Superverse

First read The Fight for Freedom - Beginnings - Part 1

10:11 The_Russian_Hammer: As I reach down deep, summoning a final surge of strength to crush this little hero out, he shows me yet again the depths of his heroic resolve and his resilience, as his armor begins to heat up, glowing red even as my mighty arms flex and ripple with super human might, crushing the very breath out of him. Suddenly, my arms feel as though they are trying to hold onto a piece of steel, fresh from the forge. Pain sears up my arms, knifing into my brain, but I refuse to surrender my grip, despite the pain and agony as my super soldier muscle is subjected to searing heat. I let out a roar of agony, but keep the pressure on, grimly determined. And finally my determination pays off. I feel the heat lessen, as your body begins to spasm and convulse, then all the tension drains out of you, as I crush you unconscious, robbing you of your awareness.

I stand back, and release your body, letting you fall in a heap to the floor of the sewer. I catch my breath, and reach down, heaving you up onto my shoulders, turn and run before the rest of the Freedom Force can return. Though, they will be crippled for a long while… all their supporting technology, their top of the line computers, their arsenal of weapons, their devices to scan and sense from afar, everything destroyed.

I chuckle as I race along. Eventually, on the outskirts of the City, I reach my aircraft, a VTOL cleverly camouflaged inside an abandoned warehouse. I throw you unceremoniously into the back, and with patience and dedication, I find the secret to stripping you of your armor. Quickly, I have you stripped naked now. I take a moment to examine your naked form. Lean, hard, well-muscled. And very, very handsome. Looking so very much at peace as you lay there knocked out cold.

I waste no time though, I know you will wake up soon. Quickly, I hogtie you, securing your hands and feet together behind the small of your back with heavy-duty adamantium shackles. I’d noticed your trick with heating metal, but such a trick would not work on these shackles. You would need a temperature approaching the photosphere of the sun to affect them.

With you safely secured, hogtied and splayed out on the deck of my craft like a side of meat, I fire up the engines, and burst out of the roof of the warehouse. With the destruction of the Freedom Force’s Tower, I am not worried about being tracked. All their equipment is destroyed, laying in a heap of broken rubble in the middle of Metro City. I chuckle, as I make my way back to Siberia with the Red Fist’s newest acquisition. I can’t help but glance back at him several times as I make the journey. He is remarkably handsome… remarkably so.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: My body stops answering to me, and my mind is quick to follow, your muscles manage to put enough pressure to make me fall unconscious in your arms as you hold me against your solid build. What comes next is not entirely to my knowledge, I remember feeling my body shaking, then dropped down on something hard. You figure out how to remove my armor, exposing my common but well built human body. No scars, just pure boy muscle and sexyness. In my mind I’m dreaming of being the hero that saves the other Freedom Force members from a supervillain, the image brings a smile to my face even while unconscious and I’m unaware that I’m facing you while doing it. Little do I know this is all but a dream, that’s going to be followed by nightmares… the type you can’t wake up from.

We travel for a few hours and I finally awaken finding myself tied up, naked on the cold metal floor. I try to pull my hands, but they’re held by some kind of cuffs I can’t break out from. I start grunting and struggling trying to escape from those who bind me. I look around unaware of my location, my eyes wide as I notice I don’t have my armor at the moment. I try to crawl towards what looks like a door, hoping to find a way outside this place.

10:11 The_Russian_Hammer: About halfway through our journey towards Siberia, I heard a small noise from behind me. I glanced down at the security monitor and smiled. The Red Fist’s newest acquisition was awake. His wrists and ankles were shackled together behind his back, hogtied, but he still tried to crawl or inch his way across the deck. I grinned, calling out, “Did you enjoy your nap, little hero?” Then, I suddenly sent the VTOL into a barrel roll, bouncing him off the floor, the walls and the ceiling, to batter and shake him up, before leveling out.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: I grunt, struggling to move a simple inch. Whatever was used to hold me is too strong for me to break out of. Suddenly I hear HIS voice from afar. “No…” I say in disbelief as the metal around me seems to move roughly. I fly around hitting the walls and the ceiling before dropping back down to the metal floor. My body is gaining a few bruises as it is missing its combat armor I usually have on. “Where am I? What is this?” So many questions coming to my head, a small trace of fear coming out in my voice.

10:11 The_Russian_Hammer: I chuckle as the VTOL levels out again, leaving him a bit bruised and battered, naked in the middle of the deck. “One thing you will have to learn, little hero, is that you don’t get to ask the questions. I ask the questions and you give the answers. But, I’m feeling generous right now. Today is a good day for the Red Fist. Not only did I destroy the Freedom Force’s Tower, I also captured one of their members. Granted, perhaps not as big a catch as The Sentinel, but I’m not picky. You will do just fine. So, to answer your questions, you are on your way to Siberia, on board my very own personal aircraft. And I will even be extra generous… and give you even more free information. In Siberia, you will be my personal guest. And eventually, the newest recruit for the Red Fist. You see..” I turn to stare at you, my eyes taking on a steel hard glint, “..I am very persuasive. You will, of course, resist. I look forward to that.”

