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WELCOME TO THE LAND DOWN UNDER - PROJECT ZEUS PART 1
A MEETING OF THE MINDS - PROJECT ZEUS PART 2
ON THE ROAD AGAIN - PROJECT ZEUS PART 3
PENETRATION IN TORONTO - PROJECT ZEUS PART 4
STRIKE WHILE THE STEEL IS HOT - PROJECT ZEUS PART 5
LONDON IN THE SHADE - PROJECT ZEUS PART 6
AGAINST THE ODDS - PROJECT ZEUS PART 7
DAMAGE CONTROL - PROJECT ZEUS PART 8
A NEW NORMAL - PROJECT ZEUS PART 9
FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE - PROJECT ZEUS PART 10
TURNING POINT - PROJECT ZEUS PART 11
TURNING THE TABLES - PROJECT ZEUS PART 12

Australian Syndicate Base, Day 7, Morning

10:22 AgentDerekSteel: I walk up to Jackie boy’s new digs, and don’t bother knocking, I simply walk in. Later today, I’d be heading off to Egypt, but I wanted to check in with Trent’s spawn before I left. Didn’t really know why, not exactly. Except… he kinda fascinated me for some reason. Sure, he was the son of the man who’d cost me all that dough, but hey, I’d gotten mine, when I murdered Trent, and took my time to do it right, and then I got the money back when I fucked up Jack back in Toronto. So, all debts were paid. And really, he was in Heath’s psychotic care now. Heath did have a score to settle. Still though… there was something about Jack, some kind of fiery spunk he had that drew me back here. One look at him and I could tell that Heath had fucked him yesterday, pretty bad. I nodded at Jack, and spoke up with a grin, “I see you got some love bites there, from your admirer Heath. You know, I was gonna tell him to keep his hands off you, but…” I shrugged, grinning wider, “You were so keen for his tender ministrations, who was I to stop you? You might be interested to know that I’m heading away for a while. I hope you are alive when I return. But knowing Heath…” I shrugged, “No guarantees.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: The ugly, orange glow of the car park lights creep through the slatted blinds of the window. It stinks of musk and old, neglected furniture. I'm back in the shitty, rundown motel room in Toledo. Mason is passed out on the bed, but standing before me, in all his perfection.. is Jeff. We sink into a deep kiss, and I feel him as though this is real.. a part of me becomes aware that this is a dream, and a particularly lucid one. I know it isn't real, but he looks so real to me.. I can feel him under my hands and taste him on my lips. We kiss, but I start to cry, resting my forehead against his powerful, hairy chest as he embraces me. "I-- I miss you so much.." tears ooze from my eyes as I take the moment to speak to Jeff for the first time since I lost him. Maybe this is the real him, visiting me in my dreams.. or maybe it's just my subconscious creating him to torture me even more. Either way, I'm speaking to my love again, being held in his arms.. everything about it feels real, even though I know it isn't. "I'd give anything to have you back.. you have no idea, sir.." I cry into his chest as he gives his response, but his voice is muffled. I feel the vibrations of his beautiful voice echo in his chest, but I can't hear his words. I don't know what he's saying to me.. why can't I understand him? He fades away as my eyes flutter open and I'm back in Australia, in my lovely little room.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: My pillow is soaked with tears. That was.. incredible, but has also brought with it the greatest pain I've ever felt. The tease of being with Jeff again, feeling his touch, sharing our love.. it was as much torture as it was heaven. I lay alone in my room, suddenly feeling more lonely than ever before. That life has been stripped away from me, and it will never be a reality. I sob. I sob so fucking hard. For hours into the night, yet again deprived of much-needed sleep.. Jeff floods my mind, I cling on to the feeling of being in his arms, imagining them around me now. It does nothing to soothe me, it only fuels my tears as a sharp reminder of what will never be. The night passes by and eventually I turn numb, completely cried out. The river has well and truly run dry, and my head is pounding from crying so hard. I don't even flinch when the door opens, I just stare at the ceiling.. motionless.. empty. I hear that fucking British accent and my blood turns cold with hate. He comments on how I look, and I can't even imagine. Nolan absolutely unleashed on me at Heath's orders, and I didn't fully clean up the blood. I half-listen to his ramblings, completely preoccupied with my sorrow. "and I hope you die out there.. but knowing you, no guarantees.." I don't look at him, I don't want to see his fucking face.

