BIG LUCAS:

The alarm made me jump. Red lights danced on the concrete walls, painting my face with fear. The underground complex was a labyrinth. Cold, damp corridors led to a brilliant heart: Damien Voss's laboratory. It was a place of science and madness. Researchers in white coats, ran between tanks of glowing liquid and screens showing DNA sequences. They were searching for immortality. Not the metaphorical kind. The real kind. Voss's holy grail. The bodyguards were in turmoil. They were giants in tactical gear. Ex-military men with empty eyes. They moved with deadly efficiency. Their leader, a man named Kael, had a lightning scar on his skull. He yelled orders into his headset."Intruders detected! Gamma sector! Lock it down!"The bodyguards were walls of muscle and steel. "Stay here, scholar. Don't move." One said. while the men formed a human barricade, their rifles pointed down the dark tunnels.

"What's happening?" I whispered, my voice trembling."They're here for him," Kael grunted. He laughed, a dry, joyless sound. "Voss is a dead man. A neurological disease is eating him from the inside out." He tapped his temple. "But he survives. Part of his mind is already an AI. A second consciousness that keeps him sharp. But his body is failing. That's why the researchers are here. To replace him, piece by piece. Organ by organ."

Damien Voss. That was the name on my contract. A plane ticket to an island that wasn't on any map. An offer too good to be true. I was spotted. My thesis on Greek myths had circulated in private circles. Voss himself called me. Not an assistant. The man himself, the billionaire surrounded with mystery. His voice was metallic, filtered through an implant. "I'm looking for the truth, Lucas," he said. "Not legends."The hiring was fast. Polygraph tests. Psychological analysis. Voss wanted a brilliant mind. He wanted an obedient body. He saw me as the perfect scholar.

An explosion shook the floor. Dust fell from the ceiling. Panic was in the air. They, who ever they were, didn't want to kill Voss. They wanted to kidnap him. To steal him, and his technology. To turn him into a weapon. I pressed myself against the wall, terrified. I looked at the screens. Red dots moved through the tunnels in our direction.

DEAN BRUCE:

The battles of the new era will no longer be fought with guns and cannons, nor with missiles or rockets; drones will soon be a thing of the past. Governments, corporations, military forces, and banks will soon be brought to their knees, forced to surrender unconditionally to all demands once their systems, programs, accounts, and data have been conquered and taken hostage. With the push of a button, they could be turned against themselves, made to destroy themselves. All that is needed is a superintelligence whose genius and brainpower are combined with the world’s most closely guarded artificial intelligence. No firewall, virus protection, or password maze could prevent this weapon of the new age from breaching even the most heavily fortified targets. The world would soon be on its knees before me, for I knew where to get such a thing. The key to propelling the group I represent to global leadership is a man named Mr. Voss. And I know where he is.

Some people call my group terrorists because we’ll stop at nothing to achieve our goal. I call us healers. I and ten other healers arrived at the door of a bunker reinforced with over a meter of steel in the early morning, at exactly 3:35 a.m. The guards stationed in front of the door—presumably just for show—didn’t even bat an eye when we appeared before them. And no wonder, since there was still a smoking hole between both men’s eyes where a bullet had penetrated all the way to their brains just three seconds earlier. We arrived just in time as the men slumped to the ground without uttering a sound. These were just guards; I knew that inside, Voss’s highly trained bodyguards would be waiting for us—men who wouldn’t be stopped by a single shot.

The steel entrance, resembling a vault door, shattered into thousands of shards as it buckled under the explosive force of the Semtex. The path to a new world order had been opened. We rushed inside, killing the two wounded guards behind the door. "Mr. Voss... we'll meet soon!"

BIG LUCAS:

I wonder who our attackers are. How did they find this highly protected place? I know they are some groups outside who would risk all to have access to Voss’s researches. One group I heard about is called the healers. Nobody knows what their goals are or who hired them . Probably another mad billionaire. But I know, where they pass,they leave only death and destruction. Since I arrived, I have not seen Voss. I have only spoken to him through a microphone and an earpiece.Only his bodyguards know where his robotic body is hidden.I tried to find out. I went to the gym with them to train and listen to their conversations. I fucked some to get their secrets. I learned only one thing. Voss is in an underground apartment. The access is controlled by a sophisticated system.

Suddenly, Kael pushes me behind a desk for cover. Now, the doors to the labs are also secure. A self-destruct system will kill the researchers and destroy their work if an unauthorized person tries to enter. I hear the banging and the screams of the poor scientists. They face death. I shiver at the cruelty of the situation. I fear for my life. I know they will kill me too. If not Voss's men, then the attackers.

DEAN BRUCE:

In any operation, the mole’s work is almost always the most crucial part of intelligence gathering. A mole can sometimes be persuaded to talk, made to leak information by blackmailing him or his family, or bribed with money or a position of power. In this case, it was the latter. We promised our mole a substantial reward and a special position in the new world order. We knew the exact number of bodyguards, the locations of the guards, and the route to Mr. Voss’s bunker apartment. We knew the exact number of scientists; our mole even provided us with their photographs. There was no photo of only one new expert, but he was a civilian, a scientist, and therefore posed no threat.

