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Saving the President's Son

10:23 submasterwyatt: This fucking war just continues to drone on. It’s senseless and even many of the Russians just don’t fight but give up as soon as there is some resistance so that is what I have been paid to do, unofficially provide resistance. My short time here on the boarder I have helped 7 families and three Ukrainian soldiers get to a safe place and now my mission is to get a young lad who faked his age to get into the Ukrainian army out of a make shift Russian prison. My 6’ 200 lb body has undergone some harsh punishment but I escaped capture after breaking one dudes back and two others I choked out. Haven’t showered or changed in a week so they can probably smell me from the Kremlin but I am not giving up now - my sources say I am close and the kid is only 15.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I grunt, peering through my field glasses catching sight of a Russian patrol leading a young lad, couldn't be more than 15 years old into a makeshift prison. I ground my teeth, hunkering down in my hunting blind. Wasn't hunting game today though... I was hunting Russians.

Wasn't interested in politics, and wars happened. Shit happened. Soldiers signed up for the job. They knew the risks. They were fair play. But civvies... shopkeepers, farmers, geeks... that's where I drew the line. And that's why me and my mercs were here, in the Eastern Ukraine, doing what we could to track down imprisoned Ukrainian families and break them out. We weren't being paid, weren't here officially. But here we were, none the less. It might be like pissing in the wind, but hell, a man had to do what a man had to do.

I didn't usually go out of my way to rescue Ukrainian soldiers, but if we happened across 'em, we freed 'em. But this lad.. something about it really fired me up. He was a fucking teenager. Wasn't gonna let the Russians show 'em their hospitality. For some strange reason, I had a quick flashback to another time... me and Wyatt fucking on the beach, after that whole business with the president's son. Damn. That was a good time.

I wondered what he was up to these days. Well, time to focus on my goal. And my current goal... was rescuing that kid from the Russians. I'd have to track them, and I'd have to move quietly. Both things I was very, very good at.

I started to move, making my way through the brush, quietly passing orders back to the rest of my men to stay put and keep on their toes, as I drew on my training as a former Royal Marine to glide through the woods unseen, tracking that Russian patrol till they entered an abandoned Ukrainian police station on the edge of a bombed out Ukrainian village. They must be using it as some kind of prison. Hmmm... Staying concealed on the edge of the woods, I started to consider how to pull this off.

10:23 submasterwyatt: I am on the outskirts of a small bombed out town in Eastern Ukraine when I see a small troupe of Russians leading a Ukrainian soldier who, I am sure is the boy I am looking for. I was barely able to avoid detection as they came around the corner fast. I swear I caught the boy's eyes as he focused right onto me. His look of crying for help hit the pit of my stomach almost as hard as when, a long while ago, a Derek Steel's fist landed there. Derek. Now there is a face, frame and fucking hot cock I have thought of a few times since we parted. I wondered if he was taking part in any of this insanity.

I was able to duck quickly but saw the building had been damaged extensively only two ways in: one by the front door, my most likely choice and two, there was a small window that pretty much landed in rubble but it was my best option. I had to know what the layout was, so my first time in I was there to find the layout, see if I could see the boy and how many were in the building and get out to make a plan.

As I went to crawl through the window I felt a presence behind me. I looked at the perimeter - trees. fuckk someone was there. Before they could get a shot off and warn the men inside i rolled and slipped around the corner. Damn Now my first priority was to find the camp outside the city and see who and what they were doing.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: As I lay still, examining the ruined police station, planning out how I'm gonna pull this off, I see a man in battle gear approaching the police station. He stayed concealed, moving in quick, quiet dashes from cover to cover.

I pulled out my field glasses again. He'd been through the wringer, that's for sure, whoever he was. His face was covered in camo paint and grime, couldn't make him out. But he knew his shit, no question. He wasn't some rookie, but a true pro. Special Forces. Except... he wasn't Ukrainian, I'd swear to that. Not with that uniform. American? Possibly. Not British, I'd swear on that.

I frown. Whoever that mother fucker was, he was gonna jump right in by a small window, alert the Russian guards, and get that boy killed. I replace my field glasses back on my tactical belt, and get ready to intercept him when he suddenly turns around, and FUCK me if that bastard doesn't spot me, despite how well I'm hidden. Special forces for sure.

Well fuck. He aborts, and silently slips around the corner. I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some rogue SpecOps dude get that boy killed. I melted back into the forest, drawing on my memory of the surroundings, I circled quietly through the forested area, avoiding the booby traps those Russian bastards thought they'd hid out of sight, coming at the Police station from the other side. I darted out of the woods, taking cover behind a burned out Russian T-90 Battle Tank, then finding a gap in the wreckage to give me a good vantage point to survey the other side of the Police station, keeping my eyes out for the strange dude.

10:23 submasterwyatt: I have flipped over my shoulder to the rubble and see another half burnt out building where I can easily reach the roof - some home for sure. I see some broken plates and a ripped up rag doll and I know some little girl is missing her best friend. Damn war. Can’t think of that now, must get on the roof where I can see better. It’s still early afternoon probably around 1400 as the sun is just now heating to the height of the day.

I know more than to be out in this but I have no choice. As I slide into position I barely just catch movement below and to the right of the jail. WTF? It’s a man darting about trying to conceal himself. He is doing a good job of it too and if I hadn’t been formally trained with the special ops I would have missed him. What was he doing! He obviously wasn’t Russian so he must be Ukrainian. How could I get his attention without causing alarm either from him or alarming the Russians inside?

I slip back down slowly, quietly coming off the roof. When I try and land quietly I can’t as the rubble is too loose and it slides and makes more noise then I want. Because of this I sit on my haunches and don’t move for a solid hour. My thick legs start to burn from the crouched position so I finally stand slowly. I slide out my hand knife to use only to make the unsuspecting soldier quiet til I can tell him he is alright.

I am about 20 yards from the old burnt out tank that he ducked behind and, unless he is invisible, still there. I quietly get to the tank crawl up on top, stay down so he can’t see my shadow and wait for the perfect time to pounce. I need to time it so he doesn’t yell or have time to turn any weapon he has on me. I count to ten in my head and then get on my toes and jump.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: As I crouch low, using the burned out tank for cover, I hear the sound of rubble shifting, instantly I turn to catch sight of small puffs of dust in the direction of the noise, just around the corner of a burnt out house. He was good... very good. But what the fuck kind of game was he playing?

I settled down to wait him out. I wasn't in a hurry. It was still early, the light was good, and those Russians hadn't sent out another patrol yet. Though it was only a matter of time until they did.

Finally, I catch movement. He starts moving, silent and stealthily towards the tank I'm hiding behind. He knows where I am then. He must have caught sight of me. Again, he's good. Fucking good. SpecOps for sure. I'm starting to think he must be American. I'm not necessarily best buddies with the Americans, but neither am I on their most wanted list, not after that whole deal with the president's son.

But... he doesn't realize that I can see him through the gaps in the wrecked tank, otherwise he'd never have tried to sneak up on me like this. I lose sight of him when he leaps up to the top of the tank, but I'm ready. Calm, relaxed. Important thing is to keep quiet, don't alert the Russians.

I know he's up there.. waiting to pounce. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck tingle. But I don't turn. I hear just the slightest rustle of noise, and then twist, dropping on my back with the fluid grace of a man who makes his living fighting.

And sure enough, hurtling down towards me is a grim faced mother fucker, knife out. As I dropped, I curled my knees up against my chest, kicking up to bash that hard-muscled soldier in the gut as he drops toward me, twisting slightly to smash him against the side of the tank. It makes some noise, no way to stay totally silent, but the bangs and grunts are muffled by the wreckage. My right hand was already in the process of pulling out my knife even before my boots slammed into his gut, so that as twisted up on one knee to face him, my knife was ready to plunge right into his fucking balls.

