Superverse

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Sergeant Tyler Johnson entered the slick, shiny lab with an appreciative whistle. It had been quite a while since he’d been here. They’d done the place up some since his last visit. The technicians looked up from their workstations, and the look of awe on their faces made him uncomfortable. It always did. He would never get used to the celebrity that he had become. There were times when he wished he was back in the Marine Corps, shooting what his Sergeant told him to shoot. Life had been simpler then. But … he had to admit, it wasn’t nearly as exciting.

And the toys he got to play with now were way more interesting. And of course… being able to bench press 4000 pounds and take a bullet without flinching had it’s benefits. He gave the technicians his trademark salute, snapping it off with a friendly grin and a bit of flare. He never let his discomfort at being the center of attention show.

He’d had many talks with Colonel Curt Thompson about how to deal with the public. Tyler would never forget the Colonel’s words after he complained about the unwanted celebrity., “Son.. You may not like it, but you are a symbol of hope to these people. You offer us the best hope to end this war with Russia. You aren’t just a grunt anymore, Tyler. You are something more. In the eyes of the people, you are a hero. In private, you can sit and wish you were still just a Jarhead, but in public, you can’t afford that. Morale, Tyler, is a very ephemeral thing. And yet… morale can turn the tide of a war. You have a natural charisma combined with talents and gifts that other men can only dream of. Use them all, Tyler. On the battlefield and off.”

He scanned the lab, looking for Dr. Maverick, the genius behind the newest generation of super soldier serum that had turned the tide of this war. His eyes glanced over complicated racks and banks of equipment with a purpose he couldn’t begin to understand. Despite everything that had happened over the last two years, he still thought of himself as a simple grunt. As his eyes scanned over the assorted technicians and staff, one or two of them caught his eye. His balls churned with a surge of lust that he had grown used to. He was, almost perpetually, horny. A side effect of the serum. He’d learned to live with it. If someone had asked him what the hardest part of being a super soldier was, he’d have said, without a doubt, being blue-balled all the time. It had been about three months since he’d last shot his wad, here in this lab in fact, at the request of Dr. Maverick. The problem was that when he came, he’d be weak as a kitten for about an hour, a side effect of how the serum worked. And when a man is at war, he can’t afford to take that risk. Some of his fellow super soldiers weren’t quite as disciplined. There were four in total.

Dr. Maverick had tried to explain to him why there were so few of them. Not only was the serum expensive, each dose cost nearly as much as the GDP of a small nation, it only worked on men that matched a very specific and very rare genetic profile. As if that weren’t enough, the serum also required that the subject be in the age range of 18 - 22. Just after puberty, but before growth had entirely stopped. It hadn’t made much sense to Tyler, but he had nodded as if he’d understood. Of course, the older generation of serums, which the Russians still used, were not quite as expensive, nor as selective, but they were also much less effective. So much so that before long, there wouldn’t be any Russian super soldiers left to worry about.

It’s not that Tyler was stupid, he was actually a brilliant tactician and a natural leader, it’s just that his mental gifts were not scientifically inclined. He spied Dr. Maverick on the other side of the room and with a confident, powerful stride he made his way through the lab. As he passed one of the technicians, he reached out and touched his arm. He turned to Tyler, speaking in almost a shy voice, “Captain America… Could you.. Sign your autograph? It’s for my son… He’s a massive fan of yours. Worships the ground you walk on. It would mean so much to him.” With a friendly smile Tyler reaches out and takes the notepad and the proffered pen. “Sure pal. What’s your son’s name?” The technician responded, “Bobby! And thank you!”

With a quick scrawl, Tyler signed the notepad with what had started as a joke, but all too soon had become a name that had stuck. It had been embarrassing at first. He wasn’t even a Captain, and he didn’t carry a shield, nor did he run around in red, white and blue spandex. But after his first mission… where he had single-handedly saved a battalion of besieged American infantry, and killed three Russian super soldiers, he had been hailed as a hero, ‘Captain America’ he was now.

Finally he made his way to Dr. Maverick. “Hey doc, reporting as ordered!” Dr. Maverick grinned at him, “At ease Captain. This won’t take long. I’ve tweaked the formula based on the last sample from you and the other boys.” Dr. Maverick always called the squad of super soldiers ‘boys’. He never even thought twice about it. And Tyler remembered that sample all too well… He squirmed, a bit embarrassed by it. But hell, it had been for a good cause, and Tyler had been, as he always was, MONUMENTALLY horny. Dr. Maverick continued, “I’m hoping with this new batch to increase bone density by 2.2%, and a further increase in muscle density of 3.1%. I’m betting that you’ll be breaking the 4000 pound barrier not long after.” Tyler grinned at him. He liked that idea. Even before he made it through the grueling selection process to try out the new serum, he’d always been a musclehead. Always craved to push his body to the limit, always wanted to lift just that bit more. “Sounds great Doc! Sign me up!”

Dr. Maverick nodded, “All right Captain, let’s get you stripped and then strapped in.” He pointed out the heavy-duty table just a few feet away. Tyler nodded, with a grunt. This part was the part he wasn’t too keen on. I mean… having a massive, diamond tipped hyperdermic needle inserted in your fucking balls was not exactly the kind of thing a man looked forward to, was it?

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But obediently, Tyler stripped off his gear, his combat boots, fatigues, and olive-green t-shirt, revealing the steel-cabled ultra-dense combat-forged hard-muscled physique that had made him famous. The muscle that had turned the tide of the war.

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He lay down on the table. He let Dr. Maverick and the techs strap him in. The straps were made of high-strength carbon-fibre straps, bolted to a solid steel alloy frame. If he wanted to, he could break out, but the straps weren’t meant to keep him imprisoned, just to control his involuntary flailing when the serum started to take effect.

He laid back, and closed his eyes as Dr. Maverick’s calm voice guided him. “That’s right Captain… easy does it.” He heard the loud whir and click as the gantry lowered the hypodermic diamond-tipped needle down towards his naked balls. He felt that shiver of dread as the needle came closer. They needed a specially designed apparatus just to safely penetrate the skin of his nutsac. It was, like for any man, a very spot. But for a super soldier like Tyler, vulnerability was relative. He gritted his teeth as the needle made contact with his right ball. A lightning bolt of white hot burning agony suddenly erupted from his ball like a frag grenade. All his veins caught fire, and pain knifed through his brain. There was no painkiller available that would work on his metabolism. Any conventional drug would be metabolized so quickly that it would have no effect. So he endured. And then… the mental trip began. Another side effect of administering the serum. Sometimes it brought about an instant dream state… or sometimes it triggered a flashback.

Suddenly, Tyler was leaping out of the chopper, about 100 hundred feet above their target. They had kept low to avoid detection by radar. This was it. If they pulled off this raid, then the Russians would lose the ability to manufacture one of the key compounds of the super soldier serum. The loss of this lab would put an end to the already dwindling number of Russian super soldiers. Without the ability to recruit and transform new super soldiers, they would quickly lose this war. With both sides having the technology to counter nuclear strikes as well as conventional military force, the war had stalemated. Had transformed from a war of armies and bombs to one of quick strikes by elite super soldiers. Since Dr. Maverick had perfected the next generation of super soldier serum, the new squad of American super soldiers had outclassed their Russian counterparts, turning the tide of the war. And now, Captain America was ready to knock them out of the war with one final raid.

