Date: Wed, 22 Sep 2021 01:52:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: corpusdawg88@aim.com
Subject: Duty, Honor and Service

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Duty, Honor and Service Part One: Duty

My name is Grant Barnett, but you probably know me by a better
name. Fidelis.

I know, a lame name but blame my dad, the super solider known as Semper. He
was a marine who had volunteered for some genetic experiments the
government were conducting to make the perfect solider. Scientists had done
it in World War Two on Sgt. Valor, a war hero who single handily stopped
the Nazi villain known as Nocturne from introducing a biological agent into
the water supply. Valor was killed but he was a national hero, saving
millions of lives by his sacrifice.

The US government spent decades trying to replicate the serum that made
Valor, and it wasn't until my dad that they succeeded. Dubbed Semper, he
was a one man army against terrorists in the early 2000's. Instrumental in
dismantling the Fourth Reich, the pocket of neo Nazis that had formed after
a new bad guy had taken up the name Nocturne and tried once again to bring
down Western civilization.

It was during this time he met my mother, Tricia Gates, reporter for Metro
Daily and ended up marrying her.

This is where I come into the picture.

I was born perfect. Yeah, yeah, roll your eyes, but one look at me and you
know I'm telling the truth. But more than just looks, I am physically
perfect. You see, the serum that transformed my father was passed down into
my genes, making me a perfect human specimen from the day I was born. My
dad was overjoyed, he not only had a healthy son, but the healthiest son of
all time.

I was a blond haired, blue eyed kid with perfect white teeth and flawless
skin, the kind you see in commercials and television commercials. Since my
dad's identity wasn't known to the public, I was just the cutest kid in
school to others, not an actual superhuman who was cheating. To say
athletics were easy to me was a joke. Not only was my body devoid of fat
and made up of pure, lean muscle, but I also learned anything that had to
do with the physical almost instantly.

Give me a ball, within five throws I will throw it perfectly. Show me a
wrestling move, I'll master it within the hour. People just thought I was
an uberjock and I was more than happy to let them think that. I was hugely
popular, the center of attention and had just about every girl in school
chatting me up.

Life was good.

It was until my dad realized I was actually living my best life.

You see my dad was one of a kind. The public thought his whole all
American, fair play, gee whiz attitude was a front that he did in front of
people. They were wrong, dead wrong. If anything my dad was worse behind
closed doors, he really believed that everyone should be squeaky clean,
that manners were super important and that any display of ego was the worst
sin a person could commit.

So when I was 14 and my dad realized I was a cocky, little fuck, he decided
to do something about it.

He made me his sidekick.

I know right? Who decides to take a 14 year old into a battle against
crime? My dad it turns out, but it wasn't as insane as it sounds. By 14 I
was a black belt in two different martial arts, well on my way to being a
Olympic level gymnast and those were just my after school activities. When
he came to me with the plan I jumped at it, I mean who doesn't want to be a
fucking super hero? My mom disapproved but she was the idiot who had
married as super hero in the first place, she didn't have a lot of say in
the manner.

The summer after my freshman year my dad began to train me in hand to hand
combat. Like everything else dealing with the body, I took to it like a
fish to water. I was taught to fight with a knife as well as a shield, my
dad's signature weapon. By the start of sophomore year, I was the most
capable teenager on the planet, and me and my dad began to go fight crime
together.

So we're back to my name, Fidelis. My dad had been named Semper, which was
Latin for always, and since my dad was a Marine, it was only obvious I be
called Fidelis, which was faithful in Latin and Always Faithful being the
Marine Corps motto...

Get it?

Yeah it was stupid but on brand for my dad's nonsense, so I went along with
it.

If my dad thought dressing me in a skintight uniform and putting me on
national television was going to reduce my ego he was dead wrong.

I was hot and the whole world noticed. I went from the hottest guy at my
school to one of the hottest teens in the world. My face and body were on
the cover of every teen magazine in ever, I was on top ten lists of guys
you want to take you to the prom, meet your parents, and I assume eat you
out in the back of my jeep as you scream my name...

That last one I made up.

So if my dad was trying to teach my humility he screwed that one up. I was
the shit and now everyone knew it. After some jobs I would walk over to the
press that had showed up to cover the crime and answer questions like if I
was single and what was my dream girl like?

I actually fucked one of the reporters one night after I answered that
question with, her.

At first my dad was ok with it but as it went on and more and more people
started screaming my name at crime scenes, he became upset. He called it
showboating and that we weren't in it for the popularity. I reminded him
that he wasn't in it for that, I was here for as much of it I could get.

That was when we started to argue.

