Superverse
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11:35 The_Russian_Hammer: I awaken from my brief nap, and rise up out of my bed, take a brief moment to pull on my battle gear, my heavy reinforced combat boots, my thick, carbon fibre black fatigues, a tactical belt at my waist with my sidearm, radio, combat knife, and a muscle-hugging black carbon-fibre top that showed every bulge and curve of my power packed, muscular physique. The trademark of the Red Fist, a Soviet Era Red Star, was emblazoned on the chest of my battle top. I check myself in the mirror, standing over 6’ tall, packing 300 pounds of savage, Spetsnaz trained, combat-forged ruthless muscle. As the head of security for The Red Fist, I was ready for anything, and led my men by brutal example. I never asked them to do anything that I wasn’t prepared to do myself. Especially during these times.
11:35 The_Russian_Hammer: This was a critical time for the Red Fist. The Red Fist, an organization formed of discontented die-hards refusing to accept the collapse of the USSR, contained in their ranks generals, scientists, soldiers, engineers. And me. Dmitri Romanov, head of security for the Red Fist. A former Spetsnaz, an elite Soviet Commando, trained as a brutal hand to hand fighter, weapons expert, torturer, infiltration specialist.
11:36 The_Russian_Hammer: Yes, this was a critical time indeed. Our scientists were on the verge of a major breakthrough. For years, they had been working on a serum, a formula capable of modifying the DNA of an ordinary man to greatly enhance his strength, speed, agility, endurance, and healing factor. In essence, to turn a man into a weapon of war, a super soldier. But, the problem was, the Western Alliance was also working on this formula. We had to beat them to it. But according to our research team, we were missing one final, vital component. They had been working feverishly to discover that missing component. We were all on pins and needles, not knowing if today would be the day we would learn that the West had completed their formula.
11:36 The_Russian_Hammer: I strode out of my room, into the corridor. Security was at it’s tightest, with the men serving 4 hour overlapping shifts. Every day, four times a day, I inspected the security detail to ensure they were maintaining the high levels of discipline the Red Fist required of them. The base was located deep in Siberia, partially underground. So far, the Western Alliance had not discovered the location of our research facility, but no doubt it was only a matter of time. The facility was stark, formed of concrete, with no luxuries or ornamentation. Bare, hard concrete corridors, an underground maze of labs, clean rooms, and corridors.
11:36 The_Russian_Hammer: This project also had personal significance for me. For, when we succeeded, I would be the first recipient of the formula. I would become the champion of the Red Fist, and lead them to glory with my newfound might. It would be a long time before any others followed in my path, due to the rarity of some of the compounds. And it all hinged on keeping this research base safe and of course…. Finding the missing compound.
12:02 Kimura: Siberia. What a fucking hell hole. How the fuck did I get here. Crawling through an air vent some secret fucking facility. Well I know how I got here…
12:02 Kimura: I never expected to be approached in the bar. Perched in my usual corner of the usual shithole with the usual whiskey, I was fresh off another underground fight. As usual, I fucked the guy up - I always wonder why these guys think that they would have a chance. I mean it’s fair that they wouldn’t know about my background in the SAS - the special forces of the Australian Army. It’s fair that they wouldn’t know that I’d worked in alliances with agents from other western powers in secret missions to secure the international world order after the end of the Cold War. But they should know that I train up and coming fighters now using the hand-to-hand combat skills I learned all those years ago. They must know about my success in the underground fighting scene. They absolutely should know that I enjoy fucking these dudes up for fun if they think they can cross me.
12:02 Kimura: But then Will approached me at the bar. At first I thought it was a dream, one of those drunken dreams I’d had so many nights in a row. But it wasn’t a dream, it was one of those uncomfortable blasts from the past. Where I had left the SAS to become a drunken underground fighter, Will had gone on to to a high ranking position in the Australian Department of Foreign Affairs. A suit. He was once my brother. Now he was my antithesis.
12:03 Kimura: And yet he needed me. The Red Fist was gaining in power. They were coming out of the shadows. They were becoming dangerous. He said no one knew that part of Siberia like the two of us - that part was true. He said that there was a concerted, concentrated alliance now to stop the Red Fist. He said it was the Americans, the Brits, the Europeans. They were all working together on this project. But no one knew that facility like the two of us, since the successful espionage mission two decades ago. Only two of us had been inside. And one was now a suit.
12:03 Kimura: I didn’t believe him. Something about a serum. It sounded like rubbish. We were close to completing the formula. But so was the Red Fist. That kind of technology in the hands of the Red Fist would change the world order. I still didn’t believe him. So we boarded a plane, an international flight, and a diplomatic passage. And he showed me the lab that was working on our version of the serum. He was right. This was fucking real. And serious. I told him I wanted to be paid, he made it clear money was no option. But he was right, this had to be stopped. And I knew the fucking compound. Take the serum. Kill the Hammer if you have to. Pretty simple.
12:03 Kimura: And so here I find my self in a fucking air conditioning vent. Grey combat pants to try and camouflage with the concrete of the compound. But long ago I left behind the big heavy shirt, stripping down to the white t shirt underneath, sweat already soaking through the T. 210lbs doesn’t fit easily into a fucking aircon vent. But here I am, I can see the lab. Amazingly, it looks empty, and I open the grate, dropping down into the room silently.
12:35 The_Russian_Hammer: I had finished inspecting the guard detail securing the master lab, a massive clean room containing the nearly finished formula. The other labs provided support to the work in that main lab. It’s security was absolutely vital, and only the best, most accomplished guards were chosen for that duty. My next stop would be the loading dock, where we received vital supplies. It was one of the most vulnerable areas of our base, a logical point of intrusion. As I strode down the halls, every sense was heightened, every detail of the drab, concrete surroundings was examined, processed, and analysed for the slightest thing that might be out of order.
12:35 The_Russian_Hammer: We could take no chances. None, not the slightest. I turn towards Lab Delta V. It is currently unoccupied, the work it was conducting finished earlier in the project. But it offers a shortcut to reach the loading dock. I enter my security code into the entry pad, and offer up my retina for a scan. The light turns green, and the door slides open. I stride into the lab. It is only dimly lit, and covered in dust from it’s long disuse. But again, my eyes are scanning, observing, noting with the highly trained senses and mind of a combat trained Spetsnaz. And there… there on the floor, I spy a disturbance in the layer of dust, a disturbance that should not be there. I always walk the same path when I use this lab as a shortcut, and no one else has entered in weeks. Instantly I went into full alert, my intuition and training kicking into high gear.