He and his comrades leapt out of the chopper, plummeting one hundred feet down to the top-secret Russian lab whose location had only just been discovered. Tyler led the way, jumping first. He wore a simple pair of combat boots, camouflage fatigues, and a camouflage battle top. Body armor wasn’t needed. His own ultra-dense muscle was better than any armor current technology could produce. He was armed with a diamond-tipped combat knife, with a core of titanium alloy. Ironically, a knife was one of the few weapons capable of injuring another super soldier. Any weapon powerful enough to do serious harm to a super soldier would be so bulky and unwieldy as to make it impractical. But a knife.. Tipped with diamond, and wielded by another super soldier, could do some damage.

Grunting, he saw the flash of muzzle fire below him. A high-powered anti-material sniper rifle wielded by a Russian trooper fired, and the bullet slammed into his right pec. One of the most powerful rifles around, even so, the bullet only penetrated about an inch into his thick, ultra dense pec. The pain was savage, and blood ran down his chest, but he was alive. Shortly after, he coiled in his legs like a spring and angled his body as he came in, driving his boot heels into the corrugated roof of the guard post, ripping it to pieces, landing on the top of the wall surrounding the compound, in the middle of the two guards. His comrades landed at other parts of the base. They all knew the plan.

Tyler moved with blurring speed, his reflexes and agility responding faster than the eye could follow. With one precise strike of his left fist, he smashed one guard in the face so hard his head caved in and his body went hurtling over the wall of the compound, while with his right, he drew his knife and effortlessly impaled the other guard in the chest, the blade penetrating his body to emerge between his shoulder blades.

Tyler turned and leapt down to the ground. Other guards fired their weapons at him, but he was moving so fast it was hard to get a bead on him, and the few bullets that found him hurt about as much as a pellet gun. He reached his target, a heavy steel door guarding the entrance to the main facility. He heard his other comrades moving in, providing him cover so he could focus on gaining entry. He grunted, and wedged his fingers in between the seal of the door and the frame. He took a deep breath, gathered his strength, then with a loud, roar flexed his core till every brick of his ab wall turned harder than concrete. He planted his boots firmly, as the strength radiated out from his awesomely powerful core in a ripple of super human might, his muscle flexing and bulging with all his strength, veins popping out, the cords on his neck standing out in full relief. His biceps bulged, the seams of his t-shirt ripping as he poured everything into tearing this door off. The door was clearly meant to withstand a super soldier… but Tyler didn’t know that. The door began to groan and shriek in metallic protest, as the moments past… Finally, with a rending scream of tearing metal, the door ripped free.

It must have weighed almost a thousand pounds, but Tyler tossed it aside effortlessly. His chest heaving, sweat coating his pumped muscle he ran inside, and suddenly found himself flying across the massive room, hurtling head over heels to smash against the far concrete wall with a sickening crunch that sent cracks radiating out from the impact point. He crumpled to the floor, dazed. He touched his head, to feel a small trickle of blood. He fought to his feet, just in time to see an enraged Russian super soldier, clearly tasked with defending the base running towards him.

The fight was a blur to Tyler… a savage dance of blow and counter-blow. This soldier was strong… Stronger than any other Russian he had faced yet. And not only was he strong, he was skilled. Trained at hand to hand combat to an elite level. Time and time again, the Russian had blocked his strikes, diverted his knife thrusts, and more than once managed to demonstrate superior technique, tossing him against the wall again and again. The concrete wall was covered in cracks. Tyler had gotten in his share of throws as well, demonstrating his own well-honed skills at hand to hand combat.

Finally, both super soldiers were nearing exhaustion from the long battle. They found themselves just outside the main entrance to the facility. Tyler groaned, got up, and grabbed the discarded steel door. The Russian charged, and Tyler tossed the door with a surge of sheer muscle like a frisbee, nailing the Russian mid-leap in a perfectly timed maneuver. The Russian was brutally driven back into the huge room just inside the facility. Tyler leapt on top of him. The blow had hurt the Russian badly, he was bleeding out of his mouth. They grappled, but despite his injury the Russian managed to get on top of Tyler, draw his blade, and drove the tip into his armored abs.

In the flashback, Tyler once more felt the incredible sensation and sight of the Russian’s massive arm flexed with savage power as the blade slowly sank between the interstitial muscles of his abs, bit by bit. Tyler had reached up to grab the Russian’s arm, his own muscles flexing and rippling with desperate power to stop the plunging blade. The pain was excruciating, but Tyler roared, even as the blade had sunk nearly an inch into the ultra-dense muscles of his core, his body suddenly tightened with a surge of renewed might. Everything was on the line. He COULD not fail. Too much was at stake. Too many people depended on him. He wasn’t going to let them down. Digging deep, he forced himself to find the power to resist. His arms bulged like the guns of a battleship, and the Russian super soldier found himself at a standstill, despite his superior position.

With a roar, Tyler bucked, and tossed the Russian off him. The force of Tyler’s bucking motion was so strong the Russian was literally flung across the chamber to smash into a steel pillar head first. He fell backwards dazed… dropping to his knees, his head ringing. Tyler strode up behind him, planted his boot in the small of the Russian’s back, reached over his head to grab his chin, and with every muscle in his body grimly focused, rippling with power, Captain America slowly pulled back on the Russian’s head. The Russian flailed, his arms swinging, but he had no leverage to resist.

Captain America kept pulling backwards on the Russian’s chin. Further and further, until the Russian was bent practically in two. Tyler’s massive muscles quivered and shook with the strain of contorting the Russian super soldier’s ultra strong frame in this manner. But eventually, their eyes met… And the Russian knew it was over. There was a sickening CRACKKKKKKK as the Russian’s neck broke, the strain too much for even his ultra strong skeletal frame. Tyler stood up, sweaty, and covered in blood. He placed the special explosive charge at the main pillar, and made his escape.

This was the turning point in the war. Now, there would be no more new Russian super soldiers. The end was finally in sight. Then, the flashback faded… and he heard Dr. Maverick’s voice whispered in his ear. “Wake up Captain… the procedure is finished.”

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Sweat beaded on Captain Ivan Popov’s brow, his black beret which normally absorbed it removed in favor of nothing but his buzzed black hair. The ventilation duct was tight for a man of his size and stature so he had elected to remove it before climbing in. 6’2” and 220 pounds of battle hardened muscle that 8 years ago had been converted into something beyond human. He was the last of his kind in all of Russia. He knew it and so did the Americans. Russia’s ability to remain competitive with their Western rival lay in the balance with this mission.

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His team was coming into the lab from all sides in groups of 2. Ivan was outfit in black combat gear like the rest of them but it wasn’t necessary. None of the men in this building could hurt him. These were scientists and geeks, the men who had made him. But they would be defenseless against him.

The best of the best of the GRU accompanied him - 16 in total. The mission was too important. Behind him, in the duct, was Sergeant Dmitri Putin. He had joined the Spetsnaz just six months ago, straight from the General Staff Academy, the most prestigious military institution in Mother Russia. Many joked he looked like Ivan’s son, their builds and looks both similar even if Dmitri kept his hair slightly longer and lacked the body art. That was where the similarities ended. Dmitri was a quiet soldier. Brutal and calculated in his training but still just human.

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Truth be told, Dmitri’s presence here didn’t matter. Nor did the other 14 men. Ivan would be the reason the mission succeeded or failed. His ear piece beeped three short times, then a long extended one. When it ended, he heard the commotion start. At that moment, the 14 GRU agents launched their assault on the building. Guns fired. Bangs echoed into the ventilation duct, screams could be heard. “The Russians are here! Secure the work!” Ivan and Dmitri waited patiently, hidden in the floor duct.

