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14:46 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I stand outside the main laboratory doors of The Chara Clan's main research and development compound deep in the cold hard back country of Siberia. Here in the forgotten cruel weathered region it is easy to hide...anything or anyone. My master, Sabian Kizer, knows how to hide his secrets well. The metal doors are closed tightly and the hallway is empty. I am not here standing guard but I am here to listen for the screams inside. There is a man in there...a man I once loved...a man who threw everything that was given to him away, including me. This man is getting all that he deserves and more. There is no pain too great to bring his suffering. I smile as I hear the painful screams call out from the hero's mouth. They are making another extraction of serum.

14:46 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I have the privilege of being able to stimulate the hero, North Fist, into rendering his seed which is part of the serum. What guy would not want the chance to fuck a hunk of man flesh like North Fist. I love mounting his back and plowing in hard as I tell him all the shit he brought me in life. It is the perfect retribution for his so called heroic gestures. My smile grows bigger as the screams increase. I wish I was there to see the pain on his face. My cock stirs in my tight uniform pants. It is so sensual and a major turn on hearing another man's pain.

15:02 Gregor: I stand out behind the compound, letting the cold frigid Siberian wind wrap and attack my larger than life bear - man frame. I am a beast...all who see me fear me...save one...my master, the mighty Sabian Kizer. No man has impressed me with his strength and power like Sabian has. He is pure power. He has my loyalty to what end, time will be the judge. I have no need of weapons or technology as I am the weapon and I am the technology. With my massive strength, I can tear through walls, metal tanks, and shred the bodies of men. I can hear from great distances and with the sight of an eagle I can see any prey. I do not need a communication piece, as I can hear my master calling me. I turn from the cold north wind and return inside. I duck to come in the door. I lumber like a giant down the main metal grey hall of the compound. It is sterile and lifeless...there is not life here only death.

15:02 Gregor: I see my co-henchman, The Blade, a truly gifted man with the sword, crouching at the main laboratory doors. He is feeling his hard manhood as he listens to the painful screams of the tiny hero in there. I grunt deeply and grin at him. "The master calls...we go." I say gruffly as I pass him, headed to greet Sabian on the main outcropping of the compound.

15:07 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I see Gregor coming, he is an impressive specimen for sure, all beast and all fucking power. It is hard not to stare at him when you first lay eyes on him, but I am used to his massive frame and muscle. It is time to meet the master. I give one final rub to my cock and listen for another scream. Once I hear North Fist scream hard behind the doors, I turn and follow Gregor to the front pavilion area and out cropping to receive the order from the master. We have a train of "goods" to move today, and word has it we could have issues with the hero driven organization Ironclad.

15:30 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: I set my well-groomed tatted head back on the chopper seat. I watch with content eyes filled with my lust for power as we come in to land at The Chara Clan's main R&D compound. This is hallowed ground. This prison site was reborn, from where my dead father sent me to find strength. Where I realized 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.

15:30 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: I grin as I look at my hands knowing my father died by their power...as well as many men have since then. I can have it all, and I will take it all. None shall stand in my way. I am THE CHARA. I whisper out the words...."I am the CHARA..." I chant it as the chopper comes to a landing on the main outcropping of the compound. The main doors open and my eyes meet two of the most impressive creatures of power in all of history....The Bear and The Blade. The two come out being led by The Bear...he is a tower of pure beast driven rage...then following close at his right side, The Blade...a man so skilled with the blade even I get chills when he draws first blood.

15:30 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: I slide the chopper door open. My thick frame hits the ground with purpose in my black combat boots. My pillar legs covered in my camo trousers. My tatted cannon barrel sized chest flexing in my open black top coat with the fur collar. I am THE CHARA.

15:30 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: I approach my henchmen. "Report..." I simply say as I intersect between them and walk to the complex doors. The Blade knowingly grabs the door handle letting me in. Gregor right at my back like a good obedient steed.

