’2 frame covered in 234lbs of solid, combat trained, solid killing muscle is uncomfortable in this small seat, but I deal with it. Steel will be getting an earful when I get back though. Taking in all I can of the potential risks, as we still don’t know much, and then go back to looking over the “Buckle Boy” as I have taken to calling him. Matt McKaine. Big fucker, knows his shit in hand to hand combat, weapons, intelligence, and covert work. Damn he is going to be a big man to take down, but I wouldn't be sent here if I didn’t stand a chance, surely. Then I look at the contact I am meeting. Irish guy, Shamus, doesn’t look as big but I know the Irish and they are all tough as nails so I won't be underestimating him. Finally the plane lands, not sure in one piece with the crashing and banging from the tarmac and disembark. I drop my stuff off in the hotel, again, if it can even be called a hotel, and make sure to set various traps and counter surveillance, just in case. Let’s go meet this guy

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I head out and follow the directions that were included in the pack and head down a set of seedy as hell looking back street. I get eyed up a few times by blokes and 1 woman even tries to approach me to see if I want services. All of them get the same hard look and shake of the head and they back off. I see the place at the end of this dark, piss rank alley and head on over. In a pair of old ripped combat trousers, rigger boots, and an extremely tight white tank. As I walk inside the heat hits me like a fucking wall and sweat starts to trickle down my back and sides and form on my face as I look around. I see a shirtless guy who looks like he could be Shamus over at the bar and the men seem to be avoiding him. FUCK the sweat is really rolling now and I shuck my tank and tuck it in my waistband and then the guy turns and I see it is indeed him. I head over and sit with a stool between us and just nod at you as I see your drink and order a whiskey myself and chug it back in one and let the burning liquid fill my core. And then I wait.

12:22 Shamus: I hear someone enter the bar, and I turn to take a look. Some young kid probably came here by mistake. Someone will sort him out. I look over at the bartender, and he hurries to pour me another whiskey. Then, incredulous, I look over next to me as someone invades my personal space.. That young fucker has the balls to sit next to me as if we were pals? He’s got his shirt off now too, sweat shining on his muscle in the dim light. I look at him, bemused, as he orders a shot of whiskey and downs it one go. I speak up then, toying with my whiskey, “Boy, if you get the fuck out of here right now, I won’t tell your Mam that you were here.” Then, I turn aside, scanning the bar again. Where the fuck is Derek’s man? I hate being made to wait. My temper starts to rise, as I down my second whiskey.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: As this man turns to look at me, I see his expression confused and dismissive and that just roils me. He tells me to go home and I just grunt and then he turns back to his drink like the conversation is over. Derek warned me that the men over here would be hard to earn the trust of but to get dismissed so easily. I clench my fist and slam it into the bar once and order another shot, but this time of the rotgut that I see on the bottom shelf. As it comes I make sure to look over at the fucker next to me. “I have a steel hard piece of information that I can meet someone here. But if you and others here are not MAN enough to be those people then I suppose I should go and find the ones who are.” Eyes locked with yours now and I slug the shot back and it burns badly but I don’t let it show. I start to stand up and see if he figures me out now, the prick!

12:22 Shamus: I’m scanning the bar, looking for the man that Derek sent over, thinking I’m about to head back to my HQ, when suddenly that little shit speaks to me again. I turn and look at him, taking another drink of my whiskey. When I hear his little speech, I nearly fucking choke on my whiskey, spraying it out of my mouth all over the bartender. The bartender nearly pisses himself with fear. Then the kid starts to get up, and I’m trying hard not to laugh. “What the fuck do you take me for? As if Steel would send some kid whose fucking balls haven’t dropped yet. I dunno what kinda game you think you are playing boyo, but these are the kinda games that get you fucking dead.” I stand up and move to block you from leaving. I want to learn more about this wet behind the ears little snot that somehow knows Steel’s plans.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I stand and go to leave but he moves to block my exit after spraying his drink all over the bar, and the bartender who doesn’t look too happy but says not a word. I get close and stand over him, locking down my nose at the thick muscle Irish yob. I say in a whisper, just loud enough for you to hear. “Oh I know what is at risk here…...fucker. I have been trained ready for anything by the man himself. But if you don’t trust his judgement and training ability, then maybe I let him know. He will have to halt other ops just to come and show an upstart paddy his place and I don't think he will like that.” Then I step in even closer and let my body press yours back a step. “However, I am sure you can think of a way to figure out that this is NOT a mistake, unlike your position here seems to be”. Staring down my nose at you now.

12:22 Shamus: Okay, so maybe this “kid” is a big boy. I size him up. He’s got some inches on me, and a few pounds. He’s just big enough that I won’t feel guilty for beating up a kid. I take in those whispered words, and my blood starts to boil “Did you just fucking call me a ‘paddy’?” I say out loud, loud enough for the entire bar to hear, just as you press your body into mine and finish the rest of your speech. All conversation in the bar stops. The bartender ducks down low, hiding behind the bar. Some of the other men put down their pints, and back away against the wall, making sure there is plenty of distance between them and Shamus. I reach down with one hand and suddenly clamp it tight right between your legs, going for the crown jewels right from the start. I pull my head back, and smash it forward, looking to give you a nice friendly Belfast welcome, by trying to break your fucking punk kid nose.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: Know I have pissed this shortarse fucker off as you say that and the bar clears back and gets out of range. I hear the bartender call out “Now Shamus, let’s not fuck my place up again now” Then your hand latches on to my balls and I crouch a little in pain, but this was always part of the training. Fight through it, keep going until your life stops. Your head snaps out and crashes into my nose and my eyes start to water from the blow. Small trickle of blood too. I grin at you “That your best?” and I reach down and grab your wrist holding onto my balls and press my thumb and forefinger into the nerves at the base and slowly pull your hand off. Then I repay your favour and slam my own head into your nose Right on the bridge. And then back up a step, duck down and slam my shoulder up into your gut and Lift you up, carry you the few feet to the bar and slam your back over it. Step back and raise my knuckles and gesture to you to come at me. “Come on ya pikey nonce”