The sounds continued to fade as the plan had been for the Russians to engage on the far side of the subterranean laboratory to draw people away from the target. They got in through a hidden duct system, enabled by their tech nerds back in Moscow to enter the building undetected, cameras and sensors hacked and failing to alert anyone to their presence. Ivan and Dmitri had taken the long route climbing quietly through what seemed like 2 miles of ducts before getting to the final destination. Ivan grabbed the grate and with ease pushed it up and out. The grate had been secured with eight 4 inch steel bolts but a man like Ivan devoured even these with ease. He climbed up and moved to the side as alarms started to sound, lights dimming as strobes continued to pulse. Dmitri was beside him in seconds and the two moved quickly through the office they entered and into the hallway.

They sprinted left down the hall, the map of the laboratory committed to memory and knowing that because they started on this side of the building, their journey to their target would be short. As they hit the corner leading to the target, they ran straight into a man in a lab coat who was sprinting the opposite way. The scientist slammed into Ivan’s chest and fell backward as the Russian quickly grabbed him by the throat. He squeezed hard and easily lifted him up, spinning and driving him straight into the concrete wall lining the hallway. Ivan kept him pinned to the wall, looking into his eyes even as he saw in his periphery the name on the coat. Maverick. Ivan knew this man and his significance, the role he played in shaping Ivan’s life as a Russian super soldier even if they had never met. He held Maverick up against the wall, his hand squeezing so hard that Maverick’s throat started to collapse.

Dmitri tapped Ivan as this was taking precious time but Ivan didn’t move, easily holding Maverick up off his feet and enjoying the slow collapse of the scientist’s breathing pipe. He couldn’t hear the crushing sound as he ended the scientist but he could see the fear in the man’s eyes as he took his life, Maverick’s tongue and eyes bulging as the life was strangled from him. Ivan dropped him stoically, then looked at Dmitri and a slight smile curled to his lips. He knew the significance of what he had done. But the primary objective was still ahead.

They turned down the hall and in front of them was the target. The main laboratory and on the far side of that, Maverick’s office. The hard drive in there would be enough to level the playing field. The two men jogged toward the entrance and slowed as they got there.

A shadow passed across the lab as Ivan threw himself and Dmitri against the wall, trying to hide their cover. He looked through the lab door entrance and saw the man he knew he would have to deal with. Dmitri was of no use here. The two had discussed what would happen in the event they came into contact with an American super soldier. Ivan signaled the situation and Dmitri nodded, understanding. Ivan felt his uncontrollable sex drive kick in. Fighting another super soldier was the pinnacle of arousal. He had been able to kill several Americans over the years and it was better than sex. He felt his manhood shift in his black combat trousers and he adjusted it with his hand. He took a deep breath, and then Ivan stepped out and into the lab to confront the man the world called Captain America.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Tyler groaned, his body still spasming and convulsing from the after effects of the serum treatment. And his right nut… it felt like someone had filled it with napalm and set it ablaze. It hurt like a mother fucker, and he felt a bit sick. That would fade fast. Then, suddenly, gunshots and explosions rang out in the distance.. Tyler was still savagely disoriented. He thought that the mind trip induced by the serum hadn’t run it’s course yet. The idea that anyone could attack this lab was frankly ridiculous. It’s location was one of the most closely guarded secrets in the United States.

In a daze, he heard Dr. Maverick’s voice call out as phones rang. Tyler heard the word “Russians!” shouted out. He still was pretty sure this was another trip. Then, he heard Dr. Maverick’s voice shouting, “They are attacking the west entrance.. Casualties heavy. The experiments going on in the Delta Lab in the west wing are absolutely vital! I need to go secure the work we’ve put into them! Spread the word! I want all the available techs to head to the Delta Lab to help me shut down the experiment. Inform the guards!! And someone get Captain America corpus mentis ASAP. We need him!!”

Then, he ran out the door. Tyler blinked, his handsome face looking confused as he opened his eyes. Slowly, he began to realize that this wasn’t a dream. This was real. And he was naked, strapped to a table while he needed to be up and fighting to save this lab. He was expendable. This lab was not. It was here that this war would be won. Dr. Maverick and his staff were the true heros.

One of the techs, the same tech who had only just asked for his autograph a moment before, approached him to check his condition. But just as he approached, Tyler grunted, flexed his core tighter than cabled steel, his biceps and quads bulged, rippling with insane power, before he snapped the straps holding him down as though they were tissue paper. His naked, herculean form slid off the table, every inch of him slathered with steel-cabled muscle, his ample cock and balls swinging free, his abs more shredded than a cheese grater, his pecs harder than steel, his biceps and triceps flexed with a power able to put the guns of a battleship to shame, as Captain America took command of the situation. He stood up, the blond haired buzz-cut young man radiating power and confidence as he shook off the last lingering effects of the serum injection procedure.

He turned to face the door and caught sight of a black-clad powerful soldier entering the lab. His outfit clearly marked him as GRU, elite Russian Spetsnaz. In an instant Tyler’s fine tactical mind had analyzed the situation. No ordinary Spetsnaz would simply waltz in and confront him. His eyes narrowed, and he snapped out an order to the remaining techs in the room, “Stay behind me.” Then, like a viper, he reached down and ripped the table he had been laid out on for treatment off the floor, the bolts holding it in place snapping like kindling. He tossed it with effortless power like a missile towards the Russian commando, his legs coiling, and launching him in a leap across the room, carefully adjusting his trajectory so as to use the hurtling table as a shield in an attempt to take the Spetsnaz totally by surprise.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan entered the room, pulling off his tight black combat shirt over his head, preferring to fight with less resistance even if the combat gear was flexible and armored. He didn’t need it, his densely packed hard muscled frame more than adequate. He let the shirt fall as he took in the sight of Captain America standing before him, 25 feet away. Shorter than him but more muscled and with swollen manhood. Ivan knew it too well, and knew that his adversary had just juiced. He might have a bit of an advantage in this case as each serum application required some element of recovery. Or so he had experienced. Three techs scurried in the background, trying to protect the intellectual property scattered all around the lab.

Everyone knew who Captain America was. The Americans were not bashful in parading him around. Naked though, the man was impressive. In his overly horny state, Ivan could think of nothing more desirable than ending him. And just before doing it, he would penetrate him. All of those thoughts left as quickly as they came as he watched the muscled American super soldier pull the secured steel table from the ground and toss it easily toward him. He simply side stepped as the table went flying past him and crashed into the wall behind, clanging off the concrete and falling to the ground.

He smiled a wicked smile. He had killed a few American super soldiers, more than any other Russian living or dead. Even the previous Captain America had fallen to him. There was no hiding as Captain America behind a table either as he closed the gap behind the table. Ivan used his momentum against him, trying to treat the rival super soldier like a matador treats a bull, grabbing for his arm and lifting to throw him straight into the concrete wall where the table had hit. He released Captain America's arm and turned to face him, drawing the thick 4” combat knife from his belt, a diamond tipped version just for situations like these, hoping he could end this fight before it really began. He followed up by aiming the knife in a brutal slicing arc toward Captain America’s left shoulder, trying to pin him up against the wall.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: As he’s flying in the wake of the hurtling desk, Tyler’s suspicions are quickly confirmed as the Russian reacted with split-second agility and reflexes, sidestepping the table with ease, instantly tagging him as a super soldier. Captain America braced himself, as he twisted midair, contorting his body with athletic, combat-trained grace to control his landing The Russian seized the thickly muscled circumference of Tyler’s bicep in a vise-like grip, and hurtled the American super soldier towards the wall. Grunting, Tyler let himself go with the move. The Russian had some power, but so did Captain America. He curled himself into a ball, bringing his legs up to his chest, those massive legs acting like shock absorbers as Tyler crashed feet first into the concrete wall, a series of cracks spreading out from the point of impact. Having mitigated much of the force, he let himself drop to the floor, planting his feet beside the ruins of the table.

