Superverse

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14:36 Agent_David_Kingston: I stand here at the train station waiting to board my train. I look around at all the men, women, and children bustling about their daily lives, everyone is so relieved still that war is over. WWII ended almost two year ago now but the relief is lighting the air with hope and renewed sense of good will in areas of the world. If people only knew the truth. Sure, the war ended but the fighting just really began with WWII. The world war brought to light so many new super powers and major crime organizations....which shocked the intelligence community. I believe most of the "higher ups," had a strong idea that these elusive villains and super heroes were out there but the war made them all come to light.

14:42 Agent_David_Kingston: So here I stand, among all these hope filled people, bearing a dark truth. The world is not a safe place, the enemy is still at large, and is probably more dangerous than ever. **I puff my chest up in confidence.** That is where I come in...an agent of the elite military intelligence force called IRONCLAD. It really is a pretty cool name, if I say so myself....but it is a name no one will ever hear. The organization is that secretive. It is the only way we can work effectively and have the success rate we do. Ironclad was the first world wide intelligence military group to be formed by all the free nations of the world. Ironclad was a response to the "Red Skull" incident during WWII....which also is the same incident that revealed one of our world's greatest heroes....Captain America. **My nether region swells and jerks some.**

14:48 Agent_David_Kingston: Ironclad worked alongside, in the background, during the Captain's effort against the Red Skull. It was during that time that the realization that there was a need to have a super elite force to battle the underground criminal world. I was recruited by Ironclad right out of my military service. I was a graduate of the Army Academy with special training in hand to hand combat and sharp shooting. My father always said, "never give yourself a compliment David...allows others to shine." So I can only quote my teachers and mentors who said they saw a deep skill and dedicated character in me. Those qualities made me a good soldier, a damn good one too.

14:53 Agent_David_Kingston: I did have the opportunity to serve with Captain America during his third mission strike against one of the Red Skull’s largest weapons facilities. The Captain was amazing. He is a gifted leader,a fucking strong solider (I mean he is a super solider after all.), a man of deep character who cares for all, and he is one FINE looking man. He has a neck of steel, a chest of iron, arms that flex like tank treads, a waistline that screams for my arms to be around, and some of the more titan looking thighs I have ever seen. Captain America is all man....and my greatest hero. Serving alongside him, even far off as a sharpshooter during the first squadron rush was amazing. We took down the facility fast and well. I did not get to talk to the Captain, but I swear we made eye contact.

14:59 Agent_David_Kingston: **Shake my head so that I keep my focus on the task at hand.** So, Ironclad has been working around the clock to keep the world secure in the appearance of Peace. The enemies of freedom are great...but Ironclad is on the alert. Which brings me here, to the train station. I am heading to New York to meet a new recruit. The bosses want to bring on this new special agent to help in the efforts against The Chara, a Russian militant crime organization, that deals with illegal arms dealings in it’s bid for world domination. The Chara are the biggest threat to the world right now....they have been like a sleeping bear until recently when they showed their powerful might and infiltrated and took a large amount of plutonium. No good will come from them. So Ironclad needs to bring in some heavy hitters to help with the cause. I am all for it. The sooner we can take down The Chara the move lives we can save.

15:00 Agent_David_Kingston: I do not have the name or identity of the new recruit. I just have the location where to meet him...The Grand Hotel, New York City.

15:03 Agent_David_Kingston: The train screeches to a halt and the conductor calls for boarding. I mount the train, ease by way to my window seat. I nod to the gentleman and his wife who sit across from. More hopeful people under my elite protection and they do not even know it. I sit back in my chair curious about the new recruit I am going to meet but also with a mind full of events from two weeks ago where I met the leader of The Chara in battle .....Sabian Kizer. Lean my head back and close my eyes as the trains chugs out of the station. I have a good long right up to New York, plenty of time to catch a well needed rest. My mind drifts to the battle...to Sabian…

Flashback scene: Plutonium Heist

15:27 Agent_David_Kingston: We received some major intel on the heist in progress by The Chara Clan. They are after plutonium from a Canadian science facility. I will say this for The Chara Clan they can move fast...they have to be incredibly well funded. My heart is racing as we fly in the modified B-12 bombers to the drop point. Rumor from the intel is The Chara Clan leader, Sabian Kizer is there...if we snag him, the threat of The Chara Clan in the world will be over...if only. The red light signals in the loading bay were we all stand, we are over the drop point. I secure both my sniper rifle and pistol to me. We will come in guns blazing. I look around the plane's bay. Each one of these 14 men here is as dedicated and skilled as I am. We can do this. "Fists up gentleman....for freedom," I call out to them one fist up. They respond in unison...."for freedom." The bay doors open....we drop into the sky. Yt