12:22 Shamus: This fucking snot-nosed little shit grins at me after I bash his nose. He fucking grins at me!! I tighten my abs, preparing to twist the little snot’s nuts right off when something digs into my wrist. I gasp in pain as my grip on those young nads starts to weaken, and gets pulled off. One surprise follows another when this bastard smashes his forehead into my nose, staggering me backwards, and sending a flow of blood to run down my face and drip on my chest. That ain’t everything… the young snot has the fucking nads to slam his shoulder into my guts, heave me up and dump me on the bar. The bartender inches backwards, with that look on his face he gets when he realizes today is not one of those days he’s going to be making a profit. Shot glasses get knocked off the bar, and shatter on the floor. Okay, someone taught this big overgrown kid a bit about fighting. But I was going easy on him. Not anymore. My hand grasps a shot glass of whiskey that hasn't been knocked down. My abs crunch as I sit up on the bar, and fling the liquor right in your face. “Fucking pikey nonce? I’ll put that on your goddamn gravestone when I finish ripping your nuts off and throwing you in a ditch!”

12:22 Shamus: I slide down off the bar, following behind my shot of whiskey to the face, cocking my right fist, and slamming it up towards your ribs, looking to bury it like a wrecking ball in that muscled side, at the same time, kicking out with my left foot, looking to smash my boot into your knee cap.

12:22 AgentTomDavis:Your back makes a wonderful thudding sound as it hits the bar and some of the guys in here give loud gasps as not used to see you thrown around, let alone this early in a scrap. I start to advance a step and burning liquid hits my face and gets into my eyes. I grunt in shock and pain and circle away and out as I hear your heavy boots hit the ground. I feel that punch swoosh past me and am pleased you missed but then your boot smashes into my knee. Moving so stops some of the damage but I hit the floor of the bar on that knee and moan. Blinking my eyes as they water and burn and see your blurry shape coming for me. Damn this cheating fucker. Then I listen, letting the sound of your boots gauge the distance. I swing a right hand up and between what look to be your legs and get up and swing shots at your blurred image to keep you at bay. I blink more and then wipe my eyes and start to be able to see again. This fucker is going down now.

12:22 Shamus: The bastard is fucking fast, twisting out of the way of my blow to his ribs, but I catch his knee good. I look around real quick, and see the looks of shock on the faces. Then I get even fucking angrier. This young punk is showing me up in front of my crowd. Like HELL he is going to get away with that! I slam forward, cocking my fist when suddenly my eyes bulge and I let out a high-pitched squeak. I look down, staggering backwards, clutching my nads, the fucking shit-faced brat nailed me in my bollocks. He’s staggering forward now, throwing crazy shots at me. I’m backpedaling, not gonna stick around for those. Then, I catch sight of the look of incredulity on the bartender. And realize if I want to keep my rep, I’m gonna have to wade back into this. Well SHIT. I roar, and charge forward, fists raised. Time to really get serious now. I throw a quick combo, two left jabs, followed by a straight right to keep the punk on his toes, then I surge forward, muscles rippling with power, ducking low and diving in under his guard, to smash my shoulder into those abs, looking to throw him down on his fat ass, gonna take this to the ground and blast this young punks face into hamburger meat.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I feel my fist connect with the big hanging orbs in this fuckers jeans and hear the squeal. Fucker won’t be doubting me anymore. As my vision returns after hitting nothing but air in my wild barrage, I see him bring his fists up after a look at the guy behind the bar and he comes at me. Damn he is fucking quick too, I should have known being a smaller cunt as he is. I manage to deflect the two jabs but that right is like lightning and my head snaps to the side, I tense up for a follow through and glad I did as you slam your shoulder into my abs. I feel the wind rush out of my lungs and as you push me back I double over your back. I grab round your waist and use your own momentum to lift, and spin you in the air and then slam your back into a nearby table. It shatters under us and the bartend yells “Oh come on lads” I mount your chest and go for 2 heavy overhand shots down into your bemused looking face “Well? You had enough or do I need to finish the fight?” Internally hoping the fucker wants to go on

12:22 Shamus: I’m preparing to ground and pound this young fuck, when suddenly he grabs my waist, and the room starts spinning. What the fuck???? Then, my back explodes in hard, throbbing pain, fucking splinters digging into my muscle, wind knocked out of me. How the fuck did I end up being tossed through a goddamn table? Whaaaa… Then suddenly, the big kid is on me, sitting on my chest, pinning me down, and his fist bashes into my face not once, but twice, knocking my head silly to the side, sending a gob of blood blasting out of my wrecked jaw. The shit asks me if I’ve had enough. Asks ME. I’m goddamn raging, hurting, but raging!!! My hand sifts through the shattered remains of the table next to me, and I grab a table leg, letting out a bloody roar, and crunching up with my abs, swinging that table leg right for the fucker’s head to knock him the hell off me. The crowd is in open disbelief, and some of the muttering that floats over us seems to be indicating that it’s about time someone put me in my place. I think, just fucking wait till this over.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: The rage on your blood covered face has me smiling and I only just see the table leg coming for me. Your roar has the crowd cheer but there are undertones of wanting me to take you down a peg or two. I sway back but not enough and the leg cracks the front on my temple and I get thrown off you with the force and spin. I arc once over and my back hits one of the booths that they have here and I grunt as I lay stunned for a second. Suddenly one of the men helps me up and asks me my name. I tell him and he calls out “I got 50 pounds that says Tommy here can knock out Shamus”. There is a shocked gasp and then another voice calls out that he will take that bet and suddenly there is a general din as they decide bets. I look over at you. “Seems your own crowd is turning on you. Guess they know a real man when they see one” As we are both on our feet now with the break I raise my knuckles and then spit a bloody wad at the ground in front of you. The bartender seeing an opportunity to make some money, starts to take bets on as I move in and circle you.

