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The Adventures of Captain America

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00:00 Captain_America: As I turned to look out the window of the Ironclad chopper
, my gaze fell on the deep green forests which carpeted upstate New York unrolling beneath us beneath the summer sun. I could tell that we had nearly arrived at our destination.. I reached up reflexively, my right hand grasping David’s dog tags, their touch sending a pulse of sorrow and love through my being. It had been seven months since we declared our love for one another. Seven months since the morning after the most amazing night of my life, that fateful morning where I learned that David had suddenly been reassigned to SHIELD to help them counter HYDRA (See THE TRAIN HEIST: LOVE AND WAR - THE ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN AMERICA - 6 https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/51297 ) .

00:00 Captain_America: I carried his letter to me, written a few months ago, in an inside pocket, next to my heart ( See My Dearest Cap...An Epilogue https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/51439 ) , and his dog tags were always around my neck. I missed him fiercely, but he had a job to do, and so did I. Countless innocents depended on our discipline, our duty, our determination to hold back the rising power of organizations like the Chara Clan, HYDRA, and the Red Fist. But while I fought to protect people whom I would never know, I gained the power and strength, the inspiration to do so from the love of the people I did know.

00:00 Captain_America: Someday, David’s assignment with SHIELD would finish, and I could hope and dream that we might be reunited. In the meantime, the love we shared served to inspire me and empower me in my relentless assault on the remnants of the Chara Clan. While David was busy eradicating HYDRA cells, Ironclad was busy destroying the last strongholds of the Chara Clan, one by one, thanks to the intelligence we gleaned after capturing the Chara Clan’s train in Siberia. And today’s mission was one of particular significance. As the loud THUMPS of the chopper blade pounded through the cabin, I turned, and looked beside me at Marcus Cross, now known as the Guardian. Today we would be destroying the very Chara Clan facility where Marcus had originally been captured by the Blade. ( See THE WEAPON: DEAD MEAT - THE ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN AMERICA - 4 https://mars.chatfighters.com/story/51059)

00:00 Captain_America: I missed David fiercely, but I had absolutely nothing but the greatest respect for his replacement, Lt. Commander Sage Daniels. I turned to my other side to look him over, solid, powerfully built, professional, not only a soldier of the highest calibre, but also my friend. He gave me a cocky, confident grin and a thumbs up. I smiled and nodded at him. He was one of those men that made you feel uplifted just by being around him, positive, professional, and an excellent commander. He would lead the strike team to support me and Marcus as we cleared out the warehouse.

00:00 Captain_America: Suddenly, in the distance ahead of us, I catch sight of the warehouse, our target. I stood up, nodding at Marcus beside me. I reviewed the battle plan in my mind, the chopper would swoop low over the warehouse, and Marcus and I would leap off on to the roof, then the chopper would circle around and land 100 yards away and the strike team would move in to secure the rear exits as Marcus and I forced our way down into the warehouse through a skylight to take the Chara Clan by surprise.

00:00 Captain_America: I did a final mental walkthrough, to ensure I was prepared, I am dressed for battle, wearing my iconic uniform, a uniform that inspires and encourages the men who serve with me. It embarasses me that so many people look up to me, but I treat the situation with grace, and do my best to uplift their morale. My broad, powerful chest, my thick, battleship strong biceps, my massive granite quads, columns of awesome power, my abs, harder and stronger than corrugated iron, 250 pounds of pure super soldier muscle, able to outperform the most accomplished olympic athlete that ever the was or will be, my body able to achieve feats of strength, endurance, agility, flexibility and reaction times unheard of by any other man, my training to the highest level, I am the ultimate soldier, Captain America, ready for battle, determined and focused with a will harder than steel to defend the men that serve with me. I carry a sidearm, but I rarely need to use it, relying instead on my vibranium shield, strapped solidly to my back.

00:00 Captain_America: I slid the door of the chopper open, as we began a steep, swooping descent. The pilot was exceptional, and on the lookout for any kind of anti-air defenses, prepared to change course at a moment’s notice if need be. I put my hand on Marcus’s shoulder, and looked my friend, my brother-in-arms, my fellow Canadian super soldier in the eyes, and asked him, “Are you ready for this Marcus?” I knew full well the demons and memories that awaited him here.

00:00 Gregor: I miss the cold of the Motherland. The western frontier is damp, warm and uninviting for a bear. My maw is open to the wind but I am not refreshed, only annoyed. My massive tank sized frame billows with might and pure beastly power. My mind and flesh crave to enact my vengeance on the pure super soldier, but my Master forbids. His words sing in my mind, “Soon my dear Gregor, your mighty fangs will feast on his precious flesh,” he says, promising a feast on Captain America.

00:00 Gregor: My ear twitches as I hear the deep low hum of helicopters approaching. Again the Master was right as he always is, our enemy would take the bait to come here. Our trap has been set, I turn to the pilots at my side. “Make ready we leave now,” I growl at the puny males who serve my master with their frail frames. I snort as I see my Blade come towards me, out from the shadows of the building.

00:00 Gregor: Ah now that is a human of pure beauty…power...and delight for this bear. My enlarged member swells as I see Nicole walk towards me. His frame has increased in girth and mass. The modified serum has been working. He must take regular doses of the serum, else the effect wears off and his mind is lost to the turmoil of pain. The Blade’s appetite is deep like mine. I purr at him as he comes my way in a black uniform of a tight fitting shirt that hugs his battle forged hard chest muscles in a perfect fashion. His pants stretch to the utmost as this tree trunk quads swell with might as he walks. “You must only tag him,” I say as I grasp his hardened flexed bicep, “Do not harm him, the Master commanded.” I take in his scent. “You are due for another injection...my love.”

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I lean against the building, my mind lost in deep memories from the past. On this very site, in these vary walls my sweet revenge was gloriously accomplished against that fucking traitor Marcus Cross....my North Fist, who now I am told had renamed himself, The Guardian. Well, all too soon the precious “Guardian,” will feel my blades and he will beg me for the end...but all he will get is the deep centered feeling of my man spear slamming into his man pussy, as I claim him as my own again. My cock swells hard at this notion. My rage and violent tendencies have erupted with regular injections of the modified super serum. My mind and body crave it...more than life itself.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: Gregor moves...they are coming. I come to him...the bear, my right hand, and my lover. He reminds me of the Master’s wishes. I nod in recognized obedience. I lean up and rub the bear's maw then kiss him. “Go my beast...it will be done as the Master commands.” Gregor leaps to the chopper that soars away before the Ironclad transports appear over the horizon. I signal the men to ready themselves, as I duck inside to hide for my part in this ruse.

00:00 The_Guardian: It took me a while to fully recover, both physically and mentally. Not only from the trauma of being captured, abused, used by the Chara Clan, but also from the encounters with Blade, and knowing that they are now in possession of the super serum they have extracted from me, in the most humiliating way. I still have nightmares about it, but I know that I have to confront my demons, one way or another. So when I was asked, by none other than Steve Rogers, or you may know him as Captain America, that if I am ready, I said yes, nodded, without a moment of hesitation.

00:00 The_Guardian: I am a warrior, first and foremost. I have fought in countless battles. I have fought for both the good and for evil. My experience precedes any self doubt I may have, and I am ready to fight alongside my American comrade. Besides, I have to clean up the mess. I can’t let my super soldier serum be a part of their rise. I have to stop him. And to be able to fight alongside Cap, just like the good old days, is just icing on the cake.

00:00 The_Guardian: Not to say that I didn’t feel my stomach sink at the sight of this warehouse. The very same warehouse that I was captured in, before I was held captive for a long couple of months. The very same warehouse that I found myself face to face with Nicole, or “the Blade,” as he liked to refer himself to. Or the same place that I first encountered that bear of a beast that is Gregor. In some ways, I look to put that behind me. And in order to do that, I have to be a part of this mission. I have even convinced my superior to change my name, to take the mantle of “the Guardian.” Something that is more generic, but true to my beliefs of what a superhero should be. The program director gave it a green light. It just so happens that my series of “Super Soldiers” are about to get rebranded and introduced to the public in a few months time, and a rebranding of the “North Fist” was being considered anyway.

00:00 The_Guardian: Enough about my story. We have a mission to do. My thoughts were cut short when Steve asked if I was ready. I turn my head and look at him and nod, with a smile across my face. “Born Ready!”

