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THE IRISH WOLFHOUND - RISE TO POWER PART 1
ON THE HUNT - RISE TO POWER PART 2

10:21 AgentTomDavis: Listening to the men in the car chatter in those fucking thick Northern Irish accents excites me as I hear mission talk and where to deploy. I force myself into steady breaths and calm my racing heart. I am ready…..I AM ready for this. And then we stop and the men exit quickly, with purpose. I let Shamus the Pitbull show me a map of the sewer system and where to exit them into the place….Well that was a shower wasted I think and chuckle. I nod at him and once more pull him in for a kiss. “Be back soon pup. If I am not out by tomorrow morning then you know what to tell the Boss.” I pat his cheek and jump down out of the van and head towards the sewer grate and waste no time levering it open and climbing down the ladder. I flick on my flashlight as I see Shamus’s face nod at me as he shoves the grate back and leaves me in darkness. Darkness, I always searched for darkness back in the day and it led me to Alexei, then Steel and now I am here, alone in the dark. I grin as I wouldn't be anywhere else and head in, taking a left, then a right, 2 more lefts and then I see the ladder I need. I climb up slowly and then brace my back against the small chute wall and use the power I have worked on my entire life and more so since I joined up to lift the grate this end and ease it, softly, quietly up and across, gaining me access.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: The light in here is weak, looks like security lights on just to keep the darkness at bay for the guards. I flick the torch to darkness and let my eyes adjust until I can see right. I am in a small room, filled with pipes. Been in enough empty factories and warehouses as we moved bases to know a Waste room when I am in one. I slide quietly across the small space and crack open the heavy steel door that all these places have. Barely a creak, which tells me someone has this place ready for a quick egress should something go awry. They think along the same lines as we do I guess. Slowly and quietly I head deeper into this basement level and come to the stairs leading up to the ground floor with ease. They never seem to patrol down here. How silly of them. I head up and slowly peer around the corner of the stairs into the den of the beast. Somewhere in here was Buckles. Somewhere in here was the data I was here to get. Once more I calm myself with a steadying breath. Here we go. I head down the corridor, and towards my destiny, good or bad.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: Fuck, I hated this shitty old factory. It had gusts of wind in the corridors and old offices strong enough to fly a kite in. But the techs had fixed it up pretty good so it had decent utilities at least. We were on a tight budget, I should be grateful that we aren’t camped out in the woods. But drafts in the halls were the least of my worries, there was still not a fucking trace of Liam. Something was up, and that had forced me to move up our timeline. Most of the staff were out now, rounding up the force we’d gathered to make our strike. Then, we’d move out and capture Shamus and his cronies in one sweep. The covert network I’d built up had paid huge dividends, giving us the intel we needed to take out the ring leaders for the Syndicate’s bully boys here. Just as easy as roping young bulls back home. I reach down and adjust my tight jeans, with my treasured belt buckle. That belt buckle had been in the McKaine family for five generations now, passed down from Father to son. The legend was that as long as a McKaine man had his belt buckle on him, he couldn’t lose a battle. I’m not superstitious, but hell, for five generations, sure enough, a McKaine has never lost a battle while he was wearing that buckle.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: More likely a McKaine had never lost a battle because we were all dedicated, professional, well trained, and we were all, without exception, built like brick shithouses. But, just in case, I wasn’t taking any chances. I was wearing combat boots, blue jeans, and a simple white button up. I was armed, I never took chances, with my trusty knife. It was the same blade my dad had given me on my 15th birthday after I shot my first deer. He showed me how to dress and skin the deer with that very blade. I never left anywhere without it. And, because these were modern times, I always carried a Glock on me. I put my plans aside and stood up, needing to stretch out. I fucking hated sitting on my butt all day. As I stepped out to stretch my legs, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My beard was sharp, and my hard, thick muscles strained the seams on my white button up. I kept my body in top shape, all the time. Discipline, Strength, Dedication, that was the McKaine family motto. I stepped out of the door, and headed down the drafty hall. I needed to consult the little “black” book that kept track of the covert network I’d been setting up. I wanted to see who we had positioned in North Belfast, that was the one area I hadn’t completed my plan for.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I reached the end of the corridor I was in and pulled out a small mirror and checked round the corner looked like one guard at the end. Slowly, not letting my boots make a sound on the hard concrete floor, I snuck forward. Blade in hand I get to a striking point and then with practiced ease I snake my left out and grab round his head and cover his mouth as I stab up and forward into his back right into one of his kidneys. Pulling him back as his struggles fade I drag him along the corridor until I can hide his corpse. I wipe my blade clean on his jacket and move forward, keeping my blade out now that I have encountered my first guard. I am sure there will be more. As I hit the next junction I turn down it a little too quickly and run into a guard as he steps forward. Damn I got cocky. I sweep my leg out and take him out at the knee and as I do so I grab his head and slam it into the ground hard. As he is stunned I drive the blade of my knife up under his chin to quickly end his life. FUCK. I almost ended the mission before it began. A handy side room enables me to stuff his body in there but it may be discovered.

10:21 AgentTomDavis:Deeper into the complex I stalk, now being more cautious and making sure I don’t run into any more guards. It seems oddly quiet. Where are they all? Surely Buckles hasn't launched the op already? I thought of radioing Shamus and warning him, but I didn't bring one as I don't need someone trying to contact me and the darn thing sounding off. Where would all of the men be? Unless he has them out getting ready. Maybe I have caught him at JUST the right time. Can my luck be that good? I reach an area of the base that looks a little more official, but this area is breezy as fuck. Must be a crack in the walls here. A large set of double doors lies ahead and I crack one slightly to see a large room, what looks to be a large office. Tables strewn about with papers all over and on a desk on the far side, a PC. I need to check it out. And then I turn my vision and see 2 more guards. I can't do this quick enough with my blade here so I sheath it and pull my silenced handgun. Taking a deep breath I bull through the door and take 4 shots. 2 into each of the guards. 1 body, 1 head. Thank fuck I trained in this type of tactic with Steel and Ivan. I don't want to risk someone having heard them crumple so I head to the PC quickly and start to look through the files for the black book.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I reach the double doors that lead to my operations center. I keep my black book, a literal black book, with all the operatives written down. These days, the wheel has come full circle, and in my opinion, it’s actually safer to keep our most sensitive information on paper, where it can’t be copied or hacked, and where no one would think to look for it. I enter the double doors, and instantly I’m in a combat zone. I see two dead bodies and a young fucker sitting at the antique PC we use for basic record keeping. Instantly, my glock is out, I’m diving behind a table, and send some shots towards this mystery man. One of the bullets slams into the old CRT monitor, sending up a shower of sparks. I’m a deadeye marksman, but when it comes to firing as I’m diving, even I’m a little challenged, but he isn’t going to come rushing my way anytime soon, and hell, maybe I got lucky. I’m wearing my buckle today, after all.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I sit looking for this fucking file for a minute or so before I hear the door swing open. Well damn my luck, and not sure if good or bad right now, if it isn't Buckle himself. As he sees the 2 bodies, he reacts and dives, shots ring out around me and I duck quickly behind the desk. I hear the monitor I was just at, explode in sparks and thank my reflexes once more. I have my vest on but don't want to risk a stray shot so I quickly grab the edge of the desk and heave it up and over, scattering stuff on the desk onto the floor and giving myself a little cover. I haul out my own handgun and fire off a few shots at where he was diving towards. “Matt McKaine if I am not mistaken? Well now I guess you can answer my questions directly. Your little pal Liam was not being very cooperative, so I thought why not come to the source himself. So, will you be a nice little cowbitch and tell me where your little black book is, or do I have to make you tell me?”