15:47 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: Gregor and I come out the main doors as the large Russian military grade chopper lands. My heart always stirs when I see the master. He is truly an impressive looking man. His large form is all muscle, power, and might. His tattooed body screams of rage but control at the same time. He has made me part of his elite harem and I pledge my loyalty and my blades at his command....he is a master in ALL ways. We greet him and it is straight to business. "Sir, the train is fully loaded with the Canadian plutonium, the vibranium shipment, the recovered remnants of the Red Skull weapons facility, missile casings and other weaponry. We still have to load the main specimen." I grin as I say the next part, "They are taking another sample from him." I hear Gregor grunt in approval.

15:53 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: I stop in the main hall as I hear The Blade speak....I hear his lust of Marcus Cross' pain. That lust in him is so divine and intoxicating to him. I turn and place my hand on his chin as I tower over him. "You feast on his pain...and I relish in your satisfied revenge." I pull back and then open the main laboratory doors.

15:53 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: The room is filled with technology taken from all over the world. Top of the line and elite tools of DNA replicators, medical units for the manipulation and creation of the super soldier serum. A handful of doctors and scientists, loyal members of my harem, all baring my red blood mark, stand at attention. The prize of this facility is handsomely caged and tied down before me.

15:53 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: North Fist, Marcus Cross, is chained by his wrists and ankles, hunched over in a vibranium barred cage. The unit measures no more than 5 feet by 5 feet. It is just enough to fold and cram in his heroic muscular hard body. I will say his form does stir my manhood. Though I have allowed The Blade to repeatedly fuck him and abuse him. I too have thought of ruining Mr. Cross' exceptional form. I need not say anything but the laboratory hands me a silver steel briefcase with the current samples of the reconstructed super soldier serum in it. I give a nod and I turn to leave. "Gregor...the prize." Is the command I give. The bear obeys grasping the sides of the cage and pushing out the doors following me to the train for loading.

15:53 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: As I reach the door, I turn to The Blade, and I give a nod. Then I watch him to instantly obey as with a devilish grace his blade comes forth from their sheathes and soar into action. The light dances off his shiny luster covered weapons. The laboratory staff barely get out a word of warning or screams before The Blade has mowed them down with several deep blood bare cuts on each other's staff. Some lose their heads...others their chest slice open...the blood flows. I grin as now the facility is cleansed. I turn and walk toward the loading area.

16:11 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: The doors open and my cock swells as I see Marcus, The North Fist....my former lover, bound and folded in the cage. His mouth is gagged, his ass plugged, and his dick in some sort of milking device that keeps his raging dick hard. I see the pain in his eyes and I love it. The next thing I realize is the master has given me the nod....death to the staff. I perform my dance of blood. I leap into the air, my blade unleashed....I land in the middle of them, and one by one quickly they fall. A neck, a head off, a chest, a leg, and so forth....I dig and slice my blades through them. As the blades cut the flesh my body groans in pleasure...it is a sensual act for me, almost orgasmic. The blood splatters the walls and floor....the staff lay lifeless. I step out of the room with my master and Gregor pushing the prize, Marcus.

16:11 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I caught Marcus' eye and poke the heel of my sword into his side hard. His obliques are flexed...he is impressive for sure. "Did you enjoy the show...I am sure you did...did it remind you of us...you want me in your ass don't you fucker." I whisper and taunt him as we go down the hall knowing through his gag he says nothing.

16:44 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: Tall truck sized loading dock doors slide open with large metal clanking. The hard wind of the north greets us...I do not move, flinch or feel it. This is my country, my air and it feeds my power. I breathe it in. I turn to Gregor and motion for him to load the prize into the armored car. The train is fully ready to depart. This load will ensure The Chara Clan's plan to rid the world of its freedom infection. Mankind was meant to be ruled....by a worthy leader....The CHARA is that leader. I look at the prize chained in his cage. "You should feel a great sense of pride in my heroic steed. You are part of a great harem...owned and empowered to do great things...the great things of THE CHARA." I call out as my thick coated arms go out showing the glory of my might. Gregor goes to load the cage, pushing it up into the car and securing it down. I leap up on the proceeding car, as The Blade rigs the last charge, to lay waist to this facility.