00:00 Captain_America: I keep my hand on Marcus’s shoulder, staring into his eyes, noting how incredibly handsome he is yet again. He’s a brave man, and I’m honored to fight beside him. He replies as I knew he would. There is no quit in Marcus. I grin at him, then, turn, wait for the trough of the dive, and leap down as though I’m diving into a pool, trusting Marcus to be right beside me. The air whistles past me as my body streams down towards the warehouse, a drop of about 50 feet or so. With perfect athletic precision and peak reflexes, I adjust my angle and tuck my shoulder, landing on the roof in a high-speed shoulder roll, springing up off the tail end of the roll, my hand whipping my shield off my back in mid-roll, landing in a three point stance, adjusting the tension on my powerful, titan-strong heavily muscled quads to act like shock absorbers, to block as much sound as possible. The roof is of a solid concrete construction. I look over at the nearby skylight, our entry point. I smoothly glide over to the edge of the skylight. I know we will be expected, but I’m hoping they wouldn’t have time to react to our chosen vector of attack. I’m hoping they were expecting a frontal assault, rather than a multi-pronged assault as we have planned.

00:00 Captain_America: I take a brief moment to scan the interior of the warehouse. I frown. I peer down into the central meat-packing hall, but I don’t immediately spy any resistance. I’m not sure what to make of it. Considering how important this facility was to the Chara Clan, I was expecting heavy resistance. Then, suddenly, I spied movement and shouting, as a squad of men poured into the central meat-packing hall from a side room. There were six, and judging by their uniforms, they were of the lowest rank. This was puzzling, but there was no time to consider this oddity now. We needed to act. I looked over at Guardian, and nodded, then pried my hands underneath the frame of the skylight. I gathered my strength, turning my battle-forged muscle to the consistency of steel, then with a surge of strength, I heaved and ripped the frame of the skylight free, sending it hurtling across the roof, leaping down into the midst of the meat-packing hall, my shield held ready.

00:00 The_Guardian: I leapt out of the helicopter alongside the good Cap. Even though I am an earlier model, a prototype, if you may, I share many of the same abilities as Steve. Breaking the fall as I landed on the roof, I followed Cap closely as I rolled towards the skylight. Nodding back to Cap as he nodded at me, I watched carefully as he ripped the skylight from the frame and tossed the heavy metal across the roof. Nearly in sync with Cap, I landed on my feet, my back against the American superhero, ready to take these guys out.

00:00 The_Guardian: They were startled by the sound of the skylight bouncing against that metal roof, but we made sure to take care of them before they could do anything. It all happened really quickly. These guys were the lowest ranked Chara guards. Three of them came after me, and the rest after Cap. They were no match for our speed and reflexes, and I managed to take care of the three of them, kicking one right across his face, knocking him out. Then I rolled over, grabbing the other’s gun, and his arm, tossing him towards the third guard, knocking the both of them out. All within the span of 3 seconds.

00:00 The_Guardian: Sensing that my job was done, I turn over and watch as Cap finishes the other three off.

00:00 Captain_America: We land back to back in near perfect sync in the middle of the meat-packing hall and three of the guards rush me. They are starting to draw their sidearms, but my mind quickly analyzes the surroundings, and I launch my shield in a split second, as I reach out with my right hand to pull a large side of beef in front of me. Some bullets thud into the heavy side of beef, then there are three screams of pain accompanied by three THUNKS, the sound of vibranium impacting bone. I release my hold on the side of beef just in time to catch my shield on it’s return journey. All three guards are knocked out cold.

00:00 Captain_America: I exchange a quick glance with Marcus, but I can see he’s dispatched the other three guards with his usual efficiency. I nod, and scan the meat-packing hall, straining my enhanced hearing for any signs of noise. The only sound I can hear is the distant WHUMP WHUMP of the Ironclad choppers as they prepared to land and disgorge the rest of the troops. Something very strange is going on here… We need to find out what is up, and quickly. I weigh the risk in my mind, between the two of us staying together for safety, or splitting up for speed. If this was a trap… then the Ironclad commandos and Sage were in potential danger. Their safety came first. I opted for speed. I whispered in Marcus’s ear, “You search the rooms on the left side, I’ll search the rooms on the right. I don’t like this… something is off. Let’s make sure we aren’t sending the Ironclad men into a trap.”

00:00 The_Guardian: Cap and I exchanged a glance, and I can see that he’s worried about something. But whatever it is, we are here to take care of. We are here to put an end to this Chara Clan once and for all, and when Cap tells you to search the rooms on the left side, I search the rooms on the left side.

00:00 The_Guardian: “Roger that Cap,” I said to Steve. “No pun intended.” I let out a chuckle before I headed towards the left side of this meat packing warehouse.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I hear the Ironclad choppers approach. The modified serum has enhanced all my senses, and I can hear two heavy footed troopers drop on the cement roof. The average sized soldier would not have that of a heavily controlled impact on the roof. I grin...the good Captain is here...and more importantly for me...my Marcus. The first wave of Chara troops enters the main hall. I stand back in the darkness, in the eagle’s nest per say, being able to look at the whole action from a far. My cock stirs as I see Marcus, my North Fist, now called The Guardian, leap in and land perfectly on the floor. The Captain also lands with precision and skill. My attention is on Marcus, I grip the railings as I crave to leap down there and cut into sweet super soldier bulging muscular flesh. But my master forbade it.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: Quickly both Captain America and The Guardian dispose of the first group of Chara troops, this was expected, I watched the two separate, perfect. I touch the communication piece in my ear giving a signal to the troops waiting in the wings of the warehouse. As the Captain enters the rooms on the right ten Chara troops armed with side arms, battle blades, and a couple with chains ambush him and begin their assault, under their battle cry, “For the honor of Chara.” The rooms to the left are filled with eight troopers waiting for The Guardian. As Marcus enters the room Chara troopers with cubs, side arms and chain attack screaming out, “For the glory of Chara.” I reach for my communication earpiece, “it has begun.” I say quietly. I stand holding firmly to railing, steadying myself from the growing deep desire to launch into the battle.

00:00 Captain_America: We split up, and I navigate the hanging sides of beef, all of it just a front for their warehouse. I suspect their true supplies will be found in the side rooms or the basements. But most important, we had to be sure the Ironclad men were not running into a trap. Every sense straining, I’m on heightened guard, the quiet is unnatural and suspicious. I’m expecting trouble at any moment, and I’m not disappointed when I ease open the door to the first room on the right only to be instantly confronted with a host of Chara troops, ten of them, crying out their Chara Clan battle cry with fanatical devotion. My eyes scan and analyze the threats, spying more than a few sidearms pointed my way. With rapid shifts of my shield, I catch the incoming bullets expertly. A chain whips out towards me, and I thrust out my right arm, shifting position, flowing like liquid grace, my heavy, powerful super soldier muscle exploding with a speed and agility no man can match. I let the end of the chain whip around my bulging, hard-muscled right arm, then suddenly heave backwards, violently pulling the man with the chain off his feet to bash into a pillar, while rolling backwards out of the way of two oncoming blade wielders with such speed and dexterity they slice each other, screaming, with blood spurting out of their wounds. I block a few more bullets, then, suddenly squat low, leaping up to a steel rafter, ripping the chain out of the grip of the knocked out Chara Clan soldier.

00:00 Captain_America: Midair, with an expert flick of my arm, I wrap the chain around the rafter, my speed and unpredictable motion baffling the milling troopers. 3 of them are out of the fight, but the other seven are still a danger. Like Tarzan, I swing from the chain, and at the end of my arc, with a twisting motion of my right arm, I unwind the chain from my hard-muscled forearm, and drop with stunning force, driving my boots in a flying dropkick into one of the gun wielders, bashing him back with savage force against a second gun wielder, smashing them both into the wall, where they drop stunned. I catch the glint of two blades slashing towards me out of the corner of my eye, and twist with a blur of speed, my battle-forged body responding instantly, ducking low, sweeping out my leg to knock the feet out from under the two blade wielders. And as quickly as that, there were only three left. One chain wielder, one blade wielder and one gun wielder. I call out in a strong, powerful voice as I approach them, “Put down your weapons and surrender now, and I swear you will not be harmed.”

00:00 The_Guardian: I carefully made my way towards the left wing of the warehouse, that would lead to the slaughterhouse wing of the complex. Getting further and further away from Cap and the other men, but I know that Cap is more than capable of taking care of himself. The same can be said of the other Iron Clad men, who have been nothing but impressive as I have had the opportunity to train with them for the past few months.