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I hear a crash and see some papers go flying by. Smart move, upending the desk for better cover. I hear a few shots ping and gouge into the cheap particle board table. I got one brief look at him, before bullets started flying, but that was enough to tell me he was dressed for serious business, wearing what I judged was a black kevlar or carbon fibre bulletproof. Engaging him with my gun was not gonna get the job done. I listen to him in amazement, is this fucking asshole off his goddamned rocker? He sounds like a cartoon villain, is he for real? Well, it shortly wouldn’t matter. Soon he would be dead. At least we knew what happened to Liam. I hoped it was quick, for his sake. This operative sounded young, too young to be in this business. I wondered if this was Derek’s new bitch boy. He knew who I was, and that wasn’t good. Time to make some educated guesses. I called back, “Got tired of sucking Derek’s cock and decided to go into business for yourself? Or is Daddy Derek getting too old to do his own dirty work? After I give you a very thorough case of dead, I’ll make sure and send pictures of your corpse back to Derek.” I holstered my glock then, and picked up the table, my combat-trained muscles flexing smoothly as I lifted it. I ran forward with the table in hand, using it as a shield, I heaved it the last couple of feet, hoping it would crash on top of Derek’s bitch, as I vaulted over the upturned desk, ready to pick up the pieces.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: As my shots ping around the big Texan lug, I wait for returning fire, then he speaks up and sends a stream of questions and insults my way. I chuckle at them and then I hear a table screech as it is moved and peek over the edge. Holy fuck! I think as I see this beast lift the table and charge at me like I wasn't shooting at him. I get off a few quick shots but hitting the table isn't going to help me here. I make a choice and dart round the side of the upturned desk as I hear the table he was carrying slam into where I just was and as I get round the side of it, I see my opponent vault over and land hard, his boots stomping down where I had been but seconds before. I go to raise my gun but fuck if I hadnt dropped it in the scuffle to get round this side. Fine then. I would do this the old fashioned way. I kick out at the top of the desk and using the power that I have developed over the years studying and training with Derek, I send it forward into the back of my opponents legs. As I do I surge forward and reach over the desk to grab at his shoulders and neck and haul back, looking to pull him back over it and slam him into the ground. “Hey bitch boy, I am over here” I call out as I grab hold.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: The table smashes into the floor, but there is no sign of our young scumbag. FUCK, he moved fast. I start to turn, he must have darted around the side of the upturned desk when that same desk rocks back, slamming into the backs of my legs. FUCK… I stumble forward, and feel a massive hard-muscled arm wrap around my neck from behind, hauling my heavy 220 pounds of solid Cowboy muscle backwards, forcing me to relax and go with the big over-muscled testosterone flooded kid. SHIT he’s a strong one. He’s fast too, but I’m no fucking slouch. He calls out in my ear, and just as he pulls me far enough over that my boots make contact with the surface of the desk, I shove back suddenly, my huge thighs rippling with hard power to overbalance him, while I throw my elbow back, looking to fucking clip him hard in the side of his head.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: As my fingers latch onto the thick bull neck and shoulders of this man and I heave back, I turn my hips into it to ensure maximum force when he lands. Then I hear the desk go careening back and he surges forward in my grasp. My head down to aid in the hip toss is all that saves me from the elbow I feel whip past my head. Fuck, Steel warned me not to underestimate this man, and damn if I didnt almost do just that. I slam him down to the concrete floor as much as I can and with the added force he skids out of my grasp a little and I stagger forward. Shaking my head at this unexpected move from the powerhouse, I use the stagger to move with him and as he slides to a halt I drop my knee down towards where his arm is and aim my right fist at that cocky, smug looking, ginger bearded face. No words this time, just a grunt as I drive down hard.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: My elbow misses the bastard, and I can feel that my heavy shove unbalanced the muscled young bitch boy enough to wreck his attempt to hip toss me. I hit the concrete floor hard though, and rolled a few feet, picking up some more bruises, but I’ve had worse getting bucked off a bronco, this ain’t shit. That little prick was about to see just what a McKaine man was all about. The fucking prick comes after me though, he recovered his balance fucking fast. He’s good. Very good. This is going to be quite the fight. His knee is headed down for my arm, and his fist is headed for my jaw, but I’m not in any mood to be his fucking punching bag today.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I twist my hips, opening my legs, rotating my body out of the way, spinning like a top on the hard concrete, letting his knee crash down on the concrete instead of my arm, and whipping my head out of the way of his fist. I grunt, looking to take advantage of his stunned state to snap my legs closed around his waist. Once I’ve got the muscled young fucker locked up in my guard, I’ll break him, brutally.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: Fuck, this man is Good. Don't wanna respect him but a spark starts. As I slam my knee down he is already moving out of the way, spinning like some fucking breakdancer. How does he move like that at his age? Maybe dodging the cows he is trying to get his cock in as they turn on him. Thank fuck for the padding in the knees of my gear. It still jars up my legs a little and my fist smashes into the ground and I grimace. Then he completes a spin and his legs lash out and try to grab round my core. Oh not on my watch fucker. I watch as the thick cording in his thighs ripples under the fabric of his trousers and fuck if my cock doesnt start to thicken at the power he must have there. But not the power I want wrapped around me, crushing me. I grab his knee as his legs look to latch on and apply pressure to the joint, right where the nerves are clustered on both sides of the kneecap.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: With one hand crushing the joint, I lunge forward and throw a heavy right hand down towards his jaw to rock him and try to step out of the crush and then I reach down for his sidearm. I need to either get it from him and make him talk, or get it away from him or this could turn against me real fast.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: My hard-muscled thighs start to lock around this insanely strong young international terrorist, but someone, no doubt Steel, has trained him brutally and well, he grabs my knees and stabs his thumb into the nerve cluster on the side of my joints, causing my legs to spasm.. Fuck, he is fast, I’m beginning to realize I’m in a right proper, down-country balls to the wall brawl with this bastard. No cake walk. Well fuck, time to teach Steel’s bitch boy why you don’t fuck with a McKaine.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: He lunges forward past my spasming legs, his fist leading the charge, I block him with my forearms raised up, my hard-trained body responding like the well-oiled fighting machine I’ve trained it to be. I feel him slide forward out of my guard, then reach down for my glock, and that’s a very bad idea. My left arm shoots forward and seizes his right ankle as he reaches down for my glock, and I yank, pulling it out from under him, that gives me enough time to reach my glock with my right hand before he does, and I start to draw it. I’m fucking fast on the draw, one bullet, and this is all over.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: Freed from his legs and I breathe a sigh of relief as my fist sails down at his cocky, smug looking face. Shit he is fast, my fist blocked and his forearms feel like corded steel as my hand bounces off and I grunt in my dismay. Then I realise I fucked up as he pulls me off balance and his hand goes for his sidearm. Shit he was probably practicing his quick draw ready for shoot outs at the OK corral or some such bullshit. But that doesnt stop the danger I am now in as I see his hand close round the grip and start to take a bead on me.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: Fuck that, I did not come here to end up a smear of blood on some backwoods hick of a mans wall. I use the momentum I have already and rather than try and grab the gun I extend my hand into a blade and chop up into the wrist and push it out and away from me, I twist my hand around the wrist as I push it away and crush down into the joint. As I do this I let myself fall down and slam my head down at his face to pull his focus elsewhere. Got to get the fuckers gun away from him and take him down. I will NOT let Steel down. No fucking way!

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I might be fast on the draw, but fuck me, this goddamn bitch boy of Steel’s is no joke, his hand chops my wrist, as he recovers his balance. He slams my wrist down hard to the floor, crushing into my joint, as I fight to maintain my grip on the gun. He’s past my guard now, and that is fucking dangerous. I grunt in pain, and bring my left arm up to protect my face as his head plummets down towards me. Let him bash his nose on my forearm. I heave hard, and twist, bucking from my hips, seeking to throw his bastard off me.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I keep crushing that wrist as I slam my head down at his nose. FUCK. All I hit is his forearm and that isn't the best feeling. As I do I lift his wrist and slam it down into the concrete, gotta make him drop his damn piece or this will be a very short encounter. Once more I slam it down as I then feel his hips bucking under me. Using my free hand I slug down at his liver as his guard is up. Wrestling was never my strong suit but learning on the job here. Bring my knee in towards his ribs as I slam that wrist down once more. Fucking hell this cunt is a beast!

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: He keeps slamming my wrist to the ground over and over as I focus on trying to buck him off. He’s resisting me, fighting hard. I growl, and despite my best efforts, the fucking bastard makes me drop my sidearm, it goes skittering off to the side, under a table. Whatever else Derek’s bitch boy might be, he’s one strong mother fucker. He slams his fist down deep into my liver as I’m guarding my head, and the shot spears me, making every muscle in my body give a spasm as knives of agony cut me up from the inside. FUCK… getting gored by a bull don’t hurt as much. I want to curl up and puke, but there ain’t no time for that. Instead, my right hand, now that it’s not holding a gun, reaches up and grabs the kids left wrist. Then my hand shoots up and seizes the collar of his top. I plant my left boot hard, and keeping control of his left hand to keep him from putting the brakes on, I heave up, using my double grip to throw the fucking big lug off me finally, to smash into the table off beside us. I stagger up, holding my liver, eyes flashing, rage burning. “Gonna rip your nuts off sonny boy, and send them back to Steel in a nice little box.”