10:22 Noah_Nyx: “Red Fist? Is that some kind of secret villain organization? Who else is working for you? Clown? Onis? The Hunter?” I ask again, wanting to get more information out of you. You reveal we’re headed for Siberia, what I’m guessing it’s where your HQ is, you call me a guest and plan on making me a recruit. I open my mouth to snap back a response, but you say you’re looking forward to my resistance. I feel my whole body trembling as I can’t control the tears from forming in my eyes. “NO! LET ME GO! SENTINEL! SENTINEL!” I cry out for help hoping the hero’s super hearing will pick up my desperate pleas.

10:11 The_Russian_Hammer: I smile broadly as he tries to pump me for more information. And then, he reveals his inexperience as he starts to break down. I frown at him slightly. I begin to realize that his inexperience might be the reason I never heard of him before, the other members of the Freedom Force would not have deemed him ready for active service. That would in some ways make my job easier, but in other ways … it might make my job harder. “Save your breath little hero, Sentinel isn’t going to hear you, and he won’t come to save you. And if he does, I’ll be ready for him.”

10:22 Noah_Nyx: You tell me to save my breath, if Sentinel can’t hear me… no one will… I look down at the metal and I bite my lip not wanting to cry in front of you. I clench my fists as hard as I can… There has to be a way for me to escape, get help, get out of here… I feel the airship moving as it’s descending… we must have reached our destination… which means that I’m far from home now… very far. I close my eyes shut and I pray for the ancient dragon for wisdom, someway to help me get through this…

10:11 The_Russian_Hammer: For the rest of the journey, the little hero is quiet. I reflect on the days ahead. Finally, the Red Fist was ready to rise out of obscurity. And this little hero would be the key. As we arrived, my craft slowed down, and descended, until switching to vertical mode, we stopped midair. I turn back, and grin, “All right little hero, time for a … warm welcome .. to your new home.” I flicked a switch on my control panel, and suddenly, the deck beneath you opened outwards, dropping you like a stone. The landscape below you was full of snow-covered pine trees, rocks, and deep drifts of snow. There was a small landing pad off to one side. You were plummeting, naked, through the icy wind, directly towards a deep snow drift. There were guards stationed alongside the platform, wearing the black uniforms, with the Red Star, signifying their allegiance to the Red Fist. They noticed your plummeting, naked form with astonishment, dropping about 60 feet towards the snow bank.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: I feel like we have stopped and suddenly your voice speaks again. Before I can say anything the floor under me seems to open and I start falling. I scream out as I fall, the air leaving my lungs and I start to feel my whole body aching, strangely. I take a deep breath and I blow using my chi to slow my fall and save me a really bad landing on the snow. My body starts shivering in the cold and I act fast, gathering my energy to heat up my body as much as I can, the snow around me melting as I breathe in slowly, focusing all my energy in keeping myself warm under these terrible conditions. The soldiers approach to find me inside a small circle in the mud? They would look confused as to why the snow around me seems to have melted away. I don’t give them much attention as I need to keep my mind focused on the task. They hesitate to come closer looking down at the naked boy before them.

They speak on the radio, something in Russian I’m assuming. The voice that replies does not belong to you, so again I’m assuming they’re not speaking to you, that makes me wonder if you’re the one who calls the shots around here. I’ve never used my chi like this before… It’s more tiring than I’ve realized… The heat around me starts to waver and the snow from the blizzard starts falling on me melting slowly as my body starts shivering.

10:11 The_Russian_Hammer: I hover in place as the guards gather around, looking confused as the little hero gives them a demonstration of his elemental powers. I stay silent as they radio back to the Security Minister for instructions, but his reply is just as confused. Then, I decided to enlighten them. I land my craft on the pad, and open the doors, stepping out into the blizzard, just as the Security Minister emerges from a hatch beside the pad, with more guards. He looks at me, clearly confused. Then, I speak in English, since I want you to understand me, “Comrades, allow me to introduce you to our newest acquisition and future recruit. Formally the most junior member of the Freedom Force, he will shortly have a change of allegiance. It might require some … persuasion… but that is part of the fun, isn’t it?” I grinned. The Minister and the guards began to laugh and cheer.