Tyler saw the glint off the knife the Russian had drawn while regaining his feet. Captain America backed up, not having much room with the wall behind him, as the super Spetsnaz sliced that blade towards Tyler’s shoulder. Grunting, Tyler realized he didn’t have enough room to back out of the way, so he went on the attack. His left hand shot up like a blur, intercepting the Russian’s wrist, to knock it upwards and away. At the same time, Tyler was looking to open the Russian up, and drove his right hand towards the super soldier’s solar plexus with brutal power, looking to smash the Russian back and make some space to work.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan’s slicing knife was neutralized by Captain America as his arm diverted to the side, the blade slicing nothing but air as he felt the erotic waves of a natural rival enveloping him. Almost instantly Captain America’s fist was pounding into his plexus, the thud against his steel torso was loud and audible as he grunted, feeling the pain immediately but not in an overwhelming way as he was lifted onto his toes. That punch would have broken an normal man’s ribs but not Ivan’s.

He responded quickly, shifting his left shoulder inward and firing an uppercut toward the bottom of Captain America’s chin, looking to rock him back toward the wall and keep him cornered as Dmitri slid past the two of them, the young GRU agent quickly pulling his pistol out and unloading two quick bullets with precision into the heads of two of the three scientists in the room. The third ducked behind a lab desk as Dmitri pursued while Ivan looked to contain Captain America, hoping he would hear the screams of his comrades as he was occupied with his Russian rival.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Tyler’s fist smashes into the Russian’s solar plexus, but the Spetsnaz grunts through the damage. With battle-honed ultra-fast reflexes, Tyler slips to the side, bringing his right arm back to deflect that uppercut. He keeps a solid grip on the Russian’s right wrist, to keep that blade out of play. Then, Captain America spots the other Spetsnaz slinking past. He fires two shots, and two of the techs drop dead. With a sick feeling, Tyler knows he has to respond. These men are more valuable than he is. He can be replaced, they cannot so easily be replaced. The screams of the two dying techs ripped at the powerful super soldier. Throwing caution to the wind, he braced his feet against the wall, tensed his legs, released the Russian’s knife hand, and leapt like a missile, his powerful quads uncoiling like loaded springs, intending to break the other Spetsnaz in two, and take him out of this fight to keep the Techs safe.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan heard the shots fire and knew his comrade would not miss. He never missed. He may not be a super soldier but firearms were a specialty. The sound of the bodies hitting the floor was confirmation even if Ivan didn’t have to turn to look. He was engaged with Captain America, after all. The big American was clearly mentally wounded by the deaths as he threw caution to the wind, seeming to forget another man of his own capability was in the room. He released Ivan’s knife hand and lept for Dmitri but Ivan would have none of it as he grabbed Captain America’s other arm with his left hand, gripping it like a vice and tried to use Captain America’s momentum against him. He tried to turn 180 degrees, squeezing that forearm tight and looking to redirect the big American to fly straight across the lab toward a glass divider that separated the two halves of the lab area from each other, leaving Dmitri out of harms way as he went to hunt the final tech. Ivan moved quickly toward Captain America, sending a high kick up toward the super soldier’s jaw, looking to rock him with his steel toed combat boot, his focus entirely on demonstrating he was the alpha in the room.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Tyler had known it was risky, but he had to take the chance. He knew his duty. He’d thought he was fast enough to pull it off, but he wasn’t. That Russian was just as fast. Tyler found his arm seized before he could get clear, and suddenly he found himself hurtling across the lab shattering through the glass divider that separated the halves of the lab, sending jagged shards knifing through the room as Captain America’s naked, hard-muscled body smashed into a lab desk. He hadn’t been able to properly control his landing this time, and the impact with the divider and the desk had dazed him.

There was no time to lay down on the job though, and the American super soldier shot back up to his feet, re-forging his guard as the Spetsnaz came after him. But the fractions of a second he had spent recovering from the daze meant all the difference, and before he could properly block it, that massive Russian combat boot exploded against his jaw, snapping his head brutally to the side, and sending him careening against another desk. A dull ache spread through his granite hard jaw. That kick was no joke. It would have literally taken the head off of a normal man, and even for Captain America, it had fucking hurt.

Captain America lashed out on pure instinct with his foot, sending it slicing in a low arc through the air as he braced himself against the desk behind him, looking to sweep the Russian’s legs out from under him and buy him some time to recover.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan felt a rush of adrenaline course through him as he rocked Captain America with his boot, watching the big man’s head snap and send him sideways into the desk. He was fully focused on this fight, quickly sheathing his knife.He was going to kill this man. The Americans had sent this super soldier countless times against his comrades and it had not gone well for them but the Americans had never sent him against Ivan. Ivan knew he had the mental advantage at the moment and stayed a step ahead of Captain America as the big naked warrior’s leg swept toward his feet, he jumped up and into the big American, looking to tackle him backward and onto the top of the desk, trying to mount him, growling with the effort.

The computer and all the items on the desk went flying everywhere making a ton of noise, breaking glass and cracking electronics hitting the floor as Ivan’s legs straddled the corded thick muscle of his opponent as he brought his left forearm arm up underneath Captain America’s neck, pushing upward on the big man’s naked body, feeling the ripped body armor slid underneath him as he tried to get upright and a bit of leverage so he could drop his right elbow straight down across Captain America’s jaw.

Dmitri turned the corner toward the third tech, a look of impatience on his face as he hunted the scientist when a loud snap filled the room, followed by another snap. The third tech had a gun and he had used it, popping Dmitri twice in the chest. The big Russian went flying backward and landing hard against the wall next to the office door, sliding down it and going still after about 20 seconds. The tech’s hands were shaking violently, fear and determination in his eyes as he was breathing fast. As Dmitri lay unmoving, he slowly lowered the gun and closed his eyes, feeling safe for at least a few seconds even while the battle raged around him. The last thing he heard was the snap of Dmitri’s gun and everything went dark.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: The Spetsnaz managed to avoid Tyler’s scissor sweep, leaping up on top of the desk to mount Captain America. The big, blond American super soldier grunted as he felt the Russian’s knees pin him to the desk on either side of those thick lats. Captain America waited, timing it perfectly, letting the hard-muscled Russian super Spetsnaz raise upright, then at that exact moment, Tyler raised his knees to slam into the back of the powerful Russian, digging his heels into the surface of the desk, and bridging up with such an explosion of sheer power the desk crumpled beneath him as he bucked hard, looking to launch the Russian off him.

Captain America heard several gunshots while he was battling the Russian, hoping against hope that the final tech had managed to kill the other Russian.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan prepared to rock Captain America again, feeling the densely packed muscle underneath him continue to drive a horniness in him that he had grown to accept from the serum. As he got ready to drive the elbow down, he felt those muscles activate and before he could secure a grip, he was flying off the muscled American super soldier. He flew over Captain America’s head and landed on the opposite side of the desk in the middle of the lab floor, scrambling to get back up and reset, turning to face his super soldier adversary.