12:36 The_Russian_Hammer: My battle-hardened muscles relax, and the tension drains out of my step as I adopt the boneless, flowing posture of an elite fighter, hands ready to draw my weapon or break a neck, as the situation demands.
12:48 Kimura: From behind a lab bench, I hear the door slide open. This is unexpected. I can see a reflection in the glass door of a fridge. A hulking man, stepping through the lab like a leopard. Is it possible? Fucking hell. It’s the fucking Hammer and he’s coming this way.
12:49 Kimura: I have to think fast. I can see the way he’s moving and grab a beaker. Throwing it off to one side, I wait for the clunk on the floor to draw his attention. I hear the clunk on the ground and I see him turn.
12:49 Kimura: Launching myself as hard and fast as I can, I tackle you from behind, driving my shoulder into your lower back. You fall forward onto your front and I fall as well, on top of you. As we fall I reach for the combat knife at your waist, quickly grabbing it from your tactical belt. Lying on your back I growl “The serum, Hammer. Where is it? Tell me where it is and I’ll think about letting you live.”
13:09 The_Russian_Hammer: I turn suddenly, tracking a sound off to my side. I realize too late that it’s a ruse, and feel a savage impact in my kidneys, knocking me forward, flat on my chest. Before I can react, I feel my blade ripped from its sheath on my tactical belt, as my kidneys throb from the impact. Instantly, I realize I’m facing a formidable adversary. Then, when I hear the ruthless demand made in a distinctive Aussie accent, I instantly peg my adversary as Australian SAS.
13:09 The_Russian_Hammer: I react without hesitation, exploding into sudden, savage violence, my combat-hardened muscle surging with explosive power. I twist my hips, driving my right knee forward into the small opening created by my twisting motion, and heaving up on my right sight, throwing my muscle into it, rewarded by the feel of your hard Aussie muscle getting thrown clear of my back, before you could establish firm control. I spun all the way around to my back, my combat-trained muscle instantly and gracefully kipping back to my feet, eyes seeking my assailant, falling into a combat stance, snarling, “No, my mysterious visitor from the land down under, it is you who are going to be telling me everything I want to know.”
13:18 Kimura: I’d been briefed on the Hammer’s technical training. Not only is he a huge man but also a formidable combatant. The explosive power of his twist throws me clear from his back, my wrist hitting the corner of a workbench, sending the knife clattering under a fridge.
13:18 Kimura: I pounce to my feet, eyeing the Russian. I adopt a fight stance eyeing his frame for an opening. Much heavier than me, I instinctively know I need to fight smart. At least he’s the same height as me - no reach advantage.
13:18 Kimura: I slide forward, my pecs now pumped underneath my white t-shirt, tatts seeping out from the sleeves. Moving in with several left jabs, I jab once, twice, before launching a savage right hook at your temple.
13:26 The_Russian_Hammer: I get my first good look at the Aussie intruder. He's not as big as I am, but he's hard, chiseled from granite, filling out that tight, sweat soaked t-shirt, leaving no doubt that he's slathered in steel-cut muscle, his exposed arms covered in tattoos and he moves with the proficiency of a brutal killer, like myself. His bearded face is made of ice, and he's a hard, handsome fucker. I'll enjoy breaking that face as I break him. He slices in towards me, his plain grey combat fatigues moving with a practiced ease as he approaches me.
13:30 The_Russian_Hammer: My guard is tight, as you launch the opening salvo, my right forearm brushing aside your jabs, and my left bicep snapping up to eat the hook in the crook of my elbow. The blows are hard, delivered with precision. But even before you can pull back your right fist from that hook, my left knee shoots up, hard and high, angling in for a knee strike to the ribs on your right side, following that knee up with a sharp, short right uppercut aimed at tagging you hard under your bearded jaw.
13:37 Kimura: I didn’t really expect the right hook to be left unanswered. You easily eat the hook, but I’m surprised by how quickly you can put together an effective combo. The knee doesn’t hit with too much force given the distance, but as I look to check it the uppercut connects with my jaw.
13:37 Kimura: My jaw crunches a little and I take a few steps back, shifting my jaw around gingerly. Effective exchange, I can’t help but acknowledge.
13:37 Kimura: I see you leading with your left leg, and I deliver a sharp inside leg kick to your left, my boot colliding with a thud, and satisfyingly, I see you stumble a little. Again, I launch the same kick, to the same spot, throwing my hips into the kick hoping to damage the leg and your movement.
13:44 The_Russian_Hammer: Even in the middle of a balls to the wall fight, I always find the time to enjoy a well-timed blow. Though he managed to stuff my knee, the crunch of impact as my fist tagged the Australian commando's chin brought a small twitch to my cock. I move forward, leading with my left to continue my assault, when his boot slices out smashing into the inside of my hard-muscled left quad. I grunt, a spasm of pain rippling through the big muscle.
13:50 The_Russian_Hammer: Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. I'm ready when that second inside leg kick snaps in, lifting up my lead leg, checking the kick, then surging forward before you can fully reset. I grunt, moving far faster than a man of my size has a right to move, leading with a series of lightning fast left jabs, followed up by a savage right hook looking to sink deep and brutally into the Australian SAS man's hard muscled left obliques.
13:57 Kimura: I see your combo coming and block the jabs. The right hook hits my obliques and I grunt as pain surges through my side. This man can throw a punch. I grit my teeth but know I have an opening and need to capitalise on it. With your right arm extended from the punch, I grab your left wrist quickly and pivot, hooking my right arm under your right armpit. In fluid movement I roar as I execute a hip toss, throwing you over my shoulder, sending you crashing into a workbench, before slumping to the ground. I grab my side and move forward….
14:03 The_Russian_Hammer: Suddenly, proving to me exactly why the Aussies sent this man, you take my hard shot to your obliques and retaliate with a speed and precision that totally catches me off guard. My left wrist is seized with the precision and expertise that is the trademark of a man trained to the highest levels of combat. As I grunt to reset, suddenly my huge weight is heaved up and over your hip with perfect execution, my massive frame slamming savagely into the top of the lab bench, before sliding off to collapse onto the ground, stunned, the wind knocked out of me from the brutal, well executed throw.
14:07 The_Russian_Hammer: I grunt, fighting hard to recover, but no man, not even the most well trained and iron-willed fighter can force his body to move without oxygen. I don't have time to recover though, as I see you moving around the bench, stalking me, and holding your left side.