10:21 AgentTomDavis: YES. His gun is out of his hand and clatters across the ground and under one of the tables. I release his hand to go for another strike to his body with this hand now. No fucking WAY. His hand snatches up like a cobra and grabs my left hand. How is he this fucking fast? I struggle but then his guarding hand grabs me and I suddenly get thrust up and to the side. I grunt loudly as my back slams into the desk I had overturned and I hear it crack…..at least I think it was the desk. The carbon fibre shirt that Derek had made for me protects me somewhat but the wind is driven from me as I struggle up and stand, chest heaving. I smirk as he spouts his threats at me and then spit down at his feet. “Come on then you cow-fucking, pig-sucking son of a bitch. You think you can huh?” With that I raise my fists and move forward, weight on my back foot as I keep my breathing even, now I have recovered it. I move slowly as he matches me and then I throw my left leg out in a side kick aimed at his gut, but then as it gets closer I let my weight shift back and as it lifts I hook it out and then back in towards the fuckers face. Let's see how he takes this!

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: Derek’s bitch boy crashes through the table as I throw him off me, but he doesn’t stay down long. He’s back up to his feet in record time. My eyes narrow as I assess him. Strong, fit, determined. One of the toughest bastards I’ve faced in a long time. But that’s not gonna save him. I trained to put scum like him six feet under. My ancestor was a Texas ranger, and made his fame taking out bandits and outlaws, and now the tradition has continued all the way down to me. I grunt, and surge forward, circling him, fists raised. I’m about to launch a combo when that left leg of his snaps out for the side of my gut, I drop my right down, elbow tucked against my ribs to block, when suddenly, in a maneuver I’ve never seen before, he adjusts the trajectory and his heavy combat boot crunches savagely across my jaw.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I didn’t have time to react, and my skull explodes with agony, knives cutting deep into my brain, spots dancing in front of my eyes. My whole bearded jaw is savagely snapped to one side, a spray of blood coating the wrecked furniture, along with one of my teeth. I stagger backwards, my legs going wobbly. I keep up right only from sheer mother fucking determination. I focus through the pain, backing off, needing space to get my bearings after a blow like that, but I’m far from done. The pain from that brutal kick only fires me up. I’ve got this. I’ll take him…. A McKaine doesn’t lose. Doesn’t happen.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I watch as this aggressive, fighting man drops his elbow just as I wanted him to. The flat of my foot not even landing as I shift, chamber the leg back a little and boom. It is almost a work of art as his jaw leads the way, his head following and then his body. The arc of blood sends shock waves of pleasure and adrenaline throughout my body and I let them surge through me. The fucker staggers to the side and back and I grin as I know what must be going through his head. That fucker hurts, learned it from a nasty little fucker that Steel employed. He taught me a bunch before I had to end him to keep him from talking about us. That was a tough fucker. And then the fight juice surges once more as I see blood dripping from his mouth as he recovers and stands panting. But wait, does he think I am just gonna stand here and let him recover. Hell No!!

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I plant my back foot and push off it and rush forward, looking to capitalise on him being hurt and possibly a little stunned right now. I close the gap in a second and using that momentum I swing my right boot into a kick aimed at this fuckers knee joint. “Take the legs and a man cant stand to face you”....Another of Steels word of wisdom, but an accurate one. As my foot starts to land I am already throwing a heavy right hook, body twisting into it as my own movements and speed add to the force. Slamming it across where his ribs are now, or his head will be if the kick brings him down some. Either way, this fucker is mine!

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: As I try to get my bearings, try to deal with the sudden and monumental throbbing inferno of pain in my jaw, Steel’s bitch boy surges forward. Blood is leaking out of my mouth in a steady stream, and my eyes are crossed. I don’t have anywhere near enough time to pull it together before he’s on me. But fuck that shit. Fucking fuck that shit. I’ll make the time, I’ll have this bastard.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I have a whole generation of McKaine fighters behind me. I focus with a monumental effort and will. Determination and adrenaline flooding my system, fighting to counteract the shock of that brutal kick. I shift my weight to my left, and pivot, moving my right leg out of harm’s way, can’t afford to have my leg taken out. But fuck, he is coming at me hard, sending a heavy right hook right into my ribs. To avoid that kick, I fucking pivoted right into that punch. The blow lands like a sledgehammer, cratering my hard, muscled side, sending out an agonizing nova of knifing pain cutting deep into my core. I stagger hard to the side, blood leaking out of my mouth, my ribs feeling savagely brutalized. Nothing broken… but I can’t take many hits like that.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: Desperate, my hand holding my bruised ribs, sucking wind down through my bleeding mouth, I kick out hard into the ruins of the desk, sending them towards Derek’s bitch boy, looking to trip him up. On the back of that, I lunge forward, hoping he’ll be too focused trying to keep his footing to defend against my assault. I leap up, off of one leg, sending a flying knee directly towards his solar plexus, cocking my fist, and smashing it with every ounce of force I have for his jaw as I soar.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: FUCK, my leg snaps past his knee as the fucker shows, once again, why he was sent here. He is a dangerous man, one that I need to destroy. But also, a man that can make a mistake. My hook lands flush and I feel my fist crunch into his ribs. Did I break any? Fucking hope so. He staggers away and to the side as I pull back my punch and assume a guarded boxing stance once more. The energy of the fight now pulsing through every fibre of my body, my brain alight in adrenal fire as I chuckle to myself. I hurt him with that shot. I lick my lips as I start to move in on him once more. Almost stalking him with predatory movements.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I step in on him, watching him flounder and kick out. I am not over there you fucker, I think to myself and then as I step once more I stumble and stagger forward a step. NO, he aimed the remains of the damn desk at me. I start to catch myself, anger adding to the fight rage within. Anger at myself for not paying attention, I have been trained better than this. I right myself and start to stand up and I realise he is coming at me, lifting off the ground as his knee slams into my tensed core. Tensed, but that is a lot of weight behind it and I double up a little around his crushing attack. Coughing a little as I do. And then I look up as his fist descends like an executioner's blade and rocks my jaw. Blood and spit fly from my mouth as my head rocks to the side and I slam down onto one knee.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: My core throbs with pain and my jaw answers with its own tempo and beat of pulsing agony. I reach up with one hand, the other propping me up, and feel my jaw. Not broken, I am made of tougher stuff than that as he will fucking learn, but there is blood leaking from my mouth. I slowly, painfully stand up and spit a wad of bloody spit down at the feet of my opponent. I crack my neck and rub my jaw as I pant. Watching him. I am not going to lose this. I need this to build my reputation. I AM going to be the right hand man of Derek Steel and I WILL fucking end this man for standing in my way. My fists slowly come up and I nod at you.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: My ruse works. Fucking Ranger training 101, situational awareness. In a battle, your environment is just as deadly a weapon as your fists, your feet, and your gun. I catch him flush with the flying knee, and fucking pay that bastard back in spades for the bomb he unloaded in my jaw. I’m treated to the sight of his blood spraying out, as he staggers back. I land, nearly stuffing my landing, as I fight with every ounce of my will to keep my balance, still rocked by that goddamn sledgehammer to my jaw, and not helped by the screaming, thunderous agony throbbing in my fucked up ribs. He nods at me, as he watches me carefully. I come in, circling low, focusing through the throbbing pain ripping into my jaw and ribs, shoving it into a corner, and entering deep, deep into the zone, senses heightened, reflexes honed razor sharp, muscles flexing and rippling, yet relaxed. Just like wrangling a bull down home on the ranch. It’s no different. He’ll make another mistake, and then I’ll finish him.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I lunge forward suddenly, staying upright till the last possible second, before dropping low, going for a basic wrestling maneuver. I’d learned to my cost the power of this Syndicate bastard’s fist and feet. But if I could get him to the ground, I’d pound fuck out of him. I lunge forward, driving my shoulder into his core, my head off to the side of his obliques, my arms looking to wrap his massive quad up tight, driving hard, gonna plant this fucker hard to his back.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: My guard raised, I watch him steady himself and I raise my hand to my jaw once more. Probing that spot he nailed me, already started to swell a little. My mouth widens into a grin. This is what I wanted, those few years back. I wanted the danger, the fights. I left my family to seek out this kind of life, and here I was, engaged in a fight to the death for secrets that would enable me and my organisation to cripple our foes. Damn if only my old family could see me now. The pain in my abs and jaw pulls me back out of my thoughts and I bring myself back into this moment. The man facing me is a seasoned killer. I have killed a few sure but he does it as easily as breathing. Now I must take him down, or be his next “meal”. I plant my back foot and start to move. OH SHIT. I think he is going to strike at me and keep up our slugfest but his shoulder into my already aching gut has me grunting in pain and takes the breath out of me. A bloody spray permeates the air over his back as I cough and sputter.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I allow my reflexes to rule the show for a second as my body, freshly trained in various skills and styles, almost reacts on its own as I snake my arm down and grab his head going for a side headlock as I hold him in place. My feet plant harder and I lower the centre of my gravity as I hunker down, tensing those aching abs to the point of adding more pain. I manage to stop his advance and lift and push back against him. Now two bulls fighting for dominance. I heave with all the power in these legs of mine and try to force him back a step, then another. Trying to throw him off balance and then I twist my core and pull forward at the same time, looking to take him down and get on top of him