He wanted to change my uniform, which was funny since he was the one who
designed it. The problem was that at 15, briefs with no legs were cute, but
at 17 my legs were fucking jacked and it was almost obscene. My ass was
perfect, from all the running and squats my ass were actually a topic of
conversation in some places, something to jerk off about in others. But
that wasn't all, those briefs also didn't do much to what was going on in
front as well if you know what I mean.

Let me try to explain, you know how guys can make their dick twitch? Like
cause it to jump up and shit? That's a muscle, and like all of my muscles,
mine were perfect. By fifteen I was packing almost nine inches of pure,
American beef, and special briefs, protective cups, hell the Great Wall of
China couldn't hide it.

A fact that once I became legal age, made me even more popular.

At 18 I went from being the kid you wanted to date your daughter to the
stud you wanted to plow you into next Tuesday. I was named the sexiest guy
alive the year I turned 18, a fact that made my father livid. He gave me an
ultimatum, change my uniform and stop all this celebrity shit or I was no
longer his sidekick.

Which brought me here, to sitting in a sport's bar, nursing a beer,
wondering what I do next.

Everything in me said to tell my dad to fuck off and go out on my
own. Problem with that was I didn't have the cash for a setup. I'd need a
base of operations, a way to keep it running, a vehicle, I mean they make
it look super easy in the comics to just set up a secret cave and a bunch
of gadgets, but in the real world that shit cost bank.

Bank which I did not have.

I was hoping at some point my dad would hand the family business over, but
that wasn't happening anytime soon. Another side effect of the serum was
that his aging had literally stopped when he took it, now after a few
years, we looked closer to brother than father and son. He was never going
to stop doing this, and I was never going to get a chance if I didn't play
by his bullshit rules.

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" a female asks.

"We're in DC," I said holding my bottle up, "Beer is 18."

A seriously hot blond sits down next to me, she has a damn nice suit on
that shows her body off in about fifteen different ways. She's a little
older than the chicks I fuck but more than hot enough to take for a
spin. She smiles, "I knew that, just busting your balls."

I turn towards her, "There are so many other things I want you to do to my
balls."

She just stares for a moment and then bursts out laughing, "I'm sorry, you
look so...and then you open your mouth and remind me you're 18." she shook
her head as she finished her drink, "Do yourself a favor and don't use that
line again. Just sit there and look pretty, you're better off."

I put my beer down, "I've noticed in my time that I am more than good
looking enough to say shit like that and still get laid, so thanks for your
advice but I'll keep doing what I do."

She gestured to the bartender for a refill, "That's your problem isn't it?
You don't want to keep doing what you do."

I glanced over at her and took a real look at her. She was hot, but she was
also built. Her hair was short, her nails short...I glanced down at her
tits and saw the bulge on her left side of a gun.

Sighing I went back to my beer, "What exactly does the government want with
busting my balls?"

"That was for me," she said as the bartender put her drink down, "The
government is here to make your dreams come true."

"And what exactly are my dreams?" I asked as she took a sip.

"Fame, money, all the sex you can have," she said with a smile, "And out
from under your dad's bullshit. Did I miss a dream?"

She had not.

"And what do I have to do?" I asked.

"She down the rest of her drink, "Well for one you could come back to my
room and show me exactly what you wanted me to do with your balls." She got
up, left some bills on the bar and started to walk out.

I had never finished a beer so fast in my life.

Her name was Holly something and I fucked her so hard she actually limped
to the bathroom when we were done. She was coming to me with an offer from
the Department of Defense to become a government sponsored hero with an
expense account and everything. There was a lot of people who thought I
would be the perfect candidate for a new program they were starting and I
was at the top of their list for it.

I thanked her for the offer the next morning and drove over to the
Pentagon.

One of the many perks of being named the sexiest man alive was that when
you showed up someplace unannounced there was a mad scramble of people
trying to find the time to talk to you. So within twenty minutes of showing
up I was in General Scott's office and he was giving me the million dollar
pitch to signing up for his super hero boy band team.

He had a bunch of candidates but he was looking for a real name to lead
them, someone he could hang their star on to introduce them to the
public. He offered me a salary. signing bonus, a condo here in DC and
access to the best technology the US government had to offer.

It was like super hero Willy Wonka I swear.

I wasn't stupid, I played it cool and told the General I would get back
with him that I would need think about it. He nodded and gave me his
private number as I was leaving. I went straight home to tell my parents
the good news, my mom was thrilled, my dad though...was my dad.

"They're lying," he said once I was done explaining.

Typical.

"They're lying?" I asked, "About what?"

"Everything, they don't want you, they want the serum."

Yeah that was it.