14:09 The_Russian_Hammer: Digging down deep, I suddenly reach out, finding the strength to push myself hard off the corner leg of the lab bench next to me, sending my hard muscled body unexpectedly sliding across the floor towards you. Grimly, as I slide at you, I twist my hips, my legs suddenly open, and scissor savagely shut, looking to catch your legs in my scissor to knock your feet out from under you.
14:15 Kimura: The scissors catch me and I fall backwards, my t-shirt catching on a hook on the side of the bench. The white material of my shirt tears all the way up my back from waist to shoulder as I fall. Realising I now have several easily grasped pieces of material, I rip the rest of my t shirt off my body, torso covered in sweat, abs now heaving from the physicality of this fight.
14:16 Kimura: I pounce to my feet once again looking you in the eye. “This is it Hammer, you’ve got one more chance. Tell me where the fucking serum is and I’ll leave it as beating the crap out of you. Otherwise, you’re leaving here in a body bag.”
14:21 The_Russian_Hammer: My unexpected attack succeeds, and gives me the space I need to regain my wind. I stagger up to my feet, just as the Aussie SAS man recovers and regains his feet. I grin suddenly, getting a full view of his splendid physique, steel-cut, tatted, hard-bodied, exuding the power of a true elite alpha.
14:22 The_Russian_Hammer: I nearly laugh at his audacity when he speaks. "I thought that the Australian SAS selected only the best and brightest as well as the toughest and hardest. Clearly their standards are slipping if they let a moron like you through. You seriously think you can come into our base and make insane demands?" I slowly circled you as I kept talking, my eyes locked on yours.
14:24 The_Russian_Hammer: Then, suddenly, between one word and the next my right fist shot out in massive hook aimed directly at your bearded jaw, but midway through the assault, I smoothly dropped down to my knee,shooting forward with savage speed and brutal power, to drive my shoulder low into your hips, my hands seeking to wrap those combat-trouser clad quads in my grip, seeking to throw you down hard in a double leg takedown.
14:32 Kimura: I instinctively block the huge hook coming towards me, and suddenly I am airborne, as you lift me with your powerful double leg. Flying through the air backwards, I instinctively assess my options.
14:32 Kimura: With your hands at my knees, I know your head and neck are unguarded. I land with a thud and try to create space between our bodies. Grabbing the bottom of your black shirt, I quickly draw it up towards your neck, exposing your ripped, hairy abs and pecs. And then grabbing all the material of the bunched up shirt, including the neck of the shirt, I assume a baseball grip, one palm up one palm down, right near your neck. The bunched up shirt now has much more to grip, acting almost like a rope. Quickly drawing my elbows together, I start to slip out the side, enacting a baseball choke using your own shirt to choke you….
14:45 The_Russian_Hammer: My feint works to perfection, and I lift up the steel-cut heavily tatted muscular SAS man, and slam you down brutally to the floor, but again this elite Commando is not to be underestimated. You reach back as I begin to scramble forward to secure my position, and rip my muscle-hugging black combat top up, bunching it up around my neck with quick practiced motions, starting to choke me. The power is savage and instant, and I feel the danger mounting in my neck as you begin to slip to the side.
14:49 The_Russian_Hammer: Grunting with desperate effort, I reach up to my own chest, to the seam running down the front of my combat top, where it is weakest. I seize both sides of the seam and rip with a sudden explosion of muscle, my thick biceps flaring to their full flexed hardness as the shirt tears, freeing my neck from your grip. You were turned onto your right side, in the process of slipping out, exposing your left side. The side that I speared earlier with my brutal hook. I had not forgotten. Free now from the choke, I drop my right knee down suddenly in front of your sweaty abs, halting your sliding motion, then lift up my left knee, and bring it down, seeking to spear you deep in those injured left obliques.
14:57 Kimura: Your shirt tears and I see the true bulk of the Hammer. 300 pounds of hardened Russian flesh, sweating and heaving. I take in the impressive torso even as my brain is already starting to think about my options.
14:57 Kimura: The left knee hits my obliques hard, winding me. I curse myself, letting my injured side remain open like that. I can’t catch my breath. I try to reach forward to remain on the offensive, but without oxygen, my movements are slow and ineffective.
14:57 Kimura: I push off you, desperately trying to create space so I can try and regain some strength….
15:01 The_Russian_Hammer: My knee spears deeply into your side, and I can feel the damage it does, my dick twitching again. The thick, hard slabs of my elite Russian muscled torso drips with sweat, running down in rivulets between the hard cut lines and curves of my brutal muscled pecs and abs.
15:04 The_Russian_Hammer: I feel you desperately pushing off from me, but I keep on you, sliding my bulk over your body to attempt control of your back. I reach out and seize the rear waistband of your combat trousers to keep you from sliding away from me with my right hand, while with my left I smash my open palm with a surge of power between your shoulder blades, attempting to wind you and keep you stunned.
15:06 The_Russian_Hammer: I heave up on your trousers suddenly, to make space to shoot my right leg under your right obliques, quickly seeking to snap my calf up across your chiseled, tatted abs. I brought my left leg up and around, moving with brutal efficiency in an attempt to trap your injured core in a figure four body lock.
15:07 The_Russian_Hammer: I snarl, "If you are the best the Western Alliance could send, then you are all doomed. I'm going to fucking break your body, rape your ass, and fuck your mind. By the time I'm done with you, you will be begging to tell me everything I want to know."
15:13 Kimura: I feel the smash between my shoulder blades, winding me again just as I start to regain some of my normal breathing. But this time it’s not as bad, the muscles across my shoulder and back cushioning some of the impact.
15:13 Kimura: I feel the figure four body lock closing in and I know this is bad. If the Russian can get me trapped I’ve got a real problem. As the lock starts to tighten, I lean forward and away from you, and then twisting as I throw myself back into your heaving chest, I land a vicious elbow to your jaw.
15:13 Kimura: “You’re not gonna do fuck,” I snarl, as I feel the warm sensation of blood on my elbow.
15:16 The_Russian_Hammer: I'm just about to lock that bodylock in, fully intending to break his fucking ribs and cave his hard muscled core in, I'm just beginning to position myself to lock up his head in a sleeper choke to seal his doom, when he suddenly throws himself backwards, and with my arms out of position, his elbow crunches savagely into my jaw.