16:44 Sabian_Kizer_leader_of_The_Chara_Clan: This hallowed ground will be reborn again. I grin wickedly and give the signal for the train to take off as The Blade hops in the car to steady our prize. "Long live the power of The Chara," I call out into the north cold wind. The train jerks forward.

16:57 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: If there is one drawback about being a super soldier right now, with all our enhanced physical ability, is just how much pain our body has adapted to endure. Over the past few days, or has it been weeks, or months, I've been chained, tortured, fucked, and milked all in the name of science. The science that the CHARA clan claims to believe in. I have stayed defiant throughout, despite finding myself in a rather bleak situation. They have bound me in metals that no super soldier would have a remote chance of breaking. They have tried to break me beyond what my enhanced body can endure. They have tried to fuck me senseless, coming in and ripping me a new ass, coming and going as they wish. Even though my body has started to succumb to the physical abuse, my spirit has not been broken. I have kept faith that I just need that one perfect moment to escape... I have been telling myself that since my capture at the hand of someone who's played an important role in my life...

16:57 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: I keep telling myself that everything will be ok. The good guys will win, and these fucked up guys will never get what they want. There is justice in this world, and justice will be served. It has to. I still firmly believe that someone, anyone will come here and stop the madness any second. Even as my cock and ass have been hurting like hell. My muscles all cramped up, being stuffed in this incredible hard cage. It is bleak but I refuse to let this get to me. That is until, when I hear the screams, smell the blood, and see heads and the insides of these scientists splashing all over the clinical white room that I've been trapped in for the past few days. My heart sinks, and perhaps, this is when I really come into the realization that I am in some deep trouble. The man that I loved, capable of such brutal and inhuman acts. In a flash of a second, murdering 5 men in cold blood. For what? all for the power of the so-called Chara.

16:57 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: I can't help it. There are tears around my eyes. I can't speak. I can't move. But all of a sudden, for the first time in 20 years, I started to feel some emotion rushing over me. A strange sensation. Could this be fear? panic? guilt? I can't help but to feel that I am responsible for these men's demise. And now I am being loaded, and god knows how many more will die because of me. How, just how did this all happen? How did it all get started!?...

Flashback to The origins of Marcus Cross

17:10 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: Up until last week, the Red Fist was everything that I've ever known. I have been with the organization ever since I was a child, and the memories I had with the Red Fist was the only memory that I had... until I realized that it's all a lie.

17:10 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: I have been trained as an assassin by this shadowy group called the Red Fist. They pleaded allegiance to the great Soviet State, yet we were given the privilege to not follow any rules. We operate completely underground, and as a member of the Red Fist, we were sworn to keep the very existence of the organization a secret. It makes sense for the most part, as most of the stuff that is being gone here would be considered unethical by any standards. There were human experiments, in which I, along with a few other members, took part in. Since a young age, I have been the subject of testing one of the muscle enhancement drugs that they have been developing. I am literally their guinea pig, and thankfully, for the most part, it works without much side effects. I am stronger than most, able to achieve what they call peak Olympic level strength by the age of 17. And at 23, after years of gruelling combat training, studying classic wrestling, boxing, eastern martial arts, they have moulded me into.. one of their top assassins. A killing machine. But I am not alone. There are a few of us who underwent similar and different experiments that made us some of the most lethal human beings ever lived. We are trained to be loyal to the Red Fist and the Soviet Union. Our bodies are a gift from the great organization, and we are supposed to sacrifice ourselves if needed, all for the glory for the nation and the Red Fist. I held onto that believe for years. Up until last week, when I discovered our true identities. Not only mine, but all of ours. We were all kidnapped from a young age, experimented on, trained to be lethal, and dispensable. I have since found out that my real name is Marcus, and my parents are from somewhere in Canada. I couldn't stop thinking about it after I saw all our files in the commander's office. He had no idea that I was there. He has no reason to suspect that anyone would be there as we were all trained to be loyal and obey. But the curiosity that is the result of my recent nightmares had me go searching for the truth. They have trained me to be a lethal assassin and a spy, and it's through those skills that I manage to find the truth about myself. And since then, all I know is that I need to get out of here.