12:22 Shamus: My aim is good, and that table leg smashes sweet as into the side of your head, knocking you fucking silly, getting you off me, sending you sprawling over to the side of a booth. I stagger up to my feet, feeling the blood dripping out of my mouth. Then, I hear some punter start to lay bets. Betting that this fucking punk kid can knock me out. I turn, snarling, “You bet against me you fuckwads, you be dead men!” I listen to your shit talk, and that makes me even angrier. “FUCKER. All they are gonna see is a dead man!” I surge forward fists flying, at the last second, switching levels, ducking low, then powering up, trying to get inside your guard, and sink some heavy, crippling shots right into your liver.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: The rage clear on your face as these men, who have watched you become the head dog of this pub, now see you fighting a kid…...A KID….and taking punishment. Steel always drilled into me, a raging man is not a focused man but damn you look fucking focused right now. I bring my guard in tight and then you switch it up. My liver takes a hard few shots and I cough and spittle sprays everywhere. Instinct takes over as I back off and swing a sweeping hook at where your ribs were…..and now where your jaw is, Hoping I connect as I fall back gasping and getting my wind back as my body spasms from the power of the shot. Men cheering this turn, some moaning and calling for me to get back into it.

12:22 Shamus: Focused on working over this kid’s core. DAMN… I can feel the thick layer of muscle covering his body as I pour on my best shots to break through, I’m making good progress, have done some damage, when suddenly I’m seeing stars. I stagger backwards, my legs wobbly. One of the punters looks up in shock as one of my teeth flies outta my mouth and clunks into his pint of guinness. I look up. Who turned on all the lights? I look ahead, when the fuck did the kid bring his twin to the fight? Now I gotta take out two of the bastards? Oh wait… no, there’s only one. I charge forward, weaving like I’ve had too much whiskey, when in fact I’ve only had two shots. Focused on his face, that smug bastards face, gonna bash it in good. Cocking my right fist, bicep peaking, muscle power building, surging forward, throwing everything I’ve got into one helluva haymaker to smash his jaw in.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: My core hurts but seeing your tooth fly out into the guys drink has me chuckling and then you come at me weaving and staggering like a drunkard. You cock your fist back and I see you stepping in. You are telegraphing like a newbie boxer in the ring. I hold my position and wait for that punch to swing in and then…..I catch it in my left hand. SMACK. The sounds of knuckles smacking palm resounds through the pub and the look on your face is priceless. I hold your fist and start to walk you back. One step and a right cross smacks in. Another step and a right hook smashes your jaw. Then you are back against the bar and I look at you, and smile down. “Nighty night BITCH!” and I draw back and throw an overhand right up and then down into your temple. I release your right hand and watch you. Not taking anything for granted with this tough as nails paddy fucker

12:22 Shamus: My fist smashes into pay dirt. But… why the fuck is the kid still standing? I look closer, making my eyes focus. Oh shit…. My jaw drops open, the fucker caught my fist! I struggle to rip it free, not even realizing that I’m being backed up. Suddenly, pain explodes out from the side of my jaw as someone hits my head with a hammer. My legs start to wobble. I try to lift my other arm. Then, fuck, my head is violently snapped to the side, over my shoulder, spraying the wall with blood. I feel so dizzy. Everything fucking hurts. I hear you mutter something at the end of a long tunnel, then a bright white light suddenly fills my vision. I wobble forward, a smile suddenly on my face, as I drop to my knees, then fall forward, my face bouncing off your crotch to land in a senseless heap on the floor at your feet.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: The crowd falls silent at first as they watch their hard man, their champion, hit the deck. I am entranced by your smile and then as you fall your face bounces off my rigid cock. Thank fuck for the jock I am wearing. The whole room then erupts and some start to yell it was not fair, while others call out my name. I raise my arm over my head and pant a few harsh laboured breaths in. I look down at this proud fighter and know I need him for my mission to succeed. I reach down and slowly get you over my shoulder and gesture at the bartender. “Me and the loser here need a place to talk in private. You got a storeroom out back I can use?” He gestures for me to come round behind the bar and then leads me through into an office. “This is more suited to a conversation” he nods and exits quickly as I lay your back over the desk and slap the side of your face softly. Grinning as I rub my now fully turgid cock through my combats

12:22 Shamus: I start to moan. I was having some kind of weird ass nightmare where some young punk whose balls still hadn’t dropped was kicking the shit out of me. I just wanted to wake up so it would end. My eyes fluttered open, and my vision slowly started to uncross. There, staring down into my face was my nightmare. Oh fuck.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I watch your eyes slowly open and I put on my most shit eating grin as you look up in shock and distaste. “So Shamus, you are a fuckin good agent and a fighter who knows his shit” I rub my jaw and grin “But now do you see why I am here? There is a reason Steel sent me. Now I need you to help me find this fuckin CCS pretty boy and I dont want any bad blood between us while we do that. But right now you need to acknowledge me as the Alpha and there is only one way for that to happen” I take a small step back and prop myself up against the wall, slowly rubbing my fully hard cock as a stain shows on the front of the ripped combats. I look you right in the eye and then just nod down to the floor. “Get to it……..Now!”

12:22 Shamus: I look up into this young fucker’s face as he starts in on me. I can’t fucking believe he knocked me out cold. Right in front of my followers. I’m going to really have to bust some asses to recover my standing. But as much as I might want to deny it, there is no denying that this fucking kid owned me out there. Could he really have been sent from Steel? Would Steel really send a young wet behind the ears punk ass kid? A punk ass kid who cleaned my clock like I was an amateur. I swallow, then look up as you finish your speech. I look stupid for a moment, then you back up and start rubbing your cock. Oh shit.