“Also, he will make an excellent test subject to keep our boffins happy, no? They will love figuring out what makes him tick, unravelling the mystery of his elemental control. In fact, “ I looked over at you, to see that the snow was starting to stick to your naked body without melting, “ the first experiment has already begun. It turns out that there are limitations to his ability to control the elements. Oh, and I almost forgot… the original reason for my little trip, it was a complete success. The Freedom Force’s Tower is nothing but a pile of rubble. This will set them back for quite some time.” More cheers erupted from the soldiers. Then, I walked forward, and casually reached down with one hand to grab your arm, heaving you up without any particular effort, and heading towards the hatch leading down inside our base.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: As I’m still shivering in the mud I made from the heat I hear you and your buddies cheering victoriously. I grit my teeth not sure if my plan of faking being tired was such a good idea. You mention boffins and the thought of being experimented on by scientists makes me panic. My parents were against me becoming a hero because they thought that our family’s use of chi would cause men to look for a scientific reason behind it, even though science cannot understand the way our abilities work. I feel an arm grabbing me and I heat up my body again to keep myself warm until I’m carried inside. I know there’s no point in trying to burn you now… We’re in the middle of nowhere, the only way I can escape is if I can get transportation, and that’s assuming I won’t be shot out in the skies… The more I think about my escape, the worse my condition looks, could I even make it? I start asking myself as the white brightness of the snow suddenly becomes the strange sight of an underground facility hidden under the snowy mountains of Siberia.

10:11 The_Russian_Hammer: I drag the little hero down, down deep into the bowels of the compound, through concrete passages barren and stark, occasionally illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights. Occasionally guards and other members of the Red Fist pass by, and each time they snap off a respectful salute as I pass them. I return the salute almost casually.

Eventually, after traversing several more passages and stairways, going deeper, always deeper, I open a huge iron door, and enter a room. The room is not large, 5 meters square. There is a table and cabinet off to one side, with a heavy duty chair bolted to the middle of the floor in the centre of the room. Additionally, there are chains dangling from the ceiling against the rear of the wall, and more chains and manacles attached to the floor. With casual brutality, I toss you across the small room, your hog-tied and manacled body smashing into the far wall. The entire time, I had been silent, but now I speak. “Welcome to your new home, little hero.”

I walk towards where your body has fallen to the floor, and grab your hair. I haul you up by nothing but my grip on your hair, then I wrap my thick and massive right arm around your throat, applying a sleeper choke. The peak of my right bicep, harder and denser than steel bulges, driving into the side of your neck. I want you deeply unconscious while I transfer you. I am far
more powerful than you, but I am not a man to take chances.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: You keep carrying me deeper and deeper inside your base. I keep wondering how big this place is, there’s no way the entire Siberia is just a cover up for a massive base of operations… right? When you finally stop I feel my body sent flying against the wall. I grunt as I hit it and then drop to the floor. My body aching from the impact. You grab my hair and I cry out screaming as you lift me up holding me suspended by my hair. You turn me around so I face away from you and you wrap your arm around my throat. I start choking and it doesn’t take long for me to lose consciousness this time.

10:11 The_Russian_Hammer: As you slump unconscious, I let you drop, humming a small, happy tune as I quickly detach the manacles that keep you hogtied. I grab your limp body by your hair again, and lift you up, slamming your back against the wall. Working quickly, I attach your wrists to the dangling chains, each one attached to another manacle, above, and your ankles to the chains anchored to the concrete floor in the same fashion. I adjust the slack on all the chains, tightening the manacles securing your four limbs to pull you tight, leaving you suspended, your ankles and wrists pulled tight into an X shape, the tension on your limbs intense.

I step back to admire my handiwork. I smile. The little hero somewhat resembles a fly trapped in a spider’s web. Time to wake him up. I walk over to his body and examine it. He is inexperienced… but resilient in his own way. I rub my hand over his chest and abs, gauging the development and musculature of his young, heroic form. I heft his balls and cock in my hand, gauging their weight. I reach up with my left hand and grab his hair. I pull his head back and stare into his slack face. Then, I break out into a smile as my right hand, still hefting his orbs, begins to tighten, starting to crush his nuts in my grip, the pressure building slowly. This will be the perfect wake up call for my little hero.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: You drop me like an unwanted child toy and I collapse on the cold concrete floor, my body trembles still from the cold and you waist no time in setting me up for whatever you have planned. First you remove the handcuffs you had me trapped in earlier, then you lift me by my hair and slam me roughly against the wall. The discomfort is clear in my expression, even knocked out you can notice that I’m hurting from that slam. Not that you care, you grab my limbs and lock them into the chains in the room, shortly after I’m hanging in the air, arms and legs spread out as my head hangs down whining from the pressure the chains put on my limbs.

I can’t tell what happened next, I remember feeling pressure on the back of my head and then that unbearable pain in my boy nuts. I wake up screaming loudly crying out in pain as my eyes water up in tears. I don’t think there’s any point in begging you to stop and at this moment I don’t even care what you think of me. “Stop! Please! Please stop!” I cry out begging for your mercy.