17:10 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: Today is my birthday, or what they made me believe to be my birthday. Tomorrow is the new year. It's during our birthday that we get 5 hours of free time outside of the facility. Most of us would go to the nearby town, which basically is composed of entirely Red Fist members posing as regular folks. It is a gated town, surveillance, but I know just the way out, but everything has to be perfect. As long as I can get to that one blind spot under the main bridge of the river, I can dive in and make my way out. This has to be perfect. There's nothing stopping me from doing this... except for one person.... Nicole...

17:10 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: I am going to call him Nicole because I have found out that it's his real name. I have not told him. He is one of the most loyal members of the Fist, and one of the best. We have always had a kinship with one another. We are competitive but we have developed a relationship over the past year or so. He can be rough on the mat whenever we are training, and to be fair, so can I, but he's also the gentlest person I have known. He has made me feel like a person, and perhaps it's no coincidence that right after we have developed this... relationship... I have started to have these dreams... dreams about life outside of this complex... dreams from my past. I thought they weren't real before, but I have found out that they are oh so real.

17:10 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: Nicole is the most loyal man I know. I know he wouldn't come with me. He would try to protect me, and that's something I can't afford. I know for a fact that they will go after you if they know that you're involved in whatever I am about to do. I can risk my own life, but I can't risk yours. I can't... I just can't... But I can't help but to stop by your assigned room, one last time before I am granted my free time to go visit town. I smile, watching you as I lean against the door with my muscular frame, admiring the man that I've built this relationship. You are not only my lover. You're my only friend I've ever known.

14:37 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: As a young boy, the rumors and stories of the Red Fist, excited me and my school mates. It was portrayed as a great honor and something to be achieved. When they came to "take" me from my home...it was a frightening but exciting experience. The Red Fist works outside the confines of the government control or even outside life ethics. They train assassins...and they train them hard. The recruits are broken in every way possible....broken into submission and ultimate obedience.

14:40 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: "Only the strong survive. Only the strong survive in this cold dark world," the combat instructor would say before we grappled in training. Those who lost were taken out and beaten over the loss. Losing is not an option in the ranks of the Red Fist. So that is what I did....I never lost. I studied, observed and worked my ass off to be the best...I only went to the "Shed" as it was nicknamed a few times to inspire me to win all the time and any way I could.

14:40 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: Any opponent man or woman who stepped into the ring, on the mats, or on the training field with me...I will own them and ruin them to please my masters. There are none that best me...save one...Marcus, as I came to find out his real name. Marcus arrived shortly after I did...he is talented, hard bodied...but distracted a lot with his past. He has beat me many times. I see his heart and I am drawn to that.

14:40 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: In secret we have formed a bond...that blossomed into a love affair...forbidden here. Night after night one of us would scour the side of the dorm building to reach the other rooms. The passion we shared was beyond anything I have known in my life. Granted we buried that daily and would beat the living shit out or each other, only to unite that evening and heal our wounds together.

14:40 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I love Marcus Cross...he is my north star....my guiding light...I affectionately call him my north fist. Lately, Marcus has been distracted, in private he speaks of his former life and memories that cloud his mind. I keep cautioning him about this train of thought, if the handlers and trainers find out, Marcus will go into re-education and we lose all we have as lovers as the brainwashing is intense.

14:40 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: Today is Marcus' birthday and he is granted time out in the local village. I long to go with him but that is forbidden...I hear a knock at my door...I expect a trainer or handler, but no it is you. I melt seeing you. Your clothes hug your muscle bound body so perfectly. I pull you in and shut the door, bracing my one chair against the handle...I waste not no time in stripping you and casting you on my single bed in the room. Your naked body is such a prize...for any man. I pull my daily uniform off and I am on you quickly....the instant touch of my body on your thick battle forged smooth cement muscles is exhilarating. I moan in pleasure smiling. "Happy Birthday, Marcus, my north fist." I say leaning to kiss my man deeply.