The first ten meters into the bunker are tedious. The guards fall to our bullets one after another; there’s nothing exciting about it, but the situation changes when we encounter the first trained bodyguards. Right at the start, one of my men lets out a hollow groan, grabs his throat with both hands, blood gushing from between them. The man’s eyes roll back in his head until he collapses to the ground, dead, a massive commando knife thrust up to the hilt into his neck, piercing his windpipe and severing the connection between his spinal cord and his brain.

My cock gets rock hard, like a steel rod. Finally, some action. Another one of my men turns to face the skillful bodyguard as I show the sign to the other of my men to stay out. This is one of the reasons I love my job: brutal man-to-man fights.

BIG LUCAS:

I hear explosions in the distance, followed by a burst of gunfire. The guards are under attack. Two of them stagger toward us, their bodies riddled with bullets, before collapsing heavily onto the floor. I scan the room for a way out, but every exit is sealed. The elevator requires facial recognition and a code—neither of which I have.If only I could find a weapon. I rummage through the drawers, my hands trembling just enough to slow me down. A small letter opener. A stapler. Pathetic—but better than nothing. I slip them into the pockets hiding them as best I can.

Then the sound of boots grows closer. They’re here, about a dozen of them, dressed in dark combat gear, faces hidden beneath balaclavas or camouflage. All except one. He stands out immediately. Tall. Athletic. Black hair. His face uncovered, his presence unmistakable. I know at once he’s their leader. There’s something in the way he moves—controlled, confident. Military, without a doubt. Former Marine, maybe. He carries that aura. That’s when it clicks. We’ve been betrayed. They move like they know the place. Like they know us.

The air suddenly grows thick with a scent I’ve come to recognize—a volatile blend of fear, adrenaline, and raw anticipation. It mixes with the sharp tang of gunpowder, sweat, and blood. One of the attackers drops—knife buried deep in his throat. Good. I feel a flicker of confidence. Our bodyguards are seasoned mercenaries. They won’t go down easily. My gaze shifts to Kael. He’s smiling, rubbing his crotch, his hard cock unmistakable beneath his combat pants. Then I look at the leader. He’s smiling too. There’s a tension in him, something primal, barely restrained. The fabric of his pants pulls tight, betraying the same reaction. And I feel it too. That same surge. My hand drifts to my own groin, almost unconsciously. Nothing excites me more than watching two alphas collide—and I already know I’m witnessing something exceptional. My fear begins to fade. And besides… if I survive this, I have enough information about Voss’s experiments to bargain my way out. One way or another, I won’t die here.

DEAN BRUCE:

The bodyguard who killed one of my men doesn't seem to show the slightest fear when facing "Little Sam," a nearly two-meter-tall hulk whose face is covered in scars from previous fights. Little Sam steps forward and sends a right hook straight toward the man’s jaw while a left uppercut is already on its way toward the cartilage between his pectoral muscles—his sternum.

BIG LUCAS:

I can’t look away. I see a bodyguard who stands his ground, completely unfazed, as a tall scary guy looms over him like a wall of flesh and scars. I’ve never seen a man that tall—he’s monstrous, almost unreal. The kind of presence that crushes a room before he even throws a punch. And then he moves Fast. The right hook cuts through the air with brutal intent, and I already know what’s coming next—the uppercut, perfectly chained, driving straight toward the sternum. It’s not just strength… it’s precision. Controlled violence. Bare hands. No weapons. Just raw, physical dominance.

I feel my pulse quicken as I watch them collide, the sound of impact echoing in the confined space. The bodyguard is skilled—I can see it in the way he shifts, the way he reacts—but it won’t be enough. Not against that. I already know how this ends. One of them is going to die A strange excitement tightens in my chest as I lean forward slightly, unable to stop myself. Moments like this… pure, unfiltered confrontation between men like them… it’s intoxicating. For a second, I almost forget the danger.

DEAN BRUCE:

The strong and experienced-looking bodyguard doesn't seem to feel any fear when facing Little Sam. But I know that no man has ever been able to stand up to him—they've all ended up getting destroyed. Their fight is very even at first, but eventually Little Sam manages to get a devastating grip on the bodyguard’s throat, lifting him into the air. The bodyguard’s legs kick at thin air, but to no avail as Little Sam begins to tighten his grip on his throat. But surprisingly, the Bodyguard smiles, which makes my cock leak precum immediately...