10:11 The_Russian_Hammer: My grip on his balls definitely wakes him up, screaming. He starts to cry and beg for me to stop. I keep the pressure on just a bit longer, then I let go. I step back, watching his body shuddering as I examine him. Casually, I slap him across the face with my hand, controlling my power so as not to break anything.

“I have to make my report to the Council. So, I’m afraid you will be deprived of the pleasure of my company for a while. But don’t worry, I intend to leave you in good hands.” I lean forward, seizing the back of your hair once more in my left hand, and suddenly tilting my head as I thrust my face into yours, locking my mouth on yours with a savage, and passionate kiss. My cock stirred a bit in my trousers. I won’t deny that there was something about this little hero that appealed to me. Breaking him, brainwashing him... would be not only beneficial for our plans, but also a delightful activity.

I take in a deep breath, using the sheer power of my lungs to suck nearly all of the air out of your lungs as I kiss you, then suddenly, I break off my kiss and turn on my heels, heading for the door. I open the door, and speak once more in Russian, wanting to keep you off balance and confused as to what will happen next.

There are two guards outside the chamber as I address them, “Men, the prisoner inside is not to be allowed to sleep. You may use any means necessary to keep him awake, short of causing permanent injury. Be careful of him, he has unusual powers. In case you get into trouble, the room will be monitored by a security camera. You will be relieved in about five hours. Now go, have fun with him.”

The two guards, big, hard-muscled, hard-bitten Russians entered the cell with a set of savage smiles on their faces. They were both dressed in the standard Red Fist uniform, solid black combat gear, with a red star on their chests. The two guards had a quick whispered consultation in Russian, and then the second guard pulled out a weapon and pointed at you, his eyes were hard. The first guard stepped in, and without a moment’s hesitation, plowed his thick fist like a sledgehammer into your abs, while spitting in your face, his expression one of savage pleasure mixed with contempt.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: You slowly let go of my balls and I whimper sobbing before you. You take a step back and slap me across the face making my cheek go red. You warn me that you’ll be leaving and that I’ll be “in good hands”. Then you grab the back of my head, my eyes meeting yours as I cry like a little boy until your lips touch mine. You’re kissing me? If my brain was a computer this would be one of those blue screen situations. My cock responds to our kiss and rises up as my eyes go wide from the kiss.

Then I feel my air leaving me, I feel light headed, unable to take any breath in until you step away heading outside. My head hangs from my neck over my chest, breathing heavily to catch my breath as you head outside and the guards come in, closing the door after them. One puts a gun to my head and the other slams his fist so hard into my gut I throw up some water at his feet. I cough with my stomach hurting badly as I barely suck any air in when I try to breathe.

10:11 Andrei_Volkov: As agreed with Maxim, I would get the first session with our prisoner. I had no idea who he was, I hadn’t been told, other than he had unusual powers. I am sure we would be fully briefed on him later. But for now, I had a job to do. Keep him from sleeping. And make him suffer. This was far more interesting than simply guarding a door. Dmitri was too good to us. Toying with this young man was going to make our shift fly by.

I stepped back in time to avoid the watery vomit the prisoner spat up after I slammed his gut. I looked annoyed, not wanting to get any of it on my uniform. I grabbed the back of his head and shouted in his face, “Dirty pig!” Then, I raised my knee and smashed it into his balls while once more driving my fist into his abs.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: The guard would grab my head and yell into my face before slamming his knee into my balls. If I had any breath that would make me scream but just as I inhaled the man’s fist sank inside my gut once again and my breath was forced out. With no air I would fall unconscious once again, my body convulsing as I couldn’t breathe.

10:11 Andrei_Volkov: Growling, I step back, watching the prisoner fight for air. I wait, letting him slowly recover a bit, then I turn to Maxim, “Fire.” I tell him, in Russian. Maxim with a savage grin, pulls the trigger on his weapon, and his weapon, a taser, fires. Two small electric wires dart out from his weapon, attaching to the side of your neck, where they instantly unload a savage burst of electrical current into your trapped body.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: The Russians are merciless, even when faced with just a young man they show no hesitation. As I pass out the guard shoots me with a taser, the electricity runs into my body but instead of shocking me it activates my chi. The electricity goes through the chains holding me into the room around and back the way they came, the taser. Maxim finds himself receiving the electricity right back at him shooting him back towards the wall across the room.

10:11 Andrei_Volkov: Suddenly, Maxim starts to convulse and his body is knocked back against the wall, he slumps groaning in pain. I turn to look at the prisoner. Clearly, that was some kind of demonstration of the young prisoner’s strange powers that we had been warned about. I turn, and help Maxim up. He is groaning, and convulsing, but all of us have been tasered before, it is part of our training. He begins to recover. And he looks angry, enraged.