15:18 The_Russian_Hammer: My head rocks brutally to the side, bright lights go off inside my skull, and I taste my own blood as my bell is well and truly rung. My body spasms involuntarily from the shot, my body lock beginning to loosen. The blow came this close to knocking me out, and my mind is fuzzy as blood drips on the floor of the lab. Instinctively I raise my arms, dumbly, woodenly to protect my head as I fight hard to regain control over my scattered senses and punch drunk consciousness. I think dumbly that I can't recall ever being hit quite so hard ever before.
15:26 Kimura: The body language is everything. I feel the Russian’s body momentarily go limp, knowing that my elbow to his jaw was a perfect strike. Your legs don’t get the opportunity to properly lock around my torso, and with the sweat and a bit of an opening, I’m able to swivel around to face you, my heaving torso now aligned on top of yours.
15:26 Kimura: I take the opportunity while you’re momentarily stunned to create some space, and then sitting back a little, I rise up, and begin throwing bombs at your head, using my own bodyweight and gravity itself to smash through your guard, with a renewed strength. A sadistic pleasure washing over me, I pummel through your guard, fists now spattered with blood.
15:27 Kimura: “Let’s just see who get’s broken fucker,” I growl as I continue the assault.
15:30 The_Russian_Hammer: As I begin to piece together the broken bits and pieces of my foggy punch drunk mind, I dumbly feel your hard, sweaty muscle swivel around inside my lock to face me, rolling me over onto my back in the process. Danger signals start firing on all cylinders as I recognize the deadly threat of this position and my condition.
15:37 The_Russian_Hammer: Instinctively, on pure muscle memory alone, my legs adjusted, fighting to keep control over this heavily tatted bearded hard man with muscles carved out of solid granite. Heavy bombs start raining down onto my head, the blows coming with such pure power they blast past my guard. A fist smashes into my nose, with a crunch as it breaks, blood beginning to stream down my face into my beard.
15:37 The_Russian_Hammer: Pain knifes through my skull as another fist smashes through my guard, slamming me into my left eye, causing it to swell and blacken instantly. I can feel my consciousness start to fade with each blow.
15:38 The_Russian_Hammer: Then another fist snakes in, to tag me in my jaw with brutal force. The blow rocks me, and suddenly, I spit up a blob of blood, mixed in with one of my teeth.
15:40 The_Russian_Hammer: I don't know how I manage it, but on the verge of being KO'd, I somehow find the strength, the will, the training, the fortitude to reach deep down and fight back. So much depends on me right here, right now, the future of the Red Fist could hinge on this fight. The Western Alliance has sent one of their absolute toughest, bad ass Commandos to stop us dead in our tracks. I can't, won't allow that to happen. I will BREAK him. Suddenly, between one heavy fist and the next....
15:41 The_Russian_Hammer: I open my guard, pull my knee back, and uncoil my massive quad like a tightly wound spring, delivering all that force to smash my heavy boot up directly up towards the underside of your bearded jaw as you hover over me preparing to pound me into dog meat.
15:47 Kimura: The sensation of smashing this thug’s face in is brutally satisfying. I can see the damage being inflicted with each blow. Hear it. I can fucking feel it as I connect.
15:47 Kimura: And then the boot connects. Perhaps through getting tired or the sweat, I’m not fast enough to respond to the movement in your legs and it’s too late.
15:48 Kimura: Your boot connects with my jaw with a crunch. I feel my head snap back as a searing white light flashes through my skull, blinding me. Time stands still. I’m vaguely aware of falling backwards, but like in a dream or maybe under water. And then a searing pain through my skull as it hits a bench behind me, and I slump sideways to the floor.
15:51 The_Russian_Hammer: I feel my boot connect, I feel the crunch and the sudden cessation of bombs trying to beat me into a pulp, but I don't move. I just lay there, blood gushing out of my broken nose, choking a bit on the blood in my mouth. Finally, after long moments, my brain begins to work again, and with a groan, I turn to my side, and spit up more blood.
15:55 The_Russian_Hammer: I reach out and grab the top of one of the lab benches, and pull myself unsteadily up to my feet, my left eye starting to swell to the point where I can barely see out of it as I catch a glimpse of my face in the reflective stainless steel bench top, my nose is pointing off to the side, clearly broken. Nonstop pain knifes through my skull, and instinctively, I embrace the pain, welcome it.
15:58 The_Russian_Hammer: I turn to face the hard-muscled, alpha tough, badass elite commando sent to stop our work. A fiery determination boils up inside me, as I see him slumped sideways on the floor next to a bench. But I can see he's starting to groan and move. Grunting, I cover the distance between us in three big strides, cocking my heavy combat boot, and sending it down looking to drive the steel-toed tip of my boot like a piledriver into the middle of his sharp-cut tatooed warrior abs.
16:03 Kimura: It’s hard to see. I feel like I have an axe in my skull. My blurred vision can just make out the shadow of the enormous Russian coming towards me, his hulking frame closing in towards me.
16:03 Kimura: I try to create space but my body is not responding well. I know he is lining up for something, but what?
16:03 Kimura: Your boot connects with my abs. With only a split second to process what’s happening, I start to brace, but not with enough intent, and the boot finds its mark brutally, as I groan loud and cough, my guts feeling re-arranged. I grasp at your leg, clutching into space….
16:07 The_Russian_Hammer: My boot sinks deep into those armoured abs like an armour piercing missile, penetrating and overcoming the thick, dense fibres of his heavy muscled ab bricks, sending him into a savage fit of spasms and coughs.
16:26 The_Russian_Hammer: My chest heaving, the blood dripping off my face down onto your hard, gasping muscle, I seize your left wrist as you reach out with it to clutch my leg, and with a grunt, I pin that wrist to the side of the lab benching, opening up your left side. Grunting, I drop down, driving my knee like a wrecking ball into your wide-open, muscled lats, targeting those left hand ribs, continuing to deal further damage to your core. Break a man's core... and you break his very ability to fight. I snarl out, "You should have stayed in Australia fucker.. They should have sent someone who can actually challenge me. I'm going to introduce you to whole new levels of agony and humiliation."
16:30 Kimura: I groan as the knee hits my ribs. Did I hear a crack? Pain pulsing now through my torso as well as my skull. I try to roll out of the way of the Russian but I have nowhere to go behing so close to the bench. I grit my teeth: “Suck my cock, Rusky.”