But... the enemy of my enemy might be my friend, so I snarled out in a low, deep voice, "Talk."

10:23 submasterwyatt: Hanging in mid air for what seems hours not seconds I see my prey quickly flip and get on his back, big boots ready to throw me back up or at least hold off any damage. Damn it, I underestimated this hot snaky fucker. he has his own knife pointed right for my crotch and I know it couldn't be much worse for me in those seconds.
I do quickly roll up so my testicles wouldn't be skewered but in so doing it left me defenseless else where. I Land and immediately get pushed to the side of the tank. This dude's arms are as big as some trees back home. He slams me to the tank and growls out "TALK".
My first instinct is to think of the noise he made and wonder if anyone inside the jailhouse heard the ruckus, then my mind goes to how can I escape this.
I quickly asses the situation then stop dead in my tracks. I start to stare into the eyes of the dude staring back at me and his eyes are not one of anger but a look of questioning. Soon the memories of Derek come flooding back. Those deep eyes, that thick muscled body toned and always ready for action, my eyes widen. NO FUCKING (find myself raising my voice, so i lower it.) way. Derek? WTF? What are you doing here?

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: My eyes are hard as steel as they stare deep into this fucker's grimy, camouflaged face, as I pin him up against the side of the burned out tank, my knife ready to skewer him. There is something ... familiar about this bad-ass mother fucker though. His build, the way he carries himself. Thick muscled, tough bastard. Have I met him?

Then our eyes meet, staring deep into each other. I feel a tingle down my spine as you speak. Holy shit... I'm not a man to get easily startled, but meeting Wyatt here and now, in this fucking slice of hell.

I growl, "Keep your voice down Wyatt, or we are both going to be doing the same thing... growing daisies." Even so, my mouth twitches as I look at you, grinning just slightly.

"I should have guessed that you'd be mixed up in this sorry business." I quickly sheathe my knife, then freeze for a few seconds, listening for anything out of the ordinary. "As to what I'm doing here, well, let's just say I'm between paying work just now so me and my boys figured trying to keep Ukrainian civvies from becoming reluctant Russian guests was the thing to do. What the fuck are you doing here? You here officially? Or unofficial, or officially unofficial?" Damn, it was good to see Wyatt again. Damn good.

10:23 submasterwyatt: after the too short reunion, fuck I wanted to hug and make out with this hot fucker whom I have missed the past year and half, but I know better, our surroundings make it impossible for that. He starts in by asking what I am doing here and I tell him I am here off the books under private funding to specifically rescue this 15 year old. He isn't a son of a great official or royalty even, he is just a kid who wanted to defend his home, his family and his country. You know us American's we thrive on such stories and when the word got out by a news correspondent who interviewed his mother and father, the requests and money started pouring in to save the boy from harm.

During this last bit, I ask how many men are on Derek's team and what was he doing here, so close to the jail alone? Before he can answer we here rustling a loud creak - the front door was opening. Before I know what I am doing I slap my hand up over Derek's face and get into a protective stance with him behind me. I almost laugh as seconds later I realize what I just did, like I was trying to protect the 15 year old himself. Still if it were another time and another place, feeling his crotch graze and press my ass, I would suggest other things. Damn I am an alpha at heart but Derek and I flipped fucked so many times last time we were together Alpha and Beta weren't even a question of who was who, we just were to hot men enjoying each other.
They spoke in Russian and obviously didn't know we were there or cared as they yelled orders and talked normal when close to each other. I caught the words spread out and search. At first I thought maybe they had heard us and suspected trouble but it wasn't a focused search so they were probably just establishing their perimeter, meaning from now on out there would be a guard or two at the front.
I listened intently and held up 5 fingers to Derek indicating I could hear five sets of prints. Derek nodded in agreement and slowly shifted his body so we were back to back that way, if they found us, we cover each other. I was still shocked how effortlessly Derek could take that over 250 lb body and move like a snake in the grass. So fluid, so HOT.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I take in Wyatt's answer, my mouth twitching in a slight grin. The entire time he was talking, my eyes were drinking in that big, beautiful bastard's every movement. The way his combat-hardened muscle filled out his gear, the way he held himself. Fuck, even his scent, rank as it was, hit me hard. It was good, damn good to see him. One of the very few men who had ever fucked me.

His answer didn't surprise me. He was here for much the same reason I was, though I wasn't here for that boy specifically, at least not at first, though that became my goal the moment I spied him being lead away by that patrol.

I'm getting ready to answer his question about my men and my presence here, when we both heard it, a loud creak. Movement. Danger. Damned if that American bastard didn't push me behind him, like he was going to protect me, shoving that hard muscled ass of his against my crotch. If the situation hadn't been quite so life and death, I'd have laughed out loud, grabbed him, and ground my dick against that muscled ass. Actions speak louder than words.

Like I had guessed, the Russians were heading out for a patrol. I gathered, from what I caught of their conversation, they had only just taken possession of the police station here, and were focused on securing their perimeter. Damn... this was the best chance we'd get to save that kid.

Wyatt confirmed my own conclusion, there were five guards going out on patrol. But I was sure there would be some guards at the entrance. I shifted slowly, my muscled body silently flowing into a new position, back to back with Wyatt. Covering each other, now, I was ready for violence if it came to it.

I had that special sense with Wyatt, that knowing that we were in sync, that we'd fight together as a single unit. Just like we'd meshed so well during that whole affair with the president's son.

Every single moment, every single rustle and footfall became clear as crystal, and my mind shifted into full battle mode. I reviewed what I knew of this police station, and recalled with perfect clarity the view I'd had of the rear of the station when I circled around through the woods behind the station. There was another door there, leading to a car park, secured with a padlock.

If the Russians were just moving in, they probably didn't have time to fully scope out the police station, and if they had, they'd have seen that padlock and figured that entrance wouldn't need a live guard, not at least until they'd fully established themselves.

I made a gesture to Wyatt, indicating that we needed to get back into those woods, where I could explain my plan, which was simple enough. Pick that padlock, get into the station from the rear, rescue that boy. Now. Before they had time to properly secure the area.

I trusted him to trust me... I listened carefully, judging that we had a brief window where the patrol wouldn't see us.

I darted towards the woods, like a shot, gliding over the terrain, moving at a full sprint, but placing ever single boot with utmost care so as not to make a single noise, reaching a tree and waiting, ears straining, senses on full alert.

10:23 submasterwyatt: Derek crotches with me back to back and our senses are both on high alert. As we press into each other I can feel his and my sweat drenched into our shirts. I turn for a look towards my back and Derek is signaling with his hand - he is going to bolt and to follow on his cue. I trust this man with my life so I nod in agreement. As I stare at him to make his move I get my first real look at this square jawed rucked handsome fucker. I remember just drinking him in while we were on the beach, nothing could distract me from that manly face. Well almost nothing - without warning he turns, stands and bolts toward the tree line. I am on his heels in a flash, running for cover. Derek is like a n gazelle evading a lion as he shifts and nuts and darts here and there with no sound at all. It takes every thing in me to keep up. By the time he hits the tree line he is like 10 yards ahead. I see him dart to the left then I freeze. As darted left some animal darts right. I start to run again when I get thrown back. On my ass I can’t hear anything and look up on the sky to see a small puff of smoke wafting upward. What the fuck?, I think then it hits me that damn rabbit or whatever it was must have triggered a land bomb. No wonder Derek was darting and juking like he was avoiding tackles in an NFL playoff game.

