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First read Desperate Measures

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Three months had passed for Dmitri Putin as he became acclimated to his new body. The first week consisted of daily jabs to his right testicle, swelling it to twice the size. It was painful and the pain never went away before the next jab was required. He was bed ridden, his body shaking and twitching uncontrollably, the serum taking its course, enveloping his muscles and coating them as it circulated through his body. He felt like he was overheating, sweating profusely, tied down to the bed as multiple IVs pumped fluids through him to regulate his body. He remembered every minute, unable to sleep until finally the serum started to take a proper hold of him and his body acclimated to it.

He got out of bed 10 days after the first treatment, walking naked to the bathroom. He didn’t feel bad at all. There was no weakness in him as he stepped into the shower and turned it, ripping the hot water handle off the wall, not realizing his own strength. He left the lab in Moscow and went home, only returning for weekly doses of the serum and continued testing. His strength, endurance and pain tolerance had gone off the chart. 10x what they had been.

It was snowing heavily when Dmitri returned for his latest shot. The winter had been brutal but the serum had even gone so far as to even modify Dmitri’s reaction to temperature. He wore no jacket, striding powerfully through the streets to the same red brick building he had been going to weekly, taking the elevator down and working with the scientists who had taken the work he had stolen and implemented inside him. Today’s visit with Dr. Pushkin went the same. First the jab, which he had gotten accustomed to, followed by a rest period, and then a 3 hours intense workout where he was monitored closely.

“Good,” Dr. Pushkin said as Dmitri walked into the lab after the workout, naked and sweating heavily. He patted Dmitri on the jaw, smiling ear to ear. “You are becoming the weapon we need, Dmitri. You will make The Mother proud. There is someone from SVR waiting for you in the debriefing room.”

Dmitri nodded and went to change, showering and getting dressed in a black t-shirt, combat pants and boots. He had grown a little bit from the serum, now at 6’2 and 225 pounds. He strode into the room with three men, two guards and a third...a woman. She was sitting behind the table, standing up as he entered, long flowing black hair and a very athletic body. “Sergeant Putin. I’m Anya Petrov. Be seated.”

Dmitri walked slowly to the table and took a seat. She pulled out a folder and passed it across the table to him, opening it up. “This is George Pascal. He works at a laboratory on the outskirts of Christchurch in New Zealand. Georgi is SVR, working undercover having infiltrated a shadow organization known around the world as The Syndicate. If you aren’t aware of who the Syndicate is, perhaps this will refresh your memory.” She turned the page and showed pictures and newspaper headlines from international newspapers from around the world. “Chaos in Belfast” and “Stormont Burns!” This was their doing most recently but the Syndicate has been linked to crimes for over a century now. They are extremely well funded, extremely sinister and it appears that Georgi is on to their newest capability. It’s unlike anything we’ve ever seen.

She turned the page to show a picture and schematics. “The SCD, otherwise known as the Spatial Cloaking Device. It is a satellite which the Syndicate has been working on. The satellite can cloak, or turn invisible, anything within a 120 mile area. When deployed to space, the satellite would aim at an area and anything that is coated in a special metallic-based texture will be rendered invisible. The metal, Andrium, is very rare and in limited quantity, found in only half a dozen countries in the world but the Syndicate has already started procuring it. This in the hands of the Syndicate is highly dangerous...but it gets worse.”

She paused, turning the page of the dossier showing a picture of two men standing in an alleyway, talking. “The man on the left is Paul Leafton. He is another scientist at the lab in Christchurch, and a colleague of Georgi. The man next to him is Nick Wilson - an American Special Forces agent from the elite Covert Combat Squad, or CCS. It’s clear that we aren’t the only ones who have infiltrated the Syndicate lab.”

She paused, looking at him and closing the dossier. “It is time to deploy you, Sergeant. With today’s dose, you are fully operational. You are to report to Chkalovsky Air Force base for deployment in 8 hours to Christchurch. Upon your arrival, you will meet with Georgi at the address enclosed. From the safehouse, he will take you into the lab to secure the schematic and the software system that runs the satellite. You will return it to us. This must remain covert. Quick, in and out. You’ll be back in Moscow in 72 hours. Do you have any questions?”

Dmitri took it all in. His mind was sharp. The plan had been laid out meticulously by the SVR. He was the tool that would execute it. He shook his head, excited for the first mission to show what he could finally do. “It’s time to show the world that we are the dominant power still.” he said with a slow smile, standing up and leaving the room

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: The last three months had been hard for Sergeant Tyler. Dr. Maverick had been not only the man responsible for the resurgence of the American super soldier program, allowing them to outpace the Russians, but he had been Tyler’s friend. Tyler blamed himself for the Dr.’s death. If he had only acted faster. But perhaps Dr. Maverick’s sacrifice had not been in vain. The Russians had been extremely quiet lately. There had been no new reports of Russian super soldier activity since Tyler had killed the last known Russian super Spetsnaz in the lab.

Without any more Russian super soldiers in the field, Tyler and his team would be able to cripple their military-industrial complex in a series of lightning strikes, completely unopposed. In fact, they were planning the first of these strikes, at a key aluminum processing facility deep in Siberia, for next week.

There was a briefing scheduled for later today, but for now, it was gym time for him and his team. He entered the specially constructed gym, shirtless, barefoot, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. The contours and ridges of his fantastically sculpted All-American combat-forged super muscle were on full display. All around him, his fellow super soldiers worked out, there was Corporal Ryan Davis in the corner, squatting a clean five thousand pounds. The floor, the weight rack, the weights, the gym itself all had to be specially constructed to allow the super soldiers to perform their workouts.

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He gave Ryan an encouraging smile. He wasn’t the strongest super soldier, but he was no less deadly for that. His skills at hand to hand were out of this world. And as a super soldier, your body was your main weapon. Learning to use it effectively was key.

There, on the other side of the gym, Corporal Ben was performing a smooth series of muscle-ups on the specially reinforced bar … with about 2000 pounds secured around his waist. He made it look effortless.

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But for Tyler, today was chest day. His favorite exercise. As he walked by Ben, he heard the cocky super soldier call out, “Seem to be missing your spandex, Captain America!” Ben loved to give him shit, they all did, about his unofficial title of Captain America. But Tyler took it all in good stride, he was getting used to being the poster boy for the American super soldier program. He slapped Ben on the shoulder as he walked by, “Probably left it where ever you left your own Spandex, Bucky.” Ben was his best friend, so it had been only natural that Bucky became his own nickname.

The handsome, hard-muscled All-American super hero sat down on his bench, and started to load up the weights, when his phone starting pinging in his shorts. He frowned, pulled it out and read the message. Well. So much for gym time. He called out to the others, “All right gentlemen, emergency briefing in five minutes.”

Then, he turned and headed out, surrounded by sighs of disappointment. He threw on an olive green t-shirt, and some BDU’s, laced up his boots, and strode down to the briefing room. He opened the door handle, managing not to rip the door off it’s hinges in the process. That had been a real problem until he had learned how to master his new found strength.

There, in the briefing room was Colonel Curt Thompson, the man he considered his mentor, and in some ways, his father. Curt served as the liaison and leader of the ASST, the American Super Soldier Team. And next to him, another man he recognized, having met him a few times before, Commander Chris Carson, head of the CCS. While the ASST kept the Russians in check, the CCS kept the Syndicate in check. Tyler had of course heard of the Syndicate, but his focus was on Russia, rather than international terrorist organizations.

He frowned, but saluted smartly to both the Colonel and the Commander. He had tremendous respect for Curt, and he knew Chris Carson, a former Navy SEAL, by reputation. Shortly, the other super soldiers filed in, and Chris stood up, nodding at them all.

Chris hit the button on a remote, and one wall of the conference room turned on, the giant television screen lighting up, showing the picture of a strong, powerful man. “This is Captain Nick Wilson, one of our best field agents. He’s currently working undercover in a laboratory on the outskirts of Christchurch in New Zealand. The lab is ran by the Syndicate, which given the involvement of the CCS, should be no surprise to any of you.”

Chris clicked a button, and a new image popped into definition, a complex diagram. “This lab is working on a paradigm-shifting new invention, called the SCD, otherwise known as the Spatial Cloaking Device. It is a satellite capable of turning an object fully invisible, anything within a 120 mile area. When deployed to orbit, the satellite can render objects which are coated in a rare substance invisible. This substance, a metal known as Andrium, is very rare and in limited quantity, found in only half a dozen countries in the world but the Syndicate has already started gathering it.”

Chris Carson took a deep breath, “The Syndicate has completed the prototype, and is ready to begin trials. This is a nightmare scenario gentlemen. This technology will give whoever possesses it the means to destroy our defenses, cities, and installations at will. It is unimaginable for the Syndicate to possess this kind of power. But… it gets worse, much worse.”