16:39 The_Russian_Hammer: I grunt as the Aussie SAS hard man mutters his defiance. I keep a tight hold onto his left wrist, keeping it pinned to the side of the bench with my left hand to disrupt his defense. I keep my left knee in position, sadistically grinding my knee into his injured left side. I think I might have cracked a rib.... let's turn it into a compound fracture. Then, with my right hand, I fire my fist down, my right bicep rippling with might as I target the left side of his wide open jaw, intending to return the beatdown I'd just received, in fucking spades. "When I'm done with you, you won't be sucking cock, that's for sure... I'm going to fucking beat you to a pulp, and keep you alive after I humiliate and break you, to let you see the consequences of your defeat and failure."
16:47 Kimura: The right hits my jaw and my head whips to the side. The fracture to my rib cage is now constricting my breathing. I struggle to break the grip on my left hand, my bicep bulging as I struggle against your brute strength.
16:47 Kimura: With my free right arm I summon some strength, landing a hook to your side, but I can feel my strength reserves fading…
16:59 The_Russian_Hammer: I feel that desperate hook slam into my side. I grunt, but the blow is lacking that hard, brutal power it once had. I snarl, "What's the matter, you fucking Aussie bastard? Running out of steam?" I haul you up with my grip on that left arm with a surge of hard muscle, leaning you back against the bench behind us, then, I spit in your face, right in your eye, a bloody wad of spit that splats into your dazed gaze.
17:00 The_Russian_Hammer: I cock my right fist, and unload a brutal right cross to your jaw, pinning you up against the bench with my knees digging into your thighs, not letting you collapse. I snarl, "You are the fucking best the Western Alliance could send?"
17:01 The_Russian_Hammer: Then, I unload another right cross hard into your jaw once more, not holding back, my massive fist smashing brutally into that jaw. "You are a fucking failure. A total waste of space."
17:03 The_Russian_Hammer: Then, I cock my right fist once more and bury it brutally into your left side with sadistic pleasure, and throw my left fist into your jaw, my arm rippling with strength, my bare chest heaving, coated in sweat, running down in rivulets between the thick hard curves of my Spetsnaz muscle. "Time to face the consequences of your failure, you mother fucking Australian piece of shit. You bring shame to your country men, you pathetic piece of crap."
17:06 Kimura: Each impact now feels like it is being delivered with a brick. “Oh I’m not the fucking best the West could send, Rusky,” I say as my lip bleeds, my teeth red. “I’m just some drunk they found who was stupid enough to come here. The real guys come next week. And the week after that. And the week after that.”
17:06 Kimura: I look you up and down, taking in that magnificent physique. “Better lay off the roids man, it’s making you angry.”
17:15 The_Russian_Hammer: I grin, "Just some drunk, huh? That is funny, very funny. Let them come.... and as they do, you'll be there to greet them as I surround you with their body bags." I reach out then, my face bloody and battered, and suddenly smash my fist forward, driving it into your Adam's apple with brutal, but not lethal, force. Then, into the opening that blow creates, I suddenly sink my forearm under your chin with my left arm, and wrap my right arm around behind your neck, clasping my elbows, and twisting to apply savage pressure into your carotid. I spit in your face again, with a bloody grin, "When you wake up, my SAS comrade, then the real fun begins."
17:21 Kimura: The blow to my Adam's apple feels like my throat has closed over and immediately I have trouble breathing. But before I can respond, the choke is on. I know straight away what the Russian is trying to achieve, as my carotids are targeted. I grasp at the arms, my forearms and biceps bulging to break the grip.
17:21 Kimura: In a desperate attempt I try to bring a knee up to your gut, to attack in some way to try and loosen the choke.
17:21 Kimura: But the choke is on, I know it. And I can tell you know it too. My breathing becomes laboured, and then the familiar blackness starts to creep in, from the outside at first, closing in towards the centre.
17:22 Kimura: “Fuck. You.”
17:22 Kimura: I sleep.
17:25 The_Russian_Hammer: When you wake up, your wrists and ankles are tightly manacled. You are hanging, suspended by your wrists, as chains reach up into the ceiling. Your ankles, they are likewise chained, the chains reaching down towards the floor, angled so that your legs are forced to split apart.
17:25 The_Russian_Hammer: In your face, you can see nothing but a hot, white spotlight shining in your eyes. You are buck naked, every strip of your gear removed.
17:26 The_Russian_Hammer: Your hard, tattoed torso, covered in bruises is exposed for my full viewing pleasure. You can barely see me in the corner of your eye as I circle around behind you.
17:27 The_Russian_Hammer: From behind you, I start to speak. "I beat you, my SAS comrade. When it mattered most, I defeated you, and you failed to overcome me. And now, I will break you."
17:28 The_Russian_Hammer: Suddenly, a lightning bolt of fire erupts across your broad muscled back as I lash you with a heavy bullwhip. "It's only a matter of time until your will to resist shatters, and you tell me everything."
17:28 The_Russian_Hammer: Then, another lightning bolt of fire sears into your back as I whip you again, crisscrossing the original lash.
17:33 Kimura: My body aches and I’m hanging. I’m naked. I can feel my thick cock dangling between my legs. My body is still wet from sweat.
17:33 Kimura: “I don’t know anything. You’re wasting your energy,” I grunt, finding it difficult to form words being hung up in this way.
17:33 Kimura: The whip across my back is indeed like a lightning bolt. Not expecting it, I cry out loudly, both through pain and shock, my back feeling like it has been torn to shreds already, me back instinctively arching away from the pain.
17:34 Kimura: Again the whip comes, but this time I hear the movement and brace, only releasing a strained whimper.
17:34 Kimura: “You’ve failed Hammer. You’ll never finish the serum. We’ll do it before you get even close.”
17:35 The_Russian_Hammer: I grunt, "Oh yes, you do know. You came here seeking our formula. That means you know what to look for, and that means you know exactly what the Western Alliance is up to. And before today is out, I will know as well. Because..."
17:36 The_Russian_Hammer: I swing my arm again, CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKkk creating a new savage welt criss crossing the other two. Then, I crack my arm again, not relenting, sending another burning streak of fire across the other three savage bullwhip welts.
17:37 The_Russian_Hammer: "... you are fucking going to tell me. We will finish the serum, with your help."
17:37 The_Russian_Hammer: Then, I come up behind you, and suddenly, there is a whir of machinery and your suspended, heaving, hard tattooed muscle slowly lowers down until you are nearly, but not quite touching the ground, some hidden mechanism adjusting the chains.