15:09 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: You seemed unusually hungry tonight, I can actually see it in your eyes. We have these private sessions often, so I can tell when something is different. Without even saying a word, you pull me in and strip me of my sweaty uniform. "Wait, I haven't showered..." your tongue going in as you shove my body down onto your tiny bed. Your hands all over me, running down my sweat soaked, post workout muscles. I start to breathe hard under your touch, as you know the effect you have on me. You are the only person, man or woman, I have even been with. And ever since our first encounter, I have never been able to get you out of my head.

15:09 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: My sweat soaked skin staining your clean bedsheets, and my cock starts to get hard and throb under your incredible abs. HMMMMMMMMMMMM I am lost in the moment, kissing your back hard, running my hands down your back, down your ass. Moaning from the pleasure. And when I hear the footsteps of the "guards'' drawing near. He always comes at this hour, I hold you tight in my arms for a moment, Shhhhhhhhhhh... telling you not to make any noise, holding our breaths, before he walks past us.

15:09 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: I stare up into your eyes, melting you with my smile before we continue to kiss. You are all over me tonight, can't get enough. And knowing what I know, knowing what I am going to do, I want to make every second count. Kissing you passionately, squeezing at your muscled butt cheek, before I pull my head back, pulling away from the kiss for a second. "look, I was in his office again. I found out for a fact that I was taken...they're really not who they say they are. You have to trust me..." I say, kissing you in between my breathes. I have been trying to get you to my side. I want you to be on my side. Even if this may be too late. As tonight is the one perfect opportunity to escape.

16:13 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: In our kissing you talk of what you have learned about yourself....sneaking into the offices...this behaviour will get you beat or worse. I silence you with my kissing. "Shhhhhhh...we only have so much time my sweet north fist...you belong to Red Fist just like our hearts belong together....no I have birthday surprise for you." I say as I grin and pull your thick defined sweat coated arms up above your and strap them to the bed frame like you love. You are such a strong man and with such power, but your trigger is bondage and rape fucks...you crave them like a secret delight. We often cannot do it this way due to the noise but I pulled a favor with the on duty guard to give us just the time we need.

16:13 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I strap you down tight and lick your chin slowly as I turn up the heat....I drag my tongue around your neck...feeling every inch of your flexing ridged muscles. My cock jerks with a hunger that you fulfil for me. My thick crushing thighs on yours. We often are pythons wrapped around each other mating...it is a glorious sight and feeling. I want this feeling not to end with you. I kiss....I lick....I taste your neck, shoulders and upper chest. I am delighted in taking you slowly to the edge, desiring to make this a birthday you will not forget and to anchor to me so that these thoughts of the past evade your mind.

16:13 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: Your body flexes....your body is a weapon....a tool....an instrument....you are perfectly made in my eyes...your chest rounded and full, you nips the perfect quarter sized...your ab rigids scream to be filled with cum and our white loaded....your v cut waistline is rock hard when I squeeze it in my arms. Your pillar quads that ripple with a mighty mass of manly power stir me to the point that I will cum in my pants often...even your well defined calves and feet are every bit as perfect. For the next several minutes I trace every line of your body marking you, feeling you, showing you that you are mine. Your cock jerks and leaks, as I see the crave the pressure and slamming of me inside your canal. I have you ready.

16:13 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I pull up on you, hooking your thick legs over my shoulders as I kiss your inner calf muscles. My begging hard dripping eight inch stick at your inner doorway, I touch you pucker with my head promising you a hard fuck that will blow your sensuality. Your pull on the straps....you are fully aroused and hungry too. "I love you Marcus," I say staring deeply into your eyes, as ram my length in hard, plowing in making you bite your lip....you love the first thrust to be hard.

16:31 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: You are the only person who've ever called me North Fist. As corny as it is to hear you call me that at first, I am starting to get used to it. I am starting to like it. I look up into your eyes, blinking as you steal a kiss from me, sparing yourself from hearing more of just what I found in the office room. I kiss back, moaning, hearing that you have some kind of birthday surprise for me. I smile, looking up, looking smitten. Looking excited when you find some strap and strap my arms to the bed. I toss my head back when I feel the warmth of your tongue against my sweat soaked skin, muscles heaving as I flex. I feel you tasting me, lingering on my flexed up muscles, making me feel it, pushing me to the edge as my muscles flex and relax, flex and relax and you are feeling my every flexes and twitch while you have my arms bound tight to the frame. "But the guar..." you shush me before you tell me how you love me, hooking my huge legs over your shoulders after you've thoroughly explored every mound of my muscular body. Feeling every droplet of sweat. I am so taken by you and your eyes, staring into your face, your pleasure of exploring my body giving me pleasure of my own. My cock is throbbing, bouncing against my own abs...