I think I only got the wind knocked out of me, lucky for me I wasn’t closer behind Derek. I start to stand but when I put weight on my left leg I wince. I look down and see a big chunk of metal sticking out of my leg. Fucccck. I assess - is Derek hurt at all, where am I going to find dressing supplies for this wound and will infect? Finally, and more importantly the Russian guard have been alerted by the blast and would be on there way here to investigate.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I turn my head as soon as I get behind the tree, to get eyes on you. That's when I see the rabbit darting out of hiding, spooked by my passage. Even before it happens, I realize what is going to happen. The rabbit lands solidly on the tell-tale patch of earth that I instinctively avoided. A patch of earth that looks out of place in the weed-choked ground, recently disturbed. A land mine.

I whip my head back, and feel the concussive shockwave rip through the tree, shaking my teeth, and deafening me. If I'd been on the other side of the tree, I doubt I would have survived. Fucking Russians, mining the area.

I feel dizzy, disoriented, a bit shell shocked. I shake my head out, my ears ringing. But no time for that, I look back around the tree. Those Russians are going to be on us like a shot.

Grimly, I assess our surroundings. The Russians didn't have a line of sight on us when the mine went off. But they'd be able to see us in only seconds. There was only one way to get the drop on them. Up.

I caught sight of the wound on Wyatt's leg. Fuck. FUCK. But he was a tough bastard, he was standing. He could do this. I squat down low, fighting through the sick, nauseous feeling, an after-effect of the concussive blast wave from the mind. My hard-muscled quads tense like coiled springs as I leap straight up, grabbing the thick branch of the tree about 7 feet above the ground.

As my core engages, my biceps harden, and I smoothly muscle myself up, draping myself over the branch, bending down, and extending my hand ready to grab hold of Wyatt and haul him up after me. If we can pull this off... get up to where the foliage can hide us from sight, we'll have the drop on those Russian bastards.

10:23 submasterwyatt: Knowing I don't have much time I hobble, run to where I last saw Derek. As I turn into the brush in the area he went my heart leaps as I see his frame looking up the tree. Not sure what he is doing I get over to him where he quickly explains his plan. I rip my shirt into a long strip and ask him to tie it around my mouth tight so I don't cry out too loud as he tries to lift me.
He rambles up the limb like a cat and then that big hand reaches for me. I just hear voices when he does and I grab and grit my teeth and scream into the cloth as he gets me up with him. I know we have to go much higher and I hope we can do it before anyone ventures this way. We should have a few minutes as the Russians will surely inspect the blast sight first. We climb higher and higher, until I can't go anymore, my leg pulses with pain and still dripping blood.
Soon there are a couple Russian Soldiers walking up and leaning on the tree we climbed. They are saying something about finding a rabbit's foot and are laughing that it is too bad there wasn't more left for dinner. Well, that's good, I think, they don't suspect anything, maybe we will get out of this.
No sooner do I think that when a third soldier comes up excited and angry. slaps the other two and grabs them. He is taller than both men and fills out his uniform much better, obviously their superior. His pants look painted onto his well-muscled legs and his shirt is struggling to stay closed as he yanks and hollers at the other two. I strain my ears but apparently he found the blood site and a couple foot prints - NOT made by a rabbit.
They leave for now as just as they turn to walk away a drop of my blood drips onto a leaf. I look at Derek and we freeze. wait........................breath in, they didn't hear it, but it only be a matter of time before they comb out into the woods. Do we stay and hope they don't track us or do we try and run?

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: Grimly, I watch as Wyatt stuffs the grimy piece of cloth, torn from his own shirt into his mouth. Up close, I get a good look at the wound in his leg, a jagged piece of shrapnel still lodged in his flesh, leaking blood. That's gonna hurt like a mother fucker.

I brace myself, staying calm, knowing that we have little time. I reach down, and grunt as every muscle in my body tenses, flexing with power as I pull Wyatt up. His leg jounces against the tree trunk, and I can feel the ripple of pain rip through the big muscled soldier as he screams into the cloth.

But in the end, I get him up, then help him go as high as possible, every new branch, every new scramble causing another painful spasm to pass through him. He's one tough bastard.. but eventually, we have to stop. His wound is starting to bleed more. And then the Russian patrol arrives... I listen carefully, the initial relief that we avoided detection soon replaced by more tension as a third soldier, a Sgt. I'd judge by the way he carries himself, points out our tracks. DAMN

Things just got really interesting. They start to leave just as some of the blood from Wyatt's wound drips down onto a leaf... our eyes lock, and grimly I begin to assess our position, analyzing several sequences to kill the soldiers as efficiently as possible. But they keep going, not noticing the blood dripping. But it is only a matter of time.

We need to go... but, first I need to do some emergency first aid on Wyatt.

I look at him, making eye contact. Wedged between some branches, this was as good a time as any. We need speed, and decisive action. And Wyatt won't be in any shape for fuck all if I don't get that jagged piece of shrapnel out of him and staunch that wound. And fast.

I reach out and grab his hand, not breaking eye contact with him as I grab one of my two canteens off my tactical belt. I nod at him, my grip on his hand getting fierce, giving him a sensation to focus on other than the pain he's about to experience. I wedge the canteen in a fork in the branches, open the lid. The sharp scent of high proof vodka wafts through the branches.

I grab the shrapnel, then yank, pulling it out, deftly wedging it in the branches. Before the blood can really start to flow, I douse the wound with vodka, as good as any hospital-grade disinfectant. I know it will burn worse than fire, but Wyatt is one tough fucker.

Then, quickly, I grab the edges of the wound, and hold it closed. There is no time for fancy surgery here, so I grab another strip off of Wyatt's torn shirt, and wrap it around the wound, keeping it tight to hold the wound closed, to minimize the bleeding. It's the best I can do right now. Hopefully, without that piece of shrapnel stuck in his leg, he'll be able to move fast enough, and if I have to carry him, at least his leg won't be bouncing around with a piece of jagged metal stuck in it, making the wound worse.

Then, I reach down, and pull off a loop of sturdy nylon rope from my belt, and working quickly, loop the rope around Wyatt's waist, and over his muscled but to make a sling. I look at him, trusting he's gonna know what I've got in mind. I'm gonna lower him down, it will be faster than him trying to climb down. The less stress he puts on that leg, the better our chances of survival.

10:23 submasterwyatt: After the Russians leave, great full that they hadn't discovered us, the hot man with me goes right to work on my leg. He wedges me in and looks me deep into my eyes as he first pours his precious vodka over the wound and then yanks the metal from my leg. I claw his arm so bad when he rips off more of my shirt the hand mark stays red. He is a makeshift medic and I am glad for that. I have bitten the inside of my cheeks so hard it's bleeding almost as much as the leg, but I will be damned if I give our location away cuz I am crying like a bitch.
With half a shirt left, my abs have pooled with sweat as Derek pulls out a piece of nylon rope and has me scoot my ass on it. He is going to lower me down in it. It takes some maneuvering but I get to the base of the tree. Derek is almost ready to jump down when I hear voices again. I hold my hand up to him, in case he doesn't hear it, motioning for him to stay put. I yank the rope and throw it to the left as I slide around the tree for cover.
It's tweedle dee and tweele dumb, they smoking, looking at the ground for clues but not on high alert. If I was their commanding officer I would put them in the brig for their non caring attitude, that is why they deserve what is coming to them.
I wait for them to walk past the tree and pull my knife out and grab the closest one to me and yank my arm around his neck, my knife as his throat and in my best Russian I tell him not to scream or his buddy will be bleeding out. He quickly assesses that it appears I am alone and hurt so he starts to smile and try and gain the upper hand. I look up just a second as I turn him towards the tree right under Derek, hoping Derek picks up my signals to drop the fucker. If he drops my knife will find it's mark across this poor fellows neck.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I tense instantly as Wyatt motions up to me at the same time my hyper-alert hearing catches the sound of muted conversation and footfalls. Fuck. Those Russians are coming back.