"Oh of course they wouldn't want me!" I said standing up, "Because in your
mind the only thing special about me came from you."

He sighed, "Grant, don't do this."

"Do what dad? Think I am a huge disappointment to you based on, I don't
know, every word that comes out of your mouth? They're offering me a job!"

"They're setting you up!" he raged back, "They have been offering me deals
like that for the past decade! They aren't looking for a hero they're
looking for a source of the serum!"

"Right! Because god forbid someone actually find value in me and what I
do?" I yelled back.

"What's that exactly? Try to get as many women in bed as you can?"

"At least I have still have sex!" I shot back, and instantly regretted it.

It was the elephant in the room that my parents didn't have sex
anymore. From what I could piece together, it was just painful for my
mom. My dad and me both had increased stamina, and as Holly whathername
from last night can attest to, we can go an awful long time before blowing
our load. The fact that we were both packing over nine inches of cock just
made it unbearable to some. Of course it was the elephant in the room no
one was supposed to talk about, so the moment I blurted it out, I knew I
had gone too far.

He looked furious for a moment and then an odd calm descended over his
face. He simply looked at me and said, "Fine, as you're so fond of saying,
you're an adult. Take the offer, do what you want. But when it all goes to
hell Grant, and it will, don't come crawling back here for me to get you
out of it."

I wanted to say I was sorry but even now, he didn't think I could fucking
handle things.

"Oh I won't dad, trust me! Coming back here is the last thing I would do."

He nodded, "Then we're done here."

I got up from the table, "We sure are."

My mom tried to stop me but I ignored her, I left, called the general and
by that night, I had signed the papers to be Valor, the leader of A.R.T.,
the American Response Team. I was given plane tickets and told to report to
Fort Bennett by Friday for my indoctrination. I didn't even bother taking
my shit from home, my signing bonus alone would make sure I could buy
everything I needed.

Fuck my dad, I didn't want anything that came from him, ever.

On the plane one of the stewardess chatted me up and I joined the mile high
club for the fifth time. Seeing her limp around the cabin serving drinks
after really brightened my day. I was met at the airport by a tall guy,
dark hair, serious look, body built by a lot of fucking heavy lifting.

"Barnett?" he asked and I nodded, "I'm Sgt. Morgan Powell, I was sent to
pick you up and bring you back to base."

That made sense, he had that handsome, military type look about him. I mean
he wasn't in my league, but he was hot enough to be my wingman. I shook his
hand and we both squeezed hard, seeing who was going to flinch first.

As always, it was the other guy.

"Damn," he said, rubbing his hand, "That serum is a motherfucker."

I grinned, "Ain't it though? So we good?"

He nodded, "Car is this way."

We walked though the airport, people stopping to watch the two studs walk
past, wondering if we were models or just porn stars passing by. There was
a black HUMVEE waiting for us, it was tricked the fucked out and I had to
admit, it would be easy to pull down pussy in this thing.

"This yours?" I asked as we pulled into traffic.

"Nah, the base has a dozen of these for us to use, sweet ride right?"

"We?" I asked.

He nodded, "Yeah, there are three of us so far. I guess you were the
missing piece."

I sat back in my seat and nodded, "That sounds right."

We didn't talk for the rest of the ride.

He dropped me off at the administration building and said he would catch up
with me later. I got the feeling that Sgt. Powell was upset he wasn't
picked to be the leader of this team. I was introduced to Colonel
Jefferies, the guy in charge of A.C.T. And I guess my superior officer now.

"Grant," he said smiling, offering his hand, "Welcome to the circus."

"Thanks Colonel, glad to be here."

"We have quarters set up for you already, they informed you about the
training right?"

They had not, but I let it slide.

"I'm here to do what's needed sir."

He nodded, "I like that, good attitude son. First things first, you need to
get a physical and have medical sign off on you, and we're good to go."

I gestured to my body, "I don't think I'll have a problem passing one of
those."

He laughed and called one of his aides in, "Peter here will get you over to
medical, get that sorted out and we'll start the real work."

I thanked him and followed the guy out of the office, he kept glancing back
at me but not saying anything. Most likely a closet case, I get a lot of
these, guys who are just drooling over me but know I am 100 percent hetero
so watch themselves and just stare silently.

"How long you been here?" I ask him and he almost jumps.

"Um, three years sir," he says quietly, still not making eye contact.

"So what's the deal with this place?"

"Um? You mean ART?"

I nodded.

"It's the main military base for metahuman research," he explained, "This
is where they are making superheroes."

"Ah, well they don't have to make em any more, they got a real life one in
the house."