16:31 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: And there you thrust your cock deep in my ass...one hard thrust that splits my ass in half. I let out a loud moan, UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH feeling the burning sensation of your huge cock in my ass. I try to keep it down but I can't help myself. As my toes spread apart, my ass flexing with your cock deep inside. Biting my lips and grabbing onto the straps tight. My chest raising and falling, breathing heavily as I am under your spell. "Nic..."

17:27 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: "Ahhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuck," I moan softly as the full length of my dick fills, thrust in and out, and turns in your tight hole. You have never been with anyone but me, so your canal is shaped perfectly for me. I pound in deep almost ripping you in half knowing you can take it and love it. Your body folded tight in your hard frame. I drill almost straight down on your ass. Hitting your pleasure nut over and over makes your toes spread wide as the ecstasy builds, your cock dripping down onto your defined flexing abs. Your breath is shallow...sweat pouring from us both.

17:27 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: With deep warrior brute force I rape your body....it is our way....the way of the Red Fist....we break into each other's heart. I hook your head so our eyes lock as we get close to our white creamy emission. I pull back and slam in over and over as your body thickly folds under me. I pant and whimper out as you lover, you alone seeing this side of me. "Fuck I love you Marcus," I pant, as I fold you more, almost putting you in a ball...by dick so deep in you I think I might be tearing your canal open...but you are mouthing you deep pleasure so my sexual attack continues, we kiss and I explode my man seed into you open ass. I silently scream out my euphoric high as I release a mighty load into you welcoming ass. I work you off the edge of your pleasure.

17:45 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: My tight ass never gets used to your huge cock, no matter how many times we've fucked. You plunge your cock deep inside my ass, making me flex. It only gets more intensify when you reach over and grab the back of my head, pulling my head up, forcing us to lock eyes while we fuck. Your cock going deep, and it goes hard. And yes, it fucking hurts to take a huge cock in my ass. I have never, and probably will never get used to this sensation The mixture of pain and pleasure. My ass being split open, feeling like it's on fire yet it all feels so good. UGHHHHHHHHHHH "Nic... I love you..." you see me looking into your eyes, before you fold me more. Cutting our glances for the moment as you plow deeper, and deeper. My face is inches away from my own throbbing cock, and when you release, blowing a huge load into my ass, I soon follow...

17:45 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: Shooting up a huge load that splashes onto my torso and some to my own face, as I am held up folded, body slowly going limp after blowing that load. I am panting and sweating. trying to catch my breath from the minutes of intensity. Breathing heavily, and sweating hard. Lost in the moment, completely forgetting that I am here to... see you one last time...

22:21 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: The moment, the exchange, the ecstasy are just as I hoped. Each of us showing your lust and love in the sizable white ropey loads we released. I pant out taking a few more thrusts as you blow your impressive soldier sized cum shot on your chest and face. I kiss your forehead then unfold you slowly and lovingly. I slide out of your ass, my cock dripping still. I pull my shirt from the ground and I wipe your face then sensually lick the rest of you clean enjoying a feast on your seed.

22:21 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I lay on your chest just running my hands on your upper chest and face. I think I could stay here forever with you. But now you want to take your freedom for the day. "I know you are curious about the past...but that is the past 'north,' we are here now....Red Fist is our life....plus come on we have each other, it does not get much better than this," I say jeering but serious at the same time. We only have a short time before the guards come back. Without saying anything I take a dagger from the belt on the floor next to the bed and quickly carve a star into my thigh...the flesh reddens with blood and then with a quick flick of the blade lean back and give your large quad one too. I lick the blood of your wound then run my fingers on my wound and feed you the blood. "Now we are blood...together Marcus...you and me...I love you." I say as I tear my shirt and run a quick bandage on your thigh and then mine.