00:00 The_Guardian: Sudden, I heard the shout. The familiar battle cry of the Chara clan. I turned around and saw one of Chara’s men rushing towards me with a huge club. I lift my right arm, blocking it, before I ram my left fist towards his face, knocking him out instantaneously. I hear someone else approaching from the left side, with more footsteps from the right. There were at least 6 or 7 of them, and before I could get a good look at my enemies, a metal chain shot out from between two slabs of meat before it wrapped around my right arm. I stay put, watching the rest of them emerging from all sides.

00:00 The_Guardian: As expected, there were 7 of them. “That’s the best you can do?” I scanned their faces, their weapons, then suddenly, I yank on my right arm, pulling the man with the chain towards me, before I leapt up and kick him right in his skull, kicking him towards one of the other goons who began to rush at me as soon as he saw his comrade was in trouble. Sensing that two others were fastly approaching, I ducked down and grabbed one by the arm, executing a perfect judo toss that had him crashing hard into the man next to him.

00:00 The_Guardian: And just like that, 4 down, and 3 to go. I am sweating a bit, but with adrenaline pumping through my body, I turned and went to take down the remaining three Chara goons.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: From my vantage point I can see both battles raging on. I am indeed impressed by both super soldiers. The Captain is indeed a rare specimen. His advanced physical power and agility is matched by none that I know, save maybe the bear. His resourcefulness in battle techniques and his cunning hand to hand combat skills show off his heroic larger than life steel cabled muscles. I smirk watching and wondering how any one man could satisfy the dear Captain in his bodily perfection. Captain America IS the perfect weapon, and it is no wonder why my master desires him greatly. But today is not the day to take him. I hear the Captain call out in a commanding voice for the Chara troops to stand down, after whipping around the room hanging off the metal support rafters on a chain. “Damn impressive,” I mutter under my breath.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: Marcus is making his foes pay dearly with pain. I grin from ear to ear, as my cock swells seeing his ripped superhero body flex, bulge and crater in his uniform. I richly and painfully desire to be there in that room...to see his face, those eyes that suck me in...his scent that shakes my inner being with erotic bliss...then to touch him...ah fuck it is like touching the divine. Marcus is my drug...his scream delights my dark heart, his canal is my own personal cum dumping chamber. I grasp my cock which radiates in heat, throbbing like a penned up dragon craving to release its cum filled fire. Marcus tears through the men, tossing them rag dolls all over the room. The Guardian is indeed an impressive sight.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I shake my head, to remove the mental fog from the visual stimulation of Marcus. It is time to focus...now for the surprise. I reach down into my black cargo pants pocket and pull out a remote detonator. I toggle the safety cover freeing my finger to have access to the charge button. I smile and lean forward knowing neither super soldier has any idea of the horror that will come now. For they will see the glorious horrors of Chara. I press the button and release it. Without warning in both rooms, on the left and right, all of the Chara Troopers...all of them dead or alive...explode...human bombs. Blood, body parts, and organs blast out as the human grenades explode with a deep force that rocks the building itself. Both super soldiers are impacted by shockwave after shockwave from the explosions that send each of them smashing through their nearest wall.

00:00 Captain_America: Suddenly, as I cautiously approach the three standing men, my heavy battle-trained muscle rippling with power, there is a series of savage, vile explosions. The men…. Explode… Showering the small room of human entrails, blood and gore. There are four men scattered on the floor around me, in close proximity, and the simultaneous explosions smash my powerful body backwards with savage force, driving me into the wall. I feel stunned, deafened by the proximity of the explosions, a ringing in my ears, and dull aching pain in my back. I blink my eyes, blood and gore covering my face. I recover from my shock, to realize I’m laid out on my back in the next room over a large hole in the wall, my battle uniform is torn and ripped in places, cuts and contusions covering my hard-muscled super-soldier body. I feel my gorge rise, sickened by the disgusting, vile carnage. All those men… used as nothing more than weapons. The feeling of sickness is quickly washed away by a white-hot rage, a fury that threatens to consume me, the vile evil of the Chara Clan, their sick horror is too much to bear. I stand, shield out, my battle uniform ripped and torn, covered in blood, almost all of it theirs, but some of it mine. I swear, the Chara Clan will pay not only for the lives of the innocents they have taken, but for their cruel, sadistic conditioning that duped their own men into becoming human bombs. They would be stopped. Then, as my hearing gradually returned, and I mastered the aches and pains in my body, I thought of the Ironclad troops… and… Marcus!!!!! OH FUCK!!! I grab my radio from my tactical belt, it is toughened, well able to survive the shock, and call out to Lt. Commander Sage, “DON’T LET OUR MEN NEAR THE CHARA TROOPS.. THEY ARE RIGGED WITH EXPLOSIVES! STAY BACK.. ENGAGE AT RANGE ONLY.”

00:00 The_Guardian: I was able to finish off the last 3, when all of a sudden, without warning, he exploded right in front of my eyes. The horror of it all, overwhelming my sense of pain when I get blasted across the room. The impact nearly knocked me out as my back landed hard on the concrete wall, cratering it behind me, before I collapsed with rubbles falling onto my back. I moan, muscles reeling from the pain, but couldn’t quite summon the strength to push myself back up. My uniform tattered, blood and cuts all over. I look up in horror to see that all these men have exploded. The scene reminded me of the horror of the wars that I had the misfortune to take part in. These sick bastards, as I feel sick to my stomach. These cruel, sick bastards. UGHHHHHHHHHH…

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: The site is purely glorious as the fleshly fireworks explode in each of the detonated Chara troops. Both the Captain and Marcus are thrown back crashing through their respective closet walls. The blood, the power, the horror - it is all so good, and it feeds my inner dark beast. The echoes of the explosions resound off the walls of the warehouse. The Chara Clan is not a force to be taken lightly or reckoned with. Those who stand to defy the might of the Chara and his clan will feel his wrath, and we have just started to pour out the wrath of the master. “All hail the mighty Chara,” I say in a low tone as I survey the horrific awe inspiring site below me.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: Harnessed on my back is a high powered dart gun with a 6 inch silencing muzzle screwed to the front of the weapon. I whip the weapon around and pull it quickly against my shoulder to brace for the kick back. I close one eye and look through the scope and line up the crosshairs right up at the base of the Captain’s thick meaty muscled neck. POOF, the dart soars out of the muzzle and propels through the air into the Captain’s neck flesh. Upon contact the heavy sleeping toxin takes effect...a herd of buffalo would come down with this dosage size. Granted your super soldier powerful body and advanced metabolism will burn through it fast, giving me maybe 10 mins tops of your knocked out. I see the Captain fall to the ground.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: Then I turn with the weapon, aim at my dear sweet sexy fucking Marcus...POOF another dart fires out and plants itself in the side of Marcus’s neck. His reaction mirrors the good Captain as his big heroic body falls to the floor. I let the gun hang to my side and touch the communication piece in my ear, “Doctor they are prepped you have less than 10 mins….MOVE.” I bark out. The end hall doors open and a swarm of moving “lab coats” comes out and the medical teams surround both the Captain and The Guardian. Fluid samples of various kinds are taken from each of the soldiers...one of the doctors pulls a plunger out and slams it into the Captains neck, these events repeat with the team working over on The Guardian as well. I click my ear piece, “Gregor, are you getting two strong signals from the tracking devices?” I say plainly. I received the confirmation I needed...our job is done here.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: The medical teams clean and I hear the Chara chopper landing. I leap from the lofty perch I have been observing from. I can see Marcus’ massive muscled super soldier frame…my member stirs and thickens...I want him...but my will to obey my master is stronger than my man lust for my Marcus. My sexual wanting is interrupted as one the medical team comes to deliver a silver briefcase with the super soldier samples in them. “You and your medical team need to evacuate.” I command. I turn away and jog briskly out to the chopper, my modified muscle bulge and flex as I move, I feel powerful, I feel indestructible.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: Gregor reaches out with his rippling sable fur covered muscled arm and pulls me up, and into him. He buries my body into his mountainous pecs. His warmth covers me as he wraps his broad man crushing arms around me. He gives me a big sloppy bear kiss with his wet tongue, as we both moan in pleasure. His ample sized bear cock grinds into my throbbing man dick. We both turn in our embrace as we hear the Ironclad transport coming. “Fly us out of here now, you fools,” I snap at the pilots, who then guns the chopper’s engines and we propel forward, disappearing over the treeline.