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: I looked around, checking left and right, smiling briefly at the bodies of the dead guards strewn over the floor as my men carried the heavy, shielded containers containing the purpose of our visit. Plutonium. The miracle element discovered by the Americans…. It was so deliciously ironic. That the purported defenders of peace and freedom would create a weapon of such utter and delicious destruction. And now the means for such a weapon would be in the hands of The Chara Clan.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: My heavily muscled, richly tattooed, powerful body flowed across the floor with deadly grace and purpose, radiating an intimidating strength that both aroused and terrified all those who came into my presence. Once, once when I was young, I had been weak. But my Father had taught me strength… It was in the prisons of Siberia that any remnant of who I was had been burned away, burned to ashes. It was there that I had been reborn, finding my power, my strength. It was there that I tasted my power for the first time. My power to kill. My power to seduce. My power to own all whom I chose.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: My Father’s plan had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams. He realized just how much he had succeeded when I raped him before I broke his neck with one hand. He had turned out to be too weak. And then the Nazis had launched their beautiful war, turning the world into flames and chaos. It was then, during WWII that I guided the The Chara Clan with an expert hand through the storm, taking advantage of the turmoil to gather even more power in my fist.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: The war offered so many opportunities, allowing us to gather allies from Stalin’s brutal hold on power, “convincing” many of his highest officials to “divert” enough funding to The Chara Clan to allow us to carry out a plan of terror and destruction amongst the peace-loving Western powers, all while being able to deny any official involvement. It was a match made in heaven.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: And now, under my leadership, we had the means and power to brazenly assault the western powers, attacking the Canadian weapons lab with brutal, lethal force and stealing their store of Plutonium. A rapid, vicious rape… a brutal in and out… Mmmmmmmm… I grabbed my crotch, and adjusted my swelling manhood. It was all so beautiful. I had even had time to take a few of the best specimens amongst the Canadian soldiers who were guarding the lab prisoner. They would be returning with me to Russian, to be added to my personal harem, to be used as rewards for my followers when they pleased me.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: But then, one of my lieutenants rushed up, “Master Kizer, our lookouts have spotted a force of paratroopers, 14 in all, inbound!!” I smiled. “Ah very good my lieutenant, I will go and prepare a welcome for them. Is the Plutonium safely stowed in our aircraft?” The lieutenant nods, “Almost Master Kizer, we need only 10 more minutes.” I grin, reaching down to my thick, heavy camouflage patterned BDU trousers to draw out my sidearm, loaded and ready. My thick, tattooed torso was draped in a heavy flak jacket, but my arms, my beautifully sculpted, thickly powerful arms, were bare. I grinned, and gracefully flowed to order my troops and prepare to snack on some more soldiers. I wonder if there would be any more amongst them who would be worthy of my harem.

09:33 Agent_David_Kingston: As we enter the lowering sky, the view of war and death comes into view. The Chara Clan is here and they have done their worst and best at infiltrating and killing the Canadian defense force. I can see through my googles the cement ground splattered in blood. My heart races with anger....the slaughter of good people is something I can not stand. My cock hardens some as the thought of battle of approaches. Ironclad is not some wussy pussy spy agency of men with fancy toys and pop guns, no we are an elite force of the best of the best in the world. These men and women are the best at war....they fight with skills that are super human and they each are worth the weight of 100 men.

09:38 Agent_David_Kingston: We sharp shooters have weapons drawn and targets marked as we come in distant range....the silenced shot rattle off...and you see the Chara Clan henchmen falling....1....2......10. Fuck they have brought an entire army. Men bearing the Chara Clan blood mark on their top coats come pouring out from the Canadian research facility. Me and the troops hit the ground with a masterful grace. Our feet make contact and seamlessly shots go out from our sharp shooters, hand to hand combat fighters charge in laying waste to handfuls of henchmen.

09:42 Agent_David_Kingston: I drop in next to two. Quickly spinning and sweeping, kicking one to the ground while the other got the butt of my elite rifle to the back of his head sending him to the ground. The kicked man receives my knee to throat and with a quick lean and twist his neck bones shatter. My other assailant rises to receive my rifle butt again but this time breaking his nose spraying his treacherous blood in a spreading cloud. He falls back to get his balls kicked in, while I pull my pistol and end his trials of villainy.

09:45 Agent_David_Kingston: I spin around as the team advances. I see the truck....the Plutonium is there. I signal the team. I look to my left. I have two men down, they are not moving....dammit. I turn back, taking a few more shots with my rifle. Each bullet finds its target and their bodies fall as their souls leave them. THEN.....I see him....Sabian....he is all power, all impressive, and all evil. He barely moves as he fights. I watch him take down another of my men. He snaps his throat with his bare hand and then brutally beats another. I line up my shot...I shoot but one of Sabian's men jumps in the line of fire sacrificing himself for his ruthless leader. I look up from my gun.....my eyes lock with Sabian.

09:46 Agent_David_Kingston: Another of his henchmen comes at me from the side. I keep my eyes on Sabian as I pull my dagger then easily twist and push the knife into the man's throat in a gracefully easy move and twist of my well formed athletic body. My eyes stay focused...Sabian is the target.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: I should not have worried about the lack of worthy men amongst them. Their tactics, their leadership, their battle strategies are masterly, as are their forms and faces. All are worthy of my harem. As I stride to meet the foe, I hear reports of the skill of their marksmen, taking down my lesser troops, my cannon fodder by the score with well-placed shots.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: Following in the wake of their elite marksmen, they send in a wave of their best close combat specialists. I can tell they are desperate to break through our lines to reach the truck containing our precious plutonium. They shall not have it. It is ours by right of conquest.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: I strode forth, to reinforce where our lines were weakest, under heavy pressure by their close combat specialists. I flowed, like water, over the dead bodies of my fallen men, their top coats red not only with the blood mark of the Chara Clan but also their lifeblood. They have four close combat fighters, wearing heavy gear, wielding fist and the bayonets of their short rifles with skilled precision. They are elite. The best of the best. But they are as the wheat before the scythe in the face of my power. With my sidearm out, I flow like water out of the path of one bayonet, and blow the throat out of the soldier facing me. With my other foot, without even needing to look, I strike upwards and to the side, with incredible flexibility and speed for a man as large as I, crushing his companions throat with a solid kick.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: Without even breaking a sweat, I turn ducking under the sweeping stab of another bayonet, moving like a dancer, my hand seizes his throat, and crushes it with a practiced brutality. Three of their men are dead, and now the fourth runs forward, his pistol aimed at my head, but suddenly my other hand is there, knocking it aside with grace, the shot goes wide. I drop the man with the crushed throat and drive my fist into the fourth soldier’s face. He falls back, his nose crunched. I follow down, and drive my fists into his face over, and over, until with an explosion of blood, he stops moving. I look up, warned by some sixth sense, to see one of my men diving in front of me, taking a shot from one of their sharp shooters. A shot intended for me. My eyes narrow, and I leave the fourth soldier to die on the battlefield, and turn towards the man with the insolence, the arrogance to shoot at me, Sabian Kizer.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: My eyes find and hold onto his gaze, even as he effortlessly knifes one of my charging men in the throat. I smile slightly, my whole being exuding power, dominance, and raw sensuality. He is mine. I will have him. His face is stunningly handsome, and his eyes are hard and full of purposeful determination. He turns towards me, thinking me to be his target. He is shouting it at me in a 1000 small ways. But soon, he will find that the hunter is really the prey. All men are prey before Sabian.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: I dart forward with the speed and grace of a dancer, navigating the field of death and destruction we have wrought, to enter his range. Him, I will beat senseless. Him I will mark. He will be mine. My right hand wields my heavy, curved knife in a quick slice for this arrogant man’s cheeks, while my left fist drives up with a rapid, powerful blow, a heavy, savage fist meant to bury itself in his ribs.