22:21 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I pull you off and help you up by tossing you your clothes as I put my pants back on. "Happy Birthday Marcus...enjoy your time out today...I will be here tonight waiting for you." I say as I give you kiss the grope your ass to get you moving to the door before the guard change happens.

01:51 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: I am lost for the moment. Only you... Nic... Nicole... are able to give me this kind of pleasure. I moan, my sweat soaked, pumped up muscles heaving up and down as you wipe my face with your shirt, licking my own cum off my heaving chest and abs. My eyes follow you as you lick down my muscles. Enjoying every second of this as my cock twitches. Muscles finally relax when you lay on top of me. I feel the heat from your body. I am almost tearing up as I know this is the thing I am going to miss. You almost convinced me to stay. To continue living this lie in the Red Fist.

01:51 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: My mind wanders. I look a bit distracted for a moment, but suddenly, you get off me and I see you taking a dagger and carving a star into your thigh. "What... are you doing Nic..." I look in a bit of a shock, and then you do the same in my quad, UGHHHHHHHHHH feeling the blade cutting into my flash, but I didn't resist. Biting my lips as I feel blood starting to gush, but you use your shirt to bandage mine. I look at you and say that we're blood... I am so taken by you, I can't help but to stare back at you to say... "I.. love you too... Nic..." as you finish bandaging our thighs.

01:51 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: You untie me and help me to my feet. I smile, having received a Birthday Present for the first time in my life. My heart sinks when I hear you tell me that you will be waiting for me here tonight. I say nothing as you lean in and give me a kiss. Kissing you back, I hear the steps outside. "I got to hurry..." I pull my lips back and say, knowing that the guard is leaving. It will be a matter of minutes before the other comes. I finish putting my clothes on. With a smile, giving you one last look. Making sure I will remember that face, that body... before I turn, and head out. I am not ready to leave everything behind. But leaving... is something that I have to do. "Sorry Nic..." I whisper as I walk out of the complex, heading out to town, knowing that I have a new life ahead of me.

Current day, A slaughterhouse in Jamestown, New York, upstate

14:43 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: "Sorry Nic........" The last words that Marcus Cross...aka North Fist ever spoke to me before his well-planned out defection from the Red Fist. Marcus was the first recruit ever to defect successfully from the Red Fist. Defectors would be shot on site, hunted down, destroyed and their entire existence erased. That last day...his birthday burns in my mind and heart...that fucker knew he was leaving and I gave my heart, my intimate embrace my blood to him....and he fucking left me. I scream out loud as I draw both my blades and slice into the large slab of beef hanging next to me in the slaughterhouse.

14:43 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: The day Marcus defected was the day my life changed...the day I died inside. My life changed in that I knew Red Fist was the way I wanted to spend the rest of my life serving the cause no matter the cost. I would never again allow another to infiltrate my heart either. My mentors were right love is weakness and in this cold dark world, only the strong survive. I was not going to feel weakness.

14:43 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: It has been four years since I have seen Marcus on that day he left Red Fist and abandoned me. Since then my career at Red Fist excelled to the point of me being one of their top assassins. My love of swords and blades became my top skill set and weapon of choice. No enemy can stand before my blades. My fame in the underground community went out far from the Red Fist. Five months ago a great man by the name of Sabian Kizer came to the Red Fist, he was looking for something special...someone special...he knew before he arrived that he wanted me. Sabian took me....marked me....made me his own...it was the first time my twisted destroyed heart felt whole. In my master Sabian I found a new definition of peace and life. I have served Sabain and The Chara Clan with my blades to the utmost success. Now I am going to give Sabian the ultimate gift....the ultimate weapon...a super soldier for serum harvesting.

14:43 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: Though I only know some of the details of North Fist with this life after leaving me, I do know he has become immensely valuable to my master, plus the ability to enact some deep needed pain and vengeance on Marcus is a dream come true.