He clicked the remote, and a new screen came into focus, showing two men sitting together in a cafeteria. “The man on the right is Paul Leafton. He is the lead scientist at the lab in Christchurch. The man next to him is George Pascal - a known member of the SVR, the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service. We aren’t the only ones who have infiltrated the Syndicate lab. As bad as it would be for the Syndicate to have this weapon, it would be far more disastrous for the Russians to have it. ”

He turned off the screen. “We must move immediately. Captain America, we need you and two others of your team to head to Christchurch. Captain Nick Wilson has provided us with schematics of the lab. Once you arrive, you must infiltrate that lab and secure the schematic and the software system that runs the satellite. Nick will meet you inside the lab to show you where they are located. You will return it to us. We would prefer that this remains covert, but we must have those schematics and that software, at all costs.”

Colonel Curt stands up then, and addresses them. “You have your orders gentlemen.”

The blond, hard-muscled leader of the team stands up and nods. “Ben, Ryan, you are with me. Let’s do this.” The others file out of the door. Tyler stops just before leaving, and puts his hand on Curt’s shoulder. He doesn’t say a word, but he looks deep into Curt’s eyes. Then the two men nod, and Tyler heads out.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri hadn’t slept in 48 hours. But it didn’t matter. Super soldiers could go a week without sleep if needed, as he was learning. He peered out over the dashboard of the inconspicuous Toyota Yaris as he and Georgi drove through the streets of Christchurch. The undercover SVR agent had met him at the safe house as expected just two hours prior. Dmitri wanted to know everything about the area and Georgi did not disappoint, providing a detailed layout of the laboratory and surrounding area. This would be a simple in and out. Or that was the plan, anyway.

The laboratory looked like a normal office building - silver, 3 stories, glass windows around the outside. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was not even owned by the Syndicate, just one of the floors was leased out to them. It was risky to not secure a place like this but at the same time, what better place to hide than in plain sight?

The clock in the car read 2:32AM as Georgi shut the car off in the empty parking lot. It wasn’t common to come to the lab at this hour but Georgi had a few times over the past year to test the security. Dmitri had an All Blacks hoodie on with black jeans and boots. He needed to be dressed casually just in case he was seen. Georgi looked at him with a nod. “OK, count from 120…” Georgi got out of the car, grabbing his work backpack and coffee. He had been up for 24 hours himself. But the coffee wasn’t to keep him awake. He headed toward the building, walking through the glass door into the lobby.

Robbie was behind the security desk just like he always was, watching a movie on his phone. He glanced up to see who it was. “Evening Robbie!” Georgi said, walking across the lobby. Robbie gave a short wave. “Hey George, another late night, eh?” Georgi smiled back. “You got that right. We’re about to change the world…”

Then the coffee slipped in his hand, making it look like a fumble, his face contorting in surprise as it fell to the ground, spilling everywhere. “Oh gosh, shit! I’m sorry Robbie. Do you have any paper towels or something to clean this up?” Robbie sighed. He didn’t like to work any more than he had to and the movie was in a good spot. He put the phone down, knowing he needed to get some cleaning supplies from the back. “No worries, doc. I’ll handle it.”

“I’m so sorry Robbie. Thank you!” He said, walking to the open elevator as Robbie dropped the phone on the desk. He had to get the fucking mop and some water from the back. It sucked being night time security. No janitorial he could call on. Fucking cheap ass building. He walked toward the janitorial closet and that was when Dmitri opened the glass door quietly, walking straight into the lobby and dashing toward the elevator with Georgi in it.

Georgi held his badge to the elevator door and held down the 3 button. The door closed as Dmitri entered the elevator. The two men looked at each other and nodded without speaking, the first challenge passed. The doors opened on the 3rd floor. On the right was a lawyers office and on the left was the nondescript entrance to the laboratory. Georgi moved to the door and scanned in. The door clicked but behind it was a hallway. He left the door open and turned left, walking 5 feet out of view where there was a second door - steel-reinforced with a retina scanner next to it. He stood in front of it and scanned his eyes. Locks started to turn in the door for nearly 15 seconds, and then a hiss of decompression exhaled. Georgi grabbed the handle and pushed the door in. Dmitri stepped in behind, closing the outer door and walking into the lab behind his undercover agent.

They walked across the large open laboratory heading toward Georgi’s office on the far wall. There were no windows in the lab, the walls all reinforced steel just like the door they had walked through. In the walls were scrambling devices used to cloak details about what the inside of the lab looked like like. Those security measures didn’t mean shit if you could infiltrate the Syndicate and walk right through the front door. Dmitri smiled at the simplicity as Georgi booted up his computer. He downloaded 28 gigs of files from shared drives straight to the local disk, then shut the machine off. Dmitri opened the computer and removed the hard disk, sliding it into a static free bag he had in his hoodie. They walked out into the laboratory and Georgi opened a drawer, pulling out a piece of fabric. “This is infused with Andrium. See how strong it is.” he said, handing the matte material that looked like normal kevlar to Dmitri.

Dmitri nodded. He pocketed the sample along with a vial of liquid Andrium. And that was when they both heard the click of the lock. The outer door had just opened. Dmitri cursed under his breath. He dashed across the lab floor to the far side, moving behind the heavy steel door that was still ajar, disappearing just out of sight before it swung open. Nick Wilson walked through the door, the large CCS agent dressed in normal street clothes, his eyes locking onto Georgi immediately. He wasn’t surprised to see him - his car was in the parking lot.

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“George, you’re up late. You forgot to close the security doors…” he said. He hesitated for a second but then decided to close the door behind him, the mechanism locking again.

Georgi smiled, an ashamed look on his face. He played the part beautifully. He had been tremendously embarrassed to learn only a few hours earlier that Nick Wilson was a rival agent from the USA. “Oh yeah, sorry. I just got here.”

Dmitri shifted quietly as Nick closed the door with a clicking sound.

“I just had a brilliant idea hit me before bed and I needed to come back to validate whether it would work.” Georgi continued. “Come, take a look at this!” He said excitedly, waving Nick away from Dmitri.

Nick moved toward Georgi, suspiciously. He knew Georgi was SVR and this was entirely too awkward. Just when he had organized for the Americans to arrive to secure the Syndicate tech, Georgi was also here…And that was when Dmitri pounced. Nick heard the sound - he was a capable agent. He turned but Dmitri was already in his grill, throwing a wicked right cross toward Nick’s head. Somehow Nick was able to duck it, anticipating from the sound that he was going to be attacked. He lifted up and fired a brutal uppercut straight to Dmitri’s jaw with all he had. The big Russian hardly moved from it, his head snapping upward just a little bit as he kept focus on the American spy. Dmitri let a little smirk out then grabbed Nick by the neck, lifting the 6’4 240 pound CCS agent up easily and tossing him into the steel wall behind. Nick’s body hit hard and he was stunned as pain wracked through him. Dmitri strode forward and stepped into a kick, driving his black boot straight into Nick’s head and knocking him out cold.

Immediately there was a massive crash outside the metal door. And only three seconds later, the metal door emitted a groan, the metal denting inward with a loud crash. Then again it distorted itself. Someone was trying to get in. And that someone had to be a super soldier. Dmitri immediately executed the back-up plan. He walked to the middle of the room, looking up. There were 4 skylights looking down into the lab, the only way light actually made it into the lab. There was another crash, the metal bending inward as the door started to shift on the hinge. That was when the alarms started to sound and the red lights and strobes started to flash. Fuck, now the Syndicate knew. This was getting complicated.

He grabbed a chair and pulled it under the skylight, standing up on the chair and jumping to grab an edge to the ceiling. His fingernails barely held as there was another crash and this time the door flew off the top hinge. As he hung in place, he looked through the partly hanging door and saw Captain America with two other super soldiers in tow behind him.

Dmitri couldn’t wait, the shouting from outside the door ignored as he pulled up on his finger nails and blasted through the skylight glass, hoping up onto the roof top. He looked down into the lab and saw Georgi climbing the chair. And then Georgi’s body was shoved sideways. Captain America walked into the frame of the skylight, looking up and Dmitri knew that Georgi was done for. His eyes locked on Captain America’s, wanting to stay and kill the man that killed his friend and mentor, Ivan. But he had what he needed and there were 3 of them and one of him. He turned quickly and ran across the roof deck, gravel flying everywhere as he got to the edge. As he did, he didn’t hesitate, his super soldier frame taking to the air and jumping off the roof. He fell the 4 floors to the ground, landing in the grass on his feet with grace. He easily continued running straight for the woods behind the lab.