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: Derek’s bitch is not only a brutal striker, he knows his ground fighting as well. He stuffs my attempt to take him down with skill, catching my head in a side headlock, and driving his boots back behind him to give him the base he needs to resist my attempt to heave up on his leg. He pushes back against me, and starts driving me backwards. FUCK… So much fucking power in this deadly Syndicate agent. He drives my boots back, and I feel him start to twist, using the leverage of his side headlock to try and throw ME to the floor!!! It’s the same technique I’d use to wrestle a bull, but Matt McKaine is way fucking smarter than a goddamn bull.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: Pain lancing through my jaw, my ribs, blood leaking out of my mouth. I need to fucking win this, by any means neccessary. My ribs are protesting, I can’t keep him from tossing me down for long. So my right hand snakes down the front of his waistband on his combat trousers, beneath all the layers, and fucking SEIZES his goddamn nuts, grabs, and TWISTS. With my other hand I shoot it up, looking to wedge it between his forearm and my neck, to create some space to keep the headlock from becoming a choke. Then, with a roar, I’ve got the bastard by the balls, I shove forward into him, hoping the stunning effect of my assault on his crown jewels will give me the edge I need to knock this bastard down.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: Struggle between two big men becomes an intense battle. Both of us struggling, grunting. I feel him falling back and I grit my teeth and keep up the assault, keeping his head trapped and then my mouth drops. I utter a wordless yelp as this dirty fucking texan piece of shit reaches into my trousers. I try to move to stop it but I am putting all my effort into winning this shoving contest. He grabs my balls and twists on them “MOTHERFUCKING BITCH!!” I scream as his arm shoves up and between his neck and my forearm on his throat. It feels like my nuts are in a vice he has them in that strong a grip. I should have known this cunt would use dirty shit when he couldn't outfight me. I should have fucking known.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I reach down and clamp on his elbow and dig my fingers into the nerve clusters there to send spasms down his arm to try and make him let go and pull up on his arm to get it out of my trousers. My yelp from the ball work becomes a roar of surprise as he then powers into me and, off balance as I am, I fall back. As I fall, I let myself go limp, except for the grip on his head and I tuck my legs up under me and use my grip on his elbow and the lever of his neck and roll backwards as I hit, back screaming in pain but that wonderful padded shirt of Dereks, saves me from major damage once more. Using my legs as I hit and roll, I power him up and over me, his elbow and head the extra push up and off me and into the remains of the desk. I lay and massage my balls for a second before rolling and getting onto all fours. Panting and aching all over. Fuckl I can see why Steel called this a test. I look for my opponent as I start to get up to my feet.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I hold on with a fucking death grip, determined to take this Syndicate bitch boy of Steel’s down and out. Generations of McKaine’s stand behind me, and I’ve spent my life training how to fight, and there is no fucking way a beardless boy is going to take me down. He reaches for my elbow, digging in his fingers, going for the nerve holds, but I keep twisting and bucking my arm, not letting go of his balls, going to crush them if I have to. I snarl, “I’ll rip your fucking balls off boy, and shove them up your ass.” My surge powers into him, and I knock him back. Now, I’ll fucking smash him. But again, this brute of a man shows his training. How the hell can a man as young as he is be so fucking well trained? He goes with my tackle, and uses his grip on my head, and the momentum of my takedown, to flip me up and over his body, ripping my hands free of his nuts, and I crash down hard into the wooden wreckage of the desk. That fucking … hurt. My ribs are screaming at me, my jaw still leaking blood, my body has taken a hefty chunk of battle damage.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I can hear his pants though, and I know I’ve hurt the bastard. I sit up, fighting through the pain, focusing on the pain, embracing it. Now we were at the point in the fight that separated the men from the boys. In a fight like this, a man had to be able to battle his own pain as much as defeat his opponent. Generations of McKaine men had proven that point. I sat up, then stood up, with the creaking of broken wood beneath me. Hard muscled chest heaving, hard Texan biceps pumped and thick as baseballs, I waded back into the fight, not giving a fucking inch. I pressed the young fucker hard, reaching out with my hands to seize his shoulders, shooting forward with a surge of grim determination. Holding him in a Muay Thai clinch, my hands locked behind his thick neck, I began to savagely pump my knee up, seeking out his abs, seeking to compound the damage my flying knee had caused. I groan, mastering my pain, using my battle-hardened, seasoned, veteran muscle to yank him back and forth, trying to keep him off balance to let my knees smash up and fuck up his core.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: THANK FUCK. My balls released and they throb as I rub them and slowly get back up to my feet. Chest heaving as the adrenaline pumps through my body, helping with the pain, but also sapping my strength too. Double edged sword that every fighter, no matter how tough they are, has to deal with. Steel has trained me to let the pain wash over me but fuck that is hard right now. Core aching and bruised, jaw throbbing and now the burning, nausea inducing pain from my nuts…….But I can push through this. Not going to let a cow fucking, bull sucking cowboy with size issues, if his belt buckle is anything to go by, beat me. Not in my first solo mission. If I lose this then I will never be looked at in the same light again. I have to power through and put this asshole away. I stand fully and see him getting up, moving a little slower, well aint that a fuckng relief, and then he raises his fists and comes in at me and gets me in a fucking muay thai headlock, keeping me close and those knees. FUCK. I grunt under the power of the first and manage to stop myself throwing up the potato cakes and eggs that pup made me for breakfast.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: Oh hell this cunt is not taking me at my own fucking game. On the ground he might have an edge, but I will not let him take me in a stand up fight. I can feel him tugging on my neck, trying to throw me from side to side, disorient me. I stagger a step and another knee lands, but I manage to tense up a little. Still hurts though. I wrap my own arms around his neck and haul him forward as he relaxes a little to then try to move me to the other side. Heave him forward and raise my own knee up and towards his gut. Grunting and cursing as I do. Throwing it hard. Putting all the rage, the anger, the pain and the sheer need to win this and prove myself in the Syndicates ranks. As I pull back and set for another knee, I chuckle. “Turn about is fair play…..bitch!” I mutter into his ear and this time pull my knee back and pull him down and forward as I haul my knee up and forward…..right into his tightly packed, denim encased balls

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: Growling savagely determined to break this fucker, I land a solid, heavy knee, driving deep into his core, despite that fancy ass fucking combat top he is wearing, it lands, and lands hard. I land another as I toss him off balance, only a matter of time till I batter his tough core into pulp. Then, he heaves me forward, catching me in the sweet spot between my attempts to keep him off balance, getting his own clinch locked in over my arms. I grunt, focusing with a hard lasered, combat-trained intensity, cutting through the pain. I start to open up my grip around his neck, to knock his hands off my neck, when the fast fucking asshole sneaks a knee up to savage my armoured abs. Luckily, it wasn’t on my left side, where my ribs are still screaming warnings at me. I grunt slightly, feeling the ache spread through my core, but my armoured abs hold.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: Knocks me hard though, forces me to fight to regain my balance, and lets another knee sneak in. My eyes cross, this one is aimed right at my fucking crown jewels, I twist my thigh in a last ditch effort to protect my manhood, but I only partially block the blow, and my baby makers take a fucking pounding. I feel that sense of sick nausea flooding the pit of my gut, and my body spasms briefly in his grip, but I’ll be fucked if I give into the desire to empty my breakfast. Too much at stake. With a roar, drawing deep from the well of my strength and will, I show this little bastard exactly why I’m one of the CCS’s top field agents. I force my arms out in a surge of strength, opening up the brute’s grip, sending his arms off my shoulders, then with a grim, quick surge of savagery, I pull my left hand back towards my body, and twist from the hips, slicing my elbow in towards the young fucker’s jaw.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I catch him good and his grunt only spurs me on more, any pain I cause this fucker has me leaking in my combat trousers. He goes for my babymakers and wants to stop me fulfilling my destiny of being the second in command to the best fucking dark agent around. FUCK NO. My second shot has him looking decidedly green, ha now the fucker knows my pain, and I start to shake him. Going to rattle him up and make him squeak like a fucking dog toy. Hell might even give him to the pup for a few hours before I finish the contract and end his sorry fucking life. But first I need to get in charge of this fight and take him down once and for all. Shit, my arms blasted up and out, sending my guard wide and I’m open like a Chinese takeaway on xmas. There is no way he can still have reserves. I mean I am young, fit, prime of my life…..this fucker is old and should be put out to pasture like the stud he is. And fuck it, he is a stud, one I will breed hard when I am done.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: My arms flail out and for a moment I think I might be done, but instinct takes over again. The drills I was made to do over and over and over, make me react without thought and I duck and sway to the side. Fucking good thing as that elbow would have had me reeling hard. I feel it clip the top of my skull and it is enough to halt my momentum to the side and rattle me a little. Still panting, digging deep into my reserves to take this man down. A grudging respect growing, but not enough for me to stop. As his elbows clips me and sails over me, I bring my elbow back and cock my fist, I surge up with an uppercut aiming for his left ribs as they are open and primed for an assault. I yell as I put so much into this. Roaring like a beast as my fist comes up “FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER!” I scream. I need to stop him and find out where the fuck this black book is. I HAVE TO……..

