Long Form Roleplayers

Ricky Luna
I don't know how long I've been lying in bed, or even when I started dreaming again. They came first as voices, muffled as if I was listening to a conversation while submerged underwater. Slowly, images began to appear, shadows of muscled men fighting. The memory of fists hitting against flesh and bone, the memory of feeling the impact of punches against my belly, the sting of a knife cutting into my skin. The first full dream I had was of a handsome man holding me tight as we wrestled on the floor. The scent of his sweat, the feel of his body tight against mine. The silky texture of his singlet rubbed against my face as he pinned me to the ground. His voice felt far off, distant as he laughed. In the dream, I look up and see him pinning me to the ground, arms over my head, and a smile on his face. I can't fully see his face, but his smile radiates warmth... Suddenly, I feel my heart beating fast, and the smile turns to a sneer. I can't breathe. I feel my fingers tight against my neck. I claw at his arms and wrists. Panicking This man wants to choke me. I throttled and thrust my hips to buck him off. Suddenly, a shape looms in the distance behind him. A pair of strong hands grip the handsome man's head and twist his neck. The image of the handsome man screams and fades away like smoke, replaced by the looming figure of a muscled man wearing a cruel grin. The scream echoes in my mind, and I wake up, realising I'm the one that was screaming. My body jolts up, drenched in sweat. I was naked except for a thin blanket covering me. I look around. The bunker is empty. It looks familiar, but foreign. I feel like I've been here before, but something seems off. The colour of the blankets, the smell of the room. It shouldn't smell like this. Behind a two-way mirror, a scientist observing me hits a button on a panel. Across the base, a phone rings on your desk. This is the call you've been expecting for weeks now. "Sir...the asset is awake. For real this time. "

Scorp
After the infiltration of our base camp, the security was tightened up and the general added more strategic outposts, and our spies were doing all they could to find out more about the parties who were involved in this. Sitting on the balcony enjoying the sun, quietly going through the security arrangements of the Generals' visit to a top secret base camp. The cars, the guards, the food tasters' chefs, everything needed to be meticulously checked. I look up briefly towards the camp, the jeeps buzzing left and right when my attendant guard comes over and hands me the walkie-talkie. I'm surprised who would want to call me at this time in the wee hours of the morning. I roll my eyes when I hear the shrill voice of the scientist, and I sigh in relief when I listen to them tell me about the asset. "What about his memories? Does he remember anything? Was the project successful or were there any glitches in it?" I directly come to the point. "W-we are yet to test that, sir!" Snarling, I speak in a menacing tone, "Don’t you think you should test if the project is a success or a failure?" Do your fucking nerd tests and give me results." I retort and hand over the walkie-talkie to the guard. Get the Jeep ready! I want to pay a visit to these geeks. I want to see if things are going well. If not, I will put the first bullet in that guy's head and end the General's freaking obsession over someone else’s mind and investing so much money on this shit!" The guard stands up in attention, and without any further ado, he moves outside to get the Jeep ready. I wear my respectable uniform and move outside to find that the Jeep is ready to take me to nerdy land where the general has wasted more than 80% of the money.

Ricky Luna
The scientist comes into the room, nervous after receiving your orders. He smiles, trying to act as friendly as possible. He uses the story your general made up to account for why I might not remember everything. I am told I received bad head trauma from a mission and was in a coma for weeks. They say that my memory will be fuzzy but that I am a soldier in your agency, a spy trained to run covert missions and assassinations. I listen intently, silently. Skeptical, I get up from the bed and the blanket falls off my naked body. My chicken swings in the wind. I clench my fist. My first instinct is to not trust this man, to get free. He cowers into a wall and knocks a picture down. My eyes dropped at the picture. I see your face, grim and stern, in your official picture, naming you the commanding officer of the base. I stoop down and pick up the image, my fingers tracing your chin and lips. "I...I know him...Will...William...Walker." I read the name and begin to feel a deep sense of loyalty as I gaze into your eyes. The scientist mumbles, "You are my commanding officer. You brought me here after saving my life." As you get to the barracks, you'll find me staring at your picture while the scientists monitor my vital signs. The other scientist comes up to you and whispers,"He seems to remember very little, but the good news is he associates your face with loyalty. It looks like the brainwashing took hold... For how long will he have to wait until he is in the field and receives other triggers? "