12:22 Shamus: If I had any lingering doubts that this kid was trained by Steel, they quickly evaporated. He’s doing everything just the way Steel would, with the same confidence, and the same cockiness, and using dick in the same way. I didn’t say anything. There was NO fucking way I was going to take the chance of getting on Steel’s bad side. As soon as I realized what I was thinking, I realized that I was going to do it. I was going to get on my fucking knees and suck this kid’s cock. Holy shit. I lifted myself up, wiping away the trickle of blood leaking out of my busted jaw, and stood up, legs shaking, still unsteady. Then I looked, really looked at this man for the first time. Shit, he was built. Confident. Strong. One helluva fighter. The only way I was going to get out of this would be to fight him again. And I knew how that was going to end.

12:22 Shamus: I nodded once, my instinct for survival battling with my wounded pride. I looked up at you again. Then, my dick started to stiffen. Shit, he was one hot fucker. I drop to my knees, looking up at your face, swallowing, and start to fumble at the crotch of your ripped combats, working to free your cock. When I managed to work it free, I stared in awe at the size of it. I swallowed, then wiping another stream of blood away from the side of my mouth, opened up my mouth and took the plunge, swallowing your manhood in one go, fighting against my gag reflex, tasting the creamy salty precum trickling down the back of my mouth. I was a shitty cocksucker, but I gave it my best try. There was NO fucking way I was going to get anymore on Steel’s badside than I might have already done. I just hoped this kid wasn’t gonna hold any grudges. The whole time, my own cock started getting harder and harder. Shit, this kid… no, this man was one helluva powerful sonofabitch.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: Watching this tough alpha male as he tried to battle through his feelings was actually kinda hot. His dumb expression as he wiped blood from his mouth as he slowly pushed himself off the desk and stood, almost defiantly, looking up at me. I raise one eyebrow slightly and you slowly shakily lower yourself down to your knees and your shaky hands fumble with my belt, button and zipper. I don't offer any help. Rule 1 Losers do all the work when on their knees. Taking a play from Steels book. I watch your expression as my 8.5x6.5 uncut cock is pulled out and points straight at your face and mouth. I chuckle as I can almost hear the worry. But then you go for it and push yourself forward onto it and I moan once and pat you on the head. “Good boy” I say condescendingly.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I let you work your way up and down my meaty shaft for a few minutes and then your teeth scrape along the head and down the length and I jump. I club you in the back of the head and pull you off by your ear. “Watch the fuckin teeth! Do it again and we see about removing them, understood?” I hold you there for a second and then release my grip and you dive back down on it. I keep my fist cocked as you keep looking up at me and you do a better job. This tough fucker has had his way with so many others that he hasn’t had to learn the skills needed to be on his knees and I like that I am, if not the first, one of the first to take his mouth. I moan again as you try to dive deeper down onto it and manage to take about two thirds of it down and I feel the back of your throat…...but we are not letting that be a problem.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I grab the back of your head and as you pull back to go back down I stop you. My grip like a vice as I pull you down deeper onto it. Your throat starts to convulse and constrict round the length and girth and I shudder in pleasure. I see your face getting redder and redder “Relax Shamus mate, relax and it gets easier. Or don’t and I still do it, but it will hurt a lot more. I am good either way” I see your eyes dart up to mine as I say that and I just nod as I hold you there for a few seconds longer. Knowing each will feel like an eternity as you struggle to breathe. I then let you pull and away and laugh as you pant and gag as lingering lines of precum still connect you to my cock. I turn to find the chair that the bar owner uses, walk the few feet to it and slowly lower myself into it and just hook my finger at you in a beckoning way. “On your knees. Crawl to me. We both know now who the Alpha is so be a good sub and crawl over and get back to work…….BOY!” Echoing one of your first references to me as I now am in charge.

12:22 Shamus: My eyes flash, and I see red as Steel’s man mocks me, calling me a boy. The humiliation is like someone has lit a fire in my gut, but I have to take it. Not only has this shit proven he can take me down, if I don’t walk carefully, Steel will see to it I’m buried six feet under. All of which means I have to take it, no matter how much it burns. I get distracted, and accidently use my teeth, then you club me across the back of my head. AHHH FUCK.. that hurt. Fuck me, the way he uses his voice, the way he fucking holds my ear, everything about him says this a man who knows how to take charge. I find myself subconsciously wanting to do better, wanting to please him. My head is fucking spinning. No one takes charge of me like that… well, almost no one. Certainly not some fucking kid… not some.. I realize that I’d better start shifting my thinking fast.

12:22 Shamus: I redouble my efforts, some animal part of me actually wanting to please this bastard, wanting to do a good job at sucking his cock. Makes me ashamed… but my cock keeps getting harder. Suddenly, as I try to pull back, your hand is there, hard and strong, on the back of my head, forcing me down deeper on that massive dick. I moan slightly, but it’s so fucking huge, I start to gag, my muscle spasming, a sense of panic and lack of air twisting my guts. You tell me to relax, and I look up my eyes making contact with yours. You just nod, but those eyes. Fuck me. They reach right inside my brain, those fucking eyes.. This is a man who has totally fucking taking charge of me. I fight to stay calm, the need for air building up desperately.

12:22 Shamus: Finally, certain that you were going to hold me there till I passed out on your cock, you let me pull my head back. I gasp, taking in deep lungfuls of air, my head spinning, my eyes watching in dumb fascination at the translucent streamers of pre cum bridging the gap between my mouth an this bastard’s massive cock. I sit on my knees,my head spinning, the sense of being dominated has me completely off-balance. You make your way to the other side of the room, and seat yourself in a chair. Then you crook your thumb, and order me to crawl over to you. My eyes flash, but before I can express my rising defiance, I find myself on my hands and knees. How the fuck?? I bow my head in acknowledgment of your superiority, my cock straining to the bursting point against my jeans, leaking pre-cum. I suddenly, shockingly, become aware of how fucking turned on I am by this… young man. It hits me like a brick in the face. Shame, humiliation, my wounded pride all battling with the rising sense of head over heels lust for this tough bastard and the masterful way he’s owning me.