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: HOW THE FUCK does this young bastard move so fucking fast? Despite me throwing his guard wide open, Steel’s young protege ducks and pivots, so my elbow only clips the top of his head. Too late… Too fucking late I see what he’s gonna do. See it with perfect clarity. Time seems to slow down as my left arm rockets past, way out of position, my throbbing, fucked ribs wide open. And sure enough, the heavily muscled international criminal surges up, switches levels, powering a devastating uppercut with his whole body, spearing me deep in my left side like a fucking harpoon. There is a sickening CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHH as that fist detonates into my left hand ribs. My entire body seems to cave in, folding over that invading fist. I feel the ribs, several of them crack, and a savage spray of blood erupts from my mouth, coating this unbelievably powerful brute. Pain sears deep into my guts, up my spine, turning my brain on fire as I am gagging on my own blood. I stagger backwards. My left hand instinctively covers the savage wound on my left side. Blood starts seeping through, turning my shirt on the left side a damp red. I nearly pass out from the agony.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: But too much is at stake. Too fucking much. I spit up some more blood, and dig down deeper than I ever have before. I’m a fucking McKaine. Generations of my family have fought to preserve the law, to defend our country, to put men like this bastard down. No way I’m giving up. I sway, and it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I stand up straight as agony slices my side, throbbing like a bonfire that is raging out of control. I lash out grimly with my right boot, willing everything I have left into a kick, aimed at his left kneecap, following that up with a step forward, forcing my left hand away from my dented side, comboing my crippling strike with an uppercut aimed right underneath his hard jaw. There is no fucking quit in me.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: My fist connects, more than that, it sinks deep. I feel his muscles being forced back under the assault of my hammer-like fist, the ribs behind the hard battle trained cords of sinew and flesh cracking and breaking. I rejoice as I HEAR the loud crack and see his mouth open wide in shock. His life blood, his essence sprays over my face as he coughs violently as his body spasms. My fist retracts and I step back and watch this powerful individual, the fucking stud of a man, grab his side and moan. Blood leaks around his hand and I realise I must have punctured the skin…..with his own ribs. I cant control the rush of lust and violent desire that pulses through me at the sight. If I didnt have to finish him, and he wasnt a fucking lawman, I would jump him and drive him to the ground and pound his sorry arse into next week. Maybe once he is finished for sure. The expression on his face alters from extreme pain, to rage and then to a quiet look. A determined look. And then he moves once more. How the fuck do I put this…...this…...MACHINE down?

10:21 AgentTomDavis: His legs comes up aiming right into my kneecap. I step back as quickly as I can with the fatigue that is starting to set in. Steel's rule nine thousand or something floating through my head. “The fight isnt over until your opponent is dead…...or you are”. My leg stamps down as his swings wide of my knee and with that twist and change of position I watch as his fist still comes in and snaps into my cheek, right below my eye. I feel the skin rip and blood start to ooze down the side of my face. I stagger to the side from the force of the blow. Barely keeping my feet and using the wall of the office to stay standing. I slowly push off, chest heaving, body aching, and turn to face this Goliath of a man. “Fuck you are a tough cunt McKaine.” I say between pants, getting air back into my lungs. “Just fucking tell me where the damn black book is and I will let you live” I watch him as I speak and move slowly, arms out at my sides as I approach slowly, trying to show my willingness to talk. I see him hesitant, I need to make my move now. As I take one more step I shift my weight to the side, faking a stagger and then recover and swing a huge overhand right aimed for his jaw.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: Gotta focus… Gotta stay on top of him. No quarter. It’s him or me now. He evades my kick to the knee, but only just. And my uppercut nails his cheek, cutting him open, and staggering him hard. I might be hurt, and hurt bad, but he’s slowing down too. I can still take him. I’ve got my belt buckle. A McKaine never loses a fight when he’s wearing his buckle. Through seven generations of McKaine’s that’s been true. And it will be true today. My will hardens, and I master the pain, embracing it, feeling almost light-headed, but with a focus and intensity I’ve never reached before. Every single moment seems to stretch out, time slowing down. Every breath I take sends thunderbolts of agony through my hard-muscled, combat-forged, cowboy-built body. And I ride each thunderbolt as though it were a wild bronco, mastering it in time to take the next one on.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I stagger towards him, teeth gritted, a steady stream of blood dripping out of my mouth. He staggers into the wall, and pushes off, coming back at me. I snarl, “C’mon mother fucker, let me show you how we handle your kinda scum in Texas.” He opts though for something unexpected. He wants to fucking negotiate? Is he fucking serious? The CCS doesn’t negotiate with the Syndicate. Never. I’d die first. He mentions the black book, and in my heightened state, focusing on controlling the pain, I make a mistake. My eyes dart, briefly, to the floor where my black book lay next to the rubble of the desk. I feel a knot of fear twist in my gut, turning my glance into a racking cough to hide my error, blood spraying out. So that’s what they are after. The network. The fucking network of informers we’ve built up, the network that has provided us with the intel we need to launch our sweep of Shamus and his goons, to cripple the Syndicate. We are relying on those men, some of them we’ve planted inside Shamus’s operation, to pull this strike off. The stakes just got higher. My eyes narrow.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: Time to strike. C’mon Matt, you got this bull. Time to fucking take him down. I surge forward, seeing my chance as the bull staggers, I cock my right fist, riding those wild stallions of agony stampeding through my body with each breath, but suddenly, out of nowhere, the mother fucker’s massive right hand rockets towards me. I fight hard, dig deep to stop my momentum, to raise my left hand. What the fuck… my left hand had drifted down to protect my shattered side, my right was wide open. I fought to find the strength to duck… to lean back, I fought to gather the will to force my battle-damaged body to obey, and then suddenly, my jaw took that young fucker’s fist flush. My head snaps brutally to the right, a savage explosion of blood spraying out of my mouth as my handsome jaw fractures, swelling instantly. Before I know what the fuck is what I’m on the ground, lost in a fog of agony. My brain ain’t working so well.. Everything hurts… but there is one imperative… Keep fighting. Never quit. Shakily, I start to push myself up off the ground. Gotta keep fighting. I got this. I’ve got the buckle… A McKaine never loses a fight if he’s wearing the buckle.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I watch McKaines eyes dart to what is left of the desk, could it be IN the desk? Was I not looking for a computer programme? Could it be as simple as an ACTUAL black book? Surely they wouldn't entrust all that data, all the names, places, INFORMATION that could lead to the crippling of their organisation……..to a damn BOOK. He tries to cover with a cough, but I saw the look. My eyes focussed on his face, and handsome it is, even with the blood dripping from it and the pained look…..that might actually help actually. No, now is not the time. I swing my fist as hard as I can and he is moving in on ME. But I see the confusion on his face, his body not functioning like it should and my fist smashes into his jaw. I see the pain wash over him in a wave that sends a shock through my hand, might have broken a finger there but that is nothing compared to the other pain accumulated and the sense that finally I might have him. Finally I can take him down and make him suffer and tell me where the damn information was.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: He hits the deck and I watch as he slowly rolls in pain. I take a moment to adjust my swollen balls in my trousers, check on the cut on my cheek and keep an eye on this beast. His hand strays down to his buckle, that oversized piece of shit that he had in the pic I was shown…...wait was it only a week ago? This fight feels like it has been an eternity, locked in struggle with a demon who keeps getting back up. His hand slowly caresses the buckle and I think I hear him muttering. Almost like a mantra, but I cant make it out. Then he starts to stand. No fucking WAY. There is no way he can stand after that punch. I have floored bigger men with that shot and they did NOT get back up. Is he even a fucking man? Maybe he is my darkness, the darkness that I sought coming to the Syndicate, come to haunt me. NO. I shake off these stupid thoughts and as he gets up onto his hands and knees I walk over, slowly, achingly, and reach forward and grab a handful of his ginger blonde hair in my fist.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I lift his head, making him look at me as I hold him in my grasp. “How are you so fucking tough? Damn it man, why wont you stay DOWN?” And with that I power my other fist into his cheek…..I hold onto his hair still and repeat the punch, and then once more for good measure. I release his head and take a step back and away. Watching the blood drip, watching his body. I have to have hurt him enough now. I need that info for fucks sake. And then I have a thought. I step backwards, slowly, carefully, eyes on him the whole time until I reach the destroyed desk. I watch him out of the corner of my eye as I look around on the ground. There. A book, an ACTUAL FUCKING BLACK BOOK. I pick it up and thumb through it briefly and see names, Shamus’s name, as well as some of the guys This is IT!!! I walk back over and wave it in his face. “You put it in a REAL book?”