Still, even with a wound in his leg, Wyatt is not your average soldier. The dude is elite, and he proves it to me once again by expertly covering signs of his presence, and shifting out of view behind the tree as two soldiers return. I look down in disgust. Unprofessional idiots. Smoking and not paying proper attention.

Wyatt takes one hostage, gaining the full attention of the other soldier. Damn, Wyatt is good... he even manages to glance up at me and maneuver the other soldier right beneath me. I tense myself, judging the distance. It's a fair ways down, but I'll have something to help break my fall.

My hard, hairy mercenary muscle tenses as I gather my strength, abs rippling with power, the rest of my body following suit. Then, silently, I drop out of the tree and land on the unsuspecting Russian like a ton of bricks, smashing him brutally face first to the ground. The blow knocks the wind out of him, preventing him from crying out. And as soon as my battle-trained reflexes trigger, he won't ever heave a chance to cry out again, as I break his neck.

I stand up, and stare directly into the eyes of the soldier that Wyatt is holding at knife point. I speak very quietly, boring holes into his eyes.

I speak in Russian, in a low, deep voice, rumbling with ruthless menace. "If you cry out, my mate will cut your throat before you can make a sound. So, let's keep this simple. Tell us where in the Police Station you are keeping that Ukrainian boy, and you live. Refuse, and you die."

10:23 submasterwyatt: I can't help but grin slightly when I see Derek swoop down on the Russian Soldier. He is amazing as he read my signs with utter clarity and pounced like a panther on his prey. In quickness, agility and flair he had the Russian down and dead before his partner could even think of shouting. As he came up and glared at the man I had in my grasp, his eyes bore so deep into the man, I almost shuddered myself. Damn, I am so glad I am on his side, I thought.

I know not all Russian soldiers were like these two, I mean I still can see their commander - hard ass and military as hell, but this dude almost shit his pants when Derek growled at him. He spilled the beans almost as fast as he wet his pants. the wet spot growing as he begged for his life. I too assured him that I would keep Derek's promise and not kill him if he let us know what we wanted.

I am not as adept to the language as Derek is so I many times looked to Derek to see if he understood. From what I could make out, there was a front office and then a room of cells, then a back storage closet area where the back door led to another pantry in the cellar area. The young man and one other prisoner, he didn't know who he was, were both being held in a cell in the middle room. there were six cells in all three against each wall, the kid and the other man were in the middle opposite of each other.

I then asked how much they knew about our presence and the man swore that they didn't know anything but a set of prints and blood were found around the bend so as far as they knew they were looking for one person. We got lucky in that regards but I knew there were more patrol coming as he said they had radioed in for 6 more men to help secure the prison.

I looked to Derek and asked how many more men did he have with him and where did he think they had fled to? We also had to hide the dead body and do something with this man all the while knowing if we didn't get to the prison before the other 6 men arrived the extraction would be that much harder. I ripped a final strip from my shirt, leaving the material now above my pec line and said "fuck it" and ripped off the rest. My chest was still glistening with sweat but I didn't wipe it off as time was of the essence. Soon the commander would be making his rounds back this way. I used the strips to tie the dude up with his hands and legs and of course one strip over his mouth.

I looked at Derek and asked "what about the body? And what do we do about him? And finally, do you think we can meet up with your men before the patrol arrives or are we on our own?

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I listened carefully to the Russian soldier as I stared deep into his eyes, cold and hard as steel. He knew I was deadly serious, and chose to talk. He was smart.

Especially with Wyatt holding a knife to his throat. He finished telling us where the boy, and one other prisoner, was located in the middle cells inside the Police Station. While Wyatt questioned him further, I began to analyze the intel fiercely, trying not to chuckle as the scent of fresh ammonia drifted up from his crotch.

But one thing was crystal clear, we needed to act now before those reinforcements arrived. I stepped back, as Wyatt asked me about my men and began to tie up the Russian soldier.

I looked over, grinning slightly at the sight of Wyatt's hard-muscled, sweat soaked chest exposed. It was a look that totally suited him.

Then, I replied, decisively. "The body, we'll leave up in the tree. Luckily, a broken neck doesn't leave any blood to give it away." While I spoke, I put actions to words, clamping the nylon rope I'd used to lower Wyatt down onto the tactical belt of the dead soldier, my muscles flexing effortlessly as I smoothly leapt back up into the tree, pulling the body along with me, finding a spot nestled between a fork in the branch, protected from easy discovery by the thick foliage of the tree itself as well as the dead soldiers own camo gear. I did, however, take the man's sidearm off him. An extra pistol could come in handy.

I dropped down smoothly back to the forest floor, knowing that speed was of the essence. "As for this fellow, we'll knock him out, and leave him a bit deeper in the woods, covering our tracks as we go. My men can take him in."

I thought hard, turning to look at Wyatt, my eyes serious. "We've only got one chance at this man. If we wait for my team, ten men, good fighters of all them, and break the prisoners out, we risk an all out fire fight. In the chaos, the prisoners might die. I say I move now, by myself, get in, get out quick and silent. That's our best chance. With that wound of yours, it will be damn risky for you to join me. You should stay here with the prisoner and meet up with my men. But.." I shrug, "You are a grown man, a stubborn bastard, and you'll make up your own mind. I'll radio my men, they'll be ready to cover me when I break out with the Ukrainian prisoners." I figured telling Wyatt what to do was an exercise in futility. I know it, because if I were in his shoes, no way in hell would I stay behind, wound or no.

I bent down low, hefting the prisoner over my shoulder and began to carefully make my way deeper into the forest, deliberately watching every single footstep, leaping from stone to stone where possible to avoid leaving foot prints, and where not, ensuring to put each step on branches or leaves to make the trail nearly invisible.

I knew Wyatt would be following, but I was worried about his wound. That's why I wanted to do this myself. It was less the five minutes before I found a cluster of boulders surrounding a small hollow. I put down the prisoner, and radioed my men, explaining the situation and telling them how to fine the outcrop of boulders. Then I turned to Wyatt. Damn, he looked good. "All right Wyatt, it's time to do this." I grin, looking deep into his eyes.

10:23 submasterwyatt: You start to tell me your plan and how many men you have and how it would be best to just do the extraction on your own. I start to protest then think better of it and hear you out. No way in hell I want to risk his life unnecessarily, but there was no way in hell I was going to be left behind in this either.

Derek makes quick work of hiding the dead soldier and as he lifts and puts him in the tree I turn to the other soldier and say: спокойной ночи (good night.) As I do my fist cold cocks the man in the side of his temple, and he drops. Derek gets out the tree and gives me a sly look saying "awe man I wanted to knock the fucker out." I just smirk and shrug my shoulders. He leans down and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that perfect, round, hot ass is right in my face. If we weren't in a hurry I would grab it. but the sight was good at any rate. We run for five minutes jumping and hopping avoiding places where others can't track us but I am thinking Derek also is avoiding any more booby traps.

We get to a pile of rocks and he dumps the body down between them and turns. "All right Wyatt it's time to do this." His beautiful eyes staring into me, wanting me to be safe but knowing I am going to come with him no matter what his protests are. I grab his bottle of Vodka, splash some on the wound to keep it clean then down the rest. "Sorry stud, I will buy you more when we get back to civilization." You take off daring me to keep up. I struggled a little when I was fully healthy now I can only keep at a close distance because again you are darting and jutting, not keeping to a straight path for long.

It' almost dark now, the day has gone. The cover of night better for us. We get to the clearing and see two more soldiers at the entryway. Even from this distance we can hear the commanding soldier standing in front of them yelling. I catch something about him asking where the other two soldiers got to and not to leave their posts or he would kill them himself. So three more, accounted for. From the intel Tweedle Dum gave us, there were two more. Both inside? I think at first but then I see one of them coming around the jail. Damn, he is doing a perimeter sweep. We will have to time it if we want to get into that window on the south.