12:22 Shamus: I crawl, slowly, on my hands and knees, feeling like a beaten dog. Towards the man who has totally taken charge of me. And something else struck me… I was fucking hungry for his cock. I wanted the taste of that man’s salty shaft on my tongue. I picked up the pace a bit, eager for more, reaching your lap, and leaning forward, opening my bearded mouth again, and taking that fat cock up once again, going to town on that huge piece of meat. All torn up inside, so many conflicting feelings, but the biggest one right now was all about how fucking totally hot as shit this young man was. He’d proven it to me with his fists, with his confidence, with his muscle, and with his cock.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: It is like watching an entire movie as the emotions on your face all rush from one to the other and then, looking shocked as you do, you drop to your hands and knees and begin crawling over to me. At that point, more than the fight I won, I know I have you. You head bows down and slowly, then quicker you crawl and then your head raises and your lips part and your roguish handsome face, scruffy, bloody, bruised, and most of all beaten, takes my cock back into the warm depths and you drop down onto your knees between my legs. You lift your arms and rest them on my legs for balance and I reach down and stroke them, letting you know that you are doing well. That you are pleasing me.I watch you and see your eyes darting up to look at mine and just as quickly dart away as you see me looking. This makes me grin but I repress it quickly so that you don’t see. Then as you look up again I bark at you “Look right into these eyes Shamus. I want to see your eyes as you suck my cock. My Champs cock. Victor's cock. I want you see how you are doing”

12:22 AgentTomDavis: With your eyes now locked on mine I see the acceptance that was slow to build take full effect now and I see a small tear trickle out of one eyes. Probably from the gagging you are doing but it makes me smirk a little as I see it. My left hand continues stroking your arm while my right goes to the back of your head again and I think I see a flinch of fear, thinking I am going to choke you again. I laugh out loud, deep and resonating at this and I just stroke your head like a new pup. Softly, no pressure, just caressing the side of your face, your ear. Whispering encouragement down at you now. Instructing you like I would a recruit. Egging you on, giving you encouragement and advice. Letting you learn and adapt and getting used to the new dynamic that I have forced on you. Reveling in the fact that you are taking to your new role so very quickly. I then pull you slowly off my cock with my right and lift my cock up so you can see my low hanging bollocks.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: “Why don’t you give these some attention pup” Not a request at all and purposefully using that term to see if you react, but if you do I don’t see it as you dive right in and start licking and sucking on them like your life depends on it. My head goes back and I moan loudly, and my back arches a little and your tongue licks close to my taint. I quiver at that and look down at you and nod emphatically at you and let you resume your work. I let your instincts take a front seat as you are slowly discovering them. Your beard scruff rubbing against my pubic hair has me in all kinds of pleasure and I moan again. Each time I moan it seems to drive you onto new heights and your work gets better and better. Who would have thought that I would have this tough fucker, hardman of his region on his knees in such a short time. HOLY FUCK and he is doing so well

12:22 AgentTomDavis: Then I lean forward and hook my hands under your armpits and lift you up. I see your lips still trying to suckle for a second as your eyes focus. I stand you up and stand up myself. I then move into you and lock my lips with yours and force my tongue in deep as I kiss you hard and passionately, still letting you know who is in charge. I maintain the kiss for a while and then pull back. “Strip for me Shamus pup. I want to see the whole package that belongs to me now.” With that I let my combats drop fully to the floor and step out of them. Hand slowly stroking my dripping cock as you obey me, one hand playing with your right nipple and tweaking it. As you get undressed I then sit down again and grin. “Now ain’t that a pretty sight. Whew damn fine piece you got pup. Play with it for a few before you resume your work. Go on lad”

12:22 Shamus: I’m starting to lose myself in the sensation of sucking this powerful man’s cock. The taste, the smell, the power of this man is reaching inside and grabbing my guts. I rest my arms on his legs to get a better position, and suddenly something is stroking my heavy, muscled forearms. I feel a sense of shock, what the?? I look up, the sense of shock in my eyes as I catch your gaze. I look away suddenly, not sure what to think, but what I feel, what I feel is a warm glow at the gentle touch. I shake my head, what the fuck? I’m the big man around, the Man in charge, organizing hundreds of tough Irish freedom fighters, I don’t take shit from no one, I don’t bow down and suck anyone’s cock, especially not…. Suddenly, I register a command barked right into my hind-brain. My internal tirade is cut short, as the command to look up into your eyes and suck your victor’s cock is instantly obeyed. The shame, the realization of how completely I’m being dominated causes a small tear to trickle down my face.

12:22 Shamus: I gag once on his cock, my body shuddering, and he raises his hand, I flinch, he’s going to hit me again, but no… he strokes my head, gently. Whispers encouragement at me, strokes my arm. My entire head starts spinning, and I can’t look away from his eyes. Who the fuck is this man, how the hell did he manage to get a hold of me so completely? I start to lose myself in his gaze, reveling in his touch. Those big fucking ham hands of his… more than capable of bashing my hard face in, instead stroking me tenderly. Twisting me all up inside. Then, you pull my mouth off of your cock, and gesture at those bollocks of yours, big hairy man sized orbs. I start to salivate, then begin to go to town, tasting those huge orbs, the sense of devotion and admiration for this powerful fucking stud rising inside me. Your moans egg me on, fill me with the desire to please you, my red blood-soaked beard rubbing against your thighs and balls as I dive into them more and more with each moan, with each moment.

12:22 Shamus: When I feel a pair of strong, rough arms latch under my armpits, starting to lift me up, I keep blindly trying to suck on those balls. Finally, confused I look up at you, on my feet, looking at you. My chest rising and falling, the hard, battle-scarred, combat forged muscle I worked so hard to build, quivering, feeling uncertain, out of my depth. I feel you push into me then, and drive your tongue into my mouth, tasting you, tasting my blood, melting in a passionate kiss. My head reeling… a man who could have killed me, the man who beat the fuck out of me, knocked me out, kissing me like this. I throw myself into the kiss, returning it fully, the taste of you in my mouth driving me crazy.