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: Fight Matt… Fucking fight… You fucking got this.. I raise up shakily, when suddenly a hand darts out and grabs my blonde hair, ripping my head back. I hear something, words spoken from the end of a long tunnel. I blink, start to raise my fists, when CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHh… CRUNCHHHHHHHHHH… CRUNCHHHHHHHHHH… someone hits me with a fucking hammer in my face, three blows, each one fucking me up further, my broken jaw sending sheer and utter agony lancing through my brain. My body spasms with those blows, blood flowing from cuts on my face, from my mouth. I’m missing teeth. He lets go of my head and I fall flat to the floor, only just on this side of consciousness. There is something I gotta do… right… protect the book… kill the bastard…. I’m … still… still… wearing my buckle… What… what is he doing…. I watch in horror as he walks over to the ruins of the desk.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: He reaches down towards my black book. FUCK. FUCK. I groan, trying to speak, trying to curse him, but my broken jaw only lets me issue garbled animal noises. I sound like a sick bull. I push off, half crawling towards him, desperate to stop him. He can’t… can’t have that book. He walks back towards me and waves that book in my face. Well it’s fucking obvious… These days, no one expects sensitive intel to be in a physical book… But I couldn’t tell him anything, wouldn’t give him the fucking time of day even if I could speak. I reached out my hand, shaking badly trying to grab the book.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I watch as the toughest fucker I have faced in a real fight, reaches and tries to grab at the book. I know with that, that I have what I need. I look at his face, a mess of blood, cuts and bruises and figure mine will look the same. And I am filled with a need to dominate him, to own him and make him mine before I do what is needed. And first, there is something I think I need. I have Jason Franks police cap from my first ever kill. Hmmmm. I nod to myself as I step around him and boot him in the side hard to make him flip over. As he lies on his back, still reaching for me and the book, I kneel next to him and fumble with his belt, unclasping its thick black leather and marveling once more at the gaudiness of the buckle. But I want it. I put my boot on his left side and gently press into the broken ribs there as I take off my own belt and replace it with his.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: Standing over him, his pained grunts helping to fuel my desire. “Well dont this look purrty” I say in a terrible texan accent as I pat the buckle. I then reach down and pat his cheek slowly, before grabbing him by the hair again and pulling him up and over onto his front and then all fours. “Now I am going to give you a chance here Matty boi. I find that the sight of you all broken and hurt like the bitch you are, has me all…….Horny as a horndawg” Accent returns on that last line” I pull his head closer to my crotch as it tents hard, small stains showing through the fabric now. “You are going to help me out, or I am going to make your final days the worst of your life. So whaddya say pardner?”

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I’m drifting in and out of consciousness…. Then, a savage kick smashes into me, and rolls me over onto my back. Some of those thunderbolts of agony, well those wild stallions are bucking me off every now and then. I’m in a rough way… But if I… just think of something, I can turn this around. Then, my entire world turns to white hot agony, causing my brain to fire. I let out gurgled screams of sheer agony, Steel’s fucking killing machine was grinding his boot into my shattered left side. My head bobbed up and down, sick, more blood spraying out of my mouth as I squirmed and writhed.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: Suddenly, I realize what he was after, as he lets his boot up off my side. I focus, and I lift my head, looking at him, my face a bloody wreck, mumbling… “Wwhhaaaaa thhhhhhhe fuckkkk” What… has he done… A sick horror seizes my guts, rivalling the savage agony ripping me apart for intensity. He’s … he’s taken my belt buckle… something inside me shrivels up… some kind of last ditch hope that I was gonna pull this off… a certainty that despite everything, I had this, if I could just come up with something. But… looks like hope is a fragile thing. All that’s left now…. Is grit. He puts my BELT on, and mocks me. He mocks seven generations of proud McKaines, soldiers and sheriffs, all of us. The rage I’m feeling threatens to eclipse my foggy pain. If I could, I’d get up and fucking rip his throat out. I try… but I collapse instantly, my spirit is willing, but my body is done. Then, in a further humiliation, he drags me around like a broken ragdoll by my hair, threatening to rip it out by the roots as he repositions me on my front, on all fours. The pain that position delivers to my ribs is excruciating. Tears of agony start leaking out of my eyes to join the blood.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: His voice mocks me, in some kind of phony Texas accent, and as he pulls my head up, blearly I get a look at his crotch, he’s fucking hard. And fucking huge. Bigger than some of the bulls I castrated back on the ranch. Holy shit… What the fuck… He asks me for my help. A wave of utter contempt surges through me, and manage to gasp out, “Go… toooo fffffucckckkingggg helllllllll” I might be beaten, but I ain’t talking. Even without hope… I’ve got my pride.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: I grin at his defiance. Then my body shakes as I laugh. Body aching as the bruises, cuts, aches all hurt but I still laugh. I wipe a tear away, with my finger and then I reach down and stroke his face, getting blood on my palm. “Come on now McKaine, I have heard about you and your little funtimes with some of the guys in your unti. We can just be two men, well one man and his bitch, having some fun. But if you don't want to…….” I reach down and put my hand across his jaw and press my fingers into it. Forcing him to look up at me again. “You are going to be a good little cunt and do what the fuck I say. And if I even FEEL your teeth come near my cock I am going to make sure your suffering lasts an eternity.” With that I release your jaw and unzip my combats. I take out my rock hard, thick, leaking cock, the foreskin already pulling back as the head glistening in the light. Stepping in a little closer I slap the hard 9”s into your jaw and then on the other side. Looking down at you I just raise my right eyebrow questioningly…..

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: Again, the fucker isn’t satisfied with beating me, he wants to humiliate. Tears leak down my bloodied face, into my short blood-caked beard. Tears not so much of pain, but helpless rage and shame. He strokes my face with mock tenderness, then as I try to look away, he seizes my jaw, agony knifing through my fractured jaw, making me look up at him. He mocks me about those rumours…. True actually… about how I like to have fun with men. SHIT, he’s well informed. But not like this… not like this… there is nothing fucking fun about this. I look at him with rage and contempt in my eyes. I will fucking bite his cock if he sticks in my mouth. I’m not fucking afraid of him. Or, that’s what I tell myself. Fact is… I’m fucking terrified of him. But being a combat-trained soldier is all about embracing your fear as much as your pain, and doing your duty the best you can, all the way to the fucking end. I look in growing unease as he unleashes his monster cock. FUCK. It’s huge. It belongs on a goddamn bull, not a man. He slaps my jaw with his steel hard shaft, and I shudder in agony. I look up, eyes stoic, daring him, fucking daring him to stick in my shattered pie hole, and he’ll be short one cock. I figure I’m probably a dead man anyways. I’ll go down fighting.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: He looks up at me, all defiant rage and steel hard eyes. Daring me almost to do it. I drop to one knee and get real close to his face. Eye to eye, my nose brushing his, his breath on my lips. “I was just trying to make it easier on you big guy. But if you want me to be nasty then I will be, because in more ways than one here, you are fucked!” I stand and then move aside and slam his face down into the wooden floor, smearing it with more of his blood. I move behind him and easily pull his trousers down and over his knees, with no belt to hold them in place. I position myself over him, crouching over his back. One hand reach down and I place it on his broken ribs and push slightly, letting him feel the pain there and then I get both hand on his arse cheeks and pry them open. My first instinct is to dive my face between them and lick and suck at that sweet looking hole before me, but no. He refused to give me some fun, and make it easier on himself by lubing up rod with his spit…….and so now we do this the hard way. I position the head of my bull dick at the entrance to his hole, pressing in just slightly. Feeling the resistance of his sphincter keeping me out…..for now. Leaning down I grab his hair again and pull his head back, arching those ribs in the process. “I guess we do this the nasty way…...always been a fan of nasty!” With this I spear my cock forward, pushing hard until I feel the pressure release and his hole rips open before my missile and I enter him deep. Pushing most of myself into him before he can put up a fight