08:29 Agent_David_Kingston: In battle, you do not show emotion, you show determination, you show intensity, you show will power.....you show that you are a force to be reckoned with. I watch as four of our men, my men fall under the brutal sadistic strength of that bastard Sabian....in my mind and heart I scream out in defiance and rage. I will taste the blood of Sabian....Sabian's men mean nothing to him....they are pawns in his game. These men and women fighting alongside me are my family....I protect, defend and yes avenge my family. We all know the costs of the life we lead....but by all the power that was given to me I will be sure that Sabian feels the sting and burn of my blade. A bullet is too good for him.

08:31 Agent_David_Kingston: My eyes burn, my athletic battle hard frame firm....my size is my greatest weapon. Larger opponents always, and I mean always overestimate their superiority over me. The beast glides through the slaughter fest of bodies that strewn about the ground, it is a blood bath....but that is the way of Chara.

08:38 Agent_David_Kingston: I see the beast coming in, I see the glint of his curved wicked blade, he wants to sink it into me, his arm is readied....I know my enemy's power, and I know his intentions. My mind is in battle mode my body is weaponized....he comes in fast but graceful. I hear the whistle of the curved blade in the air as it goes for my cheeks and his fist launches in like a missile. My body with the limberness of a gymnast, drops and rolls. The blade just millimeters from my face, the first grazes my ribs, and I roll. My own black steeled blade out and in my grasp, as I was prepared in my attack, slashes in catches the waistline of Sabian. I know it was not deep cut but enough to sting. Out of my roll I am up and turning faster than you, and my solid well aimed kick comes in to nail the back of you on your left. Even you can not remain upright from a blow like this. I want to finish you....but here Corporal Rigs yelling....my eyes spin, he is at the truck, fighting off a hoard.

08:41 Agent_David_Kingston: I bolt from you and pull my pistol up.....in my full tilt run and I ping off several shots....each one hits its mark....5 Chara men fall. Corporal Rigs takes a shot in the shoulder. Fuck....I shoot off 3 more shots taking out more of his attackers. Two more of my team fire in to help. Any minute the beast will be on me, I hear him up and moving, but he is still back from me. I steady my blade and gun as I spin to re engage with you.

08:42 Agent_David_Kingston: I have lost eight men in our engagement, I am sure we can take the truck....but maybe our secondary objective can be met. yt

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: This man before me is seductive, graceful, hard and chiseled, and smooth as silk. With a grace and speed to match my own, he smoothly avoids my blade, bending like a willow tree, dropping and rolling. I must have this man. I will have him. Mesmerized by his beauty and my desire for him, I foolishly allow him to catch me off guard, his blade slicing across my midriff, just beneath my flak jacket, and above my belt, a thin red line of fire erupting across the hard, tattooed chiseled muscle of my unconquerable abs. The pain is like a long-lost lover, and I embrace it tenderly, smoothly, feeding off the sensation.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: I start to move then, flowing into motion, but this man is so smooth, so professional, so skilled, he smashes his kick into my left side. I do not resist the blow however, but flow with it, going with the force to lessen the impact, smoothly allowing my body to embrace the kick and dive into a roll, I hear a shout, a yell, as I spring smoothly back to my feet, the delicious sharp, fiery pain of the cut that you gifted to me driving me to even greater heights of violence and lust. I spring towards you like a tiger, as you fire shot after shot into my men. I catch sight of you as you tense, starting to spin, and then I leap.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: Graceful as a gazelle, my powerful thighs explode with muscle, recoiling my legs in an instant, my boots contact the side of a burning Canadian Armed Forces jeep, a dead soldier slumped over the steering wheel. I spring off the jeep, and dive towards you like a soaring swan, my blade in one hand, my sidearm in the other. I come at you from your opposite side, almost your back as you turn, expecting me behind you, but instead my heavy chest slams into your shoulder from the side, and I fire a single shot as I leap, putting a bullet directly between the eyes of the man you were trying to save, Corporal Rigs. Already holding his wounded shoulder, he suddenly sprays the back of our precious truck with his brains, and slumps lifeless to the ground. But there will be no bullets for you. For you are mine, and I will have you.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: As my heavy assault bowls you over, knocking the pistol free from your hand, I roll smoothly over your falling form, leap up and turn, my grin vicious, my knife held ready, my sidearm reholstered. “You belong to Sabian now, my friend. You just do not yet realize this truth.”

09:08 Agent_David_Kingston: Shots are being fired everywhere, I am trained to hear them as a sharpshooter. I hear one large pistol release from behind I hear the bullet launch its not coming for me. I call out to Rig, screaming for him to duck but it’s too late the bullet found it’s prey and a cloud of blood fills the air as Rigs goes down. I shout out but my grief is interrupted as an unexpected thick body slams into my shoulder sending me rolling on the blood coated cement...Sabian!

10:09 Agent_David_Kingston: I roll out from your heavy body shoulder blast, which was like being hit by fucking boulder, you are a beast of a man. I come to stop up in a ready position on my knee. My pistol has been thrown from me but it is clear you are bent on my blood being spilt by your blade. I see you with a wicked hard grin and all I can think and see in my mind is Rigs body limp on the back of the truck. You have no mercy, no care and no thought of any one but yourself. Even your own men mean nothing to you. You are the enemy of freedom and I am here to take you down.