00:00 Captain_America: Lt. Sage responds, “AYE AYE CAP” Good, now to see if Marcus is okay. I start to turn, blood and gore still dripping off my battle-damaged uniform, realizing that I’m back on the main meat-packing floor. I feel a sudden surge of deep suspicion urging extra caution, when suddenly I feel a sting, like an insect bite on the back of my neck. What the..? A wave of sudden weakness sweeps through my body, my brain starting to feel fuzzy… Fear grips my heart.. Not for me, but for Marcus… and… for David. I fall forward onto my knees as my arms drop limply to my sides. I summon every ounce of strength I have to try and stay conscious. Too much is at risk, too many innocent lives depend on me. I can’t… can’t… then suddenly, I fall forward, slamming face first to the floor of the meat-packing room. My shield makes a heavy, metallic clang, still strapped to my arm, as I fall, my battle-forged, heroic muscle laid out, vulnerable and senseless, unconscious on the floor, covered in the gore and blood of the exploded Chara Clan troops.

00:00 Captain_America: I wake up an indeterminate amount of time later, to Lt. Sage’s voice yelling at me over the com, “CAP! CAP! RESPOND!” Suddenly, I spring back into full awareness, kipping up to my feet with instant reflexes, my body assessing the situation, my senses straining for any sight or sound or smell of danger. I take up my radio, and respond, “I’m here Sage. They knocked me out with something, but I’m okay. There is no sign of any resistance.” Sage responds, “No Cap, they all high-tailed it out of here in a chopper just a minute ago. We stayed back as ordered, they clearly had this all planned. Their chopper touched down and lifted off so goddamned fast we never had a chance to catch them. What the fuck are they up to?” I replied, “Unknown. Secure the perimeter, I need to find Marcus.” I felt a deep fear that this was all some ploy to recapture Marcus, some twisted plot of revenge from the sick bastard Sabian. I began to stride over towards the other side of the facility, barely noticing a stinging sensation on the back of my neck, no doubt the wound from the dart they used on me.

00:00 The_Guardian: Filled with rage, seeing how these guys were treated by their own men, by the Chara Clan. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I wanted to get to whoever did this, not that I don’t already have enough reasons to go after this Chara Clan. But suddenly, as I was getting up, I felt a sharp stinging pain on the back of my neck. My hand reached up to cover it immediately, but almost right away, my muscles felt numb. Seeing double and my knees became weak. My body collapsed back onto the cold floor of the slaughter house, and everything went black.

00:00 The_Guardian: I had no idea how long I was out for, and I began to come around. Feeling lightheaded, feeling like I’ve been drugged. And that’s what happened, when I was sure that they used a tranquilizer to get me down. I slowly got up, shaking my head off the cobweb, but for some reason, I was ok. What the heck just happened? Why did they knock me out? Why didn’t they kill me, or take me? What happened?

00:00 The_Guardian: That’s what I heard Cap’s footsteps. Getting up, “Cap, you ok?” I say, feeling weak still but I manage to get to my own two feet, finding my balance once more. “What.. happened?”

00:00 Captain_America: Grunting, the sickening smell of the dead men’s entrails coating my torn battle-ravaged uniform filling my nostrils, I suddenly heard Marcus’s voice call out. “Marcus! There you are.” I look him over, and realize that he was given the same vile treatment as I was, his own uniform covered in gore. “Those… evil bastards used their own men as living bombs. Then, I think they drugged me. I fell unconscious for a short time. And now, they are gone. I just spoke with Sage, he confirmed that a Chara Clan chopper just sped off with the remaining personnel. It doesn’t make sense… Why didn’t they kill us? Why just drug us? Unless… they did try to kill us, but their poison didn’t affect our metabolism in the way they anticipated? This … isn’t right. I have a very bad feeling about this. I think we need to order a thorough search of this entire facility.” Marcus seems okay to me, I nod at him, then pull out my radio again, “Lt. Sage, it seems safe enough in here for the moment. Select a detachment to secure the facility until we can get a bigger team out here to take this place apart from top to bottom. Something very fishy about this whole business. In the meantime, Marcus and I … need to clean up quickly, then we’ll be ready to head back to the Ironclad base. If you make the preparations, I’d be grateful.”

00:00 Lt._Commander_Sage_Daniels: We circle the base with the two Ironclad transports: heavy duel bladed cargo and personnel choppers. These babies can haul ass, and take a pounding just good old Captain America. We call these choppers the “shields,” as they defend, protect and save us all a heap of trouble. My gut is anxiously stirring as something is not right with this mission. We have barely had any, I mean no, Chara Clan resistance. I know the Captain and The Guardian can take care of themselves, no doubt. But I have an oath to keep.

00:00 Lt._Commander_Sage_Daniels: Agent David Kingston, before leaving on his transfer to SHIELD, pulled me aside making me swear an oath that I would keep the Captain’s back protected till David returned. At the time I had no clue of their relationship interest. I assumed David was being his honorable self looking out for a fellow soldier, which is David’s normal caring habit, but this was a deeper oath to protect someone dear to him. So for the last seven months I have made sure I have the Captain’s back. Being this far out from the “action zone” has me on edge.

00:00 Lt._Commander_Sage_Daniels: I feel that pinch of relief when the radio comes to life again. I had not heard a peep from the Captain since he warned of the fucking horrors of the Chara troopers being rigged as human bombs. These sick bastards. That radio call came in over ten minutes again...silence during an operation can be deadly. The radio bellows to life and I hear the Captain. He gives his orders. “Yes sir, Shield 1 will bring the detachment in for a quick. Evac in 4 mins, Captain.” I say giving sharp hand signals to the pilots and comms officer. The chopper’s engine roars with power as we drop to deck level and soar in for a secure sweep and evac.

00:00 Captain_America: I listen to Sage’s sharp, efficient reply. I turn back to Marcus, “Evac in 4 minutes my friend. That should be enough time for us to clean off the gore. I noticed a hosepipe on the wall in the meat-packing floor. I think we’d be doing our men a favor if we cleaned off first!”

00:00 The_Guardian: Cap and I were in sync. His leadership quality is astonishing, and I have always felt honoured to be in his company, fighting alongside him. No matter the outcome. Even though this mission went off the rails somewhat, I was sure that we would be able to salvage it, and take care of the Chara Clan once and for all. I listened closely to Cap’s comm with the good Commander, and I nodded at Cap, stripping the blood and sweat stained suit, or what’s left of it. It would take some resources to make a replacement, but this wasn’t the first time, and certainly won’t be the last time that they will have to do it. I grabbed the large industrial hose and start to clean my body off. Water splashing against my thick muscular frame. Feeling strangely relieved that, both Cap and I managed to survive what happened today.

00:00 Lt._Commander_Sage_Daniels: The choppers barrel up the valley towards the extraction point at the warehouse. There is still no sign of any resistance. This is damn peculiar. I feel a tinge of relief as the convoy flies up towards the base and I see the Captain and Guardian standing out on the landing pad. As the choppers circle once then come in to land, I eye Captain looking for damage or wounds. The Captain never says if he takes a hit, and I would never embarrass him publicly unless he was in some visible danger. The Guardian looks ok too. I am so thankful to have Marcus Cross with us. He has been such a tremendous asset to the Ironclad team, he does his country a service. The only thing I see “wrong” with the Captain and The Guardian is that they are soaking wet. The heavy ramp doors drop down in the rear of the chopper. I give hand signals for the security detachment to move out and sweep the area. I come around the side of the chopper to face the Captain. “Take a leisurely swim, did we sir?” I tease out some. “Security sweep underway. Aerial shows no sign of Chara Clan presence or activity. I don’t like this one damn bit. Something doesn't smell right, Captain. Shield 2 is ready for evac sir.” saying I switch to my officer mode.

00:00 Captain_America: I finish hosing off Marcus, washing all that stinking gore down the large industrial drain with the hose, and then likewise get hosed off myself. Just in time, we trot back out to the field behind the warehouse, dripping wet, a bit beaten up but ready to get out of here. We trot out to the landing pad, and wait as Shield 1 glides in with the precision and efficiency I’ve come to appreciate from the highly trained Ironclad pilots. The chopper lands, and I stride to the ramp, with Marcus right beside me. I grin as Sage greets me. He always knows exactly what to say to take the edge of a serious situation. I nod at him as he gives me a status update, reaching out to put my hand on his shoulder, giving him a friendly squeeze. “Believe me Lt., if we hadn’t we’d have both had to ride home outside, or risk a mutiny.” Then I turn serious, “And you are damn right Lt., this is all wrong. The Chara Clan is up to something, and we need to find out what.”