10:22 AgentDerekSteel: I look at all the blood scattered about, and then I laugh out loud as he wishes me death. “I’m so fucking overjoyed that you think of me like that.” I sit down next to Jack, and grab his jaw, turning him so he is forced to look into my face. “You know what Jack… lots of people think love and hate are opposites, but they aren’t, not really. No they are not. Hate is a weird kind of love. We are attracted to those we love, but just as powerfully we are attracted to those we hate as well. Now fear… fear repels… but love, love and hate both attract. I’m so thrilled to know how much you hate me. It warms my heart.” I laugh, loving my mind fuck with Jack. I continue, “You know, Jackie lad, you ought to be grateful to me. If it wasn’t for me… Your big, strapping, bearded hero Jeff never would have saved you… and you probably never would have gotten as close to his beard as you did. Did you guys fuck?” I lean down with a mischievous grin on my face. “You ought to be thanking your Uncle Derek, you know.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I try and move my face away from his hand as he claws at my jaw with his vile fucking talon, but he grabs it so tightly that I have no choice but to look at him. He delivers his lecture on how love and hate are similar and I hate him even more for it. Implying that my love for Jeff is in any way similar to my hate for him. I start to bite back, but then he mentions Jeff's rescue.. how he saved me that night when I was so broken, in so much fucking pain.. I ignore his question, that's none of his fucking business and I'm not giving him the satisfaction. "I remember that night.." I force a chuckle. "I watched him kick your fucking ass and it was great. You ran off with your tail between your legs like a fucking stray dog, like a coward. It got too heavy for you and you ran like the wind.." I tear my eyes away from him and look back at the ceiling, I shouldn't have engaged with him like that. Now he'll stay and fucking chat when all I want him to do is leave me the fuck alone.

10:22 AgentDerekSteel: I laugh, deep in my belly as Jack shows me that fire, that spirit that so invigorates and intrigues me. Here he was, facing the dragon, and what does he do? Cower? Hide in fear? No, he pokes the dragon. I fucking LOVE IT. THIS WAS AWESOME. “Oh yes, that was just after I’d bashed his face in, wasn’t it?” I get my laughter under control. “See Jack, we have so many fond memories to reminisce over together. Maybe I should send someone else to Egypt, and I can take you back from Heath’s care after all. You certainly are far more interesting to talk to than that psychotic Aussie moron.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I hate the sound of his laughter. It's loud and obnoxious, and it just reinforces that everything I say bounces off him like a rubber bullet. He's such a piece of shit. I can't wait to kill him one day. Slowly. I will hurt Derek Steel the way he has hurt me. He mentions bashing Jeff's face in and it makes my gut twist, the thought of Jeff being hurt is too much to bear, let alone being hurt because of my recklessness. Derek and I have a very different definition of the word 'fond'. My memories concerning him only fill me with rage and regret.. Everything that Derek throws at me I try and throw it back, I don't want to react the way he thinks I will. "No, I'm good. I find Heath is actually good at his job. He has flair, he has a personality. Better than lame old Derek Wood walking in here and droning on about shit.." I don't know what the fuck I'm saying. I just want to resist.. I refuse to let Derek think he's winning, or that yes getting to me. He'll keep throwing his balls and I'll smash them out of the park each time.