Scorp
I enter the barracks and find that you're almost naked, sitting in army boxers, as the nerds are examining your vitals and inform me of your current status. I listen intently to the nerds. I turn my attention towards you and keep my face as serious as possible. "It's good to see you doing well, Ricky. I am really glad you came out of the coma." For a moment I thought we lost you. "Just for a moment I feel the brief bouts of emotions and then they are masked." I move towards you and remove your dogtags from my pockets and hand them over to you. "I think these belong to you!" What was the last thing you remembered about our mission, my friend?" I ask with care and concern as I reach out and grab a chair and sit down in front of you and look deep into your eyes. With the Generals' annual meeting coming in, I am already stressed and now he hands me over this guy who I have to babysit. I swear, sometimes I hate the General. I hate how he is spontaneous and the way he looks at me, making me feel as if I am naked. "What was the last thing that you remember, Ricky? Please let me know."

Ricky Luna
I look up at you and put your picture aside. Staring into your eyes seems familiar. I rub my fingers over the embossed dog tags. Reading my name, that's familiar. The numbers too. I take a deep breath and begin recalling what I can remember. I was sent to retrieve some intel. I got caught by a guard and had a hard fight. I touch my stitched up wounds, remembering where the knife went in. Then the world went dark... I remember...intense pain... Then nothing...Until I woke up here. " I look at you and lick my lips. "Were we successful, Will? I mean, sir, My cheeks blush, and I pull the blanket over my lap to obscure the boxers, feeling suddenly naked under your eyes.

Scorp
For the first time on my expressionless face, a hint of a smile appears as I am really impressed with those fucking nerds... 'Daam, we passed high school and college because of them, and now something as successful as this'. Taking a deep breath, I grab your hands and say "don't stress your mind. Lieutenant Major Ricky, I am just glad you're doing well." I look over to the scientists and blurt out in a tone which earned the contempt of all the nerds throughout my youth, "Call the medics! Get them in here and get him cleaned up. Call the station and tell them, Lt. General William Walker and Lt. Major Rocky Luna are both ready to meet General Cane!" I get to my feet and begin to make my way towards the exit, bending down to wear my hat and smiling, "Let's have drinks later tonight Ricky, tabs on me," saying that I take an exit without waiting for your response. Approaching the jeep, I quietly mumble, "To the Generals' office. I need to give my report."

Ricky Luna
I smirk at you when you invite me for drinks. The scientists escort me to the showers where I clean myself and the medics come in to remove the sutures. There is a gnawing thought in my head after you say the name Cane. I clench my jaw and wonder why I have an automatic sense of disgust for the General. I am given a clean uniform, trimly cut and tailored to my body. My fingers run over the fabric and something seems off about the color. I keep thinking to myself that it should be gray, not blue. I shake my head, thinking it's nothing more than the coma talking. The scientists watch me dress through the mirror, listening to me make small talk with the medics. They note that I show no signs of scepticism after talking with you. I signal to the guard that I am ready to leave, and he escorts me out of the barracks. My eyes scan the base that is in a flurry of activity. Guards are posted everywhere as they secure the base for the General's visit. One of the guards grimaces at me, clenching his fist, before he is shoved aside by his compatriot. For some reason, I have a faint image of putting a sleeper on someone who looked like him. I shrug my shoulders, thinking it was some training exercise and he is still sour about it. I am brought to the General's office, and I place my hand on the door knob. I am overcome with a memory of coming into that office, but I remember feeling the tightness of spandex on my body. The memory fades and I walk into the office.

Scorp
After a brief moment with you, I am escorted to the general's office. If there is anyone in this entire base that really pushes my buttons, makes me angry, or even intimidates me, it's General Cane himself. Greeting the secretary, I start to make my way towards his room. Opening it, I am greeted with the asshole's wrinkled face and all happiness just drives out of my life as if I have come face to face with a fucking dementor!!! I lower my hat and keep it underneath my armpit. I stand at attention and salute him. "GENERAL CANE SIR!"

General Cane
Going through the files, I access each one carefully and call the station desk for paperwork. When I hear the door open and you enter, completely well dressed in your uniform,‘such a hot fucker!’ And as you salute, I smile and point to a chair across the table, "umhhh ok ok got it, will send you the signed papers." After keeping the receiver, I greet you in my deep baritone, "so what news Lt." I keep my face as clam as possible.