00:00 Lt._Commander_Sage_Daniels: I nod to the Captain as we share an uneasy feeling about how everything went down today. I will be pleased to report that the personnel and equipment worked to military perfection I love. I pull my radio out as I gesture for the Captain and The Guardian to board Shield 2. “Shield 1 finish the security sweep and be airborne in 10 minutes, no heroics.” I command out. These Ironclad soldiers are the best of the best...to good for their own good sometimes. The sooner we are away from this unsettling place the better. I board Shield 2 and we lift off the ground as the chopper blades whirl with a heavy might. The chopper rockets up in the air and I pull two water canteens from the side compartment and toss one to the Captain and the other to The Guardian.

00:00 Lt._Commander_Sage_Daniels: I move forward in the chopper to lean on the comms officer for the relay notice and status update back to base. I also work on keeping tabs on Shield 1 and the security team, none of this feels right...I fear this is not over. But I get a surge of confidence when I look back and Captain America and The Guardian on board, and know they are on my team.

00:00 The_Guardian: Finally finished cleaning the place with Cap. Cap was absolutely right. Something was off, and we will get to the bottom of it, I thought to myself. As I sat beside Cap, I looked out from the door, staring at this upstate slaughterhouse that continued to haunt me. Things just were not adding up, something felt really off. My thoughts were broken when Commander Daniels tossed me the water canteen. I went at it, rehydrating myself from the intense fight that took place back at the warehouse. Suddenly feeling a sharp pain on the back of my neck, wincing, but I fought through the pain. Nodding at the Commander when he asked me if I felt alright. “Thanks,” I said. “I will be alright.”

00:00 Captain_America: I gratefully took a huge drink of water from the canteen. That was thirsty work, all right. I look over at Marcus as he winces in pain. I reached up and felt the back of my neck in sympathy. Then, I realized something… a wound like that should already be starting to heal. That was another point of suspicion, I’d have the medics check it out when I got back to Ironclad base as a matter of priority. Then, I heard the comm chatter up front in the cockpit. I decided to lean back and have a quick nap. I reached up to grab David’s dog tags, always around my neck, thinking of him, missing him sharply in that moment, wishing I could hold him, wondering what he was doing.

00:00 Lt._Commander_Sage_Daniels: The comms officer and I finished the relay to headquarters and received the all clear to head home, to the frigid tundra of Alaska. The Shield choppers will make easy work of that flight, but it is still a 12 hour flight. The troops and the super soldiers are settling back as comfortable as they can. Though this mission is clouded in mystery I count it a success as we sustained no losses, that is always a good mission. The chopper shakes as we hit the jet stream, using the air currents to advantage to speed our flight, the only drawback is the instruments and comms can get screwy. The pilots are top notch and can fly this big mother fucker with one hand and their eyes closed.

00:00 Lt._Commander_Sage_Daniels: I hear the comms start to chatter up. The officer motions for me to join him. I pull on the second set of headphones, and here the report regarding our joint effort with SHIELD. We, SHIELD-Ironclad, recently had intell of a massive Hydra cell base. We sent heavy forces up to take it out, as this would be a large victory if we succeeded. The reports were positive in the fact that we had taken out the Hydra base and stopped all enemy activity, but it was at a heavy cost.

00:00 Lt._Commander_Sage_Daniels: The communication was getting spotty, and we were losing the comms with the flight in the jet stream. I had the comms officer switch over to Morse code to retrieve the message. I knew the Captain would want the full update as this was Agent Kingston’s detail...shit I wanted to know too. The coder tapped and clicked to life with a flurry of signals. The comms officer catches the pieces of the code and translates them down. I watch first in deep honor of the successful news but then I feel a heavy sorrow as I see the words come to translation.

“SHIELD-IRONCLAD MISSION SUCCESS...HYDRA THREAT ELIMINATED...HEAVY LOSSES ....IRONCLAD LEAD DID NOT SURVIVE”

00:00 Lt._Commander_Sage_Daniels: The comms officer tears off the paper with the transcribed code from his table and hands it to me. The paper feels heavy, due to the message it carries. I look back and I see the Captain sitting there with his eyes closed with one hand grasping Agent Kingston’s dog tags, which he always wears. Two things the Captain always has on him is his shield and those tags. I have a single tear that sheds down my cheek. How the fuck do I protect his back from this deep attack...I become his lean too. I compose myself as I need to deliver this info clearly and honorably to the Captain. I pull the headphones off and gently walk back and kneel before the Captain I reach out and gently shake his thick ample knee to wake him. “Captain…”I say with a deep gentle tone.

00:00 Captain_America: I’m dozing lightly, in a deep state of relaxation tuning into the rhythmic THUMP THUMP THUMP of the chopper blades, when suddenly I feel a hand on my knee and the sound of Sage’s voice speaking to me. My eyes snap open, and I seek out Sage’s face. I catch sight of a single tear marking a crystalline path down his handsome face. I tense up… something’s wrong, but it’s not an attack. The tone of his voice, the tear, it’s some kind of tragedy. My heart begins to clench. What is it then? What could it be? Could it… no. NO. I swallow and ask, “Sage, what’s wrong?” my voice is soft and tinged with sorrow, as though some part of me already knows and is afraid of what he will say. My hand is still gripped around David’s dogtags and I grip them even tighter.

00:00 Lt._Commander_Sage_Daniels: The Captain comes to full alert and attention. He is a well trained soldier and can assess the situation accurately fast. Our eyes meet, his big blue character rich compassion filled eyes know there is a heavy burden for his shoulders to bear. My hand clenches his granite hard muscled knee. “Captain, we received a communication from Headquarters.” I swallow hard, “The SHIELD-Ironclad forces hammered the large Hydra base with success...there were…” I pause. “Captain, there were heavy losses.” My voice tone is that of a loving brother. “I am so sorry...Steve.” I hand the Captain the transcribed message. I see his deep blue eyes scan over the message...again...and again.

“SHIELD-IRONCLAD MISSION SUCCESS...HYDRA THREAT ELIMINATED...HEAVY LOSSES ....IRONCLAD LEAD DID NOT SURVIVE”

00:00 Lt._Commander_Sage_Daniels: I slowly stand as I reach out and give his battle trained hard muscular shoulder a comforting squeeze. “I will give you a moment.” I walk a few steps then turn slightly over my shoulder looking at the Captain still staring at the message. “Agent Kingston, truly sir, was the best of us, my deepest condolences.” I take a heavy sign coupled with another tear and walk forward in the chopper. This is the hardest element of what we do...serving to preserve freedom comes with a heavy price, and this loss was costly.

00:00 Captain_America: I listen as Sage speaks. My grip on David’s dogtags grows tighter as Sage tells me that he is sorry. I reach out and take the message, and I read it. Then I read it again and again. I feel … numb. I become aware of nothing but David’s dogtags in my hand and the message. I stare at it, motionless, a statue, and slowly the numbness begins to thaw, and a terrible, aching agony starts to throb inside me, a deep wound. I have lost many friends, during WWII. I have seen many brave and courageous men and women give their lives so that others might know peace and freedom. But I have never loved any of them the way I love David. I’m afraid to move. Afraid to speak. I’m afraid that if I do, I will lose all control, and fall into a deep bottomless pit of sorrow, grief and loss. Memories of David flash through my mind. Meeting him in the Grand Hotel. His head resting on my shoulder in the plane, sleeping against me. Wrestling him that night back at the Ironclad base. The flying leap I made to snatch him from Sabian’s grasp, risking everything to save him. And… the night we declared our love. The morning after… To find that he and I would be separated by duty. Duty. Always duty. A burden heavier than a mountain, and one that left so little room for love.

00:00 Captain_America: But I knew the risk. I knew the price. As did he. The price of duty. I turned my head to look out the window finally, to see the wilderness sliding away beneath us. The hurt in my heart grows larger with every passing moment. He died protecting the world from the rising evil that threatened to consume it. His death, like that of so many others before him, would be held in my heart, and I would push myself even harder, push myself even further to ensure I did not dishonor his sacrifice. But... I would give anything in my power just to see him one more time… to kiss him one more time.. To hold him just once more. To tell him again how much I loved him. Tears rolled down my cheek and splashed on the message, as my heart began to break.