I look to Derek and suggest one person slide around the forest edge and get into the town proper, that home I was in had a lot of rubbage if we could cause a diversion and start a small fire, maybe that would draw enough of them away to slip in and slip out unnoticed.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I chuckle as Wyatt uses the rest of my vodka to clean out his wound. "You'll pay for that Wyatt... one way or the other." The way my eyes travel up and down the stud's chiseled torso makes it clear exactly what kind of payment I'm expecting.

Then, it's time to focus. We head back, covering our tracks. I take it easy, going slowly not only to be careful, but also to conserve Wyatt's strength for when it's needed. I wish that bastard had stayed behind ... but... even wounded, I can't think of another man I'd rather have at my back.

The day is fading, but we don't need light to guide us, not with that over-muscled gorilla of a Russian sergeant yelling bloody murder at his men. Seems he wants to know where the two idiots we bagged headed off to.

After some careful observation, we can account for four of the six soldiers. The Sergeant, two guards at the front, and another on a patrol. We need to get at that rear entrance undetected. I can pick that lock double-quick, then we get down into the cellar, and come at the cells through the connected storage closet the Russian soldier had told us about.

We need time to pick that lock without getting interrupted... Wyatt naturally has the same idea. I grunt... "We need a diversion right enough... but we don't want to alert them. That rabbit... the one that set off the mine."

We were fairly close to the spot where it had all gone down, and closing my eyes for a moment, I visualized the scene, recalling every detail with perfect clarity as I remember it. A skill that has saved my ass on many occasions. I quickly make my way through the trees, finding the dead rabbit where I'd last seen it. Then, I made my way back to Wyatt.

"Okay, here's our ticket. I've got a bit of C4 on me, with a remote detonator. You keep watch on the back door, I'll dart around to the home you mentioned. I'll set the timer on the C4, and put the dead rabbit where it can't be missed. Then, I'll make my way back to you. We'll set off the charge, wait till they all converge, find the dead rabbit, laugh it up..." I grin.

"Then we pick the lock and let ourselves in through the back."

I again put my words into action. It turned out to be dead simple. I was back with Wyatt in no time, having flowed from shadow to shadow, aided by the night. I detonated the charge, and waited till all the men went running to the front of the station. "All right, let's do this." I clamp my hand on Wyatt's shoulder, giving his thick muscled delt a solid squeeze, then hyper-focus, darting towards the back door of the station.

10:23 submasterwyatt: I feel the hot man's eyes on me as I take his vodka and hear him say I will pay one way or another. From the look in his eye, I know exactly what he wants for payment. I can't help but smirk, but now is not the time or place. We see the 4 soldiers and surmise two must be inside. As I talk to Derek about a diversion, he is right there with me and totally makes an awesome idea of finding that rabbit and using it as a decoy so they won't investigate further. The only problem with that is that also means they won't be there long so we will have to work fast.

Derek is in the small broken village and back in no time. We see the detonation and the 4 soldiers running to the front to check to see what happened. We get to the back door that I missed under some rubble earlier and Derek's big hands work like magic as he is quickly picking the lock like he has done it a thousand times.

The commanding officer is yelling at one of the soldiers to get back to jail and ... I couldn't pick up the rest of his wording. He either told him to stand at the front or to go check on the prisoner, either way, we might just have three men to deal with before this is over.

Derek gets the lock to break free and we slide inside quietly. one of the wooden steps breaks from mine and Derek's weight so we have to wait precious seconds to see if the guards inside heard and are coming to check it out. it might actually work to our advantage as if he comes in the cell door alone, Derek and I can easily take him down.

The door opens and we drop for cover. The dimly lit room has the cells as was stated, the light in the room by only one lightbulb in the middle of the room causing it to be hazy yellow. The one soldier is peering in and cautiously looking in, the other is being disciplined and keeping at his post at the ready - the first real sign of the regiment.

We have ducked under a couple barrels, smells of pickles and A pile of boxes, so as the first soldier steps in the room, he can't see us. He walks further in and the door behind him creeks shut. This would be a good chance I think to jump him, before he can get his wits about him and before his eyes adjust to the dark.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: Everything so far is going to plan, picking the lock was no problem, and the door opens onto some stairs leading down to the cellar, just like the soldier said... until that fucking step breaks under our weight.

Sure enough, one of the guards must have heard... the door opens, and as we jump for cover, I can catch a glimpse of the room beyond, a drab corridoor illuminated by a single yellow light bulb, cell doors lining it. Bingo. Now, if we can just take care of this soldier, and the other one... and the one the big Russian Gorilla ordered to join the two guarding the station.

The guard is peering around cautiously, hesitantly almost. His partner stays at his post. Then the idiot makes a rookie mistake. He lets the door shut behind him, plunging the room into darkness. A darkness that Wyatt and I are already accustomed to. I don't hesitate, leaping out of hiding at the solder, before he gets his night vision.

My hand clamps over his mouth, as I twist behind him, moving with smooth, deadly precision, lifting my boot to kick out the back of his leg, swiftly driving the blade of my hand into the side of his neck, targeting his carotid artery for a quick and efficient knock out blow. He slumps bonelessly in my grip.

Other than some light scuffling, everything has been quiet so far. With a grunt and a surge of my hard, hairy muscle I lift him up, and lay him out behind the pickle barrels. He'll be out for a long time. I hit him pretty hard.

Now comes the tricky part... I exchange glances with Wyatt, nodding once, then moving towards the door. I lean over to whisper in Wyatt's ear, keeping my voice as soft as possible, "I'll open the door mate, and you have your knife ready. We need to take that guard out before he sees us. We can't afford to be noisy. I'm betting you can throw a knife almost as well as I can."

10:23 submasterwyatt: Once again Derek moves with lightning speed and agility - just in awe of the man; his perfect body, his adept mind and his fucking amazing looks. I am jealous in just one thing - he has gotten to take care out two studs to my one, so when he tells me the plan I smile. “Fuck yeah I can throw a knife, dude won’t have a clue. I slap my hand on Derek’s shoulder and slide it down over his bicep, holding it there and squeezing it longer then just a casual touch. Our eyes meet and I wink. Open the door stud.

As Derek gets to the side of the door I bend slightly on my haunches. My muscles tight and ready. My one leg still throbbing but the adrenaline pumping through me is like a drug holding off any element of pain. I have two seconds knowing the soldier won’t be expecting what’s about to happen as the door opens expecting his comrade. Instead he sees an empty doorway and something fly at him fast. Before he can react my knife is sticking through his throat all the way to the hilt. His eyes bug out as he tries to reach for the handle but I have sliced his jugular clean through not allowing for any scream and he is losing enough blood all he can do is drop to his knees then fall face first to the floor.
Instantly Derek and I are in the doorway looking for the keys. Lucky for us the third soldier stayed at the front of the building. The older prisoner had his back to the scene but the young kid saw it all - shock is what he was in, his eyes almost as wide as the fallen soldier. When the guard fell the older gentleman turned and jumped up and started to cry out. I get to his cell and motion for him to stop and quickly explain that we are there to get them out.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I grunt as Wyatt's hand lingers on my shoulder, exploring my bicep. Despite the extreme danger of the situation, or maybe because of it, my cock throbs in response to his touch, my bicep swelling beneath his grip. I grin back at him, thinking about the payment I'm going to demand from this total stud when we are through.

Then it's go time. Wyatt's aim and speed are perfect. I know he's good, damn good, and once again he shows me just how good he is. I jump forward as the guard drops dead to the floor. He's bleeding everywhere, so there is no way to hide this. From here on out, it's all about speed. The third guard must be posted at the front, he's not here.

As I turn my attention to the cells, I trade glances with the young Ukrainian teenager. I can see the shock in his expression. I give him a short nod. There is a cry from behind me, and I turn to see Wyatt calming down the older man. FUCK...