17:38 The_Russian_Hammer: My hands are suddenly around your waist, my fingers exploring the cracks and crevices of your hardened abs, roaming up your steel-cut muscle to caress your nipples, then down to fondle your thick cock and hairy balls.
17:39 The_Russian_Hammer: Then, I draw one hand back. I lean forward and whisper in your ear. "Prepare for pain, you fucking bastard. Allow a Spetsnaz to show an SAS man how to break." Then, with my hidden hand, I suddenly start rubbing the lashes criss crossing your back.
17:40 The_Russian_Hammer: It takes you only a moment to realize I'm rubbing handfuls of salt into the red, raw lashes!
17:43 Kimura: I’ve felt pain before. I’ve had the crap beaten out of me in street fights. Trained with the hardest regiments in the world. But all of those experiences seem to fade away instantly as the salt is literally rubbed into my wounds.
17:43 Kimura: Wailing, I again instinctively arch away from you, but of course it’s no good. I feel as though my flesh is being seared, or eaten alive, or torn from my body. Again I cry out, now unable to see as my eyes fill with painful, angry tears of defiance.
17:44 Kimura: Unable to speak, once more I cry out, my voice echoing around the cavernous space.
17:47 The_Russian_Hammer: Again, machinery whirs as my SAS captive cries out, screaming in new found agony as the salt burns into his wounds. The chains seem to be on rails in the near hemispherical chamber, rotating down and away until your body is hovering over the floor, and I'm standing behind you. You are at waist height for me now, your legs fully spread.
17:48 The_Russian_Hammer: You can feel something bouncing on your hard, muscled ass as I slap your ass with my 10" Russian rod.
17:49 The_Russian_Hammer: Suddenly, there is a sigh.... and a golden yellow stream of piss arcs up to splash down on your salt-encrusted lashings, adding a savage, burning dose of ammonia to the mix. "You see, my SAS comrade, you are my property now. Your body is good only for me to piss on or fuck. You are nothing. Your failure is total, and complete. You simply do not yet realize the full extent of how ..."
17:50 The_Russian_Hammer: Then, mid piss, with my other hand, I shove my index finger right up your ass in one brutal thrust.
17:50 The_Russian_Hammer: " ... utterly fucked you are."
17:53 Kimura: Again my back is seared, but this time in a different way, as though it is hit with acid. Again I cry out, but this time in a low guttural growl as I attempt to take this latest punishment.
17:53 Kimura: The finger in my ass jolts me, and again instinctively I try to arch away from you, hanging in this captive state.
17:54 Kimura: “Do what you like, Rusky,” I grunt through gritted teeth, panting. “I don’t know anything. It’ll get you nowhere.”
17:56 The_Russian_Hammer: "On the contrary, it will get me everywhere. Because you do know. Oh yes, you do. And before tonight is out, your weakness will shine through, and you will tell me. You are fucked."
17:56 The_Russian_Hammer: I ram my finger in, driving it in to loosen up that ass. Then, there is another whir of machinery, and suddenly the chains holding your ankles spread wider and wider and wider....
17:57 The_Russian_Hammer: Forcing your legs to split right to the limit, taking you to the very edge of your flexibility, and preventing you from clenching your ass shut.
17:58 The_Russian_Hammer: I position my cock right against your asshole, standing between your legs. I grunt, "I've never fucked an Australian SAS man before. I'm looking forward to this." I reach down under your body, and grab your cock, holding it tight in my grip as I thrust forward.
17:58 The_Russian_Hammer: Impaling you on my Russian rod in one smooth thrust, forcing my way into your ass with a roar that echoes off the ceiling of this torture chamber.
18:04 Kimura: Your cock enters my ass savagely and I cry out, throwing my head back at this new form of torture. I instinctively try to clench my ass, but the chains make it impossible, and I am utterly defenceless.
18:05 Kimura: And then the ultimate betrayal. I feel my cock thickening as your own thick cock invades my hole. Growing and standing to full attention, all nine inches upright, this part starts to break me, my body giving in in a way that is fucking humiliating.
18:05 Kimura: I open my mouth and yell: in pain, in torture, in humiliation.
18:07 The_Russian_Hammer: My hand feels your rod stiffen as my invading Russian manhood begins smashing into your prostate, causing you to react involuntarily. I lean forward, casually rubbing piss and salt into the lashes covering your back as I growl in your ear, "You are my bitch. Even your body knows who it's master is. You are weak. Fucking pathetic. A true man, a true warrior would never shame himself by allowing his captor to arouse him. I will milk you dry. I will take your last shreds of dignity and manhood from you. You belong to me. Your seed is mine. Your ass is mine. Your body is mine, and your will is going to shatter, and you will..."
18:08 The_Russian_Hammer: I hammer in harder, faster, targeting your prostate in a series of violent, savage thrusts.
18:08 The_Russian_Hammer: My hand on your rod begins to pump it with even, measured strokes, working my defeated captives' thick cock with the same level of experitise I bring to every task I perform.
18:08 The_Russian_Hammer: "... talk"
18:12 Kimura: My cock now leaks and my body is convulsing as I’m comprehensively owned by the Russian.
18:13 Kimura: I throw my head back and wail once more, sounding like a wounded beast, finally giving in to the inevitable, being taken by the predator.
18:14 Kimura: Your thick cock drives against the walls of my hole and I can’t help but buck as my prostate is attacked.
18:16 The_Russian_Hammer: The way to crack the confidence of a powerful alpha male was to take away his self-control. And there was no better way to shatter the self-control of a true alpha, and there was no doubt that my SAS comrade was a true alpha, then to force him to lose control over his own manhood.
18:17 The_Russian_Hammer: My massive Russian rod pounded him non stop, raping his hole, as I deliberaterly tore my cock from side to side, almost gyrating, in order to rip his ass wider, to increase the pain this was causing. I did not want him to have any pleasure. This orgasm he would experience was all about humiliation, not pleasure.
18:18 The_Russian_Hammer: I savage targeted his prostate with brutal thrust after brutal thrust, and my hand worked his rod with the same measured, even strokes designed to shatter the self control of the strongest of men.
18:19 The_Russian_Hammer: I growled in him, "You realize that you will cum .... you will spill your seed ... and that will be the first step on the road to surrendering to me.... once you have the taken that step.. the next will get easier and easier... the pain will grow and grow... and your weakness will assert itself. In the end, you will betray the entire Western Alliance, your friends, your comrades, your nation, simply to make the pain stop because you are fucking pathetic."
18:25 Kimura: The torture of my ass is extreme. This total humiliation by the Russian, savagely attacking my hole, every thrust finding new ways to probe.
