Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2021 13:06:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: corpusdawg88@aim.com
Subject: Duty, Honor, and Service Part Two

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Duty, Honor and Service Part Two: Honor


I ignored that first day and threw myself into training.

The other guys on the squad were military and pretty intense guys. There
was Powell, the guy who had picked me up from the airport, he seemed to be
my right hand man since he it seemed like he had been leader before I
showed up. There was Riley, a tall, blond country kid with a thick
accent. He was Army special forces and it showed, he wasn't as big as
Powell but he was as ripped as I was. He talked constantly, reminded me of
a human golden retriever with abs. The last guy was Brent, Marine Raider,
walking wall of muscle that occasionally grunted answers if asked. He was
just huge, not an ounce of fat on him he looked like he could rip the doors
off a car with one hand.

This was my team.

They stood at attention as Colonel Jefferies introduced me to them and
explained I was now in charge of the unit, even though I hadn't served a
day in the military. They said nothing of course, they were trained
solders, they had been given an order and they would follow it. But a
lifetime of resenting my dad for that shit had trained me to know when
someone was quietly seething but couldn't say a word about.

They were all seething.

I was shown the training room, a cool holographic room that could simulate
environments so that we could train for actual scenarios. We would spend
the next few months training in here, learning how to fight as a team and
to depend on each other in combat situations.

Once the hellos were out of the way we were left alone to get to know each
other and to start training.

"So, how long you guys been training?" I asked once we were alone.

"We've been here for about a year or so," Riley explained, "Just spinning
our wheels if you ask me."

"Do you guys have powers?"

That got a couple of dirty looks.

Powell piped up, "Are you asking do we got a fancy serum running through
our veins? No. But we get by."

"Um no, I was just asking...I mean we're supposed to be a response team for
metahumans...I just assumed..."

"You think we can't handle ourselves?"

"What's your damage Powell?" I asked, getting in his face.

He jabbed on finger in my chest, "You."

I slapped it away, "You wanna put your money where your mouth is?"

He grinned, "Oh bring it sidekick."

Riley screamed up to the control room, "Load up a ring, we got a pissing
contest!"

The room shimmered and an old style boxing ring materialized around us,
complete with wooden floors and faded sunlight through the windows. Powell
stripped his shirt off, showing me a massive chest with great
definition. Hard six pack, great lats, major guns...an all around stud for
sure.

I step up and pull my shirt over my head slowly, giving them all time to
see what a real stud looks like.

His body was good, my body was perfect. My pecs were two slabs of lean
meat, deep cut, full rack, real fucking man tits. My lats looked like
fucking wings that tapered down into a valley of abs, the kind you only
find in comic books. My Adonis belt are like cables, only bringing
attention to the large bulge in my pants. If you don't think that it
intimidates guys, think again, because when I tossed my shirt aside I see
his eyes flicker back to my face quickly.

Caught ya looking.

Riley climbed into the ring and handed us some gloves, "Normal match guys,
no kicking, below the belt, try to remember we're on the same team."

He didn't take the gloves, "Rules are for pussies."

I just grinned, "Couldn't agree more."

"Oh shit," Riley said, fleeing the ring as we both began to circle each
other.

"Wanna put a wager on it?" he asked me.

"Oh would I," I said.

"I win, you tell Jefferies you want me in charge."

I nod, "If I win, you only refer to me as sir, forever."

His left eye flinched but he nodded, "Deal."

I held one hand out and curled in all Matrix style, "Bring it."

He was fast, real fast. He was a blur as he launched a round house at my
face, nine out of ten guys in the world and I am on my ass stunned.

I am that tenth person.

He kicks at air as I move behind him and wait for him to realize I'm not
there. He turns on a dime and launches himself at me, his fists coming in a
devastating one, two combo that look like they could break bone. I block
them with the back of my wrist, soft parrying each one so his strength
actually means nothing.

Seeing he's not connecting he tries a leg sweep but I hop over it like he
hadn't even moved. He tries a few wide swings but I duck under them and to
the side, playing up the Neo move, knowing he is losing his shit. He keeps
coming at me, his blows becoming erratic as I back step each one, making
him extend more and more.

He's thrown easily thirty blows and hasn't connected once. He is sweating
as he keeps coming, I'm not even breathing hard.

"Fucking fight me!" he rages.

So I do.

I catch his next swing in mid air, I see his shoulder strain as if hitting
a wall. His eyes get wide as he realizes I'm simply holding him in place. I
kick him in his stomach and I hear him grunt as the air rushes out of his
lungs. He goes flying across the ring, hitting the far ropes and bouncing
off. Before he can stumble forward I clock him under his chin, knocking him
out of the ring and onto his ass.

He falls to the ground unconscious.

Brent moved over to him and slapped his face, he looked at me and shook his
head, he was out cold.