10:14 Agent_David_Kingston: Your thick battle hardened 6'3" 280lbs body is intimidatingly larger than my soldier trained 5'10" 180 lbs frame. But no matter....David took down Goliath with a fucking stone....you are my Goliath today and I will take you down with whatever means necessary.

10:24 Agent_David_Kingston: My hands down on the ground at my side I feel pebbles, stones and debris. In a stunningly fast sweeping motion, I throw two handfuls of small rock, dirt, dust and ground up into your devilishly handsome face. The debris launches perfectly at your face, eyes and head are pelted with the small stones, the dirt clouds your vision as you go into a defensive posture with your hands. I launch at you fast, bursting up on my lead steel cable muscle legs. I am fast. I have plenty of space to build up momentum. I lean down, my athletic soldier body rams into your lower hard tatt covered abs with super hero might. Your thick towering mass falls back and I ride on your chest like a surfer riding a wave. Upon impact you thick muscled back smashes into the cement ground.

10:28 Agent_David_Kingston: I pull my right boot up and it pins your right hand down, I twist my boot grinding your wrist making you drop your blade. My left drives down hard into your neck, forcing your Adam's back making you lose your voice and breath. I have my titanium steel military issue 8 inch combat dagger at your left eye, ready to penetrate your shocked wide open eye. Our battle has drawn the attention of your men and the several of mine who remain. All eyes on us, your men can not act without you. "Call off your fucking hoard.......NOW!" I command with a deep fire raging in my eyes. I want you to resist so that I plunge this knife through your eye socket and into your brain bringing The Chara Clan to end.

10:32 Agent_David_Kingston: My breathing is controlled. My body was poised and flexed. From years of wrestling in high school and college, now with years of combat training on top of that, I know how to take down and control a bigger opponent. I also know you never let your guard down and that anything can happen. I keep the knife poised...."I said call them OFF," I say more forcefully as my voice quiets but keeps its defining resolve.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: Delectable. Delicious. This one is mine. So much spirit and fire. I carefully begin to circle him as he kneels before me, as is appropriate for an inferior. But he is wily, this one, oh yes. And suddenly a cloud of dirty and pebbles is headed towards my face. Followed almost instantly by the smaller warrior’s shoulder driving into my steel-hardened abs with unbelievable force, driving me to the ground.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: With a grace that only increases my hunger, he lands with perfect precision, pinning my right wrist, forcing me to drop my blade. Oh yes. Come, show me your skills, show me your might. Show me what I will be owning. Then he has the balls, the sheer audacity to plant his knee on my throat, as if I were his conquest? I smile, even as my life’s breath is threatened. Then, his knife is hovering over my eye, prepared to plunge inwards if I do not obey his command. My men, surrounding me, gasp and freeze.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: The fire burning in his eyes. I will have it. The spirit in his soul. Will be mine. The grace and beauty, the power of his fine soldier’s body will belong to me. My feet snap up suddenly with a speed and power that is nearly beyond human. I snap them around his neck like a vise, and pull him off me, bashing his head brutally into the hard asphalt, leaving a small patch of red. He drops his knife, and, suddenly, with a quick flick of my powerful legs, I release his head, and drive my heavy left boot beneath his stunned back, and lock down my right boot. His arms are tightly trapped beside his body and the silky smooth, steel-cable hard mighty legs of Sabian begin to crush down with a brutal, irresistible force. I smoothly bring one hand up to prop up my head, as I look over at my acquisition. But… I decide then. That I will not take him today. No. For hunting him will be half the pleasure of taking him.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: My men nod, informing me that the truck is loaded and ready. The resistance of these elite interlopers, these fine commandos, is all but ended. But I lost many, many men to them. Their strength and power intrigues me. I will learn who they are so I might have the pleasure of hunting them down one by one. My mighty thighs suddenly increase in pressure, and feel the strong, athletic, powerful body of my prey compress suddenly, his ribs bending inwards at the full, savage force of the unstoppable, unbeatable, harder than steel, legs of Sabian Kizer, conqueror of men. I speak. “You are intriguing my good sir. And you have caught my attention. But you are …. Undeveloped yet. Like a minnow. I will throw you back into the sea so you might grow and become a challenge more worthy of my attention. You are mine, you see. And I shall mark you so that all men will know this. Gregor! Come, meet our guest and give him the blood mark.”

13:42 Gregor: My entire massive being was excited as we arrived at the Canadian facility to enact my master's plan. Sabian Kizer is my master...I serve him as I would my clan bear leader. He plucked me from being nothing and made me into the force of nature I am....I am Gregor, hear me roar and feel my might. My might was born and is renewed through him. We arrive at the facility and I am unleashed as an unstoppable force. Like others rumored in the world for their might, my hide is impenetrable to bullets when I flex, my claws tear through steel, my muscles shatter the bones of man, and my teeth bare the blood stains of devouring man flesh. I enter the Canadian atomic center shredding the main steel barracked doors. Then I proceed to lay down all in my way...ripping limbs off....tearing heads....maw-ing anything that is within reach. I clear the inner facility of any and all life as my master and his harem of loyalists load their prize.

13:47 Gregor: I have lost track of time in my blood lust and terror. I hear gunfire, but it is not Chara Clan weaponry. I have no need for tech nor communications with my enhanced sight, hearing and taste. My instincts outweigh any device man can make. I make my way up from the depths of the facility, taking bites of man flesh here and there from any survivors crawling on the bloodied floors of my slaughtering wave. I then hear the master call. I gallop like the beast I up and erupt through the wall, and I grin at the site I see.

13:53 Gregor: My master has one of the enemies in the grip of his titan thighs. My master is an impressive man and formidable fighter. His quad is thick with a deadly pressure around the handsome young man. My mighty cock swells in delight. I clobber over near him with a heavy foot as he commands me to give the man the blood mark. I grin and bare my teeth. The young man does not flinch...he is a brave spirit and a strong heart. It is no wonder the master chose him. I reach down with my thick arm and clasp the man's neck as the master releases his crushing death hold. I pull the man close to my maw that drips in my victims blood. My master has risen and stands at the side watching. He nods....I lean in. "You are a fine man," I say gruffly to my prey.