Dmitri meanwhile stood up slowly. Taking two bullets to the chest was deadly. Taking them with protective gear on still winded you and he looked over to see Ivan fly off Captain America’s naked and ripped torso. He knew he needed to keep going. Ivan had made him promise to keep going, no matter what, if they ran into one of America’s finest. He turned and made his way into the office, closing and locking the door behind him and then shifting a chair into place underneath the door handle to secure it from being opened easily.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: The Russian went flying off him as the desk beneath crumpled into a jumble of broken kindling. Grunting, his thick cock swollen from the excitement of fighting, the blond-haired American hero kipped up smoothly to his feet, chest heaving from the building exertion. He was used to the overpowering lust that was a constant companion, heightened by the surge of aggression that came with a tough fight.

Tyler frowned as he scanned the surroundings, having lost sight of the other Russian, not sure where he went. But he caught sight of the final tech, dead. A shaft of rage twisted in him. Grimly, he re-focused on his Russian foe, charging forward. With combat-honed training and flawless reflexes, he unloaded a savage combo against the Russian super soldier before he had time to full get his guard in place. His left fist drove straight down the middle, seeking the Russian’s nose, while his right fist hooked down, the American’s muscles rippling with power as he aimed a body shot directly towards the Russian’s left short ribs. He finished his combo by driving his left knee up, seeking out the Spetsnaz’s crotch. He pulled out all the stops, letting his body be the fighting machine it was trained to be.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan got to his feet but Captain America was right there in his grill as he turned straight into the left fist that rocked him in the nose. Blood spattered from the power of the punch as he staggered back a couple of steps, his head snapping back violently but then returning to its resting position as he got his hands up. Staggering back led to Captain America’s followup falling short, the big blond’s powerful fist falling short as Ivan felt the lab benches against the far wall getting closer. He had Captain America chasing him and he was going to use that to his advantage as the naked super soldier tried to catch him with the knee to his nuts. Ivan shifted sideways, sliding down the lab bench just as the knee came for him. He stepped into Captain America as his momentum took him closer to the lab bench, driving a left hook toward the blond beast’s head, then quickly tried to grab him by his wavy hair and drive Captain America’s beautiful and chiseled face straight into the hard quartz-topped lab desk, straight toward a pair of glass beakers littering the tabletop.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: The American’s powerful left fist rocked the Russian, rewarding Captain America with a spray of blood, but his body hook and knee missed, as the Russian super soldier backpedaled out of range. Instantly, the hard-muscled Captain America surged after, looking to trap the Russian against the lab bench. But unexpectedly, the wily Russian stepped into Captain America, getting inside his guard, firing off a left hook that smashed into the side of Tyler’s face, making him see stars. Damn.. this Russian was good. His technique was practically flawless.

The blond-haired American felt a hand grip his head, the Russian had managed to spin behind him while he was stunned, as his face started to plummet towards the bench below. Tyler’s combat-honed reflexes kicked into high gear, and he brought his forearm up to take the blow meant for his face, locking his muscles to transfer the force. The lab bench shattered from the impact, and Tyler twisted, his core muscles tightening like cabled steel, seeking to drive his left elbow into the Russian’s left ribs behind him, while he kicked backwards with his right foot, seeking to deliver a crippling blow to the Russian super soldier’s right knee cap.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan pounded Captain America with the hook, rocking the big man as sweat flew and his hair became more unkempt from that perfectly combed look. He stepped behind his foe and looked to slam the good looking Captain’s face into the hard bench but the American super soldier got his arm in front of his face and mitigated all of the damage. The bench buckled from the impact as all of a sudden Ivan felt the immediate dig, bending him over as the elbow slammed into his ribs, forcing a grunt out of him. He was knocked back, the kick missing Ivan’s leg, heading slightly wide as Ivan backed off a step, leaning a bit as the elbow had brutal force. Ivan grabbed the metal lab stool that was next to him with ease and quickly swung it like a bat, looking to slam it into Captain America’s back before he could turn to face him. He let go of the stool, stepping into him and driving a left knee up toward Captain America’s right side ribs.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: The blond, hard-muscled Captain America’s elbow hit paydirt, digging deep into the powerful Russian’s ribs, but the kick missed. Tyler spun on a dime, his guard up, but the Russian’s speed took him by surprise, as a metal stool smashed into his back, bending and breaking under the force of the blow. The Captain wasn’t really hurt by the blow, but the impact knocked him off balance, leaving him wide open for the Russian’s knee with smashed with extreme prejudice deep into the combat-hardened muscle and bone of the American super soldier’s right side ribs. The blow was powerful, sending a shockwave of agony ripping through the American. He would have been blasted away from the force, but was pinned up against the wall behind the ruined lab bench. He let out a cry of pain as his bones bent, but didn’t break, under the impact. That had hurt.

He never missed a beat though, Tyler was no stranger to pain. He drove his right fist up, surging back, dropping low to get under the Russian’s guard, despite the ache throbbing in his side, firing off a massive uppercut with this thick battleship strong right arm, aimed for the Spetsnaz super soldier’s chin.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan’s knee pounded into Captain America, driving him against the wall. The knee would have broken the ribs of a normal man easily, forcing screams but Captain America took the punishment with just a cry. Ivan looked to move in on Captain America but over committed as the big naked super soldier recovered even better than Ivan would have expected. The uppercut had such blistering power on it that Ivan couldn’t block it, forcing his head skyward, blood flicking from his face as his body was lifted up onto its toes. He fell backward, losing his balance and stumbling to the floor on his back as he groaned in pain, his jaw throbbing wildly. He immediately started to roll over and get back up though, appreciating the raw power of the American.

Dmitri meanwhile sat down at the computer in the office. He was no technical expert and there was no hacking that was going to happen here. He had been given instructions on what to do next, unscrewing the computer case and looking for the SSD that kept all of the information on the computer.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Grimly, the man known as Captain America felt his fist smash with brutal force against the Russian’s jaw. Without missing a beat, Tyler pounced on top of the big Russian. The Spetsnaz was double tough, Tyler knew, and he was already starting to roll over and get up. Tyler smashed down on top of the Russian’s back, grabbing the back of his head as his legs hooked under the Russian’s core, seeking to kick his legs out from under him. The Captain planned to flatten out the Russian, and finish him.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan knew what was coming as he tried to get up. He immediately dipped his left side shoulder as Captain America landed on his back, the weight of the big, densely muscled warrior helping to turn the two of them. Ivan rolled left and while Captain America was able to grab him up high, his legs failed to secure a lock on Ivan’s muscled Russian frame. Ivan looked to continue the roll, wrestling for position with the naked American as he looked to secure Captain America’s wrists, trying to spread him out and roll on top of him with a loud roar, looking to dominate the American as he had others in the past by stopping the roll so his right leg was offset between Captain America’s legs and driving his knee straight up toward his opponent’s manhood.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: This Russian was highly trained, but of course, he was Spetsnaz. Tyler expected nothing less. He tried to lock in his position with speed, but the Russian was just as fast, rolling to his left. Tyler fought, struggled, but the two super soldiers rolled across the battle-damaged lab, stopping finally with the big Russian on top of him. He grunted as the big Spetsnaz grappled with his hands, The hard-muscled blond American super soldier began to spread his legs in an attempt to once more reverse positions, when suddenly the Russian’s knee smashed into Captain America’s crown jewels. A deep, gut-wrenching spasm of agony knifed through the combat-forged core of the American super soldier. He twitched as the blow brutalized his balls, which were not quite 100% after the earlier treatment.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan felt the big American spasm as mashed the man’s privates up into his body, knowing that Captain America had just undergone an infusion soon before their attack. Blood dripped from his nose down onto Captain America’s chest as the two men struggled, feeling the his rival’s big cock pinned between their thickly muscled abs. Sweat beaded on Ivan’s forehead as he growled deep, looking to capitalize further. He tried to use the pain flowing through Captain America to further his advantage, releasing one of the blond alpha’s arms and pushing up. so he could grip him by the side of the head, driving his thumb straight toward the super soldier’s eye, and then looking to slam Captain America’s head back first into the lab room floor, roaring again as he looked to further control the super soldier.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: The pain knifing through Captain America’s guts as his balls were bashed was savage, and debilitating. No matter how much combat-forged muscle the mighty American super soldier was packing, none of it was protecting his manhood. But despite the pain, Tyler knew the stakes. There was not an ounce of quit in him. Digging down deep, Tyler focused like a laser through the pain, swiping his left hand up as soon as the Russian released his arm, seizing the Spetsnaz’s right wrist, his arm turning rock solid as he exerted all his considerable strength to protect his eye from getting gouged and his head from being slammed.