10:11 Maxim_Semenov: I hate getting tasered. Absolutely HATE IT. This freak will pay for what he did to me. Does he think he can humiliate me? I growl at Andrei as he helps me up. My limbs are still twitching and I feel unsteady. “It is my turn now Andrei. Dmitri said we were not to cause permanent injury, but there were no other restrictions placed on us?” Andrei nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, I turned towards our prisoner. I felt my cock start to throb and grow stiff as I realized what it was I wanted to do to him. I turn to Andrei, “Do you think he is a virgin? He can’t be older than 20 or so… And even if he isn’t a virgin… I bet no one has ever plowed his ass, have they?”

I slowly start to walk towards the prisoner. I cock my fist as I approach him, and smash it across his jaw, my arm thick with muscle, the fist hits hard. Then, I use my other hand to explore his body, feeling his musculature. Young, but fit. Very fit. Casually, I unzip my trousers, and fish out my thick, hard 8” rod, pulsing with anticipation. I walk around behind him. There is a small gap between his back and the wall behind him. I brace my boots on the shackles attached to his ankles, then push up against the wall. I reach forward with one arm around his neck, and my dick starts to tease his ass as I lean forward and bite him, hard on the neck.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: Still unconscious I have no idea what took place, I feel something hitting my jaw hard and slowly open my eyes to see only one man standing in front of me. But then horror fills me as I feel a hand around my neck from behind, my ankles pulled down hard making me groan in pain… and then something big and hard pressing against my lower back, close to my butt. For the first time since I got locked up I struggle, my arms and legs trying to move and break free from the shackles that hold them.

“No! Please no!” I start begging as I then feel his breath over my shoulder before he bites my neck hard. I scream out in pain as my body shivers and my cock jumps up once again. I cry out shaking my head as my chi flows faster inside my body, reacting to my desperation.

10:11 Maxim_Semenov: I hear his screams, in English. Ahhh… so our prisoner is a westerner, is he? He must have been captured when Dmitri led his daring raid against the Freedom Force. Is our prisoner one of their number?? The thought that I can have my way with one of the legendary members of the Freedom Force sends a surge of lust flushing through my body. Without a moments hesitation, I brace myself, and thrust up, driving my cock deep up into his ass.

The resistance is fierce, he is so very tight. But I am strong and relentless, and the surge of lust that rips through my nerves and my cock drives me on, as I force my dick up his ass in one long, brutal thrust.

10:11 Andrei_Volkov: I watch with delight as Maxim begins to rape this young hero. I quickly reach the same conclusion as he. He is an English speaker… he must have been captured by Dmitri during his raid. But soon all other thoughts about his origins fade away, as I watch with fascination, the reaction of his cock. It is… actually getting hard… He is enjoying this cruel treatment? Or is it something to do with his unusual power? I do not know… but I know one thing… this will be a powerful tool to add to his humiliation and suffering.

I drop to my knees, open my mouth, and swallow his stiffening dick, giving him perhaps his first ever blow job.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: What followed might be ranked as one of the most horrible moments of my life. The Russian soldier forced himself inside me. O screamed and I cried and he kept going. I’ve never felt pain like this before, I gripped to the chains holding me as I watched as the other man dropped to his knees before me and started to suck my cock. I moaned, I hated it, but I moaned. He was good at that, really good, and for an inexperienced young man whose first time was taken from me by these two…

After a long fuck that seemed fo last for days… my cum flew off my cock and entered Andrei’s mouth. A little secret about me, my cum carries some of my chi which is supposed to go for my sons and daughters so they can continue our line. But if consumed by another, it gives them a boost in their physical condition and even gives them a good amount of healing for a little while, making it perfect for soldiers before war. I feel drained, my body hurts and my energy seems to be gone as I feel Andrei consume my load.

10:11 Maxim_Semenov: This was sheer heaven, his ass was tight as I drove deeper and deeper into him. His screams and the thrashing of his young hero muscle drove me absolutely wild. I kept back as long as I could, but eventually, the sheer delight was too much for me, and with a loud groan, I thrust forward one final time, unloading my thick Russian seed deep inside his young heroic body, shuddering at the intensity of my orgasm.

10:11 Andrei_Volkov: I was enjoying this, very much. Usually I was the one getting the blow job, not giving it, but this was a special circumstance. This was a tool to begin the process of teaching our prisoner his place, showing him that he wasn’t in charge of anything, not even his own manhood. I was shocked when suddenly, he began to spasm, unloading his seed directly down my throat. I was annoyed at first, and moved to spit it out, but then suddenly, every nerve in my body started to tingle, and a sense of refreshment and strength surged through my limbs.

It felt like I had been shot up with adrenaline. I staggered to my feet, looking at my hands in wonder. I had bloodied my knuckles earlier when I was training in the gym, doing pad work with my comrades, but before my eyes the scrapes and abrasions healed, and the skin sealed up. I looked into the hero’s eyes, then I began to grin. I couldn’t wait to tell Dmitri what I had found out. The science division had worked for over a decade before finally producing one dose of the serum that had transformed Dmitri into our champion the Russian Hammer, but the key ingredient was so rare, they had never been able to produce another.