Scorp
I try to decode the emotions on your face, but it’s too difficult to assess your emotions." The asset is awake! I checked him out and all I have to say is PROJECT is successful. He's on his way here as we speak. "Sir," I add the last word out of necessity and not respect.

General Cane
"quite expected and you always gave me a hard time regarding the money that was wasted on the 'nerds' if I recall correctly, see that's why I am me and you," I say as I move towards the table and pour us two glasses of my own personal collection of whiskey and get the glasses over to you and hand one out to you as I move to sit in my chair again.

Scorp
When I see the General, who is surprisingly active for his age, I am bothered by his gaze and his commanding demeanor.Taking the glass, I clink the glass with yours and take a sip. "The fuckface has good taste, I must say."

General Cane
Taking a sip from the glass, I keep it to the side and ask, in a serious and professional tone, "So Lt. Any glitches? "Has the boy settled down well with Mnemosyne?"

Scorp
"No sir, the nerds say they can only know if he experiences the triggers on the field," I say honestly as I raise my glass to get another sip.

General Cane
"Fine, something is better than nothing" and just when I was about to discuss his safety measures, we heard a knock on the door and I turned towards it only to find you entering the room.

Ricky Luna
I looked in to find you and General Cane sipping whiskey. I smile when I see you, "Sorry Lieutenant General William sir," The secretary said I should just... My eyes go to the general and immediately my face flushes red. My grip on the door handle stiffens and I clench my jaw. "Sir..." I say curtly. I feel a sudden rush of distaste for the General. I reach toward my back pocket, expecting to find a knife handle, but my fingers only graze the supple curve of my ass.

General Cane
I give you a wide grin after closely watching your interaction, every wrinkle on my face accentuating it. "Come on, Luna! We were just discussing your next mission. Would you care for some? " He asks as he holds up his drink to me.

Ricky Luna
I step in and stand at attention. My eyes dart down to you as the General opens his mission briefing file. "No sir," I say curtly, the smell of the liquor making my nose wrinkle. Rage seems to build up in my chest.

General Cane
I look down on William and smile, "We were just discussing the safety protocols built into your brainwashing..."

Ricky Luna
I blink my eyes in disbelief. "My what?" I am stunned. My fists clench and this time I reach for my hips to see if there are any knives.

General Cane
I lean back, sitting on the edge of my desk, confident and calm. I rock the glass back and forth. "Oh yes... You're a secret agent we captured and brainwashed to be our little spy. Didn't William tell you?" I say, as he holds his glass, "Sure you don't want whiskey?"

Ricky Luna
My body tenses and my eyes go blank when I hear the word "whiskey." My mouth was slightly agape. I am back to being the mindless drone that I was when I first woke up.

Scorp
As if on instinct, a smile returns to my face when I see Rick's face. But General Cane has some other plans, and he simply says a few chance words and you go back to being a mindless drone. Frowning, I look towards the general, seeing answers.

General Cane
I smile and take a sip of the whiskey and, looking at William, who’s sitting there perplexed and waiting for my answer, I say, "There are keywords which turn him to being mindless again and return to a state where he had lost most of his memories." I twirl the glass and then laugh sadistically and take another sip of whiskey from my glass,"Daam, I love power and those nerds give me the correct amount. That is why I invest in their talents." Unlike you, Lt. Gen. William, they are worth it! " I'm mocking William, watching his face turn red with rage as he looks at me.

Scorp
Losing the taste for celebration at such a sadistic display of control over the human mind, I keep the glass of whiskey aside and ask him, "So what is the mission and where do you want to send him to?" If I may ask... sir! I try not to display my distaste for the ongoing event, but deep down inside I feel like giving him a taste of his own sadism.

General Cane
I look at your handsome face, trying so hard to hide your distaste at the ongoing events, and I retort in my deep baritone, giving you a slightly stern look, "it's going to be both of you. We are possibly sending you to an enemy base camp or at a certain place to take out the guys he used to work with and who sent him to us." In short, we are simply gift wrapping him and sending him to them." I keep a close eye on your reactions as I swirl my glass.