10:22 AgentDerekSteel: I can see the rage and the hate burning in Jack’s eyes as I poke him back. I listen with glee as he once more shows that delicious spirit of his, finding the strength to try and play on my contempt for Heath. “Lame old Derek Wood?” I laugh again, “Oh man, Jack, you are too much. How come it’s taking me so long to see how …” I grab his chin again, and point his face towards mine, “... amusing you are. Maybe because you were giving me the silent treatment for all that time, before Heath loosened your tongue. Well, Heath is good for something I guess. I mean, look at Nolan. He did a number on Nolan. I wonder… will he try to do that to you? Could be interesting…. A little Jack robot running around ‘Yes, Sir’, ‘No, Sir’, ‘May I suck your cock, Sir’.” I look at Jack with a thoughtful expression, then shake my head, “Noooooooo. I don’t think so. I’d be willing to bet money on your spirit over his conditioning any day of the week.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Yet again, my efforts to hurt him only make him laugh. Whatever. Amusing? I'm glad I'm putting on a show for him, so fucking glad. He forces me to look at him again. I completely forgot that I gave him the silent treatment for so long when I first got here. I refused to engage with him in this weird, silent protest. I wanted it to drive him mad but I was also broken over Jeff that I had no energy to give him anything. I'm still absolutely wrecked at the mere thought of him.. but I have a fight now. I have no idea what this fight is or where it came from.. it's like Heath's sudden, more brutal torture woke me up and triggered something inside of me. Derek almost threatens me with brainwashing and I could just burst out laughing. Fucking try it you piece of shit. Then he almost pays me a compliment and implies I'm stronger than Heath's methods. "Then let's make it interesting. Tell Heath to give it his best shot, to break me into a thousand pieces and make me your obedient slave. If, by the time you get back from Egypt, he succeeds.. then congratulations, you'll get your wish. But if I'm still me when you get back, if I hold out.. then let me go. Because I'm done. I'm done with the CSIS, I'm done with all this bullshit.. let me go and let me disappear. I'll cling onto my spirit with every fibre of my being for a chance at that.." I don't know why I'm offering a bet with Derek, like I'm abandoning my larger plan of getting through to Nolan when I haven't even given that a real chance yet. I can still work on it in the meantime, but.. the thought of being a free man. No agency, no CSIS, no Syndicate, no Derek.. it's worth fighting for. Without Jeff, I'm done. The CSIS aren't coming for me, they don't want me and the feeling is now mutual. Fuck it.

10:22 AgentDerekSteel: And once again, Jack proves to me how his conversation never fails to fascinate me. What an intriguing proposition. I mull his words over, Jack as an obedient slave could be entertaining… but then I frown. Jack as an obedient slave would only be entertaining for a day or so. Then I’d get bored. But Jack with fire… with spirit.. Was endlessly entertaining. I had no doubt that even against a man like Jack, Heath could succeed. I mean, look what I had done to Trent in just a week. He had that same spirit, but I had broken him, before the end. But I didn’t want to break Jack. No, I didn’t. I reply, “I’m sorry Jack my lad, but no can do. I really appreciate the offer though, see, you are thinking of Uncle Derek again, aren’t you? Thinking of my needs. And you say you hate me.” I grab Jack’s chin and once more give it a “friendly” squeeze and a shake. “I’m starting to think that you are lying. Next thing, you’ll be telling me how much you hate the taste of my steel rod down your throat.”

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I wait impatiently for him to agree to my terms, and I watch him consider it and ponder over it. He shakes his head and denies me my request, and I want to kill him all over again. Fucking asshole. If he refers to himself as Uncle Derek one more fucking time I swear to God.. he traps me then, with the mention of his dick. If I say I hate it, I'll flatter him because of this bullshit “hate is love” thing he keeps rambling on about. But, if I say I love it then I'll puke. I'm between a rock and a hard place. I try and recoil from his grip on my chin again but it's no use. I shrug my shoulders in response. "It was the smallest of the three I've had inside me, at least Heath and Jeff got my gag reflex going.." small dick comments, really? Am I that out of ammunition that I've resorted to making tiny dick jabs at Derek? One thing that does make me gag, though, is the fact I just used Heath and Jeff so seamlessly in a sentence and almost grouping them together. I should have left Jeff completely out of it, like I've entered him into this pathetic competition of who's bigger than who. I hate myself for it, and Jeff deserved better.. I'm sorry, Sir..