00:00 Lt._Commander_Sage_Daniels: Several of the troopers want to know the news, they know something has gone down, how could you not with the flurry of activities on the comms. The whole “feeling” on the plane is heavy. You see the Captain and The Guardian are the heart of the force...and Agent Kingston, well he's the heart of the Captain. It is a beautiful thing how all this has come together, really. The perfect team has come together to challenge this rising threat of the Chara Clan. The Captain, Steve, and The Guardian, Marcus, are god-sends to Ironclad. They have taken us to victories I never knew were possible. I will follow those to super soldiers anywhere. So to see, the Captain...my Captain...in such sorrow is heart wrenching. I calm the troops down, and pull some rank on them to get them back in their seats. “We need to respect the Captain and give him some time.” I say firmly. I turn to Marcus, the powerful Guardian. “He needs you, my friend.” I directly and kindly say. Again a tear escapes my eye and trolls down my cheek. I return to the forward cabin, it will be good to get back to base, everyone needs some down time from this mission.

00:00 The_Guardian: It was a long journey back to the base, but it was made better by the fact that I am with some of the best people there are in the business. We didn’t talk all that much, but I could sense that Cap’s mind was somewhere else. Perhaps he was thinking about David, and the parallel mission that’s supposedly going on around the same time as ours. I can’t blame him, as David and Cap had grown really close over the past few months. Cap was devastated when David was transferred, and now David got himself involved in a dangerous mission that would test even the best of us.

00:00 The_Guardian: We remained silent throughout, but something felt off, when I watched the exchange between the good commander and Cap. When the commander handed Cap that piece of paper, I could tell then, that something went wrong. Awfully wrong. For that brief moment, I was praying that David would be alright, but then I saw tears starting to stream down Cap’s cheeks.

00:00 The_Guardian: I moved closer. I couldn't begin to imagine what it’s like to lose someone you love like this. For most of my life, I try to get myself detached from others, knowing fair well that this would happen to me one day. So it brought me great pain to see Cap grief like this. “Cap…” I place my hand on his shoulder. I was at a loss for words. “I’m so sorry…”

00:00 Captain_America: Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and heard Marcus speak to me, telling me how sorry he was. I reached up to squeeze his hand as it rested on my shoulder, grateful to him. Marcus was not only a highly trained soldier, loyal and determined, he was also a good man, and my friend. I stared out the window, unable to speak or acknowledge him in any other way. Just my hand on his, squeezing it as he squeezed my shoulder. If I tried to speak, if I turned to look at him or the other men, I would lose control completely. I appreciated Marcus’s support right then so much. The time passed in silence, the day fading to evening as we sped towards Alaska, the stars coming out. Eventually, my tears stopped, and I was left with a grief heavier than I could bear. I looked up at the stars flashing past us, sitting on the edge of a well of deep sorrow. Undoubtedly, there would be another mission tomorrow or the day after. And undoubtedly, I would face this loss again. And again. But, I would carry on. I would carry on because… the time I had with David, the love we shared in that short time was worth all this pain, and more. Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

00:00 Captain_America: The chopper began its descent, swooping low over the snow-covered, green forested peaks of the Alaskan mountains, hovering then landing, outside the massive main doors to the Ironclad base. I got out of the chopper first, turned back, and looked at Marcus, then Sage, and nodded to each of them, to show my gratitude for their understanding and support. I spoke up then, briefly, and although the only thing I wanted to do is go to my room and fall into a dark and dreamless sleep, that is not what I did. I had a duty. To all of these men. They gathered round, knowing that I often gave them a few words after a mission. My voice spoke up, loud and clear, and full of dignity and warmth, yet tinged with my deep sorrow as well. “You humble me, each and every one of you. I am proud, more proud than you will ever know to serve in the company of such brave and loyal souls. You might put me and Marcus on a pedestal, and call us super soldiers and heroes, but you, each and every one of you, are the real heroes, putting your life on the line to provide protection, freedom and peace to countless people who will never know your names. You inspire me, and I hope that someday I might truly be as worthy to be called a hero as each and every one of you are.” I gave everyone a salute, turned, and with my back straight, head held high, shield strapped to my back, I entered the base.

00:00 The_Guardian: I offered Cap my condolences in an unspoken way for the rest of the journey. I could feel his hand squeezing down mine. I let him do it. Letting him find comfort in me. I knew how much this would hurt Steve, and this’ the least I can do. Not another word was spoken during the flight, until we finally landed in the base.

00:00 The_Guardian: All of us gathered around, and the good Cap offered a parting speech. I could tell that he was fighting back tears as he tried to keep himself together. Behind his stoic facade I knew he’s hurting. I observed his every movement, every gesture, trying to imagine what it must be like to lose someone you love. And when he finished the speech and left for his room, I decided to check on him to see if he would be ok. I knew he was strong, but this was the first time of seeing Cap like this.

00:00 The_Guardian: “Cap…” I tried to catch him as he’s on his way back. “Are you sure you will be ok?”

00:00 Captain_America: As I was walking down the hall, heading towards my quarters, I heard Marcus trying to catch up to me. I stopped, turned to look at him. Like me, he was a bit beat up from those exploding human bombs, but like me, he healed fast. We would be fine. I catch Marcus’s eyes as he asks me if I will be ok. I look at him for a moment, my face carrying a heavy, serious cast. “You know, it never gets any easier. Never. But every time I lose someone, I ask myself this question… Steve, if you could have spared yourself this pain by never having met them, would you do it? And every time, the answer is no. I wouldn’t. Because it’s worth it. They are all worth it. And… none more so than David. The day I answer yes… would be the day I wouldn’t be okay.” I reach out then, and pull Marcus into an embrace, holding him tightly for a moment, my heavy, muscled arms rippling with strength as I crushed him against me. “You are a good friend Marcus. Thanks for everything. But … Now, I just want to get some sleep.” I let him go, give him a smile and a punch on his shoulder, then turn away heading back to my room. It was only after I was in my room, collapsing onto my bed, that I cried myself to sleep, clutching David’s dogtags in my hand.

00:00 The_Guardian: I stood in front of Cap. He’s hurt. He’s been down. Our missions went bust, but he’s still standing tall. Standing strong. Even though the sense of sorrow was palpable in his words, I felt strangely reassured that he’ll be ok. I nodded at Steve, before he pulled me into his tight embrace. “Sometimes it’s just best to move on, Steve.” I tried to comfort him, hoping that he won’t take it the wrong way. Being a “friend” had never been my strong suit, but I wanted to let Steve know that I will be here for him. He let go, finally smiling. I nod at him again, watching him turn away and head back to his room. For a moment, I wanted to follow, but soon came to realize that what he needed was some space. I turn back and let him be, as I head to the infirmary to get my wounds treated.

Meanwhile at that the Chara Clan base of operations

00:00 Gregor: I waited in my room for my lover to come. It wouldn’t be long now. Soon he would be here, and he would need my touch. I lit candles around the room and growled as I thought of the pain and pleasure that would come tonight. Nicole needed this. I wanted this. It would help him and bond us further, and I would give him the pain he needed to focus and become himself again. The modified serum has side effects that alter the mental state of the soldier and make the subject more animalistic in their violence. To counteract the side effects the subject needs a focal point that overpowers the serum, being the subject into submission. This is where I come...I subdue my Nicole.

00:00 Gregor: My bearcock throbbed just thinking about it. I could hear boots in the hallway, but it was not him. No, my Nicole would come fast and furious down the hallway, his boots telling me of his fury and need for pain. And I would give it to him here in this space just for he and I. I dragged my claws across a block to purposefully dull them. Nicole is the only one I would do this for - for all others, I would sharpen my claws, especially for that bastard Captain America or his would-be hero followers. My cock stiffened again thinking of Nicole telling me of the sight running his blade through Captain America’s side, how the blood poured like a river from his mouth, and how it all excited Nicole deeply. One day, we would feast on the good Captain together. But, for now, I waited to feast on my Nicole. I would eat his pain tonight and feed him something more nourishing.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I call out in the hallway as I grip my head with both my calloused hands. My thick enhanced bugling arms flex as I grip the sides of my throbbing head. The serum is affecting me again and I am losing focus. I turn and take both my fists and pound on the cement hallway wall...beating it...crashing my bare fists into...the wall breaks and shatters as I roar out in rage. I am struggling to get my control. A Chara trooper passes by and merely looks at me, I rage inside as I leap up like a tiger on the attack, tackling him to the ground under my armored brick heavy muscle.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: His body is instantly smashed under me, and I rock hard fists on him, raining down with my villainous brute force. My first clenched fist makes contact and the innocent screaming soldier’s face erupts in blood as his nose breaks to the side. Then my barrage of fist blows comes in like a raging storm pounding his face inward as his body goes limp under my battle forged heavy knee that concaves his chest. Blood spatters the wall and all over me. No one dares to try and stop me...this act has been seen before. This trooper is just another victim of the serum’s rage. I pull off his body, panting, covered in blood, and I know what I need to regain focus. I need the bear.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I walk heavy footed down the hallway, I have a singular focus to find the bear. He waits each night in his large chamber for me. I have my own place here in the Chara Base but since taking the modified serum I barely stay in my quarters, I stay with the bear. The bear is my focal point...my gift from the gods...he is my lover and equal. No one loves me like the bear...not even my wretched Marcus Cross, The Guardian. Through pain, which only the bear can bring, I will find my peace. I reach his doorway and do not knock. I enter.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: The door closes behind me and I stand there in my black uniform with my double blades on my back covered in the trooper’s blood. I stare at the bear with my deep rage. I unhook my harness with blades and they clank to the floor. I peel off my shirt revealing my power-packed muscled chest that flexes out with my heavy breathing. I open my belt dropping my pants down as I step out of my boots, sock and pants altogether. I pull off my underwear so there is nothing between me and the bear. I stand there flexed in rage as my muscles show their deep ridges looking at the bear, begging him through my raged eyes to give me the taming I so desperately crave and desire.