Scorp
My mouth falls open when I hear of me being selected. "But General, You have selected me to oversee your security details with regards to your meeting with the two heads, and besides, it’s just me and him. What if he gets all those memory triggers which are supposed to be dormant?" I hope you have considered this, sir. "

General Cane
A smirk appears on my face as I stop swirling the glass of whiskey and looking at you. I take another sip from it and say, "I will get someone else to oversee my security details, Lt., and if something goes wrong and his formatting gets undone during the field, then simply give out the key words. He's all yours like a zombie."

Scorp
I look at the general in horror and disappointment and say, "I think I need to leave General Cane; I hope your new puppet will be fine." With that, I get up from my chair and begin to turn around and move out of the room without showing any emotions, intending to go to my quarters.

General Cane
I clink my glass as you make your way to the door, and I look at Ricky standing at attention. Still primed for orders. And utter the word, "Tango." Luna grabs the Lieutenant General.

Ricky Luna
My eyes widen and muscles become tense as the general off-handily says "Tango." My arm shoots out like a whip, butting up against your chest as my fingers wrap around your neck and slam you into the wall. My eyes stare blankly at yours, no thoughts in my head, every muscle serving the General's command. Because of this, I show no mercy, my fingers digging hard into your neck.

General Cane
I stood up and laid the file on the desk, " You may find this brainwashing and drone business distasteful, Walker." But we have an opportunity to deal a crippling blow to those who attacked us... and to use their man to do it. " I lean in and reach out. I rub Rick's shoulder, my thick fingers kneading and digging into his muscles, even taking an opportunity to cup his ass. Then, facing you, my voice was cold and calculating, "I'm offering you a chance to go on this mission and use him." You can either be the man using the weapon Walker...or the man ended by it... It's your choice. "

Scorp
"F-F-Fine, so be it!! I choose to be the man using the weapon... "I groan out and my hands grab onto your wrists and I try to push Ricky’s arm away from me." But the general has him under his verbal commands, obeying his orders, and I relent, knowing that I would lose, as I have started to have feelings for you and didn't want to end your life " general." I gasp out, rubbing my hands on my throat, as I recover quickly, " didn't know you liked to be in control of everyone." I glare at the general standing there thinking about the frailties of the human mind.

General Cane
I smile, satisfied that both the boys are under my control and command. And I move towards the desk to sit down in the chair. He doesn't respond in this mode. As I was saying before, he came in. He comes with 3 main commands: Whiskey for zombie mode—the slack jawed drone; Tango for attack; he should do anything you ask him to, even take a good fuck if you want him to. And the last one sends him back to being his good old chipper self, with no memory of what you had him do... Observe. "Foxtrot!"

Ricky Luna
At the third command, my muscles relax and my eyes blink. I look forward to seeing your face and giving a charismatic smile. "Uh...Lt. General...sir...Why...are you grabbing my ass?" I ask with a grin, before realising I am in the General's office. "Sorry sir, I didn't mean to act unprofessionally."

General Cane
A satisfactory grin appears on my face as I hand over the file to the Lt. Gen. and briefly rub my fat finger over his thumb. As he receives the file and looks at you, I wink. "Your mission brief is inside. Lt. Luna's new uniform is in his barracks. "You ship out at 1800."

Scorp
I watch as the general shares the three codes with me and you react accordingly. I try to keep my face as expressionless as possible while the general is observing and looking on... And then when you return to being your own self, I am relieved to see your smile and see you blushing already. "No problem, Lt. Luna," I mumble to myself, and make my way towards the General, who shoots out the instructions. As I am taking the file, I feel his fat finger rubbing over mine and a shiver runs down my spine. Trying not to react to his perverse acts, I ask, "General Cane, sir!" When do we receive our credentials? "

General Cane
I smirk as I see you getting uncomfortable and conscious and retort back, "They are already done and ready, waiting in an envelope outside with the fucking secretary." And I give you that look as if I am stripping you naked and bare. ‘God I love getting under his skin’.

Scorp
This entire interaction is leaving me with intense rage and anger. I turn around and walk towards the door, you right behind me, as I feel the general's eyes over my back and back, making me snarl in disgust. As I walk outside, I mumble under my breath, "I have no fucking idea why but I am going to kill that creap." We move towards the secretary, who greets us with a smile and hands us the Manila envelope, and I turn to look at you, "Why don’t you follow me to my room, Lieutenant Luna, and I will get your bags and uniform delivered there. Let’s have lunch and some drinks at my place!" I say with a warm smile as I accompany you outside to the Jeep that will take us to my quarters.