He nodded and lead me across base to another building, once inside he let
the front desk I was here and took off in a dash. No doubt to go jerk off
about me.

"Mr. Barnett?" the receptionist asked.

"The one and only," I said with a grin.

"Doctor Blake will see you," he pointed down a hall, "Last door on the
right."

I knocked on the door, expecting an old guy, balding, maybe glasses to
answer, but instead I was greeted by a guy that looked younger than my dad!

"Grant?" he asked, holding his hand out, "I'm Dr. Blake, damn nice to meet
you."

I shook his hand, wondering how a guy this young was a doctor. He wasn't
bad looking all things considered, he was obviously military from his
frame, decent muscle, no fat, but a doctor? This guy?

"Pleasure, I was told to come by and get a physical?"

He gestured to one of the seats, "Well actually it's more than that. I need
to sign off on your physical state and how it pertains to combat
reediness. It's like a physical but more involved."

I held my arms up and flexed, "I doubt I could be any more ready."

He smiled, "Oh I don't doubt that, but we still need to run through it. You
ok now? I know you just got off a plane, we can start this tomorrow if
you're tired."

Was this a test? I wasn't tired, in fact I rarely got tired, he had to know
that.

"I'm good to go doc, your call."

He smiled and stood up, "Excellent, let's get it over with, follow me."

He lead me back into an examination room with a huge chair with leg
stirrups. There were a lot of things in there, making it look less like a
doctor's office and more a dungeon. I laughed, "Um, all this for a
physical?"

He glanced over at me, "It's a bit more than that."

"How much more?" I asked.

"Get undressed, up in the chair," he said as an answer.

"Don't you think that's a bit much? I'm in great shape doc."

"A fact I look forward to verifying, clothes please."

Who the fuck did this guy think he was?

"Look man, I get you have to do your thing but I'm not going to just drop
trou because you say so. Just sign off on me so I can get moving ok?"

He turned slowly and smiled at me, "Done? Great, let me explain things to
you. I am the medical officer for this base, that means my word is the only
one that counts in signing off on someone's battle reediness. You can bring
in the surgeon general and it wouldn't mean a damn thing because my word is
the only one that counts. So, you have two choices. One, keep fucking
around and you'll piss me off. Piss me off and I will say you are unfit for
duty. I say that and there goes your salary, signing bonus, and anything
else they promised you. Or, you could shut the fuck up, get undressed and
get in the chair. I don't care either way."

I just stood there, stunned.

"So no?" he asked, "Ok, I'll let the Colonel know you didn't work out."

He moved towards the door and I called out, "Wait!"

He paused and looked back at me.

"Fine, fine let's do this," I said, kicking my shoes off.

He walked over and grabbed the sides of my mouth, "No. you are going to
understand your place here. I tell you to do something, you do it. You got
that?"

I nodded.

"Let me hear you say it."

"Yeah, I got it."

He shook my face, "Try again."

"Yes...sir?" I said, feeling all kinds of uncomfortable.

He let go of my face, "Better, now strip and get in the damn chair."

I couldn't risk losing this gig and crawling back to my dad, so I stated
taking my clothes off and climbed up into the chair.

"Nope, I said strip, that means briefs."

I opened my mouth to complain but saw the look on his face and stood up and
pulled them off, "Better?"

He nodded and went back to whatever he was doing on his table. I climbed
back into the chair, hating every fucking second of this.

He finally came over, "Ok then, let's get the vitals out of the way." He
put on a blood pressure cuff and took my temperature as he listened to my
heart, "Deep breath...hold it...nice."

I did as he said, wondering why I had to be naked for all this.

"Ok, let's take a look at your Babinski reflex..." he moved a rubber hammer
over the sole of my foot and I freaked.

"TICKLES!" I screamed, almost jumping out of the chair.

He looked at me with a bemused grin, "Ok, that was...extreme."

I was breathing heavy, "Sorry doc, I am super ticklish."

"Really?" he asked, "On the bottom of your feet or everywhere?"

"Everywhere," I admitted, "I hate it."

He nodded, "Most people do, but you've been trained in boxing right?"

I nodded, "Yeah my dad is a big boxer."

"And your sides are still ticklish?"

I nodded.

"Interesting," he said, "And this..."

He grabbed my nipples and twisted them and I let out a loud moan as my
whole body shook. It felt like waves of electricity passed through my body
as he tweaked them, I was horrified to feel my cock start to come to life
in response.

"Stop..." I whined, feeling my whole body betray me.

"How does this feel? Erotic?"

I nodded as I felt my cock nudge my abs as it filled to full length.

"Your reaction seems to be a bit above normal."