As he hit the wood, he stopped behind a tree and turned back to look at the building.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Tyler frowned, checking his watch, flanked by Ben and Ryan as they sped on foot through the woods heading towards the laboratory. They were due to rendezvous with Agent Nick Wilson at 2:45 am. It was 2:30am right now. The plan was for the team of super soldiers to scale the building and reach the roof. Easy for them. Nick Wilson would ensure the access door leading to the roof was unlocked, as it was accessible to the third floor lab. They would make their way down to the lab, collect the software from the computer along with the andrium samples, and be out, with Nick in tow. An easy mission. In and out, no one the wiser.

Just two minutes later, after a steady mile-eating pace that they could keep up all day if needed, Tyler could see the office in the distance, a simple three story affair, nothing out of the ordinary. The lab in question was on the third floor. Suddenly, as they approach the parking lot of the lab, Tyler sees a flash of light up ahead. He motions quickly behind him, and Ben and Ryan come to a halt.

Tyler speaks up, “A car? Pulling into the parking lot at this time of night? Something seems…” Then suddenly, Tyler freezes. His gut is churning as he spies one of the figures getting out of the car. It’s a man he … recognizes. A man he’s only seen once before, in the heat of battle. On the day Dr. Maverick was killed.

Tyler speaks up, a note of extreme urgency in his voice. “Let’s go. Now. We have no time to waste.”

Ryan and Ben catch the urgency in Captain America’s voice, and together the three of them race towards the lab at a full run. Even so, they are at least two miles away, and it takes a few minutes for them to cover that much distance, even if they are super soldiers. Tyler had abandoned his original plan. There was no longer any time for stealth. They had to go in hot. Now. Before that Russian Spetsnaz could escape. The three of them were all dressed in solid black SWAT style uniforms, the tight-fitting material showed off their powerful physiques as they charged up to the front of the building. They barged in and a security guard bolted up from his desk, his phone flying to clatter across the floor, playing some sports match. He bellowed, “You can’t come in here, this is private property!”

Tyler and his companions ignored him. They bolted for the stairs, leaving him screaming uselessly behind them. They leap up the stairs five at a time, bounding effortlessly. They burst into the corridor outside the lab, and are confronted with a heavy steel door, bolted shut.

On the other side of the door, Tyler could clearly hear the sound of blows being exchanged. Without another moment’s hesitation, the brawny, hard-muscled Captain America surged forward, flanked by Ryan and Ben, smashing his shoulder with incredible force into the door. Every combat-forged, ultradense muscle in his body rippled with determined might as he smashed into the door. It began to deform, unable to withstand the power of America’s mightiest super hero. Alarms and red lights started to flash and join the loud smashing sound of Captain America driving his shoulder into the door. One more smash, and the door blasted inwards, hanging crazily by the hinges, nearly torn off.

Tyler assessed the situation rapidly, there lying in a heap against the wall, lay Captain Nick Wilson. And there, on a chair, surrounded by shattered glass was the Russian SVR agent.

And there, hanging from the rim of a shattered skylight, was the man that had accompanied the Russian Super Spetsnaz the night Dr. Maverick had been killed. A cold fury churned inside him, but the disciplined hero got control of his emotions, and sprang into action. He darted forward, knocking the SVR agent brutally to the side, sending his body flying into a lab bench with a loud crash and the sound of breaking instruments. He looked up, his eyes meeting the gaze of the Spetsnaz. Before Tyler could react, the Spetsnaz was gone, hauling himself up over the edge and trying to escape. Not on his watch, he wouldn’t.

He barked out an order to Ryan and Ben, “Secure the site, contact HQ and get some teams here. Check on our man there.” He nodded at the thick muscled, knocked out form of Nick Wilson slumped against the wall. “I’ll get that Russian bastard. I should be back in about five minutes. He can’t outrun me.”

Then, Tyler crouched, coiling his herculean thighs like a spring, unleashing a surge of inhuman might, propelling him straight up through the shattered skylight. He landed like a gazelle on the roof of the office building. But there was no sign of the Russian. He felt a momentary surge of confusion? How? Where? Smoothly, Captain America darted to the edge, and leapt down, dropping four stories to the earth below with a soft WHUMPP, landing in a three point stance, designed to absorb and cushion the impact of his fall, his thick muscular legs acting like shock absorbers. His sharp eyes scanned the lawn, and he could see a disruption in the dew that coated the grass, heading off to the woods. Grimly, he surged forward towards the trees, following the trail of disturbed dew in the grass. He struggled with one problem though… how did the Russian cover this much distance so quickly? But that was a problem for another time.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri watched from the wood as the large-bodied American super soldier leaped from the roof of the building to land in the grass. Captain America paused for a second after landing, evaluating the situation but then started to move in Dmitri’s direction. A slight smile appeared on Dmitri’s face as he turned and started to run again. He had about a 200 yard lead on the American, not wanting to hide his movements...not yet anyway. It was time for some payback.

Dmitri jogged through the wood for about half a mile, switching the samples and drive to his pants before shedding his hoodie halfway through, dropping the clothing along the way, leaving crumbs for Captain America as he exited the wood near a highway. He ran down a grassy embankment, dropping his black combat shirt as he rounded the corner, turning left and going under the highway to the other side. The roar of the highway was loud, a perfect place to cover up the commotion that would likely ensue. On the other side was a chain link fence. He walked up to it slowly and grabbed it, easily hoisting himself up and over the top in one fluid motion, his muscled chest rippling as he landed on the other side. He walked forward about 10 paces and surveyed the area. A massive new construction project was underway and at this hour, nobody was around. A few large flood lights lit the area.

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He stood on the edge of the construction site, then as Captain America rounded the corner, he locked eyes on the American super soldier. Then he jumped backward, somersaulting in the air and disappearing from sight as he landed in the mud pit below, a large yellow excavator to his back as he looked to tease his opponent to follow. He quickly deposited the hard drive and samples inside the drivetracks of the excavator to make sure they stayed safe, then turned to look up at where the American super soldier would be coming from.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson:Captain America reaches the edge of the woods at a dead run, and catches sight of a figure up ahead darting through the trees, moving so fast he was nearly a blur. It was at that point that Tyler began to realize something was very wrong here. The Russians didn’t have anymore super soldiers, and didn’t have the means to make anymore… He knew that this Spetsnaz he was chasing hadn’t been a super soldier back at Dr. Maverick’s lab. So how could he be one now?

Tyler’s thick muscles rippled with seemingly endless endurance and power as he navigated the woods, finding pieces of black clothing being shed by the Spetsnaz as he ran, almost as if he wanted Tyler to follow him. Grimly, Tyler vowed to get to the bottom of this.

The powerful blond-haired, hard-muscled American super soldier sped along the trail, eventually finding a highway, the sound of traffic roaring over the barriers. He followed the trail under the highway, smoothly squatting and leaping over a chain link fence in one graceful motion. On the other side, a flood lit construction site spread out before him. And then his eyes locked with the Russian Spetsnaz standing on the edge of a mud pit, before suddenly leaping down out of sight.

Tyler grimly surged forward, fully aware now that somehow, someway, the Russians had managed to create another super soldier. But… soon they would be back to zero again. Captain America surged forward, leaping down into the mud pit to face Russia’s newest super soldier. Tyler strode forward, dropping into a battle stance. His eyes were cold as ice, and every muscle in his body flowed with deadly grace as he circled in on his opponent. He kept his movements slow, deliberate, until suddenly, unexpectedly, he exploded into sudden violence, driving his right first forward as his chest and core rippled with super human strength and speed, aiming a heavy blow for the Russian’s head, while his left foot snapped forward, launching a debilitating kick directly at the Russian’s right knee.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Just where Dmitri wanted him, he watched as the powerful American jumped down into the construction site to pursue him. This was not protocol. He should not be engaging in this type of action but Georgi was likely dead. Ivan was dead. And Captain America was at the center of it all.

The super soldier rival strode forward and went straight into battle mode as Dmitri was forced to also prepare himself, his bare naked chest rippling with muscle as he brought his arms up and moved carefully. It was quiet at this hour, the sound only of the two super soldiers sizing each other up and their boots squishing in the mud. Then Captain America pounced, exploding forward at Dmitri. The Russian countered with tremendous speed, slightly smaller than the big American but also faster as a result. Captain America’s fist flew past Dmitri’s head as the Russian stepped in on the American and drove a knee straight up into his opponent’s ribcage, not letting Captain America get the range to kick at his knee. Then with blinding speed, Dmitri tried to flank the big soldier, grabbing for his shirt and pants with both hands and looking to lift and throw him head first toward the large yellow excavator. swe

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: If Tyler had any lingering doubts about the abilities of his opponent, they were dissipated as soon as the hard-muscled, bare chested Russian reacted to his attack. With blinding inhuman speed, the Russian closed the distance between them, causing both his right fist and his left foot to miss the Russian, leaving Captain America out of position and off balance. He was stunned by the speed of his attacker, even for a super soldier, his reaction time was insanely fast.