18:25 Kimura: And then the ultimate humiliation. My balls begin to churn. And despite the savage pain to my body, and the invasion by the Russian, my whole body bucks uncontrollably.
18:25 Kimura: With a giant roar, huge white ropes form parabolic arcs across the room, tears of angry humiliation in my eyes, my body consumed and owned by this beast.
18:27 The_Russian_Hammer: I grin, broad and wide as your body tenses, shudders, then suddenly, as I knew it would, erupts, firing your Aussie SAS seed across the room like a machine gun. Spilling your alpha seed against your will.. the ultimate rape of an alpha such as yourself.
18:28 The_Russian_Hammer: My balls are boiling, on the verge of eruption, then, with monumental self control, I pull myself back from the brink. The eruption of my SAS captive, his humiliation, his rape nearly pushed me over the edge, but I pulled back. I wasn't ready to cum... yet. That would wait.
18:28 The_Russian_Hammer: And it would 'Hammer' home the lesson about who was in control.
18:29 The_Russian_Hammer: I step back, watching your shaking chained muscle, hovering in midair, suspended by the chains. It was time. "Splendid. Do you see how easy that was to acknowledge my control over you, my SAS comrade? Your body knows it's master. It is me. Soon your mind will follow the path forged by your bitched balls."
18:31 The_Russian_Hammer: More machinery whirred and suddenly the chains began to lift and rotate, once more dragging your body back to an upright position. I walked around to your front, looking you over, every inch of your tattooed, hard heroic muscle quivering in the chains.
18:31 The_Russian_Hammer: I reached up with one finger and brushed away the tears of angry humiliation running down your cheeks to lose themselves in your beard. I tasted it, and grinned. "Salty, isn't it?"
18:32 The_Russian_Hammer: Then, more machinery whirred and the chains started to retract backwards, pulling your body back, until.....
18:32 The_Russian_Hammer: Suddenly, the small of your spine banged against a metal pole.
18:32 The_Russian_Hammer: But...
18:33 The_Russian_Hammer: The chains didn't stop. They kept retracting, pulling your legs backwards, and your thick, hard muscled tattoed arms backwards, forcing your entire body to begin contorting backwards over that metal pole.
18:34 The_Russian_Hammer: The pressure built to new, savage, agonizing levels of pain in your shoulders, your spine, your hips, as your body was slowly being bent in two. The pain was constant and unrelenting. "Tell me, my SAS comrade, where is the lab where the Western Alliance is developing their serum?"
18:36 Kimura: My body is now broken, I have no resistance left. I stare straight ahead as you taunt my salty tears.
18:36 Kimura: Now being contorted, I say nothing, wondering if this is how I will die.
18:36 Kimura: Apart from the panting, I remain silent.
18:38 The_Russian_Hammer: "What, no more taunts? No more tough words of defiance?" I walk around to the front of your contorted body. You cannot see what I am doing, but soon it will be obvious.
18:39 The_Russian_Hammer: I carry in my hand a 50 KG kettlebell, and in the other, I carry a pair of handcuffs. I attach the handcuffs to the base of your cock and balls, ratcheting them tightly shut, then on the other end, I attach it to the 50 KG kettlebell.
18:40 The_Russian_Hammer: I slowly lower the kettlebell, introducing the weight gradually, bit by bit, "Tell me, my SAS comrade, how much weight can a man's balls take? Before they are torn off his body? Shall we find out tonight?"
18:41 The_Russian_Hammer: Then, I step back and observe the result, as the heavy kettlebell swings lightly from your rapidly swelling and purpling balls.
18:45 Kimura: I feel the handcuffs clamp around my cock and balls. The Russian has gone fucking crazy, I think to my self in my haze.
18:45 Kimura: But then I feel the weight being applied. More and more. The pressure enourmous. My cock stretch unnaturally as I feel tearing around the base and to my sac.
18:45 Kimura: I scream out, a blood curdling scream. “PLEASE! PLEASE! STOP! YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY.”
18:48 The_Russian_Hammer: I snarl, "YOU WANT ME TO STOP? YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING STOP? IS THAT WHAT THEY TAUGHT YOU WHEN YOU TRAINED TO SERVE YOUR COUNTRY IN THE SAS? THEY TAUGHT YOU HOW TO SAY PLEASE STOP? YOU ARE A FUCKING DISGRACE TO YOUR REGIMENT, TO YOUR NATION, TO THE ENTIRE WESTERN ALLIANCE. I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHERE THAT LAB IS, I WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU PROVE YOUR WEAKNESS BY BETRAYING THE FREE WORLD TO THE RED FIST!"
18:49 The_Russian_Hammer: Then, I reach out with my left hand and savagely grab your cock, lifting it, and the dangling 50 KG kettlebell up, to expose your savagely swelling nuts.
18:50 The_Russian_Hammer: My right hand makes a fist, and I slam it forward, brutally into those savagely tortured nuts, feeling the balls get ground back against your pubic bone, even as the weight dangles from them, compounding the agony.
18:50 The_Russian_Hammer: "YOU"
18:50 The_Russian_Hammer: BAMMMMMMMMMMmmm another fist smashes into those swelling nuts... threatening your very manhood.
18:50 The_Russian_Hammer: "WILL"
18:51 The_Russian_Hammer: CRUNCHHHHHHHHHHHH another right fist smashes your SAS Australian babymakers with unrelenting savagery.
18:51 The_Russian_Hammer: "TALK!"
18:55 Kimura: The blows to my nuts are a new level of cruelty, pain sending shockwaves through my body in such a way that I’m unable to even scream or wail or cry out. All consuming, shocking, pure pain.
18:55 Kimura: I gather myself as best I can to stop the assault.
18:56 Kimura: “Geneva,” I croak. “The facility is in… Geneva, at the CERN complex”. My breath is shaky and unstable. “It’s in an ante-chamber of a decommissioned accelerator. It’s in Geneva.”
18:56 Kimura: I slump.
19:01 The_Russian_Hammer: I grin, and wait. The orders had already gone out, and a strike team had been assembled, my most elite trusted guards had been standing by, waiting for the word. The research team had known that the final compound would have to emit a very specific wavelength of radiation, but though they had scoured the earth, they could not find it's signature. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack. With one order, the Red Fist's secret satellite, masquerading as a telecomms satellite, turned it's gaze on Geneva. The confirmation came back at once to my earpiece, it was there. The strike team launched at once. We needed to attack now, before the Western Alliance had any idea we had captured and broken their Commando.