But here… with this prisoner… I shook my head out, grinning. Just wait until we told Dmitri. We had perhaps discovered the goose that lays the golden egg.

Maxim joined me, but he was so dazed from his own release that he didn’t notice my euphoria. I looked down, and saw a white, creamy drop splat down from behind the trapped hero, beginning to pool on the concrete. I grinned at Maxim, as his cum leaked out of the hero’s ass.

Then, I turned to look at the hero again. He was starting to drift off, clearly exhausted. Grunting, I remembered our orders. The hero was meant to be deprived of sleep, a key element in weakening his will allowing us to brainwash him. I slammed my fist deep into his gut to wake him up, unaware of my newfound strength, or how that might affect the power behind the blow.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: My mind was slowly drifting away, I was broken, defeated, seeded, fucked… fucked… something that would haunt me for who knows how long, from myass two different liquids would drop together, the seed of the man who took my virginity away, and the blood of the boy who had just died inside me. I couldn’t hold my head up and as it dropped and my eyes closed a fist sank into my gut much harder than before. Blood flew off my mouth as I coughed, spitting more blood down as a huge bruise started to spread out on my body, like oil leaking on water. My body would start to convulse, and more blood would be spilled on the floor.

10:11 Andrei_Volkov: I watched the reaction to my blow in astonishment. I hadn’t meant to hit him that hard… I looked at my fist. Then I realized… the hero’s seed.. It must grant great strength as well as refreshment, energy and healing. My uniform was sprayed with blood as the hero began to cough violently. I grinned. I would have to be more careful though. We did not want to hurt our new possession. There was so much he could do for us.

10:11 The_Russian_Hammer: It had been 24 hours since I had left the little hero to the tender mercies of my guards. I had heard, of course, about the seemingly miraculous effects the hero’s seed had had on Andrei, as soon as he went off shift, he had come straight to me. Excited, we headed to the lab, where our researchers began to study him. But … even as they were testing his strength, reflexes, and metabolic functions, the effect began to fade. It had only been temporary. But now, the research division was wild to get their hands on samples of his semen. All in good time.

But right now, the most important thing was to break his will, to get him to willingly cooperate with us. After we had accomplished that, everything else would be easier.

And so it was that I entered the small cell again. I interrupted the two guards who had been engaged in slapping your face back and forth every time you started to drift off. I dismissed them at once, then approached you. Your body was covered from head to toe with brutal bruises, lacerations, cuts, scrapes. Your skin was coated with bodily fluids, yours and others. Clearly, the last twenty four hours had been hellish for you.

But I was not here to torture you further. Not exactly. My guards had been the stick… and now, I would be the carrot. Counting on your mind to be foggy from the sleep deprivation and the constant torture, I would add to that confusion and lay the groundwork for my recruitment drive.

I stepped up and gently reached my hand out to hold your chin. I leaned forward, and softly kissed you on your forehead. I whispered, my voice tender and full of concern, “You look terrible little hero. In pain. You are hurt, and suffering.” I walked over to the cabinet, and drew out a basin of water and a cloth. With gentle attention, I dipped the cloth in the water, and started to clean the caked cum, blood, and vomit off your young well-muscled hero body.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: The following hours thing just get worse, with each new guard shift comes with new torture ideas. As the last two arrive, I’m all but a shell of what once was a young aspiring hero. I’m hanging motionless staring at a random spot on the floor in front of me. No sounds come out, the two just slap my face for fun as they have nothing better to do. As you enter I don’t even notice and I keep facing the same spot. As you lift my chin you can see that my mind is not in my body, I’m as good as a corpse now.

You kiss my forehead, a display of tenderness that warms my petrified heart, you take a piece of cloth and use it to clean me. Your voice and touch get no reaction from me still, no words, no movement, nothing. My breathing is slow and painful from all the bruising, the only sounds that come out of me are the painful grunts of my inhales and exhales.

10:11 The_Russian_Hammer: I can tell that you are deeply traumatized by the last 24 hours of brutal attention from my guards. You don’t respond to my ministrations, but that is to be expected. It is only a matter of time. After being subjected to such cruelty and brutality, the need for comfort and kindness is a deep hunger, bait to lure the prisoner out his shell.

And the strange thing was… it was not all feigned, or faked. There was something about this young little hero that deeply appealed to me. I had not been able to stop thinking about him all day as I had caught up with my many other duties.