13:53 Gregor: My mouth opens and clasps down hard sinking into the shoulder flesh of the man. He grimaces but does not scream, again impressive. I sink my teeth in, then release the man, dropping him to the ground as I step back by my master huffing and snorting like the beast I am. ytD

15:11 Agent_David_Kingston: I have the fucker down...I have taken down Sabian, but it does not feel right. He does not have defeat in his eye, but looks at me as if I have fallen right into his trap. His eyes burn at me with a possessive lust which is unsettling. But I hold my fire and power hard at him, remembering the training, remembering who I am. Yet part of me says I should plunge the knife deep in the eye socket and end this tyranny. I would most likely receive a court martial or dismissal from the service. However, ending this bastard would be worth it.

15:17 Agent_David_Kingston: My arm flexes and makes me resolved. I am going to end Sabian Kizer right here. Suddenly, your thick dirt covered heavy black combat boots reach up on your limber but tree trunk legs and snap around my head hard and tight. I can only grunt as my lean athletic muscle toned form is flung from you back down hard in some modified fucking pile driver. The top of my head is drilled into the cement. THUD WHACK goes my skull. I instantly feel the wound and know I am bleeding from my head. I go to open my mouth to release a battery of swear words but even before I speak or get my arms raised to nurse my surging head, your two cement pillar massive legs surround my body in some sick constricting python like manner. The pressure bares down without hesitation to death threatening levels. My entire torso is crushed in this onslaught attack from you. My arms locked in the death trap sealing myself to you well.

15:20 Agent_David_Kingston: My neck strains and my head goes back as I try to open my wind pipe as much as I can to get any portion of air in my lungs. You lean back on your arm lounging there as you look down at your handiwork. I cuss my hesitation, for not ramming my dagger through your eye. I hear you blabbering on about owning and my "minnow like" state of life. But really all I can hear is my pulse beating in my ears and head. I feel my ribs turning in. I see your men staring, even some of them getting off. In the distance I see my 3 remaining men on their knees and then executed by a few of your armed men. The mission is failure....and here in the grip of this fucking hot stacked tatted monster I will find my death.

15:23 Agent_David_Kingston: You call for one of your men by name, I am then overshadowed by literally a monster. "FUCK," I mouth out as this enormous bear beast like man reaches down and with one massive paw that encircles my neck he picks me up from Sabians grip. My torso breaths and I gasp. My hand instantly grabs this bears forearm that is bigger than my thigh. He grips my neck like a titan then is told to "mark me." Suddenly he digs his teeth into my shoulder and I bite my lip in the sheer pain. Oh fuck is this bear monster going to eat me I think.

15:25 Agent_David_Kingston: I am released and drop to the ground confused at what to do, what do I nurse first...my bleeding head, my crushed ribs or my bear attacked shoulder. What a fucking report this will be if I make it back to headquarters. I look up and the bear when he fucking speaks. Then my eyes glare at Sabian that fucking bastard, that if I live I WILL END HIM next time we meet...if I survive.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: My faithful, ferocious, beautiful bear beast Gregor arrives. Such a delight he is, such violence and beauty. Such terror at my fingertips. I release my minnow, and obediently Gregor seizes his neck in his mighty paw and draws him into the bosom of his ferocious embrace. I have chosen well, oh so well, for the newest member of my harem shows uncanny bravery and fortitude in the face of my tame terror bear. With a delightful crunch he sinks his teeth into my brave possession. He is marked now, and my ownership of him is uncontested.

15:11 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: I will enjoy the hunt for him in days yet to come all the more for letting him go now. I turn, and survey the battlefield. These brave commandos, whoever they are, are dead now. The last three forced to kneel and given the mercy shot to their head. None of them were worthy of my attention. I turn, and signal my men. We must leave now with our precious cargo. But before I leave, I bend down, and gently, sensuously kiss the newest member of my harem on his forehead. I whisper, in a low seductive tone, “Remember me, my beloved, until I come to claim you in days hence.” Then, I leap onto the back of our truck, loaded with the precious Plutonium, as Gregor bounds alongside us, to make our exit.

14:09 Agent_David_Kingston: I grimace sitting there on the ground...I hurt all over, but I know how to bury my pain. My wicked assailant stands over me looking down on me like a trophy to be had. Sabian leans down and kisses me on my forehead. The act churns my stomach as he calls me 'his beloved." Fuck this bastard is messed up. The truck pulls up and Sabian in graceful power jumps on the back of it as it pulls away with the bear beast man, running alongside. I see them drive off, my eyes keeping in lock with Sabian...the mission a total loss and failure. I look around the grounds not one of my team is moving...or alive. Fourteen good soldiers, highly trained, the best at their skills...cut down by that fucking tatted villain. I pound my fist in the cement...my head aches. I then hear the heavy beat of choppers in the distance. It is the Ironclad reinforcements...too late...we've lost.

Back to the present

14:15 Agent_David_Kingston: The train jerks as it comes to a stop at the station, and I am jolted awake. My body goes into a defensive posture. My lean battle forged muscles flex and go on alert as I gain knowledge of my surroundings. I sigh in quick relief...it was just a dream, a dream that I relive weekly. My superiors at Ironclad never expected the Canadian Plutonium heist to be a success, it was more an encounter mission to confirm the threat of The Chara Clan. For me it was a failure not that we lost the prize objective of obtaining the plutonium, but that I lost so many troops. No one...man or woman, gunner or hero, is ever expendable in my mind. The loss of life is unacceptable.

14:23 Agent_David_Kingston: I rub my eyes, gather my coat and pack filled with some mission reports for the new recruit, some heavy hitter as he is described. I was not given the identity of the recruit, just the location of where to meet them, and the words of my superiors, "You will know him when you see him." That was strange but I get it, it is need to know information and like a good soldier I will follow orders and trust "that I will just know." The Grand Hotel of New York is here right near the train station so I will be me more than early to meet the new guy....or girl....or hero...or whoever it is. I only hope they can help Ironclad...help me...turn the tide against the rising threat of The Chara Clan.