12:22 Shamus: Then you order me to strip. Conditioned to obey you now, by my own lust as much as my fear of your heavy fists, I quickly unbuckle my jeans, kick my boots off, and pull my trousers and pants off me. My thick cock springs out like a flag pole at mast, my heavy balls coated with ginger hair, dangling beneath my ginger bush. You strip at the same time, and as you verbalize your appreciation of my battle-forged, street-toughened beef, my eyes are glued to your massive size, those huge quads, heavy, beefy pecs and lats flaring out. Powerful, thick abs looking like slabs of concrete. I’ve always had a taste for the men, but usually they are little more than a place to stick my cock, little more than a someone for me to push around and put in their place, and maybe to bash up with my fists while they take my seed. But with this man… I was in new territory. I’d been dominated before, law of the jungle after all, but … not like this.

12:22 Shamus: As ordered I play with myself, and moan with pleasure as you tweak my nipple. The pre-cum is streaming out of my slit, serving as lube for my cock as I work it in front of you. I work it for a minute or two, getting myself right to the precipice, then I feel an urge to be closer to you, and drop down to my knees, leaning forward and nuzzling those massive, beefy pecs with my blood-caked beard, my tongue exploring the awesome, hard muscled lad who bashed me down and got inside my head. My hands, hungry, explore the heft and peak of those biceps and triceps, then I latch onto your left pec, sucking and gently chewing on that nip. What a fucking man. Totally blowing my mind.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: Seeing you stroke yourself, using your fingers to spread the pre spurting from your engorged slit and then just brazenly spreading your legs a little. MAN he has gone from defiant “Hardest man on the estate” to soft puppy eyed sub in no time at all. I am going to have to remember these techniques for use in the future. I watch, slowly stroking my own dripping rod until you push forward as you get between my legs again, but this time you go higher. You beard sending little electric shocks through my nipples whenever it scrapes over them as your tongue and lips worship my pecs. Your hands on my biceps and triceps and I slowly, almost casually flex and move them under your grip. Letting you feel every single fibre of combat trained muscle move under the tight, firm young skin. As you feel me up all over you start to find scars, little ones gotten mostly from training but not the kind you get from being a normal guy. I chuckle as you find one such scar near my right elbow and as you kiss it I whisper down “That one is from Steels own tooth. I elbowed him good in a sparring session, his tooth stayed, and I got that scar. Tough fucker that he is!”

12:22 AgentTomDavis:I let you keep up the muscle worship for a while more before I pull you up once more. Slowly, tenderly but with a purpose as I push you back. My lips lock with yours again and I grab your head with my left and hold it. As I feel you hit the desk I reach back with my right and grab your arse cheek and lift you back and up onto it. Thankfully the bar owner isn’t up to date and still hasn’t got a computer as I sweep all of his paperwork off onto the floor. I hold your head up while we kiss a while more and then I break the kiss but hold you close. Looking right into your eyes and seeing lust filling the game now. I lick your ear then I lay you back onto the desk and lift your legs. “Hold them in place for me Shamus lad. You are gonna fucking love this” And with that I drop out of your eyesight below the desk.

12:22 AgentTomDavis:I play with your hefty, ginger covered bollocks, rolling them around in my hands, then licking and teasing them, yanking on them carefully, never enough to hurt but enough to let you know I am there. And then I go for the glory. I spread your cheeks before me, seeing the same ginger fuzz that coats your balls covering your arse crack and it turns me on to a degree I have not felt in a while. I dive forward and rub my day old beard scruff against the walls of crack as my tongue finds and teases the entrance to your inner man. I press, lick, tease, my tongue over it until at last it starts to loosen and I push a good inch of my tongue inside as I suckle on the outer layer with my mouth. One hand reaches up and finds your cock and the other finds your balls and I get to work. My tongue pushing in and then retracting, spreading my spit into your ass, as my lips add plenty to your sphincter. Stroking your cock and feeling you shuddering under my ministrations, your balls are two large globes that I play with one after the other.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: Minutes, it could be hours who knows, pass as I work you into a frenzy. Letting you get used to my touch. Showing you that while I beat you bloody and can use my power to hurt, I can also use my body for more. Eventually I stand up, sweat slicking my pecs,abs and running down my face. I look down at you as I step forward, getting closer now, until you feel my thick thighs pushing your legs back more. I then adjust my cock and with determination oozing from every pore, I start to press it into your hole. “Let me in Shamus. Give yourself to me now. Or by the fucking gods I will rape you and dump you in the river and find the info myself.”

12:22 Shamus: If I had any lingering notions about you being a kid, they were rapidly dispersed as I felt up your muscle, tracing out your battle scars. Fuck. I no longer had the slightest doubt that you were Steel’s man. After a while, you grab my head and hold me up, kissing me again, sending thrills up and down my spine. My senses still reeling, not used to being treated this way by a such a fucking powerful man. All the while you are kissing me, tasting my blood, my tongue dives into your mouth, exploring tasting, losing myself in the sensation. I feel you repositioning me deftly as you snog me hard. When you break off your kiss, I stare deep into your eyes. Totally vulnerable, my cock raging, filled with lust for this tough stud.

12:22 Shamus: You lay me out on the desk, and tell me to lift my legs, I obey, confused, not sure what to expect. Then I gasp, and growl in unexpected pleasure. FUCK ME. I feel your hard, callused fight-toughened hands grab my bollocks, and start to massage them. I gasp, my dick twitching, spurting a small streamer of pre-cum. Then my entire body shivers as I feel something warm invade my arse. A brand new sensation… On the rare occasion where I’ve been fucked no man has ever been this gentle about it. It’s been more of a domination fuck after getting my arse kicked. But Steel’s man… he’s a completely different kind of bloke. Then, suddenly his hand is working my cock, his tongue is up my ass, and I’m shuddering in the grips of entirely new kinds of pleasure. I lose all track of time, as my balls start to boil, my seed churning, beginning to ache for release.