BIG LUCAS:

I catch a new scent in the air. Sharp. Warm. Animal. Kael. He is breathing harder now. His eyes are fixed on the fight. On his man. On the danger. Something in him is… stirred. I don’t understand why, but a small stain marks his combat pant on his crotch. Even in his bad position, the bodyguard is still smiling. Even as the hand crushes his throat. Even as his feet leave the ground. Why? Then…A flash. A line of light. A blade. Everything happens in a heartbeat. The giant freezes. His grip loosens. His body trembles. Slowly, his hand rises to his face. The knife is there. Buried in his left eye. Driven in to the hilt, deep to the man brain. His expression changes. Not pain. Surprise. He sways. Then he falls. A massive crash shakes the ground. Like a fallen giant. Like a cyclops struck down by Odysseus. I know now we will keep the hand…We have the better trained warriors.

DEAN BRUCE:

Little Sam stumbles for a moment, taking clumsy steps back, then falls onto his knees, and finally, with a loud thud on his face. My cock is leaking in my jeans as I watch all that. Who could have foreseen? Little Sam was killed in 20 seconds. Just the idea makes me almost shoot my load into my pants. I turn to the brave bodyguard and clap my hands together, applauding him. "Well done, I am impressed", my voice is almost whispering as I suddenly swing around and send a high sidekick into his throat. A dull cracking sound is heard.. then he drops down onto his knees.

BIG LUCAS:

Steve…Steve is down. For a second, I can’t move. My mind refuses it. An elite soldier. A man trained for war, for chaos… gone in seconds. No struggle. No second chance. Just… erased. A cold realization settles in me. The most dangerous man here. It’s him. The leader No—more than that. An alpha. The kind that doesn’t hesitate. The kind that ends fights before they even begin. I glance at Kael. He knows it too. I see it in the way his muscles tense under the fabric of his fatigues. His gaze hardens, sharp, focused… locked on the same man. No doubt. No confusion. He has understood. He is the engine behind this attack. The situation is still in our favor. Two enemies down. Only one loss on our side. But that one man…That alpha! He changes everything.

Suddenly, everything shifts. All around me, men crash into each other. Close combat. Raw. Brutal. I hear shouts, grunts, bodies hitting the ground. Kael pulls off his military jacket. His powerful torso is now visible under a tight black tank top. He doesn’t look away from the leader of the attackers. Not even for a second. He gives sharp orders. Tang—a short, solid Asian man. Airon—a magnificent Black man. They move fast and come toward me. “The boss wants you safe,” one of them says. “We take you to Voss’ apartment if things go bad” I look around. Men are falling on both sides. Most are killed with blades. Others… necks snapped. I see Julian, the youngest of the bodyguards, on his knees. His hands press against the wide, open wound in his throat, blood pouring through his fingers. His eyes are fixed… lost. The eyes of a man who does not yet understand that he is dying. A heavy smell spreads. Sweat. Blood. Bodies losing control. But their leader… he doesn’t move. Calm. Untouched. And for the first time—I feel fear. Kael pushes two attackers aside like they are nothing.Then he moves forward. Straight toward him. I know it. This is the crucial moment.

DEAN BRUCE:

These kind of operations are not free. Many of the men won´t ever get out of this place alive. But that's the price they are agreed to pay, and to be honest, that is what I am expecting to see. Even it was my own life in stake. As we enter deeper in the bunker many more men are slaughtered brutally, throats are sliced, balls are crushed, necks snapped.. isn´t that beautiful? Finally we reach the point, some kind of control room; just 4 of my men left, facing another 4 guys, one of them specially nasty look on his face. "You must be Kael", I say to him as all guys turn to look at me.

I grab my bulge and take a step closer. All bodyguards are watching us but none of them is doing a move to stop me. "Thanks Kael for your precious help. I really appreciated that. I can feel the confusion in the air. Nobody is moving until I suddenly send a fast karate chop between the legs of one of the bodyguards next to Kael. He folds , bends moaning loud as I turn to him, grab him by the hair and shove my knee into his face over and over again until it turns into bloody, shapeless mess. The poor handsome guy makes a quiet moaning sound, drops down on his knees opening his mouth wide open. His eyes roll in his head. He is dead. I turn back to Kael who has just two bodyguards left right behind him.

BIG LUCAS:

I feel it before I understand it. We were still four men on each side, leaders facing each other. Then everything breaks. The healer leader moves first. One of our men drops in a blur of violence. No warning, no hesitation. Something shifts in the air.I frown, my instincts screaming. Why doesn’t Kael react? Why doesn’t he protect his own man? Instead… he watches. I catch it then, the look. A brief exchange between Kael and the healer leader. Not anger. Understanding. My stomach tightens. Something is wrong. I don’t know what, not yet, but I feel it deep in my bones. I hesitate—just a second. And then Kael explodes into motion. He lunges at one of the healers—a short, thick-built man, all dense muscle and raw power. Kael hits him like a battering ram, shoulder crashing into him with terrifying force. The man is thrown to the ground, a scream tearing out of him as his shoulder gives with a sickening snap. Before he can even react, Kael steps in, merciless. His boot rises—and comes down hard. Once. Twice. The sound is… unbearable. The man stops moving instantly. Gone. Just like that.