"Riley, get him an ice pack, he's gonna need it."

Riley nods and runs to get a bag of ice.

I walked over and knelt down next to Powell, Riley handed me the ice pack
and I placed it on his stomach. He slowly came around, looking up at me
dazed.

"That's why I'm in charge...got it?"

He nodded and I raised an eyebrow.

In a monotone voice he said, "Yes sir."

I winked at him and gave him the ice pack, "Good talk." and walked away.

It was a good day.

After that we trained as a team, well they trained as a team, I fought
them.

Three on one became the normal, all three of them getting used to fighting
someone with actual meta human abilities. The first week went badly for
them, I was used to fighting groups of people, I'd been doing it nightly
for the last four years, so they got beat pretty badly. But they were all
trained warriors, which meant they caught up fast.

My the start of the next week I was actually fighting back, and it got
rougher from there. They were good, really good. They were all in perfect
shape, along with their combat training made them formidable, way more than
the jerks me and my dad had fought in the city.

By the second week I was holding my own, but just barely. They had gotten a
thousand times better and I had to admit, so had I. If dad and I had a room
like this we would have been much better trained than we already were. The
hostility had dialed down some, even though Powell still had an attitude
when he called me sir, it was more a sarcastic tone than actual anger.

It was the end of the third week when I got tagged.

Riley had distracted me and Brent landed a shot across my jaw that made me
see stars. Powell took the opportunity and tackled me at the waist, we
tumbled to the ground like lovers, I actually felt exhaustion as I hit the
ground. When I didn't get up Powell slowly got off me, seeing if I was
faking or not.

"Barnett?" he asked, "You ok?"

I had never felt so drained in my life, it was like all my energy had fled,
leaving me a wet noodle.

"We need a medic!" he screamed as my head listed to the side and I passed
out.

When I came to I was in the doc's office, Blake was looking down at me
smiling, "Welcome back."

"Wha?" I asked, my whole brain was filled with cotton.

"Try not to talk, you're still out of it."

He put a straw up to my mouth and I sipped, the fruit punch was super
sweet.

"That's almost pure sucrose, it should get you some calories," he
explained.

I finished and laid back in the chair, my mind became a little clearer,
"What happened?" I was finally able to ask.

"Well, you got tired," he said looking at a chart.

"I don't get tired," I said.

He closed the chart, "No, you've never gotten tired, before. There's a
difference."

My head must have been still messed up, because he was making no sense.

"You still look confused, let me try to make is simple. You work out all
the time and you've been in many, many fights am I right?"

I nodded.

"Well in all that time, you've never really exerted yourself."

"It sure felt like I had," I mused.

"I'm sure it did, but in fact you hadn't. The serum that's entwined in your
DNA mas made your body a temple, and the limits of what would cause
exertion is much different. Where a human body would look at a marathon as
grueling, you and your father would barely break a sweat. Up to this point
you may have been accelerating your heart rate, but I don't believe you
were anywhere close to exhaustion."

It made a little sense, "So why now?"

"Let me ask you this, how long do you think an average fight you're
involved in lasts?"

I thought about it, "Maybe three minutes, tops."

He nodded, "Right, and how long did you think you boys were going at it
just now?"

I shrugged, I always lost track of time in a fight.

"14 minutes before you collapsed, nearly five times your previous
average. I think for the first time you've finally hit your body's limit."

That made sense, even if I didn't like it at all.

"So why am I so drained?" I asked, still barely able to lift my arms.

"Well that's complicated, you see when the serum was introduced into your
father's system it became a self replicating RNA virus that existed outside
his body's normal system. It had no basis within his own physiology,
because of this it never ran down or needed to replenish. You on the other
hand was born with it in your system, it became part of your body's
makeup. A natural version of the serum is created by your adrenal gland, by
your endocrine system, it is a natural part of you. And because of that,
unlike your father, it will take some time to recharge itself."

"What? How long?"

He looked at the reading on a machine, "Honestly hard to tell, since it is
the first time, it could be up to a month."

"A month!" I exclaimed, "Doc I can't be out of it for a month! You have to
do something!"

He nodded as he kept examining the machines, "It is a situation we hadn't
thought of. I'm not sure how effective you can be if you pass out after
fifteen minutes of activity. I'll need to talk to Colonel Jefferies about
this. It changes everything."

Shit, this was serious.

"Doc, look...there has to be a way around this. If you go telling Jefferies
I can't go the distance I'm gonna be out. Isn't there something?"

He seemed to think about it for a moment and then nodded, "Well, we can try
some things."

"Anything!"

He seemed to like that answer and I suddenly remembered the last time I was
in here.

He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a small vial, "Here, try this."

He smeared something on his finger and brought it up to my mouth, I licked
it...it was super saltly...kinda tangy...it was...