Only just in time, the powerfully muscled American super soldier brought his left arm down, tucked in tight against his ribs, and leaned towards the incoming kick, to protect against that knee. The blow slammed into the crook of this powerful bicep and forearm, the shock of the impact ripping through his body, the lateral motion of the strike transferring into his planted right foot, driving it deep into the muddy earth.

Captain America fought to regain his balance, ignoring the explosion of pain ripping through his body, and as a result, was caught off guard, unable to prevent Dmitri from flanking him. He felt himself being lifted, and felt the material of his muscle-hugging combat top and trousers rip and tear from the extreme force as he was hurled head first towards the excavator.

Only just in time, Tyler got his arms up to protect his head, trying to cushion the blow. The large excavator rocked slightly from the impact, as another shockwave of pain knifed through the American’s hard-muscled arms, his body folding up like an accordion as his combat training kicked in to diffuse the impact, before he unceremoniously collapsed head first into the mud, dazed and aching, as he scrambled to right himself.

His shirt had been torn, partially exposing the hard contours and powerful lines of the steel-cut traps. His trousers were likewise ripped, not engineered for the kinds of forces being thrown at them.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri saw the reaction on Captain America’s face as he did to the super soldier what he had rarely ever experienced in dodging the brutal attacks. After tossing the big man into the excavator, Dmitri held the torn remnants of Captain America’s shirt and pants, dropping them into the mud as he cracked his knuckles, looking down at the American laying at the base of the excavator. He moved in quickly, not taunting or saying anything. There would be time later for words, letting his boot do the speaking instead as he roared out loud, his abs clenching into a full eight pack as he sent his foot flying toward Captain America’s head, trying to rock the big man and pin him to the excavator’s track, looking to further devastate the hero with shock and awe reserved usually for Captain America’s enemies.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Only just in time, Tyler managed to right himself, his powerful muscles rippling and straining as the elite American super soldier reacted with split-second timing. He threw himself to the side,only just managing to move his head out of the way of the Russian super soldier’s devastating kick. He slammed back first into the mud, moving at a blurring fast speed. A loose flap of his torn shirt caught on the tread of the excavator as he threw himself clear, ripping his shirt clean off him, the tatters scattering to the mud, exposing his steel-cut, combat forged torso, his eight pack abs as tough as the armor of a battleship, his thick, ultra dense pecs harder than concrete, and every line of his lats, abs, and chest sharp cut, the definition of his super soldier muscle almost unreal.

As the American super soldier hit the mud, he kicked out with unreal speed, seeking to smash the Russian’s planted leg out from under him before he could recover from his missed kick.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri’s leg flew up and past the American’s head as the big man shifted away with lightning speed. Getting used to fighting a man with his properties would have to come quickly as Captain America caught his plant leg and swept him off his feet. Dmitri fell to his ass in the mud, spattering up onto his tapered lower back as he twisted his hard upper body away from Captain America, his eight pack of granite in full flex as he brought his booted left foot straight toward Captain America’s jaw, looking to keep the big American at bay before crabbing back on his hands a few paces and kipping back up to his feet.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Tyler grunted, his combat-forged steel-cut muscle already spattered with mud, as his boot knocked out the Russian’s leg. Tyler was also backpedaling as the Russian shifted to regain his feet, that boot snapping back towards Captain America’s square cut jaw, missing it by inches as the powerful American super soldier sprang back up to his feet.

Tyler’s cock started to surge and harden, as it always did in the heat of combat, a natural by-product of the serum, as he sized up the awesomely powerful physique of the Russian super soldier in front of him. He was far younger, and his musculature far more imposing than the last Russian super Spetsnaz he had killed.

He began to channel and tap into that rising animalistic fight lust as he became one with his body, time seeming to slow as every second stretched out. Tyler leapt forward, springing off his left foot, driving him deliberately towards the excavator, where he parkoured off the tread with his right foot, his right arm rippling with power as he drove his fist directly towards the Russian’s jaw, coming in at what he hoped was unexpected angle and vector of attack thanks to his parkour movement. Let’s see just how good this Russian is.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri had been a prodigy in the Spetsnaz, one of the most capable fighters to come from the unit in the past 10 years but even he was not prepared for such an attack or the speed in which it came. He kept his hands up, watching Captain America as the big man moved at speeds that he was still getting used to, not having the benefit of training with other super soldiers. The angle of attack was clear in his mind until it wasn’t, and then it was already too late as Captain America’s fist smashed into his jaw with brutal force and power, the big super soldier’s weight flying behind his hard knuckled fist.

Dmitri’s head snapped hard, a tooth ejecting from his mouth. Super serum didn’t make the roots stronger, not that he was worried about it at that moment. His jaw was ringing as his head snapped to the side. He staggered backward, down the side of the excavator but miraculously kept his feet, contorting his body to keep his balance as he was shoved backward into an open area at the rear of the excavator with a pile of large rocks on the other side. He got his hands back into place and circled a bit, focused on the fight as he felt his own manhood start to swell from the punishment and the brutal excitement of the fight that was to come. He threw a quick snap kick toward Captain America’s left leg as they circled, then stepped in, flexing his densely packed bicep and clenching his fist, looking to drive it up into the American’s solar plexus.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Tyler felt his fist make savage, solid, satisfying contact with the Russian’s hard jaw, a blow which would have killed a normal man. Tyler’s parkour had confused the Russian as he’d hoped. He landed smoothly, turning to follow up his advantage, falling into a tight battle stance. Tyler and his fellow super soldiers had trained together often, to hone their skills against an enhanced opponent, so he was no stranger to fighting a fellow super soldier.

And sometimes, with Ben at least, things went a little further than just sparring. They helped take care of each other’s needs.

Tyler was, however, extremely impressed by how the Russian handled the blow. It had hurt him, badly, as evidenced by the tooth that went flying out of his mouth, but he kept his footing and his guard remained strong. Tyler tensed up, starting to launch his attack sequence, when suddenly, to his surprise the Russian attacked first!!!

Tyler honestly wasn’t expecting him to recover so quickly. He had already launched a right cross when suddenly the thick-muscled Russian’s right leg snapped out towards his left quad in a lightning fast snap kick. Instinctively, Captain America raised his left knee to block, but the need to defend interrupted his own attack sequence, and his right cross never landed. Then, before he could reforge his guard, the Russians left fist surged forward into his undefended core, spearing him in his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of Captain America’s lungs and blasting his body backwards to smash into the rear of the excavator. The agony was excruciating, as brutal knifing pain tore through the dense muscle protecting his core, ripping through his vitals, causing a wave of weakness to sap his strength and energy. Even for a super soldier, being hit in the solar plexus is no joke. On instinct, Tyler kept rolling his body along the back of the rocking excavator, towards the pile of rocks to create distance and get his breath back.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri could see the surprise on Tyler’s face as he did everything he could to set the fear of God into the American, even as his face was radiating pain. He was able to get the jump on Captain America with the kick but it was mostly a setup for the uppercut, folding the big American up around his fist as Dmitri sent his rival backward into the excavator with brutal force. He could see on Captain America’s face that this had hurt him but the big man kept his feet against the heavy machinery and staggered toward the rocks behind him.

Dmitri’s brain was moving a mile a minute and as he saw this, he moved quickly toward Captain America, dipping his shoulder and looking to drive it into Tyler’s mound of battle forged muscle as he tried to wrap his powerful arms around Captain America’s torso, his biceps squeezing hard and rippling around the American’s ripped chest. He lifted and looked to drive the big man backward, off his feet and tried to slam him down on top of one of the larger rocks, grunting with the effort as his whole body flexed with brutal Russian precision.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Captain America fought with every ounce of his will to master and control the damage from that blow to his plexus. But not even he could shake off a direct hit to his solar plexus so easily. When the Russian charged him, he tried to throw himself clear, but the damage had been done, and he was too slow to avoid it. The Russian’s shoulder smashed like a MAC truck into his thickly muscled, battle-forged torso, doubling down on the damage from the blow to his plexus, and rocking the big excavator. The air that Captain America had been desperately replacing was once more knocked out of his lungs, and more pain ripped through his core.