We don't have much time now. I look for keys, rifling through the dead guard. Nothing. Of course not. I think I here a sound from the front of the station. I whisper to Wyatt, "Watch my back, I'll open these locks."

I turn towards the older man's cell first. It's locked with a padlock, not the cell's own lock. Makes sense. I'll bet that big Russian gorilla has the keys. Working quickly and deftly, I pull out my lockpick kit, and shortly after spring the lock, freeing the older man. He looks terrified as I wave him towards the door to the pantry we came through.

Then, I'm on the kid's lock, whispering to him in Russian "Stay calm kid, we are gonna get you out of this hell." Just as I finish picking the lock, I hear footsteps heading towards the cells, and a soldier's voice calling out in Russian, clearly asking the dead guard if he is okay.

10:23 submasterwyatt: As Derek starts picking the lock I do what I can to clean the scene dragging the dead soldier into the first cell and slumping him onto the wood bed. We work as fast as we can as the other prisoner, still in a little shock himself tells us he was captured with Antonov - the younger kid as they were trying to do a reconnaissance mission for the Ukrainians. He was kept alive only because he could speak 5 languages and the Russians felt it could be handy if they needed it later.

Derek is struggling with Antonov’s lick when we hear voices and footsteps coming closer. I have retrieved my knife from the dead soldier's throat and have cleaned it off and slide to the wall where I will be hidden behind it if he opens it. The older prisoner, to our surprise hollers back in Russian, yeah everything is fine”. Which buys us a few more seconds to come up with a plan of action.
Three guys left and if they all came in now it would be three on three. With Derek alone I would bet on Derek so with my help and the help of the older prisoner we decide, without talking about it, we are going to bunker down and play it out. I only wish I knew if they had their guns at the ready. It changes where I would strike. Don’t want to have someone get hit with a stray bullet because I attack the wrong part of the body. In my combat training I have learned to kill a man fast in about 9 different ways but each one has its drawbacks and if not performed properly may just work to piss him off not incapacitate or kill him.
Derek is frantically working that lock but it is a bitch and not budging so he abandons it for now and tells the kid to get down under the makeshift 2x4 they call a bed and he gets into position to attack.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: I swear under my breath, as I realize that the young Ukrainian's, Antonov is his name, lock is so clogged with rust that it's not coming open FUCK FUCK. The footsteps are getting closer. We are gonna have to make a stand here. Far from ideal. We need to be out of here.

The older prisoner calls out in Russian, saying everything is fine, which buys us a few more seconds to position ourselves. I inch forward, ready to launch myself at the soldier as he enters. No way in hell am I letting Wyatt risk himself, no matter how good he is, with that fucking wound in his thigh.

I tell Antonov to get under the crappy cot in the corner of his cell.

On reflex, I turn around to scan the entire area, front and back. And that's where I see it... nestled above the doorframe of the back door, a small, tiny red LED. A small portable camera... FUCK ME!!!

In an instant, I realize we aren't just dealing with army grunts... We are dealing with Russian Special Forces as well. And that changes everything. I turn, channeling the small bolt of fear that churns in my gut into pure ice cold calm as the door creaks open.

A small, round metallic object comes hurtling through the entrance... They know we are here. They FUCKING KNOW we were here. This has just become a trap.

There isn't a moment's hesitation as I leap towards the incoming grenade, my thick, hard, hairy muscle slamming on top of it as I bear it down towards the ground. No time to think about life or death... the sacrifice is natural. On the battlefield, your mates come first. Always.

Then, my world turns white as the grenade detonates, my body blocking most of the blast, a deafening ear-rending sound and eye blinding flash tearing through me. Luckily for me, it was a flash bang grenade, not a frag, though I didn't know that at the time.

Nor would I learn the truth for a while... tackling a flash bang grenade, while it won't kill you, doesn't do you any favors, and my hard-muscled body slammed to the ground, limp and knocked out cold by the point blank detonation, a huge hole burned in my black shirt, my muscled torso singed, the smell of burnt body hair and burnt muscle flooding through the cell block.

The Russian soldier, who was in fact a member of the Special Forces, as was his Sergeant, had placed the camera there on moving into the cell block, standard protocol. He'd seen us, and came charging in the wake of the explosion, holding his sidearm out in front of him without a moment's hesitation, firing a bullet towards Wyatt's position, counting on the flashbang to have stunned everyone and net him some easy kills, not realizing that I'd muffled much of the effect by leaping on the flashbang with my body, which lay limply on the ground, blood trickling out of my ears.

The other troops, including the Sergeant, of course are alerted instantly by the explosion.

10:23 submasterwyatt: THWACK….my body lunges forward hitting bars as my v shaped back feels the pain like a lightning bolt running down it. I try and reach for it out of instinct but quickly become aware both my hands have been tied up outsretched like my legs, spread eagle. My face against the bars, I have been tied to the outside of a cell facing inward. I see the older soldier lying on the floor in a puddle of blood - dead.

My mind reals backward. I remember getting behind the door and watching Derek. He kept his eyes glued too long to the ceiling and I saw it too the LED light. We were trapped. When the grenade hit and Derek jumped I screamed in my head NOOOOOO. I jumped forward but too late he was on top of it. I then watched his body lurch as the light came through. A massive pain in the back of my head and I was out.
Trying to assess the situation as best as I could coming out of the shock, trying to maneuver my head and see what they had done with Derek’s body. I felt a long trickle of sweat or blood run down my spine and into my ass. I looked down and I was fucking naked. I spit out: What kind of sick bastards are you bunch of fag boy soldiers let me out and fight. pussy bitches.” Yeah in hindsight not my best well thought out moment. I was met with another thwack, probably the base of a gun but this time I was hit square between my outstretched legs and my balls were slammed into the bars. Fffffffffffffuuuuuuuccccccckkkk. I almost lost consciousness so I decided the silent treatment might be best for now.

The soldiers spoke broken English telling me to shut my pig boy mouth. I heard a moan and hope went welled up Derek? Was he alive? If so where was he? Straining my neck but I couldn’t see him. I hear another thwack and a moan and can only imagine they have him stretched out like me on the other side of the cells. “Here is the deal stupid Americans the first one to talk lives the other will be gutted from his dick up to his neck got it hero’s? And hero’s was said with so much sarcasm it couldn’t be mistaken in any language.

I really wasn’t listening. My thoughts were flying from how I MIGHT get out of my bonds, if Derek were alive, just how bad off was he and finally. Antonov - what had happened to him.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: The first thing I realize as I drift back to conciousness is pain... my chest is one entire fiery mass of pain. I let out an unconcious moan before I can stop myself, as memory flooded back.. The camera... the grenade... but I hoped that Wyatt at least had made it out.

Then, a voice cuts through the dark cells, Wyatt's voice, snarling defiance at his guards. Fuck. He was captured too? Fuck. I try to move my arms, but I can't. I realize then that I'm buck naked, chained to the wall of the cell. My chains rattle as I flex my muscle, but I'm secured tight.

Then, suddenly, stepping forward in the dim light, I see the shape of a gorilla, realizing that it's the massive Russian beast, must be the Sgt. Probably the leader of the Special Forces team who trapped us.

I turn my head, focusing through the pain, trying to stay sharp, to take in the details. Hog tied, with a ball gag shoved in his mouth, on the other side of my cell was Antonov. But at least the kid was alive.

I heard broken English and loud sounds of metal hitting muscled flesh, realizing the guards were punishing Wyatt's defiance. Rage flared inside me, as I rattled the chains, when suddenly a heavy, metal-buckled military belt snapped into my burned torso, the pain sending white-hot knives stabbing into my brain. The thick beefy Russian Sgt had a look of evil delight in his eyes as he smashed my balls with a knee strike, driving my low-hanging hairy bollocks into my pubic bone, getting another barely contained moan of agony from me as I nearly threw up.