I barely have time to process the first kill before Kael moves again. This time, he goes for a hooded man—lean, wiry, veins standing out across his arms like cords.. A brutal strike in the balls, drops the man, folding him in on himself. Before he can recover, Kael grabs him by the throat and lifts him clean off the ground. The man struggles, kicking, choking—helpless. I follow the motion—and then I see it. The ventilation shaft. Wide blades spinning at full speed. My breath catches. Kael doesn’t hesitate. He hurls him forward. The scream is cut short. The sound that follows… I’ll hear it for a long time. Also the healers leader doesn’t move. Just watches. My doubts harden into something heavier. Darker. Something is very wrong. I open my mouth, about to speak—about to act—I never get the chance. Hands grab my shoulders. Firm. I’m pulled back hard. “Move.”Tang Of course. Before I can resist, I’m dragged toward the elevator. My boots scrape against the ground as I try to turn, to look back—at Kael, at the others—but it’s already too late. Tang steps forward, his face unreadable as he inputs the code. The doors slide open. We’re pushed inside. The descent is immediate. Fast. The bunker swallows us whole. My heart tightens in my chest, caught between dread… and something else. Because beneath all of it—I’m finally going to see Voss.

DEAN BRUCE:

My last warrior is confused as he is witnessing his buddies dying next to him without any reaction from me. I turn to look at his dark eyes in that handsome face. His tall but muscular body could be in the mind of many girl or man while masturbating. "Jack, follow them and do the job." My orders are clear and simples to follow. Without asking a question he goes after the two bodyguards of Mr. Voss leaving me alone with Kael. "So, my big friend, All did go as planned, didn´t it?". I place my hand on Kael´s shoulder friendly as I pull him closer to me. "As promised, you will have a special place in my organization, you will be a rich man." Our faces are so close to each other I can feel your warm breathing against the skin of my cheek.

"Kael, I really appreciate all you did for me. Without you this would have never come true", I smile when all of the sudden I nail my knee between your legs as my forehead lands on your face breaking your big nose. "Thank you, Kael but I don´t need you anymore"

BIG LUCAS:  

The doors slide open and I step into another world. A vast room. Luxurious, clean, calm. Soft light washes over antique furniture, a deep couch, paintings that look like they belong in a museum. Music fills the space—opera, I think. Not my world. Tang steps out first. The other guard moves with him. Both take position in front of the elevator, silent, ready. I stay still, waiting, hoping, despite everything, that Kael will walk through that door. Victorious. My eyes drift forward. And then I see it. Behind a reinforced glass wall… a body. Half man. Half machine. He breathes—slow, controlled. Wires run through parts of his body, feeding into screens that flicker with data. Systems controlling movement… thought… maybe even his voice. But he’s still there. Alive. Aware. Voss. So this is what they’ve done to him. I step closer to the glass, my reflection merging with his broken form. My doubts are gone now. Only one thing left. I have and can act now

DEAN BRUCE:  

Love to see that surprise on the face of big Kael. "What the fuck did you expect?. A golden crown?", I laugh as I snap a grab of your hair lifting your face up. You drop down on one knee as I shove my knee into your face until you tilt it back, revealing that sensitive throat of yours’s. "I would fuck your hairy ass but today, just don´t have time for that." Our eyes meet each other as I shove my knee into your Adam´s apple.

BIG LUCAS:  

This is it. What I was trained for. Months of discipline, of control, of learning how to think faster than fear. I wasn’t chosen by accident. My age, my face, my cover—it was all part of it. No one suspects the student. No one sees the weapon. I step closer to Tang, lowering my voice, forcing uncertainty into it. “Hey… you think we’re getting out of this?” I say, almost nervous. “I’ve got nothing to do with this. I’m just a student…”He looks at me. A faint, ironic smile. That’s all I need. I strike. My fist slams into his sternum, sharp, precise. The air leaves him in a broken gasp as he folds forward. My knee follows instantly, driving into his stomach. He drops his weapon. No hesitation. I grab him, lift, and throw his body straight into his partner just as the man raises his gun. The shot goes off, cracking against the reinforced glass. I’m already moving with the stapler and Letter opener out of my pocket.

I’m on Tang first. He raises his arms too late. I drive the stapler forward, metal snapping into his face. He recoils—just enough. The blade follows. Straight in his chest, in his heart. He moans a little and is dead. His partner is crawling, reaching for his revolver. I grab his hair, to hold him back. I slam his face into a near glass table once… twice… again—With the third impact, I aim for the corner of the thick glass surface and smash his temple against. His face is nothing but a bloody mess. My last blow ends it. Silence. Heavy. I stand there, breathing steady. No panic. No shaking. Just clarity. It’s the first time I’ve killed. And what unsettles me most… is how calm I feel and the physical pleasure that made me cum. My eyes lift toward Voss. “You’re next…” I murmur. Then..A sound..The elevator descending. I turn slowly, every muscle tightening.