14:43 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: Information was leaked into the freedom fighters community that there was a Red Fist informant who had critical information on the identities of several Red Fist recruits....one of those being Marcus Cross. I knew that Marcus was obsessed with his identity and past life and he would not be able to refuse any invite to find our more of his little fucking past. The trap was set to collect Marcus Cross after I had some fun with him. Marcus was given the word to meet the informant at a slaughterhouse in the remote northern part of New York. This location makes it perfect to trap Marcus and then get him out of the country back to The Chara Clan for experimentation on recreating the super soldier serum that all the world is seeking since the creation of the ever popular Captain America.

15:14 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: A lot has happened since I left the Red Fist. I was recruited by the Canadian military, who gave me a new life, and a new purpose in life. They took me in right away, knowing how valuable I must be having practically raised, trained and moulded by THE Soviet shadow organization that they've failed to crack for so many years. I gave the Canadian military everything that I know. I even started participating in many of their Soviet related covert missions. My skills, moulded by years of gruelling training by the Red Fist, regiments that are impossible to replicate in the Canadian military, made me one of their best assets, and soon they sent me to this Super Soldier program, which they named: Project Excalibur, along with 6 other candidates, all in peak human conditions, to become their ultimate weapon.

15:14 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: Project: Excalibur was a success, and all of us acquired something that we never dreamed of being possible. Power and strength beyond a peak human's capability, together with lightning reflexes that made us killing machines. We were the ultimate soldiers, that is until Dr. Abrahan Erskine entered the scene. He's a brilliant scientist who brought something new to the program. A formula that would be THE ultimate super soldier serum. We, all 7 of us, were all there to witness the transformation of Steve Rogers. The incredible Captain America who's strength and reflexes even outshine ours. Our Project Excalibur program was quickly overshadowed by what Captain America is doing. He became the public face of the Program. Some of us are honoured to be working with Steve, myself being one of them. Others showed signs of jealousy, resentment, especially as the formula was destroyed, unable to be replicated and used on us when the scientist was murdered.

15:14 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: Project: In the meantime, I have continued to work with the Soviet related affairs. Donning a "Canadian" themed suit, I have helped Cap and the military out in their Northern Operations, and my background with the Red Fist has proven to be highly valuable. We have been more aggressive on the Red Fist front in recent months, to a point where we may be able to break the organization apart in a foreseeable future. We have taken in a few defects, though none of them were of any significance like I was to the organization. Information started to leak from within the Red Fist organization. Each piece of information reminds me of my cruel past life with them.

15:14 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: Project: Then, someone contacted me. An informant, who spoke with a Russian dialect that can only be associated with the Red Fist. That's when I know that he's not some imposter, but a defector, like me. Somehow, he managed to obtain some critical information on my past, including my real family's identity. I knew I had to take a chance. Not knowing who my real family is has haunted me my whole life. Despite finding brief comfort with Nic during my time with the Red Fist, it's never been a day passing by without me imagining a normal childhood and upbringing.

15:14 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: Project: I very well know that this could be a trap, from Red Fist themselves, but I have to take the chance. I am a Super Soldier and I can handle just about anything if things do in fact get out of hand. So without hesitation, I asked for him to meet up. Jamestown, Upstate New York.

15:14 Marcus_Cross_the_North_Fist: Project: And here I am, donning my Maple leaf costume so he can't mistake me for anyone else. It's also to show the informant that he can trust me, that he can rely on someone, a superhero not unlike the great Captain America, to protect him, that he doesn't have to be scared to tell me anything. And I do want every piece of information from him. I pull over to the address, and the smell is horrible. One downside of being a Super Soldier with heightened senses is that you do smell every foul smell out there. But I am used to it by now, realizing that this is some kind of Slaughter house. Part of me wondered why we are meeting here, but I have bigger things to worry about. My heart starts to beat faster, knowing well that my life may change after this meeting. I may finally know who I am. "Tom Smith?" my voice echoing in this dark slaughter house. Meat hanging everywhere. "It's me. Marcus Cross. You told me to meet you here?" Looking around to see where he may be.

Published: 2021-03-29, viewed 37 times.