12:22 Shamus: Then I feel you shift, and I look up, my eyes drinking the sight of your thick, young, battle-forged muscle, covered in sweat. My own chest is heaving, my hard, lean scarred muscle, ripped and tight, likewise covered in sweat, my eyes meet yours. I know what’s coming now. And I want it. I’ve never wanted it before. I’ve taken it when I’ve had no choice. But I’ve never wanted it. Fuck. What the hell is happening to me? Then you demand that I let you in, or threaten to kill me. Total fucking dominant. I take a deep breath. This is going to hurt. Hurt like fuck. Will rip my ass apart, he’s bigger than any man that has ever taken me before. But I’m his by right of conquest… and respect. I invite you in, as you start to press, and I let out a deep throated shout of agony as your massive cock starts working into my ass. I drink in the pain though, if it means having you inside me. You earned it. Earned it more than I ever thought possible.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I know this is still going to hurt him, and I intend for it to. The head of my uncut cock is fully revealed as my foreskin is pulled right back. Pre is leaking in spurts from it and I feel it shudder as it meets resistance. And then you shout long and loud as my pressure combined with your need, your desire to have me inside you, has you open. But I don't give you a chance to stop me now and I grab your hips and force it all in. Your chute trying to constrict, the muscles trying to stop this forced, and yet desired, entry. I look you deep in the eyes as I drive the entire length in, in one brutal thrust and your shout becomes more of a moan, or is that a purr I hear? My body goes wild as I fight down the urge to blast your insides with my seed right away. I breathe, calming myself. I want to make this last. This he will never forget

12:22 AgentTomDavis: After the initial invasion, I would usually let the guy get used to the girth and me being in so deep. But now I am in the mood to own this man. I showed him how sweet I can be, now it's time to show him who is in charge again. Quick breath to steady myself and then I pull out until the tip pops out and then drive it back into the hilt. Long strokes in and out make your body quiver and your eyes are alight with pain and many other things. I don't do this for long. Before I adjust my angle of entry and feel your hole start to resist again but I don't hold back and just keep taking what I earned, mine by rite of beating the shit out of this former cocky man. A few more minutes of this and then I start to drill short punching fucks into your hole, not pulling out far but pounding in hard and fast, The noises coming from you are driving me wild and it takes more effort to hold back but I want him walking like that cowboy fucker I am here to find probably does, when I am finished.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: Part of me keeps this up because I want it to last and I want to be fucking this stud Irish fucker for as long as I can, and yet there is that part of me, in the back of my mind that recalls him calling me boy, and mocking me. This is also now to show him that I am more of a man that he has had before. That he will do anything for me. I know if I do this right I will have his whole team looking for Matt McKaine (the name in my head has me thrust brutally deep and hard) and we will find the fucker. I release one of your legs and before it drops you reach out to hold it up like a good sub and I smile. I use my free right hand now to slow work your shaft, from balls to tip. Knowing you are probably close, but anytime I feel that cock start to pulse I squeeze under the base of the head hard to stop you from achieving orgasm. “You want to cum boi? Does my puppy want to cum for his new owner?......Well not yet. Not until I am ready to let you!”

12:22 Shamus: I am sucking in deep breaths of air as my ass gets absolutely reamed by this big, young brute. It’s like someone flipped a switch from Mr. Nice Guy to Mr. Brute. He’s wrecking my fucking hole, sending lances of pain ripping through my shredded ass as he grabs my hips and rams his massive cock into my hole in long, brutal thrusts, pulling out the entire way then ripping back inside. I’m battling to stay on top of the pain, to not react to it. I know if I fight him, if I try to pull free, then he’ll make me pay. I howl in pain again, louder this time, sure that everyone out in the main taproom can probably hear me. So fucking ashamed. But at the same time, the sheer dominance and power of this man has grabbed my nuts.

12:22 Shamus: Then he switches strokes, after he’s loosed my hole up, he starts drilling short punches in, and this time as he shifts his angle, every punching thrust smashes up into my joy nut. Now, the gasps are half pleasure, half agony. My cock twitches from each thrust, little lighting bolts racing up and down the length of my shaft as I’m being fucked from the inside out. Gawd, it feels so good… it hurts so fucking much. I can’t take it. I want to cum. Need to blow my load. No man has ever taken me like this. So totally. Fuck me… fuck me… Then he drops one of my legs, I groan, wanting you to stay in me, needing you to stay in me. My hard, scarred well-muscled arm reaches out and holds my leg up. I shudder from head to toe as your hand grabs my shaft, starting to work it like a master. Tight, strong, hard, solid grip, my nuts are boiling. But every time I’m about to erupt, you squash the rising explosion. It’s driving me fucking crazy. “Please… please let me cum..” I hear you call me your boy, your puppy. No man has ever mastered me like that. I can’t deny it. I feel so fucking ashamed… not just of how you have turned the tables on me, but ashamed that I misjugdged you so completely. If there was ever a man that was NOT a boy, it’s Steel’s man right here, right now.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: The whimpering pleas of this supposed tough fighter have me hitting a new level of arousal as I know I can now do anything I want to him and he will take it as long as I let him reach climax. And yet there is a new part to myself that I am learning as I work this thug over. I enjoy his begging, I find it such a turn on and the fact that I am hurting him in the process makes it even greater. Feeling your quivering, hearing your mewling just drives me further down this rabbit hole. I look at you once again and I let my expression darken. “Why? Why should I let you cum? What have you done to demonstrate your worthiness to me?” And with that I reach forward with my other hand holding your leg, knowing you will catch it, and grab you round the back of the neck and pull your head and shoulders off the desk. Driving my cock deeper into your arse and I hold you there

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I make very little movement at this point. Just the smallest thrusts and rotations to keep the sensations going. My eyes locked on yours and driving the show. My hand on your cock keeps up the pressure and I make sure that you get oh so close every time and I watch your eyes start to melt and then stop as I deny you once more. “Tell me why I should let a lesser man, who can't even outfight a…..what was it?.....oh yea A KID. Why should I let you blow your wad?” I let the tension build moment by moment. As I see various emotions crossing your face and knowing that soon, you will be ready and I will have gained what I need, not just for this mission, but maybe future ones too. “ANSWER ME NOW BOI!” I yell out at you, spittle flying from my mouth into your upturned face.