The world spun upside down, followed quickly by a brutal impact to his spine as he was suplexed with savage efficiency onto one of the rocks, practically a boulder. Pain knifed through his back and spine as he lay splayed out across the rock, the powerfully muscled Russian super soldier still gripping him tightly in a body lock. Tyler had been hurt and weakened by the Russian’s savage double attack. He needed some space, some distance to recover. His right hand, draping across the ground brushed across another irregularly shaped chunk of rock, and with a surge of focus and power, his arm flexed with sheer All-American muscle as he heaved that big chunk of rock up, aiming to smash it ruthlessly into the side of the Russian’s head.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri’s manhood flexed against his pants as he pounded the large American down into the boulder of rubble. The ground flexed as the boulder sunk into the mud further on the impact as the two densely packed alphas applied tremendous force. Dmitri could see the pain he was causing and it was a major rush. He leaned forward in Captain America’s guard, feeling the American super soldier’s manhood pressing his combat fatigues as he pulled his fist back. He wasn’t paying attention to Captain America’s dangling arm though and it came from nowhere with tremendous velocity as the rock smashed into Dmitri’s face. The jagged edges cut into his cheek, tearing the skin as he was thrown wildly off of Captain America’s body, rolling sideways several rotations into the dirt, his head ringing and his face in agony as blood leaked from the open wound. He lay on his back, dazed for a moment, trying to regroup before slowly starting to sit up after several seconds.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Captain America lay there for a few seconds, draped across the half-sunk boulder, his chest heaved as he drew in vast lungfuls of air. Then, he sat up, his steel-cut hard-muscled torso throbbing with pain, from the front and back, from the Russian’s savage assault. But pain was no stranger to Tyler. Grimly, he started to fight past the worst of the assault, and he reached down to his tactical belt, and drew his diamond-tipped blade. He could see the rock had sliced into the side of the Russian’s cheek, and his face was bleeding.

Super soldier muscle might be too dense to be easily penetrated by a plain steel blade, but there was very little muscle on a man’s face, and the rock had been thrown against his head with all of Captain America’s considerable strength. Time to finish this. Captain America surged forward, hoping to catch the Russian off guard, his blade held low. He swung the blade down in a low arc, looking to sink it right into the Russian’s muscled lats while he was struggling to sit up.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: The sound of the unsheathing of the knife jolted Dmitri upright as he shook his head out, seeing Captain America rise up off the boulder, blocking out one of the large flood lights behind him as his shadow nearly covered all of Dmitri’s body. The Russian shifted as quickly as he could, leaning forward but it wasn’t enough to stop the knife from slicing through his muscled left lat like a knife through butter. He avoided the knife plunging into his body, limiting the attack to just a slice. But that slice...Dmitri let out a roar of pain as the densely packed muscle was carved and wounded. Super soldier muscle was dense and strong but when it was sliced, it was pain that could not be suppressed. His momentum took him back toward the excavator as he rolled up to his feet, grimacing, clearly wounded as blood leaked down his pale white skin and down his lower back and side. His cock was rock hard now and leaking as it pressed into his pants noticeably as he backed up toward a pair of filled up dumpsters with industrial piping and cabling sticking out of the top. He reached to the top and grabbed a metal pipe with his right hand, 48 inches long from the rubble as he pulled it out and turned back to face Captain America, swinging it at the American’s head as he turned to face him. He then rotated the pipe around with his wrist, flipping it around and spinning it before putting his left hand on it as well, his training in Kendo several years ago coming back to him quickly.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: The Russian was too fast, and what should have been a mortal wound became a slice. But even so, it was a deep, powerful cut. Tyler could feel the thick ultra-dense Russian super soldier muscle part before the ultra-sharp diamond blade. He was rewarded by a flow of blood from the Russian’s sliced open lat.

Immediately, Tyler reforged his guard and charged in. His dick was throbbing in his trousers, the adrenaline and surge of combat affecting his manhood, filling him with lust, a lust that he had learned to harness and focus in the fight. The Russian backed off just as fast as Tyler charged forward, but Tyler knew he had his man now. There was no where to go. The Russian slammed back into a set of dumpsters, and Captain America lunged forward, driving his blade deep towards the Russian’s solar plexus, every muscle in the blond American super hero’s combat-forged body taut, defined, and rippling with determination to end this threat.

But then, out of nowhere, a huge metal pipe was suddenly swinging towards his head. Tyler was fast, his reflexes and motor control super human, but he was also committed to this killing blow, and the Russian’s reflexes and speed matched his own. He started to duck, aborting his knife thrust in the process, but the pipe still grazed him, smashing into the top left side of his head with savage force, ripping the skin and sending a spray of blood into the air. The pipe was also partially bent from the impact.

The force of the blow knocked Tyler off his feet, causing him to lose his grip on his knife which went skittering off into the rubble, sending him crashing to the rock-strewn, rubble littered ground, as huge drums started pounding inside his skull. Grimly, Captain America reached down deep into the well of his resolve, fighting through the agony and regaining his feet, the pounding of his head now matching the rhythm of his heart beat as blood seeped down the left side of his head.

Facing off against him, he saw that the Russian super soldier had grabbed the pipe in both hands, and was wielding it with a grace and effortless skill that indicated an elite level of training. Undeterred, Captain America charged forward, wedging his boot under a large rock and sending it hurtling towards the Russian’s head. In the wake of his attack, the blond haired All American super soldier surged forward, then at the last second with the grace and speed of an elite champion wrestler, ducked low, driving down on one knee, both hands reaching out to grab the Russian’s thighs in an attempt at a brutal, super powered double leg takedown.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri felt the bar hit its target as it forced Captain America to stop in his tracks, the bar bending slightly and coated with blood from the American super soldier. Still new to this super soldier stuff, he was stunned, watching his rival shake it off. He appreciated just how strong and powerful Captain America was as he was immediately put on the defensive.

His rival quickly charged in and put Dmitri on his back, taking out his legs and lifting him up with brute strength to pound Dmitri down, back first into the ground. Dmitri braced for the impact but the ground was still muddy and soft so it didn’t hurt as much as it looked. The American soldier’s body pressed into Dmitri, putting weight against his sliced lat which drew sharp pain through his ripped, densely muscled torso as mud caked across Dmitri’s smooth back. Dmitri’s cock was rock hard, pressing straight into Captain America’s body as he tried to neutralize the bigger American by bringing his left arm down from the pipe to Captain America’s neck, trying to secure it.

With his other hand, he held the metal pipe up and let it slide through his grip until his hand was in the middle of the pipe. Then he turned it and smashed the end of the pipe straight toward Captain America’ lower back, looking to slam the metal straight into the base of Captain America’s spine, not once, not twice, but three times in succession, knowing that there would be no muscle to protect the big man if he struck just right.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Captain America smashed the powerfully muscled Russian down hard, but the soft mud cushioned much of the blow. Undeterred, Tyler immediately started scrambling for a better position, as he felt the Spetsnaz’s large, throbbing manhood driving into his rock-solid chiseled abs as his torso lay enfolded between the Russian’s herculean quads.

But the American’s path forward was blocked as the Russian barred the way, driving his left forearm into Tyler’s throat. Smoothly, the American super soldier pulled back, sitting up, driving his knees into the mude, bracing himself for another attack, when suddenly the small of his back, right over his spine began erupting in throbbing agony as the Russian smashed his metal pipe into Captain America’s back. The pipe deformed further as it blasted against the American’s enhanced body.

The blows were painful, and they weren’t something Tyler could ignore. Neither could he ignore the unbelievable pressure starting to compress his powerful core as the Russian’s legs tightened convulsively around his waist. With a roar, Captain America wrapped his arms around the Russian’s thickly muscled quads, securing a tight grip. Then, his torso tightened like concrete, each ab brick popping into full definition as the American super soldier drew on the power of his armored core, suddenly springing up to his feet, lifting the Russian super soldier by his legs, and twisting, seeking to smash the Spetsnaz’s iron hard physique into the heavy dumpster, as though the Russian’s powerfully muscled body were nothing but a club.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri felt Captain America’s power falter a little with each smash of the pipe into his back, his legs wrapping around the American looking to strangle him and keep him at bay so he could eliminate his ability to walk and move. His bicep flexed hard around the big American’s neck but he had no idea where his opponents arms were. And that was his biggest issue

Captain America roared and Dmitri felt his body slowly lifting off the ground, his legs squeezed tight around the American super soldier’s body as Captain America swung Dmitri straight into the dumpster. The sound was deafening as the force shifted the dumpster onto it’s edge, the bottom lifting up as it leaned sideways with just enough momentum to tip over onto its side, spilling all of the construction garbage and materials out the other side.