"Is that cum?" I asked, horrified.

He nodded, "Yours in fact from last time."

I began to spit it out, weakly scraping my tongue off with my hand, "Why
would you do that?"

"Because it worked, you're moving your hands."

Shit he was right, I mean I was super weak but he was right, I had more
energy.

"Your sperm is actually quite impressive, pure protein laced with a natural
version of the serum, it is hands down the largest concentration of serum
in the world. The only way you can increase your stamina is by constantly
testing it like anyone else, but since your body isn't used to producing it
in large amounts...you would need supplements."

By supplements he was talking about my cum.

He saw the horror on my face and shrugged, "Or I can call Colonel Jefferies
and tell him we have a problem. I'm sure your dad will welcome you back."

The thought of crawling back to my dad made my mind up for me.

"What do I have to do?"

He smiled, "Well we are going to have to do daily milkings, for now you're
going to have to ingest the direct source until I can examine it and find a
way to supplement it."

"Milkings?"

He nodded, "Let's get started."

The chair leaned back and I felt my feet get locked into the stirrups.

"Wait..."

He looked at me, "Are we going to have a problem boy?"

I felt myself shrink back, "No sir."

He nodded and the chair kept moving until my head was pointed at the floor,
legs spread wide. He walked over and undid the seams on my uniform. Within
seconds I was naked, feeling as vulnerable as I did the first time, even
more because of my weak state. I don't think I could stop him from doing
this even if I wanted to.

"Now it's not like you have the energy to do this yourself, so we're going
to get what we need we're going to have to stimulate you."

"Your finger again?" I asked miserably.

He chuckled, "At first, but I think we can do better than that," he applied
some gel to my hole and I winced as I felt his finger enter me. I didn't
even have the strength to clench my hole shut I was so out of it. Once I
was lubed he pulled it out and I let out a sigh of relief.

"Let's start with this," he said, holding up a small wand with a smooth
tip.

"What's..." I began to ask when I felt it slide into me.

"Ung..." I grunted as I felt myself get penetrated.

"Tsk, tsk, big strong hero like you should be able to take a tiny, little
thing. Right?"

"Yes. Sir." I said through gritted teeth.

"Good boy," he said, sliding it fully in me, "Besides, you're gonna love
this..."

There was a small click and it began to hum.

"Oh!" I gasped as I felt it start to tickle the inside of my ass.

"There we go..." he said evilly, as he started to move it around.

"Shit..." I hissed as I felt it start to stimulate the walls of my ass. The
vibrations passed through me and shook my prostate, causing small
explosions of sex to go off. My cock slowly began to harden to my horror.

"See? I knew you'd love this."

I didn't, but my cock sure did.

As he slowly fucked me with the wand I felt my ass begin to relax and my
cock rose, my swollen head nudging the bottom of my eight pack. I bit my
bottom lip to prevent the moans from escaping my mouth.

"Oh come on..." he teased, pushing it in further, "Don't hold back on my
account."

I closed my eyes as I felt it start to really get me excited, it was
causing constant vibrations now and I was jerking around in the chair in
response. He kept this up for five minutes, until my weeping cock was
leaking precum all over my abs.

"Feel good?" he asked and I nodded eagerly. "Excellent," he said as he slid
it out of me.

I looked up in shock, did I actually want him to keep going?

He pulled something else out of the cabinet and walked back to me, "Ok,
let's try this."

I felt something press at my hole and I grunted as something pried my hole
open, "Arrgghhh!" I cried out as something forced and then pushed it's way
into my ass.

"Stop whining you big baby, man up."

"Yes sir..." I said holding my breath as it spread my ass walls.

"Grab the mask over your head," he said, I opened my eyes and saw the small
plastic mask hanging there. I slowly reached up, my arm trembling from the
exertion and pulled it down over my face.

He tapped something with his foot and gas began to fill it, and I felt my
whole body relax instantly.

"Good boy," he said as he pushed it further into my ass.

I whimpered as I felt it go deeper and deeper, touching places in me no one
ever had before. Even out of it I expected pain but instead it was like the
pain belonged to someone else. All I felt was a pressure as my virgin hole
was torn open by his toy. It felt like it went on forever but I didn't
care, with my exhaustion and the gas, I just laid there, meekly accepting
my fate.

I was in a daze, it took me a while to realize two things, one, the gas was
off and I was coming back to my senses, the second was he had that whole
thing in me and was leisurely fucking me with it.

"Shit...oh...." I exclaimed, feeling it slide in and out of my ass.

He took the mask off and looked down at me, "See? Big hero boy can take it,
can't you?"

I nodded, "Yes sir...un...." I replied as he pushed it deep into me.

"Ok, let's have some fun."

Before I could protest it began to vibrate too and my eyes flew open, "OH
GOD!"