00:00 Gregor: I could hear his boots, and my bearcock stiffened more. Ahhh, yes, there was his scent in the air, and then it hit me even harder as he walked in. He was beautiful, as always, and the blood on his face and black uniform told me all I needed to know. I sniffed deep of the blood in the air and my bear senses knew who the blood belonged to. It was another lowly soldier and not one to care about missing. I had actually been making the argument that Nicole was simply thinning our ranks of the weak that needed to be culled, and my Master was agreeing so far. But that wasn’t important right now. Nicole was definitely in the state where he needed me...and I was ready for him. I watch as the clothes hit the floor and those beautiful blue eyes stare at me, begging past their beautiful rage for my taming.

00:00 Gregor: “Come my beautiful cub. Come at me with your rage,” I growled and purred at him from across the room, my right claws lifting up and motioning for him to come. I watched his muscles heaving, his bulging chest and defined abs ever thicker and stronger as the serum took deeper root in him. It may come that our sadistic love sessions might have to get more...deep. My cock hardened at the thought. I would keep my lover from falling into the abyss and losing himself. We were bound in this and everything. And with a heavy drip of my pre from my bearcock, he came at me. I stood as a mountain against the rage that would break upon me in just a moment. His bare feet sprinting across the floor was the start of this dance, and my claws readied themselves to play the instrument that was his beautiful, scarred skin.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: The bear’s man crushing muscled frame is before me as a temple of temptation and taming. His thick dripping bear cock summons me for our lustful battle of pain and blood. I hear his deep gruff voice beckoning me to battle...my heart pounds with the force of a hundred men due to the serum. My mind clouded and lost in a sea of dark violence, which I can fully unleash here. My body surges with power as my flex ripping muscles enlarge as I set to battle. I leap forward pushing off my battle forging pillar quads. My naked Grade A Prime Beef body rockets across the room as I run at the bear. With his claws and rich bear fur covered massive arms out he is ready to receive his shaded lover. I roar like a beast and launch myself up off my titan legs as I spear into his brick flexed abs, buckling him over. My canon sized upper arms flex out as I grasp his Herculean arms keeping his claws at bay, for now. As he buckles down in front of me, his deep animal musk fills my nostrils and my cock responds in like with large droplets of my pre-cum, singling to the bear...I desire him above all. Again I release a deep chest roar, which is heard throughout the base. The clan knows...the Blade is going to be tamed.

00:00 Gregor: I hear the roar of the beast and watch as Nicole leaps across the room as a storm of dark violence, his knees tearing into my flexed taut ab wall in a way no other has really managed to do. I grunt out, buckling towards my shaded lover as I feel his strong grip on my wrists then. With all of it, it just makes my cock leak further and my own strength surges up. I have faced super soldiers in battle but none compare to the strength and ferocity I feel growing within my Nicole. He and I will rend them to pieces together at our Master’s request some day. But for now, time to remind him he is my cub….

00:00 Gregor: I growl and snarl, unleashing a roar as my bear maw opens wide in my lover’s face. With a savage thrust, my hips come forward as I punch my hard cockhead into Nicole’s balls, spearing his heavy balls that have filled with so much seed, another effect of the serum. But even as my lover came at me hard, I came back with the fury of a mountain. My skull cracked down on him with a thundering sound. Back Nicole staggered from the ball-spearing and the storm ringing in his ears. My thick, sable-fur-covered arms push out and then down on Nicole, seeing just how much of my strength he can take tonight with his serum- and rage-fueled body. It is glorious to watch him strain under my strength.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: The contact of my enraged strapping serumed muscles against your sabled man crushing muscles is intoxicating. I feel your strength under my grip as I hold you bear paws at bay. Your boulder sized fur covered shoulders lean against me making cock dance like a snake with my throbbing. I wince as you steel spear bear cock slams into my full ball sac. My cumming rope loads are massive when I get unload so my balls are constantly full. I grimace in the rippling pain that surges down my legs from your cock stab. I hold your arms still at bay roaring as I try to gain my focus. Then your stone hard skull whacks me head...I stagger back instantly clasping my temples as the mental fog takes over. “AHHHHHH FUCKING BEAR,” I yell out as the rage controls me.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I prepare to counter then I feel your heavy canon sized upper arms press down on me with your superior might and power. I grunt and groan like a beast under stress, my enhanced body surges up with power and swing my arms knocking your sabled fur covered thick muscled arms off my shoulders. I then swing my battle hard strapping legs out fast and hard knocking you off your hunches sending your thick bear frame to the floor. Showing you no quarter, I attack my giving you a solid keep kick into you bear cock. My eyes a flame with heated rage the modified serum brings, I jump madly at you slamming into you barrel sized chest, as my calloused meaty hands grab your throat and I squeeze in choking you as I lean down over your head watching you gag. “You’ve gotten weak, old bear,” I call out, baiting you.

00:00 Gregor: I relish in your yell as you stagger from the skull crack. Even with you I enjoy the pain we give to one another, a bond no other lover has had with me. But you hold your ground as I push against you and then you counter, sending me down to the concrete floor of my room. But then you’re on me, straddling me and choking me with a force that makes my tongue come out of my mouth and my eyes shoot open wide. You make a critical error in your rage-fueled attack. A few, actually. You bait me...and you do it by calling me weak. It is the rage talking, but we are both beasts, and if that notion that I am weak takes root in you, I know I could lose you to the serum. And I will NOT lose you to it.

00:00 Gregor: My thick arms flex as my claws clench into two sledgehammer-fists. And then those fists rise up quick and with furious, pounding strength, catching your skull between the two sledge-fists with another sound of bone-meeting-bone-meeting-bone. I can practically see your eyes roll lazily in your head from the daze. But I don’t stop - my cub needs more. I reach in and grab your throat with my left paw, easily pawing it’s thick, steel-corded mass in my paw as I roll us to the side, getting you beneath me. And with you under me, I push your left leg to the side and lay my right shin over it, pinning one of those powerful legs as I keep the grip on your throat. And then the claws begin...starting at the top of your right shoulder and dragging down across your chest as the skin breaks and bleeds from my dulled claws. If I had not dulled them, I would be ripping you open viciously. I answer your taunt then as I growl over you. “Show me your strength now, cub,” I dare you as my claws slice down your right pec and start marking your ab mounds as those beastly claws dig into your flesh. Yes, my lover - show me your strength….

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I feel the serum in my veins with a burning sensation that feeds my rage and strength. I feel the bear’s thick granite barreling hard chest under me. My warrior hands grip his muscular sable thick neck. I feel his bear member like a fleshly hard spear at my back. My own manhood leaking streams of pre-cum as my eyes ignite with my lustful rage as I cinch and crush in the throat of my bear. My mouth drools as I see him in pain and his bear tongue hangs out of his mouth...my mind is amiss with rage...my focus is not set. Suddenly I feel a deep pressure on my head as the bear’s heavy steel like fist hammer my templates. I pull back from the choke lost in the haze. Then I feel the bear grasp my throat in retaliation and my hand clasp his paw seeking to remove it from my vulnerable neck.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I gag and grunt as the bear takes control, my cement pillar legs kicking hard striking the bear, but he takes every kick. His battle forged rippling mass weighs me down like sable covered muscle mountain. I gasp and grunt out as I bridge to get up, only to feel your herculean thigh press down and pinning my left down. Pain shoots up my iron muscled back and tree trunk leg. I hiss and roar out at you as you hold me to the ground. Then my eyes go wide as your claws dig into my enhanced powerful battle forged flesh. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK,” I call out as the burning session of tearing flesh rips over my body from shoulder to my waist. I send my right fist hard and fast clobbering your snout, over and over. I pant in heat under your looming man crushing muscle. With my free leg I scissor kick you hitting your soft rib… one… twice…. fours times… as I see the deep pain wince on your face. “GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING BEAST” I call out still possessed in my serum induced rage.