His other arm likewise began to swell with power as he focused attempting to lift his pinned right hand, trying to further distract the Russian. Then, tightening his abs, he dug in his right boot, and heaved hard to his left, the American was throwing everything in an effort to toss the Russian off him, and with the Russian super soldier’s right hand gripped tight by Captain America’s left hand, there was nothing to block the throw.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: The stalemate was full of tension as both muscled super soldiers looked to dominate. Ivan’s arm shook as Captain America grabbed his wrist and powered into him, negating Ivan’s ability to gouge the American’s eye. Ivan’s cock grew to be rock hard in his combat trousers as the struggle between them was more than he ever expected to have with another soldier, both of their faces turning red, veins popping from necks and shoulders as the two men unloaded more power and resistance into each other. But Captain America was also using the moment to make progress on Ivan’s other arm as slowly the American, even being underneath and with less leverage started to overpower Ivan, to the Russian’s amazement. And then with a burst of energy, Captain America launched him off and to the side, removing Ivan’s position and knocking him to the side.

Ivan rolled away over strewn papers and some junk on the floor, fatigue from the exchange setting in a little bit as he scrambled for his feet just as Dmitri came out of the office on the far side of the lab. They made eye contact and Dmitri hesitated, nodding, and thinking he could help Ivan. Ivan shook his head shortly and then refocused on trying to engage Captain America as Dmitri started to make for the exit for the lab.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: The blond-haired, steel-muscled Captain America rolled over as the Russian was flung off him. His chest was heaving, his biceps and triceps, his abs and naked chest, chiseled and glistening with the sweat of that monumental effort. But the fight was not over. Tyler didn’t hesitate, catching the brief moment as the Russian super soldier was distracted. The American super soldier wasn’t in a position to see what had distracted him, but that didn’t matter. He took advantage of it, spring up off the floor, cocking his right arm, swelling with power, to unleash a superman punch right at the Russian’s jaw while he was looking away from him.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Dmitri saw Captain America moving and shouted in Russian to Ivan as in the nick of time, Ivan turned to see Captain America’s posture shift as he threw a brutal superman punch toward Ivan’s jaw. The big Russian ducked underneath it as Captain America threw everything he had into the punch. Ivan stood up and into Captain America, sending an uppercut of his own back toward Captain America’s jaw, roaring with determination as he looked to show Captain America that he and Mother Russia would not be denied. Dmitri heard the roar of defiance and smiled as he prayed Ivan would be back in the air duct in a few minutes after he dealt with America’s finest.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Unbelievably, that other Russian Spetsnaz let out a shout, warning the massive Russian super soldier at the last moment. Just a fraction of a second before Captain America’s missile-hard fist would have destroyed the Russian’s jaw, the Spetsnaz ducked, and while Captain America was struggling to adjust his momentum, he was momentarily off balance, wide open. The fist that smashed beneath the blond hard-muscled American champion super soldier snapped his head back with a sickening crack, lifting his body off his feet and throwing him several feet backwards to smash into a bench full of delicate equipment, a wad of blood and spit ejected from the Captain America’s mouth.

Agony radiated like a grenade from his jaw, and Tyler’s mind was filled with white-hot waves of agony as he struggled to make sense of what had just hit him.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan’s fist hammered into Captain America’s jaw with all the force he could muster as he sent the big blond American flying backward into a lab bench, the crash and chaos of more glass breaking cut through the air. Ivan stepped toward the stunned and naked soldier, fully focused on the now bloodied American as he reached again for his combat belt and unsheathed the diamond tipped knife, swinging it up and then looking to bury it into Captain America’s left side ribs, trying to break through the dense muscle fibers of his opponent’s engineered body, a glimmer of madness in his eyes as he could taste finishing off yet another American super soldier.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Tyler lay in the ruins of the lab bench, grunting as he fought to focus through the pain knifing through his hard jaw. He caught sight of the big Russian drawing the blade, and plunging it down towards his ribs. On pure reflex, his combat-trained fight instincts kicked into gear as that knife hurtled down. Despite the injury, the awesomely muscled American super soldier twisted his hips, and popped his legs up, his hands darting up, the muscles along his arms and chest rippling with effort as he seized that wrist, halting the plunging blade. His legs snapped up, trapping the Russian’s knife arm, draping his legs across the Russian’s big chest, then he twisted sharply from his hips, using leverage, skill and pure power in an attempt to snap the big Spetsnaz super soldier down on his back, and trap that massive arm in a fall away arm bar, and if he was really lucky, completely turn the tide of this fight by breaking his arm.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Captain America’s eyes looked a little dazed from that uppercut but as Ivan came in on him, they seemed to snap back to life. As the taller Russian moved lower to drive the knife in and deal what he thought would be the fatal blow, Captain America’s body flexed and intercepted him, his bare tree trunk legs and muscled arms lifting toward the incoming Russian super soldier. Ivan’s arm slid right between them and into the bear trap that the big blond brute had lay. Captain America twisted his hips hard and bent Ivan’s arm to the side, the knife releasing from Ivan’s hand as his bones grinded against each other suddenly, Ivan’s body falling to the side. The knife landed a few feet away to the opposite side, out of reach of Ivan now. The Russian’s muscled arm flexed hard, the resistance significant as Ivan shifted his body to try and sneak out of the arm bar before it could get fully applied in a way to break the Russian’s arm. Ivan’s muscled body flexed with all of it’s power to try and break the hold, veins popping out of muscles as he grunted against the pressure Captain American was putting on. He stopped the momentum with his arm fully extended, feeling the bones grinding against each other as he growled, his body stretched out but holding under the pressure, his face grimacing in pain

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Captain America moved with the innate grace of an elite warrior, his hand to hand combat training second to none. But despite all his skill and speed, he had taken quite a pounding from his powerful Russian adversary, and his reaction speeds were not up to his usual standard as a result. This gave the super Spetsnaz a fraction of a second to react, and react he did. Tyler suddenly hit a proverbial brick wall as the Russian’s mighty arm flexed up and down it’s entire length, thwarting the blond super soldier’s smooth attempt to fully extend that trapped limb.

Tyler focused, bringing his will and concentration to bear through the lingering pain clouding his mind. His core turned harder than steel, each individual brick popping up into full relief, the surge of deep strength rippling through Captain America’s combat-forged, superhuman body, veins snapping into full relief, lats, pecs, shoulders, biceps and triceps swelling with power. He pitted his full might against the Russian super soldier.