The thing shook my whole ass, my cock pulsed as I felt this thing smash my
prostate like a boss. My toes curled as he began to really slam that thing
into me, my moans getting louder and louder as I felt myself get fucked for
the first time.

"Yeah there we go, how that feel baby? You like that? It feel good?"

I wanted to scream no but fuck...my cock felt like it could go at any
second, I nodded and let out a weak, "Yes sir..."

"Good boy," he said as he began to speed up, making me moan like a fucking
cheap whore. God why did this feel so good? I felt the stirrups shake as I
tried to spread my legs wider, my head was thrown back as I started to lost
the fight to hold back...what the hell was happening to me?

"Come on bitch, I wanna hear you...cry for me baby..."

"Oh god..." I gushed, "Y-you're fucking me...shit you're fucking me!"

"Damn right I am...am I tagging your clit? Huh hero boy...you like your
pussy being fucked?"

My mind was getting lost in a fog, god this was driving me crazy, how could
I like this? Why did it feel so good?

"ANSWER ME BITCH? YOU LIKE YOUR PUSSY BEING FUCKED?" he raged.

"God yes!" I screamed, "Fuck me...fucking wreck me!"

"You like your pussy being fucked?"

"I do! Fuck my hero pussy...oh please...please..."

He was really slamming it into me now, he had worked up a sweat himself,
"Who's your daddy?"

My ego was disintegrating as he wrecked my ass, shoving all of his dildo
into me in one thrust, "Oh god fuck me daddy! Please...fuck me!"

I heard him chuckle as he kept fucking me, the chair began to move. Moving
my head up, my legs over my head...

"Come on now...open up for daddy..."

The head of my cock pressed at my mouth as I realized he had almost folded
me in half with this chair. I felt him turn the vibrations up again on the
dildo and I gasped, causing my own cock to slip into my mouth. I moaned
around my own dick as the chair pushed more and more of it into my mouth.

I was shocked but my tongue rolled around the head and I felt the
pleasure...causing me to do it harder. As he kept fucking me I began to
suck myself off, I tasted my precum for the first time and felt a small
tingle as I realized the serum had to be in it as well. I began to suckle
at my own cock, marveling at how big it was. I filled my whole mouth and I
had to admit, it was actually turning me on.

"Such a good boy...come on...show daddy you want that load..."

I moaned around my head as more was forced into my mouth as the chair kept
folding me. I had never thought of this before, I was so flexible that
folding myself in half easy, but the thought of sucking my own cock seemed
just too gay to me.

But here I was, deep throating my own unit, trying to drain my own balls as
I got fucked!

"Come on cunt, work that cock...show daddy how much you like it."

I did just that, lavishing my cock with my tongue, sucking and slurping
each drop of precum I produced. My legs were spreed wide now as he
practically shoved that thing into my hero cunt...oh god why did I call it
that? Shit...shit...he keeps hitting my clit...prostate! It's a
prostate...fuckfuckfuck...

"You gonna cum for daddy? You gonna eat your big boy load?"

I groaned at the humiliation as I felt myself get close, my huge balls
began to contract and I could tell I was close. God he was really nailing
me now...I felt my eyes roll back as my cock pressed the back of my throat
and slid down...

"Fucking CUM!" he ordered as he shoved the dildo up into clit...

My mouth flooded with my cum as I struggled to swallow as fast as I
could. My whole body shook as my ass spasmed around the dildo, wave after
wave of spooge rushing out of my cock, making me actually choke on my own
dick. I felt warm dribbles of cum leak out the sides of my mouth as I
couldn't keep up with my own load. Slowly, I stopped cumming, drinking what
was in my mouth as the chair unfolded, letting my still hard dick slip out
of my mouth.

I felt horror in my mind as I reached out with my tongue and licked the
last remains off my own cockhead. The chair went to a sitting position and
I felt a million times better, instead of being exhausted I was just sleepy
like I always was after I came. Once I was done I actually licked around my
mouth, taking the very last drops into my mouth.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"A million times better," I had to admit.

He nodded, "You come here after each practice, and this weekend come in so
we can get some surplus."

I nodded and he looked me in the eye.

"Yes sir," I said quickly.

He nodded, "Also," he got closer to me and got right in my face, "No
jerking off, period. If you do, daddy will know. Got it?"

"Yes sir," I said and he grabbed my face hard.

"What?"

I swallowed hard, "Yes daddy."

He smiled and patted my cheek, "Hit the showers," took a step away and then
paused, "And when you take that out clean it up and return it tomorrow."

I was confused for a moment until I moved and felt the dildo still up my
ass.

"Wipe it down and get all your pussy juice off it, got it?"

"Yes daddy," I said miserably, knowing I was in deep now and how I didn't
have a way to get out of it.