DEAN BRUCE:

But Kael is a skilled fighter and manages to raise his arms just enough to deflect the lethal kick. He grabs my knee with both hands and pushes it sideways, away from himself, forcing me to struggle to maintain my balance and stay on my feet. That’s enough for Kael. He slams his forehead into my exposed groin and hooks his foot behind my ankle as I stumble backward and finally fall on my ass in front of him.

Kael begins to slowly get up from the ground as I lunge my leg toward him. My kick hits the tip of his chin, throwing his head violently sideways and backward, and he slumps back to the ground, slamming his back against the wall. I nimbly jump up from the ground to stand in front of Kael, who instinctively tries to shield his face by pushing his arms forward. Just as I expected him to do. I grab his wrists, spreading his arms wide while pulling them straight toward me. My first kick lands on his solar plexus, completely disrupting his breathing. The man coughs wildly for a moment, but his gasping soon fades as my knee smashes his face into a bloody, shapeless mass. After a few minutes and perhaps twenty knee strikes, I release Kael’s hands and let his silently whimpering, limp body fall onto its back on the ground. With a malicious grin on my face, I move closer and place my boot on his throat. CRACK. First his windpipe splits, and then his neck snaps as my boot continues to press down. I don’t have time to say goodbye to the traitorous mole as I rush after Dave.

BIG LUCAS:

I dragged the two bodies and threw them into the waste shaft. Gone. Then I turned off the lights. Less visibility. Less chance to see the blood on the floor… and on the glass table. I take a breath. I must become the harmless student again. I don’t know what happened upstairs. It doesn’t matter. Anyone who comes down here… dies. The door opens. I step back, as far as I can. At first, I only see a shadow. Big. Solid. Not Kael. Not the leader. The man steps in, weapon raised. An assault rifle, modern and clean. Efficient. I raise my hands. “Hey… don’t shoot. I’m just Voss’s secretary. I’m not a threat. ”He yells at me to get on my knees. I hesitate.Too long.He’s already in front of me.The butt of his rifle slams into my stomach.Pain explodes inside me. I scream and drop to the ground, breath gone.“Look at me… I’m not armed,” I gasp. “I can help you. I know things…”

BIG LUCAS:

His eyes move to the glass room.For a second, He forgets me. That’s enough.I grab the letter opener from my belt and drive it hard into his groin. He jerks. The pain hits him.I jump up, reaching for the rifle. He blocks the trigger, shots burst into the ceiling.Blood runs down my pants, over my shoes. The magazine empties. I smash my head into his. He stumbles back.I grab the weapon by the barrel and swing—First hit. His jaw cracks. Second. His nose breaks, blood everywhere. Third. The side of his head. He drops to his knees in front of me. I grab his head. Twist.A sharp crack. I love the sound of a neck breaking. Then silence. I lift my eyes. The leader of the healers is there. Standing by the elevator. A cold, cruel smile on his lips.

DEAN BRUCE:

I step into the dimly lit room. A bespectacled thug tries to look innocent, his hands stained with blood up to his elbows, and Dave’s lifeless body lying at your feet. At the same time, I realize that you must be the innocent civilian who poses no threat to the operation in any way, except by killing Dave, an elite warrior—and with your bare hands, no less, since I can see you’re unarmed. “Raise your hands so I can see them, above your head. SLOWLY!”

I step closer to you when I see that you’re obeying my command. I glance down at Dave’s lifeless body. His lifeless face is frozen in a look of horror—perhaps even surprise—but it’s definitely a look of agony. I grab you by the throat and squeeze, cutting off your breath. “Who the fuck are you, really?”

BIG LUCAS:

I raise my hands slowly, keeping my movements calm, controlled.“Hey… hey… I’m not a threat,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.You step closer. Too close.Your eyes drop to the body. I follow your gaze for a second—just enough to look shaken.Then your hand grab my throat.Hard.My breath cuts off instantly.I choke, my hands instinctively grabbing your wrist.“I—I don’t know… what happened…” I gasp. “I was… with Mr. Voss… I heard noise… I came in and—”I cough, struggling for air. My chest burns.“Those two… the other bodyguards… they were here…” I force out. “They must have killed him… swear…”Your grip tightens.My vision starts to blur.“My hands—” I try again, weaker now, desperate. “I checked him… I thought… maybe he was still alive…”I swallow, choking. “I’m just a student… a researcher…” I manage to say, voice breaking. “I don’t belong here… I can help you… I know everything… Voss, his files… his secrets…”

DEAN BRUCE:

I listen to your rambling chatter for a moment and finally let go of your neck. You really do look like a nerd, and I doubt you could hurt even an ant. You’re probably some kind of vegan or other environmentalist. "Voss’s head is enough for me; I don’t need your information, kid," I slap you on the cheek. "All right, your explanation sounds plausible. If you want to stay alive, stay out of my way and let a professional do their job," I turn to look at the pale, sleeping Mr. Voss. "Is all ok with him?"