The Russian guards spoke up, and I heard their threat as I battled to get the pain under control. Gruesome. As if either of us would ever talk.

I immediately tried to think of how to escape the chains, when the Sgt. walked up and grabbed my chin. He muttered at me, in a deep voice, his English much better than the guards, "One of you will talk. It's only a matter of time."

He was not the kind of fucker you took lightly. A man after my own heart, in many ways.

Then, the Sgt. dropped my head, turned and left. He must have walked into Wyatt's cell, because the next thing I heard was a stream of commands barked out in Russian, "Knock this American pussy out cold. Then, bring him into the other prisoner's cell. These bastards think they are tough, but let's see how they like watching their mate get fucked." Clearly, the Sergeant was a pro at this ... he wasn't wasting time, going for the pyschological attack as well as the brute force approach.

I heard the loud crunch of metal meeting bone, then a minute later, the guards were dragging Wyatt's unconscious body into my cell. He was in a bad way, his leg wound was bleeding again, and blood was trickling out of his mouth. They'd hit him pretty hard to knock him out. I felt that rage start to boil up inside me again.

The two guards started laying boots into Wyatt's hard muscled, battered body, smashing him in the ribs and back with ruthless brutality. Every blow felt like a knife getting twisted in my guts. Fucking bastards!!!

Then, at a sharp order from the Sgt, the two guards kneeled on either side of Wyatt, each guard grabbing his thick muscled guns, the sheer muscularity of Wyatt's arms were fucking impressive, bulging with combat-hardened, power-packed muscle. The two guards hammerlocked his arms behind his back, as the Sgt, with a savage grin dropped his trousers.

The bastard had a massive, beer can thick cock, as he knelt behind Wyatt, reaching forward to grab his hair, and pull his head back, then with a snarl, he positioned his cock, no lube, nothing... and pulling back hard on Wyatt's head, while both his arms were hammerlocked by the guards, he shoved his dick forward, spiking Wyatt's hot muscled ass.

I screamed in rage, "MOTHER FUCKING COWARDS!! BASTARDS!! YOU ARE DEAD, FUCKING DEAD!"

10:23 submasterwyatt: I am so relieved to know Derek isn’t dead but that relief is short lived as I am slammed against the bars and once again knocked out cold. From the two shots to my head I am sure I have a concussion but as I am awakened yet again to a worse situation then before I don’t have time to think about my physical state. My head is being yanked back and for some reason my body is pinned. My eyes roll down and I see two soldiers holding my arms locked behind me. I have no time to understand before my ass burns from someone trying to invade it. I don’t cry out I don’t give any indication of my feelings but I have had only a four dicks up my ass and all of them were invited, what was happening now was more then a violation and I clinched my ass tight to keep that thick tree trunk at my back door from getting in. It was like a battering ram jamming and assaulting me. It finally popped in my hole but I clinched my ass and twisted my legs to the left ripping that cock inside me with me. I would fucking snap his dick off if he thought he could rape me.

I look over after Derek yells out his threats and I know the fucker behind me didn’t expect the kind of resistance I was giving him. Bending and choking his fuck pole so much it was almost sideways. He is about ready to gut me from the move I put on his anaconda but I talk fast, looking at Derek the whole time. My guts wrench seeing him tied to the cell door and his skin half blown off. I try and give him signals that what I am about to say is so they will let him free of his bonds and we can come up with a plan when we are in the cell.

Playing on the big Russians pride I go for it. Come on sgt. You gonna fuck a dude with two men needing to hold him down? I know you ain’t a pussy boy. You want a fight right. Well Sargent Steel is here to take my prize money and I don’t like it. I have been paid a pretty penny to retrieve jr over there . If he brings him in I get nothing. I was only playing his game so I could drop the fucker after I had Antonov out. It’s not like this stupid fucker came with a group, this Hero as you call him, is only after one thing Glory of stealing an honest man’s pay. I will gladly fuck him up for you then you can do want you want with him. I will just ask that I be set free and I go back and tell my government it was too late - I ain’t getting paid enough for this shit.” There it was the proposal - was it convincing enough? Did Derek get my hints that with his hands and feet free we might be able to come up with a plan? And what about his group? Did he have a plan for them to help and intervene after so many hours. All I could do now is wait for the Russian to think about what I said and go with my plan or my ass was going to get torn I. Two by that major Russian weapon.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: Fuck, Wyatt is a fighter... even while being held down by three tough mother fuckers and getting his ass raped by that Russian gorilla, he doesn't stop fighting. The Russian's cries of pain as Wyatt uses his ass like a weapon are fucking satisfying, but likely to get him killed.

Then, he catches my eyes as he starts fast talking the Sgt. who is fucking his ass. Damn... he thinks fast. I catch on right away. We are playing the my mate is actually my rival game. Damn brilliant. I control my rage, and stare daggers at Wyatt, going along with it.

The Russians don't know it, but time is on our side. If we can just stall a little longer, my team is gonna realize something is wrong, and move in.

The big Russian looked over at me, as I spat on top of Wyatt's back. "Fucking suits me fine. I'll gut him. More money for me. The Russian's eyes light up with an evil gleam. He likes the idea of his enemies doing each other in. But we all know no matter who wins, he isn't letting anyone go.

Growling, the big Russian stands up, yanking his cock out of Wyatt's ass. It looks a bit bruised. He probably is glad of the excuse to get out of there before his dick is ripped off without looking weak in front of his men. He speaks in his decent english, "All right, me and my men could use the entertainment. But you have only five minutes. If both of you are still alive after five minutes, then we will shoot your fucking balls off."

The Russian wasn't stupid, and realized this might be some kind of ruse. Fuck. Our only hope is if my men made their move soon. The Sgt. nods, barking an order in Russian. The two men move out, one to me, one to Wyatt. Expertly, the fucking bastards jam their thumbs on our carotid arteries, knocking us out cold in five seconds.

When I wake up, groaning with a headache, I see that we are both free of our chains, but still locked in the cell. The three Russians are standing in the hall. Antonov is still in the cell with us, bound hand and foot.

The big Sgt. calls out, "Five minutes, you mother fucking sons of bitches, and either one of you is dead, or both of you get your fucking nuts blown off."

10:23 submasterwyatt: Waking up for the third time today with a massive head ache. I feel worse then a frat boy on a bender weekend in Vegas. How long was I out this time? I think and try and look for clues as to what time of day it is and where I am now. No time to think as the Russian sgt. Bellows out we have five minutes to kill the other or both our balls will be blown off.

I need to get into Derek close so we can whisper and plan. I need to know if it has been long enough and his team might be itching to intervene. I do a quick surveillance of the situation and see The sgt. And one other dude outside the cell door. The other guys lined up in the small passage between the cells and leading to the doorway - no one appears to be watching a camera, all eyes on the two Baked American prisoners. That is good for us if Derek’s team are trying to sneak up they won’t be caught.