Ricky Luna
I arch my eyebrows as you express your distaste for the General. I give a reassuring smirk and nod my head. Something about the General gives me the chills, and I know I can't suppress the feeling that he should be dead. I will follow you dutifully as we leave the secretary and head down the stairs to the waiting Jeep. I am silent the rest of the way. Something about the exchange feels off. I barely remember the parameters of the orders or details, feeling like I lost seconds or minutes. I look at the side of your neck and see red marks like you were choked there. As we get into the Jeep, my thigh rubs against yours and I lean in, "Lunch and drinks sound great..." I feel like I haven't eaten in weeks! "I exclaim, suddenly realising my stomach is gurgling. In truth, it had been weeks. While I was in a comatose state, I was largely fed through IV tubes. Without thinking, I rest my arm on the back of the seat, coiling it around your shoulders. I sit at ease, legs slightly wide and bulging, vulnerable and in the open, the jostling of the jeep making it bounce visibly, even in the blue khaki pants of the uniform I am wearing. You hand me my credentials and I look down to see an ID badge, indicating I'm some kind of federal officer. Rubbing my hands over the seal of the agency, I can't help but feel a tinge of familiarity about it. I tuck the badge into my pocket as the Jeep slows to a crawl before the officer's quarters. As the escort drives away, leaving us alone, I jump out of the Jeep and turn to you, "So... who's the target?" I ask.

Scorp
All throughout our journey, I keep eyeing your bulge and thighs, which are vibrating and giggling in the jeep. And when we reach my quarters, I unlock the door, leading you in when suddenly... The jeep which transported us BLASTS with a log bang... The impact of which propels me inside the room, propelling me right into the wall, banging my head on the wall and I fall on my back from the impact, spread eagled and the world around me spinning and I am in a daze...the voices dull and slow...my eyes unable to hold themselves open for long and I roll to my side slowly and raise my head to look up and see you screaming something which sounds like my name... The door is on fire and the last thing I see before my world goes blank is you kneeling right above me and calling for an ambulance ... The ring of the sirens and then it's silent... my body is limp on the floor in front of you.

Ricky Luna
As luck would have it, I managed to be behind a stone column that framed your entry the moment the Jeep exploded, sparing me the impact. In horror, I see you fly through the burning door and strike the wall opposite. There are loud sirens and frantic calls as I shout your name and run beside you to check if you're still alive. The back of your uniform is almost all burned off and I keep you on your side to prevent the burns from touching the debris laying all around us. I look down at you and panic begins to set in. Somehow, your face begins to blur and I feel as if I am remembering you laying on the floor with a bullet wound in your abs. I shake my head, thinking I must have gotten hit by some debris and have a slight concussion. The paramedics are quick to arrive and they move you to a stretcher, taking you to the infirmary. I will follow them, holding your hands. The manila folder burnt to a crisp on the ground.

Scorp
The only vision that I get is that of bright lights moving in a straight line while I am rolling towards the emergency room. My ears, still reeling from the impact of the blast, register feeble unrecognisable voices. I feel a needle prick and slowly I go out again. After several days, I wake up to find myself in a pale room. Turning to find you there, I smile brightly, "Fuck what happened! How the fuck did I end up here, Ricky! " I raise my hands to check them and find tubes attached. Shaking my head, I relax and look into your eyes again. "Is General Cane dead?" Did we manage to take that maniac out? And what happened exactly? The last thing I remember was the gunshot wound and me telling you to leave! " I asked, completely confused and disoriented. I look into your perplexed expression and realise you have no idea what the fuck I'm talking about. "What the fuck is going on here Ricky? When did you join them?" I ask, looking at your uniform. Am I trapped or were you a double agent? "

Ricky Luna
I stare at you, confused by your rapid series of questions. Your eyes are softer than I've ever seen them. The confusion seems more natural than anything, and yet it feels so out of place. My heart skips a beat when you mention the gunshot wound that I thought was just a random figment of my imagination brought about by my concussion. Come to the bed and lay my hand on your chest," will. Lay down... I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm sure it was all a dream... The Jeep blew up and you got the full brunt of the blast. " I feel you struggling against me, trying to sit up. You've been in a coma for a few days. That will confuse anyone. Just take a breath. " I smile down at you, trying to be reassuring.