I finished cleaning off the hero, and then whispered into his ear. “We don’t need these chains, do we? Let’s get them off you.” I remove the manacles holding you in place, and as you tumble out of the chains, I scoop you up in arms, my powerful muscles rippling and surging as I hold you lightly, cradling your head against my chest, enfolding you in the awesome power of my combat-forged super soldier might. “Are you hungry, little hero? Would you like a drink of water?” My voice is soft and gentle.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: The hammer has returned, and he is acting differently than the last time he saw me, he’s… caring? And gentle? He cleans me as best as possible with the cloth he had brought and he whispers in my ears about releasing me. My body just falls towards the muscle man and leans against him as he picks me up. My eyes are still fixed on a random point in space as you ask me if I’m hungry and offer me a drink. As before there’s no response from me, my entire body trembling a little as a tear runs down my cheek. Is this real? Did I finally fall asleep and I’m dreaming? But if I’m dreaming, why is he here? My head aches as I try to make sense of what is going on, the chi I had stored in my body to help me with the internal damage is about to run out… if I were to fall from this man’s graces… it could lead to my death… death…

My mind travels back to the day dream I had at the third guard shift. As both men forced themselves inside my ass I found an escape into dreaming about how the other heros are dealing with my inevitable death. Or if they already believe me dead… how would my funeral be, how would everyone react, I had no family to go back to other than Rorschach who took me in after he found out my secret identity. Rorschach, could he still be looking for me?

My mind travels back to the present. My arm trembles weakly as I try to raise my hand but it just drops. I slowly turn my head letting out painful cries as my neck moves. I barely move as I try to nod at you accepting your offer. Be real or not, I don’t have any other choice other than to hope your intentions are genuine.

10:11 The_Russian_Hammer: I feel his body start to tremble in my arms, as a single tear trickles down his cheek. I lean down, and kiss him tenderly, tasting the salty tear as I do. He is nearly broken from his ordeal. Now, I simply need to give him an alternative to torment.

He tries to lift his arm, but he does not even have the strength for that. But, he is beginning to respond, leaving the catatonic state he had slipped into. I see emotions play across his face before he nods. “Of course you do. You must be in a great deal of pain after the last day. The guards, they were not gentle with you, were they?” I stroke his face tenderly.

“I will not hurt you. Come, let us see what we can do about your comfort.” I carry you in my arms, cradling you tenderly, enfolding you in the strength and power of my combat-forged muscle. And… even though there is a deeper purpose behind what I am doing, I find the sensation pleasurable. The feel of his young heroic body nestled against the might of my own mature, steel-hard muscle is very pleasant.

I leave the small cell, and head down the passage, guards saluting and talking excitedly as we passed, pointing at you. Clearly the story of what your seed had done to Andrei had spread, and they were all eager for a sample.

Then, I entered a set of double doors. There, against one wall lay a double bed. There was a dresser on one wall, a picture frame full of medals from my years of service as a Spetsnaz, and a small table,but other than that, the room was Spartan. I whisper as I lay you down in the middle of my bed, “These are my private quarters. Tonight, little hero, you will be my guest.”

A servant entered, carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and a glass of water. He set it on the small table next to my bed. I sat down on my bed, resting my back against the wall behind my bed, and carefully pulled your weakened body up into a sitting position, letting your head rest back against me, nestled in between my steel-hard, hairy pecs. I reach over and grab the glass of water, holding it to your lips, “Here little hero, have a drink. You must be very dry after losing so much fluid and enduring so much pain and suffering.”

10:22 Noah_Nyx: It’s not hard for you to notice the mental state I’m currently in. You stroke my face and even though you said you wouldn’t hurt me, I tremble at your touch. Your mention of how “gentle” the guards were brings painful memories back to mind that makes me sob again, no tears as they’ve all been used by now. You carry me out and we move past more guards and some from the last 24 hours. My body shivers at the sight and by instinct I lean into you seeking protection.

You keep carrying me away until we enter a new room, much nicer than the cell I’ve been in these last few…. Hours? Days? Weeks? My mind was so foggy I completely lost track. You set me down on your bed and it feels soft and nice. I hear someone entering and by reflex I try to move, Ilet out a breathless cry as I try to move my left arm that has been dislocated during the sixth or seventh shift. I feel you grabbing me and I panic as you pull me towards you. I lean against you trembling waiting for the pain to come, but instead you offer me water. I open my mouth, my lips and mouth are as dry as a desert and I drink it all in one sip.

10:11 The_Russian_Hammer: You are skittish, and deeply traumatized, anticipating the renewal of brutality at every point. This is good. This is where you need to be. I keep every movement gentle and tender, soft and deliberate. “Good, that’s right. Not too much water though… slowly, slowly. Now, you need some nourishment.”

I dip out a spoonful of the rich, creamy soup and move slowly, placing the tip on your trembling lip, and let the warm liquid flow into your mouth. I kiss the top of your head gently as I spoon feed you, bit by bit, until the bowel is empty. I put the spoon aside, and lean back, my hands tenderly resting on your torso, lightly touching your body, keeping the contact intimate and tender.