He could feel bones grinding and tendons stretching. The Russian had interrupted Captain America’s attempt to secure the arm bar well before the critical tipping point, and physics was on the Russian’s side. But Captain America would not relinquish the hold. Using sheer muscle power, his core sending out surges of strength, he began to pull the Spetsnaz’s awesomely flexed and muscled arm down, inch by agonizing inch. Every inch he pulled that arm back made the next one that much easier. He could feel the Russian’s tricep grinding against his naked rock-hard cock. As always, using his strength and muscle power made him monumentally horny, but Tyler had long since learned to channel his immense lust into his desire and will to win. As his cock leaked pre-cum, he let out a deep male bellow as he reached down, calling forth all his might to straighten his body and lock out the Russian’s arm, doing his utmost to snap that massive, powerful Russian super soldier arm.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan’s arm was on fire as he struggled against the American super soldier, knowing he was in trouble. He had been able to neutralize the blond warrior but he was stuck as slowly Captain America was wearing on his arm. He closed his eyes, grunting and heaving, his ab bricks fully flexed as he tried to get some leverage to counteract Captain America’s positioning but it just wasn’t working. He opened them again, sweat dripping into his eye as he squinted, seeing a piece of shattered glass on the floor. He reached for it with his left hand but then Captain America bellowed and broke the stalemate on his right arm as it audible snapped, bending back grotesquely as the tendons ripped, pain searing through Ivan’s tattoo’d arm as he let out his own roar of agony, his whole body flexing as his arm lost nearly all of it’s power, the glass falling out of his left hand as Captain America locked him down further.

Dmitri got back to the grate just in time to hear the roar from Ivan, clearly one of pain. He could go back. He could help the Russian hero, one of the highest decorated men in Russian history. He could save him from Captain America and together they could end the American. He paused, closing his eyes, then slid down into the grate and sealed it behind him.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Sweat dripping down his hyper-flexed, combat-forged muscle, Captain America felt the sudden sharp jolt of resistance as he overpowered the Russian, hyperextending that thickly muscled tattooed Russian arm. Then, the resistance vanished, as an audible snap echoed through the lab. Tyler felt the tendons rip and the bone snap. He had crippled the Russian. Now time to finish him and find where that other Spetsnaz had gone. Chest heaving, Tyler’s powerful body flowed up on top of the Russian’s body, mounting him, deliberately pinning his broken arm beneath his knee, and driving his fist down with savage, brutal precision, targeting the Russian’s jaw on the same side as his broken arm, where he could not defend. He needed to further stun the Russian so he could finish him. His dick was as hard as a steel spike, dripping pre-cum, a natural side effect of the release of his brutal aggression. This Russian was tough. Very tough. This attack had been pure desperation. And it was about to fail. The Russians were finished.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: The pain sliced through Ivan’s arm and torso as Captain America inflicted more pain than he had ever experienced into him. Even mounting him, the pressure was brutal but then the big American super soldier pinned his arm with his knee and body weight. Ivan grimaced, turning his head in pain as it flooded through him, sweat forming all across his brown as he breathed quickly and heavily. He saw Captain America draw his fist back as he swung his good arm in front of his face to protect himself, just able to deflect it enough to stop an absolutely brutal blow. The punch hit the side of his head, ringing it but not fully incapacitating him as he reached his hand out and grabbed for Captain America’s manhood, leaving his face defenseless but hoping he could get to the super soldier’s swollen testicles faster than he would receive another head shot. He grabbed for them and wasted no time closing his fist and squeezing, looking to crush the super soldier’s testicles, looking to drive his nails through the soft skin, knowing this was one way to properly defeat a man like Captain America

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Despite Tyler’s speed, strength, and advantage of position, not to mention just having crippled the Russian by breaking his arm, the Spetsnaz showed his toughness and training, managing to swing his good arm over to deflect the worst of the blow Captain America had aimed at his jaw. Grunting, his combat-forged, naked muscle dripping sweat, Tyler pulled back, preparing another assault when suddenly the Russian’s hand switched positions latching onto the American super soldier’s large, hairy balls with a vise-like grip of steel. Captain America let out a high-pitched howl of male agony as his nuts were once more targeted. The agony was excruciating, the pain level at the very threshold of what he could endure.

But Tyler knew the stakes. He wasn’t about to give into the pain. With incredible discipline, the discipline that had led to his selection to become enhanced, he reached down and seized the Russian’s wrist as his balls were roiling in agony. Even as Tyler turned his head to the side, and vomited on the broken floor of the lab from the extreme agony knifing through his bruised balls, his fingers stabbed like knives into the soft underside of the Russian’s wrist with brutal force, seeking to make him release his grip on his battered orbs.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan appreciated the pain that Captain America was experiencing. He’d experienced it before once when an American super soldier had his newly minted testicles in a vice grip and had barely gotten out of it. The scream of agony had Ivan that much more determined and as Captain America bucked and vomited from the pain, his own cock leaked rock hard in his combat trousers. As Captain America grabbed for Ivan’s wrist, he knew it would hurt but it would not deter him from continuing to brutalize the American super soldier, feeling the nerves in his wrist fire in pain as it shot up his good arm to his brain, telling him to release but he fought through it, keeping the grip on his manhood. He continued to try and dig his nails into Captain America’s sweaty balls, compressing them both against each other looking to pop them and then adding a brutal tug, his bicep clenching as he tried to remove the American super soldier’s testicles from his body, roaring with all the power he could muster.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Tyler had thought that the pain couldn’t possibly get any worse. But he was wrong. The Russian kept fighting through, managing to tighten his grip and then start pulling. Tyler felt himself starting to black out from unheard of levels of agony. He felt his nuts start to give way… he was in serious danger of being castrated and then killed by this Russian bastard. With a brutal grunt, finding the strength from somewhere, the will to win burning hot in him, he fired down his free hand in a punch aimed directly at the Russian’s undefended throat, targeting his adam’s apple in a savage, deadly assault to shut the big Russian down.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan could see the pain and frustration on Captain America’s face, the brutal heaving for air that the big muscle man was doing, trying to stay conscious through the pain. Ivan started to try and lift up and overpower the blond haired super soldier but that was where it all came to a crashing halt. The jig was up. He had no way of blocking the throat attack, except by lowering his chin, which he did as Captain America’s steel fist slammed into his jaw and shifted it sideways with such force, popping it from the socket as it was Ivan’s turn to scream in agony. He bucked underneath Captain America, his grip on the manhood of his biggest rival to date lightening as he tried to squeeze but it was not nearly as powerful as it had once been, distracted from the pain radiating through his arm and now jaw.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: The big Russian tried to block the throat punch, but all that meant was that he took it on the jaw instead. The impact was colossal. Tyler was not holding back. The grip on his balls lessened, and Tyler’s grip on the Russian’s wrist suddenly increased to another level, stabbing like daggers into the Russian’s wrist, looking to pull that wrist off. With his other hand, Tyler tried to dig his thumb into the Russian’s eyes, in an attempt to savagely blind the Russian.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: The waves of pain shot up Ivan’s one good arm as his grip continued to weaken. Captain America’s strength was overpowering him slowly as his grip finally released from the blond super soldier’s testicles, his whole body of densely packed muscle flexed, resisting the pain that Captain America was inflicting on him as he could see the determination in the American’s eyes. He had no way to protect himself from the eye gouge, screaming in agony as Captain America ravaged his face brutally, collapsing and liquifying his eye, jamming up against the optic nerve. Ivan’s body started to shake involuntarily as an explosion of cum erupted into his black combat trousers, his body releasing the pent up sexual energy as his voice echoed down the halls of the lab.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: The blond American super soldier grimly dug his thumb into the Russian’s eye, maiming him, blinding him, his scream echoing in the small lab. Normally, Tyler would have a raging erection in the middle of a fight, but his dick was only semi-hard, due to the savage assault on his hairy orbs. They were badly bruised, and continued to throb with a sickening agony that would have had a lesser man curled in the fetal position wanting to die.