Scorp
My eyes widen in shock and I look everywhere else except for your eyes. I am completely confused. You are in a different uniform, the enemy uniform, and I am totally confused. And without saying a word, I just lay down on my back. My eyes rolled back and closed and suddenly I was flooded with memories of me laying on the ground, my nose broken and face full of cuts as if I had been in a terrible fight. I feel a bullet wound on my abs, which is bleeding. I hear the sounds of blasts and flashes of lights everywhere and I immediately open my eyes. I see you above me, in the same position except for your hand, which is not on my abs but now on my chest. I reach out and grab your hand and ask in a breaking voice, "Did you defect to the other side?" I ask as I look deep into your eyes with a tear rolling to the side. And suddenly, you scramble to your chair as we both hear the sounds of shoes beating the floor moving towards our room. And in walks the man who I really hate......the one who we were both sent to kill, General Cane!! Snarling, I grip the bed sheets ready to lunge when he says something which confuses me.

General Cane
Having heard that the Jeep escorting the two of you to your quarters had exploded,leaving one of you injured, I immediately make my way towards the hospital wing along with Corporal Billing's, and upon reaching there, I instruct the staff not to disturb me while I cross check everything. As I enter the room, I overhear some of your conversation and while still keeping my face stoic, I speak up nonchalantly, "I am glad you are alive and doing well, Lieutenant General."

Scorp
My breath is caught in my throat, and the last time I checked, I was only a Lieutenant, so I stare at him blankly. The General looks at me for a while with curiosity and then chuckles, "Scotch!" And immediately I am put into a state of being a zombie, my eyes glazed, mouth slightly open and drooling, my head falling down. I stare blankly into his eyes, unable to move despite strong urges to kill him... And then he says, "Omega!" And as soon as he says that, I go back to my old self again, to my brainwashed self again. And I look around and see General Cane standing there with an evil sadistic grin. "General Sir! Is everything OK? "

Ricky Luna
I stood back, my eyebrow furrowed at your sudden change in demeanour and how you seemed to snap out of everything as the General shouted your code words. My heart is pounding as I look at the General and his cruel grin. "I... general." I begin to speak when the general cuts me off.

General Cane
Seeing that Lt. General’s brainwashing programme was undone, I got him back to his own self. While I turn to see a flabbergasted subject, I smirk and look at corporal Bill’s and then turn to face Ricky. "Lieutenant Luna, please give us the room and go with Corporal Billings outside." He wants your statement now that the lieutenant general is up. "

Ricky Luna
Confused, I nod my head and begin to exit the room. I turn to see your face and your smile looks familiar, but I can't shake the vacant expression of your eyes as you look from me to the general. I go out the door and you can see my silhouette illuminated behind the thin curtains that block the infirmary from the view of the hallway outside. Corporal Billings approaches me, and before I can speak, he utters the phrase, "Foxtrot." Suddenly, everything I heard, your ramblings about the gun shot, about defecting, all of it becomes white noise, and for a few seconds, everything sounds like I am listening to everything under water. With a snap of his fingers, Billings calls my attention to a sheet of paper, "Is your statement correct, sir?" I nod at the junior officer and he leaves, whistling a strange tune. I lean up against the wall, feeling like the last few minutes were a blur.

Scorp
Now it’s just me and the General alone while you are taken outside. Do you think Project Mnemosyne is a success? I still see him struggling; I'm not sure the field is a good fit for him! " I speak up. Still at attention. remaining calm and expressionless.

General Cane
I look at you, checking you out from head to toe, and then slowly walk towards you, one step at a time, then grab your bulge, fondling it for a while. My steel eyes give a stern look, as if directly pinning your soul. "Project Menemosyne was a success, and I know it because I am seeing successful memory formatting and brainwashing right in front of me!"

Scorp
Getting nervous as you cover the distance between us by taking one step at a time... I snarl "umm, Sir!" as I grab my bulge and fondle it.And then you make the revelation to me, and my eyes go wide and I gulp a large wad of spit. My brow is getting sweaty as I start to hyperventilate. I am trying to find words but none are coming out.

General Cane
Having a hot young alpha buck like you completely under my command, I speak up in my raspy baritone "The nerds said only use this command to remind them of their original memories," and then I lean over and whisper in your ears "Subjugate."