10:22 AgentDerekSteel: Ahh fuck, yes, that’s my boy. I laugh again as Jack goes juvenile. Insulting my dick? Really? Oh fuck, fuck me, this boy had some nerve. I wipe tears of mirth out of my eyes, I’m laughing so hard my belly is starting to hurt. Finally, I speak up, “Oh my boy, my boy… You are rich. I am disappointed that I never got a chance to compare my dick with Jeff’s though. He was a hot fucker, sexy ass beard. I’d have loved to dump my cum down his mouth. Yes I would. You know… all this talk is making me right horny, my boy. I think I need to .. relieve myself. Then, I can remind exactly how big my cock is. It’s a win win, isn’t it?” I unzip my trousers, and whip out my thick cock, already rock hard. “This time I think, I’ll imagine that you are Jeff, as I’m raping your pie hole. Just for some variety, you understand. Don’t think I don’t love you anymore, cause that’s just not true.” I seize Jack’s jaw, and with an expert grip force it open, then, with a sigh of relief, I prepare to shove my big piece of meat right down his throat. FUCK this will feel good.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: Derek loses his shit as he laughs at me, and it makes me feel so fucking small. I don’t know why I try to be tough.. I know it’s all an act and he can see right through it, but I have to try. I can’t be broken little jobber boy anymore.. I have to show I’m more than that. Earn some respect. I need to die here as the guy who kept fighting right until the end, not the guy who begged for release. He mentions Jeff’s dick and it pushes me more into my rage, like all the emotion from last night is returning with a new, vicious energy that’s ready to be unleashed. Derek couldn’t compare to Jeff in any way whatsoever, how dare he even fucking consider it. He mentions dumping his cum.. No.. I can’t even repeat the sentence in my mind, it just adds to the rage.. Then all this cock talk takes the direction I knew it would, and I instantly recoil back. His final dig at imagining I’m Jeff as he rapes me is what I needed to push me over the edge. As he grabs my jaw, I stare into him with the most focused and fearless expression I can muster, with fire burning hot in my eyes. I’m so fucking angry, so fucking determined to defy this disgusting bastard. “You put that fucking thing in my mouth and I swear to fucking God, I swear to GOD, Derek.. I’ll bite so hard I’ll mangle your precious rod of steel. You’ll never pee or cum straight again and every fucking morning you’ll wake up with a pain in your pathetic, flaccid, twisted dick.. SO COME ON, DO IT! I FUCKING DARE YOU!!” I open my mouth to him then, 100% inviting him inside, I don’t care of the consequences anymore. If he forces himself inside me now, I’m mangling his prized cock forever. I'll savage it and choke on his blood. I stare at him with steely eyes, almost begging him to put it in so that I can do it.. I fucking dare you.. I have no fucking fear, only hatred and desire to rip this fucking asshole to shreds.