After a while, I speak up again, “I am sorry that the Freedom Force have abandoned you to such a cruel fate. It is clear that they care nothing about your well-being. Otherwise, they would have attempted to rescue you, wouldn’t they? But don’t worry little hero, you can trust me. I will give you the care and guidance that they cannot.”

10:22 Noah_Nyx: Slowly you feed me the soup and aid me into drinking the water. My color returns to my skin and I feel your lips on top of my head. You are caring for me… You lean back and I go down with you, laying on top with you behind/under me. Your touch is tender and gentle… You mention the other heroes and how they abandoned me… “T… T… They Abandoned…” Weak words come out of my mouth and I quickly sit up covering my mouth coughing some blood. “It hurts… it hurts…” I cry as my chi runs out and the internal damage that had been slowed down by it starts to show. New bruises appear all over my body as I cry before your body shakes wildly from the pain before I pass out not able to bear with all the pain.

10:11 The_Russian_Hammer: I feel you shake as you start to cough up blood. Your body trembles violently, and you cry out in pain, shuddering and trembling. I can see bruises begin to appear and spread, turning dark all over your body. Hmmmmmmm… I began to suspect that it was somehow linked to your strange abilities. Still, it was clear you would need medical attention at once. I hold you tenderly, somehow fascinated by your vulnerability, and genuinely concerned about your well being. You were important to our plans … but it was clearly more than that.

I made a call, summoning the medics. Two of them rush in and move to a stretcher, pushing you through the halls to our infirmary. There, doctors check your vital signs as I watch carefully, my brows furrowed in thought. I make a call to one of the members of the research division. “Have you prepared the vocal tracks I requested?”

A few minutes later, the researcher shows up with a pair of headphones. I take them, nodding. One of the doctors approaches me, “We have stabilized him. He was suffering from internal bleeding, but that has been staunched. He is sleeping now.” I grin. “Thank you doctor.”

I approach him, and carefully place the headphones on him, covering his ears. I hit a switch on the headphones, and a voice begins to sound in your ears. It is my voice.

The tone and frequency has been specially developed by our research team to sink deep into the listener’s sleeping mind, implanting the words and ideas directly into a man’s subconscious. The technique works best the more vulnerable and weakened a man is. Such as a man who has just endured soul-shattering torture for a full day… followed by a confusing dose of tender affection from someone he thought was his enemy.

The voice begins to speak… “Dmitri will care for you. Dmitri will guide you. You want to make Dmitri happy. He is your friend. The Red Fist is your friend. You want to serve the Red Fist. The heroes from the Freedom Force have abandoned you. They do not care about you. They are not your friend. They are your enemy….”

Over and over the voice sounds, sending the words into your weakened mind to begin taking root deep inside your subconscious.

10:22 Noah_Nyx: My condition worsens and you call for the medical team right away. As they try to take me away from you I resist, strangely I do not want to leave your side, but I’m too weak to really struggle, so take me somewhere else. I’m put under general anesthesia as the doctors work on fixing my internal bleedings. They also take notice of my crushed ankle and they do what they can to stabilize it. Then I’m put in a room where I sleep to recover from everything that has happened in these past 48 hours. My weakened mind can’t stop thinking about Dmitri, he was caring for me… He wanted to help…

In my dreams I stand in a strange room with paintings around me, there you stand beside me, yet your voice seems to echo all around. “Dmitri will care for you.” Your voice said in my head. “Dmitri will guide you.” Guide me? He’ll make me stronger? “You want to make Dmitri happy.” I want to make him happy, he saved me. “He is your friend.” Dimitri is my friend, the one I can always count on. I turn to face you and I move in to hug you, but your body fades and you reappear away dressed back in your suit with other soldiers beside you. “The Red Fist is your friend.” They saved my life... “You want to serve the Red Fist.” I’m eternally grateful to them. They saved me… Then you all fade away and behind me the paintings change to the Freedom Force. I see them all standing in a line facing away from me waving like they’re taking pictures. “The heroes from the Freedom Force have abandoned you.” They left me behind to die in that explosion… It's all their fault! “They do not care about you.” They knew it was gonna happen, they wanted to get rid of me. “They are not your friend.” None of them are, they need to pay. They are NOT my friends. I say as I start to gather energy. “They are your enemy…” Yes… THEY are the enemy. At this moment I shoot the accumulated energy towards the Freedom Force creating a big explosion that destroys the entire room. I fall to my knees looking down until I feel your touch in my shoulder.

“Dmitri will care for you. Dmitri will guide you. You want to make Dmitri happy. He is your friend.” HE is my Friend. I turn my head and I kneel before you resting my forehead against the back of your hand. After a few hours my eyes slowly open, your voice keeps repeating the same phrases like a mantra in my head. I turn my eyes to see you seated beside me and a smile grows on my lips. “D… D… Dmitri.” I call for you.

Published: 2021-11-24, viewed 45 times.