I turn and see the big man in all his glory. Fuck he is one of the best built dudes I have ever seen. His muscles in perfect alignment. Even in his ripped apart worn down condition he would rival most others. I also see the damage the smoke grenade did to him and my heart yanks at me for what I am about to do. Not wanting to lose precious minutes. I tell Derek I am sorry in my head anyway and jump forward and SCRATCH at his torn flesh on his chest. Hoping this will cause him to drop so I can jump on his back and apply a rear naked choke. Not a full one but one that looks convincing. As I rake his chest I play the game by hollering out. “You just a big man pussy you overgrown show muscles faggot”. I hate that word but I need to be convincing. “I’m going to fucking kill you for making me lose over half a million dollars you wanna be army bitch. As I slide in the the fake choke I yank Derek’s body toward the cell wall so I can whisper in his ear. Whispering - Derek man I am so sorry but I had to get u close. Here’s what I think the best plan is whether your guys show up or not. Hollering out. That’s it you big pussy try and breathe fucker your nothing. Fucking mess with me. And I slap my hand down on Derek’s head and it looks like a major slam. But I cup my palm up the last second to barely make contact. You grunt and sell it for all it’s worth. “That’s right you big pussy I knew you weren’t anything but a piece of meat to show off for the boys. Whispering again. “Only the sgt. Has his gun with him all the others have them along the wall or not with them. Tap my forearm so the men can see like you trying to surrender if you can play dead for a bit?” If you can I will wait for the sgt and the one goon to come in
And hopefully two goons will come in to move your body. When I kick you in the leg we will make our move and jump them, get sgt gun from him and shoot anyone who tries to come near us”. It was a fast plan but we only had about a minute left so did what we could with the time. I wait for you to tap and then finish the show . “That’s right I big pussy bitch tap for me surrender unfortunately for you big man there is no surrendering.” And I snap your neck left but only really crank it like a chiropractor and you hear a bone snap and watch your eye drop. I sit over you panting and sweating and say. “Come get him the fucker is yours”

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: Hurting all over, my chest burned and a bit raw in spots, with a pounding head from being knocked out, I focus through the brain fog, and assess the situation.

I stagger up to my feet, knowing that the Russian bastard does not make idle threats. But also knowing that he made a big fucking mistake giving us even this much freedom. My team has to be near... they are probably planning their attack right now. But regardless of that, we can't depend on them. We have to find a way out of this trap ourselves.

I catch eyes with Wyatt, damn, even beaten the fuck up with a wounded leg, he looks fantastic. The grime and bruises only make him look hotter. I don't let any of that show, staring daggers at him. "Fucking bastard.. this whole fucking mess is all your fault. I'll rip your head off."

I lunge at him as he jumps at me, raking my chest. The pain really fucks me up, and I see white for a few seconds. I know we can't hold back, can't let that Russian gorilla suspect us. Fuck it hurts. Then, while I'm dazed, I feel his thick arm wrap itself around my throat. It's a fucking tight grip, can feel the muscles in his rock solid arm flex, but he's applying the pressure in the wrong spot, just missing my carotid. But it looks pretty devastating.

I growl, struggling, but go with it, hearing Wyatt whisper in my ear, in between shouting insults at me. I play my own part perfectly, a dude being choked out, slowly losing consciousness.

Actually, despite the pain I'm in, having Wyatt's hard muscle all over me feels fucking amazing. Playing dead makes sense, I'm with Wyatt's plan.

I tap his arm in desperation, like a man about to go out, then I let myself go limp, limbs twitching slightly, just as though I'd been knocked out.

Wyatt "snaps" my neck, fuck that actually felt good, and I play dead. The men outside clap, and the big Sergeant walks in, flanked by one of his men.

He sneers at Wyatt, as I wait for my moment. "Good, one down, one to go." He raises his sidearm, I can hear him uncatch the safety. FUCK!! He's going to shoot Wyatt. Suddenly, I explode into violence, ignoring the pain, like liquid fire, traveling up and down my torso as I spring forward, taking the gorilla's legs out from under him with a low tackle, reaching up for his sidearm, grabbing his wrist, forcing his shot to slam into the wall. We hit the floor, rolling as his pistol goes flying. I hear shouts outside, and also, FUCK, finally.. an explosion. The building rocks as though from a grenade. My boys are here!!! The other guards go running, it's just me, the Russian gorilla, Wyatt, and the other guard. Both of these dudes are special forces... it's gonna be a tough fight.

10:23 submasterwyatt: Derek plays his part to perfection. no Grammy nomination but good enough to sell it to the Russian cohort. The big general, convinced Derek is dead, starts to cock his gun and lift it. Both Derek and I knew the son of a bitch was not a man of his word and I am just about ready to swing a roundhouse kick towards his gun hand when Derek springs up and knocks the fucker to the ground by swiping his legs. The gun goes flying as the bullet slams into the wall just a few inches from Antonov who is wide eyed and again in shock.

Before the other goon can get his weapon out the whole building shakes and the rest of the men are scattering and grabbing their weapons to see who is attacking them. As Derek starts to whale down onto the General, the other soldier gets his bearings and starts towards me. I know it wasn't the smartest of thoughts but I do use my hurt leg and use the roundhouse I was planning on General boy to apply it to this soldier. he was looking down trying to get his weapon in position to fire when I rock his temple and he slams into the makeshift bed and slumps. I grit my teeth and wince from the pain of my leg, again starting to run with a little blood as I try and grab for his gun when he gets the barrel of it first. He must know it is more of a liability for him as he slides it hard across the cell floor and through the bars so no one can use it. "Fine with me." I think, I prefer killing a man with my hands anyway. As I reach for him, to get around his neck he slams his fist into my throbbing and bleeding leg and a real cry of pain is heard. This stops all the chaos in the room and the General and the soldier alike feel like they have their advantage and pounce. Damn, where are Derek's group? Surely they could subdue the soldiers and come get us soon.

I have to readjust and use my good leg as the goon is on me now and going after the wound. I yank my foot back and time it just right as i holler for him to look up in Russian. The idiot does and my heel RAMS into his nose as I hear a crack. The blood comes instantly, and the scream now comes from the Russian. He rolls off holding his nose and probably swearing in Russian.

I need to keep this fight on the ground or I will be at a great disadvantage as my base will be weakened from the leg wound. I lean over and grab his hair as he starts to get up and yank him down between my legs where I clamp on a leg choke. If this were just a fight I would leave it at that, but this is for my and Derek's life, so I start slamming my fists into his bloody nose as I start to choke him out. If I can even put him out, I can help Derek as I have no idea how he is faring in his fight.

10:23 AgentDerekSteel: On the edge of my awareness, I can hear the grunts and slams of meat and muscle as Wyatt grapples with the other guard, but all of my attention is focused on this massive Russian gorilla. Not only is the mother fucker built like a brick shithouse, he's a damn good fighter.

We roll across the floor, until we slam against the wall. There's no sign of his pistol, it must have been thrown clear when I tackled the big fucker, but he doesn't need it. I let out a scream to focus my strength as I end up on top of the fucker, trying to force his arms down, but fuck is he strong. Every muscle in my body flexes like steel cable as I try to keep him pinned, but he isn't having it. He bucks suddenly, like a bronco.

If I had been 100%, I'd have stayed put regardless, but my entire chest is practically a raw burn wound, sapping my strength. I go flying over his head, barely managing to put my arms up in time to keep my skull from getting smashed on the concrete wall, as it is, I hit hard, slumping down, in a daze. I'm seeing double vision..

The big Russian sergeant staggers up, cursing, turning towards, when I hear a scream, a string of savage curses, in Russian. It's the other guard, I look over, my vision swimming as I see Wyatt laying on his back, trapping the guard in a triangle choke while bashing his face in.

The Sergeant ignores me for the moment, clearly thinking I'm not a threat, then turns towards Wyatt. He pulls back his heavy, steel toed combat boot, cursing at Wyatt, and smashes that boot into Wyatt's ribs with sickening force, dropping down to pin Wyatt to the floor with his knee, raising his fist to smash Wyatt in the face.

The trapped guard manages to free himself, but he's not in any shape to fight, holding his face, which looks like hamburger meat. What I really want to do right now is have a good puke, anything to make the room stop spinning.

But what I do is force myself up to my knees, gather my strength, and leap on the big Russian's back, wrapping my arm around his throat in a rear naked choker, pouring everything I have left into crushing this fucker's neck.

Published: 2022-09-17, viewed 61 times.