10:22 AgentDerekSteel: I gaze down into Jack’s eyes as he stares up at me, and a thrill runs down my spine. Oh fuck yes… this is so much better than Jack giving me the silent treatment. Damn, this boy has some fire and spirit. Just like his dad had. I get visibly aroused by Jack’s savage defiance, my cock stiffening and twitching in my hand just in front of his face, pre-cum beading on the tip of my dick head. My eyes flash with delight, and I growl down at Jack as he opens his mouth, ready to carry out his delicious threat. I begin to rethink my plans… Heath hasn’t broken him. No he hasn’t. I decide right now to take possession of Jack again when I return from Egypt. He is primed and ready to be used as a torture dummy for my next class of students in a few months time, in my training camp in Russia, near the Finnish border. Yes he is. I began to think of Trent … how I tortured him, slowly snuffing out his defiance and his spirit and here, here was his son, Jack… showing me that same spirit yet again. Begging me to treat him just like I treated his father. I had a momentary regret though…. In other circumstances, Jack would have made a damn fine mercenary. He had the fire to be one of the best. But, that was life. We all play the hand we are dealt, and I have been dealt Trent’s son as my enemy. And I’ll enjoy it. Yes I will. I speak up finally, lust dripping from every word, “Fuck me, boy, you sure know how to turn me on. Did you do that on purpose?” I reach out with my hand, and stab my thumb and forefinger into the back of his jaw, paralyzing his muscles with an iron hard grip, preventing him from carrying out his threat. Then, with savage delight, I ram my cock forward, all the way down his fucking throat, keeping a steel grip on his jaw to lock it in place. Damn his threat turned me on so FUCKING MUCH.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: I’m so fucking ready for his ugly, oozing cock. He might think I’m bluffing, and I can’t wait to prove him wrong. I’ll destroy him right here and right now.. The sadistic fuck proclaims how much I’m turning him on, but he won’t be saying that in a few seconds when I-- fuck.. FUCK!!!! He grabs my jaw in such a way that I am absolutely powerless with it, and then rams himself inside me. The tip of his cock smashes against the back wall of my throat and makes me gag instantly, causing tears to form in my eyes as I scream in protest. No.. NO!!! This wasn’t meant to happen, I’m meant to be biting so fucking hard he’ll never be able to use it again, but I can’t. I fucking can’t! “MMMMNNGGGGHHH!!” I roar at him in absolute anger, lashing my fists out at his body. I try and yell at him, telling him how much I fucking hate everything about him and how one day I will KILL him.. But his vile cock muffles my words. I start searching for something around me to hit him with, something to fucking fight back with.. But of course, there’s nothing. I just choke, gag, roar and punch until it’s over.. I smash my fists into his hard body, somehow summoning the strength. I hate him… I fucking hate him!!

10:22 AgentDerekSteel: Jack is squirming, roaring, hitting me with his fists, but his blows just bounce of my hardened muscle. I chuckle, the only thing he’s achieving is to make me hornier and harder, “That’s right boy… Give it to me… C’mon, show Derek how much you love him… I fucking love it when you get rough with me.” I groan in pleasure, all his lovely aggression getting me super hot and bothered. Before long,my balls clench, and with deep joy, I feed my boy his daily dose of Steel seed. It gushes down his throat. Then, I rip my cock free, and stuff it back in my trousers. “Thanks Jack, you made your Uncle Derek a very happy man. Well, I’ve loved our conversation and our little intimate reunion, but I’m off now. Uncle Heath will take good care of you, no doubt.” I chuckle, and turn to leave.

12:26 Agent_Jack_Young: There's absolutely nothing that I can do. He says my punches only turn him on, but I can't stop.. I keep pelting him and thrashing as much as I can. I want to end him.. he thrusts harder and faster and suddenly he gushes down my throat, completely bypassing my swallow and emptying straight into my gut. Fucking vile, disgusting bastard.. he removes himself from my mouth and I cough and groan, feeling totally violated and dirty. I retch a few times, hoping to throw all of his essence back up.. but it doesn't happen.. he stays inside me, where he thinks he belongs. He starts to leave the cell as I lay stating emotionlessly at the ceiling, feeling empty and numb, still coughing and trying to catch my breath back. "That was.. like sucking on a noodle.. you pathetic asshole.." when I catch my breath back and recover from that vile interaction, I'll crawl to the shower, clean myself off and rinse my mouth out. A few hours ago I was being held in Jeff's arms.. now I'm spluttering and gasping for air with a gut full of Derek's cum. I hate my life.

Published: 2021-07-19, viewed 37 times.