Captain America felt the spasm and tensing, signalling the involuntary eruption from the badly wounded Russian beneath him, a sure sign that the Spetsnaz was falling into shock. With extraordinary self control, Tyler focused through the pain, and with a wrench, slammed the Russian’s wrist down to the ground. He pinned the Russian’s one good arm with his other knee, then, he moved his hand down from the Spetsnaz’s ruined eye, and seized his chin, holding his head back. Tyler lifted his right fist up, his massive bicep flexing to it’s full power as he gathered himself, then fired his fist down full strength, directly for the Russian’s exposed Adam’s apple. He meant to crush his throat, delivering a fatal wound. A super soldier was hard to kill, but this was one sure way of accomplishing it.

10:04 Captain_Ivan_Popov: Ivan’s one good eye remained fixed on Captain America, hatred in it as his body was roiling with pain from multiple places but as a super soldier was built to take the pain, he was able to remain conscious and with some level of focus. It didn’t mean though that another super soldier couldn’t have the advantage and Captain America most certainly did as the big blonde pinned his knee down on Ivan’s arm. Every move was a struggle though and Ivan didn’t give him anything. But Captain America wouldn’t be denied as he grabbed Ivan’s destroyed jaw. The Russian screamed again even as Captain America closed his mouth and tilted his head back. The punch was brutal and came down with such ferocity that Ivan’s neck caved straight in, his skin indented back as Captain America crushed his breathing pipes toward the hard lab floor. Ivan’s lone eye opened wide as he gasped, choking wildly initially, the lone eye fixated on Captain America’s face still as he slowly ran out of air, his body spasming involuntarily over the last minute of his life, the raspiness sound of air entering and leaving the Russian slowly coming to an end till he lay motionless and limp on the ground of the laboratory, his one good eye bulged and still looking straight at Captain America.

10:04 Sergeant_Tyler_Johnson: Tyler felt the Russian’s cartilage crunch and shatter beneath his ruthless strike. The Russian’s one good eye remained fixed on the impassive face of Captain America the entire time, and Tyler stared back, refusing to look away. The blond hard-muscled American super soldier kept the pressure on the Russian’s throat, collapsing his crushed adam’s apple beneath that iron fist as the fatally wounded Spetsnaz began to shake and shudder in his death throes. Finally, he went still, that eye of his staring, empty into Tyler’s face. Shaking slightly, Captain America stood up, feeling the exhaustion washing through him. The American super soldier was starving as well, to be expected after the amount of energy he’d expended. But Tyler might not be done fighting yet. The naked, blond haired super soldier looked around for the other Russian, but couldn’t find any sign of him. He left the lab at a run, vaguely remembering that the other side of the lab was under attack.

He sprinted out the door, past the wreckage of the lab and the dead bodies of the techs. Then, a few yards down the passage, he abruptly came to a full stop, a lightning bolt of grief, shock, disbelief displayed plainly on his handsome features. He knelt, and checked. Then, he slumped against the wall, the emotion ripping through him threatening to break his iron self control. There, on the floor, lay Dr. Maverick, the genius who had provided the means to finally turn this war around. The man who had created the newest generation of super soldier serum. And he was dead. Not only had the nation lost perhaps it’s most valuable asset, Tyler had lost a friend. Grief warred with rage inside him as he lay there, slumped against the wall.

10:04 Sergeant_Dmitri_Putin: Dmitri moved quickly down the duct that both he and Ivan had arrived through. He hadn’t bothered to replace the three security grates they had passed through on the way in, their IT wizzes back in Moscow able to deactivate them without the American’s knowing. That had kept the mustard gas from firing in the tunnels, and kept the security cameras running with old pictures of the tunnels being vacant so it would be harder to identify any Russians who had come and gone. He made it to the entrance to the sewer system after 5 minutes and loaded up the same disguise he had when he arrived, a large overcoat and extra large sized hat that made him look like a homeless person. He left his combat boots and traded them in for the worn shoes and then exited the tunnels. For nearly a month, Dmitri and Ivan had been walking this neighborhood in this disguise, doing so to throw off the investigation in the event they were looking for people in the area who seemed out of place.

He moved slowly through the streets, thinking that he would see Ivan soon and they would be drinking their favorite Vodka together, excited at their success and what it would bring them and Russia in the fight against these retched Americans. Another 30 minutes later he had returned to the safe house to wait, a small apartment on the 3rd floor of a run down apartment building.

He could only wait for 30 minutes, his pickup was coming. He pulled out his watch and followed it closely, waiting to hear Ivan’s footsteps. The minutes ticked by and the confidence that he would hear those footsteps started to wane. He started to doubt himself. He should have gone back. He should have helped. With every minute, he started to beat himself up more and more. Ivan was his friend and mentor. As the thirty minutes expired, he stood up reluctantly. He didn’t want to leave but he knew he must. And he knew it was too late for Ivan. He just hoped against hope that the filthy American super soldier, that puppet Captain America that the Americans paraded around, was also dead.

His return to Moscow was hectic and took nearly a week of travel. Routing through multiple intermediary countries along the way, staying in safe houses and laying low, continuing to hold onto the asset that the Russians paid dearly for. The attack had been leaked to the news outlets and while not all of the information was divulged, the Americans had supposedly ‘held off a secret infiltration of the Russian military to one of their facilities with limited casualties.’ Worse still was Captain America being paraded around like a hero. It confirmed that Ivan had died and the American super soldier had outmatched him.

Upon his return, Dmitri provided the hard drives to his unit commander and was given some time off to unwind. Unwinding was hard to do given the losses they had claimed. He travelled to the Black Sea resort town of Sochi to whore and hide from his memories of the mission. Hopefully this hard disk and data was worth it. He had given up everything to get it and Russia needed to avenge it’s lost soldiers.

62 days later, Dmitri strode through the streets of Moscow to enter a non-descript red brick building at the instructions of his commander. He was to receive details on his next mission and meet his new team. The apartment building, like many, was government owned low income housing for 120 residents. The light flickered in the run down lobby as he stopped in front of the elevator, waiting for it to arrive. It took nearly a minute, seemingly the slowest one on the planet. Maybe that was just his nervousness setting in…

The door opened and he stepped in. He looked at the control panel and pressed the 7th floor button, positioning his head directly in front of the numbers. The door closed slowly but instead of going up, it went down, and it did so in a hurry. 7 floors beneath the earth, the elevator opened up swiftly and he stepped out. It was the last thing he remembered until he heard the beeping…

When his eyes fluttered open again, he took a deep breath, looking around. He was naked and cold, strapped down with leather straps to a hard metal standing platform. The lights in the laboratory were low and kept red. The beeping was his heart rate monitor. He felt a strong tingling sensation immediately, coming from down his body. He looked down and saw the swollen nature of his manhood just as Dr. Sergei Ivanov walked into the room in a white lab coat. “Welcome to the world of the immortal, Dmitri Putin.”

Published: 2021-10-14, viewed 141 times.