19:02 The_Russian_Hammer: Gently, I unlocked and let drop the heavy kettlebell from your balls. Machinery whirred, and the terrible pressure threatening to shatter your spine eased.
19:03 The_Russian_Hammer: The chains shifted, and your body slowly rotated down so you were looking up at me. I straddled your heavily muscled tattooed chest then. And, with a smile, I casually smashed you in your jaw so hard it knocked you out cold.
A FEW HOURS LATER
19:03 The_Russian_Hammer: I had been following the surprise strike anxiously, while medics tended to the cuts and contusions decorated my face, courtesy of my brutal fight with the Aussie SAS Commando, resetting my broken nose. But it went off without a hitch… I had defeated and broken their man so fast that they had not had a chance to even suspect that he might have failed. They were totally unprepared as our elite teams rapidly penetrated the lightly defended facility. They had deliberately kept security light, not wanting to take the risk of attracting attention by setting up heavy defenses. And it had to be at the CERN complex, they needed the CERN complex to generate the final compound for the serum, as I would discover later.
19:03 The_Russian_Hammer: They slaughtered the guards and scientists, and secured the compound, returning with it. Our own researchers took possession of the final component excitedly, and rapidly completed the serum. They invited me into the lab to receive the dose.
19:03 The_Russian_Hammer: And now, I was ready. Ready to claim my destiny. I stood ram rod straight, my thick, hairy herculean, combat-forged Spetsnaz muscle on display as the researcher injected me with the serum in my right shoulder. I take a massive breath as suddenly my powerful muscles begin to ripple and flood with a new found strength. I throw back my head and ROARRRRRRRRR, a primal sound echoing through the lab. My cock suddenly grows to its full 10 inches, engorged and pulsing with a wild savage power. My muscles, already honed into the very peak of human performance, thicken further, the fibres of my Spetsnaz muscle becoming impossibly dense and impossibly powerful. The process is painful, as though every cell in my body is on fire. But I do not resist the pain, I welcome it, and roar... then roar again.
13:00 The_Russian_Hammer: In agony and ecstasy, I stand locked like a statue, my body rippling with new might, the gift of the serum we had worked so hard to develop.
13:02 The_Russian_Hammer: I step forward, feeling suddenly as though I were light as air. I gave an experimental leap, and suddenly rocketed up towards the distant ceiling of the lab. I extended my hand in shock, and dented the steel ceiling of the lab as I pushed myself back down. I landed back on the floor of the lab in wonder. The research team looked at me, gaping in astonishment. I looked at my hand. Not a scratch on it. I felt my new power, my new muscles, and I throbbed with health, vitality, and new found power. I flexed my bicep.
13:03 The_Russian_Hammer: I wondered at the vast new size and girth of my arm, the bicep forming a peak of power, harder than steel. I gaped at it, then kissed it, feeling a sense of lust for my own new found body. I looked down at my chest and abs, what was the body of a greek god before, was now the body of a greek Titan, thicker, richer, harder, stronger, denser, more sharp cut. I grinned. It was time now to reward the man who had given us the final key to our victory. My Australian SAS comrade would receive his reward. I returned to the torture chamber.
19:04 The_Russian_Hammer: You woke up again, almost in the exact same position as when I had left you.
19:05 The_Russian_Hammer: I grin, looking down at you, "How does it feel, knowing that you have betrayed the entire Western Alliance?" Suddenly, I reach out, and grab your chains, and with a surge of heavy muscle, I yank each one, ripping it from it's anchor point, with chunks of concrete raining down.
19:05 The_Russian_Hammer: It was clear that I was now far stronger than I had been.
19:06 The_Russian_Hammer: One by one I ripped the chains free, then knelt, my knees pinning your shoulders to the ground.
19:06 The_Russian_Hammer: "Now, my SAS comrade, you will learn to suck my cock, as payment for betraying your friends, as payment for your weakness."
19:11 Kimura: I’m confused. What’s happened? I’m in agony so this can’t be a weird nightmare. Why is he is so strong? I can feel his strength pinning me. I have none. Is it possible? Has he already completed the serum.
19:11 Kimura: Your knees pin my shoulders to the ground. Up close your quads are enormous, bulding and defined and hairy.
19:11 Kimura: But it’s your cock and balls that are in my direct line of site. An enormous 10 inch rod with low hanging nuts that now takes up almost all of my vision. The same cock that had mercilessly rammed earlier.
19:12 Kimura: With no resistance left, I part my lips, shutting my eyes tight as I let the giant spear enter my hot mouth, my tongue running along the shaft, and allowing the Russian to fuck way into my throat.
19:13 The_Russian_Hammer: I skull fuck the beaten SAS Commando, raping him savagely and brutally with my cock reaming out his throat. I have to control my strength now, I could literally kill him by skull fucking him if I am not careful.
19:15 The_Russian_Hammer: I snarl the entire time, "You are a failure. Pathetic. Weak. Useless. Defeated. You were the key to my victory. Our strike team swooped in, and caught them with their pants down. We slaughtered the defenders and stole the missing compound. I took the serum not an hour ago. And now... there is no one that can stand against me, thanks to your help. I will target Australia first. I will hunt down and subjugate your homeland. A nation that produces such utter weaklings as yourself does not deserve it's sovereignty."
19:16 The_Russian_Hammer: As I mock you, and humiliate you, I finally remove all restraint on my balls, and ROAR as my hands reach down and cruelly dig into your thick biceps and shoulders, and pecs, my fingers ravaging and crushing your steel hard muscle as though it were playdough.
19:16 The_Russian_Hammer: And my balls boil, then EXPLODE.
19:16 The_Russian_Hammer: Filling your gullet to overflowing with my conquering seed.
19:19 Kimura: The Russian’s taunts become drowned out as I lose myself to another savage brutalization. Over and over his giant cock penetrates my throat as I gag. I try to feebly grab his thighs for some relief but he is too strong.
19:19 Kimura: And then the flood. Hot salty waves burst forth into my throat and mouth as the Russian fucks through his orgasm. The seed escapes my mouth and runs down my cheeks, as I’m claimed once again.
19:20 The_Russian_Hammer: I stand up, ripping my cock out of your mouth, calling the guards. "Take him.. Use him for your pleasure as a reward for your loyal service. I go now to make our plans."
END
Published: 2021-07-13, viewed 178 times.
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