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: He gets in real close to my face. And I don’t flinch. A McKaine never flinches, even in the face of certain defeat. He mouths off to me, then CRUNCHHHHHHHH, my face is smashed to the floor with another explosion of blood and such a savage surge of agony from my broken jaw that the blow knocks me the fuck out cold, and I go limp, lost in hazy nightmares full of pain and fear. Suddenly, reality comes crashing back, a reality worse than vague nightmares, as a new agony rips through my ass, my head pulled back by my hair, my ribs bent at a sickening angle, shards of bone ripping up my insides. I scream in gurgled agony as blood and spit sprays out of my mouth, my body quivering and spasming, shock starting to rob me of my reason. That fucker… FUCK FUCK… my ass is literally being ripped apart by his dry, unlubed cock. I scream again in gurgled agony, shuddering, shaking. Trying to hold on to the shreds of my dignity, my duty, my heritage. It’s just pain… Matt… Just pain… It’s all a fucking illusion…. And I let out another gurgling scream.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: As this tough, proud warrior beneath me screams and shudders in pain, I ride a wave of sheer pleasure as his chute grips the shaft of my manhood tightly, trying to force me out but I hold my position and then force another inch deeper. Feeling his very core fighting back against me, the sheer masculinity, pride of him not wanting to be used in this fashion. And I force my own masculine energy further, deeper, making him submit to my intruding member. One hand locked in his hair and gripping it tightly, not allowing him to move away, even if he could. I let his back arch a little less as I figure I don't want his ribs to pierce his lungs. I want this to last. Pressing into him more and feeling the power of him trying to repel me. I shudder inside him and then with a last shove I power the last few inches of me into him. I feel the head of my long rod, pushing past his prostate and up to the deepest part of his love chute. I lean over his back, and pull his back just enough to growl into his ear. “Should've just sucked me and made this easier. How does that feel, big man? Knowing I beat you? And at barely 20 years old. Wow you are SO fucking tight. Oh this is going to be fun…..for me anyway”

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: Fighting through the pain, holding on to the shreds of my dignity as Derek Steel’s young killing machine rips through my virgin ass with his monster cock. I muster everything I have to fight him off, to clench my butt, to deny him access, but he’s wrecked my body, broken it bad, and I don’t got the strength to fight him off. He rips through finally, fucking my virgin ass with impunity like a bull taking a cow in heat. He eases off a bit on the hair though, some of the agony dials down in my shattered ribs, but it’s more than offset by the ripping, tearing up of my virgin hole, my blood starting to coat his cock as he pierces me to my very core. I scream again… sobbing a bit…. In rage, shame, defeat. He mutters into my ear, humiliating me further, when he tells me his age a shudder of disbelief runs through me. It’s…. Fucking impossible… fucking impossible… I feel … violated, unmanned at a deep level… my confidence in my abilities…. My confidence in my strength is crumbling…. Hold on Matt. Hold on… Grimly, I face the hopeless situation I find myself in with every bit of fortitude I can muster. He can fuck me all he wants, but he won’t break me. Seven generations of McKaines back me up… I’ll make them proud…. Do them all proud…. I just hope, I fucking hope he kills me. That small, tiny voice in the corner of my mind whispers in my inner ear… “Every man has a breaking point Matt… you know it. Don’t let them find yours.” Grimly, I endure.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: “To the victor go the spoils” And I am victorious so this fine spoils is mine. Still growling in his ear as I feel him shuddering under me, around me as his sobs are the icing on the cake of my win. I reach down and, already freed when I pull down his trousers and pants, wrap my battle-scarred fist around his own engorged piece of meat. “Looks like you are enjoying this more than your sobbing and trying to push me out implies there Matty Boi. Are you liking me deep in you? Can you feel the girth prying you open with each passing moment? Do you feel the blood seeping round my cock after I have torn you open?” With that I lick his ear, first the lobe and then diving my tongue into it. Then I slowly open my mouth and take his earlobe into it and bite down softly, nibbling on him. Making him realise that I am running the show here and I am here for me. I am going to use him however I want. Adding to the sensations up top, I stroke the base of his shaft with my fingers. Teasing him, pressing his hot turgid cock up against his broken abs and just stroking along its length, taking some of the pre juices at the tip and then bringing them up to his mouth. Being careful of his teeth I press the juice into his lips and whisper again. “Mmmm Do you taste good? Do you?” And with those words I start to pull quickly out of his hole, stopping as just the tip of my manhood is inside and then JAM it back in, all the way to the root.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: Suddenly, as that impossibly young fighting machine murmurs something about spoils, his hand reaches down and grabs my cock in a hard grip. To my utter shock, my dick is fucking rock hard. I realize belatedly that for the first time in my life, I’m feeling what it’s like to have my prostate banged. When we breed bulls on the farm, we stick a huge rod up their ass and give their prostate a jolt to make them cum. Not many people know this, but men are wired the same way. This fuck wasn’t just raping my ass… he was…. He was raping me… his banging against my prostate was making me hard despite my savage agony and mind-numbing pain I was in. The shame burned bright… he was fucking turning me into nothing but a bull.. I shuddered in horror, able to feel the rising pleasure of his male rape of my prostate through the pain now that I was aware of it. This was… fucking unbelievable… fucking unbelievable… I would not… FUCKING WOULD NOT CUM. Not for this bastard… I wasn’t some fucking bull to be milked. I scream savagely, louder, desperation, rage and shame ripping my throat as I struggled hard. He mutters humiliations into my ear, teasing me, mocking me, licking my ear. I shuddered. A part of me… A part of me that couldn’t take the pain anymore was focusing on the pleasure as a way to escape this torment. I tried not to… tried with every ounce of will I could muster… but I’d lost hope… my confidence was shattered, and I was out of strength.

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I sob in true agony as he rubs my own pre-cum from my rapidly swelling cock against my lips. Fuck… he’s… he’s fucking unmanning me… He’s stroking my cock now as he bangs my prostate, I’m not even in control of my own cock anymore. He’s fucking taking charge of my dick… I scream again, full of desperation and defiance. He won’t… HE FUCKING WILL NOT MILK ME LIKE SOME DOWN COUNTRY BULL. I’m A GODDAMN McKaine!! SEVEN GENERATIONS strong… C’mon… Fuck no… C’mon Matt… don’t … don’t let him… I sob again.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: My entire length buries once more into this once proud mans core. I feel him still trying to resist but with each thrust, with each stroke of his cock, each lick of his earlobe…...I feel him opening up. I shift tact slightly and as I withdraw my cock I get the tip just outside his hole and let it pucker and throb in its release and easing of the pressure...then I push back in hard but shift my ange this time so that rather than spearing past and rubbing his prostate, I jam the thick round purple head of my cock into it. Adding some different pain to his threshold. I stroke his cock in time to my thrusts as I start to pick up the tempo just slightly, his own belt buckle pressing into his lower back with each completed invasion. I let out a moan into his ear as I feel him sob more and more. He is still not fully giving in to me, and that just makes me increase the power, the differing angles and just the sheer teasing of his body, his cock, his mind. “Wonder if this is what a cow feels like when the bull is inside her? Does she try and resist like you are? Can she? Can YOU?” Then I change pace once more. Slowly withdraw my meat and ease it back in. The licking on your ear becomes a sloppy kiss and my hand on your dick is just holding it while my thumb strokes the tip. Teasing the piss slit and rubbing the juices around the head, under my palm to ease your masturbation.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: His scream drives me to new heights and I release his hair and wrap my forearm round his massive shoulders and pull him into me. I now kiss and lick his neck, and with teeth bared I take a playful bite into the side of his neck. Hard enough to draw a trickle of blood and make him flinch under me. “I think I am going to keep you alive for now Matty mate. I think I am going to take you back to base and make you my little breeding bull. Somewhere for me to unload after a hard day of killing your friends, your colleagues, and maybe even your family, but lets see how you handle the rest of this first, eh my little cum-bull”