14:36 Agent_David_Kingston: The Grand Hotel of New York is an inspiring building living up to the name grand. I walk into the massive well decked out lobby. Money and power stay here...this is totally not my world. Folks dressed to the best, men in fine suits, ladies shining in their dresses. The staff mill around attending to all the clients needs. I slowly make my way through the crowds to the hotel's bar, they don't call it a bar...they call it an alehouse...but let's face it ... that is what it is....a place to get a drink. I find an open table and within moments of sitting the waiter is there taking my drink. I am not a fancy man...but feel I should look impressive..."Gin and tonic, please" I say. He nods and walks off. I am a guy so sure, I check out the waiter...cute, tight ass. I get a little movement in my tight trousers on my crotch. But I am seated so that little wonder is just for me. The waiter returns, I nod and then wait looking for the one I will just know.

14:40 Captain_America: This evening, I am supposed to meet up with a representative of Ironclad. After the Secretary of Defense had contacted me personally with the request that I consider this assignment, I had done some research on this group. I was impressed, very impressed. They were composed of a select group of elite commandos and soldiers, the best of the best, every one honed and forged in the fires of WWII. As I looked at a photo of the entire team, I even recognized some of them as men I had briefly met and worked beside during the war.

14:44 Captain_America: Ever since WWII ended, I have felt lost, without a purpose. Dr. Erskine and General Phillips had given me a purpose when they had chosen me for Project: Rebirth. I hadn't been the strongest, the fittest, or the fastest, far from it, I was the runt of the litter. But they both swore I was more fit for the job than any of the others they had interviewed. I can't speak to that. All I can say is when I saw what the Nazis were up to, I had to fight. I had to. For my friends. For my family. For my country. For people in countries I would never know. I had to fight to protect them. It was a fire in my heart that could not, would not be clenched.

14:49 Captain_America: When I had been injected with the super soldier serum, when I had emerged from the Vita-Ray chamber, with Dr. Erskine at my side, it was only just in time. For even there, in that top secret lab, the Nazis had infected and spread their corruption. Even before I had a chance to adapt to my newfound strength, speed, reflexes, agility, endurance, greater than the most accomplished Olympic athlete the world had or would ever know, I had to fight.

14:52 Captain_America: But even so, it was not enough.. Dr. Erskine had been killed, and with him died the formula that had created me and with him died the hope of creating an army to stop the Nazis. There was only me. I would have to be enough. I was put through an intensive physical and tactical training program,teaching me gymnastics, hand-to-hand combat and military strategy. I threw myself into my training with every fibre of my being. At last, this was my chance to serve, to protect, to stop the evil war machine that threatened to engulf the world in flames.

14:54 Captain_America: The war was long and bitter, and despite my great gifts, many of my friends and fellow soldiers were lost along the way. Every loss hurt, every loss was a bitter pill to swallow, but also... every loss gave me greater purpose to fight even harder so that their sacrifice would NEVER be in vain. I carried with me the spirit of every soldier that had fallen in this terrible war.

14:58 Captain_America: I had been trained in the use of every modern weapon, my marksmanship was superb, I was skilled in demolitions, explosives, the correct use of grenades, but my primary weapon, the one I preferred above all others was the shield that had been gifted to me by the War Department, the unique creation of Dr. Maclain, a round shield styled in red, white, and blue concentric rings, with a white star in the centre, constructed of an exotic alloy, Vibranium and Adamantium combined. I had trained in the use of my shield religiously, and it was dearer to me than my strong right hand, and often more deadly than a sidearm or a rifle.

15:01 Captain_America: My shield was almost totally indestructible by any means our modern science could devise, and I had trained myself to use it as a projectile, bouncing it off surfaces and angling it's launch with my heightened sense of spatial awareness so that it would always return to my hand once it's job had been completed.

15:06 Captain_America: And eventually, me and the elite team of brothers in arms who supported me, tracked down the insidious Red Skull, the mastermind of Germany's evil prowess. He had been delving deep, deep into the occult as well as bizarre scientific advances that threatened to unleash horrors on the world. But finally, he had been defeated, by my own hand and shield, he had been laid low, though the cost was great. A heavy burden that I would always bear, stained by the blood of my friends who sacrificed themselves for truth, justice, and freedom. I was not worthy of their sacrifice, but I would fight on to the very end, to my last drop of life if need be to keep my nation, to keep the world safe.

15:06 Captain_America: But that was the problem.....

15:07 Captain_America: The war ended, and I was lost, without a purpose. We had won, and yet... I could not enjoy the fruits of peace. For, who knew when another threat might arise that would require me, Captain America, and the might of my arm and the strength of my shield.

15:09 Captain_America: I trained hard, every day, pushing myself further, building myself stronger. And ... I heard rumours, rumours of strange unearthly creatures that were rising in the east, of new organizations growing and feeding on the tailskirts of the rise of Russian. The Chara Clan, The Red Fist, and others. I was ready to stand against them, to do my part, to once more bring my shield to bear in the defense of truth, justice, and freedom.

15:12 Captain_America: I gladly accepted the Secretary of War's invitation to meet with the Ironclad representative. I had come to the decision quickly, that morning, while I had been jogging around the National Mall. After I had done about 150 laps, and was only just beginning to break a sweat, since my body is superbly efficient at eliminating the build-up of toxins related to fatigue, I had made my decision. I had been told that I could take as much time as I needed after the end of WWII to rest and recover, but how could I rest? How could I know peace while the world faced the rising threats of strange, new evils?

15:14 Captain_America: I showered, scrubbing my hard, battle-forged super soldier muscle clean, preparing myself for this meeting. I wanted to look my best for this encounter. It was in the Grand Hotel of New York, a richly appointed establishment, filled with finery and luxury. I was never comfortable in such places, but I always did my best to fit in every and any place I was called to serve in.