00:00 Gregor: I can smell your blood in the air replacing the stench of that lowly husk of a man’s blood that you brought in with you. And I savor your pain as I give you the treatment that only I can give you. I’m so focused on the scent that I don’t notice your fists coming up to pound my sensitive snout packed with nerves. My eyes clench and I start to roar out, feeling you attack with the rage that is in you. But I take your rage, unleashing my own against it even as you pounding my soft rib with your free leg pounds me with the force of a battering ram. In fury filled ravaging, I TIGHTEN my grip on your neck, sinking my claws in to the point I can feel your skin break and your blood weeps slightly under my killer claws. And then I grab your ankle with my free hand and then CHOMP my steely jaws on your shin and calf, catching the meat of your calf with my piercing enameled fangs. I hear you cry out as I taste your blood, but I still am not done with you.

00:00 Gregor: With your other leg pained and bleeding from my savage bite, I now pin it under my other leg, getting your legs spread wide. I PUSH UP on your neck with my left hand then, stretching out your torso as taut as I possibly can: my weight pinning down your legs and my savage left arm PUSHING your body out into a more vulnerable position. And then I pull back my right fist and unload a series of punches on your stretched, taut abs to repay you for the stout punches. “You….” THUUDDD goes the first punch. “Will….” TTHHUUDDD goes the second punch. “YIELD!!!” I roar as the third punch pounds into those abs. And with you there, I keep pounding, your blood dripping from my bloody fangs and jaws and my own blood dripping from my snout, forming a blood splattering pattern across your cut and bleeding core muscles while I pound them with my sledged fists.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: I feel reality coming into focus… the pain of the bear’s attacks are giving my mind the escape from the serum’s rage I need. Your steel gripping claw tightens around my neck and I feel my flesh rip under your touch. “Garrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrragh,” I call out as I feel the pain rage there. My fight comes up and I pound on your forearm to get you to release. Your beastly frame turns as you grab my ankle then I feel it… your maw open over my calf and you sink your jaws in my enhanced flesh. I arch my body in painful pleasure. “GRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEGORRRRRRRRRRRRR,” I call out as you feast on my leg. I pant under you attention as you spread my iron hard thighs open pinning them under your stone strapping thighs. THUD… THUD… THUD your heavy cement fists pound my brick hard core which flexes up, showing every tightened rippling curve my steel muscled torso.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: My body rattling under the barrage of fist blows, the pain echoing in my mind, I hear the trigger word used “yield,” calling me back to reality… back from the rage… back to my bear. My mind is splitting in two… I must come back… I must yield. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... I… YIEEEEEEEELD…” I gasp out under the deep pain and attack. My hands go out like a cage fighter knowing he is beat, as I slap the floor in my surrender to your attacks. My eyes clearing as the rage dies out, my body easing down, my cock still engaged by the erotic pleasure this aggression brings me.

00:00 Gregor: I hear you call my name and then your thick, beautiful arms go out and tap as you yield. But I snarl at your submission, knowing you’re not truly done. No, my cub needs more. And with your abs battered under my cement fist, I go to torture them in another way. I pull you up off the floor and kiss you deeply, my bear tongue going deep into your mouth. You might even still bite my tongue as I kiss you now as the rage-state never really just dies and stops when you yield. But I’ll take that rough kiss from you if that’s what you give me. Besides, the real goal right now is to get you off the floor for my next piece of fun. With you off your back and my tongue down your throat, my legs move off yours, letting the blood flow freely in them again. But it isn’t long till my thick ursine legs are going around your core. I can see your eyes going wide as you know what’s coming, but it’s too late as my feet lock behind you, the back of my quads resting on your thick legs as we face each other. And then, those powerful bear legs SNAP TAUT on you like a bear trap snapping on your battered core.

00:00 Gregor: I can feel your breath struggling against getting pushed out, your fiery defiance is still hot in that deep rage that’s dying down. But no, I REFUSE to lose you to this rage. It’s never enough to just end your rage - no, I will master it with you. Together, we will face this, my lover. And so as my legs grind and flex tighter on your core, I feel that rage furnace that was burning so bright in you slowly crumbling against the force of my legs mastering and helping you crumble that rage furnace into oblivion again. And I drink your pain and rage as it fumbles out of your mouth, savoring the heated taste of those hellfire laced kisses. “I love you, my Nicole,” I say as I pull off the kiss and my claws go back to your chest, to that open wound I started at your upper right chest. And I push my claws back into that wound slightly, now touching that wound with a steely grace. As much as I love you, my animal nature will never be denied.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: The rage in me still boils even though I open yield. My bear knows me well. My mind is gaining clarity but the will needs to be broken. The pain is like a burning forest fire of heat and stimulation over my stone strapping body. I feel like I am dying but that feeling invigorates me as I arch up in relief as you roll us getting me off the floor. I feel you kiss and your large bear tongue goes in my mouth. It is warm and sensual and I suck it as I slowly begin to morph back into your lover. With my mind clearing I know what is coming but I can not defend as the bear trap is set. Your rib-cracking thighs lock on with a full animalistic rage that tears through my core. Your kissing… your crushing… it is all so good. My body is convulsing in sensuality and sexual stimulations as you do this being our love making process. The bear is always the animal...the man is always the cub. This is how we do it… this is how we fulfill each other.

00:00 Nicole_Bangcoth_The_Blade: Your claws find my chest again, you tear into my flesh, my blood comes forth and drips down your claws. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH MY LOVE,” I scream out as you hear me coming back to you. I pant in pain and ecstasy. I reach up and grip your paws, not to remove but to push them in deeper. The pain intoxicates me as you see my eyes roll. My torso flexes like granite as you crush it to bits. My legs kick, and I lean down and bite your neck hard...breaking your rawhide skin as I bring your blood to surface and I dine on your blood and cabled neck. In my muttering and blood covered lips you hear those words… “Gregor… fuck… I love you.” My panting gets heavier. My hips thrusting in even as you break my lower rib with that soft snap. I scream out in deeper pain as I bite your neck… “HOLY FUCK BEAR… ahhhhhhhh yes.” Then you feel it, my battle hard super soldier body goes rigid, my finger clasp your wrists with a hard might, and my toe curls. My blood pressure soars and you feel my thick man cock jerk then fire my first hard cum load. It sprays up under you and coats the back of your thighs. I grimace and scream out in pure deep sexual torture. I hold the orgasm for a few minutes as balls unload their boiling white, ribboned load. I lose my breath… then upon finishing I go limp in your titan grip, barely breathing, my head lays on your boulder like shoulder, and my hands release your wrist. I softly say, “I am here, my bear.”

00:00 Gregor: I feel and hear the soft yielding of your rib, a true signal of the breaking of the rage. It’s ritualistic and undeniable. You change in my arms. The furnace changes from it’s rage-fire to one fueled with passion and love. You are my Nicole again, and as you yield your hot, ribboned load, I pull you closer to me, holding your bloody chest to mine as I just hold my cub, pulled again out of the depths of rage. “I am here, my cub,” I answer back and hold you. After a moment’s reprieve, I scoop you up then and carry you to my bed, laying you down and seeing the blood on your chest, your steel-cut abs, your mouth…. My paws tenderly wipe my own blood from your lips as I begin to clean you, licking you in a tongue bath that is my way after our sessions. I spend hours cleaning you like this, watching you rest, giving you what you need in these moments. I’m like a father bear tending the cub, so unlike the nature of my inner-beast, and yet it is me with you - it is undeniable.

00:00 Gregor: Finally, you are cleaned, the blood gone, the bleeding stopped, and your body covered in my scent. When you wake, we will shower and I will take what I want from my cub, but for now, I hold you. I stroke your hair and watch you sleep in my arms. Nothing exists outside this room right now. I think back to when we met, who you were then...and the broken heart that beat within your chest. I would have more of the Guardian’s blood for you. We would savor him together. He deserved so much more pain for what he had done to you. I could feel my bearcock harden again at thinking of his pain at our combined hands...and it only made me smile more tenderly down at you. And with that thought, I laid my head upon yours and drifted to sleep with you in my arms.

Published: 2021-05-22, viewed 31 times.