The impact hit Dmitri on his right side, the blunt metal on bone and muscle causing a huge ache of pain through him but at least it wasn’t his sliced lat. His legs released and he landed on his ass in the dirt, still upright, the metal pole still in his right hand. He rotated it in his hand, rolling his wrist to get some extra momentum and sent it smashing toward Captain America’s left knee cap, growling with the power, his right bicep fully flexed and his powerful ab bricks and core fully defined as it helped to keep him upright.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: The dumpster was bowled over by the sheer force of Captain America’s blow. The Russian released his legs from around the Captain’s waist, and dropped. Tyler grunted with relief, filling his lungs with air, even as his spine throbbed from the heavy blows he’d just received.

Tyler moved in, crouching low, prepared to leap on top of the downed Russian, spattered with mud, as Captain America was himself likewise mud spattered. Before he managed to leap, his knee exploded in outrageous pain, crumpling under the heavy blow from the Russian super soldier, sending him stumbling and crashing into the tipped over dumpster. Gasping from the savage assault, his knee throbbing with agony, Captain America twisted in place, planting his hands on the edge of the dumpster, muscling up, coiling his right leg, the powerful thigh coiling and building up enormous energy in the flexed herculean muscle, before releasing it all at once, unloading his combat boot in a colossal kick directed into the Russian’s solar plexus as he sat upright in the mud!

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: The metal bar was deforming rapidly with multiple kinks in it as it again tagged the American super soldier in the leg. Dmitri took a deep breath, as Captain America fell toward the dumpster. He was about to get up but could see what his big opponent was trying to do with the mule kick. Dmitri relaxed his abs and let his upper body fall toward the ground as the big black boot flew over his head. He stopped the descent quickly, his ripped 8 pack flexing into thick bricks of muscle as he used his core to spin and kick toward Captain America’s plant leg, looking to bring the big American back down to earth. Then, with exceptional speed, Dmitri shifted out of the spin and up onto his knees, grabbing the bar with with hands and swinging it like a bat toward the rear quarter of Captain America’s torso, growling with the power he put into it as his muddy back, arms and upper body put all his muscle into the swing

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Grunting with effort, once again the elite Russian super soldier evaded his attack, falling back out of the path of his boot. Captain America heaved up on his arms, instantly sensing his vulnerability, lifting both legs up off the ground, allowing the Russian’s kick to sweep through the empty air, as his biceps rippled and flexed with power, easily suspending his weight off the ground as his hands gripped the rim of the toppled dumpster.

His mind and body were laser focused on the fight, despite the pain signals from his battered back, head, and knee demanding attention. He once more anticipated the Russian’s strike aimed at his torso and countered it by simply launching himself in the air by sheer arm strength. His triceps surged with super human might to fling him up in the air, the swing passing under him.

Captain America twisted in the air, landing in the mud behind the Russian, his thick and powerful quads acting like shock absorbers, though the landing sent a burst of pain from his knee, the blond haired hard-muscled super soldier never faltered. Without missing a beat, Captain America launched his left hand, palm open wide, seeking to deliver a savage palm strike directly to the Russian super soldier’s kidneys.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri swung hard and hit nothing but air as Captain America lifted himself up and over Dmitri, landing behind him. The Russian turned to his left, exposing his left side and bleeding left lat, the blood already working its way down to his waist in small rivulets as Captain America’s palm slammed into his densely packed muscle. The force was significant and sent Dmitri face first toward the metal dumpster as he grunted out in pain, a sharp shot of pre shooting in his pants as his rock hard cock enjoyed the pleasure of the pain.

Dmitri pushed off the dumpster with his right arm, the metal pipe still in his possession as he swung his left elbow toward Captain America’s face. He wasn’t interested in the blond super soldier’s jaw though, he was really interested in continuing the turning motion and sending the metal pipe straight into Captain America’s ribs, hoping to draw the super soldier’s guard to deal with the elbow as he turned to face the big muscled American

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Tyler’s palm strike smashed flush into the Russian’s left side, as the Spetsnaz had still been turning from his attempted swing. The blond haired All American surged forward to follow up on his advantage as the Russian slammed into the dumpster.

With lighting fast reflexes, Tyler brought his right arm up sharply to deflect the incoming elbow aimed at his face, but too late, Captain America realized the trap he had fallen into. His right arm had been lured out of position, leaving his right flank totally open. Desperate, Captain America tried to backpedal, but he didn’t have time to move far enough out of the way, in fact, by moving backwards, all the blond super soldier had done was intensify the force of the blow.

Instead of taking a blow on the near end of the pipe, he took the blow on the far end of the pipe. The pipe, powered by the Russian’s full strength crunched sickeningly into Tyler’s ribs, his body slightly folding in over the pipe. The pipe itself snapped in two, unable to endure that kind of force. The impact left a gash along the side of his ribs, and the force had come dangerously close to breaking his ribs. He stumbled, holding his aching, bleeding ribs, as they pulsed and throbbed with deep agony. He turned his stumble into a diving roll, knowing he needed to create space to recover. The movement cost him though, sending more pain knifing through his sprained ribs.

He endured it, springing up at the end of his shoulder roll, turning to face his foe, no sign of the battle damage his combat-forged muscle was enduring showed in his expression, which was focused, and steel hard. Much like his cock… the thrill and sheer adrenaline of the combat had his dick pulsing in his trousers as Tyler tapped into that enormous surge of sexual energy to help fuel his determination and sense of duty.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: The pipe snapped across Captain America’s torso, showing off the sheer strength and durability of the super soldier body. The American stumbled, his ribs cut and bleeding as the metal pipe’s end became jagged at the spot that it bent. Dmitri smiled as Captain America fled, rolling away, looking to recover, seeing the animal wounded in front of him.

Dmitri didn’t waste time, following with the shorter pipe, the end of it coated in red blood. He stalked Captain America ominously, backing him toward the excavator as their eyes locked. his full eight pack flexing in and out with his controlled breathing. Dmitri launched the pipe straight toward Captain America, sending it flying toward the American’s right shoulder, looking to force his opponent to shift left. He charged in right behind the metal pipe and jumped, sending a flying knee toward Captain America’s face, looking to throw his full weight into Captain America and in addition to the knee to the head, looking to slam his body into the excavator.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Captain America reacted to the incoming pipe, his combat-honed reflexes firing off with split second timing, throwing himself left to avoid the incoming pipe, his left arm starting to flex and gather strength even as his right boot planted itself against the excavator in preparation to launch a superman punch towards the Russian, but he never got the chance.

The Russian supersoldier’s ruse had been perfect, and no matter how good, how fast, how skilled Tyler was, he simply didn’t have time to avoid the attack. The Russian’s knee smashed into Tyler’s face with a sickening crunch as his nose broke, and the back of his head was brutally thrown into the excavator, followed shortly by his already bruised and aching back. The double impact of the knee, and the blow as the back of his head smashed into the excavator was so savage that Tyler was briefly stunned, coming closer to being knocked out than at any other time in his career as America’s top super soldier.

The entire excavator rocked backwards, swaying slightly from the sheer muscle and power of the Russian’s assault.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri’s knee landed perfectly, a smile briefly crossing his face as his ruse had worked and sent America’s soldier brutally into the excavator, blood spattering from the big fighter, stunning him. He knew this was an opening, albeit a small one. This soldier would take extreme pain and extreme punishment before being defeated. He landed against the America Super soldier, pinning him dominantly against the excavator and reached for his short brown hair, seeing the glaze in his eyes as he knew he had to try and keep him dazed. So he looked to drive the American’s head back into the excavator again, his muscled left bicep contracting and using all it’s force to slam his opponent’s head backward toward the metal of the machine. THen he let that hand slide down, blood leaking down his left side still from the lat wound as he brought his right hand up and gripped Captain America at the neck, twisting his hips and driving his knee straight up toward Captain America’s left side ribs, looking to test the body of the invincible man.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Tyler fought with every ounce of his will to focus, to gather together his addled senses and shake off the effects of that brutal assault. But just as he started to fight off the daze, and regain control of his body, the brutal Russian smashed his left forearm into Captain America’s blond-haired head, crunching the back of his head into the side of the excavator again, causing more stars to erupt in front of his eyes, and sending a shuddering wave of weakness through his ultra-dense super human muscle.

In a daze, Tyler couldn’t stop what happened next, as the Russian pinned him against the excavator, and unleashed a devastating knee strike into his already injured ribs, gashed and bleeding from the blow of that pipe just moments before.

Normally, not even a blow like that would be enough to actually break his ribs… The force of such a blow would send his body hurtling backwards. But Captain America was pinned up against the excavator, caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place. There was no where to go. The full force of the Russian’s super soldier might honed in on those weakened ribs, delivered through that knee strike. There was an audible CRACKKKKKKKKK as for the first time in his career since becoming Captain America, he encountered a force great enough to break his bones. The broken ribs sent a devastating shockwave of agony ripping through Captain America’s core, and a spray of blood erupting from his mouth, evidence of the internal injury caused by that brutal knee strike. The pain however, cleared away the fog in the American super soldier’s mind.