"P-please...sir..." I begged.

He let go and I collapsed back into the chair, I was fucking sweating.

"So you're ticklish and your nipples seem unusually sensitive."

"So...so what?" I panted, "Why would you do that?"

"If I was to hit you in the gut as hard as I could, do you think it would
cause you any pain?"

I looked him up and down, "No, I've taken bigger hits from bigger guys."

He nodded, "It's an odd nerve reaction, but not unexpected. I've long held
the belief that you and your father had increased neuro transmitters,
making certain stimuli more effective than others. One last test...feet up
in the stirrups please."

I looked at him stricken, "Um, can't I just bend over and cough?"

He smiled, "I'm afraid that wouldn't work with you." he said putting on
some gloves.

"It won't? Why?"

He pulled a plastic mask from behind the chair, "Because a reflex action
from you and I have a broken finger, this is safer."

He placed the mask over my nose and mouth, and I began to panic, what the
fuck?

"Deep breath," he said and I felt gas pump into the mask, "Come
on...breathe in..."

I held my breath as long as I could but eventually I had to inhale...it was
sweet smelling...this wasn't so bad...maybe it was...

Holy shit I felt like I had left my body and was just floating above my
body looking down.

"You ok Grant? You feeling good?"

I nodded, feeling no pain at all.

"Then let's begin..."

I felt him move the stirrups, opening my legs to him. There was a tiny
voice screaming at me to stop him but this gas...man I felt sooooo
good. His finger pressed up against my hole and felt my stomach turn as I
realized a guy was touching my most private spot. A low moan slipped out of
my mouth as he pressed into me. My head moved side to side as I tried to
ignore that was happening to me.

"Shh...there you go..." he said in a soft voice, "You got it...so good..."

I wanted to push his finger out of me but I had no strength, man how did I
end up here? I was fucking lusted after by thousands of chicks and here I
was with a guy's finger up my ass? Fuck...he was really going deep.

"Ok, almost there..." he said.

I whimpered as kept going deeper and deeper.

"I think..." he said, "I almost..."

I felt something explode inside of me and I screamed, "OH GOD!"

"Found it," he said as I felt my whole body shake.

My legs were shaking as he slowly fingered me, low throaty moans kept
coming from my mouth as my cock began to leak all over my abs. I was
horrified by the way I was pushing back onto his finger but I couldn't stop
myself. My head was just filled with cotton as I pushed back, forcing more
of his finger into me.

"Yeah that's what I thought," he said with a chuckle, "Big bad superhero
has a pussy...right Grant? You got yourself a secret pussy?"

I wanted to tell him to fuck off but I couldn't stop rutting into him like
a fucking cat in heat.

"Yeah I figured the serum would make your nerve endings super sensitive,
but I had no idea it would turn you into such a slut."

"Fuck...fuck..." I was chanting as I felt my cock throb."

"Yeah that's it...come on hero boy...push your pussy back onto my finger."

I couldn't stop myself, the more he fingered me the closer I got to
cumming...oh fuck was he really gonna make me cum!

"Come on bitch...I wanna see you cum...show me your load..."

"Oh....oh...." I grunted, feeling my cock ready to blow without ever
touching it. I had never fucking had this happen before... no girl,
nothing...oh fuck...

"Shoot for me cunt...SHOOT!" he crooked his finger upwards and I felt my
cock explode. Cum flew over my pecs and abs, my hips shook as I shot stream
after stream as savagely shoved his finger up into my abused ass.

My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt my whole body quiver as my balls
emptied themselves all over my chest...

His finger slid out of me and I collapsed into the chair, my breath was
coming in heaving gasps as I felt all of my energy just drain out of my
cock. He took the gloves off and tossed them aside and looked down at me,
"You understand how this works? I tell you to do something and you do
it. Fight me, and you're off the team, do it...and you get to feel like
this." he slid a finger through one of the puddles of cum on my chest and
put it up to my mouth, "Lick."

I hesitated and he scowled at me.

My tongue snaked out and cleaned his finger, tasting my load.

"Good boy," he said with a smile, "I think you got it." he turned around
and went back to the stuff on the desk, "You can get dressed, we're done
here."

I slowly pulled myself out of the chair and began to pull my clothes on.

He signed something and handed it to me, "Clean bill of health, welcome to
the team."

I took it and shoved it in my pocket, "Thank you," I mumbled.

He grabbed my face and made me make eye contact.

"Sir," I added quickly.

He smiled and nodded, "We're gonna get along fine."

And with that he walked out, leaving me to clean the rest of my cum off of
myself like some fucking whore he fad fucked.

What the fuck did I just let happen?