12:22 Shamus: My eyes open wide, in surprise and shock as Steel’s man looks at me with an intense stare that is all power. Oh shit. You start hammering me with that question. Why should he let me cum… Oh fuck… the need to release my seed… to empty my balls.. Then you reach forward and grab my neck, pulling me into a sitting position, my hard abs crunched up, sweat pouring down my face, the position driving that huge cock in harder, deeper, and more painful than ever. But it also jams your manhood right against my prostate. I gasp and moan with pleasure and agony. Shame, confusion, a desire to please, humiliation, pleasure, agony, all churning around inside me, washing across my face. And fear. This man has that same kind of …. edge that Steel has. That edge that you do NOT fuck with if you want to stay alive.

12:22 Shamus: He throws my mocking words right in my face, words that I wish I’d never said. But how was I supposed to know?? Fuck me, but how?? Then he yells at me again, and fear of the consequences, desire to please him, to be on his good side rips through my brain as I scream out. “I know this city, and I have men, hundreds of men, that can help you hunt down Matt and his fucking moles.. They are all yours man, all of them. Please… I swear, I won’t cross you again. I’m your man, you can trust me. Please… let me cum!!”

12:22 AgentTomDavis: As you break I feel a sense of enormous pride well up within. I have broken men under Steels tutelage in lots of different ways but that is the first time I have done with my sexual prowess. I wonder how I can tell Steel about this, another time I think. I let the silence after your scream drag out, knowing that each second must feel like minutes. Until after only about a full minute I slowly pat the back of your head with my hand holding you there. “There there. Wasn’t so hard after all. Now I have almost got everything I want, here is a little something for you.” With that I pull your head up a little more and adjust your cock so that it is aimed right for your own face. And then I stroke, and I stroke and I do not stop you this time. I feel your cock thicken and pulse in my grasp. “That’s it Shamus, show me what a man you are. Give me all that seed, the one you have been building up. Give it all to me NOW!”

12:22 Shamus: I sit there, locked in your grip, spit roasted on your cock, trembling with fear and desire, wondering if I’ve said the right thing. A part of me is still in shock that I’m here at all, totally bitched. Then finally, he pats my head and his words are accepting and encouraging. Fuck, he’s pleased with me! I feel a surge of elation as your hand strokes my cock firmly, powerfully, gripping it hard, I start to shudder, he’s really going to finally let me cum. Then, with your words searing into my brain, I pass the point of no return, my balls clench, and I let out an incoherent moan of sheer pleasure as my dick contracts, then explodes, sending out one, two, then three thick white ropes of rich seed to splash up on my hard chest, some of it splashes up underneath your chin, and one rope arcs up and covers my face with the thick creamy man seed. My entire body shudders in pleasure and gratitude.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I am in love with the control I now have over this man and seeing him blow such a sweet sticky mess in gratitude to me has me on the edge myself. Your hole shudders and the muscles convulse around my cock as your orgasm hits its height and as you spray your final creamy smooth eruptions I pull your head up further until you are almost sitting on the desk. I lean in and lick up the seed that hit you in the face and then kiss you and swap the warm salty load back and forth between us. The hand that was holding your cock now moves around and cups under your arse cheek and I lift you off the desk and push your back into the wall, holding your head in place with my mouth on yours and both hands now hold you up as I start to slow fuck you. Grinding long, slow, sensual, pushes into you. Almost making love to you now that I have the oath I wanted.

12:22 AgentTomDavis: I keep up this pace for as long as I can before I feel my own cock tense, and shake. My balls draw up and I let go of the kiss and let my head fall back as I ROAR out. My cock almost freezes in place for a second before it blasts my champion seed into the depths of your arse. Painting the insides of your chute white and I feel it start to build up around my cock and start to leak out around it. Oozing down my balls and then dripping onto the floor. I lower you down till your feet hit the ground and take your weight for a second to ensure you do not fall and then I ease myself back and feel a small ‘pop’ as I leave your arse. Look down at you and smile that shit eating grin again and pat you on the side of the head. “OH I think we will be doing that a lot more while we locate our target. But let’s get out of here and get your guys on the lookout asap……...Shall we Shamus boy?”

12:22 Shamus: I’m in a daze, the aftermath of that incredible orgasm leaving me confused and tired, as you lick my face, and drive your tongue deep into my mouth. Then, almost effortlessly, you cup my arse, and lift me up off the desk, handling my 200lbs of hard-bitten muscle like I was a lightweight, wedging me up against the wall, and starting to slow fuck me. I shudder with pleasure, my dick still at half mast, as your cock keeps working my hole expertly. Your movements are slower, more controlled. I moan in pleasure, and my eyes open up, taking in the look of pleasure on your face, the sweat dripping down the hard curves of your thick muscle, the tension and flex of each muscle. Fuck. What a man. Then, I gasp as you suddenly freeze and ram my arse full of your conquering seed, burst after burst of your seed, so much it starts to leak out of my arse hole and dribble down to the floor. You finally pull out of me with a pop, as my feet find the ground. I look up into our eyes, in awe. Shit. Then you casually mention business as if this was everyday to you. Fuck. This is definitely Steel’s man. I nod, stammering, “Yes …. Sir… I’ll take you to where we last saw Matt, and I’ll order my men to stand ready as soon as.”

12:22 AgentTomDavis: As we both get dressed, slowly pulling on underwear, trousers, boots etc and letting the sweat from such a fantastic fuck dry on our skin. I laugh loudly, a swift bark of noise, and I turn to you. “By the way, Shamus, names Tommy. I think it is going to be a pleasure working with you!” And I head out towards the pub tap area to ensure the lads there know not to spout a word of anything they heard…….

Published: 2021-07-08, viewed 64 times.