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I’m fighting…. Fighting with every ounce of my will to make my cock go soft, but it doesn’t matter…. I’m totally out of control. I scream, curse through my mangled jaw, but finally, I start to run out of steam, I’m exhausted, I’m in agony. My body starts to go limp as he rapes my ass with his massive bull cock. He keeps slamming my prostate my ass ripped to shreds. I can’t fight the pain anymore. I start to feel light headed, loosing my grip on things. He compares me to a cow as he reams my ass, and my shame burns hotter. I try weakly to struggle, but I hurt… my ribs… my jaw… hurts. He keeps licking my ear and massaging my cock, invading my piss slit, and now pleasure… pleasure is a far greater enemy to me than pain in my state. Pain keeps me sharp, pleasure seduces… gives me an escape from torment. I fight it… I fight… I fight … He bites my neck hard, as my balls begin that inevitable clenching that leads to climax. And there is nothing I can do about it. Not a single fucking thing. I might as well just be a bull for the milking. My confidence takes another savage blow, my pride is cracked, and I realize that I might be the first McKaine to break the family line, to bring shame to our proud heritage. His next words fill my mind with white-hot horror as he promises to keep me alive to use me as his cum dump… and the threat to kill my friends, colleagues and family has my entire being shudder with terror. I’m a senior officer… in the CCS… I can’t let my knowledge fall into the wrong hands, with what I know… he could carry out his threats.. Every man has his breaking point… I … can’t break… It’s time. I feel around in my mouth with my tongue for the suicide pill stuck into a false tooth, preparing to bite hard down on it to release it. Every agent at my level carries one… but then, I scream in utter terror… That tooth… got knocked clean out of my mouth when he broke my jaw.. Oh fuck…. No no no no no no…. I start sobbing, and then, suddenly, my dick spasms, spraying my seed all over the floor.

10:21 AgentTomDavis: This hot bull stud is driving me all kinds of crazy. He refuses to lessen his fight to keep my steel hard cock from his core, he keeps resisting and just sobs and mumbles to himself. I can feel his arse opening but his will remains intact. His shoulders have slumped in my grasp but still that iron will remains. I now know how Steel feels when he tells me of his day torturing agents and he gets that look of pleasure, deep and true pleasure. And I WILL break this man, myself. I will make him spill all that he knows, I WILL make him submit to my will in all things and I will make him BEG me to kill him, and yet I wont!! Suddenly I feel his head writhing around in my grip and I wonder what the heck he thinks he can do. A scream, more blood curdling that his other screams of defiance and rage….this one a scream of denial, of knowing that he cannot escape. And then he shudders as my hand feels his thick, veiny dick swell and then pulse as he dumps his seed all over the floor. “Whats wrong little bull? Why so sad? We are going to have SO much fun together. You are going to be my favorite toy, and I think the lads at base will enjoy you too. Oh look, you came for me. I am going to enjoy milking every last load and you will thank me each time I do” His arse constricts round me as I root inside him, as I push all the way in his shudders send me over the edge and I ROAR in his ear, just like a Bull as it breeds a mating cow. I roar my victory, my dominance and more than that, I roar knowing that I have passed this first crucial test for my new Father figure and boss. I cannot wait for the lads to see this when I bring him home

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: After he fucks my seed out of me, I deflate, my resistance draining out of me. I shudder, groan, and moan in defeated agony. Always… that suicide pill was my back up…. My emergency escape from a situation like this. And now…. Even the ability to take my own life has been robbed from me. I shudder as he whispers in my ear. Mocking me further, making vile threats that no doubt he is willing and capable of fulfilling. I fall into a stunned sense of disbelief, as Steel’s young killing machine unloads his man cream up my raped, bleeding, ripped virgin cowboy ass. I have to … have to find the strength to resist … long enough to find some opening, some small way to either escape or take my own life. I have to watch for that chance… have to….

10:21 AgentTomDavis: After my seed pushes deep into this defeated fighters ex-virgin hole I resist the urge to drop onto him and fall asleep in “just unloaded” bliss. I hold myself up over him as I pull his head back and force my tongue into his throat quickly before I push up and off him and my still hard meat POPS out of his bloody, dripping arse. I roughly manhandle him and pull his trousers back up and then reach into one of my pockets and get out 2 zip ties. Wrap the first around his ankles and pull it shut and then around his wrists the same. I check and the book is still in the inner pocket of my vest and with that I stand and reach down to grab him under the shoulders to heave him to standing. I look into his eyes and still see rage there, deep under the shame and defeat, but still there. He is going to take time but I reckon I will enjoy this. I lean in and plant a kiss on his lips and then grin. “Shall we go home little bull? Shall we go meet some new friends?” And then I pull my fist back and slug him in the temple to ko him and heave him onto my shoulder so that his right side is pressed into me. And I head out of the base to home

10:21 CaptainMattMcKaine: I lay in a stunned state of shock. I… this can’t be happening to me… fucking no way was I just beaten to broken pulp by a 20 year old killing machine… I’m not about to be captured by the Syndicate without my suicide pill. It is… not happening… it can’t… I hurt… fuck I hurt. Can’t be… C’mon Matt. You got this… you got this… Seven generations of McKaines are behind you… Tears are softly leaking down my busted face as I get ziptied. I get unceremoniously hauled up, and Steel’s killing machine looks into my eyes. My rage bubbles up. I’ll fight him. Fight him every fucking step of the fucking way. He kisses me, making me crawl with disgust, then suddenly his fist smashes into my temple, and blackness washes over me.

Two days later, CCS HQ

10:21 Commander_Chris_Carson: I’m woken up in the middle of the fucking night by my ‘special’ phone. The one that is used for serious shit emergencies. I pick it up, sitting up in bed, my hard, combat forged thick, ruggedly muscled chest and abs exposed as the sheet falls down. I speak in a crisp tone, no sign of sleep slurring my words, “Report.” The man on the other end of the line is panicked, and he’s running… he babbles out a stream of words, and the full horror of what he says hits me like a stick of dynamite. Captain McKaine…. Missing… a coordinated hit taking out almost the entire covert network he’s spent the last few months building up. The man I’m speaking to, a CCS Commando Sgt. Masterson, running for his life, being chased by a squad of Shamus’s men. He’s a trained soldier, a solid man, and Chris couldn’t imagine a situation that would make him sound so out of control. Then, suddenly, there is a gunshot, and Masterson goes quiet. I scream into the phone, “MASTERSON!! REPORT!!” A voice reports finally, but it’s in a harsh Northern Irish accent…. “Feck off you prick… .Your boy’s dead… All your lads… they all be dead..” He laughs as the phone goes dead. Carson stares in shock at the wall. What a fucking shit storm. McKaine…. Where is McKaine? Is he still alive? Is he dead? Holy shit…. This must be a fucking nightmare.

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10:21 AgentTomDavis: I stand looking at the form of Matt “Buckles” McKaine as he lies on the stretcher in the cell we had graciously provided here in our wonderful, “shabby chic” base. 2 days…...Just 2 days and between myself, Shamus and my crew, we had wiped out all presence of the CCS in Northern Ireland and had passed on some names and locations from the book to our bases in Southern Ireland, the UK and a few in France and Germany. They had been taken care of as well. That was good for sure, but having these men, my crew, treat me with the respect that they gave to Shamus, obeying my orders when I gave them and just treating me as one of them rather than “Steels man”, was the best feeling. I had passed his test and had waited until the last operative had been taken care of. A wily cunt by the name of Masterson, but a small crew of the lads had rooted him out of his hole like dogs on a hare and chased him down. So here I stand, looking at “Buckles” and enjoying the anticipation of starting the process of breaking him down and making him tell me more of the secrets I wanted. I lean over and give Shamus a hard kiss and feel his body respond to my dominance over him. Ahhh now there was another perk. McKaine raises his head slightly and mumbles something but his wired jaw isn't conducive to much speech. As soon as the docs give me the go ahead, I will be on him and he will give me everything. “Sorry what was that Buckles me ole boy? I can't quite understand you. Oh don't worry, soon you will be singing out like a songbird…...Mark My Words. Oh and just an update, me ole pal, we got a report a few minutes back. Your last man, Masterson or something, was just taken care of. So that’s it. All done.” His look of fear that quickly changes to rage has me twitching and I feel the need to take my pup Shamus back to my room and play. But first I need to make a call. I pull out the phone that had been secured by our tech lads and dial. After a long ring, fucking long distance carriers….. It is answered. “Hey Boss, just wanted to let you know that the situation in Northern Ireland is sorted…………”

Published: 2021-07-08, viewed 94 times.