BIG LUCAS:

I gasp for air as you let go. My throat burns. For a second… I’m shocked. You believed me.I lower my eyes, acting small, harmless. But inside, my mind is racing. You just want Voss’s head.That’s a problem. I need the data. I need then everything erased. No traces.I glance at Voss, pale, still connected to the system.“Y-yes… he’s alive,” I say quietly. “But you can’t just… kill him like that.”I step a little closer to the machines, careful, slow. “If you cut his head now, the system will trigger a purge,” I add. “All data… gone. Locked forever. You lose everything.”I look back at you with a confident look : “I know this system. I can disconnect him safely. Extract everything first. Then… you do what you want.”I swallow, then add, softer:“Let me help you.”

DEAN BRUCE:

"Kill him? I don't want to kill him. I need him alive, you stupid boy. I need his AI brains, and you better keep your hands away from this; I know what I am doing. "I slap your face and push you backwards. "And if you dare to interfere, you will receive a bullet between your eyes. Is that clear, pussy?" I turn back to Mr. Voss and follow all the tubes and cables that are connected into his body. "I don't need his body, just his head. Perhaps you could help me a bit eventually. " I turn my gaze to you..

BIG LUCAS:

You act like a stupid alpha with you muscles and not your brain. The slap hits hard. My head snaps to the side.For a second, my eyes fill with tears. I bring a hand to my cheek, rubbing it slowly.“O-okay… okay…” I whisper, shaken. Inside thinking, "soon You’ll pay for that. Soon you will learn who the pussy is" I keep my posture small, submissive. Just a scared student, my head low, playing the part. Weak. Harmless. Then I look back at you, watching your hands move over the cables.“You’re not doing it right…” I murmur. You hesitate. Then you ask for my help.That’s it.I move quickly behind the console, acting like I know exactly what I’m doing. Focused. Precise.Then, I grab a live cable.Turn. And drive it straight into your crotch, on your hard cock.Then i turn it on your chest.The current hits instantly. Your body locks, muscles seizing as the voltage surges through you.

DEAN BRUCE:

I grit my teeth and double over without really understanding first what just happened to me. My rifle falls down onto the floor from my hands as I stumble backwards trying to get away from your reach. I gasp for breath and try to keep my balance as I look up at you again. "That was a stupid thing to do. If you think you can hurt me with that, you're sorely mistaken. You've just signed your own death warrant, you asshole!" I lift my arms and spread my legs to take a firm fighting stance, folding my body a bit in order to send a sidekick into your thick chest.

BIG LUCAS:

The kick hits me full force in the chest. Air explodes out of my lungs. I stumble back, crashing into the console, pain spreading through my ribs. For a second, I can’t breath.I try to win some time. “W-wait—!” I cough, raising a hand, playing to look panicked again. “That— that was an accident! I didn’t mean— the cable, it slipped—!” I force myself to look weak, shaking, my voice breaking. “I told you I’m not a fighter… I don’t—” I see your hesitation but also that you do not believe my new lie. Then I inhale. Slow. Deep. Everything changes. My body tightens. Muscles coil under my shirt. My posture shifts—no longer small, no longer harmless. I step forward. Fast. My hand shoots out and grabs your throat, fingers digging in hard. I slam you back against the solid glass wall with a brutal crack. “You really believe that?” I mutter, my voice low now. I can smell it—sweat, metal, blood and now fear in the air. My grip tightens. Then my knee drives up hard into your ribs. Once. Twice. A dull, heavy impact each time.

DEAN BRUCE:

"Who are you? you are not a scientist or a lab rat.. you must be a soldier, a marine, or a seal," I finally manage to say as you release your hold on my throat, allowing me to fall down on one knee, holding my ribs. Those strong impacts have most probably broken several of my lower ribs since it hurts like hell to breathe. I turn my face up and look at you carefully. "How come I didn't see those muscles before? I must have been stupid not to pay attention to them". You are towering over me, threatening with your giant body. "How is this possible even?" , I ask myself as I shove my arm between your legs trying to crush your big bulge with my bicep.

BIG LUCAS:

I look down at you, my body tense from the fight. For a brief second, a strange thought crosses my mind—if I had met you in a bar, in another life… we might have fucked in the restrooms. But not here. Not now. I feel your arm move, your bicep pressing hard as you try to squeeze my balls. Pain shoots through me, but I don’t panic. Instead, I react fast. My hand drops to my belt. I pull the letter opener and drive it straight into your arm. Your strength falters. I grab your wrist, twist sharply in a clean, brutal motion. Your shoulder gives with a sickening pop. I don’t let go. I control the arm, lock it, force you down.“Stay down.” I drag you across the floor, toward the machines connected to Voss. I slam you to your knees in front of the system, holding you there. My grip tightens. My breathing is heavier now, muscle pumped, my musk strong with sweat and precum. I feel no fear but absolute power ,mixed with the intensity of my new strength. I’m focused and in Control. “This has to end now.”