Scorp
You're still fondling my bulge, and strangely, I'm reacting to it. Then you lean in, and with your breath laden in cigar and whiskey, you whisper like a kinky old bastard "Subjugate." Your husky baritone rings in my head, deep and vibrant, reverberating throughout my head.My eyes suddenly go wide and I gasp out. The monitors which have been recording my up until now calm heart beat now start to beep haywire... I'm taken down memory lane, the Jeep exploding and the General we killed, and then I reach down and grab my abs where the bullet was shot, and I remember seeing his face and yelling to my partner to run away and I'll deal with the incoming forces.My eyes are suddenly filled with tears and I look around the room. And then my memories flash back to me being interrogated, and I look into the general's eyes and my mouth is open and my cock jerks once.

General Cane
"Yes, it jerked just the same way when I had you in your black underwear with your balls in my hands and you were tied up. Your body was so broken and you looked so fucking hot that I just wanted to keep you with me!" alive, and you know what, Lieutenant General? You were actually Major General William Wright... And yes, I broke you so hard that you loved it! And what’s more, sometimes you get headaches when you wake up in the morning. Well, it’s not a fucking chlorine allergy from your swimming pool laps... And your body is covered in welts and wounds... well, it’s because those are the nights that I get you tied up in the interrogation room and destroy you. I whip your hot body and force that cock to spill out its huge load, and then I fuck your ass really hard! "

Scorp
I am in complete tears as I hear him revealing these fucked-up secrets. And my lungs started to collapse as my world was getting broken. Hyperventilating trying to breathe, my heart beating faster and faster, my body sweating profusely. My cock is rock hard and leaking, almost on the edge of a massive orgasm.

General Cane
"That’s right, boy!! I own you! And that's how I know Project Mnemosyne is a success... you're my personal bitch Lieutenant General!!"I whisper in my deep, strong, husky voice, which I know you love to hate.

Scorp
And the memories of me being tied up and whipped, my ass spanked over the wooden table by a leather belt. You beating my tied up and stretched out body, destroying me fucking me hard as I spray out my cum all over the ground are reeling in my mind.

General Cane
"I think it's time to stop this," I say, whispering "Alpha" again.

Scorp
As soon as I hear the command, I gasp out loudly. The monitors are beating seriously hard. And then suddenly, the doors open and I see you entering the room. "Ricky!" I gasp one last time and my cock flexes one last time in your hand as I blast out a huge load in my underwear and then flop down on the bed as my vision gets dark and I fade out. The monitors suddenly stop and flatline.

Ricky Luna
I entered the room to see the General sitting on the edge of the bed, grabbing your bulge. I see recognition in your eyes, not as Lt. Gen. William Walker, but as someone else. There is panic there, and then suddenly you fall back, your heart stopping. "Lieutenant!" I scream, crossing the room, grabbing onto your shoulders and trying to shake you. "Wake up!! Oh god. "General, we have to call the doctor!" The general smirks, "Whiskey." My body becomes tense and I stop moving, bending over you like a statue, my face emotionless as the ringing of the heart monitor intones the entire room. Outside the nurses' station, they were ordered to not intervene, even as their computers registered a flat heart rate.

General Cane
I get up, and letting go of the Lt. Gen.’s bulge, I chuckle to myself. "Do you boys like the kill switch I had installed into your brains?" That way, if you get too hard to control, I can stop your heart with a single word. "

Ricky Luna
Even motionless, my muscles tense and shake, as if fighting through the programming. Even in this fugue state, my mind is fighting the urge to await an order, my desire to save your life pushing against the brainwashing ordering me to stay put, unable to disobey until I am given an order and released.

General Cane
I make notes of how your muscles shake and the dots of sweat across your forehead. I come up behind you and run my hands along the curve of your ass, digging my weathered hand in between your cheeks and teasing your hole. "Ricky" I can order you to stand there like a statue while you watch him die. The scientists tell me your real self is trapped in the back of your mind. helpless to watch what your body is doing. Is this the real Agent Luna, begging me to let him save Major Gen. Wright's life? Will he be able to break free from this mental prison we've built for him? The kill switch order can only be reversed after one minute. After that...his brain stops processing orders and he'll need medical intervention. I could just let him die. " I smirk and look down at you. Feeling your hands trembling as the brainwashing starts to break and your hands move over to the Lt. Gen.’s chest. I take a step back and stand there silently. "Tango...Save Lt. Gen. Walker's life"

Ricky Luna
I begin performing CPR on you, pumping your chest up and down. I lean in and plant my lips on yours, pushing air into your lungs. "Stop." My body halts mid-breath. The tone of the EKG machine fills the room.