The excavator rocks further and harder than ever before… and tipped past it’s point of balance, the tall machine continues onwards, crashing into the side of the pit with a metallic shriek of twisting metal.

Captain America collapses to the ground, on his knees, letting out a deep bellow, like a wounded animal. His cock, however, is still tight and throbbing in his groin. America’s top super soldier has no quit in him, despite this brutal injury, he reacts from sheer survival instinct. His right hand drops protectively over his broken left-hand ribs, while his left fist smashes up, driving towards the Russian’s cock and balls.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Sinking into Captain America’s body, Dmitri’s knee set off a chain reaction as the large excavator tipped slowly onto its edge, then with a huge metallic boom landed on its side, dust and dirt flying everywhere around the two men, the sound audible for a mile or so in the dead of night. Dmitri felt the shift in Captain America’ body as he broke it, his cock spurting with excitement as he knew he had hurt America’s top fighter badly. He could see it even more clearly as Captain America collapsed to the ground and let out the pain through his deep bellow.

He expected retaliation and it came from the man with no quit. But no quit or not, the injury had slowed him, slowed him enough so that Dmitri could anticipate the right fist. He pulled back just in time as Captain America’s corded muscle flew up toward his groin, the fist curled tight and grazing his pants. Dmitri snagged the thick forearm of his rival and stepped into Captain American, bringing his knee up again, this time twisting his hips and turning up toward Captain America’s jaw, roaring as he put all his power into the knee, looking to again rock the American super hero.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Captain America’s retaliatory fist failed to find it’s mark, the Russian able to dodge the blow, even if only just. Even worse, the injured American super soldier’s left arm was now trapped. Desperately, sensing the danger, Tyler dug down deep, fighting to get his feet under him, fighting to stand up and pull free, fighting to coordinate a body racked with core-searing pain knifing through him, but again, he was too slow.

The Russian’s knee smashed into Captain America’s handsome, hard, square jaw like an armor-piercing missile. And once again, the Russian had a tight hold of Captain America, preventing the force of the blow from sending the American flying, which would have lessened the damage. Instead, held tightly, the American super hero’s jaw absorbed the full force of that devastating knee. Tyler’s head snapped like a whip off to the side from the brutal blow, blood a few teeth spraying out to coat the Russian and the mud beyond him. Tyler felt suddenly as though he were at the end of a long, long tunnel, looking out of his eyes on the other side. Dumbly he realized this was bad. Very bad.

In the Russian’s grasp, Captain America’s combat-forged, steel-cut muscle shivered violently, spasming as his nervous system reacted to the intensity of that blow.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: The fight was still moving at a tremendous speed, even if it felt for Dmitri like it was going in slow motion now. His knee crunched into Captain America’s jaw, feeling the big man’s neck muscles yield to the power he had deployed against them as blood spattered across his abs and pants. Dmitri held Captain America in place for the knee but then shoved him toward the ground, trying to continue capitalizing on the stunned state of his rival.

He became laser focused, knowing he had to move fast but at the same time wanting to punish Captain America for what he had done to Ivan and countless other Russian assets over the years. He kept hold of the arm and slammed his boot toward the American’s thickly muscled chest, looking for the obliques with the heavy sole of his boot. Dmitri looked to plant his boot hard into Captain America’s torso, then he pulled up on that arm with both hands, looking to twist at the same time as he tried to separate it from the shoulder socket, grunting loudly, sweat coating his pale frame as he leveraged every muscle across his own super soldier body, his chest and arms rippling with power from the densely packed muscles.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Vaguely, Tyler was aware he needed to keep fighting, had to climb out of this tunnel he was in. Had to find a way to fight back. He wouldn’t quit, never. There was a way out of this. He focused hard, and the tunnel started to shorten, he began to return to his senses as his super soldier metabolism started to fight the shock.

But again, the Russian was too fast, too relentless. Still holding his left arm, the dazed American super hero was flung ruthlessly on his down in the mud. Then, Tyler’s world exploded in more unbelievable agony as the powerful Russian planted his boot in Tyler’s left side, into the thick muscle of his obliques, and drove his heel in. The pressure tore at his broken ribs, the pain was off the charts, and his internal injuries worsened, the stream of dark blood beginning to intensify as it dribbled out of his mouth. Captain America gargled and gagged, spasming and twitching without any kind of coordination.

Then, a new pain began to assault America’s super hero. His left shoulder screamed in protest as the Russian pulled, twisted, and wrenched on that arm. It took a tremendous amount of effort, but the Russian had all the time in the world, and his success was inevitable. Suddenly, the muscles and tendons gave way, tearing in multiple places as his shoulder was practically torn from the socket, dislocating at a savage and revolting angle, practically maiming him. Tyler’s eyes started to roll back up into his head. Never in his life had he ever experienced agony like this. He was overwhelmed, and on the verge of blacking out. He couldn’t even think rationally anymore.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri roared, his voice echoing through the yard as he slowly tore the America super soldier’s arm from it’s socket, his muscle and leverage slowly dominating and destroying that of his rival. Dmitri saw Ivan’s face again in his mindseye, remembering the heated battle that he was in with Captain America and that Dmitri could not help him. Ivan might be here today if he had. It was somewhat wishful thinking without having the super serum inside him but he wanted to believe he could have saved his friend from this savage.

Dmitri pulled up on Captain America’s arm, letting him hang from it at the awkward angle for several seconds, seeing Captain America struggle with the pain, his eyes rolling. He was the alpha now, and he was going to take his time dismantling the man who killed his mentor and friend. He pulled the big man up onto his knees, blood falling down his body as he rasped for air from his broken torso. He grabbed Captain America with his right hand by the hair, holding the big man up in front of him, looking down, his manhood pressing hard against his pants. Then he growled and let loose, sending four knees flying toward Captain America’s jaw and temple from one side, one after the other, gripping tight onto Captain America’s hair so he couldn’t fall over. Then he let go and stepped back, spinning 360 degrees and sending a brutal roundhouse kick toward the American’s jaw, looking to knock him into darkness in the middle of the construction site.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Grimly, as his combat-forged ultra-dense American super soldier muscle was being systematically decimated, Tyler tried with all his will to fight through the agony, pain, and shock that threatened to knock him out. Weakly, he tried to get his boots under him, scrabbling at the ground, reaching out with his right arm searching for anything he could use as a weapon, but there was nothing around but mud and blood.

Suddenly, the world started to tilt as the punch-drunk American super soldier was hauled up, dangling by his hair in the sadistic Russian’s grip. Vaguely, Tyler’s bloodshot eyes focused on the Russian’s crotch, noting the massive girth of the Spetsnaz’s enormous tadger, throbbing with lust. Tyler’s own cock was beginning to soften, his body overwhelmed with so much damage the fight was getting literally beaten out of him.

Stupidly, the blond haired handsome super soldier, watched as the Russian’s powerful knee lifted up. His world exploded in a nightmare of agony. He lost several more teeth, as his square jaw absorbed each knee like the impact of a cruise missile, sending more of his blood spraying out onto the Russian super soldier’s body and the mud.

He started to fade, his brain beginning to shut down, but then suddenly he was free, and limply Captain America, the face of America’s super soldier program, began to fall down to his knees.

Then, The Russian’s spinning roundhouse kick blasted into his jaw. That was a sickening CRACKK as his jaw finally broke, pushed beyond the limits that his reinforced skeletal structure could endure. The blow very nearly broke Captain America’s neck as well, his head snapping savagely to the side, spraying even more blood from the severely injured hero’s shattered mouth. The blow lifted his limp and broken body off the ground, spinning him through the air to crash into the underside of the tipped over excavator, before he collapsed face down into the mud, his left arm at an unnatural angle, almost torn from the socket, his left ribs caved in, fractured in multiple places, the fragments of broken ribs having caused severe internal injuries. His handsome face was maimed and distorted, the jaw clearly broken in several places, dark red blood slowly dribbling out of his mouth, evidence of his internal injuries.

His body twitched spastically from time to time, and his eyes were unseeing. Captain America, despite all his dedication, training, and enormous strength, despite his combat-forged steel-hard, jacked and chiseled muscle, lay broken and defeated in the mud.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri heard the audible crack of Captain America’s jaw breaking, just as he finished the motion and watched as the big super soldier went flying into the excavator, bouncing off of it and falling like a sack of corn to the ground. He took in some heavy breaths, tired from the fight, feeling the burn of a likely infected wound from his lat.