DEAN BRUCE:

My scream echoes off the massive window panes as a wave of pain courses through my body, nearly knocking me unconscious. I feel your strength as you grab hold of my body and drag my limp body closer to Voss’s bed while I struggle in vain to resist. On my knees , looking at the floor, devastated, only thought in my mind .. "HOW I GET AWAY FROM THIS?". I am finally able to talk as my breathing is calming down. "Listen, I have nothing against you. I let you go.. you can even keep Mr. Voss if you want but just let me go. I promise you won´t ever hear of me, ever again."

BIG LUCAS:

I look at you calm and empty. I was trained for this, To take pain. To obey orders. My orders are clear. Total destruction of this place. No witnesses. All scientific data recovered. My grip tightens on you. I don’t feel anything about it. Most of the people I eliminate… they would kill me without hesitation. I study your face. I’m disappointed. You give up too easily. A slight tilt of my head. Or maybe… you’re pretending. Waiting for another chance to strike. I don’t answer your offer. Not even a glance. Instead, I grab your head and slam it hard against the sharp edge of a metal table. A brutal impact. Blood runs from your forehead. I feel your body weaken. That’s enough. I reach for the cable I used before. One hand clamps your nose shut, forcing your mouth open. “Stay still.” I shove the cable deep into your throat feeding you with the current. Your body convulses as the electricity surges through you. I 'm watching, waiting—Hoping you finally lose consciousness

DEAN BRUCE:

At first, the pain is unbearable as an electric current courses through my entire body, but then the pain fades and everything goes dark as I lose consciousness. I feel my body jerking as if something were kicking me from the inside, and then... then even that fades away, replaced by numbness, emptiness—I float there... outside of everything

Last thing I can feel is the cold floor of the laboratory.. and my heartbeat that is slowly calming down.

BIG LUCAS:

I watch you collapse. Your body jerks, then slowly goes still. For a moment, I just stand there, making sure you’re truly out. Then I move. I kneel beside you and start searching your pockets. A badge. I turn it in my hand. Dean Bruce, Helixion Dynamics..Of course. A competitor to Voss. Working on neural preservation… immortality research. I’ve heard the name before. And the man behind it.  Elias Korr. A billionaire. Untouchable. For now. I slip the badge into my pocket. “You were sent by him…” I murmur. I stand and strip you of your gear, your clothes—everything that could identify you. I toss it all into the incinerator. Flames rise, consuming the evidence. Then I drag you to a table. I secure your body face down with leather restraints. Tight. I take a moment to look at your nude body. You’re strong. Built for combat. A useful body. I turn to the machine. I prepare the interface. Metal ports. Neural connectors. I disinfect the contact points, then press the injector tool against your back, along the spine. Click. The ports slide in, one by one, locking into place along your nervous system. You don’t wake. Just moan.

BIG LUCAS:

Then I connect the cables. Your body twitches slightly as the signals begin to map your neural pathways. “Connection… stabilizing,” I read on the screen Then I move to the console. I plug in a secure external drive. Fast transfer. All of Voss’s research copied, encrypted. Done. I turn back to Voss. I disconnect him. The machine screams, alarms blaring, lights flashing. For a second, the system destabilizes. Then it stabilizes again. Your body reacts. The system reroutes. I step closer to Voss. “No witnesses. ”I grab his head. Twist. A clean break. I remove my bloodstained clothes and throw them into the incinerator. I m completely nude. The glass wall reflects my powerful muscular body and my hard cock. I return to the console. I type a command. “Activate subject. ”Your body tenses. Your eyes open. Empty. Controlled. I watch you carefully and free you from the leather restraints.“Stand.”i say. You obey. Perfect. “You move when I say. You act when I say. ”I step closer.“You belong to me now.”

DEAN BRUCE:

I try to struggle, fight against the weird feeling that is conquering my will, the control over my body. I lose the battle against the devilish software without being able to raise my fist. I stand up, like some fucking robot though my mind, my sensations are all mine. I just can´t control my body. "What is it you want. There is no need for this.. just let me go", I beg you.

BIG LUCAS:

The room is filled with the hum of the machine and the occasional beep of the console, a symphony of control and power.Your voice is strained, a desperate plea. "What is it you want? There's no need for this... just let me go."I chuckle, a low, menacing sound. "Oh, Dean. You have no idea what I want. But you will. Soon enough."I circle you like a predator, my eyes roaming over your muscular frame. The scent of your sweat fills the air. I can feel the power coursing through me,"You belong to me now," I say, my voice leaving no room for argument. "Your body, your mind—everything is mine to command."I reach out, my hands gripping your shoulders, feeling the hard, unyielding muscle beneath my touch..

Your body responds, but your mind rages against the control. . "You're mine, Dean," I growl, again my hands roaming over your body, exploring every hard plane and muscle. "Every inch of you belongs to me."My hands move lower.. Your cock is hard.I wrap a hand around your length, feeling the velvety smoothness of your skin, the iron hardness beneath. I stroke slowly, my grip firm, my movements deliberate. Your body tenses, a low moan escaping your lips despite your mind's protests. "Tell me you want this," I command, my voice a low growl. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."