Scorp
Lying spread eagled on the bed, I feel a breath of air pushed forcefully into my lungs, and as my bronchioles expand, a fresh whiff of oxygen fills my lungs, giving me energy and waking me up. My eyes start to flutter and I slowly start to breathe in and find our lips joined together. There is an odd sense of fondness I have for you, but at the same time, I remember where I am and I shove you off me. And sit on the bed. Just when I do that, the medicos arrive and they start to check on me. Lights in my eyes and you as well, and I turn around to the General. "Umm sir! What just happened here? Is everything OK? "

General Cane
I look into your eyes and give you a professional smile "yes everything is great Lt. Gen… "You just had a minor blackout, and Lt. Major Luna revived you with CPR," I say as I turn over to face Ricky and smile, "Let's go, Lt. Major." It’s time for us to talk... in private. "Saying that, I lead you to the door with my thick-fingered hand on Ricky’s ass." I turn around and wink at you with an evil smile. "I will see you tomorrow, Lt.Gen." and saying that we move away from the room, leaving you to the care of the medicos. Who puts you to sleep?

Ricky Luna
I stare blankly ahead, following the general into the hallway. His hand was completely on my ass, but I was deaf to everything around me.We head to a flight of stairs and descend into a basement. The room is dark. A single light bulb illuminates a figure seated in the centre of the room. tied to a chair and hooded. I stand at attention as the General comes to the centre and removes the hood from the head of the figure seated there. A handsome young soldier with several bruises across his face is seated there. He wears grey fatigues.

General Cane
"Lt. Maj. Luna," turning around to face you with a coy smile, "Lt. I'd like you to meet Private Jonathan Marks. He stole into our base last night looking for one of his colleagues and planted a bomb under the jeep escorting you and Lt. Gen. Williams. We caught him snooping around, and he's been very forthcoming with his interrogation. In return, we promised to show him that his colleague is alive. Please step forward... Tango... Make him bleed "

Ricky Luna
I step into the light and Pvt. Marks looks up, his eyes widen in recognition, "Luna! Ricky! You're alive! We thought you were dead. " His eyes scan my body and see I am wearing the blue uniform. "What...are you wearing?" The poor private's face drops as he sees me looming over him. I am no longer a prisoner of my former enemy, but now under their control. Immediately, I slam my fists across his face as he pleads. My knuckles strike him across the nose and mouth.

General Cane
Stepping back, I gleefully watch and then, after the first strike, I yell out "Stop...Don't!". His lips burst open and his nose breaks in a spray of blood. I step in front of the panting captive and smirk. "You've seen your comrade...He's under my control now." He's loyal to me. " Through a busted lip, Private Marks whimpers, "You...asshole...He'll break through...whatever you did to him." I stand behind your statue-like form and grip your bulge. "I think you'll find Mr. Luna is most loyal to me." He whispers into my ear, "Kill him."

Ricky Luna
I step forward, my eyes blank, and I look down at the handsome private. My hand hesitates as my mind is suddenly flooded with a memory of seeing this young private in practise fatigues. Learning basic wrestling and grappling moves from myself and my partner...Will... I hesitate, and my hand gingerly touches his neck. "Please...Luna...fight this." He whimpers. The general senses my hesitation and iterates the command. "Tango!...I order you to kill him!" My muscles tense and my hand reaches under the young man's chin, gripping his neck tightly. cutting off his supply of air. Tied to the chair, the young man jerks and fights against his restraints as his face turns red, then slowly purple. Choking and gurgling sounds emanate from his lips as the life is choked out of him. The memory of training him begins to fade away. Finally, he slumps in the chair. I stand back still, like a mannequin, as the General pats my bulge. "Good boy." With a snap of his fingers, I go out like a light, with no memory of what occurred in the basement. I woke up the next morning in my bed, feeling as if it was all a dream.

END: More to come

Published: 2022-08-15, viewed 56 times.