15:17 Captain_America: I dressed in a simple pair of grey slacks, a simple button-up white shirt, and a pair of dress shoes. In truth, I didn't own much finery, preferring the simple attire that reflected my own working-class background. I had put on even more weight since I had acquired this outfit, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to button up my shirt over the hard, thick layers of muscle that had been added to my powerful arms and granite-hard chest.

15:19 Captain_America: But the biggest problem was trying to get the slacks on over my legs. My quads were the size, strength and thickness of steel-reinforced concrete pillars, and I was sure the seams along my slacks were going to split, but somehow I managed to fit into my clothing, even though the way my muscles threatened to burst out of my clothing was embarrassing. I simply had no time to find more modest attire.

15:24 Captain_America: I caught the train from Washington DC to New York in good time, and stepped off the platform. The Grand Hotel was close to the station, and I had been assured that my contact would know me by sight. I hoped so. Most men only knew me when I was in my iconic battle uniform, marked with the famous red, white, and blue pattern, the white star of freedom proudly shining forth from my chest. But how many people would recognize simple Steve Rogers?

15:25 Captain_America: Perhaps those who had fought closely with me during the war, the first generation super soldiers from Project: Excalibur perhaps, Marcus for example, a few generals, but who else? I suppose I was about to find out.

15:29 Captain_America: I entered the lobby, and hesitantly made my way to the bar to wait for my contact to approach me. I was comfortable on the field of battle, but here, surrounded by richly dressed ladies and gentlemen, I felt like a foreigner. I sat down at the bar, and ordered a vodka on the rocks. It was pointless really, I couldn't get drunk. My metabolism would break down the alcohol before it could affect me. I had tried. The gods know I had tried, after I had lost friends in the war. But it never worked. I had to try and fit in however. I thanked the bartender, noticing how very handsome he was. I blushed slightly. Although I had known that my preference was for men, it was never an area I had the time or leisure to explore. Duty... duty was first and foremost in everything I did. I sat sipping my vodka, and waiting, wondering who would approach me.

15:50 Agent_David_Kingston: I drum my fingers on the table, look at my pocket watch my father gave me, one piece of finery in my life. It is good and very ornate...it is a family heirloom passed down now for 3 generations. I run my fingers over the front shield of the watch. It is funny the front shield of the watch has a star etched on it. It always made me think of Captain America's shield. Just the thought of him....my arms flex in my tight fitting dress shirt and coat. My athletic frame is lean but I am a hard bodied soldier whose power exceeds his size. I have taken down and owned much larger men than myself on the training mats and the battlefield. My body tightens as I see images in my head of the good Captain, running on the field. I only had the honor of serving with him once but it was a memorable mission. I still remember he touched and gripped my shoulder, and "Good job soldier," was all he said when I cleared a path of enemy troopers with my sharp shooter. I so wanted to reach up and grasp his hand.

15:54 Agent_David_Kingston: I remember him walking away and watching his body move. I was mesmerized by his thick manly form. His back was massive and broad, his shoulders defined and wide, his chest a barrel of muscle and those thighs were pillars of steel. Oh fuck, I mutter to myself as my cock rages in my pants. I need to get a grip...I laugh as I tease myself..."I would love for the Captain to get a grip on me." I smirk and again take another drink. I look up and shock fills my face...am I dreaming....am I drunk....there comes walking in Captain America, Steve Rogers. Now not in his gear, which is his best look, but in civilian attire. His body is bursting at the seams....my cock pulls in my pants, my legs fill my trousers, my arm tightens, my neck flares out. "Fuck me," I mutter only so I can hear.

15:56 Agent_David_Kingston: I watch you walk...I study every part of you seeing you move, flex, move in your clothes. I am like a schoolboy again looking at my crush. Then reality hits me....the new recruit...the heavy hitter....holy shit....it's Captain America!

16:07 Agent_David_Kingston: "Fuck, fuck, fuck...." I mutter again in horror that I have to get my boner down before walking up to meet you. I am excited, nervous, flushed and overwhelmed at every angle. You are the heavy hitter we need, you can turn the tide....we can take down The Chara Clan...that excites more than your thick form. I am a man but a soldier first. I breathe in and out, I take a drink. I adjust my cock as much as I can to hide it's hard size. I walk up to and stand behind for a quick second blowing out my excitement. "Captain Rogers....." I firmly but kindly placed my hand on your thick muscular hero shoulder...so much for controlling my boner. But knowing you are total gentlemen you won't look or dwell on it. "I am David Kingston, from Ironcald....I have a table over here for us to talk more privately," I comment as I offer you my hand as your amazingly thick super solider fucking hot body turns to me.

16:07 Agent_David_Kingston: I see your tremendously handsome face that looks the same from the time we served together, and then those eyes....oh fuck take me now, I think.

16:11 Captain_America: I'm sipping my vodka, out of politeness, the desire to fit in, although this is a place I could never truly fit in, lost in my thoughts of missions past, wondering what the future has in store for me, when suddenly a hand reaches out and grasps my shoulder, accompanied by a firm, solid masculine voice addressing me formally as Captain Rogers. His grip is strong, and hard.

16:13 Captain_America: Physical contact is not something I ever get enough of, at least not friendly physical contact. I turn and look up into the face of a stunningly handsome man. Dark haired, neatly trimmed, blue eyes like sapphires, framed by a square, masculine face with hard lines and just the hint of a beard. I swallow, stunned by how good looking he is... and... something else... I have seen him before....

16:14 Captain_America: I could never forget the face of a man as handsome as him. I reach out and take your hand in mine, giving you a firm handshake, but holding back considerably on my full strength. "David Kingston... we've met before, haven't we? You... you were the sharpshooter that cleared a path for me to take out that column of German tanks that was trying to flank us." I smile warmly, broadly as I stand up.