DEAN BRUCE:

My mind tries to fight back for a moment longer, but eventually it breaks under the overwhelming force, following my body’s example and proving the worst thing a fighter could ever fear: being raped at the end of the battle. It’s worse than death, something I can’t even prepare for. I feel your grip on my hips tighten and the head of your cock touch the space between my buttocks as you milk my traitorous cock. I can’t even close my eyes, only moan at the sensation as you use your skilled hand to bring my balls closer to my body, ready to surrender my seed into your palm. “Yes. I want you to fuck me,” I hear my own voice say.

BIG LUCAS:

I release your cock, I step closer, my body pressing against yours, feeling the heat of your skin. I reach around, my hand gripping your ass, pulling you closer, aligning our bodies. "You're going to take every inch of me." You remain frozen in place, controlled by the machine. I reach for a bottle of lube on a nearby table, pouring a generous amount into my hand. I coat my length, my movements slow and deliberate, my eyes never leaving your body.I position myself, my cock pressing against your entrance. I push in slowly, feeling the tight, velvety heat enveloping me. Your body tenses, a low moan escaping your lips, but you remain still, controlled by the machine.I begin to move, my hips thrusting in a steady, rhythmic pace. I can feel the pleasure building. Your body responds, your muscles clenching around me, heightening the sensation."You feel so good, Dean," I growl, my voice strained with need. "So tight. So perfect."I reach around, my hand wrapping around your cock, stroking in time with my thrusts.. I increase my pace, my hips thrusting faster, harder, chasing the release .

DEAN BRUCE:

I can't control my body; it's reacting to your cock enveloping around your shaft. I moan involuntarily when your cockhead hits my sweet spot over and over again, making my body shiver and tremble until you push me over the edge. A loud scream escapes from my lips as my cock starts to throb, convulsing, and then it gets tense, arched, and spits a thick load on the floor below me as you keep on drilling your cock deeper and deeper. I would like to beg you to stop but can't pronounce a word.

BIG LUCAS:

After your thick load on the floor, I pull out of your tight ass. I force you to your knees, my cock still hard and ready. I grab your hair, pulling your head back so you're looking up at me. "Open your mouth," I command, and the machine makes you obey, your lips parting to take me in.I thrust into your mouth, feeling the wet heat envelop me. You gag slightly, but I don't stop, my hips moving in a relentless rhythm. I can feel the pleasure building again.With a final, powerful thrust, I cum, my body shuddering with the force of my release. I hold your head in place, my cock pulsing as I spill myself into your mouth with a massive load. You swallow every drop. I pull out slowly, my cock slipping from your lips. I step back. I look down at you, kneeling before me, your eyes dark with anger. The scent of sex and sweat fills the air.I realize then that it's not you I've been thinking of, not truly. It's someone else, a marine who pushed me, who made me the man I am today. I hope that if he could see me now, he would be proud.

DEAN BRUCE:

I smell my own ass juices in your cock, but it's soon covered by something stronger, a taste and smell of ammonium. Your massive load enters into my mouth, and automatically my throat begins to swallow it the best it can, feeling it entering into my stomach. This is a nightmare that I wouldn't desire even to my worst enemy - well, to be honest, I would. But here I am, raped by the both ends knowing this is far from being over.

BIG LUCAS:

Voss is dead. The lab is compromised.There’s only one thing left.Total erasure.I move to the console, fingers steady as I initiate the final protocol.“Self-destruct sequence… armed.”A low alarm begins to echo through the bunker. Red lights start flashing.I turn back to you. You stand there, naked, exposed, your body still under the machine’s control, marked by my scent, my cum and your defeat.“You failed your mission,” I say quietly. “And now… you’ll finish mine.”I step closer and attach the final device to your chest. A compact core unit, wired directly into the system controlling you.A countdown appears. 08:00.I lean in slightly.“The system will shut down one minute before the explosion.You’ll wake up just in time to understand.”I straighten.“You’ll know how it ends.”Your body remains perfectly still, “Hold position.”I grab the drive with all the data and head for the exit.Behind me, the alarms grow louder. Doors begin to seal. Systems overload.I don’t look back.Through the tunnels. Up the access shaft. Out into the night air. I reach the shoreline and pull my hidden gear from beneath the rocks—my diving suit. I gear up and slip into the water.

DEAN BRUCE:

I can see from the corner the red numbers doing the count down, numbers that are running far too fast. I try to fill my lungs with air to make the device to fall down but what good could that do? I can´t move anyway. I try to roll and suddenly manage to move an inch. A wide smile appears on my face. Perhaps I can .... A huge explotion ...

BIG LUCAS:

I swim out, until I reach the extraction point. The submarine rises just enough. A hatch opens.I climb inside.As we descend, I move to the viewport.In the distance, a massive fire tears through the island and erupts into the sky. The bunker has collapsed in on itself. The scientist are dead. Everything… gone No witnesses No trace.Mission complete.

THE END

Published: 2026-03-28, viewed 99 times.