He looked over toward where he had stored the hard drive and samples, then back at Captain America’s limp body. He could tell the American was still alive. And that was not how he was going to leave him. He walked toward the rubble near where the large rock boulders were, his eyes scanning it for several seconds until a glint registered. Slowly he approached and bent down, grabbing the diamond tipped knife and standing back up. He looked at Captain America’s still form and moved toward him, testing the sharpness against his fingers, drawing blood easily.

He stopped in front of the American, looking down as he brandished the knife in his hand. He stepped over the top of his rival and knelt down, the knife glimmering in the light as he slowly lowered it toward Captain America’s sweat and blood soaked muscle, his abs contracting and disappearing with each breath. He ran the knife blade very lightly down Captain America’s abs, letting the blade cut into the skin lightly but not with significant pressure. Not until he got to the super soldier’s pants.

Then he applied the pressure, looking to slice the fabric away as he weakened it, running the knife down Captain America’s right quad, then switching hands and doing the same down the left, all the way down to his boots. With the fabric frayed, he brought his strong, battle forged arm to Captain America’s groin and pulled, shredding the fabric as he ripped his rival’s trousers off easily, the fabric stretching and tearing audibly.

Dmitri tossed the frayed pants to the side, then resumed with the knife as he slowly ran the tip down from the bloody thin line forming on Captain America’s abs, down the Super Soldier’s left quad, cutting the black compression underwear easily as it pulled apart with each inch that the knife went. He switched hands and did the same on the right, letting the knife dig in on both sides, not too deep but still puncturing the skin with the densely packed muscle below.

Captain America’s briefs fell away easily as he finished the cut, exposing the big man’s epic manhood. Dmitri took it in his hand and gave it a slight squeeze, then let it fall onto Captain America’s body as he put the knife down on the ground and reached down and unbuttoned his own pants. He knew he wouldn’t have long so he didn’t try to take them off, spreading them wide and pulling his own manhood out. It was 11” and coated in pre that had been generated during the fight. He grabbed Captain America’ legs and adjusted him slightly, opening up the super soldier’s hole, then pushed his cock down at the base and felt his way around a bit. When he was lined up, he pushed in, showing no mercy and using all his strength to power himself inside of Captain America. He pushed as far as he could, all the way in, leaning over Captain America’s warm and sweaty body as he impaled his rival, man to man, wanting to humiliate and mentally break his American rival now that he was already physically broken.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Suddenly, slowly, the blackness that engulfed Tyler’s mind began to recede. The first thing he felt was a sharp, hot sting travelling down his abs, travelling with agonizing slowness down his right quad, his calf, then again the same sensation on his left. He let out a soft moan as he fought to regain consciousness. Blood continued to dribble out of his mouth as he felt his battle gear, his compression underwear get shredded off him as realization slowly returned.

He continued to drift in and out of full awareness, the pain from his shattered body and his many wounds continuing to batter his consciousness. He felt something moving down around his ass, but he was still too far gone to be fully aware of what was happening, until suddenly his eyes shot wide open and he was returned to full consciousness. Captain America let out a strangled, half-intelligible groan of pain and humiliation as he felt his ass get split in two. The ripping, tearing pain as his ass was invaded shocked him to his core. Tyler had never been fucked before. Never. He’d sparred on occasion with Ben, his fellow super soldier, and he had fucked him a few times, but Tyler wasn’t interested in getting fucked.

But what Captain America did or didn’t want was currently irrelevant. His broken body began to squirm in the mud as his shattered mouth let out animal groans of agony and shame. He couldn’t believe that his enemy was raping him… right here, right now. As if defeating him wasn’t bad enough… he was being raped.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri felt Captain America come back to life as he penetrated him fully and brutally, the muscled super soldier clearly not familiar with what it would feel like and Dmitri all too happy to show him. He held in place, balls deep inside of the bigger American freak of nature, their heads right up against each other as Dmitri looked down into Captain America's eyes. "Ty moya suka" he said grimly and with great satisfaction.

It was silent in the construction site, only the two of them there and the rucus of their fight had finally died down. He paused for a few seconds, locked eyes, wanting to experience Captain America's pain and humiliation first hand. He started to pull back with his hips when the silence was broken. He heard voices, from up on the ridge where they had come from. His head snapped quickly and he saw lights coming through the trees. Now this mission needed to be saved. He had done what he wanted, even if it was to be cut short. He pushed up on Captain America's broken chest, placing his hands over the obliques he had crushed as he reached back to the ground with his free hand and grabbed the diamond tipped knife. He showed his agility by rotating it in his hand quickly, his wrist flicking as the hilt came into grasp of his fingers. Then in a quick and fluid motion, he drove it straight down and into Captain America's muscled abdomen. He held the knife there, looking into his rival's eyes, then twisted it as hard as he could, looking to further shred the densely packed muscle of the super soldier.

The voices got closer and then there was a clattering of metal as one of the scout crew looking for Captain America slammed into the chain link fence. "Udovol'stviye bylo vse moye, no pora idti. Matushka Rossiya vostorzhestvuyet." he whispered, then pushed off of Captain America's broken frame with both hands and back into a kneeling position. His cock showed the signs of penetrating a man for the first time but he shifted his hips and shoved it away. He had to go, and go fast. Quickly, he rocked up from his knees as the first of the rescue crew cleared the fence and was looking down into the pit. Dmitri darted toward the spot he had hid the hard disk and samples and snatched them as the first bullet flew past his face and ricocheted off the dumpster. It was clear that this soldier was no super soldier as he didn't try to jump down the near 3 stories into the construction site. Dmitri turned and ran, the second bullet slamming into his shoulder. He grunted loudly, his body shuddering and shifting direction but he kept running, the pain brutal but he suppressed it as his legs remained unaffected. A third bullet again ricocheted off the building as Dmitri disappeared behind it. And that was the last the Americans saw of Russia's alpha warrior.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Tyler’s body had been broken… and his mind, his identity, and his dignity were now on the verge of being ripped to shreds. The sense of utter helplessness as he was used for the Russian’s pleasure, the brutal Spetsnaz super soldier’s words seared into his mind, making it clear that to the Russian super soldier, Tyler was nothing but his bitch.

During his rape, he fought hard to hold onto his identity. Then he realized something else… his life was over. The Russian would kill him after raping him. The Russian super soldier intended on taking everything from him, his strength, his dignity, his virgin ass, and finally his life. Despair began to wash over Captain America. He fought against it, fought to hold onto some hope, refusing to quit, even now. But he was helpless. His body was broken.

The Russian’s eyes locked on his… and for one of the first times in Captain America’s life… he felt fear boiling inside him. The look the Russian gave him was one of total unmatched superiority and dominance. The look twisted inside Tyler’s mind, battering at his will and resistance like a sledgehammer. Captain America had never been so thoroughly dominated in his entire life.

Then, Tyler heard voices calling out, voices he recognized. His support team was coming. Hope flared inside him, then pain smashed through his body again as the Russian brutally drove his hand into Captain America’s broken obliques, causing the injured American super soldier to shudder and spasm with agony.

Then, suddenly, Tyler watched helplessly as the Russian plunged his diamond-tipped dagger full into the thick, chiseled armor of his abdominal wall. The blade, powered by the Russians superhuman strength, drove deep into his very core, a dark wave of destruction and agony erupting inside his shattered core like a supernova. The trickle of blood leaking out of Captain America’s mouth became a gush as the Russian twisted the blade inside his guts, pulverizing and shredding his ultra-dense muscles and internal organs.

Tyler saw the hate in the Russian’s eyes as his vision began to fade… his consciousness became lost in a tsunami of mortal agony. Even a super soldier has limits… and nearly all of Tyler’s had been shattered. As his head fell back, and a deep dark blackness started to overtake him, he heard the Russian’s final parting words, words that etched themselves into his brain.

Vaguely, he heard gunshots… and then a long stretch of time passed… before he could swear that he heard Ben’s voice.. Raised in a scream of rage, desperation and fury, “He’s dying… he’s dying… GET THE FUCKING MEDICS NOW!!!”

And then a wave of blackness overtook the defeated American super hero, and he knew nothing more.

He lay still upon the mud, mostly naked, his once mighty body broken, his combat-forged super-dense, super strong muscled frame lay wrecked, ruined, his jaw was shattered to the point where he was almost unrecognizable. Cuts traced down his abs and legs, and his ribs were fractured, his left side visibility dented from the savagery of the Russian’s assault. His left arm lay there in the mud at a twisted, unnatural angle. Blood, dark red, streamed out of his mouth as his eyes glazed over, and pooled out of the sickening, deep stab wound marring the once perfect fortress of his mighty abs.

Captain America lay broken in the mud, defeated by a Russian super soldier that should not even exist.

Published: 2021-11-14, viewed 66 times.