16:16 Captain_America: I follow you to the table, continuing, with real admiration in my voice, "That was some of the finest marksmanship I have ever had the honor to observe. Without your talents that day, we never would have stopped that column of German tanks. Such an honor to meet you again."

16:18 Captain_America: I sit down at the table, but insist first on pulling out a chair, and gesturing at you to sit before I take my own seat. Then, I became conscious as you sat down that I couldn't take my eyes off of your face. You were so handsome. And your body was hard, lean, muscled, a well-cared for machine. I felt an erection begin to tent my trousers, and thanked the gods that I was sitting down.

16:19 Captain_America: "Now, what can I do for you David, and your organization? I received the invitation to meet with you only this morning from the Secretary of Defense, and his message was short. I'm afraid I haven't been well briefed."

16:33 Agent_David_Kingston: We shake hands...your hand is so firm and hard. I know you are barely using any of your super human strength, which makes you even more sexy to me. My eyes spark as you remember me...I can not believe it...well I am not shocked...you are ever the soldier and ever the gentlemen nothing about you surprises me. "Yes sir," I say affirming back to you as we walk to the table. "It was my duty and honor to serve Captain....but truly thank you for your service. You and your freedom fighters won the war....saved millions of lives. And at a great cost too...I genuinely wept for your men who lost their lives. I believe any soldier lost is a true loss...the people who serve are not just numbers on a rooster...they are heroes...my brothers and sisters in arms that deserve so much honor." I grin realizing I have gone off my service ramble. "Forgive me sir, the precious lives of soldiers, is very important to me." I look down and clear my throat.

16:36 Agent_David_Kingston: I am trying to get a grip on this reality where I am talking face to face with Captain America. I blink my eyes and gain my focus. I proceed to open my messenger bag and slowly hand you file by file as I talk, giving the history of Ironclad, our mission and the rising threat of The Chara Clan. I have everything laid out in order as I hand it to you. I did not wish to waste time on semantics as you are a soldier, a super soldier, you will catch on fast. The last report I fear going over, in thinking that you will view me as weak. That is the last thing I want to be seen as in front of any recruit especially you....my hero...my boyhood crush.

16:42 Agent_David_Kingston: Honesty is the best policy so I lay out the facts of the encounter with Sabain and The Chara Clan. I spend my time on the mission not my performance or antics. I am not bragging about my skills....men died....my skills did not matter end of story for me. I state the epic strength of The Chara Clan...the need is great. Greater than my superiors will admit to the intelligence community. "Captain Rogers, I will not mince words, the need is great....your skills, your leadership....your might," I say gulping as I look at your thick flexing arms that are threatening to burst the seams of your shirt. What I would not give to feel those arms around me. 'David focus,' I pep talk myself in my mind. "Captain, sir....Ironclad needs you." I say it as a solid affirmation and plea.

16:46 Captain_America: My eyes, my stance, my being is focused on you, listening as you share how much the loss of our soldiers wounds you. I can see the sincerity of your words in your bearing and stance. I can't help thinking, this man is not only handsome and beautiful, but he has a heart of gold. He is a good man.

16:47 Captain_America: Then, we get down to business, and you share with me file after file describing the Ironclad organization. Then, you describe the rising threat of the Chara Clan. You tell me about Sabian and his followers. Then, finally you share with me the details of the horrific encounter with Sabian.

16:49 Captain_America: I listen in sympathetic pain as you describe the events that lead to the deaths of everyone on your squad but you. I listened in stunned disbelief as you described the giant bear creature that had savaged you. My eyes go to your shoulder, wondering what scar you bear from Sabian's tame horror. My heart goes out to your suffering, although you pass it off as though it were nothing, like the true and brave soldier you are.

16:50 Captain_America: I reflect on my final mission to take down the Red Skull, the documents and artifacts we raided from his stronghold hinted at many evils unleashed on the world, creatures born of the occult and strange devices forged from suspected alien science. It seems that the Chara Clan is here to carry on the evil work that the Red Skull began.

16:51 Captain_America: There was never any doubt of my answer when you told me of Ironclad's need.

16:51 Captain_America: I reached out and impulsively, put my hand on your shoulder, unknowingly it was the very same shoulder that the beast marked for Sabian, and I gave it a firm, yet gentle squeeze. I replied, looking into your eyes. "My strength, my shield, and my life are at the service of Ironclad from this day forward. I will do all in my power to help you and Ironclad defeat the evil being spread by the Chara Clan."

16:57 Agent_David_Kingston: You listen with detailed sensitivity that is infectious and inviting in every way. You reach over and touch my bear marked shoulder. The wound still aches...amazingly...not sure what the fucking bear man did to me but I would love to see the good Captain here pound that bear maw with his shield. I look into you amazing heroic and safe giving eyes as you make you pledge. My faith is renewed and I see hope....hope for freedom...hope for success....hope to bring the Chara Clan down.

17:00 Agent_David_Kingston: I will not waste this moment. I reach up and grasp your hand on my shoulder. "Captain Rogers, it is my honor to serve at your side. You have my gun....my skills....my heart at your side...." I say heart filled with some affection, but I quickly change tone with, "....sir."

17:02 Captain_America: You reach over and grab my hand as it rests on your shoulder. I smile warmly, broadly, and can't help but notice the electricity that tingles up my arm and down my spine as you grab my hand. And your words, full of duty and honor, and yet more than that. The affection is evident from the tone of your voice and the deep shining gleam of your sapphire blue eyes.

17:04 Captain_America: I feel myself almost blushing. I can't... allow myself to feel these things for David. It wouldn't be proper. But my body, my heart has other ideas than my mind. I grin then, breaking the intensity of the moment. "I hope, David, that Ironclad serves better food than what they fed us in the Army!" I stood up with a chuckle, and looked over at you again.

17:05 Captain_America: "I'm ready to go, David. I have already packed my bags, and all of my possessions. I kept them at the train station. I already knew I was going to accept before I met you. But meeting you made the chances rise from 99% to 100%." I grinned again. "Lead on sir, I am ready to meet my new brothers and sisters in arms!"

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